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Uncle Ryan - Extra Cap 04 - Ben 02 Ben finally arrived at his new gym, he had chosen the "Monstrous Giant's Gym" for years since he had seen it on the street passing through work, he had seen two or three really big guys come out of those doors years ago, but he had never had the time or perhaps the courage, having his wife at home who hated all that muscle, to return to a gym, return to his first love, the weight room, bodybuilding. Even though he had started training years ago in college and then before getting married in his father's garage with his brother Ryan, many years had passed, perhaps too many. Even when his brother Ryan, younger than him, had started attending one to build some muscle, he had found the courage to enter. But now it was different, after meeting Ryana, his son and the farewell of his wife Ann, everything was different now. Now that he had tasted the iron, the strength, the mass, that sensation of muscle pump, fullness, hardness and atavistic primordial testosterone throughout his old body, now he wanted more! Bigger, more powerful, more disgusting... as his wife had taunted him by leaving with a sure desire for the caveman that Ben had become, now he wanted more! Ben decided to keep a low profile, after all it had been years since he trains, he was in a room with other males his only purpose was to push, snort, grow and pump even more. But now, he was finally going to give free rein to his animal beast inside him, nothing was going to stop him! He was wearing a sweatshirt and baggy gray sweatpants, the hood pulled up and his bag with everything needed for an intense and long session, and immediately afterwards a regenerating shower, complete with a post-workout shaker at the ready. Upon entering the automatic doors opened wide welcoming the new arrival, it almost seemed like a sensation of his power, Ben thought, on the solid wooden desk there was the name of the gym in solid and binding characters, and its logo, an enormous bear who roared flexing huge muscles, "I love him" - I think Ben, behind the counter a lanky guy in stark contrast to all the power emanating from the entrance, with glasses, fit but certainly not big. "Hello, welcome to Monster Giant's gym, Mark Fedele's gym, I'm just Luka, how can I help you?" - said the boy, welcoming the new arrival with a bright smile and a warm welcome. ""Hello Luka, Ben here, I would like to start training in bodybuilding, is it possible straight away? I already have everything I need here with me. I don't think I will need a personal trainer for the moment." Ben replied, looking at the large room to the side where he saw many blue and white machines, and a rack of weights that seemed infinite, but not as big as he expected, strange he thought. The boy asked for all the details necessary for Ben's registration, describing all the services available and then asked him strangely, "Do you want an intense workout or a classic workout?" - Question that confused Ben a little, what did it mean? "Classic!" he replied without thinking too much, referring to the classic training of the 80s, which he remembered and then Luka accompanied him to the changing rooms, indicating where and how to get comfortable. At that moment Luka was called via earphone by the gym boss, Mark. He left the newcomer and went away. While a security camera had followed Ben's entire path, and he continued to do so once he entered the weight room. Ben had changed his clothing, with a loose gray rugby shirt, loose black trousers that didn't reveal much of the muscles he had even if his size was impossible to disguise, he looked around, deciding what to train, but there was something that It stranged him, the room seemed different from the entrance to the gym, the weights were colored blue or pink, the infinite rack he had seen actually reached up to a maximum of 20 kg per dumbbell. what the hell he thought to himself, frowning and darkening his expression, with these he could at most do his forearms, what a gym I chose for myself, he thought. As he was thinking about how to get his money back and leave, he felt a large, powerful hand gripping his trapezius. ""uhm...you must be pretty big under that sweatshirt boy!" said the man behind Ben, who immediately attracted his attention due to the strength in his grip and the size and clothes which certainly did not hide the body of this large man. "who..?" He stopped to say before a feeling of awe, lust and envy flooded him. The man standing in front of him was about 6'9 tall, must have weighed around 275lbs, a full dark beard and black military style hair, a real tank! He was wearing a gray and blue tank-top, he had a virile