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  1. Here is a new story from a friend featuring one of my favorite subjects. Big muscle daddies . I'd been talking about a story like this with my friend and they decided to write a story on it. Just to be clear, this is not an incest story. And it follows in a similar genre as my Elongro and Performance Incentive stories. So there may be elements of domination, humiliation, cucking, etc. Again, just to be clear, I did not write this, but was given permission by the author to share it here. Enjoy! +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Chapter 1 - Dr. Tait Holden, MD, Ph.D. sat in his office at 345 Park Avenue Manhattan dictating another report. It had been an exhausting few months. Since he attended the college football championship game in January there had only been a few days that he had been home. Travel all over the nation, living in hotel after hotel after hotel. Dozens upon dozens of days long interviews with clients. Just as many or more consultant meetings and video conferences each week. Having to attend gladhand receptions and dinners with the more hands-on owners when he would much rather have been home. But the end of the yearly ritual was within sight. It was now early May. He was back in his Manhattan loft full time, and, at last, the busiest part of his work year was almost over. That was not to say Tait actually liked New York City. It was just a necessary evil. At least the Spring weather was nice here. He just had too much Nebraska in him to ever feel comfortable in a two bedroom - two bath top floor loft in Chelsea that he bought strictly for its vaulted ceilings or in a suit in the corporate offices. In fact, he often mused about the size of the mansion he could have bought back in Omaha for what he spent on 1200 square feet here. But, as much as he did not like Manhattan, at least he wasn’t always on an airplane living out of a suitcase. He could get some fresh air on the roof of his building after his morning run with a cup of coffee and a quick hot tub boil to relax his quads and calves before work. Cramped, crowded subway commutes were never fun for him, but having his own kitchen each night made sticking to his new workout and gym goals much easier. Those had been KILLER to maintain on the road to be sure. But, he never turned down a challenge. Besides, he thought he had progressed quite nicely on those goals over travel season, all things considered. Just a few more weeks. A few more weeks of reports and these meetings and he would finally be able to close the Chelsea loft for the summer and take some vacation time at his Montana cabin. In the remote wilderness with just himself, the animals, and his private gym, he could really focus on his training undisturbed until fall. Sure there would be some work between the first day of training camp and week one, but that would be the exception, not the rule. Tait was reciting long lines of dry medical jargon into his headset, when an unexpected buzz brought him out of his notes. He pressed pause on the mic control, and the main switchboard operator’s voice sounded. “Doctor Holden. Sean Foley from the PGA is on 7-2788 for you.” Tait smiled to himself as he told the operator to transfer the call to him. Sean was one of the best professional golf coaches on the planet, counting players the likes of Tiger Woods and Justin Rose among his clients. Getting this type of call would be unheard of for most doctors, but for Tait, it was run of the mill. He was, after all, one of the preeminent sports psychiatrists/psychologists in the United States. Tait flipped another switch on his mic to change from the computer dictation program to the phone lines, and a button on his desk phone connected the call. “Sean. It’s been quite a while. How are you man?” “I’m good, Tait. Covid took a toll on business, but what didn’t it take a toll on. How are you?” the man replied. “Trust me, I understand that. As for me - rough part of my season winding down and craving a vacation,” Tait said. “So, what can I do for you? You finally want to cash in that favor I owe you? If so, I know this perfect spot just off the coast of Miami. Private island, warm–” The voice on the phone quipped. “No way. Having you on the hook for a favor is too valuable to give up on just anything.” Then the voice became earnest. “Listen, Tait, this is - rather personal. Well, more personal for you I dare say. I don’t know if it is my business to tell you or if you already know. But you're a friend, and I have to say something. “Something is very wrong, Tait. Have you talked to Kane lately?” Tait’s jovial mood changed instantly. “Not for months, Sean. Between the rush for the draft and - well - you know - Kane being Kane. Thought it best to give him some space and let him call me. What's –” The voice interrupted. “That fits, Tait. But this is different. Fuck, Tait. I'm worried. Let me explain.” *** In Mountain View, California, a twenty-five year old man sat watching the sun rise in a quiet upper middle class neighborhood in which anyone could be happy. Except that the young man wasn’t happy. He hadn’t been happy for months. Not since that day at the gym. Since then, even his fiancé, who at one time made him unconsciously smile just being in her presence, couldn't rouse him from his preoccupied doldrums. It all started after that guy – no, he couldn't face it. It was too – Suddenly, his cellphone rang. The iPhone played a ringtone he had not heard in ages - Ozzy Osborne's “Patient Number 9.” The young man literally groaned as he picked up the phone to see *RESTRICTED NUMBER* as the caller. That ringtone was no accident then… Why now? He thought. Why now? Of all people on earth. With what happened, why him? The universe must hate me…. But the young man knew there was no way to ignore the call or the caller. No way to resist the inevitable. No one ever resisted this caller. Not in all the years he had known him. It was like trying to resist the gravity of a black hole. The only way to avoid it was to go around it and never interact with it. But now, he had to. The young man took a long breath and blew it out. Time to face reality. He clicked on the answer icon. “Hi Dad.” “Hi, Son. How are you?” a deep voice replied from the box. “OK. Just the usual,” the young man lied. “What’s up?” “I'm going to be flying into San Francisco tomorrow night and staying all next week. I would like to speak with you and meet Lacey while I am there. I know it is kind of hard for you to bring the girl home to “meet the parents” so to speak. But while I’m there, I thought it might be a good time. It is way past time I met my future daughter-in-law. “Are you both available for lunch Thursday? Say Hog Island Oyster Company at 12:30? It's a bit of overkill I know, but I want to make a good first impression on my new family. And I really want to see how you are. My treat, of course.” Oh fuck, the young man thought. Not just interacting but flying straight into orbit of the black hole. Then, he calmed a bit. Dad has to meet Lacey sometime though. Maybe it can just be lunch if he is working. I hope so. I can't be exposed to hi- The young man banished the thought he was about to have before he fully had it. It was too creepy to ever contemplate. It was wrong too. But it came again. And again. And again… The young man tried to clear his head. He yelled out so that it could be heard by the deep voiced man. “Lacey, do you have time Thursday afternoon for lunch? Dad is on the phone.” In response, a beautiful young woman came around the hallway from the bedroom into the living room. Her face was beaming at the prospect. Their marriage will become much more real after finally meeting her future father-in-law in person. She immediately agreed. “Lacey said it’s fine Dad, so I guess so.” “Great. I am staying at the Four Seasons for work. So, I will meet you both at the restaurant. Just ask for my reservation. I am really looking forward to it, Son. It has been far too long.” As the phone disconnected, the two men on opposite ends of the country - and from the same but opposite worlds - each breathed a sigh. In New York, Tait hated lying to his son. He could count on one hand how many times he had, and some of those had been misdirections about Christmas presents. He had finished in California weeks ago. But something was wrong, and his son needed him. In California, Kane Holden's stomach tied into a knot. He loved his dad, but his father was more of a force of nature than a man. Tait Holden was… His god of a father was coming. And after the dude at the gym, the universe really did hate him. *** When Kyle and Barbara Holden welcomed their fifth child and last child - their first son after four daughters - into the world in 1978 it was a dream come true. Every man dreams of having a son, and that was especially true of the Nebraska cattle rancher. He was not only from a long line of cattlemen, but also a long line of athletes. He himself had been a full scholarship O-line player at the University of Nebraska. His brother had been on the 1968 Olympic wrestling team. And before he settled onto his own ranch, his father had played for twelve seasons with the Phillies and the Dodgers through the 1950’s. His father’s two World Series rings sat proudly in the office at his ranch to that very day. But, at that moment in Creighton Memorial St. Joseph’s Hospital, no one grasped that the infant they named after his two grandpa’s, Tait Michael Holden, would tower over every accomplishment anyone in their families ever had. From the start, it was obvious that Tait was a special baby. First sign was that he was big for a newborn, being 8 pounds 12 ounces. But that big baby would only become BIGGER. Beyond that, Tait was speaking basic sentences at a year old. Reading basic stories at 3. When most little guys were only interested in Sesame Street or GI Joe cartoons, Tait was voraciously learning anything, showing a curiosity in everything from the classroom to snakes and prairie dogs on the ranch to how the cattle were managed for market. By the age of 12, Tait had raised and sold his first steer after winning first place with him at the State Fair. And then another, and then two, and then four. By the time he had graduated high school, Tait had well over eighty thousand dollars in savings from selling his Fair animals and prize money. Tait would have been an incredible rancher if that had been his destiny - but his academic and farm accomplishments were mirrored by his physicality and sports performance. Like all the Holden men, Tait inherited tremendous physical and athletic potential, and in Nebraska countryside tradition, Kyle started his son playing flag football as soon as he was of age. Tait took to the sport like a duck to water. By the time he was a high school freshman, Tait was already playing varsity as a hulking 6’4” terror of a tight end. At high school graduation, he had won every football award possible for high schoolers in the state of Nebraska and more individual player awards than any athlete in Nebraska state history to that point. Of course, Tait was recruited by practically every single division one athletic program that had even the smallest hope of landing him. The only thing that disappointed Kyle at the end was his son’s final decision of where to commit. Instead of one of the highly visible national programs, Tait chose Stanford. He explained that he wanted to develop his mind as well as his football skills, just in case he were injured and couldn’t play and Stanford could certainly do that. Besides, he reasoned, no matter the team’s record, as long as he played his very best game and learned under legendary Stanford head coach Bill Walsh - the NFL scouts would come to him. And come they did as Tait became a once in a generation position player. When Tait’s body finally stopped growing, he was just a fraction under 6’9” tall, and the strength coaching and nutrition staff transformed him into a 315 pound gridiron titan. And it was by no means a flabby 300 pounds. Tait was obsessive in the gym and with diet, so much so that the layer of fat so many tall footballers had simply wasn't there. Tait’s genetics would have allowed him to become a pro bodybuilder if he was not a football player. His body and strikingly good looks made him into what would one day be called the poster child of “aesthetics.” Tait had a 61 inch chest, 22 inch biceps, with a wasp waist of 32 inches that was the same size as each quad. He looked to literally be carved from rock, more like a giant Frank Zane on the field than a Junior Seau. Of course, any college footballer who was 6’9” and more than 300 pounds was tried out on the line and Tait played magnificently there. But, his true skills were at tight end. His gigantic hands made it next to impossible for a quarterback to miss him when called upon to make a catch. And Tait was extremely good at making up for bad throws so that they still wound up in his mitts. His massive legs could push that body at incredible speed for his size, and compared to defensive secondary players who were 100 pounds lighter than him - trying to tackle him was like trying to stop a freight train. And when Tait was called on to make a block for a running back, those who were unfortunate enough to be targeted felt like they had been plowed over by a Union Pacific locomotive. The nickname stuck - so that when the “Freight Train” made a play, the Stanford student section would start chanting lyrics, singing along to a new song by Metallica that was first sung just a few miles away in San Francisco playing over the stadium speakers - No Leaf Clover - “Then it comes to be that the soothing light / At the end of your tunnel / Is just a freight train coming your way / Here it comes.” Tait’s physical gifts were built right along with his mental skill on the field. Under Walsh and his position coaches, Tait had also become an incredible football mind. He absorbed every lesson Walsh and the coaches taught - from how plays unfold across the whole field, to how his own position operated in various schemes to how plays themselves were drawn, even how the players' workouts augmented play making. Tait employed these skills relentlessly. He might have been a freight train in one play but in the next he could work with the precision of a surgeon’s scalpel. That versatility made him almost impossible for opposing teams to defend against, Tait was one of the few players on the college level Walsh ever trusted to have the quarterback or center make audibles in an instant based on the defense. What generational greats like Peyton Manning was to Tennessee or Charles Woodson was to Michigan, Tait Holden was at Stanford. After four seasons, when Tait finally declared for the NFL draft, he was a Stanford team captain, a 4-time First Team Academic and on the field All-American. It was rumored that Tait was the inspiration for the creation of the Mackey Trophy to recognize the best tight end in college football since he never won a Heisman. Nevertheless, he was an easy top ten first round pick. Tait spent 8 years in the NFL during the 2000s, amassing 2 Superbowl rings, 7 consecutive selections for the pro bowl, and 4 first team all pro rankings. It was argued in NFL circles that if he had continued playing, he would have been tied with Jason Witten and Tony Gonzalez as the greatest tight ends of the modern NFL. He was definitely heading for the Hall of Fame. But, unexpectedly, at the age of 30, Tait retired from professional sports. The official reason Tait gave was that he wanted to make sure he maintained his health from possible injury or concussion disorder. CTE was becoming more and more popular in the discussion of player health and Tait was a massively hard tackler. But the real reason was very different. Social media barely existed at the end of Tait’s career, and at that time the press barely covered player families unless they were famous beforehand. No one ever spoke of the players' children. So, few outside his team and fewer true friend’s knew about Tait’s wife. Her name was Jess Walker. Tait met her at a party when he was a Stanford freshman. Next to Tait, she was tiny at 5’1” and 105 pounds. But she was perfect for her spot on the gymnastics team. And she had gotten involved in a new sport from a gymnastics coach in Santa Cruz that he called “Crossfit.” For the first time in his life, Tait was thunderstruck by a girl. He was awestruck that such a petite girl could be so fit and strong and do the things she could do. But it was every single conversation with Jess that pulled Tait in. He could just lie on a couch and hold her and talk with her for days on end it seemed. They soon began exclusive dating and became quite the item on campus. But, as sometimes happens, in their junior year, Jess retired from team sports as she was pregnant and soon gave birth to a baby boy - Matthew Kane Holden. Although Tait wasn't religious, he had been raised with salt of the earth, mid-western values. So his first inclination was to marry Jess, stop football, and go to work. But, both Jess and her parents would not hear of it. They refused to allow Tait to give up his career and his future, even with a child on the way. Eventually, Tait agreed, but he and his family would provide everything Jess and Kane needed while waiting for him to go to the NFL. The Holden's lived up to every word - with Jess completing an MBA while waiting. Finally, in Tait's second year in the League, he and Jess married in a tiny ceremony in the prairie church in Nebraska where his family had married for generations. Tait deeply loved Jess and his boy. Though his looks and body made him a virtual pin up model with the expected continual offers of sex when he was on the road with the team - and sometimes right in front of Jess - he was absolutely faithful to them. They seemed to be on the road to long term happiness. But then the phone call came - There had been an accident on the freeway. Jess’s petite body stood no chance in the force of the impact, and she had passed from her injuries. Luckily Kane had been with his grandparents so he was unharmed. But Jess was gone. He was widowed at 30 years old. Tait was devastated. He decided at that moment to do everything he could to provide family and stability for his son, and to not risk his body again. Tait retired from football less than a month later. And rather than live on his well-invested football money - he had been paid over 38 million dollars in his career which had already almost doubled through wise investment - or become a coach, Tait decided to use some of his money to go back to his alma mater - Stanford. Tait was easily accepted into Stanford Medical School, graduating as a single dad with an MD and a PhD in what was then a new and upcoming field called Sports Psychology. After four years of residency at The University of Pennsylvania, Tait became a licensed sports psychiatrist. He was specifically approached and accepted a job offer from the NFL corporate offices in New York. He was commissioned to begin a new mental health services division under the contract that had just been negotiated between the Player’s Union and the League. Tait provided psychological services to any team organization, from mental health seminars and how to develop mind-body connection to interviewing potential draft prospects for teams from a psychological perspective. When Tait made that call to Kane, he was 44 years old. He had gone on to become the manager of behavioral health practitioners for the League and an incredibly respected NFL representative. He showed favoritism to no one, not even his old coaches and teams and teammates. And, as a former player, he was in particularly high demand to supplement mental health services and team doctors. Through it all, Tait saw to any need his parents, sisters, and son had that they could not meet for themselves. Tait was the man his father and grandfather taught him to be - a man who takes care of his own, protects his own, and provides for his own. Physical Giant, Retired NFL All-Pro, MD from Stanford – Tait really was an Alpha male force of nature. Given the man he was, as soon as he got a hint that his son may be in trouble, Tait dropped everything and flew to San Francisco. *** Kane and Lacey walked into Hog Island Oyster Company about ten minutes before the reservation time. When they approached the maitre’d desk and asked for the Holden reservation, he looked at them rather judgmentally, said they did not take reservations, and then asked them for identification. Once the asswipe was satisfied, he gave them one last sneer and invited them to follow. They were not prepared for where they were going. Apparently the restaurant did take reservations - for Tait Holden. They were escorted to an entire section of reserved outdoor patio seating. In front of them stretched one of the most panoramic views of the San Francisco bay and the bay bridge that anyone could take in. Before they took their seats, they went to the edge of the pier to take in the sight. Of course, for all except the maitre’d, there was another view most of the males had taken in as much as they could. Kane didn’t have to look around to sense the eyes locked onto them - well her. Lacey. Kane was accustomed to it by now. It was something similar to the reaction his father received from women, a reaction he knew he would see and hear again soon enough. Part of him rather enjoyed the looks of envy directed at him. And part of him felt insanely self-conscious and inadequate, as those same looks that were awed by Lacey judged him to be totally lacking compared to the woman on his arm. Lacey Masters had it all. She was a 27 year old drop-dead beauty. Daughter of a Bank of America executive. She had competed twice for Ms. California, and the only thing that truly held her back from winning the title was her 5’6” stature. Like his parents, Kane met Lacey at Stanford, where she had been a cheerleader. Of course, she was just as stunning back in college as now, which cowed Kane. But, he also felt more than a little intimidated by her intellect. She was no stereotypical empty airhead. Lacey was a brilliant financial mind. Even if she had not been a banker's daughter and born to the work, her skills at winning in the markets singled her out as being an up and comer in the corporate world. She worked for the investment firm Dodge and Cox as an analyst and personal portfolio manager, already bringing in a very solid quarter million dollar salary before bonuses each year. She also had a fantastic personal portfolio that seemed to grow whenever the stock market bell rang. In every way, she was the proverbial catch. Then, there was the man beside her. In a way that no one could actually put a finger on, Kane Holden just didn't seem to match up. It wasn’t that Kane was bad looking, True, Lacey was dressed in a fantastic dress and heels that made her stand a couple inches taller than Kane, who in bare feet stood exactly the same height as Lacey. True, his father had the chiseled, rugged good looks of romance and cowboy western novel cover models. But, Kane was not bad looking at all. His features were softer. Kinder. He was what most girls in high school and college described over and over as “cute” - at those moments when those same girls were alone comparing the guys around them. While Lacey was closer to a 10, Kane was more of a 7 or 8. But he was not ugly by any stretch. It wasn't that Kane was lacking in any sort of lack of physical fitness. Sure, Kane had gained about ten pounds since college, but that didn’t mean that he had a full out dad bod or anything. Sure, while Lacey had her beauty queen looks and religiously worked out with weights and yoga, Kane was not exactly a slouch. He had inherited the Holden family athletic gene and had been a 5 year wrestler at Stanford. And now, he was pursuing his other sporting gift - golf. Kane had taken up golf in high school after wrestling season and discovered he had quite a knack for it. With great coaching, Kane had capitalized on that talent, having managed to secure a spot on the PGA tour two years prior. No one in their right mind would claim that a Stanford wrestler and a professional golfer was not successful. It was just that Kane had inherited his mother’s height and weight rather than his father’s - as Kane wrestled at the 141 pound weight class. And unlike his father’s gargantuan, ripped muscles when he was in college sports, Kane was again softer - even when he was in wrestling shape. Kane had lithe muscles and a hint of abs under his shirt rather than the etched, deep 8-pack of his father. Kane had succeeded in wrestling and golf as a good tactician, with flexibility, speed, and technique as allies - the skills of a gymnast that he had inherited from his mother. He just didn’t have the overwhelming physical power combined with tactics that his father had - or that Lacey had in her own more feminine way. And while just becoming a Stanford wrestler and pro golfer was successful, he was middle of the road in both. He was good… good enough. But, he was never going to win the way his Dad and wife did. Kane’s personality didn’t quite match Lacey, that was true. They seemed to be from the “opposites that attract” spectrum rather than being “birds of a feather.” Kane was reserved and somewhat introverted compared to Lacey’s extroverted nature. With his father being away so much as a pro footballer and later medical school and residency, child Kane became a pure “mama’s boy.” Thus, he was crushed when his mother passed. Tait had been as well, but he had an adult perspective that the ten year old Kane did not. Tait had engaged the best therapy possible for his son, of course. And the giant man had been nothing but loving and gentle with his son, sensing his quiet, reserved nature. As Kane was treated by many others in his life. To a fair share of women, that vulnerable side was seen as an endearing quality, again something they called “cute.” But, to others, especially certain males in the elite circles of academics and athletics and later business, Kane was a tempting target to use and step on. Except none ever wanted to face the wrath of Tait Holden or later the corporate power of the Masters. So they left Kane alone - most of them. Looks, physique, mind, attitude, personality. It wasn’t any of these single characteristics that made Kane not match. It was all of these things taken together. Kane was the embodiment of “one of these things is not like the others.” He shouldn’t have been. But, he was. And something deep inside him knew it. It was a feeling people could sense radiating from him. Preoccupation. Tentativeness. Withdrawal. Inadequacy. Good enough. That was Kane in a nutshell - good enough. Good enough - but not great. In any other life Kane has success people only dreamed of. But compared to the others he loved, he was totally outshined; but, he was good enough. As he and Lacey waited for water to be brought to their table, Kane was being swallowed by “good enough.” Kane was cute, vulnerable, had a scrappy puppy quality, and Lacey had come to love him for that and more. But – Tait Holden. He knew Tait Holden was quantum leaps beyond any man Lacey had ever met. Though Lacey was certainly accustomed to getting attention and getting hit upon and being a very strong, dominant woman - she had never been exposed to the quality and quantity of Alpha male Tait Holden in person brought to the table. Kane had no idea how she would react. He knew Lacey loved him. Or it certainly felt like it. But, he knew how his Dad affected women. He had seen it all his life. He knew Tait was no predator. He was no so called “Chad.” He never set out to seduce women. In fact, Tait had always been loyal and honorable toward his mother and any other woman as far as he knew. Stealing a woman away from another was just anathema to him. Before or after Jess death, he had never been part of the underground or above ground athlete culture for women and parties and sex. Tait considered that to be beneath him or any proper man. He had taught Kane that. And - Kane knew he carried the pain every widowed person did. He had seen it when his father had visited his mother’s grave. He still loved HER, even now. Kane thought maybe that was why he was still single. And yet… Kane knew what was coming, and it always inspired a feeling - dread. Kane felt awful about that. He felt so conflicted that he both loved and dreaded his father. His father was just… his father. No bravado, no pretend machismo, nothing at all unnatural for him. Tait was nothing but the archetypal Real Man, in every positive way. Tait had done nothing on purpose to inspire such dread in Kane. Yet, it was there, rolling in him - the feeling of being good enough under the glare of greatness. Then, there was another feeling the son had about his father - a wrong feeling Kane thought. The feeling had no name that Kane could attach to it. He buried it as much as he could as he was afraid of it. He avoided his father because of it. But that day at the gym a few months ago - that other man made him truly feel it for the first time. Kane didn’t want to relive those moments, but he did in a flash. And the feelings that burst out hit him, making his thoughts spin - worse than they already were. How would Lacey react? What would she do? What would he do? Why did he feel this way? He didn’t know if these feelings around - well THEM who Tait may as well have been the leader of - was a part of him that was alpha like his father that he was uncomfortable expressing for where it could lead. He didn’t know if it was admiration or desire or hero worship or… A longing to be like his father or not like his father. It just had no name. It was like – Kane was brought back to the real world and away from the whirlwind of his thoughts by an audible gasp and rustle that went through the entire restaurant. Again, Kane instinctively knew what it was. Who it was. Again, he didn't have to look up to know what had happened to generate that response. But, just like gravity around a black hole, Kane was drawn in and turned to see. Kane’s first thought was that his father looked bigger than he remembered, if such a thing were possible. Tait towered at least a full head over… Well, everyone there. That was normal for a man who was 6’9” outside of a basketball team locker room, but it wasn't just his height. Kane could have sworn that his father was physically wider and more thickly muscled than even during his playing days. Maybe it was just his clothes, Kane reasoned. Tait was dressed in all black - black polo shirt, black slacks and leather belt, black leather dress boots. The height of simplicity. Thing was the way these clothes looked. Every stitch Tait wore was custom tailored. His clothes fit so precisely as to highlight every muscle to the hilt. His massive pecs were totally outlined, his quad development shown through his trousers, an impossibly deep v-taper from shoulders down to his waist, even some of the thicker veins were visible through the cloth. Yet, none of the clothing was so tight as to look like Tait had deliberately done it. They simultaneously looked painted on but loose and comfortable in the way only superbly custom-made clothing can. It wasn’t a matter of Tait showing his wealth or station in life or even simply vanity however. Fact was - no one made off-the-shelf clothing for someone like Tait. Simply finding pants long enough was often difficult, much less pants that could house his monstrous quads and calves. Finding size 18 shoes anywhere in any style at all was nearly impossible. Tait had needed custom clothes as long as Kane could remember. Kane heard another sharp intake of breath - this time from directly behind him. He turned to see Lacey with her mouth agape in shock. “Kane,” she barely whispered, “is… is that-” “Ya, that's Dad.” Kane replied. “Told you. Dad is a bit… different.” Lacey had seen plenty of well built, muscular, handsome men in her years. Plenty of very tall men when she cheered for Stanford basketball. Plenty of so-called Alpha males on the field and at parties and in the halls of power. But Tait - she was just floored, stunned, speechless. He was the biggest man she had ever seen. The sheer size of him. He looked like he could make up three ordinary sized men. And, if she were honest - his sheer sexiness was astonishing. His height, his classic chiseled looks, his commanding vibe. All those things she knew in scattered pieces in other men - but in Tait all combined and magnified in one. She had not even spoken to him yet, but everything about him screamed that this was a man among men. Lacey felt her crotch tingle involuntarily. An animal desire from within her. She couldn’t help it. And she wasn't alone. Every woman in the restaurant was having the same reaction. They all felt the… whatever it is that women feel in the presence of a proverbial apex alpha male. And the men - they all felt what they had in their own package either flex with the same desire or shrivel as it was obvious they were totally outclassed. As the young couple watched, Tait looked down upon the maitre'd - who came no taller than his upper pecs - and spoke to him. They could not hear what was said, but they could see the person who had been more than a bit snobbish and prickish to them physically wilt. Kane noted that the same man who asked them for their identification didn’t ask Tait for the same as he fumbled over himself. At that moment, Tait saw Kane and Lacey in the distance. He said something to the maitre’d and then just walked past him as if he no longer existed. Tait walked through the lunch time crowd like Morpheus in The Matrix. Totally direct and purposeful, yet strolling through the sea of people as if they didn’t exist. All while the maitre’d looked as if he were physically drained - perhaps like Moses after seeing the Burning Bush. As soon as Tait came through the patio doors into the open air, he looked to Kane and said heartfully, “How are you, Son?” Father and son began to walk toward each other. Lacey stood, frozen, watching. Her shock and nervousness only grew as the great man approached. It did not escape her that Tait seemed to cover the same distance that took Kane ten steps in five. The giant reached out and took his flesh and blood by the hand in a massive enveloping handshake and then pulled him into a hug. Lacey thought she could hear Kane reply, but it was lost somewhere in Tait's lower chest muscles - where Kane's head landed upon the man who had 15 inches of height on him. But - that didn't matter to her… yet. That voice - Tait’s deep, smooth, confident voice. Tait sounded like a combination of the bass of Vin Diesel and the smoothness of Lawrence Fishburne. So strong and confident, yet so soothing. That voice could crush an ego or inspire armies or wrap you in curtains of safety and security, depending on how he used it. She understood in a moment why Tait was so effective as a psychiatrist or as a team leader before that. That voice attached to that man could make you want to tell every secret you had and love doing it. She felt herself become even more aroused hearing him. She started to understand what Kane had meant about gravity. She felt pulled toward him, like a moth to a flame. The perfect voice, the perfect height, the perfect muscle, the perfect attitude - she just couldn't help it. He was so much more than Kane’s description could ever hope to convey. She noticed something else in that moment of embrace. Kane. Though they seemed so different - and they were very different - she could see so much of the son in his father and so much of the father in the son. Kane’s voice was baritone rather than bass, not quite as silky smooth and confident. But she could hear so many similarities. Kane had a quiet strength about his voice, much as the magnified version in Tait. There had been more than a few nights when she had become lost in Kane’s voice. Kane’s face and physical features were so different from Tait's - yet there was no question they were father and son. Kane was what Tait would have been if he were more of the non-descript power behind the throne type. A very different type of masculine power; yet it was there. So different - yet so similar. That similarity to Tait made Lacey desire Kane more too. She watched as Tait released Kane and together they approached the table where she was. Kane - she felt ashamed for her reaction to Tait. She loved Kane. She wanted to spend the rest of her life with Kane. Why was she so pulled into wanting Tait to f– She crushed that thought. “And you must be Lacey. It is cliche but Kane has told me so much about you,” she heard as her vision became blocked by a man mountain. Lacey looked up and UP. She felt like she was a little girl again standing in front of her father as Tait held out a wide hand. She extended her own hand and Tait took it. “Dad, this