growth The Alpha, The Omega And The Rest Of Us

[TheEd]

Hi guys, I started to write this story yesterday, when I found out about the Evolution Forum closing... to start here with something new

 

I always wanted to write a muscle theft story (there is no tag for theft?), and that's the first rushed result:

 

 

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The Alpha, the Omega and the rest of us

 

 

 

 

The world press was on the US Supreme Court for the most important decision of their history, perhaps the most important in the history of humanity. Alphas and Omegas were spreading all over the country and isolated cases started to appear in Europe and South America, it was a question of time before they would be everywhere, estimating that one in each hundred thousand Americans will soon become either an Alpha or an Omega.

The closest Alpha I’ve ever met was our star player Tony, which graduated this year, he was the first Alpha of the entire state. Some college departments had to be closed and people fired so to be able to maintain our growing and costly star player. Talk about unfairness. On his freshmen year, his football contract was negligible, but then no one would guess Tony might become the Alpha of our campus. On his sophomore year, the one he started to grow jumped a four figure, by the end of his senior year, it was an eight figure contract and he wasn’t even famous beyond our state. Actually, he never cared that much about the sport itself or to excel in it.

I was lucky to walk in the shadows, I never got under his radar. Like most of us, I believe, I started to stalk the star player on Facebook, at first just to believe if Tony was indeed growing bigger, more muscular, and that curiosity it slowly grew into a small obsession of mine. I myself have copies of every picture I could find of him, every youtube, vine, you name it. A friend even sold a Snapchat of Tony’s hard cock for fifty bucks, a picture that travelled the whole college by now, no one could believe his size without actually seeing it. Penises were either a shower or a grower, Tony was both.

Of course, like any other Alpha, Tony took his muscles and overbearing sexuality from other people; just a sloppy kiss with Tony would be enough to form a mild bond, or linkage, and Tony kissed more girls than the rest of male student body, fucked more than one cheerleader squad – a squad that needed to be constantly replanted with new blood, even hiring new bubbly blond girls, a cheerleader near Tony would become a frail stick in less than a year-. I wasn’t in College yet, but Tony’s absurd development, was closely registered by the college communities and had photologs of the entire team…. devolution. Even that was closely followed. Poor cheerleader, those who had natural boobs would see them shrink and flow to Tony’s sexuality, his cock became truly immense, but ironically his pecs inflated out of the proportion with his body, on his smart boy band looks, men started to ogle more at his muscular cleavage than over the much less impressive female student body.

Actually… that was the first thing I noticed on my first week of college, there wasn’t a single woman with memorable boobs, what a fucking disappointment. That is, until I saw Tony’s immense muscles strolling in the college corridors.

I can say that was nice to see my psycho ex-tormentors of high school shrinking and on the path of becoming tiny effeminate creepy omicrons, a person depleted of any quality, some of my ex-bullies were shorter than freshmen like me. People just hated the omicron meekness, their dullness, not considering that might be the fate are the rest of us. I was afraid. I knew I was licking the knife while stalking Tony’s huge presence on Internet. I needed to feel involved with his life, like an addiction. If Tony picked me up and took me in my lips, I wouldn’t protest… even if that suck all my strength and masculinity out of me by the end of college.

Nowadays, everyone could see in the open, that there is a toll to be paid by having a long and close friendship with Tony. All Tony’s closest college friends on Facebook were meeking to omicrons, with constant dark eyes, their faces somewhat melted like candles in the sun, losing face symmetry, even their legs, their bones crooked, thin as a broom. It is not like those Meth ads… but close, Tony didn’t rob their teeth.

Many of Tony’s friends played football for their whole lives, many coached by their parents to become stars. Angry parents were the first enemies of him, some even tried to be violent with a jock that could explode a plaster wall with his fist –there are many youtube clips of Tony demonstrating his true strength, some surpassed a million views-. It was obviously to anyone that Tony’s personal life was a clusterfuck. That his parents became omicrons is easy to accept, but the parents of his friends becoming omicrons was suspicious. Tony’s parents were of the intellectual kind, never very receptive about his lifestyle as a football star player.

