One Of My Personal Favorites: Desperate Husbands

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[musclehintz]

Diego was on the verge of his third orgasm in as many hours. He was on all fours in the center of a king size bed, while Tad was underneath him sucking Diego’s throbbing cock. Tad was on his back lying in the opposite direction allowing Diego to provide the same service to him. Tad’s brother, Todd, was behind Diego driving his 6” fuck pole into the muscle god’s ass. Toddwas the first to lose control, unable to deny the incredible eroticism of this experience. Todd couldn’t believe he was with this perfect specimen of masculinity beauty. When he touched Diego’s hard, round ass and wide carved back Todd’s crème was unleashed. He shot with such force, Diego felt it inside him. This caused Diego to explode into Todd’s talented mouth. The taste and volume of Diego’s cum were better than Todd had fantasized. Even Diego’s spunk was superior to other men’s. This realization sent Todd over the edge and he shot his inferior load into Diego’s waiting mouth. Within seconds all three men were spent.

Diego collapsed onto the bed; twisting his massive body to not fall onto Tad. Diego fell on his back, his head hitting the bed’s soft pillows. Todd fell onto Diego resting his head on Diego’s mammoth right pec. Tad changed position and put his head on Diego’s left pec. Tad and Todd were in heaven listening to the muscle stud’s heartbeat.

“Not that I mind guys, but wouldn’t you be more comfortable resting on a pillow instead of my sweaty body” Diego asked as he wrapped one of his massive arms around each of the identical twin brothers supporting their efforts to mount him.

“Your pecs are about the same size of a pillow” Todd said raising his head to look at Diego.

“But they’re much harder and warmer” Tad commented. Both men now rested their firm chins on Diego’s firmer chest; the weight of their heads unable to dent the thick, granite slab-like muscles. Both stared at Diego’s beautiful face and smiled. Diego switched his gaze from brother to brother searching for differences in their appearance. Four pale green eyes sparkled in the dimly lit room. Both men had straight, shoulder-length, light brown hair parted in the middle accentuating their symmetrical features. They could be described as pretty more than handsome. Their delicate faces matched by slender but very athletic 5’ 6” bodies. Diego learned the brothers were born in Caracas and raised in New York City; their father led the Venezuelan delegation at the United Nations. Currently they attended UCLA and were members of the school’s nationally ranked gymnastics team. Diego finally smiled back, then flexed his pecs causing the twin's heads to bounce up and down. First in unison then alternating. The twins giggled. Diego raised his powerful arms causing the brothers to roll off him and to his side. Diego put his hands behind his head lifting it to a better angle to see his companions. The brothers continue to giggle as they started to lick each of Diego’s exposed, moist armpits, causing him to laugh too.

“You’re skin is so smooth. You have the most perfect skin of any man or woman I’ve ever met” Tad remarked as he ran his fingertips over Diego’s deep armpit and down across his expansive chest.

“Every part of you taste good, too”, Todd said seductively as he continued to explore Diego’s body with his tongue.

“Stop it boys, you’re tickling me” Diego demanded between laughs.

“I think a man with your muscles could make us stop if he really wanted to” Tad said bringing his small hand to Diego’s extended tricep.

Diego lowered his arms grabbing hold of the twin’s naked asses. “I wanted to thank you guys for inviting me to stay with you tonight in your beautiful hotel room, for buying me dinner, and especially for the after dinner entertainment. I’ve had a great night” Diego said squeezing a small, firm, round ass cheek in each of his enormous hands.

“It was truly are pleasure”, Todd replied, his hand moving to Diego’s soft yet still impressive cock.

“Did you want another steak? I know you have a competition tomorrow, but you ate the other one so fast and that’s all you had. I’ll call room service again, it’s no problem. We can get you anything you want”, Tad asked while pushing himself up. He leaned on the bed supporting himself with one arm; with his free hand, he joined his brother and started to massage Diego’s large balls.

“No thank you, I’m quite satisfied” Diego looked down at his crotch being fondled and smiled, “Is there anything else I can do for you guys”.

“Diego, you’re like no other bodybuilder we’ve been with, and I’m not just taking about you being so incredibly gorgeous. It’s like we told you, we’re here to watch the contest” Tad said before getting interrupted.

“He can see we’re not here to compete, Tad” Todd remarked while bending his arm to flex his large bicep.

Diego reached out to feel Todd’s upper arm. Like most male gymnasts, Todd’s bicep was very large compared to the rest of his lithe body. “Not bad, you’ve got solid 15” guns there Todd. Maybe you should think about competing”. Diego moved his hand down Todd’s defined chest and waist.

Todd sat up next to Diego and grabbed Diego’s wondering hand at the wrist. Todd pulled Diego’s arm out then bent his arm at the elbow, forcing his bicep to flex. Diego gave no resistance, but flexed his arm hard as Todd touched his formable peak. “I would never be able to achieve the 22” peak you have. Our waists are only 26 inches”. 

Diego laughed, “I know. I saw it on the labels of your jeans. It made me a little jealous”.

“You, jealous of us?” Todd questioned.

“Yeah, I’ve always had these ideal measurements in my head. I’ve been able to achieve them all except my waist. I always thought 30” was perfect. It would give me that wasp waist every bodybuilder wants, making my chest, thighs, and package look bigger. Everyone else thinks I’m perfectly proportioned at 34”, but I still dream of a 30” waist.”

“We’re just the opposite. We think our waist is too narrow. It reminds us a woman’s body, not a man’s. We want more girth, which represents masculine power. It would help us with our sport, too. Gymnastics require a lot of strength in your core muscles.” Todd caressed his own chiseled stomach before moving his hand to Diego’s. “You are so massive and strong. Your waist, like the rest of you, does look perfect to me” 

“Thanks” Diego answered while flexing his abdominal muscles for Todd, the ridges rising high through his tight skin, looking like a relief map of the AndesMountains.

“Wow” Todd said in admiration of Diego’s development, “it goes to show no one is totally happy with the way they look, even those who we think are prefect. But there is nothing we can do about it. You would have to break bone to make your waist smaller and we would have to get fat to enlarge ours. Not a good idea for any of us.”

“Right, there’s nothing we could do about it”, Diego said gazing off into the distance.

“Anyway”, Tad continued, “obviously we are into muscular men; gorgeous, tall, very muscular men”. Tad grinned as he joined his brother in caressing Diego’s magnificent body. “Most bodybuilders are arrogant jerks who only think of themselves. Not concerned in the least about other people’s feelings. It’s their way to feel even more superior to us than they already are. The sex is usually one-sided. We are only permitted to service their needs, while they can do anything to us. Of course with their strength we couldn’t stop them anyway.” Tad moved his hand to Diego’s face and gently touched his cheek. “You wouldn’t know what it’s like to be treated that way Diego, but let me tell you it’s not good. But you really care about what we want and how we feel. You treated my brother and me like people not sex toys. So I wanted to thank you. You made this a great night for us too.” Tad moved toward Diego and kissed him lightly on the lips.

“Abso-fucking-lutely”, Todd cooed then kissed Diego too but more passionately, “Plus we got necklaces to wear for the evening.” 

Both brothers laid back down next to Diego. Each man straddled a side of Diego’s hulking frame and rested their heads back onto his chest. Diego cradled each of the smaller men in his large, powerful arms and squeezed them gently. The men closed their eyes feeling safe and protected by Diego’s thick muscles.

Diego sighed, “I only treated you the way I would want to be treated by a bigger, stronger person”

“Yeah, like anybody could ever be bigger or stronger than you, Diego” teased Todd.

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Todd and Tad were lulled to sleep by the rhythmic movement of Diego’s chest as he breathed. Diego stayed awake thinking about the day’s events and Tad’s remarks. He thought about the kind of person he was and how he lived his life before this all happened. He selected is victims because he thought they were total losers, occupying the lowest rung on society’s ladder. But he now realized he had a lot in common with these outcasts. If something happened to him, would anybody care? Was he like Bikeman in that way? He whored out his body to get the things he needed, just like the drug addict. He nonchalantly took advantage of people to satisfy his sexual desires like the bear. He used his superior strength to intimidate anyone who didn’t do exactly as he wanted like the jewelry salesman. And in thirty years would he end up like Greg? Cruising the beach desperately trying to validate his waning attractiveness by having casual sex with strangers, only able to feel good about himself by seducing men half his age. Would his fading physique be his only contribution to the world? 

Then there were the twins. He looked down at them and gently rubbed their backs. He knew they were only with him because they were muscle worshipers. They were using him to live out their sexual fantasies. But there was no harm being done, no one was being humiliated or injured. Didn’t most people have sex due to physical attraction anyway? This one part of their personalities didn’t define them as people. It was more important that they were thoughtful and caring men. The twins deserved his kindness even though he had a naturally dominant physique and superior genetics.

Diego’s gaze went from the twins to his own body. He realized he still needed more muscle mass to reach his former size. He needed to win the contest more than ever. He knew the lucrative endorsement deals would come his way with his pro card. He would leave Miami and his former life behind forever. Last month he was so confident he would win, he bought a one-way ticket to Los Angeles for the following day. When he told the twins his plans, they offered him a place to stay in the L.A. area. They had an apartment near VeniceBeach and told him he could stay with them until he got settled. They really were great guys. Diego hated to take the muscle he needed from the twins, but he didn’t have a choice. He was running out of time. The contest was only a few hours away. He figured he could give them something they wanted too. Diego carefully raised his right arm to not wake Todd and grabbed his necklace, “I exchange with you our eye color, I take from you 15 pounds of muscle, and I give you 2 inches from the width of my hips”.

Since there were two men this time, that meant he would gain 30 pounds of muscle and lose 4 inches in his hips and waist. Diego felt his pelvis rising from the bed. As his hips narrowed his glutes were becoming rounder, denser and more compact lifting his body upward. The additional muscle mass only increased the process. He saw his thighs expanding and his abs becoming more defined. He noticed his biceps growing before his ballooning pecs blocked his view of the rest of his body. The increased girth of his chest caused the brothers’ heads to roll onto Diego’s broad shoulders.

