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Even a sexy bodybuilder can get lonely.  Most people think we have it made, our big bodies allowing us to have any guy we’d like – at the gym or in the bar.  Yeah, that’s usually true, but sometimes we want more.  I get tired of going home with guys that just want me to flex and show off – you know, toss them around the room, lift them over my head with one hand, do push ups with them on my back, and all those things.  Lately, I’ve been struggling to find someone that could fulfill me in a different way.  It’s not that I don’t love being admired and worshipped, but I just desire something more.  So the other night I sat down and made a list of all the things I’d really like to have in a partner. 

 

Here’s what I came up with:

  1. Handlebar mustache (mainly because I can’t grow one)
  2. Mature man (I want him experienced and knowledgeable)
  3. As big as me or bigger (I want to be cared for sometimes)
  4. Cocky (At times, I want to be controlled)
  5. Cute or handsome (To match my hotness)
  6. Cultured (I want to learn from him)
  7. Loving (I want him to be romantic)

 

I looked at the list a few times and decided I wasn’t asking for too much.  I also realized it would definitely be very hard to find someone that matched all of my criteria.  I was about to give up when I remembered my crazy Aunt Hildie – the one everyone said was different from the rest of the family and the one I had only met two times in my entire life.  For some reason, something she had said to me ten years ago when I was a senior in high school suddenly came flying back into my head.  She had told me to make sure I looked her up when I was ready to finally settle down and choose a partner for life.  The word ‘partner’ had always stayed with me.  I had written it off, though, as just some crazy woman talking, but now I found the invitation curious and finally decided to take her up on it.  Aunt Hildie lived on an island off of the southern tip of Florida – a place no one ever visited, but she seemed to like it.  I wrote her a long letter and explained that I was gay and now that I was twenty-eight years old I had decided to settle down.  I sent her the list of criteria that I required in my future husband.  I also forgot about the letter as soon as it was mailed.  I continued to screw any cute thing that drooled over my muscles and didn’t think about my list again until a box arrived from Florida. 

 

It was from my Aunt Hildie and there were seven vials in the box along with a note.  The handwritten message was short and to the point saying, “Jason, these will help your dreams come true.  Wait a couple of days between each vial.  I’m happy for you.  Aunt Hildie.”  And that was it.  The tubes were labeled with a word from each of my seven criteria.  I looked at the note again and just smiled at the craziness – not believing that my aunt could actually help me create the perfect mate.  Even though all logic said I was a fool, I grabbed the first vial and headed to the gym.  What the hell did I have to lose?

 

I entered the hardcore section of my no-frills club and immediately felt the appreciative stares from half the members.  I knew I had the kind of face and body that turned heads and it felt good to know that even after seven years of coming to the place – not to mention having my way with many of the members – I still inspired dicks to spring to life and furtive glances to shoot my way.  I gazed around the place with no embarrassment being so blatant in my perusal of every man.  I was sure almost every gay man there – and a few of the straight guys – were hoping I’d let my eyes linger approvingly on them for more than a quick glance.  There weren’t many guys in the place that would have turned me down for a quickie in the steam room or, heaven allowing, some quality time back at my place.  It was well known that I got off on being worshipped and had the kind of body that deserved the special attention.  Everyone knew I also had the kind of horse dick that most men loved to feel rammed far up into their ass – each man expecting that the simple act of walking would be a burden for a few days after.  The simple fact was that I had never had a complaint about my abilities in bed and beyond. 

 

Today, however, I was not looking for a well-built muscle worshipping pig or a virgin ass to plow – I was looking for the right man to become my potential pet project.  I still thought it was completely crazy to think the vials Aunt Hilde had sent were going to do anything, but a part of me was so gleefully turned on by the idea that I could create the perfect muscle stud partner that I took my time reviewing the clientele of the gym to make sure I landed on the right person for the task.  I ruled out all the guys I had fucked before, which knocked off half the people in the place.  I then ruled out the straight guys that would be no fun – I wasn’t into converting men – I wanted someone that knew he was gay and liked all the pleasure that came with that knowledge.  I then ruled out the guys that were already huge, knowing that half the fun would come from bestowing on some guy the body of his dreams.  It was also easy to disregard the young boys – I was looking for a guy with some gray on him.  Damn, the thought of some salt and pepper haired daddy growing for me made my cock twitch wildly.  After my prioritizing and weeding out of those that didn’t make the mark I finally narrowed it down to two men.  Both of them were in their mid-fifties and each had been stealing glances of me in the mirror ever since I had entered the gym.  One of them looked like he was experienced with weights – performing his moves with accuracy that made it clear he knew what he was doing – and the other looked as if he had just recently started coming to the gym.  He was pretty timid and looked way out of place in the area with the heavy weights.  I chose the latter guy – any man that was so desperate to appreciate huge muscles that he’d embarrass himself in the big-man’s area was the right one for me.  I caught his eye and then walked across the floor towards him – noting how he was so shocked he couldn’t move or look away.

 

“I’m Jason, cute fella, what’s your name.”

 

My forwardness and the big hand I held out in front of him made the guy suddenly forget how to speak and he just sat there staring.  I let my perfect smile beam down at him as he sat on the bench below my massive chest – I even breathed in a little harder just to make my chest expand more dramatically.  It was cool to watch the little guy finally give into his urges as he chose to stare at my heaving pecs instead of my face.  It was also cool to cause his mouth to drop in awe just from a quick bounce of my two massive mounds – the guy’s eyes bobbing up and down to follow my heaving meat.  All of this made it quite clear I had chosen the right candidate for my experiment.  He limply shook my hand and we both noticed how my paw swallowed his. 

 

“So, pops, you gonna just stare at my chest all day or are you going to tell me your name.”

 

“I’m Roman.”

 

“Speak up there, man.  What’s the matter, something cause your mouth to go all dry?”

 

Roman just nodded his head up and down.  This made me smile even more.  The guy wasn’t even trying to hide the fact that he was in awe of my chest – hell; he was probably in awe of all of me.  I moved my big frame down on the bench beside him, making sure my body pressed up against his when we were next to each other.  I sat a few inches higher than him, so he had to continue to look up to see my face.  It was good, though, that he was able to finally look me in the eye again – I’m not sure he could have handled much more of my massive chest.

 

“You look a little lost in the midst of all these weights, Roman.  I’m guessing you’re pretty new to all this gym stuff, aren’t you?”

 

“Yes.  I just retired and finally decided to join.  This is only my second visit.”

 

The idea of this guy being retired in his early fifties made me happy – I could tell by his haircut and clothes that Roman had lots of money.  It wasn’t something I desperately needed in a potential partner, but it helped.  The thought of someday doing a lot of traveling with my beefed up muscle daddy thrilled me in a special way.  My enthusiasm for all that was possible if Aunt Hildie wasn’t crazy made me move straight to the point with Roman.

 

“Well today is your lucky day, Roman.  How about I help you with your initiation into weightlifting.  I promise to go easy on you and the hazing phase won’t hurt too much.  I’m just kidding – there’s no need to make that panicked face!  Let me help you with all this stuff, okay.  I think you’ve noticed that I’ve had a little success from working out.”

 

“Uh huh.”

 

The guy was so cute!  He just couldn’t get over the fact that I was chatting with him.  He also couldn’t keep his eyes locked with mine for even ten seconds.  He looked at every part of my body – spending a lot of time at my crotch, obviously intrigued by the bulge that pushed my shorts out in a pornographic way.  I decided it was time to move in for the final trophy. 

 

“So before we begin, Roman, why don’t you drain this bottle of water I brought.”

 

“I . . . uh . . . have my own.”

 

“Yeah, but mine is fortified with some nutrients to help you recover from the workout.  I don’t want you to be in a lot of pain tomorrow, sir.”

 

Roman looked at me with a slightly confused face.  I held up my bottle and shook it a little – to help the stuff from Aunt Hildie mix in some more.  My biceps was much more interesting to Roman and he actually started to visibly shake as he stared at my bulging arm.  I flexed a little to keep his mind off the bottle he was presently taking from my hand.  I watched with sheer joy as he twisted off the cap and then downed the enhanced liquid quickly – making it obvious that my arm had made his mouth dry up even more.  He made a disgusted face after swallowing the entire contents of the bottle – the stuff in the vial was clearly not tasty.  He shook his head back and forth a few times and then quickly looked at me – his face turning red. 

 

“Um, I’m sorry Jason, but I . . . uh . . . suddenly feel . . . I mean . . . I can’t control . . . I’ve got to go.”

 

Roman’s hands went quickly to his crotch.  I suddenly realized that a side effect of the stuff in Aunt Hildie’s vial was an instant hard-on – one that obviously made you need instant relief.  Roman was breathing hard and beads of sweat had already formed across his forehead.  I placed by big hand on his shoulder, hoping to prevent him from leaving.  I wanted to study the effects of the liquid up close.

 

“You can’t go Roman, we haven’t even started.”

 

“Uh . . . I’m about to . . . um, I mean . . . I’ve got to go to the bathroom.  Right now.”

 

“Well, can we meet tomorrow at the same time?”

 

“Yeah, yeah . . . I’ll see you then Jason.”

 

Roman then slid his body off the bench and out from under my large hand.  He quickly stood up and started running toward the locker room.  I watched as he tried to move briskly, but clearly with a raging hard-on that was making it almost impossible.  There was something in this immediate reaction to the liquid that thrilled me beyond belief.  I suddenly began to think there was something real about Aunt Hildie’s concoction.  I forced myself not to follow Roman – knowing that it might make him feel uncomfortable.  I saw him leave about fifteen minutes later – clearly still rock hard and desperately trying to cover the humongous wet stain at the crotch of his sweats.  He glanced in my direction and waved timidly as he exited.  My own cock suddenly sprung to a happy place at the thought of what had happened and what was to come. 

 

The next day Roman did not show up at the gym. I waited for three hours, but he never arrived.  I was sorely disappointed and at one point I became fearful that I had caused his death.  I thought about asking the gym for his home number, but I knew their policy strictly forbade it.  I knew I could probably get the information out of Rex, the guy that worked the front desk at night, if I promised to fuck him senseless – something he loved – but I decided to wait.  I had already begun to trust Aunt Hildie in a way that was unexplainable.  I returned to the gym at the exact time for four more days and waited three hours each time, but Roman never showed.  On the fifth day, however, I was taking a break from benching some heavy weights and looked up to see him walk in.  What I saw caused my entire body to start quivering and my cock turned into hard stone immediately.  The scrawny older man’s body looked exactly the same, but covering the lower part of his face was the thickest and manliest handlebar mustache I had ever seen in my entire life.  It was dark black-brown with gorgeous flakes of gray streaking downward.  It was the face of a manly biker, a studly fireman, or a muscle daddy of almost any gay man’s dreams.  My entire body was on fire with excitement.  It was clear the first vial had worked.  I jumped up off the bench and practically ran over to Roman.

 

“Hey man, it’s great to see you.  I thought we were going to meet four days ago.  Shit, dude, what a great mustache!  It looks awesome.”

 

“Um, hi Jason.  Yeah, sorry about missing you for a few days, but its been because of this mustache.  It’s the wildest thing.  I shave twice a day, but every morning I wake up with this same look.  At first it freaked me out, but now I’ve grown to like it.  It means a lot that you think it’s cool.  I didn’t know what you’d think.  I’m ready to take you up on your offer to help me work out.”

 

I couldn’t stop looking at his face.  I had dreamed of a man with that exact face for years.  I said a silent prayer of gratitude to Aunt Hildie and then began to smile.  I was in heaven – especially since I knew the second vial was in my bag over by the bench we were now walking towards.  I suddenly couldn’t remember what my second criteria had been, but I didn’t care. 

 

Part Two

 

What is it that makes a man a man?  I’ve decided there is no magic answer to that question.  It’s like that old saying, ‘Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.’  Well, I also say manliness is in the eye of the beholder.  Many people would never say facial hair makes the man, but I was the one beholding Roman’s beautiful full Fu Manchu mustache and, in my opinion, it made him so-fucking manly.  I could not believe how stoked I was just from some intense fur around a guy’s mouth, but the sexy addition to the man’s face made my stomach do somersaults and my cock head press up beyond the waistband of my jock.  I was very glad that my cotton gym shorts still hid what I knew was a throbbing purple tip to my broad hard dick.  The juices running through my body caused me to speak more freely than I had planned.

 

“Damn, that ‘stache is hot, man.”

 

My unexpected comment made Roman turn a little red but he also broke into a big smile.  Seeing the thick hair surrounding such gorgeous white teeth made my knees buckle slightly – a feeling that was foreign to me.  I couldn’t believe my tree-trunk like legs would wobble just because of some guy’s mustache – but then I remembered that Roman was on his way to becoming my ideal man and realized my reaction was justified.  The smaller man just looked up at me with a face full of newly found pride – the guy was obviously happy with my response.  I noticed a stirring in his gym shorts, as well.  My impatience got the most of me and I quickly moved into action.

 

“Well, sir, I’m doing arms today – so let’s hydrate ourselves and then get going.”

 

“I brought my own vitamin water today – just to impress you, Jason.”

 

“Um, that’s good.  Let’s see what you’ve got.  Yeah . . . that stuff is all right, but why don’t you let me add some special ingredients to it – a family secret that will help you grow.  It’s helped me a lot.”

 

“I’ll say.”

 

It was my turn for my face to shoot a little red.  I had no idea why Roman’s praise for my body embarrassed me, since I was certainly used to men complimenting my size and handsomeness, but I quickly figured out it had something to do with the person he was going to become.  I was already anticipating the attitude, the body, and the experience that would someday match the testosterone-laden mustache that hung like a horseshoe on his face. 

 

“Are you sure you don’t want it for yourself, Jason?”

 

“No, no, I brought it just for you, Roman.  Wait, are you saying I need to get bigger?”

 

“Well, there’s no such thing as too big, is there, Jason?”

 

This time the smaller man’s face turned beet red.  It was adorable – the guy was feeling comfortable enough to say what was on his mind, but then immediately regretted it afterwards.  I was busy pouring the vial into his open container of vitamin water and too excited to respond immediately.  I was extremely thankful that I had lucked into explaining the old family recipe for growing muscles – so I could now freely bring each vial to the gym.  I smiled at the still red-faced Roman as I handed him the enhanced water.  I was distracted for a second because I could not remember what the second vial was supposed to do to the man and I couldn’t make things too obvious by reading what was written on the side of the tube.  I simply put the container back in my gym bag and decided to let it do its work naturally.  I figured I would know what the vial’s power was pretty quickly anyway.  My hard cock danced a little as I watched Roman down the entire bottle of water in a few gulps. 

 

“If this family secret made you look like that, Jason, then I’m not wasting my time sipping the stuff.”

 

“Well . . . uh . . . no, you shouldn’t.  Good for you, Roman.  So . . . um . . . how are you feeling?”

 

“Good, Jason, good.  To tell you the truth, I’m feeling a little . . . um . . . I don’t know . . . uh, a little energized – already.  Is that possible?”

 

“Well, with that stuff you can never know.  Listen, man, if you start to get . . . you know . . . a little, um, turned on . . . like you did the other day, don’t freak out.  It’s just the stuff kicking in.  There’s no need to leave this place.  You can just go into the locker room and take care of things – okay?”

 

“Okay . . . and as a matter of fact I think I might need to head back there right now.  Geez, is this what that secret stuff does to everyone?  I’ll be right back.”

 

“Sure man, take as long as you need to calm down.”

 

I spoke to Roman as he quickly walked away, but he didn’t hear me.  He was focused on one thing and one thing only – making it to a bathroom stall before he shot a major wad.  I could not believe how quickly his body responded to Aunt Hildie’s concoction.  I took advantage of being alone and grabbed the vial from my bag – noting that it had ‘mature’ written along its side.  My heart started racing and my dick twitched with jubilation as I contemplated what was going to happen to my friend in the next few hours.  I couldn’t fathom how my aunt’s brew would enhance the already mature daddy-ness of Roman.  My anticipation only increased, however, as I tried to focus on doing some curls to pass the time.  Because of my distracted thoughts I became sloppy in my form and started swinging my arms a little too wildly.  On my third set I heard a familiar voice – but quickly noted it was somehow different.

 

“You might want to hold your arms more stable, Jason, to get the best results from those lifts.”

 

I turned to look at Roman and I was startled by what I saw.  His previous gray-flecked hair was now officially daddified – mostly silver with streaks of black here and there. It was the kind of head that immediately spoke of wisdom and experience.  His gorgeous mustache was the same.  I looked at my new friend’s face and was amazed by the changes I noticed.  His skin seemed more masculine somehow – it was tighter and a little weather worn.  It wasn’t ugly in any way – as a matter of fact it was a huge turn on.  The wrinkles at the corner of his eyes were more prominent and the manly mustache seemed to stand out even more against newly tanned skin.  It was the same face of the Roman of a few minutes ago, but it had somehow gained a maturity and ruggedness that didn’t exist before.  My heart was beating hard and I found myself staring at the man – while still unconsciously lifting the weights up and down.