Yet, all of those people, even those angry parents that wanted Tony’s head, suddenly became small omicrons faster than the cheerleaders. They were all converted now. Whatever Tony did to them, it made all of them to want him more, even after being discarded by him, even after they lost all their attractiveness that they could give to him, they still had this miserable hope that one day Tony would look back, to let them touch and kiss his huge muscles again.

That was the conundrum that the Supreme Court found themselves, the omicrons, the people that had their bodies affected negatively by the Alphas and the Omegas, seemed to be okay with it. Anyone can understand the temptation of feeling Tony’s big biceps, but I could not understand why any of them willfully becoming irrelevant omicrons, that was the price of feeling Tony’s muscles for a prolonged time.

“Dad” I shouted. “The Supreme Court reached a verdict, it seems.”

My dad’s boss was an Omega, the female counterpart of an Alpha, he’s now shorter than I am. Scientists compared it to radiation, that low dosages for prolonged time is just as harmful as intense dosages over a short period of time, so a tongue kiss with an Alpha or Omega is just as bad as living by the side of them over a month. My dad was inches of becoming an omicron like Tony’s closest friends, and still he stays there, works for her, even if there was very little in his body to give her. While I had a minor obsession with Tony, dad had a major obsession with his Omega boss, who couldn’t give a shit about him.

I noticed my dad entirely conflicted about what the Supreme Court would rule, I could see him enchanted by that mean amazon, that made mom to ask for divorce a year ago. Part of his mind wanted it to be ‘yes’, his body wanted it to be ‘no’.

To tell the truth I don’t know what to think. If the Supreme Court rule Yes, then all the registered Alphas and Omegas would have to be displaced, removed from social life, asking written permission from touching other people; if they rule No, then nothing can be done and Alphas and Omegas are free to hunt and steal the life from the rest of us all. They not only steal our strength, health, muscles, our height, they steal precisely what stand out in people,  major positive qualities, and sometimes it is their intelligence, dexterity, their clarity, leaving a dull nulled person in its place. Of course, Alphas and Omegas couldn’t steal someone ability to play a piano, but would rob their musical gift.

What’s the point of stealing the intelligence of a Mozart or an Einstein if you have no interest in music or physics?

Greediness. Greediness was present in every Alpha and Omega story I’ve ever heard and read on internet; for example, earlier this year, in the first weeks of college Tony decided to learn chess. He argued with some teacher that he could be a chessmaster if he wanted to, he probably reasoned that everything he needed were some nerds sucking his cock. Sucking an Alpha’s cock is a guaranteed link, if they taste his copious semen, it would be that link that would never be broken by distance, even if the Alpha’s gain were marginally zero.

Everyone that once held a position of authority over Tony ended to suck on his cock. The dean was the one that became a fat five foot omicron in four months, losing any capacity to intimidate and to impose himself, also losing some five inches of height while Tony was close to 6’4 by then, and it was his sophomore year. Tony ended the college heightening over seven feet tall, he had to dunk and turn around to bypass most of the doors. By that time, Tony could parade with the dean on a leach around the corridors, if he wanted to.

The nerds that Tony chose were those that formed a sort of secretive club of their own, usually to bash over us less brighten. Actually, no one lifted an eyebrow after learning that Tony left those snotty nerds borderline retarded. For some reason, even in the most unfair situations, people sided with him, finding excuses, or even saying that they would do the same.

Would I?

Anyway, Tony told the dean about the secretive club, and that an illegal poker game was scheduled in one of the college’s locked classes, which they had the key. Tony’s pet, the dean and the campus police was able detained four of them, the rest ran away, one of them being was my friend Mickey, who told me all of this. The dean, that no one respected anymore, forced them on some menial work in the college’s main library or he would report their gambling to the state authority.