is my fiancé Lacey Masters. Lacey, please meet my Dad, Tait Holden.” Kane introduced. Tait’s voice seemed to wrap the young woman in velvet smoothness. “An absolute pleasure to finally meet the girl my son was lucky enough to catch… or was it entrap?” Tait cracked a mischievous smile with just the hint of a complement toward her and the good natured rib at his son. Kane's cheeks flashed an inordinate amount of red in embarrassment. Lacey giggled. Fuck that smile is like liquid sex. What is it like to kiss–, she thought. “He didn't trap me.” She replied then added almost as an afterthought. “Well… maybe he did, but it's a trap I enjoyed falling into. The pleasure is mine, Doctor Holden.” Tait turned to his son for a moment. “Kane, you didn’t tell me you had found such a keeper of a girl. Better hold tight.” He flashed a smile again before he turned again to Lacy. “Tait, please. You’re not a client in my office, and I still have enough of the ranch in me to hate formality from my family - or close enough to family. Of course, there is one exception I make to formal custom - one I always liked with a beautiful young woman.” Tait’s voice dropped slightly, becoming almost intimate. “‘Enchanté, Mademoiselle.’” In a practiced motion mastered through thousands of repetitions, Tait raised her arm while simultaneously bowing himself and kissed her hand. Lacey shivered. Her panties very nearly became wet in desire. Tait was so big he could totally close her from the outside world if he embraced her. She could tell from the thick, weight lifter built muscles of his hand that he was strong enough to lift her to the ceiling with one arm with no effort at all. She imagined Tait in the gym putting dumbbells more than her body weight easily over his head. Her eyes wandered up his thick corded forearms that radiating raw, crushing power, and, Jesus Christ, that bulging biceps even partly under the sleeve. What must that feel like to… “That’s my Dad, just a smooth-talking, muscle-bound Cassinova.” Kane quipped. Leave it to Kane to ruin the moment, Lacey thought. She almost snapped at him for his rudeness, but was stopped by a good natured chuckle from Tait. Lacey could not tell if the laugh was a “touché” recognition of his son’s verbal jab - or an Alpha male’s amusement at a lesser being trying to stand up to someone far beyond him. Maybe it was both she thought. “Maybe so, Son. I admit to being a softy sometimes under it all. I suppose Kane learned how to trap good women from me.” Tait pointed his free hand toward Lacey’s seat. “May I?” Lacey smiled even more as she gave her ascent. Tait lowered her hand and held it as he escorted her back to her seat. As he led her, she tried to hide the fact that she was shaking at his touch. She understood intellectually that Tait was just showing proper manners. But her body didn’t want to believe it. And… she failed. Tait felt her response and suppressed a knowing smile. As Lacey thought, he wasn’t purposefully trying to do anything. It was just that he had seen this so often that he couldn't help but feel a bit of amusement. Years ago, Jess’s mother told him that common courtesy from him could be misinterpreted by many women because of the masculinity and power he conveyed. So, Tait was very cognizant of where to draw lines with most women. She was family so he would allow more than with most women. But the lines were still there with a woman so much his junior - no matter how much closer to her age his looks made him. Still, very first impressions of Lacey Masters - he liked this girl. Kane - he noticed her response too. Like his father, he had seen this so many times over the years. It was what he knew would happen and was afraid would grow. He hoped this would end when Lacey became more familiar with his father’s presence. The way his mother or grandma or aunts were around his father. They would just laugh at it when they felt it and give their men a smooch. Still he felt a jab of familiar jealousy - no woman had ever responded to a simple display of manners from him like that, much less his own fiancé . Maybe she had never responded like that to anything he had ever done. No matter how intimate. Even in… Kane’s feelings of inadequacy grew even more. And with it his internal conflict expanded. After Lacey was seated, Tait moved to the side and took the only other available seat at the table… Next to the young woman. Kane mentally kicked himself. He had unconsciously upped the level of temptation. He had chosen to sit opposite of Lacey facing her across the table out of habit - the way they always sat when going out. Tait hadn't thought anything about it. He simply slid into where he thought he should sit - within inches of Lacey. It was innocent. Anyone would sit in the only available chair… but now Kane felt even more uncomfortable. Seeing them like this, side by side - it was oddly striking. They sort of matched, like his mother. They looked so–. Awkward silence again took over, but after a few moments, Tait broke the ice. Again, he directed to Lacey. “I suppose this is when we begin the awkward small talk you do when you're meeting the in-laws? I remember mine. Maybe I should just tell some embarrassing childhood stories on Kane like any parent does when meeting their kids’ sweetheart.” Tait flashed his million dollar smile signaling the humor, which made Kane blush again - hoping against hope his Dad wasn't going to actually do that. Tait and Lacey couldn't help but laugh at the sight. It was indeed the perfect thing to break the ice. But her laugh was almost like a schoolgirl enamored of the hot new guy. Of course, she was nervous meeting Tait but - that laugh. It was more than nerves. Without realizing - in a half flirtatious way, her hand moved to Tait's forearm…This time, she was definitely wet. Thank fuck what she was wearing would never let on to her condition. But she felt it. Her biology betrayed her - and what she felt. Crazy, hard muscle. Veins. What about other veins lower down. And his skin - it was an odd juxtaposition of thick and thin, hard and supple - like a weightlifter. Like a strong man. A bodybuilder. Her fingers lingered as she felt movement - the small and large ripples of individual cords of muscle, each of which had to be bigger than Kane's whole forearm. She kept feeling as she caught the scent of Tait's heady musk, a clean but utterly masculine scent - sandalwood and leather and cigar and pheromones and the primitive primate part of her brain responded. Involuntarily, she drew in a breath. That breath - damnit, had she been caught? Lacey’s cheeks flushed and she dropped her hand, though she didn't want to. She was feeling up to her beau’s father. That was awful, but… I have to be good, she thought. She truly believed she was being totally proper now not feeling Tait’s arm - it never reached her consciousness that her hand had just dropped only to come to rest on Tait’s massive quad. The entire previous exchange felt like minutes, but in reality it was just a second or two. Lacey continued, “I hope it's not too awkward.” Her answer was both a proper answer and a Freudian slip. “I make no promises that I won't mess up. But, I'll try my best,” Tait said to both of them, feigning innocence. Tait knew her hand was on his quad… but drew no attention to it. Kane jumped in. “Speaking of awkward - you're looking… BIG, Dad.” Now it was Tait's turn to flash the slightest of emotion - Pride. There was always something special when your kid noticed that you were reaching your goals. “I thought you'd quit working out as much with the Draft interview schedule keeping you so busy.” “I'm glad you noticed, Son. Been working hard the last while even with the schedule. Some OK results for not enough sleep and depending on the team catering crews to give me healthy food, if not exactly geared for me. But, I do want to get bigger.” “Bigger?!?” both twenty-somethings said incredulously in unison. Tait felt Lacey’s hand begin to squeeze his quad. Then move to squeeze another spot. It was a bit of a thrill to feel that a grown woman’s hand - petite though she was - could not even span the single femoral head of his right quad. Just one of the four main groups - wider than the length of her hand from her fingers to wrist. She was looking for weakness. She would not find it. Lacey - she was indeed feeling his leg, trying to figure out what bigger meant. She decided there was no way. How could there be - he was so big already. So totally hard. He had to be immensely strong. Everywhere she felt - nothing but rock hard muscle. It couldn’t get any bigger. Tait could not help but to feed on their stunned energy, particularly Lacey. He found a strange sort of enjoyment at the prospect of showing off for his family and pushing them into disbelief. He decided to go with the flow. He opened a light version of a jock smirk to their reaction. “ “But you're already so BIG?!?” Lacey finally said. Tait held out his right forearm and biceps and began to tense and relax them in view of the kids. It was not a full out flex at all - more of just moving his fingers and wrist making the muscles twist and dance. As he did so, the cords of thick muscle and veins exploded and the promise of a truly monumental biceps mountain hinted it was alive under the black polo sleeve. “I'm certainly trying. It was my New Year’s resolution, so to speak. Maybe it's just an old man's vanity trying to keep up with all these NFL prospects I work with who are even younger than you two. It’s fun to still be able to out work and out lift them, I have to admit. “I turn 45 in a few months, and it is more than fun to see them - please do not take offense Kane, Lacey - but it is more than fun to see them have the same reaction you two are having right now when I get a good pump. I am going for conditioning too, not just size. You know someone my size can put on a lot of muscle AND fat just by existing and eating enough. But I want to carve up the size I am putting on. Be lean and cut as well as bigger. Actually, I am aiming to be better than I ever was when I did the pin up calendars when I played in the league. One last time and hold onto it as long as time and age will let me.” Lacey’s hand groped even more at hearing that. If you looked closely, her eyes dilated. Her cheeks flushed. Her breathing had become a bit faster. More shallow. “Dr. Hold – Tait,” Lacey corrected. “Almost 45?!? You don't look a day over 30.” Kane groaned inwardly. His anger had been growing the entire exchange. He was going to let it all go as a natural reaction that Lacey couldn’t help. His father’s gravity. That it would go away. But that level of blatant hitting on another man right in front of him was uncalled for. It was as clumsy and in his face as if she were still a teenage girl getting attention from the hot jock. Right down to the giggles. He could see Lacey fucking groping his leg and just dying to touch even more – Kane almost said something when Tait stepped in. He deftly slid his own palm over top of Lacey’s hand and pressed down. He stopped her moving. Still feeling him of course, but she was no longer exploring. “Thanks for the flattery. You're too kind. But let's be honest. The gray hair is coming out a lot more than it used to be. I still recover from a workout very fast compared to someone else my age, but not like I did five years ago. We all lose our battle with time. So, you two should enjoy every moment. I have no regrets except…” Tait stopped for a moment. Kane could see a flash across his face of the love his father had for his mother. Tait would never allow himself to break down in public. But that reaction to a thought of his mother was enough to break Kane's anger. “Except for perhaps one. And, frankly, you remind me a bit of her, Lacey.” Tait took a breath to center himself and then he continued, “I've lived life the best I could. And still try. That's why I'm doing this. To live life the best I can before I can’t. I want the same for you two. No matter what that means and where it takes you both. Be who you are and live life to the fullest.” Lacey stopped her attempts at feeling, leaving her hand resting on his quad, but followed up, curiously. “Living our best lives is one thing, but… a pin up calendar?” Tait laughed deeply. “Ya. One of the bright ideas of the League.” Tait said sarcastically, clearly amused at the thought. “They were trying to get more female fans. So their solution was to have those of us who were particularly good looking or at least had good abs that they could airbrush pose for these pin up calendars. Guys of the Gridiron, or something just as cringeworthy, haha. “Never did a thing to get more women fans of the game as far as I know. We just became a little bit of - well - fantasy material for some women and a few guys I guess.” Tait chucked again. “But I did a few calendars to raise money for charity while I was playing. Like, the ones that raise money for animal shelters - what do they call them now “Bullies and Biceps” or “Hunks and Hounds–” Tait laughed again. “I was there with all these fitness models and bodybuilders. A fish out of water as a pro football player with these little pin up dudes. Anyway, they raised some money for good causes. That I am happy to have done. You might even be able to find some of me when I was Kane's age showing off my assets.” “But ya, I want to get truly massive if I can... in fact, I'm working out at the 49ers facility while I am here to stick to the goal. Do that at every team facility when I have to go to in-person interviews. You're both welcome to come if you like. I'm sure the team wouldn't mind.” Tait smiled. “Really,” Lacey said, clearly excited to see Tait in something a bit more revealing than proper clothing. Now it was Tait’s turn. He knew what she was thinking and slightly rubbed Lacey’s hand on his quad. It was imperceptible to anyone visually. But Lacey felt it. “Of course. As often as you like.” He looked at Kane. “Both of you. I’ve never done a workout with you, Son. That would be amazing if we could. I can even try and set up something permanent if you both want.” Feeling Tait’s touch, seeing what she saw, hearing Tait’s invitation to the gym. Lacey just couldn't resist anymore. It was so cliche - but cliche’s work because they are so often real. “Tait - would it be OK if I… if I… see your-” she stumbled over herself, a ball of hormones and nerves. Kane finally snapped. He had endured so much these last few minutes. And this was the last straw. “Lacey, get hold of yourself. This is embarrassing. You wanna date my Dad or something. You sure as hell are feeling him up. Maybe it is just better if I leave you two to it - fuck…” Kane stood to leave, when both Tait and Lacey said, “ Kane, WAIT–” Both immediately withdrew their hands from each other. And as they did Lacey realized just where her hands were. What she was doing… Fuck. Kane was right. She had been flirting with Tait this whole time. She'd been touching him since he had sat in his chair. She just… couldn't help it. Tait was so different and dominant compared to every man she had ever seen, she just felt compelled. Tait was just too powerful a presence for her instincts. She did it even though she intellectually didn't want to. And she had offended the man she loved. Lacey was about to say something when Tait again intervened, again saving the young people. “I'm sorry son. I shouldn't have allowed the conversation to go that way. And I should have stopped anything that crossed any boundaries that you both have. It is not Lacey’s fault. It is mine. You can remember how many people asked me to flex for them or take pics with them when you were a kid. It bothered your mother until she came to understand that it is nothing more than a compliment and I never would dishonor another person or myself by crossing a boundary. She even came to laugh at it. I'm sorry if I have violated any boundary between you two. Can you forgive me?” Tait’s statement about his mother brought back a flood of memories. Indeed he could remember so many times as a kid when people would ask his father to flex or ask for photos… And they'd try to feel his arm. Doing it for kids was one thing but he also remembered the women. So many women. He also remembered his parents laughing and joking after. He always thought it was his Dad being a player - and not the football kind. But now he remembered conversations. Laughing about some reaction. They never made sense to his child’s brain… Until now. “I… I guess so Dad. I didn't remember until now but she and grandma used to laugh about it. She thought you being a hunk was great fun. I… Just…” “No son. I understand. Your mother was one of the most beautiful women I've ever seen. I was quite protective of her if you remember. Like I said, Lacey reminds me of her a bit. More than I think you can know. So maybe it is a bit of nostalgia too, no offense intended to Lacey. It is a GREAT compliment. But perhaps I became too familiar out of habit.” “I get it Dad. And I'm sorry. Both of you.” Tait then smiled. “OK, now if it is not violating any boundary and in the spirit we just talked about. If you're OK Kane and Lacey I'm happy to satisfy Lacey’s curiosity and flex for her. You haven't seen the truly bigger me either. And then we will laugh about it. I mean I'm not in the habit of flexing in a Michelin star restaurant. A different kind of beef than what is on the surf and turf? We can satisfy Lacey’s curiosity and I doubt she will ever ask anyone again as I doubt she will ever see any bigger…” Tait smiled broadly - a smile that could melt glaciers. Lacey said, “Kane, please. Really, I am just curious. That's all.” “Alright. Alright. Go ahead. I suppose you will always wonder until you see it. And I have to admit I am a little curious myself. You’re bigger than I ever remember you being, Dad.” Kane said in surrender - and it was true that he was curious. He didn't want to admit it and it was for a very different reason… but he wanted to see his dad flex too. “Well then kiddo, I'll give you a dose of the cannons to feel later.” Tait laughed deeply. “In the meantime, Lacey. Tell me what you think.” Tait bent down in his chair a bit to not draw quite as much attention as a full out flex would do. He held his arm down to be within easy reach and then curled his monster forearm and fist around and up. The muscles of the upper arm rose and Rose and ROSE. Tait smiled as the gigantic muscle took full form. Even Kane in disbelief said, “Christ, Dad.” Tait’s arm was the diameter of a volleyball. A tremendously shaped, peaked mountain exploded out, covered with several thick and thin veins across its surface. The thick/thin skin Lacey noted earlier traced out many striations and a well-developed cleft between the heads of the muscle. The well-made polo covering it made a creaking sound, as the stitching of the custom made shirt was stretched to the limit before Tait rolled the sleeve back to afford a full view of the monster ball and the massive hanging horseshoe beneath the dome. Tait pumped it out and in a couple times. “Thanks Son. It is better with a pump, being honest, but it’s still pretty good. Go ahead Lacey. Tell me what you think.” Lacey’s trembling hands - both of them - reached over and tried to wrap around Tait’s arm. She failed hardcore with many inches between the hand on the bottom and the hand on the top. In fact, her top hand could not even cover half of the biceps mountain. “Oh my GOD.” she said. She tried to squeeze it, but she had no ability to move it at all. It felt like a warm bronze statue in the summer. The flesh was unyielding to her at all. Yet - she felt it move, but only at Tait’s whim. Tait smiled more broadly as he saw her reaction. She moved her hands, trying to feel any soft spot, any weakness, any spot at all that felt like flesh and not rock. There was none. “Oh my God, Tait, Kane, it is SO BIG and HARD. I mean you had hard muscles when we were in school but nothing like this. Tait, you must be the strongest person ever in the gym. Jeez.” “Go ahead and hit it a bit if you want. It’s the same.” Lacey obeyed, fawning as her slight pops became harder and harder into slaps and then into punches. For a girl, Lacey was very strong and fit and knew how to throw a punch from her classes at the gym, Yet all she felt was a sting in her own hand as hit after hit did nothing but make Tait smile at her. “Fuck.” She said under her breath. “I don’t think I could make a dent in this with a baseball bat, Kane. It’s like all the muscle on your whole body is in this one arm. Your muscles have never felt like this. Your muscles are nothing like this. I bet if he squeezed you he could crush you. Wow.” She said under her breath. Tait laughed, “I take it you approve.” “It is the most manly muscle I have ever, ever felt. You’re right Tait. I never need to feel another muscle on a guy again. No one else will ever measure up. I can’t wait to see you put these football guys to shame in the 49ers gym. Can we go Kane, please. I really want to see Tait embarrass a few of those fucks I remember from school.” Tait was still flexing for Lacey, Lacey still feeling, and Kane … Kane still in utter awe. Kane would have felt offended that Lacey flatly said that she would never want to feel his body again after feeling his Dad’s but - he couldn’t. He had hugged his Dad earlier. He had felt his Dad’s body. And seeing this… he wondered if Lacey’s comment wasn’t true. He certainly could never build what his Dad had. He wished he could. He wished he could do ANYTHING to come even close to that. But he had no idea how. And Kane felt… something. Something like gravity. A pull toward SOMETHING... Kane never betrayed the gravity he felt toward his father’s muscle display. “I guess Lacey, if you want and if you are sure, Dad. I’ll go.” “Absolutely. I’ll call Roger Goodell and make it happen if I have to. He owes me a favor anyway. And… thanks for indulging and letting me show off just a bit Matty.” Kane groaned and Lacey looked up at Tait, even as he pumped his arm a few more times under her roaming hands. "Who is Matty?" Kane just looked down, his whole body seemingly turning red in embarrassment. Kane sighed. "Me. That’s what mom and dad called me as a kid. I went by Matt everywhere else except my family called me Matty - until I started using my middle name Kane in college. Guys back on the high school wrestling team heard Dad call me Matty, and the name stuck like glue." Tait looked a bit sheepish. "Damn, son. I’m sorry. There I go telling old men stories. It's just one of those old habits. I know how you feel about Matty." Lacey smiled and chuckled. “I, however, just got a little bit of leverage in the war between the sexes.” In a tremendously cheeky bold move, Lacey bent over and planted a small peck kiss on Tait’s still flexed biceps - the only part of him she could reach as big as he was. “Thank you, Tait. I may have to use it sometime… Matty.” Tait laughed hard and Kane turned redder still. It was really one of those classic parent stories they tell on their kids but… there was something in Lacey’s eyes, on her face. Something. And then it was gone. Tait spoke up. “At least if I do it now, Kane, I won’t get in as much trouble. But I will try to keep that as private as possible. Anyway, It will be a pleasure to show off for you both. It has been a while since someone appreciated what I do with the players – and to the players.” Tait laughed as he slowly lowered his arm. Lacey’s hands hung in mid air for a few moments before she lowered them. She loved Matty… rather Kane like her life depended on it, but… She just HAD to feel that arm again - HAD TO - when she could tell Tait what she really thought - alone when Kane would not hear. HAD TO before Tait left again for New York. “What do you mean Tait,” Lacey said shakily. “What do you do to players?” Tait smiled. "You both were athletes at Stanford. Imagine someone like Christian McCaffrey being told he has to be interviewed by an NFL staff psychiatrist for potential draft teams. He is expecting some short fat dork who has never even taken an elementary school flag football snap to walk in. How do those athletes react when they see me come in and the first thing I do is ask them to do is to take me through their daily workout... and the dork doc beats their ass in every lift." Kane said in a not exactly joking manner after the name “Matty” came out, "Dad has always liked to lord his abilities over other players." Tait looked at them both. "No, it's not that at all. Yes, keeping up with them or beating them in the gym is an ego boost to me, and it hits their ego. But it also serves a purpose in my psychological evaluation of them. “As a rookie in the League, no matter who you are or how good a college player you are, being new in the League, in practice and games and the locker room, you face being physically out-performed and bullied a bit by teammates and rival players. We are all paid professionals, but it is testosterone-fueled men and there is a pecking order and can be pissing wars and dick length contests, at least metaphorically. It is part of tradition, and playing with the best players in the world. Some say I am in the running for the greatest tight end of all time, and it happened to me. I remember getting my bell rung once like I was Big Ben in my first game with Charles Woodsen. Once I got accustomed to the League, half the time some corner in the secondary tried to make a tackle on me and they just bounced off. But that first year or two, I still got flattened more than once and reamed by the locker room and the coaches for it. “By me being a doctor and a retiree and still beating their lifts, I get to see in a small way how they will deal with adjustment to the League psychologically. Can they roll with it and adapt to not being Big Man on Campus anymore and be willing to learn or do they fold and wash out? It's important to see how they will react when I trash talk them a bit, since that will show me how they will take that trash talk in the locker room or that coach ripping them a new asshole for missing an assignment. They also tend to open up to me.a lot more after seeing proof that I really did play in the League. That, though I'm a doc now, I still know the NFL on the field and in the locker room - and could maybe still play if I wanted. That confidence and trust in me is important to get to their true feelings and attitudes and how those will gel with the various clubs and team cultures around the League." Lacey was utterly enchanted getting to hear some of Tait’s intellect and mental prowess at work. But even Kane understood, maybe for the first time in his life, that what he so often saw out of his dad wasn't just being a jock. He remembered what it was like to be called Matty by his teammates. How he sometimes felt belittled by it. Like a tiny boy when he would lose some practice matches or get out worked in the gym or starving to come in on weight. It gnawed at him so much so he changed his name. And the locker room at Stanford was even harder… he could nigh imagine what being a rookie in the NFL was like. The millions spent on one person - if they crumbled like he had crumbled at this lunch seeing so many innocent things as an attack. He understood. It made sense. Tait was doing them a favor by out performing them. Kane knew - he would do the same thing himself for the same reason if he had his Dad’s ability and prowess. Kane’s respect for his Dad expanded at that moment - he was more of a proper man than even he understood. The gravity toward his father increased… “What else do you do for the NFL?” Lacey asked… And so it went as the trio had a wonderful lunch. Lacey drove the conversation, pressing for more and more information about Tait. Tait, happily engaging and observing. And through the entire lunch, Lacey’s hand - whenever she could - touching and feeling Tait’s hard muscles when she thought Kane wouldn’t notice. Tait, having been told that it was no longer crossing a boundary, allowing Lacey to explore to a point. And Kane - gaining more and more appreciation and admiration. Kane’s resistance to the force that pulled him toward his dad slowly collapsing. Kane’s ability to resist his father in anything - slowly crumbling. The feeling… disturbing feeling, slowly increasing. The conflict that had slapped him in the face with the force of a steel chain to the mouth - slowly growing. But, finally, as it always does, the lunch came to an end. After Tait took care of the bill, the three of them walked through the door, and then stood outside. Tait first embraced his son. “I will be in town all week, son. I want to see you again, anytime I can. If not before the trip to the gym, then how about after that. I would really like a little father-son time if that is OK.” Tait then made his son look up as he looked down into the softer male face. “Maybe lunch or dinner, just you and me.” Tait’s tone was obvious - a time when Lacey was not there and when Kane would be a lot less defensive. And Kane could talk openly. Kane thought for a minute and nodded yes. He had never truly been able to say no to his Dad for long. He had never seen anyone who had truly been able to say no to Tait Holden. Then Tait turned to Lacey. “And you, young lady. Thank you for the wonderful meal and wonderful conversation. And I can’t wait to get to know you better as well.” “I can’t wait either, Tait.” Lacey said. The giant embraced the beauty queen, and the beauty queen returned the hug. Tait noticed something that no one could ever see given his size. Lacey - sure, she was hugging him. A hug that was a little too tight, a little too close, hands moving a little too much. She was feeling more than just his muscle again. She was leaning into him, like trying to draw strength from him. For what purpose unless it was – Tait felt her small hand slide just down just a bit. Too far down. The hand went over his hard glute cheek. Feeling, exploring. Kane could not see what she was doing given his massive frame. Tait did what he had done all night, only this time half out of reflex and half out of showing off. He flexed his glutes under her hand. The hand found them particularly impenetrable, as she traced lines until she found the entrance to one of his back pants pockets. The hand slid inside. Tait felt something… and then the hand withdrew and slid back up onto his low back. She pulled back, looked up, and gave Tait a strange, knowing glance. She then took Kane’s hand as if nothing had happened. As the three left the restaurant and Tait started for his car, Lacey could not help looking at Tait’s huge size 18 boots. She happened to wonder for a moment if the old saying was true, as she glanced down to Kane’s size 7 shoes… *** Tait got to the passenger door of the 49er’s team car and opened it. It was only then that he reached his hand into his back pants pocket. His fingers discovered a folded piece of paper. He withdrew it and opened it. Written there was a note - when had she had a chance to write this? - Was her hand feeling his leg, trying to get to a front pocket but was unable? Either way, she was good. Very good. “Tait - Please contact me ASAP. I need to see you again urgently. But text only. 123-555-1212. Please do not call. And PLEASE - Don't tell Kane. - Lacey” ***
  2. Dedicated to a certain M/F writer You warned me what would happen if I started taking it. I sort of believed you, but I didn't believe that it would work in the first place. How many fake ads were there online that claimed to be able to grow your cock and increase your musculature overnight. When you bought those pills, I laughed, VirilX, came from some unknown distributor in a cheap little bottle, a dozen capsules. Each one was supposed to make any man stronger and way more potent in bed. They rolled around in the bottle like candy, but they didn't look like pills as far as I was concerned. So, we sat there, kissing, making out. You always turn me on so fucking much. Short, I was already a foot taller than you, but you have curves in all the right places, such kind eyes but they burn with passion whenever you're fucking me, and you absolutely know how to ride me to get me to bust all over those delicious tits of yours. But compared to me, I'm a string bean against your toned and fitness model body. You had been edging me to get to the gym, and I had started to go just to get some cardio so I could keep up with your frantic fucking in bed. You fucked like a rabbit, and each time I came, it felt a little weak, but you said, adding a few pounds of muscle here and there and I'd be rocking you in the sack instead of the other way around. But you said I hadn't made enough progress, and that's why you were shaking the bottle, running your delicate hand against my trim stomach, grinding your crotch against in those yoga pants that turn me on so much, your breasts pushed up against my non existent chest. You had rushed home after your workout, covered in sweat and I could practically feel how wet you were through my shorts. You jumped on top of me, riding my lap as I watched TV. Something had you going, and as I grew harder and harder you wordlessly popped the pill in your mouth and kissed me. I could feel the pill hit me as it worked its way down. My throbbing was getting stronger as I kept kissing you, pulsing, changing. My cock was threatening to completely tent my boxer briefs as it pushed up between your cheeks, my hands pulling down that zipper of your sports bra and my mouth clamped down on your hard swollen nipples. Something overcame me as I started breathing harder, my hands clawing at your ass and your tits as I groped you, my cock feeling like it wasn't truly hard, but I could feel it stretching out my gym shorts to their limit. I hadn't felt this fucking horny since I was a teenager, I practically growled as I kissed your neck and lifted you to feel how fucking hard I was, my shaft contained only by the little clothing between us. Then I heard it, a stitch popped, something snapped and I think I felt you gush. I roared as my cock tore out of my underwear, my balls feeling the oppressive tightness too and followed suit as they outgrew the tight pouch. Simultaneously you bit your lip and watched my body as it slowly changed from a thin wiry guy and started really packing on pound after pound of muscle. I didn't really have any fat, but what fat was there melted away, each group stretching and tearing before repairing itself in breathtaking speed. Every muscle, writhing under my skin as it began forming inhuman cords of bulging muscle, thick and veiny, each part made to fuck. My hands seemed bigger, thicker, fingers longer, I grabbed your yoga pants and with a little effort tore them apart, your little manicured fingers feeling my softball sized bicep, and doubly thick horseshoe tris as I made quick work of the rest of your clothes, tearing them into a heap of cloth on the floor. You worked your way up to the definition of my shoulders, my delts turning into cannon balls, my pecs surging forth into monstrous slabs of beef. Everywhere you touched grew on command. My lats flared out into cobra like wings, my stomach formed a slate of thick cobblestone abs, first four, then six, and finally nearly eight visible boulders. My neck thickened as you struggled to hold on, as you felt my neck slowly disappear into my newfound traps, I felt the sagging couch begin to creak and then give way altogether. I didn't even have to touch you to know you came again at the thought. My legs, well, the pill made sure I didn't look like I skipped leg day as each thick cable of muscle surged into existence, crisscrossed by a network of veins that would make a bodybuilder proud. My gym shorts turned into compression ones as my butt and my thighs filled them out to bursting. Finally, it seemed you left the best for last, my cock, it was already bigger than before, but now it was gaining a girth that would make you struggle, make you pant, and each veiny thick inch of it would be absolutely made to fuck the lights out of you. My balls kept up in proportion as my sack sagged down, the heavy tennis ball sized testicles churning with so much cum I could practically feel them wriggling within. As the transformation tapered off. I only looked at you with a sexual hunger I never knew existed. I was now changed, a man made to fuck. Made to make little sluts like you cum on command, I was looking at you like a lion looks at its prey. With one swift grip of my hands I picked you up and threw you down on the remains of the couch, my double digit shaft now leaking a steady stream of thick pre-cum, your slick little cunt oozing down your thighs as I pushed it up against the lips, looking for your approval to take you and make you my submissive little gym bunny. My newfound wide, shredded back blotted out the light, so I could barely see you, but I could make out your little nod. I pushed it in, and you met your newfound muscular god.
