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  2. Newmassaddict

    Sweet Revenge - Chapter 11 added May 27, 2022

    Chapter 11 Andy was hellbent on reaching 400lb of ungodly mass. Yesterday he weighted in at 395lb. Furious that he had not reached his goal, he picked the scale up and twisted it into a pretzel before tossing it across the gym. He had been down in the gym since 4 a.m. when Mitch finally appeared to start his own workout. The older man stopped dead in his tracks at the sight of his growing monster of a boyfriend. Andy was in the squat cage, completing a brutal set. The bar looked to be at capacity as the behemoth lowered himself until his enormous ass was three inches from the ground. With a loud, guttural moan, Andy moved the massive weight back up. Mitch covered his mouth at the sight of Andy’s calves and hamstrings. They looked like twisted cables of metal wrapped is a paper-thin layer of skin. Each overly developed muscle twitched and flexed independently. It was a gruesome sight even to Mitch. At the top of the rep, Andy barely paused before lowering his massive body back down. As he reached the bottom of the rep, there was a loud rip as the back-side of his shorts ripped open, exposing his herculean ass. Without registering what happened, Andy once again grunted and lifted the massive weight. He managed to move the bar forward at the top of the rep and slam it onto the rack, shaking the whole gym as he did. “Fuck,” was all Mitch could muster. Andy looked over his shoulder and made eye contact with Mitch. He slowly turned to face him and looked down at his quads. Mitch held back a scream at the sight. Never had he imagined quads that huge cold exist. The sheer girth of Andy’s quads eclipsed his knees. His legs were forced so far apart to accommodate their mass, Andy looked like a sumo wrestler about to fight. From his ankles to his waist, there was nothing but muscle. Andy hobbled out of the squat cage and with balled up fists, punched his blood-engorged quads hard before starting to flex. He tried to do the classic bodybuilder move of shaking the muscle while it was relaxed so it flopped back and forth but his extreme mass and ridiculous pump prevented the muscle from moving much. He positioned his right foot and flexed. Mitch could swear he heard Andy’s quad flex. Instantly, the mammoth muscle solidified. Andy’s sickening vascularity only made the spectacle more outrageous. What was once the largest quad on earth was suddenly dwarfed by this new, granite-hard abomination. Deep cuts and striations covered every inch of flesh. Veins as thick as normal people’s arms criss-crossed in every direction. Even Andy’s calf bulged and grew to what seems to be triple its original size. Looking at Mitch once again, Andy smiled and said, “407lb,” as he continued to flex. Mitch was both a little frightened and turned on at the same time. Standing before his was a monster he had helped create. While he was ecstatic that Andy had reached his goal of 400lbs, he knew it as not going to stop. Unable to contain himself, Mitch started to pump his rock-hard cock. “Wait,” Andy commanded as he produced a syringe of Bruce’s gear and plunged it into his quad muscle. As the liquid flowed into his system, his eyes rolled back in his head and he let out a loud moan. It was at that moment, Andy realized his ass was hanging out of his shorts. With one hand and barely any effort, he ripped the remaining fabric away. Now completely naked he returned to the squat rack but didn’t position himself to squat the huge weight. Instead, he turned to face Mitch. Without breaking eye contact, Andy gripped the bar underhanded. “NO-O-O-O!” Screamed Mitch as he realized what Andy was about to do. With a devious smile, Andy let out a primal growl and did the impossible; he lifted the bar of the rack and started to curl! Mitch lost all control of his legs and stumbled to a nearby bench. No longer touching himself, loads of cum sprayed from his cock as Andy lifted the massive weight. With gritted teeth and every muscle in his body trembling, Andy managed two full reps. The sensation of power flowing through his body combined with the effect he was having on Mitch, caused Andy’s cock to get hard. The second rep caused unbearable pain throughout his body but he couldn’t stop. He had never felt so powerful. With once final grunt, he curled the wight once more but at the top of the rep he help the weight in place. His biceps felt like they were being ripped from his body but he held the weight. It was at that moment he came. Hot ropes of cum sprayed eight feet in the air. Andy closed his eyes and let out an earth-shattering scream as his orgasm finished and he let the massive bar fall to the ground and he could no longer remain standing and collapsed on the floor. Mitch approached Andy’s massive body. In the past, he would have lifted him up and carried him up to bed but those days were over. Instead, he got down on the floor and hugged Andy’s quivering body. “I’m so proud of you Andy. You are truly the biggest, most incredible physical specimen in the world.” Andy kissed Mitch and said “I’m still just getting started Mitch.” After a few minutes the two men stood up. Andy naked and Mitch in only a pair of briefs. The two men stood facing the mirror and hit pose after pose, each marvelling at how massive and powerful the both were. Finally, Andy waddled to the new scale and stood waiting for the digital readout on the screen. Mitch stood behind him and read the number out loud. “417lb” Andy let out a moan and stepped down. He turned to face Mitch and wrapped his massive arms around Mitch’s truck-wide back. He applied pressure and his cock responded at the fact that Mitch was the only person able to handle his unstoppable power. The two men embraced and kissed. Later that evening Andy awoke to sounds coming from the living room. He turned his head a saw that Mitch wasn’t in bed. He stood up and lumbered into the living room. There were no lights on in the room but he could make out Mitch’s body on the sofa, the big man was crying. “Mitch?” Mitch flinched hearing Andy’s voice, “I’m ok, go back to bed.” “No you aren’t. What’s wrong Mitch?” Andy said as he sat next to Mitch. “I’m sorry Andy. I know you say you love me but I know you miss the old, huge me.” “What are you talking about! I don’t care how big you are. I do love you, whatever size you are.” Andy wrapped his huge arm around Mitch and felt the older name trembling. “How can you? Look at me, I’m down to 367lbs, I know you want me back to 385lbs or more!.” “I don’t care about that Mitch.” Andy said. “You can say that all you want but I know it’s not true. FUCK I hate what Bruce did to me, to us.” Mitch said and started to sob uncontrollably. Andy held Mitch until he calmed down. “Mitch, I need you to listen to me,” Andy said placing his hand on Mitch’s chin and turning to face him, “I love you no matter what. I don’t know what else I can do to convince you but that cum-socked bed in there should be proof enough.” He said with a smile, hoping to cheer Mitch up. Mitch couldn’t help but smile, “that is a good point.” “It sure is. You are the ONLY person I want to be with and I’ll be with you whatever size you are. Please tell me you believe me.” “I believe you Andy.” Mitch said and leaned in and kissed Andy.
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  4. mmvmgo2011

    Vaccinated

    CHAPTER EIGHTY-THREE He confessed to what he’d done and apologised to Jake for lying to him about the test and its results. As he explained what he was experiencing, and what he’d learned he could do, Jake and Amber were floored. Jake was right, he could hear his subconscious mind controlling his body, but he could also control it? He cock swelled as he considered the possibilities. He’d blast through his plateau, he’d finally have the body of his dreams. No roids needed. FUCK. YES. “That sounds pretty close to what I’ve been experiencing, though I haven’t managed to control anything yet,” said Jake. Amber nodded, indicating her agreement. He was intrigued, they ALL had the same ability? Curious. He was sure it was a result of the vaccine he’d injected. “Neither of you injected yourselves?” They shook their heads. “Strange. Maybe part of it aerosolised, entering your system that way?” He speculated. Jake wanted to head to the gym immediately, test his new found ability, learn how he controlled the thoughts, so he could do it too. Imagine ramping up the T levels just before a workout? Blasting adrenaline through your body before starting a lift. He would break world records. He was already lifting at elite strength and stamina levels, he didn’t need much of a push to be approaching world record standards. “Tell us again, how did you change the control thought,” Jake said, and he explained his technique again, using his boat in a river analogy. Jake concentrated. They all noticed movement in his bulge. Jake grinned. It fucking WORKED. He’d instructed his body to draw up his scrotum, drawing his balls to his body, and then released them back to their low hanging position. Amber’s nipples hardened, clearly visible through the fabric of her top, and then reverted to their flaccid state. Brad was intrigued. Intrigued, and more than a little jealous. The potential and possibilities had not yet occurred to him, otherwise he’d be far more than a little jealous. **** Jake stepped up to the bar. It was loaded with eight plates on either side. Just looking at it felt heavy, difficult, painful, let alone trying to deadlift it off the floor. It was not his one-rep max, but neither was it a warm up weight, they’d already warmed up. As he stepped up to the bar, he concentrated his effort on setting his body for maximal performance. He set his balls squirting masses of testosterone into his bloodstream, increased his human growth hormone levels, blood vessels relaxing and widening, maximising blood flow (and bringing out his vascularity like never before), reduced the sensitivity of his pain receptors, he mimicked the effects of stimulants, increasing his metabolism, allowing for faster clearance of lactic acid and, as he was about to rip the bar from the floor, he injected his bloodstream with masses of adrenaline, amping up his strength. His cock was painfully hard, his head sticking out of the waistband of his workout shorts. The combined effects of the hormone profile he’d set for himself, and the god-like power he had over his own body created a heady, erotic arousal. He could’ve shut down his tumescence, but he enjoyed the feeling, and it added to his overall stimulation. He hinged at his hips, grabbing the bar and preparing his grip. He used no belts, gloves, gripping aids. It was all him - the new, enhanced him, but him. He roared as he ripped the bar from the floor, powering it up as his glutes contracted bringing his arse forward, the bar resting against his bulge at the top of the movement. He controlled the bar on the way down, reversing the movement, hinging at the hips, sticking out his butt, keeping his lower back straight the entire time. Gently touching the bar to the floor, not allowing the floor to take the entire weight keeping tension on his muscles, he ripped the bar up again. His erection somehow hardened even further as he continued to perform rep after rep. His balls tingled and pulsated as he pushed their testosterone output even higher. As he worked, he tweaked his body’s response, maximising his performance. Despite the huge weight, each rep was textbook perfect, each rep a perfect replica of the previous rep, no hint of sloppy form as he fatigued. Those watching were treated to an arousing, erotic display. Just the sight of someone controlling such huge weight was arousing, his mastery of the gargantuan weight unquestioned. Jake merely added to the sex appeal. Jake’s entire body was super-pumped, his veins distended and engorged to what looked like near bursting. As he performed rep after rep, his entire body swelled with a pump like he’d never experienced, and they’d never seen. His forearms swelled to double their normal size, masses of veins branching across the muscles, powering his grip, enabling him to hold onto such Herculean weight. His hamstrings writhed as they flexed and relaxed, helping to power up the bar off the floor. His bubble butt swelled as his glutes flexed powerfully, driving his hips forward each rep, lifting the bar to his bulge. His cock was leaking pre as he continued his reps. As he completed his 25th rep, he lowered the bar for the final time. He growled a deep, animalistic roar, releasing the bar and crunching into a most muscular pose. As he flexed into the pose, his cock started pumping volley after volley of cum across the gym floor, his arousal total and complete. His eyes were wild, unfocussed, his entire psyche focussed on his pump, the growth, the feeling of power he felt as he dominated the weights. Incredibly, other than a light sheen of sweat, which highlighted the striations and vascularity over his entire body, he was not gassed, his breathing a little heavier than normal, but he clearly had more in the tank. Much more. “MORE!” He yelled. “TWO MORE PLATES EITHER SIDE!” Ten plates a side. 945 pounds (~428kg), including the bar (his gym used pound weights on the heavy side, kilograms on the light side). He was still cumming as he stepped up to the bar. He ripped the bar from the floor, bringing it up to his bulge, slowly lowering it to give a feather touch on the floor, and ripped it up again. A textbook rep. The bar creaked and groaned from the weight, it bent at the ends, the weight flexing the steel of the bar. Yet Jake’s reps remained textbook perfect to the last.
  5. Lutz

    Bliss (Part 1)

    I would love to see where this grows
  6. Firestar

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    • londonboy

    Love your works! So many details and mostly always with a individual charm to each story. Especially dirty talk, anticipation and lovemaking is one of my favourite key contents. I assume with all of those stories and feedback you build yourself a massive cabinet of...