 

“You’re not getting the maximum benefit from those lifts, Jason.  You need to pay more attention to form.”

 

“Um . . . what?  I’m sorry . . . I didn’t hear . . . oh, the lifts . . . yeah, yeah, I know.  I just wasn’t paying attention.  Here, is this better?”

 

“Yeah, much better.  Now squeeze the flex at the top and hold it a little longer.  It might be good to twist your wrist a little more, as well.  Yeah, that’s it.  Look at how those biceps pop when you do the lift correctly.”

 

I was amazed at how Roman didn’t even notice he was easily giving me advice on lifting – something he hadn’t known much about a mere thirty minutes ago.  Not only had the vial marked ‘mature’ made him look like an experienced daddy, it had also given him the knowledge and history of one, as well.  My dick started throbbing even more from the excitement of how the vials were immediately affecting Roman.  It was clear that his brain had merely adapted to his new knowledge as if he had lived this way all of his life.  The mature man reached up and pinched his own nipple as he watched me lift.  It was a simple move, but it was an action that spoke volumes.  My muscled body turned Roman on very much and he didn’t think twice about enhancing how gazing at me affected him.  He latched on to his man-nip poking against his shirt and gave himself more pleasure.  He just assumed every man in the world would intensify his body’s gratification.  I continued to lift, but became distracted by his actions.  I began to swing the weights a little wildly again and my friend stepped up behind me.

 

“Son, you’re not listening to me.  Let me guide those big guns of yours.”

 

As soon as I felt his smaller body press into my back and then his hand reach out and grab my forearm, I was a goner.  My body shook like a child shivering in the snow and my cock started to ooze some pre-cum warnings.  I could not believe that one word would make my brain turn to goo so quickly, but as soon as he called me ‘son’ I was teetering on the brink of offering the sweetest and biggest load of my semen to this man.  Roman had not spoken in a condescending way – it wasn’t meant to put me in my place.  It was merely a term of endearment – a way for an older experienced man to put a younger guy at ease.  He had no idea how his comment affected me.  He didn’t know that he could have asked me to turn around and suck him off right then and there and I would have gladly done it.  I was lost in his innate manliness.  I inhaled deeply as soon as he touched me and I could have sworn even his aroma had changed to equal his new found maturity – now a mixture of sweat, intoxicating older man cologne, and something that could only be described as confidence.  His hand guided my arm perfectly and I felt my body respond to him like a baby being held lovingly by his father.  Roman had his face near mine and the bristles of his mustache scraped against my shoulder as he watched my movements.  This caused my dickhead to spit out a few more gobs of pre-cum in adulation of the man.  I leaned back a little so I could feel the warm body of Roman pressing into mine.  I could sense that the man understood what I was doing – and his release of a slight chuckle confirmed my hunch. 

 

“It looks like I’m not the only one that needs to step into the locker room, huh, Jason?  No need to be shy about it, son.  It’s just what happens sometimes when you’re pumping blood into those big muscles of yours – other things pump up joyfully, as well.  The third stall on the right already has some fresh stains all over the wall, so feel free to use that one.  I couldn’t control myself earlier and ended up releasing some Pollock-like artwork across the cement.  You could just add a load of your spunk to what I started.  I bet we could make beautiful artwork together, son.”

 

The freedom to pinch his own nipple was nothing compared to the new way that Roman thought and talked.  His comfortableness with his own body and his own masculinity was so obvious that I became speechless.  Aunt Hildie’s concoction had truly given him a maturity that was unfathomable.  The man now radiated calmness, understanding, and self-awareness that was so obvious it made him seem light-years ahead of any guy I had ever met.  I moved my arm in the way he guided me and I could actually feel a new kind of burning in my biceps.  I was a muscle monster compared to Roman, but the new knowledge in the little guy was actually helping me to lift smarter.  I knew it would be safer if I excused myself to the back and took care of my raging hard-on, but I didn’t want to leave the invigorating closeness I presently felt with the man.  Compared to me Roman was a runt, but he now exuded a maturity that turned him into some kind of master and I felt small and weak next to him.  I craved his approval and concentrated on my curls more than I ever had in my entire lifting career.  The big man began to purr compliments in my ear.

 

“Yeah, that’s it big boy – feel how that lift is making that biceps pulse out even further.  You’re making old Roman, here, very proud.  I bet if you pumped smarter for a few weeks we could get that gun an inch thicker without any problem.  I can tell you like the sound of that – getting that huge body of yours even bigger.  Stick with me, kid, and we’ll make you like a god on Olympus.”

 

The insane new pump I was attaining with Roman’s guidance along with the stimulation caused by his ‘stache brushing against my body and his manly aura flowing over me sent me beyond a point of no return.  I simply lost control of myself and exploded in my cotton shorts.  My cock started thrusting thick cum as my body shook violently.  I, however, did not stop curling the weights.  My need to make Roman proud caused me to actually allow the lifting to make my orgasm more intense.  I squeezed the lift at the top with so much force that part of the ejaculation was a long constant stream instead of a short projection.  It actually felt more like I was peeing instead of cumming, but I knew better – it was just my response to Roman.  I didn’t even need to look down to see that my shorts had become soaked in hot lava-like thick paste.  I also didn’t care.  I had a feeling the man pressing his body into mine from behind liked how I offered my juice in appreciation of his guidance.  The smaller Roman accepted my uncontrollable actions as a given – and spoke lovingly so I wouldn’t be embarrassed.

 

“Yeah, that’s a good boy, Jason.  Look at all that spunk you pumped out just because you’re excited about growing.  Big muscle boys like you just have too much juice bubbling up inside their bodies to prevent these kind of accidents.  There’s nothing to be ashamed about, son.  You needed to let off some steam because you love your big body so much.  Feeling those biceps bulging out harder than before was just too thrilling.  The big man’s cock has a mind of its own, doesn’t it?  Your shocked those big balls of yours are still churning out some more jism, aren’t you.  Hell, son, you’re going to start busting thick wads like this all the time, now that you’ve got an elder coach to take you to the next level.  I know tricks that will make your muscles grow and your cock spew in new and exciting ways.  It’s such a good thing that you’re still open to learning new things, Jason.  Mr. Roman was very proud of you for continuing your curls even as your cock spewed with such force. That’s going to help you to grow big – using the tension of an orgasm to pump your muscles even harder.  Yeah, you’re a very good boy.”

 

“Thank you, sir.”

 

I responded in a whisper and with a feeling of obedience equal to a schoolboy in first grade.  I felt no shame from my accident or from the fact that my cum was now causing the bench to become sticky and wet.  It had been a natural response, just as Roman had said, and I felt safe to accept it as part of my muscle journey.  The reassurance from the mature man behind me helped me to go easy on myself, as well.  I knew if Roman was okay with something - I was okay with it, too.  I started to view his maturity as having been there forever.  The shy newbie of an hour ago was almost completely gone from my memory.  I had already started to think about the next vial and this was causing my deflated cock to become hard again.  Roman took the weights from my hands and I noticed he had to use both of his to carry what I had easily lifted with just one of my big paws. 

 

“I think you might want to get cleaned up, Jason.  You’ve worked hard today and I think we got a good pump in those biceps.  Why don’t you head home because I think you’re going to be ready to shoot off like a rocket again very soon.  The hot blood racing through your growing body is going to need a way to release some pressure again in about ten minutes.  It’s just what happens to big guys like you.  I don’t want you to be dripping your juice all through the gym when that happens, son.  That’s not considerate of the other patrons.  I’m going to finish my own work out and then I’ll see you here at the same time tomorrow. Does that sound good?”

 

“Yes sir.”

 

Roman seemed pleased by my response and he reached up to tousle my hair.  This action caused my cock to shoot fully hard and I swear I came close to shooting off again.  The fact that the shy insecure Roman no longer existed was still unbelievable.  The mature man that stood in front of me was so comfortable with himself that he made me feel secure and somehow more powerful than ever before.  I felt an unexplainable respect for Roman that existed in every fiber of my being.  The smaller man didn’t demand this from me – he simply deserved it.  I needed to make him notice me, to be proud of me, and to love me.  Even though I hadn’t taken any of Aunt Hildie’s magic liquid I knew this was definitely connected to what was in the vials.  As Roman changed, so did I.  I had absolutely no idea how the remaining vials would impact our relationship, but I suddenly became very impatient.  I wanted the muscle daddy of my dreams to be complete.  I thought about dumping all the vials into Roman’s water at one time.  The mature man clearly didn’t know what I was thinking, but he sensed it was something wrong.

 

“Go home, boy.  You’re going to need some rest before we start ‘operation grow Jason.’  You’re also going to need to bust a wad soon over the pump you attained in those huge arms.  I guarantee it.  You don’t realize it now, but you powered those things harder than you have in a long time.  As soon as you flex those guns in the mirror your cock is going to be like a fire hose let loose with no husky firemen to hold it down.  You’ll probably want to be home for that explosion.”

 

I simply nodded – fully aware of everything the knowledgeable older man was saying to me.  I did not want to be separated from him for twenty-four hours, but I figured my body needed that time to rejuvenate and prepare for what was to come.  I began to look forward to the third vial’s transformation more than life itself. 

 

 

Vial Three

 

I thought about Roman for twenty-four hours straight.  No matter what I did to try and get the guy out of my head it didn’t work.  I watched television and thought about him, I took cold showers and remained hard from thinking about him, and I even dreamed about the guy as I slept that night.  I jerked off a record four times during the evening – torn between the memory of the mustached mature man giving me advice and the fact that my body actually ached from growth caused by his papa-like encouraging words.  I had never known I could desire a guy so much.  My cock yearned for the finished product, which I was building in the older man.  I seriously contemplated mixing the remaining vials together and giving them to Roman all at one time.  I remembered, however, the warning of Aunt Hildie and the stern unspoken discouragement by Roman.  It was like he knew what I was thinking, which was crazy since he didn’t even know about the concoction I was giving him in the mineral water.  The man just seemed so much more knowledgeable than anyone I had ever met – that is, ever since he drank the second vial. 

 

That next morning, I jerked off a full load and then I made a list of the remaining vials, to put it in my gym bag so I could easily remember what each dose did.  The remaining dosages include:

 

  • As big as me or bigger
  • Cocky
  • Cute or handsome
  • Cultured
  • Loving

 

I was so fucking excited about the next vial that I arrived at the gym early.  I sat in my car and jerked off again, since I was so juiced up thinking about Roman getting big.  I used an old towel to clean myself off and then finally entered the gym a few minutes before the appointed time.  To my surprise, Roman was already there and working out in the big boys weight area.  This had been the part of the gym the guy had been sheepish around and all but avoided the day I met him, but here he was lifting some light weights proudly surrounded by huge men hoisting a crap load more than he could ever dream of pushing into the air.  The mature daddy didn’t care.  He was in his own little zone and moving the weights around like a pro.  His form was impeccable and the guy lifted like he had been doing it all of his life.  His mustache seemed even sexier than the day before and I could have sworn that it was thicker and even more silvery peppered.  The handsome face of the man from yesterday was still there and he even seemed to have gotten better looking – or was it just my imagination.  I caught his eye in the mirror as I walked up.

 

“Hey, son.  I needed to begin before you got here because the weights were just screaming out to me.  It’s like all I can think about now is pushing around some metal myself and getting you bigger than you are now.  I’m not sure which one thrills me the most.  When you lift correctly, boy, the burn and the after-effects are so rewarding that it makes you want to do it forever.  I went home yesterday and could only think about getting back here to toss some dumbbells around and to watch you get bigger.  I think I’m a little obsessed, Jason.”

 

“I think I know exactly how you feel, sir.  I kind of thought about only one thing last night, too.  Might I offer you some of my family enhanced water?”

 

“Hell yeah, son, I’ve been looking forward to the explosion that stuff causes all morning.”

 

I watched him down the entire bottle of water in two gulps and all I could think about was the fact the concoction was going to make him my size or bigger.  My cock started getting hard, just contemplating looking at a super-sized Roman.  He was going to have the mustache, the muscles, and the maturity of a true muscle daddy.  It was a trinity of m’s that I liked most in life.  I could tell the older man was sitting there waiting for his usual immediate response to the water – like had happened the other two times he drank the stuff.  But to his surprise, and mine, nothing happened.  We stared at each other for a few seconds and I forced myself to not look at his crotch to see if he was getting super hard. 

 

“You need to go to the locker room, Roman?

 

“No.”

 

“You feel okay?”

 

“I feel fine.  Wow, maybe my body is getting used to your enhanced water.  Usually by this time I am decorating the inside of a stall with enough of my hot cum to cover all four walls.  I’m not complaining, mind you, it’s just a little surprising.  How do I look, Jason?”

 

“As fucking great as you did yesterday, sir.”

 

“That’s kind of you to say, son.  Very kind.  So, shall we start our work on chest today?  We need to get those humongous puppies of yours even larger, Jason.”

 

“Yes sir.”

 

“I want to show you a couple of things that will really heighten the pump to your pectoral muscles – emphasizing the lift of all that muscle.  I think you’ll be impressed and pretty sore for a few days.”

 

As promised, Roman did put me through some intense lifting.  I could feel the burn in my chest immediately and I knew I was pushing the weight smarter than I had in a long time.  I had never even thought for a second that I had gotten sloppy in my routine, but the improvements the older man was making to my workout was making it very clear that I still had a lot to learn.  It was bizarre to watch Roman guide me in movements that would have been totally foreign to him just two days earlier.  I had to keep reminding myself that he had not been this confident knowledgeable silver-haired dreamboat for a long time.  It also became very clear that his new awareness of things reached way beyond just lifting.

 

“So, those big nipples are probably feeling more sensitive than you’ve ever thought they could, huh Jason?”

 

“Um . . . yes sir.  How did you know?”

 

“It’s because that’s the exact area we focused on with these last two moves.  Mine are so tender that every time my t-shirt rubs against them a shot of excitement zooms through my body.”

 

“It’s the same for me, sir.  It’s also causing a big problem below my belt, too.”

 

“You think anyone here hasn’t noticed, son?  You’ve been sporting that loaded cannon for about an hour.  That’s how I knew the workout was treating you right.  I promise you the thrill of a lifetime if you go home and tease those hard nubs for a few minutes.  You won’t be able to hold back for very long, boy.  I guarantee it.  I plan on pinching mine so hard that I’ll blast a big wad to the ceiling of my bedroom.  It’s even more spectacular if you rub an ice cube over them before you latch onto them, son.  Just thought I’d give you a little extra punch to your orgasm.”

 

“Um . . . thank you, sir.  I’ll try that.”

 

“Okay, big guy, that’s it for today.  I’m starting to feel a slight tingling in my balls and I think it’s a little preview of something big that’s headed my way.  Mid-way through our lifting the weights suddenly got very light for me.  I think my body is about to change and I want to be home so I can watch it closely.  You get home, too, son and take care of that big thing between your legs.  I have a funny feeling there’s going to be some differences come this time tomorrow – and I think we’re both going to like them a lot.  Have fun with that chest, Jason.”

 

“I will sir.  Are you sure you don’t need me to come with you and help in any way?”

 

“Naw, boy, I think this is something old Roman wants to experience alone.  I’ll have time enough to show off tomorrow when we meet for our lifting.  Thanks for the offer, though.  I’ll see you here.”

 

“Have a great night, sir.”

 

“I plan on it, boy, I plan on it.”

 

As Roman walked away I couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed.  I still wasn’t sure if Roman’s tingling feelings were a pre-cursor to a change to his body or not, but I hoped to hell they were.  It would have been awesome if the change had taken place at the gym, but I also knew, for decency’s sake, it would be better if he were at home. 

 

****

I, again, thought about the man all night long – especially each time I felt the pain in my chest.  The older man had worked me hard.  I took his advice and iced my nipples before I squeezed the hell out of them and shot a huge wad of cum into the air.  I got to the gym the next day right on time – eager to see if Roman had changed. I walked into the place and was immediately met with some surprises.  No one was at the front counter, there weren’t people all over the space at different stations like usual, and there were cheers coming from a group of people gathered in the free weight section of the big man’s area.  I could see that people were gathered around a bench and there was some activity that had everyone’s attention.  I pushed my way through the crowd and stopped in my tracks when I got to the front.  Everyone was watching one of the huge guys from the gym – a big boy bodybuilder name Jaime – being easily bench-pressed into the air by an even larger dude.  The larger man’s form was incredible.  The crowd was counting the lifts, now at sixty-two, and showing their appreciation as the over three hundred and fifty pound guy soared up and down so smoothly.  That’s when I noticed who was doing the lifting.

 

“Oh my god!”