Diego wanted a few minutes to see if the movement would wake the brothers. They continued to sleep peacefully. He slowed raised one arm letting Tad’s body drop to the bed. He then gently lowered Todd to the mattress on his other side. He scooted to the foot of the bed trying not to shake it too much, not easy for a man of almost 300 pounds. He searched the dimly lit room for his shorts and pulled them on, struggling a little with the waist band when he reached his colossal thighs. He noticed the same waist band was very loose around his waist for the first time. He could easily slip his hand into the shorts to adjust his cock and balls. He ran his hands over his ass feeling the improvement. He couldn’t believe how high, round and hard it was. He found his shirt and was struggling to put it on over his gargantuan chest when he heard movement on the bed.

“Are you leaving?” asked Tad groggily.

“Yes, I’ve got to be at the convention center in 3 hours for preliminary judging. I’ve still got to shower and get my stuff for the competition” Diego whispered.

“You can shower here with us” Todd said joining the conversation.

“That would be fun, but I don’t need any more distractions. I have to focus on the contest” Diego said half seriously.

“Here don’t forget your necklaces. Maybe they’ll bring you good luck, they certainly did for us” Tad said giving his necklace to Todd. Todd removed his necklace and put both in the wooden box on the nightstand. Diego went to the nightstand. He knelt down on one knee as he took the box and looked at the twins staring at him. The bedside lamp softly illuminated their doll-like faces. He saw that the brothers now had one green eye and one brown eye. Diego almost laughed out loud, he had forgotten about that exchange. It was the only thing he could think of to exchange with them. At least they were still identical. “We’ll see you at the competition tonight; we’ll be in the sixth row cheering you on”.

“We know you’ll win. You look more muscular now than you did earlier tonight”, Todd said touching Diego’s massive upper arm. Diego flexed it for him and Todd moaned with pleasure. “Are you sure you have to leave right this moment?”

“Yes”, Diego smiled, “we’ll hopefully celebrate my victory later”. Diego kissed each brother lightly on the lips. “Thanks again for everything guys. Goodbye”. Diego left the hotel room and the brothers went back to sleep, dreaming of the upcoming celebration.

Diego walked the mile from the hotel to the condominium complex quickly due to his long powerful legs. Most people would be frightened to walk the streets of Miami at 5am, but Diego knew no one would challenge a man of his stature. He went to the side entrance and used the key he kept hidden within the potted palms that decorated the building. The gym was deserted and dark. He turned on the lights and hesitantly approached the 350 pound bar he used yesterday to emasculate the three husbands. He got a firm grip and lifted the bar. After doing ten fast curls, Diego smiled, relieved that his intimidating strength had returned with his new muscle mass. He needed to know what his stats were. He had been guessing at heights and weights all day, trying to reach his former size. He went to the scale adjusting the mechanism until it balanced out at 284 pounds. “Damn, that’s 11 pounds less than before this all happened. That means I’m even further away from reaching my 300 pound goal”, Diego said staring at the scale. He then raised the metal rod attached to the back of the scale to measure his height. “Six four, Wow, I’m two inches taller than before.” Diego stripped off his shirt and stepped out of his shorts. He grabbed a tape measure and wrapped his around his tight waist; the metal tab on the end just passing the 30” inch mark at his belly button. Diego smiled, he finally had his 30” waist. “At least that’s one thing I got right”. Diego walked to the large set of mirrors and went through his posing routine. He thought he looked rather good despite his lighter weight and taller height. He still had great symmetry and beautifully sculpted lines; even more so with his slimmer hips and waist. He raised both arms high over his head, bending his elbows to place his forearms behind his head. He crunched his abdominal muscles as hard as he could. His board shoulders, wing-like lats, absurdly narrow hips and total lack of body fat, made his v-taper look incredible. He was the quintessential muscular man. He eyes traveled past his waist and ogled his massive thighs flaring out below his hips. His hardened calves were in perfect proportion to this upper leg. The reflection was causing his cock to react. Diego stood sideways and flexed his ass. He saw the muscles jump to attention and rise higher. He ran his large hands over the compact, dense muscles; the full, round shape defying gravity. He eyes were drawn to his cock extending well beyond his crotch. He reached for the tape measure and forced his steel hard cock down slightly as he ran the tape along its length. “Not even 8, I’ve lost more than two inches. Shit, what the hell am I going to do? I’ve got to be at the competition in a couple of hours” Diego said out loud to himself. He moved closer to the mirror to examine his face; his new green eyes made him look even more exotic and beautiful.

Determined to do the best he could with what he had, he decided to go the contest. He walked to the shower room and washed the long day’s grime from his powerful body. He loved the way the suds felt on his smoother skin and hairless ball sack. He gave himself a hand job while the warm water flowed down his rippling physique. He put all his clothes, his posing briefs, his contest paperwork, wallet, airline ticket, and the wooden box of necklaces into a large duffle bag. He wrote a note telling the building manager he quit and left his keys on the desk. He wasn’t planning on returning to this place ever again. He pulled on a 3XL t-shirt that hugged his body and a pair of sweatpants and took one last look in the mirror. He saw a man even more imposing in clothes than nude. He was the definition of an alpha male. He cupped his package to adjust his expanding rod. He walked out the door to the first light of day and gave one last look around the complex. Glad to be leaving, he got into a waiting taxi and looked forward to his new life in California.

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Ryan planned on exercising daily to maintain his newly muscular, ripped physique. Swimming was the perfect option for him. It allowed him to use all his muscles and show off his huge endowment. He secretly enjoyed the feel of his greatly enhanced appendage more than his wife. Ryan went to the sporting goods store and purchased five new swimsuits. No more baggy, board shorts for him. He would only were bikinis, including the very low, hip hugging style MichaelPhelps made famous during the last Olympics. If women thought Mike looked good in them, they should see how Ryan filled them out. Ryan had 6” of thick man meat even when soft between his legs and wanted everyone to know it. 

Ryan arrived at the pool just as the sun was coming up. He was the only one at the pool at that hour. He knew the housewives would be arriving soon, just when he was finishing his fifty laps. He would give them a show they would never forget. He removed the towel he had wrapped around his waist and adjusted the leg straps of his skimpy suit. He watched his heavy, tightly-packed manhood bounce as he pulled on the suit. He thought how envious he was of Diego when he saw him do the same thing just 2 days ago. Now he was the one who would make other men green with envy and women cum at the sight.

As Ryan was about to dive into the pool, he hard the clubhouse door slam shut. He looked to see a huge hulking man leaving. From the back it looked like Diego, but Ryan knew that couldn’t be him after what they took from him. The man stopped before getting into a cab and looked around. Ryan saw Diego’s beautiful face and gasped. The cab left and Ryan was in shock, a thousand thoughts went through his mind. He unconscientiously grabbed his package to make sure it was still there. He looked down and watched his hands roam over his lean athletic body. Relieved he was still built better than an Olympic gold medalist, he let out a sigh of relief. But how did Diego get everything back they had stolen from him? He had to tell Bill.

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Bill was getting dressed when he heard the pounding at his front door. He finished tucking-in his red polo shirt into his khaki shorts as he opened the door. Ryan forced his way passed Bill without saying a word.

“Good morning to you too, Ryan” Bill said sarcastically closing the door. 

“We have a problem. I just saw Diego and he’s as big as ever. He’s got his looks, his height and all his muscles back” Ryan said in a panicked tone.

“So Diego has the necklaces. I searched this place last night trying to find them. I knew someone took them from me, but I assumed it was you or Harold.” Bill calmly remarked while sitting down on the couch.

“Why aren’t you worried?” Ryan asked.

“Why should I be? It’s like I told you at the beginning of this whole thing. The necklaces only work if we choose of our own free will to put them on. If Diego or someone else gives me a necklace, I won’t wear it. Will you?” Bill answered while looking up at the impressive Ryan.

“No, of course not. But what if Diego seeks revenge by just beating us to a pulp? You saw the strength a man his size possesses. There’s no way I can stop him from breaking every bone in my body.” Ryan said while pacing back and forth in front of Bill.

“I think Diego will stay away from us. He’s probably afraid of what else we might do to him. We’ll probably never see him again. Just relax Ryan. Remember you’re a lot bigger now too”, Bill said while staring at the bulge in Ryan’s bathing suit move from side to side as he paraded before him. 

Ryan stopped pacing and noticed Bill staring at his crotch. “Where’s Brittany?”

“I don’t know. I threw her out last night” Bill answered and noticed the surprised look on Ryan’s face as he moved his gaze from Ryan’s package. “Our marriage was a shame anyway. She married me for my money and I married her because I didn’t want to die alone. I don’t have that concern anymore.” Bill said while running his square hand over his muscular chest. “I’m as healthy as a horse.” Bill’s eyes went back to Ryan’s swim suit. “Speaking of horses, how’d Sara react to that horse dick of yours?”

“Like a woman obsessed”, Ryan answered while cupping his huge package. “Diego was right. It’s all she cares about. Whenever we’re in the same room together she just stares at it. Whenever or wherever I sit, she follows me and starts caressing my body; her hand always ending up on my crotch. We made love for hours last night. She didn’t want me to do anything, just lay there and stay hard. I woke up this morning and she was playing with my cock again, enjoying my morning wood.”

“So the two of you are staying together, even after she cheated on you?” Bill asked.

“Yes, but I told her I’m going to sleep with other women and if she doesn’t like it, she could leave. But, I know she’ll never leave me as long as I have this” Ryan said while letting go of his manhood and adjusting the straps on his bikini.

“I can’t blame her. You are quite impressive. I was in the army for more than 20 years and have seen a lot of built men, but you are something else”, Bill said still mesmerized byRyan’s package. “I’ve shared a shower with 20 muscular teenagers during basic training and been in a bunk hall listening to 30 men jerking off in the middle of the night, and have never been so turned on by another man as I am at this moment”. Bill stood up, the bulge in his shorts very obvious, and moved toward Ryan. Bill put his index finger on Ryan’s equipment and started to slowly outline his thickening cock through the swim suits thin material.

