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So here we go, my first ever posted story. Always been into growth stories and roleplays and I’ve been writing this lately. Enjoy and let me me know what you think ——————————————————————— Twink vs Bully: The One True Alpha “Oh fuck I’m actually bigger!” Said Owen as he felt his small but hard bicep. He was standing in the locker room flexing in the floor length mirror. Owen stared at himself, flexing and hitting poses, his lean muscular body a little vascular from his workout. Although Owen enjoyed what he saw. He knew it wasn’t enough. He wanted more. Way more. He wanted huge rippling muscles. Thick veins. And to be taller wouldn’t hurt either. His small bulge stirred as he fantasied about being bigger. The perfect male specimen. Then he opened his eyes to see his reflection and sighed. Standing there in nothing but his white boxer briefs, his 5’10 frame was lean and pale. His thin pecs had little definition, as did his barely visible abs. His arms were thin but muscular, his legs were the same. Owen angled his face looking at his soft jawline, he didn’t mind his wavy brown hair or green eyes though. “At least I won’t be like this for long....” Owen grinned at himself. “I can’t wait to be huge!” Owen flexed a most muscular pose, his thin muscles tensed and a few veins stirred as he let out a pathetic grunt. The locker room door slammed open “what the fuck do we have here?!” Sneered a deep masculine voice. Owen jumped and turned around to see his tormenter, Callum. The source of all his pain, the alpha of the jocks, the school bully. Callum stood there with a cocky stance. Although he was only 18 Callum was an absolute beast. His 6’4 frame was thick with rippling vascular powerful muscle. His big feet inside a pair of huge black leather wrestling boots. His jeans so tight around his long thick legs that they showed every crevice. His bulge constantly tight. His white sweat soaked T-shirt skin tight. His black leather jacket hanging open from his broad shoulders. His tight pecs jutting out over what Owen knew must have been a ripped 8 pack. Callum’s neck was thick with muscle, a few veins ran up and over his sharp Adam’s apple. His light brown hair perfectly swept over and back. Framing his chizzled model-like face, cheekbones and a ridiculously square hard jawline. His bright blue eyes shone with hunger as he stared at Owen..... his prey. Owen stared right back at the huge jock. As much as he hated himself for it, Owen was so turned on by Callum. Even if he did hate him with a deep passion. A wide arrogant grin spread across Callum’s face. “You trying flex bro? Trying to pose like a real man? Hate to break it to you Owen but you can’t flex what you don’t have.” Callum put his hands on his hips to add to his cocky stance, spreading his lats. “Me on the other hand...” he said as he raised his left arm, flexing his bicep, his leather jacket straining skin tight over the teens huge arm, veins pulsing over his clenched fist. “Oh fuck off Callum...” hissed Owen. He turned back to the mirror and continued imagining what he would be like as a muscular alpha male. Although he was thrown aside into the lockers by a huge force. “The fuck you say to me bro?!” Growled Callum as he pushed Owen against the lockers with his huge chest. “You know what happens when you don’t respect your alpha brother!” Owen thought back to the time Callum had humiliated him in front of all the other jocks in the showers. Forcing Owen to worship his pumped naked body. “I’m not your ‘brother!” Snapped Owen. “Sure you are bro” grinned Callum as he pressed his chest harder against the twink. “I’m just... bigger... better... stronger...” he snarled. Owen gulped as he felt Callum’s pecs flex into hard stone. Pushing him harder against the lockers. “Don’t tell me you don’t like it?” Grinned Callum flexing a double bicep. His leather jacket once again strained to the max over his bulging arms. Owen quickly slipped down and out of the jocks hold and dived for his bag. “Where you going little bro?” Owen rummaged in his bag until he found it. The small clear bag containing a large black pill. “Oh fuck bro?!” Laughed Callum. “You taking roids now?!” “Oh you got no idea!” Spat Owen before swallowing the large black pill. He stared Callum straight in the eye. “What do you say Callum? How about we switch things up a bit?” “What the fuck you mean man? What? You wanna feel what it’s like to have this