and hairy chest and enormous arms also covered in hair from the shoulder down but which did not obscure the powerful veins that covered them, a pair of tight training trousers that left nothing to the imagination, nothing, pressed to the extreme by what seemed like two marble columns, a subtle grin on his face perfectly supported by brown eyes like two hazelnuts, Ben was suddenly starting to feel hot at the sight of that beast! It seemed that suddenly the confidence he had gained was gone when faced with this muscular monster. "Hi! I'm Mark, the owner here, I've been watching you since you entered, I think the blue room isn't for you...you know the classic one...but you need the intense one, the red room!" indicating a second large training room after a corridor on the other side of the structure, "...and I...I'm Ben" he said continuing to admire the monster in front of him, almost drooling at the sight of that mass of muscles. "I know! Now follow me!" Mark said in a friendly and determined manner. As he followed him, Ben saw how broad and muzzled that hairy back was, how every muscle was still evident and the veins on the back were swollen and emerging from the skin beneath Mark's hair. "Fuck!" Ben thought, he's a monster, I want him!...in so many ways!" Ben thought! After the training rooms from which thunderous music came from, powerful noises of weights slamming and grunting. Ben was shocked by what he saw: latest generation nautilus machines, chromed free weights and heavy dumbbells, even up to 90kg per dumbbell, the room had a completely opposite style to the previous one, on the open large mirrors and murals of the most big pro bodybuilders on the planet, like Yates, Lunsford and big ramy. Everyone in their best poses, there a few men, concentrated, sweaty and determined, are performing their workouts, or others were posing in simple show speedos, one more concentrated than the other. "Welcome to Monster Giant's gym, Ben!" Mark lowered the music and announced Ben's entrance into the red room, most of them turned to greet him while others were too concentrated or with their personal headphones to hear Mark's message, Ben thus began his workout, while thanking Mark and let him go to his office with some regret. Ben seems completely exhilarated and energized by that environment, each workout seemed bigger and bigger and more incredible, it was a real gym, with real muscles around him and he felt like crazy! Days passed and the more Ben frequented the red room, the less intimidated he became by this environment and by Mark, who continues to observe, day by day, appreciating his progress and his newfound determination and confidence. "Hey Ben!" he heard himself called on Saturday after his triceps workout and his back still drenched in sweat and swollen like never before. It was Mark inviting him to come by his office. "I see you've finally joined the game Ben, I'm glad" Mark said as he sat Ben down. "Do you like the gym? Do you like my clients? What do you think of the atmosphere here?" Ben replied that he was very happy, that everyone was very kind to him and was helping him. But then you were surprised by Mark's next question. "Well, what about me? What do you think?" Ben seemed to be back in front of his wife for some strange reason this man intimidated him, where the hell had Ben gone who had dominated that crazy wife and had defeated that part of himself... or not? "..Mark...how can I say..." - Ben began, "come on, don't be shy, I know how you look at me when I train, how you look at others like Richard or Jacob," Mark said moving to his feet leaning on his arms with all his weight, so as to make them explode with veins and power, contrasting his fleshy and hairy pectorals which protruded abundantly from the tank-top he wore, on the large wooden desk, which creaked under the pressure of this muscular monster. Ben felt like a burst of energy at that powerful sight. "Fuck! You're fucking huge! You're pure testosterone! I want to be like you, no like my brother Ryan, no bigger!" "..only that?" Mark said turning his head to the side with an almost apologetic expression. "No! I also want that wonderful body of yours against mine, I want to feel your big, calloused hands on my body, I want to see your cock that I only imagined from under those pants and then I want to eat your ass and suck out every drop of your sperm full of steroids, for sure!” at these phrases Mark didn't have to repeat himself twice, he threw himself on Ben, making the chair tilt and moan under the weight of his cocks, kissing him deeply, while the two tongues fought in the mouth of one and the other, their hands savored each other's dimensions, tearing and tearing every piece of