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This was part of a collaborative roleplay I had with Arribous that we never finished. I found the whole thing to be hot and well written and I've always enjoyed Arribous' writing style. Hope everyone likes it. The scenario features a would-be villain attempting to sap away Mr. Incredible's super strength only to find that things go awry. Contains hyper, macro and some sexual scenes. "SO! Mr Incredible, we meet at last!" Bob heard the voice emerging from the darkness of the large, echoing room. His arms and legs were stiff, stuck in place as he felt suspended in air. Dramatically, fluorescent lights flickered on as the interior was lit, showing the warehouse in its entirety with shelves stacked against walls and a man standing before him. The figure wore a black jumpsuit with leather straps wrapped around his body. Bob turned to see what was restraining him as he noticed the two generator-like machines to his sides, buzzing loudly as they work to keep him trapped. Both wrists and ankles had been latched to metal plates with a noticeable blue energy surrounding them. He was left with both arms raised over his head, as if he had been shackled in some kind of dungeon. "What a pleasant surprise it is seeing you here. I didn't think you'd be so foolish to just waltz right through the door but now here you are, hands tied by my magnetized machine. I applaud your efforts." He didn't remember how he'd ended up like this, it was supposed to be an easy job that he could handle on his own. All he remembered was arriving at the warehouse...and then he ended up here. He knew his head was killing him, the middle-aged hero groaning and pinching his eyes closed as the ringing in his ears started to fade. "Ugh..." he groaned, shaking his head. He tugged at his restraints, testing them, finding that since they weren't physical objects he could overpower, he was stuck here. He sighed, hanging his head, an annoyed expression on his face as he looked at this...interesting individual. "Who're you?..." he grunted, not familiar with this person "Why I am Dr. Grow of course and you my friend are the very enticing Mr. Incredible. I've kept my eye on you for some time now." The masked villain said as he gave a slight pinch to his mustache. "Your superior strength is a fetching trait I hold much respect for. I'm almost jealous of it. I AM jealous of it." He turned away, giddy at the reveal of his master plan. "Brains aren't enough for me anymore. What I want is what you have." Bob sighed, furrowing his brow. He didn't have time for this, this was some two-bit hack that the police force shouldn't have any issue with. "You don't think a gym membership would have been easier than capturing me?" he said with a smirk, not particularly concerned. He didn't think this guy had much up his sleeve that could hurt him. "Oh believe me Mr. Incredible. What I have will make gyms obsolete! BEHOLD!" With a dramatic turn, Dr. Grow revealed his weapon. "This my burly friend will be the end of your super days: The Drain Gain!" The small ray gun was sleek and appeared comically canon to weapons of science fiction. "This little tool will suck the brawn right out of your body, harvesting your heroic muscle so 'I' can live in your shoes." The slightly-pudgy superhero was more curious than he was afraid, there was no way that this guy could drain his super-strength, right? Even if he got smaller, he'd still be able to draw upon his massive strength reserves whenever he needed to. He let the wannabe super villain boast about his device, remaining silent and waiting for an opening, his eyes darting around the room behind his mask as he looked for anything that could help him escape. "But why explain it when I can just show you." Giggling maniacally, Dr. Grow had switched the device to the first setting, aiming the Drain Gain at Bob with glee. "Any last words before I make you obsolete?" Bob grimaced, gritting his teeth a bit. "Once I'm out of this thing, you'll regret what you're about to do," he cautioned him, despite knowing it'd fall on deaf ears. "Do your worst." With the pull of a trigger, the weapon blasted a ray of green energy at the helpless hero, encompassing his form in an emerald aura that tingled his skin. Dr. Grow, smiling wide, looked on with excitement, desperate to spot the effects taking place. The process was slow and hard to notice but unbeknownst to Dr. Grow, his choice weapon was having the opposite effect. Even to Bob, he was convinced the alien sensation was taking a toll to his powers yet his figure sluggishly swelled. Bob grit his teeth as the ray hit him, expecting something painful...but he cracked an eye open when he didn't feel a blast of pain, only a strange tingling feeling working its way through his muscles. His suit creaked softly as the mass beneath it began to slowly expand outward, the hero instinctively flexing his muscle as best he could, given his position. The metal clamps around his calves and forearms were starting to feel rather tight. Slowly, Dr. Grow's smile was beginning to sink. At that point, the growth was noticeable to him. Bob's biceps had started to slowly swell closer to his face. His visible lats were wider, thick thighs even thicker, chest size growing, pushing out more. Something was wrong. Releasing his finger from the trigger, the growth had completely halted as the Doctor had disappointment written across his face. "Uhhh...give me a second here." Bob snickered, looking down at himself, his pecs having grown a bit thicker, his biceps tugging against his suit a bit. "Heh. Seems your little toy there might actually be useful. I think it grew me bigger...Maybe you need to turn it up some, maybe it'll work then," he said with a coy grin, hoping that the maddened doctor would go along with it. Maybe he'd get strong enough to break out of here. "Be quiet you! It's just a bug, nothing more..." As he examined the gun, Dr. Grow noted the setting set properly to drain. Perhaps down the line, his configuration functioned in the exact opposite. Switching the setting to gain, his confidence returned once again. "Now Mr. Meathead, watch as your new muscles suddenly vanish!" The beam struck him just the same, and the same effect happened. His muscles slowly swelled, his body getting thicker, wider, heavier...but since the machine was calibrated to only hold someone of his mass and not a larger person, his levitating bindings began to wobble, starting to let him drift down towards the ground. Seeing his opportunity, Bob grinned and began to struggle with the restraints, trying to do whatever he