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  1. CardiMuscleman

    The Student and the Coach

    Part One "Yeah, come on, coach, you've got this in the bag!" James was not the only one cheering at the small, but powerfully built men on stage in the over 60's class of his local bodybuilding contest, but he was certainly the loudest, and with good reason. His coach, Larry, was almost certain to win his fifth regional title in as many years and as he finished off his routine with a most muscular that defied his size, he smiled, bowed to the audience and strode off back stage where his student picked him up and grunted "You may only be ten stone, but this is how much I want to congratulate you!" As he placed Larry on the ground a few seconds later, Larry just smiled and said "Remember, this time last year you couldn't even pick me up, but I thank you. It's nice to get some positive feedback from a student" and with that they went off to prepare Larry for the presentation. Larry and James really couldn't have been more different if they tried. Larry was 69 years old, had been training since his 14th birthday and although only standing 5ft 2 tall and weighing 138lbs, his 38½ inch chest, 33½ inch waist, 13 inch biceps, 21 inch quads and 14½ inch calves looked hewn from granite. James, on the other hand, was not only ten inches taller, but worlds apart. He weighed 220lbs, but with a 46 inch chest, 45 in waist, 13 inch biceps, 23 inch quads and 14½ inch calves, it was obvious that he had a long way to go to match his coach, but that did not dampen his enthusiasm for his coach and what he lacked in muscle, he more than made up for in cleverness. Indeed, it was his idea to create a social media account for his coach's bodybuilding exploits, accounts which were regularly shared by the stars of bodybuilding although James made quite sure that everyone realised that Larry's muscle development was following the "PHS method" of training which Larry explained as the "Porthos, Hercules and Samson" method of training until he couldn't do anymore and without any drugs whatsoever. That evening as the two drove home, James nursing the trophy like a baby, he looked at it and said "Larry, did you really mean what you said last year when I joined your gym. That in the space of three years I could win one of these myself!" Larry chuckled "Of course I did, I mean look at your progress. Your bench, squat and deadlift have increased exponentially from nothing to 104lbs, 94lbs and 84lbs respectively, you can pick me up for at least thirty seconds when you couldn't managed it before, and might I note that you've become more confident as well" and with that smiled at him. "Yes" smiled James, "my naked posing sessions after we train" and with that added, "I can't help myself, I say. After I train I feel, well, like, like the biggest and strongest man in the world, I want to rip off my posing suit and flex, flex, flex" "Tell you what then" smiled Larry, "special treat this evening. Before I tuck into my post contest ice cream, we'll pose down together, naked, and you can show me what poses I should do for my next guest posing session next weekend, Deal?" "Deal!" nodded James, frantically.
  2. wbjason

    The Grow Fish

    After a fun weekend on the beach, I had a bit of inspiration and this is the start of what I thought would really just be a short scene type of story. Please forgive the typos, grammatical errors and such as I just needed to get this started and posted... I literally couldn't sleep with this story floating around in my head haha. Hope you enjoy! The Grow Fish Part 1 The weather was perfect. You couldn’t ask for a better day on the beach, and it was the 4th of July no less! The local gay beach would be overrun with guys from LA to San Diego, and as luck would have it, I arrived with my boyfriend early enough to secure a prime spot, just up the sand from the wave tossed water front. This was exactly where you wanted to be to watch all the hot, bathing suit-clad guys as they ran into the water in varying degrees of near nakedness. Yes, today would be the perfect start to another glorious Southern California summer! My boyfriend, Jesse, and I had been dating nearly 7 months. Surprising to both of us, considering our much longer history of chatting on and off on Grindr. It took us practically a year to even meet in the first place. I wasn’t in a hurry to date, enjoying new found freedom from my previous relationship… Ok lets call it what it is: I was being a sex crazed man-whore. And with the body I’d been working on over the past couple years, finding some hot hookups was not a challenge! At just a hair under 6 foot, I’d taken my 32 year old rather average and slightly overweight 215 pound body down to a lean, muscular 185. Not that I let it go to my head, really. I was still a bit modest and unused to the amount of attention I could garner from the thirsty crowd of horny males cluttering the gay apps… all ultimately looking for sex, thinly veiled behind a mask of friendship or gym buds, or whatever line they cared to use. But modesty didn’t stop me from enjoying the reward of my hard work! In contrast, Jesse, was all too happy to give me time and space to explore. Apparently, he saw more in me than one night of fun. We did meet last spring, however, and hit it off epically. What originally started as a few dates turned into a couple months, and some really great sex along the way. While he’s not a buffed up gym rat like myself, he sports a smaller, less muscular 5’7” dancer’s frame. The difference is actually what I find appealing… I get to be the big muscular boyfriend, and he loves appreciating my bigger body and how it feels against his own. Sometimes I'd even noticed him proudly showing off his man to his friends via some of my Instagram photos. Eventually, though, he broke it off, saying I was still unprepared for anything serious. We stayed in touch, and after months with a growing sense of desire for something more concrete and a distaste for all the meaningless sex, I asked him out again. With some obvious trepidation and discussion of what he was truly looking for in this potential relationship, we agreed to make it exclusive. Now, nearly 2 years after our initial online conversation, here we were: madly in love, enjoying the sun, sand, and cleverly disguised drinks of Gatorade and vodka with our close friends, under one of a couple hundred canopies, umbrellas and tents that lined the beach. All that remained was to kick back, and mentally undress the horde of sexy men flaunting their bodies before us, while avoiding eye contact with any previous hookups that I preferred not to have to introduce to Jesse as they walk by. Of course, that didn’t stop a few from making their presence known, along with a handful of friends I actually enjoyed seeing amongst the crowd. A couple hours into the day, I saw a couple from my gym. They are a somewhat oddly paired match once you get to know them a bit, but are the sweetest and truthfully sexiest married couple I know. Hell, they even wanted to have me over one evening for some fun, but schedules never worked out in my favor sadly. Nevertheless, both go by Chris strangely enough, both are nurses, and share the same height of about 5’8”. However, thats where the differences start. While Chris #1 is a fiery and outgoing Latino with a leaner build and a wild streak, Chris #2 is a quiet, reserved Asian guy with a thicker muscular body and a go with the flow personality. I honestly never can quite tell what he’s thinking, he just smiles and lets life happen. We stood a while, catching up on each others lives, talking about how I was doing with Jesse and the new relationship, and other random gossip of the day. Chris #1 continued on about their latest adventures at EDC in Las Vegas and all the fun they had, when suddenly he stopped mid sentence. His eyes grew large, as I could tell his attention was drawn away to something happening beyond our conversation near the water. It wasn’t until his usual effeminate exclamation of “oh my god”, that I turned to see what was happening behind me. A rather large fish (what I thought to be an over grown dolphin) had washed ashore, and had a small group of guys gathering around it. Dolphins aren’t an uncommon sight around our beaches. They’re often seen swimming through the open waters, scaring surfers, and delighting tourists, but I’d never seen one this close, or this large. The group of guys around it seemed to be discussing what to do and how to get it back in the water, when two of them bent down to touch it. What happened next set both of my nurse friends running into action, as I stood there mouth agape. Upon contact, both guys appeared to have been shocked with a sort of electrical discharge and flew several feet back from where they were kneeling. Naturally, this caused the other guys around the creature to quickly retreat, leaving it to suffer further on the wet sand alone. About the time that my two friends reached the two that were unconscious, I snapped out of my stupor and joined them to see how I could help. Latino Chris had reached one of the guys and knelt over him, asking him if he was ok and shaking his shoulder to see if he was responsive. However, his arm recoiled when he grabbed the guy’s shoulder, and he yelled, “Shit! I just got shocked.” He attempted to rouse the guy again, roughly rubbing his chest and once again jerking back from an apparent shock. Asian Chris seemed to be having the same experience as they looked at each other, sitting on the sand next to the bodies and discussed what to do. One victim seemed to be breathing while the other next to my Latino friend either was not breathing at all or it was so shallow it was undetectable. He reached up to his neck to check for a pulse and despite some obvious discomfort from more electrical shock, he determined the guy needed CPR. His husband moved over and started compressions as best he could, while Latino Chris performed the mouth to mouth breathing functions. Both would take a few seconds between their duties to back off, shaking their hands or head and release a few expletives due to the jolts they were taking, then return to action. Not even my own CPR training could have prepared me for something like this. You never actually expect to use it, much less face something so bizarre in the process of trying to save a life. Ultimately, the guy started breathing and shuddered back to life after about a minute of CPR. Coughing, he weakly sat up and put his head between his knees, trying to catch his breath and recover from the trauma. The Chris’s fell back on the sand, breathing heavily from the dramatic experience and rested for a moment. The 2nd victim began to stir as well, and we could breath a sigh of relief that it seemed they would be just fine. After a few moments, I gave my hand to my friends to help them up off the ground. To my surprise both of them shocked me! It felt almost like a quick static discharge and it was done. I shook my hand out and laughed, as I asked them if they were ok. Looking up from my hand I realized, at that moment, I wasn’t looking at the top of their heads like I usually do. Instead, Asian Chris was eye to eye with me, if not slightly higher, and Latino Chris was clearly looking down at both of us from a few inches above. My first response was to look down at the sand, as I must have been standing in a hole or they were on the higher part of the beach as it sloped up from the water. But neither was true, and the odd height difference was just the beginning. In fact, I watched as both of their feet elongated slightly, pushing through the sand a couple inches. Then calve muscles developed, pushing out an inch or two on either side of their legs, followed by their quads. Latino Chris’s growth was even more prominent as his legs exploded with new muscle and size. Large tear drop shapes formed as his quads pulsed bigger, pushing into each other and causing him to adjust his stance significantly. My gaze traveled higher as his cute red, white and blue speedos stretched to its limit both in the back and the front. Already decently endowed (he’d once told me he was just shy of 7.5” downstairs), I saw his suit bulge forward like a water balloon. The top opened slightly as his cock grew in obvious length and girth, competing for space against his enlarging balls. A curved portion of his brown hose like penis pushed up and over the edge of his speedos, the head buried somewhere far below visibility, which just served to accentuate his new size. Even in its current flaccid state, I couldn’t imagine it being anything less than 9 or 10 inches soft and already thicker than any cock I’d ever seen. His abs, which had already been well maintained, began popping into greater definition, the valleys between them etching deeper and deeper by the second. The top row was quickly being eclipsed by a growing shadow casted by pecs which had previously been firm and tight, but were now much fuller and stretching all directions into large manly slabs of meat, and pushing out a couple inches from his chest. While his nipples began pointing downward and tanned areolas growing wider than a half dollar coin, the sides of his pecs were beginning to spill out beyond my view, rubbing against swollen and inflating veiny biceps. Large and growing arms attached to thick, rounded deltoids practically the size of my own head, began to flex in response to the growth being experienced. Unexpectedly, I heard him chuckle, the typical effeminate voice I’d grown accustomed to now gone and replaced with a much deeper rumble. I looked up now, further than before, and stumbled back a step, shocked by how much taller he’d gotten. My eyes were just level with his chin, so I had to guess he was close to 6’6” now, maybe more… a growth of practically 10” in just minutes! His face, sitting above ominously sloping, thick traps, was even more rugged. He’d gone from a cute pretty boy, to gorgeously handsome; a look you could only describe as devastatingly attractive masculinity. A grin formed slowly on his lips as he looked down on me. He was most certainly the new alpha between us and clearly enjoying the revelation as he explored his massive body, and I tried not to pass out myself. To be continued...
  3. Andykins1996

    The Olympia Bar - Chapter 3

    Hey guys, I'm so sorry that it's been quite a while since I posted but I've been going through a very rough time. But I'm back and I'm happy to have finally written this chapter. However, I will say in advance that this chapter will be a lot more plot heavy with it being the penultimate chapter. There is a sex scene with some mild growth but I've been wanting to bring the plot to the forefront of the story, because that's just how I like to write. So i hope you enjoy the story and I promise there's a lot more growth in the next chapter, which will be the final one. Just a warning too, this chapter is going to get pretty dark. But without further ado, here's Chapter 3. ______________________ The Olympia Bar Chapter 3 – Investigations Commence and Liaisons Continue Jack knelt down to inspect the box of Olympia Energy bars that Mr Malone had left at the foot of his bed. Picking one out, he held it up close to his face and inspected the wrapper, lifting up the sealing flap to find ingredient and production information. Searching rather rapidly convinced there was something odd about the bars apart from its strange effects, Jack was satisfied when he found all the correct legal information. However his heart sank a little. How was this all fine? There are so many processes one must go through to set up a business, never mind sell a product on a worldwide scale. Not only did these Olympia Bars appear out of nowhere to become an instant international success, but the very visible side effects of consumption can’t have gone unnoticed. Why would any government be ok with this? Surely they must know? Jack rose up from his squatted position and began to dress himself. Slipping a shirt on over his once again slim figure, Jack took a moment to stare at his dreamy teacher. Last night with Mr Malone had been incredible, beyond any sort of dream Jack could have imagined. But there was something wrong. This whole situation just felt…off, and not just because he’d slept with his teacher. His mind made up, Jack rummaged through his bag until pulling out his phone. Being careful not to wake up Mr Malone, he headed downstairs with his bag under his arm. First he needed the WiFi password for Mr Malone’s house. Unlocking his phone, Jack looked around the house until he found the wireless router behind the television. Jack took a note of the router’s ID and password, then took a seat on his professor’s comfortable 3-seat sofa and loaded up his internet browser. Taking the Olympia Bar from his jeans pocket, Jack typed the name into the search bar only to be surprised by a surprisingly short amount of search results. “Hmmmm…” Jack wondered aloud “let’s see, the company website. This all seem pretty legitimate,” he sighed before going back to the search results “there’s barely anything. No news stories, no reports, no reviews. Nothing!” Beginning to stress himself out, Jack had almost given up hope of finding anything out of the ordinary until he stumbled upon what seemed to be a Reddit post on the strange snack. “It’s only Reddit, but still it’s better than nothing.” Jack clicked on the page only to audibly gasp at the headline of the post. DON’T EAT OLYMPIA BARS, THEY KILLED MY HUSBAND! “What?!” he said a little too loudly before delving straight into the text that accompanied the headline. ‘My name’s Margot and this is a warning to any and all men. My husband Connor purchased a crate of these energy bars after hearing about them from one of his gym buddies. He’d always wanted to be bigger and fitter, despite my saying that I loved him the way he was. So I agreed for him to try a sample crate, after all if it would boost his confidence and improvement in the gym who am I to deny him that happiness? They arrived rather promptly and we both said we’d try one to begin with, which proved to be eventful. With one bite I spat out the bar in disgust. It tasted utterly foul, yet my husband was chewing and munching on his with spectacular gusto, even mentioning how delicious it was in between bites. And so my husband headed off to the gym whilst I had some of my girlfriends over. Curious to know what they thought to the bars, I offered them each one to try and I was partially surprised to discover that they all had the same reaction as me; instant disposal of their mouthfuls and dry-heaving. A couple of them did however say they’d take some for their respective partners to try, believing they might enjoy them.’ Jack took his phone into the kitchen whilst he went to get a glass of water, too intrigued and fearful to stop reading for more than a few seconds. ‘My husband then returned for the gym and I almost didn’t recognise him. He was huge. Now, he wasn’t exactly slim to begin with, but not in a muscular way. Despite this I loved him as he was. But that day when he came home, what I saw was a world class bodybuilder standing in my kitchen, with my husband’s face stuck on top of his huge, boulder like shoulders. Needless to say I was bewildered and very much excited, but something felt off. The bars were all he wanted to eat despite the dinner I’d made for us and by the next morning he was nothing short of a giant behemoth of a man. I’d also received texts from one of my girlfriends saying that her partner had drastically grown overnight, sending a picture as proof. She wasn’t kidding. This is where things became weird, and I know I’m taking a long time to get to my point but I need people to know the full story so they know what’s going on and what signs to look for if someone has had these vile energy bars.’ Jack took a gulp of water and unconsciously stroked his bulge slightly at the thought of Margot’s husband becoming a stud just like he and Mr Malone had the previous night. ‘A week passed and my husband had become strangely distant from me. Not that he was ignoring me, and we were getting on just as we always had done, however he was spending a lot more time at the gym and with my girlfriend’s partner Brian, which didn’t go unnoticed by her either. And then I received a picture for her, of my Connor and her Brian in bed together, and it wasn’t exactly hard to see what they were up to. As well as being shocked and mortified at this revelation, I was extremely concerned. Connor was 100% heterosexual and had never shown any interest in men before this incident, and for that matter neither had Brian. But there they were, and over the course of the next few photos it was evident that they were enjoying their activities. Between his obsession with the energy bars, the growth effect they had and now this sudden homoeroticism, I knew there was something off. And then no less than a fortnight later the worst happened. Connor came home as pumped as ever before collapsing to the ground without warning. He was frothing at the mouth and I’ve seen enough detective dramas to know that that’s usually a sign of poisoning. The autopsy found no known poisons in his system, ad as of yet I’ve had no word from the police what’s going to happen with getting justice for my husband’s murder. I know there’s no solid proof, but I know these Olympia bars have something to do with Connor’s death. Please, I’m urging you: if you have any information regarding my husband or these bars, if you believe someone you know is eating the bars, or maybe you have been eating them. Contact me. I need to know what these things are and stop anyone else from suffering like my husband and I have.’ Jack wiped away a tear that had travelled its way slowly down his cheek as he read the poor woman’s plea for help. Knowing what he had to do, he called the number on the bottom of the post after writing a note for Mr Malone when he woke up and leaving it stuck on the fridge. “Hello, is this Margot? My name’s Jack, I just read your Reddit post you wrote on the Olympia Bars and your husband. I’m truly sorry for your loss but I was hoping we could possibly meet so I could find out more details of the effects they had. I’ve eaten some and someone I know has, but nowhere near as many as it sounds like your husband did, and I need to know what might happen and how to stop it…” __________________________ ­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­Caleb knocked on Jack and Steven’s front door, shuffling nervously. He’d fallen asleep the night before so hadn’t brought around the rest of the Olympia Bars as promised, hence why he was here now. “Jack!” He shouted, hoping that his friend could hear him. He felt awkward stood out in the street so was desperate to be inside. “Jack…urgh…Jack’s not home,” Caleb heard Steven grunt from inside his room which faced the street “do you want come back another time?” “Well I brought the rest of the Olympia Bars like we agreed on,” Caleb responded rather weakly. Something about the way Steven just spoke was off, and honestly pretty intimidating. “You brought them?!” Steven almost growled it seemed “come in now!” Caleb opened the door and stepped inside only to be knocked over after Steven barged into him recklessly, slamming the door shut before tearing into one of the bars in the box. “Oh fuck yes!” Steven groaned as he wolfed the energy bar down in mere seconds. “Steven are you okay…holy shit!” Caleb’s eyes rested on Steven, only he didn’t look like the athletic Steven he knew. No, instead he looked like an amateur bodybuilder, large bulging muscles straining under his flawless skin, abs rippling as Steven bent down to pick up another bar, gobbling that one up just as quickly as the first. Caleb stared in shock and almost awe. Despite being straight by all accounts, he could definitely appreciate a fine male form when he saw one and he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t appreciating Steven’s rocking body right now. In fact the twitch in his crotch was very evident of his current appreciation, but why was this arousing him? He liked girls. “Oh fuck…yes!” Steven grunted before falling to his knees, body pulsing as power and strength flowed through him, his muscles bulging and growing slowly. His bones cracked and reformed, causing Steven to cry out in pain as he grew in height to accommodate his swelling mass, keeping his improving body in proportion. Finally getting the sensations under control, Steven stood and stomped towards a panicking Caleb, a crazy lust filled expression on his face as he advanced, muscles still popping and bursting with strength. His abs cut and shredded further to form a brick wall 8 pack. “Erm, Steven…” Caleb tried to reason, backing off what’s going on?” “It’s those bars Caleb. I don’t know exactly what they do but these muscles are nice, and so are you.” “What? Steven you’re straight, as am I. What are you doing?” “Whatever I want,” he grinned almost menacingly, “and right now, I want you. Strip. I want to see your weak little body take my huge cock!” And with that Steven tore off his trousers like they were paper, a monstrous 14” cock flopping out, rock hard and throbbing. “Steven, stop, this isn’t you!” “I wonder what your big brother would think seeing you becoming my little cock slut!” Steven laughed before tripping Caleb up to prevent him from making it to the door. “No…” Caleb whimpered, trying his best not to break down and appear even more weak than he already was “please, don’t.” But with that, Steven shoved his cock down Caleb’s throat and began face-fucking him, showing no remorse. ______________________________ ­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­After a 40 minute walk, Jack arrived at Margot’s address and rang the doorbell. The door was opened within barely 5 seconds of his arrival and he was greeted by a rather pretty, if clearly middle aged woman. Her blonde hair was styled in a messy bun, with make-up barely applied to her face and evidence of mascara tears. “Hey Margot, I’m Jack,” Jack introduced himself calmly “I’m so sorry about Connor, it can’t be easy for you.” Margot didn’t say a word; instead she just pulled Jack into a hug, tears beginning to surface in her eyes. “Hey, hey it’s ok. We just need to talk, we can work together to try and sort this all out,” Jack smiled as Margot broke the hug. “You’re kind to offer,” she finally spoke, moving a strand of hair out of her face “but I’m worried things are too late. My friend I spoke about in the post, Sarah, she’s at the hospital now. Brian’s not been feeling well and after I warned her about what happened to Connor, she wasn’t taking any chances.” “No, it isn’t too late,” Jack reassured her, holding her hand “but you need to tell me everything. I’ve eaten some of those bars, as has my teacher and god knows how many others. Now, I’ve learnt that the effects are temporary, but the bars also seem to have an addictive quality which makes people want to eat more. You said Connor wouldn’t stop eating them right?” “Oh, yeah. They’re all he ate. No matter how many meals I cooked, even his favourites, he would fill himself up on those things. Aren’t you craving them? You said you’d eaten some.” “Oh, you have no idea how badly I want one but I refuse. There’s something wrong with them and I need to know what,” Jack said almost through gritted teeth, the struggle on his willpower being brought to the front of his mind wasn’t helping. “You mentioned that you and your female friends couldn’t stand the taste of them?” “Yeah, they were disgusting! All of my female friends agreed, and yet any man I know who’s had them enjoyed them. From what little information I could find online, it seems to be the same everywhere. Males loves them, females hate them. I don’t know why, but if there is something more to them than anyone realises, maybe they’re tailored to appeal to the male taste and not females? I mean men are the only gender with a Y chromosome, so maybe the part of a chromosome that is missing to make a Y contains the gene that makes the taste vile?” Margot deduced out loud. “Smart thinking, that thought crossed my mind too,” Jack responded, “so whatever these things are, the effects are clearly designed to only be experience by men. But why? They cause extreme feats of muscle growth, an unhealthy addiction and the death? That’s quite a wide array of random effects to experience. Plus surely if you made a product you wouldn’t want to make it kill its consumers, that’d be a pretty huge fuck up and pretty bad for business, unless…” “Unless…oh,” the realisation dawned on Margot just moments after Jack. “Unless it wasn’t a fuck up at all. But even then, why would the company aim to kill its customers? As I said, that’s pretty bad for business. They’d be bankrupt just as quickly as they make their millions with all the lawsuits and court cases they’d have to face, and I’m pretty sure even the biggest companies couldn’t afford to bribe their asses out of court for that long. They’d have to be seriously good at covering up their tracks to avoid…that,” Jack gulped before saying that, realising he’d just stumbled on the answer “check your Reddit post.” “Why?” Margot exclaimed mildly surprised at Jack’s sudden temperament change. “Please, just do it. If what I’ve just said holds any truth then it would explain why they’d feel fine with what is essentially murder.” Jack waited anxiously as Margot searched on her phone to find her post. As he expected his suspicions were soon confirmed. “It’s gone, but I didn’t take it down,” Margot cried out, beginning to worry. “No, they did, whoever they are.” ____________________________________ “Oh fuck me Steven!” Caleb whimpered and moaned as both he and Steven neared their climaxes, Steven’s huge 14” dick slamming into his prostate before being pulled out just as fast and slammed back in. “Hell yes Caleb, fuck you’re so tight. I’m gunna cum!” Steven howled in pleasure before thrusting one last time and exploding inside of Caleb’s previously virgin hole. Caleb followed suite and bust his own load all over his tight toned body, sweat sheening on his forehead as the sex finally came to an end. “Why did that just happen?” Caleb asked breathily, regaining his energy. He’d been terrified at first but before long Steven had managed to turn him on and Caleb couldn’t resist going all the way even if he’d tried. “Is that your way of complaining?” Steven chuckled before placing his huge arm under Caleb’s neck, pulling him into a hug. Caleb rested his head against Steven’s huge, pillow-like pectoral. “I don’t know. I’d contemplated experimenting before but I’d never felt the need to before. But despite my initial fear, that was hot. I may consider sleeping with a guy again,” Caleb sniggered and smiled at Steven, who pulled the younger boy into a brief kiss. However their intimate moment was interrupted by the phone ringing loudly from the living room. “Excuse me,” Steven said politely “I should probably get that.” Steven proceeded to walk downstairs to the living room, picking up the house phone and holding it up to his head. “Hello?” “Hello! Steven is that you? It’s Mr Malone!” “Oh, hello sir, long-time no see. What’s up?” “Look, please don’t ask questions, but Jack stayed at my place last night and now he’s gone. He left a note but it was rather strange and I’m not going to lie I’m quite worried.” “Why was Jack at your place?” “Please, I asked you not to ask questions. I’ll explain in person but I need to know if Jack’s ok.” “Well I don’t know sir, he hasn’t been back home yet. What did the note say?” “That’s something that I’d rather explain in person too. Would you be ok with me coming round to talk to you?” ________________________________ “Margot,” Jack asked, worry lacing his tone as stopped his pacing around the living room “your phone number was on that post.” “Yes it was,” Margot answered seemingly thinking it was a question “that’s how you found me.” “Yeah I know but that’s not my point. Phone numbers are registered and can be traced. You can find out a lot of information about someone from their phone number. I mean, I think that would explain the ominous black car now parked outside your house.” “Shit!” Margot panicked, and understandably so. Before any of them could react, the door was kicked down and large, muscular men stood in its place. One of them was more than big enough to fill up the doorframe, but two was practically begging for the wall to cave in. Out from the middle of them stepped a very smartly dressed man, slicked back black hair and the look was even complete with sunglasses. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Margot yelled, taking a step forward. BANG! The poor woman collapsed to the ground with a thud, blood pouring rather quickly out of the bullet hole in her head. Her lifeless form was then picked up by one of the muscular thugs. “Fuck!” Jack panicked, trying to think of a way out of this situation. “Take him, he’ll be useful,” the slimmer man ordered the other beast of a man. “Why did you kill her?! She was just grieving over her husband!” “Well now she can join him instead,” the man responded smarmily, seemingly unaffected by his murder of Margot. “You bastard! All of this over some fucking energy bars?! What is wrong with you freaks!!” Jack shouted in rage, throwing a punch at the slim man and successfully colliding with his nose as the grunt carried him past him. The man clamped his hand over his nose to try and minimise the bleeding. “You little fucker. You do realise who’s grip you’re in right?” he spoke in disgust before clicking his fingers as if giving an order. Before Jack even knew what was going on, he felt a snapping pain as the grunt snapped his arm as if it were a twig. “Aaaaarrrgggghhhhh!!” Jack cried out, tears forming in his eyes from the incredibly intense pain. But things only got worse as the grunt proceeded to slam Jack down onto his knee and snap his spine. Jack screamed at the agony before the pain became too intense, passing out. “Throw him in the car,” the leader of the trio ordered “the boss will have plans for him.” ______________________ So, thank you for reading guys if you made it this far. I'm sorry for the lack of growth and sex in this chapter but as I said I wanted to really highlight the plot for the story, which I have been planning since the first chapter. I promise you there will be A LOT of growth in the final chapter which I'll try and have written and uploaded within the next couple of weeks. I hope you enjoyed this chapter though and are excited to see the conclusion to my first story for this brilliant site. Thanks for reading studs.
  4. Weasel

    Bottled Chapter 1

    I dug into the archive of the old forum to retrieve my old and only story I posted there. Here it is. I have a couple of ideas for the next instalments. I already made some adjustments, but read this as a pilot. English is not my first language. Sorry for the mistakes. As originally said, the story is PG-13. If something bothers you, let me know in the comments! Bottled Chapter 1: A first Taste Jack I was sitting in the park waiting for my friend Harry. He was aware of what was going on with my life and he said he could help me. I told him everything about my family history. I was 18 and had a brother two years younger. Our mother died a few years ago and our father was the only family we got left. My brother Edward was studying in a very reputed private school but it was expensive. So my father had to take a second job to provide all the needs. He became like a ghost in our lives. His absence made me responsible of the house but I never felt in charge. I accepted our fate but my brother was revolted. He never put any effort to make our lives easier and he became really mean to me. I couldn’t make him change his behavior. He wouldn’t listen. Fate made him taller than me, and he spent a lot of time at the gym. My position of eldest brother was crushed by his size and I became his servant. I tried to fight back without success. Our lives were miserable. So, Harry knew everything. There he came. “Hey man what’s up? I asked him. Harry was a regular young man like me. He had brown hair when mine was dark. He was wearing glasses that always slipped of his nose. When he sat, he put his backpack between his legs on the floor. — I’m glad you’re here, he said. — So tell me, why all the secrecy about this meeting. I could have come to your house or something. — No! he exclaimed. It wouldn’t have been wise to do that. My father must not know I’m giving you this. — “This”? What are you talking about? — Well, you know my old one is a scientist and works for this company… — — VittaMix? — Right. They have many projects going on but the one my father is working on is, how to put this, ironically perfect fit for your actual problem. — Wich is… — You dealing with your brute of a brother. I looked into the eyes of Harry and felt that he was a little too excited about his plan. — I don’t want to hurt my brother with any kind. — I know. He reassured me. We won’t do anything to him. But YOU can reach to his league. — What? How? Harry opened his backpack and showed me a transparent bottle with white liquid in it. And he explained: — This is a special formula that can make you better than a grown man in every way. — I… what? — It is specially designed to men; there would be no reaction if a woman drunk it, except maybe some more hair on her body, yerk! But on a man, this makes everything grow like a fertilizer. VittaMix considered my father’s researched but they actually thought this was too powerful and dangerous to expose to the world. Imagine a product that makes you the ultimate man. How could they sell more once everybody gets it? Well, they asked my father to find a less potent formula and he put this one on undetermined waiting. — And here it is… I told in a whisper. — Why do you give me this? He blushed. He felt embarrassed whit the question like I shouldn’t ask. — You’re my best friend. I don’t need this right know you know. My life is good, as normal as it gets. You lost your mother. And now you make your life miserable to help your father and your spoiled brother. It’s unfair. You deserve better, you deserve all this! He smiled at me with all his sincerity and I couldn’t find any words to his kindness. — Besides, he added. My father knows the formula, he always can make more. Even if he’d kill me if he knew that I know. Please take it and don’t tell anyone! — How… how can I thank you? — Just don’t thank me yet. Who knows what can happen when you drink it. — Wait, this isn’t safe? — Now, he stood up. I have to go. Just on last thing, you might want to put the bottle in a place cold. It’s up to you if you want drink it all in a big body eruption or more discretely like one gulp per day or whatever. Just call me when you do it! — You can’t just leave me with this! — I just did, bye now! And he ran away leaving his backpack at my feet. Inside, the white liquid was dancing in the glass bottle, which was surrounded by ice to maintain it cold. I had to quickly go home and put it in the fridge. I had no other cold place at home. It’s not like I had a secret laboratory under my bedroom. Lucky for me, there was nobody home when I arrived. Eddy was probably having dinner at a friend or something. He would reappear during the night. My father was as usual working at the gas station. I always feared something bad would happen to him. If some raider wanted, he would knock down my father easily. Ha, we were so alike. Never mind, I put the bottle in the fridge and went to the bathroom with a notepad and pen. I needed to measure and weight myself if I wanted to know how powerful the formula was. Height: 1m78 (not so bad) Weight: 58 kg (Damned skinny!) I didn’t bother about the muscle size. I had none. I looked at my naked except underwear body; I had some hair on arms and legs but not much on torso. My beard was a deforestation field. I looked away from the mirror, put my clothes back and went to the kitchen again. I had dinner on my own. And I knew what I wanted for dessert. The bottle was full. I pictured myself drinking it all and becoming so huge that I’d outgrow the world, like in some cartoon. That was too much, I didn’t want that. I remembered this was all about dealing with my brother. I needed to become the older brother again. Without thinking much, I took one gulp of the strange potentially killer portion and put it back in the fridge. I hid it in a way that you really had to dig in to find it. Nothing happened. So I went to bed. I didn’t even saw the note left on the fridge : “Hi Jack, I know you’re doing your best but… we’re out of milk. Help! Thanks, your dad that loves you!” *** In the morning, I woke up in my bed refreshed. I stretched out of the sheets and walked to the bathroom my pajama feeling odd. When my eyes caught me on the mirror, I had to take a minute before realize it was really me. My whole body was “manified”. First I noticed my hair had grown, my eyebrows were thicker, and by my beard! It was hairy! It made all my face look older, more mature. And the amazement continued to my body frame. Yesterday I had no muscle, now I could feel them against my pajama, shoulders broader, and I had pecs! I could see my arms were also bigger making surface when I flexed. My eyes went lower to see that my legs were now filling the pants much better; I could almost see the quadriceps even if the pants were baggy. I had to take my pajama off to a better look. My hairy torso took me by surprise. Dark and strong, not very thick but it was a good beginning. A measured me again: Height: 1m79 (ok I grow taller too!) Weight: 65 kg ( 7 kg in only one gulp!!) It felt good, I felt strong, more confident, and I made a proud funny face by looking under my underwaer. My brother was 1m85 and 81 kg at his best right now so I just needed to add… That’s when I remembered the bottle in the fridge! What time was it? Already 9:00! My father was gone for his other work, and Harry, Harry had a class at 8:30. Damned I ran down to the kitchen to make sure the bottle was untouched. But it was dry empty. Then I saw the note on the fridge. Someone must have confused it with a bottle of milk. How stupid am I? — No, NO NO! I screamed out. All I could imagine was my brother becoming bigger and bigger without anyone able to stop him. But then I saw another note that fell off the ground: “Hey douchebag, it’s been a day since dad told you about the milk. What’s up with that?” My brain made some time to react. It meant that Eddy did not drink the formula… but if one gulp made me like this, what was going to… ho my, Dad! To be continued... PS: If you read the first version of the story, you'll notice I made the formula less potent. Indeed, the father would have attained macro size and I didn't like it. I want my characters able to evolve and have a "normal" life perspective. But this concerns next chapter!
  5. Hialmar