     

     

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  7. Trio

    Bliss (Part 1)

    Sounds very teasing! And I also love your art so much
  8. SamErgule

    Bliss (Part 1)

    Hey guys! I've written stories before but I never got to finish them. I was not satisfied with my every attempt. But I intend to finish this one. I already have the general flow in mind. Hope you like it. __________ BLISS Part 1 It was only two months after my eighteenth birthday when I learned about my real father. His name is David Calderon. I was in my messy room one afternoon packing my bags for college when I heard my mother knock. She had to tell me before I start the rest of my life away from her. That talk finally shed light on some of the memories that did not quite fit my present life. It relieved me in some way like any child would upon knowing the whereabouts of his real family. Make no mistake. Kevin was a good father, the only father I had ever known. It was already evening when our talk ended. She led me to her bedroom where she showed me some photographs of David before and shortly after I was born. I saw how he changed as my mom shuffled through these pictures. In each turn of her fingers, my stomach churned with fear and excitement. I stood between my past and future. All my anxiety over college suddenly disappeared and gave way way to questions about my very existence, about what it means to live a normal life. We heard the car arrive. Kevin entered the house carrying bags of Italian takeout. Jamie, my fourteen-year-old brother, also went in from the backyard carrying a basketball ball. He ran to greet his father, one he could really call his own. Kevin and we boys silently chowed down our dinner of cheap lasagna and spaghetti. My mother reheated the fried chicken from last night. She did not want to waste food. As she sat down, she mentioned our talk again. Kevin already knew, of course, but he looked at me with concerned eyes. He is going to miss me so much. All of them will. I still could not sleep after a nice cold shower. I was trying to remember when exactly David left us. Perhaps I was so young then, still learning how to crawl on our carpet. Or I was having too much fun with the neighboring kids when we were still living in our old house. I would cry to my mother, she said, whenever he tried to get near me. I was scared of him. He overwhelmed all of us. But his progressing image in the photographs had just simmered an unhealthy desire in the depths of my soul. It drew me to what humanity can only dream of, to what I could become. I ran to the bathroom to relieve myself. When I came, I felt a hunger like never before, a dissatisfaction with life and with the limits of reality as I knew then. I was in a brink of something but I admit I was scared to think of pursuing something that lacked certainty. I came back to my room. I looked at Jamie now asleep in his own bed by the moonlit window. Our bodies do not look that much different. Indeed, before the full length mirror behind the doorway, I only saw a scrawny, five-foot-six tall young boy still finding his way around the world of men. I prayed that the reflection will soon become a memory. The next morning, I told my parents that I will be driving to college. We said our goodbyes as we exited the house. My mother hugged me for hours. She then handed me a Tupperware of my favorite pork adobo. At the last minute, Jamie went out of the porch door and embraced me as well. I patted his back and left him some brotherly words of wisdom. I have forgotten what they were exactly. I got into my car and saw the three them in my side-view mirror quietly entering the house. I thought then that it would be the last time I would ever see them. And I believe they thought so too.
  9. mmvmgo2011

    Vaccinated

    CHAPTER EIGHTY-TWO He dreamed violent, erotic dreams. Dreams where he dominated. Dreams where he was all powerful. Dreams where his body was worshipped, his entire body pumped, covered in dense, thick, powerful muscle, massive, engorged, inch-thick veins, his skin paper-thin, dick skin, showing off his dense, striated, vascular power for worshippers to lick, suck and cum over. Dreams where his cock, painfully engorged, massive veins feeding it with blood, pumped out cum so powerfully, each volley was like a bullet, slamming into his victims, leaving painful welts and weals. He awoke to tented boxers, but it felt like normal morning wood, not the crazy horned-up feeling he’d felt yesterday. He’d already passed one half-life of the short-term testosterone injected into him by the doctor, and the other formulations were still building up the levels in his bloodstream. Soon, he wouldn’t need to worry, he thought, he’d be able to ramp up production of his own testosterone to supra-normal levels. And not just masses of testosterone flowing through his veins, but he would eliminate aromatase, and all the other negative by products of hyper testosterone levels, and clamp down production of cortisol and other hormones detrimental to muscle growth. Maximising his hypertrophy and recovery, without any of the risks or side effects. No gynaecomastia for him. His cock bounced and twitched in anticipation, swelling harder. He needed to discuss his situation with his colleagues. Though he didn’t want to reveal that he had deceived them, having injected himself and then lying to Jake about the test, he needed to discuss his abilities, how and why they had manifested and, maybe, they could help him learn how to ‘stick’ his changes. He headed towards the kitchen, adjusting his erection, to find the others just finishing up breakfast. “Good morning all.” “You’re awake,” Amber said, “and I see the testosterone is still doing you good.” He blushed, though did not try and hide it. “It’s wearing off a little, but I have another dose to inject later today.” His cock twitched at that. “Maybe you should hold off for today, give your body time to adjust,” said Jake. “You were an animal yesterday.” Now it was Brad’s turn to blush. “It felt fucking incredible. I couldn’t stop cumming I was so horny.” “We noticed.” They all laughed, except Brad. He was quiet, reserved. “And after you inject today’s dose, your levels will be higher than they were yesterday. You’re going to be a wild fucking beast. Brad better watch out,” Jake teased. Brad gave him a dirty look and punched him in the shoulder, playfully, but the solid thunk as his mammoth fist pounded into Jake’s deltoid - an unstoppable force meeting an immovable object - made him wince in sympathy. Jake didn’t move an inch. “Let’s hope so,” he said. “I’m curious, what did Jake say to you last night to make you change your mind?” “He sai–” “Never mind what I said. What’s important is that Brad decided to trust you, and opened himself up to you, literally and figuratively. And,” he said, grasping each of them by their traps, squeezing slightly, “you both popped your anal cherries.” “Not gonna lie, it felt fucking amazing,” Brad said, “when your cock hit my prostate. FUCK that felt good. I’ve always thought of myself as 100% hetero, I guess it’s more complicated than that. I mean, I’m still attracted to birds, I don’t look at you, or Jake, or any other bloke and feel any sort of attraction, but having your cock up my arse WAS mind blowing. So what the fuck do I know?” “Don’t worry, mate, who cares whether you’re 100% hetero or not? Certainly no one here. You don’t have to go out picking up blokes - though with your muscles, you wouldn’t have any problems with that - but if we’re having fun, enjoying our bodies, so what if you choose to allow some prostate massage.” Jake made a lot of sense. “You can fuck pussy. There’s no doubt about that,” said Amber. “And your tongue and mouth work wonders, so I wouldn’t worry about your hetero credentials.” He smiled, “Thanks, guys. It helps to talk things through.” “Speaking of talking things through. I have a confession to make, and need your help.”
  10. mmvmgo2011

    Vaccinated

    CHAPTER EIGHTY-ONE He had been awake all night, listening to the others' deep, rythmic breathing in their sleep, testing his new ability, practising silencing it with ease. He thinks of the ability as analogous to the cockpit of a sophisticated jet aeroplane. As the pilot, he now had access to every possible dial, switch and panel, controlling every system and aspect of the aeroplane. Though, with such control comes responsibility and danger – lots of crashes are caused by pilot error. Some dials and switches, you never really want to play with, cabin pressurisation, automatic oxygen mask deployment, fuel pumps - these and other systems, you want to maintain on ‘auto-pilot’, having the aeroplane itself maintain control of them. These were like his basic day-to-day life functions, keeping the heart beating when at rest, regular breathing, general liver and kidney functions - he didn’t want to have to manually manage those, but leave his subconscious brain to keep him alive as it always had. Others, like flaps, and ailerons - the system normally controlled these, but the pilot could override the automatic settings as needed. These were like the normal bodily functions that you could consciously override, holding your breath, holding your bladder - everyone had the ability to override their subconscious for these, this was nothing special. The third category - everything else - were functions that one sometimes wishes they had access to, and now he did. Hormone levels, metabolic rate, digestion, bodily repair, immunity, brain chemistry… and on and on. He was now god over his own body, able to adjust virtually any aspect. He was getting ahead of himself a little. He still needed to work out how to ‘flip a switch’ and have it stick at the new setting, not switch straight back again. He could hold his breath in the new way, for example, but his subconscious would make him breath again (as it would for anyone else). He wanted to be able to make a change, and only have it change back if he explicitly made the change. There was another aspect that he was yet to understand. Every time he’d cum yesterday, he’d hear the ‘voices’ like before, louder, and he could not quieten them. They would fade themselves over time, but he could not quieten them the way he could his ordinary subconscious voice. He wasn’t sure what it meant, perhaps the flood of hormones during orgasm interrupted some chemical process, though he couldn’t begin to identify any such mechanism. He began considering the possibilities. Jake thought he was delusional when he said that he’d be bigger than Brad, more defined than Jake, but he knew different. He would maximise his hypertrophy, adjusting his hormones and metabolism to supercharge his growth. He’d have the world’s densest, hardest, most vascular, powerful muscles. His cock lept at the thought. Him, with giant, powerful muscles. A vascular network covering his body, veins prominent, bulging with strength, feeding power to his muscles. Strength to smash any opponent, dominate anyone at will, subdue them with his power. His cock ached at his fantasy, globs of pre leaking down his shaft. He thought of his favourite porn video, massive, jacked stud with powerful, vascular muscles using his strength to force his cock down some slut’s throat, gagging her, choking her. Only he would be the stud. His muscles bigger, harder, more powerful and jacked. Veins running along his skin like roots of a massive tree, feeding his power, his strength, his dominance. His cock erupted with his cum, the muscles creating his orgasm fatigued from so many orgasms, it was more of a dribble of cum, than an eruption. He would change that. His cock would blast cum, buckets of it, so hard it caused pain. The final humiliation, wrecking some slut’s face with his cum or, better yet, some massive, jacked stud’s face, blasting into his beard, up his nose, into his eyes, blinding him temporarily, causing painful welts from the pressure of his cum. He smiled as he finally drifted off to sleep.
  11. Yesterday
  12. mmvmgo2011