could to get out of the field's effect! "No! Stop!" Dr. Grow's attempts to remove his finger from the trigger hadn't stop the gun. The trigger was stuck in the active setting. No matter how hard he attempted to point his gun elsewhere, the stream was already too familiar with Bob's body. The magnetic machine was starting to groan. The added weight of Bob's mass was overloading it's field of influence. Bob was looking quite beefy now, his frame tumbling forward out of the machine's stasis field, falling to the ground and getting to his feet. Now that he was free, he quickly plied his strength to rip off the shackles around his wrists and ankles, freeing him from the device's grip permanently. But still that beam continued, his shoulders widening, his pecs flaring out in front of him, his glutes more defined and thicker beneath his suit. He grinned cockily, reaching up to flex one of his arms, grunting approvingly. "Whoof. Nice...don't suppose this is permanent, eh?" he chuckles, rubbing his arm. Prying the trigger with both of his fingers, the device finally went off. Now that his focus was on Bob, he stood stunned to see the hulkish hero, seven feet tall, almost seven feet wide. The sudden burst of brawn and beef had left the doctor scared. The moment was so perfect and now his plans had been thwarted on his own accord. And then there was Bob, holding his attention captive. The silk-like red suit stretching enough to show a hint of skin. The "I" insignia adorning his chest was pulling across his hefty breast. Even his black tights had a noticeable heft between his thighs. Dr. Grow was not only afraid, but intrigued. Bob took advantage of his opportunity, lowering his arms and flexing his biceps against his chest with a grunt and a broad grin. "Grrrh! I'd say that's a hell of a little toy you got there, doc! I think it about doubled my mass...look at me, heh," he chortled, relaxing his muscles and idly bouncing his thick pecs, a near-hypnotizing motion for the doctor. "What do you say about pumping me up a little more, eh? Even me out some? You've got scientific curiosity, right?" "Don't think this is over!" Dr. Grow said with a shake in his voice. "Just because you're some Adonis with...flawless arms and chiseled abs...and..." His concentration kept falling victim to the perfect physique he had crafted. "Laugh now, because I'm still going to drain you of all of that." The Doctor was lying of course. Even he knew that his weapon had no effect to suck the powers from his adversary. That still didn't stop him from holding his ray up and pulling the trigger, knowing well of his defeat. He might as well enjoy seeing his victor become even more irresistible. Bob ran his hands down his abs, touching every finely-contoured line, rumbling his approval. "Mmmmm. Even got rid of my pot belly too, heh. It might even help my hairline grow back," he chortled, raising his arms up and flexing, flaring his back out as wide as it could go. It was during this flex that he was struck with the beam again, which made him laugh deeply as he felt his body start to swell outward in every direction, gaining height and muscle and even more mass between his legs, the crotch of his suit stretching and deforming around his swelling manhood! "Rrrrghh, that's it! Keep it comin'!" he barked, his voice growing deeper and louder as he grew. Two feet was added to the glory of Bob's body before Dr. Grow stopped his gun again. The sheer arrogance of his nemesis toyed with his libido, drawing his enthusiasm towards his form. He approached Bob timidly, still pointing his weapon at him. "You like that don't you? You like being my lab rat." The doctor stood a few feet from his manly creation. He could see damp spots below the shoulders and around his chest. The smell of man was unavoidable, even at his distance. That suit; amazing that it still managed to keep itself around the curves of each bulbous muscle. He was even more amazed at how the ray was affecting the hero's member. The outline of his cock and balls had made his junk so apparent in the black speedo. His Drain Gain was never intentionally made to affect such an area but to the amusement of Dr. Grow, he wasn't complaining. Bob's hands reached up to grope and heft his newfound pec-shelf, a manly grunt of approval rising from his throat. "Hrrnnfh...I like getting bigger, and stronger. And you seem excited to give that to me. Maybe...you always wanted me so big and huge and hung, eh?" he chuckled, reaching a hand down to shamelessly grope at his package, the soft cock as thick as his wrist and so long it was forced to curve forward and below his nuts inside the stretchy confines of his suit. Sweat was starting to pool under his suit, soaking into the water-resistant fabric, beads rolling down his face as he panted and groaned under his newfound bulk. Dr. Grow almost pawed at his figure, fixated on giving it a touch. He was still frightened, fearing his worth drain with every blast, yet he still wanted to fire at him. "Tell me big boy, how desperate do you want to grow?" "Hahaha," Bob laughed, turning to the side for a side-chest pose, grunting as he flared his incredible pecs outward, tensing his bicep against them. "You say that like there's any outcome aside from you blasting me again. But I'll humor ya. I wanna GROW. REALLY huge," he grunted, his voice carrying a lot more presence now. "Give it to me." The desire for growth almost worried him more but his attitude suggests he doesn't take the villain serious enough. Nervously, Dr. Grow replied: "First, you kneel." Bob chortled, shrugging his massive shoulders. "Heh, yeah, why not?" he grunted, a little caught up in his growth himself. He dropped down to one knee, still looking down at the shrimpy doctor, though not quite as much as he had been a few moments ago. "I'm waiting," he grunted in mock annoyance, the heat from his body radiating off him like sunbeams. Dr. Grow's heartbeat was racing. He was actually complying to his demands. "Raise up your arm", he asked, hoping the loyalty was still present. It was never really there to begin with, Bob was just playing along so that he could grow bigger. He raised his arm as bidden and flexed, the bicep peaking up enormously, so tall that he could rub his knuckles on the top of it! "Hah, like this?" No reply was made. The glorious mountain of arm was a sight to behold, yet the bothered doctor had his interests below it. He crept closer to his pit, breathing heavy of its aroma. The already sweaty face of Dr. Grow was moistened further by the damp surface of the lat. He only continued to close in further towards his body. If