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Chapter 23: Gates opened Dude, careful! Better not touch them… Better not stimulate me further, otherwise… Well, what do YOU wish for in these pec-ular moments? No no no! Don’t touch- Mmmmm… Oh dear… Me wanna touch man-Boobs! My BIG BUFF MUSCLE MILK BULL DADDY… You look really SWOOLE… and so THICK today! Ahm… Have you noticed that your PECS … TRIPLED in SIZE since this morning? Nnnggh! You really are into them, huh? Aren’t you too? Oh, I love my TITS! Never have been so ROUND before! You wanted to DIVE into my HUGE HAIRY PACKS? Fuck yes! THERE YOU GO, BOY! Wooow, so MUCH to hug! Barely getting all of your chest now! Huhh… Ay, watcha thinking? Oh, I am just fantasizing about what’s cumming next… How about we just wait and see what happens? Right! YEAH, feel them there some more! Your… huge nips? OOoohhHHh! MOORE! Oh god! All of this won’t involve climax again, does it? Can’t think of the poor house surviving another one of your “small” shots! Ooooohh boy… You REALLY wanna see me cum A LOT MORE, don’t ya? TOUCH ME MORE! What? O… OOH!! D-did your nuts just… just- OOOhyeah, room’s slowly FILLING with my NUTS right now! GONNA GROW some MORE!! Uh… Wait-! WooooOohh! Fuck… I got to control it! I got to control it! I GOT TO CONTROL IT! GOD! Thought you CAN control it! I SAID I GOT to control IT-VOOOHAhh… This is getting out’a hand! OOOOOOARRRRR-Hhhhhhh… Fuuuuck… Thanks god it stopped… Oh boy, it makes me horny holding so small you in my hands while you grab my nipples! Uh… You ok? NNgghHH~! My balls alone are BARREL SIZED! What the hell?! You are not a normal kind of bear! FINALLY GRASP IT, Huh!? Want me to finally CUM?! UH HELL YES! NOW! YEEAH! TELL ME! What kind of BEAR am I then!? MY HORNIEST- YEAHRRh! SQUISH THOSE FAT NIMPS! -MOST MUSCULAR- JERK ME! You’re… HhhhhohyEAHR~! …my THICKEST… Fuckhhho O OO- …MONSTERBEAR! OOOOOOOOHHHooooooooooohhoooffFOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOoooooock! Chapter 24: Aftermath Awww, little cub is overwhelmed. No worries. Damn… I was tired moments ago. Now I am kinda freaking out! Hahahaha, bear is sorry. You are not. True… Horny beast I was… … Tell me what you are thinking! Dude… Shiiiiit… Fuck… What a mess! And how many man-shots did you just unload in ONE SINGLE GO?! Did you… did you just cum for a solid minute? You didn’t even put hand on it! No shit! Fuck… It looks way too much like it from up here! I feel like I emptied a whole RIVER of cum too! And I see you added to it, bahahaha! Shit! This is embarrassing! It’s ok, buddy. Man, everything here is a mess! Your whole flat is a mess! Bahahaha, wanted to move out anyway. Was THIS even normal for your standards?! I… uhm… I don’t know? Dumb thing I am so HUGE now. Will I even fit through my door? Wow… you came back to earth pretty fast at least. And answer is NO. Ugh… This was a ride for sure! But shit, now I got quite a mess to clean up. Well, NOW I am sorry again. Welcome back, bro… But Uhh… darn… just look at that mess! Mmmm… I didn’t expect that either. I waited two months for this moment. Shouldn’t have gotten hornier than usual but… you made me crazy! I… I… Wow! I… I didn’t want to know that. Hahaha. I love your face. This really … busted out fast. Never had that… Right… Me neither. Never have GROWN so much too… But cub, just look what DADDY has become! Yeah, fucking FIVE heads taller and TRIPLE my width! Damn, just that wide?! Wanna be BEYOND 9 by 5 feet right now! Just look at yourself in the mirror! And your belly is fully gone! All just a ripped muscle bear again! Haha, rather see only you but not me past the pecs! But my cock now can freely wander up your spine and- Bro, I am SPENT. I really need these cuddles now! Huhhh, fuck… Hate when you stop me! Well, but I am the only one who would, no? Actually, you are the only one able to. Huh… GOD, I am HUUUGE. Sure you are… YEAhahaha! Ready for round two? Want me to grow some more? Some more food, another delivery of supps and we could unwind together some more and BUST this place! NO! Bro, you are WAY TOO BIG already… Oooh, I LOVE your yesses! Hehehehe, now I have nothing to lose! I just WAIT to GROW! Can’t fuck anyone anymore and I HATE it. I just WAIT to BUST through the ROOF!