    My little buddy

    A short story, while I finish writing my complicated novelettes about space marines and magic, respectively. I am testing a little different way of writing technique. DISCLAIMER All protagonists, antagonists and locations in this story are fictitious. Any likeness with actual persons and locations are purely coincidental. Readers uncomfortable with the subject of male intimacy are adviced to not read further. My little buddy I remember when I first saw you. I had probably worked at Sam's Gym for five years, and at The Steel Factory for several yers before that. The Steel Factory Gym, I mean. Not an actual steel factory. Not like dad and grandpa. I am not like my dad. You were standing at a pec-dec machine, reading the instructions. Tracksuit trousers hiding your legs, a grey T-shirt which gave the impression to be one size too large. Your arms just skin and bones, your hands behind your back in a gesture more suitable for a man 30 or 40 years older than yourself. Uncomfortable body language. Sam had pointed me in your direction. 'If you are not going to use it, don't block the machine, small-fry.' It was Kevin, a fairly successful fitness model, whose personality 'didn't keep the same standards as his looks'. I remember this expression. You used it two weeks later. You are better with words than I am, and I know that I am bad at expressing my feelings. I am uncomfortable with it. Kevin wasn't aware of me, when I moved in your direction, and he added some further insults. He jumped when I laid my hand on his shoulder. 'Any problems here?' 'Uh. No, no, Brad. No problems. I just wondered if this gentleman was finished with the pec dec.' 'I have been keeping an eye on you, Kevin. Follow the house rules.' Kevin avoided to look into my eyes, by some reason concentrating very much on the newly painted coffee and amino drink bar. 'Yes, yes of course. No problems here.' I looked quizzically at you, but you shook your head, and looked into the floor. 'You are lucky, Kevin. The machine is at your disposal, since I and my client here are not going to use it.' I turned in your direction, neglecting Kevin: 'And you must be the new gym member I am scheduled to train, aren't you?' 'I suppose so. The man at the desk told me to wait for Brad. It's you?' I like the newbies. They have decided to do something new. Something different. They have decided to change themselves, and put a toe into a foreign water. It is different for us who played sports all the time. It is just what we do: Playing football at the grassy spot close to the council flats, given a try at rugby if the PE teacher make that phone call to the coach he knows. Being adviced to add some weight training, and then being hit by the bug and quitting team sports. I had a belly once. It wasn't necessarily a disadvantage, since weight is an advantage on the ground, but the belly disappeared when I began pumping iron. But I lost the thread now: What I was saying is, that I like the newbies. For us the gym is a second home. For them the gym is something unfamiliar, but they give it a try anyway. They and they... I mean you. You were one of the wide-eyed and shy newbies once. For some it is hard to admit that they like the feeling: The release of your body's own chemicals when you end your training session, and is sitting relaxing freshly showered in the locker room. The feeling of pump. The feeling after a month when the first results show. Three months. Six months. Guys are able to transform themselves. They are not competing against someone else. All of us are just competing against our former selves. I like the newbies: To be able to help them overcome their initial embarrasment and hesitation, and be able to help them to release their potential. I feel protective, as I felt protective against you then. As I still do. Our first training session went well. I instructed you three times the first week. The second week you maintained your own schedule, and then I gave some advice the third week, in order to ensure that you performed the movements without hurting yourself. It takes some time for your body to acquaintance itself to the correct movements. I am no longer able to recollect how it came that we began to hang around outside the gym. In some regards we were unlikely friends: A 5ft 5in university student with liberal middle class parents and a more than 6 ft tall personal trainer with a divorced working class mum. I enjoyed watching action films together with you, and I enjoyed when we just spent time talking. Years ago I spent considerable time drinking beer, but exercise have been increasingly more important for me by the years, so pub crawls are nowadays carefully timed exceptions, far and few between, in order to not disrupt my carefully planned meal schedules. The pub wasn't the best place to meet you. I like our talks. Your eyes have always been special: The mix of intelligence and mischief is nice, and their colour looks like it sparkles in a strange way. I mean 'strange' like fascinating. Not something bad. People of Kevin's sort irritates me. A confident man doesn't behave like that. But it embarras me to admit, that I was like them at early secondary school. If it hadn't been for the PE teacher, the scout patrol leader and Sister Jane, I could have turned out a rotten being. I abhorred (See? You taught me something: abhorred) most adults at secondary school. Abhorred. I will soon start speaking like you and your fancy friends (although I learned PT lingo at the courses Jack and Sam sent me to). Only adults who impressed me were worthy of my attention, and I wasn't easy to impress. The PE teacher was cool. He had competed in weightlifting when he was younger, and despite his intimidating looks, he wasn't an idiot like my considerably smaller dad. Dad had stopped hitting me when I began to play rugby, and the divorce happened shortly after. The scout patrol leader was stern if needed, but he was always fair. And Sister Jane was an unlikely person to feel comfortable with: What does a testosterone crazed teenaged bully have in common with a feminist nun with a Ph.D.? But she had a sense of humour and an ability to understand. I don't know how I shall express it... She understood. I don't know if the three of them had talked with each other about me, or if it just happened by coincidence, but after speaking with them I felt bad and confident at the same time. Bad for what I had done in the past, but confident of what I could do to change things in the future. I was able to apologise to most of the kids, and then on I became their guardian angel. When I saw bullying happen at school, I intervened, and I was good at it. When I met you, it was already ten - no twelve or thirteen - years since I reformed my life to the better. We had known each others for a year or so. Within your personal limits and conditions, your achievements at the gym were good, but not optimal. Since we were friends, I had begun to take an interest in your case which probably exceeded the professional. I felt very worried that night when you rang on my doorbell and stood with a very sad and very upset facial expression at my doorstep. 'What has happened, little buddy? Come inside! You look devastated.' You really looked devastated. All my protective instincts kicked in. I handed you a low-carb amino drink from my refrigerator, and grabbed one myself. We ended up in the sofa, your tiny frame leaning on one arm of the sofa, my bulk relaxing in the opposite end. 'What is it? Did you fail in any exam?' 'No. No, it is nothing like that.' You fell silent for a while. I gave you time, took a sip, and waited. 'I am so sorry to make you disappointed. Please, be not upset about this, but there is something I must tell you. You may find it terrible.' Your sad expression gave me a heartwrenching icy feel in my gut: 'But what is it? You can tell me. We are friends, right?' 'Oh, Brad. I'm so sorry, but I would be dishonest if I... If... If I didn't tell you that I am gay.' I was probably a very bad friend when I exploded in laughter, but I couldn't control my reaction. Several expressions rapidly came and went in your face: Sadness, surprise, resentment and bewilderment (Look! I can use more fancy words!) 'Little buddy. I wasn't sure if you are or not, but does that matter? I'm gay too. Haven't you understood?' I love that facial expression. You are so cute when you do that. My perplex little power hobbit. It was not the last of our very long and very late discussions about personal experiences, straight people's expectations and prejudices, and gay people's expectations and prejudices. Why many of these are wrong or misguided. About closet cases. About bears and the fetish crowd, and how they differ from the twinks. About muscle worship. Your were, and you still are, much better than me to express your feelings in speech, but I was at least, to a certain extent, more experienced than you: After a handful of rather disappointing dates with girls as a teenager, I had a few short encounters with gays my own age at that clubbing street. My muscles seemed to be popular among some, perhaps more so than me as a person. That disturbed me, although I was flattered too in a sense. I don't know. Anyhow, I had hanged around the blocks for a while longer than you, although it would be an exaggeration to call me experienced. It took us two days to admit to each other that we were very much into each other: Your small frame resting in my vein-covered arms, and your cute nose nuzzled at my meaty pecs (of those I was rather proud), our rods enthusiastically bouncing against the inside of our underpants, waiting for all clothes to be taken off. My little buddy. Although your hungry admiration of my muscles couldn't be hidden, now when the lid was off, you always took an interest in me, myself, who I am inside, and I am sorry for not telling you about how I was a bully when thirteen and fourteen. I was ashamed. I knew that Sam would consider it unprofessional to live with one of the gym members, but I was lucky: Jack, who owned The Steel Factory, was an old mate, and wanted me to work for him instead. As soon as I had changed job, we could move to our new flat. Your were delighted at my assistance with new training schedules, eating schedules and supplements, and I felt proud giving you that assistance, seeing how you transformed from your old, shy self with its awkward pose, into a toned young man with a considerably more confident expression. But you were definitely a hardgainer. When you first stepped inside Sam's Gym, you looked like a sea mammal (but without any fat): No visible pecs (just a flat chest) and no visible abs (despite the low level of subcutaneous fat). After one and a half year, your high metabolism had the good side with it, that your abs were visible. They were small, sure, but they were there, and nothing hid their well-defined existence. Your wiry pecs now showed that they existed, but not beyond that. Your exercise had changed your upper body form: Traps and shoulders were distinctly visible in a way they were not before, but you were still at the very slim end of the spectrum. Once my tiny little friend, you were now my little power hobbit. You were a typical ectomorph, but at least I tried to make your calorie intake higher than before, looking for new and fancy nutrition drinks. I have to admit that I had used gear before taking the job at Sam's. Jack and the Steel Factory crowd didn't mind, but Sam had a strict zero level policy when it came to such substances. Back at The Steel Factory, I began hearing rumours about that top secret experiment the Military in several countries had performed on marines: The guys came back from Service like brickhouses, but were forbidden to talk about it. It had obviously started years ago, and pirate copies of the needed equipment had began to circulate on the black market. It was rumoured, that some guards at global corporations had went through the treatment, and another rumour claimed that wrestling federations had made investments in such research, in order to make the business more eye-popping in the future. It wasn't easy to know what was conspiracy theories, what was pipe dreams, and what was true. Until the night I met Tvrtko. He had exercised at The Steel Factory for years, and always been a big guy, but now he was huge. No one dared to ask. Well, except me. He knew me rather well, and he told me. He had probably told me for half an hour, when we made the deal. 'No, there would be no problem with any crime syndicates. It could have been, if you wanted to buy their services in giving you The Treatment... Shady business, you know... But it is entirely different if you buy a second hand machine and give yourself The Treatment. No strings attached. Just buy it, store it where the authorities doesn't look, use it, and if you want to sell it to another user afterwards, it your private matter. It doesn't concern me. Am I clear? Am I perfectly clear?' * * * Your birthday occurred on a Saturday, and there was no need to take the day off. We had the entire weekend for ourself. When you came home Friday evening I gave you an envelope. 'It is better to open it tomorrow, isn't it?' 'No. Open it now.' ' "Do you want to be big?" What sort of question is that? You know that I want to be big. If a miracle could occur, it would be amazing to be tall like you, but I have to limit my goals to pack on some brawn.' You sighed. 'I eat and I eat, and nothing happens.' 'I wouldn't use the word nothing. Think how you looked when I started training you?' 'Yes, there have been some changes, but I am not like my favourite cuddling monster, am I?' Your arms around my waist. Your head against my chest. Your ear against my abs. I was beginning to feel horny. 'No. I mean it. If you really want to become big, that is your birthday present. To begin with, I have a new supplement to you.' 'Another one? Well. You know what you are doing. You've got the PT education.' You let me go when you felt the nice smell of food. I had tried to use the supplements I got from Tvrtko as creatively I could. The spaghetti on the table was a mix of wheat and soy, and therefore with a slightly higher protein content than ordinary pasta, but it was available in ordinary supermarkets. The pasta sauce contained ordinary food, such as mushrooms, spinache and a lot of spices to hide the mildly unpleasant taste. That taste came from the powder I had got from Tvrtko. I had also used it in the sauce which was mixed with the salat, and the pudding in the refrigerator was a mixture of Tvrtko's powder, a milky liquid of similar content, and lots of sugar, vanilla and egg to hide the taste. 'I have used a lot of new supplements in this meal', I remarked. 'You have? It tastes considerably better than some of the gainers you have been feeding me.' 'Ready for your surprise?' 'I thought the new supplements were the surprise, and a slightly underwhelming one.' Oh, how I like that spark in your eyes. 'No, there is more to come, if you really want.' 'I like surprises. You know it. What are you up to?' 'It wouldn't be a surprise if I told you.' Two hours later we sat in the car together, and I drove into an empty parking lot, close to a warehouse. It was dark. The light from the car reflected in the moist asphalt and the rainwater puddles. It drizzled when I unlocked the warehouse. I put a blind before your eyes, and you smiled, when I carefully led you through the warehouse. You seemed to have expected something else, when I removed the blind. 'What's that?' You observed The Machine. According to Tvrtko, it was smaller than the military equivalents, and it required the specimens to drink large amounts of nutrition drinks and nutrition powder a few hours before operation. Tvrtko had heard something about the Army using IV or something. Large gas cylinders were connected to The Machine on the back, and looked considerably newer than the rest of the equipments (Gas cylinders had to be renewed often, and were hard to find). 'It's a muscle enhancing machine. It's your birthday gift.' You looked slightly angry, when you began looking up in the ceiling: 'I expected a surprise party at an unusual location, but now it seems to be candid camera or something like that. Who's hiding and filming this right now.' 'I am perfectly honest. It is a muscle stimulating machine.' It hadn't crossed my mind, that it could be hard to convince you that The Machine was for real. It took a few minutes. I could see and hear how you slowly went from annoyed to surprised, from surprised to suspicious, and from suspicious to something less obvious. 'If you have gone through these lengths to make this possible, I will not disappoint you, but it is hard to believe. How could it possibly be true? Don't you think it feels a little unreal just now? And I am beginning to feel funny, warm or something.' 'It is probably the supplements I told you about. They begin to work now. If we opt out, we will probably gain some muscle and some fat anyhow, but far from the results I have been promised if we use that.' I nodded in the direction of the slightly intimidating presence in the room: The Machine. We stood silent for a few seconds. Then you gave me a sly expression: 'What if you tested the machine first?' It hadn't occurred to me that this was an option. It felt exciting to take part of the experiment myself (I had brought equipment to do that after you), but it was meant as a gift to you. I kept silent. I didn't know what to say. 'It is a double birthday present, if it really works: I have to watch you became even more brilliantly big, which is a really exciting thought, I can assure you, and then I can take part of this experiment myself, if it really works.' Doubt still emanated from you, but mixed with expectations that the impossible would be possible. We went through the operation of The Machine. 'It is obviously a dumbed down pirate copy: You change what you wish to achieve at this panel, and increase power levels at this panel, put the gas on with this control, and this must be a speaker with microphone, so that we can talk. It sounds reasonably simple?' I unpacked the training bags: Towels and soap (The warehose had a shower once meant to be used by workers), tracksuits in large sizes (I didn't know exactly how much The Treatment would affect us) and then two pairs of odd things. I held the posing trunks made of leather before you. You took it in with humour: 'Any new ideas how to kink this up? That's something new!' 'Actually, there is a reason for them. According to Tvrtko, cotton fabrics take fire and synthetic fibres melt inside The Machine. He tested, by putting some piece of clothing inside, since he wanted to avoid 'to look gay', as he expressed it. It seemed to have passed him by that you and I live together.' 'Cotton take fire? And synthetics melt? And we are to believe that human beings are just fine, and don't become radioactive or something else?' We discussed shortly, decided to do it anyway, changed clothes, and prepared for the use of The Machine. I began to feel hot, despite the fact that I was naked. It was probably the supplements that kicked in. The inside of The Machine was spacious enough for four or five persons at least. The walls were covered with some sort of glass lenses or something. Strange equiment hang in the ceiling, but since I am not an engineer, I could not guess at their functions. 'This gives the word closet case a new meaning.', you joked from the outside. The speakers worked. 'Can you hear me?' 'Yes, fine, can you hear me?' 'Yes, perfectly. Good that some things on this wreck works.' The inside smelled rather much like the smell I knew from tanning salons. I could sense a vague hint of smoke, perhaps from Tvrtko's mishap with the cotton pants, but there was also a whiff of cleaning solution. I felt very warm. The posing trunks emitted a whiff of leather. I wasn't normally into leather, but it felt naughty to stand there in the buff, excepting just this small equipment of clothing. Black. Glossy. A hissing sound. 'I opened the gas transmission. Everything alright?' 'I am able to breathe as usual. I tell you if I begin to feel funny.' It felt like ordinary air. Perhaps slighly more... chemical. I took a deep breath. And another one. 'No, nothin special yet. Don't worry.' 'I put the powerfield on now, whatever it is. Are you really sure it is safe?' 'How many times do I have to tell you, taht Tvrtko used it months ago, and haven't suffered any... Ungh!' The powerfield hit me, but in a good way. God! What was that? It felt... Oh! 'Oh, it feels good, little buddy. Everything alright outside?' 'I think so. It looks like you are glowing. It's pretty cool. Just tell me if...' Unh! It felt like my entire body was buzzing. Buzzing of something. Buzzing pleasantly. Buzzing... o my God! 'It's good! It's so... mmmm. You will like it when you... oh. Um!' 'It works, Brad! You are growing! You are actually growing! You look awesome!' I had been proud of my pecs for years, but now they were trembling, while they grew larger. Unlike you, the abs had always been a problem spot for me: They existed, alright, and I had been able to feel their hard presence under my belly fat, and even sense a visual hint of them now and then, but the remaining fat had always hid them from sight. Now, the fat melted away, under the pressure of my scientifically heightened metabolism and the strange God-knows-what radiation that was released into The Machine. The Treatment had begun to race through my body. 'Unngh, Brad. You look incredible! You should be able to watch yourself! I can't take it! It is too alluring! I change the settings, yes changing the settings like this, and this.' 'What are you doing? Ummm. Uh. Safety... ummm, oh! Yes!' 'My cuddling monster is becoming a super cuddling monster. Oh! Look at you! Look at that awesomeness! Did I tell you that these posing trunks actually are beginning to feel comfortable?' Your voice came from afar. My transformation experience was beginning to be overwhelming. I didn't know what settings you may have changed, and what safety protocols you could have disregarded, but I wasn't able to object, since the feeling was so intense: The feeling of growth. My shoulders was becoming volley balls or bowling balls. My biceps swelled into monstrous globes of hot, steel hard flesh, and my triceps turned into corded steel wires. You said something, but I couldn't hear exactly what, since the humming sound from the machine, the hissing gas, the sound of my own pulse in my ears - like a sledge hammer - and the raw feeling of growth all claimed my attention. My thighs became pillars of might. My calves exploded into rugby balls. Rugby balls of granite. My traps, my titanium traps... I felt dizzy, but not in a bad way. My back could now carry the entire world, or so it felt. I dont know how long time had lapsed, when I felt your hand against my abs. One part of my brain probably had a vague idea about us taking turns in the machine, but in my enraptured state I didn't care. You were here, with me, inside The Machine and shared my experience of The Treatment, just as I shared yours. My rod pulsated against the inside of my posing trunks. I could hear you roar, as you shared the effects. Effects of the gas. Of the settings. New settings. What we wish to achieve? Power levels? Of the... POWER LEVELS! It was even better than before. Whatever you had done, The Machine now worked on an entirely new level. I held you, standing behind you, as many times before. My little buddy in front of me. I could nuzzle my nose in your hair. It was just a few months since you changed that old fashionable haircut into a fierce buzzcut. The buzzcut suits you. You look much more masculine in the buzzcut. I let my hands - my growing hands? - rest over your pecs. It was obvious that you were growing just like me, perhaps even more so, since your beginner level was... different. What a pair of amazing pecs you had got! And they were still growing! Is my power hobbit turning into a little Lesukov clone, eh? You shivered. I shivered. And then I felt it: You were growing in every way. You were growing taller. You roared. I nuzzled your buzzcut. My rod had pulsated against your back not so long time ago, but now it pulsated against the hollow in your lower spine, and you were still growing. I had to change the angle I nuzzled your buzzcut. Taller. Definitely taller. My little buddy becoming big. Mmmm. Big. I felt bigger, but you grew faster than me. I liked how you grew faster than me. Birthday present. Power. Mmmm. My big hands explored your abs. They had been defined before. Now they had turned into six cannon-balls of uncrushable might. I shivered again. You groaned. Or moaned. I explored your traps. Massaged them while the new settings executed their work on us. So hard and full. Amazing. Your were now beyond what I was when I entered The Machine, and you were approaching what I was becoming. Still becoming. Both of us. Together. Am I not thinking clearly? Oh, it's so good. So good! The new veins running on your arms. Oh! I shivered. You shivered together with me. I could feel the smell of sweat. Sweat rich of testosterone. And the smell of leather. Warm leather. My big hands explored your hard washboard abs again, and then continued further south. You shivered. I could feel your rod bouncing and pulsating on the inside of the trunks. It felt larger than before. Than ever before. You moaned. You shivered. Your leather trunks ripped apart, unable to resist your tool, giving my unprepared hand a lash. Your body against mine. Hot in every sense. My rod at the height of your diamond hard bum. You shivered. New settings. Of what we want to achieve. And power levels. Power. Levels. It felt so... so... Yes it was filling me. And it was filling you. The Power. All these power bolts! Making our metabolisms to packing on more brawn. More! Power emissions into us. Into our brawn. Bolts. Of masculinity. No, hyper-masculinity! Hitting. Surging. Loading. Beyond physicality. Becoming power beings. Of power muscles. Your back! Now with ridges. Valleys. Hard. Against my chest. My mind-blowing pecs. What are you doing? Turning. Around? Mmmm. What. Are. You. Doing? Trunks. Gone? When? Oh you little... Oh. Um. My big little. Unnngh! Now? During... Treatment? My big little... Oh! Enormous little buddy between my legs. You...kidding? Nnngh. Your titanic traps. My Quads. My gigantic little buddy. Protect. Growing. Power levels. Invincible! Yes! YES! YES! BEYOND ALL REASON! BEYOND ALL
  6. Hey everyone! Chapter 13 is now available to view in full on my Patreon! Take a look at this short preview below. If you'd like to find out more on the series and enjoy the full exclusive chapters, hop on over to my Patreon page. Pretty soon I'll be launching a new reward tier on my page with even more content! I only need a few more supporters to reach start the new tier. Please consider support if you like the story and want to enjoy more! Thanks! Patreon.com/rekoobaz Enjoy! Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Halloween Special Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 The Intergalactic Adventures of Eero Chapter 13 - Taken patreon.com/rekoobaz The young bodybuilder stood in the gangway huffing and puffing, his muscles still tingling slightly with growth. Gage smirked at the bulging bodybuilder, "I'll take that fuck you were talking about now.” ————————————————————————————————- # ——————————————————————————————————— The flustered bodybuilder could barely react before Gage grabbed him and pushed his enormously muscled body into the galley, his back landing on the table. Gage sauntered in after him, stalking his prey. Eero looked up at the roided out man as he surveyed Eero's godly new muscle, the poor young bodybuilder could almost not see past his massive muscle-tits. "Fuck, man! Ya even more huge than yesterday, Docs nanites are a miracle, they've turned you into a muscled deity," gage marvelled, "and now I get to reap the benefits.” Gage grabbed onto Eero's legs and pushed more of his body onto the table, Eero too out of breath to object. Gage then climbed on top of the table and straddled Eero. Despite the fantastic fuck he'd just had with Gaeten, Eero himself had not cum. The sight of Gage's roided out muscle though had his tumescent meat quickly returning to full hardness. Gage begun grinding back and forth on top of Eero as he removed his clothes, pulling his stringer tank over his head before lifting off Eero slightly to remove his tattered denim cutoffs. Gage's average 6 incher slipped from the confines of the cutoffs, Gage deciding not to wear underwear today (a decision he came to a lot), the excited erection slapped against the underside of Gages roided gut. Gage then shifted his body back over Eero's pelvis, his hand fishing around behind him, freeing Eero's erection from its mesh and lycra confines. Eventually the throbbing member broke free, flicking up and brushing against Gage's taint, the sensation sending sharp stabs of pleasure across his body eliciting a howl of delight from his mouth. "Ahhh! Lemme have that cock," the roided bottom yelled. "Fuck, yesss," Eero breathed as Gage grabbed hold of the bodybuilders 8.5inches, aiming it at his hole. "Awwwghhh! Fuck Yeah!” Gage crashed down upon Eero’s pelvis, the full, thick erection penetrating his hole all the way. "Ahhh," Eero sighed with pleasure, the wet man-pussy felt amazing, massaging his meat as Gage began to buck back and forth. Just like Scipio, Gage was an insatiable bottom. But unlike Scipio, the rugged, roided Gage loved taking control and riding cock as much as possible like the good power-bottom he was. Gage's enthusiastic bucking had the table shaking violently, threatening to tear itself clean from the bolts holding it to the floor. But Gages enthusiasm really got Eero in the mood, and soon he was pounding Gages stretched hole with just as much energy as the mans bucking. The racket they were making meant they didn't hear Bale return. The amused doctor watched the pair going at it on the table, inevitably feeling a stirring in his loins as he enjoyed the view of Eero's member pistoning in and out of Gage's wet man-pussy. Bale didn't want to just be an observer though. During a brief pause in their energetic love making Bale was able to raise his voice over the racket. "Ahem," Bale mock cleared his throat, "people eat off of there you know.” Gage turned and Eero lifted his head over his pecs to see a very horny Doctor with a wicked look, massaging the bulge in his pants. "As a doctor I have to say its very unhygienic, tsk tsk!” "If thats the case then you better join in to make sure we're following safe hygiene practices," Gage suggested, winking. Bale approached the table, "I think that would be for the best,” Bale grabbed Eero's legs and pulled him back to the edge of the table so his legs were hanging. Gage leaned forward pressing his face into Eero's big muscle-tits, this meant his butt was now more exposed, allowing Bale to line himself up. "He's not seriously gonna-" Eero asked in disbelief "Don't worry, I can take it, more to the point I fuckin' love it!" Gage yelled. Eero then shivered with delight as he felt Bale seductively slide the tip of his erect 10 inches over Eero's taint to then rest against the underside of what little bit of Eero's cock wasn't buried deep in Gages fuck-chute. Bales erection tapped incessantly against the edge of Gages stretched hole and Eero's throbbing cock, requesting access to Gages man-pussy. Gage relaxed as best he could around Eero's cock, trying to slacken up a bit to allow Bale in. Bale could feel it, and when Gages hole twitched Bale began his assault. "AWWW FUCK YEAHH!" Gage bellowed. "Uhhhhh!" Eero moaned as he felt Bales meat squeeze in next to his own, heightening his pleasure, feeling the throbs from the doctors pulsing erection. The two got into a nice in out motion, stretching out Gages man-pussy more than ever before. Gage and Eero made out roughly while Bale massaged Gages thick muscular back, their steady thrusting and stroking made them look like a well oiled, sweaty machine. With two well sized cocks abusing his hole Gage was the first to cum, spraying his diminutive, roid affected load along Eero's cobbled abs. "Mmmmmmm! Frrrrk," He muffled into Eero's mouth while kissing. Bale and Eero though could go quite a bit longer, battering Gages prostate for another good ten minutes, in which time Gage had moved from making out with Eero to making out with his massive pecs, licking adoringly all over, suckling and biting at the fat nipples and burying his face in the deep cleavage. "Uhhh, m-make love to my massive pecs!" Eero ordered. He loved the attention received. Sadly Gage was so good he pushed Eero over the edge, the young bodybuilder exploding his load deep inside the stretched man-pussy. Bale could feel it, and reciprocated, painting Gages hole. Eero's and Bales cum miked together in Gages hole, filling the hungry bottom up to overflowing, the excess cum spurting out around their throbbing members, spilling onto the table below. It made quite a mess that Argento would have to clean up. The trio collapsed into a sweaty heap on top of the table, breathing heavily, but contentedly. "Fuckk" Gage breathed as he was sandwiched between the other two, "best double penetration yet!” Eero and Bale smiled in their post-coital haze at the affirmation.————————————————————————————————- # ——————————————————————————————————— © Rekoobaz Hope you enjoyed this little teaser of Chapter 13! To see the full chapter and more head over to my Patreon page! patreon.com/rekoobaz The Intergalactic Adventures of Eero will be an ongoing series on Patreon. Chapters 1 and 2 are free to view to give you a taste. 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  7. Home of the Gods Part Seven by F_R_Eaky Part One: https://muscle-growth.org/topic/13486-home-of-the-gods-part-one-by-f_r_eaky/ Part Two: https://muscle-growth.org/topic/13487-home-of-the-gods-part-two-by-f_r_eaky/ Part Three: https://muscle-growth.org/topic/13490-home-of-the-gods-part-three-by-f_r_eaky/ Part Four: https://muscle-growth.org/topic/13502-home-of-the-gods-part-four-by-f_r_eaky/ Part Five: https://muscle-growth.org/topic/13527-home-of-the-gods-part-five-by-f_r_eaky/ Part Six: https://muscle-growth.org/topic/14012-home-of-the-gods-part-six-by-f_r_eaky/ Part Eight: "... This morning finds one of the suburb areas of greater New York in an awe of wonder or maybe fear. A small handful of folks thought they may have seen big foot, or perhaps the yeti in the very early hours of the morning. They described a creature as being around nine feet tall, maybe taller, extremely lanky, and white, lumbering through the streets and alley ways of their city. Most people believe it to be some kind of new internet horror hoax, but it seems there is proof. "Foot prints in the snow of some folks' yards have a very deep and long impression, measuring at least twenty-one inches long and 8 inches wide, which would turn out to be a US Men's shoe size 41 with an E width. Local chapter heads of Big Foot Societies and local scientists are battling off over the appearance. The scientists saying it's impossible for a humanoid creature to grow to such height and that the sighting contradicts the Big Foot Believer's own testaments as Yetis have only been supposedly spotted around the Himalayas, with the brown furred cousin, Big Foot residing across North America. They also believe that some art or prop department could have easily made a set of giant prop feet and made the marks in the snow. "However, the Big Foot Believers have countered with the variations in depth of the foot prints indicating that it could only have been made by something with multiple joints and bone structure, as well as photo graphs of wet foot prints made of surrounding sidewalks which show a definite skin print pattern. Things that either could not be created or been exceptionally expensive or time and material consuming to create for some kind of hoax. We will report later as more information is gathered on this strange case." Fabian jumped when he heard the far door to the warehouse open. There were a few steps taken and then finally there was a call out. "It's me, Fabe." In strode Reid looking drained and utterly knackered. "Reid, you look horrible..." "A full shift delivering packages with hardly any night's sleep the evening before will do that to one. I need you to hide in the side room for a bit. I've got some stuff for you in the delivery van, but I need to open the truck door and back it in to unpack it. Any reporters, investigators, or police show up?" "No. I think the foot prints on the sidewalk all evaporated or were covered by more wet rain or snow." After that night of growth, they decided to move Fabian into the small warehouse Reid used to house some of his extra stuff. Having reaching a staggering 9' 9" tall, Fabian was too tall for the apartment.... too big all around even. Despite not having a huge amount of musculature, his height had him bending at the waist with bent knees and his broad shoulders, he had to turn and twist sideways to get through a normal sized doorway. He had to walk stooped and bent kneed in order to move through the house as although he was still just over two feet shorter than the ceiling, the ceiling fixtures like fans and chandeliers were quite another story, smacking his head and shoulders. The archways where like the doorways - nearly three feet too short, and the bed was neither tall enough and almost not wide enough - especially if both of them were going to sleep in it, and even though a slim build, at that height his weight was too much for the dining room chairs and stools. All of them crumpled like they were supposed to be collapsible. Fabian went and hid in the make shift bathroom while Reid opened up the garage door part of the warehouse, backed the truck up, and emptied it. When he was done there were several stack pallets pieced together along with several pieces of extra long and thick foam padding, stacked in two, to form a ten foot long by nine and a half feet wide bed. Other pallets were used to form a small - but tall standing table, a stand for their big screen t.v., a make shift counter so Fabian could prepare meals, and one last set to build a chair large enough for Fabian to sit in. As Reid was constructing all of that, Fabian had started doing some work in the bathroom. Having torn down a wall between the bathroom and the office it was attached to, Fabian and Reid had hoped to make the whole area a bathroom for Fabian to use until such time as they found a house big enough to rent or attempt to buy that Fabian could fit into. Fabian was currently busy changing a pipe on the shower stall so he could raise the shower head up several feet so he could actually stand under it. Shortly after Reid shut the garage door and Fabian was on his hands and knees having attached a new longer pipe from the floor level, there was a soft moan from Reid followed by a goodly sized thud. "Oh Faaaaaaabiaaaaaaaaan! Come out, come out, wherever you are?" Through the regular people doorway, before Reid could notice, Gan Otkai, Arjun, and Fernando - the hair man, the hung man, and the bodybuilder respectively, had entered the warehouse and Fernando had picked up a loose board off of a pallet and struck Reid out cold with it. "We're so sorry to have come en mass unannounced, but we heard you've somehow managed to take care of three of our brothers single handedly." Spoke Arjun. "So we decided to come together and have a little party. Don't worry though. We brought our own booze since you seem to be sequestered away and living so... sparsely. And don't trouble yourself for any entertainment; you're going to be providing that in spades. At least you better. Reid wasn't that much fun at all." Fabian's mind boiled over. He was seeing red. What had they done to Reid. Crawling on his hands and feet, he attempted to peer around the doorway of the bathroom to see where they are. He wasn't successful in doing this unnoticed for the trio had managed to see his head poking around the doorway, at his current hand and knee height around four feet our so. "There he is." snickered Fernando. "Arjun.... go get him." On the command Fabian pulled his head back into the bathroom and just sat there waiting. Arjun ran to the doorway and turned to face what he thought would be his captive. However, there stood a giant of a man who was shaking his pelvis at him with a natural firehorse that some firemen might balk at. Swinging his cock around, Fabian smiled at Arjun and said, "Hello, dickless. I've got fourteen inches soft now. That's what three inches more than you erect?" Arjun didn't know what to say or do. He stood there stunned looking back and forth between the height of the man before him and the size of the man's junk. Within a flash Fabian grabbed Arjun by the throat with a yell, one handed, and easily pulled the 6' 4" man into the room, past himself, and throwing Arjun against the back wall. Arjun collapsed to floor very much dazed. Fabian then walked out standing tall and naked, there in all his current glory in the middle of the warehouse. Fernando and Gan Otkai gasped and took a single step backward in shock. They exchanged glances and Gan Otkai motioned for Fernando to do the honors. With a nod back, the near professional sized bodybuilder began running towards Fabian, screaming at the top of his lungs. Fabian stood tall and reared back his right fist, ready to make a connection, however once close by Fernando dropped his shoulders low and instead of a punch to Fabian's face or stomach, he thrust his shoulders into Fabian's pelvic region and hoisted him up while running. "Ok, you're a giant, but you're a slim one at that, and I can still lift and hoist you and slam you into this wall!" The lift and hoist happened but the slamming never did. Fabian reached out and latched one of his hands onto a passing doorway while allowing himself to slid down so his feet hit the floor. Once done it was an all out stop. Even with Fernando's momentum, Fabian wasn't going too far. This sudden stop with the momentum caused Fabian to turn sideways while Fernando wound up spinning off of Fabian's side and tripping into the wall he imagined as the target Fabian would hit. Fabian then took off running toward the other side of the warehouse where Gan Otkai was making a mad dash for the door. At 6' 8" he wasn't a small man, and had a decent build, but he knew better than to attempt to combat a person single handedly that stood just over three feet taller than him. He made it to the door and just got it opened before this enormous paw of a human hand smacked the door shut and held it here. Gan Otkai turned around to see exactly who or what was attacking him, but then he saw stars. Fabian had leisurely balled his hand up in a loose fist and then bopped Gan Otkai on top of the head. It was a small little gesture to Fabain, without a lot of strength or effort, but it was enough to Gan Otkai that it crossed his eyes, made his sinuses sting and his nose tingle, and made his whole body swim. Fabian dragged his body by the collar towards his newly made chair. With the dropping of Gan Otkai's body, Fabian suddenly had a sharp pain as Fernando had returned, once more picking up and using the board, smacking Fabian's side. Fabian ran round the warehouse picking up momentum to out distance Fernando, but being inside a building, even as large as this was, Fernando was bound to catch up again to him at some point. They ran past the bathroom door way again, through which Arjun was attempting to exit. Fabian put his hand on Arjun's chest, which covered it, and shoved Arjun backwards back into the opposite wall of the bathroom. Eventually Fernando made contact, but this time it was to Fabian's blocking left arm. Fabian screamed aloud in pain, his skin was bruised and a little scraped, but surprisingly, the board itself became somewhat bowed and splintered. A dash again around the warehouse, brought the pair back near the pallet stack. Fernando picked up a couple and attempted to swing them at Fabian. Although he could handle the weight easily, the bulk proved to be a problem and his swing went a little wild and off mark. Dodging the swing, Fabian twisted and turned around to the pile and managed to pick up three pallets, hoisted them over his head, and before Fernando could recover from his weight shift stumble from his swing, brought all three pallets right down on top of Fernando's head from about an eleven to twelve foot drop. Gan Otkai had watched the whole thing in horror after having woken up in a slight daze and again was making a scurried sprint to the door as fast as his 6' 8" body would allow. Unfortunately he was jerked back by Fabian who had grabbed a tail of tresses of Gan Otkai's long flowing hair and, nearly ripping Gan's scalp off in the process, flung-dragged Gan to where Fernando lay, ordering him to get down and stay down. The fall resulted in Gan and Fernando's heads clunking, knocking Gan Otkai out cold. "YES! That's what I'm talking about!" screamed Fabian, not exactly himself. "Who's the alpha? WHO'S THE ALPHA AND WHO'S THE BITCHES? BI-ATCHES! AUUUUUUURGH!" Fabian danced around looming over them, feeling so happy he had won. Feeling almost pumped. Feeling excited....powerful.....horny..... As he danced his huge soft anaconda of a dick began to grow and stretch, thicken and lengthen, rising up more and more until it reached full rigidity jutting out nearly two feet from his crotch. Arjun had finally cleared his head and was coming out of the bathroom. Turning to see the sight of his friends collapsed on the floor and the 9' 9" tall Fabian hop-dancing around them and Fabian's giant member, he let out a small, but still quite audible, "Eeep!" Upon hearing it, Fabian turned and faced the direction Arjun was in. In was seemed like just two strides he stood in front of Arjun, face to face, or rather face to abs. That is abs blocked by enormous cock. Arjun just stood there, shaking and transfixed at the size of the man before him. His own package felt like it was receding inside of him at the site of a man more hung than he would ever be. Fabian looked down at the man and just stood there, slightly smirking. After quiet some time he looked down at Arjun said, "Goodnight." and with that took his hand and pulled his cock towards the side by its large, helmet like head, then let it go to smack Arjun up side of his head. Arjun turned on his heels, it was a forceful enough of a smack. He saw stars and felt utterly humiliated. He was going down due to being struck by a penis? Then Fabian's hand came down and finished him off with another of his light taps on the noggin. It was almost instant. The moment that Arjun hit the ground - the drums started. Pounding and pounding. Louder and louder. The noise building up in intensity and frenzy. Names carried in on the breeze began to echo all around the warehouse. Ke'atutelmusele... Ke'atuaule.... Ke'atutelho'i.... Ke'atutel'lauoho.... Ke'atutelmusele... Ke'atuaule.... Ke'atutelho'i.... Ke'atutel'lauoho.... Ke'atutelmusele... Ke'atuaule.... Ke'atutelho'i.... Ke'atutel'lauoho.... The pipes began to sing and hum louder and louder with the drums. The hiss of steam began to escape out of some of the joint joins as the pressure inside the pipes built up. The area that a making shift kitchen was being made had its sink explode water out of the spigot, fill the basin, and then the cascading water fell, streamed, and pooled around Fabian's feet. Once that was done the new pipe Fabian had laid for his shower exploded and hot water shot up like a geyser to fall down on top of Fabian. Using the water as lubricant, Fabian began to rub his massive hands up and down every inch of his torso, one hand eventually moving down to a thigh. He moaned in sweet satisfaction as his left hand began to fondle and play with his left nipple as his right hand began to cup and caress his balls and the stroke the base of his cock. "Oooooh yeah...... OOOOOOH YEAH!......... SWEET FUCK YES! YES! YES!" A slight spray of water had started striking Reid's face and he began to wake up. Feeling fuzzy headed his turn and say Fabian standing in the middle of the warehouse feeling himself up. Eventually Fabian stood with feet shoulder width apart, legs slightly bent, his shoulders tilted back, his arms outstretched and hands balled up in a fist. Repeatedly over and over again he screamed out "yes" like he was being sexually pleasured and done so quite well. At first Reid didn't notice it, but then he started to realize the veins on Fabian's prick were plumping up further, thicker. It started near the head and worked its way up the shaft before disappearing into the light hairs of Fabian's crotch. After that they began to rise and swell all over Fabian's abs then spreading up across his obliques, lats, chest, traps, shoulders, biceps and forearms, while also traveling lower across his thighs, calves and feet. His feet began to grow a little thicker, a little wider. As though he already had big feet, which he did, but they were being made wider by becoming more muscular, supporting more and more bodyweight, or being used to support a body that was hefting an extreme amount of weight. They swell meatier and heavier, followed by the ankles that became incredibly thick as though Fabian wasn't just an extremely tall man, but one who was thick boned, thick built. A body whose thickness would scream, "yeah... if I worked out I'd already start out two to three inches thicker than you and can build more mass on me than you ever would." This was followed by his calves thumping and swelling to the pumping of his blood. Each contraction it grew larger, thicker, harder that little ball of muscle that moved up and down when you walked or were on the balls of your feet. This turned into a much larger ball that all would know kicks soccer balls. Then the upside down heart formed pumping in time with its shape's namesake and getting larger by the minute. Soon a rock hard diamond stood on the back of each of Fabian's shins and that grew and expanded from that triangular look to more of a rectangular emerald cut with slightly rounded corners. Reid, still on the floor, felt himself tenting up, getting turned on as he realized Fabian was growing and swelling well beyond an olympic sized bodybuilder and combine with his height, Fabian's calves had grown to surpass the measurements of his upper arm. Fabian moaned and began to perform some slight knee bends as his thighs began to engorge and inflate with size and power. It at first looked like his thighs were simply getting fatter and fatter, but then one by one, each tear drop shape of his thigh began to grow and grow looking like balloons being inflated with gallons of water, but appearing hard, cut, and striated. Eventually his thigh biceps began to expand and harden and widen out the shape and size of his thigh from the back. Reid was positive when done, each of Fabian's thighs were bigger round than his waist... .... possible his chest! As he looked back over, Reid saw Fabian now twisting and crunching, stretching out his midsection and his abdominals and obliques began to grow in size, shape, and definition. Like those special effects in movies and t.v. shows where the infection or vampire blood spreads through the victim, the lines of Fabian's abs and obliques formed. Crunch, the lower rows of abs were outlined. Twist, the middle rows and lower obliques came to definition. Stretch! All of the lines spread out and criss-crossed his torso defining dozens of obliques and something like and eight-pack of abs. The bubbles of abdominals continued to swell and grow like two columns of miniature bread rising in the oven. When that was done, it looked as if Fabian received a case of hiccups. His back and head would go back a little and then his arms would bounce a bit. But with each bounce his arms were hanging differently at his body's sides. First they hung straight down and close, touching the body. HIC...not so close....HIC....he was like an athlete, the arms slightly out, forearms and hands bent towards the waist. HIC....upper arms are near ten degrees from the shoulder, hands are now freely hanging away from the body, only slightly hitting the thighs when walking. HIC....twenty degree angle. The upper arms sticking out, the lower arms bending back inward. HIC.... HIC..... forty degree angle, the arms almost look as though Fabian is beginning to imitate a plane. The lower arms hang with room to spare between them and the sides and even the abs of Fabian. His lats have been developing and they have grown thicker, wider. When his traps develop as much and as full as the lats have, the effect will look similar to the hood of a cobra on Fabian's body. "Oooooooh" Fabian was moaning and now placing his hands on his pecs and rubbing them...caressing them... cupping them....fondling them...out right groping them. With each squeeze, he'd bounce them, and with each bounce they grew and Grew and GREW. First the thin but tight outline showed, followed by two shallow crescent moons, which grew into small plates, then huge platters, then two semi circular globs, and now barreling out into two huge globes, and then still increasing in thickness and width their front shape squared up somewhat like an upside down trapezoid, but from the side looked like two giant oak casks were lodged into place just under Fabian's collar bones. During this time his nips had grown harder and harder, a little longer and thicker and along with their respective areolas, which had grown slightly oval and larger, had moved from sticking straight out to moving down...down...down... the pectorals until they were on the edge of lower front and underside. So firm, so long, so thick one might now consider calling them teats. Reid, still trying to fight his way to full consciousness, could only continue to watch, from the floor, in silence as he felt his ragging hard on become like steal and throb so hard it was causing physical pain. His pre cum was soaking the inside of his underwear and beginning to make a spot appear on his pants. But the show wasn't done by far as Fabian began to roll his shoulders and shrug. First the traps began to rise: hills....plateaus....mountains rising higher and higher up toward Fabian's head. But this mountain range was soon to be broken apart right in the middle by Fabian's neck that elongated slightly and then became thicker and thicker until his own head look like it rested upon a column of granite. The growth spread down and across his back now making his back, lats, and shoulders ever wider than before. When flexed correctly he didn't have a lil' Christmas tree shape. He had a giant arrowhead. And as the growth hit his shoulders they inflated into beautiful, hard balls - the size of bowling balls, beech balls, giant globes onto of ancient plinths that Altas himself could not shrug. And now the power flowed into the upper arm, first working on the triceps. A small ball was there shrinking and swelling as Fabian moved his arm. Then it grew into kind of a tear drop shape swelling with new power. Again it grew into something resembling the size of a football plastered on the underside of Fabian's arms. Still again it grew in mounds until there was this horse shoe shaped item so thick and bulging from the back of Fabian's arm. It would have looked odd, maybe like some kind of gross growth, but the biceps was soon to join in. The vein swelled and ran straight across the top of Fabian's bicep and it firmed up into that youthful toned look. Then a small ball formed and rolled back and forth whenever Fabian flexed. It grew to become the size of a baseball.... a grapefruit....it then began to morph a bit and when flexed showed two heads and a peak at the top of the ball. Higher and higher it rose looking as though someone had affixed a model of Mount Fuji from a diorama onto Fabian's arm. Together with the triceps Fabian's upper arms, both, separately were larger round than his own head. The arms finished up their growth the forearms, which if they had started would make Fabian look like the cartoon character of Popeye the Sailor Man. The whole effect of Fabian's body was akin to a slightly more realistic hulk. Having stumbled a bit after the water had struck him, he experienced much of the growth in another area of the warehouse on top of an old scale. It still worked and as Reid focused he had noticed the numbers go up and up and up... 852 pounds .....900 .....950 .......1000 .....1100 ......1200 .....1300 .....1400 .....1500 .....1550 ....1600 .....1601 ...1602 .....1603 ....1604 ....1605 ....1606 ....1607 ...1608 ....1609 .....1610. Fabian began to caress himself again. To glide his massive hands over all the rises and ridges into the crevices and valleys that were his massive muscles, but as he did so he appeared to get slightly darker? Reid squinted and watched as Fabians skin looked somehow darker and yet seemed to sparkle or shimmer. It was then that Reid realized it was hair. Fabian was getting hairer. Thicker and longer it grew on his body, feathering over his hands and forearms, half way up his upper arm, spreading from an ever thickening bush around his cock straight up his abs, all of them in their entirety, on to cover his chest, sprouting in a bush under each arm, followed by starting again half way down his upper arm, engulfing his fore arm and stopping on the backs of his hands. On top his face developed a five o'clock, midnight, one day, two - three day growth across his jaw line and upper lip, while on his head, his hair began to flop in front of his eyes and hang between his ears and shoulders. Given its deepening honey golden appearance, if he had a hammer, everyone would've sworn he was the god, Thor. Once the hair was done, Fabian began to buck his hips, but was moaning and crying as if he was having abdominal pain. A few jerks here and another few there, Reid watched as Fabian's balls grew a little larger, a lot fuller, hung slightly lower. Reid's mouth salivated as he watch the sight. Fabian had grown into a tree, and here were the nuts...the cherries...the apples...the lemons .... the grapefruit that hung from that tree and Reid desired to taste it so much. But then a new growth began to happen and Reid's eyes widened his awe, in desire, in lust, in fear.... For Fabian, who was already quite hung due to his cock being enlarged to accept more gods by the God, Ke'atuka'ine, was now taking on and over the trait of the other man he defeated, Arjun, who was nearly as hung as hung to could be. It grew out while flaccid, just a little, but what is just a little measurement on everything else, can be an extreme amount on something physical like a cock. Two inches, that's all it was, well a little more. As Fabian's cock grew from 14 inches soft to sixteen and one-fourths inches flaccid, Reid cried just a little and shifted his ass. Then the show really began. Despite the pleasurable moaning and stroking Fabian had down while his schlong oozed out more from his body in flaccid state, the veins had reappeared and were now snaking their way back across the super shaft and making it grow, thicken, and harden to a full erection. Seventeen inches....eighteen.... nineteen.....twenty.....twenty-one....twenty-two......twenty-three.......twenty-four. Once fully erect Fabian stood there with his two foot long billy-club and began to stroked it hard, fast, and continuously. Screaming out things like "Oh yeah! Big man! and Who's hung?" Fabian worked his personal pole better than any dancer could do at a club. His fore and upper arms swelling more from a pump created by the exercise. His mighty chest heaving harder and faster, his abs contracting. His might granite like legs shaking, his feet beginning to tumble while his toes began to curl. His breath becoming ragged. "Oooooh OOOOOH OH OH OH OH OH OH YEAH! OH YEAH! OH YEP! OH YES.... YES...YESSSSSSS..... AUGH..AH...HA...AHA...AH....AEIII...AEI....AH.... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!" And with that Fabian's goodly sized balls contracted up, followed by a torrent stream of spoo shooting out of his wacker like some water cannon. Reid so in awe in what he was seeing, so in fear of what he had heard, he hadn't paid attention at the direction Fabian was facing. The blast was aimed right at him and it hit him in the face and then chest, sending Reid tumbling backwards where he passed out unconscious again, but this time with a slight smile on his lips, his brain having finally unfuzzed moments before the sperm impact. Fabian let out a roar of satisfaction that shook the warehouse walls and then collapsed to his knees, slightly chipping the concrete floor. The energy spent in jacking and off and releasing combined with the growth of muscle, hair, balls, and cock, had spent his energies and he collapsed unconscious to the floor.
  8. Shahrazad2