Mr. Incredible can enjoy his newfound size, why couldn't the doctor? Bob grinned wolfishly as he realized what the doctor was getting so worked up about, the scent radiating from his pits, cascading down the inside of his suit, his man-stink leaking out despite the tight elastic contours of his suit. "Heh, you like my smell, doc? Y'know, it'd probably be a lot stronger if I grew big enough to rip out of this thing. But it can take a lot of stretching, so I'd have to get pretty damn big." "And big you will be, once I'm done with you..." The doctor leaned into Bob's side, face pressing against the cavernous contours of his pit. His tongue rolled against the fabric, the musk unbelievable to his senses. One hand caressed the side of Bob's chest, grazing against the protruding nipple under his suit while his other hand felt the lumpy surface of his flaring back. Above him was the mass of Bob's arm, still dripping on top of the wimpy doctor. "Grrhh...yeah, get a taste of a real man," he grunted, tensing his fist and flexing his bicep and lat and pec as strong as he could, the exertion causing the sweat spot to spread further, his musk invading the doctor's nostrils even more fully, he felt Bob's incredible, spicy male-scent reach into his lungs and brain! "Mmmnf, lick my pits more, taste my manhood little guy!" Dr. Grow obliged, lathering every inch of Bob's pit with his mouth. While he tasted the super beast, his arm reached for his ray gun again, unleashing another wave of growth while he savored the salty taste of man. Bob closed his eyes and groaned low in his throat as his nine-foot frame began to swell and bloat upward and outward once again, his muscle creaking beneath his suit as it grew bigger, thicker, stronger. He didn't even know how this might interact with his powers, but he had no doubt it'd make him exponentially stronger! His free hand reached up to heft his pecs, fingering the meaty nipple beneath the suit with a groan, sliding his palm down his bulging 8-pack of abs, feeling the Adonis belt he'd grown under his fingers...he was getting so BIG now, he had to be more than twelve feet tall, looking like he weighed two tons of musclebound brawn! The suit was still holding, but who knows how long that'd keep up. Stopping his ray gun again, Dr. Grow dismounted from Bob's soaking pit, stepping away as to fit every inch of sweat soaked muscle into view. Mr. Incredible was a titan. It was amazing how much room had vanished from his presence. Seeing his deep red suit turn pinkish, stretching from how much muscle it had retained inside only made the doctor tingle. All plans of sapping the hero's muscle were burned away by the villain's libido; the results were just too good. There was still so much room in the warehouse for him to continue and he saw no reason to stop soon. Still, he enjoyed toying with Bob. Any power he had over him was dictated by him giving Bob power. He was all too excited to continue his game. The hulking blonde superhero grunted, flexing his biceps against his chest, leaning his head back against his swollen traps, a broad and eager smile on his face. "Mnnnf. How do I look, Doc?" he snickered, raising both of his monster biceps and flexing them with a growl, the twin peaks of muscle forcing his forearms to bend outward. "Look at me...look how WIDE I am, haha! I feel stronger than ever!" Indeed, Mr. Incredible's physique was pushing to freakish levels. The enticing flexes and soaked suit only played with the Doctor's composure. "Yes, you've certainly grown quite a bit, but you're still too weak, wouldn't you agree?" his eyes fixated on the knee hanging clad member. Bob nodded eagerly, smiling brightly and relaxing from his flex, looking down at the doctor and looming over him, now more than double his height and hungry for more. "Oh yeah. I could stand to be a LOT bigger. I dunno what kinda freaky beast I'm gonna grow into...but I can't wait to get there and find out!" "Then you'll be a good little hero and let me... inspect your changes." The doctor's voice was breathy and dry. He crept closer to the heaving mound of cock, wrapped snugly into the distended leathery tights of Bob's suit. The member had grown to half the doctor's size with the leg holes extending on the sides to show the pink skin wrapped away by his red suit. The pouch was incredibly moist and musky and the smell only intensified the closer he came to it. From his perspective, he could see Bob's face slowly falling into obscurity behind his pumped up pecs. Both of his hands caressed the bulge, tiny in comparison to its magnificence. The balding demigod moaned happily as he felt those tiny hands on his massive dick, grinning from ear to ear and reaching forward with one of his huge hands, gripping the doctor's back and shoving him closer, pushing his face into the incredible bulge between his legs, smearing his face with the sweat pooling beneath his suit. "Yeahhh, how's that feel, little guy? How's my muscle-sweat smell?" he grunted, getting into his status as a growing beastman. It was impressive and divine in its shape. Dr. Grow could only imagine it unsheathed from its restraints but settled to see the outfit pushed to its limits. His hands attempted to lift the meat from its underside but his strength could not compare to its weight. Eagerly, Dr. Grow hoisted himself on top, feebly trying to climb on top of the manhood, pushing his weight against the thick bulge. He could feel his feet shifting as they slid the skin underneath the fabric. The hero's bulge was so big that it was enough of a platform for the smaller man to stand on top of as he balanced against the hulk's body. Bob chortled at how into this the doctor was getting, reaching down with his monster arms and pulling the little fella in to his abs, burying his face in the stretched-out bit of the suit that crossed the divide between his pecs. The doctor was in complete rapture. Half of his very being was scorched in the heaty embrace of his captive. His face could very well sink in between the crevice of the behemoth's chest. He craned his head upwards to catch a glimpse of the ripened man, lost in the handsome smug smile he had with masked eyes half way closed. It was hard to focus on such an amazing jaw line when the hero's breast continued to obscure it from sight. Dr. Grow widened his embrace until his hands glided far enough to caress the beefy nipples wrapped in red. It took the entire span of his arms to finally reach such a prize but that only excited him to realize just how immense the man had become. Bob groaned and instinctively bucked his hips gently at the touch of his