this was so good. I would love tor ead mroe of their adventures

[5] I had the most intense orgasm of my life and took a subsequent nap afterwards. It was midafternoon when I woke up. I felt a bit off after I awoke and jumped up at what I think may have occurred. I hurried to the mirror and noticed what I felt was true. I was larger than I was earlier that morning. It looked like I was still growing some too. I focused and saw my shoulders growing wider which eventually led to my nonexistent lats to start growing and flaring. My biceps started to rise and form respectable mounds on my arms. My toned legs added some size as well, nothing too major but enough to know that I could squat some serious pounds. Turning to the side I could see that my chest stuck out a bit further than this morning. In a relaxed state my nips almost face downward and from the look of things it is slowly packing on some more pounds of mass. My cock got in on the action too a rose up to meet the bottom of my slowly growing chest. I loved it. Loved the feeling of it. Loved the look of it. I did a double bicep pose in the mirror and allowed my cock to spray the mirror with my seed. Feels good to get off because of me. It was still light enough outside for me to go show off but honestly let's give the world a few more hours to wait. Besides I have to go meet Zell tomorrow evening and I know he will be surprised as shit to see me or maybe not since this isn’t his first rodeo. But what to do in the meantime. I got it, I’m going to go watch and listen to some more muscle worship videos with my jockstrap on and compression shirt. Since I’m still growing I wonder if I will outgrow them tonight. I started watching and listening to the videos, imagining that the individual being worshiped was me. I fought the urge to jack myself off again because I didn’t want to compromise the jockstrap but I did play with my nipple through the compression shirt. After a while I just crashed on the couch with a stream rotation of videos on play for me. I was fantasizing about smaller guys hanging off my arms, trying to squeeze my biceps that were bigger than both of their hands, to being so massive that I could handle 5 guys pleasuring me at the same time on different areas of my massive body, and then finally towering over Zell and dominating him. Then I felt a sharp prick on my cock that woke me up suddenly. I awoke and saw my engorged, veiny, throbbing cock stretching the fuck out of my jock strap. The material was starting to rub against the inside of my urethra and one of my balls were hanging free and the other was fighting for freedom. I leaned forward to set my new monster free when I heard the back of my shirt rip. I breathed a sigh of relief as my cock was finally free from its containment. Granted, now that my shirt was open from the back, I didn’t really get to see how my chest looked in it, but my sleeves were still intact for now but I could see my arms were being squeezed by the tight fabric. So I did a few bicep flexes halfway to warm up and then decided to flex hard. But before I did that I got my camera setup to record this moment for prosperity and all. I started recording and hyping myself up. “Yeah, time to burst the sleeves off this small ass shirt.” I did the warm up flexes again and then began to really flex hard. Veins burst into life on my forearms and made their way up my arms. The seams of the sleeve started to thin and tear. I relaxed my bicep and flexed again and this time it split the seam even more but then the top of the sleeves covering the bicep peaks began to tear as well with the hardened veins peaking through. I relaxed and flexed again. My triceps broke through fully exposed at the bottom of the sleeve and my bicep peaks rose above the sleeves. I must still be growing I thought and I had it all caught on camera too!

If two muscle giants is great, a threesome of muscle giants is even better. Wonderful chapter and glad Darren's huge dad got more of what he wanted and Harry did to. Would love to read about more of their time together being incredibly massive and overwhelmingly virile

A fantastic story so far. Dads and their sons growing bigger together is always good to read about and your writing is superb. And I'm thinking just like Lawrence: they both need more of that stuff!

Good story, hoping for more

Ooooh really love the transformation and suspense as we try to guess what kind of beast Frank is becoming. Looking forward

Wow! I love the mystery of what he’s transforming into! The exoskeleton part makes me think of some sort of insect or alien, which is a surprise! Each detail from your writing is so vivid and a pleasure to read! I can’t wait to read where you will take this!

In my mind, David found another way to get the formula into his body, and now he's 18 feet tall with 75 inch biceps and a 37 inch-long dick!