 

I spoke out loud and Roman turned his now strongly muscled, mustached face towards me, as he lay on the bench.  The smile that crept across his face made my knees wobble uncontrollably.  The heavy salt and peppered fur surrounding his mouth seemed to glisten in an otherworldly way – his eyes sparkled like he was some beautiful husky Santa Claus.  And then there was his furry, grandpa-aged, huge body that glistened with a manly sheen of perspiration.  The guy was wearing only a pair of skin-tight cotton briefs – breaking the dress code of the gym - but no one seemed to care.  He wasn’t even wearing shoes or socks, his feet obviously three times the size from yesterday.

 

“Hey Jason, how’s it going, man.  Jaime agreed to help me warm up today and everyone decided they wanted to watch.  I had the best night and morning of my entire life.”

 

To say that the man’s new voice made my balls instantly ache with lust was an understatement.  I actually could feel many of the guys standing around me slightly moan in pleasure as the low masculine timbre of Roman’s words penetrated their body.  I was not the only guy being turned on by this big muscle daddy’s new thunder rumbling speech.  The sound that reverberated in the room was surely the way that mortals had imagined Zeus might speak as he boomed his words form Mount Olympus.  I lost focus as Roman conversed briefly with me – my balls vibrating powerfully like I was riding a huge Harley.  It was only the sight of my friend’s newly massive arms lifting a huge bodybuilder up and down that brought me back to the reality of what was going on.

 

“I’m beginning to think there’s more to your family’s vitamin water than you’ve been telling me, Jason.”

 

The crowd called out one hundred and Roman brought his arms to the side and set Jaime on his feet.  The big bodybuilder looked a little unsteady; obviously he had gotten a little dizzy from the constant up and down motion.  Roman kept one of his big hands on the guy’s thigh to help steady him as he got used to being on the floor again.  That’s also when my newly huge friend sat up and I gasped so loud that he chuckled at my response.  The first thing I noticed was a field of gray hair across the giant expanse that was his chest.  The two slabs of beef were so massive and so beautifully hairy that I nearly blacked out.  Roman, the elder geek from just a few days ago, was now bigger than me.  I noticed right away that the guy wasn’t cut like me or even ripped like some heavyweight bodybuilder, but he was just damn thick – and thick as hell.  His muscles bulged in that ‘I can lift a fucking truck’ kind of way instead of that ‘watch me flex’ showman style.  Roman now looked like a bull – a bear – a strongman competitor – and a bulging tank all rolled into one.  The combination of the guy’s booming voice and the sight of pectoral muscles that each seemed to be as wide as refrigerators was too much for my cock – it shot fully hard in three seconds, causing me to become even more light-headed than before. 

 

“Okay, good people, that’s it for today.  My friend Jason and I need to work out now.  I need to grow this guy’s body even more.  Thanks for counting for me.  I can see that I don’t need to explain the changes, huh, Jason?  Your reaction makes it pretty clear you noticed I’ve kind of grown.”

 

We were now standing there by ourselves.  The crowd had dispersed, although clearly disappointed the show was over.  I simply continued to stare at the mustached elder Adonis in front of me.  The man was simply thick and huge all over.  His thighs were pressing against his cotton shorts so hard that I expected the material to explode at any second.  His stomach wasn’t ridged like mine, but it was so much more thickly masculine looking that I seriously contemplated switching to the powerlifting look myself.  And god, the way his beefy man-tits and bulging arms just ballooned out with so much muscle, it made my mouth start to water and my heartbeat race ten times faster.  Hard, hairy meat hung off his body everywhere and made him look like a super-morphed version of his previous self. 

 

“Aren’t you going to say something, Jason?”

 

“Um . . . what . . . what was it like?”

 

“The change?  It was painful, thrilling, and mega sexually charged all at the same time.  It lasted about an hour.  I dropped to my hands and knees like some kind of werewolf – right in the middle of my living room – and cried out the entire time.  I could hear my voice changing as my body swelled – getting deeper and so masculine that it turned me on even more.  I loved watching my chest and arms grow the most.  My pecs started to swell up like they were hot air balloons being filled for a morning ride.  The feeling was so intense – painful as hell, yes - but so intoxicatingly thrilling that I all but forgot about how much it hurt.  Watching my biceps pulse out thicker and thicker is what made my growing cock finally spew like crazy.  My arms were so puny before, boy, and look what they became.  I now have guns so huge that I can no longer rest my forearms against my sides.  And my supersized lats don’t help too much, either, but look at those beautiful things, Jason.  I never dreamed what being this big would feel like – it’s unexplainable.”

 

“You are magnificent, Roman.”

 

In my wildest dreams I could not have imagined a more beautiful specimen of man that Aunt Hildie’s concoction had created.  The elder muscleman sitting before me was something only seen in comic books – a giant colonel-like gramps with a body the size of four younger men put together.  It was also the kind of build that dreams are made of – huge thick muscles that just protruded everywhere.  He looked like someone had made him angry and he ballooned into a non-green Hulk.  Traps bulged, lats stuck out with major mass, shoulders popped out wide, arms hung like sides of beef, and heavy looking pecs rested on a hard dense midsection.  His abs looked like someone had stacked a bunch of logs on top of each other.  Roman’s muscles were simply profuse beyond belief - everywhere!  Quads that swelled so much they almost looked like two short musclemen’s bodies all by themselves forced his legs to spread far apart.  Sitting there, the new senior muscle stud looked unreal – like a photograph that has been photo-shopped to death.  It was difficult for me to believe and even harder for me to admit, but Roman was definitely now bigger than me.  He clearly outweighed me by a few pounds and his hulking mass was definitely taller and freakishly thicker than my big body.  It was such a surreal moment – realizing that my dream man was being formed right in front of me over what was just a few days.  I glanced at the mature face, the gorgeous mustache, and then back at the huge body – realizing that all my secret desires were slowly turning into reality.     

 

“Don’t think this added muscle means I’m not still wildly interested in growing you, son.  We’re going to shape you into something perfect, Jason.  This new big body just means that I will be able to work you even harder, man.  I’ll also be able to keep up with you.”

 

“What . . . sir?  I wasn’t paying attention, I’m sorry.  Something huge was distracting me.”

 

“It doesn’t matter, son, just know that I’m still here to help you grow bigger.  Now, do you have something for me to drink today?  I’m really looking forward to whatever you have planned, although I don’t see how you could ever top what you gifted me with overnight.  I now understand why yesterday’s drink didn’t affect me right away.  My body needed some time to prepare for such huge changes.  It was like some pumped up version of An American Werewolf in London in my place last night.  I’m sure people in the neighborhood thought I was murdering someone – because of the beast-like moaning.  So, how about that drink?”

 

“Um . . . yes sir.”

 

I handed him the bottle of water with the pre-mixed contents from the vial.  I knew what this dose would do to the guy and it made my cock jump with anticipation.  I couldn’t even begin to think about Roman having the attitude to match his muscles.  He had already taken on some of the characteristics of a muscle daddy – mainly because of the stache, his maturity, and his size – but I knew a huge dose of cockiness was going to make him even more my ideal man.  I watch as he swallowed the entire contents of the water bottle in one long gulp.  I also noticed that the guy suddenly stood up straighter than he had been just seconds before.  His shoulders seemed wider in some way and I could have sworn his humongous chest poked out even further.  I suddenly realized that this vial had worked instantly.  I gathered that since Roman’s body was now massive and thick the vials didn’t cause him to go into orgasm overload as before – and the change would happen with little interruption to what he was doing.  The big man’s eyes seemed to become all knowing and a telling smile crept across his face.  My massive dick started to harden as I watched this man begin to realize the totality of his potential.  For the first time, Roman was becoming fully aware of his new manliness.  The guy was beginning to feel every huge muscle of his body – in complete detail.

 

“You okay, there, Roman?”

 

“If I were any better, little man, I’d be fucking myself.  I haven’t felt this good in a long time.  Hell, I haven’t ever felt this good.  Damn, son, I may have to find a bull to fuck.  All this muscle is making me hornier than a battleship full of sex-deprived sailors.  You ever see anything like this body, Jason?”

 

“Uh, no sir.”

 

“That’s what I thought, boy.  Just look at all my fucking thickness!  Shit, I’m so big I look like a skin covered Hummer.  Oh fuck, J-man, look how my cock is filling out these cotton shorts as it grows.  It makes your mouth water, doesn’t it?”

 

“Yes . . . sir.”

 

“Hell, it makes my mouth water, too, son.  I gotta lift something heavy, man, or I’m going to blow a hole in these shorts from blasting off a heavy load.  Gotta work out some steam, J-man.  Slap three big plates on that end of the bar.  Gonna need to press 600 for starters.  Shit, I might not make it through this work out.  My cock wants to rip through this flimsy material and be free to grow so big it would blow you mind, man.  Your old friend here is feeling pretty powerful and has the monster cock to prove it.”

 

I couldn’t move for a few seconds.  The change in Roman’s demeanor was instantaneous.  Within two days the guy had gone from a skinny-assed elder dweeb to this behemoth, but the most incredible part of the transformation for me was what had just happened – the birth of the muscle daddy’s cockiness.  Hearing the ‘stached giant talk about his own body and, especially, his hardening dick was almost too much.  It’s incredible to see a huge man with bulging muscles, but it’s much more impressive and a bigger thrill to hear that same guy talk about his body.  I loved hearing him acknowledge his own muscled torso, so it increased the pleasure watching Roman get off on his transformed frame.  Seeing Roman tense his arms and chest while staring at himself was such an intense sight that I almost missed what the older man had told me to do.  It wasn’t until I saw Roman adding some big weights to the end of the bar that I realized I should be doing the same thing on the other side.

 

“You ever think you’d get your old man this fucking huge, Jason?”

 

“Um . . . no sir.”

 

“Yeah, you love this massive body, don’t you?  I’ve grown so thick that you can’t remember what I used to look like, can you?  You wanted a big hulking daddy, didn’t you J-man.”

 

“Uh . . . yes sir.” 

 

“Old Roman loves how his big body has made you a man of few words, boy.  I know you want to see what kind of power this huge body can produce – yeah, it’s written all across your face.  Shit, boy, turning you into a muscle monster is going to be easy now that you have my body as inspiration.  You want to be huge and thick like this old man, don’t you?”

 

“God, yes.”

 

The huge elder muscleman was now leaning over and resting his thick forearms across the bar.  His shoulders popped out on either side like matching mountains – the guy being almost wide enough that his biceps touched the weights on either side.  I was mesmerized by the man’s beauty and his size.  It was too much for my aching cock and I would have certainly spewed if we had not been in a public place.  As it was, big drops of pre-cum were seeping out of my dick slit and causing my fat tip to be slicked up real good.  I was in total daddy-worshipping bliss.  It was clear that Roman knew exactly what I was feeling and he didn’t care if I exploded or not.  I even think he enjoyed watching me struggle to keep my composure.  There was a glimmer in his eye that had not existed a mere ten minutes before.  The guy seemed more aware of everything now – his huge body, the intense reaction his muscles caused in other people, how I basically now worshipped the ground he walked on, and everything else.  It also seemed like he expected this kind of response.  It was clear that he felt completely natural being this new giant size – as if he had been this way all of his life.  He was staring at me with such intensity that I became a little self-conscious and looked down at the ground.

 

“Do I intimidate you, pup?”

 

“Um . . . kind of, sir.”

 

“That’s a good thing, son.  I need you a little scared of me if we’re going to grow you big.  I need you to want to follow every fucking thing I say to the nth degree.  I want you to have a desire so strong inside that it makes you weak at the knees – that’s the kind of devotion that’s going to help you become everything you’ve ever secretly dreamed of - and more.  You want to make me proud, don’t you, son?”

 

“Yes, sir.”

 

“There’s not a trophy or award that could come close to making you as happy or proud as a few affirming words from me would, now is there?”

 

“No, sir.”

 

“And a hug from old Roman would send you into orgasmic heaven, wouldn’t it.”

 

“Oh fucking hell yes . . . sir.”

 

“Well son, know that I only show that kind of affection to pups that work hard – real hard.  You’ll make this daddy happy by getting bigger.  And if you get big enough – I might give you the hug of your lifetime.  You got that, son?”

 

“Yes, sir.”

 

“Now watch this massive old man crank out ten with this six-hundred and then you do the same.”

 

“But I’ve never…”

 

“Did I sound like I was giving you an option, boy?”

 

“Um . . . no, sir.”

 

“I know what you’re capable of, Jason.  I won’t ask for too much, but I will ask for all that you can give.  I’m going to make you sore, son.  It’s going to hurt more than it ever has before, but that’s how we know it’s working.  You trust me, don’t you?”

 

“More than anyone, sir.”

 

“That’s good son, real good.  Let this muscle daddy lead you to greatness.”

 

I watched as the humongous body of Roman slid onto the bench and then the two monstrous arms reached up, lifted the bar off the rack, and then pumped out the smoothest ten repetitions I’d ever seen – with six hundred pounds!  I was flabbergasted.  This was the small man from just a few days ago – the timid guy so new to the gym.  I realized I was going to have to buy my aunt Hildie the best Christmas present ever – for helping me to create the perfect man.  Roman slid off the bench and then looked at me.  I saw in his eyes the order to follow his lead.  I started to get nervous, but then I felt his hand come up and press against my back in a way that gave me some newfound confidence.  I have no idea what it was – it could have simply been being touched by the man of my dreams, but I had a feeling it was more.  I slid onto the bench and grabbed hold of the bar.  I lifted the heavy thing and then cranked out eight presses without any problem – something that caught me totally off guard.  I then began to struggle with the final two, but the elder muscleman was right here to help me.

 

“You’ve got this, superboy.  It’s no problem for you.  Your daddy says that you can’t wimp out now.  I want to see those two final presses right now.  Make those weights do your will, son – your will.  I’m here for you.  You’ll make me prouder than shit if you pump out those last two by yourself.”

 

Hearing the encouraging deep masculine voice of Roman helped me to connect with some untapped strength.  My arms wobbled a little, but I raised and lowered the heavy bar two more times and then put it back in its resting place.  I felt the pump in my chest, arms, and shoulders more than I ever had in my entire life.  I looked up to see the smiling face of my elder mentor and I almost burst into tears.  I became choked up because of the pleased look in his eyes.  I was caught off guard by my reaction – so incredibly happy that I had made the older man proud.  I had watched Roman become the muscled daddy standing in front of me and I was ready for his changes, but I had no idea how the change would affect me.  I was not prepared for how I would transform along with the big man.  My desire to please him was something similar to how a high school jock wants to please his macho coach – especially when that student has a secret crush on his mentor.  I could see the pride in the big man’s face.  His entire attitude told me that I had done well – and that made me want to please him more.  It also made my cock want to shoot off like a rocket.  I slid off the bench and watched as the massive guy cranked out ten more reps like it was nothing.  I knew before I even lay down on the bench that I would pump out ten more reps - even if it killed me.  I wanted to see that look in the mustached daddy’s face again.  It took all my concentration and every ounce of my strength, but I pushed my body like a pro – getting to ten with arms shaking terribly on the last three.  Roman had to help me a little on the last lift, but it didn’t matter since it had mostly been me.

 

“Look at how your pecs pop, boy.  They look like two massive barrels – bulging out with so much muscle.  You made your muscle daddy proud, son.  Watching you pump out reps with more weight than you’ve ever benched before was enough to make me harder than granite.  You almost gained a hug from this here daddy, boy.  That’s how hard I could tell you were working.  I’m proud son, mighty proud.”

 

“Thank you, sir.”

 

“Feeling it, J-man?”

 

“My chest hurts like hell already, sir.”

 

“That’s good, really good.  I’m whipping you into a real man, Jason.  Stick with me kid and you’ll be the biggest fucker on any stage you step out on.  Want me to grow you more, son?”

 

“Hell yes, sir.”

 

“Yeah, boy, that’s the right answer.  I’m going to put you through a little more abuse on that chest and then we’re going to call it a day.  I need to go find something humongous to fuck this evening.”

 

 “Um . . . I’m . . . I mean . . . I am available, sir.”

 

“Naw, boy, I can’t pound your ass yet for a couple of reasons.  First of all, you’re going to be so sore in about an hour that you’re not going to want to move.  Those arms of yours aren’t going to be able to budge an inch and that torso is going to be in so much pain you’ll be cursing my name.  Secondly, I’ve got a feeling I have a few more bottles of your family’s secret formula before I’m totally changed, right?  I saw a list in your bag a few minutes ago and it looks like there are some adjustments yet to come.  Am I right, son?”

 

“Yes, sir.  There are three more vials . . . I mean, bottles of my family’s secret liquid.”

 

“Hell yeah, then.  I think we should wait for a while before we consummate this budding relationship.  I have a feeling that you’re somehow the mastermind behind my changes and I want to make sure I’m the finished model before you get to test drive my body.  I got a funny feeling that the first few times I fuck something with these huge new muscles I’m not going to be too gentle.  I might even need to start with some inanimate objects or some beast-like animal – like a bull or rhino.  It might be the only thing that could live through a pounding from me.  Yeah, boy, I can see that thought turns you on.  Okay, son, it’s time to work on those mega-pecs of yours.  Let’s make those puppies bulge out a lot more by this time tomorrow. You ready to do what this muscle daddy says.”

