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  1. “I’m sorry Kyle, but you’re like a brother to me” “You’re sweet, but I only see you as a friend” “I like you, but I’m not attracted to you, sorry” Kyle had heard versions of those three sentences all week, girl after girl had used those lines to put another crack into Kyle’s already damaged ego and heart. He’d been trying to get a date with someone, anyone. He needed to put himself out there, open himself up to the world more. He started with a few girls that he found attractive around campus, they rejected him as he expected. He knew he wasn’t really anything special, but he wasn’t hideous. Kyle was only just about average height, being maybe 5’10 on a good day. He was lean, verging on skinny. But he did have amazing light brown, almost caramel coloured skin. After throwing himself at various girls he moved onto his friends, all of them girls. He’d never really made any male friends, maybe girls just found him easy to be around. Maybe they saw him as unthreatening. His main friendship group was eight amazingly pretty girls, and each one of them rejected him. They all said he was sweet and a good friend, but only a friend. He’d be friend zoned by the main people he found attractive. Now he was moping around his apartment, none of his friends had texted him. He was sure they were just giving him time to emotionally heal. They did love him, but like they said as a friend and a brother. Kyle stood up and made this way around his student apartment towards his bedroom. Before he even reached the door he felt a pull in his stomach. He winced and stopped, a hand protectively over his stomach. Then his back crunched, the wind was knocked out of his chest and Kyle fell forward into his room. His vision blurred, colours going clouded as he blindly searched for his bed. It felt like his body was on fire, muscles pulling and straining, bone stretching. Even the room around him was making horrific sounds, walls were crumbling, furniture shifting around. It was like the entire world was falling apart. Then Kyle found his bed, the blankets were shifting beneath his fingers as he tried to pull himself into it as the floor cracked beneath his feet. Before his head even hit the mattress Kyle was knocked unconscious as his entire skull cracked. ——————————————————————————————————— When Kyle woke he could barely remember what had happened the night before, he even felt much better, amazing even. He sat up in bed, and his eyes widened. Ahead of him instead of a wall was a window, an entire wall of glass looking out onto the city. He jumped out of bed, not noticing the massive thud as his feet hit the floor and rushed to the window. Staring down onto the city he couldn’t help but smile, this was the view he’d always dreamed of. His chest felt cold and compressed, he looked down and then stepped back. Kyle had been too close to the window, his massive rounded pec muscles had pressed against the glass, but Kyle didn’t have pecs. But he did now, he stared open mouthed as he made the heaving chest muscles below him bounce a little tune. Kyle chuckled and then gripped his throat, his voice was deeper, much deeper. His eyes scanned the room, two doors, one closed and one open. The opened one led to a bathroom and Kyle thundered towards it. Kyle had already worked out he wasn’t in his old apartment, and who ever owned this apartment was very wealthy. The furnishings in the bedroom all looked very expensive. The bed he’d climbed out of was enormous, it could hold maybe 8 or 10 people, so it too must of cost a lot of money. Even the bathroom Kyle had entered was plush and modern, meaning expensive. One wall was a mirror and Kyle almost had a heart-attack when he saw himself entirely. His light brown skin had darkened a few shades, now it was a rich deep black. Kyle’s lean build was long gone, rounded solid muscles had replaced it. He bounced his pecs again, and felt up his abs with a dinner plate sized hand. Kyle also noted he was much taller, maybe a foot taller then his old 5’10 self. Then his hand felt something very big, but very soft. His eyes tried to look pass his pec shelf, but they were too oversized for him to see pass them. But in the mirror he could see he was now very generously endowed. His thick fingers felt up the heavy shank of soft sex meat held back by some dark tight boxers, then they ran across the swollen bull nuts that hung behind Kyle’s enormous new cock. Kyle stopped groping himself and flexed his new beefy arms. He chuckled again, then headed out of the bathroom to search the rest of the house. He felt his hair, which was now a bundle of dreadlocks tired up into a bun tap the top of the doorframe. Frames which somehow Kyle remembered having resized when he moved in. “So this is my place” Kyle muttered to himself in his new voice A picture of the new Kyle hung above his bed. It must be a blown up version of a photo taken at a football game, mounted with pride above his bed. It showed him shirtless and cheering, a football helmet and a football in either hand, a pair of giggling cheerleaders hung close to his out stretched muscled arms. Kyle was or had been a football player now. “College footballer” Kyle muttered to himself, new memories correcting his old ones Kyle opened his bedrooms other door, it lead into a massive living room. A bundle of sofas surrounded a massive TV, a pool table was placed near the wall length window. Another door lead into what Kyle now remembered as the kitchen, and two more doors led into rooms that Kyle could only darkly remember as slave quarters. But Kyle was in too much shock to admire the amazing apartment as spread across the room was every girl his old self asked out over the last week. All of them naked and sleeping with massive smiles on their faces and heavy looking collars around their necks. Each one of them was splattered with cum, each one of them had been well and truly fucked. Kyle gripped his plump bulge, this beast must of had something to do with this orgy. He stepped around the well fucked girls and towards the sofas. He moved one girl’s legs out of the way, and sat down. His muscle ass dipped into the sofa and it even creaked under his weight. Kyle smirked as the girl he moved and another one slipped into the middle of the sofa, gently bumping into Kyle’s meaty muscle thighs. Kyle flicked on the TV and accidentally slammed his boat sized feet onto the coffee table. The sound caused a few of the girls to stir. Kyle reached out and let his massive arms lay along the back of the four seater sofa, his big hands could grip the ends. As he sat and watched the TV he could hear the girls moving around. Soon after that he could feel two girls hovering behind him, then each girl took a shoulder and started to massage the bowling ball sized muscles. More hands found themselves on Kyle’s long wide feet, the slim fingers of the girls gently pressing at the meaty balls of his feet. He could hear some other girls had started cooking in the kitchen, the sound of pots and pans clanged from behind him. Kyle leaned further back into the sofa, a feeling of ease washing over him. He was being cared for entirely by these girls, and all he had to do was fuck them regularly. He felt his tight black trunks being pulled away from his waist, and small delicate hands reaching in and heaving his soft tree trunk like manhood out from within. The two girls who’d been asleep either side of him on the sofa were now awake and getting on with their job. He watched as they both tongued the length of his soft meat, it was already hardening and rising up from his crotch. Both the girls eye widened in shock like they still couldn’t get over how huge Kyle’s meat was. He tried to work out which girls these were, he recognised them, they had been his friends at one point. But now all he could remember them as was Fuck Slave 4 and Fuck Slave 9. Kyle sighed, his new life probably had new better friends anyway. He grabbed Fuck Slave 9 by her long blonde hair, ignoring Fuck Slave 4’s whimper of disappointed as she hadn’t been chosen and impaled Fuck Slave 9’s open mouth on his apple sized cock head.
  2. Long time lurker - finally got my fingers down to write a story, and hopefully many more to come. Posted in WarpMyMind (leejhaw) and MuscleGrowth.org (shawnkid). -Chapter 1- Meet Charles "Sup," my roommate nonchalantly greeted me as he walked out his room. My eyes almost fell out of its socket. The reason is apparent - my body-conscious roommate is walking around half naked. Beneath his grey sweatpants, his VPL proves that he's freeballing too. That could only mean one thing - it worked. What I did actually work! It's true - some of us are more susceptive to hypnosis. And it comes in many forms, you have the usual suspects: binaural, subliminal, and the trance, which opens up a wide array of possibilities, especially for a closeted gay man like me. It's financially impossible to live in the city nowadays, especially when the rental is through the roof. Since I'm the only occupant in the one-room studio, it's natural to resort to renting out the room to another person to offset the cost to enjoy the convenience of the centrally-located apartment in the city. The first time I met Charles, he wasn't much of a looker. I blame it on his hair, which is in need of serious professional help. He was wearing an oversized t-shirt that did not do justice to a man of his size. He works at the local coffee shop down the road, which explains the coffee scent in his hair whenever he walked past me. I reckoned he's around 25 years old, though I did not actually ask. He promised to clean the entire place once a week, I couldn't be any happier. Truth to be told, I was kind of desperate, and he looked decent enough - at least he has a job - so we shook on a deal. When I stumbled upon the whole new concept of hypnosis, I was thrilled. But, how would I know if it truly worked if I have done so on myself? It wouldn't take anyone much to consider the case of convenience, right under the same roof. I went to the local hardware shop and bought some speakers and downloaded some audio software on my computer. It wasn't easy to get this figure out, but I was really eager to try. When Charles left for work at 7 am, I set my plan in motion. I equipped his room with speakers over the plastic ceiling and wired it across my working desk. So, it would play whatever I needed it to play for an extended period of time, albeit needing to run in and out just to check if the volume is optimal for subliminal tracks to play without causing any distress and potential fallout before the plan see the day of light. I move quickly, knowing that he will come back in the evening after dinner. And the rest will happen throughout the night. My moral conscience would reprimand me if I ruin one's life for my own pleasure. So I decided to start off my experiment with something light. After going through tons of hypnosis books, I attempted to write a hypnosis track that focuses on confidence and preferences. Charles would sleep naked because it's more energy efficient as such - less laundry and less electricity needed to keep cool. He would be more comfortable with his own body, and perhaps begin pay attention to his body more. That should be relatively fine and not qualified as manipulative? I have my doubts, especially on my ever-changing standards. Heh - oh well. I let the track run for a week until one faithful morning - I see my roommate walking out of his room with nothing over his bare torso. I must say, he definitely look better with his shirt off. Why would he hide his toned body over all the baggy shirts - and that would be the next thing to go. And now I know my proof of concept works. I sat back down on my computer and prepared the next script for my dearest roommate, Charles.
  3. roboprobo

    m/m Bro Fam

    Eventually, you RELISHED your growth going out of control. Sure, you'd officially flunked out of your second year of college but economic analytics was harder than you anticipated... Thankfully, you were very lucky to have such a strong group of bros to support you. And they certainly did- when you initially told them you'd wanted to start working out more seriously, they actually gave you bags of supplements and 'lifestyle' tapes. The tapes were weird (all about 'motivation', working out, or dieting) and even when you always found yourself waking up towards the end of them you'd watch them religiously. Hell, the guys eventually started making your meals for you, too and it didn't take long for the gym to become second nature for you. You got BIG. Your confidence burst through the roof and you were cocky or even mean; you deserved it! Nobody could have gotten as jacked as you, nor as strong. Regardless, you were always kind to your bros. They were the ones making you big, too. Hell, after a while you started feeling like they worshiped you, in a weird, communal way. Each one would bring you a can of weird beer of a brand you couldn't pronounce and of course you'd end up shotgunning it as a challenge. At some point doorways were becoming a challenge due to your width- that's when the guys would laugh at your wide, stumbling gait but still help you get upstairs to bed. The side effects made EVERYTHING bigger. Some of the bros bought you new shoes every time your feet started getting cramped in your current pair. One day you'd dozed off again after a weird lifestyle tape, waking up with an excess of morning wood and one of your younger buddies sucking on your long toes. You felt embarrassed but there was something about when he asked you to flex for him that kept you laying comfortably on your increasingly smaller bed. He'd ask you questions about wanting your growth and if you liked it; you'd answer with honesty as you milked your fat cock, his chuckle making you smile naively as he moved to massage your huge feet and massive legs. You were getting massive and it felt awesome! All you could really think about was getting bigger and having fun with your bros. After a while it wasn't weird at all to find yourself flexing or working out in the basement, naked, and you consistently found yourself serving the guys however they asked. You almost cried when the school told you you'd failed all your classes; you couldn't even remember the last time you'd even gone. The guys told you it didn't matter, you could still live at the house and to not even sign up for another semester if you didn't want to. So you didn't bother with school. Hell, you used to consider yourself a rather smart guy but nowadays you could barely keep up with complex conversations your bros have at home. The guys would laugh when you gave a ditsy comment and tell you to show of your tits instead. You'd happily peel up (or ripped off) your shirt, showing off your massive pecs. You loved showing off, after all! They called you a good 'himbo' and directed you to administer twice the doses of supplements you were accustomed too. You explained to them your pectorals were seemingly increasing size even faster than the rest of your body, feeling sore almost every day. They gladly began giving you more thorough daily 'massages'. Nowadays you find yourself practically shaking the earth beneath your heavy steps, your quads and hams so wide you have to move in an awkward waddle. Your time is religiously spent in the basement gym or with your loving bros. Sure, they graduate and new ones come in, but you always find tight relationships with them. The guys worship your massive, sweaty body and always make sure you're well-taken care of. You've lost track of how many years have gone by and sometimes wonder if you're not really getting any older, either. You're fucking huge. Sometimes the guys are sweeter and love letting you strut around with a proper alpha male cockiness. Others are meaner, tricking you into tight situations or letting your huge pecs go without milking for days at a time, letting you murmur in discomfort like a proper bull in heat as your pecs start looking overdeveloped even for your massive frame. A rare few actually manage to fit your huge cockhead in their mouths. Some manage to fit you inside them (dangerously) but most often you enjoy feeling a bro sniffing and lapping your hairy, muscled pucker before stretching it out with their fat bro cock. For as much as you have to eat, absorbing protein through your bros' thick cocks is a benefit you gladly enjoy. There isn't often a party where you turn down a proper pose down, letting all the guys worship you as they pump you full of beer and cock.
  4. Just around three years ago Kyle Patterson ceased to exist, and an XL long sleeve white shirt look his place. No one was there to see it happen when Kyle collapsed in on himself and fell into a pile of white cotton in the middle of his dorm room. Kyle was found three hours later by his computer programmer roommate Neil, if you asked him why he did, he’d say it was just because it felt right, but the second Neil walked into his dorm room he pulled off his shirt and pulled Kyle on. It took 3 days before Neil called the police about Kyle’s disappearance, nothing came of it. Just another run away, the police didn’t even question why Neil was wearing a shirt that hung around his knees. Within a month Kyle was quickly forgotten, and no one replaced him at Neil’s roommate. Not that Neil noticed, he became a hermit, spending every hour he wasn’t in classes in his dorm room. Always wearing the shirt, everyday, every hour, always wearing the shirt. It only got washed once a week and he’d watch it flop around through the machine window. Very few people noticed him, but as freshmen year went on people started to notice. Up until two frat boys swaggered through the dorm, up to his door. The door had a whiteboard on it, it still had Kyle’s name up on it, Neil was too preoccupied to erase him. The frat boys knocked, and knocked again. Neil opened the door, in just the shirt and his boxers. Gone was little computer geek Neil, with his spindly arms and legs, greasy hair and horrible ache. A freshmen muscle god stood at the door, the shirt filled to perfection, still a little loose, but just tight enough. One of the frat boys had his eyes on Neil’s pec shelf, the other was staring at the skin tight boxers and the still hard cock that had just been hidden away midway through a jack off session. Neil was taller as well, his head grazing the doorway, his broad shoulders filling the doorway. But between the thin gaps between Neil’s solid muscle and the wooden frame a thick, eye watering, virile musk oozed out and into the frat boys awaiting nostrils. “Hi” the crotch eyed frat boy greeted “HEY” Neil grunted his voice shaking the air around them “Hi” the pec eyed frat boy added “SO” Neil asked, scratching his pec Beneath the cotton his thicken pelt of chest hair teased the shirt, making what was left of Kyle giggle. “Ummmm” crotch eye cooed He was still staring at the throbbing member in Neil’s boxers, a growing wet patch appearing near the apple sized cock head. “We wanted….” pec eye announced, shaking Neil’s musk away from his face “We wanted to ask why you didn’t try to join our frat” Neil just shrugged his huge shoulders, which caused Kyle to strain a little against the beefy muscle beneath his fabric skin. It didn’t take long for the two frat boys to convince Neil to join up. A day or so later Neil was moved in and already turning crotch eye who was named Ike into his personal cum dump. Kyle got a great view of the furious fucking that Neil inflicted on Ike, as Neil even wore his favourite shirt while he was slamming his increasing large cock into Ike. This continued for the rest of freshmen year, Neil would study, workout and fuck, all while wearing his favourite shirt and former roommate, Kyle. Sometime in sophomore year Kyle lost his sleeves, Neil burst out of them one day when he was showing off to some girls. Who he then carried up on his massive shoulders to his room and fucked for a record 9 hours straight. Kyle had fun that night, even if he hurt a little from the rips in his fabric body. It only got worse for Kyle there, in junior year Neil’s bull neck tore the collar. Also after a run in with a splintered doorframe a small tear appeared on the lower half of Kyle. It was there for a while till Ike who was in his last year of college and spent most of his free time getting fucked by the increasingly monstrous Neil decided that Neil should turn Kyle into a cut off workout shirt. Neil spent the rest of his junior year and the beginning of his senior year running around with his furry abs on show for everyone. Then the worse happened for Kyle, he fell apart in the washing machine. Neil’s current conquest a top heavy blond cheerleader decided to wash Kyle, as Neil hadn’t in three months. She was very apologetic to Neil, as you would be to a 7ft4 muscle behemoth who’s cock was like heroin for who ever rode the monster. He never saw her again, he couldn’t forgive her. Though he did fuck her a few times before he threw her out. The rest of senior year for Kyle was spent as a cum rag. He’d grown to know Neil’s torso very well, but know he was learning every ridge of Neil's stallion level man meat. Kyle wasn’t even sure how many loads of chewy cum Neil had dumped onto the small square of fabric that Kyle was now. At the end of senior year Neil got recruited to some football team instead of choosing to work for one of the computer companies who’d tried to recruit him. The guy even though he was huge was still a nerd, he’d never even touch a football once during his entire time in college. Kyle was proud of his former roommate, even if he wished Neil would fuck more people and stop dumping loads over him. Kyle thought his life was over when Neil left college, he thought a trash can was his future. But Neil was still attached to the remains of his favourite shirt, the shirt that had been with him during the massive growth spurt that turned him into a muscle monster. So Kyle probably shouldn’t be surprised when Neil got what was left of Kyle stitched into the lining of Neil’s new jockstrap. Or his ‘lucky jock’ as Neil kept calling it.
