m/m A General Increase (Parts 1-6)

[boardman]

2 hours ago, londonboy said:

Part Three

What in the hell was happening to him, thought the General.  He was acting and talking as if he were a different man or a different version of himself.  He sounded like some kind of aggressive wrestler on television.  It registered on some level that he actually liked this new him – he felt good when he said something so out of character – but he also knew something was definitely wrong with his thoughts and words.  Every time he forced himself to focus on something different or contemplated new thoughts, it never took very long for his mind to drift back to Ron’s bubbly, tight, masculine ass.  Art wanted to bury his face in the deep crack and make his tongue an invasive battering ram, he wanted to put the young man over his knee and spank that hot butt until it was bright red and tender, he wanted to plow the hell out of . . . whoa, whoa, whoa – this was all out of line.  He mentally snapped his body to attention and forced himself to find a locker, grab his towel and water bottle, and then turn back to his workout partner a few feet away.  And there is was, again, – the big hard thing he had been struggling so much to avoid – raised toward him like a great whale breaking through the surface of the ocean.  Ron was bent over tying his shoe and this made his perky huge ass the only thing the General could notice.

 

“Sweet mother of…” the General gasped and almost stumbled forward to attack.

 

“What was that, sir?” Ron said, standing up and turning around.

 

“I was . . . I was . . . just saying . . . um . . . that I’m, I’m not feeling so well, Ron,” the older man started, but then the sound of material ripping interrupted his comment.

 

“General, your shirt is tearing!” Ron exclaimed – and he immediately noticed he had revealed too much excitement in his voice. 

 

“What the fuck,” Art said as he looked down to notice what was happening.

 

First, it was the sleeves of his t-shirt – they just simply split, right over his biceps.  Packed muscles basically became too big to be contained.  The tears started slowly, but loudly, and then the material just ripped all the way up to the main part of the shirt.  White, hard muscle was revealed in the same way some astounding opera set was unveiled when the curtain parted.  The General’s arms simply became too big for his puny shirt.  Ron was beyond excited.  He knew exactly what was happening. 

 

“Damn, no wonder everything felt so tight.  This shirt has just gotten too flimsy because of way too many washings.  Look at that, it basically just disintegrated.  It was one of my favorites, too.  It’s too torn to salvage any of it.  Did you bring an extra shirt, Ron?”

 

“Um . . . yes sir.  I did, sir,” the stunned assistant said, turning to reach back down into his bag and revealing his perky butt, again, to the unsuspecting General.

 

“Fucking A, you gotta warm me before you do that, kid,” the General exclaimed as soon as he beheld the deeply creviced bubble butt – outlined perfectly in the cotton shorts.

 

“What was that, sir,” Ron said, turning around – not sure if he had heard correctly – and handing his boss a gray tank top.

 

The elder man didn’t have a chance to answer.  He barely had time to switch shirts.  All of the sudden, there were two loud pops in the room – one following the other closely.  Both men followed the sound, which was coming from below.  When the tire of a car blows out it made the same sound, but this was more magnificent that something gone wrong with a vehicle.  Ron looked down, amazed, as he saw that the General’s toes had basically burst through the tips of his sneakers.  The rubber tips had been blown-out wide and you could see all of his magnificent ten toes – looking ridiculously thick and long.  Realizing that the growth of the man’s feet had ripped through rubber as if it had been nothing more than tissue made the young man’s hands immediately travel up to his own pecs and he, absent-mindedly, started tweaking his own hard nubs – as he always did when he was turned on.  Ron stared at the General’s feet – now, much larger than they had been – as the toes wiggled freely, thankfully, after being released from their tight confinement.   Nipples were pulled harder in response and this was not missed by the older man, whose gaze had returned to his young assistant.

 

“Yeah boy, that’s it, tug on those thick plugs.  You do that a lot, son.  It must give you a lot of pleasure.  Make those big things hard.”

 

“What sir?” Ron said, looking up at the General as he spoke.

 

“You love yanking on your man-nips, Ron.  I’ve seen you do it a lot.  You must like the way it makes you feel,” the General answered, without really thinking about what he was saying – he just stared at the work Ron’s fingers were doing at his chest.

 

“I’m sorry, sir,” Ron said, dropping his hands immediately – which snapped the General out of his temporary lustful trance.

 

“Oh hell, son, what was I thinking . . . saying that out loud.  No, that’s not what I meant.  I meant to say I wasn’t thinking about you in that way.  I mean, I never think about you . . . Damn, son, let’s just get out there and lift, shall we?  I feel like I could lift a ton of weight, today.”

 

“But, General, your shoes,” Ron said, taking the opportunity to look at the lightly fur-covered now larger toes.

 

“These old things?  I knew they’d give out at some point . . . although, I thought it would be the soles.  I’ll just treat them like flip flops.  It will be fine.  Ready to be dominated by this old man . . . um, I mean that . . . uh . . . in respect to weights.  Ready for me to show you up with the weights.  What is happening to me?” the General said, mainly to himself, as he walked out of the locker room. 

 

Ron stood there for about a minute more – willing his cock to subside and refusing to let his fingers find their way back up to his now aching nipples.  The changes in his boss were too numerous for him to take in all at one moment.  There were the physical changes, of course.  Ron could see by the ripping of the t-shirt, the stretching out of shorts around the man’s thighs, and the explosion of sneakers that the General was growing . . . but there was also some kind of inner change happening, too.  The usually introverted, refined, and restrained older man seemed to be becoming more aggressive . . . boisterous . . . openly sexual . . . and outrageously gregarious.  There were just short snippets of it right now, but Ron got the feeling that the General was fighting a losing battle when it came to making his inner beast stay closeted.  This idea thrilled Ron almost as much as the thought of the older man’s muscles growing.  The younger man had not even contemplated what the doctor’s serum might do to the General’s personality.  Suddenly, Ron realized these new thoughts had excited him – very much - again.  He’d have to wait a few more minutes, until he was deflated enough to be presentable – before he went out into the gym.

