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The young cops saw a car pass them with a broken tail light and they out, tuned on their lights and sirens as they followed. The car was leaning heavily towards the passenger side with the tires on that side appearing under inflated due to the apparent uneven weight distribution. The passenger side obviously overweighted, so they may as well check out the reason for that at the same time. When the car pulled over, the cop driving stayed in the patrol car to call in the license plate number as the other walked up to the driver side of the vehicle. The window opened and a young black man rolled down his window. “Is there a problem, officer?” he asked innocently. “Good morning, Sir. Did you know that one of your tail lights is broken? I just pulled you over to give you a warning. You need to get that fixed as quickly as possible. Drivers license, registration, and proof of insurance, please.” the officer asked politely. The driver asked the passenger, “Jelani, get the registration and insurance card out of the glove compartment, would you?” as he grabbed his license from the console. The cop leaned down and looked over to the passenger to see a massively muscled guy wedged into the passenger seat clearly pushed back as far as possible. The guy’s massive arm flexed with thick, writhing muscle as he reached forward to open the glove box. His hand was huge with thick veins wrapped over the dark skin and its size nearly obstructed the officer’s view of the glove box door. The forearm appeared immense with thick, cut brawn and sinew. “Man! :Your friend is a big one, eh?” the officer observed as his eyes took in the muscle fibers rippling beneath the thin, vein-mapped skin of quads that each seemed as large as the cop’s muscled torso. The swim trunks the guy wore were stretched out almost obscenely by the guy’s prodigious package straining the fabric. “Yes, Sir. My little brother has always been big for his age. He’s a beast, for sure! He turned 18 today and we’re just heading to the beach. There’s a workout area there he likes to use before taking a swim.” The driver stated with obvious pride and admiration of his younger sibling. The cop heard the passenger respond in a deep, vibrating voice, “I’m still a growing boy, officer!” Jalani stated confidently as he handed his older brother the documents he’d asked for. “Here, Jamal.” The officer caught a glimpse of Jelani’s upper arm as he handed Jamal the documents. The cop couldn't help but gasp in disbelief. The ballooning biceps and triceps had to be larger than the officer’s head with the muscle-splits moving under the skin in hypnotic waves of untold power. “JEE-ZUS! You’re MASSIVE!” the officer blurted without thinking. “Thank you, Officer!” Jelani’s bass voice rumbled appreciatively, “Never big enough, never strong enough, though!” The driver, Jamal, handed all of the paperwork to the officer that he had asked for. Jamal looked at the officer’s badge and asked, “Officer Small, Is it okay if my little brother gets out of the car to stretch while you finish up? As you can see, he’s pretty cramped in here.” Officer Small responded, his voice noticeably quivering, “Let me get my partner over to that side of the car first, Sir, then it should be fine for your brother to get out and stretch a bit.” He then walked back to the patrol car where the other officer was now opening the patrol car’s door and getting out. “Sarge,” Officer Small addressed his superior as he approached their car, “everything seems to be in order and the driver will get the tail light fixed asap. The driver’s little brother is pretty cramped in the passenger seat, though. While we finish up, is it okay if he steps out of the car to stretch his legs?” The Sergeant took the paperwork and sat back in the cruiser to verify the information as he muttered, “Sure, Small, let the kid out until we’re finished.” “You’re not going to believe the size of this kid, Sarge . . . he just turned 18 and is absolutely STACKED!” Small informed his Sergeant. “Alright, Small. No problems with them, so go let them know it’s okay for the kid to exit the vehicle and I’ll bring the docs back in a sec.” the Sergeant droned as he reached to the radio to let dispatch know all was well. Officer Small walked back to the driver and said, “Everything’s clear, Sir, you’ll be on your way shortly. Oh, and it’s okay for your brother to get out of the car to stretch those thick muscles!” Jamal looked up at the officer’s face and saw him flush as he realized how that may have sounded. Jamal noticed the man's discomfort and offered, “It’s okay, Officer Small. Jelani has pretty much the same effect on everyone, believe me!” The sergeant looked up to see the passenger door open and a black boy begin to squirm out. As the boy stood, the car squealed as if screaming in pain and rocked back and forth. Jelani stood up . . . and up . . . and up! The boy was between 7 and 8 feet tall and thick with rolling muscle swelling out in every direction. The sergeant got out of the car and stood, dumbfounded. Officer Small watched Jelani step out of the vehicle as its frame groaned and rocked back and forth with the removal of such an immensely muscled boy. He could see the t-shirt stretched tight across the boy’s barn-door wide back with muscles dancing across its breadth and tapering in a perfect V shape down to the thin waist. The short sleeves were stretched up over wide, cannonball sized shoulders. The triceps extended inches out behind those powerful shoulders with a deep, horseshoe split and bulged with dizzying size and hardness. “My GOD!” Officer Small blurted as he walked around the front of the car and over to where Jelani stood. Jamal got out of the car and followed Officer Small as Jelani turned towards the laughably smaller men, raised his arms up and place his fists behind his head. The young mountain of muscle stretched and flexed, muscle erupting on his breathtakingly herculean, burly arms and barreled torso into granite hard slabs of dense, strapping power. The cop gasped as his eyes roamed the ranges of obviously powerful muscles exposed on the teen’s torso, even covered with the tight t-shirt. Easily visible through the strained t-shirt, the boy’s pectorals, capped with huge, dark areola and erect tits, jutted out and over thick, cobblestone abdominals with a thickly muscled pleasure trail tapering down into the teen’s swimming trunks that bulged out obscenely over oaken quads dancing with rippling muscle. Then he glanced down at the boy’s bare wide and thick feet that seemed to be a couple of feet long. His eyes lifted back up to the inhuman bulge protruding from the boy’s crotch. The cop’s mouth went dry. He had never felt so pathetically small compared to another man, much less a boy. He looked up into the boy’s large, round, green eyes contrasting seductively with his dark brown skin. Officer Small felt blood rushing to his dick for no apparent reason and he felt dizzy. His eyes slowly dropped from Jelani’s mesmerizing eyes and entrancingly handsome face, taking in the thick, muscular neck and mountain-ridge-like traps leading back down to the inhumanly powerful back and shoulders, arms and torso, and, finally, that crotch that appeared to contain a long, thick, and obviously thickly veined cock-shaft tucked over and back from sizeable nuts. The little man felt pre-cum gush from his now throbbing dick’s piss-slit, his oft-confirmed heterosexuality being betrayed by his body’s autonomous reaction to such muscular mass, obvious power, ans sexual superiority. “Y-Y-You CAN”T be only 18 years old! Your fucking STACKED and more massive and cut than any Mr. Olympia!” the cop squealed as he felt small and emasculated in the presence of such an impossibly young colossus. Jelani felt a stirring in his gut with the almost worshipful admiration from this little lawman. He felt his cock twitch and throb. Jelani could see, almost feel, the cop’s authority wilt from being in the presence of such a muscle-bound behemoth. He noticed the cop’s dick swell and tent his trousers as a dark spot of pre-cum spread across the front of his erection-stretched jeans. “Jamal,” Jelani rumbled, “this puny cop’s little penis is getting hard looking at all of my massive, thick, and hard muscles!” Jelani felt his cock thickening and lengthening with each beat of his heart as he thought of toying with this puny little admirer. He lowered his oaken arms and slipped his hands into his swimming trunks to un-tuck the throbbing anaconda of muscle-meat starting to fight for freedom. As he lowered his arms, Jelani’s prodigious pectorals bulged out from his chest like boulders of rippling muscle. His arms ballooned to solid orbs of muscular perfection. Officer Small witnessed Jelani’s stunning torso moving and rippling with powerful muscle as the boy’s huge hands stretched the swimming trunk’s waistband to the point of splitting open Jelani reach in and set his throbbing, semi-flaccid cock free from its position tucked between those crushing, oaken thighs. The venous muscle-cock burst through the tight leg opening of the trunks and the huge, mushroomed crown landed at Jelani’s knee. The boy’s shaft had to be the size of the muscular cop’s arm with a head larger than his fist. Officer Small grabbed his crotch to stave off a spontaneous ejaculation caused from being in the presence of such godlike size, power, and sexual transcendence. “Oh, my GOD! LOOK at you!” the cop blurted as his dick pulsed harder than it had ever been in adoration of incomparable masculine magnificence. He fought to keep from ejaculating on the spot. In the short time that all this happened the now worshipfully lusting cop’s sergeant had walked up behind Jelani marveling at each movement of the giant boy’s body and the cascading movement of protruding muscle fibers moving cable-like veins beneath the faultless, dark flesh of this young teen. His body, also, responded to such masculine perfection with intense sexual arousal that confused his own heterosexual, short-circuiting brain. Jamal saw the cop standing slack-jawed behind Jelani and blurted, “Jelani! Behind you!” Jelani twisted his enormous torso, his thickly muscled, corrugated abdominals bulging and crushing together. His bulbous ass swelled and hardened before the sergeant’s eyes before Jelani wrapped his long, powerful fingers around the sergeant’s neck. He smirked and effortlessly lifted the pathetically inferior little man from the ground and turned back to drop him beside Officer Small. He licked his full lips and raised his gargantuan arms to flex out a lust-inducing double biceps pose. He turned his stunning face and ran his long, thick tongue across the expanse of one of his solid, bloated biceps. Jamal hissed, “Holy fucking CHRIST, Little Bro!” He had felt what these two cops were feeling. He had seen Jelani’s effect on others. He knew what was coming and quickly stripped out of what little clothing he had