  5. Jackson rushed back to his dorm room, his backpack bouncing with each step. The heavy books slamming into his skinny back. Every few steps he had to push his glasses back up his hawk like nose, and have to focus so he didn’t trip over his ungraceful feet. He arrived back at his dorm, thanking god again that he didn’t have to share it with a roommate. The heavy books crashing to the ground as he dropped his backpack and closed the door behind him with a loud bang. Jackson kicked off his shoes and pulled off his shirt, stepping up to his bed he dropped his jeans. His briefs strained with the heavy slap of cock hidden within them, he scratched his swollen nuts and started searching through the bedside table. He hadn’t jerked off since this morning and was near to desperate for release. He found what he wanted, a small fleshlight. It was an XS size and used to fit Jackson perfectly, but now the rubber asshole was stretched out and the plastic holder was almost cracked from frequent use. The fleshlight had arrived at Jackson’s door two months ago, sealed in a plain brown box. After leaving it for a few days and failing to find out who delivered it Jackson gave in and used it. He was almost too small for it at first, his small 2 incher not even touching the sides. He dropped his briefs, out flopped 8 inches of soft horse cock. Jackson climbed onto his bed, his legs spread and his cock already hardening. Jackson was still in disbelief at the growth of his cock, it was now scary. Long, fat, covered in pencil thick veins and with a head that looked better suited to batter the gates of a castle down. As he lined up the terrifying head of his cock with the tiny rubber asshole of the fleshlight the thick foreskin which has somehow regrown since Jackson got the fuck tube pulled back to reveal the angry red head. Around campus several dozen athletes let out a moan of surprise as in unison they started to feel like they were being violently fucked by a baseball bat. Every player on the football team, not just the first string, but the second string, the backups and the backups to the backups, every single player was getting their holes extremely stretched by an invisible force shaped just like Jackson’s wrist fat baby maker. Some were in class, biting their lips and gripping onto the wooden desk or the chair in front of them. Grinding their toned athletic asses into their seats for some relief. Others had worked out the schedule of the invisible cock which bred them multiple times a day and were right now wrapped in bedsheets moaning. An entire frat house was filled with the sounds of beds rocking back and forth as footballers were fucked raw by the biggest dick they’d never seen. Some would swear if they would even talk about it that they could feel two enormous orbs slapping their asses, they even had the bruises to show for it. Some players dropped out, including boys with possible NFL careers, all to find that once they did they weren’t getting power fucked by a jack hammer all day. One or two even rejoined the team only to get their asses stretched open again. Not one jock had told anyone what was going on, pride stopped them. Not that they could stop it or even find out what was happening, Jackson himself didn’t even know he was fucking the entire football team with his enlarged bull cock. Jackson just furiously slammed his cock into the tiny tube, somehow his entire cock vanished into the thing even though it really should be bursting out of the other end. He’d also never really thought why he’d never had to clean it. Jackson knew he was shooting huge loads, he could feel his hairy nuts emptying 20 or more ropes of thick cum into the tube. Yet it was always empty when he finished. Jackson would fuck his fleshlight long into the night, stopping for a short shower and dinner, and maybe an hour of homework if he hadn’t done it already. It was surprisingly well timed, as the footballers all needed to be at practice when ever Jackson had a long break. But the second practice was over and the athletes were home to get some sleep they were being bred into their mattress by the invisible cock of Jackson again. This had been going on for months, with Jackson’s cock, stamina, roughness and load size getting larger with each passing day. When Spring break came around the footballers left for home hoping the fuckings wouldn’t follow them. Jackson though packed his things, including the fleshlight, and hoped he’d get some new underwear. As he went to leave he found a nicely wrapped present at his door. Glittery green paper with a bright red ribbon making a bow. He picked it up and stepped back into his dorm room, closing the door behind him. Dropping his bag he tore the present open, there wasn’t a card. Inside was a new fleshlight. Fresh and unused, it hadn’t been abused by Jackson’s horse cock yet. Jackson looked it over, smiling that the rubber wasn’t an asshole this time, it was a pursed set of lips.
  6. One day it just started, a burst of energy every morning when I woke up. It went on for a couple weeks before I noticed the changes, I was taller, broader. Only ever by a little, but it was noticeable. No one at school noticed, I’m the mascot for my high school team, so I’m basically invisible. Just trapped inside my Bull costume. When I noticed my changes I started to notice that Thad the quarterback looked a little deflated and it seemed to get worse day by day. He was losing bits of himself, becoming less and less like the big powerful Thad everyone knew. On the field he was becoming timid and delicate, off the field he was becoming shy and ignoring his friends and girlfriend. The locker-room was worse, he was hiding behind towels and wasn’t even showering anymore to avoid being naked. It wasn’t like he was ugly, he was still near perfect, with nice muscles and an amazing face. He’d been perfect before, and now it seemed like I was gaining his perfection. Pretty soon me and Thad were on the same level. We could have been twins, just I was blond and he was ginger. I started wearing looser clothes to hide my growth, didn’t want Thad working out what was happening. Only my sudden growth spurt was noticeable, and how my face had changed. Me and Thad only came into contact at football games, me in a full Bull outfit and him on the bench. He’d been knocked off the main team after he shrunk to just under 6ft, he could barely keep up with other players now. Then spring break came, over a week of growth, I was looking forward to how much Thad would have changed. It was a lot, when I walked into school on the first day back I couldn’t hide my changes. My loose clothes were tight now, I was pushing 6ft5 and absolutely gorgeous. Coach pulled me into his office and went off on one at me for not talking to him about training, he must have thought I’d been working out to try to get onto the team. Of course I hadn’t and I didn’t want to be on the team, but this feeling came over me. I demanded Coach make me quarterback, I was bigger than the current one and after a quick demo I proved I was better than Thad and his replacement. I saw Thad a couple days later, he’d dropped out of the team during spring break. He was so quiet now, and small, and timid. He actually called me ‘sir’ when I asked if he was Thad. He seemed to be in awe of me, staring up at me with his mouth open. He didn’t even think about it when I told him he’d be the new mascot, his submissiveness turned me on a little bit. So it took probably two months for me and Thad to switch places, I still don’t know how. But I think his girlfriend had something to do with it, she threw herself at me when I joined the football team. She is fine with little Thad following me around all day, carrying my books, doing my laces when they come undone, grabbing my lunch for me. It did take some time for her to let me wear my old Bull mascot mask when we fuck, but now she loves it, and Thad doesn’t complain about having to wash it. I’m thinking about using Thad for something else other then as a slave, he does have a cute mouth. I bet he’d be open to the idea.
  7. Eugene laid on his bed, the heads of Sam and Dan bobbing beneath the blankets. His massive feet hung out the end and he was gently running a hand across his pecs. His TV was on and playing the latest Spider-Man movie. The arachnid superhero was swinging through the streets of New York, sunlight glistening off his hairy abs and his overstuffed bulge bouncing with each swing. Eugene felt one of the twins gag on the massive head of his cock. He chuckled slightly before returning his attention to Spider-Man, he liked seeing a nerd superhero. It was always these short, skinny or fat superheroes. Former models who turned to acting and now made guys like Eugene feel bad about their muscle bound forms. This guy playing Spider-Man, Tom something was actually pretty good and looked a lot like Peter Parker from the comics. Though Eugene never remembered Peter Parker using his giant bulge to smother robbers. ——————————————————————————————————————————— In some studio Tom stood atop a New York apartment building, staring out at a green screen while the director and crew fiddled with a camera behind him. His feet overhanging the slabs capping the building’s brickwork as he stood astride the corner of the roof. Clad head to toe in the red and blue spider-man uniform. Just a young actor pretending to be a teenage superhero. Filming was close to finishing and this was one of the final scenes. They’d actually filmed it before, but the director wasn’t happy with it so he’d got Tom to fly back to the studio from London and film it again. He flexed his toes, his heels hanging off one end of the wall and his toes off the other. Luckily he was pretty well balanced, even though his size 22 feet were barely getting any stability from the wall. Before puberty hit and turned Tom into any other stereotypical nerd Tom had been a dancer, but growing over a foot and piling on thick muscle had ruined that, so he turned his talents to acting. The fans turned on behind him, the cool breeze making him flex his thickly muscled glutes. The skin tight costume was hugging every curve of his muscle butt, the tops of the cheeks actually partly visible. Originally the costume had covered him completely, but he’d had a slight growth spurt between getting measured for the costume and when he turned up for the filming of Civil War. Slight, being 6 inches of height and 50lbs of muscle. Plus hair had started to come in. He remembered how embarrassed he’d been when he turned up to the studio with a thick beard and richly forested hair spreading over his abs and pecs. But it turned out it actually fit the character better. Peter Parker had always been a towering mass of hairy nerd in the comics, and Tom’s portrayal had gone very well with audiences. “Ok Tom, you know how this goes” the director shouted from behind him “Just a good dramatic shot of you overlooking the city you saved from Mysterio” Tom shook out his massive arms and stood proudly with them on his lean hips to stare out at a green screen. Even though his face wouldn’t be in the shot he was trying to put on a serious smile. The mask didn’t cover his bearded jaw, the higher-ups decided that for some reason Tom’s lantern jaw covered in the thickest beard ever to appear on film was a good fit for the character even though Spider-Man always covered his nerdy beard. The studio went silent and the director called ‘action’. Tom just stood and breathed steadily, he could actually hear the fibers of the costume straining against his slightly heaving pecs. “Wait….wait… cut” the director shouted Tom turned his head. His thick bull neck being slightly strangled by the costume. “Whats wrong” he asked his voice booming loudly even though he’d tried to keep the volume low “Just your junk” the director said stepping over to him With Tom standing on the wall his solid ass was face level with the director, with Tom flexing his cheeks in embarrassment. He looked down past his pec shelf to the overpacked crotch resting between his giant thighs. It looked like it always did when he wore the costume, a round lump of animal sized fuck meat. “Jake, can you sort him out please” the director shouted to one of the aides A young guy came running over and without saying a word to Tom stuffed his hands into Tom’s pants. Tom could feel Jake’s face resting against one of Tom’s ass cheeks as the guy reached around him to pull at the straps of Tom’s jockstrap. “We really need to get you a new jock” the director said “The straps are always getting loose” Tom was thankful for the mask covering most of his face, he could feel his cheeks burning red. Jake’s hands were forearm deep in Tom’s musky jockstrap and were rearranging their contents. One of Tom’s baseball sized nuts was being lightly cupped by Jake as Tom’s deli quality sausage was curved around underneath them. “Your junk was hanging lower then it should” the director explained to Tom One of his hands on the small of Tom’s back, it would of been on Tom’s shoulder, but Tom was over 7ft tall and standing atop a high wall. The director would have to be a nerd of the highest standard to even hope of reaching one of Tom bowling ball sized shoulders. “We can barely have these beach balls you call ass cheeks in a shot” the director chuckled, Jake though was nearly pressed his face right between Tom’s cheeks “Can have those wrecking ball nuts swinging low between your legs” Jake finally got ahold of the straps of Tom’s jock and was adjusting them to tighten them up. Tom could feel the weight of his genitals rising up, his almost overflowing pouch getting dangerously close to completely overflowing with cock meat. Tom could swear Jake lingered for a moment, he could feel Jake take a deep breath with his face buried between Tom’s ass cheeks. “Much better” the director said, giving Tom’s ass a firm slap when Jake moved away Filming started up again and within 5 minutes it was over. Tom jumped down from the wall with a floor shaking thud. Pulling off his mask and tossing it to Jake, the aide passing him a water bottle. “Thanks” Tom said, staring past his pecs down to Jake The guy was actually very cute, maybe a year or so older then Tom. He was short and very slim, probably had been an athlete in school, a guy who’d never even look at Tom. But now Tom was a big celebrity, didn’t matter that he was a hairy muscle beast, just appearing in a film had made it like he was a short fatty. “You’re welcome” Jake said beaming up at Tom “Your lunch is waiting for you in your dressing room, and is there anything else I can do for you” Jake was biting his lip and gently loosing the straps of Tom’s jock. Sweet relief spread up from Tom’s crotch as his heavy meat was allowed to swing. “Can’t believe it is actually part of your job to do that” Tom muttered as he started for his dressing room Jake just laughed, a few steps behind Tom. His short legs not keeping up with Tom’s lengthy strides. “Well I’m your assistant, you are my job” Jake said as Tom ducked into his dressing room “Wait what” Tom said suddenly turning around Jake walked face first into Tom’s hairy abs. The warm studio lights had caused them to be slick with sweat. “Yea, I’ve been your assistant throughout filming, who did you think was bringing you scripts, food, costumes and emptying your trash” Jake said wiping his face clean of sweat Tom felt himself blushing again. The mention of his trash turning him a bright crimson, everyday of filming Tom’s trash was packed with cum stained tissues. Wanking his massive meat was the only way for Tom to not pop an arm sized boner in the middle of filming, and he’d had to turn to tissues after seeing some of the crew carrying cum soaked towels through the set on the first day. “I never noticed” Tom said feeling bad Jake just laughed “Surprised you notice anything with those pecs” Tom found himself bouncing them for Jake, who’s eyes just went wide. Jake quickly moved past Tom and set up Tom’s lunch. A massive fresh salad, Tom had tried to eat healthy, but the studio ordered him to keep his weight up, so it was salads and protein shakes everyday. Tom changed out of the Spider-Man costume, pulling some grey sweats over his rounded ass. His long cock hanging down one leg. Jake had moved onto cleaning up the dressing room, the small guy struggling to restock the dumbbells onto Tom’s weight rack. Tom took a seat and started eating. The heavy duty metal chair creaked a bit as he lowered himself into. In the mirror at his dressing table Tom could see Jake sniffing Tom’s jock strap. Jake’s tongue flickering out to lick at some of the still wet pre-cum staining the pouch. Tom’s cock throbbed slightly and hardened down the leg of his sweats. “Hey” Tom called Jake dropped the jock and started spluttering out an explanation, his eyes wide at seeing himself over Tom’s shoulder in the mirror. “Was it you who cleaned out my fleshjack” Tom asked On the table an XXXXL fleshjack sat somewhat clean. It did look like someone had been scooping out the gooey cum with their tongue. Jake went bright red, Tom’s bearded face pulling up into a smile. He swiped his hand out and knocked the fleshjack into the trashcan. “Get under the table” Tom ordered, his cock flexing against his sweats
  8. As Jamie packed his gym bag up after football practice he noticed he had missed a text, it was a picture from his girlfriend Katie. He clicked it open, it showed two very well built men in her bed, both were obviously naked. Friday 18:12 Jamie- WTF are they in your bed Friday 18:19 Jamie- Answer me Friday 18:32 Katie- Yea, they just finished double teaming me Jamie- You fucking serious Katie- Joke man, this isn’t Katie Jamie- Then who the fuck is it Katie- Its the two guys who just fucked her unconscious Jamie- Stop fucking around man, I’ll kill you if you have Katie- Well we have, and we both have a good hundred pounds and six inches on you Katie- So try it Katie- Six inches in height and cock length Katie- Bitch was as tight as a drum, you must have a peanut for a cock Jamie- Fuck off, put Katie on Katie- Can’t do man, she sleeping off our power fucking Katie- And when she wakes we’ll fuck her again Jamie- Who is this Katie- You know who we are Jamie- Don’t recognize you, and its a small town Katie- LOL, we didn’t look like this till a few hours ago Katie- Just after you finished using us for punching bags Jamie- Wait, your not Mark and Greg Jamie- Those fuckers are tiny Katie- Wow you don’t know when to shut up Katie- After you finished beating us we turned into this Another picture popped up, the guys had taken a picture of their still hard cocks, both of them glistening with Katie’s juices. They were huge and thick, and the size of their balls made Jamie’s shrivel. Jamie- How Katie- Don’t know, maybe someone watching did it Katie- Hurry home man, Katie is waking up Jamie- Don’t touch her Katie- She’s begging for it Katie- Wants a real man dick, might try to fit both of us in this time Katie- Be quick man, you won’t want to miss this