    Vaccinated

    Not to give too much away, but the extra dose and interaction between the two formulas has given him an ability that the others don't have. He already has it, he just doesn't realise it yet, and doesn't know how to control it. He's still riding high on the wave of T given by the doctors, which is clearly affecting his personality.
  13. superkappa

    EBFs and Size Freaks (Part 7 posted, May 26th)

    Yeeeees! Time to read what John looks like in full power-hungry mode!!! This is gonna be so hot!
  14. Ro20316

    Vaccinated

    It seems that the right formula allowed the person to use and control teh brain in a faster way than the unfinished version. Jake and Amber will get where HE is now but not as fast
  15. Great story so far. I particularly like Matt’s obliviousness to his radical changes aheaD.
  16. Chapter 30 - The World Record Holder A lot has happened since that mid-year dosage and the Giants were made again. I’m now coming up on my 3rd quarter procedure in two days and the next to last booster in the program. These last 3 months have been a whirlwind of non-stop sexual adventures and I apologize for not writing more in my journal. Let me see if I can give a current update. Whereas before with Giant Sam he had to guzzle down 100 gallons of my supercharged cum to maintain his Giant size, after the mid-year double dose my cum must have become even more enhanced, and now it only takes 10 gallons a day! This time around more of the guys joined in and remained Giants. From my gang, Sam, David, Sven, Nick, and Juan, plus all 8 of the guests. The guests were chosen for their fetish and muscle growth bodybuilding fantasies and so it was no wonder that all 8 wanted to remain 600-pound Giants! At 725 pounds, I’m still the biggest fucking bull on the planet but having 13 other Giant 600-pound muscle men around me has been nothing but a muscle fest orgy around the clock! The Pup purchased the 2 mansions on either side of our property and we are in the middle of renovations to each. We need bigger spaces and more bedrooms for everyone to fit comfortably. Speaking of the Pup, he is in Giant feet heaven. He is constantly worshipping or slobbering over a giant foot, he said he can’t get enough and the guys love the relaxing work he does to their stressed feet. Carrying around all of that muscle weight makes your feet ache and Pup’s special massage does feel great. Nick announced that he has retired from Bodybuilding, He said, “It’s not fair for a 600-pound gorilla to walk the stage against men half my size. Plus, 12 other men are identical in every single muscle size to me who could also claim Mr. Olympia. So, really what's the point anymore? Besides, this 27” horsecock would be obscene in all of the pictures trying to be contained in a tiny posing suit. And I’d much rather flip-fuck with my gorgeous monster Bull anyway!” And let me tell you, we have been doing a lot of that lately! He’s become an incredible Top and pounds my humongous ass hard with his gigantic throbbing meatstick. Now you may think having to produce 130 gallons of muscle-cum every day would be difficult, but it is very easy for me. It is almost as if my body thought that more Giants would be produced and needed to be fed. I pump out over 100 gallons just in my first milking session of the day, which occurs around 2 am each morning after I have showered and groomed. I rarely bother with getting dressed lately as most of my days and nights are spent fucking or getting fucked, sucking or getting sucked, eating or getting my ass eaten! I haven’t left the muscle mansion compound in months. The struggle of dressing and then the logistics of getting a 725-pound Giant from point A to point B are just too bothersome. Earlier, I woke up covered in sweat, the thick hair all over my body completely matted down. I was lying on my right side and the smell of my pits and sex and muscle sweat were heavy in the air. In front of me on his side and cuddled up in my 52” arms was Tito and behind me with his fat uncut cock in my hole was Enrique. If you remember, they were the bodybuilder boyfriends that we met on the beach in Ft. Lauderdale at the gay resort a few months ago. The two Latino studs were part of the 8 guests and they were now living their fantasies as 600-pound Giant muscle freaks! I flexed my cock and heard Nick moan on the other side of Tito. My 4-footer was being squeezed by Tito’s thick quads as it snaked between them and into Nick’s stretched-out hole. At this time, Nick is the only one who can handle the gigantic head and thickness of my oversized elephant cock. I have to completely coat his ass and insides with my super-cum to get him fully relaxed and stretched to accommodate my beach ball-sized cock head. He can only handle the head plus about 2 or 3 inches of the shaft but that’s all I need to feel complete with my man. And having Tito straddle my shaft with his oak tree quads was all I needed to blow a tremendous load into Nick’s gaping hole. I laid there for quite some time just enjoying the sensations, Nick’s ass gripping and releasing my head, Tito’s quads tensing and releasing on my base, Enrique’s rock hard 22-inch meat still throbbing deep in my hole, the sound of their deep snoring, the smell of manly musk, the taste of Tito’s neck as I gently kissed and licked. We had a sweaty, powerful 4-way fuck that lasted for 4 hours until we all passed out in our current positions. Myself not needing any sleep, was probably only out for about 30 minutes. After a little while longer, the hunger started to hit me and I knew I needed to get out of this muscle pile and start my day. This was going to take some maneuvering and I knew I couldn’t do it alone, so I gently woke up Tito and told him I needed to remove my cock from between him and out of Nick. He sleepily reached down and guided my dick out of Nick’s hole with a loud plop. Tito then quickly filled the gaped open hole with his 24-inches to the hilt which caused Nick to moan in his sleep. That boy loved a dick up his ass like no other. I then reached behind and pushed out Enrique, somehow rolled up and over him, and then repositioned his rock hard uncut pole inside of his lover without him becoming fully awake. I grabbed my phone and the light allowed me to realize that Pup wasn’t in our bed. I looked around the room, but he wasn’t there. I guess 4 large Giants with over 2500 pounds of muscle were too much for him and was probably a little risky of getting squashed. I’ll look for him after my shower. I then called for the Night Boys and my day began. After the last double dose, I guess I got more flexible or more control of my size. I’m able to do all of my grooming stuff on my own, but being the now spoiled Big Alpha Bull, I like being taken care of and it’s erotic watching these little men shave me, wash me, and groom me with their little, tiny dicks throbbing the entire time. I asked for my full breakfast to be delivered to my office and headed down. I was surprised to see Pup seated at his desk working away. “Good morning Bull, how are you feeling Sir?” he asked with a smile. “I’m great Pup, how about you, why are you up early or have you ever gone to bed?” I asked concerned as I came over and gave him a quick kiss and rub of his head. “I’m good, Sir, and I haven’t gone to bed yet as I’ve been working on an idea to present to you.” He replied with an even bigger twinkle in those beautiful blue eyes. “Ok, what’s up?” I asked as I started woofing down my big breakfast. “Well, Bull, as you know, the word is out about you and your special Giant-making powers. We’ve been inundated with requests from around the world from desperate bodybuilders and growth fetishists for you to make them a Giant. Since your last double dose, there were some changes to your super-cum properties which strengthened and allowed you to feed your Giants 1/10 of the cum that was required previously. Giant Sam, Giant Papi, Giant Nick, and I have been doing some side experiments over the past year to see if there were any growth capabilities available from ingesting your super-cum.” He paused as he saw me smirk at how he called the guys by their respectful Giant names. “Sorry, continue Pup,” I ordered him. “In the past, you had to have been exposed to you right after your Booster procedure for any permanent modifications to occur. However, after this last quarter’s procedure, some additional significant changes have occurred. Dr. Malik has been doing testing at his clinic and here are his recent findings.” he then turned on the large monitor on the wall and walked over to continue his talk. Fuck look at that bubble butt, where did that come from and when did that happen. I was mesmerized by the shape of his cute little ass in his shorts as he rattled on about testing and scientific mumbo-jumbo when I felt him staring at me and realized he was not speaking anymore. “Sorry Pup, I was distracted by your sexy ass in those tight shorts. Cut to the chase and give me the highlights please.” I said with a smirk and a wink. “Subjects who identify as gay, bisexual, or curious have had tremendous muscle growth from ingesting 1 gallon of your supercum per day for a 21-day cycle. With an average gain of 20 pounds of muscle per subject and a maximum of 45 pounds of muscle for 2 subjects. Subjects who identify strictly as heterosexual with zero homosexual interest have had zero net muscle growth from ingesting the secret formula of 1 gallon of your supercum per day for a 21-day cycle.” I almost spit out my Protein drink. “So, you’re telling me that guys who have sucked dick or fantasized about sucking dick are gaining 20 pounds in 21 days, and the full-on heteros and homophobes got nothing! That is some funny stuff, Pup!” I laughed, “So, what are you thinking that maybe after my 3rd quarter double dosage my supercum might be even more supercharged and we can sell it as a natural supplement for all the gay boys to grow fucking massive?” “Well, that’s the general idea Bull. Would you be OK with that?” Pup asked. “Fuck