  3. RoseConspiracy

    CompoundX

    "Fuck, I hope this works," you mutter as you slam the now empty syringe on the table next to your laptop. At least ten vials of CompoundX litter the floor around you. You know I'll be pissed, but you don't care. You had seen enough when you stumbled into the venue where I worked by accident. You flip open your laptop and quickly find what you're looking for on Pornhub. A few seconds later you had unzipped your pants and pulled out your semi hard cock. If you had bothered to look at the warnings on the vials, you'd have read that sexual arousal was strongly advised against while under the effects of the neon purple liquid now coursing through your veins. You were also supposed to just start with one. Your head rolls back against the chair as you start to stroke yourself and watch the video. You swore you heard it creak, but a glance down at your still flat chest confirms you're the same size. Growling you stroke harder. You just want to be so goddamn big! Scratch that. You want to be gigantic. And then suddenly you feel it. Like a fever flushing across your skin. You could feel it in your feet first, which was odd. Shouldn't it start closer to the injection site? Maybe you should have waited for me. Your toes start wiggling uncomfortably in your boots. You think about trying to take them off, but your eyes are glued to the laptop screen. Watching the toned back muscles' on the fitness model, sashaying hips wrapped in a mesmerizing green silk– "Oh shit!" You blush as you blurt out rather loudly in the kitchen. Your toes bursting through the leather of your shoes. You dig your toes into the cold tile as they continue to grow and stretch across the floor. But it didn't stop there as your calves started to balloon as well. The fabric grows so tight around them before they simultaneously start to ride up and rip. Goddamn. You're getting taller too. Your filling ass cheeks have your entire body lifting upwards while your thighs also start to swell. It was like watching a can of biscuits explode as the seams on your navy uniform pants rip up the sides. The hard, veiny tree trunk sized legs that get revealed cause you to groan with pride. Your eyes dart back up to the screen, a glob of precum oozing down the tip, coating your hand. But you weren't done. Not even close. That's when you notice your shirt is starting to get tight. "Fuck," your voice dropping in timbre sends shivers down your own largening spine. It isn't abs, but it isn't a muscle gut either. You actually smile as you look down and rub your belly with your free hand. "The true belly of a monster," you growl. This can only mean one thing. You are definitely going to grow huge. Your hand trails up to your chest just as the buttons on your shirt start to fly across the room. "God yes. Bigger!" You roar. "Give me some fucking beefy, powerful pecs!" As if the CompoundX listens to your command, you growl in absolute ecstasy as they swell and overtake your still growing hand. It's then that you hear me. My heels clip across the tiles as I scurry down the hall. The sound of my keys jingling as I unlock the door has your eyes snapping away from the computer screen. Finding out that the Atlantis Gentlemen's Club was where I worked had led up to you doing this– pent up anger and rage, coupled with a twinge of jealousy. You growl loudly, deeply, as you continue to watch the laptop in front of you. Zipper down and dick out, your big, thick fingers struggle to wrap fully around the fleshy monster on display. "What the fuck?" I gasp. My eyes quickly dart from all the vials on the floor to your now herculean frame hanging over the sides of the chair you're sitting in. Goddamn. You seem to dwarf the entire room if possible. You glance at me and smirk, but only for a minute. "What-- what the hell is this?" I curse. "You grew without me?" I could feel my eyes narrow as I dropped the keys on the little table by the door. Your standard issue gun and leather holster laid atop it as well. You spare me another quick glance and your Adonis-like muscles flex as you continue to stroke your impressive length. You know your silence will only add to my anger, so you turn back to the screen. Hopping around on one foot while I wrench my shoes off, I finally move through the apartment towards you. Without even looking, you can sense my betrayal intensify at the sight of thick, pearly colored ribbons oozing down over the top of your hand. Heavy eyes turn upwards towards me and smugness pulls at your lips. You reach out for me but I pull back with a disgusted snarl. As I step between you and the table, I viciously snatch up the laptop. I had wanted to be jealous– or pissed. But it's my own routine on Pornhub that you are watching. I set the computer back on the table before slamming down the lid. "Tell me, who should be angry now?" You challenge. Your voice has taken on a deep animalistic tone that I'm certainly not used to. I shiver as you slowly start to stand up behind me. "You have over a million views!" You roar. Oh fuck. Goosebumps break out across my flesh– you tower over me and you still continue to rise. Heat envelopes me. Your shadow falls over me. I don't have to turn around to know you're smiling at the sound of my ragged breathing as your enormous shaft presses against my curvaceous back side. You can practically feel the electricity charging through the air as the tiny hairs along the back of my neck stand straight up. And without a shadow of a doubt, you're sure my nipples are standing at attention too. "I had no idea," I quietly confess. As I slowly turn around to face you, I now have to lean back just to make eye contact with you. "It's all over the internet," you growl. "And at least four other sites are playing your 'Queen of the Damned' act." As one of your large hands grabs hold of my ass, you roughly press me against yourself, my hands splaying across your massive chest for balance. "I don't like to share," you snarl. "And now–" you pause as you flex one of your gigantic vein riddled arms into a hard, massive mountain. "Now I won't have to play well with others either." Bending over, your mouth slants over mine-- your tongue swiping against my lips before forcefully demanding to explore every crevice. As you claim me with a new, savage possession, you can feel my tiny arms snake tightly around your thick neck. With a slight moan into your mouth, you know I've gone weak in the knees. Your massive arm snakes around my body, the peak of your impenetrable bicep digging into my soft flesh. "You want to dance on stage with a snake around you? Fine. I'll show you exactly what it's like to tango with a python." I pull back a little and you watch my eyes sweep down over every vein– every hard, bulging muscle. You bounce one of your pecs as you rub a giant hand across it. "And trust me baby. I only just started growing without you." As if on cue, your chest starts to swell further into my hands. I can't help myself, I bite down on my lower lip before tugging on your nipples. "Oh god babe. That feels so good!" Your voice deepens even further, causing me to shudder and gush between my legs. Within seconds my fingers move on to the waistband of your pants. I slowly slide the ruined dress slacks down over your muscled thighs. You can feel my arms reach behind you. My fingers greedily groping your rock-hard and still swelling ass. "Fuck yes," you groan. "I want you to feel every growing inch of me. I want you to feel me as I swell and grow too damn big." I lick my lips as your heavy balls churn with the thoughts of what could happen next. I begin massaging them with my hand, then I use two. Soon enough they're too big for me and I moan as your growing hand grips my pony tail. You tug on my hair, drawing my eyesight upwards. My god, can you even see me over those two monstrous pecs? Your manhood gives a slight twitch. The unbelievable pressure of your cock muscles being swollen so hard has you feeling like you could burst at any minute. You let out another growl before grabbing me by the back of my neck, pulling me to a standing position. "I want to see you. All of you," you snarl before easily and single handedly shredding my dress. Your strong hands excitedly cup my ample breasts before your beefy fingers roll my nipples between them. I can't help but moan and gush as you tease them till they’re hard enough to cut glass. Suddenly, my fingers delicately begin sliding along your enormous shaft. You hiss as your body swells and grows larger– even more powerful– your cock responding to my touch. The feeling of absolute dominance and strength, the thickness, and the pulsing need of desire all rests in my grasp. Shifting your weight back and forth on your feet, it's all you can do not to thrust yourself through my hand. You want to fuck my tiny fingers with your massive, powerful member. Your entire body quivers, his ever thickening prick looks so angry, huge and red. I attempt to palm your enormous balls with one hand, while my other slowly pumps the length of your monster shaft. You can feel your blood rush south as the stiffness gathers, coming further alive, getting hotter– harder. Your cock thickens impossibly as I stroke up and down, the length shooting up between us almost to your pecs. I lazily gaze up at you as your monster cock strains against my palm. As the head grows darker, I tease your tip-- the veins swelling all throughout your shaft. The pleasure is beginning to show on your handsome and relaxed face. I lick my lips for the hundredth time before glancing down at your prick standing straight up at full attention. "That gushing little cunt of yours will never be able to take me." You're probably right. I can't even grip you fully around the thick, muscular base. "Tell me just how wet you are," you demand. But I don't answer. I'm too busy smearing the globs of precum dribbling from your slit into your hard sensitive flesh. I let out a gasp as your strong fingers shove my lace panties aside. "I'll just find out for myself then," you growl. I tremble as you dip one thick finger inside me, then two. Oh god, they're so big. And you keep separating them stretching me out. I gush right into your palm. "Good girl." I whimper at the loss of your fingers, but you lift your monstrous hand to your mouth and drink. "Oh fuck," you moan. Your body violently shudders and you step back before letting out a roar. I try to pull away but you're too big, too powerful. Your hand locks around my wrist, keeping my fingers gliding up and back down your cock. Your traps rise, nearly devouring your neck as your head brushes against the ceiling. The floor under me shakes as you take a step, adjusting your stance as your thighs, cock and balls fight each other for space. You chuckle deeply as you lean forward. Your chin resting against your monstrous pecs. I see you bite down on your bottom lip, but the groan still escapes. One of your huge hands roams all over me, pinching my tits, grabbing my ass– while the other explores the broad expanse of your own hairy chest. You had underestimated how good it would feel. To have my tiny, delicate hands on your body, on your nipples. You let your hand travel down the happy trail of your hard stomach before grabbing a fistful of your own thick and powerful cock. I have you so fucking tense, shivering with desire. But you want more. Your mouth attacks mine again as you thrust your hips slightly, running your pole forcefully between my curled fingers. I stroke you faster, my hand caressing you from the incredibly thick base to the drooling tip. The thought of my fingers slick with your own sticky precum makes you growl. You lean down with one hand and grab a fistful of my breast so hard that I wince. "Worship me." You snarl as you raise the other gigantic arm right in my face. "Fucking worship these huge, powerful muscles." I lean forward, my tongue darting out to lick the veiny peak. "Yes! Fuck!" You growl the obscenities as your massive hand grips my waist. I feel my feet leave the ground, my eyes widen in shock at your power– your immense strength. You don't stop lifting me till your mouth is level with the stiff peak of my breast. Your lips curl around the sensitive tip and you can't help but smile when I let out a gasp in pleasure. With renewed frenzy my hand starts gliding faster. Your shaft writhes as I add a second hand and your chest coats with a sweaty sheen. As your pulse races through your cock, a deep masculine moan that rattles the windows tears from your chest. "Fuck, yes. Oh god. Fuck!" Your cock grows hotter and hotter-- your balls start to draw up. The pressure is building, hot power oozing as a precursor from your tip. As the sweat pours from your body, you know you're almost there. "Fuck!" You shout, every muscle in your monstrous body tenses up. Writhing– gasping– moaning– thrusting. All of a sudden, your cock gives a mighty jerk and a hot surge of cum rockets between us. It explodes and continues gushing forever before splashing down your gut. With another tremendous quiver, the flexing cock shoots out a second stream, this one landing between your bulging, sweaty pecs. As you moan and wiggle your ass, at least four more blasts of cum explode over my hand. You move with my ass in your hand to go grab a towel and wipe yourself off but I stop you. I look up at you, eyelashes fluttering over hooded eyes. Suddenly my tongue swirls down and laps up the cum that had pooled along your muscled body. When I'm finished, you grip my chin. "That was fucking incredible." Your deep voice vaults about the room. You look down and my eyes widen as they follow your gaze to the still rock hard monster pulsing between us. "We don't have to have sex," you smirk, "but I at least want to see if it fits." ☆ Don't forget to like and follow! Twitter: @hstrikes3 ☆
  4. LionBUff

    Stuck Inside

    STUCK INSIDE By: LionBUff Jake woke up to splitting pains running through his waist. He was a male fox that weighed nearly four times as much as the average fox. His hips felt like they had been crushed by a train and his testicles felt like they had been milked until they were raisins between his legs. He couldn't even feel his cock at all. He opened his eyes and looked down. Jake had been working out his whole life, he never skipped a day at the gym, he never went easy on himself, and it showed. He slowly and gently ran his paw down his peaking line of stomach muscles and softly grabbed his testicles and rubbed them in circles while pulling them towards him. Jake treated his sore orbs as if they would fall from the next gust of wind blowing against them. He couldn’t help but notice a strong feminine scent as he rubbed his painful genitals. He looked around the room as his tired and watery eyes adjusted to the morning light. He noticed a female fox on his bed. He must have met her at the gym because she was just as fit as him. Finding someone as well fit as her would have been near impossible at any old bar. Her body was more than defined in all the right places. He noticed a pool of white dripping from the center of her legs. Her feminine cave looked like a mouth vomiting a cow's worth of milk. Jake wondered if she, for some reason, spilled milk just above her vagina and let it drip down her lower lips and onto the bed. Or maybe the slimy white goo was lotion she rubbed between her legs to soothe an unbearable level of stretching her genitals had never taken before. He figured that this was closer to the truth than he probably realized. As he inspected her round figure for clues he noticed her arms stuck behind her head. Jake didn't think anything of this mildly uncomfortable-looking sleeping position till he noticed a shine from behind her head that looked like she was wearing a silver bracelet. He soon discovered that the bracelet was actually a pair of handcuffs linked to the bed frame. His eyes adjusted and a black mass on her left (from his view) breast. He wiped the watery haze off of his eyes to get a better look. The black mass was a tattoo that read "SARAH" with her nipple in the center of the "R." The SARAH tattoo covered the top half of her left the longways. The tattoo looked like it could be fake as multiple fingerprints were smearing the bottom of the word. He assumed that this was her name because no hearts or romantic decorations were hinting at any lover connections. The font resembled old English which reminded him of Shakespeare but there were no hearts or anything else. He felt bad for Sarah and got up to look for the key. He wasn't quiet about it at all hoping she would wake up to find this massive male doing his best to free her. He knew how scared he would be in her shoes. He first checked their clothing. He checked his obviously too small for him gym shorts and found nothing. He checked inside a pair of cheap knock off high heals bedazzled in pink and dark red velvet cheap jewels to find nothing. The noise of him throwing the few clothes they had on the floor woke her up. Sarah opened her eyes to see Jake searching through her clothes. She was too tired to say anything. She couldn't let out anything more than a soft startled moan. Jake heard the quiet moan and immediately felt bad for her. If the white puddle soaking her vagina was the lotion he thought it was, and if her memory was half as hazy as his, she must be terrified. "I'm just trying to find the key to set you free I swear!" Jake wanted to be as calming and peaceful as possible. "Eh... thanks." Sarah started feeling the handcuffs as she found herself unable to move everything above her belly button. "You don't remember where it is... do you?" Jake asked Sarah staring at the white mess between her legs. She tried to think about last night and any little detail she could remember. This thinking helped her wake up. The more awake she felt, the more she noticed a stabbing sensation in her uterus. Deep against the right (from Jake's view) side of her womb was an uncomfortable series of small points poking her inner body. It wasn't the most painful thing her womb had felt by a long shot, she had taken many objects and many men many times bigger than those objects. However, she knew that the series of slightly sharp stabbing pains was the same size and texture of a key. She shook her waist around to loosen the object. The smooth sides of the small object bouncing around further confirmed her fears. It had to be a key. "In here," she said just loud enough to catch Jake's attention. He turned around to see Sarah displaying herself. The white droplets flew off as she flexed and danced her feminine cave as if to clean it off for him. "WHAT?" He had an idea of what she was saying but he assumed that she just wanted a quick wave of pleasure before he finished looking. He was worried she just wanted him to stick himself in and calm her nerves for a little. "It's in here, I can feel the key rubbing against my guts." Sarah was secretly worried that the key hiding that deep inside of her would be an issue. She thought it would be impossible to get it out. Those fears washed away as her internal bodily fluids lubricated the path to the key in response this his own genitals preparing to retrieve the key... stretching to a throbbing length that would be more than enough. If anything, he would push it in further. Even if he did push it further, Sarah thought, Jake would open her up so wide the key was guaranteed to fall out. He may even gap her entrance open so much that her ovaries would drop out too. "It's up inside... inside... you?" Jake rubbed his sore balls with his hands signaling for them to recover as quickly as possible. His cock went from mostly soft to a partially firm noodle... one that was clearly wet but had some strength to it. His body wasn't sure how hard jake should be but it was preparing itself. "See for yourself... if you think you can get up there that deep?" Jake felt his knees and head lighten and his cock gained what felt like half a pound of blood. His veins around his cock flexed out. Jake grew a third arm that was ready to fetch that key and free Sarah. Jake knew standing around and watching Sarah was a waste of time. He just hoped whatever lotion was puddling under the vagina bouncing in front of him wouldn't stain his sheets. He crawled onto the bed and aligned his muscular well-fit figure with her equally well fit body. Sarah opened her legs until her thighs nearly made a perfect line. She pushed her feet into the bed and raised her opening up to him. She was ready to get off the bed but was also ready to see just how wide she could open up. she wanted to feel the morning air soothing her body wherever it was stabbing her. She felt like she could absorb a cruise ship. She felt like she was taking a cruise ship. She felt herself opening her legs beyond a split. Her breathing was interrupted by a pulsing mass pushing her lungs into her chest. Her chest was big enough to hold her lungs, and she felt like it would as jake slid it. Sarah thought a horse was punching her vagina... in fact... she wished she was taking a horse. Jake was worried that he would only push the key deeper while he slid further and further with multiple inches to go until his knot touched her at all. He was worried until his knot made its presence known with a tremendous slap followed by Sarah vocalizing her hormones taking over. Jake couldn't feel anything except Sarah's vaginal cave gripping the life out of his dick. "Am I close," He asked swinging his body side to side causing his cock to sweep her womb like a broom. His cock was throbbing like a deadly earthquake against the upper walls of her womb creating tidal waves in her stomach. She could hardly enunciate through her body trying to survive this enormous penetration. She tried to tell him that she could feel the key sitting under his cock. "Under... lower... try again!" Jake pulled himself out hoping that Sarah would be able to tell him what to do then. A long, deep, slimy flushing sound resonating from her vagina made startled both of them. The echoing of her internal fluids sliding against his beast of a male tree truck aroused both of them even more. "Are you ok?" Jake was afraid that he was too much for even a girl like Sarah. "When you go back in, go in lower, the key is sitting on the bottom of my womb." Jake slid the first five inches in, then angeled himself so that the edge of his dick faced down at a thirty-degree angle. He held this angeled position as he moved in. The new angel made Sarah open wider and wider. She thought she would stick her own arm up her vagina and would barely notice anything. The rims of the hole that spat out Jake's slimy seed searched Sarah's internal body like a blind person looking for their glasses. It looked for anything to grab onto. The skin around Sarah's belly button rolled around. Jake's meat pushed against her skin so much that even his veins could be seen around her lower torso. "GOT IT!" The tip of the key slipped into the tip of his cock and poked the inside of his tube. Jake tried to pull the key out, but all of the bodily fluids flowing inside Sarah's guts made it impossible for the key to stay inside his cock. He calmly thrusted forwards to grab it again but each attempt was as useless as the last. "You've... almost... got... it." Sarah was overwhelmed with horny compulsions but she felt like she was almost free. Jake wasn't ready to give up. He was determined to free this incredibly impressive woman no matter how many thrust it took. After a series of gentle thrusts, Jake new the calm rout wasn't going to work. He would have to use the abs and glutes built like a bull to scoop the key out. "Hold on," Jake panted. "No... I was planning on running away," Sarah said with a subtle sarcastic laugh. This laugh quickly turned into screams filled with pain and passion as Jake turned into a plowing machine hurling his dick against her guts full steam ahead. He gave each powerful plunge into her body all the explosive power his massive body could spark up. Jake showed no signs of slowing down as his waist flashed up and down like an orange blur. The slurping of his still-growing freight train filled the room with what sounded like a muffled war. Sarah felt something deep inside her hole clamp down on Jake… as if she were a fish biting a squirming worm. Sarah felt something deep inside her hole clamp down on Jake… as if she were a fish biting a squirming worm. Each time Jake entered her waist she clamped down a little tighter. Jake had been proving himself to be a big buff dominant male fox with deep growls that made Sarah quiver. His groans resonated from the biggest parts of his chest. These groans faded into moans that were nearly as high pitched as Sarah's as her vagina grabbed his cock tighter and tighter.. Jake was enjoying Sarah's internal grip more that Sarah was enjoying her ovaries being treated like a punching bag. Jake didn't know how to react to her body grabbing him like this but he wasn't complaining. Soon Jake was using more force than usual to move himself around Sarah's slimy cave. The tight grip eventually caused Jake to cum inside her in half the time it usually took him. After he squirted all he could he kept his meat inside Sarah and leaned in to cuddle her while he caught his breath. The two hugged, soaking up the others' incredible body shape. Jake sank into her chest like a heated mattress and Sarah let Jake sink onto her like an overweight blanket. "Did you find it?" Sarah asked squeezing Jake into her body so tight she could feel the peek oh his abs inches above her spine. Jake wiggled around without saying a word hoping to find the key with his cock which was still berried deep in her body. Sarah knew what Jake was doing and wondered if Jake really thought she wouldn't notice his heavy stump of veiny flesh roll around inside her. She didn't have time to say anything because her hormones took over her voicebox exhaling and groaning just as loud as before. "You sure it's up here and not somewhere else in you... maybe in a different entrance?" Jake nearly pulled out but the suction of her womb trapped him against her. "Kee... kee... keep looking! You're close." Jake was worried that he wouldn't be able to dig inside her again, at least not deep enough to help find the key, but Sarah's lustful screams and constant bouncing of her overgrown breast stiffened him right back up. It didn't take long for Jake to feel like he had a new batch of sperm ready to breed Sarah like a thirsty condom. Jake focused on cramming himself as deep as possible this time. He used each thrust to dig deeper, every thrust back out of Sarah was just Jake attempting to gain more speed in his next smack into her body. One shove created so much force that Jake suddenly found his testicles completely wrapped in Sarah's slick and piping hot hole. Jake felt the sudden grip on his orbs and expected it to be painful. Jake had already wedged her open so wide that she felt like she would never spread herself open wide enough for him, but her lower lips still seemed to try to suck his male milk more aggressively than a starving calf on its mother's utter. For some reason, the grip of Sarah's inner leg muscles on his testicles didn't hurt at all. In fact, the walls of her slippery warm cave was a massage soothing every vein from his pubic hair and upwards. Like her thighs were licking him and telling him to dump his next round of seed when he was ready. Jake figured that if he was going to have his entire mating mass inside Sarah, he might as well test her limits and just keep cramming himself up her stomach. Sarah closed her eyes and focused on keeping her raging hormones under control. Her feminine scent almost blinded Jake thanks to all of Sarah's desires filling her blood. He had reached past her ovaries now. Her womb thought she was somehow pregnant which made Sarah even more aroused as she imagined carrying a pack of his cubs in her womb. Sarah couldn't stop herself from moaning. Even her inhales emitted a rumble that sounded like desire itself. She couldn't annunciate any words but Jake knew exactly what she wanted. Once Jake was so deep that his balls were halfway up her vaginal tube he too lost control. Sarah had thought about nothing but breeding since Jake started his second round. Now, Jake's hormones were drowning out his thoughts. He felt veins flex out all over his cock. He felt his girth grow two inches. His head crawled out another three inches. Jake was so far inside Sarah that he was rubbing into the underside of her right breast. The right side of her chest flopped around just as fast as Jake was pumping his body into hers. Jake gave Sarah one final thrust harder than any other thrust all night. His seamen dispersed itself around her chest. His sperm cells swam up to her left breast and settle into her right. Jake didn't notice Sarah's chest swelling with his cum, he was to busy squinting his eyes and forcing Sarah's legs as far apart as he could. Jake stood there halfway up Sarah's body emptying all the male hormones and male milk Sarah's cries for seed had brewed in him. Sarah couldn't move anything but her eyes. She could only watch her chest rise and widen. Jake opened his eyes and wondered why the feminine lumps under him looked more like two squishy boulders than an actual female figure. Jake reached down and grabbed the left mound of her chest and squeezed, curious as to how they grew so fast. "Get the key?" Sarah asked catching her breath. "It may have fallen out while we were going at it." Jake suggested rubbing her inflated chest. He tried to pull out of Sarah and look around the bed hoping the key wasn't buried in too much of their mess. Sarah's muscles surrounding her tube flexed and squeezed Jake's dick before he could leave her insides. He couldn't even pull his balls out before they were gripped against her guts. Jake slid back where he was and tried again. Her muscles gripped his rod harder. Jake tried again and again to pull out but Sara’s mouth between her legs craved his sweet fertile nectar. “I don’t think it did, I can still feel it.” Jake was only a little disappointed by this news because he thought that either of the previous rounds would have knocked the key loose. Either that or her orgasm would have knocked it loose. “What should we do?” Jake didn’t think going for another round would do much but if she wanted another filling of his seamen he was happy to help.