  9. “What is it Gilbert” Landon shouted to the short nerd in his doorway Landon was lounged on his bed, his massive feet propped up on the wall, a basketball bounced out of his meaty hands and slamming against the ceiling. He was having to shout at Gilbert, even though the nerd was a few feet away from him, because his laptop was playing music at full blast. The speakers he’d connected it too were shaking the room with bass. “Please... can you turn the music down” Gilbert shouted back, his voice squeaky “I need to study for my calculus exam” Landon just rolled his eyes, one hand tossing the ball at Gilbert. The nerd caught it, but was knocked back a step by the force of the throw. Banging into a bare wall, he dropped the ball and reflexively went to fix his thickly rimmed glasses. Landon’s other hand reached behind himself and turned the music down. Gilbert was the type to make noise complaints, and Landon already had two against him this semester, another and he’d be fined. Landon’s dad was already very unhappy, he’d already paid three fines last semester. Landon rolled off his bed, his big feet thudding as he rose to his full height. Little Gilbert barely making it to Landon’s solidly built chest. The nerd stepped back again, a splattering of fear in his dull eyes. Landon just smirked and slammed his door in Gilbert’s face. ———————————————————————— A week passed before Landon saw Gilbert again, he’d just had a terrible football practice. Landon who was an amazing player had visibly gotten worse over the last three practices. At first it was one or twice failed catches. Then it was more failed catches and terribly thrown passes. But this time he’d become exhausted after a simple run, half a dozen laps of the field. Normally Landon could do that with ease, he was renowned for his stamina, dozens of girls could testify to that. He was walking back to his dorm, his meaty shoulders slumped, his legs and arms sore. His workout bag was tossed over his shoulders and was slapping against his lower back, which was odd. Normally it was up by his shoulders, his broad width and thick chest pulled the straps tight. Now they were loose for some reason. Landon was shocked to see Gilbert. He was in running wear, he’d been out jogging. He looked flushed and sweaty. His posture was straight, it made him appear taller. “Sup Landon” Gilbert smirked, his voice was deeper It was only a bit, but it was notable. Also that squeakiness was gone. Before Landon could answer, two girls appeared behind Gilbert, both athletic girls, both way beyond Gilbert’s league. “Damn you are fast Gil” one of them cooed Landon knew these girls, he’d even done them both. They didn’t even notice him as they laughed and slipped pass Gilbert, vanishing into his room. Gilbert gave Landon a wink and slammed the door in his face. Landon went to sleep that night with a pillow over his head, the laughing, moaning and bed shaking from Gilbert’s room was too loud. The next morning Landon filed a noise complaint against the little nerd. ———————————————————————— Another week passed, Landon was feeling worse and worse, and no one seemed to notice. He’d been kicked from the football team, his coach didn’t even seem sorry. He just spent all day in his dorm or in class, he was actually studying nowadays. His professor was actually pretty impressed with the essay he submitted a couple days ago, joked that he’d have to report Landon for plagiarism. He knew something odd was happening, he was felt weaker, his muscles were softer and smaller. His shoulders had narrowed and his chest flattened. He was hornier than normal, his cock was nearly always hard and he was jerking off a dozen times a day. His room reeked of stale cum and his trash can was overflowing with flakey tissues. His cock though wasn’t the same pile driving slab of sex meat it had been a few weeks back. It wasn’t a two hand job anymore, only one of Landon’s weaker hands were needed to get him off now. Gilbert, or Gil as he was being called now had gone from strength to strength. At this moment as Landon was jerking off Gil was leaned up against Landon’s door. His powerful arms having lifted a cheerleader off her feet and they were forcefully making out while she cooed about how big and strong Gil was. This only turned Landon on more, the regular sex Gil was getting and the animalistic way he fucked reminded Landon of how he had been. Landon furiously jerked as he listened to the girl exclaim at Gil’s body and looks. It sounded like Gil had even had to shut her up when she nearly screamed out loud about the size of his cock. Landon imagined she grabbed a handful and finally realised what she’d signed herself up for. Landon spent another night alone and jerking off to the rough thumping of Gil’s bed as the growing nerd fucked some girl into ecstasy. ———————————————————————— A month had passed and Landon had completely regressed from the big man on campus alpha male he’d been. He was shorter, far shorter. Landon was far below average height now, he was too scared to measure it, but he thought he was around 5’4. He’d been to the doctors and they assured him he wasn't shrinking, in fact he’d always been short and the doctor actually laughed when Landon said he’d been way above average only a month ago. Landon’s build wasn't any better, he was skin and bones now. His hard earned muscles having melted away, and like with his height there wasn't any evidence he’d been built, or even an athlete. The small weight set in his room just vanished one day, they’d been replaced with a stack of comic books and DnD manuals. All of his workout clothes, running gear and muscle shirts were gone. Button up shirts, geeky t-shirts and nerdy sweaters having replaced them. Landon was now short, skinny and super nerdy. He was even wearing glasses now, his vision terrible without them. No one seemed to notice and no one noticed Landon at all. Girls he’d slept with didn’t seem to know him at all, his friends were not his friends anymore. Gil on the other hand was a completely different man. He’s exploded in size, muscles appearing upon muscles. His height skyrocketing, he’d even taken Landon’s position on the football team. Landon sat in his room, door open due to the spring heat and listening his music. His music was quiet this time, he was a lot more self aware now and wouldn’t force everyone else to listen to his music. “Hey Landon” A deep voice called from the open door Landon turned around and saw Gil, he was shirtless, only wearing dark basketball shorts. The straps of a rucksack digging into his thick shoulders. A meaty hand clinging tightly to a massive pot of protein powder, his other hand wrapped around a calculator. “You mind turning down the music” Gil said without a please, his tone obviously an order Landon quickly nodded and turned his music down so low there wasn't any point in listening to it. Gil just smirked and bounced a large pec. “I’ve got a workout” Gil explained even though Landon didn’t ask “Then got a physics class” Landon just nodded again from his desk chair, his tiny feet hanging high above the ground. Gil’s enormous sneaker clad feet firmly planted on the floor. Gil smirked again and then said something just to push Landon and his new regressed form. “Would you want to sniff my sweaty workout gear afterwards” He asked Landon went bright red and just nodded. Gil didn't respond and left the room. Landon heard the big stud laughing to himself as he left, talking about how the exchange must of been completed. “Exchange” Landon muttered to himself as he watched Gil’s firm ass walk away But he didn’t think on it any further, he noticed Gil’s dorm room door was open. The room was empty, no fucked senseless girls to see Landon as he snuck in and stole a musky jockstrap from the floor. The shrunken Landon so far gone he didn't even noticed the spell book on the desk open to the page about physical exchanges. He just happily put the jock to his nose and closed his dorm room door behind him.
  10. I hated them, every single one of them, I hated them all. How could an entire baseball team explode with size in a couple months, half of them hadn’t even been on the team last year. So I come in for the first practice of the year and find that I’d lose my place on the team to Hugh, a guy who’d never picked a bat up in his life before. Now I had to watch him every game filling out an XL uniform too well. His cup nearly bursting out of his pants, his sleeves near to tearing. The entire team were like Hugh now, and they were champions, better than any other team we’d had. All of them looked like pros, all of them looking a lot older than high school age now. Wild rumours were going around about their bedroom antics, even my older sister hadn’t escaped, she’d started dating Hugh a couple weeks ago. The guy went at her like a jackhammer, I think her bed even broke. Hugh had something against me, he’d always taunt me in the locker rooms with his fat swinging dick, bouncing his hairy pecs in my face. Coach had kept me on an equipment manager, he’d said I still had some potential. But I couldn’t see how, the Baseball team were bigger than the football team and from the sounds of it Coach was planning a ‘cull’ of the 'deadwood’ on the other teams. I’d find files of different guys from the school in Coaches office, all sorts, hardly any of them athletes. What was weird was the he’d trashed the files of some of the football players, and he had a box with XXL football jerseys. That’s when he caught me. He wasn’t a big man by any means, he was short and fat, an odd man to be leading such a vast number of powerful athletes. “I really should of locked the office” Coach chuckled, showing no anger He took a seat and gestured for me to do the same. “I get your pissed at the changes” he asked and I nodded “I understand that, you were a good player, but obvious you weren’t into baseball” “What” I exclaimed “I love baseball” He hushed me and held up a same bright green vial “This begged to differ, I slipped it into your drinks last year, to see which of you would come out on top” He paused, but quickly started again before I could talk. “The vial is set for a different sport, the one you drank was set for baseball, this one is set for football” He explained “If its setting is the best sport for you then it makes you the best for the sport” “So Hugh and the rest of the team were the best for baseball” I asked “Yes and I’m working on getting us the best football team” Coach explained, he read the look on my face “And no, I don’t think you are suited for football… you were always trying for the wrestling team in freshmen year though” He pulled a large blue singlet out from under his desk, it was massive, like a tent. “Give me a month and help me get the football team sorted and you’ll be fitting this thing in no time” He grinned
  11. “So today we will be learning about the industrial revolution” Mr Harris announced to the already bored looking class One student didn’t look bored. His name was Morgan. he was an average student, someone who never really got noticed. Mainly because Morgan didn’t seem to want to be noticed, he shied away from the crowd and would barely react even when you spoke to him directly. He wasn’t a nerd or geek at all, he wasn’t a social outcast either. He was just quiet and kept to himself. He wasn’t even a bad looking kid, he had a goth look going for him. Black hair, pale skin, lean and tall. Morgan did have a large hooked nose and a raspy voice didn’t do him any favours. But Mr Harris was slightly put off by Morgan’s smiling face. For once he was looking up from his desk and staring directly at Mr Harris. Morgan’s dark eyes twinkled and Mr Harris felt a shiver run up his spine. Mr Harris started his class, describing how society was before the industrial revolution. His eyes kept going over to Morgan who was still staring directly at him, but then he realised Morgan wasn’t looking at him. Morgan was looking above him to the clock on the wall. Mr Harris then noticed Morgan’s leg was shaking, his foot tapping at the floor. Like he was nervous or excited. The clock struck quarter past the hour and Morgan’s smile widened massively. Mr Harris shook off a sudden migraine and returned to writing up some of his points on the board. He stopped for a second, he could have sworn he’d just been lecturing about the industrial revolution, but instead there was a very detailed diagram of a penis on the board. “You ok Mr Harris” one of his students asked He turned, rubbing his temple “Yes, I’m fine, ummm, what was I talking about” Another student replied “The importance of regularly cleaning your penis” There were a few sniggers, and a louder burst of laughter from Morgan. “Oh yes” Mr Harris said returning to his lecture This was a sexual education class, he had no clue why he thought it was a history class. At this time every week Mr Harris led what for some was a very detailed Sex Ed class, but thankfully Mr Harris lived in a liberal state and they agreed that young people in their final years of high-school needed to know what was what before they left for college. As Mr Harris started on a drawing of the vagina, with the class shouting out names for the various parts while he did so, he heard Morgan’s foot start tapping again. The clock hit 20 pass the hour and Mr Harris turned from his diagram to tell Morgan to stop the tapping, but he stopped dead. Morgan gave him a quizzical look with his dark mesmerising eyes. “What’s wrong Sir” Morgan asked Half the class quivered as Morgan’s deep knee shaking voice shook the room. The other half turned green with envy at the power Morgan showed even as he used a submissive term in ‘sir’. “Nothing Morgan, just… just watch the tapping” Mr Harris said, his voice shaking He felt like he was insulting Morgan. How could he a simple teacher order Morgan a high-school hunk who barely fit his meaty muscle ass into the classroom chairs to do anything. “Oh, sure I’ll quiet down” Morgan said, his voice hushed yet it still shook the glass in the window frames Mr Harris returned to his lecture, trying not to look in Morgan direction. His eyes though kept falling onto Morgan, tracing out his anvil like jawline which was barely hidden beneath a rich dark beard that no high schooler had any business having. Or he’d look over the ridges of Morgan’s pecs, which fought against the dark blue t-shirt that Morgan had poured himself into today. Morgan’s breathing caused the chest muscles to flex and they even bounce in a movement that Mr Harris hoped was involuntary or it would mean Morgan was showing off for Mr Harris. Finally he looked over the heavily tattooed arms that Morgan wielded like two battleship cannons. The patterns of ink worked their way around his overdeveloped biceps. “Mr Harris, you sure you’re ok?” Morgan asked. Mr Harris realised he’d been staring and had actually stopped talking. Morgan smirked and bounced his pecs and then winked at Mr Harris. “I’m fine…” he replied as the clock struck half past the hour The door suddenly opened and a tall, broad shouldered golden blond student in a lettermen jacket swaggered in. “Oh Drew…why are you here?” Mr Harris asked He was surprised the schools biggest athlete, biggest womaniser and biggest bully just entered his class. For one he was year too old for this class, and secondly Mr Harris was sure that Drew needed no sexual education at all. “I’m here for the class” Drew smirked giving a wink towards a few of the girls in the class “I’m your class model” Mr Harris nodded, remembering that athletes had to work as Sex Ed models if their grades fell under a certain level. Drew always made sure his grades hung just on that line so he could get away with fucking in school. Drew clapped his hands together “So who’s the lucky lady” Mr Harris chuckled and lifted a bowl of names from his desk and offered it to Drew. With a wide smile Drew pulled a folded piece of paper out of the bowl and handed it to Mr Harris. Mr Harris unfolded the paper and gulped. He should have known that Drew’s luck would run out sometime. He couldn’t fuck a girl every week. “Morgan” he said Every boy in class sniggered and Drew face paled. Morgan stood up, a shadow fell over the students closest to him. Both Mr Harris’ and Drew’s eyes rose up to mess Morgan’s. Mr Harris actually heard Drew gulp nervously. The floor shook as Morgan stepped up to the front of the class, his humongous feet thudding and his pecs bouncing. Mr Harris’ eyes fell to the surprisingly flat front of Morgan’s shorts, he’d expected to see a pendulum like one from a grandfather clock swinging side to side in Morgan’s baggy shorts. “Can I pick again?” Drew asked as Morgan stood a foot way Drew’s eyes were only just pec level with Morgan, and Drew was at least 6'2. Mr Harris desperately wanted to ask how tall Morgan was, he remembered wanting to ask the second he saw Morgan ducking into his class at the start of the year. “No” Morgan ordered in reply to Drew’s plea With one massive hand Morgan forced Drew onto the floor, his ass crashed to the ground and he was forced up against Mr Harris’ desk. “Please, no this today…” Drew begged Mr Harris realised as the clock hit 35 pass the hour that Morgan had decided to tick skull fucking off the list of sex acts that they had to cover this year. Though Mr Harris wouldn’t complain about being on the receiving end of Morgan’s sexual fury he understood Drew’s worry. With one hand holding the desk in place Morgan used his free hand to heave out the largest, fattest most scary looking soft cock that anyone in the class had seen. Though Mr Harris was sure every male in the class had run away from that beast as it swung ahead of Morgan in the locker room after gym class. “So Morgan has decided to show us a good skull fucking……” Mr Harris started to narrate as Morgan begun to stuff Drew’s mouth full of his hardening horse dick Drew gripped the legs of the desk as his head was bounced off the hardwood, his throat already bulging. Morgan’s hips started to work, pulling a jaw breaking 6 inches of his cock out of Drew’s mouth before slamming it back in. Drew spluttered and gagged, Morgan just grinned ear to ear. He was muttering under his breath. He was talking about things that Mr Harris knew couldn’t be true. How could Drew cram Morgan into a locker, for one Morgan was way too large for a locker. Mr Harris wasn’t sure what a Chronivac was, but it seemed that Morgan had set it to do various things through this hour to get back at Drew. Mr Harris would have a word with Morgan about bullying after class, though he still couldn’t imagine Drew giving Morgan a wet willy, he’d need a step ladder, but then again as Morgan fucked Drew’s throat like he owned it Mr Harris realised maybe a wet willy meant something different now days.