on, his rigid, throbbing cock slapping up to his abs as he grabbed his own ample nut sack and pulled down hard, groaning in ecstasy as he began to stroke his dick with his other hand. “Jelani!” he excitedly and lustfully whimpered, “You are a fucking GOD to these two puny little shits! Look at them! They KNOW they are inferior to the brutal fucking muscle BEAST you are, man! They have already submitted to your superiority, Little Bro. SHOW THEM what you are, Jelani.” Jelani smirked and tore his seemingly tissue-thin t-shirt from his torso before ripping his swimming trunks off. His massive and hardening eighteen inch cock rose over his large and churning nuts. The engorging cock throbbed harder, thicker, and longer with each heartbeat and raised up, pre-cum beginning to bubble forth from the gaping piss-slit on the shining cock-knob. Jelani smirked down at the officers now drooling up at his size and power. “You like what you see, little piggies?” he sneered as he turned and walked over to their squad car. “You want to see what all this muscle mass and superior power can do?” He began stroking his hard-on as both cops responded emphatically, “YES! Show us what you can do.” almost in unison as their hands dropped to their crotches and they began rubbing themselves feverishly. "Every man goes gay for me, little fags, so don't feel too bad . . . you won't feel bad for long, anyway, my puny little bitches."Jelani growled as he thrust a fist through the driver-side door of the cop car. He grasped the door with his large fist and effortlessly ripped it from the frame. He took the door and pressed it upon the tip of his cock, flexed his muscled bubble-butt, and thrust his now fully erect and pulsing muscle cock through the steel door with no apparent effort. He then warped the door around his throbbing man-meat and slowly stroked the crumpled car door up and down the inhuman shaft of his rock-hard and horny penis. “Mmmm, FUCK, Jamal! These two fragile little power sluts have no idea how horny I get thinking of demonstrating my power and sexual superiority over inferior little men!” the muscle-teen purred as he slid the demolished car door from his now pre-cum flowing cock. He raised his arms over the patrol car, his inhuman muscles bulging large and hard before bringing his fists down onto the roof of the car. The roof caved in instantly as all four tires exploded from the impact of the unlimited power of the godly young teen. “Oh, FUCK YEAH! So much mass . . . so much POWER. I need to FUCK . . . I need to crush the life out of one of you little muscle lusting cunts!” he growled as he turned back towards the two enraptured policemen who immediately fell to their knees in worshipful awe and stripped out of their uniforms. “You should have never pulled us over, you pathetic little fags.” “UNGH! Oh, YEAH, Jelani! Fuck ‘em up, Little Bro!” Jamal drooled as he stroked his dick hungrily. Jelani dropped to his knees in front of the two now trembling, horny little cops, his quads rippling with muscle and exploding with size, his large, churning nuts thrust forward beneath his throbbing, girthy cock. Officer Small raised a trembling hand to feel the monstrous, twitching, and thickly vein-mapped manhood as Jelani eyed the sergeant ogling his thick, powerful torso. "I am a GOD!" Jelani thundered, "and ALL mortals will worship me!" He extended one arm, the massive triceps bulging larger than the little cop’s head as the mountainous biceps hardented, fibers inundating hypnotically. The sergeant approached that godly arm, placed his small hand on the hot, stretched flesh and moaned, “Jesus CHRIST! Such titanic, hard muscles! The POWER you must possess!” as he leaned in and began kissing the flexing arm. "Jesus Christ has nothing to do with this, you weak little worm. Call me what I am to you, bitch." Jelani smirked and began flexing his arm, catching the puny little cop's head in between his swelling biceps and thick, meaty forearm. The little cop moaned in lustful desire to please such a powerful, demanding muscle beast. “Yes, GOD! Such manly brawn and POWER!” as his tongue began licking ravenously at the quickly solidifying mound of biceps beef. Jamal knew what was coming and began to furiously stroke his hard, leaking dick. “Ungh! FUCK yeah, little bro!” he purred, drool beginning to hungrily run from the corners of his mouth as well as his dick. “CRUSH his worthless little skull with your deadly, brutal muscles, Jelani! Let these two little cunts witness your godly power and superiority before feeding on them! Oh, FUCK YES!” Officer Small leaned his head into Jelani’s colossal cock and began slurping at the pre-cum flowing over the thick, vein-mapped shaft as he stroked its massive girth with two hands. As if in a trance he murmured prayerfully, “YES! Pop that worthless little fucks head like like a walnut with your hard, powerful muscles, my GOD! We are nothing but bugs to such a perfect, titanic muscle-beast. Oh, FUUUCK!” he moaned lustfully as his dick began worshipfully shooting wads of pre-cum onto the cock of the object of his desirous worship.. The sergeant, with his head now secured in the vice-like grip between Jelani’s huge, hardening arm muscles began to futility struggle, his arms and legs flailing as his hands cracked painfully upon Jelani’s granite-hard musculature bulging larger, thicker, and harder all around him. A muffled, “NO, PLEASE!” vibrated against Jelani’s inundating biceps "Mmmmm, FUCK yeah, little toys!" Jelani purred as he licked his full lips and dropped his other massive hand to engulf the other cop’s head slurping on his throbbing cock. “Useless little muscle-sluts!” he thundered as Jamal began groaning, his breathing coming in short ragged, gasps as he stroked his hard, leaking cock feverishly. As Jamal struggled to keep from cumming too soon, he remembered the first time his little brother had let his passions take over. “Awww, UNGH, FUUUCCKK, Jelani! These two are just self-sacrifices to a GOD! CRUSH them and SMEAR THEIR REMAINS OVER YOUR DESTRUCTIVELY POWERFUL MUSCLES! I know you want to unleash your bloodlust again.” Jamal begged in a lustful, sexual frenzy. “You are a GOD among mortals, precious little bro. These are offerings from me to you! I broke the tail light last night and knew we'd be stopped. FUCK THEM, godly little bro! Unleash your lusts and fulfill your murderous desires !” Jelani grinned an evil grin as he purred, “God DAMN, big bro! You’ve always known me so well and encouraged me to be the merciless, bloodthirsty god I’ve dreamed of being. I remember when you caught me jacking off to King Kong ripping that little man in half and eating another inconsequential little fuck. I couldn’t believe how cool you thought I was wanting to be so massive, powerful, and murderously sadistic! I’m SO glad I confessed my deepest and darkest desires to you then and that you begged me to let you suck me off while I watched those scenes over and over again. You helped connect my brutal desires for muscle and savage barbarism to my insatiable urges and powerful sexual lusts. God DAMN, big bro! Together we are fucking FREAKS of nature!” With that, Jelani clenched his fist and flexed the arm holding the struggling little sergeant’s head fast. HIs arm simply ballooned with inhuman size and power as the muffled crunch of the man’s skull filled the air. Blood, bone, and brains sprayed all over his gigantic arm muscles, his pecs, and out onto Jamal and Officer Small. The snuffed sergeant’s twitching little corpse flopped to the ground, jerking violently, as blood shot from his muscle-mashed neck hole. “FUCK YEAH!” Jelani thundered as he violently rammed his huge cock head into the mouth of Officer Small who had been so worshipfully servicing Jelani’s colossal endowment. Jelani began brutally skull fucking his remaining little sex toy, his colossal muscles rippling and bulging with each stroke of his cock demolishing his little plaything. He then placed his hands on either side of Officer Small’s head as the pathetic sex toy whimpered, gagged, and cried. His lips were torn open and his jaw broken by the immense girth of Jelani’s glorious mushroom cock head and thick, hard shaft. Jamal approached his skull fucking, insect smearing little brother, reached out one hand and stroked the blood and brain smeared biceps before leaning in and lapping at the deadly mound of murderous muscle. He stepped back and marveled at his little bro’s destructive, deadly form oozing of brutally murderous power and sexual conquest. Unimaginably powerful muscle erupted with size and hardness with every movement of the massive muscle beast. “Do it, little bro, crush his head like a fucking egg.” he pled as he renewed stroking his dick with a sex-famished, lustful vigor. Jelani licked his lips and grinned as his pectorals, shoulders, biceps, triceps and forearms ballooned in size and rigidity. A squelched scream vibrated on his cock head as he felt Officer Small’s skull succumb to the heartless, sadistic pressure of his hands coming together. Officer Small’s head offered virtually no resistance to such an onslaught of such merciless violence and inhuman, divine strength. As the skull exploded between Jelani’s unstoppable might, the detonation of gore burst from between his expansive palms, splattering Jamal who immediately erupted in the most powerful, volcanic eruption of jizz of his life, coating his little bro’s glorious chest and abs. Jelani’s cock exploded in orgasm at the same time, shooting the lifeless body of Officer Small off of the godly cock with such force that it landed in the distance as Jelani’s divine sperm continued to rocket into the air as if released by a fire hose. Jamal leaned in to his little bro’s cock and began licking the gory shaft up to the glans, then over the mushroom crown, and then he began to tongue the piss slit and slurp down as much of Jelani’s godly semen as he could. Jelani moaned in pleasure as his big brother serviced him worshipfully. “Mmmm, yeah . . . suck that muscle meat, big bro.” Jelani rumbled as he gently pulled Jamal’s mouth onto his blood and jizz dripping crown. I fucking love you, Jamal! Now, can we go to the beach and have some real fun?” he smirked. He scooped some of the blood and gore coating his muscular body, lifted it to his mouth and lapped it up. He swallowed hungrily as blood dripped from the corners of his mouth. He raised his arms and flexed hard. “This was a fun little appetizer, big bro. I’m glad we got pulled over!” Jamal looked up at the mountainously muscular torso of Jelani as he licked, rimmed, and sucked the still hard and throbbing, deadly powerful fuck rod of his godly little brother. Seeing his brutally sadistic and murderous little bro flexing large and hard over him after brutally obliterating, fucking, and partially ingesting his latest victim’s remains, he groaned in ecstasy as his spent dick erupted in dry, orgasmic bliss at the thought of their upcoming beach rampage.