body? Be a born and bred alpha?” Callum mocked groping his left pectoral. “Nah man” said Owen. “I mean you be the one who gets dominated. You be the beta bitch.....bro” mocked Owen. “Oh fuck this is gonna be good! I can already feel it!” “Bro what the fuck..” “Shut the fuck up!” Barked Owen. “Oh fuck yeah.... it’s coming.... I feel it.... I fucking feel it! And it feels so... fucking.... GOOOOD!” Owens voice dropped a few octaves to a deep husky rumble as he growled the last word. Owens hands clenched into fists as veins pulses thick up his arms. Over his shoulders, spreading over his bare chest, up his neck. Callum stared at Owen, still taken aback at his voice dropping to that growl. What the fuck was going on? His question was answered. Owen let out a series of deep grunts and growls as he began flexing his body. “Grrraaah!” He roared as his neck bulged with muscle. A sharp Adam’s apple poking out. Owen flexed again, this time his traps ballooned out, his shoulders bulging with corded muscles as they grew broader. His lats flaring out giving him a huge v-taper down to his tight waist. “Oh fuck brah.... this is fucking amazing! Come on! Bigger! I want fucking.......BIGGER!” Owen roared as his voice dropped lower again, he surged taller, then taller again. His limbs growing longer to make room for all that growing muscle. “FUCK YEAGH!” He bellowed as his chest burst forward into two huge ripped pectorals. Owens arms bulged and flexed with huge biceps, triceps, meaty forearms as his hands curled into huge veiny fists. He used his new muscle paws to caress his stomach as a deep cut 6pack bulged forward. “Come on! MORE!” Growled Owen fingering his abs. The growth obeyed his will as his 6 pack became an 8 pack... then a chizzled 10 pack. With a hard v-line growing down to his bulge... which was growing thicker every second. Owens white boxer briefs now skin tight. Barley able to wrap around his huge solid quads. Veins pulsing down over his tree trunk legs to his rippling calves. His feet growing in length, in width, to support his new powerful frame. “OH FUCK YEAAAGH!” Roared Owen flexing a double bicep pose, veins throbbing over his python like arms, over his chest and abs. Callum stood fixed to the spot. Staring in amazement at the 6’7 shredded giant alpha muscle jock in front of him. Owen slowly looked down over his chest. His eyes bright with hunger and new found power. His jawline sharper and squared as an evil grin spread across his face. “Like what you see?” He growled as Callum’s bulge hardened. Owen took two huge strides towards Callum, flexed his huge legs, his 10 pack abs and chest, his arms and shoulders and snarled deeply. “I’m the alpha now...” “Oh fuck...” said Callum in a slight whimper as he couldn’t help but reach up and caress Owens huge chest. His other hand feeling the grooves of Owens 10 pack. “What the fuck man.... you’re.... a total beast!” He said in awe. “Fuck yeah I am!” Said Owen with an arrogant grin as he reflexed his biceps. “Fuck, can’t contain it any longer...” Owen snarled as he grabbed his boxers and easily tore them right off. His new solid 10 inch veiny muscle rod lurching up and hitting Callum in the chin. “Fucking worship me brah!” Owen commanded. Callum had no choice. He ran his hands up Owens hard obliques and lats. Caressed and squeezed his biceps. Owen moaned in pleasure as Callum then reached up and licked his pecs. Then worked his way down Owens solid 10 pack, feeling each brick with his tongue as his hands felt up the beasts huge rippling hairy quads. “Fuck yes!” Roared Owen flexing again. “Now taste my true muscle you fucking beta!” Owen bucked his hips in pleasure as Callum was forced to take his huge thick cock in his mouth. He would have gagged but it felt so good to Callum. The rod was warm in his mouth, so solid, he could feel the veins. Owen snarled deeply in pleasure as he moved back and forth with Callum, working his shaft. “Fuck yes! Fuck yes!” Owen flexed his tryumphant double bicep pose again, harder than ever. His veins throbbing. “I’m the alpha!” He roared. “I’m the bigger bro! I’m the stronger bro!” He thrust harder holding his pose. “I AM. A FUCKING. BEAAAST!” Owens tight muscular hips bucked hard, his whole body flexing harder than ever as he blew his huge load into Callum. Callum swallowed again and again, his mouth and thick neck working furiously to take down all that thick alpha cum. Owen withdrew, still solid. His eyes shut tight. “Ohhh!” He