 

“Ron!” suddenly came the newly deepened, growl-like bellow of the General, from the weight room, and the young man instantly grabbed his gear in response and exited with a raging hard-on. 

 

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The General kept thinking things like ‘get yourself together, man’ and ‘steady there, old man’ to himself after every uncontrolled and uncharacteristic thing that came out of his mouth.  Who was this fellow being so overtly sexual . . . so fucking alpha?  He did have to acknowledge the pleasure that shot through and lingered briefly in his body after each outburst – but he also didn’t understand why he couldn’t control it.  Why he didn’t see it coming.  And even why it came so naturally.  The General didn’t think about the fact that his shoes and his shirt had decided to basically disintegrate on the same day . . . or the fact that his shorts felt so tight.  He was too busy ruminating on his unchecked emerging dominant personality.  There was just something in this kid, Ron, that was unleashing something deeply primordial and intensely masculine within him.  Art sensed a feeling of being almost indestructible when he was around the kid.  There was part of the older man that screamed ‘escape while you can’ and get away from his assistant, but there was a much stronger pull to stay and dominate . . . protect . . . control.  He wanted to make Ron his boy.  He wanted to fill the gorgeous man with so much of his own . . . Whoa, General Artemis Scala!  Calm the fuck down!  Pick up some weights now . . . immediately . . . but where is the boy?  How can I lift heavy things if I don’t have that tight ass to look at?  Call him.  Remind him he should not keep you waiting.  Order him to join you.  Make sure he knows who is boss.  Make him your . . . your what?

 

“Ron!” he bellowed, and was amazed at how manly he sounded – how dominant his voice was.

 

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There was absolutely no way for Ron to hide his hard-on as he emerged from the locker room, not only because he had a good-sized cock, but more because he was so insanely hard it made it difficult to walk.  Moving into the weight room, Ron gasped out loud.  He was staring at the waiting General, who was now wider and taller.  It was definitely noticeable.  The older man’s shoulders poked out stronger, thicker, and in a much more commanding way.  It made the man look like a superhero.  The biceps were bigger, too.  Ron’s borrowed tank top looked like it was a size too small – hugging the General’s bulging body.  It had been a little too big just a few minutes ago.  The younger man also instantly noticed that he no longer cast his eyes slightly downward to look into the General’s face.  No, now he had to cast his eyes upward.  The white fur on the growing man’s chest was emphasized by darker hair beneath it – giving the General that salt and pepper look that made Ron’s toes curl when he looked at similar pictures online. 

 

“That’s quite a cannon you’re packing there, young man,” laughed the General, referring to Ron’s crotch with jerk of his fur-shadowed chin.

 

“Sorry about that, sir.  I don’t know what’s wrong with me,” Ron blabbered, not really knowing what he was saying because he just wanted to stare at the growing muscle god in front of him.

 

“Nothing to be sorry about, man.  You want to step into the bathroom and milk that big baby before we start lifting.  I wouldn’t mind.  It looks painful.  I’ll just go ahead and start working arms.  Unless you want me to come back with you and…”

 

Stop it, Art!  Now!  Don’t even suggest helping that young stud jerk off in the bathroom.  Quit thinking about reaching from behind him, as you press your hard manhood against his tight ass, and grabbing hold of his long, thick, hard meat.  What kind of pervert have you become, man?  What is wrong with you?  Have some decency.  Control yourself.  Ron didn’t even hear what the General had begun to insinuate.  He was too busy looking at the big man’s heaving chest as it thickened with each breath.  The older man’s pecs were swelling right before his eyes – becoming rounder, fuller, and pushing against the tank top like a bulldozer shoving against solid earth.  It was clear the General had no idea he was growing.  There was something wild going on inside of the guy that was taking all of his attention.  Ron could see that the older man was battling some deep long-suppressed urges, but it was also pretty clear that the man was going to lose the war – inside and out.  About the time the tank top snapped off the expanding chest of the General, the man was going to give into whatever beast-like cravings he was desperately trying to avoid.  Slight rips had already begun on both sides of the nylon shorts Art Scala wore.  His legs were just getting too abundantly dense.  Ron prayed to heaven that the General was wearing underwear, or the elder man was definitely going to give the people in the gym a show they would never forget.  Although, how long the underwear would last was anyone’s guess.  At this point, Ron’s own hard-on seemed insignificant and unimportant.  The upcoming show from the General would have everyone’s attention, anyway.  Ron totally forgot his shorts were tented with much lustful happiness. 

 

“I’ll just suffer through it, sir.  I see you’ve already got the bar ready for me.  Two-hundred is a good bench warm-up.  Thank you, sir.”