He0s going to his old gym? Its time then for thosw who didnt wanted to help him back then to worship him now. Its time to really show off!. He has already surpassed Jason in some areas and im sure he will be bigger than Jason soon

Part 8 I finished my last day of my arm and back workout. I must admit that I filled out quite nicely over the past few weeks and even before that my legs added some decent size and mass as well. My pecs were still leading the way but it was time for a routine change. My new routine had 5 days of heavy chest 1 day of total body no chest then 1 full day of rest. The plan looked brutal but I was ready for it. But I had to go measure first in the stat room. Before I entered, I saw Jason’s stats on the board. I saw him walking towards the kitchen at an angle as he was finally wider than the hallway. He wasn’t as tall to me as he used to be which is due to me getting taller myself. He still had to duck to go between rooms which was always exciting to see from that back end as he had to stick his massive ass out or from the front where you could see his pecs and arms flex as they maneuvered in the room. I did remember that I forgot to do something before I went to the stat room as well so I went back to my room to try on those clothes that were too big for me but too tight for Jason at the time but are now too small for him. I was able to get the shorts up with some effort and they were hugging my legs and ass very tightly. I turned to look at myself in the mirror with just the shorts on and they cuffed and raised my ass just like Jason’s back then. I even flexed them and they were essentially eaten by my ass cheeks. My penis was showing out of the bottom of the leg as well. Now the tank top was a problem. After a few attempts of trying to get it on myself, I stopped and smiled to myself in the mirror. I must now be the same size as Jason was back then and need his assistance getting the top on. I put on my normal shorts to go get measured and headed out the room. I didn’t want to surprise Jason yet with those clothes but I was on cloud 9 knowing I was that size. I even noticed that I didn’t have as much space in the hallway. I was almost as wide as the hall too. When I walked into the kitchen Jason was walking out of the stat room with his new stats getting ready to be displayed. He stood at 6’10” tall, weighed in at 427.5lbs bodyfat was at 14% waist was at 38”. His pecs were a solid 122”, his flexed biceps peaked at 37”, his calves grew a little being at 29.5” but were hella defined and his quads were a commanding 188”. His cock soft was now 7” and erect was a good 12”. My mouth was agape at the stats displayed on the wall. All Jason said was YESSIR!! Hit a double bicep pose with his cock rising upwards and leaking precum. He bounced his pecs a little bit and then finally said to me that I was looking pretty big myself. I snapped out of my trance to say oh yeah. Flexing 1 arm. Not as big as you though man. Jason laughed and said true but you’re on your way. That was when I got the alert myself that it was time for me to go outside so I asked Jason if he could help me get into something after my measurements. He said sure you're at that point now too huh. I just shrugged my own massive traps and said guess so. I stepped into the room like before and got my measures done and stepped out to Jason watching the board for my stats. I had grown to be 6’5” brushing the top of the doorway now. I weighed in at 319lbs with 10% bodyfat the lowest that I’ve ever had which is why I was looking more vascular than Jason ever had. My waist was 36, my biceps peaked at 28”. As my stats kept showing on the board my penis kept growing down my leg in agony. My pecs had grown to an amazing 88.5”. My calves were 25” and my quads 75” around. The last measurements came in. My penis was 6.5” soft and erect was 16”. I no longer had a penis but a cock and it was leaking at the sight of those numbers. Jason was astonished by the marks and had to recall that around that same time for him when he last went out if we were to stand side by side with the way I am now to the way he was then I would have been noticeably larger than him. That made me smile and hit my own double bicep pose. I told Jason after I return from my outdoor adventure that I may follow his lead and be nude because the shorts are killing me and are honestly very restrictive now. We both had our meals at the table. This time my pecs were resting on the table completely and Jason’s were grazing it likely because of the height difference. We both went to my room afterwards to be dressed. While walking down the hallway he commented how it won’t be long before I too had to adjust my walking in this hall. I smiled hard at that. I made it into my room and decided to wear what Jason wore on his outing. I turned around to see Jason squeeze himself through my doorway to come into the room. He recognized the clothes he gave me back then and I told him that's what I’m going to wear. I was able to somewhat get the shorts up again but I wanted Jason’s help. Once I got to my muscled ass he assisted in pulling them up for me and we got them around my ass and quads. Shit, Jason exclaimed it looks like you are really stretching those bad boys out. Looking in the mirror I would have to agree. Unflexed it looks like you could probably sit a cup or 2 on my backside. Now for his tank top. Just like with him I had to put my arms straight up to get them over and then the real fun of pulling these down over my pecs. While Jason was working on that it was amazing to feel the weight of his huge pecs on my traps as he moved around, even when his pecs were resting on top of my own. It was a snug fit but unlike when Jason wore it and his pecs were bulging from the sides with a little nip slip, the tank on me was only enough to cover the top part of my flat stomach the rest of the space was taken up by my protruding pecs and lats. Well damn Jason said. You are bigger than I was wearing this and I also see veins in your legs and running across your bicep, that’s wassup big guy. That stamp of approval allowed me to flex in honor. Well I have to go to my workout but enjoy showing off it is deserved man. He flicked my erect nipple as he left and commented that he thinks those are definitely bigger than his and he squeezed out the room. I turned to look at myself in the mirror again before heading out and I damn sure looked good but realized I didn’t know where I was to go today. I turned back and saw on the dresser a vial and instructions that I’m to go to my old gym for a light workout, participate in whatever worship session that maybe afforded to me and to drink the vial before leaving. So I drank the vial, didn’t taste like anything and began to head to the gym. I was walking the few blocks it would take to get to the gym and was getting obvious stares. I loved the attention subconsciously. I even held up my arm to use my hand to shield my face from the sun which was completely unnecessary but I wanted to show off a little with a flex which had me look at my arm. It was a lot more vascular than before and the vein on my bicep was more profound with a few smaller veins trailing off from the larger one.