yea, that’s hot knowing that my cum is turning every little gay boy who wants it into a massive muscle freaking man!” I said as I inadvertently stroked my now rock-hard hammer cock. We both just stopped talking and stared at the gigantic 4.5-foot-long cock as it expanded up and out with each stroke of my huge hands. Pup licked his lips as the first flow of cum made its way out of the pipe hole and across the thick head and down the mighty shaft. “See something tasty there Pup?” I sneered as I motioned for him to come to take a lick. I stood up and walked over to the oversized sofa and stretched out on my back with legs spread, my cock now fully erect and only inches from my face as it stretched up and over my mountainous pecs. “Come here and give me a kiss and let’s both suck this giant fucking cockmeat!” Pup stripped off his gym shorts and his little dick, well not really little by normal comparisons as it was now 9-inches long and 7-inches thick piece of cock, it slapped up on his 10 pack abs and then led the way as he climbed up and on top of my giant cock, riding it like a rocket in the movies! We started tonguing and kissing as we lapped at and swallowed the increasingly heavy flow of white-hot cum flowing out of my cockhead. My right hand instinctively went up and started playing with that muscular ass. “Where did this ass come from, Pup! Damn you are a handful and then some.” I groaned. “Nick has me on his bubble butt program, lots of squats to get my ass round and full.” He replied with a wicked big smile, “Do you like it Bull?” I responded by easily and quickly lifting him in the air, twisting him around, and then guiding that sweet ass to sit right on my face. Fuck, he smelt great and tasted even better. I could tell he hadn’t showered since his gym session and he was ripe in all the right ways. I used my giant tongue to lap it all up, oh wait, I haven’t told you about my tongue, now have I. It has become a sexual weapon as some of my bottom boys tell me. Like all of me, it is very strong and when I point it straight out it measures 8.5 inches. And eating ass has become a newfound fetish that I just can’t get enough of lately. Pup was moaning loudly as I licked and teased his virgin hole. It was a tight little pucker but after a while, it slowly opened up and I began rapidly flicking my tongue into his inner hole, and the more I punched in the louder Pup got with his moans. I was doing something right! I had each of his cheeks in my hands and I began to press his whole body up and down on the tip of my tongue, letting about an inch go inside before pushing him back up. He was bucking like crazy each time. I then let him slide down more on my cock-tongue until I had about 4 inches inside him on each downstroke. I had never heard Pup moan and groan so loudly before so I kept going. He was enjoying this tongue fuck. I let him fall a little further and then I felt that P-spot on the tip of my tongue. I rapidly flicked it with the tip of my tongue and Pup discovered his first ever anal orgasm. His body shook rapidly and his head threw back, I had to focus to keep him mid-air and in position on my tongue. I moved my tongue from side to side and up and down, literally tongue fucking him and another anal orgasm hit him as the tip of my tongue now lapped at his prostate like an ice cream bar. He was now screaming in moans of pleasure and I was fucking loving giving it to him. I pushed him and then let him drop feeling the full 8.5 inches of tongue/cock deep in his sweaty hole. He was creaming from inside of his hole! Fuck yeah! I could tell he was beating his cock for the world and I lifted him quickly off of my tongue and said, “shove that dick in my cock hole and shoot that cum!” before ramming his ass back down on my hard thrusting tongue/cock. I then felt it as his hard dick head stretched open my piss slit and slid in. he was pumping it hard and I knew he would cum quick so I rapidly fluttered my tongue against his p-spot which caused shudders and moans and screams of “I’m cumming, I’m cumming!” as I felt his dick shoot his load deep into my piss hole and then my cum flow erupted shooting it out and forcing his cock out of the way. I kept his hole deep on my tongue as the first wave of orgasm swept over me. I then gently sat him to the side as the now night-boys came rushing in to hook up the milker to my exploding whale cock! I laid down on my back as the milker did its job capturing my massive cumload to feed the Giants. Pup curled up beside me but I wanted some more of that sweet ass as my orgasm continued rocking through my huge body, this was going to be a high production load for sure. I told him to sit on my face and just let me lick and smell his incredible ass. Pup smiled, “anytime Bull, that was the most amazing feeling ever! You can eat my hole whenever you want Sir!” Around 6:00 am, Giant Papi, came into my office with his twins. The twins were completely hairless, naked except for their black leather collars, harness, and jocks covering their locked chastity cages. They were both still ripped like their college gymnast days but were now fully owned submissive slaves to Giant Papi. He placed them in the far corner, knelt, and faced the walls. Giant Papi then pulled out what appeared to be 2 large pillowcases and completely covered each sub so they appeared to be two objects in the corner. Well, I guess that is exactly what they were now. Giant Papi then turned to me, “Good morning Bull, you look great.” as he nodded to my still throbbing cock and the curled-up Pup, sleeping at my feet. “I just wanted to let you know that the outdoor weight room will be completed today.” He said proudly. Giant Papi had been put in charge of repurposing the basketball and tennis courts into an outdoor gym for all of the monster muscle studs in the compound to use. We had all outgrown our indoor gym and Giant Papi had been successful in procuring specially modified equipment and weights/dumbbells that would satisfy our need to lift some very heavy objects. My body was soaked in sweat as every muscle was pumped from the hours of lifting I had done in the new outdoor gym. The sun was going down and I realized I had been out here for over 6 hours now and I knew I could probably go another 6 more if I wanted. It felt great being here with my muscle gang, throwing around impossible weight, flexing, and challenging each other. I was the last Beast standing and wanted to hit the bench press to throw out a final pump into my barrel-shaped pecs. All of the studs were rock hard, as even though we were outside, my pits were throwing off so much musk you couldn’t be within a ½ mile and not be throbbing. “All right boys, let’s go, let me show you how a Bull throws up this lightweight!” I barked out as two guys on each side loaded up the bar. Each Giant threw on a 250-pound plate giving me a starting set of 1,000 pounds. I laid down on the extra-wide, reinforced bench as 2 Giants grabbed my cock and pulled it up and out of the way. Hard to bench with a 4 ½ foot elephant cock riding your pecs. Got my grip and easily lifted off, like everything today, this was not going to be a big challenge at all, so I pumped out 15 reps and then reracked the weight. “That was too fucking easy boys.” I bragged, “throw some real weight on there and give me something to lift.” The guys grabbed another 250-pound plate on each side. This 1500 pounds was about 180 pounds more than the current world record for a single lift. Ok, now we’re talking. I reset, lifted off, and popped up another 15 reps with a little strain on the last 3. “Come on guys, give the Bull a challenge at least!” I yelled out, frustrated at my strength not being truly tested. “Damn Bull, you’ve been out here lifting for 6 hours and you just threw up the World Record Bench like it was nothing!” Big John replied, “Don’t get mad at us cause you’re a fucking freak!” He said laughing as he and Giant David grabbed another 250-pound plate and threw them on. “Fuck this, let’s make it hurt!” Giant Tito said as he motioned for Giant Enrique to grab another 250 and load on each side. 2,500 pounds! Now we’re talking. I took a look around and all the studs had gathered around to watch the big Bull bench up this crazy weight. I psyched myself up for the lift, flexed and bounced my colossal pumped-up pecs, and slid down into position on the bench. My dick was dripping cum but the guys got it locked up and out of my way. The reinforced steel bar felt good in my hands as Giants Tito and Enrique were in the position to assist with a liftoff if needed. 1,2,3 go! I jammed the bar up and steadied it in position above my pecs. My muscles quickly told my mind, no fucking problem, I got this for at least 5 good reps. I slowly lowered the weight until it hit the top fur on my barrel chest then steadily pressed it back up in a nice controlled and smooth motion. I heard a few gasps as I continued and repeated again and again. Rep 5 was hard, I’ll admit, but I wasn’t done, I kept going and lowered the 2.5k weight down and the steel bar hit both erect nipples causing a power sensation which then transferred into a full liftoff back up…slowly…grunting hard…but I was able to lock out the 6th rep. I then pushed back the weight to the holders and let it rest. Jumped up and pounded my gorilla chest as the Giants were all jumping up and down, hollering and laughing. “Damn Bull, you just blew away the world record and did 2500 pounds for a solid 6 reps at the fucking end of your fucking 6-hour workout!” Big John yelled as he wrapped his huge guns around my waist and gave me a huge bear hug. “Hell yeah, man, and I could do more man but I’m going to stop cause I’d rather have that big dick pounding my hole than show off how strong this Bull is.” And that signaled the start of an all-night, outdoor, muscle orgy!
  17. Thanks Man! These final chapters were fun to write. Glad you are enjoying the Bull's journey!
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    EBFs and Size Freaks (Part 7 posted, May 26th)