Chapter 44: Rooftop Rendezvous The private jet touched down smoothly, and the Tribe emerged with energy and excitement still coursing through their veins. Malik, fresh off his overall win at the Philadelphia bodybuilding contest, was practically glowing, his muscles still pumped from the stage and the night’s sexual activities. Ryan, Hadi, Zane, Blake, Jacob, and Austin followed, a powerful unit moving together, laughter and loud banter filling the cool early evening air. Their private jet had been rerouted to the main public airport due to a small storm passing through that area. As they walked through the public airport terminal, heads turned, eyes widened at the sheer mass of muscle moving as one. Ryan, towering over everyone, led the way as always, his presence magnetic and imposing. Behind him, the rest of the Tribe, each a massive display of size and strength, moved with confidence and camaraderie, every stride a statement. When they arrived at the warehouse mansion, the familiar scent of garlic and spices welcomed them, rich and mouth-watering. They exchanged curious glances, the aroma of a feast teasing their noses. The door swung open, and Julian greeted them with a grin, ushering them into the expansive, high-ceilinged space. “Welcome back, men! Congrats Malik! Our potential new assistant chef Andre has been busy in the kitchen. He’s prepared a meal fit for champions!” Julian’s voice echoed through the space, the excitement in his tone evident. The Tribe entered, laughter filling the air as they made their way toward the kitchen. There, amid a flurry of steam and sizzling sounds, stood Andre. His muscles bulged beneath his tight black t-shirt covered by a sharp burgundy apron as he moved effortlessly around the kitchen island, finishing touches on a series of dishes laid out on the marble countertop. Malik’s eyes were immediately drawn to Andre, who looked up and caught his gaze. For a moment, everything else faded away—the noise, the bustle, even the chatter of the Tribe. Malik felt a pull, an unspoken connection that made his chest tighten with anticipation. He liked what he saw, and Malik was never one to wait around when something—or someone—caught his eye. Andre flashed a shy smile that sent a rush through Malik’s veins, something electric and warm. “Welcome back, everyone! And congratulations Sir, I hope you’re hungry because I went all out,” Andre said, his voice smooth, with a hint of a charming accent that made every word sound like a promise. Malik grinned, his eyes never leaving Andre. “I’m always hungry. Let’s see what you’ve got, Chef.” Dinner was an elaborate affair. Andre had prepared a spread that was as much a feast for the eyes as it was for the palate. There were platters of roasted vegetables, perfectly grilled meats, quinoa salads bursting with color, and trays of decadent desserts. The Tribe dug in, plates piled high, appreciative moans and sighs of satisfaction filling the air. As they ate, Andre moved around the table, refilling drinks and plates and checking on everyone, his presence magnetic. Malik watched him, unable to take his eyes off the man’s broad shoulders and the way his biceps flexed with every movement and the magnetic curve of his beautiful round glutes as they bounced in his tight pants. Andre’s laugh was infectious, his charm effortless, and Malik found himself drawn in more and more with every passing minute. After dinner, Julian brought out a bottle of fine bourbon, pouring it into heavy crystal glasses. The Tribe gathered in the living area to congratulate Andre as he accepted the job offer to be the new Assistant Chef, sipping their drinks, the atmosphere relaxed and filled with the warmth of good food, good drink, and great company. It was getting late, the kind of hour when conversations quieted and glances held longer. Malik leaned against the counter, his gaze settling once again on Andre, who was caught up in laughter across the room with Austin, his deep brown eyes crinkling at the corners, that rich, genuine laugh echoing in the quiet kitchen. Malik felt a pull, a beat of attraction he couldn’t ignore, like a low, persistent thrum beneath his ribs. Something about Andre had lodged in his thoughts, a chemistry he couldn’t shake. Malik had seen a lot of men come and go, but Andre was different—something about his ease, his subtle confidence, or maybe just the way he looked back every time their eyes met. Malik took a breath, purpose settling over him like armor. He pushed off the counter, and crossed the room with quiet power, every step focused. When he reached Andre, he caught his eye and didn’t look away. "Hey,” he murmured, his voice a rich baritone that cut through the ambient noise, “how about I show you that view I was talking about? The one from the rooftop terrace.” It wasn’t really a question, more of a gentle order, a challenge hidden in his tone. Andre hesitated for a heartbeat, glancing up at him, the glint of intrigue flickering in his eyes, a slight flush coloring his cheeks. Malik’s confidence radiated from him, magnetic, leaving little room for anything but a nod. “Uh, sure. Let’s go.” They made their way up the metal staircase, footsteps a soft rhythm against the steel. When they stepped out onto the terrace, the cool air hit them, refreshing against the warmth of their bodies. The city stretched before them across the river, a cascade of shimmering lights spilling out into the horizon, but Malik wasn’t looking at the skyline—he was looking at Andre, watching the way the light touched his face, casting shadows that highlighted every handsome angle, every subtle feature that had kept Malik’s attention all night. Malik leaned against the railing, his eyes dark and intense as they lingered on Andre. “It’s beautiful up here,” he said, but his voice held a note of something more, something deeper. “But I think you and I need to talk about something even better.” Andre’s brow furrowed that flash of confusion melting into intrigue. He shifted slightly, his gaze never leaving Malik. “What do you mean?” His voice was soft, unsure, but there was a spark of curiosity there, something that Malik could feel pulling them closer. Malik took a step forward, closing the distance between them, his broad