Ryan looked down at Bill’s bright white crew cut and the red shirt that covered his muscular torso. He thought of Race Bannon from the old JohnnyQuest cartoon. Race was the first man that Ryan had lustful thoughts about as a young boy. He was so handsome, athletic and confident. Always taking charge and beating up the bad guys. Bill’s military training made the comparison of the two men even more valid. Ryan felt his cock becoming uncomfortably confined by the small suit. Bill got on his knees and started to roll the suit down Ryan’s muscular thighs.

“Stop, we really shouldn’t be doing this” Ryan whispered softly but made no attempt to restrain the smaller man.

Bill lowered the suit to Ryan’s ankles and slowly ran his hands up Ryan’s sculpted legs, stopping at his firm ass. As he kneaded the two globes, he started to lick Ryan’s egg sized balls. Ryan moaned in approval. Bill then sucked the tip of Ryan’s steel-hard pleasure pole. He slowly took in Ryan’s meat inch by inch; deep throating all 10 inches. Sara wasn’t able to do that last night, though she tired over and over. Ryan was on the verge of release. He grabbed the top of Bill’s head and ran his fingers through his thick, silky hair. As Bill was withdrawing Ryan’s cock from his mouth, he inserted two fingers into Ryan’s ass. Ryan mumbled, “Race you are incredible”. Bill was enjoying himself too much to hear Ryan. Ryan’s body started to spasm and he shot his load deep into Bill’s mouth. Bill fell back to the floor trying to swallow the large load produced by Ryan’s huge balls. Ryan towered above him breathing deeply his cock slowly deflating and dripping the last of his cum. Bill looked at his own crotch and saw a wet spot forming; he must have enjoyed sucking off Ryan more than he thought.

Ryan bent down and pulled up his bathing suit and walked to the kitchen to get some paper towels to wipe up his remaining juices. Bill crawled to the couch and sat down. Several minutes went by without either man saying a word. Ryan was adjusting his equipment back into place inside his suit, when Harold came bursting through Bill’s front door. “Good you’re both here. Where are the necklaces?”

“Why?” Bill asked.

“I need them. I want more. More muscle, more height, a more beautiful face” Harold said moving his gaze from Bill to Ryan as he entered the living room; the bulge in his suit larger than usual, “and more of a cock too”.

“They’re not toys to use whenever you want” Bill said

“You can’t ruin other men’s life by randomly taking things that aren’t rightfully yours. We did what we did to Diego to get revenge for the way he treated us. There was just case”,Ryan stated supporting Bill with his words and by standing behind the couch where Bill sat.

“That’s easy for you two to say. You’re both attractive men and have had women lust after you all your adult lives. This is new to me. I’ve always been the geek, the little dork with coke bottle glasses. I love being taller and stronger than the average guy. I didn’t go to work yesterday; I went to the beach instead. Women were smiling at me, approaching me, touching me. A bunch of buff guys were putting together a game of volleyball and for the first time I in my life I participated in a game and wasn’t picked last for the team. Everyone assumed I was a natural athlete because of my physique. And I was great, blocking and spiking easily with these long muscular limbs. All the men were envious of me. I felt so masculine and strong.” Harold was getting hard just reliving the experience, “My wife has never been happier; she couldn’t get enough of me last night. I was finally the dominant one in the bedroom. I never thought that was important, but boy was I wrong. It’s great to be a real man and I want more.” Harold was speaking very fast, excited by the possibility of gaining greater power and size. He looked at Ryan and Bill noticing a discomfort between the two of them. “Is everything ok with you two?”

“Yes. We think Diego has the necklaces” Ryan said, “I saw him leaving the building this morning and he was back to normal, huge muscles and all.”

“What? How did this happen. I need those necklaces. I’m not going back to being nothing again.” Harold yelled.

“Calm down. He probably used the building’s master key and took them from me. But don’t worry; I don’t think he’ll bother us anymore.” Bill commented.

“That’s just great, Bill. How could you be so careless? I need to be bigger, stronger and better looking. Can you get more necklaces? “, Harold asked anxiously.

“No way, Harold. It took me three years to get those and cost me thousands of dollars, and lifetime of IOUs. You just have to live your life as you are.” Bill said getting a bit agitated.

“Yeah, man. You are already taller than us and have a great physique. Most men would get their left nut to have a body like yours. You’re lucky to have this opportunity. It’s a fucking miracle what has happened to us. We should be thanking Bill, not yelling at him. He’s a great friend to help us the way he did. I will always consider him my friend no matter what happens to us”Ryan said putting his large hand on Bill’s broad shoulder. Bill squeezed Ryan’s hand understanding the real message behind Ryan’s words.

Harold looked at both men and then down at the floor. “Yes, you are right. I apologize for what I said. And I am grateful for what you did for me. I mean look at me. In a million years, I never thought I would have the body of a real jock. Thank you.” Harold said and approached Bill to shake his hand. “I’m actually glad it’s over. I’m sure Diego won’t bother us again. I better go and service my wife. She can’t get enough of the new me. I’m sure you two studs know what I’m talking about.” Harold walked to the door, “See you later”. He shut the door behind him. 

Ryan moved around to the other side of the couch and sat next to Bill. Bill moved his hand to Ryan’s unyielding thigh, “What should we do for an encore?”

Harold entered the elevator, the doors closed and Harold saw himself in the mirror finish. He did look good, but not good enough. He wanted not just to be a jock, but the ultimate jock. He wanted to be as desirable as Diego was before the change. If Diego was able to get everything back he had before, then Harold wanted it all and this time he wouldn’t have to share. He had to find Diego. Instead of pressing the button for his home floor, he pressed the button for the lobby.

Harold entered the deserted gym using his pass card. He went to Diego’s office and found the note he left for the manager. He read it realizing he was planning on leaving town.Harold didn’t have much time to find him, but where could he be. He looked at the calendar hanging above the desk. Today’s date was circled in red along with the words Contest Day. On the desk a notepad had a phone number, and the words Miami Moon Taxi and convention center. “I think I’m going to the convention center. Who knows before the day is through; maybe I’ll be able to win that contest.” Harold said with a sly grin on his face.

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Diego had just finished his preliminary judging. His body was pumped and sweaty from hours of flexing while trying to look like his wasn’t. He used the downtime to size up his competition. As the magazines predicted his only rival for the super heavyweight title, and therefore most likely the overall title, was J.J.Johnson from the Bahamas. J.J. was several inches shorter than Diego and six years older, but his physique had the bulky size that only a mature man can achieve. His smaller stature allowed his muscles to be more compact and appear thicker than Diego’s. The Bahamian’s dark as coal skin hid any imperfections in the bright stage lights. J.J. had one more thing that gave him an advantage over Diego. J.J. was known for having the biggest cock on the circuit. Diego had heard it was over a foot long and nine inches in circumference. Diego figured its size was exaggerated by the rumor mill, but by the bulge in his posers, not by much.

Diego knew the size of a man’s package shouldn’t affect the outcome of the contest. He also knew that when a group of men where lined-up next to each other wearing nothing by tight revealing bikinis; it was human nature to compare the size of their equipment. While muscle size and symmetry were what should be judged, bodybuilding is a subjective sport and judges are only human. A long, thick cock and a set of large balls was what every man wanted and everyone’s fantasy man had. And bodybuilders were people’s ultimate fantasy men, the pinnacle of masculinity. Contestants had to use every advantage possible to influence the judges. They spent hundreds of dollars on hair removal, tanning, haircuts, teeth whitening, and custom tailored posers. Diego wanted every advantage to guarantee his winning the contest. He knew having the biggest bulge in his briefs would lock-up the title for him.

Diego was waiting to be called for his individual posing routine. J.J. and he were the last two to perform. He saw J.J. lying down between two folding chairs waiting for his turn. He looked as if he was meditating. Like J.J., Diego was dressed in just posers and a t-shirt. Diego took a necklace from his bag and approached J.J., his eyes drawn to the massive amount of flesh tightly packed into his tiny nylon suit. Diego pulled up a chair next to J.J., who opened his eyes at the noise.

“Hey, J.J. you sure look great. You really have improved since last year” Diego said.

“Thanks, mon. You look real good too” J.J. said a little surprised that his rival was talking to him.

“I see you’re trying to meditate. I do the same thing. It really does help doesn’t it? I’ve put on almost 30 pounds of muscle this year since I started meditating. And when I wear this spiritual crystal I got from a guru in Nepal, I can actually feel my body changing” Diego said while showing J.J. the necklace in held in his hand.

“I’m glad to know I’m not the only spiritual person here. I started meditating to help me control my blood pressure but I’ve heard people say it can help add mass. But I’ve never been able to get under that deep. Do you think a crystal will help me?” J.J. asked eager for any way to improve his body.

“Did you want to try it? Like I said it has really helped me”, Diego gave proof by raising his arm and flexing his huge bicep. “Give it five minutes and see if you feel anything.”

“That’s nice of you, mon.” J.J. said taking the necklace from Diego. He put in around his neck and fastened it close. J.J. laid back down and closed his eyes.

“I see you in a few, brother” Diego said getting up and walking to his gym bag. He removed another necklace and put it on. He turned to look at J.J. and grabbed hold of the crystal around his neck. “I exchange with you the size of our genitals, I take from you 20 pounds of muscle, and I give you one inch of my height.” Diego saw J.J.’s bulge shrink at the same time he felt a twinge at his own crotch. He quickly sat down. He watched his cock and balls expand between his titanic thighs which were shortening and thickening slightly at the same time. His t-shirt became tighter around his arms and chest.