fat, swollen nipples. His eyes pinched closed and he moaned softly, his smug grin getting even wider. "Nggghhfff...yeah...squeeze those super-nips, doc. See if you can even dent 'em!" he chortled, flexing his pecs against the doctor's frame. Just as Bob claimed, they were as tough and thick as the rest of him, it was like trying to squeeze a fleshy can of soda that was filled with lead! Much to Bob's ego, the grip of the doctor proved just how weak he really was, showcasing the comparison of just how mighty he's become. One flex of Incredible's chest swallowed up half of Dr. Grow's face, snaring him in walls of clothed, sweaty flesh that dumped the intoxicating alpha stench into the doctor's olfactory senses. Truly he has created something divine and despite Bob being so easily capable of snuffing the villain out, the doctor was rewarded instead with peak masculinity. The hulking hero groaned with bliss as he felt his chest muscles so easily engulf the normal-sized man, a hungry grin crossing his face as he pondered what to do next. His fingers were too thick to use that device that the doctor had, so he needed the little guy to cooperate with him. His man-stink seemed to be intoxicating to the little man...he wanted to grow more, so he needed the doctor to slip further and further into unthinking bliss. To that end he relaxed his chest and hoisted the doctor upward, leaning forward to press his lips to the much smaller man's own, growling as his tongue hungrily invaded the little man's mouth, stamping his masculinity and superiority into his face forever. So much force had entered into Grow's mouth. His hero was eager for more and communicated his hunger in a way that awarded the doctor further. With his face meeting with Mr. Incredible's, Dr. Grow had to lay belly-first across Bob's vast chest just to be drunk from. His noodly arms wrapped around the bullish neck, thrilled to be experiencing such a lust not only from himself but from his experiment, his guinea pig. He could make him as big as he wanted to and still he would beg for more. Happily, the doctor aimed his gun behind the giant's head and dosed him yet again as they continued to kiss. He felt the fabric beneath him stretching and creaking as it turned a lighter shade, the suit growing tighter and tighter across the hulking giant's frame. But if it bothered him in any way, he didn't show it, groaning in bliss as he began to expand outward once more. His voice grew deeper, his bones creaked as he grew taller, and the tongue filling the doctor's mouth expanded slightly. His head was growing but nowhere near the pace the rest of him was, his proportions were becoming freakier and freakier with each subsequent dose! Another ton and a half of muscle was added to his godlike body, swelling up past 14 feet in height. His man-stink rose into the air like heatwaves off of asphalt, filling the doctor's lungs with every breath he took. Dr. Grow had to part mouths, coughing as the intensity of Bob's hot breath was almost too much. As the ray stopped, he noticed just how much his position had been rearranged, his flat body balancing 90 degrees against hulking pecs instead of the previous slope. Knowing this, the doctor was all too eager to see what had become of Mr. Incredible. The middle-aged, balding hero chortled deeply when he looked down at the little man laying on his chest, reaching up to grab his lab coat with two fingers and hoist him up, leaning forward and placing him on the ground at his feet, allowing him to look up in wonder at the demigod he'd created. He couldn't see anything below Bob's eyes thanks to the huge shelf of his pecs, and the superhero was all too eager to make his head vanish completely with a simple flex of his titanic pecs, his body so wide that there was no way Grow could reach both of his nipples at once now. "Hahaha...Whaddya think, doc? Am I big enough yet?" he gloated, raising his arms to flex his biceps, the deep armpits soaked with sweat. "Nnghhh...pits feel all bunched up...must be a lot more hair in there than there used to be..." The doctor was dumbfounded. the sheer width of the titan was inhuman to say the least and the suit he wore, still clinging for dear life, hid almost nothing. Every freckle and hair follicle could be seen with only a hint of red shrouding it faintly. Dr. Grow had to keep stepping back just to keep the godly man in full view. "Amazing. You must show me more." Bob grunted, lowering his arms and pawing at his crotch, which had also grown disproportionately huge compared to his height. The gigantic shank of flesh in his suit had to be at least five feet long, and looked to be completely soft as well, his balls each the size of his bicep! "More..." he groaned, his eyes half-lidded, flexing his bicep against his pecs to rub and squeeze his nipples, his suit growing more and more soaked with his scent. "Believe me. I want more too, but I want to experience you my way. I've only seen you from the front but what are you hiding from the behind?" "Hehehe...there's more than you can see, doc. Check this out." His body sloooowly turned in place, each footfall shaking the warehouse around the two of them, making the ground beneath Grow's feet shake and rumble. He gradually turned his monolithic backside to the curious doctor, raising his arms and making his lats flare out as wide as they could go. "HRRRNNGHHH...YEAH...Check out this power, doc!" he roared, his back surging to more than ten feet in width! "My my, how much you've grown. I guess every part of you is perfect... well almost." Dr. Grow drank in the view, his eyes treated to a helping of Bob's beef. With his massive legs spread wide, the doctor couldn't help but keep his focus on Bob's low swinging balls, dangerously close to riding against the floor. Even more impressively was the ass. Luscious and fat yet still powerful and rippling, the two glutes were in a constant state of squeezing the life out of the black spandex that were strung between the boulders, each one having grown higher over the waist that even Mr. Incredible's lower lumbar was nearly unviewable by the enclosure of lats and cheeks. "Oh my..." Bob snickered, wiggling his ass in the air for the doctor's enjoyment, flexing the two gigantic, mountainous glutes together. "Grrhhhh. I could crush coal into diamond between these, haha! Anything you want flattened?" he asked with a cocky tone, squatting down to let his titanic nuts rest on the ground. "Nghhff...feel so heavy hanging from my crotch like that..." "Your ass is something to behold my guinea pig." Dr. Grow started to walk back towards Bob, as to gain a better