 

“Yes sir.”

 

And with that simple order Roman took me through about two more hours of the most rigorous workout of my entire life.  I was like a soggy noodle by the end of our time together.  My body was visibly shaking from the exertion.  Roman, on the other hand, was like some enthusiastic college kid about to hit the town for his first night of parent-free partying.  The guy was so pumped that his muscles seemed even bigger than when we started.  His cotton shorts were stretched closer to the ripping point than they had been just two hours before.  The guy had more energy than ever and, yet, I was worn out.  I could feel the aches beginning already and I knew that I would need to soak in a hot bath within an hour.  Roman was standing in front of me, his thick muscles gleaming because of a slight dusting of sweat.  He could tell I was in pain.  He reached up with his huge hands and grabbed hold of my giant chest – squeezing hard and making me want to immediately fall down on my knees in protest.  The pain was incredible.  He began kneading the monstrous meat in his hands and I screamed out loud.

 

“Yeah, J-man, that chest is already hurting something awful, isn’t it.  That’s a good sign.  Let your old muscleman work those puppies a little – it will help with the pain.  You did some great lifting today, son.  You made your daddy very proud.  Now get on home, boy, before you’re too sore to move.  I’ll see you here tomorrow at the same time.  It might take you a lot longer to get ready tomorrow, son, because you are going to hurt like hell.  Remain faithful, though, and come in to meet me.  We need to stay on track for getting you sloppy big.  There’s a lot we can do in the coming weeks to guarantee your success.  I’m here to make you huge, Jason, and I’m not stopping until we’re successful.  Now skedaddle, boy.”

 

“Yes sir.”

 

I watched the big man lumber away like some huge bear – a big bear clearly in heat.  His beauty and size overwhelmed me.  I felt my body tightening up even more, so I gathered my stuff and left – without even taking time in the dressing room.  When I got home I soaked in the bathtub for a long time and was so sore when I finished that I had to crawl to my bed.  The only part of my body that didn’t seem to be affected by my tiring workout with Roman was my perpetual hard-as-hell cock that gave away my lustful thoughts about the big man.  I fell asleep instantly and dreamt of the huge older man that now controlled even my sleeping thoughts.  I couldn’t wait to see how the remaining vials would change the guy that was already the man of my dreams.    

 

*****

 

Vial 5

 

I was so sore the next day I could barely move without crying out in pain.  Only thoughts of muscle daddy Roman empowered me to get out of bed, get dressed, and drive to the gym.  Each step I took and every time I moved any part of my body I felt a stiffness and soreness that was completely foreign to me.  Roman had taught me so many new ways to isolate muscles when working out that it was like I was doing it for the first time – and I was a freaking pro-bodybuilder.  My body may have been muscled and powerful, but that morning I felt like a big wimp.  I was surprised to see that Roman had not arrived at the place before me, as he had before.  I sat in the middle of the weight area and tried to remain still – so nothing would hurt.  Some commotion at the front desk caught my attention.  I heard Roman’s deep masculine voice before I even saw him and my entire body snapped to attention, especially my cock.  When I glanced in the mirrors I saw Roman entering the gym with the bodies of two huge bodybuilders slung over his shoulders.  I could tell that both men were unconscious.  The big guy was strutting across the floor like he was some huge hunter that was wearing the fur of bears he had recently killed - and he also had one of the biggest stogies I’d ever seen sticking out from between his teeth.  He was puffing away with no concern about the ‘no smoking’ policy of the gym, and no one dared to tell him he was wrong.  The room immediately filled with the aroma of the cigar – a smell that made my cock shoot even harder.  Roman looked at anyone he passed and did the jock thing where he tilted his chin into the air to acknowledge the lesser beings – not saying a word but smiling at the other patrons as their mouths dropped open wide in astonishment.  Roman saw it as gift that he acknowledged anyone and everyone else seemed to view it in the same way.   The big man noticed me sitting in the middle of the room and headed straight in my direction.

 

“J-boy, how’s the fucking body feeling today?”

 

“Sore as hell, sir.”

 

“Just like the ass of each of these men, son.  I rounded them up yesterday as I was trolling the locker room.  They were practically drooling as they watched me shower and it was obvious they wanted to see what some time with a real man would feel like.  I kept them up all night as I plowed them over and over, not even stopping when they begged for sleep.  They just couldn’t keep up with all this muscle power, boy.  Old Roman had more stamina than both of these big fuckers put together.  I’m not sure they’ll wake up for our entire time in the gym.  I haven’t slept a bit, but I still feel fucking great, son.  I’m going to put you through a hell of a workout again today.  I’m juiced up on adrenaline like you wouldn’t believe.  All that fucking didn’t tire me at all.  I’m mighty proud of you for getting your hurting ass to the gym today, son.  It shows me that you’re serious about growing.  I have a funny feeling that you also dragged your sore self here to see what the next round of your family water will accomplish, didn’t you?”

 

“Um . . . yes . . . yes, sir.”

 

“No need to be embarrassed, boy!  I know you like all the changes happening to this old man almost as much as I do.  Today, I’m dressed a little more appropriate for the gym because as soon as we got to my place last night I challenged these two guys to a wrestling match - with their clothes being the prize.  You can see it’s pretty clear who won.  It’s a good thing both of them had some posers to wear today.  I dressed their unconscious bodies before we came.  I didn’t take either of those skimpy things because the tiny material couldn’t come close to covering up all my massive junk – hell, I don’t think it could even cover just one of my mammoth balls.  These shorts can barely contain my monster cock, J-boy.  Hell, I’m even stretching this triple large tank so much it practically looks like a man-bra.  I think I could rip the thing in two with just one large inhale.  We might wait and do that as a little post-workout gift to the guys in the gym – you’d like that wouldn’t you, son?”

 

“Yes sir.”

 

 “Um, excuse me, um, sir.  You can’t . . . you aren’t allowed . . . there’s no smoking in here.”

 

Roman turned to look down at the nervous gym worker standing behind him, the cigar hanging out of his mouth as big as a small log.  The huge man used his teeth and lips to make the thing spin a little in his mouth and then puffed a huge could of smoke down towards the little guy.  I heard a soft guttural sound turn into a loud growl as Roman obviously thought about how he was going to react to the order from this dweebish man.  For a few seconds I was nervous for the smaller guy, but then Roman merely shrugged the two heavy unconscious men off his broad shoulders and quickly lifted his forearms to catch their falling bodies.  He then placed both guys side by side on a bench across from me.  The muscle daddy then turned back to the worker, pulled the cigar out of his mouth and crushed the lit end into his other open palm.  The sound of fire being extinguished hissed throughout the room.  The small guy’s eyes grew extra wide and I could see he was actually shaking in fear.  Roman took the cigar and crushed it in his hand.  He then took the smashed remains, pulled the front of the workers gym shorts slightly out and dropped the mess inside, making sure to press his open palm into the guy’s crotch so cigar could warm his hard dick.  The small guy did nothing to protest the big man’s actions.  He just mouthed the words ‘thank you’ and walked away.  Roman turned back to me.

 

“That’s a pretty hot ashtray, don’t you think?  It’s legs today, pup.  You think you can handle it?”

 

“Yes sir.”

 

“Yeah, that’s a good boy.  I can already sense what you’re going to look like when your muscles start to pop out even bigger, son.  You’re making this old man really proud.  Time for squats after you warm up.  I jogged over here from my house with both of these sleeping beauties flopping around on my shoulders – so I’m good and pumped for our workout.  I’ll load the rack for you.  We can work out side by side – I’ll use the two guys as my weights.  It won’t be enough, but I can pretend.  Using them as makeshift barbells should be fun and I’ll bet it will turn you on in a powerful way.”

 

He was spot on, knowing that I was going to get to watch the huge muscle daddy dipping low with two large and mostly nude bodybuilders draped across his expansive shoulders got me fully hard in an instant.  I even forgot about the excruciating pain that was shooting through my body any time I moved.  I stared at Roman as he loaded the squat machine with enough weight to cave in the roof of a car, but I didn’t care.  I was ready to do anything my mentor told me to.  I knew he wouldn’t ask for anything I couldn’t do.  I loved how the flimsy tank top was stretched to all hell across his body.  I kept hearing parts of the material tearing as he moved.  I had a feeling none of it would be left by the time we finished for the day.

 

“Now J-boy remember to bring that ass of yours down low and get a good pump even as you come down.  Watch the knees, too, son.  We want to get those glutes as big and strong as possible – so they give my cock as much resistance as possible later on.  Yeah, I can see the idea of my hefty pole battling your tight hole gets you excited, boy.  Look at that bulge I’ve caused in your shorts – that’s a beautiful thank you to your daddy.  Maybe we can cause a big old wet stain today, too.  Speaking of wet things, how about my bottle of water, Jason?  Did you bring something special for old Roman?”

 

“Um, yes sir.  I almost forgot.”

 

I grabbed the bottle of water from my bag, noticing the pain in my arms and shoulders as I reached down.  I also glanced at the list of changes as I pulled the container out.  This vial was going to make him more handsome.  That thought was almost too much for my cock to handle and I could feel my body fighting hard not to spew.  I looked at him closely as he gulped the liquid down.  Roman was gorgeous already – huge everywhere, a slight weathered look to his face that added maturity and grace, a mustache that oozed testosterone, graying full hair that made him look like a modern day Greek god, and an air of confidence that almost physically knocked you over when he walked into the room.  I wondered how the liquid could possibly improve on perfection.  When the big man handed back the bottle I could sense an immediate change in his demeanor.

 

“How do you feel, sir?”

 

“On fire, boy, on fire.  I can sense the world on a whole new plane, now.  Damn, that’s some potent shit your family has passed down over the years.  Son, I suddenly realize just how special I am.  I know that might sound really boastful, but I can’t help it.  It’s like I can tell what everyone’s thinking – you know, so I can give them exactly what they want.  It’s like I have this sixth sense that helps me know how to please each person individually.  Damn, boy, what you want is coming through the loudest and clearest of all.  Your mind is a jumble of desires, ain’t it son?  Yeah, I know you want some ass-pounding sex – and that will come soon enough - but I can also sense you really want this big man to help you grow, too.  Yeah, and man I love how you also desire to be dominated a little.  You need a big man to take care of you son, don’t you?”

 

“I . . . uh . . . I guess . . . I mean, um…”

 

“No need to be shy, boy.  Roman knows exactly what you want and need.  And I’ve got the stuff to make all those dreams and desires come true.  Fuck, knowing what would please you is making me hornier than a pinned up bull surrounded by a field of heifers.  What’s wild is that I can’t read minds, per se, man; it’s more about what you desire and what would satisfy you sexually.  I just know somehow that you are aching for a hug or kiss from this big man – but you still got to wait, son.  We have two more bottles of water, if my memory serves me correctly.  Whoa, boy, I’m suddenly being overwhelmed by the desires of other people in this place.  It’s like my body is sending out some kind of signal that, when it hits people, makes them suddenly ‘in tune’ with me.  You’d be shocked at what people desire from me?”

 

“Like what, sir?”

 

“Well for one thing, the big guy Jaime, over there, enjoyed having his big body benched by me yesterday so much that he’d really like me to lift him some more – especially over my head.  Yeah, that would make him real happy.  Well I’ll be dammed; the little guy at the front desk wants me to light up another stogie, son.  He’s got a big fetish for smoking musclemen.  He loves watching a huge guy sucking in on a cigar and then blowing big puffs of smoke out – especially if the man is flexing at the same time.  He’s still hard as hell from watching me put out my stogie against my palm.  That got him very excited.  He even left the remains of the thing in his pants.  That guy over there on the leg press machine wants me to take his place and as my giant trunks push out insane amounts of weight he’d like to sit on my big cock and feel all my muscles growing beneath him as he gets deeply plowed.  Hell, this gift you’ve given me will make me a huge attraction to anyone.”

 

I glanced around the gym and realized that every face in the room was either blatantly staring at Roman or shyly stealing glances at him when they got up the nerve.  It dawned on me immediately that the vial for making him handsome wasn’t going to do much to his physical appearance, since he was already the man of my dreams.  No, this specific dose of Aunt Hildie’s concoction made the man irresistible to everyone – and not just because of his looks, but mainly because it was clear he was a man that could satisfy everyone completely.  Having the ability to know what it was a person desired the most – both sexually and romantically – would certainly make you the most handsome guy in the world.  This would be true on so many levels.  Roman didn’t need to change at all to be handsome to me, but having a mature muscleman that ‘got’ exactly what turned me on made him the most gorgeous guy on earth – not only to me, though.  I could sense that everyone in the place wanted Roman and that was an even bigger thrill for me.

 

“Whoa, boy, you need to turn down your orgasmic drive a little.  You’re causing this big daddy to overheat.  Yeah, the pup loves the idea of everyone in this place wanting his muscle friend Roman, don’t you?”

 

“Yes sir, it’s fucking hot.”

 

“It is, isn’t it?  Well, it’s thanks to your family recipe in that water, boy.  Like I said yesterday, I think you have a direct connection to what your water is doing to me.  I haven’t figured it out, yet, but I feel it in every one of my huge muscles.  I can wait, son.  I don’t need all the answers now.  I only need one thing – and that’s to make you bigger.  We’re going to push those big legs of yours so much today that I may have to carry you and the two unconscious guys out of here, since your trunks will be wobbling so much.  Yeah, I thought that comment would please you.  Okay, son, get up underneath that bar.  Give me some powerful squats.  Remember to stick that hot ass of yours way out.  Let me first load my shoulders with my big man-made weights.”

 

I watched Roman bend over and flop the bodies of the two unconscious bodybuilders over each of his shoulders.  He made it look simple, like he was tossing pillows.  I knew, however, that each guy was over three hundred pounds.  The giant man positioned himself beside me and we both stared at each other in the mirror.  I stared because it thrilled me so much to watch him use two huge guys dressed only in posers as his weights and he stared to make sure I maximized every part of my body during the exercise.  He was my coach and mentor above all things.

 

“That’s it, boy, squeeze those cheeks hard when you come up.  Pretend like you are trying to protect the entrance to your chute from my huge battering ram.  Yeah, son, I love how that thought makes you work even harder.  Look at that sweat seeping out all over your beautiful body.  That means you’re working J-boy.  I know you’re hurting something awful, but look at you go.  It’s almost like you’ve been squatting this much weight all of your life.  Yeah, you’d forgotten that I loaded the bar with a hell of a lot more poundage than you’re used to.  Now your legs are getting a little nervous, aren’t they?  Don’t give up, boy.  This big daddy will not be happy with you if you don’t give him what he wants.  Remember, we’re here to make you so fucking big you won’t recognize yourself.  And to give you a little more kick to your lifting, remember that I’m going to be growing right along side of you, son.”

 

I had just squatted down low as he said this and his comment caused the exact reaction he desired.  I paused briefly with my ass pushed back and my quads burning with pain.  It suddenly hit me that Roman, the man of my dreams, was working out with me and this was certainly going to impact his body at the same time.  The thought that the muscle daddy of all my secret desires was going to continue to add more bulges to his perfect body gave me more adrenaline that I had ever thought possible.  This was just the response that Roman had intended.  I cranked out the rest of my squats like some kind of powerlifting pro.  I could tell the man was impressed.  I certainly wanted to get bigger – but mainly because it would make my mature friend proud – but thinking about him getting bigger was the icing on the cake.  I suddenly wanted to work out for an entirely new reason – to make Roman grow.  A newfound energy overcame my body and it was like I had busted past some unseen wall or reached a new lifting plateau.  There was a new drive in me that stemmed totally from my thoughts about another person.  I had never realized how self-centered I had become, but this desire to watch Roman become even more beastlike than he already was, fueled me way beyond my normal tolerance level for pain. 

 

“Damn, boy, I just got a big rush of pure love from you.  These last few minutes have probably been the most unselfish moments of your entire life.  I almost tossed these big men off my shoulders and wrapped my arms around you in a backbreaking bear hug.  I have a strong feeling that you started this little project with the water and me for selfish reasons, but suddenly the coin has flipped to the other side, hasn’t it?  You desire old Roman getting huge even more than you desire it for yourself.  That’s what makes you special, Jason.  That’s why we’re going to wait until the last bottle of enhanced water has gurgled down my throat before we even kiss, let alone fuck.  You’re making me into some kind of dream deity for yourself, but today you’ve realized that doing it for me is just as – if not more – important.  You’re a fucking hundred times more sexy right now that you were even just ten minutes ago, son.  I like what’s happening to your soul as much as I love what’s happening to your body.  Here’s the real kicker, boy.  I feel the same way about you as you feel about me.  Yep, I’ve wanted you from the moment you first spoke to me just a few days ago.  I have a feeling my desire is mostly physical right now, but over the next few days I think it’s going to grow into something much more.  It’s time to wear out those huge legs of yours, son.  We both need to work out some sexual tension.”

