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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.

First chapter of the story in which you are going to help Sonja work on her mega shredded, rippling with muscle mass pectorals till she or you can't no more... ___________________________________________________________________________________ I descended to our basement gym, anticipating to see Sonja. Images of her brutally muscular physique have been running over my head the whole day. We’ve been dating for almost three months and I simply couldn’t think about anything else rather than this young beautiful muscle beast. Being in her 20s, Sonja has taken quest for bodybuilding perfection into completely otherworldly level, and I was lucky to be a part of this process. From the veryfirst days she has totally blown my mind by her torturous workouts and mega-raw, neverending training sessions. She loved me to watch her gut-wrenching sets of absolutely impossible reps with really insane amounts of weight, which usually made me doubting her very humanity, as well as admiring her cosmic will power. Will power that allowed Sonja to pack and stuff her body with utterly unbelievable amounts of pure, undiluted muscle mass. She always was more than happy when I had a chance to assist her in those agonizing training sessions, which intensified progressively; especially in the last weeks she started to ask me to push her further, way over the limits, and demanded more and more from all the huge she-beef she has packed. I found it extremely erotic and couldn’t agree more in providing her some additional motivation, watching and admiring Sonja sculpting her body bigger, harder, and more unnaturally, disturbingly ripped and strong in her insane pursuit of monstrous muscle mass and strength. This time, after noticing my presence in the gym, Sonja let go of the bar for pull-ups, landed heavily on the concrete floor and dismounted two heavy kettlebells from her waist. My eyebrows jumped up as I read the marks “50-kg” engraved on each of the heavy pieces of iron. “Gawd, that’s one hundred kilos you’ve been hanging with…”, I exclaimed in awe. My admiration always has been the best way to say hi. I looked straight at her. Sonja’s bulging frame was only covered by a very thin black thongs and yellow sports bra, and it was painfully stretched by her rhythmically heaving up and down massive pectoral pistons. They sheer volume seemed to be close to the size of those two heavy kettlebells! Her young beautiful face was largely contrasting with the massive radiating musculature most world class bodybuilders would die for. Taking time to reply with the look full of determination and after-workout exhaustion, Sonja was just gazing upon her impossibly shredded body in the mirrored wall. And I could read in those lovely eyes how every copious, overdeveloped fibre of Sonja's being, the very core of her existence and will power, was singularly focused on bulking up her young body with as much abnormally huge, vein-popping muscle she-beef as possibly. And then… even more… “Hi sweetie”, Sonja voice was soft like silk as she continued nonchalant “Not just hanging… I needed… some extra weight for my warm-up set of pull-ups…”, she licked her lips still starring at the muscle goddess in the mirror with the look full of insatiable addiction for more and more ridiculous muscle mass. I found it extremely erotic how Sonja openly lusted after her own monstrous musculature. She then brought her arms up into a skin-bursting double biceps pose and those bloated, awesomely engorged slabs of muscles solidified into a screaming flex. Football-sized bulges grew upward, and horseshoe-masses grew downward. Her arms inflated to well over twenty-two inches of vascular, hard beef. As Sonja held the flex, she finally turned to me. Gawd, how stunning her physique was with all the insane erupting muscle mass. “Glad you made it today honey… because this time… I want you to help me and push these babies really, really hard…”, Sonja sensually caressed her quivering biceps tops with her own fingers, then uncurled her arms and brought them up again, flexing harder. This time I noticed an apple-sized bulges bloated on top of her already huge biceps, pushing her fingers apart and meaning she has developed peaks on top of her biceps peaks!; her upper body was nothing far from a bulging muscular Adonis. Then Sonja released her double biceps flex and crunched her abs, which exploded into a stack of billiard-balls-sized bulges, complemented on each side by super defined striated serratus and obliques. With her eyes on me she held the flex and grunted slowly, “I am ready… to go truly