    Part 7 I’ve decided to fast forward a little with the next part of the story, as I really want to wrap it up over the next two, possibly three chapters. There are scenes I wanted to write, but I don’t want this to run too long. Such ideas I planned to use, however, may find their way into future stories – Lorus “Wow… did you hear about the gym that got ransacked last night? It’s trending online.” Lee was sitting up in bed, catching up with the real world, after a dreamy all-nighter with his mountain muscle-hunk boyfriend Umberto. Umberto was in the kitchen, preparing French toast, with pancakes and bacon, intending to pamper his boyfriend with a slap-up breakfast in bed. Today marked the three week anniversary of the day they met at Aldersons. It seemed so long ago, now. But when you’re making love to the biggest bodybuilder in the world, then the flow of time often feels out of whack with reality. “Which gym, honey?” Umberto served up the breakfast and brought it over on a tray to Lee, along with a tall glass of orange juice. “The crappy one that all the roid-heads go to. Keilly’s Ironside Gym. John trains there too. I wonder if he was responsible.” Lee scrolled down through the news article. It stated that the gym had been broken into at around 11 p.m. and the manager’s office had its safe stolen. Many of the lockers had been raided, too, with the doors apparently torn off their hinges. Windows were smashed. Several empty syringes were recovered from the locker room, so police believe drug abusers may be involved.” “Well if it was John who did that, he’s been keeping a very low profile these past few weeks. He knows not to show his face at Gridiron. The manager and all the bodybuilders there are on our side.” There was something about the way Umberto spoke that was hardly very reassuring. Umberto placed the breakfast tray on Lee’s lap before carefully getting back into bed next to him. His massive bulk would have easily upset the tray of delicious breakfast food. Umberto’s growth had levelled out of late, with not a single growth spurt in a fortnight. This suited him fine, as it was taking time to get used to having even more muscle mass on a frame that never got taller than six foot six inches. Besides, Lee simply loved the fact that he was so much bigger than when they first met. “I hope it’s enough,” said Lee, starting on a piece of French toast. Umberto was a great cook, which was simply another bonus that came with being his boyfriend. “I think it’s time you quit working at Aldersons. You’re destined for bigger and better things, honey. Totally up to you, though. Just a suggestion.” “But I like working there, sweetie, although it’s not quite the same since Sam quit all of a sudden. He never gave a reason either. I rang his phone several times, and all I got back was one text at two in the morning, saying he had things to do.” “Well he’s really thrown himself into bodybuilding. I wonder how his progress is doing, now that he’s not inhaling any of my so-called ‘wonder-stink’.” “I just hope he doesn’t take the steroid route. He’s too nice and cute to get addicted to that shit. I just wish he’d let us know how he’s doing. He should join you, me, and Keith some evening to make a video. Imagine that orgy.” “Sam is adjusting to his new life. Give him time. But getting back to you. You make way more money making muscle worship videos with me than you ever will working at a supermarket. Besides, Umberto is gonna look after you until we’re both old fogies.” Umberto picked up a pancake from the tray and gobbled it up in one bite. He’d already had four protein shakes, but his appetite was always hungry for more calories. Umberto was correct. Lee had never had so much money in his bank account. He liked to think his massive sixteen inch cock had something to do with it, as the videos of Umberto sucking him off clocked up more revenue than any of Umberto’s solo videos. The one-off muscle worship threesome video, also featuring Keith Doppler, however, was still the biggest earner. Imagine if Sam decided to join in the fun. Which reminded him: Keith was due his assessment at The Redfern Institute at 10 a.m. that morning. Umberto was quite concerned. His last conversation with Cyrus Redfern on the phone earlier that week had been less than cordial. Umberto hadn’t been careful. His own monthly assessment was scheduled for the next day. *** The police at the scene of the ransacked gym were surprised to see two trucks roll up, out of which a team in hazmat suits appeared. One of them strode up to the officer in charge and flashed his credentials. “What the?” “CDC investigations. We have reason to believe a contaminant which represents a serious biohazard was detected at this location. We have orders to seal off the area whilst we conduct our investigation.” Redfern played the part calmly and succinctly. It was enough for the police to leave them to it. Inside the wrecked gym: “I want every inch of this place to be tested for RECIUM-412. Start with the shower and locker room. They usually blow their loads in there.” Redfern went into Maury the manager’s office and hacked into the computer on his desk. The door had been smashed in, but other than some minor disruption to the interior of the room, it was otherwise intact. There was a square mark on the floor where a safe had once stood. Redfern scanned through the database for the names and addresses of all one hundred and four members. Nothing seemed to pique his interest. Then: “Lillicrap. John Lillicrap. Now that is interesting. Very interesting indeed.” “Sir, we have a positive on RECIUM-412, one of the technicians on staff declared, when Redfern was finished in the office. He held in his gloved hand a test-tube containing a semen sample and a reactive agent that turned the sample green. Beneath his protective headgear Redfern’s wrinkled mouth bent into an angry frown. “Run full decontamination protocols. Leave this place spotless.” “Sir, what will we tell the press? There’s a news van outside. People seem worried.” “Tell them it’s anthrax, and that it’s being contained and neutralised. But I want an interception task force put on standby and ready to deploy on my orders. I am returning post haste to the institute. The Wickham boy is due to be tested.” *** Despite the receptionist being really nice to him and offering him refreshments, there was something about this place that Sam didn’t like. It had a more sinister feeling to it than something clinical. Keith was made to wait for him in the lobby. “Hey, no need to be worried. I got on fine with them, the other day. This isn’t something out of a Stephen King novel. They just want to take some blood and ask you some questions. Then you’ll have your Gridiron membership in no time.” Keith towered over his new boyfriend, although Sam, being the shorter of the two, had a much more densely-muscled physique than Keith. “They’re ready for you now, Sam,” said the receptionist as she showed him through to another room. “Hey Sam…” Keith called him before he disappeared behind a white door, “...get huge!” Keith formed a full lat spread in just his tank top and exposed button-fly slut shorts. He was 324 lbs of hulking, rippling muscle. He was now giving off his own muscle-musk, having used up all of the pills (some of which he’d given to Sam during their first intimate night together). Sam was four inches shorter, at five feet eleven, but he was already exceeding the minimum weight requirement to become a member of Gridiron. “Welcome to Muscle Central, Sam. You can call me Rob. I’m Doctor Redfern’s assistant. He’s been delayed due to a matter of urgency off campus, but he will return shortly. If you’d like to start by filling out this form, we can then proceed.” Rob handed Sam a clipboard containing three sheets of paper. Sam eyed some of the questions and tried not to be nervous. “It’s nothing to be scared of, Sam. Just routine questions we ask all of our initiates: medical history, allergies, that sort of thing.” Rob soon had Sam relaxed and unafraid. After the forms were filled in, Sam had his body measurements taken. He was also weighed and asked for a semen sample. He refused the pornographic magazines provided for him. He simply needed a mirror through which to get off to the sight of his own beautiful muscles. When he flexed he imagined himself a lot bigger. He flexed one pose after another, his muscles bulging all over. He grew hard, his ten inch boner starting to exceed ten and move closer to eleven. When he came, the spunk splashed all over the mirror. Rob was able to collect a sample, plus he made a note of how much was produced. The next part of the procedure was an MRI scan. The scanner at the Institute had been purposely built to accommodate the massive girths of bodybuilders many times Sam’s size. But it could be adjusted to make him as comfortable as possible. Sam was a little claustrophobic, but he managed to get through it okay. Finally, blood samples were taken, just as Doctor Redfern returned to take charge of the situation. He gestured to Sam to take a seat in his office. “Well, you’re probably relieved that the tests are all over for you, Sam. I know they can be uncomfortable for some of our subjects.” Redfern reminded Sam of a vampire, his tone bordering on macabre. His face and body were wizened, as if from the ravages of time, and yet his eyes still retained the vigour of a man half his age. He interlocked long, bony fingers together on his desk and smiled when it appeared to him that Sam was becoming more comfortable. “I’m not going to sugarcoat what I’m about to say to you, Sam. I know that you and Keith came into the possession of RECIUM-412. The levels in Keith’s blood and semen were consistent with ingestion of the drug in a concentrated form and not just through contact with Umberto Morelli. I shall have your test results very soon, although I think it’s safe to say that your results will be more or less the same as Keith’s.” “I just want to be huge, Doctor Redfern. Being around Umberto Morelli changes people… for the better. He radiates desire to grow in others.” Sam held his head, almost shamefully. “Well I must accept responsibility for that one. RECIUM-412 is a failure. It’s not as stable as it could have been. It was designed to regulate Umberto’s muscle-growth, as he is the only metazenic bodybuilder who grows muscle, but never gets taller. It is because he was a late bloomer, itself extremely rare amongst his kind. It’s not meant to be abused by the non-metazenic. Your growth, and Keith’s, is astonishing. Previous test subjects usually only gained a few pounds of muscle before developing a resistance to the drug. You and Keith are the exceptions.” “Does that mean we’re like Umberto? Can we get as big as he is?” “I’m not yet sure. More research is needed. Although I believe that his muscle-musk acted as a catalyst to a hitherto unseen effect. It not only affected your muscles, it stimulated your limbic system so that simply desiring to be huge has had a dramatic effect on your growth.” Something bleeped on Redfern’s small laptop. “Ah yes, your results. It’s as I expected. Your limbic system has been permanently altered by the over-exposure to RECIUM-412. It’s as if Umberto changed it in his own body, then released the new and improved version through his muscle-musk, which you came into contact with, and which initially kick-started your growth.” “But why did Lee not grow muscles the same as me? Only his di– er, I mean… penis… got larger.” “I would expect that deep down Lee never wanted to be a bodybuilder. I interviewed him about it, and he is just one of those people who can get through life without needing to be the most dashing peacock in the pen. But he likes having oversized genitals, and that’s how the muscle-musk affected him. But I need to exercise caution. Your growth must be strictly regulated. That is why you will be attending the Institute on a weekly basis.” “Weekly? That’s a bit excessive. What if I wanted to move away, and start over?” Sam shifted his weight in the chair. His arse was a little numb. He didn’t like where this was going. “Fear not, Sam. Your every need will be catered for. I see you wrote ‘unemployed’ on your form. You ceased working at the supermarket, yes?” “Yeah, I just want to bodybuild as much as possible, Doctor. Aldersons was holding me back. Besides, Keith and I are together now. He makes good money doing porn videos with Umberto and Lee. Plus, he’s kinda Umberto’s handyman and PR guy now.” Sam went quiet. His mouth felt a little dry. “Would you like some water? You might need it when you hear about my proposal.” Redfern smiled warmly. He no longer appeared vampire-like to Sam. “No I’m good, thanks.” “As an ongoing Institute subject, you will be entitled to a full, and quite generous stipend. It will ensure that you do not need to work in order to support yourself. You will also gain access to our high-tech state of the art gym here at the Institute. We own the Gridiron franchise, but they’re just there to attract the most exceptionally-gifted bodybuilders out there. They also exist to draw potential metazenic bodybuilders out of the ether, so to speak. It would seem that more are emerging, and they’re always gay, too. It’s a side effect of the original program I’d thought was a failure. But look at all that’s happened as a result.” It was a lot for Sam to take in. “Now that you and Keith are actually generating the effects of RECIUM in your bloodstreams, this will have to be monitored very carefully. It may be that you could even exceed the growth rate of metazenic bodybuilders. Your growth thus far has been astonishing. If this keeps up you could be bigger than Umberto is now. It’s just too early to know for certain.” “Really? I want that so much, Doctor. Yes, I’ll do whatever is required. I want to be the biggest, most muscular bodybuilder the world has ever seen.” “Yes, your desire is very strong, indeed, Sam. That is why I asked Keith not to tell you too much about his assessment. I tend to enjoy seeing that look on the faces of my initiates.” Redfern then got up from his desk and leaned forward to shake the hand of the beautiful blonde bodybuilder. “Welcome to the family, Sam Wickham!” *** The next day Umberto and Lee arrived at the Institute via a vehicle designed to accommodate Umberto’s incredible size. Umberto was looking forward to the assessment as much as he was dreading it. He hoped that Redfern had reprimanded him enough over the phone and that there wouldn’t be more of the same in person. Lee thought it was quite humbling to see Umberto revert back to the “teen about to be scolded by his superior” mode. Lee’s interview with Doctor Redfern had been somewhat brief, with just a blood and semen sample required. Since it became apparent that Lee was now happy with the size of his genitalia, Redfern said there was therapy available to nullify the effects of RECIUM muscle-musk, so that Lee would no longer grow a larger penis. He was made to wait in the lobby as Umberto was shown up to Redfern’s spartan but capacious office. An extra large chair was provided to comfortably accommodate Umberto. “Would you like something to drink, Umberto?” Redfern was in a bad mood, but not as bad as Umberto thought he’d be. “I’m okay, Cyrus. I just want to get this over. I know I messed up. I can’t apologise any further than I already have.” For a moment Umberto felt small and insignificant. Although he was on a first name basis with Redfern, he still had to conduct himself in a professional manner and not get riled up, which might trigger a growth spurt. “I’m not overly angry with you. It’s becoming clear from data compiled throughout the Gridiron network, that non-metazenic