Diego looked up to see the stage assistant talking to J.J., it was his time to do his posing routine. J.J. stood up and stumbled a bit; his center of gravity off slightly by the sudden change in height and weight. He cupped his package to adjust it, looking down at his crotch after feeling its smaller size. J.J. raised his head with a strange look on his face, realizing something was different, but not sure what it was. He removed his t-shirt; Diego thought he did look less impressive. The decrease in muscle size along with the increase in the length of his limbs made his muscles look longer and thinner. J.J. walked over to Diego and gave him the borrowed necklace. “Thanks, Diego. I did feel something when I wore it. It was really strange.”

“I’m glad it worked. You do look different. Break a leg out there”, Diego said as J.J. walked toward the warm-up area the contest had set up for the competitors. Diego put the necklace back into the box and buried it at the bottom of his duffle bag. Diego waited for J.J. to leave then walked to the warm up area himself. He turned to the large mirrored wall to see the changes to his body. The pouch of his posers was now stretched to its limit by his larger package. He tried to adjust his meaty cock and balls the best he could, not caring who was watching. The room was filled with men constantly doing the same thing as their cocks expanded and shrank throughout the day. Having been a well endowed man, Diego always picked suits with the largest pouch, so the suit did cover all of him but just barely. He was never this big before. He couldn’t believe how his package could no longer be contained by just one of his immense hands. Diego was glad to finally have gotten back what he had lost and then some. The stage assistant came over to him and said 5 minutes until his routine. He turned around and started to do some elevated pushups on one of the wooden chairs. He felt his muscles filling with blood again, the added mass too much for his already tight t-shirt. The cotton material started to tear. The seams under his arms went first unable to confine his expanding lats, shoulders and chest. He stopped and started to lift a set of 40 pound dumbbells, the sleeves maxed out after the tenth rep and the rock hard flesh broke through. The other contestants were now staring at Diego. He turned to the mirror and ripped the remains of his shirt from his body. He looked like a morphed photograph. Each muscle was bloated with incredible size. He did a couple of simple poses enjoying a pump like he had never felt before. His chest, which had always been one of his best body parts, looked gigantic. His man tits hung like slabs of thick round marble. The slightest movement of his arms caused them to flex, forming a hard ball of muscle nearly touching his chin. His waist was tight and chiseled. His insanely narrow hips making his manhood look even bigger. The peaks on his biceps were now much higher than his shoulders and split into two distinct heads. Diego knew he had passed the magical 300 pound mark. He was everything he always dreamed of being.

Diego walked to the stage entrance. Noticing how heavy his body felt. His inner thighs rubbed against each other making Diego swing his legs outward as he walked. His lower back curved inward struggling to support the weight of his colossal upper body. He felt the weight of each ass check rise and fall with every step forcing the narrow back panel of his briefs into his deep ass crack. Waiting for J.J. to finish, Diego stood at the side entrance of the stage feeling up his own chest. He looked to his right and saw a familiar face watching him. It was the golden hunk from the beach. But now he had to look up to see Diego; the awe on his face made Diego smile. Diego always was partial to blue eyed-blonds, but this guy had it all; a muscular body, a handsome face and major meat between his legs. “Brock, congratulations on your second place finish in the light-heavyweight division” Diego said in his deepest voice.

“Thank you”, Brock said barely able to speak in the muscle god’s presence.

“I came in second last year in my division. I know next year you’re going to be a real threat to every man here. You have the potential of being an incredible champion”, Diego said running his large hand over Brock’s heaving chest. Diego saw the younger man’s cock start to swell in his briefs.

“Thank you”, Brock was the only thing he managed to say again while staring at Diego’s bulging chest.

“Are you alright?” Diego said flexing his pecs, well aware of the affect he was having on Brock.

“Yes”, Brock answered forcing his eyes off of Diego’s body to his face. “I was looking at your….necklace. Yeah, you know you shouldn’t wear that on stage”.

“Oh, I forgot I was wearing it” Diego said touching the crystal.

Brock watched Diego’s arms bulge as he raised them to reach the back of his neck; his thicker muscles making it difficult to bend his arms enough to perform the task. Brock wanted desperately to reach out and touch Diego’s virile body. After the struggle, Diego held the necklace by the chain in front of Brock. “Will you hold this for me until I’m done posing?” Brock nodded yes but did not move his hands, frozen in place by Diego’s beauty. Diego just laughed softly and reached his other hand to Brock’s posing briefs. Diego hooked the waistband with one finger and pulled it towards him. He dropped the necklace into Brock’s pouch and let the waist band snap back into place. Diego than cupped Brock’s fully erect package and rubbed it gently. “Keep my necklace safe near your own family jewels, Brock. I’ll be back to retrieve it later”. Diego heard them announce his name and he swaggered on stage to thunderous cheers. Brock’s pelvis started to spasm and a large wet spot formed on the front of his suit.

Diego’s perfect skin glowed when the bright lights hit his muscle-bound body. Each pose caused the crowd to cheer louder. The noise became deafening. Diego was overcome with the admiration emanating from the crowd. It took all his focused concentration not to get aroused. Through the blinding lights and non-stop flash bulbs, he found Tad and Todd. They were standing and cheering with such enthusiasm, it made Diego laugh. By the end of his routine, Diego took his final bow. The frenzied crowd rushed the stage to be closer to the muscular god. The judges table was knocked over by the stampede. The security team was too busy staring at Diego and was caught off guard by the charging horde. A guard came on stage and politely asked Diego to leave in an attempt to avoid a riot. The guard knew he couldn’t make Diego do anything he didn’t want to do. Once Diego was out of their view, the crowd settled down. It took almost a half hour for everything to be put back into place. The show’s announcer came out and informed the crowd if they were unable to control themselves, the show would be cancelled. Diego and the other super heavyweights were waiting to go on stage for the final pose down. Each trying to keep their muscles pumped. Finally they came on stage and started posing, seeing Diego with the others in his division made it more obvious he was the superior man. J.J. made a last attempt to beat Diego. He stood beside him and duplicated his every pose. But J.J. was struggling. He didn’t understand why his muscles looked so flat. He tried flexing harder to achieve the definition and size he saw earlier in the day. The non-stop rigorous flexing caused sweat to pour out of his body. The exertion and loss of fluids were causing his muscles to cramp. The pain became almost unbearable, J.J.’s face showed his anguish. Diego continued his routine ignoring everyone else on stage. He never looked or felt better. A bright, confident smile beamed from his handsome face. The posing was done and the contestants lined-up across the stage. Diego stood in the middle. He looked at the judges and saw their eyes scanning the men. All were not looking at their faces, but at their crotches. Diego took the opportunity to perform his favorite move. He nonchalantly pulled on the leg straps of his suit, causing his huge package to bounce. Todd and Tad screamed their approval. They saw Diego do the same move last night during their private posing session. Diego winked at the twins.

The winners were announced. Diego had done it. He was the super heavyweight champion. The others left the stage, while Diego waited for the other divisional winners to join him. The lighter weight champions looked ridiculous next to Diego’s gigantic proportions. As the final pose down began, all the other contestants stayed away from Diego not wanting to be compared to him. They knew they were fighting for second place tonight. Whenever Diego went toward the other men, they moved to the other side of the stage. Diego just shrugged his mammoth shoulders and smiled. The audience laughed along with Diego’s frustration. He continued his routine. All eyes were focused on Diego. At the end of the pose down Diego was feeling great, energized by his screaming fans. When Diego was named the overall winner, he was overwhelmed with relief having finally achieved his professional ranking. He could now start the rest of his life, thankful the nightmare of the last couple of days was over.

The large four foot trophy was brought on stage by two struggling female fitness winners. They kissed and felt up Diego’s sweaty body. Diego effortlessly picked up the trophy with on hand and raised it high over his head in victory. The women almost came at the display of his manly power. Light from hundreds of flash bulbs filled the exhibition hall. Diego spent the next hour signing autographs, posing for pictures, answering questions from reporters and meeting with the contest’s sponsors. He was offered numerous endorsement deals, magazine covers, and guest posing gigs. Everyone knew he had everything a bodybuilder needed to reach superstar status. With his looks and physique he could easily become more famous than Arnold.

Diego made his way backstage after doing all the necessary networking still just wearing his tiny posers. Most contestants had left and the area was almost deserted. As he made his way to his duffle bag, Brock was waiting for him also in his posers.

“Congratulations on getting your pro card” Brock said.

“Thanks. I can’t believe I’ve finally done it” Diego said smiling.

“You definitely deserve it. You are the most incredible man I’ve ever seen” Brock said running his hand down Diego’s massive right arm. “I’ve just moved to Miami and don’t know too many people here. I don’t even have a job or place to live yet. I would love to help you celebrate your victory tonight if you would allow me”.

“I’m sorry I have plans tonight and I’m leaving for Los Angeles tomorrow” Diego answered looking forward to meeting up with the twins. He saw the disappointed look on Brock’s face. He pulled a business card from a pocket on the outside of his bag. “But I could help you with your job situation. This is the card of my former boss. He’ll be looking to replace me as manager of the condo complex’s health club. You get a good salary, plus you can workout whenever you want and can live in the back office. But I having a feeling you’ll be spending most nights in over people’s beds” Diego smiled, “I’ll call him tomorrow and let him know I recommend you for the job.” 

“Thank you. This is great”, Brock said, “But aren’t you forgetting about something?”

“What?” Diego asked.

“Your necklace” Brock answered.

“I did forget. Thanks for reminding me” Diego said and held out his hand. Brock just smiled and put his hands behind his back and titled his pelvis forward.