moaned groping his pecs. Feeling up his new massive powerful body. A few moments passed as Owen caressed his jacked up frame. Then he opened his eyes and slowly looked down. His eyes fell upon Callum who was leaning against the lockers, staring at Owen. Hunger and thirst in Callum’s eyes as he wiped the last of Owens cum off his mouth and licked it off his thumb. Callum let out a deep sigh. “I was hoping you’d do that....brah” he said quietly. Not breaking eye contact. Callum walked forwards a few steps, “you see Owen, that was super impressive! Fuck I bet you’re the biggest jock around! Actually you’re probably the biggest muscle beast in the city! You could rival all champion bodybuilders!” Owen was enjoying the worship, but he was growing suspicious. Where was Callum going with this? “But you know bro... you’re just not cut out for this shit. Unlike you... I was born to be an alpha” Callum teased as he once again groped his own chest. “And you should know brah.... once an alpha.... always the FUCKING alpha!” Spat Callum as he flexed his own double bicep, this time, the leather of his jacked bursting right open exposing two huge solid veiny bicep peaks. Biceps peaks that were starting to swell. Even with his new powerful body, Owen stared at Callum. Fearing what was about to happen. A dark menacing grin spread across Callum’s chizzled face. He stared hard into Owens eyes as he squeezed and squeezed his double bi. His biceps throbbing bigger and covered in veins. As if raw power was pumping around inside him, waiting to be unleashed. Owens body acted for him. He balled his veiny fist and threw a punch with all the might he could summon. His fist hit something solid. The palm of Callum’s hand. Callum caught the punch in his hand easily and closed his fingers around Owens. Callum’s grin widened as his hand grew bigger and thicker, more muscular and veiny as it engulfed Owens fist. With this Callum let out a thunderous laugh. Although it wasn’t his usual laugh. It was far far deeper, ground rumbling... demonic. Callum’s neck muscles quivered as it sounded. Owen knew. This was it. What had he done?! As Callum’s baritone devilish laugh filled the locker room, he started to swell. His fist still wrapped around Owens. His clothes tightening further and further into the creases of his muscles. He grew taller and taller and taller. Bones cracking and reforming much longer. Preparing him for what was to come. With a deep animal like snarl Callum raised his huge left foot. The leather of his wrestling boot almost skin tight around the muscle and flesh it held. Callum kicked at Owens solid 10 pack abs and sent him crashing backwards into the lockers. Callum widened his stance and balled his veiny fists at his chest, like he was trying to keep a bomb from exploding inside, building up the power. Still with his chizzled devilish grin spread wide, Callum’s neck thickened with corded vascular muscle. His writs writhing with veins. His pecs forced his shirt a little further open as they rippled and flexed with the power that was filling up inside Callum. Ready to explode. His growth in height made his v line and the bottom of his 8 pack visible as his shirt rode higher. “This power.....” Callum grunted through gritted teeth as his jawline flexed, his voice inhumanly deep. “... you have wasted it... squandered it! You couldn’t see it’s full potential! But I can! I was born an alpha! I was born to be a GOD! OHH!” He roared as his biceps surged bigger, his shoulders bulging in his skin tight jacket. “FUCK! Can’t... hold on...any longer! So... much..... POWERRRRGGH!” He roared as his voice dropped lower again and his body erupted in muscle. He bent over forwards as his clothes ripped open down the centre of his hulking back. His shoulders bulging bigger and bigger causing the fabric to tear and rip at the seams. Callum arched backwards as another spurt of growth hit him. His pecs fighting for space under his shirt and open jacket. More and more abs showing as his shirt rose upwards. His hands bulged longer with more veiny muscle as he grabbed the painfully tight clothes over his torso. “YEEAASS!” He roared like a savage. “GRROOAAARGH!” Callum boomed as he tore his shirt and leather jacket completely apart. His mountainous torso erupting out. He clawed at his pecs with his fingers like a hungry animal as his chest filled with raw godlike power. Each slab of muscle throbbing, rippling and flexing into a huge set of