hardcore for you today…”, she crunched more and billiard-balls-sized bulges grew into ripe-orange-sized ones! Another crunch and finger-sized veins appeared on each of them. In awe I watched how Sonja’s waist expanded by inches due to the increasing girth of her abdominal wall. I swear I could let my pinkie finger fully disappear in the depth between those insanely shaped abs-cubes! “Gnnhhaaa…”, hell knows how has she developed those huge, killing abdominal cubes. While my brain was processing this fact, and to my great shock, she suddenly grunted louder, crunched forward more and her black, lacy thong sprang up, being pushed by yet another pair of lower abdominals! “Gawd… your abs… never seen them so big…”, I mumbled to myself. Sonja only smiled, licked her lips again and whispered sensually, “Yess… I know… I’ve worked really hard on them recently… but today I will push your favourite muscle group… to the limit… and then… with your help… even over it…”. Seeing how my eyebrows jumped up, she took a step closer to me and flexed into an incredible most muscular pose. A wave of bulging sinew cascaded down from her shoulders, into her man-shaming pecs, then down into her already trembling abdominals. Her biceps crashed at the expanding mass of her chest, audibly scratching at each other! “Uuuhhh… yesss… my… pecssss…”, Sonja breathed out heavily, indulging herself into the agape feeling to her extremely shredded muscle body. With that her very well-tanned calves, then her thighs, too, blew up in definition and size as well. Thick veins engorged around her neck and went down, disappearing under her stretched to the max sports bra as her traps climbed higher and her pectorals pushed forward, testing the humble material to its limit. It seemed to be my lucky day, I just couldn’t wait any longer and encouraged the hyper- muscular beast right away, “Ohh… babe, do you think you can flex that tiny chest of yours a bit more for me?”, I always loved to lease her that way. Fire lit up in Sonja’s eyes, she straightened her back up, put her hands on her hips and thrust out her already massive chest right at me. I watched in awe those radiating pecs strained the stretchy fabric of her top near to bursting. A muscle cleavage almost 4 inches deep formed in between those bulging Scylla and Charybdis-like rocks of perfect she-beef. I was more than impressed, but kept it cool and said, “Now I see something, but still, it isn’t enough I guess…”. The sound of my voice failed to hide my complete admiration and surrender to probably the biggest, fullest pair of pectorals ever seen. “Nhhaa… honey… I will… burn myself… so hard… for you today… Gnnghaaa…!”, Sonja groaned deeply, flexed some more and amazingly, her chest expanded further! The muscle cleavage grew to 5 inches in depth and in shock I watched how her trembling in effort pecs started tearing the sports bra apart, as her chest muscles gradually bloated with more and more bulging mass and vascularity! “Uuuhhhh… fuuuuck…!”, Sonja groaned as her pecs grew in volume and her top tore apart right down the centre, exposing the sexiest, most freakish pair of pecs, which were at least five inches thick! Her nipples were almost 2 inches long and pointing straight forward at me like bullets. Before I managed to say something, Sonja gazed me and purred, “I know… it’s not enough…”, she then picked up a big 25-kg weight plate and lifted it to her chest level. “Let’s do… a chest warmup before we start the real thing…”. In a feat of wild muscle control, Sonja began to spread her pectorals apart, enlarging the gap of her cleavage and inserted the heavy plate right into it and then brought her pecs together again, locking the weight between them! Incredibly, her chest engulfed half of the plate’s diameter. She let it go with her hands and starred at me, proud of what her overdeveloped musculature has just achieve. Her breathing became more rapid, more thicker veins ran all over those huge slabs of pectoral flesh as she held that flex and secretly urged me to push her further. Dumbstruck by this crazy feat of strength I came to my senses and went on, yet with some uncertainty in my voice “Nnn… not enough… show me… more…”. After hearing those words Sonja’s thongs got even wetter. Still holding that chest flex, she threw her head back and I saw her bulky legs sliding slowly apart, until she landed into a perfect 180-degree split. Such kind of flexibility was almost the last thing to expect considering all the bulging muscle meat on her tree-trunk thighs, yet Sonja wasn’t even close from stopping to surprise me. After resting her hands on those amazing quadriceps, she hardened the grip of her chest on the 25-kg