  5. Omeganomicon

    The Dark Age of Brewler

    Chronicles of the Fungi Kingdom [So for the 5th anniversary thing, I went for a classic video game parody with more sinister and greedy nature] The Dark Age of Brewler Mateo looked up at the sinister castle once more, quaking in his shoes. It had been six weeks since the raid of Fungi Castle. A villainous terrorist attack by the neighboring kingdom, which had killed the king and queen and kidnapped their only daughter, Princess Pear. Mateo had no idea if the Princess was alive, but he had to try. He had to stand up to this clan of evil bastards who defiled every treaty and refused to engage in any discussion of peace. All they cared about was their master’s bidding… And quite frankly Mateo didn’t blame them… Their king, a fearsome alpha dragon, the first born in over 300 years, a beast known as “Brewler”... He struck terror into the very eyes of those that dared witness his powerful form. He was a monster, whom devoured kingdom after kingdom in his endless pursuit of dominance and power. Nothing can stop him. Over the years, tensions with Brewler’s kingdom grew higher and higher with the Fungi kingdom. While the Fungi Kingdom pursued scientific studies, tactics, and mathematics, Brewler’s kingdom was always one step ahead utilizing dark magic and forbidden ancient powers sealed away from the mortal world. Eventually once Brewler himself was trained and educated by a dark cult of mages and dark devotees, Brewler’s small kingdom almost overnight devoured every one of the neighboring kingdoms. It made sense that eventually, he would come for the Fungi people… It was just a matter of time… It was the height of the mycelium festival when they struck. For most of the kingdom the day started as a day of peace. A day of celebration. Then the beast appeared on the horizon. Followed by legions of airships led by dastardly crews of specialized fighters and notorious traitors of the former kingdoms conquered by Brewler. The battle was over in minutes, it was too sudden, too much too fast. Brewler simply laid waist to the castle, the town, and the walls, then sent in his head mage, a cruel and twisted bastard by the name of Kane. Kane knew the job he was sent in to do, and he liked it. He walked straight in, stole the soul of the former king, and imprisoned him in stone with an eternal unbreakable curse. He then allowed his men to take turns fucking the corpse of the former queen while he himself took their 23 year old daughter with them back to Brewler’s Castle. For Kane he took pleasure, not in the abuse dealt to the victims, but in the knowledge that the king’s soul will forever be trapped as witness to his wife’s murder and daughter’s abduction, unable even in death to find peace in the further… When Kane left, the few survivors of the slaughter convened and sought out every able body available and willing to help. Mateo, together with his cowardly brother Luis, and a legion of patriotic Fungi residents were tasked with the herculean task of recovering the princess and defeating the monster. They all knew it was a death march, but for them, the idea of turning their back on their country was more pain than being crushed by any dragon. Or so they thought… Mateo looked back at his squadron now… Four… Only four people were left. Himself, his brother, a young adul… no… a child, a fucking teenager by the name of Toah, and his older sister Toahanne. Mateo looked back at his crew and gritted his teeth. “This is it… This is the castle. We… We made it here... I… I don’t know how we did… I don’t know why we were spared while… So many more of us didn’t…” This made Luis snap. “What was the point?! What’s the fucking point of any of this? We can’t stop that monster! There was thirty of us when we left the castle Mateo, THIRTY! WE HAVE NOTHING! Even if we knew where the princess was in that massive death-lined stronghold, even if we got her out and back to the castle safe and sound just the four of us…. The fucking bastard will just destroy our whole kingdom again before….” “SHUT UP!” Toah screamed, glaring into Luis hard. “You going to tell me next Josh died for nothing? Or Jenny? DID MORTIMER DIE FOR NOTHING WHEN HE SAVED YOUR COWARDLY ASS FROM THAT BOMB TRAP?!” Toah ran away into the mist and brimstone. Toahanne glared at Luis: “Nice job asshole. TOAH get back here!” But before Toahanne could catch up to Toah, the ground cracked, and Toah shrieked as he began to fall deep into a subterranean cavern beneath, followed by the other 3. Mateo, for a long time, assumed he was dead. He must have been. That was a 100 foot fall into what must be rocks. But alas, in total darkness, he still felt… Alive. He moaned as he came into consciousness. Luis called out in the dark: “Mateo?! Mateo is that you?! Are you awake?!” “Luis? Is that you?!” “Not just him, Toah and Toahanne too. It seems we all survived the fall, but… We’re stuck.. Somethings sticking to us!” Mateo pulled out his personal lighter and lit it, upon doing so, the surrounding environment lit up in a dazzle of pseudo photosynthesis. Toahanne spoke up: This is a giant mushroom cave. It must be thousands of years old. These must be insanely prehistoric species… Mateo, do you think you can burn yourself out of that mushroom? I wouldn’t recommend touching these things in any way you don’t have to! Mateo, Luis, and Toahanne were all stuck on a northward facing mushroom close to each other, so it was easy for them to release each other. “How the fuck are we going to get out of here?” Luis wondered out loud. “Lets focus on freeing Toah fi….iiiiirrrrsst the FUCK!?!” Toah, whom just earlier today looked like this: 5’4”, scrawny build, almost no muscle. Was now towering over the other 3 as a 10’8 beast rippling with power. “WOAH LITTLE BRO!” Toahanne “Mah...ma… mia!” Mateo said in bewilderment. Luis simply fainted. “What… What did this to you?!” Mateo asked. Toah, somewhat dazed but mostly just distracted by the erotic sensation of feeling the power his body can exert, mumbles something about chewing. “What?” Toahanne barks, annoyed at her “little” brother. “OH..Uh… It was the mushrooms I think, I tried to chew myself out, then I felt this weird stomach ache, and now I’m….. Really…. Really big…. FUCK!” Toahanne examined the mushrooms closer. “I wonder… It’s been theorized the reason we’re known as the “Fungi” kingdom is because hundreds of years ago, it was said mushrooms of that era were able to provide vast sources of power. The school and rest of the world always assumed this was a metaphor to show that a connected consciousness like teamwork and communication would be the strongest ally… But now… I wonder if they were literally just growing stronger from exotic molds….” “Is it going to wear off or something?” “It likely will. We should likely do some testing.” -------------------------------------------------------------------- Mateo, Luis, Toahanne, and Toah would spend the next two weeks in this cave of wonders, testing, experimenting, and documenting their finds. Luis namely searched for food outside while Mateo and Toah took turns being a guinea pig and being a watchman for enemy troops. Toahanne discovered 4 notable facts about the mushrooms in the cave. 1- All mushrooms will double one’s default size and mass upon first consumption. A 150lb man will become 300lbs for example. 2- The effects of eating a mushroom appears to only last a few hours. You’ll retain the size difference until a mushroom is completely passed through your digestive system. 3- The mushrooms do not change effects based on volumes of present material. One mushroom of any size will make you X times as tall or strong. 4- The mushrooms seem to multiply rapidly, but will only occupy muggy or damp areas with little or no light. Mateo peered over the notes and looked at Toahanne. “Do… Do you think this will work?” Toahanne sunk her head. “Its hard to say… there are four of us and if we’re all massive we might stand a chance against a one on one with Brewler… But with his legions of magic and militaristic forces growing by the day…. I can’t be certain of anything.” Luis returned from running errands outside the cave and spoke for the first time in days. “...If you can get us all as big as Toah… I think I might have a plan to kill that monster.” And with that, our four heroes drank in celebration of their new plan, regained hope, and powerful new bodies. Mateo. Luis Toah And Toahanne ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- King Brewler drank viciously from the chalice of wine in his hand as the new prisoner was brought forth. “Who is this?” He asked menacingly. “This is princess Lilly, of the Sandafarian Kingdom overseas. A token of how far your power reaches now my lord….” Some sniveling underling answered. Brewler extended his massive muscular arm and inspected the princess with his claws. “Ugg… Is this really all they have to work with in Sandafaria? What a pathetic excuse for a princess. Flat chested, covered in makeup… Honestly how am I going to skewer this bitch across my cock?” Lilly gasped in fear as she gazed at the beast’s massive swinging package. That thing was easily four times the size of her own body. “Please… Please don’t do that…” she whimpered in fear. “Oh… well you have nothing to worry about then… As I was saying you’re ill fit to provide me with a new generation of children…. I suppose you’ll make a nice appetizer instead!” The bastard laughed with the rest of the room as the princess was effortlessly pulled from her steel shackles and dangled above Brewler’s reptilian jaws… And dropped. However, before she could be eaten, a hunky man in green swooped down from the roof and caught her mid-fall. “Woah there, can’t have a fine flower like you becoming an orderve.” Lilly was mesmerized by the situation, but before she knew it she found herself kissing any part of the mysterious stud she could and repeating “THANK YOU! THANKYOU! THANKYOU!” over and over as she did. “I ah… I gotta go save my kingdom and kill this lizard bitch and you should try to get out of here… And if I survive… Hit me up Ok? Name’s Luis.” Lilly starred in bewilderment at her green knight before turning to escape the castle. Down below, Luis saw Toah and Mateo speaking with the beast as Toahanne got into position. “Ah ha ha ha ha…. I must admit… Mateo… Your reputation precedes you… Stopping my tanks, infiltrating my supply lines… You’ve been quite the thorn in the side of my operation into the Fungi kingdom… Although I must admit I see why… You’re much more a king than any of those other losers who stood in my way… I offer you one chance and one chance only. Join me now, and bask in the riches, women, and power I can offer you as one of my generals, or continue this ridiculous idea of challenging me, and perish where you now stand.” Mateo spit at the thought of betraying his home like that. “Then you will die.” The dragon king said as he grinned evilly. Toah and Mateo looked at one another one last time, then bolted in separate directions. Brewler turned to his forces: “kill the other one, he’s of no entertainment for me, but none are to lay a finger on Mateo… That’s my kill. Absorbing his strength by consuming him seems… Delectable.” Before leaping and bellowing after Mateo. Mateo ran from hall to hall as fast as he could, with the relentless monster always hot on his trail… That’s when he saw it… Two days prior, Luis ran a perimeter on the castle, in doing so, he found one particular chamber filled with lava from the outside volcano, suspended right over a sturdy but destroyable bridge. And now, after running for quite a while, Mateo turned and looked the beast square in the eyes. “So long you fucking turtle.” Mateo pointed behind the beast as it stared at him in confusion, there stood Toahanna, with a pair of gardening shears clasped firmly around the bridge’s support. And with one easy thrust, snapped it in two. With an angry roar, Brewler fell into the molten abyss beneath him. As he struggled against the lava, it hardened across him and melted his flesh. Mateo couldn’t believe it… He’d done it! The beast was dead! That’s when he saw a sight that would haunt him most of all. The bones below him turned to him and smiled. “You think you’ve won? HA! You may have defeated me, but you’ve won nothing. The Dragon clan will rule this world long after you and your pathetic Fungi kingdom have given up all hope! Soon, my reborn body will reside on a throne sculpted from the remains of your loved ones! Enjoy the calm before the storm…. “Hero of the Fungi Kingdom… Muahahhahaaaa.aaaaaaaaaaaaa…………” They finally finished as the bones themselves turned to ash. That was it. The Beast was defeated. Mateo and Toadanne quickly ran back to the throne room. Inside Luis and Toah were surrounded by a pile of unconscious minions. A few of the remaining generals turned towards Mateo with surprise. “Wh… Where is lord Brewler?!” “Dead.” Mateo said with a chilling firmness. There was a laugh in the audience of minions until they realized their master was not appearing to challenge Mateo. Suddenly, a lieutenant stepped forwards. “Well fuck this! I only enlisted because that monster said he was going to kill me if I didn’t join him! Fuck the Dragon Clan!” Soon the whole room was in thunderous applause as the few native Dragon clan members were taken prisoner. Mateo looked around the dungeons as he searched for Princess Pear… But he couldn’t find her… Luis finally caught up to Mateo, embraced him and then gave him an update: “With the exceptions of a few legions of deployed minions, and Kane’s personal squadron, we’ve destroyed or captured all of Brewler’s minions and weaponry.” “And what of the princess?” Mateo asked. “The only place left to check is the southern Tower, where the monster himself resided.” Mateo dashed to the tower and raced up to the top. Inside was a grisly scene, demonic ritual elements, chains, whips, and suspended against the far back wall above Brewler’s giant bed, was Princess Pear. “PRINCESS!” Mateo shouted as he ran to rip the chains binding her from their bolts. As his immense strength shattered the last iron run in one pull, the princess leapt forward into Mateo’s arms. Kissed him, disrobed him, and soon… Explored the rest of his body. “The Reign of the Fallen Princess” Six weeks earlier* Princess Pear kept her eyes shut as she was lead into the throne room. This had to be a dream. IT HAD TO BE! The sinister snickers of Brewler’s minions sent shivers down her spine from across the room. When she finally worked up the courage to open her eyes, she saw she was accompanied by four other women, each one a captured royalty from a neighboring land. The wicked bastard who kidnapped Pear, Kane, was inspecting the princesses with weird measuring instruments. Eventually he got to Pear. “My my… The royal bloodline of the famed Fungi kingdom does not disappoint. Such sturdy hips, such tender legs, such a flexible torso… This is wondrous. I had no doubt the Fungi kingdom’s royal family would serve as a perfect incubator for the future of the Dragon Clan.” Kane snapped his fingers and the guards surrounded the four girls. “Only she is worth anything to us, do as you will with the others.” Kane snapped his fingers again, and thorny vines descended, clasping around Princess Pear forcing her to her knees to watch as her fellow royalty were beheaded and their corpses desecrated before her. The princess wasn’t sure when she lost consciousness, but awoke much later in a small dungeon. A cot, a latrine, a bowl of slop and a single mirror stood on one side of the room, and on the other side was the exit, guarded by a trio of snarling metal beasts. The beasts continuously lunged at the princess, but couldn’t seem to extend far enough to reach her, despite their apparent hunger for her flesh. Pear spent two days in that room, alone, with no contact. She eventually had to resort to drinking from the latrine as she’d grown too thirsty, thankfully she hadn’t used it yet. At sundown on the second day, the door to the princess’s chamber opened to reveal Kane. “It’s time to meet your new master my dear.” He said evilly as he commanded a pair of troops to restrain her as she was carried down out of her tower and lead into a dark ritualistic room illuminated by a series of glowing symbols on the floor In the shadows of the darkness she heard an evil voice she’d never forget…. Brewler… “Ah yes… I’ve been looking forward to this one... Kane, if you would.” Kane bowed and raised his robed hands, commanding the symbols on the floor to creep up the princess’s body, tearing her clothes and zapping her violently, enveloping her in an odd energy force. Brewler laughed menacingly before kane spoke again. “She is now protected by our magic sir… Her body, while no stronger, is now more elastic and resistant to tears. You may now begin your consummation… My lord… “ Brewler grabbed Pear violently and dangled her in front of him as he stood erect off his throne, giving her a birds eye view of his colossal member. However, in the very next minute, Princess Pear was horrified to see the massive member begin to rest between her legs. She screamed and tried to run, but couldn’t. “Good. Scream in terror. I love the feeling I get when I see someone cowering before me.” Brewler grinned. The magic did its job, and soon, princess Pear found her whole body being stretched over the king’s 20ft love muscle, being bucked wildly. The princess was lost in oblivion as her mind had been shattered. Such force, such size, such power. Ripping into her over and over at such violent speeds. Her body, immortally restrained, was in traumatizing pain. She begged for death. She couldn’t take it. It was as if a small car repeatedly filled her insides over and over. No mortal was meant to withstand such a feat. Her brain went into shock, refusing to let her lose consciousness, forcing her into a fever dream like trance where she could no longer move her body. This proceeded for hours, long into the night, until one of the timing candles from the corner fizzled out. Kane spoke up finally: “My lord. The magic is soon to wear thin upon the stroke of midnight, I suggest you wrap things up quickly.” Brewler smiled and flexed his body all over, his cock throbbing as it erupted with energy. The petrified princess lost track of the world around her as a vivid hallucination of a dark endless void consumed her vision. In her dream, Pear was alone in a white oblivion. The only thing she could see was a dark sphere in the center of the room, pulsating with odd noises. “Come to me…” The void hissed at the princess. The princess, frightened, ran from the figure, but found she could gain no distance running away from it. “I will set you free….” The void hissed again as bells began to chime quietly. “I will give you everything you desire…” The void echoed once more. “Just join meeeee…..” Was the last thing it spoke before Pear was snapped back into reality. The princess was alone, it was magic, and Brewler had left the room. Kane now stood before her. “Get up swine.” He commanded. The princess, wobbling, managed to crawl to her feat before Kane snapped her fingers and had the two guards escort her back to her tower. Two weeks later. The princess stared at herself in the mirror. Every day was exactly like the one before. She’d wake up, early, to the sound of Brewler leaving the castle. He’s return the following evening, and from after dinner to midnight, he’d fuck Princess Pear savagely like the monster he was. Pear’s mental health was gone by now. Her last shred of hope torn asunder. She’d felt that monster more than any other victim in his path, over and over. Nothing could stop him. This was her hell. The magic refused to let her die, and there was no escape. Pear had always lived a sheltered life, away from adversity. She wasn’t raised to receive this much stress, ever, much less repeatedly every night with no end in sight. Pear grasped the bloody remains of a former guard she’d pulled from the chained beast while it slept and moved its jaw up and down. “I’m going to do it.” She whispered to it. She giggled and kissed the skull, rubbing the top of it’s mouth with her tongue before whispering to it again. “I’m going to go to the void tonight. I’m going to let it into me. I mean… WHY NOT RIGHT?! IT’S NOT LIKE IT’S GONNA CHANGE ANYTHING AHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHAH!” She began to shout. Kane began to open the door behind her, triggering Pear to go into another laughing fit of madness as the guards carried her to the ritual chamber. Once more, Brewler decimated Pear’s body. And in the final moments, once more, Pear appeared before a sphere of darkness. “Let me in…” It called out. The princess’s eyes widened with madness. “YES! YES I LET YOU IN!! I ACCEPT! FILL ME WITH YOUR PRESENCE!” Suddenly the void reached out with demonic tendrils and absorbed itself into Princess Pear’s soul. Pear didn’t know what happened after that but awoke in her bed room. She arrose and walked to the mirror. She couldn’t explain it but somehow. She was different. Something… inside her had changed. She was more confident. But mostly, more accepting. “Ha… HA HAH HA HA HA! Yeeesss….” She moaned as she began to touch her aching sore body. I feel….Stronger today… the princess said to herself with a smirk. This confidence startled the three chained beast which growled, barked, and snapped at her repeatedly. She normally avoided this, but today she felt… In control of these beasts, and slowly began approaching the metal abominations. Kane came at the same time as always to fetch the princess, but when he entered her chamber today.. He was startled by what he found there. The princess was holding one of the metal beasts and standing over another. She caressed them both and whispered : “Mamma’s gonna be back soon, you two behave, or you’ll end up like your brother.” Before swaggering over to Kane with her hips popping with each step. Kane noticed that one of the beasts was missing. But upon closer inspection saw the beast’s teeth were dislodged and arranged into a small crown upon the princess’s head. “Coming Kane?” The princess beckoned as she proceeded to the chamber without him. The following days were much more pleasurable for Pear. She still detested Brewler for what he was, but began to enjoy the ride (literally). The void didn’t appear to her again. Nor did she expect it to. She knew where it was. The void was herself. Once she learned to love this dark side of her, she began to grow stronger against Kane’s magic bit by bit. He still could force her to do as he pleased, but his abilities seemed to favor Pear more. Vines would sprout more vampiric buds to lick her body. Golems and minions that would be summoned by magic took a more feminine form. But perhaps the most noteworthy change was Pears sudden encouragement to fuck the various minions of Brewler in addition to just the king himself. She would occasionally hurt or maim one or two, but inside she began to develop a thirst for their touch. Six weeks had passed sense she’d become Brewler’s prisoner now. She sat atop her bed, covered in the viscera of an unlucky guard, touching herself. She reflected upon her new life and frowned. “What’s the point? I may be finding the silver lining but it means nothing as long as I’m Brewler’s slave… But one day… Someday… I’ll break free of this prison… And when I do… I will make them all…. PAY!” ------------------------------ Mateo awoke to the sound of construction work outside. Figures they’d be repairing everything, what with all the damage to the town Brewler caused. It had been a glorious four days. Returning to Castle Fungi to a hero’s welcome, riches, liquor, women, and of course, the superhuman strength of the mushrooms they collected. Luis had become incredibly enamored with Princess Lilly whom he met during the raid on Brewler’s castle. Toah had risen to head of the mushroom guard. Toahanne had spent all of her time in the cave studying the ruins and mushrooms. As for Mateo himself, he enjoyed the princess’s “gift” to her rescuer, but afterwards she made it clear that Fungi Royalty wouldn’t allow her to “mingle” with the common folk, beith they a champion or not. Mateo spent the rest of his return in various pubs, but today, he would begin his new job as an elite guard of the military directly protecting the princess. He’d never be ready for what he would be asked to do. At first it was basic training, training in special weaponry, advanced protocols, and learning the various tactics of the castle’s defenses. Then, at the end of the day, the new recruits were all brought into a room in the back of the castle, deep in the dungeons. The princess herself attended as she lead in a group of 30 people in chains. Some of them were people knew, who grew up with him. The princess addressed the room: “New recruits, these traitors are charged with high treason by not fighting off the armies of Brewler with their last breath. The heinous loss of faith, will not be tolerated for as long as my bloodline rules this land. As a final test today, you all must execute these traitors. Fail, and you’ll be seen as a traitor yourself, and will join those with lesser faith.” The gagged prisoners begged and pleaded to the very end, and Mateo would never forget the look in their eyes that they gave him pleading for mercy. It haunted him at the core of his soul. What could he do? Hero or not, he couldn’t speak out against the princess. That night, Mateo met with Toahanne for the first time since the defeat. “Mateo! It’s late! I didn’t expect you.” Toahanne said with her muscular form hidden behind a thin robe. Mateo was quick and to the point: “I don’t want the princess finding out about those mushrooms… Look… Today I was forced to do some dark shit. I had no idea the princess was so ruthless. Toahanne nodded. “I think that’s for the best, what I found in the ruins isn’t good either. Apparently, mushrooms are just the first step in an even more powerful process to achieve what the elders referred to as “Nirvana”. “Nirvana?” “Yes, I… I don’t fully understand what that means or what you need to get there, but apparently it grants powers akin to that of one of the old gods. A power far beyond mere strength.” “We can’t let her get anything like that!” “I agree. We can’t let ANYONE get ahold of anything like that. Thankfully, the other components, a flower from the far east, and stardust aren't’ common items. And even if you had either of those, they won’t react with you unless you have the power of the mushroom.” ------------------------------------ Luis woke up again from a peaceful bliss in his princess’s arms. He’d made up his mind and discussed things with Mateo thoroughly. He would immigrate to Sandafaria, marry Lilly, and establish his legacy there. All he needed now was the signature of the royal family to start his new life. Luis was eager to get moving and so started off towards the castle alone. When he arrived, he was immediately brought into the Princess’s chambers. “Hello Luis, I don’t think we ever formally met, but I thank you for your dedication to the family and this kingdom.” The princess opened. “And I trust you know I’ll always be ready to defend my home kingdom, but I have a favor to ask…” “Then ask you may.” “I wish to immigrate to Sandafaria, I have fallen in love with a princess I rescued from Brewler and I want to start a life with her.” The princess frowned. “A pity…. But for a hero of the Fungi kingdom, how can I say no?” Luis smiled and took a knee to say “Thank you Princess” “But… Before I do.. I must ask you something Luis… How did you do it?” “Do what your highness?” “How did you beat Brewler? How did you have the strength to oppose that… beast? Don’t tell me it was blind courage.” Luis swallowed. He knew telling the princess was against Mateo’s wishes, so he had to rely on the discussed fib. “Gadzook’s lab recently developed a top secret serum for the war effort! Unfortunately the team that made it was killed by Brewler’s magic force.” The princess stood up and walked over to a crypt in the corner of the room, she opened it slowly and motioned Luis to approach her as she moved the heavy lid, exposing the insides. Luis’s heart stopped. Inside the crypt, rolling around on it’s own with no body… Was Toah’s severed head. “See it’s funny… This kid said that same thing a few days ago… But Gadzook’s lab has no record of a super steroid…. Now… I know you don’t want to join your former friend her would you? Because surely you know lying to the royal family is a sign of treason... “ The princess said with an ice cold stair. Luis could have ended it there. He could have just refused and maybe stopped this whole thing… But he was a coward, and instead decided to lead the princess to the cave of mushrooms. The princess eyed the truffles before consuming one eagerly. She felt an immense power growing within her pulse by pulse bigger and bigger, after a few minutes she looked down and saw her dress was torn asunder by the power of her muscular growth. The princess chuckled deeply as she explored the power of her new body. Beastly trunks that could lift whole vehicles. Breasts fit for a queen. An ass to match, errotic legs, and a rock-hard core. With this new sensation of power the princess re-emerged from the cave and grinned as she began to give orders. “Have my elite squadron start testing on this stuff immediately. I want this shit fueling the fungi military by the end of the week. The neighbors might think they’re safe now, but they’ll soon find Brewler was a tame puppy compared to the Queen of the Fungi Kingdom.” From the raptors above, waiting in silence, Kane grinned evilly to himself. ---------------------------------------------------------- “Fate is a fickle bitch isn't’ she…” Kane thought to himself. “The seed is planted properly, it will manifest soon…” Kane observed as he teleported away. “I must prepare for the ceremony before that thorn Mateo or his friends obtain the other two ingredients I used on Brewler. I expect it won’t take them long to located the burn blossom, Luis has already fallen smitten with the princess of its native land. That being said…. Obtaining stardust is much more difficult…. Hmm… I wonder if I can use them to my advantage…” ----------------- Mateo, Toahanne, Luis, and Lilly peaked out from their cabin briefly before looking back across the waters to their former home. Toahanne finally put down a paper from that morning. “New Fungi Kingdom Regime Launched, “The world will kneel before the Queen” chants an army of muscular super soldiers seen marching out of the castle.” “Those super soldiers are fueled by those mushrooms… They’ll destroy everything!” “There’s nothing we can do, even with our reserve supply, there’s hundreds of them and four of us…. And… Well… YOU SAW WHAT THEY DID TO TOAH!” Lilly crouched and hugged Toahanne as she sobbed, lamenting her brother’s death. Lilly finally spoke up: “We’ll reach Sandafaria in three days. When we get there I know of the exact garden Toahanne speaks of, it is hidden in the bowels of my castle. I am quite familiar with the flowers that grow there, but they don’t have any magical effect I’m aware of.” “You need to be under the effects of the mushroom to use the power of the burn blossom.” Toahanne explained. “I see…” Luis just stared into the abyss… “How did we fail… We saved our Princess, and now she turns her back on us… I wonder… If maybe… Brewler was meant to kill our Princess….” “Luis we couldn’t have known…” “Look, all I know is we started fucking with power untold and now it’s come back to reap revenge. That’s all…” Mateo hung his head and spoke: “We need a plan… A long term one…” Toahanne answered fiercely: “Simple, get the flower, get the stardust from somewhere, then use that power to kill that bitch. She needs to be stopped at all costs.” ------------------------------------------------ As the boat finally docked in Sandafaria, the group wasted no time in uncovering the power hidden in the burning blossoms. Mateo was the first trial subject. First, the flower seemed to stick to his skin, but quickly, Mateo realized this wasn’t the flower, but fire. A warm glow enveloped Mateo’s body as he felt every muscle twitch By the time the transformation was finished, Mateo was heaving as the pressure and heat building in his chest constantly. This build up was progressional, and eventually Mateo relieved himself by expelling fire from his fists. He felt relieved. It felt good to expend his power like this, to expel fire like if it were a normal daily task like taking a piss. Toahanne ran some tests will Lilly on Mateo and made some deductions: The mushroom’s effects in addition to increasing effectiveness, also have stabilized entirely, meaning muscle loss is no longer a threat. The subject appears to have the ability to convert kinetic energy from one’s muscles into heat energy, this appears limited based on the energy within a subject. The fire itself seems to act as a total negative substance to the flower however. Burning a subject will release the flower and mushroom energy inside. Regular fire does not have this effect. Luis, Toahanne, and Lilly all decided it’d be best to all be equipped with flower abilities, improving their bodies and sculpting them towards the path of power. Toahanne Luis Lilly: *Clap… Clap… Clap..* Was heard in the distance as Lilly finished her transformation. Finally Kane emerged from the shadows. “I must say I am astounded you few found the secret to the flowers… And before the new Queen I must say I am impressed.” “What the fuck is this psychopath doing here?! I thought he was in prison with the rest of Brewler’s goons!” Kane bowed his head. “You mortals are so simple. You with your infinitesimal lifespan, completely blind to the world of those who live beyond yourselves. It would make my life so much easier if you just gave up now…” Luis attacked, but Kane simply melded into the shadows and appeared on the other side of the room. “The world isn’t suited for such insignificant beings as you. Even your own princess understands that. Even now she perseus you, desperate to reach for more power however she may take it.” “Wait what?!” Toahanne shouted. “Oh yes yes… I’m afraid she and a small fleet of guards will arrive here tomorrow. God knows what she’ll do to you after she finds this place... Hmm… For me it matters not…” “Mateo, we gotta prepare the castle! The kingdom!” “That being said though, you’re real issue is finding stardust now isn’t it?” Toahanne glared angrily at the wizard. “Why are you here?” “Well I needed to scout some samples of this devine plant, and to offer an advantage.” Luis’s eyebrow raised “What’s the deal?” “I can take one of you to the woman who rules the stars. The proprietor of the whole cosmos. It will be up to you to convince her to help, but I can only do so much.” “What’s in it for you?” “I get to pick which one of you four goes, as I only offer one passenger. The others will be forced to wait for the star festival, in about a month, on the lunar solsis, where a portal to the world of stardust will appear in the sky above star hill, a mountain to the north.” “I… I don’t know Mateo… This guy’s fucking insane. How can we trust him?” “I don’t think we have a choice…” Mateo said glaring into Kane’s soul. Mateo walked up and extended a hand to Kane, which he shook in delight. “Now…. Eninee meaniee, miniee, YOU!” Kane laughed with glee as he grabbed Lilly and pulled her into the shadows. “LILLY!” Luis shouted. Kane then began to dissolve himself into the darkness, but not before shouting out “GUARDS COME QUICK, THE PRINCESS HAS BEEN MURDERED!!!” with an evil grin. --------------------------------------- "The Siege of Sandafaria" Now locked inside a jail cell, Toahanne, Luis, and Mateo stared out into the world outside the bars of their cage. The three of them with despair on their faces as they stared out over the horizon to the approaching fleet of Fungi ships. Pear would surely kill them if they remained in this cage… They had to get out and defend the tomb of the burning blossoms from that power hungry dictator. Meanwhile Lilly had arrived in a vast cosmic void, and stood before a figure composed of the cosmos itself. “Hello Lillian, Princess of the Sandafarian people, I am known as Roxanne, the keeper of the stars.” “Oh...OH! Hello! Uh… Where am I?” “You are in the break between space, the void. It is my home, where I can observe and influence every inch of the galaxy. I am sorry for the confusion, I was not expecting guests.” “I was brought here by some wizard who used to work for a beast named Brewler… There is a grave race for power and control happening soon in my home kingdom, and soon it will follow me here to your doorstep!” Roxanne chuckled softly, shaking the vast emptiness around Lilly. “I am not worried about being attacked here Lillian. Many foes stronger than you could imagine have attempted to reach me here, and acquire the invincible power held within stardust. But their efforts are futile. They can not reach me here.” “I got here! If I can get here, so can Pear!” “It is complexing… How did you manage to get here?” “I was brought here by a wizard… His name was… Kane. I think..” Roxanne’s eyes flashed at the word “Kane”. “Did… Did you just say… Kane? Oh my gods…. Kane was my apprentice! He learned the art of space magic from… from me… I thought he was killed so long ago….” “YOU KNOW HIM!?!” ----------------------------------------------- As Pear stepped foot upon Sandafarian soil for the first time, she inhaled deeply and smiled “Ahhh yes… Fresh land to conquer….” The Sandafarians had assumed the ships to be messengers or simply in tranzit, after all what little Sandafaria had was nothing to kill for…. And yet the next few days were brutal as the whole capital city was destroyed by artillery fire. Eventually, Pear made it to the castle, and had the prisoners brought forward from the dungeon. “You deserters really are pathetic aren’t you? To think, you had a place here… Working for me… And instead you try to run away? You can’t run away from me you BITCHES!” Pear screamed at Mateo, Luis, and Toahanne. The three looked at her in fear, when Toahanne stepped forward. “Run away? You think we ran from you bitch? HA! I’ll take your spoiled little bitch ass right here!” Pear jumped back, but was struck by Toahanne’s flames. The result was the loss of her fungal strength. Panicking, Pear called out to her guards to help her while ducking behind a wall. Toahanne and co. blasted guard after guard until… The princess’s lust for power truely reared it’s head. “COME ON!” Demanded Toahanne. “WHO ELSE YOU GOT?!” But the last soldier sent in was not a fierce warrior or powerful weapon…. It was a child, half of Toah’s age. Toahanne stepped backwards as the little boy approached her with a long knife. “Wha… WHat are you… YOU’RE JUST A KID!” “TOAHANNE BEHIND YOU!” But it was too late, Pear had snuck up behind Toahanne while she was distracted, and severed her throat. Mateo and Luis screamed into nothing as darkness enveloped them. A hopelessness they’d never felt just overtook them as they dropped to their knees. Meanwhile, Pear had discovered the burning blossoms, plucked one and took a seat upon the Sandafarian castle throne to embellish the thrill she got from the transformation. A passionate heat rose within her, swelling her powerful arms and imbuing her body with the power to control fire. Her clothes turned black as ash afterwards. Pear clenched her fist in ecstasy. “This power…” She grinned evilly. “IS MINE!” as she released a series of powerful fire blasts onto the city below the castle, and began to laugh maniacally as the people beneath her burned. In her fit of madness, a dark voice called out to her from the shadows. “Shame that’s the last of it though…” Pear turned to Kane and sassily placed her hand on her soft, tender hips. “Long time no see.” Pear glared at her former captor. “Soooo…. Hear you’re looking into Mushroom magic… aye aye aye… That’s powerful magic. I know it well.” “You know of this power?” ‘That I do, it was I who initially bestowed that great strength into Brewler. I see you’ve already acquired both the priming fungi and the stabilization herb. All you need now is the dust of the heavens and you’ll amass the same power Brewler once held.” Pear slammed her powerful hand into Kane’s boney collar. “You will tell me where this dust is immediately” Kane smiled and said “Oh I’ll show you… But first I think there’s something else you want to see first.” As he revealed a small vile from under his sleeve. ------------------------------------------------------------------- "The flames of battle" Luis had seen enough. Toah and Toahanne…. Both crushed under this psycho bitch’s evil heels. The love of his life, lost in space… He did the only thing he knew how to do. He grabbed his brother’s collar and yanked him as he retreated out of the castle. Pear noticed the two getting away and yelled “GUARDS! SEIZE THEM!” However, with the power of the Burning Blossom, and their mushroom strength, the two brothers powered through the minions