 

Suddenly, it was like I understood the word ‘enlightened’ for the first time.  I didn’t second-guess anything Roman had just shared.  I knew it was all fact – like I knew my legs would ache like hell tomorrow.  It was true I had intended on making the perfect man for myself, that’s why I had turned to Aunt Hildie, but I had not planned that I would turn into a different man, as well.  I was slowly giving up control to this muscle daddy.  I had always been the alpha – the dominating one – but suddenly I was learning what it meant to be equals and to actually let someone else lead some of the time.  I was beginning to do the unthinkable – love someone else more than myself.  And this is what made Roman the most handsome person on earth. 

 

For the next few hours, Roman put my thick, skin-covered trunks through the kind of abuse usually reserved for torturing prisoners.  I had to stop many times and sit on the bench – completely afraid that my big legs were going to give out at any minute.  My huge daddy didn’t mind waiting for me as I rested.  He usually continued whatever exercise we were doing – with the added weight of the two unconscious guys and did about three more sets than me every time.  Watching the monstrous legs of Roman bulge out with every exercise kept me hard throughout our entire time together.  His size was insane – quads and calves that ballooned out way past my muscled legs.  I began to become fearful that I would never be able to keep up with this new mega-sized older man.  I started to doubt my own abilities – something that had never happened before.  My new mentor easily detected my state of mind.

 

“Quit comparing yourself to me, boy.  You made me into this fucking huge bull.  I think the whole purpose of me growing is to give you inspiration and, hopefully, help build you into something monstrous, too.  You need to be patient, pup.  I’ve only got one goal in life and that’s to grow you huge, too.  There might be quick goals here and there for me, like taking time out to fuck big things, but pumping you up super crazy is embedded in my DNA.  My balls tighten and become filled with boiling cum when I watch your muscles straining against heavy weight.  I already see what you are going to become, boy, and that vision could easily make me blast a load of my juice across this gym if I let myself be weak.  But I’m going to stay strong for you, son - I’m going to wage some hot-daddy war on your body and push you harder than you ever thought possible.  You’re going to want to beg me for mercy, but you won’t because deep down you can see where you’re headed, too.  You want to grow for your muscled pops so much that the desire is eating you up inside.  Hell, you’d lift twenty-four hours a day if you thought it would make me happy – wouldn’t you J-boy?”

 

“Yes sir.”

 

 “You get a good picture in your head of your soon to be swole body, son.  I want you to latch onto that vision of Jason-the-beast.  You’ve thought yourself big for a long time, buddy, but you were just seeing the tip of the iceberg.  My fucking huge muscles are here to help you, son.  And down the line, when I’m fucking that tight hole of yours senseless, you’ll be awakened to new levels of inner-power, too.  I’ll unleash in you desires you’ve never dreamed of, boy.  I’m the biggest genie ever released from a bottle – and you’ll have released seven bottles into this daddy by the time we’re done.  Today’s water unleashed something powerful in me, Jason.  I’ve appreciated all the bottles – but this last one didn’t just change things on the outside, it opened a part of me that would have never even been noticed without your help.  I’ve got some kind of direct line now to your deepest desires – to those things buried so below the surface that you aren’t even aware of them yet.  I know, instinctively, that rubbing my hard-bristled ‘stache across your inner thighs would make you cum instantly, I know that you kissing your own flexed biceps makes your cock-head ache from need of release, and I know that for the last few minutes you’ve only thought about one thing - sucking on my big hairy balls until you get off.  But all of these thoughts pale in comparison to the one basic need fueling you right now, son – to please your huge friend Roman.  You want this daddy’s approval so much that you’d do anything and you know deep down that I’d never take advantage of that.  I’m going to turn all that burning desire right back into momentum for growing you big.  We are both halves of the incredible cycle that completes what you wanted when you gave me the first bottle of water – a mentor, a teacher, a muscle daddy, a boss, a dominator, a lover, a friend, and – most of all – inspiration.  I’m all that, J-boy, and then some.”

 

My mind was spinning so much from his words that I merely focused my thoughts on a deep desire to suck his balls – something I didn’t realize existed until he mentioned it and then it was like he had opened the floodgates of my soul.  Every atom of my body desired the muscled behemoth in front of me.  I wanted his body, yes.  I wanted to experience sex with this man, yes.  I wanted to grow for the daddy, yes.  But there was something else that had blossomed over the last few days and it was the one thing I had never expected when I chose Roman for this journey.  I had fallen head over heels in love with the man.  And it dawned on me that I was not just in love with the new improved Roman – no, I realized that Aunt Hildie’s concoction had merely unleashed was existed already in this older man.  I was seeing what Roman truly was at his core – his life circumstances had just never allowed this much of his true self to materialize.  And, in turn, Roman was causing my hidden core to be revealed, as well.  We were both becoming what our upbringing and environment had covered up over the years – and it was magnificent.  Suddenly, I wasn’t unsure of myself any longer.  I could clearly see all of my potential – exactly what Roman saw.  I didn’t think of myself as unworthy or not good enough – no, I fully realized I was just a work in progress.  That thought released me from so much baggage of my past and caused my love for the muscleman in front of me to deepen even more.

 

“Yeah, my boy is finally getting it.  I can sense the new awareness flowing through your body.  Aw fuck yes, you are even seeing your full potential now and the thought is making that cock of yours grow harder.  You are beginning to open yourself to all of my suggestions and all the growing tips I’ve been giving.  Soon, we’ll just work out together and not even need to say a word to each other – we’ll just naturally know how to encourage the other to keep getting huge and more powerful.  I may be the one drinking the water, Jason, but both of us are being changed by its power.  Feel it, son?”

 

“Yes sir, I do.  It’s so amazing.”

 

“Yes it is.  I think that we should call it a day, boy.  You’ve worked hard, again, today and I’m very proud.  I see that the two big boys are starting to come around from their post-Roman fuck slumber and our workout has made me super horny.  I think I’ll take them back to my condo in midtown and give them both some seconds.  I’m pretty sure they’re going to wake up craving more pounding from my meat.  And even if they don’t, they’re going to get it anyway.  Your legs steady enough to get you home, boy?”

 

“Yes sir.  I might need to rest a little longer before leaving, but I’ll be fine.”

 

“That’s good son.  We’ll take a break from working out tomorrow, but I think it’s time you came to my place so we can get to know each other a little better.  We’ll meet here at the same time and then we’ll grab some take-out for lunch.  I don’t know my way around a kitchen.  See you tomorrow, Jason.”

 

“I can’t wait, sir.”

 

Roman hoisted the two awakening bodybuilders back onto his monstrous shoulders and walked away.  I watched him leave and marveled at how deep my connection to the man had become.  I trusted and loved the guy completely.  I was amazed that I felt absolutely no jealousy towards the two men that were about to get to experience the powerful lovemaking of my muscle daddy, but I knew it was just temporary.  I knew we had two more vials to go.  The big man just needed a way to release the sexual tension that developed every time we were around each other and, especially, after we worked out together.  I was also deeply aware of his intense desire for me – something I had not been tuned into before.  Today’s vial had been about much more than just making Roman physically beautiful.  That was part of the total picture, but he had already been gorgeous to me – the perfect man.  The change had been mostly internal for both of us.  His beauty clearly radiated from within – his muscles being just icing on the already very tasty cake underneath.  I suddenly understood that if Roman went back to being the shy un-mustached skinny guy of a few days ago, I would still love him deeply because I now knew what was buried deep within his soul.  I knew who he was at his core.  I also knew that I would be able to help him release his inner self, just as he was doing for me.  I realized that I would be able to see the huge confident muscle daddy deep in his eyes, even if he didn’t.  That’s how Roman could see the huge beast-like body that I would become – even before I could, he knew of my potential because he could see my inner self.  Every fiber of my body ached to be held by the big man, but I reminded myself that there were just two vials left.  I knew we needed to wait until the finished product was revealed.  My excitement about being able to be at Roman’s condo – alone with him for a meal – gave me enough inner strength to wobble my tired ass out of the gym and head home.  I was worried that my legs would stop working before I made it to a hot bath, but – as it had been every other day – my cock stayed hard way into the evening.  It was a continual reminder of what Roman could easily do to my body. 

 

**********  

 

Vial 6

 

That night I officially became Roman obsessed.  My legs could barely support me moving from chair to kitchen since the big man had worked me so hard, but I didn’t care.  Every thought and every urge was directed toward the muscle daddy of my dreams.  I was still clearly overwhelmed with the effects of the fifth vial – making the man handsome.  I don’t know what I had expected from that particular dose of Aunt Hildie’s concoction, but the results had been way beyond my wildest dreams.  The man’s muscular tanned mature face was now imbedded in my mind, as was his humongous gorgeous body.  I looked at the hulking doublewide stainless steel fridge in my kitchen and it reminded me of the man’s big frame.  I tried to distract myself by looking at porn on the computer, but every face seemed deficient when compared to the man lurking in my thoughts.  I even found myself looking at heavy pieces of furniture as future things the man might easily lift to show off.  Roman was slowly becoming my own personal superhero, if not some kind of demi-god.  And all these obsessive thoughts didn’t come close to how I craved sexual pleasure from the big older man.  I pinched my perpetually hard nipples and dreamed it was Roman’s teeth nipping at my nubs.  I found myself constantly daydreaming of what his thick cock would feel like in my mouth or, better yet, in my pulsing tight ass.  Any thought of the big man’s pole actually made my hole pucker with joy – and caused my butt cheeks to squeeze together in anticipation of the overwhelming pain-mixed-with-pleasure when his huge shaft plunged forcefully into my submissive body. 

 

Because of these day dreams, I ceased to notice the intense pain that still tormented my body from the recent lifting with daddy Roman.  It still amazed me how the man had been able to find ways to push my already huge muscles to new heights.  I could feel my big self growing – not just maintaining my size, but actually moving beyond what I thought were my limits.  The gray-haired behemoth mentor knew how to isolate parts of my body that I had forgotten existed.  It was clearly me having an obsession for the improved daddy since the incredible pain that shot through every part of my body when I moved was quickly becoming a huge turn on.  My own cock would shoot harder every time I felt terrible aching in muscles being awakened to new growth, caused by Roman’s expertise in the gym.  I stood up beside the chair where I was resting and, while holding on to the arm, I squatted down to feel the mind-numbing pain in my quads and calves – something that actually caused pre-cum to seep out of my throbbing dick head.  It was just too exciting to feel this vividly what Roman was causing to explode in my body – both internally and in my muscles.  While pushing my wobbling legs back up to standing position, a thought hit me like a ton of bricks.  I was head over heels in love.  I was legs “thrown over my shoulders” in love.  I was “bend my body” over the nearest piece of furniture and spread my ass cheeks wide in love.  So much joy enveloped my huge frame with this revelation that I lost control in many ways – my cock started to spew big gobs of Roman-induced juice, tears streamed down my face, and I was forced to sit down because my legs gave out.  Since I had chosen to remain nude for the evening since clothes actually caused my sore muscles to hurt even more, I shot volleys of hot jism all over the coffee table and sofa in front of me.  My blissful sobs of joy mixed with pain actually caused me to slightly miss the excitement and pleasure of the powerful ejaculation. 

 

I, Jason, the more than handsome bodybuilder and huge cock tease, had fallen deeply in love.  It was something so unfathomable to me that it actually caught me off guard.  I had always been the guy that broke hearts; never meeting anyone that could live up to my expectations so I had merely closed myself off to the idea of caring as deeply as I now did for Roman.  I was the invincible muscleman – oblivious to the sting of cupid’s arrow.  How in the hell had I suddenly become this blubbering lovesick mound of aching meaty bulges.  The answer came quickly – Aunt Hildie’s concoction.  A sudden panic attack happened as quickly as the answer had come.  Was Roman’s desire for me and my intense love for him simply because of some potion I had given him?  The impact of the man’s expertise in lifting could be felt in every muscle of my body, so I knew that part of the vials’ work was true – but what about the inner enhancements?  Were those changes just as true?  Did the enriched water amplify what already existed in Roman, as I had thought all along, or did it simply create what I secretly longed for?  Was I Frankenstein and Roman was my muscle daddy monster or had I merely unleashed the powerful beast living within the man?  My cock was actually still dribbling thick cum as my mind tried to sort through all of these questions.  Tears still streamed down my face, but the incredible joy I had felt earlier was now gone.  My overwhelming desire for Roman was now mixed with worry and fear – that everything bonding the two of us together was built on something made up and false.  I tried to force this sudden doubt out of my mind and re-focus my thoughts on the hot body of my muscle daddy, his fucking manly mustache, and his inner masculine maturity that stoked my fire, but it was no good.  A budding fear was slowly creeping into all of my lustful thoughts about Roman.  With Aunt Hildie’s help I had created the perfect muscled robot – a guy that had no free will.  Roman was forced to want me because of what was in the vials – it didn’t come from a deep place in his soul.  I now cried because I suddenly felt very alone.  The man of my dreams was an obedient slave – created by a magic potion.

 

I fell asleep in the chair, exhausted from all the mental angst raging through my mind.  My dreams, however, were still heaven-blessed fantasies of Roman’s muscles and the big man growing my body even more muscular than it already was.  I awoke late in the morning with another aching hard-on.  The doubt from the evening before was still present in my subconscious, but the pleasure from a cum-filled cock overpowered all other thoughts.  Visions of my final dream before waking still lingered in my head and I started stroking my morning wood as I focused on them.  I had been dreaming of sitting in Roman’s lap, with his hard cock up my ass, as we both curled heavy dumbbells to pump up our already insanely large biceps.  The big man pulsed his crotch into my butt each time we brought the weights up to the peak of the flex – causing me to get some extra punch to the lift.  The big man also kissed the back of my neck each time and spoke encouraging words – commenting on the size of my arms, saying how much he loved being inside me, and constantly complimenting my new size.  The sensation of being filled by his hefty meat, the tight pump that I experienced each time my arm tensed upright, and the sweet nothings I imagined Roman was saying to me was enough to send me over the edge.  My morning wood quickly became a cannon blasting off a repeat round of thick volleys of cum across the room – streaking the same places as my load had the night before.  The magazines on the coffee table were going to have to be tossed in the trash and the sofa was going to need a thorough cleaning. 

 

Again, my post-ejaculation glow quickly turned into doubt, my mind now being able to return to thoughts about how the vials had created the man of my dreams and that it was all probably fake.  I knew there was part of me that wanted to say ‘who the hell cares’ and go forward, living a life of total bliss with a giant muscle daddy.  But there was another part of me that knew how much I had fallen in love and the thought of Roman not loving me in the same natural way caused great trepidation.  I wanted the big man to desire me because of the person I was and not due to some concoction I had given him.  I wanted our first act of joyful man-on-man sex to be something he chose freely and not because of something he drank from a vial.  I wanted to know that Roman truly loved me as much as I loved him.

 

A glance at the clock quickly snapped me out of my venture into doubt and self-pity. I noticed that I had slept a lot longer than I had thought and I only had about thirty minutes before my appointed time to meet Roman.  I immediately jumped into action – the thought of seeing the huge muscle daddy overruling any anxiety I was feeling.  I ignored the cum-covered coffee table and sofa, jumped in the shower quickly, and was on my way to the gym after taking only ten minutes to get ready.

 

When I stepped into the open area of the gym I was instantly greeted with a vision of the gigantic Roman working out in the middle of the room.  It was like a hundred spotlights created a magnetic glow around the man.  The first thing I noticed – and it made my cock shoot achingly hard in mere seconds – was that the man had clearly grown since yesterday.  I couldn’t believe my eyes.  Roman’s body seemed thicker at every mind-blowing bulging muscle.  The guy hulked out in a way that was intoxicatingly sexy and super masculine at the same time.  And the guy was covered in sweat – his skin-tight wet t-shirt stretched so thinly across his body that I could see the matted down hair covering his chest and bulky abdominals.  The word that came to mind was tank – the guy was a sweaty tank with beads of sweat dripping from his forehead and chin.  The heavy layer of salty liquid covering his body made his arms glisten like the sun.  My mouth went dry from the immediate lust that devoured my body.  I found that I was breathing heavier – almost grunting like a gorilla in heat – and my body was actually shaking with desire for the older beast.  There were a few holes in the flimsy white shirt and I was positive they had been formed during the workout he was obviously ending.  I strolled across the room in my khakis and dress shirt, wishing I were nude so I could entice the huge muscle man to take me right there in the middle of the gym.  His body, his gorgeous face, and his perfect mustache made me immediately forget all anxiety and doubt that had crept into my mind over the last few hours.  The plain fact was that I wanted this man almost as much as I wanted to breathe.  Every fiber of my body – especially my rock-hard prick – craved this older muscle god.  Suddenly, I didn’t care if the vials had caused him to want me – I was just happy that the mountain of hard bulges chose to give me the time of day, let alone take me under his wing.  I was the luckiest guy in the world and I was about to have lunch with the hunkiest daddy in the world.  The smile that broke out across Roman’s face when he noticed me walking up made my legs actually wobble with nervousness.  I felt like I was in the presence of a Greek muscled deity. 