Our college does resemble a John Hughes high school to the point of being a location for a teen TV series –to raise money to pay our star player, obviously. Our library was pretty close to that one in Breakfast Club, but the movie here was slightly different. There was a conspiracy theory in college that Tony controlled the college and could even change the class schedules. No surprise that the ‘officer’ that supervised the geeks ‘detention’ was one of Tony’s minions. The campus police chief used to be a big black menacing dude, one that despised spoiled white jocks, Tony rendered him into a docile omicron shorter than me and in full adoration and subservience for the star player.      

I, and most of the college, wished to know more details of what happened in that library, when Tony wearing his usual second skin bike shorts. At least I guess he used the same shorts he used to show off his shlong casually on Facebook. He was 6’8 at the beginning of his senior year, the nerds he chose to be there were also seniors as well; I believe that there was more nuances in this story that I’m aware of. Tony wasn’t the brightest student before he became an Alpha, and he must still carry some complex about it. It wasn’t just about… ‘becoming a chessmaster’ here.

For more than he tried to hide this side of him from me, Mickey was a bigger stalker of Tony than I was, Mickey was a full stalker. He behaved almost like the omicron people. He took photos of Tony with his phone, hundreds of them, thousands of pictures, short videos of Tony’s melon sized pecs twitching in shirt, clips of him casually flexing his arms… well, I admit that I invaded Mickey’s computer to copy it. Mike was using his father pro equipment to film Tony demolishing the opposite team, of him showing off and lifting the side of a car. Mickey had many clips of Tony scratching his big balls, I could sense Mickey’s fascination in those shots. Tony didn’t seem to care about being photographed and followed, my dumbstruck friend filming him everywhere would hit a nerve in anyone else.

If Mickey knew that being detained that afternoon, and that would lead to an opportunity to lick Tony’s cock, Mickey would put the college on fire.
 
It was troubling to think that nor did he or I had any attraction for men before discovering Tony. We both had our big boobed porn on google to masturbate for. For me it was a revelation the first time I couldn’t escape from Tony in my masturbatory fantasies, his beefy legs appeared in my mind, and after that I did it again, and again, to the point I can only ejaculate by looking at his pictures. Talk about man crush.

Whatever happened in that library, it did not went as smooth as Tony intended, nerds are different, he must have noticed.   

What I do have nice details of what happened next, later in the night; Tony wasn’t pleased of having only four brainiacs to suck his cock off in the library. One of them told him about a RPG party and Tony invited himself there. Who could say ‘no’ to the giant college athlete stretching himself towards the ceiling pushing his back muscles forward by gyrating his arms for astounded audience of seven geeks, ‘he’s way bigger than that Thor dude’ one of stoned geeks marveled while another one fainted. Tony would need to be extra careful with these geeks if he wanted them all.  
 
I imagined that Tony would just shove the geek’s faces onto his cock, but no, Tony was far more insidious than that. He never forces anyone. He doesn’t need to. The cheerleader squad gave themselves their prettiness to his handsomeness and his cock size, the football team was devolved of their strength and confidence to him, pleased of it affecting Tony’s every cell, making his unnatural perfect appearance out of divinity.

Tony was just a college jock inside, and that was the scary part.

The nerds complimented him without trying to look overly nervous, Tony took the space of two or three people around the table, dwarfing them with his immense pecs and shoulders in his darkish skintight turtleneck base layer that covered his entire upper body, he was trying to look more intellectual to the geeks, I guess. I’m sure that he knew that intimidation was a double-edged sword, and if he wanted to take all of them to suck his cock, he would have to play nicely with them.

None of them could pay attention to the game as the star player was watching them from his vantage point slipping from the cold beer pint, making his mammoth biceps to casually flex. Tony said he ‘just wanted to watch and learn’, but only the very naïve would believe that the star player had any interest in RPG. The only two nerdy girls of the geek group had their glasses lens already foggy by their own elevated perspiration, almost squealing when Tony shifted position, making his man’s biceps to touch his man’s forearm. Tony tested all of those geeks, using his muscles to secretly flirt, at a moment making the boulders of his pectorals to jump at one nerd’s face, who ended to throw his funny dice out of the window three floors below in the pool.