 

Ron slid onto the waiting bench and the General moved so he was standing beyond Ron’s head – ready to spot him as he lifted.  Ron looked up and gasped softly at how much more profound the older man’s pec shelf now protruded from his body.  Ron could not see his boss’ face – unless he bent over, which he now did to smile down at the younger man.  A thick black and white stubble covered the lower part of the General’s face – something new Ron had missed until this moment.  From his view below, he also noticed that the older man’s shorts were now pornographically tight.  It looked like the guy was part of some cheesy, but deliciously good, seventies sex movie.   That’s also when the General’s third leg – in all its 3-D glory – bulged hugely in Ron’s view.  The serum clearly made everything grow.  Ron had never seen balls so monstrous – or so scantily covered by material.  Clearly, the big man’s balls might be the first thing to burst through the material of his shorts – giving even the tremendous cock a run for its money.  Ron’s mouth started to water.  He wanted those huge gonads to come lower and slap against his chin and cheeks.  He wanted to suck on them for hours – making the big man moan with pleasure.  Instinctively, Ron put his hands up on the bar.  He lifted it from its resting place and then began to push the two-hundred pounds away as if it were nothing.  He was shocked and amazed by his strength.  Two-hundred pounds going up and down like it was a feather.  There was a burst of unexpected pride and astonishment at the fact that the General’s growth had clearly made Ron powerful, too.  That joy, however, was short-lived when Ron saw that the General’s one hand – only one – gripping the middle of the long bar was actually doing all the work . . . easily.  The General was curling two-hundred pounds using one arm with no strain at all.  And he didn’t even realize he was doing it. 

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9 hours ago, citizenies said:

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Part Four

 

“Um, General . . . you’re, uh, not letting me lift, sir,” Ron said, tentatively.

 

“What’s that, boy?” the General answered, clearly off in his own little world.

 

“You’re doing all the lifting,” Ron repeated.

 

“What’re you talking about Ron-a-roo,” the big man asked, again, as he easily lifted the weight.

 

“Um . . . you’re curling the entire bar, sir . . . with just one hand,” Ron said back, almost in a whisper as he gazed lustfully at the General’s humongous biceps.

 

“Well, would you look at that, kid!  I didn’t even realize I was doing it.  I thought it was you that had just become really powerful today, Ronster.  And, here, it was me lifting the thing the whole time,” the General said in response – but didn’t stop curling the bar up and down.

 

Both men stared at the tremendous, growing biceps between them.  A jagged thick vein pulsed over the peak like a bulging speedbump running the length of his upper arm.  The General kept lifting and making the biceps grow bigger – or was it Ron’s imagination – each time the bar was brought up.  The older man’ breathing was deep, slow, and felt as calming as the giant waves of the ocean.  By this point, Ron didn’t care about the crane-like tower his cock was making in his shorts.  He even let his hands drop from the moving bar and moved them to his favorite place – latching on to his poking muscle nubs on his chest.  He pinched hard and moaned a little at the feeling, but mostly at the sight of the General’s arm.  All of this was soon interrupted by the noise of muscled thighs becoming too big to be contained.  The seams at the inside and outside of the older man’s shorts exploded.  There was no other word for it.  They didn’t rip slowly, revealing flesh bit by bit.  No, the seams just burst and muscle came forth in abundance.  The shorts held together at the waist, but they hung down as thick muscle expanded beyond the material.  Thankfully, red briefs stayed in one piece and helped keep the elder man presentable.  Ron’s tweaking of his own nips didn’t stop, even as he jumped a little at the noise of the General’s pants being destroyed.  He watched as the big quads continued to grow.  The man that was doing the growing continued to curl the weighted bar. 

 

“God, I could tell my thighs needed some room.  All my clothes seemed to have shrunk.  That feels much better.  My shorts are kind of like a loin cloth now, kid.  That’s hot, isn’t it?”

 

“Um . . . yes . . . sir.”

 

“You can’t stop playing with those hard plugs, can you, Ron?”

 

“Uh, no sir.”

 

“How about I take over on one side,” the General said, taking his free hand and pushing Ron’s arm out of the way to squeeze the jutting nub hard.

 

“Fuuuuccckkkk, sir.”

 

Thick fingers squished the hardness of Ron’s nipple.  It was painful, yes, but it also brought so much pleasure.  The man he had adored for years – lusted after, really – was playing with his hard plug through his shirt.  It was like a fantasy come true.  And while the General toyed with the young man’s bod, that way, he continued to lift the two hundred pounds up and down with one hand.  This made the entire episode other-worldly – almost like a dream, if it hadn’t been for the orgasmic tugging that was happening at Ron’s chest to keep him grounded in reality.

 

“Some people say you get hard nips when your lover’s around.  How about it Ronnie-boy, you gone hard for somebody nearby?  How about yellow shorts over there?  Is he the one that’s got you all hot and bothered?  I wouldn’t see him as your type son.  He’s got no ass.  Flat as a board, that one is.  I see you more with a guy that has a swollen bubble butt . . . much like your own, Sergeant.  Oh crap, I wonder what rep I’m on.  I forgot to count.”

 

“Sixty-seven, sir,” Ron answered, through gritted teeth, since his chest was still being abused, nicely. 

 

“Thank you, kid.  Might as well make it an even eighty.  Back to your boy choices, man.  How about the one in the blue tank top.  He’s well built, got a fine ass, and is quite handsome.  Is he the one making your plugs jut out so perky?”

 

“No . . . sir . . . He’s . . . too . . . young . . . sir,” Ron answered, choppily. 

 

“Um, excuse me, gentlemen, but I’m afraid we don’t allow public displays of affection such as this in the gym,” said a timid voice to their right.

 

Both men turned to see a young, moderately-built man with his hands on his hips – in an effort to give off an air of authority.  The General replaced the two-hundred-pound bar into its resting place, while he turned to smile at Ron beneath him.  Something was boiling within the older man and he instantly knew this was the time to release some of the steaming pressure.  The fact that he had so easily lifted a tremendous amount of weight with one hand – plus the fact that he was getting to pinch the hell out of his assistant’s hard nipple – had made something snap into place in Art’s mind.  It was as if the last part of a thousand-piece puzzle had just been put into its spot.   The General straightened up to his new height.  Ron guessed the guy to now be six-foot seven or eight – maybe more.  Either way, he towered over the young employee, who immediately looked intimidated when the older man unbent his body.  Suddenly, the General was aware of every muscle on his body.  He knew what each one did, why it was important – but, mostly, he was instantly aware of how to flex it to its fullest.  He felt like a muscle beast and it felt good.  He had never known such confidence and he had led hundreds of thousands of men in his lifetime.  He had been respected by everyone – even admired – but this new sense of assurance came from inside, not from his decorated uniform.  A downright, almost evil grin appeared across the General’s face as he looked down at the smaller rule-enforcer.  This made the young man gulp loudly.  In a flash, the older man threw his body into a most-muscular pose – aimed directly at the shaken employee and then Art growled loudly through gritted teeth.