clothing that covered their muscular bodies, the room was now filled with the smell of testosterone, sweat and animal grunts! the chair didn't last long and when it broke it sent the two muscular beasts to the floor, causing a powerful noise that made Luka jump at the desk in the entrance! Careless and insensitive to that impact, only lust and pleasure were depicted on their faces. Ben hadn't felt like this for centuries, he thought, finally an equal, finally a monster like him who only wanted to be tamed and dominated by the animal instinct he felt inside. "“Fuck Ben,” Mark said between kisses, “finally someone who can rival me in terms of strength and desire in here,” he said as he continued to suck on Ben's chest, causing a roar of pleasure in response. Ben's animal instincts take over more and more and the harder Mark became and Ben's cock responded in response, the more Ben returned to the one he had always wanted to be. "Mark, I was born for this, I want to become monstrous, much more than you or Ryan, I want to be disgustingly huge! I want people on the street to look at me in horror and think about how huge I am, they have to move to pass me off as how wide I am, the ground beneath my feet must tremble with every step I take, I want to be a muscle god among these puny humans!" saying this Ben stood up on top of Mark on the floor, now both naked, with his cock full and making a more muscular gesture that sent a shiver up Mark's back who had never seen one of his clients so determined in his gaze, in fact and in words. "Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr...." Ben let out a low, bestial roar ".. And you will help me!" He ordered Mark, amazed by what he saw, Well he was not only now more womanly than ever, he also looked bigger if that was possible since he entered his office. Ben's figure loomed above him, pumped and full from training and newfound confidence, his heavy chest continuing to rise and fall with each heavy breath Be took, his arms wide and swollen from the pose he had just performed, moving synergistically at the sides with every breath, his cock throbbed, he was totally back to himself. "..Yes...sir" was the only sensible sentence that Mark managed to say in front of this new Ben. Mark's cock began to emit cum just at the power and sight. And with a subtle grin on his face, Ben immediately swallowed Mark's cock, savoring the potent, thick, conspicuous, steroid-filled juice like a professional porn actor. Mark was in ecstasy, his eyes rolling back in his head as this ultra-pumped, sweaty wild beast sucked eagerly on his cock that he had previously only dominated, but was now completely subjugated by Ben. while he curled his toes for the pleasure he had never experienced before "... yes, yes sir .... gwaaaa ..... I'll do anything ... mmmmm .... to make you gr.... oh my god.....grow more..!" at this sentence a huge load of sperm invaded Ben's mouth and bowels, and he savored every drop and swallowed every drop, making Mark emit a loud "FUCK!" - leaving Luka at the desk increasingly bewildered out of curiosity about what was happening in that room, and Ben truly satisfied. "Good friend, I think today I will have a truly delicious meal and more protein than ever for my growth after this aperitif! Ben said getting up and kissing Mark passionately on the mouth still dirty with his sperm. "Well...er...Sir...can I have your cock too..?" Mark said anxiously waiting and fearful of the answer. But Ben had other plans for the end of this day. "no. He won't get my dick yet, you gotta earn it, bitch. You gotta make me grow up! But you can have this as an appetizer!" Saying this, he passed his calloused hand over his red cockhead full of precum and stuck his wet fingers in Mark's mouth, who sucked them with eagerness and pleasure. Ben left a naked Mark there in the room stunned by what had just happened, he had been dominated for the first time in his life, and he could have sworn that Ben had not only become a different person since he entered his gym, but had decidedly and bigger after sucking his cock. Well in the locker room he knew it, he knew that there was something different, superego, so magnificent in what had happened to him from his brother Ryan, he was bigger at every workout, every step and every cock of another bodybuilder he sucked, here there were other bodybuilders like Mark, the latter was now his bitch and he just had to press the right buttons to have access to the steroids he needed, the best ones, this gym was perfect, he needed everything, he looked in the mirror again once, the dick still hard, he took it in one hand and with the other he bent it into a powerful flex and breasts his growing body, he liked it!

