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Mikey The Human Muscle Morph


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2 hours ago, Hanugumo said:

Only 300lbs. Not much of a super power if you ask me. Because tgere are a lot of people that are 300lbs of muscle these days. =/ 

Yeah, I come across 300 lbs bodybuilders every day. 

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3 hours ago, Ro20316 said:

Oh man, what a good first chapter and for the looks of it. It is gonna be a long muscly ride

Glad you like it!

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Chapter Two

Every day for the week that his parents were away on holiday, Mikey Maguire transformed into the huge, bodybuilding version of himself. Often doing so several times a day. He eventually managed to refrain from shooting a massive load every time he cranked out a crab most muscular, but it wasn’t an easy feat. He was both relieved by this accomplishment, but equally a little sad. Still, almost every transformation into his muscle monster incarnation resulted in Mikey cumming.

He’d spend hours staring at the reflection of his huge God-like mass in the mirror. He’d flex and pose. He’d make his humongous pecs dance, twitch and bounce. He’d tense and wobble his thick, freaky quads. He’d run his hands over every obscenely huge body part; feeling, fondling and squeezing his monstrous muscles. He’d marvel at the lines in his thick, shredded glutes, and he’d entertain himself by trying to pinch the wafer like skin around his tight-as-fuck, perfectly chiselled midsection. 

He became a lot more experimental with his posing too. This mostly involved Mikey being as cheeky, cocky and arrogant as possible. His grunts became louder, his yells became cockier, and he started giving himself words of encouragement and commenting out loud on his freaky physique. Not one single person could hear him. Mikey simply did this for his own amusement and enjoyment. “FUCK YEAH”, “LOOK AT MY GLUTES,” and, “Look at me! I’m fucking HUUUUGE!” were just some of the comments Mikey made to himself whilst admiring his own flexed muscle in the mirror. 

On one of the days when his parents were away, Mikey decided to spend the entire twenty-four hours as the muscle monster version of himself. He tried putting some of his clothes on, with comical difficulty, but, other than his underwear, nothing would fit. He was forced to spend the entire day in his boxer shorts. He drew the curtains for fear that someone would see him and went about his day as a 300 pound muscle monster. 

It felt awesome for Mikey to just sit and watch TV as a huge, hulking muscle bull. Every time he looked down he saw his shredded abs and alien-like quads looking back at him. He attempted to watch a film, but kept getting distracted by his own body. He couldn’t stop admiring his otherworldly mass, flexing each freaky muscle, and touching every insanely developed body part. Even his bullet like nipples were fun to play with. 

During that particular day, Mikey shot his load six times. Three were through masturbating, largely unplanned and spontaneous, but the other three were hands free, and complete accidents. Being a bodybuilder, flexing, touching and worshipping his own muscles turned Mikey on to such an incredible degree that his cock had a habit of exploding with thick ropes of cum on it’s own accord. 

When his parents returned from their holiday, Mikey was a little more cautious about transforming into the bodybuilder version of himself. Whenever he was home alone he would seize the opportunity, but when his parents were in the house, he was a lot more reluctant to do so. He hadn’t told them that he’d discovered what his superpower was, and was incredibly embarrassed at the thought of doing so.

As time went on, Mikey became a little braver in transforming into a bodybuilder whilst his parents were in the house. He often did so whenever he was feeling horny, which was a lot, even by the standards of most lads Mikey’s age. He started getting into the habit of morphing into the muscle monster version of himself in the morning whilst he was still in bed. He’d transform underneath his duvet and run his hands all over his freakishly ripped quads and tummy popping abdominals. He’d dig his fingers into the thick cushions of man meat bulging off his chest and squeeze his muscle monster tits whilst simultaneously jerking off. Just as he was about to cum, Mikey would free his cock of his hands, pull his duvet down, frantically run his hands over his squeezed tits, crunched abs and flexed biceps and then groan and pant as thick ropes of cum erupted from his cock and splashed all over the huge, chiselled mounds of inhuman muscle on his top five Mr Olympia imitating body. 

With his newly discovered love and arousal for huge, shredded muscle, Mikey took to the Internet and discovered a whole new world at his fingertips; the world of extreme bodybuilding, where once regular sized men had pushed their bodies to unspeakable limits and transformed themselves into the kind of superhuman sized, freakishly developed muscle monster Mikey became when he used his superpower.