Diego smirked and pulled the waistband away from Brock’s tanned skin and slid his other hand into the pouch. Diego slowly massaged Brock’s large balls and stroked his long cock with his thumb pretending to search for the necklace. Brock closed his eyes and his mouth opened slightly as his head went backwards. Diego felt the piece of jewelry lying at the bottom of the pouch and pulled it out letting go of Brock’s briefs. “You do have every advantage that a bodybuilder needs. I look forward to competing with you as a super heavyweight in a couple of years.” Diego said as he put the necklace on, again struggling with the tiny clasp in his big hands. Brock took the opportunity and caressed Diego’s wide lats. He savored the heat and smell coming off of his sensual body. He then ran his hands down Diego’s wide back and grabbed his firm ass pulling his crotch into his own. Brock’s semi-hard cock was rubbing up against Diego’s soft by larger unit. As Diego lowered his arms, Brock sucked Diego’s left nipple. He then licked his firm breast, continued up his neck until he reached Diego’s warm lips. They kissed deeply. Brock continued to massage the bigger man’s ass and grind his expanding cock into Diego. Diego put his hands on Brock’s shoulders and pushed him away. Diego was surprised by how confident Brock had become since their earlier encounter. “You are a very, very attractive man, but I really can’t tonight”.

“I understand. I’m not happy, but I understand. I just couldn’t let this opportunity pass by without me trying my best to seduce you; especially since you’re moving away. I guess I’ll have to accept a rain check. And that’s one check I’ll definitely plan on cashing”, Brock said as he walked away. “Until we meet again, Diego”

Diego watched Brock leave, rubbing his lips with his fingers. “Damn, he was a good kisser”, Diego thought. He then moved his hand to his crotch to adjust his semi-hard cock. Suddenly Diego felt his strength drain from his body. He fell to one knee, the weight of his muscles too much for his weakened legs to support. He held himself up by holding on to a chair, his breathing became labored. He felt like he had been hit by a wrecking ball; struggling to keep himself conscience. He realized he had felt this way only once before, he searched his bag trying to find the wooden box of necklaces.

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Harold had spent the entire day trying to get into the convention center. The event was sold out and security was very tight. He was walking around the huge building trying to find an entry point for the third time, when he came upon a group of four or five contestants smoking cigarettes. Most looked like young welterweights or novice bodybuilders. They were all in posing briefs; they’re skin sprayed tan and shiny with oil. Harold got an idea. He took off all his clothes except the black bikini underwear he bought yesterday. He tied his shorts and t-shirt into a tight ball and fashioned a handle. He carried his clothes and walked-up to the competitors. His tall, lanky body was lean and muscular. He looked like he was among his peers.

“Can I borrow a cigarette?” he asked the group. He faked smoking, never really inhaling as he joined in the conversation. Harold followed the other men into the backstage area, the security card not questioning the obviously contest worthy men. Harold found a hidden corner and scanned the area looking for Diego. He spotted him talking to another competitor. Harold got excited when he saw the black man give Diego one of the necklaces. Diego did have them. Harold watched Diego put the necklace in the wooden box and hide it in his duffle bag. Diego got up and started to work his muscles. Harold jaw dropped when he saw Diego rip off his tattered t-shirt. Ryan was right, Diego had gotten everything back. In fact he looked bigger and sexier than before.Harold felt a combination of envy, lust and desperation over take his thoughts. He had to be as big, strong and sexy as Diego. He saw Diego was wearing a necklace. This would be easier than he thought.

Harold watched Diego move to the stage entrance. It appeared Diego was deep into a conversation with someone, but Diego had his wide back towards Harold blocking his view of the other man. Harold’s heart sank as he saw Diego remove the necklace. As Diego went on stage, Harold could finally see the other man. He was almost as perfect as Diego, only less muscular and blond. He watched the blond hunk shoot his load into his revealing briefs. No one else seemed to think it was odd that this man was having an orgasm in a crowded place. Harold thought bodybuilders must be used to seeing this kind of thing. He had seen the way people reacted to his smaller body; he could only imagine the impact of being Diego’s size.

Harold went to where Diego left his bag. He took the wooden box and returned to his corner. Inside were three necklaces, he put all three necklaces around his neck. He waited for Diego to return. After what seemed like an eternity, Diego finally reappeared. The blond hunk was waiting for him. They talked and started to kiss. Harold felt his cock rising again watching the two fantasy hunks make out. When the blond left, Harold saw Diego had put the necklace back on. He knew this was his chance. He grabbed all three crystals, looked at Diego and said “strength”.Harold felt his body tighten, his muscle harden with power. He never felt so strong and confident. He strolled over to Diego, who was kneeling on the floor searching his duffle bag. “Looking for this, Diego” Harold said holding up the wooden box.

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A look of terror came over Diego’s face when he saw Harold looming over him wearing the other three necklaces. Diego tried to grasp his necklace to wish his strength back. But his arm felt so heavy and powerless. His huge muscles were nothing but dead weight now. Harold threw the wooden box and his clothes into Diego’s open bag. He gathered the bag’s handles in one hand and lifted it to his side. Harold then grabbed Diego’s thick upper arm and pulled him up onto his feet; easily lifting Diego’s limp 300 pound body. “We need to go somewhere private so I can really enjoy our time together” Harold whispered in Diego’s ear as he led Diego to a backstage office. Diego tried to walk to prevent his bare feet from being dragged on the concrete floor. Two other contestants approached him on the way out the back door.

“Please help me. This man is hurting me” Diego pleaded as the men got nearer.

“Yeah right, Diego, like a guy his size could ever hurt you”, one man said with a laugh in his voice. Harold just laughed along with the strangers.

“You two have fun hurting each other”, the other man replied as they passed Diego and Harold. 

Harold dropped the bag to open the office’s door. He threw Diego into the room, picked up the bag, entered the room and locked the door behind him. Diego was lying on the floor, flat on his back in the very small space. He again tried to grasp his necklace. Harold set the bag down on the counter that ran along one entire wall of the room. He noticed Diego’s arm reaching for the crystal. Harold bent down and slapped Diego across his face. Diego’s head was twisted by the force of Harold’s blow; the back of his head hitting the floor hard. “You better be a good boy or I destroy that beautiful face of yours” Harold warned while grinding his sandaled foot into Diego’s chest. Harold noticed the back of his hand was bleeding slightly. He must have cut it on Diego’s teeth when he slapped him. Diego was disoriented by the blow to his head and the pressure on his chest, he couldn’t breathe or move. “What should I do to you first?” Harold said while moving his foot to the other side of Diego. Harold’s legs straddled the larger but defenseless man. He reached down and put a hand under each of Diego’s thick arms. He effortless lifted him into the air. Tossing his body up and catching him again, like a parent does to entertain a small child. “You’re so light for such a big boy”. Harold then moved forward and pushed Diego’s hulking frame up against the wall. The back of Diego’s head hit the wall, this second blow almost making Diego lose consciousness. Harold moved one hand to the center of Diego’s chest holding him in place. “I like the improvements you made, Diego. You look even sexier than you did before this all happened. You look a little taller and even more muscular.” He grabbed Diego’s face in his other hand. “Those pretty green eyes make you look like a whop instead of a spic”. Harold let go of Diego’s face and ran his hand down one of his arms. He squeezed the massive bicep crushing the softened muscle. “Without their strength, your muscles feel like mounds of fat. But they still look good”, Harold commented as he moved his hand down Diego’s chest and stomach, finally stopping to cup his package. “Speaking of improvements, what do we have here?” He grabbed onto Diego’s posers and ripped them off his body; the nylon material cutting into Diego’s hips. Harold started to pull on Diego’s long rod, massaging it between his fingers. Diego still groggy, moaned as his cock started to stiffen. Harold slapped the thick meat back and forth with his hand until it was rock hard and fully erect. “My god, how big is that thing?” Harold reached for a piece of regular 8.5”x11” paper that was hanging on a bulletin board behind Diego. He held the length of the paper along side Diego’s cock; the thick head slightly surpassing the length of the paper. “It’s about eleven and a half inches”, Harold’s own cock started to get hard at the realization of what could be his with just a few words.

Diego started to come out of his stupor. “You don’t want to do this again, Harold. It’s not right to take something that doesn’t belong to you. You know it’s wrong.”

“Look who’s talking. I’m sure the man you took this from didn’t give it willingly” Harold said still groping Diego’s hard meat.

“I was only trying to get back what you stole from me. It was only fair”, Diego replied trying to justify his actions to himself too.

“Fair, who says life, is fair. Is it fair, that you had 24 years of physical perfection, while I had a lifetime of being ugly and weak? It seems fairer to me to share. You had your time in the sun and now it’s my turn. I’m going to be the perfect one now”, Harold looked at Diego’s handsome face. Diego could see there was no denying the desperation and lust in Harold’s eyes. Haroldgrabbed hold of Diego’s arm and threw him at the counter. Bent at the waist facing the counter, Diego’s nude backside faced Harold. Harold stepped out of his own black briefs and forced Diego’s legs farther apart. He pushed Diego’s face down toward the wall, exposing his ass in all its glory. Harold plunged his hard cock into Diego, “I’ve fantasized about doing this so many times”. Diego hardly felt anything. Most of the length of Harold’s five inch rod was taken up by Diego’s large round cheeks before it reached Diego’s hole. Harold quickly reached climax and took a step backwards. He flipped Diego over still admiring this massive size, “I enjoyed that almost as much as when I knocked the shit out of you in the gym. But now I don’t have to share your strength with anyone else. I have you all to myself.” Harold put his hands on his hips and stood very tall, “I want you to hit me”.

“What?” Diego asked.

“I said hit me. I want you to hit me as hard as you can. And if you don’t I crush those huge balls of yours with my bare hands” Harold said latching his small hand around Diego’s large left testicle. He squeezed making Diego wince in pain before letting go and returning his hand to his hip. Diego forced himself up resting his ass against the counter behind him. He pulled his right arm back and threw a punch with everything he had at Harold’s jaw. Diego’s fist just slid off of Harold’s chin making no impact. Harold smiled. “Harder you pussy” Harold yelled. Diego decided to aim lower and threw a punch with his other fist into his tormentor’s stomach. The punch just bounced off. “Harder, harder, harder” Harold continued to yell as Diego threw punch after punch into Harold, none even denting his skin. Harold looked at this massively muscular man pelting him with multiple blows and he didn’t feel a thing. Harold felt so powerful and dominate his cock began to expand again. His fast recovery rate another benefit of his super strength. Diego’s knuckles were sore and cut from their contact with the defined ridges of Harold’s steel hard abdominal muscles. Diego was near exhaustion and his entire body fell forward into Harold. Harold took one hand and effortlessly pushed him back into the counter. “You are pathetic. That’s not how to throw a punch, this is how a real man hits” Harold punched Diego square into his gut using only about a third of his total power. Diego body jackknifed forward as Harold stepped out of the way. Diego collapsed onto the floor in severe pain. “This is way too easy. It’s time to do what I really came here for anyway”. Harold looked at Diego riving in pain and thought for a moment. He then grabbed his necklace seeing the same cut on his hand again. “I exchange with you our physical appearance, I take from you your voice, and I give you my injuries.” 