blocking the exit. Kane smiled. “Not to worry, my Queen, I’ll have both of them captured shortly… In the mean time I suggest you prepare for our assault on Star Hill.” “And… you’re sure this vile will ensure my victory?” She asked with a cold stare. “Absolutely.” ----------------------------------------------------- Mateo and Luis fled from the Sandafarian kingdom as fast as they could. What could they do? Even with their newfound strength, how could they stand up to an army? “Star hill… That’s where we’re going…” Mateo said shaking, his voice withered from despair. “Mateo… Even if we aren’t captured… We have no idea where this Hill is! We’ll never find it in time!” Mateo and Luis stared at each other, stricken with sorrow. Until a sound unlike anything the brothers had ever heard before arose in the distance. The fungi super soldiers had acquired burning blossoms. And under the queen’s orders… Had begun burning Sandafaria to the ground. In the chaos and panic, Mateo saw an opportunity. “Luis… This… This may be unpleasant… But I think I see a way to ensure we get to the Hill with Pear… We can take out one of those super soldiers… And replace them. Look they’re wearing gas masks. No one will even expect it’s us!” --------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The next few days hiding amongst Pear’s army were brutal. The officers were ruthless, and the underlings worked to the bone. But the two were never found, and after the sun set two days later, Mateo and Luis gazed forward onto the beauty which must have been Star Mountain. As agreed upon, the two brothers stole a rowboat and ferried ashore ahead of the main ship. The mountain was dark and rough, but eventually, the two found a crystal shrine fixated at the summit of the mountain. Inside was a large blue crystal, and upon approaching, Luis gasped. Within the crystal was Lilly! Blurry and unfocused, but slowly clearing up as the connection from Roxanne’s plain and the crystal shrine neared completion. As the sun appeared on the horizon, the connection completed, and Lilly jumped forth into her man’s arms. Luis sobbed softly into his woman’s hair as he told her about the loss of Toahanne. Lilly cried too at the news, then looked Luis in the eyes and said. “We’re going to make that bitch PAY!” Roxanne stepped forward into the corporeal world. “Hello, Mortals. My name is Roxanne. Lillian here has told me much about you…” “She holds the stardust Mateo, with that, the burning blossom, and the muscle fungi, you’ll be unstoppable.” Mateo’s eyebrows narrowed as he said “Well then… LETS GO!” Roxanne pulled forth a small pouch containing small star-like candies. And Mateo ate the first one. All of sudden, his senses were heightened, and time seemed to slow down a bit. From around the world, light and sound seemed to bounce around him, until he realized the light and sound were emanating from him. Luis and Lilly were next. https://64.media.tumblr.com/06219b4c5aecc03823323cbd4ffb026c/tumblr_otvzeo104q1uo8he5o1_500.gif Roxanne then took a physical form before them. It wasn’t strong or powerful like Mateo, Luis, or Lilly, but she emitted a regal energy that seemed to effect reality around her. “The star candies each contain roughly twelve minutes of invincibility. You need to eat more to retain your immunity from harm. We can’t risk even a single candy getting to Pear or one of her minions, so I will hold them stockpile. It means you’ll only have twelve minutes to kill Pear, afterwards, you’re just another trio of super studs.” As Pear’s ships docked on the shoreline, Mateo saw clearly his former lover strolling onto the mountain dressed in the sexiest attire he’d ever seen her wear before. . “Lets get her.” Luis growled. As Mateo, Luis, and Lilly charged, the princess grinned evilly and waved her hand. A legion of twenty fire-powered guards rose up and charged at the trio. However, they were no match for the rage and power centered within the team. Pear gasped in shock at how easily her elite guards had been dispatched as she sent another. And another. And another. Soon there was no men left… Just herself, and Mateo’s group. Mateo stared at the evil witch with no mercy in his eyes as he prepared to eviscerate her. That’s when she started chuckling. Then laughing. After her fit, she smiled, and tossed an empty vile at Mateo’s feet. Roxanne, who was watching the battle from afar gasped and attempted to call out to Mateo, but she was surprised and muffled by Kane from behind. Mateo, Luis, and Lilly all united and began to burn the evil witch to cinders. But the laughing didn't’ stop… And amidst the flames of her opponents, the queen of the fungi kingdom rose up and began absorbing the energy, transforming her body. From behind she grew a powerful alligator like tail, as her arms legs swelled with power, ripping her charred clothes as the flames fused into the princess’s hair. Kane grinned as he gripped his former master’s neck firmly. “I knew you recognized that potion… Naughty girl. It allows the user to absorb energy and use it to upgrade their body. Your most powerful attack, has now been completely flipped! Soon, the darkness within Pear will break free, and everyone, even you my little vixen…. Will witness the next form of the Eternal Brewler, my most perfect specimen! Mateo and Luis looked up at Pear after the ash settled, she was now over four foot taller, and thicker than they’d ever seen with a powerful dragon tail, and horns just like Brewler. She eyed her prey maliciously as she grabbed the three in one hand and headed for the crystal shrine. -------------------------------------------------------- "The Dark Age of Pear" “Why are they keeping us alive Mateo…?” Luis asked his brother. “I… I don’t know…” Mateo and Luis stood in separate cages, suspended over fire and brimstone. Across the way was a separate chamber, where Lilly and Roxanne were kept, chained to the wall and relentlessly fucked by Pear’s underlings at every opportunity. The crystal dimension where Roxanne used to reside transformed after Pear and Kane walked through, now instead of a minimalist calming void of stars, it was a burning hellscape full of fire and brimstone. On one wall, constantly playing, was a tv screen showing city after city either submitting itself to Pear’s new regime, or burning to ashes, on another was a map of every conquered city now under control of Pear. And the remaining wall, was just the cage where Roxanne and Lilly would slowly lose their minds. After a few days of abuse, Kane and the supersized half-peach, half-Brewler hybrid approached the girls, sat them down, and revealed her new three meter long monster cock. Lilly looked at the beast before her in tears. Roxanne stepped inbetween the two and said “Leave her alone…” Pear extended a thick veiny arm and clasped her deformed claw-like hands around Roxanne’s throat. “... Or else what?” she said with a chuckle. “Hmm… I guess I should start with you, being an immortal and all…” Pear grasped Roxanne by the jaw and ripped it open savagely. Her jaw did not break but rather was forced wide open, forming a massive hole to which Pear extended her mighty shaft into repeatedly. For hours, Pear fucked the two girls savagely, leaving them unconscious and gasping for air. It continued long after that. For over two months the duo were fucked out of their minds every night for hours, all while the beast grew larger and stronger. Mateo and Luis were numb by that point, forced into a fathomless pit of despair at the sight of what their princess was doing to the love of Luis’ life and a powerful space witch. Luis had gone way off the deep end. Listening to Lilly and Roxanne converse every morning about what that monster would do to them, and some “Void” thing that they started worshiping in their intense madness. Mateo hung onto hope though. It was strong against all odds! All he had to do was get out of here, get a star, and fuck that bitch up! Then he could escape! Luis and Lilly could start a life together! Things could go back to normal! That was the last thing Mateo thought to himself before the night the duo were taken away for several days. Three weeks passed, and Mateo and Luis were on their last legs, starved from nearly no food, weak, tired, and unwilling to go on, Mateo and Luis were suddenly jumpstarted, briefly, back into sanity by the sudden appearance of Roxanne and Lilly in the entrance to their cells. They were ecstatic for a brief moment until they saw the guards bowing to them. “Hurry girls! It’s almost time for the resurrection!” Boomed a thunderous voice down the hallway, to which Mateo and Luis looked and saw, to their horror, the largest form they’d ever seen. It was Pear, supercharged and blazing a path of destruction in her wake, relishing in the undeniable power of her own strength. Luis approached Lilly and begged. “Lilly, this isn’t you! I KNOW THERE’S GOOD IN YOU!” And in one clean slash, Luis was gutted in half and left to die by his own fiance’s hand. “No… I belong to the new master now. We belong to the new master now. We all will once he’s returned to us! Mateo, kicking and screaming was dragged out onto an island of lava, and left as Pear approached. In the distance, the moon rose high in the sky, only it wasn’t a normal moon… It was a blood moon. Kane appeared next to Pear and handed her a bag of stardust. Once the light of the blood moon shown down on Pear, she consumed the stardust and began burning with energy and power. “YES YES YES! I AM HERE! I HAVE RETURNED! MY NEW FORM GIFTED TO ME BY ROYAL BLOOD! YOUR KING! BREWLER!” Pear’s skin turned jet black as her eyes burned with flames as every muscle in her powerful body stretched larger and larger, swelling to the size of a giantess’s. The beast grabbed Mateo and held him up to the sky for the last time and spoke. “AND NOW, AS THE FINAL STEP OF MY REBIRTH! I CONSUME THE BODY OF THE ONE WHO SLAYED ME BEFORE!” She shouted as she consumed Mateo, whole, in one snap of the jaw. The shadowy might that was Pear-zilla began to crumble, amidst the rubble laid two figures, the first was Pear, bare naked, with no strength left. The other was unmistakingly Brewler, passed out on his back enjoying the brisk bloodmoonlight. “Oh it’s good to be back! Now that pesky bitch Mateo and his weak little crew are gone forever, leaving me alone to fuck these fine bitches until I resume my worldwide conquest.” Brewler chimed as he was led to his throne room, filled with the riches stolen from conquested kingdoms. Atop the bed in the center was Pear, Lilly, and Roxanne dressed in color coordinated fishnet stockings and bikini tops. “My king… Are you proud of us? Did we never lose faith in our master?” Brewler grinned and laughed. “You bitches did alright, I already feel power returning to my body! Now why don’t you let me complete you in the ways you seem so thirsty for.” Brewler extended his tongue into each member of his new harem, awakening them, and sprouting demonic horns from their heads. End Scene: Brewler leaned in and began fucking his women properly. Brewler sat back as his sluts had taken over most of the work, and placed his arms behind his head. “MMM IT’S GOOD TO BE KING!” Pear leaned in closer with her legs behind her head and begged to Brewler ‘Oh master… Please… Let me call you daddy.” “OOoooooh… I like that… Why doesn’t my little servicer tell me what she can get from “daddy”? Pear bit her lip as she started to take Brewler’s monster cock. “Oh daddy…. DADDY YES! DADDY MORE! DADDY! DADDY! ///…. DAD! DAD WAKE UP! WAKE THE FUCK UP DAD!” “DAD WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING UP HERE SLEEPING!” Bowser Jr. cried. “IT’S ALREADY NOON! YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO PICK UP MORTON JR. FROM BEING TRASHED BY LUIGI THREE HOURS AGO!” Bowser suddenly snapped back into reality with a stinging pain knowing he was no longer an immortal king surrounded by a harem of princesses, but rather a single father of eight with the responsibility of an entire kingdom that can’t even keep a princess away from an overweight plumber. With a groan of understandable dismay, Bowser rolled over and started planning for his revenge against his old nemesis.
  6. Hi All, This is my first time writing a story here, let me know what you think. Character: Mike Starting Height: 4’ 9” Starting Weight: 75lbs Starting Hard Cock Length: 2.5” Staring Hard Cock Width: 1.5” Chapter 1 ~Alarm Clock Beeping~ “Ah, 6AM, time to get up.” Mike yawned while awaking. After disabling the alarm clock and taking care of the normal morning business, it was time for breakfast. “I think I’ll have some eggs this morning, and maybe with some nice cold press olive oil on top.” As Mike was speaking this he then remembered the last time he used the olive oil it was put on the high shelf. “Ugh, I’ll have to get the step ladder again.” Mike then begrudgingly got out the step ladder to get the olive oil down from the top shelf to make his breakfast. After breakfast it was time to get dressed to go to work. Now Mike had a hard time shopping for clothing, many times he ended up shopping in the juniors section more than the men’s section to find something to fit. For his suits though, he had them all custom made from one of those made-to-measure shops that did their manufacturing overseas. After suiting up it was time for him to begin his commute to his office in FiDi where he was one of the top forensic accountants in the country. During his commute he would get run into by people, have a hard time seeing what was coming down the street, etc. like every day. It’s not that people were trying to be mean to him, they just didn’t see him there. “Ah, just another day” Mike lamented as someone knocked into him, spilling the coffee he got from his favorite bodega by the office. Although Mike had a short stature, he had a huge reputation and was well respected by his peers. As he was sitting at his desk, looking out his window for a quick break in the day, he was reflecting on just how nice most of the people in his life were to him. While yes as a little kid people would tease him about being short, for the most from high school on people were pretty cool about it. Now of course his friends would rag on him a bit, and to them Mike never protested so they thought he was fine with what they were doing. And Mike, to his credit, really didn’t care that much most days. And in fact, he recalled a time when he was out with his friends and someone not in their group started making fun of his short stature and generally weak body. When his friends heard this they immediately sprung to his defense and kicked the crap out of him. “If only I could be strong enough to at least defend myself so I wouldn’t need to rely on my friend for that” Mike sighed, but then smiled thinking just how much his friends cared for him. “9PM, what a day! Time to get home.” Mike actually liked travelling off hours more than during rush hour since things weren’t so crowded and he had enough space to see more than just the person in front of him. As Mike got off the elevator in his building he noticed he had a new neighbor who gave a quick glance and a smile, but seemed to be in a rush to finish moving everything in. “Home sweet home” Mike declared changing into his pajamas and getting ready for watching a little TV to unwind before going to sleep. Just as he was about to turn on the TV Mike’s phone rang. “Hi there, I’ll be at your place in 45 min. Sound good” a woman’s voice asked. “Looking forward to it!” Mike responded gleefully. The woman on the phone was someone he was seeing on the side, Carmen. Now Carmen didn’t want to be tied down so they weren’t officially a couple, but they would just meetup for fun from time to time – usually on her schedule. They weren’t exclusive either, although for Mike she was the only person he met who found him somewhat arousing. When Carmen walked in the door Mike’s tiny cock got hard instantly. Carmen was 5’ 11”, more than a foot taller than him. And an athlete too – she used to be a gymnast and now just works out to stay in shape. Not huge like a body builder but a very well defined body, awesome striations on her abs, beautiful peaks on her biceps, firm breasts that were real, and a phenomenal ass from all of the squats that she had been focusing on during her workout just before coming over. Her body still sweaty – why bother taking a shower first, right? And while Carmen was a quite nice person, in bed she was clearly the one in control. While her body was tight, Mike’s tiny cock was like throwing a hotdog down a hallway. During the 3 years they were meeting up, she got really good at knowing how much pre would come out before he would shoot of his load, which was always gushier than she expected given how tiny his cock was. So today, like most days, Carmen would hold Mike down with one hand and edge him. He didn’t even need to touch her for her to gain pleasure for this part of the night, she just loved bringing him to the edge of cuming and then smirking at him, reminding him that she will determine when the release is. After doing that for 20 minutes and letting his little cock go flaccid, drowning in it’s own pre, she got out a strap on for him to pleasure her with. Now, Carmen was really smart too, she engineered a great strap on that was also like a flesh light for him, allowing him to impale her with the much larger tool while he was also getting some great pleasure from it, she wasn’t purely evil after all . She also put a vibrate function on it to turn on and off as she pleased. What was great with this setup was that Mike could cum once or even multiple times, all while having the strap on on – ensuring she was always satisfied at the end of the night. Of course Carmen was on top, the small, weak, Mike was never going to control the situation. She would bounce up and down on him, holding her firm breasts. She would tease mike to have him reach them as he was on top her, thwarting most of his attempts. Then she would let him rub her nipples as she would slow go up and down on the strap on, knowing to grab it a little to have it move on him as well. Then going faster and faster, turning on the vibrate function Mike gave out the first squeal - cum gushing out of Mike’s dick and running out of the back of the strap on. But then she would turn up the intensity, moan louder and louder. Mike’s already spent dick getting hard again, her grabbing him and rubbing her breasts up and down his pathetic chest – the chest muscles behind her breasts were gigantic compared to his pecs, or lack there of as it were. Sometimes she would roll over and bring him with her, quickly letting him be on top, before rolling over again and really maxing out the intensity of the vibrator – this time causing them both to let out great calls of ecstasy. Cum flowing out of her vagina and down the top of the strap on and Mike’s cum would pour out of the bottom creating a warm pile of fluids on Mike’s flat stomach, not a 6 pack stomach, but a stomach without power and with a tiny bit of flab. After the great night of passion Carmen showered, blew Mike a kiss, and then left for the night. After the door closed, Mike gave a sigh of relief. While he had a lot of fun with Carmen, he always fantasized about being the bigger, stronger one with a cock even bigger than that strap on. He knew how much fun he’d have just fucking anyone who’d want a piece of him, all the girls would want him and the guys too. “Ahh – just a fantasy.” On that, Mike rubbed his tiny cock a few more times and then passed out for the night.
  7. Genetonic

    The Sky's the Limit

    Growing up, Jack never knew his father. He has distant memories of being held in a big pair of muscly arms, the scratch of his dad’s bear tickling his chin. But he knew that that was long ago. He assumed he left when he was still young, his mom didn’t tell him much about his father. Life was difficult growing up, his mom loved him very much, but she had to spend most of her days working to help support the two of them. Jack grew into it, becoming more independent and spending his time outside. He was always a very active kid, running around, playing soccer, joining the wrestling team. By 9th grade he had filled out considerably on his 5’9 frame, his toned but bulky 160 lbs suiting him well in his sports. But more importantly, and more to his liking, every morning he awoke to the sight of his 7” hard-on, the thick tool too big for his hand. His daily whacking off had started off very natural, releasing the urge into a tissue every morning. But now, he started feeling more turned on than ever. Sitting in class, his dick started getting painfully hard. Keeping his legs tucked under his desk, he hoped no one noticed the lengthy bulge in his pants. In November, his mother had to take up a second job at the hospital in an effort to start saving up for Jack’s college fund. Jack filled the time by going to the gym every evening. Standing in the kitchen, his growing pecs now pressing out his xl tank top, his sensitive cock rubbing against the fabric of his shorts. Kissing his mom goodnight as he mixed up a protein shake and she left for work. Jogging to the gym, Jack could feel his dick swinging with each step. His balls felt extra swollen this morning and he didn’t have time to whack off. Ignoring the feeling, he jogged faster. Barely breaking a sweat, he arrived at the gym. Swiping his card, Jack headed to the weights. Starting with some free weights, Jack did arm curls, focused on watching his form in the mirror. He admired himself for a moment, while he never thought much of it when he was younger, he was blessed with naturally good looks. His chiseled jaw and cheekbones really added definition to his face. And recently, he noticed a bit of stubble on his chin. He hopped it was golden brown as his locks, he normally kept it trim, but lately had let his hair grow out more. Breaking away from his own gaze, he went over to the bench press. With a good pump on his arms, he loaded a couple of plates and started pushing out reps. He could feel his pecs fill with blood, their size increasing with the pump. Getting up after a few reps, he admired how much he filled out his tank top, his bulging chest looked like it was gonna burst through any day now! Just staring at his pumped upper body made him horny. Trying to ignore his semi, he went over to the leg press. He clanked out rep after rep, pushing his thighs against the strain. The movement of his legs kept rubbing against his dick. His blood pressure rising, he felt his erection hit full strain, poking through the fabric of his basketball shorts. He kept pumping his thighs, the muscles engorging themselves bigger, filling with blood. The workout only added fuel to the flame of his erection. His pumped quads now filled out his shorts, his big hard-on pushed out more. Rubbing it through the fabric, Jack strolled over to the squat rack. Loading it up with plates, he could feel his pulse through his dick quicken. Loading the bar on his broad shoulders, he performed squat after squat. The up and down motion forcing his dick against the fabric. His pumped legs and swelling ass was forcing his shorts to ride up. He regretted going cameo that day, feeling his swollen cockhead poke out. He took a deep breath and focused on his pump. After another 12 minutes of squats, he reloaded the bar on the rack, rubbing his wood through his skin-tight shorts. His balls felt even more swollen. Walking into the showers, he peeled off his sweaty tank top, kicking off his sneakers and stepping out of his shorts. Stepping into the shower, he felt the hot water run down his sweaty back. Lathering himself up, he admired the growing grooves and crevices of his abs. Feeling his chest, his big pecs sore from their workout. Scratching his hairy armpit, he felt his swollen biceps, he must be closing in on 19 inches. Down below, his sore quads still had a bit of pump. Finally soaping up his proudest organ, his dick bobbing up and down, red swollen and pulsing. Grabbing his shaft, his calloused hands rubbing the sensitive skin. Going up and down, he admired the length. Reaching the thick base, he thought it felt bigger, maybe it was still swollen. Still, the thought dug into the back of his head. Washing his nuts, they felt plump in his sack, the big egg-sized orbs feeling extra tight. Slowly going from base to tip, Jack used both hands to massage his throbbing shaft. Quickening his pace, his heart fluttered. He felt the tightness in his balls increase until he felt his thick load explode out. Shot after shot hit the floor, his cum going down the drain. Drying off, he admired his chiseled body in the mirror, his limp dick twitched again at the sight. Putting on his street clothes, he felt the soft fabric cling to his body, the shirt showing his definition, his pec overhang obvious. Down below, his sweatpants looked more than full of his bulge, his 4-inch softie plastered out, the shape of his cockhead noticeable. Fuck it, he thought, it’s grey sweatpants season anyway. Walking home, he enjoyed the feeling of the cooling air against his warm skin. His sore legs quickened their pace, eager to get home before midnight. Waking up the next day, Jack was once again greeted by his throbbing cock, only this time, when he grabbed his shaft, it was noticeably thicker. Jumping out of bed, he grabbed his tape measure. Before, his dick was a nice 7x5.5 inches. Now, it was 7.5x6 inches. His heart raced. Looking down at his swollen dick, he admired its now noticeable size, grabbing it and stroking it as he walked to the bathroom. His nightly workouts continued, his ferocity only increasing. It wasn’t long until he tore through his workout clothes. Only a month later, it was near closing time at the gym. Jack was in the zone at the bench press, his swelling pecs pumping larger and larger until “rip”. His massive chest tore through, revealing his swollen nipples. Down below, his eager dick jumped to attention. Going to the leg press, Jack focused all his increased energy into pumping the increased weight load. His already skin-tight shorts soon bunched up around his growing quads, his throbbing dick pressed out in the middle. On the final press, Jack flexed his quads with all his might, shredding through the fabric. Luckily, no one else was there to see his big dick flop out. Grabbing his big 8 inches of steel, Jack walked to the showers, throwing his torn clothes in the trash. Weighing himself after his shower, he was delighted by his proven increase in size. Now 183 lbs of bulky muscle, he put on his skin-tight street clothes. The xls noticeably struggling to hold his frame. His bulging semi looked even bigger, the fabric pulled tight against his shaft. That night, he measured himself against the door frame, now 5’10.5” tall. His growing frame was not ignored by his classmates, many of the girls asking him to flex for them. Even a couple of the Juniors were impressed by his size. Talking him up about supplements and protein. They sold him on this one supplier that is said to be the best for building muscle. During their limited time together, Jack’s mom took notice of her son’s growing size. Handing him a couple of twenties to buy some bigger clothes. Expecting warmer weather, Jack bought himself a couple of sleeveless tees and cotton shorts, all 2xls. He also bought some boxer briefs to help contain his sensitive package. By May of Freshman year, Jack was the stud of his class. Standing at 6’0” and 210 lbs, he was the strongest kid in his grade. His 2xls now hung tightly around his frame, his cotton shorts leaving little to the imagination on his growing package. Having a little trouble looking past his growing pecs, Jack could see his bulging dick. It had grown another inch. Now 6 inches soft, 9 inches by 7 ½ inches hard. His swelling nuts had kept pace, it felt like he had two lemons down there. Scratching his chiseled jawline, feeling the thickening bristles coming in. He had started shaving a couple of months ago, but was now tempted to see what facial hair he could muster. It was strongest around his jawline and upper lip, his cheeks still a forest of peach fuzz. He had also started mixing in the supplement into his nightly protein shakes, a brand called ‘BEAST’. Jogging down to the gym, the warm spring air enveloping him, he felt his junk bouncing up and down. The weight of his junk only added to its movement when he ran. He was almost at the gym when he ran into one of his classmates, Ashley. Ashley had really blossomed into a looker since middle school. Her breasts filling out strongly, she looked like she could have double d’s or bigger someday. “Oh hey, Jack!” Ashley looked like she was out for a run. Her eyes glued to his bulging package. “Hey, Ashley.” Jack’s deepening baritone still sounded strange on him. “Wow Jack, you’re looking big as always!” She said with some strain on the ‘big’. “Yeah, well, I’ve always wanted to be huge, and clearly I was meant for it!” Jack did a quick pose, his 21-inch guns popping up. He flashed her a quick grin, his gaze enamored with her perky breasts. He could feel his dick stirring in his shorts. “Yep. Looks like it” Ashley gulped down, she swore she could see his crotch twitch. How hung was this guy? She thought to herself. “Hey, you wanna go back to my place?” Jack asked, feeling his dick start to swell. “Nobody’s home, we could hang out for a bit.” “Sure, nothing would make me happier,” she said with a smile. By the time they arrived, Jack and Ashley already had their hands groping each other. Jack took off her bra, revealing her big boobs while she slid off his shorts, his leaking dick swinging up. Ashley’s heart fluttered, she stared at the pulsing cock. “Fuck me” she whispered to herself. “As you wish,” Jack said with delight. Taking off her shorts, he went down on her leaking pussy, her hole leaking juices. Attacking it with his tongue, Jack loved the taste, drinking it. Inserting his big tongue, he felt her legs spasm around him. She screamed in pleasure. A gush of juice poured out. Grinning to himself, Jack went further in with his tongue, his fleshy lips kissing the outside, his tongue surrounded by warmth. Amidst her screams, “FUCK ME JACK! FUCK ME NOW!” “As you wish” Positioning his hips against her, he rubbed the outside of his pussy with his engorged cockhead. His apple-sized tip gushing precum, mixing with her juices. She screamed as he inserted it. Working his way in, he felt her spasming again. His cockhead still gushing pre. He felt his bull nuts swell. “FUCK ME! FUCK ME WITH YOUR HORSECOCK!” Sliding it further in, he felt his shaft surrounded by her moist pussy. Finally reaching the thick base, he slid out a couple of inches, then slammed back in. Taking all 9 inches of his horsecock. His swollen bull nuts slapping her, each the size of a tennis ball now. His thick bush scratching her legs, he went in and out, faster now. A mixture of pre and juice pouring out. “FUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCK” “FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCKKKKK” They both came, load after load of his thick cum pouring out of his throbbing slit, his swollen bull nuts tightening again and again. Cumming for a solid 90 seconds, he finally pulled out. They were both covered in a mixture of pre, juice, and thick hot cum. That Summer, Jack, and Ashley met again and again. Her pussy constantly thirsty for his horsecock. Working out constantly, Ashley would sometimes come and watch Jack pump himself larger. Soon, his 2xls became too tight. In the middle of his bench press, his shirt and shorts tore simultaneously. His bulging pecs bursting out, followed by his rock-hard 10 inches of horsecock tearing through the fabric. His massive quads and ass helped facilitate it. Ashley noticeably turned on like never before. Undressing in front of him, her gushing pussy leaking onto the floor. His similarly leaking horsecock gushing pre. He always insisted on giving her tongue before, his swollen tongue exploring the warm cavern. When they first met, it was tight around his tongue, he could now feel how he had stretched her out with his massive dick. Tickling her with his bristles, he could feel her legs spasm. Yep, he still got it. Working his swelling horsecock into her again, he could feel her clamp down on him. He retaliated by slamming it further and further, his low-hanging bull nuts whacking her like two wrecking balls. The massive orbs were now the size of apples, swelling bigger with each thrust. Wanting to hold off for as long as he could, he maximized his thrusts, working his huge tip side to side. Her cries of ecstasy rewarded him with a new flush of juices. Shoving his face between her breasts, her swollen nipples softer than clouds. Feeling his nuts tighten, he tried in vain to stop it, but he felt his thick cum surge out, gushing like a fire hydrant. Cupping his hand around his growing nuts, he felt them surge out load after load. By October, he had Ashley measure him. 6’2”, 260 lbs, 24-inch biceps, a 65-inch chest, 36-inch quads, 20-inch calves, and finally, 7 inches soft, 10.5” x 9 inches hard. He guesstimated his nuts as being roughly the size of baseballs, the massive orbs constantly full and demanding release. He grew out his beard, now much thicker and covering his cheeks in dark brown bristles. Similarly, his forearms and legs were now covered in silky brown hair. His growing frame now needing 3xls, his massive basket filling out his extra-wide pouch. His massive pole stretched out the fabric, his nuts practically falling out. Joining the football team in addition to his increased workouts, Jack sought to use his strength against someone else. Filling out his uniform, he practiced constantly, often staying until dark to work on plays. He would then run to the gym, where he would work out for hours. His large size and natural skill made him an instant star on the team. His teammates congratulated him on his ability to smash through the opposing linebackers. He also got plenty of respect for his massive horsecock, taking to walking around before changing, his huge dick flopping around in front of everybody. As far as he could tell, he was the biggest where it counted. Over the winter, Jack noticed the hair growing across his chest. His thick treasure trail soon connected to it. By January, his massive pecs had a forest of brown hair covering them. His chest was getting so big he could rest his chin on it. His thickening beard scratching his pec fur. Measuring himself again, Ashley couldn’t help but rip into him after reading the numbers. 6’4, 320 lbs, 28-inch arms, a 72-inch chest, 42-inch quads, 24-inch calves, and a new record of 8.5” soft, 12”x11” hard. Taking a moment to admire her double-d’s, Jack went to work on her pussy. His tongue had grown considerably from the repeated exercise, his puffy lips sucking her juices down. His thick beard tickling her as his tongue circled her clit. Her legs spasming uncontrollably, he grabbed his massive horsecock in his paw and guided it into her gushing hole. His huge orange-sized tip entered, his slit spewing precum. The puffy glans pressed into her, his wine-bottle thick shaft following, Thickening to his foot-wide base, he slammed into her, his swinging grapefruit-sized bull nuts whacking her again and again. His gushing tip scratching the roof, he pushed further, slamming again and again. Her screams echoing with pleasure. He could barely see over his pecs, but a puddle of pre was fastly forming on the floor. Pre ran down his rippling thighs, his hairy legs slowing it down. Feeling her pussy latch on to his dick, he let go of her, amazed by the sensation of her body weight being supported by his monster cock. His pre pouring out, he grabbed back on, his hairy forearms rippling as he held onto her hips, his sausage-like fingers interlocked. He slid in and out, the immense pressure building at the base of his swollen bull nuts. Screaming in his rumbling bass, he fired blast after blast of his cum into her. After what seemed like five minutes of a constant blast of cum, he let go. Putting the fainted women on his bed. Stepping through what seemed like a gallon of his jizz. Scratching his bristles, he went to take a shower, his still rock-hard shaft bobbing up and down. A month later, Ashley was waving in the audience as Jack stepped onto the field. A massive roar greeting the alpha jock as he ran out. The 6’5 monster was known as the battering ram, also a colloquial nickname for his monstrous dick. The offense braced themselves for the 340 lbs beast to come at them. Many were too distracted by the massive wet spot forming around his packed crotch. The ball was thrown, the players scrambled, Jack, running at full force at the opposing team. Many leaping out of the way. Catching up to the player with the ball, Jack’s massive quads pumping at full force, he leaped and tackled him to the ground. Feeling his monstrous pecs crash into him. RIP Standing up, Jack felt a strange feeling in his dick, it suddenly felt cooler. Reacting to the stares of his teammates, Jack reached down and felt his monster cock rock hard in the breeze. The massive tool had torn through the puny fabric that held it in. Barely seeing his swollen cockhead over his pecs, Jack only reacted by grabbing the shaft and stroking it as he walked off the field. Ashley ran down to meet him. Grabbing him, she took his swollen 13 inches into her gushing pussy. His massive nuts fell out as they swelled larger. He felt his tip crash into her wall, cramming it further in. He felt his shaft heat up as it swelled larger. Roaring in his rumbling bass, Jack pummeled her with his 14 inches of steel, his nuts swelling to the size of coconuts as they filled up in expectation of his awaiting explosion of cum. His tip swelled to the size of a pomegranate, the massive spongy glans flaring out. His pecs felt like they were on fire. Taking his meaty paw, he ripped his strained uniform off, his pecs swollen bigger than watermelons. His rug of chest hair rubbing up against his grown out beard. His 30-inch biceps flexing, lifting up to a double-bi pose. His forest of sweaty armpit hair exposed to the breeze. Ripping off his pads and the remainder of his pants, his cock bobbing up and down under Ashley’s weight. Her swollen breasts hitting his 80-inch chest. His massive quads swelled to their swollen size, bigger than tree trunks. His feet bursting out of his cleats, the massive size 18 dogs swelling wider to accommodate his size. His hairy toes dug into the grass. His tip gushing pre faster and faster, he felt his weighty nuts pull up unsuccessfully, still weighed down by their enormous mass. Soon, explosion after explosion of cum erupted from him. Ashley was thrown off. Jack’s guttural roar echoing as he shot ropes of cum across the field. A couple shots went over the goal post, several hitting the metal with a large ‘whack’. His beer-keg sized neck erupting his thunderous cry of orgasm. His thick shaft swelling with each shot of cum fired, his nuts refusing to empty. He dug his feet in, feeling his cum fire out farther and farther. His shaft swelling longer and longer. Now 18 inches long and thick as a soda bottle, his massive swinging nuts the size of basketballs. His massive muscles pumped themselves larger, his pecs swelling out further and further, pushing his growing shaft out at an angle. His massive shoulders broadening, his biceps fighting his pecs for space. His neck thickened, growing thicker than an ox. His traps push up further and further. His growing thighs pressed themselves out farther apart. His diamond calves swelling to support his increasing height. Passing 8 feet tall and half a ton, he kept cumming. With a roar octaves lower, Jack looked down, still cumming out of his 3 foot long shaft. His massive nuts the size of pumpkins, hanging around his knees. He grabbed Ashley and sat her on his thickening shaft. Her legs pushed apart by the growing tree trunk between them. The titan of a football player growling as he shot load after load into her gushing pussy. He then went to the crowd, shooting his thickening cum into them. Each shot now bigger than a gallon. His furry pecs swelled to push his bearded chin up, his traps rising to his ears. His massive guns were too swollen to bend entirely. His massive thighs caused him to waddle, until his swelling nuts fell to the ground, their size surpassing beach balls and his whale cock extended past 10 feet. His head only able to see the yoga ball-sized tip, the flaring glans widening to shoot his increasing loads. His hairy ass fell to the ground, his dick pressed up by his rapidly swelling nuts. His mountain-like back rising higher and higher. His dick extending forever into the sky, his nuts swelling bigger than the football stadium now, each one competing for space. His swelling muscles push themselves higher and higher. 60 minutes later… His massive nuts now battle the Earth in size, his titanic dick shooting out into space, his planetary-sized muscles swell larger, covered in fur, as his dick continues to swell, bigger, fatter, and longer.