bodybuilders are getting unnaturally bigger beyond what abuse of anabolic steroids and HGH currently precipitate. It may be that men are naturally evolving, but my analysis of the situation is that there is some bleeding effect in play, specific to your body’s ability to emit a more concentrated variant of RECIUM-412 through pheromones and body fluids.” Redfern paused to remove his spectacles from his beak-like nose. He was tired, having not slept in almost twenty-four hours. He had a lot on his mind and much work to do cleaning up a mess, he’d hoped could be curtailed and not allowed to get out of control. “I never asked for this. I’m like this because you got it wrong twenty years ago, Cyrus. And now you expect me to tiptoe around and be all gentle and careful in case I leak some muscle-growth pixie dust for others to react to? Well, I’m sorry, but I can’t live my life like this.” Umberto quickly bolstered some of his old self back, deciding that playing the meek and humble teenager wasn’t going to cut it anymore. “I’m not expecting you to. All I ask is that you be a little more mindful of who you cross paths with. Keith clearly obtained several pills from your apartment, although he still denies it. But his blood test results say otherwise. And now Sam has also been affected. I’m glad they hooked up, so at least they won’t go off to find separate partners who they may affect and add to this unfortunate chain of events. This must be contained at all costs. We can’t have a muscle-growth epidemic on our hands.” “Received and understood, Cyrus. Now can we please get to the good stuff? I got muscles to build,” Umberto snorted. “Of course. I’m glad we are on the same page, Umberto. You’re my star pupil, after all,” said Redfern, ending their chat with a less sombre tone. Umberto was well used to the drill at the Institute. He went down to the testing labs and stood on the special scale that could take the weight of a jet plane, it was that powerful. “Should I take my clothes off, for a more accurate reading?” He said to Rob, Redfern’s assistant. “I hardly think what you’re barely wearing will make much of a difference, Umberto. Just out of interest, where did you obtain such a sexy outfit?” Rob was clearly attracted to Umberto, not that his white lab coat could contain the chubby he was sporting inside his own pants. Rob was in really good shape for a lab nerd, but he was a long way off from being a proper bodybuilder. “House of Trione. Fortunato is a master tailor, and a friend of mine. If you like I can give you his number. He might run something sexy up for you, too,” Umberto winked. The giant bodybuilder was clad in a sleeveless pink crop top with a polo collar buttoned up to the neck. Umberto liked wearing button collar tops fully fastened because they made his chest and traps look a lot bigger, and there were more buttons between which his pec flesh could be seen through straining gaps. His pants were charcoal black, made of a very stretchy denim-esque material that Fortunato developed so that really gigantic bodybuilders would feel comfortable wearing. These had a cut-away waistband and five silver exposed buttons down the front. Umberto’s dick and balls were now monstrously huge, so the crotch of the jeans were designed to be extra stretchy. Through the gaps in the buttons, Umberto’s white jockstrap could be seen. The ensemble was complete with a pair of flip-flops large enough to fit his size thirteen feet. The scale readout read: “1244 lbs”. “Wow, last time you weighed me I was only 760.” “Almost 500 lbs in a month,” Rob commented excitedly. “More like two weeks. I haven’t had a growth spurt in about a fortnight.” “It’s just your body adjusting to the new muscle mass. Do you actually want to get bigger?” “Sure, who wouldn’t? Although, I will admit, it’s kinda cool taking a little break from it. The extra muscles have made me extra clumsy. We’ve only just gotten the apartment looking lived-in, but I’ve so far broken two vases, three toilet seats, the sofa, and ripped the door off the fridge when I went to get a snack.” Umberto proudly flexed his sixty-five inch guns, which almost exploded with vascular mass. “The lasers will scan your body’s dimensions now, Umberto. As usual, just keep still for thirty seconds or so,” Rob instructed as he jotted down some notes. The measurements flashed across a large computer screen mounted on one wall. “Chest: 240 flexed, arms: 67 flexed, waist: 40, hmm maybe waist-training will get it down to a more attractive 36.” Rob made a special note of that. “Yeah yeah, I’m fuckin’ huge. Forget the numbers. I really wanna hit the gym today. I may not grow, but I need to get a big pump going.” “Yes, you do seem a little restless. I’ve noticed your thighs are so thick, they’re affecting how you walk. We offer revolutionary new sculpting techniques that could refine the muscularity you have below the waist to make your walking more comfortable. You would lose volume, but not strength or weight. Your muscles would simply become denser. We’re actually looking to expand this to your overall physique. Think about it: you can’t fit through the doors of your favourite department store, or fit into a booth at your favourite restaurant. A simple device implanted under your skin can tighten all of your muscles so you lose mass temporarily. You can always turn it off when you’re done, and revert back to your bigger self.” “I’ll think about it. Right now I’m happy to waddle along. It’s sexy, is it not?” “Yes, very much so.” “Fuck, I feel so restricted in this crop top.” “It looks great on you, Umberto. Crop tops tend to draw one’s eyeline to the chest area, so your chest is absolutely phenomenal. Which brings me back to the nano-sculpt device. You could wake up one day after a growth spurt and find it hard to walk, but activating the device will make your legs thinner, but then your upper body will look even more massive. You want bigger pecs, right?” “Of course, I’m a boobs man through and through. My bust will never be as big as I want it to be,” Fortunato growled, his muscle-lust rising. He cranked out a full lat spread causing tears to his crop top. Two more flexes – each one bigger than the last – and the crop top flew apart, exposing his massively bulbous mega-chest. With areolas the size of teacup saucers, and the nipples themselves as big as salt shakers, his muscle-bust could not be matched, not even by the larger, taller and heavier metazenic bodybuilders around the world. He flexed his pectorals and bounced them vigorously. They flared red in colour as blood rushed to feed them. He then squeezed them between his mighty arms, forcing them to thicken and bulge crazily. “Fuck this, Rob. I’m going to lift some very, very heavy stuff now… over and over… and I want my boyfriend right there coaxing me on, and then I’ll need him to fuck me with his giant twink dick.” And as if to emphasise his lust, Umberto’s balls swelled to more than twice their size, pushing his lengthening and thickening rod upwards and outwards. Buttons pinged off his EBFs, as his junk swelled ever-larger, shredding the jockstrap as easily as they did the pants. Umberto was now naked and ready for his workout. “Okay then… make your way to the gymnasium. Would you like me to arrange some alternative clothing for your return home? Perhaps I could phone your tailor.” “Fuck that, Rob. I’m so horny, imagine what I’ll be like after my workout? I’ll just burst out of the next set of clothes, too. Grrr!” “Yes, I suppose you’ve got a point, all twenty-plus inches by the looks of it,” Rob remarked, in awe of Umberto’s overall size and masculinity. He was getting more and more beautiful. Even his face had changed since his last visit. He was way more handsome than ever. *** In the gym: Umberto was joined by Lee, who was there mostly for fun and to support his beautiful boyfriend. Like Umberto, he’d stripped down to his birthday suit, his sixteen inch dick in a semi-flaccid state. He’d not eaten since the evening before, and so he was looking thinner than ever. He had a visible heartbeat, and his ribs and hip bones were clearly visible. But he was still in perfect health, and not emaciated at all. He was just super skinny, which made his dick and balls look way bigger when compared with the rest of him. He sometimes wore contact lenses, but Umberto loved to see him naked and wearing only his glasses. They made him look so much cuter and way more handsome than the contacts. “Wow, look at how tiny my waist is,” joked Lee, trying to fit a lifting belt around it, only even though it was fastened on the last holes, he could still easily slip it on and off. He sucked in his stomach down to a ridiculous vacuum, to the point where he could put his hands on each side of his waist and make his fingers meet in the middle. His dick thickened to its biggest size and turned rock hard. He felt a little light headed, but Umberto loved to see him play with his skinny body like this. He, too, grew super rock hard as more and more blood flooded the pipes and conduits inside his dick. “Grrr, seeing you like this makes me want to add another 500 lbs to the bar, honey,” he joyfully and lustily proclaimed. “Don’t let me stop you, huge man,” said Lee, blowing him a kiss from not far away whilst pretending to balance a very small weight on his massively erect dick. He almost succeeded, but it was enough to drive Umberto into beast mode of the most frenzied kind: “Oh Jeezus, did you have to do that? It’s making me so horny. I’m feeling stronger!!!!” Umberto increased his weight on the bar to two and a half thousand pounds, his heaviest bench press yet. “Damn… I’m not strong enough yet,” he admitted when he let the bar land back wobbly on the rack. “What if I lift up this twenty pound plate and try to fuck it through the hole with my dick? Would that coax you enough to press that weight where it needs to go?” Lee, clearly in the throes of lust, wanted his soul mate to break his record. And with his help, he’d do just that. “Yes… yes… do it. Please… that’s so fucking hot! I want to break my record and explode with cum at the same time. All for my sexy, skinny Lee!” Umberto’s tone was a pleading one, desperately so. The large, iron disc felt heavy in Lee’s hands, and it was now that he wished he could be stronger. But he just about managed to bring the head of his cock to the hole in the centre of the disc. There was a problem, however. “My dick’s too thick to fit through the hole. Might need some help!” Umberto had an idea. He got up from the bench that used a combination of magnetic resistance and traditional iron weights to provide Umberto with all the weight he needed to outgrow his current size. He muscle-waddled over to his gorgeous skinny man and took the plate from him. “Yeah, no way that monster dick of yours could ever get through this tiny hole. Let me be of assistance.” He inserted two callused fingers into the hole and began to work them back and forth until the metal heated up. Then he forced his fingers apart, several times, eventually making the hole larger. “What about now?” Lee tested it with his dick, but it was still too big to get through the hole. “Looks like I won’t get to fuck some iron, Umberto… and you won’t get the encouragement you need to break your bench record.” Lee feigned disappointment, but with a mischievous glint in his eyes. “No fucking way is this happening,” Umberto snarled, his muscle-lust rising to fever pitch. He widened the hole some more. “Now try it,” he excitedly demanded. Sure enough, this time the plate slipped easily onto Lee’s whopper-dick. To both their surprise: “Hey, this feels like it weighs nothing. But when I held it with my hands, it felt heavier than 20 lbs.” Both Lee and Umberto were shocked to discover that although Lee’s body was skinny, lanky, with low muscle mass, his dick seemed to be super strong. “Try another plate,” Lee excitedly suggested. “Buh-but… you’ll hurt yourself, honey. I would hate to play a part in you getting injured.” Umberto was hesitant due to caution. “Does my dick look like it’s in any discomfort? Look at it. A monster hyper-phallus with a 20 lb weight plate shoved onto it. It feels fine. Get me another.” Umberto repeated the same process as before, but with another plate. He carefully slid it onto Lee’s dick, pushing it all the way along the shaft, until it struck the first one with a metallic ‘clank’. “How does that feel, sexy, gorgeous Lee, my twinky love?” “Feels like two plastic bangles, nothing more. This is incredible. Repeat your metal-kneading prowess with two more. Although, I still may have room for a few more after that.” Lee was enjoying every moment of their new discovery, especially what it would inevitably lead to. In the three weeks since they’d been together, they’d never had sexual intercourse. Umberto was afraid that Lee would get hurt if he lost control while fucking him. So their sex had consisted of mainly muscle worship, oral, and wanking each other off. This, of course, was extremely pleasurable for both. But what if there could be more? When Lee had four plates supported by his dick, it was well over half his own body weight. By now it felt like his dick was supporting a bag of sugar. Each plate was just under two inches thick. He could probably hold up to seven in total, and still have the head of his dick showing. Seven plates together weighed more than he did. He decided to go for it. “Jeezus, that’s more than you weigh,” exclaimed Umberto, when his super-skinny boyfriend stood proud and tall with 140 lbs of iron threaded onto his monster cock. “I can’t believe this is even possible. Should we tell Doctor Redfern?” “Fuck that. This is our private stuff. There are things we have the right to keep to ourselves. But I want you to do one thing for me.” “And what would that be, my huge, gigantic muscle-god… as if I didn’t already know?” Lee started to bounce his dick up and down, causing the plates to clank noisily against each other. “If I break my bench press record… will you fuck me?” “Sure… but only if you break your record.” “And if I don’t? Will you punish huge Umberto by not pleasuring him in new and exciting ways? Will Umberto not get to be your bottom bitch?” “Sometimes you have to be cruel to be kind, darling,” said Lee, enjoying the mischievous role-playing. He also loved when Umberto referred to himself in the third person. “Grrrr… I need more strength, so.” Umberto hadn’t had a growth spurt in a couple of weeks. But he felt now was the time for another one. If he wanted to break records, then he needed extra muscle and extra strength to do so. He also needed his arse to get strong enough to be able to take a massive pounding from his gorgeous skinny boyfriend with a super-powered schlong. “Er… shouldn’t you take a pill before you grow?” Lee grew a little concerned. “Fuck it. Cyrus already told me RECIUM is a failure. Besides, I’ll grow how I fucking well like. I’m fucking sick of this place.” This was purely Umberto’s lust talking. Just as Umberto started his forced growth session, an alarm sounded from speakers throughout the compound. “What the f–?” EMERGENCY… EMERGENCY… FORCED ENTRY OF UNKNOWN AGGRESSOR DETECTED. ALL PERSONNEL TO PANIC ROOMS. INTERCEPTION SQUAD INITIATE DISPATCH. REPEAT… EMERGENCY… EMERGENCY… ETC! His growth suddenly put on hold, Umberto cared only about keeping Lee safe. He removed the plates from his dick before scooping him up in his arms. They escaped the gym facility with seconds to spare, before a massive amount of smashed masonry and metal crashed downward from above, destroying the gym completely. A storm of unprecedented magnitude had arrived.
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    Vaccinated