Harold watched his wound heal as his hand expanded; his skin darkened and became covered with thick veins. His gaze traveled up his arm watching the same thing happening to his forearm. His body’s escalating level of masculine power almost too much for him to bear. He did a double bicep pose and threw his head back, growling like an animal. He lowered his arms and grabbed onto his steel hard cock, the huge size easily accommodating both of his manly hands. He twisted his hands in opposite directions testing his rod’s power. Harold couldn’t believe what he held now belonged to him. He shot his load with such force it took him by surprise; the huge volume of semen coating the wall in front of him. “My god, is it always that intense when you cum. It felt so fucking great; no wonder you were always so horny”. Harold grabbed his throat, shocked by the deep baritone voice that came out of his mouth. Harold finally looked were Diego was lying. But he no longer saw Diego, he saw himself. He reached down and picked Diego up again like a rag doll. Harold felt his muscles flex as he moved. He started to pump his arms using Diego as the weight; the blood rushing to his cock as well as his muscles. He pushed Diego against the wall, holding him in place with one arm as before. He used his free hand to explore his massively muscular physique. His hand went from his bulging arm to his thick pecs, down his chiseled waist, over his powerful thighs, and then to his hard, round ass. His body felt like a marble masterpiece; perfect in form and function. Harold shot another smaller load onto Diego’s torso. He continued to hold Diego up in front of him, his face only a few inches from his own. Diego could feel Harold’s hot breath on his face as he tried to recover from two incredible orgasms in under three minutes. Harold opened his eyes and focused on the man in front of him. Harold laughed at loud. It was like looking in a mirror. “I sure was one plain looking dude”, Harold said as he threw Diego back onto the counter. Diego still shaken from Harold’s abuse realized what was happening and started to panic. Now thatHarold had his huge cock and incredible strength, if he got raped, it would cause severe damage to his body. He felt Harold’s manhood press up against his ass. But he didn’t enter him; Harold just removed the necklace from Diego. “I’ll take this now, you won’t be using it ever again”, Harold said. Diego turned around after he no longer felt Harold’s body. Harold was looking into a small mirror above a utility sink in the opposite corner of the room. He had put on the necklace; he now had all four around his neck. He was staring at his new face, Diego’s face. Harold ran his hands through his long, thick, curly black hair. He traced the contours of his cheekbones, full lips and knife-edged jaw line with his forefinger. Harold smiled and his prefect, bright-white teeth lit up his face. His pale green eyes sparkling back to him. He was so beautiful, so flawlessly handsome. Harold balls started to spasm again. His body wanted to orgasm, but couldn’t, the well was dry. Harold’s balls ached as they pumped in vain. He leaned up against the wall while gently massaging his sack with one hand and is steel pipe cock in the other, trying to calm his overworked equipment. He turned and looked at Diego again. “I don’t know how you didn’t walk around with a hard-on 24 hours a day. It feels so good. I mean with this body it’s difficult not to feel invincible and all powerful, like a fucking god. No wonder you were one arrogant son-of-a-bitch. I now understand why you treated other people the way you did, you were superior to them.”

Diego stared at Harold, seeing his former body as if for the first time. It was like watching a 3-D movie of himself. He was magnificent, so masculine and powerful. Diego couldn’t letHarold take everything away without a least trying to talk him out of it. Diego knew he didn’t have a chance, but had to try. “Are you sure you want to do this Harold? Think about everything you’re giving up by becoming me; your beautiful wife, your high-paying job, your two best friends.” Diego said sickened by his higher pitched, squeaky voice.

“If you think my life is so great, you’re welcome to it. Plus you don’t have much choice now do you, loser.” Harold walked over to Diego’s bag and threw his old clothes at Diego. “These will fit your scrawny body”. Harold pulled at a pair of spandex shorts over his massive thighs and ass. Grinning as he arranged his package the best in could in the clingy material. He found a string tank top and pulled it over his head. He slid on Diego’s old size 14 sandals and headed towards the door. “I hope you enjoy your new life. I know I will”, Harold grabbed his cock and laughed as he exited.

Harold entered the dark backstage area. Only a few custodial people kept the place from being totally deserted. He walked over to the warm-up area. He decided to test his new strength. He saw a bar with 250 pounds of weight sitting on a bench rack. We grabbed it with both hands and lifted it. The bar went high into the air with his effort. Once he got it under control he curled it easily with both arms. Harold then moved his right hand to the center of the bar, and curled it with just one arm. Harold felt a twinge in his cock at the realization of how powerful he really was.

Just then an athletic looking older man with two scantily clad women approached Harold. “Diego, there you are. I’ve been looking for you. Are you sure you won’t be able to join us for the party? It’s at my hotel room. I have the presidential suite at the Ritz. Most of the other top competitors and the industry’s big wigs are going to be there”, the obviously well off man said as he gestured to one of the girls to go to Harold. The girl caressed Harold’s pumped up bicep. 

“Diego, you’re so big and strong” she whispered seductively.

“It looks like the girls want you to come” the man laughed.

“I hate to disappoint such a beautiful woman”, Harold said moving his large hand to the girl’s ass. The woman smiled at Harold.

“Great, my limo is waiting for us outside” the man commented as the foursome headed for the door.

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Diego was getting used to his new body. He was still extremely weak for a man of his size, but his smaller muscles and lighter weight made it easier for him to move. He pulled himself up and looked in the same small mirror Harold used to admire his change. Diego knew what to expect, but was still shocked by his reflection. He was Harold and he was bleeding from the corner of his mouth. He washed the blood from his face and Harold’s drying semen from his bruised body. He put Harold’s old clothes on, a pair of cargo shorts and a sleeveless t-shirt. He foundHarold’s wallet and car keys in the pockets of his shorts. He put everything back into his gym bag, including the empty wooden necklace box. He grabbed the bag and slid it off the counter. It fell to the floor pulling Diego down with it. The bag that was light as a feather to him earlier, now felt like a ton of bricks. He grabbed it with both hands and leaned backwards to lift the bag. He left the convention center after fighting to open the large metal fire doors. He struggled to the dark parking lot figuring the only remaining car had to be Harold’s. Resting against the car after the long walk, he reached for the keys. Suddenly a short man holding a knife came toward him. Diego suddenly realized he was in a high crime area of the city. When he had his old body that was something he never had to think about. 

“Give me the keys” the forced voice of the criminal said. Diego looked at what he thought was a man, but saw a boy, who couldn’t be no more than 16 years of age. His hand was shaking, obviously a little intimidated by Diego’s height and athletic physique. “Give me the keys now man, or I’ll cut you” the boy said waving the knife in front of Diego. The boy nerves got the best of him and he accidentally dropped the knife at their feet. The boy was shocked by his mistake and Diego’s instincts took over, getting hold of the knife first. The boy grabbed Diego’s wrist in a desperate attempt to get the knife back. The boy was surprised when he was able to easily overpower the taller, more muscular man. He simply bent Diego’s arm backwards forcing the knife to drop again. Diego threw a punch at the boy who easily blocked it. Diego threw another punch and the boy caught the punch in his smaller hand stopping its progress. The boy squeezed Diego’s clenched fist. Diego was in such pain from the boy’s grip, he fell to his knees. “You’re weaker than my little sister, dude. This is going to be easy”, the boy said, his confidence growing by the minute. The boy punched Diego in the face almost knocking him out. When Diego groaned, the boy kicked him in his gut, “Shut up, wus”. The boy then went through Diego’s pockets and bag taking all the cash he found. He used the car keys to drive off in Harold’s car. 

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Diego was kneeling on the ground putting all his stuff back into the bag, when another car approached him. Diego was blinded by its bright headlights. When the doors opened he was able to see the police insignia. “What’s going on here, sir?” One cop asked as he walked to where Diego knelt.

“I was mugged” Diego replied.

The cop squatted down to get closer to Diego. “Are you alright? Did you want us to call an ambulance?”

“No, I’m fine. Thank you”, Diego answered.

“Okay. Can I see some identification?” Diego gave the policeman Harold’s wallet. “Why don’t we take you to the precinct so we can get your statement?” 

“No. That won’t be necessary. I just want to forget about this whole night”, Diego said putting the last item in his bag and struggling to his feet.

The cop stood up too. He noticed how tall Diego was and the size of his arms. “They must have been big guys to take you on. Did they get your car too, Mr.Bergman?”

“Yes. I’ll file a report tomorrow morning for the car being stolen. Tonight I just want to go home”, Diego said before thinking about what he was saying.

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Katrina answered the door surprised to see her husband and two police officers. “My god Harold, are you okay? What happened?” she asked with great concern.

“I was mugged” Diego said surprised by Katrina’s reaction. She really did seem to care about her husband. Diego stumbled to the couch to sit while Katrina talked to the policemen. She took the gym bag from them and put it down right inside the door. She thanked them for their help and locked the door shut.

“Are you sure you are okay, sweetie? Maybe we should go to the hospital, you’re still bleeding.” Katrina asked while touching Diego’s swollen lip.

“No, I just need a shower and some sleep” Diego replied.