  8. HerrDoom

    A Friend's Confession

    So, I was talking with my friend the other day. She is a very direct girl, who doesn’t hold any secrets - perfectly blunt, in every way - and she is like that when she approaches men. She can afford to be because she is 26 years old, average height for a girl, intelligent, funny and hot - the full package. I will not name her here. One day, at a gym that she frequents with her boyfriend, with whom she is in an open relationship, she decides to approach this incredibly handsome guy, who also is a devoted gym-goer. He too seemed oh-so-very much like a good deal. Young, witty, but also very tall (198 cm, or 6'6 in retard units) and, clearly, quite strong. Through her telling, my friend recalled the ease with which he did pull-ups. This is his Instagram pic, I was told. At some point my friend started up conversations with the guy, whose name is Philip, she tells me, and through the weeks of getting together at the gym and through Facebook comments, she saw that she has a lot in common with Philip, especially when it comes to their preferences for genres in movies and books. She also noticed that he is into her. One day, they decide to get together after the gym. With my friend there is no beating around the bush. They went straight to his place - no dates, no romantic walks. She had already learned his humor, likes and dislikes. She wanted to know his primal side now. What is he like when passion takes hold of him? She got more than she bargained for. “Can you imagine what he must’ve looked like after the gym that evening? All that testosterone brimming inside him…” my friend recalled. She remembered him being larger than ever before due to the pump he was having. Veins were jumping out of him. Probably looked like this other pic from his Insta account. When they got into his bedroom, my friend couldn’t help but marvel at how the entire place was well organised and tidy. The bedroom was spacious, so he had set up a pull-up bar and a heavy-looking punching bag. There were also quite a number of large mirrors, which made the room appear bigger than it actually is. Another set of mirrors was near the bed - one on the wall on the side of it, and the other stuck to the sealing above the bed. By the time they got to the bed, their clothes were shed. This is, by the way, where she finally got a good look at his beautifully shaped ass. At first, he was being very gentle with her as they were starting foreplay and kissing. However, at some point, my friend said that she started to goad him, so that he would become more rough with her. I think she likes it that way. After a slap here, a wicked laugh there, he grew increasingly - and visibly - annoyed… He wasn’t amused at all. He grabbed her by her arms and forcefully picked her up with great ease, as if to correct her behaviour. Then, he laid her back onto the bed with some frustration. She described his face as barely containing anger and remembers his loud breathing. He got up, nude, with every muscle and every vein visible on his large tight body, and he walked furiously across the room in circles. The muscle mass on him, combined with his imposing height, makes him weigh at around 115 kilos - nearly twice her weight. His steps were booming. He then took a sturdy metal chair from a corner of the room and placed it in front of the bed. Still annoyed, he said to her “come here.” She could tell from his tone that he was in no mood for hesitation, so she got up from the bed and walked up to the chair. He impatiently turned her away from himself and picked her up off the floor onto the seat, so that her behind would face him. It looked to her that this was his version of foreplay, so she was still looking forward to what may come out of this all. He entered her vagina with his decent-sized dick and thrusted strong enough that her knees were no longer touching the chair, which was there to support them in the first place. It felt good, albeit a little violent. While she was moaning, she looked up into the mirror by the bed and saw that Philip was focused solely onto himself in the reflection. She said that she thought at the time “Fuck, I’d be looking at myself if I were as gorgeous as him”. He was staring into his own eyes and into the glistening muscles of his own large and powerful body while practically holding her 60 kilos constantly in the air. He was going like that for several minutes. When he finally turned his focus to the girl he was thrusting, she felt that he was getting a bit flaccid. Not too much, for he was still a clear presence inside of her. Philip leaned over her back and stretched his arm down, next to her head. He was again gazing at their reflection in the mirror, but now he had a renewed hardness to his dick. My friend said that she was enjoying the feel of his strength imposed on her, and said that it was even more than she had hoped for. He certainly knew how to move down there, not just simple thrusts. She was genuinely enjoying it, but she was still able to see that Philip was actually focusing now on the monstrous size of his own arm when put next to her significantly smaller body. He flexed it so that the peak of his bicep would be right next to her head. She remembered how she rubbed her head against his bicep and feeling that rock-like hardness. Then, she told me, something unexpected happened. He got out of her, then proceeded to put her back on the bed. He placed the chair on the bed too, so that it was above her head. Now he was above her, and she was facing him, and their sex organs reunited. He was straddling her like a mighty lion, and he appeared inhumanly large above her. All she could see were his stone-hard abs and huge pecs as they were thrusting up and down, along with her entire body. Here comes the weird part. He looks down into her eyes. She was feeling a mixture of ecstasy and fear in that moment. He was insanely hot, even in this moment of bestial mindlessness, yet everything that was going on escaped even her wildest fantasies, and I can tell you, my friend has some wild imagination. It was in that moment when he grabbed ahold of the chair and, while looking into my friend’s eyes, proceeded to crush it! It was here that fear completely took over in my friend’s mind. Crushing that chair is no small feat. According to my friend, it had a steel frame with elements of hard wood and was quite heavy and solid. Philip squeezed it with his powerful hands while relentlessly looking into my friend’s eyes. Soon, the chair’s frame gave way to his pressure and started to grind and crack loudly. By this point my friend was petrified with terror at what she was seeing. Philip was practically turning from a prince into a savage monster before her very eyes. He groaned with his deep and booming voice as he was distorting and destroying the chair. He was looking with his cold unyielding eyes deep into her while he was doing it. He pinned the frame of the chair next to the girl’s petrified naked body and ripped the bars towards himself. She could do nothing but watch silently this monstrous display of power because she was helpless. The strength that was needed to pull and rip the steel outward was bordering inhuman. Looking at those dark, cruel eyes of his, she was actually afraid… that he was going to switch the chair with her at some point. Philip got off of her and violently launched the remains of what used to be a chair onto the wall, shattering it into bits that scattered on the floor. His wrath wasn’t subsiding, though. He then furiously launched hits at his punching bag. The whole building was shaking at the shockwaves that his punching produced. His precise movement and enormous strength with which he was hitting made it evident that had the bag been human, there would be no more life left in it. During this unbelievably intense moment, my friend’s wits came back to her, and she thought of a way to prevent things from escalating. She got off the bed to her feet and silently said his name in a calm manner. “Philip?”, in response to which he stopped his punching and looked at her. His chest was heaving from deep breaths, and his pumped up muscles were covered with sweat. She approached him carefully, barely containing her shivering, knowing full well that he might lunge at her. This time, however, she had gotten to know him a bit. She took his large hand and brought him to one of the mirrors. The blood was coming back to his cock at the sight of his own reflection. In that moment, he was a personification of power - a god of strength and beauty. Every muscle fiber was bursting on him. He was enormous, bigger than life. He wanted to turn around towards her, but she stopped him from doing that, lest he get some new ideas. She stood behind him so that his frame would completely eclipse her from the mirror. Only her hands were visible because she was caressing his muscles gently. He realised that it felt good that his god-like body is finally receiving some worshiping. His dick was insanely hard now. He looked at himself as the petit female hands were passing over the massive landscape of his sculpted V-shaped torso. He flexed his arms and allowed my friend to feel the enormity of power emanating from his hard lats, triceps, and biceps. He knew that nothing could stop him in this moment if he went on a rampage, but getting some love and appreciation for the body he had painstakingly built over the years felt much more rewarding. He could no longer contain himself. His breathing and his twitching stiff cock became a signal of the fact that he could no longer fight his sexual urges. My friend realised that, so she jerked him off. When he laid down on the bed, she gladly sucked him because she was relieved. He came in a torrent of sperm. My friend told me about this with clear fear and disbelief at the events she was describing, but I, for whatever reason, felt like it was the sexiest thing I had ever heard. She says that they are still friends, and I still see his comments on her posts, but she said that that day’s experience is something she is not eager to repeat… I barely contained my breathing as she was describing all of this to me. What did you feel? This is based on true events that happened more than half a year ago. Here is another picture of “Philip”. I hear that he finally understood what a beauty he is, so now he took to modelling.
  9. mutador

    Joe Turning Back Home

    DISCLAIMER: The story you're about to read is loosely based on Absman420's "The New Supermen" stories, but it must not be considered a continuation or sequel of any sort, due to key plot differences and disagreements between the authors. NOTE FROM AUTHOR: This is the longest musclegrowth piece I've written so far, and it took easily a month or more to write, thanks Absman for the inspiration despite our differences! Joe turning back home He woke up from the unnecessary sleep, though he didn't really need it, sleeping gave him that extra dose of power to feel just some more his hyper strength and masculinity. He rose from bed without using his hands, as he usually did, using his flying abilities which he now perfectly controlled. Since his transformation he slept with a pair of briefs very snug to his heavily muscled ass and tightened at the front by his big dick. He was one of the select few who had their own quarters, it was so because of his size and strength. Who would have said that of the flabby old Joe! He was the second strongest supercop and the second faster too! Actually he was the one with the best combination of speed and strength in the whole place. As he let his feet gently touch the bedroom's floor, he took a good glance of himself at the full-length mirror by his bed. His immense figure was impressive, at 6'3 1/2” (1.91m) his frame supported twice as much muscle as any bodybuilder he'd ever seen. He made a double biceps pose and also turned around to see if everything was right, checked his butt and the thickness of his legs, damn, he would bet he was bigger than yesterday. He thought maybe he'd grown overnight, it was still probable, only a month after the transformation he was not at the peak of it and there was still room for growth and strengthening, not that he needed any! Joe also gave a look at his face, stubble had grown as he slept, thick and strong as himself. He looked at his face, darn, he was looking good!, his blue eyes gleamed in front of the mirror, instead of his 54, he looked to be in his late thirties: his formerly bald head was now populated with strong short black hair in many places, he'd just reverted to the incipient baldness he'd had just twenty years before. This made him look even more manly than if his head had been completely full. His double chin had disappeared, replaced by a more protruding divided chin and a stronger jaw. The bridge of his nose had always been strong and squared, that remained the same, still increasing his masculine looks, but the tip of his nose that had started to point downward in his senior years was now erect and perfect, like magically fixed. He looked even better than at younger ages! He just smiled and blasted a beam of his powerful heat vision to the mirror, the ray bounced back to his face where every little hair melted away. “Wow”, he exclaimed, rubbing his face with his hand in satisfaction. “This is what I call a good shave”, said in a voice that made the walls rumble. He could have left his beard as it was cause he thought it made him look great, but today was a special occasion, the day when he was going back home. It took him about two seconds to dress, yeah, he took it a little slow this morning, he was leaving anyway. With a flash he appeared at the breakfast table like the other supermen though some chose not to use their superspeed to get at it. Darn, he got a good serving for the pleasure of it. The rest of the day went on as usual, only he and the men who got transformed the same day as him were leaving to their hometowns so they were happy and relaxed. They did the usual jog of 200 kilometers and the flight of a couple thousand miles at max speed just to warm up for the day. Joe couldn't stop thinking how cool it was going to be when his kids and his wife saw him arriving home, buzzing through the air, he wanted to see the look in their eyes at the moment they get a close gasp at his new physique. It was midday, after lunch they went away, it was Joe's last clothes change, he chose his outfit pretty cautiously, he wanted something that showed his new self, he picked a tight black t-shirt that seemed about to burst at the front pressed by his huge pecs and at the seams stretched by his upper-arms. He also wore short pants, snug in the butt and the enormous bulging thighs, much like the uniform supercops were going to be using in town. Then came the moment to part, they greeted each other and promised to stay in touch. Joe and Pablo flew together, for a moment they tried to outspeed each other but they realized they couldn't, though right now Pablo was slightly stronger than him, they were equal in flying speed. They talked about how many things they could do to improve their hometown, Pablo said there were never gonna be any more crime 100 squares around were he'd be patrolling and Joe doubled it saying 200 squares. Well, their fantasies weren't so far from reality, they could easily fly or run 20 kilometers in a matter of seconds. It took them very little time to arrive to Buenos Aires, they just had to cross the whole country, which took them easily half an hour flying at supersonic speeds. Once they were close they slowed down and each one separated to go to their duty places. Since both were top-notch supermen, the authorities had decided that Joe and Pablo were too much just for Buenos Aires. This usually happened when two supermen came from the same area, specially in this case when each one of these could do the job of two or three other regular ones. For example, it required two or sometimes three supermen to pick-up a fully loaded cargo ship at the dock, while both Joe and Pablo could do that almost single-handedly. That's the reason why Joe was in charge of Buenos Aires and Pablo was assigned to Mendoza. Joe slowly descended upon the street of his house, it was in Barracas. Imagine what Mrs. Caldanho, the old neighbor who was watering the plants in her garden, thought when suddenly a huge muscle man wearing a tight t-shirt and short pants came flying from the air, smiling broadly. She kind of froze in her stance, water dripping without stop onto the ground. Joe noticed her and descended very kindly just in front of her, “Hey, Mrs. Caldanho, everything alright?”, She took a moment to adjust and then said “Joe! is that you?” Despite his changes, Joe was still easily recognizable, he was only a perfected and enhanced version of himself. “Yes, mam, it's me, watch out the plants”, he reached down to the woman's water can and gently guided it upward with his fingers. “oh, yes” she muttered, “you must be careful, too much water is no good, ya know...”, Joe said in a voice that made the lady tremble. She was pretty short, the top of her head not even reaching his pectorals, so he had to almost crouch to talk to her. He greeted her and left her just as puzzled, then walked to his front door. “Damn”, he thought, he'd forgotten his keys, he rejoiced at the thought that he could easily rip the door away single-handedly, but he didn't want to have to fix it later so he knocked at it with the knuckle of his index finger, trying to be gentle not to accidentally slam it to pieces. Even so, from the inside it sounded like someone wanted to take the door down. “Oh damn!” Susan shouted at her sons in the upper floor, “who's hitting our door like that!”, she was working out in the living room and as easily as she jumped and jived with the home video she made a quick trotter to the front door. When she finally opened the door she was amazed, a huge guy was covering all her eyesight, “Who the fuck!”, she exclaimed, “Honey!”. Joe entered the place, smiling, he had to look down at her as with almost everyone in his neighborhood now. He'd been a couple inches taller than her before, but now her eyes met at the level of his nipples. She couldn't believe it, extended her hands to reach for each one of the big upper arms, trying to assimilate her husband's physique that was so wide as she'd never seen, she cupped her palms at his pecs, and also run them over his meaty thighs covered with manly fur as well as his arms. “Is this you?”, she asked in amazement. “Yes, it's me honey”, Joe replied. “Oh my god, you sound like an announcer, and you look so fucking gorgeous! I'm gonna be the envy of the whole neighborhood!”, she yelled! Susan didn't look bad herself, she was 48 and she was in charge of aerobics and dance classes at the gym so she kept in very good shape, actually Joe had been worried lately his wife might deserve someone better than him. Now it was going to be very hard for her to find someone better. With a grin, Joe put his big left hand under her ass and lifted her up to her surprise, she grabbed his huge biceps and triceps to keep balance and made a “Wow”. Joe kept her that way as if it was no effort for him, she shouted, “Come and see dad, kids!”. They had 4 sons, Amanda was 22 and about to leave home, Tom who was 17, Juan at 13 and Vicky at just 10, they flew down the stairs. First of them was Juan, “Oh fucking man! What happened to ya, is this ya?” The rest of the family arrived, “Yeah!”, Joe said and bent his free arm, his huge upper arm tensed into a mass as big as one and a half bowling balls and surely a thousand times more dense and hard than that. Tom was the only one who could reach for a caress, and run his hand while saying “Wow, watch my big dad!”, then Joe chuckled and put his arm back down. Tom just started pretending he was a boxer, jumping back and forth and landing a few punches at the Joe's now relaxed upper-arm and shoulder. “Punch as hard as you want buddy, I don't feel a damn thing”, Joe said confidently. Tom kept punching and Juan punched at his belly in a similar fashion. “That too”, Joe said and laughed. At the same time, Vicky was trying to envelop Joe's thigh, but it was too big around for her 10-year-old girl arms. “So, now they make the cops big, huh?”, Amanda asked defiantly, she didn't seem so happy. Joe put his wife down and walked towards Amanda, standing in front of her, “Amanda, dear, how you've been?” The rest of the family followed behind. Joe tried to reach for Amanda's shoulder for a caress but she quickly removed it, “Let go! You freak!” “Oh, honey, why do you act like that?”, Susan asked while reaching to hug her husband's upper-arm which she didn't seem to be able to let go. Joe was puzzled and took a few steps towards Amanda who was by the dinning table. “I'm just saying he doesn't look like my dad, he's a freak, and that's it! What do you think you're gonna do, reduce crime? You can kill someone, you're like a monster!” “Honey, you're wrong, you mustn't worry ”, Joe said calmly and picked up a chair, “Why don't we sit down and talk, honey?” and took a few steps towards her. She stepped back violently, “Don't get close to me, you phenomenon!” “What's wrong with you? I'm your dad, I'm not a monster!”, he replied. “Yes, you are!”, she defied. All this made Joe nervous, and he accidentally turned the chair in his hands into pieces. “See what I mean!”, Amanda said pointing at the squeezed chair in Joe's hands and rushhed upstairs to her bedroom. Joe just let the remnants fall on the floor, and looked at his wife concerned. “Jesus”, he said “what's wrong with her?”, he wasn't mad, since his transformation it took a lot to make him angry thus his heart was full of compassion and concern for his daughter, instead of anger. Susan tried to calm him down, saying maybe it was reasonable that their daughter needed some time to adjust to changes, that everything was going to get fixed the following day. Then his other sons asked him to show them what he could do, so they spent the rest of the afternoon looking at him flying and lifting up heavy stuff. The following day Joe was going on duty, all the kids were taking breakfast at the dinner table, except Amanda, when Joe rushed down the stairs. The look of him still amazed them, he was wearing just a pair of shorts, his furry chest completely bare, his gargantuan muscles bulging and bouncing as he moved. He decided not to shave that morning and sported the thick stubble he knew his wife and kids liked on him. Joe was carrying a plaid shirt in his hands, “Honey, guess I'll need new clothes”, he said showing the shirt to Susan who was preparing breakfast at the kitchen, “Remember when this fitted on me?”, he said with a grin, then he showed her and the kids how the sleeve of his old shirt couldn't get past his enormous forearm, he pulled and the sleeve ripped open at the seams. Joe saw the look of enjoyment and amazement in their faces, “Want me to try the pants?”, he asked then with a wheezing of superspeed he went back and forth from the bedroom carrying a worn-out pair of jeans in his hands. He compared the length of the old trousers with the length of his new legs holding them to his side, and noticed the old pants lacked at least 5 good inches. He tried one leg on but couldn't get it past the calves, and with a pull, ripped it open at the seams as well. He buzzed back and forth once more and appeared dressed like the day before, tight T-shirt and short pants. He opened the fridge and took some eggs and beacon, Susan put a hand on his big pectorals (as if she could be able to stop him) and said she was going to take care of his breakfast. “All right then, but I'll get a cup of coffee while you make it”, he said. “Oops, I'm afraid its cold”, said her and pointed at the coffee machine. Joe took the jar with coffee in his hand and got it close to his nose, he smelled kindly “Mmm, honey you make the most delicious coffee, only I prefer it hot”, he then gave a serious look at it and beamed a powerful ray of heat vision, it took just a second to bring the fluid to a little less than boiling point, then he served some coffee for him and the kids. He didn't forget to fill a cup for Amanda, who ran down the stairs already dressed and ready to go, “Hey, Amanda, come here have some coffee with your old man”, he said handing her the cup, “Stay away from me, you freak!”, she motioned to the doorway. “Where are you going?”, Joe asked. “It's none of your business”, she hed out and closed the door behind her. He could've used his speed to reach for her but he thought maybe it was best if she didn't feel he was controlling her, then maybe she'll understand everything was alright. Besides, there was not much chance to hide from him now, using his flying abilities, superhearing and supervision he could find her in seconds no matter where she'd gone. He sat down and had a big breakfast, eating very fast and large, Tom looked concerned at the way his father was eating, “Dad, aren't you afraid you may gain weight?”, he asked. “Don't worry son, no matter how much I eat my powers will keep my body just the same” “Awesome” “Besides, how much weight can I gain? I already weigh 430 pounds (193 kg) !!”, They laughed, “I still can't believe how big your arms are”, Juan pointed, “would you mind a little arm wrestling with me?” Joe was surprised, “Are you sure, son? I don't think...” “Oh, come on! Just to play...” Joe smiled and put his elbow on the table, his enormous bulging arm in wrestling position, with his palm open, “start whenever you want, son”. Juan put his comparatively tiny hand in his dad's grip, Joe closed his palm extra-carefully, he was concerned he might hurt his kid. “come on, buddy”, Joe said with a grin. Juan began to push, desperately trying to move his dad's arm, it was impossible, like it was carved out of stone. Joe was just looking at his unmovable arm and his son straining against it, as if he wasn't even involved in the wrestle, Juan moaned and used his other hand to support himself and put his whole body in the effort. “Hey, that is cheating! Dad's other arm is not on the table”, Tom pointed. “Haha, let him do as he wants”, Joe calmed Tom down, “Actually, why don't you stand up and use both your hands”, he recommended Juan. Juan did as he was said and put both his hands and his legs into the pushing, but it was to no avail. “Tom, why don't you help your brother?” Tom just grabbed Joe's fist with both hands and started pulling with all his might to help his younger brother. The big dad was still amazed at how effortless it was to keep his hand in place. “Mmm, guess it's my turn to take your hands down, isn't it? Just tell me if you get hurt or something and I'll stop immediately, I don't want my kids injured”, with this he gently and very slowly pushed their hands towards the table and when they touched it, he released the grip and took away his arm. They laughed. “Wow, that was great!!”, Juan shouted. Tom was chuckling and thinking how strong their dad must be, they'd seen him performing strength feats but they hadn't had a palpable feeling of his strength until that moment. “Guess you're not gonna upset your Dad from now on, do ya?”, Joe asked mockingly. “No way, Sir!”, said Tom and made a military greeting at his dad between cheers. Joe flew away to the central police station to report. It took him about two seconds because he got distracted watching and memorizing every place in town from the sky. When he walked into the station he was surprised, everything seemed so small, all the men looked so thin, weak and short (he'd got used to the supermen training camp). As he strode in the other cops looked at him in amazement, he walked to the counter and put his hands on it, dropping his weight, he quickly realized the counter was fragile and it was about to break and removed his hands. It took officer Sarah Candle a moment to adjust when she saw the big man. “Joe?! is this you?”. “Sarah, wassup! Any news since I've been gone?”, “Oh my god, you're HUGE!”, she said and put a hand on his arm. Another officer as old as Joe had heard Sarah's scream and got close “Joe! Hey buddy, welcome back MAN!” Officer McLong got to his side and patted Joe as hard as he could in the back. “Jesus man, you're a rock!” “Hey wassup, pal!”, Joe smiled broadly and turned around to face his old pal, they'd had the same height before, but now Joe had to look down on him “Jeez, long time no see”, Joe put one of his big hands on McLong's shoulder and gripped affectionately, then let go. “Ouch!”, McLong muttered and then massaged his shoulder. “Oh oh, sorry pal, are you ok? Tried to be gentle”. “It's ok, it's ok”, said McLong while still rubbing his shoulder. Joe beamed his shoulder with his x-ray vision and assured “ You mustn't worry, nothing is broken in there, pal.” Other cops passed by and greeted him, asked him to flex his new muscles and touched him, all in all a warm welcome for the big man. Officer Candle instructed him to go to the locker room, where she showed him his special clothes. She pulled out a pair of shorts and a huge short-sleeved shirt, she tried to extend it but it was so big she barely could with the length of her arms, “As you see, we've taken your new measurements into account, these are made of special materials that don't tear apart with heat, aren't pierced by bullets and also will stretch to fit your muscles, in case you grow some more, as it may be probable”. “Do you think I'll get even bigger?” “There have been cases, we don't know, in any case when you bend your arms or legs you need your clothes to stretch a lot as I see” “No doubt about it”. “These slippers are also unbreakable, specially designed for superspeed running”. “Cool!” “That's it” “No weapons?” “Why would you need a weapon?” “That's true” “Besides, as I see you've got a big weapon in there already”, she said pointing at Joe's crotch. Joe looked down and smiled, both laughed. “Take your time and dress”, she went out of the room. In just a second Joe appeared behind her dressed in new clothes with shield and all. The uniform was black and made out of a fabric that resembled that of regular uniforms, letters “BPD” were printed in his back, he had a radio on his right shoulder. “Wow, you're fast”, she gave a look at Joe, the new outfit seemed to jut out his awesome physique. “Well, now you're introduced and are wearing your shield I must submit to your orders”, she said and greeted at the big man in tough military way. “It's ok”, he greeted back, “I allow you to return to your duties officer”. “As you say, Sir, remember you must see the Station Chief and he will show you your office”. “I already know, thank you, you can leave now”. “Thanks, Sir”. This is something they were instructed to in the Academy, all supermen became automatically the highest police authority in town. This was made so for logical reasons, it was ridiculous that a man capable of kicking the whole police station to outer space had to submit to a regular guy he could easily snap like a twig. In some cases, the Chief of Police of the town was genetically capable of being turned into a supercop, but those were odd cases, superman's formula required the subject to have certain genetic mutations that only less than five percent of the male population possessed. In this case Joe had not been the chief of police and had been actually four steps below in the rank, so this was a big promotion for him. The Chief still remained in charge but Joe was named Major Commander of the force and the chief had to obey and report to him. He walked to the Chief's office, he was going to knock, but then remembered he was boss now, apparently the door was locked but he didn't notice and when he pushed at it, it ripped open, and in a moment he was standing inside holding up the door in his hand by the knob. “Oops”, he exclaimed, noticing how light the door felt in his hand. Officer Donald Scheuring was focused on some papers and found himself interrupted: “I told not to be disturb...!” he shouted but stopped in mid sentence when he saw what was in front of him. “Hello Don, wassup”, he said to the chief, damn, he always wanted to treat him this informal way. Don stood up, impressed by this sudden demonstration of power by Joe, and greeted in formal fashion, “Sorry Sir, you're welcome”. “It's ok, Don, you can relax”, said Joe while laying the door against the wall, “Get that fixed later”, he ordered looking at Don, signaling the door, enjoying the fact he was giving orders to the man who'd been giving them to him for years. Joe just stood in front of Don's desk with his hands in his hips in proud stance. Don walked towards him and extended his hand, when he was about to touch Joe he asked respectfully “May I...?” “Sure”, Joe replied, and Don put his hand in his huge upper-arm, giving it a caress. “Jesus, I must admit I'm impressed”, Don said. “Hehe, I bet you are, Don” “How strong are you?” “More than you imagine”, said Joe and put a hand at Don's belt and lifted him off the ground. “Wowow”, Don got a little scared, Joe laughed and played around with him in the air. “Would you take me down, Sir”, Don asked respectfully. “Of course”, Joe put him gently down, “show me my office now.” The office was in a special floor, on top of the station, it was specially built and designed for and by supermen, “This is your office, Sir”, Don said, “I haven't been able to enter, Sir, I suspect it's none of my business what's in it, but would you mind if I take a look with you, Commander?”