 

“Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!”

 

So much happened at the same time.  First, the poor guy from the gym turned white as a sheet and let out a high-pitched yell.  The General’s body had exploded into a giant mass of bulging muscles, which had become even larger over the last few minutes.  He had never even contemplated putting his body into this configuration, but, immediately, it felt right to Art Scala.  He knew he looked intimidating as hell.  He knew his muscles were ballooning out hard all over his body.  He fully understood that this particular pose could get him anything he wanted.  It was amazing how powerful it made him feel.  He also realized his traps expanded upward toward his ears – like two huge submarines emerging through the surface of the ocean.  He could feel that the tank top he had borrowed from Ron was no longer able to contain the big man’s growing body.  The straps at his traps simply snapped in two and the shirt fell, revealing the General’s massively tensed, furry chest.  The seams at the side of the shirt were simultaneously decimated by humongous lat muscles flaring out wide, strong, and enormous.  Meanwhile, Ron watched from down below – basically seeing everything upside down, but that did nothing to lessen the impact or the orgasm-inducing shock of seeing his boss hulk-out so intensely.  While still clamping down hard on his own nipples, the sight of the General’s huge, flexed, marble-like body made Ron’s cock blast the kind of load into his shorts that could have easily caused heart failure in an older man.  Also, the entire gym became silent as everyone stared at the muscled beast scaring the crap out of the younger guy.  The employee simply turned and ran – it was the only thing the smaller man could do in response.  The General relaxed his tensed body and smiled, looking around the place.

 

“Fuck!  That felt good.  At ease, gentlemen,” he said to nobody in particular and the gym slowly returned to normal.  “Did you see that, Ron.  This old man found his inner beast.  Whoa, dude, I just got a whiff of all your spilled manliness.  Did the General scare the juice out of you, boy?  Sorry about that.  I just wanted the two of us to be left alone.  Man, that was one heavy load.  Look at that lake in your lap, son.  And you’re still tugging on those nubs like there’s no tomorrow.  Ah, the vigor of youth!  What’s gotten you so excited, slugger?”

 

“You . . . sir,” Ron replied with a breathlessness that sounded so vulnerable. 

 

The lingering excitement in Ron’s crotch was suddenly equaled by the overjoyed face of the General.  Art Scala had finally embraced his dominant personality so much that nothing was hidden by inner battles.  He was so totally free and unimpaired by old doubts that he could see the adoration of his assistant completely.  There had never been such fireworks in the General’s groin area before.  The man had never had a sense of his own incredible power as he did at that moment.  He had never thought of himself as handsome or overtly sexual until that exact moment, as well.  He was suddenly very aware that he had become huge.  He now surpassed Ron in height, weight, and musculature.  He could sense it completely, even if there hadn’t been mirrors nearby to confirm it all.  For a brief moment, the General stared at himself, rolling the humongous bulging pecs that now hung on his body.  He flexed an arm, just to see the mountainous biceps he now possessed reflected back to him.  Art realized he had grown – a lot.  He also realized it was all muscle mass.  Without saying a word, the big man stepped to the side of the bench Ron lay on, bent down, scooped the now smaller man into his arms, and then easily stood up.

 

“I’m officially a senior citizen, Ron, but I swear I have weekly wet dreams about your ass.  Even at my age, I can wake up all sticky in the crotch because I dreamed about you draped over my desk.”

 

“You’re so huge, sir.”

 

“You like that, Ron?  You want your General to be huge?”

 

“Yes, sir.  More than anything, sir.”

 

“I think we need to move this workout to a more private place.  How about you?” the General asked, without waiting for a response and carrying his assistant back into the locker room.

 

Art Scala did not set Ron Sanders down when they entered the other room.  He merely carried the guy in silence to both of their lockers so his assistant could retrieve their stuff.  He then carried him back through the weight room, both of them ignoring the stares they received.  He then took Ron to his own car, signaling to the young man to unlock the doors with the keys he retrieved from the General’s bag.  Then, holding the smaller man with one arm, Art opened the passenger door and then slid Ron lovingly into the seat.  When he walked around and got in the other side, the General’s knees were almost higher than the steering wheel – sticking out on the right and left.  After sliding the seat back as far as it would go and realizing it wasn’t far enough, the General pushed against the floor with his legs and forced the front seat to rip apart from its base and slam against the back seat.  It still wasn’t very comfortable for the big man, but, at least, he could drive.  He drove out of the parking lot without saying a word.  The big man then put his hand behind Ron’s head and, again, without saying a word he gently guided the man’s face to the giant furry pec nearest him.  Ron obediently started to suck on the nipple like his life depended on it. 

 

“Fuck. Hell. Yeah,” exclaimed the appreciative General.  “Your mouth feels so good, boy.”