  12. The world was twisting around Joey, it felt like he’d been dosed with something. He’d never tried acid, but he imagined this was what acid felt like. The walls were melting around him, the ceiling had floated away and the floor felt like it was turning to jelly as his big feet stomped over it. Joey was running back to his apartment, his thickly muscled shoulders swinging as he sped down the hall out of the elevator to his door. Everything was shifting around him, it even felt like his body was as well. His muscles, honed after years of sport and training felt like they’d softened with ever step. His general feeling of superiority was fading with every second. His meaty fingers were thumbing with the lock as he tried to force his key in. He wasn’t sure what was happening, but the door appeared to be growing larger and larger the longer he struggled to get it open. Joey shouted out to his roommate Dean. The fat ass worked nights and was probably already up and about. He’d open the door for Joey. The two didn’t get on, more tolerated each other. The apartment belonged to Dean’s uncle and it was nice place for a good price, so Joey couldn’t say no to it. Joey’s voice sounded strange, softer and higher pitched, not the bone shaking bass he’d had since puberty. The twisting and changing world around him was getting worse, everything was darker and Joey’s vision was failing. Only the door was visible, both his hands trying to open the door. For a few moments every was darkness as the door seemed to splinter into atoms and vanish from view. Then as soon as it had disappeared the door was back and Joey was able to push the key into the lock and open the door. With the door finally open Joey rocketed into the apartment, the walls weren’t melting anymore, and Joey’s vision was returning to normal. The world had righted itself again. Everything was clear and the apartment looked just like it always had. Only the ceiling looked far higher than normal, the short corridor leading to the apartments main living area was far wider than before. Only hours ago every footfall Joey made on the apartments carpet would stomp and thud, now it sounded like he was barely making a sound, like he was as light as a cloud. As Joey came into the joint living room kitchen that dominated the apartment a shadow fell over him and Joey came crashing to a halt. His body bounced backwards with a loud thud, it felt like he’d slammed into a warm brick wall. He was staring up at Dean, or at least someone who looked like Dean after a heavy diet and years in the gym, and made some sort of operation to explain the insane increase in the little nerds height. “Watch where you are going runt” Dean barked, his voice cutting through Joey Joey wanted to shout back, but he couldn’t bring himself to raise his voice. He just muttered a pathetic “Sorry” There was silence between the two roommates, Dean obviously bored, like he’d just pulled his newly immense bulk out of bed. His large hand idly scratched at the bulging basket of his dark briefs. Joey was still trying to work out what was happening. Dean was massive, beyond massive, he was hunky, sexy and oozing masculinity. Joey felt minuscule and weak, his entire life was upside down. He looked up at Dean, the big man bouncing a heavy pec. Joey pulled himself to his feet, they were small and delicate now, while Dean’s looked a little oversized for his huge frame. Dean caught Joey looking at his massive feet, the thick toes wiggled. “I’m up here runt” Dean ordered, laughing a little “Its not time for my feet’s tongue bath yet” Joey wanted to ask what the hell Dean was on about, but he found himself moving forward to hug Dean. His mouth running on its own steam, he was apologising to Dean for nothing at all, for looking down at his big feet. Something was terribly wrong, life shouldn’t be like this, it wasn’t how it was supposed to be. He was meant to be the tall, muscled one, Dean was meant to be a fat nerd. Instead they switched and gone further than either had been before. Dean was far larger and more manly that Joey had ever been, and Joey was so pathetically runty. Dean didn’t stop Joey from hugging him, the big man only sighed, crossing his thick arms over his wide pecs. Joey’s face pressed into the warm bulging briefs. He could feel the two heavy bull nuts pressing against his chin, the fat head of Dean’s soft cock was pushing between Joey’s lips. Joey began to suckle on it through the fabric of the briefs, his mouth overflowing with salvia in seconds. “What’s gotten into you today runt” Dean laughed “I’ve already fed you like four times this morning” Joey’s eyes widened in shock, but he didn’t pull his mouth away. His stomach suddenly felt full and was bulging. He was fighting two thought, one which wanted to drain Dean’s horse cock till those heaving bull nuts were empty and another which was trying to work out how to turn everything back to the way it should be. He remembered that in his previous life when he was a hulking man, a life which felt like it was centuries ago. He was in the gym, lifting and this girly gay guy was staring at him. Barely staring, his eyes flickering over Joey’s muscled every now and then, but that had been too much for Joey. He’d exploded, throwing a torrent of abuse at the poor guy. Claiming the guy was a pervert, that he was kinky freak who wanted to sniff Joey’s feet and be his sex slave. The gay guy didn’t react, he just waited for Joey to finish. When Joey finished the guy simply looked up at him from behind his long blond fringe. “Sounds like you’d enjoy being a foot loving sex slave” The words haunted Joey, the guy must be involved in the worlds sudden change. He’d have to find him. Joey tried to move, but his little hand were firmly planted on Dean’s thick thighs, his mouth clamped around the growing bulge between them. His body had over plans. Dean shrugged and started to pull his cock free of his briefs “Alright runt, another feeding before I have to hit the gym” Joey forget what the gay guy looked like, the heave thud of Dean’s cock hitting him across the face knocking the memory out of him.
  13. Jason and his buddies weren’t really the social butterflies that inhabited instagram, he mostly just used it to perv on hot girls. Him and his mates only really used any social media to keep in touch to organise their Dungeon and Dragons session. But one day Jason was on the bus heading home from the comic books store he was just playing around on his phone, ogling the slutty pics of this hot blonde he’d taken a shine too. He noticed a flashing icon. He’d never seen it before, just a simple button with a stylised J. He clicked it. The image of his spotty greasy face appeared, it had opened up the camera. Jason was a little freaked suddenly seeing his own reflection. In his haste to get his own ugly mug out of his sight he clicked the shutter button and the phone faked a shutter click and took a photo. The picture that appeared on Jason’s screen wasn’t Jason. It had the same shocked and hurried expression, some slight blurring around the edges from the fast movement of the head. But the face wasn’t Jason, it was some young good-looking guy, he looked a couple years older than Jason. Like he could pass for a college senior and not the college freshmen who still looked like a high schooler that Jason was. The guys hair wasn’t flat and greasy, it lush and styled. His jawline well defined and squared, a faint dusting on stubble decorating it. The eyes were bright blue, with a hint of arrogance behind them. Jason sat back in his seat, and then nearly threw himself out of it. His entire body was different. His nerdy shirt which had been baggy to hide his skinny shape was tight around meaty shoulders and pecs. His biceps straining the sleeves, a vein running over the semi flexed arms. Jason brought the camera back up, the moving live image of the guy from the photo’s face appeared. It was Jason. An instagram notification popped up, ‘please rate the new jock filter’. Jason looked at it and then back to his newly muscled body. His legs longer and thick, new large feet filling out huge sneakers. He gave the filter 5 stars. That was weeks ago. Since then Jason had introduced his buddies to the filter, after he calmed them down when a 6’3 jock turned up wearing Jason’s clothes and wanted to be their dungeon master. He used the filter on them all, oddly his instagram was the only one with the filter. Now his friends were all jocks, and all taking full advantage. Kyle had joined a frat, Luke had joined the football team and Jason was just talking every hot girl he could into bed. He’d even started using instagram to house pictures of his new body instead of using it for walk bank material. The new Jason was becoming very popular. The gym picks of the three friends getting a lot of responses and the live streams Jason hosted just talking about comic books while in his bulging underwear were very popular. The hot blond girl Jason had been jerking off over before he used the filter had even started messing him after she noticed he’d liked a load of her pictures. He’s ignored her, he felt he didn’t have to settle for a 7, he was aiming for 8s or above now.
  14. Chad had just transferred to his new high-school and he was already confused by the student body’s fascination with Berty Williams. Berty was tiny, a speck of a person. Around 5f6 and as skinny as anything. He was spotty and sickly looking. Berty’s eyes were this abnormal green, but he hid them behind sunglasses all the time. Chad though was confused by how people treated him, the nerds acted like he was god. Girls sighed and fawned after him, and the jocks were terrified. Chad acted like he normally did, like the cocky jock he was. He’d made jokes about Berty and his odd rule over the school, his fellow jocks reacted with surprising horror and distanced themselves from Chad. He thought nothing of it till he found out that word about his disrespect had got back to Berty. The corridor cleared and Chad found himself alone facing Berty. The little nerd gestured to a restroom door. Chad snorted and followed Berty into the restroom. Berty smiled and started undressing, Chad laughed bemused as Berty revealed his skinny chest. Berty’s miniscule cock and balls got the loudest laugh from the much better endowed Chad. “What are you doing” Chad asked still laughing Berty just continued to smile, his eyes though flashed green behind his sunglasses. “I’m showing you why I’m in charge” Berty grinned Chad sniggered “Really…well all I can see is a baby dick” Berty’s face flushed red “You may regret that” “Oh, is this a you won’t like me when I’m angry sort of thing” Chad teased Berty grinned and groaned as his body started to ripple. His bones cracked as they inched taller, his muscles bloating with thicker fibres. Berty’s skin tanned and cleared. His greasy hair retracted into his scalp, leaving a short crew cut. Chad backed up against the wall as the nerd grew into a towering hulk. Berty’s feet flexed as they spread over the floor tiles. His legs rippled as the muscles pulsed larger. Berty’s tiny cock bobbed as it grew, more inches piling onto the measly manhood. His balls were pulled lower as they swelled and his hand gave them a quick squeeze. Berty stepped towards Chad as his body refined itself, his fat percentage dropped, his pubes grew thicker and stubble spread over his jaw. “This is why I’m in charge” Berty smirked, his voice deep and commanding Chad just nodded, his entire body shaking. “Whenever I want I can grow into all this” He brought his arms up into a double bicep pose “I get to be small little Berty and get to see how people really are, then I grow into Bert and teach then how they should act, usually I fuck their girl or give them a little beating…” Chad was sweating, melting under Bert’s gaze. Bert slapped his meaty dick against his big hand. “But you don’t have a girlfriend and I don’t want to break that pretty face…so I hope you understand how things are in MY school” Bert smiled “Or I may have to use this thing on you” Chad nodded and sped out of the restroom, Bert laughed to himself as his muscles began to deflate.
  15. This is a new part of another series from my tumblr, only a few parts were ever posted but it was requested so much. Basically it focuses on stereotypes and switches them, but also greatly exaggerates them. This is a new introduction part just to give you all an idea of the sort of world it creates. The series focused on switching the stereotypes between Asians and Africans, I also did one where Celts and Scandinavians switched. Just a disclaimer, I don’t believe these stereotypes, please don’t send me angry messages about how they aren’t true, I know they aren’t. “Lapped you again” Leon shouted as he thundered pass Oliver The strapping dark skin athlete seemed able to fun for hours without breaking a sweat, his lean yet powerful legs throwing him along the running route with each long stride. Leon was the track star of the university. Multiple national medals from his time in high school and he was trying to get more. Oliver was the opposite, he’d never even gotten onto the track in high school, also just missing out. But things were different now, the coaches had seen how hard Oliver tried and how far he’s pushed himself, so they gave him a chance. He had to finish in the top 40 of the coming race and he’d be set, if he didn’t he’d be out. Oliver loves running, but most people just assumes he wasn’t athletic. It was partly racism as Oliver was short and skinny Asian guy, everyone assumed he was some math nerd.Oliver has some mild resentment towards Leon, the guy was naturally gifted. He even complained that he had to work to stay lean, his body just wanted to bulk up with powerfully thick black muscle. But Oliver could see how much Leon worked for everything, if only the guy wasn’t so arrogant. Leon on the other hand had a great deal of respect for Oliver, he could see how hard the guy was working and could see the passion he had for the sport. He just wasn’t that good at it, he was ok, but nothing like Leon. Oliver would never win any medals or break any records, Leon on the other hand was a year or two away from the World Championships and then the Olympics. Leon was widening the gap between the two runners again, Oliver vanishing away behind him. Leon looked over his shoulder just as Oliver disappeared from view as Leon descended a small hill, at the same time the entire world shifted. Reality twisted and the extreme imaginings of many became fact. Imaginings that jumped, centuries of caricature between two peoples switched between the two. Leon found himself falling down the hill, his skinny limbs waving wildly as he tumbled. Somehow he’d tripped on a rock, his tiny sneaker clad foot finding the only rock on the pristine grass running route. He thudded onto his back, his breath being knocked out of his skinny chest. He was very happy he’d worn contacts today, if it had been his thick rimmed glasses he’d have broken them. Leon wouldn’t stomach telling his parents he’d broken another set, at least these wouldn’t have been from behind knocked down by one of those massive Asian athletes who dominate nearly every sport on campus. And speaking of massive Asians, Oliver came over the hill. His enormous shoulders blocking the low lying sun for a second. His heaving pecs bouncing with each long limbed step. Oliver’s lush black hair covered by a grey beanie, his wide torso covered in a skin tight workout shirt and music blaring in his ears from a small phone clutched in his hand. The guy couldn’t wear any sort of holding for his phone when he went running, his immense biceps had snapped the last one he wore, nearly took his eye out. Leon gulped, he was embarrassing himself again. Oliver while built like a truck was an amazing running. His tree trunks legs could muster insane bursts of speed, and his stamina was legendary. But Leon suspected it wasn’t his stamina from running that had all the girls talking. The big lug came to a thundering stop, his gigantic sneaker class feet standing with a wide stance just in front of Leon. They are size 19, massive oversized dogs. Leon only knew because he’d seen these sneakers sitting on a bench in the locker room next to his own gym bag. The curiosity was immense, he’d nearly been caught opening the tongue to check the size when Oliver came out of the showers this muscles glistening. “Damn dude you ok” Oliver boomed down to Leon “Yea I’m ok” Leon complained, rising up on his elbows Oliver’s crouched down, he was smiling and actually looked concerned. A guy like Oliver didn’t need to be arrogant, he had everything already. As Oliver crouched his grey sweats bunched up around his meaty thighs, the outline of his long soft cock came into view. It hung in a hammock of cotton, the jaw breaking cock head was visible. Leon gulped again, the thing was terrifying. So big it added a second to Oliver’s sprints even with an industrial strength jockstrap holding the beast back. He’d heard Oliver complaining to some of his Asian jock buddy’s that his jockstrap has snapped on his morning jog. The straps around his meaty shelf like ass had given way, and a circus tent of a jockstrap was laying on the ground somewhere on campus. Leon knew that stretch of fabric could net Oliver a few hundred bucks if he sold it online to the right pervert. “Can you stand” Oliver asked Leon wasn’t listening, he was following the length of Oliver’s soft cock up to the rounded bulges of his orange sized nuts. Leon knew Asian guys were hung, but Oliver was something else. “You hit your head or something” Oliver asked laughing a little His massive strong mitt rubbed Leon’s closely cut tight curly hair. Leon pushes himself to his feet, the still crouching Oliver was only just shorter then Leon at his full height. The skinny black runner felt smaller and smaller as Oliver rose above him. Leon eyes level with the two wide slabs of muscle that hung from Oliver’s chest, he could see them flexing with each breath. Leon was standing with all his weight on one foot, his ankle hurt. He couldn’t apply any pressure to it. “Shit, you aren’t gonna be able to get back to campus on that” Oliver said with concern “Yea” Leon muttered with pain as he tried to stand on both feet again Oliver sighed and without a word wrapped a massive arm around Leon’s waist and tossed him over a hulking shoulder. “Hold on little dude” Oliver laughed as he started to walk back to campus with some speed Leon was too shocked to react, his eyes glued to the two rolling boulders that stretched out the back of Oliver’s sweats. Asians guys always had big round asses, Leon wished his could get even a bit of the juiciness that Oliver’s has. Leon knew his little cock was rock hard and digging into Oliver’s shoulder, the bouncing of Oliver’s steps kept making Leon grind his cock. Oliver just responded by gripping Leon’s flat ass tighter. Leon could have sworn he heard the big guy muttering how Leon should be careful. Leon was trying, but all this muscle and close contact was setting his horny little dick off. With each step Oliver took sound of his soft cock slapping his muscled thighs was getting louder and louder. Leon could even see it swinging back between Oliver’s legs, the fat cock head leaking against the light grey sweats. The beast was getting hard. Leon gulped again, Oliver had turned a corner into a sheltered wooded area. The big Asian walked off the path and into the trees. He slid Leon off his shoulder and gently dropped Leon onto his knees on the soft grass between some trees. “You want this” Oliver asked sounding anxious Leon just nodded, his mouth already watering. Oliver just dropped his sweats, his bare ass and legs open to the air. His huge rock hard cock shot upwards, sending a rope of thick pre-cum flying over Leon and splattering against a tree. “No homo” Oliver muttered as he forced the willing black runner’s mouth onto his donkey dick
  16. goggletan

    Champion