plate, flexed her left pec and said as the muscle fibres bulged, jutting her left pectoral even more forward, “Bring… those…”, she then flexed her right pec, it bulged, blasting all the she-beef also forward and continued, “…kettlebells… closer… nghaa…”. It has taken almost all of my strength to drag those big 50-kg iron bulbs one by one and place them in front of this muscle angel. “You want… mmooorreee…?”, she sighed smiling seductively and encircling her fingers over the grips of those big kettlebells still keeping the perfect split form and a 25-kg locked firmly between her mammoth pectorals. Then Sonja grit her teeth grunting, lifted the two kettlebells over her chest level and literally rested them on the upper surface of her monstrous pecs! “Ghhnnghaaa…!!”, more blood surged to her overdeveloped chest, as her pectorals grew so big they formed two solid platforms to accommodate the five inches in diameter kettlebells bases!!! As she put her hands back to rest on her chiselled rock-hard glutes, I was speechless, watching Sonja’s chest transforming into something that would shame any most hardcore male bodybuilder. Her hypertrophied chest muscle literally supported 100 kilograms, and at the same time their criss-crossed with thick veins inner sides were pressing tuff at each other for holding a weighted 25-kg plate! “Uuughhh… ghaaa… do… you… nhaa… like it…”, her breathing became heavier as her pecs were turning into two huge, striated, phone-book-sized blocks of angular mass. I couldn’t say a word so she went on, “And I’ve… ghaa… only… started… nghuuu…” While Sonja held this torturous weighted flex, I saw something that both sickened and infatuated me at the same time. It looked like the expanding muscles of Sonja’s chest caused her nipples to come alive and they got thicker and even longer, reaching 2,5 inches in lengths. My mouth dropped open at the moment she reached with her hands further back behind her ripped glutes, picked up two 10-kg plates and brought their openings over her vibrating with power and love nipples… _______________________________________________________________________ For the Part 2 and some other stories check www.patreon.com/foker

One of the most insane strength demonstrations from Sissy. ______________________________________________________________________ Sissy’s Strength. Part 1 “Uuuughhh…”, Sissy breathed out heavily. She has been hanging from the bar for gawd already knows how long. Two intimidating 25-kg plates were attached to her waist, hooked to a big brown leather belt by a thick steel chain. Apart from that belt, Sissy’s incredibly muscular body was covered only by a high-waste black thongs, leaving her man-shaming pectoral shelf completely exposed. With her eyes half closed, she grunted on the exhale, flexed her big, ever-expanding biceps and slowly heaved herself upwards again. As her absolutely massive naked pectorals audibly pressed on the chin-ups bar from the bottom I could only mutter in disbelief, “One hundred… no way… you really did it…!”. Sissy opened her beautiful green eyes and her look landed on me. “I’ve promised you… to show… nghaa… how strong my muscles are…”, I marvelled at her voice, it was soft like silk despite the strain she has been in already for hours. Sissy licked her upper lip and added then, “And I have only started…”. To my big surprise, the muscle girl of my dreams didn’t rest at all after performing 100 heavily weighted chin-ups and lowered herself to the half pull-up position, also lifting her straight legs to the horizontal. The two heavy plates on the chain dangled, illuminating the basement gym with a bright steel sound. Her biceps now fully flexed were crisscrossed with thick blue veins on their surface, complementing the impressive boulder-sized bulges. I could do nothing but stare at the rippling and packed with hard muscles abdominal wall in front of me as this unbelievable young muscle angel rose her massive legs up. Sissy had a very cut 8-pack with two more additional smaller bulges disappearing under her thongs! Each and every of her abs-cubes was about the size of a ripe orange, visibly pulsating with power. They were forming numerous minor abs-cleavages almost 2 inches deep. My eyes tracked those bulging canyons up only to stare dumbfoldly at her insanely packed chest. Noticing this, Sissy flexed her striated pec muscles, which jumped and enlarged in all the directions! The muscle beauty smiled a bit and flexed her left, then her right pec, each one bunching into a mass of fibers and thick veins. After a couple of bounces, she flexed them together really hard and both huge pectoral plateaus rose higher, again almost touching the chin-up