The Internet was awash with bull-like muscle daddies with humongous tits and enormous biceps, crazily conditioned young muscle lads with striated glutes and peeled abs, and famous pro bodybuilders, who had sacrificed everything to become the freakiest and most muscular men on the planet. Lads of all ages and nationalities. Some ridiculously handsome, others not so much. Some lean and shredded, some just all out monsters. All of them with a passion to mould and grow and develop their muscles for one goal only; to stand on a bodybuilding stage, and flex, pose and show off their alien-like bodies to whoever wished to spectate. And almost every single one of them with an ability to do one thing; turn Mikey Maguire on to an almost laughable degree.

Mikey spent hours, days, even weeks, just wanking off and creaming over these newly found muscle freaks. He’d often use his superpower to transform into his muscle monster alter ego whilst watching videos of bodybuilders. He even started to imitate the bodybuilders he watched on screen; posing along with the top Mr Olympia competitors. Hitting the same poses, and often trying to out-do them in the attitude stakes. If a bodybuilder on his PC screen started arrogantly shouting while hitting his poses, Mikey would shout louder. If a shredded muscle lad started scrunching up his cute face, Mikey would scrunch his more. And if a jacked up muscle bull threw an unexpected, or quirky pose, or move, like wobbling his quads, bouncing his tits, or arrogantly sticking out his tongue with his poses, Mikey would do the exact same thing.

The combination of both watching outrageously cocky muscle bulls flexing and squeezing on his PC screen, and flexing, touching, and witnessing his own, equally huge and shredded muscle led to Mikey achieving his most mind blowing orgasms yet. Rope after rope of cum would erupt and explode at the most unexpected moments. Mikey reached a point where he no longer let the fact that he’d orgasmed stop him from his muscle watching and flexing activities. He’d just carry on, in the knowledge that it probably wouldn’t be long before his dick exploded again.

Mikey couldn’t help but he amused at the fact that the bodybuilders he had discovered had achieved their bodies through years and years of hard work, dedication and sacrifice. And yet, all Mikey had to do was use his superpower and, in less than a minute, he was as huge, and jacked as some of the biggest muscle men in the world. 

There were, however, two things that all of these newly discovered, genuine bodybuilders had which Mikey didn’t. Two things that Mikey began to yearn for. The first of which, was a pair of his very own posing trunks.

Before he’d delved into the world of bodybuilding on his computer, Mikey hadn’t even known that posing trunks had existed. Nothing would ever turn Mikey on more than the enormous sized, insanely developed, shredded physique of a bodybuilder. He had come to that particular revelation at that point. But he hadn’t expected to be so turned on by the rather unique clothing that said bodybuilders were required to wear on stage.

Mikey had no idea why, and he couldn’t begin to explain it even if he had wanted to, but there was something incredibly appealing, not to mention arousing, about the tiny sized, often colourful garments, he’d come to know as posing trunks.

The arousal Mikey felt when viewing any image or video of a muscle freak was automatically increased if said freak happened to be wearing posing trunks that were bright, shiny and colourful. He’d often watch videos of posedowns and comparison rounds of bodybuilding shows, and find his eyes veering to the guy with the hottest and shiniest trunks on stage. Sometimes it didn’t even matter if there were hotter, bigger or cockier guys in the video; if there was a bodybuilder wearing a particularly shiny, or brilliantly coloured pair of posers, that’s where his attention and focus would be. 

Naturally, Mikey started to fantasise about owning his own pair. What it would feel like to hold the thin straps of a pair of trunks and watch them slide up his gigantic, freakishly carved out quads and nestle his dick into the pouch. To look down and see a bright, shiny, posing trunk covered bulge staring back at him. To squat down, reach his hands around and tuck the back of his trunks into his arse crack so they were completely gobbled up by his big greedy glutes.

He wondered what it would be like to indulge in one of his flexing, posing and self-worshipping sessions in his bedroom mirror wearing a pair of bright pink, or glittery gold posers, and to watch said posers fill up with spunk as his muscle exploded underneath his cling wrap skin in a brutal crab most muscular, or his thick, glorious abdominal muscles popped through his stomach in a crazy abs and thighs pose. 

The second thing which Mikey began to yearn for was, sadly, something that he knew would be almost near impossible to achieve. But this was the thing that Mikey longed for the most. More than owning his very own pair of super shiny posing trunks.