    A Couple of Hunks

    (Note, like a lot of my stories, the people in this are based on real people, at least in the beginning. I adjusting names and certain details to make the story more interesting, but I need to give credit where it is due. Let me know what you all think) Stewart and Henry were a married couple. Fortunately for me, their relationship was open, and they enjoyed inviting other guys to play with them. I was only an Italian-American college grad 20 something, kinda lanky, curly-haired and gangly, but 6'2" tall. While I'd been fascinated by twinks in high school and athletes in college, something about the settled, strong, somewhat chubby bodies and easy demeanor of Stewart and Henry drew me. Stewart was Irish-Scottish-American, and worked in some sort of number crunching company. He had bright, twinkling hazel eyes and buzzed hair and a round baby face with a boyish grin and stubble on his lips and chin. He was only about 5'7" tall, but he had a 7 inch long, thin dick that loved attention. His body was also nicely hairy all over, but his fair skin was marred by eczema, and though he said it was about the best it had ever been, he really loved it when I massaged him with the lotion to sooth his discomfort. I admit I was initially surprised, but once he explained the condition and I saw how much he loved being touched I thought of him as a lovable teddy bear, and several times I drove over to their townhouse just to massage him while he watched TV. Stewart's hairy body was fun to touch and play with, and he was very sensual. After a lifetime of being unable to touch anyone for fear of being seen as too gay, I loved caressing him. Stewart was also the more openly horny and the one who was more talkative, and it was he who initially invited me over when we were chatting on Adam4Adam. He liked trashy tv shows and dramas, and he also liked me. Henry was Cambodian-American, and worked as a manager for a mental health company. He had taken his husband's last name, and I was a bit in awe of him. He stood a bit taller than his husband at 5'11" and his body, though soft and smooth, was somewhat stronger from helping the orderlies care for patients. His dark brown eyes seemed to look deep, and he didn't talk much, but he would chat with me on facebook when his busy schedule allowed, and he was always polite and gentle. His skin was a rich bronze, and mostly smooth, except around his loins. His hair was longer than his husband, but only enough to flop neatly on his head, though he sometimes buzzed the sides and back. His dick was thicker than Stewart's, and its shape was sexier, too. Where Stewart got off quickly, Henry liked to take his time with me, both of us cuddling and caressing each other, stroking and sucking and and holding each other as we came, and then cuddling and making out afterwards. Sometimes, while Stewart would get off early and go clean up, Henry and I would spend longer and longer periods in bed, making out and exploring each other's bodies. I admit, if I found Stewart cute and playful and fun to take care of, I yearned for time spent with Henry. He was usually busy, though, and so I became more a friend to Stewart than a friend with benefits to both of them. One evening, though, Henry was working on something while Stewart and I reclined on the couch with his lotion, and while burly Cambodian was usually silent when he had a project, tonight he seemed especially focused on his laptop and some odd device, which looked like a combination of a tablet and a stereo and a whisk. "What's going on," I asked in a whisper to Stewart, who shrugged, and murmured back, "Some sort of mental health psychosomatic reinforcement subliminal message projector thing... there've been a few rowdy patients at Henry's job lately, and he's been trying to invent something to help them make breakthroughs, lower addiction symptoms, etc... doesn't seem to be working too well, if his temper is any indication. Poor guy has been beating himself up over trying to make it work, but I think his coworkers have written it off as a lost cause already. But the good news is he's made some progress on other stuff. He found a new experimental skin cream for me... it's supposed to work wonders... want to try it out?" I smiled. Stewart is cute when he wants something, though his condition can't be comfortable. "Sure thing... but let me wash my hands first... maybe make your husband take a break and start you on it," I reply as I get up, go to the restroom, and, out of habit, close and lock the door. It's not that I'd mind if either of them barged in on me if I was doing things far more private than washing hands, but it's just one of my quirks. Through the door, I heard the following: "Henry, hon, could you at least get me started before Mikey gets back?" "Ugh... I'll need to wash my hands afterwards if I'm going to be working on this piece of junk, but yeah, I could use a break, babe. I swear it is picking up kinky porn channels or something instead of projecting anything. If I could just find the right medium, I'm sure it'd work. Even now it is just loading." "You'll get it right eventually, hon." "Thanks babe. Oof... this jar is sealed tight." "C'mon, big guy, you're really strong... you can open it." "Grrr... I'll show you strong, sexy... finally!" I heard Stewart's mild, teasing applause, then, a moment later, "Ooo... thanks... that feels good, hon." "Yeah, it is nice and smooth... kinda tingly, though, mayb-" Henry was interrupted by a sudden electronic hum, which continued for several minutes. I was a little unnerved by their sudden silence, turned the sink off, and called out, "Guys, you ok?" In unison, both Stewart and Henry nearly moaned, "We ok," their voices sounding strangely flat over the continuing mechanical buzz. I finished drying my hands, opened the door and stood there in shock. Stewart and Henry were frozen in place, the new skin cream smeared over Henry's hands and Stewart's belly. But the skin cream was glowing with a strange golden light, and both men's expressions were blank. It was like they were awaiting something. At the same time, the device Henry had been working on was vibrating, the whisk-part shaking as electric arcs danced between the metal frame. I went over to examine the screen and saw the following message: Medium for personality and physiology alteration found. Connection made... suggestion waves interfacing with subject(s) physiology. Subject 2 has dermal errors... Medium can make repairs with heightened stimulation. Authorize? Y/N? I thought for a moment. Should I do this? Would it really help Stewart's skin? What if it made things worse? How long would this effect last? I took a deep breath, and typed "Y" The device flashed, and the gel flowed over Stewart, coating him entirely. I rushed over to try and pull it off his face, but in a moment, it seemed to have sunk into his skin, save for a few globs in the jar and on Henry's hands. But Stewart started to moan and lean back out of his husband's touch, running his hands over his body and writhing in what looked like pleasure on the couch. "Yeah... oh baby, yeah, yeah, I've never felt this good... fuck yeah!" he cried out. He opened his eyes and locked them with mine. "Mikey, fuck me, please fuck me, I need to get fucked! Fffffuck!" he growled out and yanked off his shirt, exposing his shoulders. I thought for a brief moment that he had snapped out of his earlier trance, but his eyes, though heavy lidded and sex-driven, were still unfocused. I noticed, though, that his skin seemed slightly more clear than before. I made up my mind. "Ok Stewart, I'll fuck you... pants off," I command, pulling off my clothes as I spoke. Something about Stewart seemed stronger, more alluring. No more the cute, sympathetic pup, now, physically tearing his pants and briefs off his legs and revealing a surprising bulge, long and slim and hardening. His neck and arms and chest all seemed thicker, more fire plug powerful, but he also seemed an inch taller. "Fuck yeah, Mikey! Only it's Stu, fuck, not Stewart. Stewart's a dweeb's name, and I'm... fuck... I'm all man." He really was changing before my eyes. His neck was thicker, and his biceps were flexing as he growled and cursed. I was surprised to see a tribal tattoo forming on his arms and shoulders, and his hair seemed to be reshaping into a military high and tight. His facial stubble was thickening. As I positioned myself, I noticed that Henry was still frozen in place, his eyes locked on the empty air where Stewart... Stu... had been when they first froze. But his pants are noticeably bulging, as if he can sense what is going on and can't help but be aroused. I took a deep breath, and slid into... Stu's hole. He felt tight, and he was flexing, his bulky body showing hard muscle underneath a daddylike meat. His cock flopped onto his gut, which was starting to show roid-abs, and he moaned loud and long, his voice deeper as his chest and neck muscles started to swell. His sweat smelled muskier, deeper somehow. I was finding myself lost in his body, seeing how responsive he was to each thrust of my dick. Then I noticed that he was actually getting a bit taller with each thrust. Where Stewart's rash had been, Stu only had flushed skin from the lust he was experiencing. His eyes were rolling back in his head, and nothing but profanity spilled from his now bearded lips as a newborn daddy hunk who lay on the couch beneath me. Eventually, I heard the device beep, and it seemed to trigger Stu's responses. He roared out, "Oh fuck... oh goddamn fucking FUCCCCKKKKKK!" Cum splattered from his dick and across his bulky, hairy chest muscles, and he seemed to pass out in a sexually satisfied stupor. I pulled out, but he didn't seem to notice, just began to snore. I noticed that his cum was soaking into his skin just like the lotion had, though. I went over to the device to see what it had to say about the situation, and saw the following message displayed: Medium for Personality and Physical Alteration suitable. Subject 2 responded extremely well. Save (rename) - Subject 2: __________ I began to type "Stu" into the blank, but autocorrect finished for me and saved him as "Stud." Searching databases... "Stud" qualities applied. Details downloaded from 34,768 pornographic films (see list). Increasing sex drive. Lowering inhibitions. Seeking open relationships or opportunities to spread genetic material. Intelligence shifting from academic to physical and socially and sexually driven. Subject 2 saved as "Stud." "Oh geez... I hope that doesn't make things worse." I mumble to myself, before the device beeped again. I looked to the screen and saw a new message. Medium for personality and physical alteration insufficient. Please apply greater quantities of the medium to Subject 1's epidermis. Failure to do so promptly could result in brain damage from extended halted mental operations. I looked at Henry, and saw that drool was starting to spill from his lips. "Oh geez oh geez oh geez," I yelped as I grabbed some dishwashing gloves from the sink to avoid getting any of the stuff on me, and yanked open Henry's button down shirt to expose as much of his golden skin as possible. I took the jar from his hand and began slathering the lotion onto his body, watching as it glowed brilliantly under the stimulation of the device's signals. When I'd practically emptied the container, I dropped, it, pulled off the gloves so they landed on Henry's bare feet, and returned to the device, where I was relieved to see a new message waiting for me. Medium for personality and physical alteration found. Connection made... suggestion waves interfacing with subject(s) physiology. Subject 1 experienced mild brain damage. Repairs must be made to allow continued functioning. Authorize? Y/N? Without hesitation I pressed Y. I wanted Henry safe and whole. The device flashed again, and the gel coated all of Henry's body, remaining for longer than it had on Stewart before sinking into the bronzed Cambodian skin. Henry showed signs of life, animating and moaning low and loud. Unlike his husband, he didn't say any words... in fact, it seemed like he was acting far more primal and animalistic than Stewart had. He began to growl, deep in his throat and belly, and flex his muscles... which were beginning to pump and swell, making his remaining clothes look that much tighter. Veins seemed to swell in his neck and torso, as if pumping with the gel. His gut seemed to be pushing towards me, but "roid gut" abs were forming on its expanse as well. Henry's shoulders seemed to be getting broader, and his breathing was louder as the changes swept through his body (and presumably his mind). His neck was getting thicker, more bull-like, and I heard his spine crack as he began to get taller. Soon, he was approaching my height! Henry's clothes seemed smaller and smaller, but he took a step towards me, reaching out with hands that spasmed as a response to his arm muscles starting to grow. I felt those twitching, throbbing hands grab me... and push me aside! Instead of doing anything with me, like Stewart... or Stu, or Stud, I suppose... had, Henry went straight for his husband's passed out form on the couch. He bent his knees and flexed with a grunt, and began to flex more seriously. Shockingly, his muscles seemed to bulge and pump and swell even more! In a moment, his shirt had torn off his broad, veiny shoulders, revealing a body that had grown into the muscle, massive gut bulging under pillow-sized pecs capped with erect nipples. As his body continued to flex and expand, soon his pants too started to tear off... and perhaps in preparation for my visit, he hadn't been wearing underwear underneath. His cock, now a solid, massive monster, thick and vein-covered, flew up and smacked his belly as the tattered remnants of his old life fell to the floor. Even his socks ripped off his now bigger bare feet. The newly naked beast of a man wasted no time, leaning forward to bury his face and tongue between the cheeks of his husband's new hairy, unblemished muscle butt. I could hear loud slurping sounds as Henry... or the man who'd been Henry... began to rim Stu's stud ass with long strokes of his tongue. Stu began to moan and wake up. With a string of dialogue that I was starting to recognize from certain porn movies, Stu left no doubt about that. "Oh fuck, hon, you're so big! Look at those muscles... yeah, eat out that tight ass. Our little friend didn't fill me near enough. I need your big meat. Give it to me, hon... give me that. Huge. Fucking. Dick!" Henry complied. It was really hot to watch his body move, his head rising from his partner's hole, his hard dick, now almost as thick and long as my forearm, dripping precum as he lined it up, then placed his big hands on his husband's hairy shoulders and thrust inside the smaller man. The couch, a well-weighted thing that had withstood a lot, actually moved with the force, and Stu's language turned, if possible, even more profane. There was no effort to make sense, just variations on the theme of fucking in between gasps of breath with each thrust Henry made. Until Stu did something that changed things... he renamed Henry: "C'mon, Hank, stop holding back and pound me! FUCK!" Henry... or, I suppose, Hank, now... froze, despite Stu's extremely vocal complaints. "H-hank..." he moaned, his voice rough. "I-I'm H-Hank..." "Yeah, you are, HUNK, now fucking fucking FUCK ME!" yelled Stu. He probably shouldn't have said that. Henry's face seemed conflicted. "Hank... Hunk... Hank... Hunk... Hank... Hunk." As Stu continued to scream profanities, I moved forward, stood on tiptoe (for Henry had inched taller over the last minute or so), and murmured in his ear. "Some people call you Henry or Hank... or even Hunk." Henry's huge, muscular body stilled at my words. "I call you beautiful and powerful and genius and brilliant and sexy and the greatest man I know." Henry's body was shaking as his mind tried to accomodate all the changes it was undergoing at the words I spoke. "You're... Stu's... husband. A hard worker. Really gentle and strong and understanding at the same time. I wish I could call you mine." The world seemed to stop. Was I really going to do this? If I said the right thing, I could claim this mountain of a man for myself, maybe more deeply than anyone else ever would. But... if he didn't choose me, then his only interest in me would be flat and mechanical, right? It wouldn't be real. Henry deserved better than that. Hank deserved better than that. I deserved better than that. I thought for a minute to choose my words carefully, my mind made up, as I blocked out Stu's grumbles, I took a deep breath. "... but you're your own man." He seemed to shudder and sigh, and a smile moved across his lips as he nodded, seeming more at peace. Then, he abruptly returned to fucking his husband like it was the only thing that mattered. Henry... Hank... picked up Stu and started fucking him in mid-air, smooth lips against bearded ones. The harder and faster Hank thrust into his love, the more weight seemed to melt off him. Hank went from bulky to more powerfully built, with greater and greater definition. Cut muscles were revealed across his back and torso, and his ass showed incredible striation as his hips sped up. Sweat gleamed over his body as his huge biceps and powerful legs flexed, and, still sucking face, both men came. I could hear Stu cussing against his husband's kiss, though the words were muffled, and Hank's whole body just shuddered as they coated each other in their seed... which also seemed to melt into their flesh almost immediately. Both men then sank to the ground, wrapped in each other's embrace and drifted off to sleep again. I went over to the device, and found that it had overheated and died, its internal circuits fried sometime during the events of the evening, leaving it as a useless molten piece of junk. The lotion container that Stewart had needed was likewise entirely empty. I tried to clean up, but the guys wouldn't be moved from their spot on the carpet, so I settled in on the couch to be there for them when they woke up. Everything's different now. Stu and Hank (or Stud and Hunk, as they sometimes refer to themselves) have a voracious sexual appetite now, especially for each other. They're the only ones they can really cut loose with, since they are so much stronger and more durable than other men. That hasn't stopped them from pursuing careers as rising stars in the porn world. The public loves Stu's rough and tumble Daddy Bear style, and he's taken to the leather world as well. Meanwhile, at 7'3," Hank is one of the tallest, most powerfully built men out there, and he's seen as the strong, stoic type. Their old minds and memories are hazy at best, and Hank especially seems to be a completely new man. Their sex drives are through the roof, though, and they seem ready to try new things, so they've moved across the country to settle in to new lives where they won't have to encounter their old friends and family. I get a Christmas card each year from them, usually with palm trees and naked guys on it. And, of course, I have ordered every film they've starred in. Nobody knows what went wrong with the weird device and the gel. No one was ever able to replicate the same results with either product. The doctors gave each man a clean bill of health, but their psychiatrists said it might be years before they mentally and emotionally recover from the changes... if ever. They said that Henry and Stewart's nerves must've been hijacked by the malfunctioning device's signal through the medium of the gel, and through those nerves, the rest of their physiology was similarly affected. But doctors and shrinks became compromised after I found one worshipping both partners. It seemed that people just couldn't keep their hands off Hank and Stu... including Hank and Stu. When they left, they were both too into exploring their new muscles and minds that they spent an increasing amount of time having sex and exploring their changes. They didn't even say goodbye. As for me? I'm just living my life, just a normal guy who had a brush with greatness. I'm hoping someday, someone or someones will love me that much.
  9. Hey everyone! Chapter 12 is now available to view in full on my Patreon! Take a look at this short preview below. If you'd like to find out more on the series and enjoy the full exclusive chapters, hop on over to my Patreon page. Pretty soon I'll be launching a new reward tier on my page with even more content! I only need a few more supporters to reach start the new tier. Please consider support if you like the story and want to enjoy more! Thanks! Patreon.com/rekoobaz Enjoy! Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Halloween Special Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 The Intergalactic Adventures of Eero Chapter 12 - The Shoot patreon.com/rekoobaz Eventually the trio made it to their destination. "Gaeten told me just to let ourselves in," Scipio announced as they arrived at what appeared to be a villa. "He only uses this place when he comes into the city, the guy is loaded!” Eero followed Scipio through the unassuming front courtyard, Scipio swiping his Slate against the front door to let them in. The inside was much more impressive. As the front door swung itself open, the amazing interior was revealed. The place was sleek and minimalist, sparsely furnished. The walls were adorned with black and white prints of what must have been Gaeten's work. Eero noted that they were all tightly cropped images of the male form, a muscular male form. Eero felt a tightness in his shorts as he gazed upon the erotic imagery. All of the rooms looked south out over a balcony that wrapped around the villa and gave panoramic views of the city as it stepped down the hillsides towards the shores of Lake Et Nitido. Eero could see now why they were shooting there, although he was worried that the views of the city might distract from the views of his muscles. Close, but not a chance. "Your bag, Sir," Argento spoke as he handed Eero his bag, whose face was pressed up against the glass, looking at the view in wonderment. "Gaeten asked that you tan up for your photoshoot, stuff should be in your bag," Scipio explained. "Allow me to help you, Sir," Argento spoke quickly, and smiling, almost wickedly? "Bathroom should be through there," Scipio pointed. ————————————————————————————————- # ——————————————————————————————————— Eero stood in the middle of the rather luxurious bathroom, much more spacious than the tiny cubicle on the Musculus, and began to remove his clothes. Argento came up behind Eero, "Allow me, Sir," the metallic man insisted as he rested his hand on Eero's thick shoulder. "O-okay then," Eero replied, letting go of his sweatshirt. Argento grabbed hold of Eero's waist and pulled the young bodybuilder in close against his own chest, he loved holding Eero close. He reached over Eero's shoulders, tracing his fingers down Eero's front, not forgetting grasp Eero's pecs and pinch his nipples on the way down, eliciting a delighted moan from the big muscle-slut. Eero's head was nestled in between Argento's own massive biceps, acting comically almost like a neck pillow stopping Eero's head from lolling to the side in bliss as the robot assaulted his torso with pleasure. "Mmmm," Eero moaned, tilting his head to one side to delicately kiss Argento's right bicep. Sensors acting like the hair follicles on human skin relayed the sensation to Argento's positronic brain, filling his artificial body with pleasure. As a result, Eero could feel the unmistakable sensation of Argento's silicone phallus growing against his lower back. Argento grabbed at the hem of Eero's sweatshirt, dragging his fingers across Eero's abs as he pulled the garment up past Eero's massive pecs and then over his head. Once it was off Eero turned to face Argento and rewarded him with a deep open mouth kiss. "That feels very nice, Sir," Argento spoke as Eero pulled away, "you are making me feel pleasure.” "How about now?" Eero asked as he grasped the metallic mans full 14 inches with his hand, tugging enthusiastically at the silicone erection that had been bobbing eagerly in front of him. "Oh y-yes, S-Sir," Argento jerked, one of his eyelids twitching slightly, his artificial brain overloading with pleasure signals. "And what about no-wphff," Eero asked as he knelt down and swallowed the plump head of the metallic mans pulsing erection. Argento's software was being overloaded with pleasure signals, no one had ever pleasured him orally, usually he was the one doing it. "S-s-s-sir, p-p-please, my s-s-software cannot-," Argento's voice lagged. Eero quickly stopped sensing something was wrong. "Are you okay Argie?" Eero asked as he stood, steadying the pleasure stricken robot. "My apologies, Sir," Argento spoke, "My internal hardware needs to be upgraded, my software cannot keep up with all the pleasure signals.” Eero had to chuckle a little. "Sorry Argie, didn't mean to overwork you," Eero smiled sheepishly. "Do not apologise, Sir, It is I who should apologise. I am not able to fully cater to your desires," Argento lamented. "Perhaps we should continue getting undressed," Eero suggested. Argento agreed, and knelt down to remove Eero's mesh shorts, gently pulling them down over Eero's mighty quads and diamond calves. The big muscled robot was now left to survey the magnificence of Eero's tightly clad bulge. Argento cupped it gently in his hands like he was handling a precious artefact. He then crept his fingers upwards to the straps of his thong, pulling it down slowly until Eero's eager tumescent erection slipped free. Argento did encounter some resistance as he continued to pull the thong down, the strip of fabric along the back once again caught between Eero's glutes. And again, Eero received a pleasant spark of pleasure as the thong rubbed against his eager, wanting fuck-chute. Once Eero was fully undressed, Argento commenced slathering the young bodybuilder with the thick copper tanning lotion. Eero leant against the glass overlooking the city, steadying himself so Argento could apply it evenly over his body. Although Argento knew the tanning lotion might seep in through the gaps in his hands to the mechanics below, the metallic man took the risk so he could revel in the joy of running his hands over Eero’s muscles. "Even bigger than before, very impressive, Sir," Argento complimented Eero on his recent growth. Argento started by generously massaging the thick tanning agent generously into Eero's lower back, expertly giving Eero a deep tissue massage at the same time, loosening up every muscle ready to flex in front of the camera. The thick lotion mixed with Eero's light skin, turning it into glistening, rippling liquid gold. Every muscle on his thickly corded back popped under the light. "Ahhh, thats nice Argie, go lower!" Eero breathed. Argento slid his metallic hands downwards to Eero's epic bubblebutt, rubbing the lotion in hard circular motions which spread the cheeks apart with each motion, exposing the bodybuilders tight little fuckchute. The erotic sight had Argento's artificial salivary glands working overtime, the metallic man practically drooling over Eero's liquid gold buns. "We need to make sure we get everywhere, Sir," Argento announced. With that, Argento squeezed more of the tanning lotion onto his hands, before bending down and tracing his finger from Eero's tailbone down into the deep crevice of his bubble-butt. "Ohhhh, Argie!" Eero gasped. Eero knew he should've been focused on getting ready, but he wasn't going to deny his metallic friend the pleasure of worshipping his body, or deny himself. "Y-you know what to do . .," Eero breathed. Indeed he did. Argento drew his finger lower until it was rested on the prize, Eero's twitching fuck-chute. Argento gently applied force to Eero's hole, slowly penetrating it with his finger, eliciting a crescendo of moans from the bodybuilder. Argento drew his one finger in and out slowly, then added another, and another. "Awwwghhhh! Argie! Fuck Yes!" Eero bellowed, a racket not unheard by Scipio outside. With his free hand Argento reached between Eero's thick legs, grabbing hold of the muscle-sluts throbbing erection. Argento began stroking it in time with the thrusts of his fingers, overwhelming Eero with a heady mix of pleasure from both ends. Argento hadn't forgotten to coat his hand in tanning lotion before grabbing hold of Eero's erection. "As I said, Sir, everywhere," Argento stated. "F-f-fuuuckk!" was all Eero could utter, his face pressed against the window. It didn't take long for the inevitable to happen, Eero had been pent up all morning, his tight clothes rubbing and riding up against his hole, Argento’s pleasure overload and now his expert ministrations. "Unnghhhhharghhh!" Eero bellowed as his load burst forth from his tanning lotion lubed erection. Argento caught most of it in his hand, holding a tight fist over Eero's purple head, the rest splattered against the glass leaving a sticky mess. "Unh, Unh, Unh," Eero's shallow breaths echoed through the bathroom, "If-if thats your approach to applying tanning lotion Argie then you better be joining me at my next contest," Eero laughed a little, still short of breath. “It would be my pleasure, Sir, it may also help relieve you of any nerves before your contest," the metallic man smiled wickedly. "And look what I have here," he continued. Eero turned and saw his emissions running down Argento's tan covered fingers. The bodybuilder gently grabbed hold of Argento's mighty metal and silicone arm and guided the fingers towards his mouth. Eero licked his own generous load off Argento's finger, methodically running his tongue between each digit, not wanting to miss a drop. "Mmmmm," Eero moaned. Argento looked very aroused by Eero's lewd act. "It seems I may have been a little too liberal with the lotion, Sir, we may not have enough to cover the rest of your body, especially your pectorals," Argento explained. "Then you'll just have to rub off some of the excess from the rest of my body," Eero grinned. ————————————————————————————————- # ——————————————————————————————————— © Rekoobaz Hope you enjoyed this little teaser of Chapter 11! To see the full chapter and more head over to my Patreon page! patreon.com/rekoobaz The Intergalactic Adventures of Eero will be an ongoing series on Patreon. Chapters 1 and 2 are free to view to give you a taste. (Links above) If you're interested you can find out more at patreon.com/rekoobaz By pledging just $1.00 per month you'll be able to enjoy this chapter and more in full at 4000+ words. Thanks, and again, feedback is appreciated! Don't forget to check out Eero on Tumblr. Enjoy all the sexy the inspires The Intergalactic Adventures of Eero!
  10. CardiMuscleman