This so fucking awesome they kind of have a rivalry there but they are achieving their goals

Can't wait for more frat adventures!

Any updates?

Here's the final part of "The Arrival". Thanks everyone for the brilliant comments. I had so much fun writing this one! Note for the mods - Cody is 19 as explained in the first two parts of the story. ArchieLovesMuscle Posted December 12 Here we go, guys. The final chapter!! Apologies for the delay with this. Things have been a bit manic here but I’m hoping to get some more writing done over the Christmas period when I’m back home (miles away from Muscle University - haha)! So possible second muscle story incoming! Maybe I’ll draw on some of my own experiences and real-life encounters with bodybuilders next time. Chapter Three Here’s the thing. My mom doesn’t think I give a shit about graduating high school. But I do. Because once I finish school, I can move out to Florida. I can train at some of the best bodybuilding gyms in the country. I can live out my dream of being one of the world’s best professional bodybuilders. And I WILL get my pro card and make that happen. It’s only a matter of time. But this high school thing. I guess it’s just something I NEED to do. And it shouldn’t be that hard. I’m not dumb or anything. I just tend to find myself getting into trouble. Being Cody Miller just gets me into trouble. So I could really do with NOT getting expelled on my first day here at Charles Lincoln High. Which is why, when I get to the door of Principal Turner’s office, I drop my backpack and unzip it to retrieve the hoodie and track pants I stuffed in there the second my mom’s car drove out of view. But just as I pull out my black Muscle Freak Nutrition branded hoodie, the door to Principle Turner’s office swings open. “Holy. Sweet. Macaroni!” Standing in front of me with his jaw practically on the floor is a fairly handsome, bearded dude in his thirties wearing a suit. He doesn’t look particularly BIG, but I can tell that he lifts by the way his jacket sleeves hug his modest-sized arms. I guess this is Principal Turner. He definitely doesn’t look like your typical principal. He’s younger than I expected for a start. “You’re even MORE of a monster in real life!” I don’t know what causes the little flutter of excitement that follows as a result of that statement. The fact that my new principal just called me a monster. Or that he’s clearly been checking me out online. He’s probably seen all of my training videos and contest pics on my Instagram. Every hardcore bodybuilding video. Every freakish picture. “Oh no!” he says with force, shaking his head and pointing at the hoodie in my hand. “That hoodie can stay off! I wanna see as much of that world-class physique as I can!” I’m so shocked I bark out a laugh. Principal Turner’s lips curl into a big, friendly grin and he steps back and opens the door to his office wider. “Come in Mr Miller. If you can fit through the door.” I chuckle as I obey, walk into his office and sit in a chair facing his desk. “Don't you break that!” he playfully jeers, nodding at the chair. “Okay …” he says, clicking his mouse and looking at his computer. “Cody Miller … Cody Miller … your grade point average isn’t bad …” My eyes wander around Principal Turner’s office as he reads off the screen. There’s nothing particularly interesting here. And then … “No extracurricular activities…” I suddenly spot a photo in a frame sitting behind him on a bookshelf. It’s Principal Turner in a suit. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say it was a wedding photo. Except there’s no bride in the photo. “Expelled … WHOO … three times …” Principal Turner is standing next to a man in another similar suit. The two of them smiling happily into the camera. Interesting. Wait - I think I know the guy he’s with. Hang on - is that … “Well we’ve certainly got our work cut out here BUT we’re a progressive school and we always welcome a challenge here at Charles Lincoln High.” NO FUCKING WAY! “So if you buckle down and try not to get into any trouble I’m sure we’ll get you …” “Do you follow me on Instagram, sir?” Principal Turner looks taken aback. He’s probably not used to his students interrupting him. Or asking such a brazen question. But then, I’m not just a regular student, am I? “Ummm. That would be a little inappropriate, Cody,” he says, shifting in his seat and looking slightly awkward. I feel my lips curling into a smirk. Principal Turner’s eyes go down to my chest. I give my pecs a quick bounce. Two massive meat sacks dancing on my chest. Hypnotising anyone lucky enough to bear witness to them. Turner gulps. “But you’ve checked me out, yeah? On Instagram?” He shifts again. “Well …” He clears his throat and attempts to compose himself. “It’s not every day we have a three-time national bodybuilding champion transfer here.” Ha! He knows the stats. He’s definitely been doing his homework. “What kind of posts do you like the best?” Principal Turner opens his mouth to speak but nothing comes out. “The ones of me lifting in the gym in a sweat-soaked vest? Or the ones of me on stage? Shredded and bronzed and grunting like an animal as I hit my poses?” His cheeks go red and he squirms in his chair. “The competition pics are …” he clears his throat, “very impressive.” “What do you like best then, sir? My pecs?” I look down and outrageously bounce the thick balloons of muscle mass for my new principal again. “Or my biceps?” My arms go up and flex my glorious twenty-inch guns. I shout, “BOOM!” and Principal Turner actually jumps in his seat. “I … Cody, that’s …” “I’ll give you two options, Sir. Option One. We can do the regular student principal thing. I’ll TRY and stay out of trouble, though I can’t make any promises. You can watch me in the hallways. Spend most of your day thinking about me. You can go home every night and jerk off over the thought of my huge muscle.” “Cody, that’s NOT an appropriate way to speak to your -” “OR. Option Two. I do what the fuck I want for the next few months. And you WILL make sure I graduate. And in return, you get to feel these biceps. And any other muscle. Whenever the fuck you want." “Oh, Jesus!” Principal Turner whimpers. “Whenever you want me to flex. Whenever you want me to pose. Whatever muscle you wanna feel and when. You got it.” Principal Turner swallows. His eyes are transfixed on my biceps. “You haven’t given me an answer. Sir!” I stand up and walk over to where Turner is sitting. “Maybe you need some convincing.” I stand over him and in one swift motion, I hit another front double biceps. “Feel that fucking shit!” I order. “Oh God!” Turner cries. He stands up, his eyes transfixed on my flexed guns. He’s quivering before me. “FUCKING SQUEEZE ‘EM!” I bark. Prinicipal Turner plants both hands on my freaky, tanned, marble-to-the-touch biceps. I squeeze harder. “YEAH!!” I shout aggressively in Turner’s face. Principal Turner’s eyes widen in shock. His mouth hangs open. I don’t know what’s happening, but I keep on squeezing. Keep on flexing. Keep on growling. Turner’s hanging on. Squeezing for dear life. And then … his whole body starts to shake and convulse. I open my mouth and unleash the loudest, mightiest, most animalistic ROAR in his face. Turner’s shaking still. He starts groaning. Crying out. His eyes roll back. I look down. A big wet patch is now sitting on the crotch of Turner’s trousers. Damn! All of that from just feeling my biceps. “Option two it is then, sir,” I casually say, picking up my backpack and going to exit the office like nothing just happened. “Wait -” Damn. Does he want another go already? “Yes?” “I have another …” “Spit it out, Sir!” Principal Turner swallows and straightens his back up. He’s getting brave. “I have one more condition.” I arch an eyebrow. “I’ll make sure you graduate. You can do whatever you want here.” My lips curl into a smirk. Hell yeah. “But …” and now he looks sheepish. He turns and looks at the wedding photo I was admiring earlier. “My husband gets to join in too.” Turner swallows. I’m smirking even more. Then I relax my face and shrug. “Deal.” I see Turner’s shoulders relax as his mouth curls into a mischievous smile. “Can we … do it now?” “You’re the principal!” I say, with a shrug. (But we both know who's in charge here.) I dump my backpack down on the floor and sit back down. Turner leans into the public announcement system on his desk and addresses the school. “This is your principal speaking. Could Mr Skreet come to the principal’s office please? That’s Mr Skreet to the principal’s office.” I have a feeling I’m going to enjoy being a student here at Charles Lincoln High. THE END *** From: [email protected] To: [email protected] Date: Tues Dec 15th Subject: RE: My first muscle story! Hey Curtis, Well, in case you haven’t read it already, the final part of The Arrival has been posted on the Muscle Fiction Forums. I just wanted to say a HUGE thank you again for giving me your feedback when I sent you the first part all those weeks ago and for encouraging me to post it on the forum in the first place! It means a lot, especially coming from someone who has not only written a whole novel but also has a literary agent! Don’t forget me when one of the major publishing houses picks up your book and then you sell the film rights to a big Hollywood movie studio. If that ever happens can you put in a good word for me and maybe show someone The Arrival? Not sure if there’s much of a market for films about cocky bodybuilders causing chaos on their first day at a new school - haha! Anyway - I really hope you like the final part! I still can’t believe I got as many comments as I did and I’m still not over the fact that someone mentioned Muscle University!! If only they knew. Speaking of which - I have to admit, I’m kinda looking forward to seeing Deano again over the Christmas break. Every time I see him he looks even more massive than the last time! And the older brother, Josh, gets smaller - haha! I think we’re all getting together on Boxing Day. I wonder what the chances of his hot Welsh friend Ozzie being there are. Probably pretty slim but a boy can dream! Speaking of insanely hot muscle lads - have you seen this guy on Instagram? He’s just an amateur junior from your neck of the woods but he’s so cute! He has the hottest trunks too. (Wish Deano would take note!) I kind of love his sticky-out pixie ears. Haha! Here’s his profile… https://www.instagram.com/alfie_winters_bodybuilding You can thank me later! Think he’s deserving of a post on your amazing shredded_muscle_lover97 Instagram page! Speak to you soon, fellow connoisseur of hot bodybuilders in shiny trunks and future published author! Archie X

Yep. Waiting for the next part. Great story

Hoping to find out what additional procedures h will be needed to get th car running (and how you’ll get it off the broken lift…. Definitely where I’d want to take My Car for a tune up great str or y!