view of his rump. The heat intensified with each of his steps. No doubt the entire warehouse was a sauna of stench, windows clearly retaining droplets of moisture in the air. "In fact, there's one last thing you can do for me and after this, I'll give you the fix you so deservingly need." Bob chortled, lowering his arms and attempting to look over his shoulder at the doctor, but his traps were too damn huge to make it possible! "Heh. I dunno if you can give me what I need at this point, doc. But I'll humor ya. What's that little thing ya need?" "Lay yourself down so I can experience that luscious rump of yours. After that, I'll make sure that damn suit comes off of you, and then some." The hero grunted, squatting down further, letting his knees impact the ground with a massive earth-shaking FOOM that rattled some of the sweat off the windows. His suit was fitting him like a second skin at this point, nearly transparent from being stretched so much, his body coated in sweat and man-fur that he hadn't had before. He laid down on his front, laughing as his pecs propped him up so much that he was forced to rotate his torso to the side, hiking his ass into the air to let the doctor explore it. "Heh. Try not to get lost in there, little man." So much mass had shifted with such a change in posture. With Bob having no space below him, his titanic nuts pressed out between his legs, right before reaching the prized booty. The doctor could see it now. The older man's crack had been loaded with blonde salt and pepperish hairs, barely concealed from the red suit. It was almost time to be rid of that obstruction but first, Grow climbed on top of Bob's ballls and graciously mashed his hands against the hulking glutes. He could feel the hair trapped beneath the suit crackling and grinding up against itself as he manhandled Bob's glutes, the man-stink just as strong here as it was everywhere else, a mohawk of fur ready to burst out from between his glutes the moment the suit was torn from his body. The hero flexed one glute, then the other, like a wave filled with steel. "Hahaha, you know, guys my age usually get a prostate exam, you up for the task, doc?" he teased, reaching back to grip his glutes tightly, pulling them apart as much as he could, exposing more hair and even more man-smell. "I'll give you something better." With a new air of dominance, Grow lowered his head into the enclosure, hoping almost to please Mr. Incredible as much as he was pleasing himself. He felt in control yet a part of him still enjoyed the idea of being Bob's bitch in the end. Deeper he went. Grow was slack jawed and ready to feast from his god. His tongue readily lapped against Bob's pulse. Even through the suit he could taste Bob's incredible manly essence, coating his tongue like an oil and overwhelming his senses, making him feel warm and hard as a rock atop the weathered hero. "Grrhh...that you eatin' my ass, doc? Hard to tell with how tiny and weak you are," he grunted matter-of-factly. Bob's words fell on deaf ears. Grow can tell he was speaking with command as his powerful words almost vibrated across his body. Nevertheless, the doctor kept swiping his tongue, drinking in the moment he would never experience again. With a grunt, Bob let go of his ass cheeks, letting them gently enfold the doctor between them, feeling his mass and power and warmth and sweat and stench surround him, temporarily trapping him in this musky jungle of flesh and fuzz, surrounded on all sides by glute muscle! What Bob hadn't expected was that familiar rush of growing energy coming from his ass of all places. As euphoric as having every inch of his body caressed by man-flesh, the doctor grew Bob further, letting the walls part away as to let him breath for air. Slipping out, the doctor fell out past the testicles and onto the floor, gasping and smiling as his arm was still extended, dosing Mr. Incredible more, sealing their deal. The hulking superhero groaned with delight as he felt his body swelling upward and outward, he was growing wider faster than he was growing taller! But he didn't mind, his rock-hard member throbbing as it reached up to his chin, the middle-aged hulk laughing as he raised his arms and tore the roof of the warehouse in half with a single motion, bending the metallic roof like it was made of aluminum foil. He took a big breath of the fresh air outside, now more than 50 feet tall, laughing with a steadily-deepening voice. "Haha! Yeah, that feels AWESOME, doc! Keep going! I'm gettin' so damn BIG and it feels better the bigger I get!" It was finally happening. The paper thin fabric that squeezed against the ever expanding musculature of the hunky hero was finally tearing. Rip by rip, the red uniform was giving up its endeavor to keep Bob remotely covered. The first to go were the black tights, their defeat obvious by the god cock that Bob had, nearing a size to his own body. Dr. Grow could only gawk at how much mass the titan was gaining, though the ray gun was proving to be less potent as Bob's dense muscles needed more and more energy to grow on. His sudden burst of size slowed down a bit as the tiny man below held his arm out to keep it going. He giggled to himself, smiling and licking the salty sweat that poured down on him as he was under his creation. "You hot monster..." left his lips whisperly, but unbeknownst to the villain, Mr. Incredible just so happened to hear him. All of the superhero's senses and powers were seemingly amplified by the ray's energy, not just his size and strength! He laughed as he turned to face the doctor, casting a shadow over him thanks to his massive pecs, his gigantic nipples pointed straight down due to the heft of his chest, leaking big drops of sweat as the hot sun warmed him up even further, the thick tangles of chest and armpit fur giving up big splatters of his sweat. "Grrr, that's right, doc! A hot monster that you created! I feel UNSTOPPABLE now!!" he roared, flexing a massive bicep, making the rest of his suit tear off, the peak of his muscle so tall he could press his palm flat against it! Dr. Grow stood up in shock, amazed to see the giant so high up hear him so vividly. As his finger left the trigger, stopping the growth temporarily, a large thin shedding of super suit had landed on the doctor's head, the smell so intoxicating and addictive, he was almost hesitant on even taking it off. His super beast was fully nude, drenched and clearly horny now, his mammoth chest inhaling and exhaling as though he had just finished a brutal work out. Citizens outside could be heard panicking at the sudden emergence of a 100 ton man attempting to look down at his tiny acolyte. Out of all the chaos ensuing, Grow could only say one thing: "Wait...you can hear me?" "Yeah!" Bob said with a grin. "Why, should I not be able to? I can hear all kinds of stuff, doc. Every part of me feels stronger. "Why'd you stop with the gun? Don't you want me even BIGGER, a more POWERFUL monster-freak for you?" he asked with a cocky expression, bouncing his massive pecs, sandwiching his freakish cock between them and starting to pec-fuck himself. Supposedly the ray gun had given the monstrous man some newfound power, another unforeseeable mistake thanks to Dr. Grow's incompetence at villainy. "Well... you'd want that wouldn't you?", he said, choking on his own words, although deep down he too wanted his experiment to take on magnitudes of size. "Besides, why the hurry? Why not show me just how much you love your new size. The city has so much to offer."