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Thirty Months My pup’s thick, calloused hands picked me up as if I weighed nothing at all . . . and I’m a big man! He just grabbed me at the waist with those monstrous mitts and easily hoisted me into the air with his now equally monstrous guns. They actually make my big arms look small and I was a jacked older man. Frankenboy then brought my body toward his, making sure my crotch was even with his stomach – now made of skin-covered steel cylinders. He slid my semi-dormant cock up and down against his cobbled abs, like I was only a washcloth cleaning out the deep muscle crevices. Before my dick and balls had barely traveled the journey from bottom to top one time, I was fully and painfully erect. My balls were actually achingly throbbing, now in need of immediate release. The way he easily manhandled me was such a huge turn-on, but my balls instantly churn boiling, bubbling cum mainly because the pup has gotten immense . . . colossal . . . way more than big. He’s blown beyond my huge size . . . way beyond what I had imagined he was capable of . . . as if he’d been morphed a few times over. My hard rod and tight balls scraped against his abs, bumping along toward orgasm and there was nothing I could do about it. I was putty in his hands and he knew it. Just before I popped off like a cannon, he pulled me away from his body and just held me in the air . . . like he was just holding a child’s doll or something lighter. He waited about a minute or a minute and a half and let my body recover . . . and then without any effort at all he lifted me higher, until my cock was even with his face. He sucked my hard rod into his open, warm mouth with one quick slurp and before I could even think about it, he had turned into something like a high-powered Hoover going on overdrive and making me erupt with an intensity that made me scream out loud while I was overcome with dizziness. Every time he did this I nearly passed out from the uncontrollable explosion. Later, the big pup cranked out a few lifts with my limp body just so he could look at his huge arms getting even more pumped. He lowered me so we were once again face to face. “That’s better than coffee, sir. Your juice will keep me going all day long. And at the same time I get to give you a little pick-me-up” His pun was not lost on me – even in my now drained stated. It’s one thing to have a guy that’s much smaller than you call you ‘sir’, but when it’s a massive muscle monster showing you respect there isn’t anything in the world like it. My Frankenpup now had biceps much larger and thicker than my head – and a hell of a lot harder, too – but that didn’t stop him from being the obedient, polite, respectful young man I had happily brought into my home a little over two years ago. I churned out twice the amount of juice a man my age should have – just because Frankenpup stayed a pup even though he physically had become the alpha by a longshot. I had made a mountain out of an anthill . . . a muscle behemoth out of a ninety-pound weakling . . . a demigod out of a mortal. And yet, internally, he still wanted only to please his now much smaller muscle daddy. If that wasn’t enough to make me spew hard, I didn’t know what would be. As the pup lowered me to the ground, my body had to bend and yield to the new bulging mass that was his chest. When my feet were stable, he shoved his massive pecs into my face – smothering me with hard muscled beef. He then grabbed my hands with his, and led them to what he knew I loved more than anything in the world. As he let go, my hands grabbed the enormous, globular orbs that were his ass. It felt like I was grabbing the hard rubber of giant tractor tires – the meat solid and inflexible even to my big strong hands. Still, I clamped down as if I were a superhero trying to crush bricks with my fingers. I kneaded his cheeks like some kind of superb chef manipulating dough for mouth-watering muscle pastries. His ass always made my mouth water and my balls start to boil. I slid four fingers deep into his tight, sweaty crack. “Crush them.” My wish was his command. He squeezed those mounds of pure muscle as if his life depended on it. My cock spit out what might have been leftover cum or drops of newly percolated juice – simply because it begged to be crushed mercilessly like my fingers were at that moment. Fucking huge arms, colossal pecs, thunderous thighs . . . these were all impressive . . . but it was bone-crushing glutes that got my award for the most awesome muscle. Frankenpup had a jutting ass that you could have rested a fully-loaded steamer trunk on. It wasn’t a twink’s perky bubble butt . . . no, this was a muscle monster’s butt that looked so powerful you were sure it could easily crush solid steek that was thrust deeply within. He could squeeze my hardened cock so tightly with his glutes that it would prevent me from releasing a load. He could make me unable to cum and to cry out from the lack of sexual relief and the intense pain caused by his crushing ass strength. Frankenpup’s hard cock poked into my tight abs as he