Part 7 I made it to the gym to begin my heavy chest workout and all I could think about during the whole workout was Jason and how big he is and how big I wanted to become. I made sure to squeeze at the top of every chest movement. I wanted to make sure that I really gave my chest the attention it needs to become the chest that I want. The pump was insane and right when I figured I couldn’t take anymore the workout was over. I had my post workout meal, ice bath, shower and recovery. I had to be exhausted because I went to sleep soon after and woke up in time for my next meal before my afternoon workout. Jason still wasn’t back yet so the house was still quiet. I ate my meal and made my way back to the gym to do part 2 of my workout and had the same energy as I did this morning. Went through the 2nd phase of the routine and was just as exhausted. Did my post workout activities and made it back to the kitchen to eat. Jason was back and on the couch with a big smile but before he said anything about his adventure he stated that it must have been chest day because I have one hell of a pump going on and I must admit that was a good feeling to hear. I grabbed my meal from the fridge and walked over to Jason who was taking up 2/3s of the couch to have him explain how things went at the gym for him. He started talking about how the whole place went silent as he walked in. He strutted over to the same group of people that essentially ghosted me while they were working out. Normally that kind of story would keep my attention but I was looking at Jason’s muscles moving and flexing as he was telling the story while occasionally looking at my chest. He was right, that pump was insane in my chest. Never felt anything like it before. His story didn’t require any participation on my part but when he asked if I could take the constraining tank top off I said I could or you could just rip it off. Jason thought about it but said I thought you may have wanted to have it for yourself. My eyes grew wide, he continued to say as a thank you for helping me out earlier today to get the damn thing on. You can have the shorts too as well. Think of them as motivational souvenirs, as we were taking them off. I took them back to my room as additional motivation to grow into them and then out of them. I tried both of them on and of course they hung off me like a bed sheet. I looked like a kid in his dads tshirt but I couldn’t wait to fill it up. A few days had passed and Jason wasn’t lying when he said The Corporation knew what it was doing and to follow the plan. This heavy chest workout, meals, and rest/recovery was the real deal. Some of the side effects too were/are pretty nice if I had to be honest. I got up and took a good look at myself before going to be measured. It looks like I’ve grown taller since last time and of course bigger overall. My morning wood reached a bit higher than it used to as well and my nipples look a bit puffier than normal. I sorta have the build like Jason did except my entire body was proportional with the exception of my chest which I honestly think should be considered and called pecs now. I tried on the tank and shorts that Jason gave me several weeks ago just to see. The shorts were essentially being held up by my throbbing morning wood so I still had some growing to do in the legs department. The tank top was still hanging off of me but my pecs were able to at least hold it up somewhat. My back and shoulders are almost wide enough and broad enough to hold it up but not bad if I do say so myself. I felt confident enough to now walk around shirtless so I took off Jason’s stuff and just put on my workout shorts and went to the stat room. I walked past the kitchen and saw that Jason must have had an early workout because there were some remnants of the meal he had left. I went into the stat room and eagerly awaited the results. To my liking everything matched what I was seeing and how I felt. I did grow taller. I’m now 6’2” as well a bit heavier than I was when I started I’m now 241lbs with bodyfat at 14%. My waist trimmed a bit to 34”, my calves were now 18.5”, quads 54”, arms 14.5” unflexed and 19” flexed. My soft penis was 4” and erect was 8.5” don’t know if that was a side effect or not but I like it. Last and certainly not least my chest will now be officially known as pecs they have grown to be 66”. Not as big as Jason’s were when I first got here but damn they aren’t that far off. Seeing and reading those last few measurements caused precum to leak from my soon to be cock. If it gets any larger it will need to be called that in my opinion. I was stoked and ready to workout so I went to the kitchen and went to the fridge looking for my meal. The cold air stiffened my nipples which looked sexy erect. I heard Jason walking in and was he going to be surprised when I stood up at eye level with him. He spoke to me while I was leaning into the refrigerator thinking how funny it would be for him to see how much I had grown so I stood straight up, closed the fridge and was met with a wall of pec meat in my eye line. Looking at my stat line he saw that I grew a few inches and he remarked about it too but also saying that he did some growing as well as I could see. Even my once large and proud soon to be cock was smaller than his but not by much but because he was taller his rose higher than mine and was thicker. Jason said he gets measured tomorrow but is happy that I decided to start going shirtless makes it less awkward when he comes into the kitchen or any other room completely naked. I told Jason that I’m glad I can take away that feeling of awkwardness. He smiled and said, I bet that outfit from awhile back probably won’t fit me in any form now as he laughed and I agreed laughing back with him. We talked some more while eating, if he wasn’t as tall his pecs would have rested on the table. I leaned over just a little bit to see how it would feel which obviously at first very cold but I liked the feeling. We both got up to leave, me to go workout and Jason to go rest. Of course I followed behind him purposefully. He had to slightly duck his head to leave and walk down the hallway. I’m so glad this is the main hall for a few feet before splitting off seeing his triceps start to graze the walls in the hallway was amazing and caused an instant boner for me. It was like my penis, because it’s not a cock yet, was just magnetically attracted to him. I intentionally slowed down some because he was approaching his room, watching him trying to squeeze himself down to fit through the doorway was enough to send me over the edge but I held it together. He knew what he was doing as well but I was able to remember my goals and moved along to the gym and used that moment as additional motivation to achieve my goals.

So am I! I hope it is forthcoming

Love it. Only thing even better where if you mention cock sizes but if thats not you thing its great too.

Holy FUCK that was hot!

Hmm this will get interesting. Though I said he had to be teached some manners, I changed my mind. But he should have friends again. And I wonder how long Ben will need until he knows who is in front of him