bar. Gawd, just how many hours a day should one spend bench-pressing in order to get a chest of this size and definition!? My mind simply couldn’t comprehend the fact this young muscle angels was only 18… “Okay… now I want you… to put one of those chains on each of my ankles”, Sissy’s words brought me back from my trance. I was confused but quickly obeyed and put a 25-kg big steel chain on each of her legs as requested, following her demand in daze. Both weights seemed to provide zero impact as Sissy’s tree-trunk legs haven’t dropped even an inch! Yet her beautiful face got more defined, sparks of determination. There was a dozen of metal hooks on these chains and her next asking got me increasingly exited of what this young muscle stunner was about to do. “Please… add two plates on each chain… nghaaa…”, she said. Not needed to be asked twice I grabbed two 10-kg metal disks in each hand. At the moment I was about to needle them on the chain’s hooks Sissy screamed out loud, “Noo…! Please… ghhaa…”. Stepping back, I was a bit disappointed but also somehow glad she reasoned herself and accepted the already hard enough challenge. “Noo…! Please…”, Sissy repeated and what came next made me drop the disks suddenly. “Heavier… put… the 25-kg ones… to each ankle…”. What?! Was she joking? After so many weighted pull-ups? No way... This time I had to pick up each heavy plate with my two hands, really struggling to lift them at my chest level in order to hook them to the chains on her legs. Moments later a marvelled at the terrible load Sissy was supporting in her half pull-up, piked position with total 75 kilograms hanging from each of her ankles! Her big thighs were now flexing hard, pencil-sized veins travelling all over them as her quadriceps bulged up and to the sides with hard female she-beef. With her toes pointing horizontally, Sissy’s calves expanded as well, forming insanely large heart-shaped masses. She just hanged there, holding all the weight and I stared in amazement at this muscle angel’s legs filled out to the size one could only see, on those packed with steroids, freakishly huge male bodybuilders. Seconds ticked away and the young muscle beauty slowly began to grunt in between her heavy breathes. “Ghhrnnhh… Ufff….”, with her head thrown back she was holding the 150 kilograms stretched on her ankles plus the 50 kilograms attached to her waist with the same flawless manner as she performed those pull-ups before! I couldn't believe what I was seeing right in front of my eyes, it seemed impossible. So much weight in this agonized position, despite her huge, really well-developed musculature. It had to be too much! I simply stared and stared, alternating the focus from her strained bulging thighs to the extremely massive and vascular abdominal, which seemed to double their size now, looking more like ripe grapefruits! Two minutes… Three… Four minutes passed. At the five-minute mark, Sissy’s grunts turned more into screams and growls, “Ghhhghaaa…!! Ppfffghuuuu…!! Mmmhhaaaa… ”, in between those deep guttural growls, her immense pectorals expanded convulsively, her lungs fighting for oxygen to fuel all those hard-working muscle groups of her exhausted body. After 10 minutes of this pure muscle-devastating agony, Sissy was shaking violently with the effort, her insanely bulging abdominal muscles seemingly locked in spasm, yet somehow expanding forward and her biceps straining as if about to burst in order to keep that gut-wrenching half pull-up form. Somehow sensing I was admiring those absolutely massive, bulging with freakish female muscle mass biceps, Sissy managed to flex her arms even more! Crazily big bulges grew upward, and horseshoe-masses of her trembling triceps grew downward. Her arms inflated to well over twenty-one inches of vascular, hard she-beef. As she held that agonizing flex, I noticed an additional apple-sized bulge bloating on top of her already huge, man-shaming biceps. This girl was so hardcore that she had peaks on top of peaks of muscles! To see a girl of such beauty bursting with such an incredible muscle mass amid one of the most difficult strength demonstration was really freakish… Catching her breath and pausing her heavy grunts Sissy lifted her head, looked at me and whispered in a very soft, seductive voice, “Mmooorreee… Weight… UUGHHHhh…”. Her upper body now looking like a bulging muscular supernova and the contrast between the voice she said those words in and her appearance was simply shocking. With trembling hands I added another 25-kg plate to each of her ankles, bringing the total load she was holding suspended on her straightened legs to impossible 200 kilograms! Her legs went down a bit, but