. “It's ok, Don, you can come with me”. The office wasn't locked in any conventional way, no keyhole, no number pad, retina scan devices, voice recognition or security card interface. Don took the door's handle and tried to move it unsuccessfully, “Darn, who knows how this door works!” “Let me try”, said Joe, grabbed the handle and easily pulled, opening the door like it weighed nothing. It was just that the door was so heavy only a superman could move it. “Heh, guess you need to work those arms out at the gym some more, little Don”, joked Joe as he patted Don on the back making him stumble into the office. The place was huge, easily six or seven times bigger than Don's office, it was all very slick and stylish, computers and screens all over with simultaneous streams of information only a superman's mind could absorb. It seemed to have no windows. Don was amazed. Joe said “hey, this is very dark, how do we OPEN WINDOWS”? While he said that he heard some computer tingling sound and big windows opened lighting the place beautifully. “Great!” Joe screamed, “CLOSE WINDOWS”, and everything closed back down. “OPEN WINDOWS”, Don said but the computer didn't do as said. “Well, seems it only works with a real man's voice, OPEN WINDOWS”, said Joe while chuckling and the windows opened. “All right now, then...”, said Joe directing to Don, “as you may understand I'm in charge of many of the decisions and resolutions you have been taking before, thus, I want a report on your security strategy and future projections by seventeen hundred”. “By seventeen hundred?”, Don looked worried. “Yes, and it better be thorough, can you make it?”, asked Joe defiantly. “Yes, ...” A silence built up and Joe's eyes froze on the smaller guy for a moment. “... Sir”. “Very good, you're dismissed to your duties, officer”. “All right, Commander”. Joe was pleased, he walked around his office feeling his heaving muscles bouncing on him, rubbing the tight uniform. He thought he could go for a quick fly around town and check the place. Just as he thought about flying a circular opening appeared in the ceiling of his office. Just the size for him to pass. He flied through it into the Buenos Aires's sky. He raised himself pretty high to have a good global view of his area, checked the trains, the ships that were coming and going, the airport, the buildings, he realized he could focus in an area and using his supervision get a clear view of what was happening in any place 100 miles away from him. He could also penetrate any building with his eyes, and if he made the effort he could use his superhearing to detect and distinguish whatever anyone was saying no matter how in a whispering tone it was said. As he was perusing the dock, he detected some trouble and flew there in a snap. A group of men were working in a big container, trying to prevent it from falling in the ground. Apparently one of the chains of the crane that was transporting it broke and there was a high risk the remaining links could not stand. The men surprised as they saw Joe arriving at incredible speed, he kept hovering beside them, they were in awe not only because the supercop was flying like superman but also because of his size. “Hi guys, I'm the new chief of police, my name is Jorge Bullder”, he explained, “but you can call me Joe, I'm at your service”. “And what can you do?”, asked one of the men, who stood out from the crew looking fat and tough. “This”, Joe flew under the container and single-handedly lifted it until it unhooked, he then held it balanced in his right hand while got back close to the men, still hovering in the air, “So, Where do you want to put it?” The guys that were awestruck had to regain breath to speak. Then one of them shouted and signaled an empty spot in the dock's container lot. Joe easily flew there and gently dropped the container that must have weighted around ten tons in the floor. The group of men came close to him and some of them even dared to pat him in the back and shoulders, he greeted them and flew away. Joe thought he was going to be a busy supercop, but he was too fast and efficient and there were very few occasions when a superman was really needed, so he had plenty of free time. He spent his leisure time thinking about how to make the city police better or enjoying it with his kids and wife. Instead of spending the whole day patrolling or in the station, he went back and forth from home to the street then to the station anytime with complete freedom. Since he was the boss nobody was going to tell him what to do, and he was so fast it took him just one second to zip from place to place. He kept his radio on at all times and people from the 911 called him when there was a superman-class emergency reported in town. Even early in the mornings when everyone was asleep there was a vibration system in his radio that woke him up to go on duty. He decided he would have lunch at home while he waited for the reports Don had to make for him. In an instant he arrived home, when he was landing he realized the front yard's grass wasn't mowed, actually it was a mess. He gave a quick x-ray glance at the house and found Tom, Juan and Vicky had just arrived from school and were preparing for dinner and Amanda was locked in her bedroom. Susan was cooking at the kitchen. He got in the house, “Hey everyone!”, the kids were already coming down. The TV was on, it was the news: “Finally, Buenos Aires has its supercop, today he helped a group of workers with an unstable container at the dock”, said the announcer while interviews with the dock workers were shown “He's the biggest guy I've ever seen”, said a fat guy “I bet he's stronger than the original superman”, added a guy by him. Pics of him appeared on screen, so many Jorge wondered who'd taken them! “Hey look! Dad's in the news!”, said Vicky proudly. “Hehe, I'll be there often I guess”, Joe said. Susan called everyone for dinner, including Amanda, who seemed to ignore her. The kids and Joe sat at the table, the big dad had a huge serving of food. When everyone looked at him he replied, “You know how much I like eating and now I can eat as much as I want!” “It's ok honey, you must eat, I want you big and strong”, Susan said while giving Jorge's upper-arm a good grab. Joe ate quick and the kids too, then they talked a little at the table, “Hey, what happened with the lawn in my absence boys?”, Jorge asked in a friendly but firm way. “Nobody dared mow it?” “No, dad, it's just that..., remember we lent the mower to Mr. Charleston?”, replied Tom. “Yes, and what with that?” “Well, he didn't want to give it back to us” “Really? How unusual of him...” The doorbell rang in Mr. Charleston's house, he hurried to the door, when he opened it a figure of immense size was standing in front of him, the tip of Charly's head barely reached the man's adam's apple. When he recognized him as Joe he faked a smile “Joe, it's you, I've seen you in the news, congratulations pal!” “Thank you buddy, may I come in?”, Jorge asked politely. “Of course”, said Charleston, almost trembling. “How've things come out lately Charly? Everything alright?” “Yes, well, some money problems, but everything else is ok” Jorge put a hand on his left shoulder, it was so heavy Mr Charleston went weak on the knees and almost fell in the ground “Remember about the grass mower I lent you”, Jorge removed his hand. “A mower?” “Yeah, you know, that big expensive one we had just bought...”, as he spoke Jorge used his hands to emphasize his words, Charleston couldn't help but follow the huge arms with his eyes, just thinking how powerful they must've been. “Uh! I remember! Well... umm...I don't have it”, replied the man almost in a whisper. “You don't have it?”, Jorge's muscles grew tense, suddenly his already big figure increased in size, he put his hands in his hips. He did a quick x-ray examination of his neighbor's house. “Yes, you don't have it”, he said while taking a couple steps towards Charleston, “I guess there's a good explanation”, he said while Charleston took some steps back. “Well, I...” “What's this inside your pants?”, said Jorge and picked the guy up like a scarecrow, turned him around in the air and with his free hand took a little bag out of the guys pocket. The bag had some white powder. “Are you on drugs?” “I can explain it.” “You better, I can get you in jail for this! You sold my mower to buy drugs?” “Calm down, pal!” Joe realized what he was doing and that with his immense power he could hurt the guy, so he softly let him stand on his feet again, then he chilled out and talked in a calm way. “Charly, are you aware that you're sick? I mean, you need help, but you must understand I can't just overlook this, though I don't necessary have to put you in jail” “Would you let me go then?” “Not at all!”, all of a sudden Joe looked concerned and inadvertently picked Charleston up again. “Wowowow”, Charly panicked. Joe smiled and put him back down. “I'm taking you to a rehab center Char...” “Can I refuse...?” “I'm afraid you have no option, you better tell me who sold you this or I'll get you straight to jail”, Joe was still holding him pretty firmly and there was no way to escape from him. “Well I don't know, I mean, there are many guys selling it to me, I switch dealers, some get cheap, others are more expensive, I don't have just one” “Where do you buy it then?”, asked Joe in a concerned manner. Charly told him where were the best areas of the city to get drugs. Then he walked him outside, did a slight jump, Charleston surprised and suddenly they were flying. Joe took him to the center in just a few instants. Back home, the kids asked Joe about the mower, he had to explain he couldn't get it back... “He dared not give it to you?”, asked Tom, obviously surprised at Charleston's bravery. “Haha, no, it's not that, he didn't have it”, replied Joe slightly chuckling. “And what did you do to him, just let him go? If I were you I would've crushed his skull with my hands” “If you were me you wouldn't want to do that, besides he had a drug problem” “He sold the mower to buy drugs? And you let him go?!” “No, I took him with me...” “Ah,... now I understand, you put him in jail!”, Tom said now happy to know his dad's authority had been preserved. “Yeah, sort of...” “Cool! And how are we going to cut the lawn?” “Mmm... I guess I have an idea, stand back”, with this Joe put a hand on Tom and Juan's chests and dragged them back, almost lifting them off the ground. He gave a focused look at the lawn and shot a wide ray of heat vision at it, it was a brief instant, but enough to burn the grass that looked completely carbonized, then he took a deep breath and blew at it like a hurricane, the wind took the ashes away and there it was, the grass looked like it had been carefully chopped. “Wow!”, shouted Juan, amazed. “Don't think you will be relieved from having to mow the lawn now! This is a special occasion, next time you'll have to do it by yourselves”, said Jorge firmly. Joe flew back to the Station and to his office, and sat in front of his desk, watching at the computer screen and absorbing the flood of information. The comfortable armchair he was sitting in was bigger than the normal size, yet he was pleased at the way his huge muscled body fitted tightly in. He heard a bell ringing, he looked at the intercom monitor, it was Don. Joe thought about the door opening and it quickly opened at his mental command, Don came in. “Sir, I brought you the report you asked for”, said Don, Joe stood up in front of the smaller man who was still surprised by his size and took the report from his hands. “Thanks, sergeant”, said Jorge and quickly flipped the pages of the report in front of his face. Then he handed it back. “Aren't you going to read it?”, Don looked puzzled. Jorge said with a grin, “I already read it and memorized it, sergeant. Not a bad job for someone of your capacities!” “Well, thank you, Sir” “What I noticed is that there is no mention about the drug problem the city seems to be undergoing, I must ask you for an addendum addressing this subject” “Of course Sir, you will have it as soon as possible” “Hope very soon is possible” “Ok, Sir, as you wish” “Dismissed” “Thanks” With this Don left the room. There was something wrong about this and Jorge knew it, all around he'd been receiving reports on crimes associated with drug abuse and yet there was no mention of that in the report, he wondered why Don didn't include an analysis of one of the worst security problems of the city. Jorge decided he would take the matter in his hands, he would start with the heaviest and more dangerous drugs like crack and heroine, then go for cocaine. Jorge didn't mind much about weed, he always thought they'd better legalize it, he actually was a consumer in the seventies and even until recently he would smoke a joint now and then. Jorge decided he should go for another round in town, let people know him better. He flew away and descended slowly in a crowded avenue. People noticed his descent, gathered and signaled at him. A superman was not something as new as before, people already knew the original superman, what they liked about Jorge was that he looked like a regular guy, like it was your father or brother who got superpowers, and that it was all theirs, it was Buenos Aires's. Once in the ground he greeted the small crowd, some even got the chance to grab his huge upper arms and talk to him. He noticed two guys from a moving company carrying a fridge with great difficulty, he stood by them and offered help, then put a hand under the fridge and the men surprised at how it seemed to float away from their grab. There was a lady outside instructing at the guys, Jorge asked her “Where'd this go, madam?” The woman pointed at a spot inside her house and Jorge single handedly took the fridge in like it was made out of cardboard. The men and the lady thanked him and he continued walking down the avenue, his huge muscles bouncing up and down with every step, people looking at him, some even knew him from before his transformation and greeted him. He noticed there was a street lamp bent over, apparently a truck had crashed on it or something. He steadied the base of the street lamp's pole with his hand, and with the other he easily straightened it, the steel squealed loudly as he bent the metal back to its original shape with his hands. He suddenly picked up something with his super-hearing, then buzzed quickly inside a bank a block away. Some kind of hostage situation had started. There was a guy with a shotgun pointing at the people who were throwing themselves on the floor. Another guy was harassing a cashier with a bag, asking her to fill it with money. The guy with the shotgun just saw a huge man appearing in front of him, and hesitated with the surprise. This gave Jorge time to seize the shotgun from the guy's hands, then with the easy and confident movement of his powerful arms he bended and twisted the barrel until it was just metal crap. He picked up the guy like a scarecrow, the other guy was too busy with the cashier and when he turned around to see his partner it was too late, Jorge was in front of him and had grabbed him. He had to leave the bag and the money. Then he heard a car starting outside and rushed powerfully out carrying both the burglars in his hands. He appeared right in front of the car, it had already started and crashed in his knees which prevented it from advancing. The driver pushed the accelerator but it was to no avail, the wheels turned and turned against the pavement and soon the smell of burned rubber was in the air. Jorge lifted a foot and trod violently in the car's front with it, making a huge and deep dent and completely destroying the engine. This took the wheels to a stop, the driver was paralyzed, the big cop put the two guys inside the car, then picked up the vehicle and flew it all the way to the nearest police station. “Another job well done”, he thought. It was evening and he flew back home. Once there he helped his wife fix some dinner, while the kids were doing homework. “I'm concerned about Amanda”, he said to Susan. “Well, I'm a little concerned too, but I think she'll be alright” “Mmm, she's talking on the phone now, with a guy” “How do you know?, Do you read minds too?”, Susan asked in surprise. “Heh, no, I have superhearing, remember, I can hear everything they say” “And what do they say?” “His name is Brock, she says him 'honey', and they talk about how they're gonna be kissing.” “Isn't that romantic?” “He says he's coming to pick her up in about half an hour.” “Don't worry darling, I know the way we raised her, she knows how to take care of herself.” “I hope so.” They continued with the dinner, then several minutes later Amanda came down the stairs. She looked at her father with despise and went in front of the TV. Jorge walked close to her. In the screen there was a report on how the drug problem was disrupting life in town. There were interviews with the parents of the drug addicts and they showed images of street fights and drug rehab clinics. “Honey, I know you're dating with a guy” “It's none of your business” “I know he's coming now, I'd like to meet this guy, would you introduce him to us?” “You were spying my phone call? What do you use your powers for, gossiping?” “Well, know what Am, if you don't let me talk to the guy then I won't let you go with him.” “You can't forbid me to go, I have age to live alone already” “Yes but you live at my house and you go by my rules, is it clear young lady?”, he said this while putting his hands in his hips and expanding his torso, Amanda had to admit being intimidated. Then the doorbell rang. She stood up and rushed to the front door. Jorge whizzed quickly and appeared in front of her, his gargantuan figure covering her whole eyesight. “I'll open”, he said down to his daughter, turned around and opened the front door. The guy was outside and almost fainted when the door opened and all he could see was a huge muscled torso in a tight shirt and enormous bulging arms turning the door for him. He looked up at the large fella and couldn't believe it was the new supercop everyone was talking about in town. Jorge beamed him with x-rays and noticed he was clean, no drugs, weapons, knifes or anything unusual. “You must be Brock, come in”, Jorge said with his deep earth shaking voice and gave a good look at the guy, Brock was almost a head shorter than him but pretty well built and very good looking. “My name is Jorge, I'm Amanda's father”, Jorge boomed at the kid and extended his huge meaty hand. The boy took it and Jorge gripped at him pretty tight making the kid's hand crack. Jorge was pleased at the look of concern in the boy's face but he didn't really want to get his bones broken so he released and Brock took his hand out quickly, then the youngster tried to take the soreness out of it by shaking it in the air and massaging it. “You got a pretty good grip in there, Sir” Jorge smiled and closed the door behind the guy. “So you ride, uh?”, Jorge said to the guy regarding the harley that was parked outside. “Yup, Sir” “Be careful with that one, specially when my daughter is on it... And, what do you do?” The guy trembled and hesitated, “I... I work at a warehouse, Sir” “Uhm... at a wharehouse?” “Yeah, ya know, I move cargo in and out, that sorta thing” “Maybe I can help you move the heavy load some day, don't you think?”, said Jorge while bending his right arm into a ball of dense superpowerful muscle. “Wow sure”, the kid replied. “Ok, we'll see, and where are you two going?”, Jorge asked. “Enough Dad! It's none of your business! What are you trying to do, control us?”, Amanda replied furiously. “W.. we are going to the cinema, then for some dancing, ya know... nothing out of the ordinary.. Sir”, Brock said. “The cinema, mm.. it's ok”, Jorge smiled. “I hate you”, Amanda says. Jorge tried to ignore his daughter's strong temper, “Ok, well, have a good time”, Jorge said to them, then extended his hand to Brock again with a smile. Brock took his hands away and smiled “Woow, I prefer not to, Sir!” Jorge said “It's ok” between chuckles and patted at the guy's shoulder, this took Brock off balance but within a few seconds he recovered, then walked away massaging his sore shoulder and rode on his bike, Amanda rode behind him. When they were already speeding up, Amanda asked him “Why did you have to tell him where do we go? I mean, you don't have to do it, we're adults” “Am, did you see your dad lately? The guy is a fucking colossus, his upper arm is as big around as my rib cage, he could crush me like a grape if I refused to talk to him”. Amanda kept quiet and they sped away quickly. At home, Susan got close to Jorge, he said “I'm going after them and see where they go”, as he was motioning out of the house Susan said “Stop! Honey... you must trust your daughter, you're going to make things worse if they realize you know where they'd been, I'm sure they didn't lie”. He thought she was right, but he also thought it was a good night for air-patrolling anyway, maybe he'd find some drug dealers. He went out flying and took a pretty high spot above town. There he couldn't help but give a brief look at his daughter with his vision powers, they didn't lie, they were entering a cinema as they had said. He then decided to fly down into a pretty abandoned spot in town, where he clearly saw a guy selling drugs. He descended behind the drug dealer, the buyer saw him and quickly run away, Jorge let the buyer go and grabbed tightly at the dealer. It was just a kid, he almost pees in his pants at the look of the supercop. “Hey buddy, caught ya”, Jorge said to the kid. The boy tried to mumble he wasn't doing anything illegal, Jorge smiled and picked him up by his jacket's collar then looked at him with x-rays and put a hand in a pocket where he took out several packets with crack. “I guess this is illegal”, Jorge said and the kid didn't reply. “Tell you what, you tell me who sells this to you and I let you go”, Jorge proposed confidently. “They'd kill me if I do that” “I will protect you, otherwise I have to take you in”, then Jorge put the guy down but was still grabbing him. The kid looked concerned, he wasn't sure what to do. “The way I see it, you don't have many options little pal” “Ok, I'll tell you”. The boy told him who was dealing the drugs for him, Jorge flew there, still carrying the boy in his arms, just in case he gave a false address. He x-rayed the place and found clear signs that they were dealing drugs, then let the kid in a far spot to protect him and went back to the place. It was an apartment in a fancy spot in town, nothing that looked suspicious. He entered the building in a conventional way, supersped stairs up, and got to the 5th floor, there he knocked. He noticed with his x-rays that the door was of reinforced steel but made to look conventional. Despite his powerful knocking nobody came out. He shouted “Police! Come out! You're under arrest!”. He knocked a few more times, “If you don't come out I'll have to enter by force”, screamed Jorge with his rumbling voice. Inside the guys were busy trying to hide the evidence of drugs, they had been doing some splitting up and a couple kids were there waiting for their part to sell in the streets. Suddenly they heard a loud crack, the door and part of the wall ripped away, held firmly by one of Joe's mighty hands. He gave a few earthshaking steps in and threw the door and the piece of wall away casually. “What do we have in here? I'm afraid, you're all under arrest” “It's a mistake, Sir, you won't find anything unusual in here”, said the guy that looked like the boss (more like a capo mafia), since there were no drugs or anything like that in sight. “Guess having a little alcohol constitutes no illegal act”, the man said pointing at a couple bottles of beer. Jorge smiled and walked towards a big metal trunk, heavily locked. He picked it up with his hand (it weighed 200 pounds the least) and with the other he grabbed the big lock, pressed, and turned it into bits, then opened the trunk and flipped it upside down letting packets of cocaine and crack fall on the floor. Jorge then threw the trunk away and proceeded to call for reinforcements. “While my partners are coming, I want to know a couple of things”, he walked confidently towards the guy who looked like the leader, grabbed tight under one of his armpits lifting him up almost inadvertently. “First of all, I know you're just an intermediary, I want to know who's selling to you” “I don't know” “You're kidding me?”, Jorge tightened his grip and lifted the guy off the floor. “No no, please, take me down, I met this guy in the Internet, he told me to leave the money in a trash can in Rivadavia park and he would send one of his guys to take the cash and put the merchandise in, I've been doing this for a couple of months” Jorge took the guy flying away through the window “you're gonna tell me just the right spot”, they flew above the park and the guy pointed at a trash can “this is the place”, they descended, “Mmm, it's ok, hope for your own good you're not lying to me”, Jorge replied, “Now you're going to jail and I'll know where to find you in case you lied” “It's the truth, Sir” “And when is the next delivery scheduled for?” “We do this once a week, today was the one for this week, so I'm afraid you'll have to wait” “You better not lie”, Jorge didn't yet trust the guy but flew him back to the apartment where the regular cops had arrived, and gave the guy to them for arresting. Joe returned home, all through dinner he looked upset, and he answered just yes or no to his kid's and wife's questions. He sat on the couch, which squealed by the weight of his heavy physique. He picked up the remote control to watch some TV, unable to find a channel to please him he flipped through the buttons, “how boring” he said, and in a rush of anger crushed the remote between his fingers. Susan got close to him “Honey, what's wrong?” “It's nothing.” “Come on, I know you, I don't have x-ray vision but you can't hide your feelings from me.” “Well, I thought I was going to end this whole drug traffic thing tonight” “And what prevented it?” “I can't really find the main source of the drugs, with all this powers and I can't find it, they seem to have found a way to hide it from me” “Don't you have a clue or something?” “Yes, well, if I climb up the ladder of dealers I know I will find it but it will take time.” “Well, you know honey, you're incredibly powerful, but you're not a god; you're being too hard on yourself.” “Yes, could be” “Besides, You know I've been missing you all this months you've been away”, with this Susan started massaging his husband's pecs and caressing one of his enormous shoulders “maybe I can help you relax”, she added. “Honey, uhmm”, Jorge felt uncomfortable. “Last night I did a lot of effort to refrain from jumping on you, you're looking so hot; and don't think I didn't notice that your dick is easily twice as big and fat”, she said taking a hand down to his crotch, noticing that his husband's dick was getting hard. “I'm sorry honey,” he motioned her gently away, taking her hands away. “What's wrong?” “It's not that easy sweetheart, there are certain risks to take into account, I'm maybe too powerful to get laid with you” “What do you mean?, you love me, you wouldn't hurt me!” “That's true honey, but I make a lot of things without even realizing, my prostate gland is so powerful I can dig a hole in a wall with my ejaculation, when I thrust my dick back and forth I gain a speed you won't be able to take” “And what if you slow down just for me?” “I can't guarantee I will be able to do that... until I find a way to have safe sex with you I'm not going to touch you honey, I'm sorry.” “We'll overcome this, we'll find a way” “I want you to know that I will understand it if you find substitutes” “How dare you! I'd never do that! May we kiss, don't we?” “Yeah, I guess there's no danger in kissing” And they did so. The following days Jorge patrolled the city trying to find new clues regarding the location of the main dealers but to no avail. In the back of his mind, the subject of sex with Susan persisted and kept worrying him, he thought he'd better ask for advice in the superman's Internet forum that had been recently open, maybe his superpals could help him, he thought he mustn't be the only one with a wife to please. In the forum every other supermen told him they were refraining from sex with their wives until further notice, some chose to jack off or have sex with other supermen. Jorge had even arranged meetings with a couple other supermen who remembered him from the Academy and were eager to fuck with him. Then, when he wasn't expecting it, a private message appeared in his screen, they said there was an experimental device that could help him and they needed supermen for testing, he had to fly to the supermen's headquarters for further details. He thought he had nothing to lose so he sped away to the headquarters, flew across the country in about half an hour. When he appeared he met another superman who recognized him and instructed him were to go. He got into a lab where other supermen were working. “Hey, I didn't know this place”, he said to the men in lab coats, these guys were supermen scientists obviously because their tight labcoats couldn't hide their enormous physiques. “Hello Joe, pal, How'd things been going lately?”, said one of the scientists. Joe recognized him finally, it was Tancredi, one of his pals from the academy. “Hey man! What's up! What happened to you I thought you were a cop!” “Yeah, well, they wanted to create a team of super-scientists and they enrolled me... you know I always liked science and with this super-intelligence we have everything seems so easy now... Hey! Look at you! I bet you look bigger than last time!!”. “You think so? Think I might be growing?” “I'm sure man, you're taller and more muscled, I wonder just how strong you must be” “More than I would like to, sometimes. But, geez! What do you guys do?” “Certainly much more than regular scientists, we already found the cure to almost every illness, including AIDS” “Amazing” “We've also thought about the problems other supermen could have...” “Well, you know, this issue is bothering me...” “Oh yeah, well, we have something here that could help you” “Really?” Tancredi's voice instructed the computer to open a locker, inside it was a spherical device, it was made out of chromed steel, very shinny and seemed to have a red button. Tancredi took the thing in his hands and showed it to Joe. “Well, I'm going to show you how it works, but I must warn you it won't feel good”, with this Tancredi pushed the red button, the device shone and hummed slightly. Suddenly Joe felt a little weary, he moved his hands and then his legs and realized he felt his limbs heavier. “Hey!”, he exclaimed. Moving his hands took some effort actually, he was used to effortless motion. “What's this?”, Jorge said, he looked around trying to use his x-ray vision and also checked if he could get flying thrust, but he couldn't. “Feels awful, doesn't it? This is what this device does, we've found a special secret combination of electromagnetic wavelengths that cancels our powers” “What the fuck!?” “It won't kill you, but it will just take out your superstrength, invulnerability, visual capacities, fly capacities, making you just like a big and strong but regular man” “This means I can have sex with regular people?” “Yes” “That's right, well, isn't this dangerous? I mean, there were no means to take our power away before, not even kryptonite” “This is the only device in existence, it was made to be effective in the range of a small room only, and if someone tries to disassemble it in order to find how it works it will destroy itself” “Now please turn it off!” Tancredi pushed the red button again and the device stopped glowing. Both supermen found their strength coming back. “Wow, feels much better”, screamed Jorge. “Now take the device and give it a try, but be careful, nobody must know this exists!”, said Tancredi and handed Jorge the apparatus. “Thanks buddy”, with this Jorge flew back home with the device in his hands. That night after dinner, Susan found Jorge more cheerful and talkative than usual, she also realized he was physically much closer to her, touching her now and then like he used to do before his transformation. He picked her up and took her to the couch where they sat by each other, she was surprised, he enveloped her with his huge arm, she caressed it. They turned the TV on, there was an aerobics teacher bouncing in the screen, behind him a bunch of athletic guys were mimicking his moves. “Geez, they look so hot!”, she said. Then Jorge remembered, “Hey! You know that guy don't you? You two shared a class, didn't you?” “Oh yeah! I've seen him now and then... think his name is Nathan” “Just now and then, uh?”, Jorge interrogated suspiciously. “Yes, I mean...” “I understand honey, you don't have to hide it, so many months without me and you got these athletic looking guys available” “You know I wouldn't do that to you Jorge! I'm not that kind of girl” “Know what, I don't care what you've done in my absence, cause tonite I will show you what a real man is”, then he bent his right arm in front of her face. “Is Nathan's as big as this one?”, he asked. “Honey, you know he's not”, Susan chuckled while massaging Jorge's big upper-arm. “He's not even a fourth the size, is he?” “He's not even an eighth, sweetheart, he's not even in the same league as you” “Would you like to fuck with this mammoth of a man?” “But you said...” “Well, I have a surprise”, he put his hand under her butt and stood, lifting her up, she grabbed his huge shoulder for balance and he took her to their bedroom. He let her lay on the bed, closed the bedroom door and took the sphere device out of a drawer. He pressed the red button and put the thing over the night table. Darn, it didn't feel well at first, but within a few minutes he grew accustomed. He laid himself on the bed next to her. Darn, he wasn't super now, but he was still big and heavy to make the bed squeal, and with his size, even as a regular man he could easily win any strongman competition. “What's this honey?” “This thing turns me temporarily into a regular man so we can fuck” She immediately jumped over him. It caught him by surprise, though even as a regular guy he could easily take her weight, as a superman he wouldn't even budge. Then she started punching at his huge pecs as hard as she could. “This is for making me wait so long”, she cried. “Hey, hey, stop it, you're hurting me” he said between laughs. Even without superpowers his wife's punches didn't hurt him, but he had forgotten how pain felt, no matter how little. He grabber her, he could get ahold as hard as he wanted now, he wasn't going to squeeze her, and they began fucking. Amanda came home, she was walking upstairs to her bedroom when she heard the moans and groans of her parents orgasm, she thought it was disgusting, then she realized there was an unusual glow and humming sound coming out of the bedroom. “How disgusting of you too! Is everything alright?”, she asked and knocked at the door. None of them could notice her, even Joe without his powers could be easily caught by surprise. The bedroom door was unlocked, so she easily entered just when they had finished their orgasms. As they saw her, they tried to hide grabbing their sheets close to their bodies. “Amanda! Go away!”, Susan screamed authoritatively. Jorge remembered about the device that was glowing and reached for it and turned it off quickly. He felt ecstatic as his powers came back fast, making him feel a million times the man he'd been a second before and he couldn't help but shout a loud “Wow”. This caught Amanda's attention but she didn't mention anything about it. “Ok, sorry I guess you're adults, can do anything you want”, and she went away wondering what that weird device was for. During the week their lives went on as usual, only difference was they had sex every night. Nor Tom or Juan cared about it, they thought their parents deserved to do it, nor they cared about the faint glow coming from their bedroom while they fucked. It was the day of Jorge and Susan's second sexual intercourse, Tom and Jon shared a single bedroom, which was in the opposite side of the house, Amanda's bedroom was next to their parents' so she got all the groans and moans. Their shared bathroom happened to be next to Jorge and Sue's room. In the middle of the night while the glow was coming out of their parents' room Tom woke up in desperate need for a pee, he got inside the bathroom and began to piss, darn it felt good. But it wasn't just the piss, there was something more, something made him feel real good. When he grabbed his dick to direct the stream, he could swear it was a little thicker, “what the fuck!”, he thought, but he was still a little asleep so he didn't care much, he folded his dick back and turned back to bed, once there he