Katrina ran her hands over her husband’s muscular arm. “Sleep, but I was hoping to put your new muscles to some use again tonight. You’re still my big, strong, daddy”

“Not tonight, darling. Unlike you, I don’t enjoy being battered and bruised. Maybe I’ll feel better in the morning.” Diego struggled to his feet and went to the bathroom. He was familiar with the layout of the home having spent many days fucking Katrina when Harold was at work. He got undressed and stood in the shower letting the hot water soothe is aches and pains. He dried himself off and fell into bed. Katrina was waiting for him and hugged him. Diego lay there in some pain, not wanting to let Katrina know her own muscular body was stronger than her husband’s once again. 

He waited for her to fall asleep, thinking about what he would do next. He thought maybe he would still go to L.A. or some other city to start his new life, not as Diego but Harold. Sure he wasn’t handsome and had only an average dick, but he was still tall and had a good body. He figured if he worked out he probably could become stronger. He needed to do something with his life and maybe being ordinary would make him focus more on his inner self. Build his character instead of his muscles. He wouldn’t be able to rely on his appearance to get by in life anymore. This could actually be a blessing in disguise. He spent three days in hell and he couldn’t afford to waste any more time. He decided he definitely would leave Miami tomorrow.

After Katrina fell asleep, Diego used all his strength to push her off him. Once free of her crushing weight, Diego fell asleep quickly, his mind and body exhausted from the day’s events.

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Harold woke up the next morning in the center of a king size bed. On each side of him was one of the beautiful girls he met backstage the night before. At the foot of the bed was the host of the party. Harold thought it was funny the man paying for the room was relegated to the uncomfortable foot of bed. Harold learned during the night he was RichardBlakeman, founder and president of one of the world’s largest sport supplement companies. He was a former bodybuilder himself and in pretty good shape for an old guy. Harold sat up in bed and effortlessly picked up the 120 pound girl on his left and set her down on his right. He slid out of the bed to his left and walked to the bathroom. As he walked he had to step over all the other nude party goers passed out on the floor. Harold straddled the toilet. He started to piss while running his hands over his hard muscular body enjoying the feeling. The sheer size and weight of his cock held it down in place so his hands were free to explore his physical perfection. Harold still couldn’t believe he was so strong and masculine. The powerful stream of urine continued for minutes, his bladder emptying the remnants of the multiple bottles of expensive champagne he eagerly consumed during the party. Harold’s massive bodyweight allowed him to drink more than any other man without getting drunk, he got a buzz but stayed in total control. Harold spent the night dominating the other men in the room; his super strength allowing him to effortlessly defeat all the other muscle hunks in arm wrestling or punching contests. Sometimes he only had to shake their hands; his vice-like grip bringing them to their knees in pain. No man questioned his superiority once subjected to his awesome strength. He demonstrated his power to the women by allowing them to hang from his flexed arms. Harold would do a double bicep pose and two women would wrap their arms around each of his bulging biceps; his potent arms easily supporting the weight of the four women. The displays of dominance turned Harold on as much as the onlookers. He spent the entire night in various stages of arousal. Luckily, there was always a volunteer to help Harold relief the pressure that built up his balls. Every man and women at the party had experienced Harold’s mighty meat in one body cavity or the other before the night was over.

Harold’s bladder had finally emptied. The woman he moved in bed entered the bathroom and joined him in exploring his body. Harold turned to face her. He bent down and hugged her in his beefy arms. He lifted her to his level and they kissed, their tongues playing against each other. He carried her into the large walk-shower and turned on the faucet; the dual shower heads covered their entwined bodies with warm water. She had the honor of enjoying Harold’s first hard-on of the day. His potent cock refreshed and reenergized by a night’s sleep. He slowly penetrated the eager women. The leisurely rhythm of his giant organ caused unbelievable pleasure inside the girl for more than twenty minutes. Her passionate screams awoke the other party goers. Harold carried the women out of the bathroom and placed her on the bed. He had wrapped her in a towel since she was soaking wet, everywhere.

“Is she alright?” the other girl asked.

“Yeah, can’t you tell by the smile on her face? She just fainted. I guess her body couldn’t handle so many orgasms this early in the morning.” Harold said then moved his hand to his still hard cock, “And I haven’t even had one yet.”

The girl looked at Harold’s magnificent body, still dripping with water, lustfully and reached for his huge meat, “I can help you with that.”

Harold threw her over his shoulder and carried her back to the waiting shower. By the time they finished pleasuring each other and finally showered, all the other guests had left. Harold entered the room naked, his body still causing awe in Richard and the other girl who had finally recovered from her session with Harold. Harold walked by them ignoring their stares as he headed to the balcony. He took a deep breath, his massive chest growing to enormous proportions, enjoying the sea air. “I think I head down to the beach to catch some sun. Richard, do you have a suit I can borrow?”

“I don’t think any of my trunks will fit you. But you may be able to squeeze into one of my bikinis,” Richard said staring at Harold’s impressive equipment. Richard went to the bureau and opened the top drawer. He stepped aside to allow the following Harold to see the selection. Harold went through and selected the only g-string bikini. He stepped into it and brought the suit to his waist. Richard watched the back string disappear between Harold’s massive ass checks. Harold turned and started to adjust his package. The girls approached him and playfully slapped his hands away.

“Allow us,” the girls started to cup his balls and pull at his thick cock attempting to make things smoother in the thin material. They pulled at the pouch stretching it to cover all of him. Harold allowed them to play with his manhood; they seemed to be really enjoying themselves. After all the practice last night, he was better able to control his erections. Richard watched, actually grateful for his older age. Unlike Harold it took him a long time to recover from his orgasms, and after last night, he knew he wouldn’t be able to get hard for days.

“Diego, I don’t think you’re allowed to wear g-strings on a public beach. They have ordinances against it” Richard said.

“Those rules apply to ordinary people. If anyone should be seen in a bikini like this is a man like me. Don’t you agree ladies?” Harold said flexing every muscle in his body while placing his hands on his narrow hips. The women showed there approval by running their hands over his hardened body and licking their lips. “Now who wants to join me at the beach?”

Diego was woken by the sound of the running water. He sat up in bed disoriented by his environment. When he saw his reflection in the mirror on the opposite wall, he remembered where he was. Katrina wasn’t alongside him; she must be taking a shower. Diego walked to the kitchen drawn by the smell of coffee. He poured himself a cup, the weight of the pot causing his hand to shake. He brought the cup to his mouth savoring the taste. He heard a knock at the door. He opened the door and was startled to see Bill and Ryan there.

“Good morning Harold. You want to join us for a workout?” Bill asked.

“My God, what happened to you?” Ryan asked noticing the wounds on Diego’s face.

Diego hesitated for a moment, shocked to be face to face with the men that took everything away from him. “Oh yeah,” he said touching his swollen lip, “Good morning to you. I was a….a mugged last night.”

The two men forced their way in making Diego step back into the room. “I’m glad to hear it wasn’t Katrina this time,” Bill teased closing the door behind him. He also noticed the gym bag by the door. It looked familiar; he bent down to read the name tag.

“Are you alright? Did you call the police?” Ryan asked with real concern.

“I’m fine and yes the cops know about it” Diego said realizing how good the two men looked now. Each wore a tight tank top and baggy nylon shorts; the current standard outfit real jocks wear to show off their hard earned bodies. Their lean muscles were quite obvious, along with the significant bulge between Ryan’s legs. But Diego knew they didn’t earn their physiques.

“Why do you have Diego’s gym bag?” Bill asked.

“What? Was it Diego that did this to you? That asshole. I should have never told you I saw him downstairs. And after the way you left Bill’s home so abruptly yesterday, I knew you were up to something,” Ryan commented.

“No, Diego didn’t do this to me. I told you I was mugged,” Diego answered becoming defensive for a moment, “But I did run into Diego last night. I wanted to know if what you said was true.”

“So, did he have his old body back?” Bill asked.

“Yes, he looked more perfect than ever. He makes you two jocks look like chopped liver” Diego said enjoying his deceit.

“Did you see if he had the necklaces?” Ryan questioned.

“And how about the wooden box?” Bill inquired.

“Yes, he had the necklaces. The box is in the bag” Diego answered while moving to sit down on the couch; his weakened legs getting tired from standing for so long. Bill knelt down to the bag again and unzipped it. He frantically searched the bag until he found the box and opened it.

“Where are the necklaces?” Bill pleaded.

“The last time I saw Diego; he was wearing all four of them” Diego answered casually.

“Oh no” Bill said under his breath.

Diego noticed the fearful look on Bill’s face. “Is that a problem?” he asked.

“No, not really. The odds are nothing will happen.” Bill said without thinking, still staring at the empty box.

“What do you mean, Bill? If there is something we should know, you better tell us. This whole thing may have been your idea, but we’re all in it together now” Ryan remarked.

“I know. You’re right,” Bill said as he stood up and walked closer to the other two men. “Everything we have done, or more exact the necklaces have done, can be reversed if one of the original four people who used them wears all four necklaces and says the word, uhm….return.”

“What?” Diego asked almost choking on his coffee.

“I can’t lose what I took from Diego. I can’t go back to the way I was before” Ryan said has he grabbed his enhanced package.

“Don’t panic guys. I’ve got the most to lose if that happened. The person would have to say it in Filipino. And I don’t think a muscle-head like Diego is fluent in Filipino. There’s nothing to worry about. But I’ll try to contact my friend in the Philippines to see if there is a way to deactivate the necklaces without us actually having them,” Bill said trying to calm the other two men.

“Yeah, you’re right. That hulking wet-back can hardly speak English, none the less Filipino” Ryan joined in, trying to make himself feel better too.

“Yeah, he’s a real moron all right,” Diego said trying to cover his growing anger.

“See, like I said nothing to worry about. Diego doesn’t know how to reverse the magic. And it’s not like one of us is going to tell him,” Bill said, “You don’t mind if I keep the box? It’s belongs to me anyway.”

“Sure, whatever” Diego answered.

“How did you end up with Diego’s bag?” Bill wondered.

“When he saw me, he dropped it and ran away. Imagine a guy his size scared of me. I guess after our little fight the other day; I put fear of God in him. I took the bag hoping to learn more about the necklaces” Diego said trying to sound tough. Ryan and Bill laughed at Diego’s story.