 

The sucking did not stop until the General pulled into his driveway.  The big man again grabbed Ron’s head and pulled it off his pec.  When Ron went to undo his seatbelt and open his door, the General put his big hand on the other man’s chest and then shook his finger signifying ‘no.’  The older man got out of the car and then came around to the passenger side.  He opened the door and handed Ron the key to the house.  He then bent down and, again, took the smaller man in his arms – carrying him to the front door.  Only when they were inside with the door closed, did the General put Ron back down on the ground.  He now towered over Ron, making the General feel even more powerful than he had before.  These thoughts were interrupted by the sound of material ripping, again.  The older man’s shorts and underwear finally gave way at the sides.  The General’s hips and butt had gotten too big to be contained.  However, since the big man’s cock was fully engorged and sticking straight out the material simply rested on the long rod, like a towel draped over a log. 

 

“Look at that, I’m still decent,” the General said, laughing.  “Barely . . . but I get the feeling you don’t care . . . right, Ron?”

 

“Right . . . sir,” Ron said softly, staring up at the big man.

 

“You’ve shrunk, son.”

 

“I think the opposite is true, sir.  You’ve grown.”

 

“Yes,” replied Art, “Remember, just yesterday, how I had to look up to talk to you when we were standing near each other . . . and now, well, I kind of tower over you.  I have a suspicion, though, that I can even the playing field – so to speak.”

 

The General knew his body completely, by this point.  He was still growing, but his mastery over his muscles, his size, and his knowledge about his abilities was an innate awareness that seemed similar to knowing how to walk or use your hands.  Art Scala had changed – in size, in strength, and in confidence.  Where he used to be timid or shy, he was now bold and assured.  He didn’t question himself.  He didn’t fear to embrace the part of him that had stayed hidden for so long.  Again, his authority came from within, now, and not from his uniform.  He brought his big hands up and forced them into the sweaty-from-excitement pits of the man in front of him.  He loved how his hands were now large enough to wrap around the side of Ron’s upper torso – his thumbs poking out across the man’s gorgeous pecs, while his fingers reached around to his back.  When a guy lifts a pen or a utensil, he doesn’t even need to think about it.  His body instinctively knows the task will be easy.  The General now knew what he was about to do would be just as easy.  He didn’t have to contemplate his actions in the least.

 

“Come on, buddy, let’s see things eye to eye.”

 

One of the General’s biceps had easily curled two-hundred pounds in the gym.  He knew he could have even lifted more.  His two biceps, combined, had no trouble hoisting a full-grown man into the air.  He did it slowly – on purpose – sensing that his action was going to please the smaller man in front of him, immeasurably.  It was like lifting a baby from its crib.  Ron’s feet arched forward so his toes would stay on the floor until the last second.  Both cocks in the room tightened harder as Ron moved slowly upward until his eyes were even with those of the now much taller General.  There was no bending of the older man’s waist or legs to help with the lift.  Bulging biceps – now getting close to the size of Ron’s quads – simply picked up a fully-grown man like he weighed nothing more than a book and held him in the air with similar ease.  Ron immediately noticed how being a foot and some higher than he normally was made you see everything differently.  Even with his feet not grounded, being this high made him feel more powerful in some way.  Height actually made a person hold themselves differently – something the younger man had definitely noticed in the General.

 

“Nice to see you up here, Ron,” the General said, smiling. 

 

The hands holding Ron in the air felt so beefy in his armpits.  The general’s newly big mitts felt as strong as they obviously were.  It’s an odd sensation to be dangling in the air, Ron thought.  He knew, instantly, it was a combination of being defenseless, being dominated, and being happy-as-hell there was a big man holding you.  His toes searched for the floor, but to no avail.  He figured he was a good foot above ground.  Although it had never happened to him, Ron figured it was pretty unnerving when a bully roughly picked up a smaller guy and held him against his will.  The feelings being held in the air stirred within Ron were the complete opposite, however.  It was instant boner time.  Ron’s toes tingled and not just because they weren’t secure on the floor – they tingled with excitement.  Manhandled sounded rough and mean, but that really was the best word to use.  Ron felt manhandled, but it was a nice feeling.  He loved it.  Glancing at the bulging, cut, hard biceps holding him only made the excitement more intense.  He let his body comfortably sink into the General’s obvious strength.  Watching the man curl the weighted bar in the gym had certainly been orgasmic, but seeing and feeling the same man easily stiff-arm raise your body in the air almost made the smaller man pass out.  It made Ron feel small . . . insignificant . . . but at the same time he felt supported, protected, and, even, ridiculously cared for.  He began to fully understand what was meant by the term ‘muscle daddy.’    

 

“You’re lighter than a toddler, Ron.  Fuck, that makes me feel so strong and manly and invincible.   Holding you in the air makes my balls ache with joy, son.”

 

Then, as if the General was reading Ron’s mind, the older man continued to raise his arms until they were completely straightened – holding the smaller man in the air above his head.  Ron gasped as he viewed the entranceway from this new height - that, and the fact that the General had pressed his face against Ron’s crotch – breathing in the scent of the young man’s cum-caked shorts.  It registered to Art Scala that he was acting like a totally different man, but – at the same time – it felt like this new person had always been buried somewhere deep in his psyche.  Rubbing his face into his assistant’s hard cock while he easily held the young man in the air had never even been a fantasy that the General had dreamed, but now that it was reality it felt natural . . . it felt right.  The man turned his head sideways and took Ron’s hard cock in his mouth, letting his teeth teasingly close on the engorged meat.  The man in the air threw his head back and moaned loudly, which only egged the General on more.  He chomped down playfully a few more times before lowering Ron back so they could look each other in the eyes.

 

“Mind if I set you down, bud, so I can get a feel of that hot ass of yours?  I’ve been dreaming about it for a very long time.”

 

“The pleasure will be all mine, sir,” Ron said, obediently and this made the General let out a low growl. 