vein webbed striated pectorals. A deep crevice gorging down in between. “BIGGER!” He roared in command. His abs contorted and flexed into a cut 12 pack. But upon feeling them with his long thick fingers, Callum snarled his disapproval. “I WANT EVERYTHING ITS GOT!” He growled. The growth obliged as his abs flexed and bulged further and deeper until 18 cobblestone abs separated by sweaty gorges had been dug into his stomach. A hard, long veiny V-line arrowing down to his huge bulge. He raised his arms, allowing rippling obliques to line his 18 pack abs. The muscles shredding up into his armpits as his lats flared out like massive veiny thick wings. Forming the most incredible v-taper. “FUCKING ALPHA GOD MUSCLE PITS!” Callum roared in ecstasy as dark hair thick with musky hot sweat grew under his arms, a thin dark stubble like layer growing over his pec shelf and down the middle of his abs. Highlighting every grove and crevice. Callum’s arms were next. He stretched and flexed them as huge watermelon sized biceps writhed with snaking veins. “FUCK YEAARGH! BIGGERR!” He roared, pumping them larger. Triceps curved sharp and thick underneath. Forearms thick with veiny muscle meat corded down to his huge hands. Callum flexed a hulking, monstrous most muscular pose as his shoulders grew out to over 3 meters broad. Each delt separating into huge rounded shredded boulders. His traps bulged and sloped upwards and in behind Callum’s head as his face became even more chizzled and muscular. His jawline freakishly sharp and bold. “FUCK! I’M HUUUGE! SO MUCH FUCKING MUSCLE!!” He growled. “MORE! I WANT MORRRRE!” Bellowed Callum as he soared past 8 feet tall. With a thunderous “YEEAASS!”, Callum raised his left leg and stomped down hard. His foot surged bigger and shredded apart his leather wrestling boot. His foot grew longer and wider, more muscular and corded with veins. The pulsing veins grew up over his calf which bulged into a huge cut diamond. His left thigh exploded with muscle as it ripped apart the last of his jeans, forming a massive tree-trunk-thick tear drop shaped quad. With a snarl of pleasure Callum stomped his other leg. Growing it to the same proportion. More stubble-like dark hair grew over his huge legs, highlighting each grove of the vascular muscle. As Callum reached just over 11 feet tall, his body hulking with godly power, his white Calvin boxers stretched paper thin and began to tear. With a monstrous “GROOAAARRH!” Callum flexed his entire body. Every muscle fighting for space, throbbing with snake like veins, shining with musky sweat. His boxers ripped off as a 2 foot long - forearm thick, vein webbed muscle rod flexed free. Swinging up to hit Callum’s abs. Power radiating from the monstrous teen jock as his growth seamed complete. Callum slowly raised his head, his eyes shining an ever brighter blue as he looked down over his chest to see Owen. The now defeated alpha laying in the wreckage of lockers he’d flown back into. Owens eyes locked onto the gargantuan beast that was Callum. His mouth wide open. His now pathetic muscle rod completely solid. Callum grinned and let out a deep growl. Raising his arms to see how massive they’d become. He continued to inspect his body. Hitting flexes and professional poses to show off his titanic frame. “You see Owen?!” He snarled. “This! This is true power! This is my true form!” Callum spun around and grabbed a whole locker from behind him. Lifting it with no effort at all. He turned back to face Owen. “THIS IS MY PURPOSE! TO GIVE THIS WEAK WORLD THE GOD IT DESERVES!” And like it was made of paper, Callum ripped the locker in two, throwing each piece so hard they took chunks out of the walls. Owen stared in half horror, half amazement at the powerhouse god infront of him. Callum’s body hulking with each breath, veins throbbing with raw testosterone. As Callum flexed his behemoth legs, his thick muscle cock throbbed harder than steel. “Fuck!” He moaned. “If your seed did this to me.... imagine what mine could do to others!” Callum’s eyes shon with hunger, with greed. His jaw curled into an arrogant devilish grin. “I think it’s time I payed a visit to my fellow jocks. If they kneel before their alpha then I might just reward them by letting them suck my godrod! Imagine that Owen! An army of beasts... loyal to their one true god!” He flexed his entire body once more, showing the raw muscular power he held. Showing the ultimate unstoppable predator he had become.