frame casting Andre in his shadow, his presence filling the space between them. “I mean,” he said, his voice a low, steady hum, “I’ve been watching you all night. You’re new here, but you’ve got something that caught my eye from the instant I saw you.” His words lingered, hanging heavy in the cool air. “I don’t beat around the bush, Andre. I like what I see. I want to know if you feel the same.” Andre swallowed, his pulse quickening as Malik’s gaze held him captive. Malik was close now, close enough that the warmth radiating off his powerful body seeped into Andre’s skin, heightening every nerve. “I... I do Malik, I do feel something,” Andre admitted, voice barely a whisper, the blush on his cheeks deepening, his heart beating loud in his chest. A knowing smile tugged at the corners of Malik’s lips, a hint of satisfaction that only stoked the tension between them. He lifted his hand, rough fingertips grazing along Andre’s jaw before cupping his scruffy chin, his thumb brushing over the curve of his lower lip, slow and deliberate. “Good,” Malik murmured, his voice dripping with unspoken promises. “Because I’ve been thinking about doing this since the moment I laid eyes on you.” Malik didn’t wait for an answer. His powerful hand slipped around the back of Andre’s neck, drawing him forward as he leaned in, capturing Andre’s full lips with a kiss that was as firm as it was possessive, an unspoken declaration. The warmth of Malik’s mouth pressed against his, his hand guiding him, steadying him, grounding him in the moment. It wasn’t just a kiss—it was a statement, one that left no room for doubt about what Malik wanted. Andre’s surprise faded, his lips parting instinctively, yielding to Malik’s kiss, his hands finding their way to Malik’s broad, muscular shoulders. The heat radiating from Malik’s skin sank into his palms, grounding him, sending a thrill down his spine as he felt the raw strength beneath his fingertips, strength that Malik held back just enough to let him feel safe, while still giving him a taste of his intensity. The kiss deepened, Malik’s lips moving against his with a hunger that sent heat surging through Andre, his heart pounding as Malik’s tongue teased him, exploring him with a deliberate rhythm that left him breathless. Malik’s rough hand held him close, his fingers threaded through Andre’s hair, the slight tug making his breath hitch, his pulse quickening. When Malik finally pulled back, his gaze smoldering, his breathing heavier, Andre felt like he’d been stripped bare, his skin tingling, every nerve alive. Malik’s thumb traced over his pouty lower lip, lingering, possessive, as if savoring the moment, staking his claim. “Such a sexy man,” Malik murmured, his voice husky, a hint of gravel in his tone. “I want you, Andre. But I’m not going to push you into anything you’re not ready for.” His thumb brushed lower, resting against Andre’s chin, steady and reassuring. “So, tell me now if you want this too.” Andre’s mind whirled, caught in the heady aftermath of that kiss and the months of fantasies of this incredible man had now come to life, but there was no hesitation in his answer. Every part of him screamed yes, a need that went beyond words, a desire that pulsed in his chest, undeniable. “Yes,” he said, voice barely above a whisper, but the conviction in his tone was solid, grounded, real. “I want this. I want you, Malik.” Malik’s lips curved into a slow, satisfied grin, a look of approval that sent another thrill rushing through Andre. “Good.” Malik’s hand traced down his scruffy jaw, fingers lingering over the sensitive skin of his neck, his gaze dark, intense, making a promise that ran deeper than words. “We’ll take it slow, but know this—when I see something I want, I don’t hold back.” His voice dropped lower, his eyes locking onto Andre’s. “And right now, I want to get to know you, Andre. Inside and out.” Their lips met again, this time slower, more deliberate, a kiss that simmered with the promise of everything to come. Malik’s big hand slid down, his fingers intertwining with Andre’s, grounding him as he pulled back, his gaze heavy-lidded, yet unwavering. “Come on,” Malik murmured, his voice rich, intimate, sending a thrill of anticipation through Andre. “I know it’s been a long day for you—let me walk you to your room.” The warmth of Malik’s strong, rough hand in his steadied him, their footsteps soft as they made their way back inside, the night still holding its promise, every glance and touch charged with the thrill of what they both knew was just the beginning. As they strolled down the hall, Malik guided Andre to his temporary bedroom on the upper loft floor. They passed the closed door of the Gorilla and Monkey, the unmistakable sounds of their passion slipping through the cracks, a rhythmic chorus of groans and the slap of flesh on flesh. Malik and Andre exchanged a knowing, amused smile, a flicker of shared intrigue passing between them. When they reached Andre’s door, Malik turned, his big rough hand still gripping Andre’s. His thumb brushed gently over Andre’s knuckles, lingering, drawing a slow, quiet anticipation between them. “Get some rest, sexy man,” Malik murmured, his deep voice softened, but his gaze holding that same smoldering intensity. “Tomorrow, we’ll talk about our first date.” Andre nodded, his pulse pounding as he soaked in Malik’s words and the promise there, his lips curving into a shy, excited smile. “I’d like that,” he replied, his voice barely above a whisper. Malik leaned in, pressing a lingering, soft kiss to Andre’s lips, a caress that hinted at everything unsaid, a touch that held both restraint and desire. “Goodnight, Andre,” he whispered, his breath warm against Andre’s cheek. “Sweet dreams.” Andre stood there, watching as Malik made his way down the hall to his own room, his mind still spinning, his lips still tingling, his heart racing. He closed the door behind him and leaned back against it, a slow smile spreading across his face, a sense of anticipation settling into his bones. This felt like the beginning of something electric, something that had already lit a spark he couldn’t contain. Inside his own apartment just down the hall, Malik shut the door, exhaling slowly, running a hand over his