    CHAPTER EIGHTY He lay in post-orgasmic bliss, practising quieting his subconscious. It seemed to be getting easier, but could he intercept and control it? Surely, if he could control the voice, silencing it (even if only for a short time), then he’d have control over all aspects? So, what could he do? Could he stop breathing? He thought ‘stop breathing’ and he – well, he wasn’t sure - he kind of pushed it into the stream of his subconscious, like floating a boat on a river, where his thought was the boat and the stream of his subconscious the river. Sure enough, he stopped breathing! He thought ’restart breathing’, and pushed the thought into the stream. As before, he started breathing. He became excited - he could control it, control the subconscious commands to his body! His excitement suddenly burst, like a water balloon, leaving him sheepish and embarrassed, even though nobody else knew what he was thinking. He’d just achieved what even the smallest child could do. He held his breath. Congratulations. Okay, something else, he thought, something you can’t normally do. Stop his heart? Risky - what if he couldn’t restart it? He wasn’t alone but, still, if his heart was stopped for long enough for the ambulance to arrive, he’d probably be brain dead. Well, if he could stop his heart just by thinking it, then he should be able to start his heart by thinking it, right? And it was the ultimate test of the limits of his new ability. If he could do that, he could do anything. He took a deep breath - the usual way, no weird thinking and pushing involved. He thought, “stop my heart beating”. And held his breath, again the normal way. **** Jake lay in post-orgasmic bliss, his thoughts focussed on his own thoughts, and his subconscious voice that he could now hear, sometimes clearer, sometimes fainter so that he was barely aware of it. What did it mean? Was he losing his mind? He didn’t think it was a mental illness, he seemed to have all his faculties, and the voice seemed to be mirroring what was actually happening to his body. Not quite mirroring, more like a precursor. He’d hear his subconscious voice say a command, and a moment later his body would respond and perform that command. Was he actually hearing his subconscious controlling his body? Surely not? Who could do that? What was the point? He didn’t want to know that his stomach was producing acid, or his kidneys adjusting his salt balance, or his colon producing faeces. Gross. If he’d thought about it a little more, he might’ve realised that even being aware of the passive stream of commands could be extremely useful, allowing one to optimise nutrition intake, for example, to one’s own body, rather than relying on ‘bro science’, or timing workouts for when the body was maximally primed for hypertrophy. Of course, being able to manipulate those commands, to force those things onto the body would be better; much, MUCH better. But he wasn’t there, yet. **** Brad lay in post-orgasmic bliss, his thoughts focussed inward, he’d crossed a line tonight. He’d allowed himself to be fucked up the arse, like some fag. But it felt so fucking GOOD. Holy fuck did it feel good. When his cock pressed on his prostate – that was a real eye opener, literally and figuratively. Combined with Amber orgasming on his dick. FUCK. He was getting hard again just thinking about it. **** Amber lay in post-orgasmic bliss, her thoughts focussed inward. Earlier, she thought she recognised the voices in her head, thought she could make out what they were saying, but it slipped away as Brad made her cum again. Brad! What a beefcake! Jake was fucking hot, but Brad was just as hot, in a totally different way. They didn’t quite mesh the way her and Jake did – she didn’t think she’d ever find anyone that made her feel quite like Jake did – but variety is the spice of life, even when you’ve already got access to the greatest spice on earth that is Jake. **** Nothing. Well, that was anti-climactic, he thought. He was expecting his heart to stop beating, certainly a climactic event! So, what did that mean? Did it mean he could only control his subconscious to do things he could already make it do (like stop breathing)? Yawn. Did it have limitations, where his subconscious wouldn’t let him harm or kill himself? Sort of like if you try and hold your breath forever, eventually your subconscious forces you to breath? Well, that would be better. But how to test that, and practice? Then, it hit him. The brain doesn’t directly instruct the heat to beat, the heart will intrinsically beat, even without any connection to the brain, but controls the heart rate by controlling the body’s natural pacemaker. Of course - he nearly facepalmed at his stupidity. He thought, ’stop triggering the pacemaker’. He nearly jumped out of his skin with elation! His heart stopped beating! He could control any aspect of his body, at will! His elation very soon turned to dread and panic as he began losing consciousness, his blood pressure crashing, his brain starved of oxygen. His vision began to tunnel, his hearing faded. He needed to act, FAST. ‘Restart the pacemaker’ he thought. He was relieved to feel his heart resume pumping, fresh blood flowing to his brain, oxygenating it, restoring his senses. It would take some time to learn to properly control this ability, and when pushing the limits was too far. He smiled, his fantasies would be fulfilled. He heard his brain instruct his body to inflate his cock again, and he smiled as he tweaked the process, slowing it down, edging himself to full mast.
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    Vaccinated