Uncle Ryan - Extra Cap 07 - Carlos 01 At the same , while downstairs, Carlos still angry and pissed off about what just happened, had enough. He pulled back and slammed his fist into a locker in the old private Roy's gym, denting the door so much that the lock broke, which only made him want to lay a few of punches into Ryan face." I need some more stuff" he said, gnashing his teeth, between increasingly heavy breathing and the anger that continued to rise. "Ya, I'll be way stronger than he can imagine." and the saliva ran down from his mouth out of his teeth in anger. Then Carlos looked at vials in the locker. He filled a syringe, pulled down his pants, and stuck it into his glutes. The substance burned, but Carlos knew the pain only made you stronger. Carlos was tired and frustrated of being subjugated and ridiculed by Ryan and his brother Ben, again. Yes, his brother had also ridiculed him years ago. So, while he was packing his things and waiting for the steroids he had just injected into himself to have the effect he wanted, he thought back to these days... [...] Carlos was a young boy of just 12 years old when he moved to this new city. This meant new neighbors, classmates and new relationships to build. Carlos's father, Cap. Ramon, was a military man, he worked for the navy, so they often moved from one post to another, but instead of living inside the base, Carlos's father wanted his son to live as normal a life as possible, so he, his two sisters and the mother lived in a lovely house with a garden not far from the base, while his mother was a bio-chemist in government service, but in any case the father wanted a house in the center of a rich and more balanced life possible for the youngest of his children, Carlos. Young Carlos liked to travel and see new places and he and his father had an excellent relationship, his father taught him with discipline how to get fit from a very young age, he loved being the strongest of his friends and feeling all that attention from his his friends called him the little bull, because already at 12 he was as big as a 16 year old boy! he had a muscular physique for his age and like his father he ate like a bear! The mother was always desperate when they both competed to see who could eat the most hamburgers or who could do the most push-ups, she knew there would be a lot of clothes to wash and huge bellies to feed! they were two true friends, more than father and son! Carlos loved his father and wanted to make him proud, he did well in every sport and got good grades at school, he always tried to make friends wherever they went. But this year was different. the cap. Ramon was no longer with them. Cancer had taken him away after a year of struggle and research to save him, unfortunately Carlos felt truly alone for the first time. He felt a great lack inside. He was in the garden, lifting boxes to bring things into the house, Thinking back to what had been lost by lifting the two boxes full of kitchen stuff, with ease as I will weigh much much less than they were. When he was called to attention by a boy standing in front of his house with an expression of wonder on his face. "What are you looking at?" Carlos said to the boy. "...oh...well...you're really cool! Are you new here?" - and dropping the bike, the little boy headed with outstretched hand and with a smile on his face towards Carlos who had just arrived. "My name is Ben, I live down the street! Welcome!" - said twelve-year-old Ben. Carlos looked him up and down curiously, twelve years old? Like him? How was it possible that the kids in this city were so small? He could easily have swatted this gnat with one hand tied behind him and without effort. "Carlos is my name, I'm 12 years old....well...yeah, we just arrived." he said dryly. "Good! We'll be schoolmates then! Everyone in the area goes to Sunrise School!" I'm happy to have a new friend!" - Ben was an opposite boy to Carlos. Pale skin, freckled, red hair and slim body, but with a delicate and clean face. "...Friend..?" repeated a frowning Carlos, but Ben surprised him again "of course we just became friends! How could I abandon a new neighbor in this unknown street without a friend to guide you through the school?!?" he said putting his right arm around Carlos' big shoulders and with the other arm mimicking an explorer discovering a new land! So Carlos and Ben immediately became friends. Little Ben helped him catch up with his homework and Carlos defended him from bullies and helped him with difficult jobs such as cutting the lawn or rearranging the lawn, at least these years would pass peacefully. She was really happy with Ben, Carlos, after years, the void he had for the loss of his father seemed to have disappeared....or so Carlos believed. The friendship between Bene Carlos continued throughout the schools and the two got along well together, Carloa had even convinced a reluctant Ben at first to train regularly with him, and he seemed to like it. Little Ben, as Carlo now jokingly called him, seemed to respond well to the weights and indeed, he almost seemed more gifted than Carlos. Ben was always with Carlos and Carlos was always with Bene, the families now thought that they had adopted each other! Ben had fun with Carlos and he finally seemed to have started smiling and being calm again. But Ryan was a volcano, always in the wrong place at the wrong time. Carlos had defended him several times from Mr. George's dogs or from the neighborhood bullies because he had provoked them. Ryan's mother didn't want the two to put him in danger with their affairs and she often forbade Ben from hanging out with Carlos anymore. Not that the gods did anything crazy, but little Ryan was too lively. The two were close to 18 when Ben's little brother, Ryan, was always close to the two of them, and moreover Ben was meeting Helen, a girl in chemistry class who seemed less than happy with the proximity of the big, hairy and muscular Carlos to her new boyfriend, Ben. Helen always said how Carlos not only always ate too much, but he was way too muscular and she didn't want this to be a bad influence on Ben. Soon the outings with Carlos became rarer, just as the training, both the new little brother and Ben's girlfriend, had created situations where the two no longer spent much time together. So the time came for college, Carlos didn't expect Ben to go away with Helen to follow her in chemistry, they had always talked about going to a college where they could get study grants, travel and who knows, maybe become professionals. paid to do what they liked! But Helen had different plans, so much so that it led to the two friends arguing, Ben told Carlos that he couldn't expect them to always stay together, he was starting a family. With Helen there in front of her nodding and smiling, Bena would have to push that disgusting being away, Helen couldn't stand how Carlos, such a burly, hairy and not very elegant boy without a father and certainly not a pure American, was hanging around her Ben!!! So much so that at the height of the discussion between Carlos and Ben, he intervened by calling the boy a disgusting, defamatory boy! Ben remained silent....silent do you understand? He didn't say or do anything, he was now under Helen's thumb, Carlos was almost in tears waiting for some response, movement or defense from the man who for years had been his friend... nothing. With his married sisters moved to other states, and his mother having taken on a new partner and moved to Canada, he felt increasingly alone, increasingly empty. The void. Yes, he had been abandoned by everyone. Now he was alone. He was the one who had to grow up to fill the void. Carlos was left alone again. the void. [...] Years passed, Carlos