    The Doctor and the He-Man

    There have been a number of suggestions about teaming up characters who you might never normally expect to see together because they are complete opposites and one combination that has been mooted in the past is the Doctor (very intelligent but not that strong) with He-Man (incredibly strong but nothing like as intelligent as the Doctor) so here's my little offering as to whether it could work. As a sense of placement, it happens after "The Enemy Within" (which was broadcast in 1996 and featured Paul McGann as the Doctor) and before "The Night of the Doctor (which was broadcast in 2013 and introduced Sir John Hurt as the War Doctor) Chapter One As the TARDIS landed with its customary thump, the Doctor was rifling through the drawers of the cupboard in the console room looking for his interniary. He had been warned, by means of a projection from the Matrix, the heart of all Time Lord knowledge, that a time war was coming, a war that was started by the Daleks in revenge for the mission that he had undertaken for the Time Lords to avert their creation. That mission, with Harry Sullivan and Sarah Jane Smith, had only been a partial success, delaying their rise by a millennium, but it was all the provocation the Daleks would need, and so he was commissioned to find allies and that meant visiting every class five planet in the TARDIS databanks and that included "Eternia" he declared as he found the piece of paper, "I knew it was here somewhere!" and with that closed the drawer and read from the sheet of paper. Located at the centre of the known universe, it was likely to be one of the first planets to be invaded by the Daleks and therefore, although the habitants were much bigger and stronger than most humanoids in that sector, they could ever expect to stand up to the Daleks and so it was decided that they would be asked to join against them. It was a planet that had suffered from war, if the records were correct, a Great War, that meant the planet was half science and half barbarian, which reminded the Doctor of the planet where he was condemned as "The Face of Evil" and hoped that the members of this planet were not going to put him on trial as happened there so with that put on his coat and left the TARDIS. He was a little disappointed when he found that the TARDIS had landed in the middle of a plain, but he liked walking. Ever since he had been given the pair of shoes that he was wearing by Dr. Grace Holloway, he wore them as a way to remember "the doctor who brought back the dead" in the form of himself, although she was the reason he regenerated in the first place, and both her and Chang Lee after the Doctor defeated the Master's plan to destroy Earth at the turn of their third millennium and in doing so brought them back to life, but as he locked the TARDIS door, he instantly realised that he was not alone. "Greetings, Doctor" said a voice and as he turned around he smiled. "My dear Sorceress, how lovely to see you again, and may I say you don't look a day over a millennium!" The eagle that was sitting on the ground in front of him, nodded its head before taking to the skies and headed south. "After you" smiled the Doctor and was soon walking towards the fabled home of the Eternian Royal Family, whose monarch he had been charged to speak to, however little did he realise that he was being watched "DOCTOR SIGHTED ON PLANET SURFACE. INFORM SUPREME DALEK" "THE DOCTOR MUST NOT KNOW OF OUR PLANS. SEEK THE BEING KNOWN AS SKELETOR WITHOUT DELAY AND CONDITION HIM TO FOLLOW DALEK PLANS" "I OBEY, SUPREME DALEK"
  11. (Apologies for the weird black lines on the formatting, it keeps happening despite me trying to fix it.) Hi There All! Chapter 11 has just been uploaded on my Patreon! Here's the preview for you to take a look at. If you'd like to find out more on the series and enjoy the full exclusive chapters, hop on over to my Patreon page. Pretty soon I'll be launching a new reward tier on my page with even more content! I only need 9 more supporters to reach my goal and I'll launch the new Tier. Please consider supporting if you like the story and want to enjoy more! Thanks! patreon.com/rekoobaz Enjoy! Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 (Teaser) Chapter 4 (Teaser) Chapter 5 (Teaser) Chapter 6 (Teaser) Halloween Special (Full) Chapter 7 (Teaser) Chapter 8 (Teaser) Chapter 9 (Teaser) Chapter 10 (Teaser) The Intergalactic Adventures of Eero Chapter 11 (TEASER) - Bigger patreon.com/rekoobaz Bale prepared the syringe, a lot bigger and aggressive looking compared to the first time, but it was a bigger dose after all. "Just like before, just lay back on the exam table here and relax," Bale guided Eero to lie flat on the table. Eero complied and lay back, taking a deep breath and trying to keep his arousal at bay so the doctor could continue his work. Bale pointed the needle at Eero's shoulder. The dullest pain could be felt as the needle pierced the skin, Eero held his breath, a few seconds, and then, done. "And there we go," Bale spoke, discarding the syringe. "So how long do you expect for it to take effect this time?" Eero asked. "Always hard to say, but probably around an hour," Bale guessed. "Hmmm, what to do in the meantime I wonder," a coy look returning to Eero's face, this time intentional as he stared at Bale. "I'll finish up here, go wait in your cabin," Bale ordered. ———————————————————————————————— # ——————————————————————————————————— Soon after, Eero and Bale were washing themselves off together, squeezed into the Musculus' tiny shower cubicle, still waiting patiently for Eero's growth to begin. They didn't have much longer to wait. As the water cascaded over the their muscles, Eero began to feel a familiar numb tingling, like pins and needles, all over his body. The sensation spread quickly and Eero gasped. "Doc! It's starting! Unhhhh!” This time, only the dullest pain could be felt as the nanites went to work rebuilding Eero's muscles, starting around his shoulders where the metallic muscle builders had been injected. Eero's shoulders grew wider, his deltoids rounding out even more in a beautiful curve the weaved down into the tops of his biceps and triceps, they too thickening up quite quickly. Eero's arms had always been somewhat average compared to the rest of his body but now they were rock hard, pulsing canons of might! The growth continued to spread around Eero's torso, his traps enlarged, hugging his neck and the growth moved towards Eero's already monumental pecs, fortunately, their growth was minimal, bringing their size into better proportion with the rest of his body, but the cleavage was even more impressive Bale noticed as he watched the transformation slack-jawed. He wanted nothing more than to run his tongue up and down the deep crevice as he watched mesmerised as the water from the shower cascaded down the deep valley. Bale grabbed Eero's wet arms and held the growing bodybuilder tightly, savouring the beauty of his transformation, "Ohhh Doc, it feels sooo gooood this time!" Eero moaned. His cock growing erect again despite just having spilt his load all over Bale in his cabin. Eero did experience a slight stab of pain as he felt his fat nipples enlarge a little more, now finger like nubs hanging from two massive muscle-tits. His waist barely grew at all, creating a phenomenal taper downwards. His abs and obliques grew more plump, looking like they were trying to break free from his skin, but they were still held taut against the narrow waist. Eero's significant bubble butt became more boulder like, his twin globes pushing out further from his lower back seemingly defying gravity in the process, as Eero shuffled around in the tight shower cubicle the boulders jiggled ever so slightly, indicating they would still be good fun to play with, especially when Eero's tight little thong was separating those massive cheeks. Eero's calves split and became wider and fiercer looking, an extreme taper could be seen as the muscle thinned out toward the bodybuilders ankles, an aesthetic that was seen a lot across Eero's body, a contrast between thick and delicate. Eero began to think the nanites had done their work as any signs of pain began to disappear, but the nanites still had one more surprise for the bodybuilder. Hair began to sprout across Eero's jaw, creating a very sexy 5 o'clock shadow. Dirty blonder hair also sprouted across Eero's now even more substantial body, making Eero look very manly and virile. Shame, because of course body hair was a big no-no for a bodybuilder, especially one due for a photoshoot the next day. Bale stepped out of the cubicle to fully survey Eero's musculature. He was almost godly. Bale watched as Eero inspected his improved body as the water continued to cascade over him. Bale couldn't help but begin jacking himself off as he watched the show. "How much do I weigh now?" Eero spoke aloud as he stepped from the shower, not bothering to dry himself and stepped onto the scales next to the basin. Bale watched from over Eero's thick shoulder as the numbers slowly blinked higher and higher, 240, 245, 250, 255, 261! "Holy shit Doc! 261lbs! Thats over 15lbs of growth this time!" Eero yelled excitedly. "Oi! Whats the hold up in there?” Gage yelled as he banged on the door, waiting to use the shower. Bale and Eero looked at each other, grinning, and unlocked the door. The 'whoosh' of door opening was a good sound effect to describe Gages breath being taken away. He stood in the doorway stunned as he took in Eero's new size. It took a lot for the gruff ex-marine to be speechless. But the new size of the sexy muscle-slut before him certainly did the trick. "Fuck," was all gage could muster. Eero laughed, "I'd love to sometime.” Gage actually went red! "But not right now, I've got an early start tomorrow," Eero slapped Gage on the ass as he walked out of the shower room, the big muscle-slut brimming with confidence after his latest growth. ———————————————————————————————— # ——————————————————————————————————— © Rekoobaz Hope you enjoyed this little teaser of Chapter 11! To see the full chapter and more, head on over to my Patreon page! patreon.com/rekoobaz The Intergalactic Adventures of Eero will be an ongoing series on Patreon. Chapters 1 and 2 are free to view to give you a taste. (Links above) If you're interested you can find out more at patreon.com/rekoobaz By pledging just $1.00 per month you'll be able to enjoy this chapter and more in full at 4000+ words. Thanks, and again, feedback is appreciated! Don't forget to check out Eero on Tumblr. Enjoy all the sexy stuff that inspires The Intergalactic Adventures of Eero!
  12. Hi There All! Chapter 9 has just been uploaded on my Patreon! Here's the preview for you to take a look at. If you'd like to find out more on the series and enjoy the full exclusive chapters, hop on over to my Patreon page. Pretty soon I'll be launching a new reward tier on my page with even more content! I only need 9 more supporters to reach my goal and I'll launch the new Tier. Please consider supporting if you like the story and want to enjoy more! Thanks! patreon.com/rekoobaz Enjoy! Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 (Teaser) Chapter 4 (Teaser) Chapter 5 (Teaser) Chapter 6 (Teaser) Halloween Special (Full) Chapter 7 (Teaser) Chapter 8 (Teaser) Chapter 9 (Teaser) The Intergalactic Adventures of Eero Chapter 10 (TEASER) - Deal patreon.com/rekoobaz "Ohh, your muscle is pretty hot Doc!" Eero admitted. Bale beamed at Eero’s admiration. He wrapped his arms tightly around the bodybuilders waist, "Wanna get better acquainted with them?" "Fuck yeah!" ————————————————————————————————# ——————————————————————————————————— Eero was guided by Bale onto his bunk, it was already snug, and with two bulging muscle men trying to get comfortable it was even tighter. But close quarters just meant the two men could get even closer. At first Bale lay down his bunk, leaning to one side to exhibit his new mass. Now Bale was no slouch before, he took decent care of his body, but his new bulk really showed. His abdomen for example was much tighter and was now enhanced by some sweet definition. Eero knelt beside Bale’s bunk and began to worship at the altar of Dr. Veneficus' musculature. The hunky doctor could now pass as an impressive fitness model if he ever desired. Bale reclined like a Greek god on a chaise long, looking at his admirer and giving him one simple command. "Go on, get acquainted," Bale ordered. Eero delicately traced his strong fingers over Bales chunky new calves. The new mass looking like it had been superglued to the doctors once average chicken legs. Those chicken legs were then swallowed up top by thick, angry quads, multiple ripples to run one’s hand over in delight. Bale was actually more defined in this area compared to Eero, much to Bale’s delight, but he still couldn't beat the bodybuilder in sheer mass. He wasn’t far off when it came to the abs though. Any excess fat Bale once had around his waist had been obliterated by those cunning nanites, his waist now tapered to an extraordinary 28 inches, so close to Eero’s ludicrous 27. His new abdominals weren’t as cobbled as Eero’s either, but at least he now had some. The strong but lithe waist could almost be considered feminine were it not for Bales tumescent 10-inch rod inside his jock. Eero was a little distracted by it, he had forgotten its impressive size. Last time he'd seen it close up it was sliding in between the crevice of his recently grown pecs! Eero licked his lips. Bale had to turn the bodybuilders attention back to the rest of his body, resting his hand on Eero’s head, "Later, enjoy these first," Bale breathed as he gave his new pecs a little flex, enticing Eero. "Mmm, these are some nice lookin' muscle-tits," Eero admitted, grabbing the two pectorals in his hands. "Not quite as good as mine though," Eero laughed, flexing his big knockers in return, so large the action was almost audible. "Not yet anyway," Bale winked. What fascinated Eero though weirdly was Bales neck muscles, his sterno muscles were unbelievably ripped and defined, threatening to tear from the skin. They blended up into and equally imposing and very sexy jawline, Eero almost swooned. Bale wrapped the big bodybuilder close as he leaned in to get a better look at his upper body, his new 18-inch arms pulling Eero tight. "So glad you broke the cardinal rule that scientists should never experiment on themselves," Eero whispered. "So am I," Bale smiled. Eero climbed atop of Bale and held the doctors face gently in his hands, surveying his enhanced sexiness. He still had a bit of a scruffy look about him, but combined that scruffiness with a rough five o'clock shadow, a sexy new jawline and new poutier lips, Eero was utterly seduced. The two studs resumed their kissing which quickly turned into a very long drawn out make out session. Nothing was said for quite a while aside from the occasional huff or muffled moan. Eero was joyfully grinding his cock into Bales new abs as they made out and he could feel Bales erection, encased in his tight jockstrap resting against his glutes. Eero decided to give Bales erection some love and quickly pivoted around on top of Bale, so he was facing the doctor’s crotch. Eero licked his lips again, he couldn't wait. He wasted no time in unwrapping Bales erection from its tight confines, the throbbing erection flicked up against Eero’s lust ridden face. "Ahhh, Yeah!" Eero cheered. The big muscle-slut gently eased Bales erection into his mouth, breaking his cock sucking virginity. "Unnhhh!" Bale groaned, his eyes rolling back as Eero was swirling his tongue around the doctors engorged head. Eero was taking to cock sucking like a champ. "Mmm, nice!" Eero exclaimed, "How about returning the favor?" Bale couldn't resist, even if he wanted to. The big muscle-slut was piled on top of him. Bales head stuck out between Eero’s thick thighs with two delicious plump glutes staring him in the face, they were his entree. As Eero continued to suck on Bales thick erection, going deeper each time, Bale reached around Eero’s thick legs and pulled down the tight mesh shorts Eero was wearing, one of the many gifts from Auxil. With no underwear to worry about Bale was able to begin hunting for Eero’s hole, nestled in between his two plump cheeks. Bale dove his face in and soon found what he was looking for, the doctor began licking around Eero’s twitching hole, getting it nice and wet. "Ohhh Doc, that’s real nice, don't stop!" Eero moaned. "There’s more to come!" Bale rasped, licking his fingers. Bale took his other hand and began spreading Eero’s cheeks and then slowly pushed his lubed-up fingers against Eero’s cunt. Eero’s fuck-chute was still an amateur, having only being penetrated a handful of times, but that didn’t stop the eager slut from taking two of Bale's fingers up his tight hole on the first try. Eero’s whole body shimmied with excited as Bale's digits made their entrance. "Guhhhhd!," Eero screamed around Bales cock. "UH, UH, UH," Eero moaned as Bale pistoned his index and middle finger in and out of his hole, the wet slapping sound driving both into a frenzy. Bale tried his best to get in as far as possible and rub firmly against Eero’s prostate, which he did, and to make make Eero moan, which he did. "Unhhh! Right theeeeere Doc!" The big muscle-slut was loving the explosions of pleasure coming from his back passage. Good thing too, Eero had a late start in the joys all muscle-sluts should be well versed in, so he needed to be brought up to speed. And Bale's fingers pounding his hole were doing just that. Eero’s mouth was continuing to bob up and down on Bales thick cock. Eero loved the feeling of it passing across his lips, he could feel every vein on the throbbing 10 incher. And Eero loved the shape of the plump, red head, like a jumbo lollipop. "In fact, the only thing that could make it better-," Eero thought as he lay there sucking on the Doc's meat and tweaking and teasing his nipples, "-was if someone did the same to me." Eero’s erection was sandwiched between him and Bale, nestling beautifully between Bale's new larger pecs. Incapable of complex speech thanks to 10 inches of cock down his throat, the young bodybuilder began to lift his pelvis up and down, trying to indicate to Bale that he wanted some proper sixty-nine action. Bale wasn't sure what Eero was trying to do at first, but the occasional peek of his erection was enough to entice the doctor and push him in the right direction. Bale (and Eero too actually) didn't want the tight fuck-chute to be left out though, but luckily Bale had a solution to that. Before transitioning from ass to cock, Bale reached into the night stand next to his bunk and pulled out his dildo, the doctor had many a lonely night back at Port Secretum. Bale grabbed hold of the large obsidian phallus, made from solid stone and aimed it at Eero’s hole. Bale was momentarily worried, wondering if Eero would be able to take the 12-inch tool. Unbeknownst to him, Eero had already had experience with bigger things, like Argento’s big silicone tool. Bale pulled his fingers free, Eero’s whole winking and twitching as he did so, like the fuck-chute was protesting that Bale had stopped his pounding. But Bale quickly started to replace it with the dildo. "Gahhh! Oh! Yeahhh, W-what is that!?" Eero cried with joy, Bales cock slipping from his mouth as he leaned over his shoulder at Bale. "Just a not so little something to keep your hole occupied." Bale replied. With that taken care of, Bale reached under the pleasure stricken bodybuilder, grabbing his 8.5-inch erection, tilting his head and guiding it into his mouth. "Mmmm!" Bale exclaimed, a mouth full of cock. Eero’s head rolled back, as did his eyes as he was hit with another wave of pleasure. With all the previous stimulation Eero knew he wasn't going last long so he went back to Bales cock and thrust he pelvis lightly to meet the bobs of Bales head. "Hmmmph, drrrk!," Eero muffled, Bale couldn't tell if Eero was saying Doc, or dick, but what did it matter. Eero was teetering on the edge, but soon pushed of when Bale reached back to the dildo up Eero’s chute and gave it a few tugs. "FRRRRKKKK! MMMPHH!" Eero exclaimed, his cock firing like a rocket, several thick bursts of cum into Bales mouth. Bale certainly didn't mind, enjoying the sweet and salty concoction as it spurted into his mouth. The ensuing pleasure causing him to release his own load, likewise, into Eero’s mouth, delighting the Bodybuilder very much! "FUCK YESS, Doc!" Eero exclaimed as his mouth unlatched from Bale's cock, a few final small spurts from the doctor’s cock hitting Eero in the face. The perfect post-coitus marking of any big muscle-slut! After the pleasure had died down a little bit Eero swiveled back around on top of Bale, meeting him face to face and giving him a long thank-you kiss, swapping spit and tasting their own emissions in each other’s saliva. "Was I as good as Argento?" Bale asked, refering to his cock sucking skills. "Argie told you about that?" Eero referring to shortly after he and the big muscled sexbot first met. "Yeah, he told me," Eero grinned. “Dammit, didn’t think he'd 'kiss and tell', or rather 'suck and tell'!" The two of them just laughed. ————————————————————————————————# ——————————————————————————————————— © Rekoobaz Hope you enjoyed this little teaser of Chapter 10! To see the full chapter and more, head on over to my Patreon page! patreon.com/rekoobaz The Intergalactic Adventures of Eero will be an ongoing series on Patreon. Chapters 1 and 2 are free to view to give you a taste. If you're interested you find out more at patreon.com/rekoobaz By pledging just $1.00 per month you'll be able to enjoy this chapter and more in full at 4000+ words. Thanks, and again, feedback is appreciated! Don't forget to check out Eero on Tumblr. Enjoy all the sexy stuff that inspires The Intergalactic Adventures of Eero!
  13. NYCBlackMuscle