 

“Fuck, son, you dress up nice.  Old Roman could almost eat you up, you look so good.  I popped a stiff one just from one glance at your fine body.  You fill out a shirt like a man’s suppose to, Jason.  Thoughts of you, boy, made my workout for the last three hours so intense that I think I packed on five pounds of new muscle.”

 

“I think it’s all in your arms, sir.”

 

“Yeah, you noticed that, did you?  I feel the growth there, especially.  I lifted some fucking heavy weight as I visualized doing things to your body that when they actually happen you’re going to feel like you’ve died and gone to heaven.”

 

“Gazing on your huge sweaty body makes me think I’m already there, sir.”

 

“Damn, boy, you’ve made my cock pulse up even harder than it was before just from seeing you all dressed up.  I’m not sure the clothes I’ve got in the locker room are going to hold a candle to the sexiness you’re blasting off.  I may have to buy some new threads to match all of your handsome perfection.”

 

“I think maybe no clothes on you would be perfection, sir.”

 

“You might be right today, J-boy.  I lifted enough weight during my workout to equal shoving an entire city block about a hundred feet.  I was on fire today, man.  I got home yesterday and fucked the hell out of those two bodybuilders again – just because working out with you got me so juiced up.  They’re still at home passed out on the bed.  They begged me to leave them at home and let them get some sleep.  I granted their wish, but only on the stipulation that they’d be out of there by the time I returned for lunch with you.  At one point last night, I plopped one big guy on the other’s hard dick and then lifted both men up onto my hard missile – plowing the guy on the bottom so hard that it gave intense pleasure to both men.  You should have seen me holding both big bodies up in the air as I stood there pumping my huge rod into that tight ass.  My fat balls have become a cum-factory, churning out juice as fast as I can move from one man’s ass to the next.  Those big boys probably aren’t sitting down for weeks, Jason.”

 

“I can’t believe it, Roman.  You’re just so gigantic everywhere I look.”

 

“Yeah, you like your big daddy’s hot body, don’t you, J-boy?”

 

“Yes sir.”

 

“Well how about I get a little special water from you, son, and then I’ll go throw on my shorts and tank-top and we’ll be on our way to get some grub.  How does that sound?”

 

“Incredible.  I’m very excited about you having more of my family’s water, sir.”

 

“So am I, son, so am I.  I’m beginning to not remember what the vials have done to me, but I know they help me a lot.”

 

I watched as the muscleman drank the bottle of water I handed to him.  Droplets of sweat hung off of his handlebar ‘stache and his gray hair was matted down on his head – giving him even more of an older jock-stud look than before.  I watched as his muscled neck swallowed the liquid in what was basically one gulp.  I imagined the fluid going into his body as my eyes roamed down his mega broad shoulders, over his mammoth pecs, and then down his beautiful solid midsection.  I felt myself getting light headed as I took in all of Roman’s beautiful physique and realized that he truly did seem larger.  I watched as his face revealed that the water was working its magic.  My cock started to stir to attention even more than it already was – something I noticed was happening to his own hefty meat, as well.  

 

“That is very good stuff, Jason.  Let me step into the back for a few minutes, Jason, and I’ll be ready to go.”

 

“Yes sir.”

 

There was something in the way that Roman excused himself that was totally new and super exciting.  I could tell there was a change to his personality, but I didn’t get a good enough glimpse of how the water had changed him to figure out what it was.  He still had that unbelievable sexy sparkle in his eye and he carried himself with so much confidence that it bordered on cocky, but there was something definitely different.  It was something about the way he carried himself – something in the way he said he’d be ready in a few minutes.  I watched every head follow him as he walked by different people in the gym.  He caught everyone’s attention and it was clear that each man wanted Roman in a powerful way.  As I waited for Roman I began to think it might be necessary for me to beat off before we went to lunch at his place.  I had never been so sexually turned on in my entire life.  I could not believe that I, a gorgeous hung of a bodybuilder, was head-over-heels in love with someone.  It was way beyond infatuation.  It bordered on stalker level.  I craved Roman on some internal level that I had never experienced before.  When I closed my eyes I could picture every muscled curve of his body, every gray streaked hair on his head and mustache, and every beautiful mature masculine part of his face.  I began to think that the aches and pains I felt in my body were not from the intense workouts my daddy put me through, but were actually pining throbs of desire for the man.  I suddenly started to doubt that going to his condo was a good idea – for fear that I would not be able to wait for the final vial of Aunt Hildie’s concoction before attacking the gorgeous specimen.  My erotic dreams of the muscled man were suddenly interrupted when I noticed that the gym had suddenly become as silent as a library.  Without even opening my eyes I knew that Roman had emerged from the locker room.  I was petrified that raising my eyelids and beholding all of his magnificence was going to make my cock spew with more pressure than a badly shaken two-liter cola.  I could not, however, refrain from seeing what was causing the entire gym to freeze in place. 

 

What greeted my opened eyes could only be described as what people saw when they beheld an angel in heaven.  Standing on this side of the door to the locker room was the beautiful and impeccably dressed body of wet-dream-come-true muscle daddy Roman.  The big man was pulling gently on the cuffs of a beautiful light blue dress shirt underneath the jacket of a perfect cream-colored Armani linen suit.  The giant man still looked butch as hell, but now there was an air of style and grace surrounding him that made James Bond seem like a hick.  My mouth dropped open wide as I drank in all of the man’s tanned hugeness.  The handlebar ‘stache looked as tailored as the suit, the man’s head of attractive senior hair looked like it had just been styled by the world’s best hairdresser, and the massive muscled body looked even larger covered by a wardrobe that clearly cost a year’s worth of my salary.  When the man finally looked at me it was like lightning bolts shot out of his eyes into my chest – that’s how bowled over I was by his gorgeousness.  Clearly defined muscles bulged and relaxed as the man-angel walked towards me.  I knew, before he even reached my area of the gym, that the newly improved Roman out-classed me by many levels.  I even smelled his incredible cologne before he got close.  I had never felt so inferior in my entire life.  The only thing that saved me – that made me even remotely capable of speaking to the man – was his intensely confident and inviting smile.

 

“Are you ready for lunch, Jason?”

 

I couldn’t form words for a few seconds.  The man was even more stunning up close and personal.  I could not take my eyes from his – it was like some powerful light beaming from within him hypnotized me.  I closed my gaping mouth, licked my lips, and attempted a smile.  By this point I had forgotten he had asked a question.  I was simply basking in the beauty of the man – overwhelmed that this god had chosen to speak to me, even though I knew him so well.  Roman did not embarrass me by asking the question again or by saying anything.  He simply did the polite thing and waited for me to gain control of my body and mind.  I suddenly realized that our interaction called for some kind of response from me.  I dug deep into my soul and gathered all of my strength in order to offer the only reply that fitted such an astonishingly handsome and well-built classy man.

 

“Yes sir.”

 

Roman bent down and grabbed my gym bag and then held out his hand to me.  He held out his beautifully manicured thick manly palm and fingers, causing me to feel like fucking Cinderella meeting the prince as I placed my smaller hand in his.  His fingers firmly clasped around mine and his arm didn’t budge as I pulled my entire weight upward using him as my anchor.  The man’s massive linen-covered limb stayed in place as my huge body unsteadily stood and pressed into him.  As soon as he sensed that I had command over my legs he released my hand and moved his perfect paw to the small of my muscled back to guide me out of the gym.  As we walked through the big room I felt a rush of pride flow through my body knowing that everyone else was jealous as hell because I was leaving with this man.  I was sure that every person in the place – whether gay, straight, male, or female – wanted to be with Roman.  I felt like I had just been crowned queen of some fucking parade and every other girl in town was full of murderous envy.  Roman reached out to open the door for me and allowed me to walk through first – a move that was both alpha-cocky and gentlemanlike at the same time.  My brain was on stimulation overload as we walked toward the parking lot.  In the bright sunlight I was able to regain a little of my own confidence and I stared at my striking friend as he put on what I knew were ridiculously expensive face-complimenting sunglasses.  The good-looking mega stud smiled at me and guided me to a dark blue Porshe Cabriolet turbo coup.  It was my dream car of all dream cars and the top was already down.  Roman opened my door and actually slid his hand down to my ass to half guide-half lift me into the seat.  The overtly virile move thrilled me beyond what I could have imagined and my cock actually started to throb achingly from being too hard. 

 

“Your obvious arousal, young man, is very flattering.  I hope I am not causing you any discomfort.”

 

“No sir.”

 

My answer came quickly because I did not want to disappoint the man in any way.  I could not have this hunk of muscle daddy perfection think for a second that anything he did bothered me in any way.  That would have made me very sad.  I wanted him to sense that I was literally on cloud nine whenever he was around – and even when he wasn’t, for that matter.  As he moved around to his side of the car I quickly looked down at myself to make sure I looked presentable for the man.  I immediately felt underdressed, not muscular enough, and inadequate in my handsomeness – all new feelings for me, which he must have sensed when he easily squeezed his huge frame into the driver seat.

 

“You look exquisite, Jason.”

 

My heart nearly exploded with delight.  Roman had looked deep into my eyes and praised me in a way that melted any self-doubt that had entered my brain.  It was a comment that had been mixed with a command, a compliment, and an invitation all at the same time.  He was ordering me to be happy with myself – a demand I could not say no to.  He was admiring me in a way that thrilled me like a young schoolgirl.  And he was requesting that I view myself through his eyes – something that empowered me to rekindle my own self-worth.  My cock twitched with excitement – a movement in my pants that did not go unnoticed by my huge date.  He smiled to himself and started the car.  As we pulled out of the parking lot of the gym I noticed that Roman turned in the opposite direction of mid-town – the area of his condo.

 

“I thought you lived in the opposite direction.”

 

“No, I live at the beach.  What made you think that?”

 

“Well yesterday you said . . . um, never mind.  I was mistaken.  I can’t wait to see your place.  Where shall we stop to get lunch?”

 

“I’ve already made lunch for us, Jason.  I hope that is okay.”

 

“Oh, yes . . . yes, it’s fine.  I just thought you said you couldn’t . . . uh . . . just forget it.”

 

Roman smiled at me – again, it was a smile that put me at ease instantly.  I also suddenly realized what was happening.  Aunt Hildie’s concoction changed everything – not just the man, but also everything around the man.  Roman was not the same guy as the day before.  The clothes were different, the car was different, and the house was different – just as his attitude and demeanor were different.  I had wanted a cultured muscle daddy and the concoction did not disappoint.  This was a little hard for me to grasp as we traveled down the road toward the coast.  I knew we were going to what most people considered the ritzy part of town.  I was trying to understand how the vials were completely changing the man I had met in the gym just a few days before.  It was clear that Roman remembered nothing of his former self and I could not decide if this was a good thing or not.  I loved the new improved Roman, but I also had come to love the inner Roman – the original guy I had encountered.  I also again wondered if the man I had created only liked me because of the magic in the water.  I realized that most men would have said ‘what the hell’ and just accepted things as they were, but I couldn’t do that.  I desperately wanted Roman to love me on his own – not because of what I had wished for.  Only the big gorgeous body of the elder man sitting in the car helped me to stuff all these feelings deep inside.  I wanted to enjoy this day without second guessing everything.  I knew the time of reckoning would come with the last vial.  I leaned back in my leather seat, turned to look at the smiling face of the man I now loved, and sighed out loud before I even realized what I was doing.  It was a sound of contentment and joy.  It was also noticed by my huge date for the day.

 

“Happy, Jason?”

 

“Very.”

 

“I’m glad.  I’m very happy, too.”

 

“I hope so.”

 

“What is there not to be happy about – I’m tooling down the road with a gorgeous man and the sun is shining brightly.  It’s a perfect day.”

 

“I couldn’t agree more.  You know, that suit highlights your muscles perfectly.”

 

“Thanks, big guy.  I have a gay tailor that seems to only put me in tight clothing.  He says when he dresses me it’s like I’m his work of art.”

 

“I’ll say.”

 

“We should get him to make you some clothes.  I think he’d love dressing you, too.”

 

“I’m afraid I couldn’t afford your tailor, Roman.”

 

“It could be a little gift from me to you.  After all, your family’s water continues to improve my body.  It’s the least I could do.”

 

“How much do you remember about your life before the water, Roman?”

 

“What do you mean?”

 

“Well, for starters, how long have you lived at the beach?”

 

“For years.  That’s a funny question.”

 

“How long have you been big, Roman?”

 

“Ever since I started working out – in my teens.  I mean I wasn’t this big, of course, that’s what your family’s water did to me.  It made me get a lot bigger.”

 

“It sure did.”

 

I now understood that Roman was slowly becoming completely the man I had dreamed of when I wrote to Aunt Hildie.  Her potion was working perfectly and, yet, I was getting more nervous about its effects.  Roman still had free will – since he had not taken the last vial.  Since the final drink of water was labeled ‘loving’ and Aunt Hildie had made this liquid for me – it was clear that that dose would make Roman’s huge body, his mature and cocky attitude, and his cultured flair all directed towards me.  And while the thought of this made me extremely excited, I began to wonder if it was truly what I wanted.  If I was I turning Roman into a robot that automatically became and did everything I wanted, was that truly love?  Or was it making him my muscle slave?  He clearly remembered drinking the water, but he was slowly forgetting how dramatically it changed him.  I must have had a worried look on my face, which Roman noticed.

 

“It looks like my gorgeous boy needs some food, quickly.  Hang on there, sport, we’re almost to my place.”

 

We shortly pulled into the garage of what could only be described as the beach house of my dreams.  It made sense that the house would be what I liked, since the water was turning Roman into my dream man.  As we entered the brightly sun-lit house I recognized a Lucien Freud painting I had always admired, some pieces of sculpture that I had dreamed of owning if ever I won the lottery, and noticed that the place was filled with pieces of my dream furniture.  At this point I began to freak out a little.  It was like I had created an alternate universe for myself.  All of this anxiety disappeared, however, as soon as Roman took off his coat inside the front door.  The light blue silk shirt clung to the muscle daddy’s body in a way that was erotically flattering and emphasized the man’s torso perfectly.  An overwhelming desire for the muscle god welled up in my body and helped me to forget about being freaked out.  I stopped in my tracks and stared open-mouthed at the mustached daddy in front of him.  Roman let out a soft chuckle and walked over to close my mouth by placing a thick finger underneath my chin and pushing upward.  The physical contact snapped me out of my lustful trance.

 

“I picked this shirt out just for you, sweet boy, so I’m glad you approve.”

 

“What’s not to approve – you look good enough to eat.  I think you’ve grown since yesterday.”

 

“I hope so.  You’ve gained about ten pounds of muscle yourself.”

 

“No way, I haven’t gained anything in about ten months.  I think I’ve hit my plateau.”

 

“Really?  Check out the scale in the master bathroom down the hall – I think you’ll be surprised.  I’ll pour us some Prosecco and finish getting lunch ready.  We’ll eat out on the deck, if that’s okay with you.”

 

“That sounds great.  I’m telling you you’re wrong, though, about the added pounds.”

 

I walked down the hall, marveling at every detail of the beautiful home.  The master bedroom seemed made for a movie and had all the gadgets and furniture I had ever wanted.  I stepped on the top-of-the-line electric scale in the incredible bathroom and was, again, shocked beyond words.  I had actually gained about twelve pounds and I instantly knew it was all muscle.  Roman’s incredible tips in the gym had worked miracles, even in just a few short days.  My head spun in disbelief.  I reached out and grabbed hold of the beautifully tiled counter to steady myself.  I also let out a gasp because I had thought it impossible to grow any more.  Roman obviously heard me, even from down the hall.

 

“I told you so, Jason.  Stick with me, kid, and we’re going to blow your mind all the time.  Come get lunch.”

 

I was, again, surprised by the changes in Roman when I gazed at what he had prepared for lunch.  The day before he had said he did not know his way around the kitchen, but the spread on the table in front of me rivaled anything made by Ina Garten, the Barefoot Contessa.  There were some light appetizers, a seafood salad, and a couple of options for dessert.  A wine that Roman had chosen specifically to compliment the food accompanied every part of the meal.  He explained perfectly how each drink brought out different parts of the dish it was partnered with.  I quickly realized that the ‘culture’ vial of water had made the huge man a walking encyclopedia for art, architecture, food, music, and so much more.  He had become a true renaissance man with a body to die for.  I tried desperately to focus on what Roman was saying as he spoke, but my eyes kept wandering to his fur-covered chest, exposed by the open shirt, and his bulging arms.  It became clear that Roman realized what I was doing but he never commented on it – ever the gentleman.  The meal was exquisite and I eagerly complimented every part of the meal.  Later, after we had rinsed everything and loaded the dishwasher, Roman made a proposal that made my heart stop.

 

“I was wondering, Jason, if you might care to stay the night.  I believe it’s okay for me to take the last vial at midnight and we might want to see what comes after that.”