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

(Panting) "Grayson! What were you thinking?! I don't care how strong you are, you can't be doing this shit, and if you do QUIT DRAGGING ME INTO IT" "Oh hush Jack. They come up, I'll drop them" "Not as easy as you think it is. C'mon its this way. Ever since I met this man years ago, hes been a big help but, he be taking too many risks. He has this power that lets him controls and grow his muscles at will and thinks hes invincible. "This way, this way!" A Soldier screams. "Shit grayson. They're coming!" "Let Them come through. I got something for their Ass" Grayson says with a evil smirk. "There they are! Jack and grayson, you are under arrest for stealing the wishirite. Give up now or we will engage!" We both put our hands up but Grayson is smiling. I hope whatever he's plotting will get us out of here. "Checkmate..." Grayson says confidently. I instantly knew what that meant and dove behind them. He gets into a power-up pose and stands there grinning. One soldier shoots at him and the bullet hits him but doesn't penetrate his skin. Another Soldier empties a whole clip into him but again, doesnt kill him. "All right, you think we playing games huh? Men! Ready, aim, fire!!" All at once, all 9 soldiers empty all their bullets into Grayson, but to no avail. He hasn't grown his muscles yet, so this is new shit to me. All of the men stood there shocked, "how could that not have killed them" they thought. Grayson is still in the power up pose chuckling. He turns to me and says "I know you're not gay but don't cream your pants for whats about to happen." OH BOY "All these bullets you have shot but not one killed me" Grayson laughed. "It did sting a little bit I'll say that. But I might as well get a lil bit more comfortable. Grayson rips off his shirt showing a rock hard 8 pack and a really chiseled and veiny chest. "WTF are you doing?" I ask. "You'll see. Because I've had sex plenty of times with other girls, and they that I CUM A LOT. But since you soldiers wanna play around, its time to retaliate!" All of rhe bullets still on grayson are now being absorbed into his body. "WTH is happening" I thought. He starts moaning for a good 30 secs till I realise he's growing his cock in his shorts. I'm not but that just happens come in my peripheral vision. His pants starts ripping the fabric till eventually he has his own little fly. And his cock just bursts out, showing all 11 inches and veins and striations. "Ahhh. That feels better, but it wont compare to this." He continues to moan and he continues to grow his dick inch by inch every second. 14... 15... 16... 17 ... 18... 19... 20! A massive 20 inch cock with even more veins. "Ay sergeant Cole! Ready or not, HERE I CUM!!!!!" His cock starts shooting bullets back at the soldiers like a machine gun. SHOORING BULLETS. He screams and enjoyment and all if the soldiers fall down. He continued for a good 2 mins as he still shooting tbe bodies on the ground, getting a kick of his cock being a 50. Cal gatling gun. "All right they're dead! Stop!. Grayson stops and starts panting. "Sorry. I get a kick out of that. I can give this power too. The pleasure is unimaginable." "No thanks, I'm good. Let's just get this wishirite home...

There we were, sweating our asses off with Dominics veiny forearm on both our shoulders. "C'mon you can't leave so soon. The best part isnt even here yet." While he says that, I signaled Jacqui to look down at his pants to see of his dick is growing. She can see his dick print running down his leg. He's horny but he is clearly holding back. "Ay bruh, what you doing here?" I say with a concerned face. You dont like cars like i do. "I just thought if you could enter your car, i could enter my car in this car show" Dominics face is jolly, but i can tell he plottin. "Nigga your car isnt anything special" Jacqui says this is with a straight face, and it's so perfect that i couldnt help but snicker. "Whatever. But anyway have you been to the V8 stars section? The Dodge Challenger Demon looking rather fine today" "We can't" i say calmly. "There's something back at the house we got to take care of" "Like what?" Good question "Look bruh, we gotta bounce" "But hold on there's one thing I gotta show you" I look at Jacqui who then look down at dominics pants, who still has a dick print but slightly bigger and more veins. This isnt good. We go to the back corner where Italian designs are and see a 2006 lamborghini Gallardo in orange and my heart dropped. Lamborghini is my favorite Manufacturer of all times and the Gallardo is my favorite. It even has the orange. 5.0L V10 aint got shit on the V8. I start fangirling in front of a bunch of people, while Jacqui tries to calm me down. After my mental "breakdown" I start asking who's car that is so I could have a picture to post on Instagram. Cade being the little devil he is, He says "I know who it is, but its a surprise. Ungh..." Hol up, now i aint gonna act like I ain't just hear you moan. "Wait what you say?" I say in a concerning voice "I said it's a surprise. Unnggh." See he did it again. I signal Jacqui to check on his dick, but he's been bigger without us knowing. Italian designs are in a big tentand everybody left to go look at something else. While me and Jacqui were distracted by the Gallardo, all you hear is "Now!!" And the tent entrance is completely shut. No way in or out, what kind of bitch ass design is that? I see this and jacqui and I immediately starting sprinting for the entrance trying to get through but to no avail. And I left my pocket knife in my car,. Dominics sees this and says, "No no no, you can't leave yet! We waited so long for this!" "Wait we?" I say confusingly "Who the fuck is we?!" Jacqui screams. "He means us" a voice says. Except this voice was threatening and evil, but sounded familiar. And out of nowhere, Elliot comes down with nothing but his boxers and vans on, in a super saiyan pose with his dick out through the fly. And one by one, everybody else came out. Luis, Reece, Chase, etc. They all had no shirts on, dick through the fly of the boxers in a super saiyan pose, (You know the pose when they power up). Their muscles have been increased quite a bit with veins running through the biceps to the chest and even their abs. Their dicks has to be at least 20 inches long, and 7 of them staring at us with their evil grin and veiny dicks leaking pre. This doesn't look too good...