    Growing Too Big: Part 4

    Part four where we see how others are dealing with all this. Please let me know what you think. -------------------- The following work of fiction portrays men in sexual situations. Please do not read if you are not interested in stories written for erotic purposes, if you are not of legal age, or if it is illegal for you to read sexually explicit material in this format or through this medium. All characters in this work are fictional. As such, they are immune to any and all types of infectious diseases, including the AIDS virus. You are not fictional and therefore you are not immune. Follow safer sex guidelines or risk having some brainless disease write the ending of your life story for you. Copyright 2012 - 2014 by [email protected] Growing Too Big: Part 1 Growing Too Big: Part 2 Growing Too Big: Part 3 Growing Too Big Part 4 The hospital was quiet, dim corridors leading off from the nursing station past the rooms of sleeping patients. The Hook, as the nurses called it, the U-shaped desk that covered one side of a four-way intersection, had a view down each of the wings that during the daytime were filled with doctors, hospital staff and visiting families. At night these streets were empty except for the occasional passage of the late night cleaning crew, though even they were gone from this section of the hospital at this hour. Scott Worley had been a nurse for three years, two of them at this hospital. He was only 26 and knew that this might not end up being his lifetime career but for the moment he liked it well enough. The hours could be crazy but the pay was good – he’d already paid off the loans he’d taken to get through nursing school. Nowadays his life consisted of work, the gym and a couple nights out a week when he was off work. A sexy guy thrown in here and there was always a good distraction and he had the kind of athletic All-American look that drew attention so distractions were never too hard to find. Tonight Scott was bored and his shift-mate Karla was part of the problem. She was a good nurse, it was true, but she was lousy company for the two graveyards he worked each week. They sat next to one another in the Hook keeping watching over the monitors that showed the condition of the patients in their care. Right now all was quiet and Karla was reading a magazine. A magazine about knitting. “You know you could knit,” he said, annoyed that there were even such things as a knitting magazine. “You don’t have to just read about it, you could actually do it. Like bring knitting here.” She glanced at him for a second with vacant, watery blue eyes and then went back to her magazine. “I don’t know how,” she replied in a bored voice. “Then why do you read about it?” “I might learn someday.” It was more than he could take. He grabbed the patient list from the desk and headed down a corridor at random. Time to make the donuts. Truth was that there weren’t that many patients on the floor at the moment and of those they had only a few were serious cases. It was like that sometimes; they’d get a week or so of relative quiet and the next thing you knew they’d be slammed and the overnight shift would pass in a blur of medical emergencies. He looked down at the list and scanned the names. Nothing major down this corridor other than the heart patient who was alone in 412. He was an old black guy who’d been transferred to the floor from ICU two days earlier just after the start of Scott’s two days off. The other occupant of 412 had been released and sent home with his family just that afternoon. He glanced at his watch as he stopped at the door and saw it was almost 3 AM. He pushed open the door to find the room was dimly lit, apparently by a table lamp beyond the curtain that divided the space. The closer of the two beds was empty and he walked silently past it on his thick-soled nursing shoes before looking around the curtain at the bed closest to the window. Scott had read the chart so he knew that James Dalton was sixty-four, was suffering from cardiomyopathy and had flat-lined twice the day he was admitted. That he was already out of ICU was a miracle in itself, though not so miraculous as what the nurse saw now. The patient was lying back, propped up at an angle by the bed, one hand pulling at a nipple while the other slowly stroked a very large and very hard dick that jutted up from his groin. Even this was within the bounds of reason (though the size of that weapon was right at the edge of unbelievable) and not that uncommon since in Scott’s experience if a man could get it up he would get it up, even in a hospital bed. No, the problem was that the very large and very well built black man in that bed was obviously not a sixty-four year old heart patient. “What the hell did you do with Mr. Dalton?” Scott yelled more from surprise than any expectation of a real answer. Belatedly he wondered if it was a good idea to yell at oversized sex maniacs. The man in the bed opened his tightly closed eyes and rolled his head over to look at Scott. He didn’t seem surprised or embarrassed and simply smiled a bit as he continued his business. “Sorry, son,” he replied in a slow, deep voice, “I thought I had the place to myself.” Two rivers of thought flowed through Scott’s mind. One was a fairly orderly stream centered on the fact that they must have somehow lost a patient, that the old guy probably slipped out earlier in the evening (hopefully before Scott even came onto the floor) and left some young nephew or grandson behind. The other rougher torrent was a jumble of images, of smooth skin, dark muscle and a massive dick that seemed to imprint itself on his psyche and prevent him from escaping back to the Hook to sound the alarm. He needed to sound the alarm, he knew that, but his eyes seemed locked upon that incredible physique and the languid and casual way the black guy was pleasuring the full length of his equipment. “Can you help a brotha out?” the ersatz patient asked with a sly grin. Of course not, that was unthinkable, but Scott stepped forward nonetheless, one rubber soled shoe making a tiny shriek as it scuffed against the tiled floor. Things had suddenly gotten very weird very quickly and Scott had no idea how or why. At another time, in another place, he would have been happy to help this stud out but the hospital was not the place for that, especially with some sick old man on the loose. So yes, he moved towards the bed but it was really just a trick. He could see the nurse’s call box lying beside the man’s pillow, one of the older ones with a cord coming out the top that ran off behind the bedside table. He reached for it, the emergency button glowing a dull red. He would alert Karla and she would get up off her fat ass and help put things right. His outstretched hand closed around the box and he was surprised at how warm it felt, hot even, with a spongy texture that seemed almost lifelike. But of course it was lifelike, he thought a moment later, as his mind dully realized that what he had actually reached for was the massive dick that the man in the bed had, until a moment earlier, been stroking in lazy contentment. The black man had pulled back, apparently confident that this young male nurse had things well in hand. He laced his big mitts behind his head and let out a deep groan while his full, round biceps flexed into rock hard cannonballs on either side of his head. It was one of the most erotic things Scott had ever seen. The dick was too big for his hand to encompass and it soon proved too big for his mouth to conquer, though he attempted to make up for that with the energy he applied to the first 4 inches. Sometime in the middle of this the black man leaned over the bed railing and lifted Scott off his feet and up onto his prone body, the nurse’s legs pointed up to the head of the bed. Seconds later the smaller man’s scrubs were pulled from his body and tossed onto the floor. Scott was forced to let go of the thick veiny meat when the bigger man slid the uniform top over his head but as soon as his face was free he dived down onto it again, gagging himself on the thick head in his drive to suck it back in. Through it all the huge man kept up a low, growl of sex talk while his hands groped and prodded the nurse’s now nude body. When a fat finger found the tight pucker of his ass and then pushed inside Scott could not stop the humming squeal of surprise and pleasure that came from his throat. A moment later the man had spread Scott’s legs wide and attacked the hole with a strong, wet tongue. It was almost more than the smaller man could take and his body vibrated in response while is watery eyes rolled up under his eyelids. He did not stop sucking, however, finding that as his jaw relaxed more and more of the stupendous appendage thrust its way into the back of his mouth and the top of his throat. Dimly he wondered if he could possibly suck down the entire thing but it turned out that was not what his large friend desired. What he wanted instead swiftly became apparent as he pulled his dick from Scott’s mouth and then easily lifted him off the bed, rotated him around and pulled him back down so that they now lay torso to torso with the nurse on top. Their lips mashed together while Scott’s hands grappled at the mass of hard muscular flesh beneath him. The size of the man was overwhelming, from the thick shelf of his pecs to the rounded mass of his shoulders to the massive column of his neck. Everything seemed oversized and out of human proportion, on a scale that went far beyond what he had found attractive in the past. He liked his men fit, certainly; all his old boyfriends and sex partners had been in shape but none of them had been as overly muscular as this. How then to explain the overwhelming lust he felt for this titanic mass of a man? His ass was slick with saliva but when he felt the head of the big man’s dick pushing against his tight hole he almost tried to resist. Part of him wondered if he could possibly take something that size though at a deeper level he wanted nothing more than to try. In truth his defiance was only a thought that was quickly swept away, and even if he had tried to make a stand it probably would not have mattered. It became a moot point when the thick head of the man’s equipment slowly stretched Scott’s asshole open until the crown of his dick could pass through the tortured opening and into the warm tunnel on the other side. Both men let out a shared moan as the mammoth dick pushed its way further and further inside, forcing Scott’s insides to conform to the size and shape of their new master. He came the first time just from that seemingly endless initial drive into his ass, the head of the black man’s dick finally stopping somewhere far beyond where anyone else had ever gone. By then his body was jerking like a fish on the line as his own dick shot copious amounts of cum over the corrugated wall of the larger man’s abs. He went through a similar shuddering dance a couple minutes later and again not too much longer after that. All sense of time was lost as the thick, strong hands of his new partner gripped him at the waist and upper back and began moving the nurse’s body up and down like some sort of human sex toy. In time the heavy grunts and groans of the man became a long roar and he squeezed Scott even tighter as he began shooting his load. Like everything else about him the muscular black man’s orgasm was big, long and oversized. When it finally ended the nurse could barely breathe, so tightly was he held against the granite torso below. Slowly the other man’s grip loosened and when his hands slid down to cup Scott’s ass the smaller man took the opportunity to shakily push himself up on outstretched arms to get a better view of the man who had just violated his mind and body so thoroughly. The black man’s eyes were closed but a beatific smile played around his lips as if the session had been as amazing for him as it had been for the nurse. The bigger man chose that moment to flex the mass of his dick that was still lodged up in Scott's ass and he gasped once more, letting himself drop back down onto his partner’s sweaty and cum streaked body. The nurse’s face slid to the side and he found himself looking back to the curtain that he had quietly stepped past what felt like hours before. It had not been that long, obviously, but apparently it had been long enough to rouse Karla from the boredom that was her knitting magazine. His shift partner stood there, some 15 feet away, her eyes wide and no longer vacant. They shared a frozen moment in time, both their mouths opened wide in surprise, before the woman spun and with a shrill shriek of her nurse’s shoes fled the room.
  14. Hi There All! Chapter 9 has just been uploaded on my Patreon! Here's the preview for you to take a look at. If you'd like to find out more on the series and enjoy the full exclusive chapters, hop on over to my Patreon page. Pretty soon I'll be launching a new reward tier on my page with even more content! I only need 9 more supporters to reach my goal and I'll launch the new Tier. Please consider supporting if you like the story and want to enjoy more! Thanks! patreon.com/rekoobaz Enjoy! Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 (Teaser) Chapter 4 (Teaser) Chapter 5 (Teaser) Chapter 6 (Teaser) Halloween Special (Full) Chapter 7 (Teaser) Chapter 8 (Teaser) The Intergalactic Adventures of Eero Chapter 9 (TEASER) - Break In patreon.com/rekoobaz When Eero stepped back aboard the Musculus he was certainly in for a shock. In the space of a few hours, Bale, with a lot of help from Argento had transformed one of the Musculus' small compartments into a fully functioning lab to continue his research. While small, it fit all the equipment required to manufacture more of Bales miracle nanites. Just seeing it all up and running made Eero's pecs tingle, or that could've been from the workout the shopkeeper Auxil had given them just an hour earlier. "What do you reckon?" Bale asked Eero as he admired the new space. "Whoa, you got that sorted quickly!" Eero enthused, "Although I'm not surprised," Eero turned to look at Argento, smiling. Bale laughed "He certainly does have his uses, a lot of them am I right?” Bale winked at Eero. Still a bit uncomfortable about slipping into another awkward moment between him and Bale, Eero quietly snuck off to his cabin. Bale had certainly made himself a valued part of the crew in few days he'd been with Eero and Argento. As well as essentially becoming the Musculus' science officer he was also a talented helmsman as well. Can't always leave it up to the auto-pilot. Eero liked Bale, no doubt, but his suggestive comments were a little bit annoying to Eero, he wanted to move at his own pace. Plus Eero still felt like he was cheating, and his girlfriend back home, Chastity, was getting extremely pissed off with Eero's lack of communication. In her messages to Eero she continually kept throwing him verbal assaults and accusing him of probably sleeping with "sluts" behind her back. Eero would just apologise and try to diffuse the situation. If only she knew what he was really up to. ————————————————————————————————- # ——————————————————————————————————— Eero hurried into his cabin and began rummaging through the bag of treats Auxil had supplied him with. Aside from his new liquid metal posing strap, Auxil had also provided Eero with a few plain black straps for practice posing, but there was more. Also in the bag were a few items from Auxil's special back room. First, Eero pulled out the most amazing jockstrap he'd seen, nothing like the boring old things from his athletics days. This one was silver all over, much like his new poser, but whereas the poser looked like mercury the jockstrap looked like brushed metal. "Damn!" Eero exclaimed to himself, "Don't know what use I'll have for it though. Don't do much athletics anymore.” Poor Eero, he was so innocent sometimes. Next, he pulled out a pair of rather indecent cut-offs. They were so tight looking Eero was unsure if they would even fully accomodate his thick glutes. Only one way to find out though. Eero slipped of his boots then slowly slid the cut-offs up over his thong. "Oh! They're tight, but the material stretches" Eero thought to himself. He admired the painted on look they achieved as he studied his reflection in the mirror. "I just don't get what this zipper up the back is for?" Eero shrugged at his reflection Eero recognised pretty much everything else in the bag, a few stringer tees for training in, shorts and high socks. But there was one last thing he couldn't identify. In the bottom of the bag was a set of metal cock-rings. Eero had no idea what they were, the blossoming muscle-slut still had a lot to learn. ————————————————————————————————- # ——————————————————————————————————— Eero spent the rest of the evening playing around with his new wardrobe before eventually managing to pull himself away from the mirror and crawl into bed. Eero's sleep however was far from restful. In his dream-state, Eero was back in the fitting room with Auxil, this time modelling the skimpy new items the shopkeeper had given him. Only in Eero's dream, his muscles were even bigger. Eero strutted back in forth the fitting room which had conveniently doubled in size in his dream-state. Eero jumped from pose to pose, alternating between classic bodybuilding poses and others a little more sexy, using his newfound sexual confidence to assault Auxil's eyes. Had it been real, every pose would be burnt into the shopkeepers retinas. Under Eero's sheets, the horny young bodybuilder was quickly growing hard as the scene played back behind his eyelids. The dream felt almost lucid to Eero, he could feel the heft of his even larger muscles, easily 280lbs, maybe more, a little gift from his sub-conscious, or maybe a sign of things to come? As dream Eero posed for the shopkeeper in front of him, he began to feel hands caressing his back and lower body, massaging him sensuously, knowing just where Eero's body enjoyed the attention; his glutes, of course, the hands also running across the striations of his quads and the tightness of his waist. Dream Eero continued to pose and keep his vision on Auxil, but Eero really wanted to catch a glimpse of who was feeling him up. There were two distinct pairs of hands he could feel, revelling in to tactile joy of his muscles. Eventually one pair moved around front to lavish some attention of Eero's abdomen, but the poor bodybuilder couldn't see who it might be, the mystery figure obscured by Eero's enormous pecs. The figure soon found something else to enjoy on Eero's front. It was hard to miss, growing painfully hard in both his dream and under his sheets. The mystery figure freed Eero's erection from the confines of the colourful jockstrap he was wearing in the dream, and they wasted no time in greedily swallowing all 8.5 inches down their gullet. Slurping happily as dream Eero moaned in delight and encouraged him to go further. Auxil was quickly fading into the background, as was everything else, Eero's dream becoming dominated by the pleasure he was receiving from the two expert worshippers that had him enveloped in sexual bliss. If only he could get a look at them! Pretty soon though the second figure moved around the front as well, focusing their attention on Eero's pecs, replicating the worship he had received from Auxil, only better. Eero could see only the top the figures head. The figure roughly latched onto Eero's left engorged nipple with their teeth and played with the right between their fingers, pulling and rubbing it violently. Pretty soon the triple assault his Eero's nipples and erection made his knees give way in pleasure. Eero collapsed backwards, the two worshippers going with him, their bodies falling on top his. And for the first time their faces were revealed. Eero gasped in shock. THEY WERE HIM! ————————————————————————————————- # ——————————————————————————————————— © Rekoobaz Hope you enjoyed this little teaser of Chapter 9! To see the full chapter and more, head on over to my Patreon page! patreon.com/rekoobaz The Intergalactic Adventures of Eero will be an ongoing series on Patreon. Chapters 1 and 2 are free to view to give you a taste. I'll be starting out with two chapters every month with more exciting content to come in the future. (I only need 9 more Patrons to reach my next goal!) If you're interested you find out more at patreon.com/rekoobaz By pledging just $1.00 per month you'll be able to enjoy this chapter and more in full at 4000+ words. Thanks, and again, feedback is appreciated!
  15. Hi There All! Chapter 8 has just been uploaded on my Patreon! Here's the preview for you to take a look at. If you'd like to find out more on the series and enjoy the full exclusive chapters, hop on over to my Patreon page. Pretty soon I'll be launching a new reward tier on my page with even more content! I only need 10 more supporters to reach my goal and I'll launch the new Tier. Please consider supporting if you like the story and want to enjoy more! Thanks! patreon.com/rekoobaz Enjoy! Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 (Teaser) Chapter 4 (Teaser) Chapter 5 (Teaser) Chapter 6 (Teaser) Halloween Special (Full) Chapter 7 (Teaser) The Intergalactic Adventures of Eero Chapter 8 (TEASER) - Luyten Station patreon.com/rekoobaz Location: Luyten Interplanetary Space Station, Luyten B (Geocentric Orbit), Luytens Star, 1st Quadrant, Milky Way Galaxy Year: 2135 Eero slowly meandered through the crowds to the shopping mall section of the station. It was nowhere near the size of the one he had visited back on T-1e several weeks earlier but it still had all the amenities the interplanetary traveller could ask for. As with any other outing, Eero's clothing choice did cause the odd sideways glance from a few people, usually from travellers from more conservative frontier planets, unfamiliar with the more relaxed clothing choices of more established, sophisticated planets. Eero paid no heed to those types though, as he could sense he was getting more than a few looks of admiration as well. And when Eero encountered some crowded areas, he could've sworn he felt the odd hand against one of his exposed cheeks or lower back. Nice! Eero descended to the lower levels of the mall, where the less highend stores usually set up, hoping to find a small supplement store or something similar. What he found was even better. Nestled between a whole string of loud obnoxious sporting stores manned by overly enthusiastic shop assistants was a proper bodybuilders emporium. Eero sauntered in, feeling like it would be the perfect chance for show off his improved bulk to his peers. The response was almost instant. "Damn Bro! Thats some sick chest development!" yelled one of the store patrons, clearly a bodybuilder, probably slightly older than Eero. Eero beamed, and flexed his chest a little to his admirer, "Heh, thanks!” "How'd you get pecs that big man?" The guy asked. "Ahh, just hard work and dedication," Eero lied, he wasn't about to give up his secret weapon, Bale. Eero meandered through the store, savouring the compliments and admiring glances from the other few shoppers. The commotion soon drew the attention of the shopkeeper Auxil, who was entranced by Eero's muscles. Auxil was once a bodybuilder himself, but the passing of time had meant he was sadly past his prime. Auxil watched the young bodybuilder make his way through the store, eventually settling on the poser rack. "I do need a new poser!" Eero thought. "Frisco destroyed my old one when he was giving me 'posing advice' that time.” Eero admired the range, the different cuts, materials, styles, there was way more variety than what he'd seen back home. Eeros old poser was actually quite conservative, except for its slutty pink colour. "See anything you like?” Came a deep voice from beside Eero. Eero jumped, startled by the sudden appearance of the shopkeeper. Auxil let out a deep laugh, "Didn't mean to scare you comrade," Auxil's voice was a little gravely, but nonetheless friendly. "That's ok, I'm Eero, "Auxil," the Shopkeeper replied. "looking for something in particular?” "Well, I do need a new poser, my previous competition one was ripped," Eero explained. "My last one was a lot like this one here," Eero gestured at the most boring poser on the rack. Auxil looked at the poser, then at Eero. "Nyet, we can't have you in something like that my friend," Auxil explained. "Too much material in the back, you need something cut higher.” "Uhh, I dunno . .,” Eero hesitated. "You must!" Auxil insisted, "Look at what you have on now, your thong is more revealing than that poser!" he laughed. Auxil did have him there. Eeros outfit did show off a lot more of the pelvic region than his old poser would’ve. "Probably another reason why I didn't place last time," Eero thought to himself. "I guess you're right, any recommendations?” "For you, this one here," Auxil pointed to one of the pegs. Eero almost balked at the suggestion, the poser that Auxil held up in his hands was minuscule! It was flex cut in front but in back it was cut almost like a thong, what fabric was back there would be almost definitely swallowed up by Eero's massive glutes. But there was something about it that captivated Eero, the material. It glistened like liquid metal under the light, like someone had poured mercury right over Eeros package and down his crack. Auxil could tell the beautiful silver posers had caught Eeros attention. "Come, let us try it on," Auxil led Eero over to the changing cubicle. Auxil hurried Eero into the cubicle. "Uhh, theres no lock?" Eero asked. "Don't worry comrade, i'll stand outside.” Satisfied, Eero slowly removed his jacket and slid his boots off. Eero studied the new poser in his hands for a few moments before sliding off his thong and pulling the new poser up between his thick legs. Eero was stunned by how good it felt encasing his package and nestled in his crack (apparently Auxil wasn't too concerned by hygiene when his customers tried things on). It was certainly tiny though, it cut low in the front almost revealing the base of his penis and in back it was almost invisible. Old Eero was hesitant, but the new Eero loved it! Without warning Auxil opened the door of the cubicle, "Let me take a look.” Auxil stepped in, and closed the door behind him. He kneeled down and examined the garment, making sure it fit perfectly. Eero was surprised, but trusted the man’s dedication to ensuring it was the right item for Eero. "Oh yes, it looks perfect on you," Auxil said with delight. "It's not too small?" Eero asked. "Heh, not at all," Auxil lied with a grin on his face. Auxil pulled on the straps of the garment a few times, ensuring it was sitting properly. The act of doing so making Eero's package bounce and pull the back of the poser even further up between Eero's glutes, almost rubbing against his hole. They both groaned simultaneously. Buy this point, Eero had obviously grown hard. "Yes, yes, its perfect for you comrade, as if it was made just for you," Auxil enthused. Eero had to admit, it did compliment his body magnificently. It caught the eye but didn't pull focus from the rest of his body, although plenty would be looking at Eero's tightly packed crotch now. Auxil stood up and admired Eero some more. The ex-bodybuilder was a little jealous of Eero. "What I wouldn't give to look like this again," The shopkeeper lamented, resting his hand on Eero's shoulder. "I bet you looked pretty good once," Eero complimented. "Nyet, not AS good as you though," Auxil admitted, "but things were simpler back in my day.” Auxil's hand began to wander (like every other hand that touched Eero lately), down to Eero's chest, rubbing around the generous pec-meat. Eero sighed, it was the best admiration he'd received today, so far. Eero wasn't surprised that yet another had seemingly fallen under the spell of his new pecs, they were damn sexy. Auxil was only gently feeling Eeros pecs up, "C'mon man, you can do better than that!" Eero encouraged. Auxil then started really kneading his fingers into Eeros pecs, cupping the overhang, bouncing them in his hands and pulling fiercely on Eeros big nipples. "Ohhh! Thats more like it!" Eero moaned, the other customers in the store not failing to hear. Auxil knelt down again and held the pecs in his hand for a few seconds before he really went to business. He suddenly thrust his face into the canyon between Eeros pecs, giving the young bodybuilder the motor-boating of a lifetime, followed by a very thorough tonguing. "Ahhhh, Hahaha!" Eero laughed in pleasure. Auxil was moaning like a caged animal, he was rock hard down below and on the verge of blowing his load in his shorts. Auxil then proceeded inevitably onto Eero's fat, engorged nipples, suckling and gnawing at them for as long as he could until he blew his load, which wasn't long at all. "Oh Shiiit!" he bellowed, flopping back in the corner of the cubicle, a large wet spot on his shorts. Eero leaned over the drained shopkeeper and pulled a most muscular and let out a sexy growl. It was like his sexual victory pose. Eero reached down to help the exhausted shopkeeper up, "So I take I get these free of charge?" Eero asked indecently. Auxil just nodded in defeat. Eero smiled. "Using my body to get free shit," Eero thought to himself, "I'm such a slut, I love it!” ————————————————————————————————- # ——————————————————————————————————— © Rekoobaz Hope you enjoyed this little teaser of Chapter 8! To see the full chapter and more, head on over to my Patreon page! patreon.com/rekoobaz The Intergalactic Adventures of Eero will be an ongoing series on Patreon. Chapters 1 and 2 are free to view to give you a taste. I'll be starting out with two chapters every month with more exciting content to come in the future. (I only need 10 more Patrons to reach my next goal!) If you're interested you find out more at patreon.com/rekoobaz By pledging just $1.00 per month you'll be able to enjoy this chapter and more in full at 4000+ words. Thanks, and again, feedback is appreciated!
  16. Hi There All! Chapter 7 has just been uploaded on my Patreon! Here's the preview for you to take a look at. If you'd like to find out more on the series and enjoy the full exclusive chapters, hop on over to my Patreon page. Pretty soon I'll be launching a new reward tier on my page with even more content! I only need 11 more supporters to reach my goal and I'll launch the new Tier. Please consider supporting if you like the story and want to enjoy more! Thanks! patreon.com/rekoobaz Enjoy! Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 (Teaser) Chapter 4 (Teaser) Chapter 5 (Teaser) Chapter 6 (Teaser) Halloween Special (Full) The Intergalactic Adventures of Eero Chapter 7 (TEASER) - Attacked patreon.com/rekoobaz Location: Port Secretum, Kapteyn C, Kapteyn's Star, 1st Quadrant, Milky Way Galaxy Year: 2135 (Following on from Chapter 6, Eero has an encounter with a young admirer in his hotel room.) Eero couldn't fight anymore, he didn't want to fight anymore, the feelings were just too good. And with that simple mental admission Eero felt as if a weight had been lifted, he suddenly felt strong, empowered, sexual. It was pure euphoria. “Ohhh! Let me fuck you!” Eero breathed. “You what?” Tacitus asked, shocked. Eero knelt down, face to face with Tacitus. “I promise, I'll be gentle,” Eero assured him. Tacitus looked into Eero's eyes, he could see he was telling the truth. “O-okay,” he agreed. ————————————————————————————————- # ——————————————————————————————————— The two walked over to the bed and threw themselves onto it, Eero embracing Tacitus, staring deep into his eyes as their bodies pressed against each other. Eero slid down Tacitus' pants as the he lifted up his shirt and threw it on the floor. “Ready?” Eero asked. “No, but I'm not gonna stop you.” Tacitus smiled. Eero smiled back. He gently turned Tacitus over and pulled his hips up so his tight butt was pointing in the air. Eero stood at the end of the bed and began to aim his 8.5 inches at the tight, quivering hole. Eero was both excited and scared at the same time, as was Tacitus. Eero leaned in slowly, pressing his erection against Tacitus' hole and holding it there. He seized as he felt the heat radiating off of Eero's erection. His hole was tight, but winking in anticipation. “I'm gonna start pushing in,” Eero announced, “I'll be gentle.” Tacitus tried to relax as much as possible as Eero began to push against his hole. “Ahhhh!” Tacitus moaned as his hole was forced apart until eventually Eero's head popped in. “Arghhhh! Ohhhh fuckkkk!” Tacitus cried out in pain. Eero was concerned, he didn't want to hurt Tacitus so he began to pull out. “No! Wait!” Tacitus pleaded, “It's ok, I just need to get used to it!” Eero held his position for a few minutes and tried not to move around too much for fear of causing any more pain. Eventually Tacitus' breaths grew steady and his squeaks of pain dissipated. Eero took it as a sign to continue. “Unnhhh, slowly!” Tacitus moaned. Eero tried his best but the tight fuck-chute was sending sparks of pleasure through his whole body, driving him mad. Eero had half of his length inside before he began to slide back and forth slowly, pulling almost all the way out before gently sliding back in again. Tacitus was seeing spots, and Eero's penis had never felt more incredible pleasure. “Ohhh Fuck! This is sooo good!” Eero breathed as his slowly quickened his pace. Tacitus moaned in agreement, beginning to slide himself back onto Eero's erection. Going a little bit deeper each time. Eero leaned in and wrapped his arm around Tacitus' chest and breathed in his ear, “Thank you for thisss, I hope you're enjoying it as much as I am.” “Unhh! More than you know!” he replied. Tacitus pushing harder into Eero's thrusts, giving him the confidence to really pick up the pace. Eero began thrusting his entire length in and out of Tacitus' hole, pushing really deep until he struck gold and his erection rubbed up against his prostate. “Arghhh! Yesss!” Tacitus moaned in joy, his erection exploding at soon as Eero struck his prostate. Hearing Tacitus' cries of joy sent Eero over the edge. He quickly pulled out and fired his load along his partners back. “Ohhhh Fuckk!” he bellowed letting the pleasure wash over him. He collapsed on top of Tacitus as he was drifting into a sexual haze. He felt Eero's muscle-tits press into his back, If he died tonight, he would die happy. As Eero gently pulled out Tacitus drifted off. Eero lay there on top of him and he too almost drifted off until he remembered what he was meant to be doing. He quickly got up and looked around frantically for his belongings. Eero quickly wiped off any traces of his cum from his body with a towel as he resumed dressing. Despite his hurried state Eero couldn't help but bask in this new feeling of freedom he felt. A huge emotional weight lifted as he gave into his desires. As he dressed he embraced the faintly erotic feeling he felt as he slid up his metallic thigh high boots, hugging his muscled quads tightly, and shimmied his tight little thong over his quads and settling into place, nestled in between his cheeks. He attempted to pull his jacket over his pendulous new pecs as best as he could but they still refused to be hidden from the world, and in truth, Eero didn't want to hide them either. He took in his reflection in the mirror as he prepared to leave. For the first time he looked at himself in a different light. Although Eero knew it was somewhat narcissistic to think so, he could see why Tacitus and Bale and every other guy that snuck a peek at him were so enthralled. He was incredibly hot. For what seemed like the first time, Eero really admired his looks, his chiseled cheeks, strong jaw. He admired his muscles, beautifully defined, and he knew they were soon to get even better. He admired his outfit, when he tried it on for the first time he was hesitant but he could see now why Benz had chosen it for him, it accentuated his body and showed off his assets. The way his pecs exploded from the tight jacket, the skimpy little thong hiding almost nothing and the slutty thigh high boots encasing his legs. Eero didn't care what other people might think, he loved the way it made him feel. Uninhibited for the first time. As he admired himself he noticed Tacitus in the mirrors reflection, still zonked out on the bed. Eero felt guilty, he couldn't just leave him like that and run. But he had to get back to Bale. So Eero laid out some towels next to him on the bed, on top of which he left the bagboy a note, thanking him, and more. Eero took one last glance at the kid, then grabbed his bag and hurried out the door. ————————————————————————————————- # ——————————————————————————————————— © Rekoobaz Hope you enjoyed this little teaser of Chapter 7! To see the full chapter and more, head on over to my Patreon page! patreon.com/rekoobaz The Intergalactic Adventures of Eero will be an ongoing series on Patreon. Chapters 1 and 2 are free to view to give you a taste. I'll be starting out with two chapters every month with more exciting content to come in the future. (I only need 11 more Patrons to reach my next goal!) If you're interested you find out more at patreon.com/rekoobaz By pledging just $1.00 per month you'll be able to enjoy this chapter and more in full at 4000+ words. Thanks, and again, feedback is appreciated!
  17. Hey There! I thought I'd put together a little special piece for halloween featuring Eero and some of my other OC's. The full version is here for you to enjoy! If you'd like to find out more on the series hop on over to my Patreon page. Pretty soon I'll be launching a new reward tier on my page with even more content! I only need 10 more supporters to reach my goal and I'll launch the new Tier. Please consider supporting if like the story and want to enjoy more! Thanks! patreon.com/rekoobaz Enjoy! Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 (Teaser) Chapter 4 (Teaser) Chapter 5 (Teaser) Chapter 6 (Teaser) The Intergalactic Adventures of Eero Halloween Special 2017 (A Frankenstein/Jekyll & Hyde Inspired Mashup) patreon.com/rekoobaz Just for context for people who might not be familiar with my OC's Eero Ericson Solis: 21yo Bodybuilder, main character. Dr. Baledin "Bale": Veneficus: 39yo Scientist Argento "Argie": Robotic Companion Location: Port Secretum, Kapteyn C, Kapteyn's Star, 1st Quadrant, Milky Way Galaxy Year: 2135 As Eero slept, his mind racing from the days events. His dreamswere vivid and captivating . . . ————————————————————————————————- # ——————————————————————————————————— Location: Geneva, K 186-f, Kepler 186 system, 1st quadrant, milky way galaxy "Hey, tiny!" the crowd taunted, "You'd be more help as a coat rack, you're so thin and lanky!” Eero ran off, deeply embarrassed, their laughs burning his ears. He was only trying to help, but it was true, compared to the burly men in the colony he wasn't cut out for manual labour. The latest supply drop had just arrived and the colonists needed as much help as they could get to distribute the heavy cases of food and other basic supplies. The colony of Geneva had long become isolated from the rest of mankind, the planet cursed by an unforgiving sun constantly throwing off dangerous solar flares making it impossible for any manned spacecraft to approach the system. So every few months a supply drone would attempt to make a pass by the planet, sometimes making it successfully, sometimes not. Eero had lived there his entire life with his family, never knowing the wonders of the world beyond their planet. His parents, like most others had moved there to work for a huge corporation, eager to mine the planet for its vast resources. But soon the sun grew hostile, and now they were trapped, doomed to live a primitive life like they were in the 21st century. ”Don't listen to them bud," Eero's father tried to comfort his son once back home "You're not weak.” "Thanks," Eero mumbled, knowing full well what they said was true. While average in height at 5ft 11in, Eero was as thin a a rail. He only wished he could be strong like the rest of the male colonists, hell even many of the female colonists were stronger than him. Probably the reason why he'd never had a girlfriend. Probably. Eero had shared his insecurities with his only friend Fritz. He was strong too, but dumb as a post, and was thankful for Eero's attention and friendship. Eero too appreciated Fritz' friendship, he actually thought the big oaf was kinda hot, but he repressed those feelings deeply. Fritz was sad to see his friend so upset by his physical shortcomings. "Say you know, maybe you could gone see that scientist fella," Fritz suggested. "I gone heard he can do some crazy sciency things, maybe he can help you?” Eero was skeptical, the scientist Fritz spoke of was a recluse, rarely seen by the rest of the colonists. His living pod separated from the rest of the colony atop a hill. Heavens knew what he did up there. But it was worth a try. ————————————————————————————————- # ——————————————————————————————————— One evening, under the cover of darkness, Eero trudged up the side of the hill, eager to see if the scientist could help. The weather was fierce that night, torrential rain and galeforce wind, the planets weather could be unforgiving but it meant no one else would be out and no one would see him. Eero reached the home of the scientist, perched atop the hill, a gargantuan complex of dark metal looming over the colony. What did the scientist need with all that space? Eero found the entrance and what appeared to be a buzzer. He rang it and waited anxiously. Soon a deep voice emerged from a speaker. "Who is it?" The voice crackled from the speaker. "Umm, uh, my name is Eero Solis, Sir," Eero's voice shaky. "I was hoping you'd be able to help me?” “Hmmm, With what?” "Umm, with something only you can help me with?” Silence Eventually Eero heard the sounds of bolts unlatching and the large metal door swung open slowly by itself. "Enter" the deep voice crackled again. ————————————————————————————————- # ——————————————————————————————————— Eero cautiously entered. The passageway he entered was dim but he could see light at the end of the passage, and a figure. Eero shuffled into the room at the end of the passage. Standing in the center was a man who he assumed was the scientist although it was hard to tell, his features hidden in shadows, the light shining on him from above hitting the top of his head and shoulders but leaving the rest of him, for now, a mystery. "Welcome young Eero!" the scientist rumbled, holding out his arms. "Welcome to my lair!” Eero was seriously creeped out. "My name is Dr Baledin Veneficus!” The scientist shifted slightly and his facial features were revealed. He looked younger than Eero was expecting, certainly not the crazy old scientist he imagined. "H-Hello Doctor," Eero responded, still creeped. "Tell me young Eero, what is it that you seek from me?” Eero swallowed, he was forced to reveal one of his deepest desires to this stranger. "I-I want to be strong, like the rest of the men in the colony. I want to be able to pull my own weight, their weight, everyones weight. I want to be the strongest!” The scientist grinned wickedly at Eero's proclamation. "Such a simple request? Oh well," the scientist sighed with mock disappointment. "You're in luck. Come.” The scientist grabbed Eero by the hand and dragged him through the depths of his lair to his inner sanctum. "Welcome to my laboratory! Hahaha!" he let out the deep laugh. Eero took in the huge room. The space was filled with large, strange electronic devices looming over him, a maze of pipes and tubes and wires sprouting out of every wall and shooting off in every direction. Various sounds, buzzing from the electronics, bubbling from the various beakers and test tubes covering the metal benches in the center of the room. Smells, some pleasant, some pungent. Eero could tell he was looking into a mind that never stopped. And hopefully a mind that could see to his needs. Doctor Veneficus continued, pacing around the lab, "For you see young Eero, I have been working on a serum that will do just what you desire! Our planet is harsh and I was hoping to develop something to help this colony survive. Supply drops are getting farther apart, our sun growing more dangerous, we need something to help us adapt!” The scientist turned to Eero, but before he could speak, "Please! Let me test it out!" Eero pleaded. "I could be your first test subject. Look at me, I need it the most!” "Very well," he agreed. The scientist clicked his fingers. From the dark shadows of the lab a deep but electronic sounding voice emerged. "How can I assist you, Sir?” Eero gasped as the voices owner emerged from the shadows. A towering beast of metal and silicone, standing almost seven feet tall. A body made in the image of man, its exterior imitating and surpassing the musculature of even the strongest men. Gel filled silicone muscles covered every surface, only interrupted in a few places my metal plates around the joints, skull, hands and feet. And two strange looking bolts emerging from the beasts neck. "Eero, meet my metallic man, Frankenargie!" The scientist let out a slight maniacal laugh again, "I made him myself.” Eero was stunned, never in his primitive existence on this planet had he seen a robot before, thinking that they were only a thing of science fiction. "Hello, Sir," Frankenargie greeted Eero. "H-Hi," Eero squeaked, taking in the size of the huge metallic man. "Frankenargie! Collect a sample of the serum 'N4n-1te5' for young Eero here! Now!" Doctor Venficus bellowed at his metallic slave. "This serum, Eero, will induce rapid muscular development in your body. You will have your wish," the scientist declared. Frankenargie soon returned, holding the small vial of liquid, looking like mercury inside. Dr Veneficus took the vial from the muscly machine, holding it up in the light, rolling the vial across his fingers. "Yes," he scientist smiled admiring his creation, "this beauty is one of my greatest creations, its power must be seen to be believed.” Eero marvelled at the vial in the scientists hands, be could barely hold himself back from wanting to snatch it and swallow it right then and there. "But be warned young Eero, this serum has been shown to not only affect the body but also the mind. One who ingests its power must be clear and sound in mind, true to oneself, without conflict," he warned. "Are you sure you are of clear mind Eero?” Eero knew right away he wasn't, since his early teens he had felt his mind wracked with internal struggles, he had feelings he believed he shouldn't have, desired things he knew he shouldn't. In school he had never had any girlfriends, and instead spent his time admiring the strong guys in his class, half jealous, half in love with their strength. And now, at the age of 21 he still felt conflicted. But he wasn't willing to let that get in the way of what he wanted, he was not going to waste this opportunity. "Yes, I believe I am," Eero lied. "What could go wrong?" Eero reasoned to himself, "The Doctor is probably just pretending for dramatic effect," he thought. ”Very well then," the Doctor replied. "Take this home with you and witness its results. Come back to me when it is done.” "Thank-you Doctor!” ————————————————————————————————- # ——————————————————————————————————— Eero rushed home to try the serum, bounding down the hill at lightning speed but careful not to break the vial in his hands. He barrelled into his house, luckily his parents weren't home, out busy doing what they could to keep the colony running. Eero wasted no time in preparing to take the serum, eager to prove the colonist that he was not weak. He would show them! Eero pulled back the metal seal from the top of the vial. His breath was heavy, his heart beating through his chest. Eero swallowed the vial whole. Its taste like the worst halloween cocktail. At first . . . there was nothing. For a moment Eero was devastated, thinking that the weird scientist had played him. But pretty soon Eero began to feel an unpleasant strain in his body, all his muscles began to hurt at once, they felt raw. In truth, the tissue was breaking down and reforming stronger and bigger than ever before. Eero stood frozen in shock, his body tense, teeth gritted through the pain, sweat forming on his brow. His muscles were twitching and contracting all on their own. Eero's growth started in his pecs, they began to push up from underneath his skin, blossoming into two plump muscle-tits, just like he had always secretly dreamed of. They were solid but round, stretching the skin of his chest. His nipples too had expanded like marshmallows and stood erect as they swelled and grew extraordinarily sensitive. His abdominals suddenly emerged, bloating from under the skin, looking like rows of sticky candy apples, glistening with sweat. His waist stayed thin and beautifully tapered. Accentuating the extreme sweep from his lats. Eero became dizzy with his sudden transformation, he swayed from side to side, leaning over and holding his head in his hands, he groaned as his voice began to lower to a deep sexy bass. Powerful shoulders led down into a swollen back, and rippling arms ran into vascular hands and forearms. The width of his new upper body became too much for his flimsy t-shirt, shredding like paper. Eero groaned again, deep and pained like a wounded animal, a splitting headache interrupting what was otherwise a truly pleasurable experience. Eero soon sprouted a huge wide pair of glutes, the cheeks turning into the perfect bubble butt, complimenting new column like thighs and calves, twitching and pulsing larger with each heartbeat. Eero's other "muscle" soon joined in as well, already plump from the pleasure of his transformation, it lengthened slowly, 8, 9 , 10, 11 inches of hard, throbbing meat, begging to blow. Eero's face began to shift as well. His jaw flared out wide giving him and unbelievably manly, mouth watering look, his cheek bones high, his chin squared. For Eero wasn't just growing more muscular, he was becoming something much more. "Unnhhhh, YESSS!" Eero groaned with deep, unadulterated pleasure. Eero's slowly headed for the mirror in his sleeping quarters. Strutting down the passageway with his newbulk. Eero grinned wickedly as he took his new naked reflection, he had been transformed into a sexy muscular beast! His skin had also tanned beautifully, the colour of pumpkin pie! "Mmm, there you are," he cooed at his reflection, groping his pecs as he admired himself, "About time you broke free from your inhibitions.” Eero moved his hands downwards, nipples to abs to cock, stroking it a few times and breathing in deeply with the rush of pleasure that resulted. Eero noticed one last change began to occur. Hair slowly peppered itself like cotton candy down his body, a slight dusting along the canyon of his glorious new pecs, down his abs, and along his legs. But most importantly, an uber-masculine 5 O'clock shadow across his face. Eero admired the final changes, now he was ready. His mind, clouded by his own manly scent wanted just one thing, to fuck! Eero stomped into his parents sleeping quarters, looking for something to cover his new body with. He soon found what he was looking for, a pair of leather overalls and leather knee high boots that his father wore back when working in the mines. They were loose on him, but tight and oh so sexy on Eero. Eero took in his reflection one last time, admiring the outfit. "Oh Yeahhh," He growled at himself "My transformation is complete!" Eero pulled his arms up into a double biceps. "Eero is no more! Now, I AM EGO!!" he roared. ————————————————————————————————- # ——————————————————————————————————— Ego stomped out into the night, knowing exactly where he was headed. Out in the fringes of the colony there was a bar that everyone quietly knew catered to a certain clientele. And tonight Ego would take each and every muscular hunk there. The quiet roar of the bars interior was interrupted as Ego kicked the door in with his leather clad foot, catching all of the patrons' attention. Ego sauntered in, cracking his neck and then his knuckles. "All right men, you're in for a treat. Tonight I'm gonna fuck you all . . . . And then you're gonna do the same to me!" Eero grinned. And so did many of the bars patrons. ————————————————————————————————- # ——————————————————————————————————— The next morning Eero awoke with the most splitting headache he had ever felt. The pain was indescribable, and it was just his head that hurt, but his whole body. Especially, rather worryingly, his jaw and, and, and ass! And his new muscle was gone. Despite the pain, Eero shot up in his bed, blurry memories of the nights events coming back to him. Muscle, growth, power, freedom, and Sex. Eero gulped, "What have I done! What did I become last night?! A monster?!” Eero was terrified of himself. He knew right away it was his own fault. He had not heeded the scientists warning. Eero's secret desires that he had kept bottled up rose to the surface and broke free, altering his mind and allowing himself to act without inhibition. He had to tell the scientist, fearful that the muscular beast he had turned into might return at any time. He had to get a control over it. ————————————————————————————————- # ——————————————————————————————————— It wasn't long before Eero was back inside the scientists lair. He had to confess what the serum had done to him. "Doctor, last night after I took the serum, my muscles grew," Eero started. "You've taken it? Then why haven't your muscles stayed . . . no," the scientist gasped in shock, knowing something untoward had happened. "I-It changed me, I grew into some kind of muscular beast, I can't remember what happened exactly but I think I went to some bar and , and, fucked people," Eero was bright red with embarrassment, revealing his muscle-crazed actions. "No, you didn't. Your alter ego did," the scientist corrected. "You lied didn't you? About your mind without doubt and insecurity. And now the emotions, desires you repressed for so long have manifested themselves and formed an entirely new personality!” "You can feel him, can't you, creeping underneath your skin?” the scientist questioned. It was true, it was like a presence Eero could feel inside him, begging to break free again. "How do we get rid of the beast Doctor? Help me!" Eero begged. "I do not know exactly," Doctor Veneficus replied honestly. "The muscled monster inside of you lives for the pleasures it has been denied. And it probably will not stop until its thirst is quenched!" The Doctor let out a menacing laugh, delightfully amused by the unexpected turn of events. Things were going to get fun. Eero swallowed, "Wha-what do you mean Doctor?” "We must give the beast what it wants!" Veneficus grinned. "Frankenargie, come here at once!” Frankenargie lumbered out from the shadows again. The sight of him stirred something deep within Eero. "Help young Eero here loosen up! Hahahaha!" the scientist laughed manically again. Frankenargie approached a terrified Eero, Eero could already feel the beast inside waking from his slumber. The metallic man stood in front of Eero and began to lewdly grope and caress his own artificial muscle. The robot began to perform what looked like some kind of erotic dance routine, swaying his massive rippling thighs side to side, jiggling his gel filled bubble butt up and down right in Eero's face. He couldn't look away nor close his eyes, the muscle beast was already regaining control, drinking in the incredibly sexy display before him. Eero's body was sweating profusely, his limbs shaking, building up with contained energy begging to burst free. "No!" Eero pleaded with himself. "I won’t!" Eero and the scientist suddenly heard a tear, the t-shirt Eero had thrown on was already beginning to rip around a bulging bicep. “No!" “Won’t" “WOn't “WON't “WON'T" "WILL!" Egos deep voice returned amidst sounds of more fabric tearing. The beasts muscle returning. Ego held his chest joyfully as his beautiful muscle-tits returned, striated like two huge pumpkins. The cool temperature of the scientists lair made Egos nipples standing up like rocket-pops, just begging to be licked. Ego leaned his melon sized bubble butt against a wall as he enjoyed the show the Metallic Man was putting on for him. But he managed to pull his attention from Frankenargies gyrating body for a few seconds to address Doctor Veneficus. "Doctor, thank you. Thank you for setting me free!" the beast rejoiced with his deep, masculine voice. The scientist was frozen, totally in awe of the transformation he had just witnessed. He could only nod a response to Ego. The beast smiled and pulled the scientist in close. Bowing his head down to make out aggressively with the scientist. Doctor Veneficus felt the beasts powerful tongue invade his mouth, it tasted both sweet and sour. He rolled his eyes back in pleasure. Soon Ego grew tired of Frankenargies muscle show, "Stop dancing around like you're trying to turn tricks metallic man!” he bellowed, "come here instead and give me a treat!" now it was Egos turn to let out a deep menacing laugh. Frankenargie complied, sauntering over to the beast, his silicone tree trunk legs rolling over one another. But not even his simulated 300lbs was a match for Egos bulging 320lb mass! The metallic man bent over, presenting his rear to the muscled beast. Veneficus had secretly designed it for this very purpose. Egos massive tool quickly hardened at the sight of the hole, already pre-lubricated by one of the machines sophisticated internal systems. Ego slipped in hard and fast, leaning over the top of Frankenargie and grabbing the bolts on his neck for support as he vigorously thrusted in and out. Fortunately Veneficus card enough to give Frankenargie a nervous system, allowing him to feel the immense pleasure that came with Egos hard fucking. Soon the muscled beast could hold in no more. "OH! FUCK! YESSSSS!" He shouted, his voice rattling the various instruments and equipment scattered about the scientists laboratory. Ego Exploded gloriously inside the metallic mans chute. The feeling of the explosion was glorious to the muscled beast, his entire body seized by pleasure, all the years of been repressed and now finally he was free, liberated. His mind almost exploding at the overwhelming, mind bending pleasure, enough to send a lesser man insane. The scientist watched in awe the entire time, his pants wet with his own emissions from the erotic sight. Eventually Frankenargie and Ego collapsed on the ground in a pile of sated post-coital bliss. And soon after that, Ego began to disappear again, his muscles shrinking back down, turning back into Eero, almost. Eero's body didn't turn back to its original size, instead retaining some of Egos muscle. Eero emerged from his stupor, amazed at the new size his body had retained. "You see, your sub-conscious has rewarded you for been true to yourself," the scientist explained. “You're right Doctor, I was wrong to keep my feelings bottled up.” "Indeed," the scientist replied. "I guess to say thank you I should let him out every now and again," Eero grinned, "I won’t deny he's good company.” "I second that!" The scientist laughed. "Meeee Toooo," Frankenargie groaned, still lying in the floor, exhausted. End Chapter HAPPY HALLOWEEN! © Rekoobaz To see more, head on over to my Patreon page! patreon.com/rekoobaz The Intergalactic Adventures of Eero will be an ongoing series on Patreon. Chapters 1 and 2 are free to view to give you a taste. I'll be starting out with two chapters every month with more exciting content to come in the future. (I only need 10 more Patrons to reach my next goal!) If you're interested you find out more at patreon.com/rekoobaz By pledging just $1.00 per month you'll be able to enjoy more chapters in full at 4000+ words. Thanks, and again, feedback is appreciated!
  18. brstealth13

    Enhancements (Pts 1-4)

    Enhancements: Part One The Beginning It had been six months since Chris's life had changed forever. A nineteen year old college student, Chris's body had always been unremarkable. He was a wiry, average-height boy, his pasty, acne littered skin stretched over his bony, muscleless figure. He was mostly hairless, save for the few stray hairs poking out of his chest and nipples and his pubic hair, which he kept mostly trimmed. His butt wasn't anything special, either; although it wasn't flat, it was nothing compared to the asses on the porn stars that Chris loved jerking off to. It was on that day, 6 months ago, in fact, that Chris had sat in his desk chair, beating off and watching porn, when it happened. He had just returned from a short jog. It wasn't that Chris hadn't been trying to get physically fit- it was just that his fast metabolism and poor eating and exercise habits needed to be overcome in order to see real progress. He wasn't bad looking, either - just altogether average. Chris thought maybe if he could get a little more muscle onto his frame, he'd be a catch. But on that day, after his run, sweaty and a little horny, he returned to his single dorm room and decided to watch some porn and have a little private fun. He shut his dorm door, which locked automatically, and pulled off his mesh blue athletic shorts and his sweat through boxers. In exchange, he put on his white Bike No. 10 jockstrap - too chicken yet to wear it out on a run, but wanting to feel how his ass and cock felt nestled in the tight straps and pouch. After sitting down, he opened up his laptop and grabbed a bottle of lube, pulling up his favorite porn video and beginning to rub at his crotch through the knit fabric of the jockstrap. As he dreamed of being as big and muscled as the studs he was watching suck and fuck on the screen, he slid the jockstrap off, lubing up his 6" cock, beginning to stroke. Moans and groans of intense pleasure filled his ears as his headphones transmitted the sounds of sex from the porn video. Chris took his jockstrap up his face, gently inhaling his own musky scent, imagining instead that his own jock belonged to one of the muscled boys from down the hall. Through this blissful fantasy, Chris didn't realize he was ignoring the loud knocks on his heavy dorm room door. It was only after he decided to change videos - he wanted to look for something to satisfy his fantasy of getting fucked in a locker room - that he heard the loud knocking and shouting from the hall. "C'mon man, I know you're in there, I saw you just got back from your run," came the voice from the hall, accompanied by more loud knocks. "I really, really need to talk to you." Chris signed, recognizing the voice. It was Evan, a guy from down the hall. He pulled his earbuds out, looked down at his lubed up erection, back to the computer screen, and finally at the door. "Can it wait?" he hollered. "I'm in the middle of something." "No man, please! I'm having a crisis here." Chris sighed. Evan was a close friend, maybe even his closest; he wanted to know what was the matter. He quickly pulled on his jockstrap and shorts, wiped off his hands as best he could, and walked over to the door, his erection quickly subsiding. He opened the door, shirtless, to a similarly shirtless Evan. "Come in, then," he motioned to his hallmate. Evan did, then sat down on Chris's black futon, which was positioned in the middle of the tiny room, facing the 32" LCD that Chris had atop his dressers on one side of the room. His lofted bed and desk were on the opposite end of the room, against the far wall, and behind the futon. Evan leaned back, spreading out on the futon. Unlike Chris, he was a muscular guy, with nice, beefy pecs and thick biceps, outstretched across the back of the futon. He too, was mostly hairless, save for a few curls of chest hair and thick tufts of armpit hair, which Chris could easily see due to Evan's provocative pose. All in all, Evan was about 6', maybe about 185 lbs. It was he who Chris had been trying to get workout tips from, although their schedules had not really lined up much to be able to go workout together. Evan was straight, much to Chris's dismay- and Evan knew that Chris was attracted to him, as Chris was the first person he had come out to, back at the end of freshman year. But it was sophomore year now, a full summer behind them to clear the awkwardness of that conversation back in May, a full summer for the unrequited advances of Chris to fade in his mind. If you asked Chris, he would tell you that he didn't have feelings for Evan any more, but deep down, he knew that he was still deeply infatuated with him. And now, on this late September Saturday afternoon, Chris groaned, "So what's wrong." "Did I interrupt you beating off?" asked Evan bluntly. Chris sighed and pressed the question. "What. Is. Your. Crisis." Evan looked up at his friend. "Well. You being the expert on gay things and all..." He looked up at Chris, who was until these words sweaty and annoyed. "I need advice." Chris raised an eyebrow. He had gotten his hopes on Evan misinterpreting signs like this before and he wasn't about to let it happen again. Evan, on the other hand, looked like was going to throw up. He didn't know how to interrupt the feelings he was having, let alone tell Chris, a guy whom he had upset deeply for not being gay, this new development in his sexuality. "Well," Evan said, gulping. "I was trying to hook up with this girl, Ashley, last night over at Sig." Chris rolled his eyes. Sig was a frat they had gone and partied at a few times as freshmen, taking advantage of the free booze offered to freshmen the brothers thought might rush. Chris and Evan did not, and Chris had not been back since. Evan, on the other hand, had friends in the frat from high school. "And it was going great," he continued. "Until things started getting, well, serious. I just couldn't 'do' anything! I mean, it was like I wasn't attracted to her, at all. Like suddenly it clicked that I wasn't doing this because I thought she was attractive, but because I felt social pressure!" "So you had whiskey dick, big deal," retorted Chris, his arms folded. "You've gotten off with girls before, haven't you?" "No, it was more than that. I wasn't even that drunk. And no, if you must know, I have not gotten more than a BJ from a girl before." This surprised Chris. Really, for all that talk, Evan was a virgin? "So what do you need me for?" Chris groaned, thinking back to the porn he was watching and how much he'd so rather be masturbating. "Well... this morning I was really thinking about it. So I tried to jerk off. I pulled up all the porn I usually watch. And I realized that all of it had really, really good looking dudes in them. I mean, big, muscley guys. I think I've been jerking off to them all along." Chris sighed. He really, really could not let himself be Evan's experiment. After all the strife and sadness he went through the last time, when he came out to Evan, he couldn't do it again. "I know, I know what you're thinking," said Evan. "But this is different. Just now, I pulled up some actual gay porn. And Chris, it was hot. Like, crazy hot." Chris's cock stiffened a little to hearing Evan say this. But he knew better. "So you thought you'd come over to me, who you know wants your hot bod, to see how real these feelings are." This whole time, Chris's computer had still been playing the porn he had been watching, but just now, it must have reached close to the end, as the quiet tiny sounds of men screaming sounds of intense pleasure could be detected, despite being played through tiny Apple earbuds still plugged into the computer. "Go on then, bring that over here," Evan said. "I'll show you." By this point, Chris was too horny to protest or keep his guard up. This was a real, actual chance to see Evan, not just naked, but jerking off? He grabbed the laptop, putting it down on the floor in front of them. Evan pulled down his own shorts, revealing his thick 6.5" cock. He lubed it up, looking over at Chris. Evan was hard as a rock. "Damn, this is hot," he moaned. The two spent the afternoon jerking off, kissing, and sucking each other off. That fateful afternoon was the beginning of their relationship. A few weeks later, they would explore each other further, Chris and Evan losing their virginity together, as Chris rode and bounced on Evan's thick member. And now, six months since Evan learned his true sexuality, the two boys were going to take their relationship to the next level. --- It was a frigid February Friday morning. Evan and Chris had driven in to the city, taking advantage of their long 4 day winter weekend, to celebrate this milestone in their relationship. After parking the car in a large garage, the two boys walked out into the quiet streets of the city gayboorhood and approached their destination. They looked up at the sign of the nondescript shop front. In blue block letters, it read "Andro's Men's Clinic". In the window, a small sign read "Enhancements available here!". "This is the place," Chris breathed, pushing the door open, leading him and his boyfriend inside.
  19. Hi There All! Chapter 6 has just been uploaded on my Patreon! Here's the teaser to give you a taste! If you'd like to find out more on the series and enjoy the full exclusive chapters, hop on over to my Patreon page. Pretty soon I'll be launching a new reward tier on my page with even more content! I only need 13 more supporters to reach my goal and I'll launch the new Tier. Please consider supporting if like the story and want to enjoy more! Thanks! patreon.com/rekoobaz Enjoy! Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 (Teaser) Chapter 4 (Teaser) Chapter 5 (Teaser) The Intergalactic Adventures of Eero Chapter 6 (TEASER) - Growth! patreon.com/rekoobaz Location: Port Secretum, Kapteyn C, Kapteyn's Star, 1st Quadrant, Milky Way Galaxy Year: 2135 (Following on from Chapter 5, Eero begins to have a reaction to the doctors injection.) “Ok, so what should happen is the nanites will go about administering the required hormones to your cells, promoting growth," the doctor explained. “The nanites will self multiply as needed and once they reach a predetermined level they'll begin to slowly leave the body, mainly through your sweat.” Eero nodded. “Now there may be some minimal growth in neighbouring muscle groups but as I mentioned earlier the nanites are intelligent and know where they are in the body and their target area.” Doctor Bale held the syringe toward Eeros pec. “Ready?” “Ready!” Eero replied. The first needle pierced his skin. ————————————————————————————————- # ——————————————————————————————————— “Uhh, Doc, Beginning to feel a little uncomfortable here.” Dr Bale walked over, he could see Eero was uncomfortable, sweat beginning to form on his brow. “Ungh! My pecs feel like they're cramping and my nipples are on fire!” Eero groaned. Bale pulled Eeros jacket aside to get a full look at the pecs, something was definitely happening, Eeros two muscle-tits were flexed hard and twitching slightly. Sweat as beginning to form on their surface. Eeros nipples felt raw, like someone had been sucking on them. “Let me see if I can help,” Bale said as he began to massage the two pulsing mounds of pec meat. Bale kneaded Eeros pecs like dough, pressing his fingers into the flesh, attempting to loosen up the tension. “Relax, I’ve also trained as a massage therapist,” Bale assured Eero. “Ohhh Doc, thats it, right there!” Eero moaned. Bales ministrations couldn't alleviate the pain for Eero completely and pretty soon he began to feel something more than just the pulsing under his skin, growth. At first Eero thought it was just his breathing but pretty soon he realised the stretching feeling under his skin was from his muscles. The fibers were beginning to grow and multiply, the nanites dutifully building up the muscle. The sensation began to feel amazing and Eero grew excited, he could help but begin to tent his thong. “Oh Doc, I can feel it. So goood,” Eero breathed as Bale continued to massage the globes of muscle. “These beauties are gonna get huge!” Bale complimented, turning his attention to Eeros nipples, gently massaging around them and pinching them ever so slightly causing Eero to breath in sharply. Strangely it seemed the attention on Eeros nipples seemed to cause the growth to accelerate. They both watched in awe as Eeros chest began to visibly expand beyond its current 47 inches. Eero couldn't believe what he was seeing as the sweaty mounds began to dominate more of his view from where he was lying. They continued expanding, 48, 49, 50, 51, 52, it looked like Eero had two large bowls strapped to his chest. They had rounded out beautifully, the flesh firm but yielding as Bale continued massaging the two enormous mounds, salivating slightly at the glorious slight. Bale couldn't fight the urge, and in his overload of arousal Eero couldn't stop him. The good doctor abandoned any sort of professionalism, leaning in to begin licking Eeros new and improved muscle tits, treating them to a tongue bath. Bale ran his tongue up and down the mounds of flesh, circling around the areola before rapturously biting and sucking on Eeros nipples which too had swollen and expanded with the growth. Eero moaned in fevered joy as he was wracked with pleasure. He grabbed the sides of the examination table, Bales pec worship driving Eero crazy. “Oh fuck yes Doc!” Eero shouted “Keep going!” Eero was now rock hard, his erection slipping free from his thong. Bale hadn't failed to notice and had moved his free hand down to begin stroking the young bodybuilders hard penis. While most of the tingling sensation had subsided in Eeros' pecs he could've sworn he soon felt it in neighbouring parts of his body, but the doctor did say that might happen. The feeling was awfully strong though. Despite the immense pleasure attacking his body, doubt began to creep into Eeros mind as he felt his abs, lats traps, delts and biceps grow tense, the familiar cramping sensation quickly returning. “D-Doc!” Eero breathed. “Something's happening!” "Yeah, you're turning into a fucking beautiful musclebound god!” Bale replied. “No! I can feel it . . . elsewhere.” Eero stated. “What do you mea . . .?” Bale paused as he pulled his head away from Eero Pecs. He could see it, the growth was spreading through Eeros body. “Oh My!” Bale exclaimed as he saw Eeros abs began to twitch, rising and falling with each ragged breath. Eight bulging mounds grew bigger and more defined. The obliques becoming more toned and beautiful, but not so thick as to ruin the taper of Eeros waist, drawing the eye to the thick erection tapping Eeros abs with every fevered breath. If Eeros pecs hadn't already blown up so big Bale would be able to see how the taut anterior muscles threaded through the obliques toward Eeros pits. “The, The nanites! They're multiplying beyond their predetermined amount!” Bale realised. It was almost like he could see the growth swelling out from Eeros pecs, the muscles beneath stretching the skin. Around back Eero felt his traps suddenly bloat, pulling against the inside of his jacket. His lats followed suit, their improved size pushing Eeros arms further outwards. The delts, biceps, and triceps twitched, pulsed then bloated. Their new size proving too much for the stitching in Eeros jacket arms, causing slight tears along the sides. Bale couldn't help himself as he watched the erotic display. He quickly climbed up on the examination table and straddled Eeros mid section. The brazenness of the act causing Eero let a long moan as some of the air was forced from his body. “Fuck! Look what I'm creating!” Bale let out a pleasured laugh as Eero thrashed beneath him with each wave of pleasure he felt. Bale reached behind himself and resumed pleasuring Eeros pulsing penis. “Mmm, if only my nanites could grow this muscle too,” Bale chuckled. The growth had spread lower down Eeros back, his taut glutes now getting in on the action has they bloated quickly with new fibers, turning into a full blown bubble butt. The growth was so sudden that to Bale it felt as though Eero had thrusted upwards. "Yeah you enjoying this?" Bale teased as he began to rock back and forth on Eeros abs. Eero was being blinded in pleasure, the strokes of Bales hand on his dick were amazing and as the good doctor rocked back and forth on his abs Eero could feel the weight of his glorious new pecs, the slight pain that lingered from the growth that felt like a good burn from the gym only heightened the pleasure. Eeros breaths got quicker and quicker. The weight of his new muscle was intoxicating. His dick was numb from the stroking. He couldn't hold much longer. “Uhhh! Uhhhh!” “C'mon baby, spill it!” Bale urged “Ugh! Fuck yes!” Eero growled For the second time that day Eero exploded, his cum firing against the doctors back. ————————————————————————————————- # ——————————————————————————————————— © Rekoobaz Hope you enjoyed this little teaser of Chapter 6! To see the full chapter and more, head on over to my Patreon page! patreon.com/rekoobaz The Intergalactic Adventures of Eero will be an ongoing series on Patreon. Chapters 1 and 2 are free to view to give you a taste. I'll be starting out with two chapters every month with more exciting content to come in the future. (I only need 11 more Patrons to reach my next goal!) If you're interested you find out more at patreon.com/rekoobaz By pledging just $1.00 per month you'll be able to enjoy this chapter and more in full at 4000+ words. Thanks, and again, feedback is appreciated!
  20. Hi There All! Chapter 5 has just been uploaded on my Patreon! Here's the teaser to give you a taste! If you'd like to find out more on the series and enjoy the full exclusive chapters, hop on over to my Patreon page. Pretty soon I'll be launching a new reward tier on my page with even more content! I only need 13 more supporters to reach my goal and I'll launch the new Tier. Please consider supporting if like the story and want to enjoy more! Thanks! patreon.com/rekoobaz Enjoy! Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 (Teaser) Chapter 4 (Teaser) The Intergalactic Adventures of Eero Chapter 5 (TEASER) - Port Secretum patreon.com/rekoobaz Location: Port Secretum, Kapteyn C, Kapteyn's Star, 1st Quadrant, Milky Way Galaxy Year: 2135 (Eero arrives at a secretive facility aftergetting touch with a scientist who can help him put on some extra mass!) The Musculus descended into the atmosphere of Kapteyn C, part of the Kapteyn system a few light years away from Proxima Centauri. A frozen, ancient planet, one of the oldest known in existence, probably containing millions of years of secrets under its icy surface. Eero struggled at the controls, the planets surface shrouded in cloud cover, freezing snowstorm winds constantly battering the planets mountainous surface and the Musculus. Luckily Argento was nearby, navigating them to their destination through the solid white snowstorm winds. Hidden high up in a mountain range of the northern hemisphere was the destination in question, Port Secretum. A research facility where individuals to huge conglomerates could carry out "sensitive" research in private, free from the watchful eye of governments. The facility emerged from the snowstorm, nestled on the side of a mountain, almost completely disguised into the rock thanks to its brutal architecture of concrete and glass. Stepping up the side of the mountain before tapering into a tower about 300ft high. Argento had already described its operations in great detail to Eero, familiar with such places as the company that had created him operated in similar secretive locations, as some had voice concern that engineering robots that were essentially glorified sex slaves to be unethical. The talk had not imbued Eero with much confidence, now very uneasy about what could be in store for him but still determined to meet the scientist who could fulfil Eero’s desire to get huge! Eero gently guided the Musculus into one of the hangers piercing the mountainside. Docking clamps holding the ship in mid air. "We have arrived, Sir," Argento announced getting up from the navigation console,"Local temperature, minus ten degrees fahrenheit.” Eero shivered at just the sound of such cold temperatures as he went to get changed. "Guess it's a good thing this jacket does have a built in heating elements," Eero admitted, changing out of his workout clothes and slipping on the silver leather and shearling bomber, sliding up his boots over his bulging calves and meaty quads, hoping to make a good first impression to the scientist. ————————————————————————————————- # ——————————————————————————————————— Eero stepped from the ship into the hanger. The freezing wind rushing through the enormous space causing Eero to quickly seek out the entrance, but not before turning to see Argento stood in the Airlock. "Aren't you coming Argie?" Eero questioned. "I'm afraid I cannot, Sir." Argento explained "My software has received a geofence warning that robotic entities like myself are not permitted in the facility for security reasons.” "I will look after the Musculus for you, Sir.” Eero nodded, trying to pull his jacket over his pecs and running for the entrance. *PSHH* The glass doors sliding open with a satisfying motion, and an even more satisfying warmth radiating from within. Eero stepped into the entrance, proceeding down a passageway as a robotic female voice was heard overhead. "Welcome to Port Secretum, eastern hanger entrance.” "Please have identification ready for inspection at our security checkpoint.” "If you are a visitor, please ensure prior confirmation has been made for your visit by your host." "Please use main elevators beyond the security checkpoint for access to the central concourse.” "Thank You. And have a pleasant day.” The fake pleasantries of the robotic voice didn't hide the very serious nature of the facility, and neither did the security checkpoint a few hundred meters down the large passageway. Eero could see two security officers stationed there, ready to check his ID. They watched Eero as he approached, one of them leaning over the others shoulder, whispering something in his ear, the other nodding in response, grinning. Then they faced each other and . . . "Are they playing Rock, Paper, Scissors?" Eero asked himself, very confused. The first officer pulled paper on the other officers rock. The first officer throwing his arms up in victory before they quickly returned to their stations as Eero reached the checkpoint. Eero looked at the two security officers before him. The two men were very suitably muscled for their jobs. Big, but not overly so that their movement and flexibility where compromised. Their muscles both bulging perfectly in all the right places. Had it not been for their different skin colours Eero would've sworn they were twins. It didn't help that their uniforms were perfectly identical. Shiny black boots and tight leather pants with belts storing the officers' various equipment encased the mens' tightly muscled lower bodies. With their torsos covered by tight, white, sleeveless button up shirts, tucked into their pants and both with neckties, and leather straps around each of their biceps. Black leather gloves adorning their hands, and on their heads, leather peaked caps. But the visor actually extended down in front of their eyes, a tinted screen, displaying various information on the inside. Both the men had very manly faces though, Eero could tell from beneath their visors. Their jawlines flared out slightly before shooting back into meet sexy square chins. High cheekbones and concave cheeks made for an intimating face. In their tight uniforms, the men demanded respect. Eero wasn't initially intimidated, having worked as a security guard back home he was sure he could get on their good side. Eero approached the officer on the left station, (coincidentally the one who had won the rock off) "How's it goin'," Eero asked casually. Noting the surname on the officers badge, Kees. "Identification, Sir,” Officer Kees demanded, Clearly Not up for chit-chat. Eero pulled out his Slate, flashing his I.D card onto the screen, the security officer swiping his hand over it, a scanner built into his glove beeping as it detected the ID. The same robotic voice as before emerged from the machine in front of the Officer. "Identification confirmed: Eero Ericson Solis.” "Mr. Solis please stand still for the security scan," Officer Kees announced. A blue plane of holographic light emerged from the scanner overhead, passing over Eero twice. Before letting out a positive DING noise. But Kees wasn't done. "Mr Solis you have been randomly selected for a thorough screening," the Officer declared. Eero suddenly felt VERY nervous. "Uhhh, O-Okay?" Eero responded slightly perplexed, looking at the completely empty passageway behind. Randomly selected. Sure. "Please proceed into the screening room," Kees directing Eero to small room off to the side. As Eero entered the room he could've sworn he heard the two officers behind him high five. There was no disguising what the room Eero had just stepped into was. It was an interrogation room. "They don't seriously think I'm some kind of terrorist do they?" Eero thought, yet again completely oblivious to what was really about to happen. "These are men of authority though, I best obey them," Eero not wanting to have a run in with the law. Officer Kees stepped into the room, the door sliding closed and locking behind him. Eero watched, confused as the Officer slowly began to remove his tie and unbutton his top two buttons. He then got straight to work. ————————————————————————————————- # ——————————————————————————————————— © Rekoobaz Hope you enjoyed this little teaser of Chapter 5! To see the full chapter and more, head on over to my Patreon page! patreon.com/rekoobaz The Intergalactic Adventures of Eero will be an ongoing series on Patreon. Chapters 1 and 2 are free to view to give you a taste of the work to come. I'll be starting out with two chapters every month with more exciting content to come in the future. (I only need 13 more Patrons to reach my next goal!) If you're interested you find out more at patreon.com/rekoobaz By pledging just $1.00 per month you'll be able to enjoy this chapter in full at 5000+ words. Thanks, and again, feedback is appreciated!
  21. EcchiMultiverse

