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When last we left our hero, he was looking to be in dire straits against the powerful Nelson, now a human parasite. Muscleboy's super strength and super cock have been tested - will the hero be victorious, or will he fall to this terrible villain! As always, feedback - whether in replies, reactions, dms (on here or discord) is much appreciated. I love hearing what you like and what you want more of! There will be a part 3 (and possibly more), so this isn't the final installment! Reminder: If you're not a fan of campy superhero stories, cum, muscle and cock growth, muscle theft, and fantasy style stories, this isn't for you. Also, here's some more of Muscleboy AI that make me think of this section... I've saved the ones related to the ending for after the story, so no spoilers: Muscleboy struggling! MB in the heat of battle from behind _________________ PT2 of Muscleboy: In the Parasite's Clutches! Under the heavy maw of the growing parasite, the patrons of the bodybuilder championships watched their powerful hero appear helpless. His massive cock was being sucked and pumped at a terrifying pace, and no matter the flex or the blast of energy, Muscleboy seemed gripped by the Parasite’s hold. He moaned as he unleashed another volley of cum and energy into the villain’s mouth, only further adding mass to the growing evil. Out of the corner of his eye, Muscleboy could see the fallen bodybuilders that Parasite had drained at the start of their bout. The once proud men were tangled together, still moaning, bodies gone from hundreds of pounds of muscle to skinny, nearly emaciated frames. Pale and powerless, they hardly had the strength to lift theirs. They called out to Muscleboy not to give in, to try and power though the assault. A flash through his mind brought fear into Muscleboy’s heart. He could picture his own form, reduced from its once proud, hulkish physique, down to a mortal size. He’d lay atop the piles, his legs tangled with the other fallen bodybuilders, his once massive cock now soft, small, and balls empty. Drained of his superpowers, he’d have fallen. Perhaps a worse fate than he could ever have thought. “NO!” Muscleboy gritted his teeth as he felt the suction on his cock. He thrust upward and willed even more power into his mighty rod. His balls ached as he drew on a reservoir of strength deep within him. He could feel his muscles tense once again. His pecs swelled and his shoulders grew, his abs tightened, his quads pressed apart, and the energy from his balls hummed. He growled as he drew from his cum force and pushed the power up his long, thick shaft. Parasite was too greedy to see what was happening. Lost in the daze of his own making, the villain sucked out the cum and energy, his own belly bloating and then shrinking down to diamond cut abs with every swallow. He couldn’t help but hold the powerful tool in his hands as he drew out more and more, so hungry and vengeful he didn’t even sense this new crash of power headed his way. When the ache reached Muscleboy’s cockhead, he roared, sending out an incredible release of cum and energy. The power slammed into the roof of the villain’s mouth, and with a shot, Parasite was blasted back once again. His head snapped backward as he was forced off the hero’s cock and his muscled body toppled over and skidded back across the wood panels of the stage. He grunted as he came to a halt near the edge of the wing, only for him to lift his head and fall down once more. Muscleboy continued to roar as he shot a load of cum and energy upward, blasting the ceiling and out the roof of the hall. When the blast slowed to a trickle, Muscleboy rolled to his side and panted. His heavy pecs hung, cascaded with sweat and aching from his flex. His rod still tented, massive, thicker than ever before, many feet of power hanging between his legs. He could see the glow of his rod and knew that he’d been badly overcome, though his balls as small as they were hadn’t been emptied. The crowd cheered as their hero got to his feet. He paused on one for a moment, and it was then the cheers of ‘Muscleboy’ rang out. He grinned as he pushed his way to his feet, and then gave them a most muscular flex. The towering hulk of muscle had bested the Parasite, who now lay in the darkness of the wing. “Thank you all for your support. I know it looked grim there for a second, but digging deep I managed to pull through. Now, I’ll try to work to get these boys looking back to how they were…” Muscleboy moved toward the pile of bodies. His huge cock cast a shadow over them. He nodded his head and put a hand on his shaft. His cum did more than give villains a taste of his power. If he gave them just a handful of seed, each of them would come back to their full forms or even better, at least for a little while. The young asian stud stroked along his cum vein and sighed as he swirled around his own head. At least here, offering some of his strength would be for the better of the world. “Muscleboy, lookout! Parasite’s coming to!” The reporter in the front row called out to him. The foot of the Parasite twitched. He shot up with a start, his huge body now snaked in dark veins and eyes wide. He stood at the edge of the wing, his form then coming into view on stage, and watched Muscleboy