[Mguy]

Wow!  Londonboy you have out done yourself with another fantastically hot story.  From the descriptions of muscle growth(the clothes didn't just rip, they exploded off his body) to the unleashing of the General's inner self, you have created a masterpiece.  You accurately describe what building big muscle does to a guy.  It enables the mind and body to become the one unit they were meant to be.  I liked how the General teased Ron by asking what got him all hot and bothered knowing full well that it was the General's huge muscles. The General became the person he was always meant to be and in the end, he got the prize he always wanted.  Thanks for making my day!

[boardman]

3 hours ago, londonboy said:

Part Four

 

“Um, General . . . you’re, uh, not letting me lift, sir,” Ron said, tentatively.

 

“What’s that, boy?” the General answered, clearly off in his own little world.

 

“You’re doing all the lifting,” Ron repeated.

 

“What’re you talking about Ron-a-roo,” the big man asked, again, as he easily lifted the weight.

 

“Um . . . you’re curling the entire bar, sir . . . with just one hand,” Ron said back, almost in a whisper as he gazed lustfully at the General’s humongous biceps.

 

“Well, would you look at that, kid!  I didn’t even realize I was doing it.  I thought it was you that had just become really powerful today, Ronster.  And, here, it was me lifting the thing the whole time,” the General said in response – but didn’t stop curling the bar up and down.

 

Both men stared at the tremendous, growing biceps between them.  A jagged thick vein pulsed over the peak like a bulging speedbump running the length of his upper arm.  The General kept lifting and making the biceps grow bigger – or was it Ron’s imagination – each time the bar was brought up.  The older man’ breathing was deep, slow, and felt as calming as the giant waves of the ocean.  By this point, Ron didn’t care about the crane-like tower his cock was making in his shorts.  He even let his hands drop from the moving bar and moved them to his favorite place – latching on to his poking muscle nubs on his chest.  He pinched hard and moaned a little at the feeling, but mostly at the sight of the General’s arm.  All of this was soon interrupted by the noise of muscled thighs becoming too big to be contained.  The seams at the inside and outside of the older man’s shorts exploded.  There was no other word for it.  They didn’t rip slowly, revealing flesh bit by bit.  No, the seams just burst and muscle came forth in abundance.  The shorts held together at the waist, but they hung down as thick muscle expanded beyond the material.  Thankfully, red briefs stayed in one piece and helped keep the elder man presentable.  Ron’s tweaking of his own nips didn’t stop, even as he jumped a little at the noise of the General’s pants being destroyed.  He watched as the big quads continued to grow.  The man that was doing the growing continued to curl the weighted bar. 

 

“God, I could tell my thighs needed some room.  All my clothes seemed to have shrunk.  That feels much better.  My shorts are kind of like a loin cloth now, kid.  That’s hot, isn’t it?”

 

“Um . . . yes . . . sir.”

 

“You can’t stop playing with those hard plugs, can you, Ron?”

 

“Uh, no sir.”

 

“How about I take over on one side,” the General said, taking his free hand and pushing Ron’s arm out of the way to squeeze the jutting nub hard.

 

“Fuuuuccckkkk, sir.”

 

Thick fingers squished the hardness of Ron’s nipple.  It was painful, yes, but it also brought so much pleasure.  The man he had adored for years – lusted after, really – was playing with his hard plug through his shirt.  It was like a fantasy come true.  And while the General toyed with the young man’s bod, that way, he continued to lift the two hundred pounds up and down with one hand.  This made the entire episode other-worldly – almost like a dream, if it hadn’t been for the orgasmic tugging that was happening at Ron’s chest to keep him grounded in reality.

 

“Some people say you get hard nips when your lover’s around.  How about it Ronnie-boy, you gone hard for somebody nearby?  How about yellow shorts over there?  Is he the one that’s got you all hot and bothered?  I wouldn’t see him as your type son.  He’s got no ass.  Flat as a board, that one is.  I see you more with a guy that has a swollen bubble butt . . . much like your own, Sergeant.  Oh crap, I wonder what rep I’m on.  I forgot to count.”

 

“Sixty-seven, sir,” Ron answered, through gritted teeth, since his chest was still being abused, nicely. 

 

“Thank you, kid.  Might as well make it an even eighty.  Back to your boy choices, man.  How about the one in the blue tank top.  He’s well built, got a fine ass, and is quite handsome.  Is he the one making your plugs jut out so perky?”

 

“No . . . sir . . . He’s . . . too . . . young . . . sir,” Ron answered, choppily. 

 

“Um, excuse me, gentlemen, but I’m afraid we don’t allow public displays of affection such as this in the gym,” said a timid voice to their right.

 

Both men turned to see a young, moderately-built man with his hands on his hips – in an effort to give off an air of authority.  The General replaced the two-hundred-pound bar into its resting place, while he turned to smile at Ron beneath him.  Something was boiling within the older man and he instantly knew this was the time to release some of the steaming pressure.  The fact that he had so easily lifted a tremendous amount of weight with one hand – plus the fact that he was getting to pinch the hell out of his assistant’s hard nipple – had made something snap into place in Art’s mind.  It was as if the last part of a thousand-piece puzzle had just been put into its spot.   The General straightened up to his new height.  Ron guessed the guy to now be six-foot seven or eight – maybe more.  Either way, he towered over the young employee, who immediately looked intimidated when the older man unbent his body.  Suddenly, the General was aware of every muscle on his body.  He knew what each one did, why it was important – but, mostly, he was instantly aware of how to flex it to its fullest.  He felt like a muscle beast and it felt good.  He had never known such confidence and he had led hundreds of thousands of men in his lifetime.  He had been respected by everyone – even admired – but this new sense of assurance came from inside, not from his decorated uniform.  A downright, almost evil grin appeared across the General’s face as he looked down at the smaller rule-enforcer.  This made the young man gulp loudly.  In a flash, the older man threw his body into a most-muscular pose – aimed directly at the shaken employee and then Art growled loudly through gritted teeth.