face as he tried to ground himself. Every inch of him was buzzing, charged from the night, from the look in Andre’s sultry brown eyes, from that lingering kiss that left him wanting so much more. He leaned against the edge of his bed, his mind tracing over every detail of Andre—the shy curve of his smile, the way his cheeks flushed under Malik’s touch, the spark of desire and submission that flared in his gaze. Andre was under his skin, an ache Malik could feel in every muscle, every heavy beat of his heart. His hands slipped to his waistband, sliding down to the hard, heated length of his throbbing cock pressing insistently against his briefs. He pulled his waistband down, freeing himself, the thick, rigid shaft springing forward. Malik gripped his huge cock, his breath catching as he ran his fingers along its length, his hand barely wrapping around the thickness. At 11 inches, he knew he was big, and as he stroked himself slowly, the memory of Andre’s gaze flickering with that same hunger made him groan, low and guttural. Malik’s mind wandered, imagining what it would be like to have Andre beneath him, looking up with that shy, eager expression. He pictured Andre’s hands gripping his broad shoulders, his body yielding to Malik’s strength, the way his soft moans would fill the space between them. He stroked himself harder, his breath coming in heavy gasps as he imagined Andre’s lips parting, his face flushed, anticipation clear in his eyes as Malik pinned him down, giving him every inch of his huge dick, dominating him fully. The thought sent a hot, aching pulse through him, and he fought the urge to get up, march down the hall, and knock on Andre’s door, to make that fantasy real. But instead, he tightened his grip adding a second hand, his strokes deepening, the pleasure building as he imagined Andre’s lips, Andre’s body under his, that perfect, yielding softness of his tight hole contrasting with his own hardness. His hand moved faster, his hips rocking, his thoughts lost in the image of Andre submitting, of giving in to every command Malik would give him. Down the hall, Andre was feeling a similar pull, his own body thrumming with the memory of Malik’s touch, his scent, the feel of his lips. He lay on his bed, staring up at the ceiling, his skin prickling with desire as his mind replayed every moment. He could still feel Malik’s powerful presence, that lingering kiss, the magnetic way he’d looked at him with that unbreakable confidence. He couldn’t believe his fantasy man was real. Andre’s hand drifted over his stomach, slipping beneath his waistband, his breath hitching as he palmed his own hardness. His mind filled with images of Malik—those broad shoulders, that deep, intense gaze, the roughness of his touch, the way he’d taken charge so naturally. He stroked himself, each motion sending a jolt of pleasure through him, his body already responding to the idea of Malik towering over him, guiding him, holding him down. He wanted it, wanted Malik’s strength surrounding him, wanted to feel that power against him, consuming him, overwhelming him. He could practically hear Malik’s voice in his ear, that deep, commanding tone calling him “sexy man,” calling him to submit, to let go and be taken. His hand moved faster, his breath quickening, his body tensing with the thought of Malik’s heavy weight pressing down on him, his body hard as steel, Malik’s rough hands gripping him, his voice a low, husky growl against his skin. The pleasure intensified, both men lost in their separate fantasies, each one feeling the pull, the desire, the unspoken promise of what would come next, each moment bringing them closer to a shared need they were both aching to fulfill. Malik’s grip tightened around his huge cock marveling at his size and hardness knowing it was Andre making him throb and ache beyond excited, his strokes growing rougher, his body thrumming with the need he was holding back, the image of Andre burned into his mind. He could feel it—the slick heat, the tight pull, every inch of Andre’s muscular body yielding beneath him, that quiet, shy smile giving way to a raw, eager need. His breaths turned into ragged gasps, every muscle coiling as he imagined Andre’s voice, those soft moans, begging him, calling his name. With a final, rough stroke, Malik tensed, his body giving in, release crashing through him like a storm, waves of pleasure shuddering through his entire frame. He let out a guttural groan, Andre’s name slipping from his lips as he released, his body arching, his mind filled with nothing but the thought of that beautiful man under his hands, that perfect heat surrounding him. He let the feeling wash over him, his body relaxing in the aftermath, the satisfaction mingling with a renewed hunger as he milked out the last drops from his huge cock. Down the hall, Andre’s fingers moved faster, his own body responding to the vivid fantasy taking shape in his mind. He could almost feel the massive weight of Malik pressing down on him, Malik’s mouth hot against his neck, those rough hands holding him in place. His breath quickened, his hips rocking as he surrendered to the image, his voice catching in soft, pleading sounds, his mind and body utterly consumed by the thought of Malik taking him, guiding him, leading him into that perfect, breathless release. With a soft, shuddering moan, Andre arched off the bed, his body giving in as he reached the peak, his thoughts lost in Malik’s strength, his control, his undeniably powerful presence. The pleasure crashed over him in waves, leaving him spent, dazed, his breath slowing as he lay there, heart pounding, Malik’s name lingering on his lips. As the silence settled, both men lay in their respective rooms, a quiet, shared anticipation thrumming between them, even at a distance. The night held that electric promise, the lingering taste of what they both wanted—a connection that was only just beginning, the unspoken pull that would bring them closer, drawing them together, both of them fully aware that this was far from the end. In the quiet, Malik smirked, thoughts still on Andre. And down the hall, Andre bit his lip, smiling to himself, knowing that tomorrow held something more, something neither one of them could resist.