    Marvelous Man - Chapter 22

    All comments and critiques are welcomed here and on my Google Docs(https://drive.google.com/open?id=1RMBwDf7UPA6P6UR9YNSBADC-9ObDd7aj3TdkN4uYk2Y) For other chapters, I will post them on here later. But you can find the archives on my FA and Tumblr with pics included. FA: http://www.furaffinity.net/user/ecchimultiverse/ Tumblr: http://ecchimultiverse.tumblr.com/ For first looks and more illustrations, check out my Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/ecchimultiverse First Chapter | Previous Chapter | Next Chapter SPECIAL THANKS TO MY PATRONS: DONALD MORGAN, ANDREW L, SPECTRI, RANSIS, & IREEAN IREEAN GO AWAY All comments and critiques are welcomed here and on my Google Docs(https://drive.google.com/open?id=1RMBwDf7UPA6P6UR9YNSBADC-9ObDd7aj3TdkN4uYk2Y) For other chapters, I will post them on here later. But you can find the archives on my FA and Tumblr with pics included. FA: http://www.furaffinity.net/user/ecchimultiverse/ Tumblr: http://ecchimultiverse.tumblr.com/ For first looks and more illustrations, check out my Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/ecchimultiverse First Chapter | Previous Chapter | Next Chapter SPECIAL THANKS TO MY PATRONS: DONALD MORGAN, ANDREW L, SPECTRI, RANSIS, & IREEAN IREEAN GO AWAY Chapter 22: Two of Cups Pink cherry blossoms danced in the warm breeze, as the door to a roof access was wedged open. Sunlight illuminated the robotic figure stepping onto the simulated Japanese high school rooftop. The Soulem, cladded in a zaffre-colored fundoshi and red rectangular glasses, slowly trudged towards two muscled men hugging beneath a cherry blossom tree. Gemini coughed, “Um, hey guys.” Marvelous Man and Gene broke their embrace from each other. The musclebound superhero could feel himself blushing at being caught hugging the Totochtin prince. He wanted this intimate moment to stay private; especially from it being crashed by his soured love interest. As he and Gene looked back at Gemini, he saw the Soulem avoiding eye contact with mood rings flushed pink. “Sorry to interrupt, but the magical researchers need to talk to you,” said Gemini. The Soulem reported, “Something about upgrading your silver balls...which I’m pretty sure isn’t a sexual euphemism, but it could probably go both ways with you involved, heh.” “Yes, I can see the humor in your insinuation, Gemini. Thank you for telling me. I will take the leave.” nodded Gene. The Totochtin prince began his walk towards the simulation’s exit. As he passed by the cherry blossom tree, he stopped in his tracks. Gene turned around to face Marvelous Man. The rabbit superhero smiled, “Remember the wisdom I have imparted, Marvelous Man. You must make the effort to bandage it up. And when you are ready, I will happily partake in the fruits of the intercourse with you.” Marvelous Man could feel his body emit an extreme amount of body heat, that it felt like his own flustering was cooking him alive. He and Gemini watched the bunny demigod continue walking towards the rooftop access door. As Gene approached the door and exited through it, Gemini slowly shuffled about to face the musclebound superhero. The Soulem said nothing, while avoiding Marvelous Man’s eyes. The hulking bodybuilder did the same. “So…” hesitated Gemini, “This is awkward…” Marvelous Man replied, “Uh-huh…” The muscle demigod felt like this was his moment to say something. To make the first move in repairing their relationship. But...could not find himself to say anything. Every part of him wanted to either curl up into a ball or fly away. He then heard the Soulem speak up. “There’s...kinda a lot I want to say, but it’s actually hard to figure out where to start. Which is kinda funny...ya know, cause I got a computer mind and all. So it should be easy to figure it out...Sorry, I’m yammering,” said Gemini. He continued, “I guess I should say congratulations. After thinking it over, I’m glad you picked Gene. He’s...a lot nicer than how I’ve been. And I know he can make you happy, since he can detect emotions and all. I don’t even really know the guy, so I can’t just make off-handed assumptions about how he truly feels about you…” “Oh, no. It’s not like that,” corrected Marvelous Man. Gemini held up his hand, “Sorry, Justice. Please just let me finish. Before I lose the guts to say all this...or I might go back to being how I was,” The bulky android paused for a moment before taking in a deep breath. As he released his held breath, his shoulders sagged. Gemini then began to lightly pound his fists together; knuckles against knuckles. “...You were right. I was being a Dickasaurus Rex. I’m sorry,” admitted the Soulem. He explained, “And the more I look back on what I did with you, the more I realized how fucked up I was being. I forced my feelings on you and bullied you. And that’s not real love...and that’s not what a true friend does. Back in Sunnysville, I tried to understand your life...but I didn’t ‘get’ you. Ya know? Hell, I was being such an ass with Gene. Bet he didn’t even know what was really going on, huh?” Marvelous Man shook his head, while Gemini stared up at him. In the space of a nanosecond, a thought whispered in his mind. Was it wrong that he never said a thing to Gene about his relationship with Gemini? “No, not really,” he replied. Gemini walked towards the cherry blossom tree and laid his back against the bark. His cybernetic eyes briefly wandered up at the tree’s pink canopy before flicking back down at his hands. The gentle pounding of the bulky Soulem’s fists against each other continued. He sighed, “And then...after you called me out on my shit. It didn’t exactly click, cause all I felt was broken...inside. I ran back to my dad. Hoping to fix my pain. But all he did was try to explain love and stuff. That it’s not like those movies and books and whatnot.” The fist pounding ceased immediately. Gemini grasped his elbows as if he were hugging himself, while mood rings on his cheeks turned a deep blue. Teardrops began to form at the edge of his eyes. “And that’s when I got the call about your...disappearance. You were gone for two whole days, and...it was...I was terrified. I couldn’t stop thinking about you, and whether you were alive or not. So that’s when I thought about if you never came back. I just...I’m not sure if I could handle that. Just a world without you, Justice,” said Gemini. He paused to wipe his eyes of the tears. The Soulem smiled, “And then a miracle happened! You came back. It was at that point that I realized it didn’t matter if we weren’t boyfriends. I just wanted to be with you. I-in your life, I mean. Being friends with you was the best thing that ever happened to me.” Stepping away from the tree, the robotic being gazed up into his overly-muscular friend’s eyes. The bulky Soulem’s mood rings flashed to rose red, while his face became serious. His arms shifted; one drooping down while the other held onto the relaxed elbow. “A-an-and! I know that all that stuff I did and how it hurt you...I know we can’t ever go back to being how we used to be. Things are different now, and I get that...but that doesn’t mean we can’t go back to being friends again. Maybe not on the same level, but we can still try to get close to that, right?” Marvelous Man felt stunned at what he heard. His friend’s disposition seemed to have flipped on the opposite side of the spectrum. The muscle demigod knew his friend was right...but he could not help but feel guilt at what happened. It was a mix of both feeling like he enabled his friend to have bad behavior and also hurting Gemini’s feelings. The hulking bodybuilder smiled, “Yeah, I forgive you. And I honestly do want to be friends with you again.” The Soulem’s mood rings flashed the color of sky blue. “Great! But, uh, just so you know...I’m still a work in progress. I’ll still be an asshole, but I’m trying to be better. Just call me out on it, okay? Can’t keep using my new body as an excuse for what I do,” grinned Gemini. Marvelous Man nodded, “I will. I’m just glad we could patch things up.” “But, ummm, Gene and I aren’t a couple,” he corrected. Gemini’s mood rings became grey, “Huh?” “He broke it off with me,” said Marvelous Man, “He realized he couldn’t love me the same way I loved him...it was for the better. I’m pretty sure I’m the one that’s supposed to have a broken heart, and, uh, I still kinda do. But I think he was more broken up about it than I was.” The bulky Soulem paused for a second; his face projecting dumbfoundedness. Gemini’s mood rings shifted to white, “Oh...You okay?” “I think so. He said some things that put it into, uhh, perspective. I wasn’t any better than you when it came to love,” sighed Marvelous Man. He mentioned, “Plus, I kinda went through some traumatizing shit that having a wrecked love life isn’t so bad.” The robotic being looked away. “Oh, right...the kidnapping,” recalled Gemini. Marvelous Man slowly nodded, “Yeah, that...and some stuff that happened after…” “Did you want to hug it out and cry about it?” suggested the Soulem. The musclebound superhero smiled, “Naw, I’m all cried out right now. And I think I sorta reached some state of numbness...again. If that makes sense. But...I think I could use a close friend to talk about all this heavy stuff.” >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> “Wow...that’s some heavy shit right there,” remarked Gemini. The two friends sat at the bench beneath the blooming cherry blossom tree. Marvelous Man stared out at scenery beyond the roof’s metal fence. He sighed, “Yeah.” “But why do you call your opposite healing power a poison? I mean, you know what it means, right?” commented Gemini. The muscle demigod looked down at his friend. A part of him wanted to explode in the frustration of being questioned. Apollo had trained him in the ways of medicine and drilled into him the many facts of what is poisonous, toxic, venomous, etc...But he knew it would not do good to be so volatile at a newly repaired relationship. Marvelous Man’s eyebrow flexed in confusion, “Uh, yeah, I do.” “Just saying, it’s more of a venom than a poison, cause you’re directly inflicting it on someone,” said Gemini. Marvelous Man corrected, “That’s only when you’re injecting it into someone. Mine is more like...a secretion.” “Eh, having that dark power stab into people’s eyes to cause mental trauma sounds more like a venom. Besides, it sounds cooler,” shrugged the Soulem, “Oh! You should call it, Soul Venom!” The hulking bodybuilder giggled. He had missed moments like this. Events where he and Gemini just hung out as Justice and Gemini to talk about random things. Stupid things. Things that were childish but always had an odd depth to it. Even if it came down to talks of what color would they want grass to be. Or if the fetishism of creating a Soulem version of oneself and having sex with it is masturbation. Marvelous Man hummed, “That does sound cooler.” Seconds ticked by in silence. Neither being moved, as cherry blossom petals danced in the breeze. The mood rings on Gemini’s cheeks slowly changed to purple. “So...you have a unique celestial element, huh? And it’s supposed to help you win against the Skeleton Lord?” questioned Gemini. The muscle demigod nodded, “Yep. But it was more like I had a better chance of winning if I figured it out what it was.” “And it’s a virtue type of element, sooooo that’s gonna be harder to figure out,” noted Gemini. Marvelous Man sighed, “I guess. And it’s connected to my parents’ own celestial elements. My mom said it was a seed...whatever that means.” “So we got war, love, and...light? Or is it medicine and athletics?” said the bulky Soulem. Marvelous Man replied, “Heh. My dad just considered himself as complex. But I saw him as more of an art god when I tried to put a label on him.” Gemini’s mood rings flashed orange. “...How the hell are supposed to figure it out with such a mixed bag like that?! War isn’t even a virtue! It’s the opposite if it were trying to be in the same category somehow,” he grunted. Marvelous Man shrugged, “I dunno. Maybe if we tried to see the good side of it, it’d make more sense.” “And just what positive aspect do you see in war that isn’t connected to the profiteers of it?” said Gemini. Marvelous Man looked at the ground, “Well...maybe...I dunno...passion? Like, people only go to war to protect the ones they love and their nation. And love is, like, a chemical reaction for people to fight harder or just keep going at something regardless of difficulty. And it’s when it gets harder that a person refuses to give up.” Gemini looked at his friend with a stupefied look for a moment before staring out at the scenery. The color within his mood rings shifted back to white. “It’s so weird how you have such a unique perspective to things. It even shows in your fighting style. Well, either that or you just like being super extra...But even though what you said is a complete stretch, I wouldn’t say you’re wrong. True virtue is being able to give your own positive feedback no matter the challenge. Kindness instead of wrath and whatnot,” he replied. The Soulem continued, “So something that is connected to love, passion, and...art. Feels like it should be something super easy to figure out. But it’s like when you’ve looked over something you didn’t feel was important that when you really need it, it’s just not there. Sooooo...I dunno, soul? Since the soul can be linked to emotions and all. Seems like that’s what it is given how your powers seem to work with the venom and supercharge.” The muscle demigod thought about what his robotic friend said. It almost sounded like it had made sense...but his instincts told him that was not the answer. “Naw, it doesn’t feel like that’s what it’s supposed to be,” frowned Marvelous Man. Gemini sighed, “Well, shit.” The uncomfortable silence made its way back; filling the void of unsaid words. Marvelous Man felt he was going in a spiral that was slowly going down to an unfortunate end. Every time he tried to find a way to break from the pattern or forget about it, the feeling would always pull him back in. Ugly and numbing emotions would creep back in; never doing anything but always making themselves aware since the second encounter with the Skeleton Lord in the subway. It had been easy to immediately ignore such nasty things back then. But after his confrontation with his parents...the emotions had now started to pounce on the musclebound superhero. And with every second he was aware of them, they would gnaw at the core of his optimism. Marvelous Man needed to be rid of such things. He gambled everything on his friend. If not being about to exterminate the vermin feelings, then at least Gemini could help take some weight off of the negative emotions. His lips trembled. “Have you...ever wished you didn’t exist?...Or maybe...that people would be better off without you? Maybe even the world?” he asked. Gemini immediately glared up at the hulking bodybuilder. His face was completely flabbergasted, while his mood rings flared a bright yellow. “WHAT?! NO!,” exclaimed Gemini, “Justice, why would you say that?!...What’s-are you alright? Bro, where’s this thinking coming from?” Marvelous Man looked away, “It’s just...I don’t know...something I’ve just been thinking about for a little while...maybe even more since shit went down…I know I try to stay happy, but it’s been getting pretty hard right now. All I feel now when I’m alone and just thinking is guilt.” “ And...well...It’s cause it feels like all I’ve done so far is make everything worse for everybody else. And now...that feeling of not being able to shake off the bad stuff just keeps coming back. It’s like, it doesn’t feel fair that I’m alive when so many people are dead. Even when they’re not completely innocent or something, I’m not sure. I’m going through a lot of stuff so fast my head is just flying off and I don’t know how to feel anymore other than considering...not...existing,” he continued. Gemini placed his hand on his friend’s shoulder, “Bro, are you feeling like that right now?” “I guess…” shrugged Marvelous Man. Gemini spoke, “Take a deep breath right now, okay? Just do it.” It was an odd request from the Soulem, but the hulking bodybuilder complied. Taking in a deep breath of air, his meaty pectorals slightly expanded. Marvelous Man’s pecs then deflated back to their normal state upon exhalation. The muscle demigod could not explain how, but it felt as if the stress he was carrying had been slightly relieved. “Now listen, it’s okay if you want to think that, but don’t ever believe in it. We can’t stop the thoughts we have and should just go through all the, ya know, processes of it. But it’s dangerous if you give thoughts like that the power to become truth, okay?” lectured Gemini. The Soulem continued, “I know a lot of crap went down. And whether you were part of it or not, it still would’ve happened. Those homeless people still would’ve died back at the subway and the crack den, but you were able to stop the Skeleton Lord from causing more harm. Hell, Gene is still alive cause of you. Oh! And those people at the park too! They would’ve bled out if you weren’t there.” Marvelous Man thought back to those events the Soulem listed. His friend was not wrong. Things could have gone a lot worse if he had not been there to heal his friends and the innocents. And now that he thought about it, if he had not been kidnapped by the PB&J Gang, the Skeleton Lord might have arranged Gene to be kidnapped instead. “I guess you’re right,” he nodded. Gemini spoke up, “Yeah, I am. I mean, you even managed to befriend Sugar Skull and bring him into the D.A.B.! Who else but you can do that? Though I think he might not be happy right now with Puzzles ‘stern talking to’ if ya catch my drift.” “And even if you weren’t Marvelous Man right now, you changed people for the better as Justice. Look at your parents. They’re...well...the stories always projected them as batshit insane gods, but you talk like they’re overbearing parents that love you too hard!” he exclaimed. The Soulem threw his hands up, “That’s a complete one-eighty if I’ve ever heard one! I know you said and did some things to them, but I’m sure they’ll come around if you give them some time.” Gemini paused for a moment; his mood rings turning pink. “And, well...I met you by chance. We became great friends, and you helped awaken me by being there for me. Maybe things didn’t turn out so well after that...but in the end, we made up...just right now though, heh…” he babbled. Gemini sighed, as his mood rings turned white. “My point is, your very existence makes all the difference and don’t you forget it. The positive things you provoke in people may be small compared to what you expected, but it all carries the same weight. Even if it’s as small as being their friend or even getting someone to try a new thing. And superhero or not, your existence inspires change in the people around you,” he said “But look, I’m no therapist, and I really think you should see someone about this. I’m currently pulling therapy articles from the internet for what you’re probably dealing with as we speak, but all I’m doing is putting a band aid on the situation.” Immediately after Gemini’s speech, the entire simulation shook with the intensity of a strong earthquake. While lasting for only two seconds, the quake was vigorous enough to upset the Soulem’s balance. Gemini fell forward, as an overly-muscular arm reached out to him. Marvelous Man leaped upward and swept his arm around his robotic friend; catching Gemini in the process. Steadying the Soulem upright, the musclebound superhero’s thoughts shifted from concern of his friend to the quake. His mind quickly pieced together that there must have been some outside force to cause such shaking. “What just happened? Was that an earthquake?” he said. Gemini held his fingers against his head, “Not sure. Give me a sec. Scrolling through social media.” The Soulem’s metallic eyebrows furrowed. His eyes seemed to look glazed over, as he streamed through data. Seconds after, he blinked his eyes back into focus. Gemini’s face expressed only horror, while the mood rings flashed to a bright yellow. “Oh my gosh...no no no nonononono…” he muttered. Reaching into the brown satchel strapped over his shoulder, Gemini pulled out a glass smartphone. He tapped on its glowing screen a few times before holding it up next to his face. The Soulem turned away from the muscle demigod; pacing back and forth in a frantic motion. He mumbled, “Come on, come on, come on! Please, oh, please pick up.” Gemini came to a sudden stop, as his face was instantly washed over with shock and then relief. “Dad! Oh my gosh. Thank goodness, you’re alright! Why aren’t you at work today?...You got the flu? Oh, thank fuck that happened...S-sorry, Dad. I-I’m just really scared right now, but at least you weren’t at work today...It’s-I’m, uh, not sure how to say this dad. There was an explosion at the Arkos Division, and it was so powerful that it just shook the D.A.B. headquarters right now...No, I’m fine…I love you too, dad...” he rambled. Marvelous Man’s eyes went wide upon hearing Gemini’s side of the conversation. He felt himself nearly reacting to what he heard, as a telepathic message interrupted him. The musclebound superhero heard his field analyst’s voice. Fairuza announced, “Gene, Marvelous Man, please report immediately to the Director’s office. If you spot Gemini on the way, please bring him. I tried contacting his phone, but it’s busy.” >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> “Seven minutes ago, an explosion occurred at the Arkos Division headquarters,” reported Puzzles, “It is not yet certain if it was an act of terrorism, but it was most definitely an attempt to distract us heroes.” “And the reasons as to why we know this is because at the same time of the explosion, our magical alarm wards placed around the Skeleton Lord’s fog had detected a spike in activity. A monster and two humanoids with undead features have been seen exiting the fog. A, uh, pardon the term, skeleton crew of drones and police officers placed there have been able to stop the intruders. Recordings of the intruders have yet to be released.,” he continued. Director Skye sighed, “We were lucky so few appeared. Any more than those three, and we definitely would have to send over some body bags.” Sugar Skull shuffled about in one of the office’s cushy seats. “What happened to the invaders?” questioned the ghoul. Puzzles pawed at his tablet, “They were immediately killed. The humanoids were armed with firearms. Once they aimed their weapons at the police, law enforcement attacked in self defense. The monster was also killed. Assumed to have been caught in the crossfire of bullets. Let’s see...no bodies were found. Upon death, the suspects had instantly disintegrated and left behind a distinct bleach odor.” Sugar Skull concluded, “Which is what the creatures of Limbo smell like. Uh, ummm...OH! Guaranteeing that the fog really is a gateway for the Skeleton Lord to exit through.” Marvelous Man felt both of his hands being grasped, as he felt nausea begin to overtake him. The surprising, tight sensation caused his queasiness to recede. Within each hand, the muscle demigod held Gene and Gemini’s hand. A warm, rubbery feeling in one clutch, and a soft hand that emitted flecks of anger underneath concern in the other. Elbows on the desk with fingers intertwined over each other, Director Skye leaned forward. He closed his eyes momentarily, as he exhaled a long, audible sigh. His eyes then flicked up at the team members; scattered about in either seats or standing in the center of the room. “Without collecting all the conclusive evidence, it’s too early to arrive at that kind of destination...Sadly, I am inclined to agree with you, Mr. Skull. I cannot ignore such a coincidence to occur soon after our earlier meeting,” said the master witch. The soft closing of a book echoed in the tension-filled office. Marvelous Man looked down to see Fairuza recently finished running a magical scan with her book. The field analyst had an apprehensive look on her face, as she shifted in her chair. Fairuza slowly raised her hand into the air, “Director Skye, sir, I’m afraid I have some more bad news. It’s about the explosion at the Arkos Division headquarters.” “...And what foreboding information have you discovered?” said the Director. Fairuza disclosed, “Multiple casualties discovered so far, and the explosion caused half of the facility to collapse. It’s unsure how many more are buried underneath the rubble. Survivor injuries has ranged all the way to critical. Medigel they have present had been greatly reduced due to the explosion and only have a handful on hand. Paramedics arriving soon.” Fairuza swallowed. She had a pensive look on her face. Her eyes gazed downwards as if she were carefully choosing her next words. “I was able to scan the area and find the login information of a security guard for their cloud’s security feed...They will no longer be needing it. Um, in any case, I’ll be accessing their cloud right now. Director Skye, where can I broadcast?” she finished. The Director’s hand began to glow blue with magic, as it casted multiple gestures at his wall-mounted paintings. What had been colored brushstrokes on the canvases were now a black screen with a runic symbol illuminating in the center. With the magical alteration complete, the master witch pointed at his modified painting with an opened palm. She gave a slight bow, “Thank you, sir.” Setting her yellow book on her lap with the front facing down, the mystical field analyst placed her index finger upon the center of the hardcover’s back. The tip of Fairuza’s finger began to softly radiate with magic. She then traced her glowing finger in a circular motion; causing the back book cover to shine a small magical seal. Fairuza then lifted the cover; revealing a square gap sliced into the page. A glint of a shiny object gleamed from the tiny chasm, as it rose up into view. The object exposed itself to be a crystal sphere made of an indigo rock that was freckled with white patches all over. The rising then stopped, as a pedestal made of paper could be seen holding the crystal ball. The crystal ball seemed to be perfectly sized for Fairuza’s palm, as she cupped her hands around it. Fairuza’s hands glowed a faint blue before the magical energy seeped into the indigo-colored sphere. The mystical field analyst stared into her crystal ball, as the enchanted painting’s image across from her flickered. With the runic symbol on the canvas completely dissolving, the login page of a website took its place. Fairuza continued gazing into her magical sphere, as the blank boxes of the login page had begun to fill with text. Everyone but Marvelous Man turned to the screen. The musclebound superhero kept switching attention from the screen back towards the mystical field analyst; confused by the interaction of magic with technology. Marvelous Man bent down to whisper at Gemini. “Ummm…” he asked, “So how is she…?” Gemini explained in a hushed tone, “There’s a computer chip in her merlinite crystal ball. And with the runes grafted inside the ball to interact with the chip, she can affect technology. But the magical capabilities of that can’t hack the government or anything. It’s more like a magical universal remote.” The mystical field analyst slowly exhaled. Her hands slightly trembled, as the skin stirred. The moving skin split open; revealing eyeballs flickering about before focusing on the orb. Marvelous Man flinched at the sight, while everyone else continued casting attention towards the painting. “NGHUH!” reeled the musclebound superhero. Gemini clarified, “She’s fine. I guess the inside of her crystal ball is laced with spells to multiply her consciousness. I wonder what it’s like to look at 4 different screens with one mind...FYI, each of her eyes are a copy of her mind. Can’t imagine what her migraine will be like after the fact.” Seconds passed before Marvelous Man managed to force his gaze away from the disturbing eyes breaching from Fairuza’s hand. Turning his stare towards the magical painting, he spotted a new update to the canvas. The screen had transformed into four different camera feed screens; each one fast-forwarding through a timeframe before skipping to another scene. Marvelous Man tried to watch, but the images moved faster than he could comprehend. Fairuza continued scrying her crystal ball in silence. After a minute had flown by the fast-paced images turned to black. The eyes on her hands then began to shut; withdrawing into her body. With the last magical eye closed, Fairuza looked up from her crystal ball. “It wasn’t an accident,” she said with a neutral tone. The Director inquired, “By whose hand?” “A man in Aztec-styled clothing. Putting him on screen,” Fairuza replied. It had been too much of a coincidence to think someone else would be running around in such a specific style. Marvelous Man kept his mouth closed; it was obvious who it would be but did not want to assume. The musclebound superhero continued watching the black canvas, as he gripped the arms of his jacket. The black painting changed its image; shaping into another recording. The camera feed showed two lab-coat workers standing in front of two glass pillar-like containers with unrecognizable technology attached to parts of it. The glass structures held two figures within; obscuring their faces by huddling down with their faces casted at the ground. As the scientists were making their rounds with checking on the computers attached to the containers, an unseen force pulled one of them back. The yanked scientist then bent himself backwards; standing on the tips of his toes as if possessed by an evil spirit. The neck’s left side of the attacked scientist then split open, as blood started to spurt from the wound like a sprinkler. The other scientist stood in motionless shock at the scene in front of her; unflinching even after being bathed in the splatters of her coworker’s blood. The male scientist was then released from the invisible grasp and landed flat on the floor. As it happened, a figment began to materialize next to the downed scientist. It started reconstituting as feet; tanned as dark as mocha. The building blocks of the visible being continued construction of the legs with the edges of a red cloak that was outlined with teal. As the materialization created a red-knotted loincloth with a teal outline, the musculature of the mysterious being appeared to be slim like a professional athletic runner. The man came armed at that time, as a bow and quiver came into visibility and slung over the shoulder. The entirety of the head and face was covered; topped with a snake-shaped wooden headdress like in the Aztec illustrations Marvelous Man had seen in world history textbooks. Sugar Skull crossed his arm, “So the watchdog has come to collect.” The video paused, as the Director looked towards the Limbo being. “You know him?” questioned Director Skye. The ghoul nodded, “That’s Itzcóatl. He’s one of the Skeleton Lord’s guardians and right hand man. He showed up at the Skeleton Lord’s newest hideout when I rescued Marvelous Man. He’s a hunter that hides in the fog like a shark.” “And to make him more annoying, he can become, ummm, invisible. The Bruja also told me his quiver is enchanted to make copies of his arrows. Haven’t fought him yet but seeing this shows he’s probably the most deadliest out of all of them,” added Sugar Skull. The rabbit demigod released his hand from Marvelous Man’s, as he turned to face the ghoul. Gene frowned, “But how did the Itzcóatl manage to invade the Arkos Division headquarters? The building should have been warded to detect the magically invisible.” As Sugar Skull opened his mouth, he was interrupted by an electronic voice. “Not if that guardian’s power is supernaturally-based rather than a mutation. They’re a superhero company based on only science. And because they’re so sure their machines can detect and quarantine magic, that they refuse our help or even do basic warding. It’s why their supernatural captives keep breaking out, and their machines are very limited at detecting the various frequencies magic has. Until it’s figured out what the base frequency of magic is, they can only detect the handful of spells or supernatural powers made public,” sighed Gemini. Puzzles spoke up, “Fairuza, continue the footage.” Everybody turned their attention back towards the magical painting, as the security recording resumed. Itzcóatl pulled out a dagger with a black blade that appeared to be made of obsidian glass. The guardian pointed his weapon at the injured scientist before switching the dagger’s attention to the female scientist and then towards the glass containers. The footage did not seem to have any audio recording capabilities, as the female scientist nodded while mouthing a reply. With shaky hands, the female scientist placed her face in front of one of the containment unit’s computers. The device appeared to be an apparatus designed for eye-scanning identification. Upon completing the process, the Arkos Division worker typed away at the keyboard. The glass container reacted to the input by melting a rectangular doorway on the side of itself. The female scientist then ran to one of the drawers lined against the wall and opened it. Pulling out what she needed, she scurried over to her bleeding partner. While the worker was applying what appeared to be a salve from a soft tube onto her partner’s wound, the prisoners within the confinements exited the two glass containers. Marvelous Man recognized first one; Zareb, the African guardian of the Skeleton Lord who commanded electricity with the twin axes. The other was a knight, who was defeated before the musclebound superhero arrived at the scene. Zareb raised his hands into the air; his hands wiggled about as if it were calling out to something. Black smoke similar to the fog ebbed from his forearms and flowed into his hands. The whisping miasma then shapeshifted into Zareb’s iconic axes. Clanging them together, the runes grafted onto the enchanted weapons glowed. Lightning emanated from the magical axes; shocking nearly everything in random arcs before striking the recording camera. The camera feed became black, as the lightning shot into its eye. “My best guess is that Zareb, the Skeleton Lord guardian with the lightning axes, caused some sort of negative reaction with his continuous voltage and...triggered an explosion. Until we know more, that’s all I can say,” reported Fairuza. The Director questioned, “And who is the knight? What exactly can he do?” “Other than wielding a glaive-type lance, I don’t know, sir. But he’s not as dangerous, if he was captured so easily,” replied Fairuza. “Not unless he wanted to be captured. Same goes with Zareb,” said the master witch, “And what about our guest?” Puzzles stated, “Gilgamesh is still on ice, Boss. Not taking chances with this one. He’s tried a couple of times to get out whenever he’s been thawed for questioning, but our wards have made sure to keep him caged. We’ve also made sure to enchant the time capsule spell he’s in with a curse to put the freeze on anybody that didn’t undo the spell properly.” “Good. With the Skeleton Lord’s muscle out of the game, it’s made things easier for us. Double down on invisibility jamming spells. I do not want that ghastly rat getting in here at all,” said Director Skye. Puzzles bowed, “Yes, Boss!” “Gene, you go to the fog entrance and be on standby. Until we get barriers up, you’ll be the first line of defense against the invading ghouls and all those Limbo monsters,” commanded the Director. Gene nodded, “I acknowledge.” “And take Sugar Skull with you. Maybe this time, he can actually benefit us,” added the master witch. Sugar Skull placed his hand over his chest, “Ah. I’m touched.” “Marvelous Man, I need you to head over to the Arkos Division and help the injured folks with your healing abilities. Use that expansive healing of yours. The supercharge one. If anybody is alive under the rubble, it could be their only life support until they’re rescued. Gemini, you go with him. See if you can dig up any information in regards to...well, anything. I suspect you and your father’s relationship with the A.D. could give you some leeway in attaining such,” ordered Director Doug. “Yes, sir,” said Marvelous Man and Gemini in unison. The musclebound superhero felt pride course through his body, as he remembered what Gemini said to him earlier. He might not be able to save everybody, but he can make a difference in saving some lives. It was time to focus on what he can do and give it his all. Director Doug leaned forward; fingers interlaced with one another. A bead of sweat began to form on the master witch’s brow. He gave a quick sigh before looking up. He declared “Mark my words, people. This is only phase 1 of what is about to come. Dismissed.” Next Chapter
  22. Hialmar