 

“Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!”

 

So much happened at the same time.  First, the poor guy from the gym turned white as a sheet and let out a high-pitched yell.  The General’s body had exploded into a giant mass of bulging muscles, which had become even larger over the last few minutes.  He had never even contemplated putting his body into this configuration, but, immediately, it felt right to Art Scala.  He knew he looked intimidating as hell.  He knew his muscles were ballooning out hard all over his body.  He fully understood that this particular pose could get him anything he wanted.  It was amazing how powerful it made him feel.  He also realized his traps expanded upward toward his ears – like two huge submarines emerging through the surface of the ocean.  He could feel that the tank top he had borrowed from Ron was no longer able to contain the big man’s growing body.  The straps at his traps simply snapped in two and the shirt fell, revealing the General’s massively tensed, furry chest.  The seams at the side of the shirt were simultaneously decimated by humongous lat muscles flaring out wide, strong, and enormous.  Meanwhile, Ron watched from down below – basically seeing everything upside down, but that did nothing to lessen the impact or the orgasm-inducing shock of seeing his boss hulk-out so intensely.  While still clamping down hard on his own nipples, the sight of the General’s huge, flexed, marble-like body made Ron’s cock blast the kind of load into his shorts that could have easily caused heart failure in an older man.  Also, the entire gym became silent as everyone stared at the muscled beast scaring the crap out of the younger guy.  The employee simply turned and ran – it was the only thing the smaller man could do in response.  The General relaxed his tensed body and smiled, looking around the place.

 

“Fuck!  That felt good.  At ease, gentlemen,” he said to nobody in particular and the gym slowly returned to normal.  “Did you see that, Ron.  This old man found his inner beast.  Whoa, dude, I just got a whiff of all your spilled manliness.  Did the General scare the juice out of you, boy?  Sorry about that.  I just wanted the two of us to be left alone.  Man, that was one heavy load.  Look at that lake in your lap, son.  And you’re still tugging on those nubs like there’s no tomorrow.  Ah, the vigor of youth!  What’s gotten you so excited, slugger?”

 

“You . . . sir,” Ron replied with a breathlessness that sounded so vulnerable. 

 

The lingering excitement in Ron’s crotch was suddenly equaled by the overjoyed face of the General.  Art Scala had finally embraced his dominant personality so much that nothing was hidden by inner battles.  He was so totally free and unimpaired by old doubts that he could see the adoration of his assistant completely.  There had never been such fireworks in the General’s groin area before.  The man had never had a sense of his own incredible power as he did at that moment.  He had never thought of himself as handsome or overtly sexual until that exact moment, as well.  He was suddenly very aware that he had become huge.  He now surpassed Ron in height, weight, and musculature.  He could sense it completely, even if there hadn’t been mirrors nearby to confirm it all.  For a brief moment, the General stared at himself, rolling the humongous bulging pecs that now hung on his body.  He flexed an arm, just to see the mountainous biceps he now possessed reflected back to him.  Art realized he had grown – a lot.  He also realized it was all muscle mass.  Without saying a word, the big man stepped to the side of the bench Ron lay on, bent down, scooped the now smaller man into his arms, and then easily stood up.

 

“I’m officially a senior citizen, Ron, but I swear I have weekly wet dreams about your ass.  Even at my age, I can wake up all sticky in the crotch because I dreamed about you draped over my desk.”

 

“You’re so huge, sir.”

 

“You like that, Ron?  You want your General to be huge?”

 

“Yes, sir.  More than anything, sir.”

 

“I think we need to move this workout to a more private place.  How about you?” the General asked, without waiting for a response and carrying his assistant back into the locker room.

 

Art Scala did not set Ron Sanders down when they entered the other room.  He merely carried the guy in silence to both of their lockers so his assistant could retrieve their stuff.  He then carried him back through the weight room, both of them ignoring the stares they received.  He then took Ron to his own car, signaling to the young man to unlock the doors with the keys he retrieved from the General’s bag.  Then, holding the smaller man with one arm, Art opened the passenger door and then slid Ron lovingly into the seat.  When he walked around and got in the other side, the General’s knees were almost higher than the steering wheel – sticking out on the right and left.  After sliding the seat back as far as it would go and realizing it wasn’t far enough, the General pushed against the floor with his legs and forced the front seat to rip apart from its base and slam against the back seat.  It still wasn’t very comfortable for the big man, but, at least, he could drive.  He drove out of the parking lot without saying a word.  The big man then put his hand behind Ron’s head and, again, without saying a word he gently guided the man’s face to the giant furry pec nearest him.  Ron obediently started to suck on the nipple like his life depended on it. 

 

“Fuck. Hell. Yeah,” exclaimed the appreciative General.  “Your mouth feels so good, boy.”

 

The sucking did not stop until the General pulled into his driveway.  The big man again grabbed Ron’s head and pulled it off his pec.  When Ron went to undo his seatbelt and open his door, the General put his big hand on the other man’s chest and then shook his finger signifying ‘no.’  The older man got out of the car and then came around to the passenger side.  He opened the door and handed Ron the key to the house.  He then bent down and, again, took the smaller man in his arms – carrying him to the front door.  Only when they were inside with the door closed, did the General put Ron back down on the ground.  He now towered over Ron, making the General feel even more powerful than he had before.  These thoughts were interrupted by the sound of material ripping, again.  The older man’s shorts and underwear finally gave way at the sides.  The General’s hips and butt had gotten too big to be contained.  However, since the big man’s cock was fully engorged and sticking straight out the material simply rested on the long rod, like a towel draped over a log. 