Chapter 31 - after the big day As the operators frantically worked around Milos to monitor his condition and kept feeding him through the tube, his body kept growing, with pops and cracks and wet squelches, this was a new experience for them. Milos seemed to still be in a trance state, and his skin was sweating and producing a copious sticky sweat, mixed with hair and quickly covering his body. His shape was changing, assuming more the shape of a fat blown up massive truck driver than that of a gym rat. After a few hours of growth, the mass was insane , the shape barely resembled that of a man under that thick layer of jelly crusty sweat , and the feeding tube stopped its flow. The operators checked the sensors, they still detected a strong heartbeat but they were worried. Then, it started. A low-pitched cough and the thick food pipe detached from the crusty huge man shape, and then in a vigorous crunch his chest rose up and literally exploded out of his newly formed chrysalis, cracking in many places and cracking away in pieces. His arms started moving too and pieces of the crunchy goo jumped off. Then frantically, Milos started removing those pieces from his body, and at the same time raising up from the theatre bench, until he was in a sitting position. A huge, insanely muscled torso was starting to show its outline in that mess. The two grotesque massive arms managed to move the two now even more oversized hands to the head, and crush and remove the mass of stuff from it, revealing Milos face. It was him, but rejuvenated, albeit just a few years, but with better features, uber masculine just incredibly sexy. Paul genes seemed to be the component that drove that change. As Milos looked down at his legs, still covered in plaster, he shook them violently, shattering the cover and revealing a massive pair of tree trunks, culminated by two inhumanly thick feet. Slowly, now only covered in sweat and shiny oils, Milos shifted off the table and placed his humongous feet on the floor. Then he slowly rose up, at full height, near one of the operators, who was visibly terrified and paralysed looking at the behemoth. Another operator in the background hesitated and then blurted “the …sensors say…he is now 6 foot 8 inches tall…and he weighs 192 kilos. Milos was naked, shining and showing 192 kilos of muscle, carved impossibly on a perfectly hairy frame, veins covering his body from head to toes, with shoulders that absolutely scared the shit out of the operators, two mound of pecs, and a set of 10-pack abs that looked like pure iron. And before the humongous legs, there it was. Eleven inches of thick, flaccid, veiny cock, two huge balls, leaking. Milos stepped near the operator, who was a bulky 100-kilo muscled hunk, but next to Milos he looked like a skinny less than average guy. Still in a partial trance, Millos wrapped his huge hands around his face, and pulled him closer. The operator instantly felt the immense power irradiated by the hands and arms and realised that in a second he could have had his head crushed like a pea. “Am I real?” said Milos to the guy. The guy nodded. Milos grabbed his hands and placed them on his pecs, over his nipples, with a quizzed face. “Pull my nipples” The guy felt the solid pecs and the iron nipples, and obeyed. The enormous cock started to lift up, getting longer, thicker, denser, more rigid. Twelve inches. Thirteen. Fourteen. With an impossible girth. The operator looked down, and stepped back, but Milos grabbed his hands again and placed them on his cock. He felt an instinct about his balls, about his cock. He needed to cum and he needed to cum fast, or else he would have died. “I must cum now. Work on it” The operator grabbed the insanely huge rod and started to pump it hard, and after a moment Milos grabbed his face and starting impaling him with his python. Mandy’s voice shrieked through the speakers “Idiots! Give him the prop, now and free up the operator, I need him alive!” One massive operator brought in a massive squared box, with two metal handles and reinforced leather, and a hole underneath. It looked like a reinforced fleshlight for giants. Two other muscled operators grabbed Milos hands and tried to free the impaled hunk, to no avail. He was impossibly strong. Mandy concentrated and sent a command in Milos’ brain. ((Milos, take the box, it will give you quicker pleasure, better than that boy, release that boy now)) Milos heard it and responded with a thought. ((sure Mandy, as you wish)) Finally the boy was free and Milos was savagely humping the reinforced metal box with his huge dick. After long minutes of fucking, he finally felt a huge orgasm mount. His cock exploded in size and shot up at least three more inches in size, perforating the metal box and also revealing three sharp meaty claws, two on the sides and one beneath the tip. The crowd gasped as they witnessed the violent eruption. That would have perforated the guy cranium and then destroyed it. Then, the cum got pumped out, jets after jets of hot cum, initially radioactive, but finally a more whitish non radioactive version, and Milos felt a massive sensation of relief. He trembled on his huge legs, pulled off the box from his engorged insane cock and sighed loud. “Fuck, that was very needed. I felt I was about to explode. Now I need a shower.” Most of the operators had engorged cocks, wet spots and a few came uncontrollably. Milos was now a statue of muscle and sexy manly meat. The two barbers already hard and leaking were there waiting, passing him a big towel and telling him “We have been tasked to sort you out, please be gentle with us” Paul, Alex and Mo were recovering from their beds and saw the scene on the monitors, they all dumped a huge load watching and could not wait to meet their new massive mate. Jack was with Wendy, celebrating the successful experiment. “Fuck Mandy, it worked, although he might want to kill me now, so I trust you will be on my side, yeah?” Mandy lighted up a small cigarette and smiled “We will see, I have plans for your team” TO BE CONTINUED Next episode will be a special: flashback on Milos' origins