    I’m a Champion in many competitions. But can you spot me among my friends? Its ok if you can’t. Because I don’t look like what many people would expect. In fact I look exactly like all my nerd friends. To be honest I have less in common with them then to most other people. But being a short skinny nerd you don’t have much of a choice but to stick with your own kind lest you get bullied by the bigger jocks or ridiculed by the cool kids They tend to be afraid of trying new things and experiencing a new way of doing what they have always been good at. It isn't a bad thing. They are all in fact still really smart and we often win spelling bees and math competitions together. But unlike them I don’t just want to win. I NEED to win While they’re stuck going for the same competitions every year I have branched out to other talents. In the past year I have won a few state champion gaming competitions You might have even heard of me. I defeated a team of 3 players soley by myself. Not everyday you hear of something like that huh? And yet I continue to also excel in my traditionally winning game. Chess. For many these competitions make them stressed out and even afraid. But it puts a smile on my face. I loved the intense stress. I enjoyed reading my opponents face before making a decision And i rejoiced at every sweet victory that those decisions would eventually lead me to. I was a champion in my own right but i never looked like one. Because I was merely a champion of the mind and not the body. I was a short guy. Barely 5′4 and skinny with large baggy clothes that hanged over my sloppy shoulders. I didn't look good with bad acne on my face. But it didn’t bother me. I had accepted that I wasn't a handsome guy a long time ago. And I would be a physically weak skinny individual for the rest of my life. Which was exactly why I was so surprised when I got this card from a popular baseball player from the team that represented my city. I was incredibly shocked to see him at my front door on a sunny afternoon while practicing a new strategy for my next gaming competition. In all his glory the tall broad shouldered man who was similar to me in age looked down upon me and introduced himself as “Trey Parker” Not only was he tall and built like a bull. He was also facially attractive and his good looks didn’t stop there. He was charming and he spoke with a deep rough voice that made me intimidated yet curious to know more about what he wanted from me. And yet i needed no introduction to him. He was a well known athlete in the same school as me. A champion in baseball he was definitely a jock whom never needed a reason to ever talk to me. We belonged in 2 different worlds. He was tall dark and handsome. And I was short, pale and ugly. So after introducing himself Trey asked me a question that would forever change my life. “How would you like a place in the City’s main Baseball Team and become a professional baseball Jock?” He smiled at my shocked face. I was definitely no sportsman. I couldn't even lift a light weight at the gym or run for more than 3 minutes on the treadmill without huffing like i was dying. Less so becoming a professional baseball jock. I questioned him on the possibility of this being a joke and why would I be chosen to become a jock like him? But Trey simply replied to my questions in a calm and professional manner. “I represent the team’s managers to scout for talents in the city when we are off-training season. And we have been monitoring your amazing victories in various competitions such as Video gaming and Chess. You may not have the body or looks to be a player but your mind is something we need.” But how could I be a professional in this game when I had zero experience all my life in even throwing a ball?? He lifted a brow and sneaked a condescending smirk to me. “Training season starts tomorrow. See you on the field tomorrow morning...” He gave me a wink before tuning away and walking back to his car ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The next day rolled around quickly. By the time i reached the field the team had already started with light warm ups. I was excited but at the same time i felt like I was walking into a new game completely blind. I had previous experiences with chess and played video games as a boy growing up. But baseball was completely new to me. In fact this was the very first time i probably sat foot on a sports field in my life. Plus it didn't help that my small size made me feel intimidated by everyone else on the team who were larger and taller than me. I felt like a small boy in a crowd of grown man especially standing next to Trey. He looked really intimidating while holding the bat. Like he was about to beat me up and I’m sure he could. He looked so cool in the pair of flashy sunglasses and uniform. It made me fell so out of place as i looked at my own clothes. Trey brought me around to meet the team and their main manager who welcomed me warmly. Though I felt an air of arrogance and apathy from the rest of the members who towered over me. The team manager was very interested to know more about me. It felt like he was sizing me up. Making sure my strengths and weaknesses were completely open to him. Above all he seemed to be extremely interested in the strategies i employed in chess and gaming to become the champion I was. At the end of the conversation he had me become permanently attached to Trey as his understudy to begin my future in baseball. My training started with simple baseball techniques. But more often than not I was having trouble picking up the skills i needed. I was clumsy to begin with and my weak arms caused me to lose control of my bat many times. There were times i felt frustrated and angry at how Trey would quietly snickle at my misfortune of missing a hit or falling flat on my face. And when he wasn’t secretly laughing at me he would hide behind his sunglasses and look at me sternly with the same air of arrogance that all Jocks would look at someone like me. I felt like there was a separation between both of us. Jock and Nerd. But as the day passed he seemed to become more and more eager to teach me new tricks. It was slow but we begin to bond over his love of the sport and my growing interest towards it. He took of his sunglasses and begin to show me more emotion. We cracked jokes at each other and i was genuinely beginning to like him. I could sense the same from him as well. For the first time he begin to genuinely smile and laugh at me like a friend than a superior. On top of that I was getting better at the game. Perhaps it took me a slower time to learn the techniques at the start but as the day dragged on I got better and better. Even my other team mates were beginning to notice and complement my swinging skills. My manager in fact told me i was the first rookie to get such a perfect swing. So much so that i was encouraged to take off my thick plastic glasses and get contacts to better focus on the game. I did it immediately the next day before training. In the coming weeks my relationship with Trey just got better and better. And the borders that separated our relationship was almost gone. While showing me a new swing technique he even went off topic and started talking about his dreams to reach the national team one day. This never usually happened as he would be too focused on teaching me. I was however getting too focused to the point that I never even noticed that the huge amount of time i spent outdoors has begin to clear my face of acne. The fresh air has somehow made a positive impact on my life. And I was asked to apply a black eye marking on my face like Trey to help me reduce the sun’s glare as i continued training. And maybe its just me too, but i noticed my shoulders were getting slightly broader and less sloppy. I was so focused on becoming a better player that i had not realized an entire 2 months had just passed me by. At this point i was getting noticed by my other team members who would constantly complement my fast learning. My manager as well would look at me almost always with a gleam and shine in his eyes. It was at this point just before one of my early morning trainings that Trey asked to meet me in the locker room early. I was curious to know what he wanted to tell me as it was a full hour before our usual practice timings. So i assumed it would be important. When i reached the locker room I had never seen him looked so stressed out. He looked so conflicted as he paced across the room in light steps. Hiding his face under his hat he finally looked up at me trying not to speak for a few moments before he blurted it all out. “Its all a trap bro....I’m sorry” I was still confused as I tried to make sense of whatever that was happening. “The whole point of having you train with us is so that I can swap my mind with yours. My team manager just wants you to learn how to bat like a professional like us and then swap our brains so that I’ll get your smarts and high intellect while still maintaining all my baseball batting abilities.... You were observed and chosen precisely because you were good at what you did. Which was winning games. We realized you could form strategies and could perform under all stress conditions...All you were lacking is the ability to play baseball..... I’m sorry bro....we were just fattening you up till you were ripe for swaping...” I froze. To hear these words were terrifying enough. To hear them from someone I respected and looked up too was downright devastating. I didn’t know if i should cry or get angry. I begin questioning him and his motives and if he had been lying to me from the start. “The point is bro, you were never gonna be one of us. For starters your body is just not cut out for any sports. You're just way too short and tiny and theres no way we can change your height or size. My heart sank for a moment. For I really wanted to play in the big leagues and become a professional player myself. I had grown attached to the sport and I wanted badly to be a champion in baseball too. All this while I was just being fattened up and now i was ripe for the harvest. But i’m not gonna betray you” I looked up at his face with a curious look. But still taking a small step back to make sure he wasn’t planning on anything. “I have decided not to swap anything with you. If theres something the past 2 months have taught me its that Ive really come to respect you as my equal and I won’t force you to swap anything with me. To successfully swap, the person initiating it must WANT to swap. And i will refuse swapping.” He smiled at me and i could tell he was being sincere. "You may not have the body of an athlete but you have a strong mind. And I'm sure you can become an even bigger champion in chess and video gaming!" He continued to motivate me. But just as we wanted to continue our conversation a loud BANG came from the entrance of the locker room. The entire team broke into the room and assembled before us. The approached us bearing their muscles nd wearing dark sunglasses as if to intimidate us. My heart begin to sink. Our team manager than calmy walked into the room and sat down on a chair and smiled gleefully at me and Trey for a moment silently as if slowly observing us carefully. I couldn’t really tell through his dark shades. He was always a smug cocky guy. He was wealthy and usually full of himself. But this time his confidence seems to be excessive. He then points on our direction and yells “GRAB HIM” The entire team of hunky baseballers descended upon us as i tried to make a run for it. I had short legs but i still managed to reach the entrance of the locker room. i was panting and sweating so hard as i heard the commotion behind me. I turned around to see that Trey was the one who was being manhandled by the team. I stood my ground yet again confused. Realizing that i wasn’t even being chased I turned back to help free Trey but was pulled away. I watched as the team stripped Trey of all his clothing and wrestled him to the ground while he struggled violently. Every part of his body was securely tied up with hard rope He was them blindfolded and gaged before being tied to a post still struggling and attempting to make various noises through his mouth gag. I couldn’t understand why this was happening and I yelled in retaliation “If I’m the one you want why dont you tie me up? Leave Trey alone you FUCKERS!” My manager laughed out loud before removing his sunglasses and looking straight at me. He walked towards me calmy and looked me directly in the eye. “I see he told you our little plan ahead of us. And yes its true we wanted your brains to swap with his…. But plans change boy… You’re a good player and you learn fast. You have incredible drive and the desire to win. You have talent in developing new skills. These are traits you can’t just swap. In 2 months you have developed the skills for what would usually take someone else 2 years to learn” He moved his fingers across my chest and gave my small insignificant biceps a gentle squeeze “Imagine what you could do if you had the correct body to go with it” Upon hearing this, Trey begin protesting through his mouth gag, although unable to speak he makes loud incomprehensible pig squealing like noises. His struggles begin to become more violent as he tried to break his chains. He started pulling his arms and pushing his legs in the hopes of breaking free. I knew he was trying hard to make his protest heard. And it would most probably come as a cruel shock to him realizing that now the swap was to be done in reverse. I couldn’t understand what he was saying but the noises he made was filled with fear and dread. Looking at his helpless blindfolded and gagged up face, I wished I could help him. But I wasn’t even thinking about Trey now. I eyed on his strong masculine body. I gazed upon his large biceps and broad shoulders. I imagined his chest on my own body and his thick thighs as my own legs. And even tho I knew he couldn't see me. I licked my lips. This was an opportunity of a lifetime for me. I didn’t just want to be a champion. I NEEDED to be a Champion Fuck Him I’ve got big league dreams I looked at the struggling bound jock before me and I did what i had to do. Among his desperate cries and incomprehensible pleas I could feel my own shoulders broadened dramatically and my arms gained the muscle mass it needed. My manager and team mates then proceeded to assist me in wearing Trey’s stripped off uniform. I wore his gloves as my tiny hands grew into them, my new pants and belt filled itself on its own to a perfect fit and my top was worn like it has always been my size. My height was still growing and as i made up my hair using the hair wax taken from Trey’s own locker I could see myself getting taller with every minute through the mirror itself. I then grabbed his fallen hat and sunglasses on the ground and placed it on my own head and face. They fitted perfectly I looked down on the ground to see that Trey had been released from his bondage. Now that the swap is complete there was no harm in releasing him. He looks completely different from the Trey I used to knew. This Trey was skinny and looked malnourished and weak. His skin was pale and his body overall looked small. He should be no more than 5′4 in height when he gets on his feet. He looked pathetic. He looked up at me in utter shock and we shared a stare for a few seconds. I could see him scanning his old former uniform which was now adorned on my own body. And I could almost see the cruel betrayal in his eyes. I wasn't too sure if I felt shame for myself as a disloyal friend or a smirk as it felt great to be a muscled jock. It was def conflicting but I guess it was alittle of both. But even if i did try to care, I just could not. My thoughts were on how much greater i could be as a baseball player now with this new body. Afterall if i did have any shame I could now hide it all behind my dark flashy sunglasses. You can call me anything you want. Jerk Asshole Fucking Cunt Betraying Douchebag Mother Fucking Shit Thief But you can’t deny that whatever I do. I Needed to win And I would do anything to be a champion. And now i am THE Champion Fuck Off Losers End ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Would You respect him? Or is he truly an Asshole? Would love to hear from you guys!
  17. Found this file last week and I can’t stop listening. Enjoy bro
  18. So, I was talking with my friend the other day. She is a very direct girl, who doesn’t hold any secrets - perfectly blunt, in every way - and she is like that when she approaches men. She can afford to be because she is 26 years old, average height for a girl, intelligent, funny and hot - the full package. I will not name her here. One day, at a gym that she frequents with her boyfriend, with whom she is in an open relationship, she decides to approach this incredibly handsome guy, who also is a devoted gym-goer. He too seemed oh-so-very much like a good deal. Young, witty, but also very tall (198 cm, or 6'6 in retard units) and, clearly, quite strong. Through her telling, my friend recalled the ease with which he did pull-ups. This is his Instagram pic, I was told. At some point my friend started up conversations with the guy, whose name is Philip, she tells me, and through the weeks of getting together at the gym and through Facebook comments, she saw that she has a lot in common with Philip, especially when it comes to their preferences for genres in movies and books. She also noticed that he is into her. One day, they decide to get together after the gym. With my friend there is no beating around the bush. They went straight to his place - no dates, no romantic walks. She had already learned his humor, likes and dislikes. She wanted to know his primal side now. What is he like when passion takes hold of him? She got more than she bargained for. “Can you imagine what he must’ve looked like after the gym that evening? All that testosterone brimming inside him…” my friend recalled. She remembered him being larger than ever before due to the pump he was having. Veins were jumping out of him. Probably looked like this other pic from his Insta account. When they got into his bedroom, my friend couldn’t help but marvel at how the entire place was well organised and tidy. The bedroom was spacious, so he had set up a pull-up bar and a heavy-looking punching bag. There were also quite a number of large mirrors, which made the room appear bigger than it actually is. Another set of mirrors was near the bed - one on the wall on the side of it, and the other stuck to the sealing above the bed. By the time they got to the bed, their clothes were shed. This is, by the way, where she finally got a good look at his beautifully shaped ass. At first, he was being very gentle with her as they were starting foreplay and kissing. However, at some point, my friend said that she started to goad him, so that he would become more rough with her. I think she likes it that way. After a slap here, a wicked laugh there, he grew increasingly - and visibly - annoyed… He wasn’t amused at all. He grabbed her by her arms and forcefully picked her up with great ease, as if to correct her behaviour. Then, he laid her back onto the bed with some frustration. She described his face as barely containing anger and remembers his loud breathing. He got up, nude, with every muscle and every vein visible on his large tight body, and he walked furiously across the room in circles. The muscle mass on him, combined with his imposing height, makes him weigh at around 115 kilos - nearly twice her weight. His steps were booming. He then took a sturdy metal chair from a corner of the room and placed it in front of the bed. Still annoyed, he said to her “come here.” She could tell from his tone that he was in no mood for hesitation, so she got up from the bed and walked up to the chair. He impatiently turned her away from himself and picked her up off the floor onto the seat, so that her behind would face him. It looked to her that this was his version of foreplay, so she was still looking forward to what may come out of this all. He entered her vagina with his decent-sized dick and thrusted strong enough that her knees were no longer touching the chair, which was there to support them in the first place. It felt good, albeit a little violent. While she was moaning, she looked up into the mirror by the bed and saw that Philip was focused solely onto himself in the reflection. She said that she thought at the time “Fuck, I’d be looking at myself if I were as gorgeous as him”. He was staring into his own eyes and into the glistening muscles of his own large and powerful body while practically holding her 60 kilos constantly in the air. He was going like that for several minutes. When he finally turned his focus to the girl he was thrusting, she felt that he was getting a bit flaccid. Not too much, for he was still a clear presence inside of her. Philip leaned over her back and stretched his arm down, next to her head. He was again gazing at their reflection in the mirror, but now he had a renewed hardness to his dick. My friend said that she was enjoying the feel of his strength imposed on her, and said that it was even more than she had hoped for. He certainly knew how to move down there, not just simple thrusts. She was genuinely enjoying it, but she was still able to see that Philip was actually focusing now on the monstrous size of his own arm when put next to her significantly smaller body. He flexed it so that the peak of his bicep would be right next to her head. She remembered how she rubbed her head against his bicep and feeling that rock-like hardness. Then, she told me, something unexpected happened. He got out of her, then proceeded to put her back on the bed. He placed the chair on the bed too, so that it was above her head. Now he was above her, and she was facing him, and their sex organs reunited. He was straddling her like a mighty lion, and he appeared inhumanly large above her. All she could see were his stone-hard abs and huge pecs as they were thrusting up and down, along with her entire body. Here comes the weird part. He looks down into her eyes. She was feeling a mixture of ecstasy and fear in that moment. He was insanely hot, even in this moment of bestial mindlessness, yet everything that was going on escaped even her wildest fantasies, and I can tell you, my friend has some wild imagination. It was in that moment when he grabbed ahold of the chair and, while looking into my friend’s eyes, proceeded to crush it! It was here that fear completely took over in my friend’s mind. Crushing that chair is no small feat. According to my friend, it had a steel frame with elements of hard wood and was quite heavy and solid. Philip squeezed it with his powerful hands while relentlessly looking into my friend’s eyes. Soon, the chair’s frame gave way to his pressure and started to grind and crack loudly. By this point my friend was petrified with terror at what she was seeing. Philip was practically turning from a prince into a savage monster before her very eyes. He groaned with his deep and booming voice as he was distorting and destroying the chair. He was looking with his cold unyielding eyes deep into her while he was doing it. He pinned the frame of the chair next to the girl’s petrified naked body and ripped the bars towards himself. She could do nothing but watch silently this monstrous display of power because she was helpless. The strength that was needed to pull and rip the steel outward was bordering inhuman. Looking at those dark, cruel eyes of his, she was actually afraid… that he was going to switch the chair with her at some point. Philip got off of her and violently launched the remains of what used to be a chair onto the wall, shattering it into bits that scattered on the floor. His wrath wasn’t subsiding, though. He then furiously launched hits at his punching bag. The whole building was shaking at the shockwaves that his punching produced. His precise movement and enormous strength with which he was hitting made it evident that had the bag been human, there would be no more life left in it. During this unbelievably intense moment, my friend’s wits came back to her, and she thought of a way to prevent things from escalating. She got off the bed to her feet and silently said his name in a calm manner. “Philip?”, in response to which he stopped his punching and looked at her. His chest was heaving from deep breaths, and his pumped up muscles were covered with sweat. She approached him carefully, barely containing her shivering, knowing full well that he might lunge at her. This time, however, she had gotten to know him a bit. She took his large hand and brought him to one of the mirrors. The blood was coming back to his cock at the sight of his own reflection. In that moment, he was a personification of power - a god of strength and beauty. Every muscle fiber was bursting on him. He was enormous, bigger than life. He wanted to turn around towards her, but she stopped him from doing that, lest he get some new ideas. She stood behind him so that his frame would completely eclipse her from the mirror. Only her hands were visible because she was caressing his muscles gently. He realised that it felt good that his god-like body is finally receiving some worshiping. His dick was insanely hard now. He looked at himself as the petit female hands were passing over the massive landscape of his sculpted V-shaped torso. He flexed his arms and allowed my friend to feel the enormity of power emanating from his hard lats, triceps, and biceps. He knew that nothing could stop him in this moment if he went on a rampage, but getting some love and appreciation for the body he had painstakingly built over the years felt much more rewarding. He could no longer contain himself. His breathing and his twitching stiff cock became a signal of the fact that he could no longer fight his sexual urges. My friend realised that, so she jerked him off. When he laid down on the bed, she gladly sucked him because she was relieved. He came in a torrent of sperm. My friend told me about this with clear fear and disbelief at the events she was describing, but I, for whatever reason, felt like it was the sexiest thing I had ever heard. She says that they are still friends, and I still see his comments on her posts, but she said that that day’s experience is something she is not eager to repeat… I barely contained my breathing as she was describing all of this to me. What did you feel? This is based on true events that happened more than half a year ago. Here is another picture of “Philip”. I hear that he finally understood what a beauty he is, so now he took to modelling.