only for a brief moment. With a load groan Sissy lifted them back up, restoring the agonizing pike position. As I was stepping back, I noticed a strange perspiration was flowing down the steel chain attached to her waist. With a shock I realized that Sissy’s black thongs were now completely wet and couldn't contain her pussy juices anymore! Her love liquid was dropping on the concrete floor from the weights, accompanying the constant flow of orgasms. It was one of the sexiest scenes I’ve ever seen. Sissy’s deep growling paused again, she sucked in a big lungful of air and breathed out, pushing her colossal pecs ever further forward flexing them really hard, “Uuuhhhh… Yessss… Please… Put… Moooreee… Weight… Nghaaa…!”. Sissy’s muscle lust was insane. Loosing tracks of reality I obeyed and added another two plates, making the weight hanging from each of her ankles reach unthinkable 125 kilograms. And then, whether willing to end her terrible suffering or to show her that there are limits she has to respect and be aware of, I put another two plates and jumped back in fear. “GGRHRHHHAAAA…!!!”, a wild animalistic roar escaped Sissy’s mouth as the total load of 300 kg began to drag her over-exhausted legs towards the floor. Her biceps started to loose their strength as well, and she had to uncurled her arms to a hanging position. I was ready to see her falling down at any second now, but to my disbelief Sissy managed to stop the downfall of her straightened legs at about half way. Her eyes on fire landed again on me. Then her mouth went open wide, she stuck her tongue as far out as it would go and screamed “AAAARRGGHH…!!!”. With unthinkable willpower Sissy started to lift her legs up, back to perfect horizontal position, taking the terrible strain! Though it was taking an awful toll on her she restored the previous form, never taking her eyes of me while doing this. Her shaking had become a whole body shiver that rapidly progressed into a violent shuddering, as she somehow willed her amazingly shredded, powerful muscles, definitely already beyond exhaustion, to fight against the overwhelming weight of total 350 kg! And I was simply in awe of this insane demonstration of strength and endurance. “Impossible… how… you are… this is… crazy… no one could be this strong!”, I almost shouted the last words. It’s been way over 15 minutes she was holding this gut-wrenching killing position... All of a sudden Sissy’s eyes lit up with even more fire, her look full of pure, raw, animal determination and will. “Watch… this… Nghaaaa…!”, With a guttural roar of pain, the incredibly packed young muscle angel began to move agonizingly slow her toes apart, keeping them at the same height, until her horizontal legs were at totally impressive 180 degree angle to one another! She literally performed a perfect air split with 150 kg of hard steel suspended from each of her trembling ankles! Her face in pain and odd pleasure, her eyes on me all the time, as if pleading of confirmation that I’m really witnessing how truly hardcore her body is. An unbelievable weighted air split of perfect form! Seeing this, and especially her bulging crotch, as angular and vascular as the rest of her, I gagged and dropped to my knees in front of this crying in pain young muscle beast. I have never thought this kind of feat of strength could be human possible… Yet Sissy was doing it right in front of my very eyes! “Impossible… girl… this is fucking insane…”, I could only mutter. “Ufff… Gnnnhaaa…”, she groan heavily and to my amazement flexed her pectorals even more so they exploded in alien mass of shredded she-beef. With that her 3-inches long nipples looked straight down her thighs! Corners of Sissy’s mouth went up and I watched as more tears began to stream down her checks and then she said in her silk voice “Are… you… nghaaa… ready… for… nghff…. Moooorreeee…!?” _____________________________________________________________ Check for continuation as well as for more stories at www.patreon.com/foker