had joined the marines, he continued to train, more and more. He seemed focused only on getting bigger and more disgusting... as Helen had called him that time. All he had on his mind was getting huge and making Ben pay! He had disappointed him, he had left him alone. Over time he had acquired more and more self-confidence and his physique, which he had discovered was much appreciated by many men and he liked it, he liked to dominate them and be adored. by the time he had decided to take everything he could from them, he would no longer have friends or companions. They were just ATMs to be fleeced to continue to fuel their growth. He had become famous on social media, he had everything on Instagram, Tik Tok, Onlyfans, everything to create content for his little and weak little men, as he called them. he likes to create content for every fantasy of his followers, of his weak little men Everything to fuel his desire for growth! Carlos had left the navy, he had become huge, he was a massive, fat bodybuilder, thick middle, muscular, beefy, with strong arms and legs, bulky, wide, hairy, cut dark military style hair and he was growing a moustache. He weighed almost 300 lbs for a height of 5'11'', he was wider than anything else, he had to walk through most doors sideways. He liked being so big. Who wouldn't have liked to be like Carlos, he had the strength of 10 men, impressive resistance and earned only by showing off his muscles, he had become a star, as he wanted as a child...over time he understood that he could make every rich man in the city fall into his employ, all he had to do was flex a little of his enormous muscles and here pathetic little men wet themselves in their pants begging him to accept their money or to fuck them until they were filled with his heat copious cum or being covered in his cum, and Carlos produced a lot of cum, he loved it! And thanks to his fame as a web star he also managed to obtain a sponsorship contract with one of the largest supplement stores in the state, Eddie's Shop. The owner was one of his most avid fans and asked him at least twice a week to pose for him live, paying generously. As well as a full, free supply of every sort of supplement he wanted to have. But Carlos knew that he would also need money and much more after this moment of fame was over, and for this reason he was always looking for a new wealthy client who would sponsor him or simply pay him to pose, cum or be adored. Like her last weak little man, Mr. Smith, an old man in his eighties with a fetish for big boys, he had even promised him a house to live in and that he would have a house built according to his wishes, and Carlos would not have let himself escape such a prey so easily. [...] Today he would finish the day after visiting Smith's home in this inn and then in his hotel room, preparing some content for his fans. he had done an excellent chest workout, his chin resting on those powerful slabs of flesh, which moved up and down and swelled in sync with his heavy and powerful repsiro, while he gulped down an amount of food that the waitresses had seen eat only at tables with 30 people. his blue body was full of his muscles and he was sweating like hell, he hadn't felt like taking a shower, he liked his smell male. The yellow sweatpants were too tight on him again, damn he thought, I only bought them two weeks ago! "Damn I broke myself today, I feel like a fucking bull!" he repeated to himself, concentrated only on what he was eating and on the ecstatic sensation of the pump. while he was gulping down his umpteenth spoonful of eggs, he was annoyed by a voice at the entrance to the diner, he looked up and saw a man of the same age as himself, in a tie and with red hair, arguing on the phone. He seemed completely lost since the ninth call, realizing that he had come in there, and that Carlos was obviously annoyed by it, he watched as he approached the opposite table but didn't stop talking on the phone. It took a loud belch that made both the man who had just entered and the waitresses jump in the air, a cold and severe look in the direction of the little man made him understand that he had to stop talking. "...err...sorry honey, yes...no...I'm not near the gorialla cage..." even if looking at that huge man, so dark and muscular, it seemed like it..."I have to close...yes, I'm at the diner...yes, sorry.."...he placed the phone on the table, making sure the big man stopped glaring at him. "fuck, stupid little men, they don't know when they're being too annoying" Carlos said out loud, finishing his last bite and heading towards the cashier, leaving the little man the chance to see his mountain range that was his back through the heavy blue sweatshirt with the hood pulled up and those huge thighs that were compressed in yellow sweatpants close to bursting. Carlos, he went to his hotel room opposite, tried to take off his sweatshirt but between the sweat and the muscles just fueled by carbs he was too swollen to do it, so he didn't think about it several times and grabbed the collar of the sweatshirt tearing it in two like it was a sheet of paper of paper."much fucking better!" he said to himself admiring his huge, massive, hairy and powerful body in the bathroom mirror. he gave a quick double bite and drank in the musky and powerful smell, licking his arm inside with his thick tongue, while the left hand massaged and teased his nipple, damn it felt good, so he was starting to connect his various socials and he's ready for a nice live masturbation with his followers, when from the corridor he heard the same annoying voice as before again. "...yes honey....yes Helen...I know...I will check on Ryana and yes, I will tell our son tomorrow not to continue..." "fuck again!" he said without worrying about others hearing him in nearby rooms. he opened the door angrily and saw him there, the little man with the red hair and the suit with the slightly loosened tie with the phone still to his ear, immobilized, like a deer in front of the headlights of a car, Carlos bare-chested wearing a pair of ruined gray shorts, swollen all over with a look as hard and dark as the starless night. "...Ben! Ben!...oh answer for heaven's sake what the hell are you doing!?!?" said a high, shrill woman's voice from the other end of the phone. Carlos raised his right eyebrow....it couldn't be...or maybe it was..."go ahead!" Carlos ordered the one he might have found, Ben. "...no...err....Helen, I...I have to leave you...the key card doesn't work and I have to...." - said Bene, still with his eyes fixed on that enormous monster musoclare that he found himself in front of. "Oh Ben, it's always you! Who knows what you've done!! You're the usual stupid person. Good night!" and the woman on the other end hung up. "Already stupid..." Ben repeated - "hey man, sorry, I didn't mean to bother you with..." - Ben tried to say but Carlos interrupted him and said "do you like what you see?" And he began to flex and make his huge pecs dance, Ben was trying not to look and even tried to walk away but Carlos' hand grabbed Ben by the small shoulder, "I didn't tell you to leave" he said in a threatening tone. "At that time?" she repeated Crlos was doing a double biceps, making Ben's jaw drop. "well seeing that tent in the trousers and that stain I would say yes!!" - Well he was embarrassed now as well as scared, he felt the power that this beast emanated. With a hesitant hand as if in tance he touched Carlos' enormous arm, it must have been 21, no 22... "24 inchs" said his tooth Calros, almost as if he had read Ben's thoughts.... Hell thought Ben, this beast looks like it's made of bricks, "I...I should...." - Ben tried to say, but Carlos urged him "..come in, little man!"