    CHAPTER SEVENTY-NINE Amber squealed as Brad picked her up by her waist, spinning her upside down, and bringing her mouth down onto his swollen, vertical cock. She’d barely undone his jeans and released his unyielding cock, pulling the waistband of his boxers below his balls, pushing them out and allowing them to hang in front of the gaping zip of his jeans. He groaned with pleasure as the teeth of the zip dug into his scrotum, the pain increasing his arousal. As she attacked his dick, he groaned, and moved one of his arms to the small of her back, hugging her to him, so he could remove her panties with his other hand. He savoured her smell, using his powerful neck muscles to exploit the new vantage point, and attack her sensitive spots from the new angle. She squirted with pleasure. Blood rushed to her head, swelling her plump, luscious lips, which she used to caress and massage his cock, from base to meatus, her tongue swirling and flicking, causing Brad to buck with pleasure. His tongue flicked her clit, and he used his lips to grasp and pull on her lips, making her squeal and moan. He flexed his cock, causing it to twitch and bounce in her mouth, sending bolts of pleasure through his shaft and spreading through his body. She lapped up his pre, sucking and licking, enjoying his sweet nectar. As he brought her to orgasm with his mouth, he was ready to bring himself to orgasm, using Amber as the tool. He held her waist with both hands, performing a hammer curl movement, bouncing Amber up and down on his cock, face fucking her without moving his cock. He exploded in her mouth, pumping in volleys of cum which she swallowed with zeal. As he continued cumming, he pulled her from his cock, spewing the last few ropes of his seed onto her face. He spun her around the right way up, kissing her passionately, his cum mixing with their salvia, and spreading in his beard. As they kissed, he lowered her onto his still-hard cock, entering her and flexing, swelling his cock inside her, eliciting gasps of pleasure from her and deep, resonant groans from him, her entire body quivering as a result of his baritone reverberation. She orgasmed again, squeezing and massaging the entire length of his cock with the muscular contractions of her climax, sending matching waves of intoxicating shivers through his shaft, spreading out to his entire body. He came again, pumping his seed inside her, cum leaking down her legs as he filled her and she overflowed. **** As he came, he nuzzled Jake’s prodigious bulge with his face, caressing it with his hands. His inner voice was louder, again, as his attention was diverted to his pleasure and that of his partner – Increase heart rate. Increase blood pressure. Relax penile arteries. Constrict penile veins. – His subconscious was instructing his cock to swell again. He took off Jake’s pants, releasing his prodigious genitals, cock at full mast ready to enter his hole. He moved over to Brad, who was penetrating Amber, holding her up and lowering her onto his cock. Brad had not taken off his jeans, his luscious cheeks trapped by denim, his hole, protected. He wanted to change that. He grabbed the waistband of Brad’s jeans, and lowered them over the mounds of his bubble butt, careful to ensure the zip did no damage to his scrotum. He revelled in the sight of Brad’s bubbles, massive hamstrings inserting under the cheeks, the sweep of his quads clearly visible even from behind. His cock was painfully hard. He pressed a finger into Brad’s perineum, sweeping it up between his cheeks, pausing at his hole, his excitement rising as he saw the muscles pucker and flex, Brad’s glutes nearly crushing his finger as he pressed against his hole. He smiled. Fingers weren’t going to cut it. He lay his shaft across the top of his crack, between the bubbles. Brad hesitated. This was a step beyond a little rimming and arse play, this was full on anal penetration. Did he really want to go down this path? Jake, sensing his hesitation, approached his friend and whispered in his ear. Amber squealed as his cock jumped and hardened inside her, and his glutes relaxed, allowing him to prepare to enter Brad’s virgin hole. Pre was almost gushing from his painfully hard cock. He could hear his subconscious preparing his entire reproductive system for entering Brad, his brain increasing the sensitivity of the nerve endings in and around his cock. He rubbed his meatus on Brad’s hole, transferring some pre. Brad groaned. Amber squealed. He pushed his glans against Brad’s hole, it putting up a determined fight to prevent his cock from conquering the territory beyond. Brad’s power made his anus extra tight. As he pushed harder, it slowly began to give way, opening like the aperture of a camera, allowing his meatus to deposit pre into virgin territory. As he pushed harder, ecstatic waves of orgasmic pleasure were rocketing up his shaft and spreading through his whole body, as Brad’s anus fought back, pressing on his glans, stimulating the myriad nerves. He told Brad to relax, and his hole released some tension, allowing him to thrust forward, entering him. It was a first for both of them, and it was a toss up who was enjoying it more, getting more pleasure from it. Until, that is, his glans met Brad’s prostate. The giant roared a massive roar, startling them all, and his cock began spewing gobs of cum every which way. As Brad came, his muscles pressed on his cock, bringing him to the brink. Jake wanted in. He entered him from behind, both gasping; Jake’s massive cock was a tight fit. He was ready to cum, and by the sounds of Amber, Brad was raring to go again, and Jake was ready at will. Jake began pounding him from behind, slamming deep, his glans rubbing and stroking, his prostate sending waves of pleasure as Jake’s glans passed across it, back and forth. His subconscious was virtually screaming in his head, instructing his prostate to produce semen, preparing his balls to launch their sperm - he was cumming. They all four orgasmed simultaneously, he and Brad experiencing new, previously unknown pleasurable sensations. **** As Jake orgasmed, he clearly made out his subconscious voice issuing instructions to his body to ejaculate. He wasn’t yet sure what it meant, but at least he wasn’t going crazy hearing non-existent voices.
  22. Chapter 9 and 10 on the old forum? Damn hope he migrates them here!!! As I haven't read them
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  24. Best line at the end of an episode: "...everything faded to black."
  25. Potential, Part 2 “The Zoo” - Chapter 2 It was a gorgeous, sunny California day, and the zoo was filled with sights and sounds of exotic plants and animals. When I entered through the public gate, I flashed my visitor’s pass, and everything was laid out exactly as Ian had described. I walked straight ahead until I passed the shuttle station and then veered left at a sign that read “Fork in the Road.” From there, I followed signs that indicated “Campo Gorilla Reserve.” Sun streamed through the overhanging leaves of palms and tropical plants, casting frond-like shadows that dappled the pavement. Visitors, mostly families with kids, massed in small groups at individual exhibits, and the animals mostly lazily lounged in the shadows or occasionally paced in the background, although occasionally some frisky juveniles would interact with the visitors or do something especially cute, and the crowd would erupt with a laugh or coo an audible “aaaawwwe.” All-in-all, it seemed to be a pretty typical zoo, although, as Ian had mentioned, it was considerably smaller than what I would have expected for a city the size of LA, and the crowds were more sparse than I would have imagined. Still, the visitors seemed happy to be there and satisfied with the exhibits, probably glad to find this refuge of calm in the middle of a city that was otherwise overstuffed with theme parks and chaos. I was just approaching Campo Gorilla Reserve and wondering how I would meet up with Ian when I spotted a grinning mountain of muscle walking my way, briefly cupping the bulge in his pants and then flexing his pecs with a bounce. The khaki uniform dress of all zoo employees did little to disguise the all kinds of sexy that this hot man exuded. He looked like sex on a stick, his big muscles bulging and churning as he walked straight toward me, his oversized tackle and bait pushed out front by the mass of his thighs, creating a lump in his pants that was hard to ignore. Just as we were approaching, I heard a young boy behind me say to his friends, “Hey, guys! There he is! There’s Ian!” Then the pounding of ten little feet as the handful of seven-year-olds passed by me on their way to touch base with their favorite zoo superhero. “Hey, Ian!” they yelled, running up to the big guy, slapping their hands on his oversized body like he was home base. “Hey guys,” he said, mussing their hair with his oversized palms. “What are you doing here today? It’s hot as blazes! I thought you’d be swimming. “ The first boy replied, “We’re going to Typhoon Lagoon later, but we wanted to see the new big gorilla first. My dad says he’s like King Kong!” Ian squatted down on his haunches, leveling his stare at the boys, and raised both eyebrows in a mock look of horror and shock, “You mean Tongo?” “Yeah, Tongo!” the four boys gleefully yelled in unison. “Tongo!” “Well I just saw Tongo less than five minutes ago. His enclosure is right over there,” he said, pointing in the direction of Campo Gorilla Reserve. “We had to put him in a special enclosure because he is so big and so strong that he was bending the bars on the usual cages.” Ian mimed pulling two bars apart, and one of the boys let out a, “Woah,” while the other boys vibrated with excitement. Then one of them asked, “Is he stronger than you, Ian?” “Well, to tell you the truth, I don’t really know, but I’m afraid he might be. He can bend bars of steel!” Then he leaned into the boys and continued in a quieter voice, as if he were sharing a secret. “The thing I’ve got going for me is that I’ve been eating my vegetables and getting lots of fresh air; so at least I’m the best I can be. I’ve also been eating bunches of spinach like Popeye; so, I might even be stronger than Tongo.” “Wow!” said another boy, and the third boy said, “Show us your muscle!” Then they all joined in chorus, “Yeah, Ian. Show us your muscle!” By this time, a small crowd of parents and kids had gathered closer to Ian to hear him hamming it up, and now everyone young and old was about to get the show of a lifetime. I checked out the crowd, and all eyes were on Ian. Everyone seemed to be holding their breath, waiting for the charismatic mountain of muscle to make his next move, hoping that he would pull back his sleeve. It seemed Ian, not Tongo, was the zoo’s main attraction, and it was Ian who loved the attention. Just then, I felt the warmth of a hand on my shoulder and a gentle squeeze of my trap. A soft, friendly voice said in my ear, “He’s truly remarkable, you know.” I turned to see who was talking to me and was pleasantly surprised to see a handsome man with twinkling eyes and a dazzling smile. “Excuse me?” “Ian, of course – remarkable,” he nodded in Ian’s direction… “but you already know that.” Just then group of small voices erupted in delight as Ian pumped his arm a few times, stretching his sleeve to its limits and diverting our attention back to the sideshow. “Okay guys,” Ian said to his fan club, “I’ve shown you mine. Now you show me yours.” The kids responded by proudly rolling back their sleeves and flexing their nearly non-existent biceps, straining and writhing as hard as they could. “Wow!” the muscle giant erupted with mock admiration. “You guys are really coming along. I can tell you’ve been spending a lot of time playing outside and getting plenty of fresh air and sunshine. It’s really important to do that every day and eat all of your vegetables and always be kind. Real men treat everyone nicely” The kids were all ears, hanging onto every word that he said. My heart swelled as I watched this man who I had originally pegged as crude and egotistical so adeptly and gently provide these kids encouragement and guidance about being healthy, good citizens. “Now you kids run along and see Tongo. I just gave him a some leaves and huge bunch of bananas. Maybe he’ll share some with you if you’re respectful and quiet.” Ian rose from his haunches, and the kids turned their attention toward Campo Gorilla Reserve, but before they continued their journey to see the big new gorilla, they said thank you to Ian, and they all waved good-bye. And like that, the sideshow was over. But I was still mesmerized. Ian turned and saw me staring at him and emphatically waved as he headed my way. “Matt!” My heart melted. Oh God. I knew this feeling. Was I really falling for Ian? Then the gentle hand on my shoulder gave a soft squeeze, and the voice repeated itself, “Truly remarkable.” I started to turn, but Ian called me again, waving, “Hey, Matt!” I waved back to acknowledge that I had seen him. Then I felt a slight sting on my neck. I swatted at what I assumed was a small biting fly or a sweat bee, but I must have missed. Nothing was there. Then I noticed that something else was missing as well. The handsome man with the dazzling smile and the twinkly eyes who had just patted my shoulder was nowhere to be seen. It was as if he had vanished. “Hey, Matt,” Ian called again. “Come this way,” he motioned for me to follow as he veered down a side path that was marked “Zoo Employees Only.” I caught up to him as we entered the cover of the dense foliage. I couldn’t resist. I grabbed his hand, spun him around and reeled him in for a kiss. He responded and kissed me back deeply. Then he stopped, grabbed my shoulders and pushed me away. He was staring at me with a mix of curiosity and concern. “What?” I asked. “You… You taste different.” “Well, I did brush my teeth before we left may apartment…” “No. It isn’t that. Look at me! Look me straight in the eyes.” I did as he said. “Your pupils are dilated. How are you feeling?” “I feel fine. I feel great!” I grabbed his thick pecs and gave them a squeeze. “In fact, if you can believe it I feel a bit horny.” He flexed in response. “Why doesn’t that surprise me?” Then it hit me. I began to feel uncomfortably warm, and I thought I might vomit. “You sure you’re okay? You look a little green in the gills.” Then I started to sweat, and my whole body shuddered. It was like a small seizure. I felt panic and fear. “Ian, what’s going on!” He held me up by the shoulders and said, “Don’t worry, Kid. I got you.” Then he spun me around and pulled down my collar. “Fuck!” “What?” “He already dosed you! That sneaky little fuck dosed you right out in the open.” “Who? Dosed me with what?” “The Doc!” “Dosed me with what, Ian!” “Christ! I don’t know! Nobody knows. He calls it ‘The Catalyst,’ and he doses us all with it. He says it realizes potential.” Another wave of nausea passed. “I don’t feel very good.” “That’s expected. The first time is awful, but believe me, you’re gonna be fine. In fact, you’re gonne be better than fine, but right now we need to get you inside.” “Inside?” “Yeah, you’re not gonna feel very good until you lie down, and then I gotta fuck you.” “What?” “Well, I’m assuming… The Doc left you with me; so I’m guessing he made me your trigger.” “My trigger?” “Yeah. Don’t worry about it right now, Kid. You ask too many questions. Just leave it to me.” He tipped my chin up and kissed me softly on the lips. “I’m gonna take care of you.” I looked into his eyes, and the world started to tumble. “I think I’m going to pass out.” He tightened his grip on my shoulders. “Go ahead, Kid. I gotcha. Just let it happen. I gotcha.” I trusted this man who was so great with the kids; so, I relinquished control, and everything faded to black…
  26. SnuffLover

    Sweet Revenge - Chapter 11 added May 27, 2022

    every chapter is hotter than the last
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