 

We were standing at the edge of Roman’s large deck that stuck out over the ocean.  His eyes and entire body seemed to reflect the astounding beauty of the water below.  The muscled daddy radiated strength, sensitivity, and manliness – all at the same time.  My legs began to wobble from excitement at the idea of spending the night with Roman.  I knew the final vial was in my gym bag in the entranceway and, clearly, he did, too.  During the meal, however, I had begun to contemplate not giving him the final vial.  My fear about Roman not having the free will to choose to love me was causing doubt about finishing what I had begun.  I figured I could leave things as they were right now and our relationship could develop naturally.  It was clear that we were wildly attracted to each other.  My hesitation was not lost on the big man.

 

“What is it, Jason?”

 

“I was thinking you might not want to take the last vial of water.  I mean, look at how you’ve changed already.  I think it’s enough, don’t you?”

 

“I’m not sure, Jason.  I’ve begun to forget what the vials have done to me.  I know I’ve taken them and I remember they come from you, but I don’t recall who I was before you shared them with me.  I understand, however, somewhere in my gut, that I need to take them all.  It’s a packaged deal and we need to trust that.  You feel it, too, don’t you.”

 

“No, Roman, I don’t.  I can’t explain it all to you, but I think the last vial will change you in a way that’s not good.  I originally wanted . . . I mean the original plan was to take them all, but I’m not sure that’s a good idea now.”

 

“I think we should stick to the original plan.  You should trust the vials, son.”

 

“How about we don’t make a decision until midnight.  Okay, Roman.  Let’s just have the evening to ourselves – just as we are right now – and then we can see what we want to do later on.”

 

“If that’s what you want, Jason, then we’ll wait to make the decision.  I don’t think I’ll be changing my mind, though.  I’ve just got a gut feeling that I need to complete whatever transformation that has taken place.”

 

“You really can’t remember anything, Roman?”

 

“I have a vague memory of growing – both the muscles and the mustache – and I kind of remember having a different personality, but it’s getting more and more sketchy all the time.  I just know that you’ve helped me a lot and I want to return the favor by making you grow bigger.  I also feel a strong voice in my head that says I shouldn’t be physically intimate with you in any way until after the last vial.  My gut tells me that the changes won’t take hold or something like that if we hook up in any way.”

 

Roman’s gut feeling resonated with a similar hunch that was eating away at my own stomach.  I had slowly realized that Aunt Hildie’s concoction would only be permanent if Roman drank every vial – but I also had come to understand that the last vial would probably erase all memories of his former self and make him my own hugely muscled adoring daddy boyfriend, but it wouldn’t be his choice.  Roman would be responding to the magic of Aunt Hildie’s concoction and love me unconditionally.  It was every gay man’s dream - to have a muscle daddy slave - but I had begun to wonder if it was truly what I wanted.  I had set out to make the perfect man – and in almost every way Roman had become exactly what I wanted, but I now doubted my dream.  I wondered if it would be better to let Roman go back to being the man I had met in the gym a few days ago and love the inner muscle daddy I knew existed inside him  - knowing that his mind was clear and his decisions were his own.  Or would it satisfy me more to have him be the perfect specimen of manhood now, but understand that he adored me only because of Aunt Hildie’s concoction.  I was leaning toward the former because I thought that I would be able to, over many years, release the inner Roman and come somewhat close to what he was right now, but there were no guarantees.

 

“Just because we can’t do anything too intimate until after the last vial, Jason, doesn’t mean we can’t have a little fun this afternoon.”

 

“What do you mean, Roman?”

 

“I mean a guy can still look, even if he can’t touch.  I’d like to see you flex for me, boy.  It would be good to see what my training has done to you.  And if I choose to get a little relief from all this pent up tension, well, there seems to be little harm in that.”

 

My cock, which had become deflated during my inner turmoil about the last vial, suddenly shot back to being fully hard – achingly hard, as a matter of fact.  The thought of seeing my muscle daddy work off a little sexual tension was enough to almost bring me to an uncontrollable explosion.  At the same time, though, the thought of posing for my dream man intimidated me.  I had been a natural exhibitionist ever since I had added my first few pounds of muscle as a young man.  I was a champion bodybuilder that usually strutted through the gym like I owned the place.  What was happening to me?  Roman, the elder muscle god of my dreams; was making me embarrassed about my body – my huge body.  It was just that he was so much larger and muscle-packed than me – it caused me to feel inadequate.  I looked down at the ground – torn between intense lust at the thought of seeing Roman pump his huge cock and extreme discomfort at the idea of stripping down to some posers for this gorgeous man.  Again, the giant muscle daddy in front of me sensed my awkwardness perfectly.

 

“You have nothing to be shy about, boy.  You’re fucking gorgeous.  Don’t compare yourself to me, son.  We’re going to get you this huge very soon.  And right now, you’re more muscled than almost ninety-nine percent of the world.  Your body gets this huge muscle daddy worked up more than you’ll ever know.  Hell, I’d throw you down on this deck and fuck the shit out of that tight ass right now if I didn’t know it would break the spell you’ve been feeding me in that water.  We might be tempting fate getting naked and everything, but I’m just not sure I can take being this close to you and not chugging out a big load.  How about I open a six hundred dollar bottle of wine, we get a little drunk, and you show off that fucking hot body for your daddy.  What do you say, son?”

 

“I say I’ll get the opener while you get the bottle of wine.”

 

We stood there staring at each other for a few seconds.  I was seriously worried that we were going to pounce on each other for some throw down man-on-man sex and forget about Aunt Hildie’s last vial.  I’d be lying if I said that part of me didn’t wish that we would, but Roman broke the tension by letting out a loud, somewhat uncultured cowboy yell, pounded his huge thick chest with his fists a couple of times and then backed away to go get the wine - never taking his eyes off of mine until he got to the door.  I exhaled loudly after he disappeared and immediately sank into one of the oversized cushioned deck chairs.  I felt light-headed – mainly because all of the blood in my body was pumping powerfully into my stiff cock – and worried that I might pass out from the excitement Roman caused in my body.  I wanted to feel his huge muscles pressed up against my hard body so badly that I worried I was going to burst into flames from the heat he produced within me.  I saw the same exact lust in Roman’s eyes.  He desired me as much as I desired him – even before he drank the last vial.  It suddenly dawned on me that if I could be convinced that Roman loved me unconditionally prior to taking the last vial then maybe the guilt I felt about turning him into an unknowing slave could evaporate from my mind.  If he was already a total lovesick puppy – devoted to me – then I didn’t have to worry about what Aunt Hildie’s concoction did to him.  I realized I had already begun to rationalize reasons for giving the last vial to Roman – again, a sure sign I was head over heels in love with him.  The big man clearing his voice interrupted my mental revelry.  I looked up and gasped out loud when I saw my muscle daddy standing over me holding a bottle of wine and realized he had taken off his beautiful shirt.  I had seen his upper body many times before, but the intensified sexual tension between us caused me to take in his massiveness in a new and exciting way. 

 

“Somebody was dreaming of his muscle daddy so much that he forgot to get the opener.”

 

“Guilty as charged, sir.”

 

“Not to worry, I stopped by the kitchen to lose the shirt and grab the corkscrew.”

 

“Watch out when you say ‘screw’ big man – I may not be able to prevent myself from attacking you.”

 

“No, no, dreamboat, we have to wait until after midnight for all that touchy-feely stuff.  That means we have about eight hours to kill.  I’m thinking we can find a lot of things to do to keep our hands occupied until then.  Watch this little trick I learned today, sport.”

 

Roman pushed out his monstrous pecs and held the bottle of wine in the deep valley between the hard mounds of flesh.  He then tensed his chest causing a ton of striations to become noticeable even through the fur covering the huge muscles.  I watched in awe and lust as he dropped his hand and the wine bottle stayed tightly in place.  I then loved every second of the show as he took the kitchen tool and proceeded to uncork the bottle while he held it in place with just his pecs.  Some of the deep burgundy wine squirted out on his right massive pec shelf as he pulled out the cork and I immediately wanted to lick it up – excited about tasting the mixture of his salty sweat and the sweet wine.  Roman shook his finger back and forth at me and shook his head from side to side.

 

“Not yet, sexy big boy.  Cool your jets.  Did you like my trick?”

 

“Look to my crotch for your answer, daddy.”

 

“Ummm, indeed you did.  Care for some wine?”

 

“Only if I can slurp it up from within that big crevice between those massive muscled puppies!”

 

“Maybe later on, boy, maybe later on.  Right now, you’ll have to settle for a glass.  I also think we should simply sit here for a while and sip our wine – before we start your little show.  I think we are both too wired for any kind of stimulation right now.  We might not be able to control our hands.”

 

“Or our cocks.”

 

“So true, my young pup, so true.”

 

Roman poured both of us a big glass of the wine and almost all thoughts of sex immediately left my mind after he swirled my glass for a few seconds and then allowed me to sip some of the unbelievable aged vino.  It was like having a sweet grape orgasm in my mouth.  I had never tasted something so incredible.  Roman could instantly tell how much I loved the wine and this pleased him very much.  He sat down in another deck chair, across from me, and watched intently as I took my second sip.  I was blown away by the taste even more the second time. 

 

“He likes the wine.  I see my boy has good taste.”

 

“Of course.  I chose you, didn’t I?”

 

“Smooth, sir, smooth.”

 

“Almost as smooth as your wine, daddy.”

 

“When you call me daddy, Jason, it takes every ounce of my strength not to leap from this chair and throw my big body on top of you.  Who knows what would happen after that.”

 

“Daddy, daddy, daddy.”

 

“You, my friend, are incorrigible.”

 

We both took a long sip of wine and stared into each other’s eyes.  It was a natural break in the strenuous work of not attacking each other.  The air was filled with the kind of sexual tension that was so palpable we both knew that even a stiff wind could send us over the edge.  I wanted this elder specimen of muscled daddiness more than I had ever wanted anything in my entire life.  I was lost in his confidence and his masculine beauty.  I could not believe I had been granted the chance to create my fantasy man.  I mentally stumbled for a few seconds when the word ‘fantasy’ crept into my thoughts.  Is that what Roman was – just a fantasy?  Had I taken away his ability to choose things for himself and would the final vial seal his robotic love for me completely?  Suddenly, my mind was clear and I knew what I had to do.  I loved this man too much to make him my slave – even if his new body and his cocky attitude was everything I had ever wanted.  I made the decision that would cause me great grief, but I knew it was also the right thing to do.

 

“I need to step into the little boy’s room, sir.”

 

“You’ll find that there’s not any room here for little boys, Jason.”

 

“Well, then I need to step into the big boy’s room, sir.”

 

“No fair jerking off in there, big guy.  Save that sweet stuff for later on.”

 

“I wouldn’t think of it, sir.”

 

I placed my glass on a side table and slid off the chair.  I had to reach down and readjust my hard cock, so it would be easy to walk.  This caused Roman to chuckle slightly.  I looked down into his beautiful eyes and I immediately got the sense that he knew exactly what I was doing.  I thought I saw sadness in his eyes, but there was also some pride mixed in.  I was instantly confused and stopped in my tracks.  I must have had a quizzical look on my face.  Roman smiled at me and then nodded his head.

 

“A man has to do what he’s got to do.”

 

“What?”

 

“I mean, when you have to piss, you got to piss.  Am I right?”

 

“Um . . . yes . . . yes, sir.”

 

I moved away slowly and knew that Roman followed my every step.  I got the feeling we had not been talking about bodily functions.  It really creeped me out when it seemed that Roman knew what I was thinking.  I quickly moved into the house.  I walked to my gym bag in the foyer and grabbed the last vial.  Once inside the bathroom I stood over the toilet like a frozen statue – torn between what I knew was the right thing to do and what my cock told me was the thing that turned me on more than anything else in the world.  I did not want Roman to be a robot.  I did not want his love unless it was given freely.  I knew what I was about to do would mean that the muscle daddy of my dreams would be back to his original dweebish self by morning.  I also glanced around the fancy bathroom and realized the beach home would be gone, too.  Remembering that the house was furnished and decorated to my own taste hastened my decision – since it was a sign of the big man’s automatic commitment to me.  I opened the vial, sighed heavily, and then poured the liquid in the toilet – and flushed.  I immediately felt great relief with my decision, but I had to lower the seat cover and sit down to recover fully.  I had basically just given up on everything I ever dreamed of having.  I had watched Roman change into the muscled senior stud of all studs and now I was giving it all up.  But I realized I was sacrificing my own orgasmic happiness because I loved the man – the true man.  I had come to love everything about Roman.  I hoped that I would one day help him to once again become his present macho muscled self, but I realized it would be a long process.  The man sitting out on the deck existed somewhere within the original Roman – I knew that now - but I also understood that it might take a lifetime to help him reach his full potential.  I gathered my strength, wiped away the tears that had begun to fall down my cheeks, and returned the vial my bag as I made my way back outside.  I inhaled deeply, to regain some confidence, and stepped back out onto the deck.     

 

 

**********

 

I somehow felt amazingly calm and collected when I returned to the deck and beheld the beautiful Roman.  The heat of the day was causing him to perspire slightly and the light layer of water made it look like he had oiled up his big body.  He glistened like the water on the shore of a Greek isle.  He was lying there soaking up the rays of the setting sun with his eyes closed as I moved near him.  I stood there quietly, staring at the beautiful man.  He seemed larger than before.  I immediately thought it wasn’t possible, but then I remembered all the things that Aunt Hildie’s concoction had accomplished thus far.  Maybe the big man was still growing.  I tried to remember what Roman looked like before the transformation – and how he would again look this time tomorrow, but all I could picture was the way he was right now – muscled, mustached, and exuding cockiness and culture at the same time.  Actually, even I was beginning to forget the old Roman.  I tried desperately to memorize how he looked right at that moment so that over the coming years, as we hopefully rebuilt him to this point, I could remember what each part of him should look like.  I doubted we would ever reach the perfection in front of me, but maybe we could come close.  It didn’t even cross my mind how hard it would be to get Roman to be as confident and knowledgeable as he was right now, but only time would tell.  When he finally spoke, clearly having sensed that I was back, he did not open his eyes.

 

“Did you take care of everything, Jason?”

 

“I’m sorry?”

 

“Were you able to set things straight while you were inside?”

 

“Um . . . yes, yes I think I did.”

 

“That’s good.  Now, how about a little flexing for your ole buddy Roman?”

 

He finally opened his eyes.  There was a new twinkle there that I had not noticed before.  I quickly picked up that it existed because the big man was finally overtly flirting with me.  I had witnessed him mesmerize others with his charm and I also saw people follow his every move at the gym, but now the man was focused solely on me – and not like he focused on me when we worked out together.  No, the look in his eyes was purely sexual and it made my strong legs wobble.  Roman was looking at me with a smile that made it clear he would have fucked me silly right there and then if it had not been for the final vial – the vial that no longer existed since I had dumped it down the toilet.  Roman’s lustful staring turned me on in a way that I could not explain.  I wanted the man more than I wanted air or water.  I needed him to live.

 

“Um . . . I’m sorry, Roman?”

 

“Take your shirt off.”

 

I didn’t fully understand what he was asking, but I began to unbutton my shirt just because he had told me to.  I would have jumped off a cliff or in front of a charging bus if the guy had ordered it.  I was Roman’s puppy – obedient until the end.  I suddenly felt a pang of regret for having gotten rid of the last vial.  Being ordered around by a huge older muscle stud was such a turn on – such the fulfillment of all my lifelong dreams, but it was also false coming from this man.  Roman’s bravado was created by me – and Aunt Hildie’s concoction.  In less than twenty-four hours he would be back to the original smallish man I had met in the gym just a few days ago.  My present actions with the shirt reflected a need to satisfy the man sitting in the deck chair in front of me.  My mind and heart had already begun to plan how I might naturally build up the guy that had been the original cornerstone – the man I had met in the gym that first day.  By this point my shirt lay on the deck at my feet.  My upper body was completely exposed.

 

“Damn, you’re a beautiful man, Jason.  Your size and definition is amazing.  I could gaze on your incredible muscles forever.”

 

Roman’s words turned me on in a way that was unfathomable in every way – I didn’t realize I could become as jazzed about someone as I was about him at that moment.  Here was one of the sexiest and most fucking built men I had ever seen in my entire life talking about how beautiful and muscular I was – it was so surreal.  I watched in awe as Roman unzipped his pants and pulled out the most mouth-watering plump masculine cock I had ever seen – and started stroking the big thing slowly.  The muscle daddy of my dreams was getting his rocks off because of my body.  This was something I never thought I would live long enough to experience.  Suddenly, the deadline of midnight no longer mattered.  I didn’t care that Roman would be turning back to the man I had met in the gym a few days ago – it just didn’t matter.  Right now, at this moment, he was a huge guy that found me so irresistible that he had to jerk-off as he gazed upon my body.  I started to unzip my pants and push them down over my immense quads without having the stud request it.  I wanted to please Roman so much that I merely did what I sensed he desired.  I could not have guessed how right I truly was. 