    Unit 246: Chapter Five

    Chapter One is found here: https://muscle-growth.org/topic/13112-unit-246/ Chapter Four is found here: https://muscle-growth.org/topic/13146-unit-246-chapter-four/ Unit 246 Chapter Five Unit 389 had still been enraptured in the feeling of becoming as empowered as a neutron star, as unyielding as a being of chrome and tungsten, as disciplined as a fighting machine and as built as forgotten hero-god of the past, when someone or something cut the power supply off, and put an end to the relentless behaviour of Medical Artificial Intelligence 5. "All parameters and levels increasing and intensifying. Hypertrophic Power. Thirty thousand seven hundred millibanner. And... And... Aaaaaannnd... Warning. Lacking power supplyyyy..." He and the two other units regained their awareness of their physical surroundings. Socket A and socket B were damaged by the size of the forearms and calves of Unit 388 and himself. The lead glass walls of the chamber had cracked, and the electric cables supplying the hypertrophic generators smelled like they had burned. Individuals in hazmat suits stood in Lab 5, some of them of non-enhanced size, others obviously fellow individual units. Still dazed by The Procedure, he and Unit 246 and Unit 388 had been helped out of the chamber. Someone in a hazmat suit carrying the insignias of a lieutenant spoke to him: "Attention all units! Number?" "Sir! Unit 246, Sir!" "Sir! Unit 388, Sir!" "Sir! Unit, 389, Sir!" "You will be escorted to MedBay." They were escorted to MedBay. Three other men already rested there: A non-enhanced private with a partially-transformed and disfigured arm and shoulder, and two individual units of uncertain upgrade with something similar to burns in their faces and their right arms. A human surgeon, a Bleronian nurse and Medical Artificial Intelligence 1 took some samples, and gave them some pills. The Emotion Access of the other units were disabled, and they remained silent, but the wounded non-enhanced man was angry when he regained consciousness: "I'm not sure exactly bloody what you three were doing in there, but you succeeded in making me a bloody freak, without even looking inside! Fuck what it hurts! The painkillers doesn't work! Nurse Zzmnczythia? May I have another painkiller?" The blue-skinned Bleronian expressed a vapour of pity through their blowhole, and answered: "A higher dosage could be dangerous, but I could give you a telepathic analgesic, until Doctor Lǐ has evaluated your unusual state. You have assimilated hypertrophic power without any preliminary injections, and so has two of the other wounded patients. I am not at liberty to administer any telepathic analgesic to a patient without express permission, according to the Human-Bleronian Communication Agreement of Common Galactic Ansible Date 200.374.615. Do I have your permission, Private?" "Of course you have my permission, Nurse. While you are at it, why don't you blast the brains out of those fucking hulk morons over there? I give you my permission to do that. Fuck, this hurts so damned much!" "I am not at liberty at blasting other patients without their own express permission, Private." "Sorry, Nurse. Forgot the absence of irony in the Bleronian language. Please zap me with the mind-ano, already." * * * They had been kept in MedBay for two shifts. The best treatment of the injured non-enhanced Private was found to be The Procedure, using Prototype Enhancement formula upgrade 7.2, which had been sufficiently evaluated to be used in a non-standard enhancement like this. The Private did't seem to enjoy the thought, as two Enhanced Special Marine Servicemen upgrade 7.1 strapped the patient to the wheeled sickbed and moved him to the undamaged Lab 4: "No! You can't do this! I want to remain myself! Don't make me one of them! My girlfriend will hate me!" * * * Lieutenant Fforbes had given him a scolding, and he deserved it, because Lieutenant Fforbes told him he deserved it, but the – part interrogation – conversation turned into something more analytic after a while. "Do you remember anything of the past, Unit 389?" "Negative, Sir! This individual unit came into existence two shifts ago, and exist for the purpose of enhancing his capacity and use his capacity to the utmost, for the sake of the Galactic Empire. I hope, that I have enhanced my capacity to the utmost, Sir!" "I see. Though the events at the Becoming of you and Unit 388 damaged Lab 5, your Becoming has given us new, updated and complementary data, of use for the Galactic Marine Corps." "Sir! Thank you, Sir!" "But the damage inflicted to Lab 5 and three passersby deserve punishment." Lieutenant Fforbes was silent a few seconds, but the new Unit, which had forgotten, that he once had been Sergeant Mulligan, continued to stare straightforward without flinching. "And you have caused another problem. His Majesty's Battleship Demogorgon will not be able to use hyperwarp, until a new series of hyperwarp-safe hibernation-pods are acquired. This might delay missions of great importance. I will find out a suitable punishment. Let me see... Unit 389 blacked out. When he returned to consciousness his phonewatch showed, that it was one shift later, and he stood outside Lieutenant Fforbes private quarters. He knew that he had been given an order to give a hand at the installation of the new series of pods at hibernation deck. When he arrived at hibernation deck, he found Unit 246 and Unit 388 there, assisting the short and tiny dockworkers with the anti-grav trolleys and the new, bigger, pods. Pods suitable to contain Enhanced Special Marine Servicemen of upgrade 8.1.
  23. Hi There All! Here is a teaser for the third chapter of my ongoing sci-fi series. You can see the full chapter on my patreon page. Pledging just $1.00 per month gets you access to two 3000+ word chapters each month with more excited content coming soon. Feedback is appreciated. If you'd like to find out more on the series and enjoy the full exclusive chapters, hop on over to my Patreon page. patreon.com/rekoobaz Enjoy! Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 (Teaser) The Intergalactic Adventures of Eero Chapter 4 (TEASER) - Frisky Feedback patreon.com/rekoobaz Location: New California Convention Center, Central New California, PC-B, Proxima Centauri (Alpha Centauri System), 1st Quadrant, Milky Way Galaxy Year: AD 2135 (After Eeros devastating loss at the competition, he ends up losing something even more important when he goes back to one of the judges hotel rooms to work on his "posing".) "I don't normally do this, not for free anyway, but if you're interested, you can come back to my hotel room and I can help you with your ‘posing routine’ if you like." Frisco said under his breath again so no passersby would hear. "Really?!" Eero beamed, "That'd be amazing.” ————————————————————————————————- # ——————————————————————————————————— Over the next half hour, Frisco enlightened Eero with a huge amount of tips and tricks for his posing. Eero stood in front of the mirror, Frisco by his side, shifting from pose to pose, front and back double biceps, lat spread, hamstring flex and so on. Frisco adjusting Eeros stance, the position of his arms, telling him what muscle groups to flex, making sure each pose was perfect. Frisco tried to keep his cool as he ran his hands over the skin of the sexy hunk of muscle standing in his hotel room, using his posing advice as a cover to feel up the big muscle slut in his tiny pink poser. Frisco could feel his arousal coming back fast. "All right, Im gonna call out a few poses kid and you're gonna fire them off, just like we've discussed, got that?” Frisco announced. "Ok, Im ready to go!" Eero responded Frisco returned to the chair "Front double biceps!" He yelled. Eero dutifully pulled his arms up, holding his forearms at the correct position, allowing the peaks of his biceps to rise beautifully. Eero also flexed his abs, hard, for extra effect. Lastly pointing the toes on his right foot allowing his quads to flex and ripple. Eero held himself. "Not bad, not bad," Frisco commented "Front Lats!” Eero shifted, pulling his elbows forward allowing his beautiful lats to flare majestically out to the sides. His bulging rounded delts putting on a good show too. Frisco shifted in his chair, getting a little antsy watching the display. "Side Chest!” Eero stepped sideways, his legs spread allowing them to join in on the show. His big muscle tits really caught Frisco’s attention though, the young bodybuilder taking his advice about emphasising what he had to heart. Frisco began palming the growing bulge in his tight sweatpants. "Uhh, back double!” Raising his arms up again, extending one of his legs and flexing his calf with all his might, Eero almost seemed to disappear, in his place the image of greek god, only bigger, the pose so superbly executed. Friscos bulge quickly growing bigger. "Back lats!” This really got Frisco going, leaning forward in his chair, practically watering at the mouth. The pose perfectly highlighted Eeros extreme sweep from his wide lats down to his sexy slender waist. Eero giving his glutes a playful flex as well. Frisco let out a low growl, “Yeahhh." "C'mon kid, side triceps, now!” Yet another opportunity for Eero to show off this squeezable pecs, the execution of the pose definitely making them seem larger, as was Eeros intent. "C'mon! Get into it!" Friso yelled. Eero flexed harder, grimacing, letting out a groan. "That's it, you're getting it. Man if you had performed this well on the stage today, you would've gotten a much better placing!" Frisco admitted, standing. He stood closer to Eero, feeling the heat radiating for the bodybuilder. "Last one, MOST MUSCULAR!" Frisco bellowed. Eero leaned forward, flexing his arms in front of him, his whole body blossoming, exploding with muscular power. “Harder!" Frisco yelled. "Yeah!" Eero yelled, flexing harder. "C'Mon, harder!” "Yeahhh!", eero pulling even harder. "Fucking harder, go big or go home!” "FUCK YEAHHH!” Eero letting out the most primal, masculine growl. Frisco couldn't take it anymore. His now solid erection begging to break free He grabbed Eero, spinning him around and pushing him up against the mirror, kneading his pecs, the both of them breathing heavily. "Fuck yeah you big muscled fucker!" Frisco breathed. The both of them staring at each other, faces only inches apart, Eero was completely caught up in the rush of it all, until Frisco leaned in and began furiously making out with the young bodybuilder. Eero caught by surprise, Friscos tongue slipping right in. Eero struggled to break free, he could feel the judges throbbing erection rubbing against his brief posing strap. Eeros own junk thickening up despite himself. Frisco eventually pulled away, staring into Eeros’ eyes with a lewd grin. "Please don't," Eero begged. Frisco just scoffed, grabbing the bodybuilder again and throwing him onto the bed, Eero landing on his back, looking up to see Frisco approach. "Remember how I said earlier I don't normally do this for free?" Frisco reminded. "Well, given this evenings success I think this time should be no exception!” ————————————————————————————————- # ——————————————————————————————————— © Rekoobaz Hope you enjoyed this little teaser of Chapter 4! The Intergalactic Adventures of Eero will be an ongoing series on Patreon. Chapters 1 and 2 are free to view to give you a taste of the work to come. I'll be starting out with two chapters every month with more exciting content to come in the future. If you're interested you find out more at patreon.com/rekoobaz By pledging just $1.00 per month you'll be able to enjoy this chapter in full at 5000+ words. Thanks and again, feedback is appreciated!
  24. muscl4life

    Grandpa Burt Grows (Repost)