Thank you so much for doing this!

Man, I wish we knew why Herald left and if he is writing anywhere else. He is one of my favorite writers ever on this site. “The Flexorcist” is one of the best stories ever published here. It’s a perfect combination of hot muscle growth and a terrific plot and characters too. All of his works are really good, but that one is just fantastic. Thanks for the links and the search string. I have many new stories to read, but I might have to reread Flexorcist anyway!

Gareth had always been the smallest in the frat. Scrawny, short, and generally quiet - he seemed out of place in the frat of huge, buff dudes that were loud, and partied all times of the night. So, how did Gareth get into this frat? He didn't even know. He just knew that if he kept his head down, they'd not throw him out for not fitting in. That was until the night of February 14th - Valentine's Day. That was the night it all changed for Gareth, and he'd get a little gift from the rest of the frat, which would help him come out of his shell - and spend several hours cumming. The night began with them inviting Gareth down to drink. Gareth accepted. Though, he had no intention of drinking a lot. That's why they gave him one drink. It was a specially brewed drink, just for him. As he drank it down, he felt ill. He excused himself, returning to his bedroom. He looked at himself in the mirror, seeing how he was sweating profusely. He took his shirt off, hating the feeling of it sticking to his skin. He then watched as his muscles began swelling. He groaned out, blushing as he grew larger, and he saw the bulge in his jeans swelling larger too. He gripped the huge bulge, screaming in pleasure. He felt amazing. The rest of the frat made their way upstairs, knowing their drink helped. They listened at the door, hearing loud thuds and bangs. That was when the door slowly opened. There stood Gareth. He stood at 9 foot tall. He was covered in extremely huge muscles. His head looked so small on top of the man's body. His pecs were colossal - bigger than coolers. His arms were massive, thicker than how thick his body used to be. And, of course, that huge bulge. It looked like he was smuggling a yoga ball and a log in his pants. He panted, looking at them. They all expected him to yell at them, but instead, he cheered, pushing his way out of his super small door, and loudly declared. "BEER PONG ON MY FAT DICK, BITCHES!"

You're kind for saying! Thank you

(So, I don't speak Italian, so, if I use any Italian words, I've looked them up to see what they are. I'll also provide the english translation in parentheses.) Vito was invited to model for a new magazine - he didn't recall the name of it. It was like 'Big Packages' or something. He had accepted due to the decent paycheck, and that it would also require him to bulk up even more - something he absolutely wanted. He headed home, and got ready for his first hard work out session. He looked around, before he undressed, leaving himself in his jockstrap, his hefty bulge sagging down to his knees almost. He flexed his huge biceps in the mirrors. He groaned in pleasure, before he groped over his own pecs, squeezing them. He arched his back, his jockstrap pouch bulging out quite far. "Fanculo...Sono così attraente..." (Fuck...I am so attractive...) He grabbed his cock out of his jockstrap and began stroking it, moaning in pleasure. Damn, if only he could clone himself, he'd eagerly fuck himself. He flexed his huge bicep, all while jerking himself off. He huffed in delight, jerking himself off harder. He began picturing a clone of himself walking in and presenting his perfectly round, muscular ass to him to fuck. He grabbed the decorative wooden pillar on the side of the mirror, squeezing it hard as he jerked himself off. He panted in pleasure, just imagining how tight his ass must feel - and how he'd feel stretching it out. He loved himself so much, and it showed. As he continued this jerking off, he imagined his muscles just growing bigger and bigger, his pecs becoming so huge they sag from the weight of how huge and hot they are, his six pack becoming an eight pack, and his biceps bigger than watermelons. He huffed, before the image of him growing so huge he burst out of a building sending him over the edge. He yelled in pleasure, cumming hard on himself in the mirror. He panted, trying to catch his breath. He decided to reward himself with a pec bounce, before he hugged himself up against the cum-stained mirror. "Ci vediamo più tardi, bellezza." (See you later, beautiful.)