bucked his hips with pleasure from the abuse I gave his ass cheeks. I used every ounce of my strength to knead his cheeks – knowing my wrists would be sore later in the day from the exertion. The huge man merely purred and squirmed like some cat being lovingly stroked. My balls ached from their desire to produce cum that would not come. I was too spent from spewing earlier into the behemoth’s powerful mouth. Frankenpup’s body – especially his ass – had me running on empty all the time. My shaft throbbed against his solid-as-hell eight-pack – bumping into his own pulsing rod. He rested his chin on the top of my head and, without even looking, I simply sensed how much wider, thicker, and bigger he had become. It was like someone had built a skyscraper beside a small one bedroom house. My face was smothered between his hairy pecs – inhaling his sweat, his testosterone . . . his manly essence. “Fuck you’re huge, Frankenpup.” “You’re not sorry you grew me . . . are you, sir?” My hands abruptly stopped the torture they were giving his ass and I pulled my head back. I stared up into the beautiful, angular, chiseled, muscular face of my pup – no longer looking like it was attached to a slightly pudgy young man, but now looking like some Norse deity whose magnificent, massive body is foretold by his features. His face, alone, told you he had a magnificent muscle waddle when he walked because he had gotten so immense. It was a face that had to be supported by tons of hard, striated, bulging beef. “Why would you ever think that, pup?” “I don’t know . . . some men would not want to be outgrown by their pup.” “Those men are not me . . . and never will be. Yes, you have grown way beyond what I could have ever imagined . . . but that only makes me want more. It makes me want to grow you even more colossal. You want me to keep growing you, don’t you Frankenpup?” “More than anything, sir.” “Then it’s settled, we’re going to get you even more massive than you already are.” His butt cheeks tightened into something akin to thick steel at my words – smashing my fingers. The tip of his cock poked into my ribs even harder, rubbing against the bottom of my meaty pecs. Frankenpup tensed his entire body, making every muscle bulge harder and bigger. Then – with no warning and making it seem like he had just willed his body to obey – hot, thick, super-charged spunk shot from his cannon-dick. It slammed into the bottom of my chin and his pecs, then slowly slid down his stomach and my chest like and avalanche of cum. He squeezed my body into his and it was clear he was using the pressure to make his dick spew even harder. Pellets of dense cum shot up between us – coating our front sides like some kind of masculine sauce poured lavishly over beef . . . hard, muscled beef. The Neanderthalic grunts that came from my Frankenboy were like a symphony made up of roided pigs – music to my ears, but animalistic and raw. I had a feeling if we had been in the jungle large animals would have run away in fear of whatever it was making those sounds. I had to give up on trying to breathe and merely focus on the pleasure his ass cheeks were giving my fingers as he squeezed the shit out of them. He held me so tight my lungs couldn’t work. I had learned to take deep breaths before he started ejaculating, knowing I’d be compacted like clothes in an overstuffed piece of luggage as he came. Meanwhile, the big pup’s cock continued to spray like a firehose dowsing a fire. After what seemed like the point where I’d surely black out from a lack of oxygen, the bone-adjusting squeeze of my upper body would be released and I’d quickly suck in much needed air. Post orgasm, the big muscle man was vulnerable enough for me to pop a few fingers into his slightly relaxed tight hole – forcing him to release a few more tremendous gobs of juice from the invasion. This was always my favorite part. “I’ll never need to go to a chiropractor, son . . . a simple squeeze from you releases all the tension in my body.” “I don’t hurt you, do I, sir?” “Only if by ‘hurt’ you mean the best feeling ever, boy. Being crushed by your arms is heaven on earth.” The look in Frankenpup’s eyes always makes my legs want to buckle. The devotion his gaze reveals is almost too much to handle. Compliments from me are met with the same exact joy and excitement as when he adds another pound or two to his huge frame. If the guy had a tail, I knew it would have been wagging hard from sheer happiness at my words. Both of us always needed post-ejaculation short naps. It just came with the territory when you were jacked-to-the-max and orgasmed hard enough to shake buildings. Lately, Frankenpup had started scooping me up in his arms like I was as small as an infant and carrying me to our huge bed for rest. He did it with ease. He did it with pleasure. He did it because he wanted to make sure I knew he would always be my pup . . . no matter how ginormous he became. We both knew that when we awakened in about an hour, he’d offer his ass to me for plowing. It was just a guaranteed afternoon delight . . . an a reward freely given to me for helping him grow.