It was a yearning that had begun from the very first time Mikey had watched a video of a bodybuilding competition on the Internet.

Seeing these men with bodies as equally monstrous and muscular as his own when enhanced with the use of his superpower, standing on stage, covered in head to toe in glorious, bronzed competition tan, and wearing nothing but miniscule posers, flexing their enormous, freak-like muscle under bright stage lights for an audience of lucky spectators who were screaming and cheering them on with appreciation and adoration had the most deeply profound effect on Mikey.

He wanted, more than anything, to be on that stage with them. Showing off his otherworldly mass, alongside the biggest and most notorious muscle monsters on the planet. Wowing the audience and judges. Being a part of the wondrous and magnificent freak show that was a professional bodybuilding competition. 

He wanted his power enabled body to be stared at, envied, adored and worshiped by every single member of an audience of hundreds. He wanted them to marvel at the deep lines in his quads, shriek at the size of his humungous glutes and quiver at the sight of his bronzed blown up biceps. He wanted to strut and stomp on stage. Displaying the kind of over the top cocky, animalistic attitude he did when he was alone in his bedroom, flexing for himself in the mirror.

He longed to be part of a posedown. Flexing and posing in a group of similarly sized beef monsters. He wanted to be enticed into a head to head crab most muscular with a fellow bronzed muscle bull. He wanted to be encouraged to walk off the stage and waddle into the audience with the other competitors. To walk, flex and show off his mass amongst a group of perfectly normal, average sized, fully clothed spectators. To stand on a chair and hit a front double bicep, as a mass of ordinary people looked on in awe and arousal, eagerly taking pictures and marvelling at his magnificent God-like muscle while, secretly, wanting so badly to touch and worship him, and blow a huge wad of spunk in their undies while doing so.

Unfortunately Mikey knew that this could never happen. The power enabled muscle monster version of his body was the same size and quality as that of a top five Mr Olympia competitor. If he entered into a competition, the whole world of bodybuilding would take notice. They’d all want to know who Mikey was and where he had suddenly come from. Mikey knew that bodybuilders of that tremendous size didn’t just appear overnight. Even if people weren’t suspicious of the fact that a bodybuilder of such size and structure had never competed in a bodybuilding show before, how would he explain the complete lack of progress pictures? Why would no one have ever heard of him before? Mikey knew that he’d have to invent a whole imaginary backstory. And if that didn’t rumble him very quickly, something else most certainly would.

If, when he transformed into a muscle monster, Mikey’s head and facial features transformed with it, he may stand more of a chance of getting away with revealing the power enabled version of himself to the world. But they didn’t. From the head up, he still looked very much like Mikey Maguire. Sooner or later, someone that he knew, or even just someone who did a bit of research on social media, would find out exactly who he was. A perfectly normal, regular sized lad who showed absolutely no previous interest or knowledge of bodybuilding.

He’d be exposed and shamed as a cheat and a fraud, and banished from the bodybuilding world. Everyone in it would know what his secret superpower was. Not only that, the rest of the world, including everyone back in his home town, would discover what his secret superpower was too.

Mikey often fantasised about one day competing in a bodybuilding stage through the use of some kind of superpower. Maybe he would meet someone with the power to erase memories, and persuade them to use that power on the audience of his competition. Or maybe he could one day find someone with the power to turn back time. He could step on stage and compete in a show, and then get that person to work their magic, as if the whole thing had never happened.

But finding people with such specific superpowers was rare, especially ones willing to use that power for other people. Such things usually came at a very large cost, if you could even find people willing to do them in the first place.

Mikey had very little hope that his desires would come to fruition. He could never have predicted that one single weekend trip to London shortly after his twenty-second birthday would lead Mikey to getting the very two things he longed for the most. It would be during this trip that someone would also discover the secret of his superpower for the very first time.

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12 hours ago, muscleaddict said:

Yeah, I come across 300 lbs bodybuilders every day. 

Well mostly in stories. x3; Not irl, but seeing tge sizes the bodybuilders get too these days, I kinda expected his initial growth to be at least too 400lbs. So he can look like the actual hulk he deserves to be. <3

 

Though I do hope you're not offended. I didn't mean it as an offense or anything. =S;

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Great story!  And I really like that you included a pic as an introduction.....it makes a story even hotter to have a visual image while reading it.:)

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