stroking his mammoth member. He licked his lips. “You almost had me there, Muscleboy,” Parasite’s booming voice had dropped with his size, and practically shook the hall. “But now I’m going to see to it you get what’s coming to you.” “I already told you to stay down, Parasite.” Muscleboy turned to face him, hands on his hips. “This time I’m not just going to use my cock to defeat you.” He didn’t wait for the Parasite to get the upper hand, not after all he’d faced. The crowd watched as Muscleboy charged, faster than a man of hundreds of pounds of muscle should’ve been able to move, before cocking his fist back. Parasite charged, too, growling as he raced his huge body toward the waiting hero. Muscleboy’s fist connected with the villain’s pec with a thud, and Parasite was forward into a stagger back a step. The hero’s other fist slammed into Parasite’s other side, and the villain grunted. Muscleboy swung his cock upward in a jab and hammered the villain’s abs. “Uffff…” Parasite hissed, knocked back again from the sheer force of the hero’s blows. To Muscleboy’s surprise, he didn’t topple over or crumble. In fact, Parasite stood and opened and closed his own fists. The superhero’s blows may have landed, but they didn’t turn the villain inside out. Whatever power he’d managed to drain from Muscleboy had grown within his body, and now his muscles provided the same superpowered shielding afforded to Muscleboy. “Pretty good, let’s see how you like it!” Parasite sneered as he pressed forward. He returned a blow to Muscleboy’s left pec. The hero flexed and grunted as the blow landed, and Muscleboy couldn’t help but feel the power in his hit. With all that he’d absorbed, Parasite’s strength had magnified, gone past the point of normal villain levels - he seemed to rival him now, both in size and stamina. Parasite grabbed Muscleboy by the shoulder and heaved two heavy blows into his abs, causing the hero to fall forward with grunts that echoed across the hall. Muscleboy threw his arms around the villain in a hold and squeezed, holding down the villains thick arms to his body. “Go… down… Parasite…” Muscleboy grunted. His own powerful biceps flexed, growing even thicker as he held down this fiend, and he amped up the pressure. He didn’t want to pop the villain like a bug, but for all the terrible things he’d done, Muscleboy could imagine Parasite deserving it. Muscleboy couldn’t stand the men who sought to drain people of their strength and physiques. He could abide by the villains trying to take over the city (or world, which was all too common). He couldn’t even be too angry at those who simply wanted to use him and his physique for their own personal gain. But those who wished to sap another’s hard work and power deserved everything they got. Parasite grunted as Muscleboy squeezed tighter and tighter against his body. His arms struggled under the heavy grip of the hero. His eyes widened as he watched the heaving form of the superhero manhandle him. He’d been so close to downing the perfect source of power, and now it seemed the hero finally had him cornered by using his true strength. How could he have been so foolish as to think he could take on the muscles of someone who called himself ‘Muscleboy?’ He stared at the heaving, red member in front of Muscleboy. The gargantuan weapon that had almost been drained of its powersource still dripped pre and glowed a pale blue. The once heavy balls that hung underneath of it were so much smaller now after so many drains. Surely if he’d only had a little more time, if he’d just drained the hero a bit more, he could’ve had his true power. “I’m… not… done…” Parasite grunted as he snarled as the hero. He focused his own energy, his hunger, and desire. He imagined the hulking Muscleboy in his grasp. The screams of terror from the audience as they watched the villain gain the upperhand. The sound of air escaping the hero’s lungs as he drew out the last of his power. He could see it - the shadow of himself, a beast of a muscleman sucking and sucking the hero’s cock as it shrank down, and the hero’s shadow, once defined, gargantuan and bordering physically impossible soon flat, emptied, and nothing but a husk. He’d toss the emptied hero atop the pile. He would destroy Muscleboy! “...YET!” The eyes of the villain seemed to glow with a dark energy as he found something deep within himself. He roared out as he threw his arms out and head back. The superhero lost his grip on the villain’s arms and was forced back as Parasite pulled from his grasp. The crowd gasped as Muscleboy stared down the hulking figure of Parasite once more. Their two figures seemed practically even then, muscles heaving with sweat and snaked with veins. A gentle hum and the crackle of static came from both of them, their powers seemingly at the surface of their morphed forms. “Give up, Parasite. I’ve shown you what my muscles and not just my cock can do. It’s over. I don’t want to have to go any further than this.” Muscleboy knew their next step would be to battle out of the hall, or else there could be civilian casualties. Their exchange of blows had already shaken the ceiling and put cracks into the wall behind them. He opened and closed his left fist, readying for another assault. “I hunger, Muscleboy. I want your power. I want everything. I want to be