Without the 20-sided dice roller, there was no game anymore. Tony thought of another one.

When the geeks stared down at the pool where the dice had fallen, Tony called their attention back, “Oh, shit, dude, I spilled the whole beer over my crotch.”

Everyone looked down at Tony’s stretched soaked stretchable jeans. His muscles didn’t let his balls and cock space between his legs, they’re always jutting, even bouncing when he ran shirtless and in his golden football pants, which he wore it carelessly in the campus as if it was a school uniform.  That moment he was wearing jeans. Very stretchable ones, made to meet his measures in both states of relaxed and flexed muscles.

“I think can find you some pants” said the fat geek that lived there.

Tony must have dashed a smiled at that. “Sure, if you have a shirt it would be cool too.” He said. His manly voice must have shook the guts of the chubby nerd mumbling at the biceps that could lift the front end of a vehicle.

In the presence of the other five and two girls, Tony said “I hope you don’t mind I change in here” and started to peel the skintight turtleneck base layer off his skin. To the girls, that must have be the greatest underwear ad of all time, glistering with perfect and vast intimidating muscles, and yes… that was it. No more effort was needed to seduce them. 100% sure, I’m absolutely sure that any healthy human being would gladly such Tony’s cock at that point. If you have doubts of what I’m saying, is because you don’t know Tony. He can bend the straightest square. Yet, for some reason, Tony thought that would be nicer to make these awkward geeks to beg for it.

“How many inches?” One of the male geeks dared to ask a bro question, pointing to the ‘relaxed’ peak of his biceps. It was known in college that the best way to start a conversation with Tony, is to ask about his muscles, not the weather. Actually, in college we exchanged more amenities and small talk about Tony’s growing muscles than the weather.

Tony flexed his right arm to the geek… I saw it upclose myself, it is unreal, his biceps seemed to inflated like a puffer fish, it gives you a shock, like a blinding light that takes time for eyes to adapt, “Twenty-three inches, but that was a month ago, they must be twenty-four by now.”

“wow… yeah, I noticed that the team over this summer… got… reduced.”

Tony laughed at it, giving the nerd a tiny bump on his shoulders that made him land over the far side of the couch, “Reduced… that’s a nice way to put it.”

One of the nerdy girls just drowned an entire beer in one gulp to sum up courage to touch his forearm, feeling the indentations of his detailed and wide muscularit, feeling the warm stone flesh under the skin. She went say the line, “I wish I had muscles to give you, Tony.”

The other nerds looked at each other, that girl never demonstrated any interest in sex was trying to get in Tony’s pants, for them, this possibility was hilarious and absurd since the most hot girl in the known universe would gratefully spread her legs for this young beefcake titan. On the other side, they were so intoxicated by this possibility, that his presence that must have clouded their judgment, they knew that once their lips exchange fluids with his cock, they’ll carry the lingering effect for life, and forget about having a ‘normal life’, no one likes creepy omicron people nearby. Smaller they get, creepier they are.

The geek returned with a folded pair of sweats and a pullover.

Tony chuckled at the size of the pants. “They’re perfect.” He said removing his pants. His quads were big as a big loaf of bread squashed between more muscles, I bet that the room went quiet at that moment, his quads were a work of art in complete balance with its monstrous scale.  

Of course, while he removed his stuck pants from his spherical calves, everyone in the room traveled their eyes above, on how different he was for us normal people, even his underwear was different, made of different, more expensive and expansive materials to avoid silly accidents, like his monumental boner flapping out in the middle of the class, which unfortunately I would never have a chance to witness myself.