  19. Hey I’m James, or Jimmy if you know me a long time. People have always underestimated me. Jocks look at me and see a bookish nerd. Nerds look at me and see an oafish jock. But I don’t mind. Being underestimated gives me a huge advantage. I’m intelligent. VERY intelligent. The nerds won’t let me join their study groups, but I manage to outsmart them anyway and I’ve maintained a perfect 4.0 GPA. The jocks see my glasses and look right through me. Until last week, that is. Some of the rugby players were tossing around a frisbee on the quad, and one of them slammed right into me. Okay, I’ll admit, I deliberately stepped in his path because it was time to establish my dominance. It was pretty funny to see the dazed look on his face. He easily weighed 190lbs, and he could flatten most people, but I didn’t budge even an inch. I made sure to pull off my hoody when I went to help him up. He looked at me in my tank top and knew that I outmuscled him by at least 40lbs. I clasped his hand and easily hoisted him up, pulling him in close. He swallowed hard and I could tell he had a newfound respect for me. Yeah, he’s my bitch now. I’d make him do my homework by I’m smarter than him by an order of magnitude, and he knows his place. Mostly, he does my domestic chores, and I’ve told him that by slurping down my alpha loads, he may actually muscle up too. And guess what, I’m smart enough to know how to make that happen.
  20. Hi All Don't know why but I thought I'd repost my old story that I wrote for the old forums back when I wasn't himrbicep. I feel like I haven't contributed to this forum since its rebirth. Its a kinky story, and quite dark in places, but I have a feeling some people on here will enjoy it in its fullness haha. I apologise, where I wrote it in parts some is first person and some is third person, hopefully it's not too jarring. Enjoy! And feedback or opinions please let me know I've always been a fan of longer stories myself, so it's a big one! x I guess I ought to start this story with a look at the past, because that’s where it truly began. At the age of 7 my mum and I had just moved into a completely new neighbourhood. Looking back now it was perfectly delightful, but being a young strong minded individual I was still sulking about leaving the estate I’d grown up on. It was a beautiful day, and the house was truly a beauty. White picket fences, a little balcony on the front, nicely trimmed hedges and all that jazz. Truth is my dad had died, I hardly ever saw him while he was living and so I guess the fact he’d gone and left a fair bit of money behind was only a good thing as far as I was concerned. I jumped out of the truck, now I was actually here I was a little less stroppy, but I still couldn’t help be extremely nervous. My name is Charlie by the way, at the age of 7 I was a pretty cute little kid I guess. Light brown hair that stuck up wherever it wanted to, and little blue eyes that were forever sparkling, I used to play outside a lot, and so while at such a young age I was by no means athletic looking, I was definitely fit. I went bounding up the front path and into the house, the massive staircase twisted up and around onto a long slightly darker landing, I remembered where my room was and went running to see… nothing. It was still empty, the only thing in it was my bed, but that was boring, I didn’t want to sleep. I trotted gently to the window to check on my mum, and could see her looking through a couple of boxes in the back of the car whilst waiting for the lorry with the rest of our stuff. It was then I saw someone else out of the corner of my eye. Another kid, who looked to be about my age was playing in his front garden next door. I went running downstairs and out the front door and stuck my head up over the fence, but suddenly found myself with nothing to say. I stared at him, and he stared blankly back at me. “Hello?” he said after a horrendously long silence. I sort of smiled and made a ‘heh’ noise. For some reason I had gone shy. He looked at me like the strangest thing he’d ever seen and I suppose I can understand why. After another couple of seconds he dropped his football and moved closer towards the fence. “I’m Chris” he said plainly, and this time smiled, and I don’t know why but that smile made me so happy I found myself able to talk. “I’m Charlie” I replied simply “I think we’re neighbours now” I added, and the two of us smiled together. Over the next month Chris and I became the best of friends, we were never apart, when we were at school we sat together, and talked behind our books when we were supposed to be reading, and when we were home he was at my house or I at his, and we would make cushion forts, kick a football or something along those lines. My favourite game however, I decided was wrestling, and while we were never technically any good, and we just had fun doing it, there was something really enjoyable about the closeness. Chris had the brightest blond hair you’d seen and sparkly blue eyes and pouty lips and was ever so slightly bigger than me, this almost indefinitely meant I never won, but for some reason that I could not at that age fathom – I didn’t care. I was almost pleased about it, as though letting Chris win was the right thing to do, and me being on the floor underneath him was where I should always end up. There was not a thing about our playing that was sexual at that age, it was just boys being boys, but we were incredibly close, and promised to be best friends forever. Our promise was kept, and we got through four years of junior school, never leaving each other’s side, we still would play outside after school, or sometimes on video games now, and we loved each others company. I had grown a fair bit, and I loved being one of the taller people in class, in fact the only person that made me feel small was Chris, because he had grown even more. The teacher would often mention his size, he wasn’t a freak by any means, but if we all stood together his head poked out above ours, and he was slightly thicker too, most of the kids my age looked like stick insect human beings, apart from Jim the ‘fatty fat fat’ of the class. Why Chris grew faster I didn’t know, I didn’t even consider it, we lived pretty much the same lifestyle, but I guess he just had different genetics to me. I wondered sometimes when we wrestled, and I ended up on the floor underneath his ever heavier weight, just how big he was going to get. By the time we left school he was really starting to grow fast, and I could notice little muscles bulging on his body, you wouldn’t know I had muscles looking at me! But I didn’t care that Chris was bigger, we were best friends, and he could always win wresting matches whenever he wanted, he didn’t have to try very hard at all either, and I still got that strange bubbly feeling inside when he won and was on top of me. The summer holiday that year was a horrible one. My nerves about finally joining the big school were taking over my life. I had gotten used to being the oldest and one of the biggest and now I was going to be the smallest. Chris didn’t care so much, he never really worried about anything much. It was nice to know I would have him beside me. Or so I thought. I remember that day more than any other in my entire life. The day Chris told me he was moving away. I cried inconsolably, I didn’t understand why he had to leave, how he could let his mother drag us apart. It wasn’t fair, and I knew I would never have another friend like Chris. I remember the day I waved goodbye to him and his mother sat in the front of the delivery truck. Tears were streaming down my face and I couldn’t stop them, Chris just looked rather glum, ever the tough one in the friendship…. __________________________________________ But that was over five years ago now, and I look back on it with a sort of appreciation that I had a friend as good as Chris. I had gone to secondary school, and it hadn’t killed me, and I had done pretty well through it, I made some close friends- Clare and Liam the closest, and life was going fine. Today in fact is my first day of sixth form, when I can begin to study towards my A-level examinations. I turned up to school feeling rather pleased with myself, sixth formers had to look smart, and I had a great suit on that I thought I looked quite nice in. I was about six foot now, still slim built, with a hint of athleticism I suppose, so I guess I turned out ok, and was hoping to attract some attention now I didn’t have to wear the old grey school shorts and socks! I went down one of the halls to my new registration group and sat down, everyone was buzzing excitedly and catching up on their summer holidays past. The register was taken and I started to head down the halls for my first biology lesson, I was aware at that point of someone coming down the corridor, and it wasn’t until I did a double take that I noticed the size of him! He was about six foot four I would say, and extremely broad, he wore a suit also and filled it out almost to bursting, he must be a new student, I would have remembered a tank like him. I remember briefly thinking that I wish I could be a little bigger in shape as I went to pass him but the next thing I knew I was shoulder barged so incredibly hard I slammed into the locker and fell to the floor. The corridor thank god was pretty empty so I don’t think anyone saw. I stood up rubbing my head and drew my gaze up the enormous form in front of me; the handsome face was sneering at me with some sort of proud amusement. It was then I recognized the face in front of me, my mouth dropped open and my heart beat faster in my chest. “You always were the small one Char” he said in an incredibly deep voice, and without further ado strut off down the corridor chuckling. I stood frozen for a minute, gob smacked by what had just happened. That was Chris, there was no denying it.. but how much bigger had he gotten, and why had he just shoulder barged his old best friend with the force of a train? Biology passed by without much special occurring, that said if something special had happened I wouldn’t have noticed it, to say my head was somewhere else would be an understatement. Chris was huge; I could hardly believe the change in him. If I looked in the mirror now I could still see the young boy I had grown up from in my features, but Chris was so far from how I remembered him it was hard to believe he was the same person. I kept wondering why he had barged me so hard, I was 99% sure it wasn’t an accident. Maybe he was just being old jokey Chris, heck, if I were as big as him I would probably want to show it off a little, especially to get a reaction from someone who hadn’t witnessed the change in progress. Something deep inside of me however felt like something had changed, that our relationship wouldn’t be able to simply carry on as magically as it used to, if you’ve seen the film Fox and the Hound.. I kinda felt like the fox right now. Still, we had always played rough when we were little, maybe he just didn’t realize his strength these days and was just playing around like we used to in the front yard. I hoped so, and I definitely wanted to speak with him soon. My next class was English, and I looked around the almost full classroom for my now gargantuan friend, but he wasn’t there. I noticed Liam towards the back and went to sit with him instead and told him about what had happened, he told me to be careful and stay away but I laughed it off and thought nothing of it. Lesson after dull lesson occurred and I still didn’t see a sign of Chris, which is tricky with him being the size he was. I arrived at gym class slightly earlier than the rest of the class and had changed into my loose polo top and shorts and was sat on a bench in the gym awaiting the rest of the class. The students were filing in one by one and I was suddenly aware that I didn’t really want to see Chris in this class, he was too big, and as if by some cruel fate no longer had the thought finished passing through my mind when the coach walked in… followed closely by Chris. If he had looked big this morning in his suit he looked positively insane in his PE top. The fabric was stretched so tightly across his body that you could tell exactly what his body would look like if he had been naked. His arms were what first caught my attention, great basketball sized biceps hung from the short sleeves, criss-crossed with veins the thickness of my little finger almost. His forearms were thick and strong, and so veined they looked almost like a road map of some point. I glanced back up to look at his huge shoulders and thick bulging neck and my eyes bulged slightly as I took in the largest chest I’d ever seen, his shirt was stretched ridiculously tight over it, and you could tell there was a deep crevasse in between the two pecs, his nipples had so much muscle packed behind them that they were pointing down almost to the floor and made two large bumps in the material. The t shirt wasn’t tight across his abs like it was the rest of his body purely because the jutting of his pecs pulled the material forwards almost like an awning. His thighs erupted out of his obscenely small shorts like tree trunks of pure power and mighty bulging carves bulged out of his lower leg, his shorts I noticed with an afterthought looked pretty tight too. I swallowed hard as he walked down the gym to sit on one of the further benches; he didn’t so much as glimpse at me. I watched him go past, his expansive back almost resembling the sails on a passing ship as he went, tight muscular round buttocks rolling against each other as he walked under the tight pale blue cotton. I wrenched my gaze back to the coach, mouth slightly open, and was distantly aware of the creaking of the bench at the end of the gym. “Welcome to your first term of Physical Education in the sixth form” he started, the coach was a big man by any standards but after watching Chris enter the room none us were in the slightest bit impressed. “We’re starting this half term with wresting” he announced, and a small part of my soul died at that exact moment. “As it’s the first week we’ll just have some practise bouts and I’ll come around and check how much you remember from last year. I’ll let you choose your own partners, and we’ll have four matches going on at any one time in each corner of the gym. GO” he finished, blowing his whistle, and I stood immediately looking for Liam with an almost terrifying urgency but before I had even made a move a large strong hand had a grip on my shoulders. I turned feeling ready to faint, as I was met with the same smug cocky grin I had seen in the corridor earlier “For old times sake?” he asked, feigning an innocent expression, before steering me onto a mat. After a few moments more everyone else had found their partners, and the first four partners were ready to begin. I stood facing my opponent, trying my absolute hardest not to vomit. Another whistle blew and before I knew what was happening something that I could only compare to a rhino launched itself in my direction, I was thrown to the matt with such force that my head bounced with a sickening thud and then I was shoved onto my front and my arm was pulled behind me so forcefully I was slightly surprised it didn’t dislocate. I felt his ton weight resting on the small of my back, it didn’t hurt but the sheer weight of him was almost making taking breath difficult. “Bring back memories does it?” I heard a snicker in my ear. Several of the other students had laughed at the quickness of the fight, and a couple more had gathered round to watch the next, I wasn’t looking forward to it. Chris climbed off of me and I slowly got up trying to catch my breath and trying not to look too defeated or embarrassed. We got back into the starting positions, and I could see he was looking pumped, his muscles slightly red, almost as if anticipating more. Another whistle blew and this time I managed to take a step forward, I’m not sure what I had planned, but it didn’t matter anyway. Two large hands grabbed onto my waist so tight I thought I might burst, the next thing I knew my body was rising up in the air as if I weighed nothing at all and I was being turned upside down. I felt his head in between my thighs, and was powerless to do anything as he jumped forwards ready to slam me into the ground. I hit the floor hard, and the weight of the man landing on top of me forced every particle of air in my body to come whooshing out loudly. The class burst out laughing and just to add to my embarrassment Chris’ crotch was directly over my face. Winded as I was I was powerless to do anything and wriggled my head in vein slightly only to feel the biggest cock imaginable flop down my cheek. Through the thin material of Chris’ shorts I could feel the heat of it, and it felt to be about 7 inches long, completely soft!! I wriggled frantically now, completely freaked out by what used to be my best friend in the whole world and the class was roaring with laughter now as I tried useless to push up against Chris’ monstrous thighs, it was like trying to life a steel car off of my body. Chris purposefully got up as slowly as possible, and managed to rub his enormous crotch right across my face once more. He finally got up and I went running off into the changing rooms embarrassed out of my mind. As the locker room door closed behind me the laughter was drowned out, and I sat in the cold silence for a second, feeling my face glowing with blush. I look down totally dismayed, I had a raging erection. What had happened to Chris, why was he being so nasty to me? What was happening to me, getting turned on by a beating from another man? I didn’t have time to think as I head the door swing open once again, I did my best to hide under some nearby clothes. I sat trembling under the coats and was all too aware of the heavy footfalls coming in my directions. I thought for one fleeting moment they were going to continue and go straight past but silence fell over the room as the person stopped walking. I knew who it was without having to look; the person on the other side of those coats was almost radiating hugeness. I was starting to feel a little sick. I could hear a deep chuckling building up on the other side of the material and could feel myself going red in the face. “Pathetic” the voice said simply, and then a vice like hand grabbed my through the clothes haphazardly piled atop me and pulled me up into the air again with no effort at all. I was dropped onto the floor directly in front of him, but didn’t manage to land properly and slipped clumsily down onto my ass. I looked up nervously at Chris and… he seemed bigger. I couldn’t tell if it was the angle I was at or not, but from my position on the floor he looked to be at least 6 foot 7, and the pump he had gotten in the gymnasium was still evident, and then a bit more muscle seemed to have appeared on top of that. I stared, shutting my mouth quickly as I realized it was hanging open. Being so close to his feet part of his face was obscured by the jutting chest that hung off his frame. I felt no need to continue staring up at him like this, I didn’t want to fuel the man’s ego, and so I began to rise slowly, though the shaking in my knees made my hope of looking graceful impossible. I stood to my full height, and there was no denying now the change in him, I had to look up to see his strikingly handsome face, and I felt myself shiver at the thought of what Chris could do to me here on my own. “Why’d you run away?” he growled and I decided not to answer him, I thought it was fairly obvious. “I wasn’t finished with you” he added, and that thought scared the life out of me, I would have ended the lesson resembling pate if we had continued any further. He took a step forward so that his almighty chest thumped into me, though at his new height his chest was hitting me more at chin level, and I stumbled back. He grinned evilly. “What’s happened to you?” I asked, trying to sound brave, but my voice quivered betraying me. Again he laughed, and his vast chest shook and his abs contorted and twisted under his top. He looked down at me once again, taking another step forward and forcing me to stumble a pace backwards. “Nothings changed at all, I was always better than you and I still am” he said grinning. “But we were best friends” I said, I heard myself and realized I sounded as though I were begging. At this he took a large step and his chest thumped into me so hard that I was caught of balance and went stumbling backwards until I hit back hard against the wall, smacking my head hard enough against the brick to make me temporarily see stars. Through the fog in my brain I could see him advancing and he didn’t stop until his mammoth body had me pinned against the wall. “Lets get one thing straight little man; I don’t need friends like you anymore,” he paused as he raised his hands into the air “I’ve got these babies now” he said and flexed triumphantly. I couldn’t help but gasp as the biggest bicep muscles I had ever seen in my life burst into life in front of my eyes. The huge peaks of muscle split, rising higher and higher bursting with veins and emitting such evident power I