bigger, stronger… FEED ME!” Parasite’s eyes glowed as he pushed himself into a double bicep flex. His whole body glowed with energy as he did, his muscles expanding, his legs pushed apart, his pecs flexing, too. Muscleboy reared back for another heavy blow from his fist. Except, the dark energy glowed along Muscleboy’s cock. Parasite’s flex brought the dark energy up and down the hero’s shaft. Enough that Muscleboy dropped his arm and grunted, feeling the pull of energy up and down the length of his powerful rod. The villain’s flex forced him into a flex of his own, and Muscleboy grunted. His rod was flexing and his balls ached as Parasite flexed and flexed. The villain could feel the strange exchange of energy. Something had happened draining so much of the hero - it had changed him somehow. With his biceps peaking and his pecs flexing, Parasite didn’t even have to touch Muscleboy to attack him and initiate a drain. He could target the hero’s fat cock with this dark, devious energy. “Give it to me!” Parasite growled as he shifted into a most Muscular. “Give me your seed!” Muscleboy gasped as he dropped to one knee, then another, flexing and flexing, holding firm. The dark energy danced along the length of his cock like a flame, somehow drawing deep within him and pushing him closer and closer to release. It felt like hundreds of hands stroking his shaft and cum vein at once, or tongues dancing and swirling around his member and balls. He tried to right himself into a standing position, but he needed to keep his focus on his cock. With every passing moment, he struggled his body flopping sweat and then covered in veins. Parasite had to be burning through whatever power he had. Muscleboy just needed to hold off long enough that he could land a real blow on the villain. Except the longer he held out, the more the energy burned and burrowed within him. Parasite moved into a side triceps, and snarled, stepping even closer to the hero. He watched the thick vein along the length of the hero’s shaft, and even as he felt the heat growing along his own skin the longer he held the pose, the more he wanted to take from Muscleboy. He could power through the pain and weakness if it meant taking down the hero. He could rise above his resistance, and with that, become something even more terrifying. “... have to… escape…” Muscleboy grunted, as he held in his flex, his mind running through his options. He knew another release could prove to be his last, and wouldn’t let Parasite down him. Not here, not now. He just needed enough space to get out and recharge. His eyes glowed as he came up with a last, desperate plan. “RAAARH!” Muscleboy closed his eyes and thrust his cock forward. The head of his cock glowed as he fired a quick shot of energy from its head aimed for the villain’s chest. Parasite shifted his body out of the way in time, releasing his flex and watching the blast sail toward the ceiling to blast a hole. When he turned back to his target, Muscleboy was already in the air, sailing upward. “I’ll face you at even strength, villain, and then you’ll see!” Muscleboy called down as he flew higher. His massive back and glutes shone with sweat as his cock jutted out in front of him. “NO! YOU WON’T ESCAPE ME!” Parasite raged as he saw the hero’s form flying away. With all his might, he flexed into another most muscular. He closed his eyes and focused on the hero’s cock, a massive target that cast a long shadow on the stage below. “OOoooohhhhheuuuuugh…” Muscleboy flagged in the air as he felt the energy strike the length of his member. He gritted his teeth and kept and arm forward and legs back, soaring up like the superhero he was. Parasite flexed between poses, a side chest, a double front bicep, into a rear lat spread. His body glowed with this dark energy, pulsing as he stared up at Muscleboy. While some of the muscle shrank down off his body, he focused only on his end goal, taking down the target flying above him. The assault from below hammered Muscleboy’s cock, and he felt the energies rocketing up and down the length of his massive member. He grunted and moaned as he began to hover from side to side. His muscles pumped as he was forced into a flex, the energy pressing upward from within his body and toward the surface of his muscles. His cock and balls ached, the pressure building as he fought to keep altitude and make it out of the hole in the ceiling that he created. “YOU… ARE… MINE… MUSCLEBOY!” Parasite’s voice boomed as the crowd screamed. The villain struck a powerful abdominal and thigh pose, his form still hulking but nearing his old bodybuilder form. “EUUUUGHHHH..OOOOOH…. UUUUUUUGHHHHH…” Muscleboy felt the pressure intensify in his cock and he held his hands to his head to try and block out the dark energies from Parasite. He had to keep flexing, had to keep drawing up from his reservoir of power. If he could just get out of the theater, he could recharge… “Oh no!” The voice of the reporter echoed as he pointed to Muscleboy’s form above. The hero began to shift from side to side, and then started to lose height. His cock began to throb and shake as he let out a low moan. “Muscleboy is losing altitude. Parasite’s attacks seem to be working.” “Muscleboy, you have to fight!” Someone cried out. “You have this, he’s almost out of his power!” Another