Tony in his socks and underwear, attempted the wear the pathetic pullover on his overdeveloped muscular body, one of his delts alone was bigger than any of these geeks heads. Slowly the sleeve stretched as it advanced onto Tony’s Herculean forearm, “so far so good…” He said as he pushed it as slowly as possible, like a very delicate piece of film. The material stressed much more to cover his bicep, that threads started to split, but did not collapsed yet. The sleeve wasn’t long enough to cover his forearm, stopping midway, and he tried the other one, this time the sleeve opened a wide crack at his left bicep’s peaks, but somewhat it held in place. His head entered the collar easily, but as soon he brought down his arms, the pullover protested the abuse, almost unable to take the full girth of Tony’s torso, the collar got deformed by the wideness of his shoulders, his traps pushing the pullover back while he tried to fit his legendary pectorals, the pullover opened more cracks on his bulging lats but, miraculously, like a huge 12-wheeler bulldozer crossing over a frail wooden bridge, it somewhat survived. His pecs deformed the college’s bulls circular logo to a very elliptical shape, making it unrecognizable. Most of his abs were left exposed, but shadowed by pullover’s gap that his prominent epic pectorals created.

“Okay, if I don’t breath…” The cracks expanded one more time around his shoulders and lats, “…it will last a bit more.”

“That was from my fat days.” Said that fat geek.

Tony took the sweat pants, he knew that that cheap fabric would never withstand the enormity of his quads, but he tried anyway. “Help me with this thing. This pullover is going to rip apart if I move.” Tony commanded the geeks, all of them moved forward, but more appropriately, they let the two girls to help Tony, one leg at a time. Almost giggling with the bliss and excitement, the two blushing nerdy girls started moving the pants up over their first obstacle, his calf. All the while, half of the guys stared openly at his soft but heavy cock nested in a wall of muscles, swinging with his jerk movements to help the girls. The other half watched his pecs, more entrancing than any big boobs in their personal porn stash. It was Tony’s favorite muscle to show off, second to his quads and biceps.

The girls licked their lips, dribbling at the vision above them, more wonderful than a aurora borealis with a triple rainbow, and yet so close of their own shaking hands. After so many imaginary sessions with their clit, repeating over and over all the stories they heard about Tony, the real deal was more overwhelming than their solitary fantasies with him envisioned. His aura of absolute superiority was at times frightening, and some people had troubles in their sleep when Tony appeared in their dreams. Most girls ignored by Tony developed some self-esteem issues that made those dreams much more frequent. These two girls dealing with his pants over the thickness of his leg muscles were a prime example.

Now they could be the chosen ones, and Tony was remarkably choosy of whom he lets to suck his cock, or even to talk directly to him. I bet my life that both were wet as they completed the task of covering that bowling ball sized calf that could kick a ball a mile away. Quickly, they came for the next task, an impossible one, to cover his upper leg…

Clothes for Alphas like Tony, sporting dimensions completely new for the fashion industry, were absurdly expensive, but Alphas always find a rich omicron drone to deal with it. These guys took it like a mission, I’ve heard of omicron people getting bankrupted to please the growing tastes of Omegas, and Alphas were not that different. I didn’t know who was spending some big money to wear Tony in his senior year at the college, his high endurance clothes were custom made in a specialized sportswear company in Germany, while all the rest of us used something made in China.   

The made in china sweat pants stopped at the begging of Tony’s quad, the girls pushed up but it wouldn’t give, “Hey guys, help the girls here.” Two geeks came forward and kneel before quad bigger their torso, Tony’s upper leg shape resembled a WWII fat bomb, they were speechless, mute, frozen, incapable to even nod at Tony’s reverberant voice, pitifully hiding their erections and fearing their own desires over Tony and his towering muscles. Eight hands around Tony’s upper leg pushed the cheap pants up, the hand of one the guys slipped and bumped into the head of Tony’s soft cock, which I heard that was seven inches long in its flaccid relaxed form. These days must be much longer. The same geek slipped his hand again, and it made Tony to smirk, it was no accident. That package in his boxers was bigger than two closed fists of the geek. The though must have crossed Tony’s mind because an instant later, that volume was bigger than three fists.

There was a major RIIIIP and Tony’s quads tore the pants fabric. With their butts on the ground, making omg faces, they observed the pullover starting to collapse around Tony as well, with a huge tear coming from his hulking back up to his bull traps. Tony flexed his arms simultaneously to destroy the pullover in a single movement, throwing over his muted geek ‘friends’ the useless pieces of tortured cloth. “I guess I’ll have to spend the rest of the night like this. I hope you don’t mind.”