As usual, please try to read part 1. If you've been reading my stories, please pay attention to the next few stories. “You think he’ll be upset with us, Colin?” Ian asks as he finishes shaving his twin’s armpits and chest, softly blowing any remaining hairs away. He runs his hands over his brother’s whole body to make sure he has not left any hair and that Colin is now as smooth as he is. “Probably Ian. But think of the fun we’ll have, and isn’t that what really matters?” As he takes a towel and brushes off the remaining loose hairs. He looks at himself in the mirror and then glances over to Ian to make sure neither missed a spot. “Yeah, but he was kind of rough last time. My ass is still recovering.” Ian says as he puts the clippers away and throws the towels and washcloths in the hamper. He gently massages his ass cheeks and moves toward his hole and softly touches the area surrounding it. “Mine too, but that is why we need to do this. If he thinks he can just toss us around and then plow our asses for his enjoyment, we need to do something.” Colin says and walks over to Ian and puts the palm of his hand on the other’s chest and gently massages his pecs. Ian instinctively flexes. Colin smiles and his dick responds as well. He puts his other hand on Ian’s ass and moves it toward the hole. Once he reaches it, he slowly inserts a finger. Ian sighs and pushes one of his fingers in as well. They both move their fingers in and out. Colin is inches away from his twin’s face, each breathing heavily, anticipating what comes next. Ian quietly replies, “I know and agree, but we did start it… And if he gets upset with us, we’re in for real pain...” He winces as Colin sticks a second and then third finger in his ass. Colin leans in and kisses Ian on the lips. “I got your ass, and your front. I’m covering both sides of you.” He says as he grasps Ian’s dick and slowly starts to jerk him off. He tenses his bicep while jerking Ian off and Ian grabs ahold of it with his free hand, massaging the muscle, coaxing his twin to flex harder. Colin senses his brothers need and obliges by releasing his dick and throwing up a bicep flex. Ian glances over, sees the flex, and moves him mouth over to it. He starts to wet the face of the muscle, coating it with his saliva. He pulls back and Colin releases his fingers from Ian’s ass and puts his hand on Ian’s head and gently pushes it back to the bicep. Ian goes back to work and starts to coat the triceps, all the way down to his brother’s armpit. He lifts his brother’s arm up over his head so he has a wide opening to the whole pit and his triceps. He plants soft sloppy kisses on the underside of the arm and takes some nibbles at the skin. Colin quivers. After shaving each other’s body completely hair free, his armpit is as smooth as his ass. Neither one was as large, muscular, or strong as the new guy, but they worked out regularly, and always together. The new plan they were on had added more muscle to both of them. They noticed their biceps were an inch bigger, their quads were showing striations, and they chests and abs had a lot more definition and hardness. They could punch each other in the abs and not do any damage. They enjoyed testing their new strength on each other, whether they were lifting each other up in a bear hug or curling each other, or wrestling to get pins (naked of course). Colin was just a bit stronger and seemed to win the lifting contests, but Ian used cunning to pin Colin. And by cunning, it meant he would insert his fingers into Colin’s ass to distract him. Ian goes to work and strikes a sensitive area and Colin starts to fidget. Ian is now tickling him with his tongue. Ian removes his other hand from his ass and puts it around Colin’s waist and seeks his brother’s hole. He finds it and quickly inserts two fingers in an attempt to get back at him. Colin giggles and says, “Bro, you can do better than that.” Ian inserts two more fingers and starts to move them around, widening the hole. Colin flexes his ass and Ian continues to wiggle his fingers around. Colin lets go of his brother’s head and puts his hand back on Ian’s dick, trying to distract him. Ian sighs and continues to wash out the pit and ravage his brother’s hole. He nudges Colin to lay back on the bed. Once he does, Ian straddles him. Legs on each side of his brother’s waist, he uses his hands to move Colin’s arms above his head and holds them down. Ian then stretches his whole body on top of Colin’s and starts to seductively move it around. Chest to chest, nipples rubbing against each other, getting hard and sensitive. Their dicks already stiff and red, become more sensitive with each movement, pre-cum dripping from both tips. “You’re causing me to waste a lot of pre-cum Ian. Get busy or get off and let me take over.” “Just because you’re 2 minutes older, doesn’t mean you’re in charge of me.” Ian says as he grinds his hips into Colin’s dick and pelvis savagely. “I can be just as dominant as you.” “Yeah, right. We’re identical everywhere except there, little bro.” Colin says condescendingly, but playfully. Ian instinctively know he’s playing with him, but still grinds his hips harder. He leans down and plants a kiss on Colin’s lips. Colin seems to enjoy it as he sighs heavily. “Keep it up dude, you’re hitting all the right buttons tonight.” Colin bucks his hips in appreciation. They look into each other’s eyes and see themselves in the other. They have always been together, best friends, and lovers for as long as they can remember. But that’s a story for another time. Now, they’re older, still best friends, and now love to play games with guys they meet. They’re not mean or malicious, but just a bit of fun to see if the other guy has a