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Part 4 I went to my room, sat on the bed and turned on the TV. Pumping Iron was on. Which was cool, I decided to see what else was on so I changed the channel, to see Generational Iron, next channel was Worlds Strongest Man competition, and other shows related to muscles and growing. I saw some magazines over to the side which all were fitness related. This is really my life now I said to myself. Nothing but hard, sweaty, muscle growth, and just pure mass. I love it. I then received a notice on my phone from The Corporation welcoming me to this new life. I’m going to be on a slightly different regiment than Jason. Essentially I’m going to be testing total mass gainer growth program, which given the routine that they are preparing for me should have me grow massive all around which they will monitor but also want me to report any strange side effects. Which got me to thinking what could potential side effects be for something like this. But before I could really think of the possibilities, the follow-up message said that the side effects could vary widely depending on how my body responds to the program. Some side-effects I may actually like. Well that was very reassuring and makes the mind wonder. That ended the communication and I went to my bathroom to go shave so that I can be compliant with the rules and expectations. I was starting to feel a bit self conscious about being shirtless in a house with someone I just met but I’m here now so guess its no turning back. I finished shaving, showered, and got to bed. Tomorrow was going to be the start of a new beginning. The next morning, I wake up and go to the kitchen to see Jason in there already eating and drinking his meal for the day shirtless. Not a bad sight even though I was still a little groggy so I couldn’t fully appreciate what was before me. He tells me I need to go to the stat room first before eating to capture all of my before measurements. I enter the room that looked very plain absent the stainless steel plate on the ground. I figured that is where I need to go stand so I stand on the stainless steel plate. It started humming and stopped shortly after. On the wall the blank wall in front of me, my name displayed with my stats. Kevin, Weight: 235lbs, Height 6ft, Bodyfat 37%, Waist 36, Calves 14”, Quads 37”, Chest 49”, Arms 13” unflexed 17” flexed, Penis 3” soft 7” erect. I jumped off the scale freaking out and went into the kitchen to find Jason at the table laughing. Yeah amazing how much it can find out by just you standing on it right he said. Then on the wall next to the door, I see my stats on display for all well all within the house. I was horrified and Jason could see it in my face. He told me don’t worry, we are the only ones in here. I don’t know what about that made me feel at ease but it did. I looked back up to see Jason’s stats on the wall next to mine. He was also 6ft in height 254lbs, bodyfat was at 14% waist was also 36. His calves were 17”, quads 42” and then things really were drastically different, his chest was 67”, arms unflexed were 18” and 22” flexed, his cock was 3” soft and 7.5” erect. Listening to how much he stated he had grown overall since working with The Corporation, I felt a little bit better knowing at least in the cock area I had a “head start”. But makes me wonder why his is listed as a cock and mine a penis but oh well. Jason told me that these would be on display around the house so we can always know where we stand size wise and that we have to go into the measurement room every so often to get remeasured. That’s when I fully appreciated how Jason looked shirtless at this point. Watching his chest expand and contract while breathing and his monstrous traps move around as he is showing me things. I wasn’t really paying too much attention as I was also daydreaming of looking like that as well. I nodded in agreement to something I hardly heard but knew to go to the fridge to partake in my first meal and saw my workout plan for my first few weeks. Looks like a total body workout to include stretches but no cardio. I asked Jason about that because I also noticed there was no cardio equipment in the gym. He laughed while finishing his meal. He replied, remember size & mass, we aren’t trying to look like those pretty boys with less than 10% bodyfat. Yeah we won’t have chiseled abs like that but why would we want chiseled abs when we can have a chest that sticks out and hangs over small or flat stomachs or have biceps the size of bowling balls. The thought crept into my mind and I visualized all of that and said you’re right and began to eat. Reading through my itinerary, essentially I have 2 hours to complete this workout, then drink the shake for me in the gym immediately after the last set, take an ice bath, shower, eat lunch, recover for about 4 hours to include sleep for at least 1 hour, eat afternoon pre workout meal, have another 2 hours to complete second workout, drink shake, ice bath, shower, dinner, recover no sleep for 2 hours, bedtime meal, sleep, wake up at 7am to start over. Seemed simple enough with some free time. Since it was a total body without any cardio I kind of expected the routine I saw for my workout but what surprised me was the plan also had the weights that I was supposed to use for each set. Before I could open