 

“Look at that, I’m still decent,” the General said, laughing.  “Barely . . . but I get the feeling you don’t care . . . right, Ron?”

 

“Right . . . sir,” Ron said softly, staring up at the big man.

 

“You’ve shrunk, son.”

 

“I think the opposite is true, sir.  You’ve grown.”

 

“Yes,” replied Art, “Remember, just yesterday, how I had to look up to talk to you when we were standing near each other . . . and now, well, I kind of tower over you.  I have a suspicion, though, that I can even the playing field – so to speak.”

 

The General knew his body completely, by this point.  He was still growing, but his mastery over his muscles, his size, and his knowledge about his abilities was an innate awareness that seemed similar to knowing how to walk or use your hands.  Art Scala had changed – in size, in strength, and in confidence.  Where he used to be timid or shy, he was now bold and assured.  He didn’t question himself.  He didn’t fear to embrace the part of him that had stayed hidden for so long.  Again, his authority came from within, now, and not from his uniform.  He brought his big hands up and forced them into the sweaty-from-excitement pits of the man in front of him.  He loved how his hands were now large enough to wrap around the side of Ron’s upper torso – his thumbs poking out across the man’s gorgeous pecs, while his fingers reached around to his back.  When a guy lifts a pen or a utensil, he doesn’t even need to think about it.  His body instinctively knows the task will be easy.  The General now knew what he was about to do would be just as easy.  He didn’t have to contemplate his actions in the least.

 

“Come on, buddy, let’s see things eye to eye.”

 

One of the General’s biceps had easily curled two-hundred pounds in the gym.  He knew he could have even lifted more.  His two biceps, combined, had no trouble hoisting a full-grown man into the air.  He did it slowly – on purpose – sensing that his action was going to please the smaller man in front of him, immeasurably.  It was like lifting a baby from its crib.  Ron’s feet arched forward so his toes would stay on the floor until the last second.  Both cocks in the room tightened harder as Ron moved slowly upward until his eyes were even with those of the now much taller General.  There was no bending of the older man’s waist or legs to help with the lift.  Bulging biceps – now getting close to the size of Ron’s quads – simply picked up a fully-grown man like he weighed nothing more than a book and held him in the air with similar ease.  Ron immediately noticed how being a foot and some higher than he normally was made you see everything differently.  Even with his feet not grounded, being this high made him feel more powerful in some way.  Height actually made a person hold themselves differently – something the younger man had definitely noticed in the General.

 

“Nice to see you up here, Ron,” the General said, smiling. 

 

The hands holding Ron in the air felt so beefy in his armpits.  The general’s newly big mitts felt as strong as they obviously were.  It’s an odd sensation to be dangling in the air, Ron thought.  He knew, instantly, it was a combination of being defenseless, being dominated, and being happy-as-hell there was a big man holding you.  His toes searched for the floor, but to no avail.  He figured he was a good foot above ground.  Although it had never happened to him, Ron figured it was pretty unnerving when a bully roughly picked up a smaller guy and held him against his will.  The feelings being held in the air stirred within Ron were the complete opposite, however.  It was instant boner time.  Ron’s toes tingled and not just because they weren’t secure on the floor – they tingled with excitement.  Manhandled sounded rough and mean, but that really was the best word to use.  Ron felt manhandled, but it was a nice feeling.  He loved it.  Glancing at the bulging, cut, hard biceps holding him only made the excitement more intense.  He let his body comfortably sink into the General’s obvious strength.  Watching the man curl the weighted bar in the gym had certainly been orgasmic, but seeing and feeling the same man easily stiff-arm raise your body in the air almost made the smaller man pass out.  It made Ron feel small . . . insignificant . . . but at the same time he felt supported, protected, and, even, ridiculously cared for.  He began to fully understand what was meant by the term ‘muscle daddy.’    

 

“You’re lighter than a toddler, Ron.  Fuck, that makes me feel so strong and manly and invincible.   Holding you in the air makes my balls ache with joy, son.”

 

Then, as if the General was reading Ron’s mind, the older man continued to raise his arms until they were completely straightened – holding the smaller man in the air above his head.  Ron gasped as he viewed the entranceway from this new height - that, and the fact that the General had pressed his face against Ron’s crotch – breathing in the scent of the young man’s cum-caked shorts.  It registered to Art Scala that he was acting like a totally different man, but – at the same time – it felt like this new person had always been buried somewhere deep in his psyche.  Rubbing his face into his assistant’s hard cock while he easily held the young man in the air had never even been a fantasy that the General had dreamed, but now that it was reality it felt natural . . . it felt right.  The man turned his head sideways and took Ron’s hard cock in his mouth, letting his teeth teasingly close on the engorged meat.  The man in the air threw his head back and moaned loudly, which only egged the General on more.  He chomped down playfully a few more times before lowering Ron back so they could look each other in the eyes.

 

“Mind if I set you down, bud, so I can get a feel of that hot ass of yours?  I’ve been dreaming about it for a very long time.”

 

“The pleasure will be all mine, sir,” Ron said, obediently and this made the General let out a low growl. 

Damn this story is incredibly hot. More....please. londonboy your writing is amazing 

[Vinx84]

Thanks. I need 10 chapters more and a General next to me. Or being the General himself

[dredlifter]

FUCK.  This might be the hottest thing you've written, and you've written TONS of HOT stories.  I am loving this so much.  I hope we find out just how BIG the general is...and if he still growing or not.  

 

Seriously...amazing.