sense of humor. They’ve met guys who do and some who don’t, which has led to some bruises. They’re still up in the air about the new guy, Eddie. Ian goes back to straddling Colin and moves in for another kissing session. More intently this time. He starts by nibbling on Colin’s upper lip, then uses his tongue to spread his mouth open and invades. They are swapping spit, wrestling tongues, and wiggling about on each other uncontrollably. Both are sporting generous erections, the kind they only get when they are with each other. Colin pushes his hips up causing Ian to slide off to one side. Colin turns the tables and rolls over on Ian and is now on top. He keeps Ian’s hands trapped over his head, like Ian had done to him. He licks Ian’s face all over causing Ian to squirm and laugh. He then moves his mouth to Ian’s earlobe. He softly puts it in his mouth and uses his tongue to wet it. Ian is still squirming about, but Colin keeps him pinned down. He knows if he releases Ian’s hands, one will find its way to his ass. He playfully sticks his wet tongue into Ian’s ear and swirls it around the outer then inner parts. Ian is going crazy and Colin can feel a bit of wetness as Ian lets loose a huge spurt of pre-cum. Colin leans up, releases Ian’s hands, and says, “Not yet bro. We’re just getting started.” “What about Eddie?” Ian asks. “He can wait. Tonight is our night.” Colin says and scoots down Ian’s body and locks his lips on a nipple. He nibbles on it and Ian starts squirming again. Pleasuring each other always comes first, regardless if they’ve found someone else to play with or not. If the new guy doesn’t like it, tough shit and see ya. Colin grinds his hips into Ian’s and once he feels his brother is sufficiently erect, he opens his ass and Ian slides in, they both sigh. Ian had done a nice job opening him up. They never used lube when they were with each other. They were able to produce enough pre-cum to do the job. Ian reaches his hands up to Colin’s chest and starts massaging his pecs, which Colin flexes. Ian punches them, causing Colin to flex them. Ian’s dick becomes a bit harder due to the excitement he is feeling by punching his twin. Colin starts bouncing up and down on his dick, a nice slow and even pace. Ian continues to massage the pecs and starts bucking his hips to match his brother’s movements. Colin puts his hands on Ian’s biceps and starts to massage them like Ian did to his. Ian throws a double bi pose while on his back. Colin leans in for a kiss, which Ian accepts openly. They passionately kiss and both begin to groan. Colin picks up his motion and is grinding his ass back and forth along his brother’s length, and feels Ian release another spurt of pre-cum in his ass. He lets a glob out of his dick and it lands on Ian’s abs. Colin savagely grinds his ass into Ian’s pelvic section and lowers his chest onto Ian’s and moves it around, spreading the pre-cum. He suddenly says, “Position four.” And gets off Ian. Ian grins, gets off the bed, and squats down in front of Colin. Colin approaches and Ian engulfs his dick to the hilt in a single motion. He’s always been better at deep throating than Colin. Ian uses his tongue to clean off the pre-cum which had leaked out. Colin moans and gets a good face fucking motion going. Ian is slobbering on Colin’s dick, completely coating it, and since his twin is now hair free, he is gladly accepts the whole length. He puts his hands on Colin’s ass and is encouraging him to push harder and further into him, even though his is already all the way in. Ian runs his tongue along the protruding veins and the mushroom capped head. He gently rakes his teeth along the length and Colin shudders and releases another spurt of pre-cum right down his throat. Ian responds and a glob jets out and hits Colin on his calf. Colin says, “Careful bro, you can’t cum too soon.” Ian responds with a couple quick and fierce back and forth movements, almost completely releasing his brother’s cock from his mouth, then he engulfing it again to the hilt. He gags as Colin’s dick hits the back of his throat and his Uvula (the little thing that hangs down at the back of your mouth). He adjusts his angle and gets another millimeter of Colin in him. The gagging has subsided and both are enjoying the motion and feeling. Colin puts his hands on Ian’s shoulders and gently massages the muscles, also attempting to pull Ian closer, if possible. They keep up the pace and movement for another 5 minutes. Ian moves his hands from Colin’s ass and puts one hand on his ball sac and the other on the sensitive area between Colin’s ball sac and hole. He uses his thumb to softly massage the area, rubbing across the remaining short hairs, causing Colin to shudder. He uses his other hand to fondle the balls, tugging them and banging them around casually. Colin is beginning to shake. Ian releases his dick and removes his hands. He stands up, tenderly kisses Colon for a few minutes so they both calm and relax. He then turns around and leans over the bed. Colin moves in, jerks his dick back to full mast, and inserts it smoothly into Ian. Ian stands upright. Colin moves his hands to Ian’s midsection and starts playing with Ian’s abs, which Ian flexes. Ian leans his head back and turns it so they can continue to kiss. Colin rakes his fingers across the ridges and valleys of Ian’s abs. On the next pass, he grabs hold and pulls Ian back into him a bit more. Ian sighs and now it’s his turn to grind his ass into Colin. Colin starts roughly bucking into Ian. Ian puts his hands on top of Colin’s and they intertwine their fingers. Colin, knowing he is just a bit stronger, leans back on his heels and Ian is lifted off the ground an inch or so. Colin uses his hips to push Ian up and down on his dick. Ian lets his full weight settle onto Colin, knowing his twin would not do anything to hurt him. They let go of each other’s hand and Colin wraps one hand around Ian’s chest while the other is around his midsection, right above his erect dick, brushing against it. He continues to buck his hips and Ian is enjoying the ride. “See, Eddie isn’t the only one who can lift you up.” Ian gurgles a content response and Colin knows he is all but ready to explode. Colin moves his right hand down to Ian’s dick and starts to jerk on it. “Careful bro, I’m close” “Good.” Say Colin while licking Ian’s earlobe. He leans forward, puts Ian back down, and starts going to town on Ian’s ass, timing his bucking with his jerking. Ian moves his left hand down and joins Colin in jerking him off. Colin moves forward and begins to lick the back of Ian’s ear. Ian turns his head a bit and Colin