my mouth Jason said, yeah pretty cool right, they already know where to start and how to build you up from there. I just looked in amazement once again and just shrugged it off. We both got up to head to the gym. Both shirtless me still a little self conscious because my stomach currently was hanging over my waist a little bit but Jason just had a flat stomach with his chest protruding in front of him walking proud essentially with his chest leading him and his traps keeping his head forward. One day I thought to myself I will look like that or even bigger. Working out in what I figured was something simple wasn’t as easy as I thought it was even with me working out for a period of time before getting to this point. But I followed everything as outlined and was exhausted but I pressed through with everything. Bench, curls, squats, dumbbells everything. Everything finished right on time, followed the next set of instructions by taking my shake, getting in the ice bath that was ready, sat in there for a bit and then took a shower. Jason was still going in the gym but honestly I couldn’t think about it too much because I was exhausted. I was sitting at the table eating my meal when he came strutting into the kitchen with just a towel. I had to look twice because it looked like his legs were a bit larger than earlier today. I looked over at the stats wall and nothing was changed. I remembered that we go into the stat room a few times a week it doesn’t automatically update. He started eating and asked between bites how did I feel. I told him very sore and exhausted. I didn’t know how I was going to do the second workout later. He reassured me that I will be fine and not to worry. Soon you will start to notice changes in yourself. That perked me right up to say how soon? Jason said it took a couple of weeks because his body had to essentially be primed and that's likely why they had me going through total body first. Reps from The Corporation will reach out every now and then with different questions for you and asking your opinion on a few things but outside of that you don’t hear from them much. I finished eating, thanked Jason for the insight and went to my room. I was exhausted and slept for most of the recovery time but got up before my time ran out. Went to the kitchen to eat my pre-workout afternoon meal then began my 2nd workout. Just like the morning workout, once I finished the second one, I was exhausted, drank my shake, took my ice bath, showered, ate my dinner, then just sat on the couch for a bit. Jason came into the kitchen later dressed in a towel again. Saw me exhausted on the couch and laughed. One day I will have the confidence that he has to just strut around with only a towel. He grabbed his food and came to sit down next to me while eating and saying trust me it will get easier and more enjoyable. I looked at him and just frankly asked if he had grown since this morning and flexed his right quad for me and said what do you think? He saw the tent in my shorts grow and he said that may get bigger too. I was surprised I was able to sport an erection after that hard workout. Jason said this is why doesn't wear clothes often because they would be tattered after a time anyway. He only wore some today because it was my first day but not to be surprised if he started going naked around the house and while working out. That was fine by me because as strange as it sounds I only saw Jason during “feeding times” our schedules were different but for me I wanted to feel the clothes I was allowed to wear getting tighter on me and would like to out grow them before I start really just walking around naked all the time. Can you imagine just being naked because you're too damn massive to fit ANYTHING!! Well this was how my first few weeks went here.

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Love the story and its evolution! Looking forward to more. Thank you!

I enjoyed your further character development of Andy Mason, the not so nice, though hot, two-timer from a previous story. MA, you have your fans wondering which character, from your many great stories, will be selected by you next for this interesting and novel concept. Looking forward to more of this!

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LITTLERJIM IS BACK AND I CAN TELL ITS GOING TO BE ANOTHER BANGER!!! I'm already trying to figure out what theme the growth is going to have in this one (and I'm kind of hoping to see a little cumflation this time).

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I didn’t realise how much I missed this story until this chapter and now I’m completely hooked again. welcome back and I hope you are ok fingers crossed for many chapters to come, when you are ready

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That was a great installment! I’m really not liking Joey, right now. But I’m enjoying the subtle exchanges between all party’s. Wonderful job, Shawn!

Amazing chapter 29, please I hope 30 comes out soon. We all miss this story tremendously

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Great start! Looking forward to the next installment!

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Oh boy, Harris doesn’t know what he’s unleashed into the world. If I had to guess the pills were the only thing keeping Rhys small. Can’t wait to see where this goes!