The Alpha titan walked to the big TV led set, which he eclipsed with his wide v-shape back “… is that the new Playstation? Let’s play it.”

No one could say no to Tony wearing only his briefs and socks, he sat on the big couch, which didn’t seem so big with Tony’s legs on it. The geeks sat around him as he chose one of the few games available, Street Fighter vs something was good enough. Tony was probably curious about the four nerd lingering their talents to him that afternoon, obviously, it was still too early to have any affect him, but then, many players of his depleted team were gamers.

“I’m getting better at it.” Tony said to both girls at his sides after his fifth flawless victory. I would say that the geeks were all too affected by his muscularity and size to play any better with Tony.

The girls kept on drinking beer to dilute any of their inhibition towards Tony, and that was working, they were getting a crazy fever to yank Tony’s fat cock from that underwear. They already gave all possible signs of how easy they got, laughing with him like maniacs, letting their silly hands to fall over his arms and biceps, letting to rest their faces on his naked hard shoulders, opening a few more buttons of their shirts, trying to entice the star player with their modest breasts.

The guys were drinking beer and smoking weed nonstop as well, laughing nervously at every word of Tony just like the girls. After Tony beat all of them in the game, he decided to demonstrate a long stretch of his body with his eyes closed, and suddenly he felt someone to grab his crotch. “Finally,” he must have thought. The girl who grabbed his cock stared at Tony with pleading eyes, desperate, like a bad dog that did a bad bad thing and wanted forgiveness from its owner. Tony could be an arrogant prick but deep inside he had a mellow heart, he could play this game to the insanity of his geek audience, but he just let his fat cock to flop outside the cotton confinements.

The two girls jumped at it, even Tony never saw so much despair for his cock, they both slurped their tongues at the soft shaft that started to inflate like a helium balloon, pulling their eyes out of their sockets. Tony noticed some guys stepping back, and he said to them, reassuring with his non-threatening voice, “hey, don’t go… I know that you want to watch…” He bounced his pecs once, and then multiple times, as Tony got their immediate attention trapped on his immense chest.

The girls were relishing on his cock, making wild noises that never imagined that would do themselves, clumsily licking all that hardening cock, with their own long hair mixing with his skin and their saliva. The girls couldn’t care less of that mega cocksucking being watched or judged by their longtime college male friends.

His cock erected like a crane, the girls could not move that strong shaft to their lips, they had to follow it as Tony reclined, putting his arms behind his head, flexing his twenty-three inches biceps one at a time for the rest of the geeks. “Can I?” one of them asked reverentially approaching his hand over muscle mountain.  Tony just flexed it for him, becoming a ball of steel, the geek jumped at that, with trepidation, uncertainty and an amount of dare, he touched them.

The girls were having their orgasms already, just by licking his dick, thick as a beer can, moaning like bitches over the sheer size of it “It didn’t even reached the final form!” Tony said laughing, making his cock an inch higher, wider, bigger than the previous fourteen inches, more veiny, just throbbing like his jock super muscles.

Two of the geeks were still watching the muscular spectacle on the leather couch, their eyes fixed on the voluminous pecs that made all the popular girls at the college to feel inadequate. Tony bounced for them, in that position they reached his chin, inviting them, hypnotizing them with their mass, to make them to come forward and feel the size of it with their open hands. They looked at each other, maybe afraid of what the other would think, but the temptation was too big to let it go by. Simultaneously they went over Tony’s immense pectorals, basking their cheeks on their greatness, groping such mountainous muscles, letting it to overflow their two pairs of hands.

That made the last two geeks behind Tony to lose all their last refrains, they moved to those earthquake-inducing quads, they wanted to be where Tony’s biggest muscles meet each other, to be between muscles that dwarfed their bodies.  They wanted as much as Tony took his first step into that house, as much when they saw him striding in the campus, with his big legs pulsing a world of muscle at each step. Together, they embraced muscles stronger than a dozen of people, and before they could touch the Holy Grail, Tony toyed with them and started to compress the two geeks between his legs, like a car-crushing machine.