inserts his tongue into his ear. Ian shudders, goes tense, and unleashes a massive load. Colin pulls Ian as close to him as he possibly can and gives him a reverse bear hug to make sure he does not lose his balance while letting lose. The load explodes over the bed, coating the spread. The subsequent shots coat their hands and eventually Ian’s legs. He is wiped out. He leans his head back onto Colin’s shoulder. Colin gently releases his twin’s dick and pushes him to the bed all the while still inside him. Once Ian is on the bed, Colin grabs his legs and swings them around twisting Ian from his stomach to his back. The motion and friction on his dick are overwhelming. He puts both his hands on Ian’s waist and starts to violently push his dick in and out. Ian moans again, tightens his ass as hard as he can and Colin spews forth a matching load into Ian’s ass, with some leaking out and down his leg. Colin falls forward onto the bed right on top of Ian. He withdraws his softening dick and moves into kiss Ian some more. He slides off to a side and they are next to each other drowsing off. Colin wraps an arm around his brother, leans over for one last kiss and whispers, “Night bro.”
After the lick on my nose, I knew it was going to be a fun-filled session for both of us. His sexy dark brown eyes, curly brown hair, and manicured dark brown chest hair were sexy and sensual. I stood still and he moved in for a second attempt to kiss me. He used his arms around my neck to pull himself closer to me. His lips were pursed and ready to latch on to mine. I wet my lips in anticipation. His eyes were wide open and he saw me wet my lips, but I was ready for another attempt at some tomfoolery. Just before our lips met, he tried to get me on the nose again, but I was ready. I moved my head up and caught his lower lip with my teeth. I teased it, shaking it side to side. He giggled, knowing he was caught. His giggling caused more pre-cum to escape his dick and coat my abs. I released his lower lip briefly and he came right back and applied a wet sensual kiss that would melt frozen butter in a heartbeat. He didn’t move, I didn’t move. We stood there and enjoyed the luxurious moment. Our mouths locked together, lips on lips, staring into each other’s eyes. Our tongues began dancing with each other, wrestling for position, playfully moving in and out of each other’s mouths. He pulled himself closer to me and higher up so our heads were at the same level. He locked his legs around my waist to secure himself. I moved my arms to cradle his ass. My dick was still inside him and rock hard, so he wasn’t going anywhere. He knew my strength, or at least he thought he did, and he knew he was safe as child in a parents arms, but his attempt to get closer made my chest ache like I had lost a lover, forever. In his need to feel more secure, I ached to have him as close to me as humanly possible, without hurting him. His safety and pleasure were my world. I moved my arms up his back and gently squeezed. It brought him just a bit closer and he moaned at the pressure and exhaled right into my mouth. The warmness of his breath entering my mouth and tickling the back of my throat made me quake. Our closeness was more than sexual, it was innately intimate, utterly personal, and there was a wholeness between the two of us no one else would ever experience or share. We continued to kiss, rewetting our lips as needed. I closed my eyes and let him take over. Giving him control of how we progressed made me happy. He put his hands on the sides of my head, I opened my eyes to see what he was up to, and he pulled his lips back. He smiled and moved in again. This time he came straight at my mouth. Pursed wet lips hit mine, oh so gently and briefly, then pulled back. He came in again, hit my lips a bit harder, and lingered on them for an extra moment. He ran his tongue into the little space between our lips, wetting both. I reclosed my eyes knowing play time was over, now PLAYTIME had begun. He pulled back and came back in oh so slowly. I sensed rather than felt when they were about to hit for the third time. Very gentle pressure at first, but it increased as his lips made complete contact with mine. His lips were oh so soft and full. Just the pressure alone was making me crazy. I wanted to pull his head completely to mine, but knew this would ruin it for him if I took over. I let him continue to apply pressure as he saw fit. He kept kissing me, more forcefully now. He wrapped his left arm around the back of my head and pulled my mouth as close to his as possible. He was moaning continually and I joined in. He used his tongue to trace the outside of my mouth. The gentleness and softness of the movements belied his desire to want chew at my lips and suck the air from my mouth. He moved his lips back over mine and began to explore my teeth, tongue, and mouth as if he had never experienced them before. He squirmed in my arms again, trying to get a better angle at my mouth. I obliged by thrusting my hips up, raising him an inch or two. His appreciation was immediate. He squeezed his ass on my dick to hold the position. He then darted his tongue into my mouth caressed my teeth. Starting on my upper right side, he moved the front of his tongue along the inside of my teeth, massaging the area where each tooth met the skin. The feeling was heavenly. The caressing of his tongue felt just like when his fingers zig-zagged across my biceps, stirring my hair. He worked his way around my entire mouth including the roof of my mouth. Feeling his taste buds rasp along the smooth roof would have made mortal men erupt on the spot, but I kept my cool and let him torture me with his arsenal of weapons. When he finished he pulled back but put his tongue between my upper teeth and lip and closed his mouth on the area. He gently sucked on my upper lip, wetting it with generous amounts of saliva. He withdrew his tongue and moved his lips to my lower lips and did the same. He stuck his tongue out and put it in the area under my lower lip, coaxing more of my lower lip into his mouth. He sucked and kissed and wet my lips until he grew weary. His eyes had the urgent look of wanting to pleasure me more, but they also had a look of exhaustion. I relaxed my grip on his back, he released the grip his ass had on my dick and slid back down a few inches. Now I was looking down into deep brown eyes, thinking how did I deserve this guy? He did everything to make sure I was pleasured and fulfilled. I playfully slapped his ass. He stared at me, mouth agape, and I moved my tongue right into the opening like it was an invitation.