was feeling the same as usual and his dick felt the same size as ever, he thought it may have been a crazy dream. Amanda wasn't home that night, she was laying in a field with Brock, looking at the stars and talking. “Know something? I saw something weird last night”, Amanda pointed to her boyfriend. “Weird like what?” “My parents were having sex” “What's unusual about that? They're supposed to” “Yeah, I know, but since my dad had come back I'd never noticed them fucking” “That sounds reasonable, imagine this... a superman must have super orgasms, maybe your mother can't take them” “And how do you know so much?” “I don't know, I just suppose”, replied Brock. “But apparently, they've found a way to disable my father's superpowers, cause they sounded like they were having sex like crazy” “Really?”, Brock seemed interested. “Yeah, I saw something weird, you know like a metallic sphere, it glowed and all, my dad turned it off quickly and it stopped glowing, he just screamed like he was relieved”, she said while knotting it all in her head. “Maybe it's some kind of device that takes his powers away”, Brock completed. Amanda's eyes seemed to light up in the night. The day has come, a week had passed since the last merchandise delivery. Jorge was hovering among the park, he had taken care the money was carefully deposited in the trash can as usual, and was waiting for the guy to come and take the drugs. Then a suspicious fella appeared, carrying a bag, he looked like a vagabond, he walked directly to the trash can and perused inside with his hands until he took the money and put the bag with drugs. Jorge appeared quickly from behind a tree, descended and grabbed the guy. It took the man by surprise, he was not an old vagabond as he first looked like but a big healthy young man disguised for the task. “Hey! What the fuck!” “Gotcha fella, now you better take me where your boss is” “I don't know anything” “Are you sure?”, Jorge had lost his patience, he grabbed the guy at his upper-arms, picked him up and pressed him with his hands to make him feel his power. “You better tell me, I'm not gonna be nice”, and Jorge gripped tighter, some cracking sound was getting heard. “Ok, ok”, said the guy in suffering, then Jorge loosened his grip a little. “There is a guy”, the man continued, “I don't know his name, I could never talk to him directly, I go to his office, and a few of his employees give me the merchandise to carry for a small fee, I make my living out of it”, the man said almost in between sorrows. “Ok, you're going to take me to this guy's office”, and Joe took the guy for a flight. At home, Amanda sneaked inside their parents' bedroom, she knew they were not that careful, and left everything unlocked so she easily got in. She tried to open the drawer where her father kept the device but it was locked indeed. Nothing she couldn't handle, Brock had taught her how, she took a clip from her hair and bent it, played around with it inside the drawer's keyhole until something seemed to snap in, and “voila!” it was opened. The nice shinny metal sphere was there as expected. Amanda took it and quickly got out of the room trying no to be seen. Tom was casually getting out of his bedroom “Hey! Am, what do you have there?” “None of your business, idiot”, and she ran down the stairs and outside the house. Tom thought there was something odd about her. Jorge flew down with the guy in his hands, it was an old building, he checked it with his x-rays, there seemed to have been an office but it was abandoned now. It looked more like a computer center than the office of a dealer. He got in with the guy, the guy said it was the place, he didn't know why they'd left. Apparently a spy had informed about Jorge's moves and gave them time to leave, but it looked like they'd left quickly, the computers were on and Jorge was sure they had information on where to locate the place where they kept the drugs for distribution and where the main leader of the gang was hiding. He tried to hack on them but it was impossible, he was not a computer expert and all the documents had codes and protections. Jorge flew with the “delivery boy” to the main police station where he got him jailed; He went for Sarah at the counter, “Sarah, do we have a computer technician on duty?” “Yes I'm sure we do, Officer Lorny, office 26” “Ok, I'll pay him a visit” Jorge got into the guys' office, he was busy typing in the computer. Jorge took a few mighty steps towards Lorny. The geek looked up at the huge man, he couldn't believe his eyes, Jorge's huge thighs' distinct muscles ballooned as he stepped on the ground, the extraordinary barreled torso's pecs bounced up and down erotically, his arms stretching the t-shirt's fabric impossibly, and the look of the fists Jorge liked to put in his hips while he spread his upper-body showing off his lats. Lorny regained composure and stood up quickly, he greeted in formal way. Jorge greeted back, “I need your service, there are a couple computers I need you to hack” “As you say, Sir, give me the address and I'll be there shortly”, the small guy said. “There is no time for that”, and Jorge caught the nerdy guy from under the armpits to his surprise and took him outside, quickly arriving to the dealer's office by flight. He sat the guy in front of one of the machines “Can you access this? I need to find where do they keep the drugs and where do they hide” “Well, I'm familiarized with this type of system, they usually have a backdoor you know”, the guy tried on some key combinations but it was useless. “We might try brute force, you know...”, Lorny said and smiled, then added “bet you have a lot of brute force in there” and grabbed one of Jorge's huge forearms. Jorge gave a cocky but firm look at the guy , “Just kidding”, Lorny said, “we should try entering some password, maybe we're lucky, usually female names work best” “I see, ok, well, let's try Susan” Lorny typed in but nothing... “Don't you know another, maybe a longer one, I don't know” “Mmm, I dunno, why don't you try 'Amanda'”. The geek entered the name in the keyboard and after a few flashes a long stream of information passed through the screen, the computer went blank. “Oh geez! This kind of protection sucks! Now we lost all the data, sorry, nothing can be done” “That was enough Lorny, the text said where the dealers are”, “What? You were able to read ...”, before the geek could finish the sentence Jorge had flown away. In a few instants he was hovering over a warehouse, it seemed pretty regular, he checked it with his x-rays, inside were big bags full of white powder with the mark FLOUR on them “How smart, that's how they cheated on me”... he thought. He also detected that in lower levels there was a basement where they kept the real dealer's office and that hiding inside the building were about eight gangsters with all kinds of weapons. Joe descended on the ground slowly, the guys looked tough and if he'd been a regular cop he would have asked for reinforcements, but now he wasn't the least intimidated, he actually thought he might be too much for them. He turned on the radio anyway and reported his position, saying he would call for reinforcements if needed. By the moment he didn't want to risk the life of the weak regular cops while he could easily take care of the matter all by himself. He felt confident and didn't surprise at all when the gang appeared. He walked towards them, the men were intimidated by Jorge but they tried to hide it. One of the guys looked pretty tough and stood in the center of the group, carrying a machine gun in his hands, “Hey stop there ya cop, this is as far as you go” “You're supposed to stop me?”, said Jorge defiantly, “Come on then”. One of the guys got close to him with a baseball bat, he hit Jorge in the head with it as hard as he could, Jorge just looked down at the smaller guy while the bat broke in two pieces without the cop even feeling it. The guy looked puzzled at the piece of bat in his hands. Almost simultaneously another guy came in with a crowbar, Jorge got rid of the bat guy hitting him with his elbow, the guy flew like ninety feet away, while with his remaining hand easily caught the crowbar the other guy was hitting him with. He bent the thing in his hands in front of the second guy's face and threw it away, then hit the guy with the back of his hand in the head, the guy fell in the ground and slid away a considerable distance. Jorge was being careful, like when playing with kids, he didn't want to kill the guys but he couldn't help getting them spread all over with his coups, they were so light! One of the guys tried to cut him with his knife but he quickly seized his wrist, forced him to throw the knife and gripped so tight the guy went on his knees moaning with the pain. Another guy that looked pretty big, thought he was going to take care and approached him, then tried to punch him in the belly, big mistake, the guy must have saved the mightiest blow of his whole life for Joe, but when his hand hit Jorge's skin his bones certainly broke, he screamed and threw himself in the ground while Jorge was barely feeling a slight tickle in his powerful ab muscles. There was a guy who looked like a martial arts fighter, tried to impress him kicking all over around him, Jorge just looked at him completely still and unconcerned. When the guy tried to kick Jorge's head the big cop grabbed his leg and held him upside down, he shook the guy a little just to make him know who was the boss and then threw him away. A remaining guy was carrying a steel pipe, Jorge faced him giving him a severe look, then beamed his heat-vision at the pipe, immediately it turned red and the guy dropped it on the floor where the steel melted. The guy was so scared he ran away. The leader of the band was still there, looking much less confident now, watching around to see if he could find a way to scape, he knew he couldn't escape the supercop. Jorge walked towards him and the guy began shooting at him with his machine gun, bullets bounced in Jorge's powerful chest without him even budging as he walked. When the supercop was close enough he reached with his hand the tip of the machine gun and bent it over with his fingers so it wouldn't bother anymore. The guy dropped it. Jorge just stood in front of the guy without even touching him, his fists in his heaps and his torso all spread out. “So, you're going to tell me who is your boss now”, Jorge affirmed. “Hey cop, calm down, I don't have no fucking boss; besides..” “WoWowow”, Jorge interrupted taking a few steps towards the guy who answered taking a few steps back, “first thing I'm not 'cop', to you I'm Mr. Officer or Sir, and second, watch your language when you address to me”, he boomed at the guy with his deep commanding voice while he extended his index finger to the guy's chest and lightly pushed forward while advancing towards him; enough to make the guy retreat in fear, “Is it clear?” “Yes”, the guy replied, almost trembling. “Yes what?”, Jorge's muscled figure seemed to increase in size as he grew tense and moved forward some more. “Yes, Sir”, the guy murmured. Jorge relaxed but still looked at the guy pretty tough. “So, now, who's behind all this?” Then he noticed a motorcycle approaching, Brock was riding it and Amanda was behind him, they parked in front of Jorge and the guy. Brock rode off The guy pointed at Brock and said “him”. Brock quickly took the sphere out of his jacket and pressed its button, when Jorge had noticed what the young man was about to do he wanted to avoid it, running superfast towards him but his powers were already gone by then and he stumbled. “You can take care now, he's not superstrong anymore!”, Brock shouted at the guys. The leader of the gang smiled, jumped on Jorge and landed a kick in his shoulder, destroying his radio transmitter. It was a big commotion, it had been a long time since he felt anything like that, and Jorge was astonished. Then the other men who had recovered from Jorge's (maybe too careful) reprimand, threw on him, punching and kicking. Jorge couldn't believe it, it was so easy before to beat the crap out of them and now there was nothing he could do. The big guy with the broken right hand even managed to bring him to his feet and punched at his face with his left hand saying “this is for my broken hand, idiot”, Jorge almost fell unconscious but the rest of the guys grabbed him “Take him inside”, Brock ordered coldly. The eight guys were in the task. Jorge tried to resist, and it was no that easy for the guys to take him in because he was still a pretty big and strong guy, but not a superman anymore, and Brock took care it remained like that walking very close to him with the device. Once there the men tied Joe's limbs to huge gridlocks chained to a wall, once tied, some even spitted on him and insulted him. Jorge was used to easily break from this ties so he at first tensed and pulled with all his might, but it was useless, he couldn't break free without his superpowers. Brock left the sphere on a table close to Joe, Amanda embraced Brock, cheerful, “Haha, now this is a lesson for you, huh!”, she shouted at Joe while she caressed Brock, “I can't believe you're doing this to me”, said Joe to Amanda, looking firmly into her eyes. Amanda ignored her father. “We did it quite good, didn't we? Now I don't think my dad is going to piss us off anymore!”, she whispered to Brock's ear. “Yes, I'll take care of that, baby”, Brock pulled out a gun and aimed right at the middle of Joe's chest. Tom and Juan were talking in their bedroom. Susan appeared, “kids, do you have any idea why dad didn't come back for dinner?” “I don't know mom”, replied Juan. Susan walked to a window, opened it, and shouted at the sky “Jorge, come over!” amplifying her voice with the palms of his hands. She waited for a couple moments. “Damn! He should pick this up with his superhearing”, she pointed. “Are you sure?”, asked Juan. “Yes, normally it takes just a few seconds for him to appear when I call him this way, what could be happening?”, she looked worried. “Mom, I don't want you to worry but I think he could be in danger and maybe Amanda is involved, I've seen her walking away with the device”, Tom said to his mother. “The device? Do you guys know what it is?”, Susan was puzzled. “Of course mom, I mean, it's obviously some sort of thing that takes out dad's powers so you both can fuck”, Tom confessed. “Why don't we go to the station, maybe they know where he is?”, suggested Juan. The family then went to the police station, once there they explained the receptionist Jorge could be in danger but everyone hardly believed them at first, Sarah, the girl at the counter said “what could possible put him in danger, he almost rips this counter away with his hand the other day” “Why don't you try and call him on the radio?”, said Tom. “Fine. You'll see he's ok!” Sarah maneuvered a radio in front of her, “Joe, this is Central Station, do you hear me?”, then waited for the response, but she just got an electronic hum. “Repeat, Central Station calling Joe, do you hear me?”, but nothing happened. “I know there's something wrong, if he were right you wouldn't even need the radio to contact him”, added Susan dramatically. “It's ok”, said Sarah, and walked towards the chief's office, carrying a folder in her hands. A moment later she said “a patrol is going to the position were he reported for the last time to check out”. “Thanks”, Susan said. “Wait”, added Tom, “we wanna go!”. “Of course you're not going”, said Sarah, then called for the unit on the radio and told Joe's position out loud. “That's all we need”, Juan said and pulled his brother's arm, Tom followed him outside. “Wait kids!” Susan shouted. “Hey! We never talked about this!”, Amanda said while jumping away from Brock. “Babe, what did you expect? Have a cup of coffee and remain friends? This is real life”, said Brock to her while shaking his head mockingly. Then Brock aimed again and as he was pulling the trigger Amanda jumped on him making him fall on the ground while the gunshot hit the wall. “This is the end now”, Brock said while taking her violently away. “I'm done with this kids play, I knew from the start you didn't have the guts; you two grab her!”, said Brock and the guys did as ordered, Amanda was puzzled, she shouted and insulted Brock. Suddenly, the sound of a cop vehicle's siren could be heard. Outside the warehouse, the cops parked and descended from the vehicle and walked towards the entrance. Inside Brock pointed at two of his guys for the door. To their surprise the cops found two guys coming out of the warehouse very well armed. One carried a big military machinegun and the other a shotgun. The guy with the machinegun began shooting, bullets hit the cop's legs, making them fall on the ground. Inside, Joe could catch a glimpse of the scene through the door and twisted trying to break free, if he only could get a hold of the device and turn it off! He would give those guys a lesson! Brock was pleased. One of the cops called for reinforcements on the radio just before the shotgun fella shot him pretty bad, killing him. The other cop was laying there, grunting from the pain; one of the bullies approached him and began kicking at him. Tom and Juan descended from a taxi cab a few blocks away from the warehouse then ran the whole way to it. “I think we should be careful, they might be expecting someone to come and rescue him”, said Tom to his younger brother. They sneaked in very cautiously, trying to cover with bushes and trees that surrounded the area. They got close enough to one of the lateral walls of the warehouse so they were able to catch a few glimpses of what was happening inside. They saw the two guys attacking the cops and could overhear how Amanda insulted Brock while he just seemed to laugh. Suddenly, buzzing from the sky the kids saw two big supermen who landed in the area, one of them looked really big, he was Pablo. Pablo first tried to get close to the guys, but one of them began shooting him with the machine gun. At first bullets bounced off his body but as he got close he began to really feel the pain from them until he saw some blood pouring off his skin, this forced him to walk back, his skin cured immediately. The other superman tried to beam with his heat-vision at the machine gun but it was pointless, the heat ray seemed to diminish its power in the vicinity of the power-cancelling device. Both big men were clueless and tried to remain distant from the area, they could be of no help. A couple patrols came in too and regular cops appeared, they shielded with their cars and began shooting with their guns at the bullies. The men retreated a little but then Brock came out to a window carrying Amanda, he was almost strangling her, he put a gun in her temple and shouted at the cops “You better keep your distance or forget about her and her dad!”. This momentarily kept the officers from attempting further actions. Behind the bushes, Juan was eager to go and help his dad, Tom was grabbing him. “What are we waiting for?”, Juan demanded. “Don't be an idiot, do you want to get us both killed?!”, Tom shouted at his younger brother. “Don't be a coward!!”, Juan screamed and released from his brothers grab. “Wait!”, shouted Tom and ran after him. Juan reached the wall of the warehouse and couldn't avoid being detected by the two guys. The shotgun guy began to move to his position. In desperation, Tom ran towards his brother. As he got close to the wall he felt really odd. Juan was looking at his brother unable to believe what he was seeing. Tom couldn't understand the situation at first but for the look in Juan's face he realized something was going on. Suddenly, he began to feel really powerful, as he got close to the warehouse he could feel a surge of strength coming into his body. Juan could clearly see the way his brother's physique began to change. In a few instants Tom was getting taller, his body was growing wider and muscles began to spring madly all over him, destroying his clothes that shred into bits falling over the ground. When Tom reached Juan he looked completely different: from his 5'9” (1,75m) his height rose to 6'1” (1,85m), he was huge like a 280 lbs (125 kg) bodybuilder and he looked manly as hell. His only clothes were a pair of tight shorts that could resist the transformation, his huge chest was bare, heavily muscled and coated in dark blond hair. “What the fuck!”, he screamed while looking at himself, his voice had changed too, it had lost any trace of childishness and became the voice of a big full grown man. The bully appeared in front of them and aimed at Juan with his shotgun. The guy shot, but Tom quickly stood in front of his brother and the shot bounced off his chest. Then grabbed the shotgun off the puzzled guy an bent it in his hands. The guy got close to him and tried to punch him but he was faster and pushed the guy away with his hand about a block. Tom had understood he would now be able to control the situation. The guy with the machinegun approached too, shooting pointlessly at Tom's impenetrable chest, and the new young superman was able to get rid of him just as easily. Then Tom turned around to face Juan and grabbed him from his belt, “This is for your own good, bro”, Tom said and then threw his brother away to a straw pile pretty far where he softly fell; there he could be safe. Tom threw himself over the warehouse's concrete wall, destroying it with the power of his new body; in between crumbles entered the place. Joe was shocked, he thought it was another superman, but that could not be possible, since the device took away anyone else's powers as well as his. When dust settled he could clearly see his son's face on top of that muscleman's body. “Tom!”, Joe screamed, “What ...!” Before he could finish the word Tom had already taken away Brock's gun and freed his sister from his grab, then held Brock pretty firmly, enveloping his neck with one of his now powerful arms. “Tom, disable the device and go away, I don't want you to take risks!”, Jorge asked Tom, pointing with his head at the apparatus that was laying on a table in front of him. The other guys from the gang were puzzled but they had guns in their hands. Tom knew that if he disabled the device he would be lost. Brock, feeling threatened, ordered the guys to shot at Joe and Amanda. One of the guys aimed at Joe and the other at Amanda. “You better let me go buddy, or your sister and father are both fried!”, Brock said Tom. Tom sped away like a blur, took the device and the guy who was aiming at Amanda before he could pull the trigger; then, grabbing both firmly in his hands and at a speed only a superman could see, he ran throw the warehouse making a huge hole in it and going far enough so the device was out of the range of his father. Joe quickly felt his powers coming back. The guy who was aiming at him finally pulled the trigger but when the bullet hit Jorge it was too late, Joe's chest was invulnerable. The big man easily broke free from the chains, once he stood on the ground he took a deep breath and blew powerfully at the guy, this created such a hurricane the guy flew away like a kite. Brock was trying to grab Amanda but Jorge quickly appeared in front of them and grabbed him, easily lifting him off the ground. The regular cops and the other supermen came in. Jorge gave Brock to the regular cops who would jail him. Pablo greeted Jorge affectionately, he was really happy his friend was alright. “Hey Jorge! What happened to ya? Couldn't handle a couple little fellas?!”, Pablo mocked between chuckles. “Haha, I'd like to see you in my place”, said Jorge laughing and punched at Pablo's shoulder with a strength of about fifty tons the other supercop had no problem to handle. “Just kidding fella, look at you! You're really big!”, Pablo pointed cheerfully. The third supercop said “Ouh”, and suddenly the three supermen felt real bad. Tom approached to them superspeeding, carrying the device in his hands. He had already given the bad guys to the regular cops. “Tom, could you please turn this off?”, Joe asked his son. “Aww... it just feels so good!”, Tom said and then pushed the red button in the device. “For Christ's sake!”, said Pablo, the three men felt relieved when their strength came back. Quickly, Tom's muscles got depleted, his physique shortened and narrowed back to his original self. Jorge took the device off his son's hands and turned it into bits with his fingers “this is not going to bother us anymore”, he said while the device seemed to disintegrate itself. “You did a good job there, kid!”, Pablo congratulated Tom. Juan arrived and stood next to his brother. “Well,” Tom looked at his brother, “it's not just thanks to me, if it wasn't for Juan I would have never had the courage to get close to the warehouse in the first place” “Then, congratulations you too little pal! You've been very brave and we'll make sure there is a good report about your actions in the Supermen Council!”, said Pablo to Juan. Meanwhile Amanda was pretty nervous, being counseled by a police psychologist. Another patrol arrived, Susan got off quickly from it and ran to her husband. They hugged. “Oh honey!”, she shouted you're finally alright. They explained to her how Tom and Juan had rescued him. “Baby, finally I had to destroy the device, it was too dangerous for us”, said Jorge to his wife in an embrace while gently touching her chin with his fingers. “Oh, don't worry love, we'll find a way!”, she said still happy for him. They all, including Amanda, went back home. The following day Jorge woke up in the morning, darn, it felt good to have the powers back. He felt real bad he wouldn't be able to have sex with Susan, but also he wondered how Tom must feel now he tasted what being a superman felt like, he should be feeling awful. He walked down the stairs then Tom walked behind him. “Tom, how are you feeling this morning?”, he asked while affectionately embraced him with his immense arm. “I feel good, ya know, just... normal” Jorge began to prepare breakfast. Some time later the kids and Susan all came down the stairs and they sat at the table, having their most important family meal. While they were eating Amanda came down shyly. “Amanda, come sit with us!”, Jorge said from the table. She walked hesitantly and sat by them, then Jorge served some food for her. “Dad, I know I've been a idiot”, she said almost about to cry. “It's ok honey, it's ok”, Jorge tried to calm her. “I'm terribly sorry for what I've done, I've been such a fool” Jorge got close to her and let her head lay in his immense chest while he gently caressed it. “It's ok Am, I know how kids are, I'm not mad at you”, Jorge's superman-modified mind was completely full of compassion; maybe it was because he felt so powerful he couldn't help see the rest of the people as helpless. “You've been so good to me, I'm sorry, sorry, sorry...”, she kept repeating while crying. “It's ok”, said Jorge, “We're all going to eat and have a nice morning, I get to work, we go on with our lives, nothing to worry about!”, he finally calmed her down and let go from his chest. The radio beeped at Jorge's shoulder, “Jorge reporting” “There is a message from Supermen's council, Sir” “And what does it say?” “You must go immediately to the Central Superman Training Camp and carry your two sons” “Understood”. “Well kids, looks like we're for a trip this morning”, said Jorge as he stood up. “How are we going there?”, asked Tom. “I'll take ya”, then he grabbed Tom's belt and picked him up, then did the same with Juan. “See you later, we're going to the Superman's Central”, said to Susan and Am, then flew away carrying his two boys. In about an hour and a half he had crossed the whole country to the Central. He could normally do it in just fifteen minutes but he couldn't fly so fast in fear he could hurt his kids with the excessive friction of the air. When he descended, he found a modest congregation waiting for them, Tancredi, another scientist and Pablo. The guys greeted them and they walked together to the labs. “Jorge, we have good news”, said one of the superman-scientists. Jorge was intrigued. “We've found a way you can have sexual intercourse with regular people without any risks”, the scientist said. “Really? How is it possible?” The scientist perused his coat's pocket and picked out a ring. “With this! This ring is a micro power-disabling device, you will wear it all the time so nobody can take it away from you, and it gets activated with your thoughts, and only yours so nobody else can can turn it on even if it's stolen” “Amazing!” “It has another advantage, the field it generates only affects the wearer so there is no risk for other supermen in the vicinity even if they touch you, wanna try it on?” “OF COURSE!” And the scientist handed the ring to Joe. Joe put it on, then closed his eyes and took his strength away, “Darn! Feels awful, but it's ok!”, then he returned his strength. “Feels good to have the control, Thank you so much!”, he said cheerfully to Tancredi. “There is another thing, Jorge, I need you to step in this platform”. There was a round metal platform. Jorge did as asked. The computer began beeping. “We've noticed that your powers have been increasing since you left the academy.” “Well, I must admit I've noticed it too”, Joe replied while bending one of his arms and feeling the peak. “Now we developed a system and a scale to compare the power of supermen. The computer is now cataloging your abilities and determining where in the scale to put you”, the computer continued beeping as Tancredi finished the sentence. “There it is, come look at this”, he said to the other scientist. “Amazing!”, the other super-scientist exclaimed. “What's it?”, Jorge said trying to look interested. Tancredi turned away from the computer and said “You're 14.6 in the scale, Jorge” “Is that good or bad?” “Hella good! Let me explain, we created this scaled based on Clark Kent, the original superman, he is 10” “This means I'm stronger than him?” “Way stronger, this means you're among the strongest supermen and it seems you're still growing” “I've always been a late-bloomer” “ You're 6'4½” (1.94m) now, you grew an inch in height since you left the training camp, and you were 430 (193 Kg) pounds... forget about it you're 495 (222 Kg) pounds according to the computer” “What!?” “The computer doesn't lie, according to our records, when you left the academy you were already an excellent l1.3 in the scale, this is a dramatic increase and the studies say that you're still growing, very slowly but still growing” “Wow, I didn't expect this”, Jorge said. “Hey, our dad is the biggest!”, Juan shouted. “You already knew this?”, Jorge said to Pablo. “Well, I didn't have all the details but I realized you were getting really big”, he replied “Your friend Pablo now is 12.7 in the scale, Jorge, just as powerful as when he left the academy”, Tancredi said, “you're both incredible specimens, the normal for a graduated superman is around 6 or 7 in the scale”. “This means I'm twice as strong as the standard?”, Jorge asked. “No, the scale is exponential, it means you're 2 exponent 7 times stronger than a 7 point superman, that is around 128 times” “Jesus!” “There is more”, Tancredi said. “Let me continue”, Pablo asked the scientist. “Come over here Tom” Tom did as ordered. “I intervened with the high supermen council and thanks to my report they decided to award you with a prize we hope you will appreciate, Would you please, Tancredi?” The scientist pulled out a box and inside there was another ring. “This is for you, Tom”, Tancredi said and handed the ring to Tom, “it's just been configured with your mental patterns and will work in your body without risks to the rest of the supermen”, the scientist added. Tom put the ring in his finger and it seemed to fit real nice. “Just think about activating it, but may I suggest you take your clothings away”, Tancredi explained. Tom did so, took out his clothes and just stood there in a pair of shorts. He thought about activating the ring and very quickly his figure began to magnify, he felt the strength and the power coming to him, his muscles bulging and his frame widening and getting taller, his face turning more mature and handsome, until it stopped. He felt awesome. He was still smaller than his father and Pablo, but almost comparable to the scientist. “This is awesome!”, Joe screamed. “Jesus Tom, you look awesome!”, Juan shouted loud. “Well, let me explain this”, said Tancredi, “there is a strange mutation in your constitution that makes you react with superpowers to the ring's electromagnetic waves, we've studied the effect and it's not as strong as when supermen are really converted, but we've realized with your genetic material you'd be an incredibly powerful superman if you get a real conversion, that is if you turn into a cop someday”. “Oh I understand, can I have the superman sign on my chest?”, Tom asked eagerly with a deeper voice.. “I'm afraid that will be possible only when you turn into a cop”, said Pablo. “Wow, anyway, this is great, how can I thank you?”, asked the young man. “Hehe, there is no need to say thanks”, said Pablo, “you're now an official superman apprentice and side-kick, your father here will be your tutor”, Pablo explained. “Would you please stand in the platform, Tom?”, asked Tancredi and Tom did so. The computer beeped quickly. “Here we are, not bad, you're 3.7 in the scale boy” “Ow, I expected it would be a bit more” “Don't worry son, we have time for improvement!”, said Jorge. “Let me tell you 3.7 is great”, the scientist added, “ all you did the other day you were 3.7 all the time, a 3.7 can pick up an airplane”, Tancredi explained. “Ok, that sounds good!”, Tom said. “Now, the three of you must come, we have another surprise”, said Pablo. All of them walked outside to the central yard, there was a big meeting of supermen, even Jorge's wife Susan was brought there for the occasion. “Get over the stage”, Pablo said Jorge, Juan and the new transformed Tom. The place was neatly decorated with S signs all over. The Sarge, Majors and a couple Captains were in the stage already. The Sarge took the mike and talked to everyone about the bravery Juan and Tom had shown, congratulated Joe for having such great sons. Then called Juan next to him. When Juan got close he said “for your bravery, we know that thanks to you the life of a superman and most important the safety of the city of Buenos Aires were preserved; we give you this special medal”, said the Sarge, Juan inclined and the big superman put the huge heavy platinum medal around his neck. Juan was incredibly happy. And the Sarge added, “we know that you inherited your father's genetics as well as your brother, if you ever become a cop you will honorably be converted into one of us”. Then the Sarge gave Juan the mike and the boy thanked everyone. Then the mike was given to Tom, he said with his now manly voice: “Well, I have nothing more to say but thanks, this is an amazing gift you're giving to me; I commit to help my father and the supermen in general to maintain safety and justice. I'm convinced that from now on our lives are going to be very different.” Hand claps were heard all over.
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