“I would have loved to see that big coward running away from you” Bill commented.

“So I guess you’re in no condition to workout today. Are you going into work?” Ryan asked.

“No, not today” Diego answered while standing and heading towards the door. “I’ll see you guys later.” Diego opened the door and the other two men exited. “By the way, Bill. What is the Filipino word for return?”

“Magbalik, it really means return things to their former status,” Bill said, “Why do you want to know?”

“Just curious, that’s all” Diego said as he closed the door. Diego walked into the bedroom, his mind was racing with this new information. He removed his robe and looked in the mirror. He was in good shape, but looked so thin and weak compared to his former appearance. His body was covered in cuts and bruises. Last night he had resigned himself to living the rest of his life looking like Harold, but now he may not have to. All he had to do was to get Harold to say a simple word. But he knew he would never be able to force Harold to say it. Harold would never trust anything Diego told him. Diego needed help from someone Harold trusted. At that moment the shower stopped running. Diego turned to look through the open bathroom door to see Katrina emerge from the tub, her beautiful body glistening with moisture from the shower. She bent forward to wrap her long, hair in a towel. As she adjusted the towel, Diego scanned the feminine curves of her athletic body. It was easy to see why Harold loved her and wanted so desperately to please his wife. Diego had found his ally.

Katrina walked out of the bathroom noticing her husband staring at her. He had a strange smirk on his face. She scanned his tall, muscular form and became aroused. She walked over to him and started to run her hands over his hard chest. “Harry, you’re bruises look so sexy, like you are a champion boxer who has just defended his title,” her hand moved down to his battered abdominal muscles and punched them lightly with her fist imitating a boxer. Diego bit his lip in attempt not to show the pain he felt. He walked away rubbing his stomach and sat on the bed. Katrina followed and straddled his legs, her large, pert breasts in his face. Diego did not react. Katrina pulled his face into her deep cleavage. Diego put his hands on her shoulders and tried to free himself from the soft orbs. Katrina grabbed his wrists and forced his hands over his head as they fell back onto the bed. Diego struggled to move his hands; her strength too much for his weakened body to counteract. Katrina laughed, “You’re not even trying. Do you want me to dominate you again, sweetie?”

Diego continued to struggle, his face becoming red with frustration. “No, get off of me,” Diego blurted out, upset with his inability to defend himself against a woman. This had never happened to him before.

Katrina let go and sat to one side of her husband. “Are you still mad at me because of what happened yesterday?” she asked while removing the towel from the top of her head. Diego did not say anything as he sat up and rubbed his wrist. Katrina continued, “We were having so much fun at the beach yesterday until that bodybuilder showed up. You know how I am attracted to muscular men, I didn’t mean to stare at him and ignore you. I could see you were getting jealous, but he was so big and handsome I had to look. I didn’t want to hurt your feelings.” Katrina caressed her husband’s sinewy forearm. Diego didn’t respond, since he wasn’t there, he didn’t know what to say. “I guess I made things worse yesterday morning, when I suggested you ask your company if you could take more of the drug. I just thought if one dose made you this much taller and stronger; another would make you even more of a man.”

“Drug?” Diego asked.

“Yes, the experimental drug your company created for the military. You said that’s why your physical appearance improved so drastically” Katrina answered surprised by her husband’s memory lapse.

“Oh, right, that drug” Diego said understanding Harold’s lie. He had to tell his wife something since the changes were so dramatic.

“When you stormed out of here and didn’t return all day I was worried. Then you show up with the police. I didn’t know what to think. I’m sorry for what I said. I can love you just the way you are, but I will look at muscular men. It’s only natural, sweetie. But it doesn’t mean I don’t love you. Okay, my little Har-Har?” Katrina said running her hand up Diego’s arm to his well-toned bicep and squeezed with all her might. She loved to way the hardness of a real man’s muscle was able to resist her woman’s inferior strength. But this time she was able to dent his bicep, it felt so soft. Diego yelped in pain, surprised by the power in her grip. “What’s wrong with you today? There’s no bruise on your upper arm. Why are your muscles so soft and you are so weak? Are the effects of the drug wearing off? Is that why you are upset? What are we going to do?” Katrina said panicking at the thought of being married to a scrawny man again.

“Calm down, Katrina. I have something to tell you that you may find hard to believe” Diego said looking into her worried blue eyes. “It wasn’t a drug that made me taller and stronger. It was magic. I just told you it was a drug because I thought it was more believable. Bill, Ryan and I used magic to improve our bodies by taking muscle mass and height from Diego.”

“Diego?” Katrina inquired.

“Yes. We knew that our wives were sleeping with him” Diego continued.

“Harold, I’m sorry. It just sort of happened.” Katrina tried to explain her indiscretions.

“It’s okay, I understand. Diego is extremely attractive. Some may even say physically perfect, the ultimate man.” Diego was having a little fun talking about himself. “We knew after you had been with a man like him, we could never satisfy you in bed again. So we decided to get revenge and Bill came up with this plan. But something has changed. Diego has learned how to block the magic and actually grow more muscular and handsome than before. I am becoming weaker and soon my muscles will shrink and I’ll get shorter.” Diego saw the horror in Katrina’s eyes at the thought, so he continued his lie, “I may even be smaller and weaker than I was before this all started if Diego has his way.”

“No, that can’t happen. I need you to have muscles and be stronger than me. Isn’t there anything we can do?” Katrina asked apparently believing the story.

“Yes, but I can’t do it alone. Diego won’t trust me or let me near him. But you may be able to. He won’t be able to resist your beauty. He will want to have you again. While it will kill me for you to be with that bastard again, I know that it will mean years of happiness for us.” Diego said using all his acting skills.

“What can I do?” Katrina inquired.

“Diego is wearing four necklaces to protect himself from the magic. All you have to do is have him hold the crystals on the necklaces in his hand and said the word magbalik. That will allow my spell to take effect. I’ll become stronger with bigger muscles and bigger other things too.” Diego smiled at Katrina.

Katrina looked down at her husband’s average cock then gently rubbed his thigh, “Really. How big will your, uhm, muscles get?”

“As big as Diego’s if you want them to be. Imagine having a professional bodybuilder for a husband. Going to bed and waking up every day with a huge muscular man lying next to you. You’ll have a strong, virile man at your beck and call every moment of the day whose only desire is to please you.” Diego said while moving his hands up Katrina’s thigh and kissing her lips gently.

“Do we know where Diego is? If it was you, I know you would be at the beach showing off. And how am I going to get him to say magbalik. I can hardly say it myself” Katrina asked excited by the thought of her husband having a body like Diego’s.

“The beach sounds like the place to start. And I know you will think of something. You can make any man do whatever you want. You are so beautiful no one could resist you. Will you help me?” Diego talked between gently kissing Katrina’s neck, shoulders and breasts.

“Yes, of course. You are my husband. I’ll do everything I can to make you a powerful, muscular man. If that’s what you want” Katrina whispered.

“Thank you, you are a great wife. Now this may be your last chance to dominate me” Diego said playfully. “Once I have Diego’s muscles, I’ll be one in total control.” Diego hugged his wife while kissing her lips once more. Katrina rolled on top of him and grabbed his hardening cock; she twisted it causing Diego to flinch in pain. She wasn’t playing.

“I better enjoy my advantage while I can then” Katrina smiled as she forced herself up, kneeling with one leg on each side of her husband. She forced his hands off her body and held them in place over his head. She was able to control both wrists with one hand. She took the other hand and rubbed Diego’s nipple, causing it to plump up. She grabbed it and twirled it between her fingers. Diego yelled out, she slapped his face to reprimand him for the outburst. Diego had never seen this side of Katrina before. He knew she liked a little pain with her sex, but he was the one who always inflicted it on her. She then pounded his bruised stomach muscles with the side of her fist causing him to gasp for air. She slapped him again. Diego didn’t like this reversal of power, he tried to free his hands, but was unable to break Katrina’s grip. Katrina was really enjoying dominating this man who was several inches taller and outweighed her by 30 pounds. She never was able to do this before. She watched as his larger muscles flexed trying to overpower her, but failed. It made her feel incredibly strong, like an Amazon warrior. She continued to slap Diego across the face; she only stopped when she saw blood coming from the reopened wound on his lip. She bent down and kissed his lip roughly, licking up the blood. She let go of his hands and reached for his softening cock. She stroked it roughly, only stopping to squeeze his ball sack. Diego’s cock started to respond, against his wishes. When she had made him totally hard, she quickly mounted him. She rotated her hips, trying to get as much satisfaction as his 5 inch rod could provide. She squeezed her thighs together, crushing Diego’s waist and hips. He was having a difficult time breathing. He tried to stop her, but she just punched his sore stomach again. Diego knew this situation had nothing to do with him, she was just using him to get off. His pleasure didn’t concern her. She grabbed his hands and put them on her breast. She closed her eyes to fully enjoy the feeling of his large, manly hands on her sensitive tits. Diego tried to inflict pain on her by applying as much pressure as his weakened body could exact on her breasts. But Katrina only found pleasure from his grip. She squeezed her milk makers harder applying the pressure he was unable to do himself, treating Diego’s masculine hands like gloves. Diego’s plan backfired as his hands were being painfully compressed by Katrina’s grip. She let go of his hands and slammed her fists into Diego’s stomach once more causing his pelvis to thrust upward. Diego’s cock rammed deep inside her. She reached climax, cuming more than once. She rolled off Diego and laid next to him forcing her arms around his body to cuddle. Diego cock started to soften slowly, never having reached orgasm. His body did feel like it had been through a championship bout. He was exhausted, bleeding and in pain; his eyes filled with tears. He felt totally emasculated, worse than when he was with the bear. He hoped he never had to go through this again. He turned to look at Katrina. Her eyes were closed and she had a smile on her face. At least he had convinced her to help him. She may be his only hope of getting his rightful body back.

[Bel0w6rade]

Oooh. An unexpected continuation!