Trevor was aprehensive. The cave he was exploring smelled like bad news, no matter how his curiosity said it would all pay off when he would find something interesting, even if the odds of this happening were low. He thought about going back home multiple times, but truth is he had nothing better to do that afternoon. When he found that place, some days back, something inside him insisted he should take a look. Trevor ignored at first, the thought, but it grew inside him the more he tried to put it aside, so he gave in. The day of the small adventure, he packed his backpack with some essential supplies in case of needing anything, and there he was, into that dark and humid place. As much as at first things looked dangerous and exciting, after a few moments walking and walking, that feeling started to dissipate, and boredom took over. Nothing was in sight, the walls were grey and plain, and it seemed like he was reaching the end of it. Sitting down on the floor, playing with his lantern, he was preparing to return when he caught a discrete opening next to him. The adventure wasn't finished. Going in, he found a somewhat big sort of chamber in the cave, in the walls, he could see some scriptures and some rudimentar drawings, finally something worth of his time. Trevor could not understand the drawings or what was "written", the only thing he understood was a vivid human-like image, but that figure was odd, it was massively muscular, in a way hard to describe. As he was walking, something else caught his attention. There was a silver puddle next to the edge of the chamber, he walked closer and as it was shallow he could see that there was something in its bottom. Something that was shaped like a small plaque... He got on his knees and put his hand in that weird liquid, that was warm and thicker than water, to get the plaque. It was a dogtag. Someone contemporary to him was there before, he thought, that is interesting, interesting indeed. The dogtag was soaked in that liquid, but he putted in anyway. It looked nice, manly. With that, he thought, his adventure was over, time to return home. He had time to breathe and start walking but shortly after putting the dogtag, he felt like his skin was burning. So much pain was inside him, he could barely scream. He got in his knees again, and flexed his arms. Something was wrong, very wrong, but he did not have much time to reflect on it, as it hit him, he started... started to grow. He screamed as his body stretched and his muscles expanded. His arms were getting bigger and larger by the minute, he felt his face unbearably warm and could listen to the sound of breaking bones. His body was reassambling, somehow. As his abs came to life, and his pecs were growing robust and big, his shoulders grew wider and competed for space with his powerful neck, that was also expanding, covered in veins and with every muscle in evidence. His first high pitched scream got deeper and turned to a roar. He was roaring. His clothes were giving in, he could hear the first rips, he could feel his tearing collar, his sleeves reduced to shreds as his massive body transformed, soon, he was free from his shirt, his backpack fell on the floor, as the handles teared apart. As he roared, he noticed something in his mind, something warm, something, like a sort of... pleasure. In all that pain and agony, as he was sweating, roaring, confused and scary, it all started to gave in to pleasure, but not only that, a sort of power, a rush of testo flowed through him, once and once again. His cock awoke in his pants, and quickly started to tear itself free from his trunk and pants. It was fully alive now. His mind was dominated by thoughts of muscle, growth, primal instincts to fight, show strength and fuck, fuck savagely. He couldn't think of anything else, at a point, he couldn't think, all he could do was grunt, roar, and enjoy his ongoing changes, that were not over yet. Streams of cum started to roll down from his nips, that were getting thicker and more sensitive. He stroke them and felt like never before. He was touching itself all over, masturbating furiously, feeling pleasure on his whole body, it was all a pleasure spot. His pre-cum soon gave in to floods of his thick seed, that came from his massive cock and nipples. He was changing, at a point, multiple horns started to erupt from his head, first slowly then furiously, tearing his skull and changing his appearance deeply. It was done. He transformed. He then let the most guttural, thickest roar out. And only then, he somehow came back from the frensy. "Fuck..." He could see himself in the puddle, he transformed into a massive creature of muscle and power, his glorious had 6 horns, looking both intimidating and deeply sexually pleasing. He had strong jaws and his eyes were changed beyond recognition. His shoulders and neck were impossibly large and thick, the silver chain of his dogtag flowed on his massive pectorals like a river, and the dangling dogtag in the middle of his pec ravines. His arms were extremely muscular and thick, and so was his abs, so strong, it was hard to believe it was all him. And his legs were powerful, suiting of the God he became. "I'm... huge now... Fuck... so... so masculine... Fuck, I need to fuck" He violently stroked his fucking cock multiple times and his cum soon covered him. This was a new beginning.