    GRANDPA BURT GROWS Story by Muscl4life and rdalrt2 Part 1 “These are new.” Grandpa commented, looking at the two blue pills in the bottom of the little plastic glass that I handled him, and for one second, it just felt he could read my mind, my heart skipped a bit. “It’s okay, gramps. Just a couple of new vitamins, they’re harmless.” I kindly encouraged him with a glass of juice to help him gulp down yet another set of pills. “Vitamins are a waste in this old sack of bones.” Grandpa just shrugged and took them down, not realizing that he had just swallowed a billion dollar revolutionary experimental super anabolic inducer that I had been secretly developed especially for him at my new job at ChemTech Labs. Don’t look at me like that; you would do the exact same thing too. Well, if you were a young man with a brilliant genius who loved your grandfather and hated to see him so miserable. I didn’t want his golden years to feel so lonely and uneventful. The man has been serving his country as a military and as a police officer, he served almost 35 years and became a rewarded crime fighter, but now people looked down at him, like he wasn’t capable of taking care of himself. Starting with dad, who insisted that Grandpa was no longer able to live by himself at only 68 years old! It was a good thing that I volunteered move in with him after I graduated from college, avoiding another major family crisis. Usually, grandpa was the most active man I knew. He was a 5’10” 170 pounds guy in top shape, grandpa could run 5 kilometers three times a week, and still lifted heavier than my scrawny self. He did try to eat healthy, but lately doctors were bugging him with cholesterol levels being too high. I used to think Grandpa Burt was my invincible hero, the same broad shouldered dark haired, gallant officer with the manliest mustache in the world, just like the picture hanging over the fireplace. After his surprising divorce, and the unexpected passing of Grandma, he did seem to lose a bit of his flare, became much more silent and less vigorous, more susceptible to illness, and in the last couple of months he did lost several pounds because his organism was much frailer. I wouldn’t let my grandpa go like that! At least not without doing something about, and being a very resourceful (some would say brilliant) young man working at a very disputed research position at the most prestigious pharmaceutical company of the world meant that I had access to several prototype formulae, just waiting to be improved by my skills. And so I decided to take this andropause study and bring it into a whole new level, I was determined not to just soften the loss of muscular mass, strength and sexual drive, I would find a way not only to revert these nasty symptoms, but to change the scenario around, my formula would actually help elder men to continue vigorous and strong throughout all their lives, if not healthier and stronger. Okay, I might be a bit obsessed, but all geniuses are obsessed. I also knew my formula was highly experimental but there was no better timing. Although I would never harm grandpa intentionally, and he needed to be the first human test, after all the formula was especially tailored for his genetic makeup and physiologic needs. Following the improvised treatment system that I pretended that his physician had created, Grandpa Burt took 2 pills three times a day, followed by a special nutrient shake that I developed especially to make sure his organism was getting all the amino-acids it deserved when the anabolic cycle started. Basically, my formula would “jump start” the genetic production of testosterone, which provided a new anabolic cycle in his organism, therefore overcoming the nasty effects of the andropause, allowing his life to get back in the vigorous standards. I had to hide my utmost excitement during the following days; I gave an excuse at work and said that my grandpa needed my cares, when in fact he was feeling healthier than ever. His appetite returned with revenge, he ate everything that I served him and even went back for seconds. His work out disposition had not only returned, it now seemed much more intense and his blood work was pristine, which overcame my most optimistic expectations. However, even if I were able to fool grandpa initially, I should have guessed that a prodigious 19 year old lab rat would never be able to keep the façade from a man who worked as a detective for over three decades for much longer. It turned out that Grandpa was just giving me enough line to see what was going on, and I realized it just at the end of the first week into the treatment, and I brought grandpa the first daily dose of his “vitamins”. “How are you doing sir?” I brought the tray with his special medication. “I’m feeling better than ever, son!” Grandpa Burt gave me a mighty hug, and since his recovery, he already added the lost weight, even increasing his bodyweight to 177 pounds of hard lean mass. “What was that for?” I asked blushing deeply. “Do I need a reason to hug my favorite grandson?” He chuckled, grabbing the little glass with his pills and the glass of water. “I am your only grandson…” “And that’s your father’s fault. Your grandma couldn’t have more children and he knew I’ve always wanted a bunch of little grandchildren.” “Yeah, yeah, yeah, now take your pills at once.” I admit now that I am the worst liar in the world; my body language gave up my excitement. Grandpa stopped right before he actually gulped the pills. “What is the name of this product?” “W-what?” I gagged. “What is the name of this wondrous drug that you’re giving me without any prescription from my doctor?” Grandpa Burt asked once again, this time looking down at my 5’6” frame, and I couldn’t stop shaking for once. “Oh…I don’t know…it’s new to the market…” “Is it now? And a brilliant young man who currently works in the pharmaceutical area wouldn’t happen to know about such a miraculous new drug?” Grandpa Burt had his smartest look framed by his silver mustache, and my knees were so weak, that I spilled all the beans. “I am sorry, grandpa! I didn’t mean to harm you, I made this drug for you, and it is especially designed to help you overcome andropause symptoms. I know it sounds dangerous, but I’ve taken all precautions, I swear I would never let anything bad happen to you.” I must confess I would expect to hear a lecture, but instead I just got another warm hard hug and a kiss on my forehead. “That’s okay, son, I am a little upset that you've been stealing from your work to get me these pills, but I can see why you did it. I'm touched that you care so much about a useless old man." “Well technically I didn't steal, the formula was just a prototype, it didn't even work, it was merely an idea, I had to start from scratch and I've got much better results in you than the other candidates, but then again this formula is tailored for you, I don't think it would work that well in another man. But don't worry, now that we have established such impressive standards, I guess we can drop them, your organism will probably keep producing regular levels of testosterone that will help you to keep strong and healthy." I said casually, but then my grandfather just did something that surprised me, he not only swallowed the pills I had given him, he just smiled and proposed me something that I would never expect to hear. "The way I see it, I've got an incredible opportunity with these pills, and my genius grandson being kind enough to provide them." He smiled warmly, looking down at me with his inquisitive expression. "And I'm not going to waste it. I want to see what these pills can do...so instead of stopping, I want you to bring me even more powerful versions. I don't know if I'll get to feeling as good as I did when I was your age, but I want to see everything that this new drug can do." "Grandpa Burt?" It was all I could mutter. The former law-enforcer just looked down at me, hugged me so tightly and thanked me for giving me a new chance on his life. I was caught unprepared; the turn of events was so unexpected. "Of course, sir. I can do that, we can adjust the formula to make it more potent if you want, but I must warn you that it will make your body more muscular and increase some other aspects of your organism. And, you will actually feel better than when you were my age sir, the overall enhancements are going to happen on top of your current stats." His smile was warm, and made my young scientist's heart melt. "That sounds wonderful to me, son. Now if you'll excuse me, I think it's been far too long since I worked out." I followed Grandpa down to the basement like a little lamb. His weight set was still in there, though it had been collecting dust for the last year or so as it sat unused. The doctors had told him to take it easy; since his joints couldn't sustain the stresses of intense weightlifting. But once he changed into his workout gear and walked down the steps to the basement, setting up the bench press with 145 pounds, less than he used to do but still a significant weight. He could only laugh as he easily pumped the weight up and down, racking it after 20 easy reps. "Hah! That was easy...Add on another 45 pounds, son." I eagerly obliged, thus matching his previous cargo, but even after that he just waited until I added another 20 pounds. I was afraid that he would hurt himself, but as grandpa started this new series with renewed energies, it soon became obvious that his treatment had not just returned his strength, it actually made him a bit stronger and his joints no longer hurt. "This is going really good, sir, your organism must be producing collagen as well, making sure your joints are properly prepared for a brand new anabolic cycle that your organism entered, or at least the first one..." I felt very proud of making my aging grandpa feel young and strong again. The lean man grinned as he pushed out 10 reps, racking the weight with a chuckle. "It's been a long time since I've been able to lift like that. It didn't hurt at all..." He raised an arm to rub at his elbows and shoulders, chuckling. "Mmm, this is great! I feel strong as a young buck!" I gingerly nodded. "Well sir, a young buck wouldn't be that strong, you see your body is used with strength train and such information is well kept in your organism, so when you undergo the strengthening process, the overall results are magnified by your own experience. This is not just another puberty growth induced by chemicals; it is actually a better anabolic cycle because you are a better man than you've used to be back in previous days. I guess this explains such impressive results right of the bat." I tried to explain Grandpa Burt about the feedback of his enhancement treatment, but I suddenly felt that he was not paying enough attention; his intense blue gaze only seemed interest in the uncanny results in front of them. "Oh, we shouldn't forget the shake..." I smacked my forehead. "Mmm, that's right. Why don't you go make it for me, son? Make it a big one as well, your grandpa is feeling awfully hungry today." Grandpa Buck grinned back at me, looking up at the young man who made the impossible true with an eager expression. "And you'll be making a lot for dinner, won't you? I'm going to need a lot of protein tonight." "Don't worry, pops, I'll never let you starving!" I said with a timid grin as I went upstairs to bring him the nutritional shake I've developed and also made sure that we had steaks for dinner. When I got back, I saw that my grandpa was still working out very intensely, it was like he was visiting an old friend that left a long time ago, and such friend was himself at the prime of his shape, but now he realized that he was getting too strong for such old standards, he already added another 70 pounds to his previous record and didn't seem challenged enough. "Is everything alright here sir?" The older man grinned, standing up without taking his eyes at his reflection in the mirror. "I feel great, son. Stronger than ever! In fact..." Grandpa Buck pulled off his shirt and revealed his torso, making you gasp as you see his toned abs, his defined pecs, his thick arms and broad shoulders. He looked so different already! "I think these weights might be too light for me pretty soon, though." I gasped as noticing that my 68 year old grandpa already had his 6-pack back! I guess his recovery was going better than I thought. "Wow, this is impressive, gramps! I guess that you being conscious of the ongoing changes on your body is having a positive impact on your development, it is causing a tremendous pump effect over your body, which is so impressive." I looked back at the winning smile of my grandfather and blushed so intensely, there was nothing in the world that I wouldn't do to make him happy. "I won't let you down, sir. You said you wanted a more powerful version of the formula and I shall give you that, it is actually pretty simple to design a more potent version, but I'll challenge myself to make sure that you will be bigger than you've never been!" Grandpa resumed his work out for that day, and although he was tired, he said he had never felt better in his life, and everything thanks to me. The very next day, I left home pretty early, not without giving Grandpa his first dose of the day and make sure he ate his breakfast, he was actually so excited about a brand new work out day, after all yesterday he had packed impressive 8 full pounds of impressive muscles, which made him 185 hard toned strong rugged pounds. “Go make me more muscle pills, son!” He playfully said as he smacked my butt, and for some reason it hurt a bit more than it was supposed to, or at least I felt my butt tingling for a long time afterwards, but it was not something bad, quite the contrary, I rubbed my cheek all the way to work. When I finally got back to ChemTech, I quickly fed the computer with several different adjustments of the original formula, and slowly worked them on the simulator to make sure the final product turned out even better than I first expected. Several hours later I returned home with a new batch of stronger and more refined muscle growth pills especially designed for my grandfather, and I was surprised to find him working out until late at night, but with a smile in his face and the most amazing pump I've ever seen. "Grandpa? Are you still working out? I thought you were doing that when I left? Did you eat well? Did you start dinner or should I do it?" I asked feeling kind of worried by the intense look on his face, it suddenly seemed like he had been there all day, which couldn't be possible, could it? The older man chuckled as he greeted me, standing in front of the boy with a broad grin. "Oh, you're back already...I've actually only been stopping my workouts to eat and go to the bathroom, I've been going at it all day! And instead of getting tired, I'm getting stronger than ever! My bench press is already up to 280 pounds, isn't that impressive?" I was shocked, looking at the uncanny physique on Grandpa Burt made me realize his organism was reacting far better than I had anticipated; it was like he had been working those muscles throughout all his life! The look on his glorious body was impressive, and when I reached to touch the hardness of his incredibly pumped muscles, it felt like touching a hot marble wall. "Whoa, grandpa Burt, you are so hard, and pumped!" I gulped, repeatedly touching the uncanny hard surfaces of those muscles with my curious respectful finger. “That's not the only thing that's pumped." Grandpa replied in a low, husky tone, and it was only then I noticed something else was pumped and went beet red at the very moment. "Holy testosterone, Batman!" was all that I could mutter by seeing my grandpa sporting a boner underneath his tight shorts, and not just any boner, it was the most impressive hard cock I had ever seen in my young life! "What's the matter, son? A real man isn't ashamed of his natural testosterone and manly urges. Getting pumped up makes me feel like a real man, my cock is just responding in kind!" He said with a smirk, not at all embarrassed by his boner. "Erm...I guess it's part of the effects, after all you are no longer suffering from andropause..." I actually didn’t know how to feel, after all it was supposed to be really strange to hear his grandpa talking about sex so frankly, right? But deep down in my soul, I felt incredibly proud that my grandpa shared such intimate feelings with me, but I tried to forget about the humongous size of his cock bulging under the flimsy fabric of his shorts. “Anyway, I hope you are feeling hungry, I bought tons of chicken breasts and tuna steaks, I think that you need extra protein now that we are gonna test these..." I gave him the new bottle of pills, and the look on my grandfather was priceless. "Take 4 of them after each meal, and on that note, you should know that you must do at least 6 meals a day, grandpa." “Oh don’t worry about that, pretty boy.” The older man's grin was out to ears, he immediately marched upstairs and started cooking a ton of food. “Are you sure you want to cook all that for dinner?” I asked in shock with his appetite, but grandpa just nodded along. “Sure, I love cooking in bulk, besides, I’ve got a feeling there won’t be leftovers.” By the time dinner was served, there were Chicken fillets, tuna steaks, protein powder shakes, Grandpa Burt surely made more food than we could eat in three days, but then again he was a growing man, and he needed lots of food to fuel his growth! “Come on boy, dig in before I eat it all!” He sat down and started eating it eagerly, moaning loudly at each bite he took and then the most amazing thing happened...his muscles seemed to twitch and expand with every swallow of food, and I was shocked to realize that it was not just my imagination, my grandfather was growing more muscular right in front of my eyes! At first, I thought Grandpa wasn't aware of his growth, he was just moaning and groaning, the food should be really good, but it was only then I noticed he was also aware of his muscles growing thicker, bulkier, heavier, wider and more massive, his pumped up organism quickly soaked in the nutrients in his bloodstream and responded to the muscle growth inducers in such a vivid way that I could only gasp in excitement and shock. "Grandpa, you're...you're growing!" The laughter on him made me realize that his growth was going on for a while now, he just wanted me to realize it first. "Shit, the formula is working far too well!" "There's no such thing, boy. It can only work even better!" He grinned as he polished off the last bit of food, flexing his massive arms. Those biceps had to be at least 21 inches, he was getting so huge! Meanwhile, I had been entranced with his expanding muscles too damn intensely to even notice him reaching down and grabbing the bottle of pills, pouring some out into his hand and then swallowing them. "I figure I should up the dosage to six pills, you probably created the dosage for a man smaller than me." "Oh, grandpa, please...don't do this we still have to see what the original dose was capable of...holy cow!" I said as Grandpa moaned, his body shaking so rapidly, his muscles bulged and he grunted, his tight clothes were ripping, the seam in his pants exploded on the thighs and the back of his tight T-shirt tore off as he smiled at me. We both heard the buttons on his shirt popping out of his shirt, and hitting different parts of the house. He just brought his arms at shoulder level and flexed the biceps watching them growing into uncanny size. "Holy cow! Grandpa you are awesome!" "Damn right I am, boy...look at these muscles." He flexed his immense biceps with a growl, the bulges of muscle surging up to 26" around, he'd grown as big as the biggest bodybuilders from that meal alone, and he was still getting bigger! "You think a little young man like you has BEEF like this? I'll show all those young boys a thing or two about REAL power." Grandpa growled, exulting in manliness and boasting with strength. "Grandpa, please...you have to take it easy, all this new testosterone can be dangerous to your brain, I don't want you to turn into some kind of uncontrolled freak okay?" I was really concerned with his health, it was then I noticed those intense blue eyes and the manliest smile in the world focusing on me. Once again my world stopped when his huge hands hugged my small, frail 145 pound frame into his glorious expanding physique. Grandpa pressed our bodies together and my hard cock rubbing on his uncanny 8 pack abdominal wall as his own monumental cock pressed against my frail figure, I only noticed his hand going down my soft tiny bubble butt and moaned, I've never felt him ripping my pants, but his harsh huge hand rubbing my right cheek felt so good. "Please, grandpa, you must stay calm”. It was all that I could whisper. "I'm plenty calm, boy. Now stop arguing...this is what I want. And I'm going to get it." He said with a broad, confident smile before firmly pulling me in for a kiss. But this wasn't like his other kisses, as my shaking lips pressed against his own and his manly mustache tickled my nose, his overpowering manly musk filled my lungs, his tongue slipping into my eager mouth as his massive hands rubbed and squeezed my gluteus, pulling the rest of my clothing off. Mmm, you look good naked. Just like your grandpa. I think there's going to be some new rules around here..." I went quiet, suddenly there was no need to argue, and things were self-explainable. I blushed intensely as my grown grandfather gently picked me in his arms and took me to the couch, where we sat very calmly. He brought his arm up and with just one look he told me exactly what I needed to know, I hugged the giant biceps with my eager both arms and kissed the rugged mountainous shapes on it, which pleased my grandpa tremendously, and I felt the hardness of his immense cock pressing on my virgin butt. Without asking anything else, I just laid my face against his immense chest and guided his huge hand back to my pretty virgin butt, and he inserted two huge fingers and judging by the way my eyes popped, he just laughed out loud, noticing I was very nervous at this, but so freaking excited. It was hard to believe that this growing man, my own grandfather, was penetrating me with his huge fingers. But it was happening; I was going to get fucked by my own studly Grandpa Burt! He pushed the two fingers in deeper and deeper, stretching me wider around them. "Mmm, I love watching you squirm as you take it, boy. You have never gotten fucked before, have you? You think you can take grandpa's huge cock?" He asked in a very deep, manly, yet authoritarian tone that made me melt. I wanted to say yes, but I gasped at the sight of the immense thing, fear overtook my body and I just shook my head violently, hoping that my grandpa would spare me from such horrendous pain, but instead he just laughed out, and held my head against his chest, lifting my body higher and spreading my legs. I screamed as those fingers were replaced by the most massive cockhead in the world, pressing into my virgin butt hole with such unstoppable force, I wanted to cry out in pain, but each time I opened my mouth it was muffled by the harsh kissing tongue of my growing grandpa. He kissed me rougher, dominating my little body with his expanding monumental physique, as rubbed my body with his huge paws, he squeezed tighter and with more passion, turning all the pain into pleasure which seemed to melt into my cock, I blew without ever touching myself, but still that immense monster was going deeper inside of me and Grandpa seemed to enjoy stretching me up like that. His cock was so huge, so powerful, it made a young weak man like squirming and moaning as Grandpa Burt sank me deeper and deeper atop that shaft. It had to be more than 14 inches long and bigger around than a soda can, stretching my poor virgin butt so deep and wide that no other man would even come close! I couldn't believe that I was taking the cock that had made my father! "Mmm, you're so tight around me, boy..." He whispered I tried to settle onto the base of his shaft, the pain slowly fading. My heart beating so fast, I vainly thought the worst was over, the burning pain on my butt, the humongous cock pushing deeper inside me, but Grandpa clearly had other plans. All of a sudden, he just stood up with me still impaled on his monster shaft and walked downstairs back to the basement, supporting my weight as I moaned with each single step he took. “Don’t worry boy, we just need a view, and you will understand everything Grandpa wants.” The glorious master of muscle calmly sat in front of the mirror of his weight set, he savored our joint reflection and kissed my cheeks, caressing my hair and cleaning the sweat over my eyes. “You are the sweetest little boy. I will make sure you are always proud of my size, of my strength, Bobby.” Then, he flexed his arms, showing me how massive he had gotten thanks to me, and the pain was gone. “Oh Grandpa, you’re so huge, so amazing!” I was still pacing, still moaning, still not used to be fucked, but so eager to learn more. “I sure am, pretty Bobby, my genius little flower, but I want to get bigger, and you want Grandpa to get bigger too, right?” “Yes, sir, nothing else in the world would make me happier than making you bigger!” Then, Grandpa Buck picked the bottle I gave him and handled it to me, opening his huge hand to get a few more. “Then you get to pick how many pills should I take now, boy. I know you want me huge so I am happy with any number you pick.” I just grinned while I put the whole bottle all back in his paw. “I’ll make more when you run out of these.” I smiled and felt the cock growing even harder and thicker inside me. The massive older man smiled, those blue eyes seeming to pierce through my soul as I poured out the entire contents of the bottle, more than a hundred pills in his huge hand. "It seems like you finally understand." He chuckled, raising that hand and swallowing the entire collection of pills! He shuddered with delight as they began to work, going through a posing routine with you me attached to his cock, I could feel the cock stretching me wider, going deeper, Grandpa Burt was sweating as he grunted and kept pumping up bigger and bigger, feeling the pills start to kick into his overdrive muscle growth. His pecs surged out, his biceps expanded bigger than barrels; his legs grew thick as tree trunks. "Mmmm, I'm starting to get pretty big now, boy!" He boomed with laughter as he grew wider and wider, his body passing dozens of pounds every minute, his body hair growing thicker as his hair grew back in, he was taking testosterone to a whole new level! I was so lost in the amazing view of my grandpa, but then, something else was burning down my butt. The mega massive cock increased its girth but as it grew bigger it started pouring its contents inside me, and it suddenly felt like I was being flooded by the river of my grandpa's cum! His orgasm was like a dam, he just exploded inside me and his face became priceless as he enjoyed his growth increasing and pacing faster, his cock grew harder and huger as a new load formed and within seconds he came once again, feeling even huger, his muscles expanding and his body hair increasing its manliness. I could no longer understand what was happening, the growth cycles were now becoming a giant orgasm when Grandpa pressed his hips deeper into me and started fucking me like a maniac, I just screamed and felt my belly being flooded! The bench over which we were sitting began to creak from the strain of holding up such immense weight, the mighty ultra cock bucking in and out of my young man’s ass. But Grandpa Burt saw his grandson's guts were bulging out like I'd swallowed a watermelon. He grunted as he began to lift me from his immense cock, not wanting to hurt me with the unstoppable flow of cum from his expanding balls. He slipped off that shaft with an audible pop, and gallon of hot cum rushing from my ass even as grandpa sprayed his seed into the air, splattering against the ceiling, coating the both of them! Instead of fucking his boy ass with his cock, he forced me down onto one of his biceps and flexed as hard as he could, stretching that gaping anus even wider, fucking me with the power of his muscles as his cum began to fill up the basement, the elder man growing past half a ton in muscle and only wanting MORE! At some point I noticed that grandpa's orgasms never seemed to stop, he just came constantly with a growing fury of muscle, he just continued flexing and cumming, soaking the basement in over three feet of cum before his muscles and his monstrous cock finally seemed to stop growing so fast, which must have taken over 30 minutes of uncanny power! Eventually, I was so exhausted that Grandpa just held me in his glorious chest, his cock raining cum on top of both us as he just kissed me with increasing passion, my exhausted being was simply overwhelmed by such manliness scenario while Grandpa Burt just kept my hole warm by inserting his fingers and kissing my ears, telling me how much he loved me, and how much he wanted me to feel proud of his humongous size, I guess I must have dozed off in this lullaby. “Don’t worry, boy, I’ll be here and even bigger when you wake up, your monster muscle grandpa promises, you my little pretty Bobby.” I woke up at once, noticing that I was back on my room, I feared that everything had been a sweet wet dream, because my balls were really aching. But, I realized I haven't been alone in my room. There were huge wet footprints on my carpet, so I stood up and called for Grandpa with growing hope in my heart. "I'm here, boy." Came a deep, rumbling bass from the doorway to the bathroom. I looked over and came once again on the spot despite my allegedly empty balls, seeing the massive man squeezing through the doorway sideways, filling up one wall of the bedroom with his uncanny muscles, wider beyond belief, packed with such strength that he almost didn't look real! He had grown taller, standing 6'6", but he'd grown so wide that he was 11'3" across his shoulders, each of his pecs strong enough to lift a tank off the ground, his arms bigger than his waist at 142" around, his middle a sleek 10-pack of abs. His balls were so big they brushed the top of his feet, and his permanently-hard cock was long enough to brush against the underside of his chin, leaking pre constantly, so huge that it was almost impossible to believe it was on him! "Haha, is your grandpa a little too big for you, boy? You young kids don't know anything about POWER! Let me tell you something little man, I used that industrial scale on the basement and I found out I'm 8,510 pounds, but before the end of the day, I'll have reached five digits. There's nothing you can do to stop me, I have to keep growing STRONGER!” He boomed, flexing his biceps and showing off his hairy musky pits that still reeked of mega-male despite him just having showered! I was taken aback by the monstrosity of my glorious Grandfather, I wanted to scream of fear and of excitement. “ARGHHHHHH!!!!” I was about to totally freak out, but once again Grandpa Burt picked me in his glorious arms and held me so tight I was immobile. “It’s alright, Bobby…Don’t worry, you’re scared, but I’m in control. Now just take a deep breath and deal with the fact your Grandpa is the most amazing, strongest, and powerful motherfucker in the WORLD!” Grandpa kissed my lips over and over and made me feel calmer, until my nerves were actually back under my control, I didn't even remember I had orgasmed so many times, but noticing the splattering over grandpa's chest I realize his size was pretty much intense. "Whoa...grandpa, I'm sorry for freaking out like that, but, damn...you must admit this is so intense, you are a monster of real muscle, and I want to make you grow bigger too sir, it is the only thing I want to do in my life!" I confessed, blushing intensely, desperate to be under his good graces. The massive man just laughed, kissing you once again. "I would love that boy. You make me so proud; I'm able to be a new man because of you! But I don't want to stop here...hehe, I think you have created a monster, boy! I'm so eager to grow, I keep thinking I'll be satisfied at one size, and then I want to grow even bigger than that!" End of part 1 Part 2 I still couldn't believe that my grandpa, my hero former cop grandfather Burt turned into a monstrous muscle freak because of the formula I invented. Still, he spent the previous night proving me that he was all so real, and I must say that I wasn't expecting that he could be so intense. We had been fucking for so many hours that I have simply lost track time, as well as the sensibility of my boy hole, which had been used and abused by my glorious grandpa as it pleased him. After trashing his bedroom for – oh so many amazing hours – Grandpa squeezed into the tiny doorframe of his en suite bathroom and gently tried to insert his monumental mass into the huge bath tub, which he only partially have succeeded, so he had to hold me over the tub while most of his ginormous physique was still outside, which was just fine since he wasn’t interested in soaking his glorious monstrosity in the water just yet, he just wanted to check how much of his cum actually fit inside me. Grandpa actually seemed very interested in how much of him could actually fit in my tiny body, after all his cock had to be at least 15 inches long and so damn thick that it was a real miracle that he didn’t split me in half with that monster. Still, he took great deals of pleasure by sticking his fingers and the giant muscle cock of his into me like I was just his boy toy, and I loved the way it made me feel so tiny and pleasing for the glorious geezer. "Oh grandpa..." I moaned as he retrieved his giant member and watched the uncanny amount of his cum going down the drain as he held me over the bath tub. The massive muscle monster held me, his only grandson tightly as he turned the water on, squeezing my little frame against his incredible mass as the shower washed over our bodies. I’ve never felt so small and so precious at the same time, I was just a little puny bug compared to my humongous, massive grandpa, who seemed to be growing constantly! He was so horny and insatiable, putting much younger porn stars to shame, and he was hung like an elephant! "Mmm, damn boy, your ass tastes amazing, I could eat it for days!" I giggled. "Well daddy, no one doubts you could do that, I just never thought you would keep going and going, and going. Geesh, you have fucked me so many times already, your bedroom is a freaking sea of sweaty muscle cum." I blushed as the ginormous freak gently washed my boy butt, massaging the soft areas with his huge fingers and just making sure that I could still house the immense cockhead on him. "Did you get soft any moment ever since you grew grandpa? I mean, not that I am complaining it is, well to realize you are THAT manly, makes me feel weak, after all I am only 19 and my cock already is aching just to even think you are using me like that, I'm totally spend and I'm just a teenager, I should keep up with your horniness right?" The huge man laughed, rubbing the base of his massive, hard cock. "Actually I think it's just getting harder! All that testosterone surging through me is keeping me so turned on, my nipples are hard as diamonds, my cockhead is so sensitive. Even just talking about it making me hornier than ever!" Although I didn't mean to feel uncomfortable, it was just something that I hadn't anticipated. "Grandpa, you are so much more than I could ever take, I mean...you have fucked me until I passed out at least 4 times and you've kept going on, you are so much more than I could ever try to encompass. Oh grandpa, you need so much more for your pleasure right? Oh I'm so stupid, so selfish; I have been thinking on just me when it's you who need so much more. Grandpa you are still so very horny, we have to find you release right? You want to keep fucking and showing your amazing muscles, oh how could I be so selfish?" I gently whispered in his ears. "Please, Grandpa tell me that you want to have more little guys to fuck, I feel kinky just to imagine that I am not even close from pleasing your needs! It makes me feel proud of your humongous size and manliness, I will gladly help you to get all the release you need Grandpa Burt!” The massive older man blushed, but he couldn't deny his manly urges. "It's true, boy. I’m sorry, your cherry is so nice and tight but you're not enough for me. You're not NEARLY enough for me. I need more little boys like you that I can wear out, that I can fuck until they pass out, and they won't be able to satisfy me either! I'm too much man for anyone; you are just too weak to handle all of me." That moment was so intensely powerful, I didn't expect to cum while Grandpa held me like that, but it was just the purest form of flattering. Grandpa Burt smiled as he kissed my forehead, his hard cock ached for more action and I had to provide it. "You know, sir, we must have to find new ways to release you, we already know you can fuck for hours, but how about working out? You seem to enjoy all that work out, do you feel like it could help you with your enormous problem? I mean we can try to find you some really huge and heavy equipment to give you some challenge." Grandpa Burt grinned, pondering what exactly could challenge him, but he remembered there was a scrap yard not too far from here. Old rusted out cars and other junk would be perfect for him. "Mmm, I suppose I should try and work out while I still can, before I grow even larger from more pills." He chuckled, toweling off his naked body as he held me like the precious boy I was to his glorious monstrousness. "I don't even think we have any clothes that would fit me, and who would dare to tell me I couldn't walk around naked? “Oh, yeah, that would be a slight problem…” The first problem we noticed right away was the uncanny width of Grandpa’s new muscle. We just stood there measuring him for any kind of possible clothing, but it soon proved impossible. "We can try to cover your crotch with some kind stretch fabric, in some poser trunk version but a million times bigger!" I chuckled as we tried to wrap sheets around his waist, which still seemed small enough compared to his monstrous chest, shoulders, legs and especially the super mighty cock. "Please grandpa...can't you take it under three yards? It would make things easier; we still need to figure a way to get you out of the house without destroying the frontal walls. "Hmph, who says we need to save the walls? If a building isn't big enough for me, I have the right to destroy it. In fact, I've wanted to remodel this old house for a long time!" He chuckled, tossing his makeshift toga aside as he strode through the hallway, his immense body shaking the floor with every booming step. "It all feels like a dollhouse to me." He smirked, looking around before staring back at me, those icy blue eyes piercing through my soul like warm knife through butter. "So where did you hide the rest of the bottles, son? Be honest, you know you can't lie to me." He was shocked, he'd never even told his grandpa he intended on doing more than one bottle, but Burt's police intuition was razor-sharp! "Oh, Grandpa, I didn't hide anything, I just need to make new batches, I thought that bottle would last for a month, but that's okay. I'll make an even more powerful batch tomorrow, I mean I could go right now back ChemTech but I thought you would like me to...enjoy your new size. I mean there's so much I would like to investigate, your monstrous new size, and your amazing height growth, I didn't plan on that in the original formula, not to mention that you are twice wider than you are tall, which means your muscular proportions are out of this world, I just want to explore your current amazingness before I make you bigger, please sir..." I asked him with my own big puppy eyes. Burt smiled and looked down at his grandson over his massive pecs. "You want to enjoy my body, boy?...I don't think you're capable of understanding just how powerful I am. Try to imagine how much I can curl with these biceps..." He raised his arms to flex, grinning confidently as the twin peaks of muscle rose up above his fists, above his head, huger than ever! "Nope, I am even stronger than you imagine, I could lift the whole house up with these arms! And my pecs are so huge and strong, feel how hairy they are, boy. I'm getting furry like a bear, and as my testosterone increases I'll just get even muskier, too. Soon I'll be able to make you cum just from letting out my man-stink." "I...don't doubt it, Grandpa, but I think we can find a way to challenge your glorious body. We could go to that demolition site near the docks that you’ve mentioned . They have all kinds of huge old things that you could lift, it would be a great camp study of your monstrous muscles, besides, if we find something that challenges you I can think on ways to increase your muscular density, to make you pack MORE muscle into your body allowing you to get even stronger with hyper dense muscle fibers. You see, sir, I want you to become even more monstrous but in ways that you will have lots of fun!" I watched as my immense Grandfather seemed even more pumped up with the idea of getting of the house, showing his immense body to the world, at least that would give me some time to think on new improvements to the formula, because I know he would get back to that issue, I knew that Grandpa Burt would never let go of the idea of getting more pills. "Let me get the door for you, Grandpa..." I offered to open the door, but then I felt his humongous hand pushing me aside so very gently. The enormous older man just had an evil grin in his manly face, and I just gulped in excitement as Grandpa decided it was time to leave his house for a "walk in the park" with me. He strode toward the front door, despite the fact that he was three times wider than the doorframe. He had no intention of opening it, he just clenched his fists and ducked his head as he barreled right through it, crashing through the wall and taking out an entire side of the house, just laughing as his immense body crashed through! He dusted himself off, his hairy body not even scratched from the incredible sight, looking back at his grandson. "Well, aren't you coming, along boy?" It took me a few moments to realize the behemoth was actually talking to my little person, so I dusted myself from all the destruction and ran to his side, right away the monumental geezer picked me in his arms. "Grandpa, I can walk by myself you know?" It was then I realized that things really have changed between us. The way he carried me in his monumental manly massive chest indicated that I wasn't supposed to do anything unless thinking on ways to make him grow more muscular, and even if I wasn't smart enough to conclude that, Grandpa Burt had all reason to voice it out to me. "You will never walk anywhere on your own unless I tell you to, do you understand boy? Your only job now is to be a beautiful butt for me to fuck, and a brain to come up with ways to make me even bigger. I will carry you everywhere, you will be with me all the time, even when you pass out from my fucking you I will not stop, I will always carry you my precious little grandson. But things still need to get done around the house, so I'm going to go show those weak little construction workers who a real man is." Burt chuckled, his aged face wearing a smile that was a bit patronizing, but I could see the manly love in his expression, he was digging to have me all for his pleasure, and I guess I couldn’t complain much either. I realized it was not the time to question the prudence neither the practicality of my Grandfather's decisions, so I just played along, enjoying the way in which his glorious muscles waddled. He just covered the distance with his immense physique much faster than I anticipated; we approached the demolition site where they would put down the old industrial plant to build something new. There were a few big sturdy workers hanging by the door, and Grandpa Burt just walked to them. The glorious muscle geezer chuckled as the 6'2" tall 240 pounds muscle guy just gasped at the size of my humongous grandfather. He dropped his cup of coffee and could barely mutter a word. The other guy, a 6'3" 260 pounds dark skinned man just looked up at Grandpa and gagged. "Daaaamn!" I guess Grandpa felt happy with their behavior because his hard cock just produced a humongous dollop of precum that he shoot over 20 feet in air before landing loudly between the two shocked little construction guards. "Hmph, they let you two little weaklings stand out front? Are you sure you're old enough to work at this job, you look like a pair of little BOYS to me!" The massive, monstrous muscle geezer stomped towards the workers, fire burning in his eyes as he stared down at them, his colossal hairy chest heaving with every breath he took. "You call those toothpicks muscles? I can barely see you! You look like you're wasting away you tiny little weaklings; take a look at REAL mass." He chuckled and puffed out his immense chest, flexing his arms, bouncing his grandson atop one of his massive biceps. The poor little guys couldn't fathom the immensity of Grandpa’s 600 plus inches monstrous chest inflating to all its glory, when he hit the combination of side chest and the partial biceps display, the little guys were actually screaming and trying to tell him that his entrance was not allowed. “YOU CAN’T COME IN! This is private property!” One of them shouted, finally gathering strength to face the silver haired behemoth who carried me inside. “That was a bad move!” I thought as I gulped, because Grandpa’s mega dose of testosterone flared his temper so much that he just hit a most muscular pose that produced an aftershock wave, sending the poor little guys against the gate. Now Grandpa was pissed enough to teach them a lesson for their stupidity. He strode right past the two defeated guards, reaching back with one massive fist and punching through the solid iron gate, hitting it with a single punch so hard that it went flying off its hinges, looking like someone had driven a bus into it! "A little lesson for your puny weaklings, I go wherever I want. If you think anything can stop me, think again." He chuckled, stomping deeper into the site. The place was crowded with workers and heavy duty machinery, but Grandpa Burt just strode heroically deeper into the site, watched by the shocked muscle guys. As I stood sat over his monumental shoulders, he caressed the humongous cock, dropping a huge lead of precum behind his super massive body. All of a sudden, there was this group of 5 “big” guys, the smallest of them standing at least 6'3" and 300 pounds came running down towards us, they were carrying sledgehammers and pickaxes, and the looks on their faces were not friendly at all. "GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE YOU FREAK!" The leader was a 6'4" 330 pounds blond guy wearing a safety vest and holding the tools in a very threatening way, or at least in a manner I used to think was threatening but when Grandpa Burt just rolled his eyes, I knew they were in for a treat. The massive old man chuckled and stood before the tiny men, looking down at them. "Hmph, I will make you little bugs a deal, you hit me as hard as you can, and I'll try to notice it." He laughed, holding me up and planting a hungry on my boyish lips. "This is my grandson, Bobby...and he's going to make me even bigger, you little wimps will be even weaker compared to me!" It was really hard for me to follow their actions, because when Grandpa spoke to me, all I could only hear his manly deep voice. When he kissed me, everything seemed to turn into a blur, but this time he actually made strategic pauses, which allowed me to see the guys hitting his glorious physique with all their puny strength. The sledgehammers shattered against the hardness of his abdominal muscles, the pickaxes smashed as they hit his monumental muscles. Over and over the dangerous tools tried to harm him in vain and by the end they were all destroyed, unable to even scratch my Grandfather's manly muscles as he made out. The little skinny guys couldn't believe such powerful sight, they just stepped back as Grandpa Burt looked at their destroyed weapons. Then, he gently placed me back on the ground and grabbed the five guys in one side of his mega monstrous bear hug in a second, and just at the very next moment he was caressing my chin with his free hand. Meanwhile, Grandpa Burt continued to crush the group of men against his massive chest, forcing them to breathe the musk from his armpit, the men coughing and choking on the intense taste of man. "Hah, are you little bugs finally done? I didn't feel any of that; you guys are even weaker than I thought! Now, it's my turn...and you little boys need to learn who your master is." “YOU LITTLE FUCKERS ARE TOO WEAK! I GUESS I’LL HAVE TO DO YOUR JOB FOR YOU, LITTLE BOYS!” Grandpa tossed the five muscular men away and just shouted at rest of the crew that he was really disappointed at them, for being so weak and puny. I watched in awe as my gallant mega geezer grandfather stepped closer to a bunch of 30 feet tall columns these little guys were demolishing. The first one went down with nothing but a single punch fired by the humongous hand that I loved so much. The power was so intense that it simply pulverized the concrete thing into shreds! I moaned in my pants and Grandpa chuckled, holding his gigantic biceps for my worship, and it was only then I noticed the rest of the guys he had defeated were also very hard. “HEH, You were taking too long to do something so simple!” Grandpa Burt shrugged . Grandpa chuckled as he walked towards the next column, and this time he just pushed his massive cock into the concrete surface, easily piercing through the thing, and started fucking the pillar like it wasn’t real. But my eyes could see that it was actually made of iron bars and solid concrete, and the impossible fucking continued until he uprooted the column from the soil! “What do you say, Bobby? Is it fun already for you? Or did you really expect these guys and their silly job would keep me from the thing I really deserve?” I gulped as my eyes devised the glorious view of my Grandpa attached to a giant concrete column by his mega monstrous cock; it actually made him laugh as he walked towards me with the giant concrete thing impaled to his mega manhood! The giant muscle grandpa gently hoisted me up, holding my tiny body so easily with one hand, able to crush me like a giant if he wanted to! The look in his eyes was one of anger, it made my body tremble with fear. "Bobby, why haven't I grown any bigger yet, boy? You had better have lots of plans to make me even larger; I hope you don't think I'll be content with this puny size!” "Oh...Grandpa, I am so sorry, I mean, I don't have anything to make you huge now...It's just...I can try..." I was so shocked, my cock was aching hard as he lifted me so effortlessly of the ground, I knew he could crush me like a grape, but yet, my massive grandfather was not pleased, he needed to get bigger. “I’m listening, little boy? You don’t want me to get disappointed at you right?” His tone was serious, so I needed to come up with something, anything to make him bigger. It was then that I noticed these other guys were all boned up and jacking to the sight of my glorious Grandfather Burt. "You know, Grandpa, this might be just a shot in the dark, but your pills are basically pure testosterone composts and these guys are all jacked up on steroids and similar components, maybe if you had their juices you could start another growth cycle..." I still didn't know if I was right, but I REALLY wanted to be right and have my grandfather grow bigger until I get the next batch of his pills. As soon as he heard that, the massive older man tore the clothes off the construction workers and crouched down, hiking his hairy ass up in the air. Grandpa Burt ordered one to fuck his hole, and grabbed another to start sucking him off while the remaining guys were squeezed against his immense body and forced to rub their cocks against his massive hairy muscles, he'd get their juices one way or another! I guess I didn't expect my grandpa to be in such need to grow and it made my heart sink inside my skinny chest, but suddenly, as those little guys were moaning and dumping their loads into the glorious body of my Grandpa Burt he was laughing again, his deep voice grunted and I noticed the same kind of bulging movements on his physique before he started growing. "Grandpa, it is happening!" I just gasped as his glorious physique bulged, the hairy monster sized muscles bucking and growing thicker, hairier, manlier. One by one he was getting the juices of the tiny guys inside his organism and he was hungry for more size and strength!" “Mmmff, come on you little men, I know you have more to give!" He laughed, sucking harder, forcing the guys against his muscles, even clenching his ass so the one fucking him couldn't escape! He was like a black hole for cum, he needed grow bigger and BIGGER! At first, I thought his growth wouldn't take off like the previous times, but just then my Grandfather didn't disappoint me, it was like his muscles started growing bigger for the first time all over again, his mind was so determined to milk every ounce of muscle growth cum from those hard workers that soon he was going through the growth spurts and bulging everywhere. “That’s it little fuckers! Give DADDY your muscle juice! Let’s make a bigger, manlier Burt!” I gasped as those guys dumped their loads down my grandpa's butt and mouth and he continued to grow, feeling so excited and marveled with another round of intense muscle growth. I watched as the guys just continued running towards him, suddenly I realized that there were at least 200 men in that place and they were all hard, sweaty, muscular hungry men all horny for my mega massive grandfather, and they covered his glorious muscular monstrosity. Then, at the bottom of the pile of sweaty huge muscle men, I felt the earth shaking; there was a loud noise and a deep guttural tone that made my heart skip a beat. I realized the little guys were all cumming over each other, feeling overwhelmed by the monster resurging underneath their worshipping figures. “DAMN, BOBBY, You didn’t tell me these little guys were so juicy!” He said as the muscles grew bigger and even more marvelously humongous, the guys were holding to the glorious expanding behemoth of my grandfather, and his transformation took new heights and standards. The pile of worn out little men grabbed onto the sides of my Grandfather’s giant muscle bellies, on each pectoral he should have over 30 little guys, while on his arms he easily supported at least 15 dudes, his monumental legs were thick enough for other 20 guys, while his butt could support at least 25 of them. It was such a monumental view, there was something so monstrously powerful that my young mind still couldn’t fully encompass. At the bottom of such enormous pile, emerged my glorious Grandfather Burt, bigger and hairier than ever, but so outrageously muscular that although he stood at the height of 7’3” tall, his body had to be over 30 freaking feet wide! “FUCK BOBBY…These guys are all dry already!” The booming voice of my grandfather made me cum intensely over and over, he just towered over me, his glorious cock was over 2 feet and a half long, and so freaking thick that I just shook in fear. “That’s a good thing we have lots of equipment here! Come on you little fuckers, help me weigh this glorious monster body of mine!” The hulking grotesqueness of my beloved super manly grandpa said as he waddled. His biceps were so huge they peaked over ten feet above his head, and his chest stood at least 15 feet from his glorious body. His balls were giant sized cum producers. I needed to take my time while the construction workers weighed my glorious Grandfather. He just held me in his grotesque arms and grunted. “Damn boy, I now weigh 35,087 pounds of humongous hairy muscle, and you only made me hungry for more. I hope you don’t get any excuses to make your master more muscle pills right?” I just shook my head as the mountainous man flexed for me, engulfing all my view in muscle, squeezing me in the cleavages of his behemoth standards. I knew right there, Grandpa Burt loved me, and he wanted me to make him grow, this was the only thing that I needed to do in my life now. End of Part 2
  25. Hi There All! Here is the second chapter of my ongoing sci-fi series. This chapter has a little bit more "action" in it if you know what I mean. Feedback is appreciated. If you'd like to find out more on the series, hop on over to my Patreon page. patreon.com/rekoobaz Enjoy! The Intergalactic Adventures of Eero Chapter 2 - Suiting Up patreon.com/rekoobaz Location: “Venditio", T-1e, Trappist system, 1st Quadrant, Milky Way Galaxy Year: AD 2135 “Ugh!” Eero groaned, splashing some water over his face. Eero had awoken a few hours later feeling worse than death, everyone had told him his first jump using FTL drive would be unpleasant, he just hadn't realised how unpleasant. It felt like the worst hangover of his life. The Distance of the jump, more than three hundred light years in fact, didn't help matters either, he really should've tried a shorter distance to get himself used to faster-than-light travel. But Eero wasn't one for baby steps and as he saw it he had a busy schedule to keep up. Eero stepped into the compact shower room on the Musculus, letting the cool water run over his body, hoping it would make him feel better, cleaning every nook and cranny much more thoroughly than the day before, before drying himself and grinning at his reflection in the mirror. “Time to get some new gear!” Eero Cheered Eero had arrived in the Trappist-1 system, a mere 39 light years from earth. As he entered the orbit of T-1e, Eero was simply overwhelmed by the shear volume of other ships orbiting the planet. It was already a dizzying hive of activity and he hadn't even set foot on the surface yet! Eero fought the urge to make a “not in Kansas anymore” joke as he set the Musculus’ navigation to the spaceport in the city of Venditio, the home of a massive Galleria supposedly able to “cater to every whim,” or so it was claimed when Eero was reading up on it. As Eero docked at the spaceport without too much hassle, aside for having to wait for a berth. He took in the enormity of his surroundings. T-1e's spaceport was easily 10 times the size of the one back home. Completely undercover, with a seemingly endless network of huge promenades, passageways, and catwalks leading out to the docked ships. Had it not been clearly marked with directions Eero would've been lost before even setting off. Stepping outside into the sunlight for the first time, Eero quickly slipped his sunglasses on in shock. The sunlight, brighter, whiter than the sunlight of the small red dwarf back home, assaulted his eyes. “Maybe I'll get a nice tan from it though,” Eero Reasoned. On his way to the galleria, Eero took in the sights, sounds, smells and people all around him. Large holographic billboards, the collective roar from the crowds shuffling from place to place, the pleasant and sometimes not so pleasant aromas from food stalls nearby. So many different faces passing him in a constant blur. It was something new to him, but he noticed many people had genetically altered themselves in some way whether in the pursuit of beauty or perhaps some other reason. Back home he'd only ever seen a few people like that. Now they were passing thick and fast. Eero stepped into the massive galleria feeling the cooling air, a nice reprieve from the sweaty crowds outside. Taking off his sunglasses and pulling out his Slate from the back pocket of his coveralls, Eero pulled up the information about the store he was looking for, it was listed under "Antique" store, whatever that was. Run by a guy called “Samus,” Eero read on his Slate. “Right, Now where are you?” Eero looked around, realising he could be there a while. ————————————————————————————————- # ——————————————————————————————————— Some two hours later, sweaty and exhausted, Eero finally stumbled across the store in question, Tucked away at the far end of the Galleria. Eero pulled himself together, unbuttoning a few buttons on the front of his coveralls to cool himself down, completely shirtless underneath, Eero let out a sigh of relief and entered the small store, “Samus' Militaria.” Before him lay a huge range of wares, many of them not of interest to him, but he was drawn to a rack full of old flight jackets, black, tan, lined with shearling, the lot. Just like the ones in his great granddads stories. He could do without the musty smell offending his nostrils, but they were still interesting. As Eero was transfixed by the garments in front of him, the shopkeeper emerged from the back. “Holy Shit! You're huge!” The guy exclaimed. Eero spun around, surprised by the man’s sudden outburst. “Whoa sorry 'bout that man” the guy said Eero took in the man before him, dressed in sweats, he looked young, certainly no older than Eero “Are you . . . Samus?” Eero Questioned “Me? Haha, no way! Samus is my Uncle. I just help out in the store from time to time,” the guy explained. “Im Ace,” the guy continued. “Eero” introduced himself. Eero went back to looking at the garments. As Eero browsed, Ace secretly stole glances at him, taking in what he could see from underneath the tight coveralls. “Man this guy is hot!” Ace thought to himself. Eero was looking at all he jackets and despite the variety, they all had one thing common, an eye watering price. As Eero turned, Ace got another peek of the bulging pecs Eero had poking out from his coveralls. “Ummm,” Eero said walking over to the desk where Ace sat. “I don't suppose you have anything like this a bit cheaper?” Eero asked, holding one of the jackets in is hand. “Don't think so, why? Wanting to do a re-enactment on a budget or something?” Ace questioned “Re-enactment?” Eero repeated sounding confused. “Yeah, or are you tryna do a cosplay or something?” “Cos . . . play?” Eero repeated again. “Well, yeah. The only people that buy those are history junkies or some cosplayer tryna do some period character.” Ace explained. “You're not wanting to actually USE it are you?” “Well, sorta, yeah.” The young shop assistant laughed. “Dude, these are so not suitable for that. Especially if you're travelling interplanetary. Most of this stuff is antique, ancient, thats why it's so expensive.” “Oh. I see.” “Yep, Sorry about that dude,” Ace apologised. “Well, Um, Thanks anyway.” Eero said, dejected. “Damn!” Eero though to himself, stumped by something as simple as clothes shopping. Maybe his mother was right. Perhaps he wasn't cut out for travelling the big, bad galaxy. As Eero turned to leave, Ace stole another quick look at Eero's Pecs, and trailed his eyes down seeing all the way to the bottom of Eeros’ Abdomen before his coveralls closed up to hide what lay beneath. Ace was so enamoured by this muscly figure standing in his uncles shop, he took a chance. “Wait!” Ace yelled “I . . . um, I've got a friend who works in a clothing store on the other side of the galleria. They might have something you'd be interested in.” “Really?!” Eero turned, excited. “Yeah, I'll be closing up in about half an hour, I could take you over there if you like.” “That'd be awesome!” Not so stupid after all Eero thought to himself. As they waited for the time to pass Eero told Ace about his plans, how he competed, how he had left his home planet in search of adventure and Ace listened intently, no other customers around to interrupt their conversation. Ace told Eero about himself as well. Turns out Ace was in fact younger than Eero at 19, and was into bodybuilding himself, but as more of a spectator. Not to say Ace wasn't fit, he was a very respectable 190lbs of ripped muscle on a 5'ft 9in frame. As Eero talked, Ace had pulled out his Slate and was messaging his friend that they were soon off to meet. Ace grinned wickedly each time a response came through from the mystery friend. “Wonder what thats all about,” Eero thought to himself as he continued to talk. ————————————————————————————————- # ——————————————————————————————————— “Here we go!” Ace said excitedly. “My buddy Benz closed the store a little bit earlier to help get you what you need.” Ace tapped on the glass and waited. “Gee, that was nice of him!” Eero looked at the name of the store, "Magna Rimor" the sign said. On the glass there was also holographic writing with the text “Interplanetary wear for the BOLD”. Eventually a figure emerged from the back of the store, opening the entry for Eero and Ace and closing it behind them, being sure to put the “Closed” hologram on and switching the glass of the shopfront to opaque so they could have some privacy. “Damn, I can see what you mean! This guy is packed with muscle!” Exclaimed Benz, the shopkeeper, who wasn't too bad himself at 26 with about 210lbs, but lacking in good definition. “Told ya Benz.” “Heh, thanks,” Eero said somewhat awkwardly but still pleased at the admiration of his hard earned mass. Eero took in the sight of the man before him, trying not to stare has he took in the man’s outfit. A tan full length fur coat with knee high black boots and from what Eero could make out a very tight pair of ripped black short shorts. “Must be some sort of ‘look’ I'm not familiar with,” Eero thought. “Ace said you were in need of a new outfit, and he's right man, can't have you going around in those coveralls, you gotta show off the goods!” Benz declared, taking Eero by shoulder and leading him to the changing area. Eero was led into a well illuminated round room with changing rooms on one side and a large mirror on the other, it sort of reminded Eero of the posing room at his gym back home. Benz, standing behind Eero leaned over his shoulder, “Why don't you loose the coveralls, let me see what I'm working with.” Ace Grinned. “O-okay” Eero replied, a little weirded out. Sure he'd been on stage in nothing but his posers before but this was a different setting. Eero pulled his bulging arms out of the sleeves and pulled the top half of the coveralls down to his waist before tying the arms around, not wanting to show himself off so indecently. Eero saw Benz smirking behind him in the reflection of the mirror. Ace taking a seat off to the side. “Ace here said you were looking at those mouldy old things in his uncles shop, I've got something better,” said Benz, almost whispering into Eeros’ ear. Benz disappeared for a second and returned with the coolest jacket Eero had ever seen. It was just like the ones he'd seen in his great grandfathers old comics. An amazing shearling bomber jacket with white shearling tufting out of the cuffs, waist and collar. The outside was a silver metallic effect leather with belt like fasteners around the waist and cuffs. The garment appeared to glow in the light. “Wow! That's exactly what is was after!” Eero exclaimed “It's specially designed with interplanetary travel in mind, it even has a built in heating element for even the coldest environments, you wouldn't have to wear anything underneath!” Benz said winking. Eero took the jacket in hands before putting his arms through the sleeves, just verging on snug. His bulbous pecs spilling out the front. “Hmm, you sure it's the right size?” “It's the largest we have,” Benz lied wickedly. “But theres just one thing I need to fix,” Benz said, stepping behind Eero and quickly yanking Eeros coveralls all the way down to his feet. “H-hey!” Eero Protested, standing there now in nothing but the jacket, his jockstrap and his shoes caught up in his tangled coveralls. Ace laughed at the spectacle, knowing where it was going. “Much better, jockstrap fan are we?” Benz questioned. “I think I know just how to finish this outfit off then.” Knowing he was already pushing his luck with Eeros’ nudity, Benz ushered Eero into one of the changing rooms, but not before discarding the coveralls and shoes Eero had kicked off. Eero waited in the jacket and his jockstrap until Benz slid a huge shoe box under the door, “They'll match the jacket perfectly.” Inside was a pair of thigh high boots matched perfectly to the jacket he was wearing, silver metallic leather on the outside with shearling trim along the leg opening. Eero had to admit to himself they looked good, but were they even mens? They had an air of slutty-ness to them he thought. Regardless he slid them on not wanting to be rude, they fit snugly and Eero liked how they felt giving his quads and calf muscles a slight squeeze. “Mmm, these are pretty nice” he thought to himself “But I can’t really wear just these!” he shouted from inside the changing room. “Right you are!” Came Benz’s voice from the other side of the door as a small package was slid underneath. Eero opened the package and his heart stopped at what he saw inside. A tiny, white, stretchy, THONG! “Was he mad!?” Eero thought to himself “Hey, I can't wear this!” “Sure you can, Ace said you're a bodybuilder, you should be used to this kinda stuff.” Benz called from outside. Eero reluctantly dropped his jockstrap and pulled the tight little piece of fabric awkwardly over the new boots and stretched it over his thighs. The thong sat snugly over his privates with the string along the back nestling between his glutes. Eero made a pained expression as he hesitated, and then turned to face himself in the mirror. But what he saw stunned him. The whole ensemble, the jacket, the boots and the ludicrously tiny thong thrilled Eero in the most unfamiliar way. He took in his reflection, seeing his bulging pecs spilling out from the jacket, the boots managed to capture every contour of his thickly muscled legs, and the way the thong sat on his hips accentuating his tightly packed slender waist. It all came together perfectly. He almost couldn't describe it, the way he looked, it made him think of himself in a way he never had before, sexy. “Yes, thats it” Eero thought, “I look fucking sexy!” Eeros self admiration was cut short by and knocking on the door. “C'mon, we wanna see!” Ace yelled. “C'mon, C'mon, C’mon,” the two of them starting chanting, “C'mon, C'mon, C'mon, C'mon, C’mon” getting louder and faster. Eero, suddenly not feeling quite so confident as he did moments ago hesitated, then took a deep breath and slowly opened the changing room door. The two guys had stopped chanting as the door opened and Eero slowly revealed himself. A collective gasp filled the room, the two men suddenly hit with a wave of arousal seeing the bodybuilder in his new revealing clothing. Eero, slightly sauntered out of the changing room, still not used to the new boots. “Ooh,” Ace moaned, “thats fucking hot!” no longer bothering to hold himself back. “Agreed!” Laughed Benz. “I-I don't think I can wear this out in public you guys, i’ll get arrested!” Eero protested. The two men laughed, “Maybe in the backwater you grew up in!” Ace teased. “But in more established space things are a little more relaxed.” “Anyway, it looks perfect on you!” Benz declared, standing behind Eero again. “Besides,” Benz pulled in close behind Eero, definitely whispering this time, “It’d more of a crime not to show off this magnificent body”. Benz slowly moved his hands down from Eeros shoulders along his back, over his flared lats before slowly reaching around and groping Eeros pecs. Eero flinched at the cold touch of Benz hands, “N-No.” Eero Breathed “Whats wrong? I thought you'd like someone admiring your muscles? Or do you only allow it when they're a paid spectator and you’re flexing on stage?” Benz joked, Pulling one of Eeros’ puffy nipples between his fingers causing Eero to breathe in sharply. Benz then pulled his arms around Eeros, locking him in a Nelson hold. “Go on Ace, cop a feel of these beauties.” Ace stood in front of Eero and began massage the large pecs, running a finger between the two mounds, pinching the nipples. Causing Eero to moan. “St-Stooop, Please” Begged Eero, “Don't be silly” Benz replied, "I think you're enjoying yourself.” Eero was awash with feelings that he'd never felt before, welling up from the very core of his being, this combined with the assault on his body was leaving him feeling very confused. And strangely aroused. Ace moved lower, first tracing the underside of Eeros pecs before running his hands down the tightly packed abs on Eeros midsection, causing Eero to writhe and stretch. Eeros’ resistance began to falter. Benz noticed and loosened his grip, moving one of his hand down to feel one of Eeros firm glutes, large and firm with just enough give. Eero couldn't deny he could feel himself becoming quickly erect. Ace knelt and began to feel the quads beneath Eeros’ new boots, before his hand joined Benz’s on the other cheek, Pressing hard just Benz gave the other cheek and firm smack. “Unhh!” Eero let out again, starting to loose himself. Ace pulled on one of the sides of Eeros thong before letting it snap back into position, causing Eero to flinch once again. Ace then decided to go in for the kill leaning in close around Eeros navel and began to drag his tongue downwards. Eero was panicking, perspiration beginning to form on his brow, his faced scrunched up in anguish, a semi in his new thong. Benz too had joined in on the tonguing, giving Eeros' left ear the ride of its life, just as Ace moved lower and slowly began licking on the base of Eeros’ . . . “NO!” Eero shouted, breaking away from the two men and his arousal. “Please, No more.” Ace and Benz looked at Eero, who was clearly shaken. “All right, All right, we've had our fun Ace. Lets give him a minute to cool down.” Eero leaned against a wall trying to relax, breathing heavily. “Looks like another satisfied customer hey Benz” Ace joked. “Nah not quite, he’s just flustered now” Benz replied grinning. A few minutes later after Eero had “cooled down” and got his composure back, he asked “Now, um, about payment I guess,” looking down at this new outfit. “Oh no, you EARNED it!” Benz replied Eero just blinked “Definitely,” Ace agreed, “just be sure to come back soon!” he winked. And without so much as a goodbye they shoved Eero out of the store and back into the crowds of people bustling through the Galleria. Eero was instantly embarrassed, slipping his sunglasses back on before even getting outside. Hurrying straight back to the refuge of his ship the Musculus. ————————————————————————————————- # ——————————————————————————————————— Finally back on the musculus Eero headed straight for his cabin and just collapsed on his bed, trying to make sense of the events that had just transpired. Eero was filled with mixed emotions as he stared at the ceiling, thinking back to the feelings he had encountered whilst in the changing room. Sure he'd always admired the hard work he had put in to his physique but this was different, Bolder, and Cocky. Then seeing himself in that outfit, there was that strange feeling of sexiness he felt. “What the hell did they do to me?” Eero thought, his emotions out of control. The way they had groped his muscles and almost groped other “things” filled with and almost primal arousal for the briefest moment. Not even his girlfriend had ever touched him like that. And he couldn't deny it, that deep within, there was a part of him that had enjoyed it. “But, does that make me . . .? No, of course not, I've got a girlfriend!” Eero reasoned. “Besides I wasn’t doing anything, it was all them,” trying to justify everything that had happened. “And then there’s this ridiculous outfit!” Eero said aloud, getting up and looking at himself in the mirror. But despite how frustrated and confused he was from the days events Eero couldn't deny that when he saw himself in the mirror he was impressed. His new Bomber jacket, Boots, and tiny thong were a seemingly absurd ensemble but they showed of his body so well! And now that he thought of it, no one that passed him in the Galleria had even batted an eyelid on his the way back to the spaceport. "Maybe they were telling the truth, maybe it isn't THAT outrageous,” Eero hoped. Truth is, it was a little bit. “I guess I have to wear it, I got it for free [more or less], It'd be rude not to.” Eero took in his reflection one last time, giving a timed flex before heading back to his bed, exhausted. “Here's hoping tomorrow won’t be so bizarre.” ————————————————————————————————- # ——————————————————————————————————— End of Chapter #2 © Rekoobaz Hope You enjoyed the story so far. The Intergalactic Adventures of Eero will be an ongoing series on Patreon. Chapters 1 and 2 are free to view to give you a taste of the work to come. I'll be starting out with two chapters every month with more exciting content to come in the future. If you're interested you find out more at patreon.com/rekoobaz By pledging just $1.00 per month you'll be able to enjoy further chapters Thanks and again, feedback is appreciated!
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