Tony laughed aloud at the geeks getting freaky over his body, making all sort of noises.  Certainly, they were clumsy virgins that suddenly found themselves in a fantasyland. For Tony  was hilarious to watch them frantic over his body like famished animals, fighting between themselves for one more inch of his cock

While it was all entertaining for Tony, he looked at his phone, there was some dozen invites to another parties and hundreds of PMs that Tony didn’t care to respond.

Tony already got what he needed from these geeks, but he was feeling generous that night and let the geeks to lick, grab and smother their faces everywhere on his large body for more five minutes.

They were weightless to him, threw all of them over the couch and the floor just by repositioning his body. He had their complete attention, and stood up above their perplexed faces.

Tony spread his immense muscular winds and stood above the mass of geeks with his sixteen inches of iron rod pointing at them, which he slowly jacked, like he was arming a rifle. A smashing amount of cum slapped into the forehead on one geek, and Tony move his aim to the other ones, with absolute control and precision he hit their mouths and nostrils, infecting them even more. They even maintained had their mouths wide to receive more, they all became his bitches, wanting more mess over their faces and hair.

Without ceremony, Tony took his own clothes and started put them on, “sorry guys, have a party to go. It was fun. See you in class.”

They watched by the window the Alpha turning the engine of his big bike and going away from their lives.

Over the college year, the above-average intelligence of those geeks dumbered down, lingering to the jock that would never fully use it. It helped his grades a lot in his graduation year, but not in the same proportion of the terrible grades that those geeks found themselves. They didn’t even care about grades anymore, or even the graduation, they became more numbers added to Tony’s minions, hopelessly daydreaming about touching their muscle god again.

And then you ask… how do I know all these details? How do I know Tony’s clothes? Its colors, the precision of his height? That’s the catch, the entire campus know. We share stories about Tony the same way that Homer needed to preserve Greek battles. Tony was our Alpha, each day of him was more important than the life of any other student like me.

I know so many stories about him that would fill a book. Why did I chose to tell this story?

To show their greediness. For one.

Tony went to learn about chess in the weeks after that event with the geeks. While he learned the game and the rules quite fast, he was never really able to win over an experienced player. “What do I need to do?” Tony asked to one of the best players in the college, one that he hadn’t drained yet, otherwise he wouldn’t have anyone to play with him. In frustration, Tony depleted another dozen four-eyed students of their brightness. I was lucky that I didn’t wore glasses at that time.

His opponent offered an introductory book of chess strategies.

“A book? I don’t have time for fucking books.” Said the titan that de facto governed the college.

The first most important reason I told about this story, is the lesson that we are powerless to stop Alphas and Omegas from doing whatever they want from us.

The frightening thing about the Alphas and the Omegas, well, I haven’t told you yet. Let me share with you some personal thoughts of Mickey about Alphas, that he told me just after Tony’s graduation: “Tony was nice actually. He only drained the popular girls and jocks, some geeks at the most. It would be hell worse. Do you know what happens when an Alpha fucks with an Omega, or Alpha with Alpha and Omega with Omega? They get linked. Just like any of us would… and the stronger will suck out what they want from the weaker, like a smaller star that loses its mass by orbiting a bigger star. Are you following me? In Tony’s position, I would make every motherfucker in this college to suck me, I would link every single people I would find, so that I’d be strong enough to drain any motherfucking Alpha. I would the climb pyramid as fast as I could, because there is only one place for the true Alpha. Well… Tony… I think he wont survive that in a long run. He’s too much of a nice guy.”

“Tony is seven feet tall, any bigger you wouldn’t be able to drive a car. Who wants that? Why anyone would want to be a giant?”

“Greediness.” He said. “This the shot to be a god on earth… would you let it slip away?”

A lot of people do think like Mickey.