Being a superhero was a good life. You got to save people, the grateful faces giving you joy, the fans eager to meet you, the admirers, and, as Tony kept reminding Steve, the residules were great. Steve didn't care about any of that stuff though. He was just doing it for the chance to save lives. Steve was the ideal hero, and one of the very few people able to wield Mjolnir properly. He also got to enjoy the attention of people fawning over him. Of course, his heart belonged to only one person, and she was gone. That's the problem with being frozen in ice for decades - you're gone and not able to be there anymore, while everyone you knew got to live their lives. He missed Peggy, of course, but he was happy to know that she had a good life. A spy, a hero, and, of course, a key finding member of SHIELD. She had a great life. She moved on, met a man, had children. Steve got to say goodbye to her, of course, on her death bed. But, now, he had to move on, at Peggy's urging. So, he decided he'd get back into the dating game. That's when he met someone. A man, too. He never thought he could be in love with a man - not cause he was homophobic, but because he so sure he was straight. But, this man he met, Zane, worked out with Steve. Got into sparring matches with him - Steve was sure he was mutant, considering that he could handle all of Steve's blows. Steve of course was a handsome man. Big, strong and muscular. He would often model for magazines - if you've got the body, you might as well. And the best part is that lately, due to working out, his suit got tighter, to show off his pecs and abs much better. And he did show them off at every opportunity. He would flex, show off his biceps, and show off how effortlessly he could lift weights - and toss them across the room. He would even benchpress the Hulk. THE HULK. He was strong, showing off his huge muscles all the time, and often let others touch his muscles. Sure, he loved being a superhero, but he loved the attention his body got more.

Peter had really come into his powers recently. He had gotten really popular, so much so that he got major recognition. He often did autographs (in costume, of course), and would take many pictures. Of course, one thing that drew people in is that recently, due to working harder, and doing more exercise to keep up with the stronger and stronger villains, his suit had grown tighter, showing off his powerful muscles. So, he had to get a bigger suit. However, this suit had a strange effect. It gave Peter a severe craving for bananas, and he had gotten hairier. In addition, his former hyper intelligence seemed to decrease slowly. He got stronger and bigger, but he got dumber and wilder. It finally came to a head when he had a battle with Venom. It was a long, grueling battle that culminated in Spidey webbing up Venom and leaving him for the police to find. He felt strange. He felt a terribly primal urge. So, he returned to Venom. He had to do this. The urge was too strong. He exposed Venom's large, muscular ass, and started fucking the symbiote. He groaned out in pleasure, speeding up, becoming more feral in his fucking. He came hard inside of Venom, and left, feeling relieved. But things only got worse. Whenever he defeated a villain, he had an overwhelming urge to assert his dominance. And finally, it happened. He was sitting at home, before his primal side emerged. He groaned as his muscles grew rapidly, and he broke out of his suit, leaving it in tatters, minus a loincloth and some pieces of suit here and there. He laid back, panting. He got up, looking at himself. Spiderman wasn't a spiderman anymore. He was a Spiderape. The Spiderape. He examined himself, flexing his huge biceps, before his spidey senses tingled. He whooped loudly, before he jumped out of the window and started swinging wildly. He was going to keep the city safe, with his hyper increased strength. He was the wild hero the city needed.

(I'll do a spoiler-free thing for this, since I don't wanna spoil this great movie for people.) Wade and Logan had just gotten back from a long day of killing some villains here, and eating some chimichangas there. The pair got into their shared apartment, yawning a bit. Wade sat back on the couch, his legs spreading to reveal his hefty bulge. He looked around, before he chuckled, clapping his hands together. Logan looked at him, confused. Wade grinned, sliding his mask off, winking at you. "Hey there, Deadpool here. Didn't realize I'd be used in a muscle growth story. But, hey, if it happens, it happens. So, let's see how big I get, and how I get big. I've got ten bucks that it's some sort of latent mutant ability." Logan blinked, before he shook his head. He began sliding his outfit off, revealing his strong body. He muttered under his breath, before heading to his room, closing the door. Wade gripped his bulge, before he unzipped his fly, and pulled out his hefty dick. Logan looked at him, before he rolled his eyes. He punched Wade in the arm, before he relaxed back, while Wade jerked himself off. As Wade jerked himself off, his groaned in pleasure, his suit growing tighter as his muscles and cock grew bigger. Wade groaned, looking back at you. "Oh, shit, masturbation growth? FUCK YES! Big muscles, and all I gotta do is pump my dick? Give it to me." He kept jerking himself off, feeling his muscles swell larger and larger, his suit growing so tight, tears started forming over his suit. He huffed in pleasure, bouncing his huge pecs, before they burst out of his suit. He moaned out, before he spurted cum onto the coffee table. He huffed, dropping his 20 inch dick onto the coffee table, relaxing back onto the couch. He looked back at you again. "Fuck, I'd offer to let you ride it, but unless you have regeneration, it isn't happening."

What species has Frank become? He feels like a dragon. Can he still insert his penis into shai when he is so big?

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@MuscleFan94 thanks for all these wonderful short stories! They’re great!

I thought this was gonna be a la "Lucy" but its more crazier than that and im happily confused and weird out lol

I can see the vision, but what did the AI do to him? Blud looks British.