knew then and there he could kill me with them. Despite the intense fear his muscle display was causing me, his show of power and the inexplicably manly smell that was wafting from his deep manly pits was causing a reaction in me I couldn’t even begin to explain, and one I hoped to high heaven Chris wouldn’t notice. He flexed his chest now, and through the top I could veins and striations formed in ways I didn’t know possible, the muscles in his chest, which if I’m honest felt more like rocks, were forcing their way into my chest as though it were made of butter and I could feel myself being crushed against the wall behind me. “You were nothing then… and you’re less than that now” he said, and clearly the friendship we had shared as children meant not a thing to him now. My arousal and fear left no room for sadness at his remark, and my erection was almost painful now. He relaxed his chest and I was able to take a breath in at long last. He shook his head slowly, as though I truly disgusting him, and I felt myself averting his gaze in shame. “I’ll be needing your lunch mo…” he began, but stopped suddenly, and I looked up to see what had stopped him, hoping against hope that he had spotted more worthy of his interest than me. I almost died when I saw him looking at the all too obvious, though not exactly impressive, tent in my shorts. I began jabbering, trying to explain that I wasn’t gay, that he wasn’t turning me on, tried to say anything that would stop the unavoidable beating that was heading my way. He made his way towards me far quicker than he had before and I felt a huge hand wrap firmly around my throat, and my feet left the floor as I was slid effortlessly up the wall. He held me up maybe three feet off the floor, and I began choking something fierce. The force of his grip was so strong my choking was practically useless; there was no way consciousness was staying with me today. I tried to kick my legs but his mammoth chest had them pinned almost painfully against the wall, my fingers worked frantically in vain to try and get him off me, but I soon realized that my two hands working together were powerless to even remove one of his fingers. Despite the seriousness of the situation I found my eyes becoming fixed on the almighty biceps and triceps that kept me up here as though I were a feather, and I was aware that my erection was still throbbing in my shorts, which was probably angering him further. The veins in his forearms popped up in relief as the hand tightened itself tighter around my pathetically fragile neck. I could feel my wind pipe getting close to collapsing, and my vision began fading as I knew I was about to pass out when “Chris?” called a voice from the other end of the changing room, it was the coach. I felt the hand release me and again I fell badly, though this time I managed to land on my feet. I let out a huge gasp and then a cough, but Chris obviously wanting to hide my presence slapped a hand over my mouth with such a force that my face stung from the force of the slap. My body was still trying to get more air into my lungs and I choked still, the sound muffled in the large hand over my mouth. I was in pain, and gasping for breath to stay conscious, and yet somehow I found myself wanting him to put one of those big manly fingers into my mouth for me to suck on. “I’m here coach; I think that little guy took off. I’ll be right out” he called down the changing room, and I prayed to God to bless the man that had saved my life. “I’m not surprised” replied the coach “he looked like a 5 year old girl next to you” the coach continued clearly unaware I was present. A whole new shade of red made itself apparent across my face and Chris looked at me with a smug grin. “This isn’t over” he said simply, venom in his voice. He removed his hand, and strutted round the corner towards the exit of the room. I slid down the wall and burst into tears, my hopes of a friendly reconciliation shattered. My first day of school had gone from an exciting new chapter in my life, to a brand new nightmare thanks to a changed face from the past. _____________________________________________ Charlie sat in his room that night feeling sick to depths of his stomach, his homework, which would usually take half an hour or so had been delaying him for at least an hour now. He couldn’t get the images of today’s meeting out of his head, he couldn’t ignore the soreness around his neck from where the strong hand had crushed into the skin, and by far worse of all, he couldn’t do anything about the random insatiable erections that kept popping up in his boxers. He slept uneasily that night and awoke in the morning mortified to find he’d had a wet dream, he couldn’t remember at all what he’d been dreaming about, but Charlie was fairly sure he knew. Charlie began to pack his things ready for another day of school and for the first time in as long as he could remember he found himself not wanting to go, wanting to pretend to be ill and stay at home, where he knew he wouldn’t bump into a certain someone. But no, there was nothing to be achieved by doing that, and so with as much false confidence as he could muster he made his way to another day of school. The first lesson was fairly normal in its long boring lecture like style, and indeed second period passed without a single mishap, but the one thing that Charlie really did notice, was that wherever he was, he could here someone whispering about the huge new kid, and Charlie couldn’t help but get down a little every time he heard it. Indeed out on the school field during their morning break much talking behind hands was going on, and Charlie headed with much anticipation to where he and Clare and Liam usually hung out, behind a secluded patch of trees where they could have a laugh in their own space, as he paced down the sloping grass he felt his phone vibrate and smiled when he saw Clare ringing him, he didn’t answer as he knew she’d be hurrying him on like she always did and he began to run down to where the trees were. As soon as he was round the corner a foot tripped him and Charlie went skidding across the ground. With his heart immediately in his throat Charlie span round onto his back to look up into the one face he wanted to see less than any other, before he could begin to get up a huge triumphant foot had slammed Charlie back on the ground with a woomph, and struggle though he might, there was nothing he could do. Charlie met the cold gaze of his recent tormentor, and then found he couldn’t look at them anymore and averted his gaze. ‘Little fag can’t stay away’ Chris said slowly, twisting his foot on my chest softly almost as though contemplating whether to crush it or not. ‘Guess you wanted another beating to go home and whack that puny little cock to huh?’ he said in a mocking tone and the blush that seemed to be a permanent feature on Charlie’s face recently made its way across his nose and ears. ‘Chris I’m not gay’ he replied, stunning himself that he even managed to speak a word let alone a sentence. ‘Not gay…’ Chris laughed, bending down to pick Charlie up with one hand on either side of his head, lifting him until his face was crushed against the mammoth left pec of Chris’s enormous chest, hard nipple pressing just below Charlie’s bottom lip through the thin sleeveless vest. Immediately the naturally manly smell of the body in front of him made Charlie feel light headed, ‘then do you mind explaining the pathetic boners you keep springing every time you get near my muscles?’ Charlie shook his head slightly, the rock hard nipple rubbing against his chin. Chris let go and Charlie dropped the two inches or so to the ground, gasping quietly as he realized that the bottom of Chris’ pecs were now level with his forehead, though he didn’t understand it, nor want to believe it, Chris had grown massively again over night and was probably now just over seven foot, how was that even possible!? After a second or so of silence Charlie sighed quietly, ‘I don’t know what to say… I’ve never seen anyone as big as you before’ at this Chris snorted as though it were obvious that no one could be bigger than him ‘and I just’ Charlie paused trying to think of the words ‘I just see how big and powerful and strong you are and it makes me feel so small… like you are so much better than me.’ Charlie didn’t get the chance to say another word as Chris had burst out laughing, ‘I am so much better than you,’ he said with a cocky smirk ‘you are a pathetic little nothing that should be thrilled I even know who you are, and you better think of a fucking good reason why I shouldn’t snap you in half and leave you here for the worms.’ He said, his voice getting quieter as he continued. Charlie visibly shook where he stood, not a clue in the world what to say, ‘for old times sake?’ he said hopefully, but Chris shook his head ‘not good enough.’ Charlie looked back down at the floor again, trying to stop the tears in the corners of his eyes as he realized he was about to sell his soul to the devil. ‘I’ll do anything you say for the rest of my life’ Charlie said quietly, almost hoping that no one would hear him say it. ‘Anything?’ came the deep voice of the man stood above him, and Charlie nodded silently, looking up to the most sinister smug grin he had ever seen in his life. ‘So if I should need some last minute homework doing for me?’ Chris asked and again Charlie nodded in silence, ‘or if I should need some money for food’ he continued and Charlie once again nodded. ‘What about…’ Chris went on, his grin spreading further across his face, ‘what about if my sweaty manly pits need a good clean after a heavy workout?’ Charlie gawped open mouthed, stunned by what the man in front of him had just said, he stood stunned, trying to process what he’d just heard, when he noticed Chris lifting his left arm up above his head, and vest he was wearing allowing for a view of the manly crevasse that Charlie’s new tormentor had mentioned, a large hand cupped the back of his small head and Charlie found himself forced forwards until he could see nothing at all, and all he knew was the feel of the hot skin against his face and the incredibly strong smell now filling his nostrils like a drug. As he shifted his head slightly, Charlie could feel the tendons of Chris’ biceps towards the top of his head, and other ligaments and muscles he didn’t know the name of beneath his nose and chin, the wideness of Chris’ seemingly ever growing lats meant that Charlie was surrounded on all sides by thick muscle, and Charlie suddenly found himself losing control of himself. Charlie stuck his tongue out frantically, moaning slightly as he felt the hard bulging muscle under Chris’ skin, moaning slightly as he tasted the manly sweat that didn’t disgust him in the way he quietly knew is should, the light masculine hair tickled his face as Charlie wanted to more and more to be able to have his face over every part of Chris at the same time, he slid his head up, his tongue sliding from the pit to the underside of Chris’s gargantuan arm, that seemed now to easily be as wide as his own head. Charlie couldn’t explain it, but Chris’ skin, whilst being so silky in texture still allowed for the feeling of the steel like chords beneath it, and every inch of him tasted incredible, Charlie moaned to himself again as his tongue lost itself exploring crevices and ridges of rock solid muscle. Charlie almost creamed in his pants when he heard Chris whisper ‘fuuck’ under his breath, clearly enjoying the seeing to that Charlie was giving him, Charlie didn’t know who was more surprised by this turn of events, but he didn’t dare argue. Charlie’s cock was now rock hard against the hugely wide thigh he straddled comfortably, and he was about to begin thrusting when a heavy shove knocked him to the floor roughly. Chris laughed to himself, looking down still with a certain look of disgust. ‘Guess I may be able to find a reason to keep you around’ he smirked, before walked away, looking bigger than ever, and leaving Charlie with a face full of sweat and an erection he was sure would last forever. _______________________________________________ I awoke the next day feeling extremely tired after what could only be called a restless night’s sleep. I found myself once again dreading the day ahead and what it would bring but felt such a hypocrite having spent most of the night furiously masturbating, thinking of how Chris’ muscles had felt against my face, how powerful he was, whilst I smelled his sweat that had dried on my face. As it happened I had a relatively uneventful day at school, I mean sure I had passed Chris in the corridor and my insides had pretty much turned themselves inside out with fear, but he had simply smirked at me and walked on by. He was easily six foot eight now I looked properly, and while he hadn’t grown height wise much more his muscle had clearly not stopped expanding. He looked like a younger blonder bigger Zeb Atlas strolling down the corridors. The next day again I found myself feeling on edge pretty much all day but again made it through the day without any cause for concern. It was the Friday of that week I went into school feeling a tiny bit better, my body didn’t ache anymore in the areas Chris had gotten rough with and I was starting to think I might just have to suffer evil glances and occasional extra pieces of homework on Chris’ behalf. It was lunchtime and I didn’t have too long until classes started back up again so I ran to get my bag that I’d thrown in the P.E changing rooms before I ate. I retrieved my bag and went to have a quick piss, I had drunk far too much today. I was about to put my cock back in my pants when a large hand grabbed me by the face. It was so quick I didn’t even realise it was a hand at first, I couldn’t see a thing and in less than two seconds I felt myself pushed against a wall. I heard one of the toilet cubicle doors locking and began to tremble slightly; all too aware of what was beginning. ‘Didn’t want you getting too confident around here’ he said, his now familiar sneer planted firmly across his face. Whether it was me getting more attracted to him without realising or something else he seemed to be more handsome every time I saw him. ‘Why me?’ I asked simply, a tone of resignation in my voice, his smile grew even more as he let me go and laughed gently. ‘Don’t tell me you aren’t enjoying it Char’ he said with an almost playful hint in his voice that took me back to us wrestling as kids. ‘You may have noticed I’ve grown a lot since we were kids’ he continued, and I bit my tongue rather than risking my life by giving him attitude. ‘Since I’ve hit puberty I’ve noticed I enjoy exerting my power over people,’ he paused slightly as if recalling memories of such events and then spoke again ‘but more recently I’ve noticed that not only do I enjoy it immensely, but... it seems to make me grow.’ My mouth opened and I squinted slightly ‘that’s crazy Chris... it’s not possible.’ He laughed cruelly ‘the effects have been very very small for the last few years and I figured that just wasn’t going to do anymore, and then I remember you and me as kids.. what a pussy you always were and how you always seemed to be your happiest when I was kicking your ass’ I blushed furiously and shook my head ‘that’s not true!’ I lied quickly, so quickly in fact it gave me away instantly. ‘I figured that if making a small guy submit to me makes me grow, what would happen if I managed to find someone that actually enjoyed it, who felt in his guts like being a bitch was all he was born for..' I shook my head again more forcefully this time as if trying to fool myself more than him ‘it’s not true, you’ve gone mad’ I almost begged. He stared at me silently for a second or two, my heart seemed to beat loudly in slow motion as his hand reached for the collar of his sweat drenched gym polo and yanked. His forearm bulged and with a loud rip that almost sounded like a bang his shirt was in tatters on the floor. His magnificent tanned pecs quivered no more than a foot away from my face and my eyes glazed over, my chin drooping as I stared in amazement at the body of the young god in front of me. His chest was indescribable, striations spread from the crevice in the middle of his chest outward, his enormous nipples lured my eyes to them and I wanted nothing more than to suck them onto my tongue. His huge powerful shoulders supported basketball size biceps both sporting a fat blue vein that pulsed across them and his abs, which I had never seen uncovered, stood fast like 8 solid bricks. ‘Gone mad have I?’ he mused quietly, ‘we both know I didn’t look like this when I barged past you in the corridor on Monday. Even then I felt a tingle in my core when you gazed up at me from the floor.’ I was stood now in silence, no matter how insane it sounded, or how much trouble I was now undeniably in he was definitely bigger, and if he was right and I was the key to that growth then there was a whole load more trouble coming my way. ‘Im afraid I’m starting to like being one of the biggest people on the planet’ he growled, his eyes now piercing into mine with such an intensity I felt like crying ‘so you’re gonna be my bitch from now on whether you like it or not.’ With that he moved towards me and bent his knees, he pushed his pec into my chin and my head was forced sideward against the wall, he straightened his legs still pushing into me and I felt his now erect nipple slide up the side of my face like a marble. I turned to face him, my nose resting in between his pecs and slowly slid my tongue upwards. He had obviously just finished a work out as I managed to catch a large amount of sweat on the end of my tongue, he tasted so good, so manly ‘like my man sweat bitch?’ He grinned a huge grin before flexing his colossal bicep with a grunt ‘get your mouth on this slut’ he growled and before I knew it I was whining like a bitch in heat, sliding my tongue and my lips over the hardest thing I have ever felt in my life, I wanted to kiss, lick, rub and smell it all at once it was so overwhelming. In the corner of my eye I could see Chris watching me and I moaned loudly as my wandering right hand made contact with his freaky quad. I rubbed and squeezed with my puny little fingers, sliding them along the separations in his muscle until the both of us froze when the back of my hand made contact with his cock. I looked him in the eye and without looking down gave his mighty cock a squeeze; I could just about get my fingertips to touch around its thickness. I almost wanted to take my hand away it was so hot, but Chris’ meaty hands pushing down on my shoulders made it clear he had other plans for me. I knelt there in front of him for what seemed like forever, his thighs so thick that they filled my whole field of vision and acted as the perfect backdrop to the biggest dick I’d ever seen. It looked somewhere between the 10 and 11 inch mark, thick as anything and bursting with the sexiest veins I had ever seen. I had never sucked a cock before... or even thought about it, but staring at this giant piece of meat I can’t deny I wanted it. Clearly Chris had become bored with me staring as he suddenly shook his hips side to side as quick as he could and his massive dong slapped my face with such a force that the first hit made me yelp. The second and third still stunned me but I was more embarrassed than anything to think that a guy my age had a cock that was probably stronger than my entire body. I took the hint though and once again gripped his firm meat in my now tiny looking hand. I slowly lent forwards and kissed the head, spongy but hard, I kissed again, pleasantly surprised by the taste. Slowly my tongue slid along the bottom of his bulging head and he hissed, eyes closed, head rearing back. I squeaked loudly as he suddenly grabbed a fistful of my hair and shoved, I thought his dick was going to push my tongue down my throat and I felt my lips stretch to their slutty limits. My mouth was forced wide open as his huge meat rubbed over my tongue and I spluttered as it hit the back of my throat, he pulled out and shoved back in several times with me gagging for air and trying to push his thighs away but of course any such attempt was a waste of time. After a couple of minutes he grunted and shoved all the way in, I’d never felt anything like it, I could feel inch after inch of his cock moving down inside my throat as his head stretched open my gullet on its way down. I felt my neck physically bulged and my eyes streamed with water as Chris looked down and moaned loudly ‘fuck yes, take it’ I could hardly breathe but still found my tongue lapping the underside of his dick as he raped my mouth with such an intensity I wondered how long it could continue. At several points I honestly thought I would pass out, his cock was so huge I simply couldn’t breathe and if it wasn’t for the occasional moment where he withdrew his cock slightly further than usual I would have been a goner. I found myself squeezing his massive thighs, looking up as his huge muscle tits bouncing with his thrusts, seeing the pure pleasure on Chris’ face did something to me I can’t explain, part of me did want to be here serving him. ‘I should warn you’ he said suddenly, and the sound of this deep panting voice both surprised and aroused me ‘the bigger I’ve gotten the more I’ve cum, you might wanna get out the way.’ For some reason I moaned at the thought of his hot spunk, maybe I hoped it would make me grow in the same way he did, but I decided to stick around. He thrusts became even harder and more sporadic and his grunts got deeper and louder, I could see his chest and biceps twitching and he withdrew so that just his cockhead was in my mouth. ‘You asked for it fucker’ he grunted through gritted teeth. What happened next I could never have expected in a million years. His first shot of cum was so huge it completely filled my mouth to overflowing, the excess pouring out in thick slimy clots over my bottom lip onto my school shirt. The sheer force of the thick creamy spunk hitting the back of my mouth forced my head backwards and off his cockhead, and while I was still leant back reeling at what had just happen his second shot was now out in the open and free to hit me square on the bridge of my nose. Again the force of it was so extreme I went to shout but my mouth was still so full that I just gargled more spunk down my front. I winced as it slammed into my nose and flowed with speed up along my forehead and out across my cheeks, I sat there in disbelief drinking every drop I could while shot after shot after huge big thick hot slammed into my face. After what must have been twenty or so helpings he stopped, legs trembling slightly, and sneered down at me completely covered in his load, my chin dripping pathetically. I peeled my eyes open, gasping when I looked up to see he had easily grown another ten pounds in the time he had been fucking my mouth. Even more muscle bulged on his frame, he looked simply incredible. ‘I knew it had to be you’ he said in between pants ‘I fucking told you didn’t I you little bitch?’ he laughed. ‘Good luck cleaning that off before next lesson’ was all he said before he opened the cubicle door and walked away. I waited until I heard the changing room doors close, I don’t know how long it was after that I stood up, it wasn’t until that moment I felt my jaw, and my throat, and realised everything ached in the extreme. I looked down at my school uniform and was speechless, I looked like a blue whale had just used me as a fleshlight, my clothes were completely drenched in his thick load and there was a puddle on the floor where I had been kneeling. I walked over to the sinks and started to cry when I saw myself in the mirror. There wasn’t a spot on my face that wasn’t covered, my hair was thick with it like shampoo and my hair stuck up on top of my head where he had grabbed me. I looked a complete and utter state. I used the back entrance and ran for all I was worth until I got home, uselessly trying to cover my face, my hair, my clothes. When I got home I sat on my bed and stared at myself in the mirror, stunned by what had happened, stunned by what the two of us were becoming, and hating myself for scooping the cum off my face and into my mouth. I awoke on Saturday morning flooded with relief that I didn’t have to go to school, to face the questions of why I had suddenly left the day before, to face Chris. I spent the rest of the day lazing around the house, resting my aching limbs, rubbing moisturiser on my stretched out lips and stalking the muscle monster’s Facebook in the dirty hope of finding a picture I could stroke it to. As Sunday rolled by it was already three in the afternoon and I had to go to pick up a few things in the local store. I kept my tracksuit bottoms on and slipped on a loose fitting pair of sneakers, heading in through the front gates of the church ready to take the short cut through the graveyard. Since I’d left my house I couldn’t escape the feeling I was being followed, and halfway through the trees and graves, the afternoon sun causing everything to be tinted gold, I shivered. Looking to my left there was nothing but a few bugs humming lazily in the air and above me blue skies stretched forever uninterrupted. Gazing over to my right my heart missed a beat as I saw in the distance, stood amongst the gravestones farthest away, Chris. I waited only long enough to see him move a fraction of an inch before turning, filled with complete fear, and running off the path and onto the grass to the left. Hopping over vines and growth and dodging between graves I was too scared to shout or look behind me, my only comfort was that I had been quite a way in front of Chris and the head start might be enough to get me home safe. In a happier moment I would have been proud of myself for running faster than I ever would have thought I could, but instead my thoughts were interrupted by the undeniable sound of bare feet thumping along the ground behind me and getting louder very quickly. In desperation I tried to change direction in the hope that the bigger man would be unable to follow but before I knew anything else two gigantic arms had completely engulfed me and the force of a now 6 foot ten Chris running at full speed hit me like a train. We went flying through the air, me straining for air against the tree trunk arms that had wrapped around me like snakes, and then landed hard on the ground. Chris’ full weight came down on top of me and I tried to scream in agony but as his huge muscular bulk landed on top of me I was completely winded and could only scream silently like a tortured fish. ‘That was fun, you should run every time’ growled Chris, his mouth somewhere above my ear as he held me still, I tried kicking my legs but every inch of me was pinned down by his massively powerful body. I lay there in the moment’s silence completely hating myself. Every time I saw this man I was filled with fear and dread, today more so than ever; and yet as soon as I heard his voice or felt his body I was so turned on I couldn’t think of anything else in the world than doing as he said. Since Friday’s meetings I also had to admit that as I lay underneath him I also craved the feeling of his giant man cock and his thick load in my mouth. ‘Unfortunately for you I’m starting to like growing more and more,’ he continued the smirk on his face audible in his voice. ‘All those sluts at school that follow me around don’t worship me half as well as you do.’ His huge forearm was under my chin and his weight on top of me pushed it hard into my neck and I could feel my head was starting to swim. He pushed himself up with his arms just long enough for me to take in a large gulp of air, grabbed me with one of his huge hands and flipped me effortlessly onto my back so I was now staring up into his achingly handsome face. I noticed now his shirt was gone and I flushed with embarrassment knowing that not only had I had a head start on him, but he had also managed to remove his shirt whilst running and still caught me with absolutely no effort. ‘Don’t pretend like you haven’t missed this Char’ he purred, before stretching his arms out above my head, linking his hands and lowering his colossal chest over my face. His pecs were so huge by this point that my nose could just about touch his breastbone in the gap between his pecs while the rest of his thick heavy chest muscle squeezed down and covered my whole face. He didn’t even need to say anything before I started to lick the sweaty rock hard sinews of his muscle tits. With his hands outstretched in front of him his armpits were fully open to air and even squashed underneath him I could smell his musky smell and found my head buzzing with the excitement of it. I realised that my hands were free and rushed to slide them from his ribs, around his impossibly wide lats and began stroking the thick mounds of his back muscles which bunched and rippled as he moved slightly. At a minute or so of this I slid my little hands back round underneath him and stroked up and down on his solid stomach, moaning slightly into his chest as my dainty fingers found each bump of his abs. Up and down I lovingly caressed when after a short while my eyes opened as my hand bumped into his gigantic cock, which had become hard at all this attention. I grabbed it with my fist and squeezed as hard as I could, he growled like a feral animal above me and I felt his body vibrate slightly as he did so, ‘that’s it, make me feel good, I think I can feel myself growing already’ he said and this turned me on beyond belief as I started sliding my hand up and down the thick meat. He pulled himself up and sat on my chest, I could hardly breathe under him but didn’t dare say so for fear he would stop what he was doing, once again I was truly under his spell. As I stared at the God like man in front of me my mouth hung open, my eyes glazed over with lust, and I moaned quietly as he tore his shorts off with one strong hand. The cock that pulsed in front of me now was even bigger than it had been the last time I saw it only a few days before. It looked now to be around 12 inches, from down on the floor I could feel the heat radiating from it, smell that pure sexual alpha male smell. The veins that rippled all over it stood out in bold relief almost full to bursting, I had never been so turned on in my life. I stuck my tongue out eagerly as he used three fingers to push against the base of it, bringing it down with a thump across my face. It half obscured my vision and I trembled with both excitement and fear as I realised it was now longer than my face. I licked the underside, feeling content in a way I still couldn’t quite understand, I could do this all day if he asked me, though I didn’t want him to know that. He raised himself off me slightly and roughly rubbed the giant head of it all over my face, smearing me with gobs of thick juice as it leaked over my face, he spent a long time just rubbing it side to side over my lips. Looking up into his face he had a look of wonder and pride on his face and clearly found it arousing to see how much power he had over me, and how physically superior he was. I licked my tongue around the head as I had done the day before and he growled, an evil smile flashing down at me. He used his thick cock to slap my face and shoved in roughly into my mouth a few times clearly enjoyed himself. In a move so quick I hadn’t seen it coming he put both his hands under my armpits and lifted me up, we stood facing each other for a moment silently, his huge cock pressed directly into mine as if to show me how pathetically small mine was. He didn’t move or show any expression on his face and it dawned on me he wanted me to make the first move, to admit to both myself and him that I really did want this. I looked at the floor slightly ashamed, also not wanting to blow a load in my pants looking at him, and quietly said ‘I’m ready to suck you again.’ He laughed looking triumphant, fisted his cock a couple of times. ‘I know you are’ he said confidently, ‘but you forgot this isn’t about what you want, and I don’t think my cocks gonna fit down that tiny throat of yours anymore.’ I stared at him for a half a second in confusion before gasping as I realised what it was he had meant. I wasn’t ready for it. I had never taken a cock in my ass in my life and one as big as his would hurt worse than murder, I began to tremble and shake my head ‘I can’t,’ I squeaked terrified ‘I can’t take it!’ He smiled another sick smile ‘Oh but you will.’ I turned in a desperate attempt to run, even though he had caught me before and I made it no more than two paces when his large powerful hands clamped both my hips in a vice like grip, I wailed as he began pushing down and though I tried to resist it his arms proved more powerful than my legs and they gave way. One hand left my right hip and reappeared on my neck pushing my face into the grass and turning my butt up into the air, he ripped my shorts off effortlessly and paused for a second watching me shake underneath him ‘not a bad ass Char.’ I heard him spit a few times and could hear him rubbing his cock head with spit, then again a few more times and this time I felt spots of warm wetness hit my hole with surprising speed. Two fingers came from nowhere and shoved themselves inside me and I groaned as they felt themselves around my tight virgin chute. After a minute or so they were gone and I knew what was about to happen. I felt the head of his cock against my hole, it felt even bigger now that I couldn’t see it, like a powerful sweaty tennis ball at my innocent backside. I started to cry a little, pleading to the universe more than anything else ‘no no no no no’, there was a seconds silence and then I heard him hiss ‘yes!’ Both hands went back to my hips with their iron hold and he push forwards with such force had he let go I would have slid forward across the grass. The pain was indescribable. I screamed into the floor as I felt inch by inch of his mighty cock force its way into a hole that was simply not big enough for it. I could cry at this point, but instead gaped and shuddered as inch after further inch carried on up inside me so far I could feel it rising up inside my stomach area. He leant back to a kneeling position and the pure strength of his erection lifted me from the ground, stretching my hole to near breaking point, bringing another scream from me as my back thumped into his incredible chest. My own weight went against me now as I slid down the last two inches of his cock and felt my burning cheeks land on his rock hard veiny thighs. His right hand clapped over my mouth and pushed my head back against his shoulder and the other pushed down on my left thigh to stop me from trying to remove his cock. He stayed there motionless, as his thrilled cock vibrated and jerked, each time stirring my lower organs and causing more pain inside me. He was clearly relishing the feeling, I could feel his heavy breathing through the pecs and nipples that pushed into my back, hear him swearing under his breath and feel him continue to flex his thick cock inside me. As we stayed in that position, my weak body spread across his larger one like butter over toast the unbearable mind numbing pain lessened a little, not much mind you, but enough that after a while the tears that had been running down my face onto Chris’ hand stopped. Precum was oozing out of his cock now so much this it was already running out my hole down his cock and dripping from his orange sized balls, I wandered momentarily whether it was that that was soothing my insides. So lost in the feeling was Chris that when it finally dawned on him he could start fucking me he jumped slightly with the excitement, again the movement caused his cock to move my insides around once more and I squeaked through his thick hand. ‘Get ready for the ride of your life bitch!’ He started bucking his hips slightly, and as he did a couple of inches of his cock started leaving and entering my ass, being so tight my inner walls gripped him to such an extent that the friction of his movements caused me to shudder, my eyes rolling back in my head as he moaned appreciatively. He slowly but surely began upping the power and his thrusts were becoming so powerful that his hips against my ass cheeks were literally starting to throw me in the air a little. As he pushed up his cock would push deeper than it had gone before, his balls and thighs on my ass and then as he stopped I would rise up in the air, like one does at the top of a rollercoaster, almost floating on his mighty tool. Then he would lower his hips back to their starting position, sliding his cock out of me a little before gravity began to force me back down his cock with a slurpy squelch that ended with me thumping down on his cock and forcing the head of it deeper inside me still, each of these weightless moments were proving to feel truly good and I would whine in pleasure, before falling back down onto the wide base of his cock and grunting as the pain came rushing back. I was starting to look like one of those children’s toys, with Chris being the small wooden bat that would hit the little red ball (me) which bounce around anchored to the bat by elastic (his cock.) He gave a loud shout of effort that made me jump before thrusting into me so hard I slid all the way up his cock until only the head was left inside me stretching my sphincter beyond belief, he had removed his hand from my mouth at this point and I let out a shout as he grabbed both my ankles and spun me 180 degrees so that when I slid back down his monster I was facing the now even larger muscle god. My hands immediately went to squeezing his huge rock hard muscles tits, so large now that my hands really didn’t cover very much of them, but as I played with his thick meaty nipples he groaned and cooed appreciatively and gave me a grin that said nothing other than ‘I own you.’ My fingers danced on the bulges of his sweaty abs as my nose drifted near his shoulder so I could smell the musk of his pits and despite the pain of the situation I knew in my heart I would do it again, as many times as he wanted over and over. His grunting began to get more sporadic, panting and moaning with rhythm as his thrusts became harder and faster. His huge hand grabbed my throat and with a huge squeeze that almost crushed my windpipe he began to push me back. I was now in a very awkward position that probably would have been painful if his one hand on my neck hadn’t been strong enough to support my weight. I was bent backwards now like one of the crab positions you see gymnasts do, my head now at the same height as my well filled ass with my torso forming a high bridge between the two. I moaned and made all sorts of embarrassingly effeminate noises as his cock touched parts of my innards now that I didn’t know could feel so good. As he started thrusting all the way into me again I couldn’t help but briefly wonder where it was all going, how it all fit in. My thought process was interrupted when I heard him give an animalistic growl of lust. ‘O fuck yeah’ he shouted ‘that’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, my monster cock’s destroying your insides little bitch’ he moaned and as I craned my neck up I could just about see over my ribs and couldn’t help but gasp in shock. The flat tight smooth skin of my stomach was now bulging outwards with every thrust from his mighty tool, like a baby kicking in a woman’s tummy I watched as my skin stretched tight around the thick head of his cock. We took it in turns to place our hand over the bump as it rose and give it a quick squeeze before he withdrew and this pleasured him more than anything that had gone before. He swung me back up with a scream so that we were once again face to face and spat in my face ‘gonna cum.’ He kept his one hand around my neck again and then squeezed my ribcage with his other. ‘get ready bitch’ he grunted before using his hands to slide my whole body up and down on his cock like a giant human fleshlight. I squealed as I flew up down so fast it blurred my vision and made my head hurt. With a final large shout he pushed my right to the base, his pubes tickling my tender cheeks, muscular thighs against mine. ‘Fuuuuuuuuuuuuu’ he shouted and I screamed with renewed pain as his first huge load shot inside me so fast I thought it may have ruptured something. He continued to swear and call me all manner of names as shot after huge thick shot flew inside me, I could feel myself filling up and was now crying from the sensation whilst still being thoroughly turned on. I could feel cum squirted out my hole and down his cock now and I knew I was full and could take no more, I screamed and threw my fists against his chest which were now bulging with hundreds of veins but his eyes were now rolling back in his head such was his ecstasy. Still he shot inside me and I looked down and noticed my whole lower stomach bloating like a pregnant belly from the sheer volume of his spunk. Without warning he craned his head down and forced his large tounge into my screaming mouth. His tounge, now a good 7 or so inches long was so thick and powerful my tounge could hardly move against it, in fact as it slid down into my throat I couldn’t help but struggle to breathe around it. A minute or so later he finally stopped and leant back relaxing, I was panting and moaning and he laughed at me as he came down from his ecstatic high.. ‘O i needed that..’ he chuckled before looking at my little hard cock ‘and so did you if you’re man enough to admit it.’ He gave his body a quick once over, clearly pleased with how he looked. He laughed again triumphantly upon seeing my bloated cum belly, now sticking out a good six inches from where it would usually be. ‘Damn I seeded you good huh’ he said giving it a stroke, he then pushed hard with a finger into my gut and I cried out as I felt a large spurt of cum dribble down his still hard cock. ‘We’re gonna have to do that again soon’ he said with a last cocky grin. He pulled his mighty man dick from inside me and I whimpered as he threw me into the grass, cum flowed from my hole in streams and as my vision began to fade I turned to watch his amazingly muscled glutes walking away. I fainted in the grass, leaking.
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