Anyone could become an Omega, or an Alpha, who knows? That can happen with you. But everyone, Alphas and Omegas included, could become creepy omicrons by crossing a bigger fish. As they say in Brazil, A Vida dá Voltas. That gave a false sentiment of justice and a very thin sentiment of hope, making people to dream about becoming Alphas or Omegas to revenge against the unfairness of their lives. The blatant theft of the Alpha and Omega from the normal common people, is somewhat acceptable because of this tiny chance of being one of them and live the dream.

Those Alpha and Omega parasite people should be sent to a remote base far away and be studied to find a cure to whatever is causing it. I would be compared to Hitler if I ever say this publicly.

At each college of America, and any crowded workspace, even colleges,  Alphas and Omegas were emerging to assume their territory and their human livestock. They could be anyone and their numbers were increasing by a thousand across the country.

No one could predict our immediate future.

Much less the US Supreme Court.

They were about to rule if the affirmation of ‘omicrons are ‘not responsible’ for creating the linkage with the Alphas and Omegas’ is true or false, a trick question. Like I said, Tony never forced sex on anyone, he doesn’t need to. No one is able to deny him anything, even a suggestion.

My dad had a confused look waiting for the resolution, he wanted his mega bitch Omega boss far away, but he was bounded to her, in despair he might even try to find her whatever they land her. Like many of Tony’s omicrons that he created in his college years.

I was going for my sophomore year and Tony left us, all the political structure that served him over the last years fell like a castle of cards, the dean, the couch, the entire football management, all removed due to unpayable debts to the college ex-star player. By then those middle-aged men and women were all omicrons shorter than five feet tall.

Sooner or later, an Alpha or an Omega will take Tony’s place in our college. Could be anyone of us. Could be janitor. On my old school Ms. Janet, the Principal, became an Omega. Whoever he or she is, we were sure that the rest of us would be his or her second-class citizens.

And to cement our destiny, the Supreme Court gave their vote. It is NO.

         
 

[Guest]

Amazing! I can't wait for more!

[2bored]

Scary. Sexy. Amazing.

[Guest]

If there's no tag for Theft, there definitely needs to be.

[musclehintz]

Wow, great story! Scary to think about, but still a lot of fun to read!

[TheEd]

I didn't quite realized how scary it is until I started writing it...

 

In my head I was just taking how distribution of wealth flows in our corrupt society and turning into a muscle theft story. That being born in the right place, in the right time, knowing the right people will allow benefits that transcends and diminish the common men.

 

Not that I wanted to do a social commentary, I just found the idea intriguing.

 

Now it is scary hot. Go figure this weird nature of us.

[sudden]

This is cool, we've seen the perspective of a "normal" afraid of becoming an "omicron" you should do a sequal about the narrator becoming the new Alpha of the uni to take over after tony left partway into his sophmore year, his experiences growing and his struggles between his old morality and his new desires. Just an idea

[62strap]

Loved this...are you continuing it?  Please say yes!!!  And i'd love to see more feats of strength...

[musclehintz]

I didn't quite realized how scary it is until I started writing it...

 

In my head I was just taking how distribution of wealth flows in our corrupt society and turning into a muscle theft story. That being born in the right place, in the right time, knowing the right people will allow benefits that transcends and diminish the common men.

 

Not that I wanted to do a social commentary, I just found the idea intriguing.

 

Now it is scary hot. Go figure this weird nature of us.

hmmm... interesting inspiration! And, well, yeah. The uneven distribution of wealth in society isn't any less scary than muscle theft... it's just that we've become so used to it that we no longer cringe when we see a rich person 

 

Nevertheless, great work man!

[TheEd]

we no longer cringe when we see a rich person 

 

 

 

We accept the world as it is, even if it is absurd.

If you think about, tax havens, for example, they are an absurd. The very rich can clean their money, evade taxes, have zero accountability. No sanctions against these fake countries.

 

Now, be a common man and try to evade taxes... they will confiscate your passport, they might take your home, it can be jail.

and I think that we are tolerant of such unfairness because everyone dreams of becoming one of them