 

“Aw hell, boy, you are making me crazy.  Just look at those huge legs.  You’ve got so much muscle in those quads I think it could take me years to count the striations.  And those fucking calves are as big as kegs!  Jason, you are the most beautiful man in the world.  I hope I can prevent myself from cumming too soon – I want to save myself for you later on.”

 

I was hoping the same thing about myself.  Seeing the huge muscled daddy stroking his big meat in the chair in front of me was almost too much.  I was as hard as stone and leaking a lot of pre.  I forced myself to stare at Roman’s face – avoiding his huge body and the pumping of his cock because I knew it would make me explode.  I stood there only in my underwear – but my own pole stretched my briefs out in a way that was both indecent and harmful to the material.  I wanted to throw my big body down on the even bigger man lying in the chair before me.  I wanted it so much that my body actually ached.  I could have initiated sex with Roman since the final vial had been flushed down the toilet, but I waited. I waited to honor the fact that he was being diligent in his own control – but also because I wanted to build up the mind-blowing sexual tension that already existed between us.  I knew I would have to tell the guy that the final vial was gone.  I knew his disappointment would be great, but I also knew – on a certain level – that he could not remember the man he used to be.  I had a feeling he would wake up tomorrow and not even remember that he had been the most beautiful muscle daddy that had ever walked the earth – not to mention the cockiest and most cultured.  Tomorrow he would only see that there was a giant stud sleeping next to him that was head-over-heels in love with him.  I knew that I would still desire Roman after he returned to his old self – because I had glimpsed what existed beneath the surface.  I now knew what the man could become – what was possible within him.  And that was enough to keep me committed and devoted to him forever.  I was certainly ready to re-build the Roman I knew - when he no longer had the body or the attitude that existed right now.

 

“Flex your guns, boy.”

 

My arms went up in the air immediately and I pumped my biceps hard.  I needed the big daddy in front of me to be impressed.  The pumping of his cock increased a little and he moaned in what could only be described as pure pleasure.  The man was staring at me like I was a tall glass of ice water and he had been out in the dessert without any liquid for days.  If looks could have equaled intercourse – at that moment I would have been fucked in every orifice possible.  I tensed my arms even higher – desperate to make Roman happy.  His leaking pre-cum made the rock-hard huge pole glisten as he stroked himself.  It still boggled my mind to know that this giant muscle daddy lusted for me so deeply.  Both of us were using every ounce of our incredible strength to not jump the other guy’s body.  I swear Roman looked even bigger than just a few minutes ago.  I was sure it had everything to do with my own desire for him, but he did look magnificent.  I didn’t take my eyes away from him.  He, however, was not looking at my face – his gaze was locked on my arms. 

 

“You’re just fucking huge, boy, and we’re going to get you even larger.  I can’t wait until we have to go and buy you an entire new wardrobe.  This daddy is going to make his boy look cum-draining gorgeous.  I’m going to have to beat all the boys off of you.”

 

“Something that will be no problem for my big muscled daddy, I’m sure.”

 

“You’d like to see me rough up some young whippersnappers, wouldn’t you, Jason.  It would be nice to have me toss some guys around just to emphasize to them that you’re my pup.  You like the idea of seeing this daddy in action, don’t you, son?”

 

“Yes sir.  More than anything, sir.”

 

“I’m built to put people in their place, kid.  I’ve got enough muscle to defeat an army for you – if that’s what you want.  You just keep getting bigger and posing that gorgeous body of yours for me any time I want and I’ll be glad to rid the world of anything you want me to.  Lose the briefs, boy.”

 

My arms came down and I immediately latched my thumbs underneath the waistband of my underwear.  I pulled the material out, to bring it beyond my hard protruding dick and then tugged the things down beyond my bulging quads.  I then used my right foot to push them over my calves and release them onto the deck floor.  I had never been so proud of my body.  Roman let out a huge whistle and increased the motion on his cock – the rhythm being steady and intense.

 

“Turn around and let me see what my fat daddy cock is going to get to plug in a little while. Aw fuck yeah, that is one beautiful muscled ass, Jason.  Tense those glutes, boy.  Let me see the power you got in those cheeks.  Oh shit, that’s nice.  Remind me why I shouldn’t just shove this big thing up that tight hole right now, son.”

 

“I really can’t think of any reason, sir.”

 

“Shame on you, Jason, trying to trick me when I’m in such a vulnerable state.  I know we’ve got to wait until midnight.  I’m slowly forgetting why, but I know it’s important.  That last vial is going to cement things between you and me – it’s what your family’s concoction is all about.  I won’t forget that important point – no matter how gorgeous your ass is.  Bend over for me, boy.”

 

I could not believe how much his talking turned me on.  I didn’t even need to look at the beautiful man for him to excite me – just his voice could cause my cock to start leaking even more generously.  I leaned over and grabbed my ankles – exposing my puckered hole for the muscle daddy.  I heard his big hand cease it’s motion on his hard pole – the guy was clearly too close to eruption and needed a break.  Roman also let out a low growl-like sound that made it more than clear he was happy with the view between my muscled cheeks.  I was amazed at the self-control we were both somehow able to muster.  I started to contemplate what it would feel like to have the big cock that beamed so beautifully from the guy’s crotch.  I continued to tense my ass – making sure my tight opening quivered appropriately.  Suddenly, I heard a big splash in the pool behind me.  I opened my eyes and peered between my muscled calves.  I saw Roman’s pants in a heap at the base of his chair and then noticed his head pop out of the perfectly blue water a few feet away.

 

“I needed to calm down, boy.  Your ass was sending me too close to the edge.”

 

I stood back up and turned around.  Seeing Roman’s gorgeous hair and mustache glistening with beads of water sent me into sensory overload.  He looked even more beautiful with his upper torso sticking out from the water at the middle of the pool.  The man was still staring at my body and I could see the fat head of his cock still sticking up proudly.  The sun was almost completely down now – just an orangish-red glow making everything in the area look as if it were on fire.  The reflection on Roman’s body was intoxicating and it somehow made his muscles look even more stunning.  I stepped to the edge of the pool and then jumped in.  I made sure I ended up a few feet away from the big daddy cooling off.  I didn’t want to get so close that we would immediately attack each other.  The water was perfect and definitely helped to diffuse some of the sexual tension mounting between us.  When I stood up and let the water cascade down over my body, Roman had to immediately close his eyes.

 

“Seeing your muscles covered in water is almost too much, boy.  It makes everything bulge out even more.  This daddy couldn’t be blamed for ravaging your body when it looks like that.”

 

“Ravage away, sir.”

 

“Soon, son, very soon.  I promise I’ll be worth the wait.  We won’t be coming up for air until the sun is rising.  I can guarantee that.  You think my workouts made you sore, Jason?  Wait until you’re trying to recover from the intense pain my fucking is going to cause.   Hell, son, you’ll be bigger tomorrow morning just because of how much I’m going to make that body of yours tense up with excitement later on.  And my muscle daddy cum is going to pump your body up something special, boy.  I can guarantee you that.  It’s gong to feel like you were run over by a Mack Truck tomorrow morning, but it’s also going to be the most glorious sensation you’ve had in a long time.  I’m going to feel the same way, boy.  My big body is going to ache too, but it’s going to be such sweet pain.”

 

Hearing Roman refer to how his own big body was going to feel in the morning snapped me out of my lust for him immediately.  I started to doubt that my decision to dump the final vial down the toilet had been the right one.  Even though he was being turned into the man of my dreams and not necessarily his – did that really matter?  Wasn’t he benefitting from what I wanted, too?  I forced those doubts out of my head since it was too late now, anyway.  What was done was done – the huge man before me would be his original smaller self in the morning.  I knew it was just important to enjoy his present huge company for right now – and to memorize what we would attain through hard work over the next few years.  That is, if it was what Roman wanted.  That was the difference – it would be his choice starting tomorrow and it wouldn’t be me forcing him to become what I wanted – what I desired.  I wanted to wade over to the big man and hug him intensely.  He clearly sensed my need.

 

“Careful there, pup.  We’ve just got a few more hours to go.  I know I toyed with our libidos for the last few hours, but that was just some intense foreplay.  Two huge strong fuckers like us can hold out for a little while longer.  It will just make the multiple orgasms that are going to happen throughout the night that much better.  You take a little swim and your big daddy is going to go fix us a nice dinner.  Watching you flex your muscled body and edging my cock from looking at your tight hole has made me fucking hungry.  I’m going to make you something so tasty that your big cock will stay hard just from the food and not only because our bodies are so hot for each other.”

 

Watching Roman slowly walk up the steps at the shallow end of the pool was like watching Poseidon coming up from the ocean.  The man’s body was huge and the wet hail only emphasized his muscles more.  I loved how Roman didn’t dry off at all.  He simply walked into the big house and turned on some lights.  I watched him – my hard-on becoming more intense – as he started working in the kitchen completely nude.  His huge body moved around the open space like he was in some kind of domestic ballet.  I stroked my hard meat under the water.  I stood just like that for the hour and a half that it took the big man to prepare our meal.  He glanced at me every now and then – especially when he came outside to set the table on the deck, preparing a beautiful space for what would be our final meal in this place.  He called me from the pool once everything was on the table and the wine was poured.  I stepped out of the water and moved to the chair on the other side of the table.  We both stayed completely nude – the night air causing our nipples to poke out strongly.  I could have skipped the entire meal if he had offered one of his nubs for me to suck on.  There was, of course, another couple bottles of exquisite wine with the meal and by the time we finished everything we both were pretty buzzed.  My inebriation made me a little bolder with the man.  I decided to tread in some unfamiliar territory.

 

“What if none of this existed tomorrow?  How would you feel, Roman?”

 

“What do you mean?”

 

He was opening a third bottle - a sweet dessert wine - and chose to hold the thing between his monstrous pecs like he had earlier as he pulled out the cork.  It was a trick I had come to love.  My cock – even in my drunken state – was fully hard.  Roman knew exactly what kind of response his actions elicited from my body.  He did it just to tease me.  I also think it helped him to stay hard, as well – knowing I was so turned on.

 

“What if this house didn’t exist, this food didn’t exist . . . even your body didn’t exist.”

 

“Would I still have you?”

 

His question came quickly, without any hesitation, and caught me off guard.  I stared into his eyes and noticed the seriousness behind the statement.  He stopped in mid pour and just looked at me with a face full of love.  I was almost moved to tears.  I didn’t blink at all and answered honestly.

 

“Of course you would – I’ll never leave you now, Roman.  I know the real you and I’ve come to realize that’s the most important thing.”

 

“Then none of this matters, Jason.  You are all that I desire.  It’s been that way since the first time we met – even though I really can’t remember all the details of when we met.  I do, however, remember wanting you from the moment you shared your family’s secret water.  I could do without any of this if I knew I still got you.”

 

The tears flowed now.  I couldn’t control them.  I’m sure it was partly the wine, but it was also the words that Roman had spoken.  I cried because I felt the same way as he did.  I wanted the guy more than anything else in the world – even if it meant he came without the changes that Aunt Hildie’s concoction had caused.  Sure he was handsome as hell, muscled beyond belief, the kind of confident, cultured stud I had always dreamed of, and had the facial hair of my wet dreams – but all of that paled in comparison to what I now liked about his interior self.  I sobbed a little as the tears continued to stream down my face.  I knew, deep down, that a lot of what Roman was saying would be gone as soon as he was back to his original self.  I still didn’t know how much of his love for me was caused by Aunt Hildie’s vials.  I’m sure there was a basic attraction, but I also knew we’d have to build back up to these intense feelings we now carried for each other.  I would be at an advantage because I knew what we could become – what we could be together.  I would have to work hard to convince him of all this once it was gone.  I was ready for the challenge, though.  Roman just sat there as I mourned – for what he and I would lose come the morning.  But I also cried for joy – for I knew that our relationship would be built on truth and honesty starting the next day.  I could wait as we built him back up to the perfect muscle daddy.  It was worth the wait. 

 

“I think we need new glasses, Jason.  I’ll be right back.  This stuff will taste better in champagne flutes.”

 

Roman disappeared into the house – and I realized he was doing it to allow me to have the time I needed to work through whatever was causing me sadness.  He was too much of a gentleman to pry or cause me to feel uncomfortable.  I collected myself while he was gone and was ready to rejoice when he returned.  I loved watching his huge body move back out onto the deck in the moonlight.  It felt like I truly had every curve and bulge memorized.  I was ready for whatever would come.  Roman set a glass in front of me and then pulled his chair around the table so we were sitting closer to each other.  He picked up his glass and I knew he was ready for a toast.  I raised my flute, as well.

 

“Here’s to the future, Jason – whatever it brings.”

 

“To the future, Roman.”

 

We drank in silence.  The dessert wine was exquisite, just like the rest, and I loved how tasting it pleased the big man.  He savored the wine and swallowed joyously.  We finished our glasses without saying a word and then we both sat back in our chairs.  Roman reached out and grabbed my hand.  It was a bold move, since we didn’t want to do anything that would make us jump each other’s bones, but it was also a comforting move.  I needed his closeness at that moment and I realized he knew it, too.  We gazed into each other’s eyes and this made him begin to smile with a face full of joy.  I felt complete – right then and right there.  Even if that feeling never came again, I would remember that moment forever.  He seemed different, somehow – even calmer and more confirdent.

 

“It’s two minutes passed twelve, Jason.  Time for that final vial.”

 

My heart sank.  I knew it was time to tell the truth.  I was ready to face the music.  I knew it would be hard for Roman to hear, but I also knew it was the right thing to do.  I loved him so much that I realized I had to set him free. I needed him to know everything.  I was ready to begin our life in a new way.

 

“I need to tell you something, Roman.  I poured the last vial down the toilet.  Don’t be angry.  I want to tell you a lot of things that you don’t remember – that you’ve forgotten because I have been giving you these vials.  I think it is important for you to know the truth.”

 

“I know the truth, Jason.  You love me and I love you.”

 

“Yes, that’s true, but there’s more.”

 

“You mean that your Aunt Hildie sent you seven vials to make the perfect muscle daddy?  You mean that you’ve given me the vials and have loved all the changes?  You mean that the last vial – the one you poured down the toilet – was to make me loving and you panicked because you felt that you were turning me into a muscled robot that had no will of his own?  Do you mean the fact that you gave up everything just because you wanted me to have the chance for all of this on my own?  Have I summed it up pretty well, Jason?”

 

“Um . . . yes . . . but, but how did you know?”

 

“I didn’t know until about two minutes ago.  I caught on earlier that you were feeling a little uneasy about the vials.  Maybe your aunt put something in the sixth one to help me have some foresight or something.  Anyway, when I went in earlier to get the wine opener I switched out the liquid in the vial.  You poured just regular tap water down the drain.  When we just toasted with the dessert wine you drank what was in the bottle and I drank what was in the vial.  The seventh vial was for both of us, Jason.  Your aunt knows you very well.  The way to make me completely in love with you – the kind of love that knows no bounds – is to show me some act of selfless love, yourself.  You gave up everything you ever dreamed of - for me, Jason.  You made yourself worthy of unconditional love.  The seventh vial only made me completely aware of everything that has happened and, by the way, gave me the chance to choose it for myself.  I have total free will right now, boy, but I also know what you did – what you intended to do.  I love you even more deeply than just ten minutes ago.  And here’s the best part, kiddo, I’m staying just the way you see me right now.  Well, that’s not entirely true.  I plan on getting larger – right along side of you.”

 

Somehow, everything Roman said sank into my brain fully as he spoke.  It all made total sense and I was amazed by the fact that Aunt Hildie had anticipated everything.  I was also thrilled beyond belief that the muscled daddy sitting in front of me was going to be staying the same forever.  My heart was bursting with love for the giant.  I stood up and moved in front of him.  I straddled his legs and sat down.  Our hard cocks were smashed between our taut stomachs as I pressed my body into his.  I leaned my face down.

 

“That must mean I can now do this…”

 

I kissed Roman hard – harder than I had ever kissed anyone in my entire life.  I also smashed my body into his hard torso – relishing every mind-blowing feeling his muscles caused in me.  There was no way I could ever have imagined what it would feel like to embrace this muscle daddy for the first time – it was everything I had dreamed of and more – much more.  I also knew it was the beginning of a lifetime of exciting moments.  I was ready for the ride – in more ways than one.  I sent a huge thank you thought out to Aunt Hildie before my mind surrendered to all things surrounding my muscle daddy built to order!

 


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KeiraCooke

Brava! Brava! Bravissima! This was just... so beautiful. I envy you your writing ability.

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cutlerfan

A Wonderful Conclusion to an Amazing Story! Thanks for posting this LB..you rock!

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Sarge608

Fucking fantastic! I’m losing myself in your storytelling prowess today and it’s wonderful. 

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lsosuke

*¬* I love it, you're a great writer
 I would have liked read the sex scene  at the end, 2 beast having sex ufff

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