Haha! I'm glad you approve, mate!

Maybe Archie's been checking Ozzie out on Instagram for inspiration. Or Alfie even.

Of course, mate! You're one of my most regular readers/supporters! There's another part of this to go first and then it'll be story number three which is a bit more grounded in reality.

Can't wait for more GROWTH!!!

Hot as hell

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Sadly, I really love a bad boy , villain, so I’m kind of pulling for Carlos, his growth, a cocky attitude, and some domination.

That carlos needs some teaching

Part 9 Jason bounced on his feet on the canvas. Before him was his opponent. He crouched down, bouncing on his bottom, springing his thighs and hips for his kicking-dominant style. A well-adjusted man against his own peer. The bell rung, and he advanced like an aggressive buck. Front kicks made his opponent stumble back a few times. His barefoot swung at the head, none landed yet, his pesky hand blocked it. The battle went on, until one moment his front kick tilted up and - BAM! - finally found its target. His monkey-like spread toes covered and distorted his opponent's face, the rough calloused bottom of his foot slid from the mouth to the nose, transferring the great energy generated by his glutes down to the spear-pointed ankle - all with hefty muscles and thin fat like a bodybuilder yet the flexibility that befitted a martial artist. A KO win. Jason celebrated with a few spins and summersaults, one of which ended up with his foot sliding past the ring rope, he felt it impacting a face albeit with significantly gentler power. He looked back to see whether there's damage, he smiled internally. Coming to the side of his opponent, he checked whether he's ok and let the winner announcement routine go on. Leaving the locker room, still barefoot in a shirt, and still in his MMA compression shorts, Jason went to the practically empty parking lot. The thrill of the win was not the only cause for elation. When he looked back to check who had his foot grazed during his athletic celebration, he thought he saw his rival from his distant past. The rival that had gained his ex-girlfriend by his side. What use such a person has for an underground spectacle of man against man? No matter, that suspicion of encountering a familiar face who might just have tasted his victorious foot was enough to satisfy. "My car!" Jason's attention was refocused. A silhouette of a man in the darkness of the night cried for his car desperately chasing it; the scene lit only by the street lights and the roaring car's headlights departing the scene. Jason let his virile instincts on, and without any further thought, ran to the escaping car head on like a charging bull. Just under 3 meters from the speeding car, he launched into a flying side kick. His tough bare foot smashed the windshield unharmed and sunk into the face of the man stealing it. After killing the engine, Jason squatted on the hood, grabbed the man's shirt, puled him out and threw him beside the car. He jumped down and proceeded to launch a spinning back kick, cracking the man's ribs and caved in the car's door. The victim came to his side, clearly glad and awed at the same time. Now Jason got a good look of him and it was, as his luck would have it, the man he had accidentally grazed with his celebrating foot, and indeed, his childhood rival. The grateful man only knew him as an underground fighter; the Jason of his normal martial arts years, let alone the present Jason, escaped his familiarity detection. As it is often said of bullies, they don't notice those whom they have scarred. Perceiving in their mind's eye an object of harmless teasing. Seeing an opportunity, Jason made his move. He offered to pay for the repairs - money he had gained from his legion of failed men "neighbors". The victim, elated with compounding gratitude, offered a stay at his house for the night. After depositing the man at the hospital emergency room and reported the event to police, there they went. ---- Jason cleaned his feet enough on the mat to enter his host's house and relaxed himself in the living room. "Can I get you anything? Something to drink?" "I already had some. Thanks for the offer." "Nice house you have here." "Ah, it's not too shabby. I just bought it 2 years ago." "Cool. Not too easy for many people these days; homeownership." "Oh well, I just got lucky with my job with the bank." "A pencil pusher, huh. Laptop-job. Not the typical audience I'd imagine for an underground fight club." "Yeah well, I need something raw now and again. To be honest, I felt like a scowering mouse back then." "Soft-spoken, mild-mannered..." "Rowdy crowd, loud rap, testosterone wafting in the air..." "Yeah, what a contrast, I know. Your performance was amazing, by the way." "Yeah, the other guy was good too. Took my time to play with him. Wanted to get that predatory thrill going. Get that pump." Jason got up and flexed some muscles. Double biceps and most muscular, followed by a side kick, stopping a mere half an inch from his host's face. His crotch exposed from the angle of his dangerously threatening leg. "No need to flinch. I have complete control of my body. But I guess I just got too excited back then and slipped. In fact, you've had a taste of my foot." Jason gently bent the angle of his foot, bumping firmly but briefly the sword-edge of his uplifted foot on his host's lips. "I saw that look in your eye. The way you reacted to a big sweaty man who just won a fight sticking his foot on your mouth. I know it quite well. Unmistakable. You like that don't you. Like a scowering mouse in a den of lions. Shoulders hunched like a prey, wanting to vicariously feel what you yourself can't and won't. And then, whoosh, you got a raw taste of that power your own biology denied to you. Not only that, you got rescued by that very same man and his feet. Now you are under the lion's paw. This is more than just watching something raw. There's something... else." Jason could palpably feel the man's nervousness. His brain is sounding alarms. And yet, he felt the small tip of his tongue subtly licking the part of the foot that clamped on his kisser. "Come on. Don't be shy. Let it go. Let it all go. You know you want to." The man finally let his lips open and let his tongue take longer swipes at Jason's broad foot. His nose now pressed against the foot proudly wielded like a weapon, inhaling all the hormones that he could get. "Yeah, that's it. Know why I was barefoot at the parking lot? I never wear shoes or sandals to begin with. You wanted to see brutality. I live it. I know people like you. You hide your inadequacies behind high-paying jobs, money and property. You hide behind the strong shield of civilization to look respectable, powerful. Something you cultivated all your life since very young. And yet, I am the one feeling a million dollars here, like a conquering king while you with your suit-and-tie job got easily persuaded to lick a strong and grimy foot." Jason then rubbed his foot all over the man's face and hair. His toes occasionally tugged at the hair with the strength and dexterity of a hand. "So soft. So delicate. So easily crushed. I have my plans for you, whether you like it or not."

And my hyperfixation strikes again lol But in all honesty: that chapter was amazing. Kudos to the writer!