yelled. “Oooooooohhhhhhh…” Muscleboy hovered for a moment. The crowd gasped as he seemed to draw even more power up into his muscles. No one had ever seen the hero so full of energy, his head nearly adjoining his body as his delts swallowed him up. His hulking pecs and quads a sight unseen and unknown in the world. His eyes grew wide as he could feel the pressure overwhelm him. His arms dropped to the side as he let out a terrible yell. “AHHHHHHHHH!” Muscleboy’s cock exploded like a cannon, showering cum upward toward the ceiling. The force sent his body tumbling downward. He slammed into the stage of the theater and the wood buckled, sending shards of debris out into the audience. There were screams as dust lifted upward and Muscleboy continued to blast his cum. Parasite wasted no time. He grabbed Muscleboy by his cock and latched his mouth atop to drink down the blast. The hero moaned as he felt his energies being pulled from him. And yet he couldn’t stop releasing. It was as though the pressure had built up along the entire length of his shaft down into his core, and now, the terrible villain was sucking the cum and energy from him like air from a tire. He gasped as he arched his back, thrusting. His arms felt too heavy to lift. His whole body felt like a lead weight now, as though all of his energies had been moved to the surface, and he couldn’t tap into them. “Mmmm… yes…” Parasite guzzled down load after load, sucking Muscleboy of his precious seed. His pecs swelled with power, and he added pound after pound across his body, thickening his back, quads, glutes, and biceps. He soon passed Muscleboy in size, but kept sucking hungrily at the hero’s cock. “Give it to me, give it all to me!” Parasite roared as he stared down the fallen hero. Muscleboy kept shuddering and squirting, and moaned. With every passing shot from his cock cannon, he felt his muscles twitch and shrink. It wasn’t long before he felt his balls begin to shrink, and with a painful squirt, shrivel. “Ooooooh… fuuuuuck…” Muscleboy gasped as he arched his back and blew a watery load into the villain’s mouth. He panted, covered in sweat, and the crowd once again gasped. His once heavy balls now shriveled, and shifted into his body. He rolled his head to the side and moaned. “P-parasite…” Muscleboy rasped as the villain pulled back from his cock, now no longer offering loads, “Y-you’ve… taken what I have... I…” Muscleboy moaned, and tried to lift his head. Even at his size, he was too heavy to move upward. “You’ve… won…” Muscleboy’s eyes fluttered as he closed them tight, ashamed. Another scream rang out through the theater. Parasite grinned as he let the hero’s cock slap back against his waiting abs. “I wanted to drain you, Muscleboy…” Parasite said with a grin. He stared over at the bodies of the fallen bodybuilders, and then at Muscleboy’s. The superhero was still bigger than any living bodybuilder, even if his muscles had shrunk. He still had to have power deep within him to maintain such a powerful rod and muscles. Parasite could sense it - something deeper within Muscleboy. Something that would turn him from a supervillain into a demigod. “... I want everything…” “N-no… no!” Muscleboy yelled out as Parasite moved forward. The villain gripped the hero’s cock in his hands and studied it for a moment. Flexing had brought down the hero. And flexing would finish the hero. He simply needed to defeat and drain his rod of everything. A grin flashed across Parasite’s face. He placed the thick cock between his waiting pecs. “It’s time for you to join your fellow competitors, Muscleboy.” The hero’s cock slicked up between the villain’s pecs with remnants of pre and cum, and with that, parasite began to flex his massive mountains across the hero’s waiting rod. Muscleboy’s eyes widened. The flex struck from the head of his cock downward, as though the drain pierced within him. He could feel the pressure of the flex of his pecs on his cock, and then the dark energy traveling down to the root of his member. Muscleboy clawed at the stage underneath of him as he arched his back, the pain and pleasure filling the length of his shaft. It traveled down his cum vein into the root, inside of him, deep into his reservoir of power. “Ooooohhh… uhhhhhh…” Muscleboy fought with every ounce of power he had left. He focused on tapping into it, to call on his cum force, to call on the power that gave him his muscles and his superior cock. And yet the pleasure from the parasite clouded his mind and sapped his resistance. He couldn’t find the source of his power, and - he gasped as Parasite moved his power rod to his lips - he didn’t want to! The parasite flexed his pecs in rhythm as he took the power rod into his mouth and swallowed. The rhythm built, and with every flex, Muscleboy was forced to arch his back and let out a low moan. In another instant, his cock glowed, and from the base of his shaft began to thicken as energy was forced upward. Over and over again Parasite flexed, his arms then around the thick cock as he pressed it into his pecs, his mouth sucking at the superhero’s once powerful weapon. Muscleboy moaned and gasped as he felt the energy travel the length of his cum vein. Further and further up his meaty shaft and finally, onto the lips of Parasite. As the energy pressed into the villain’s throat, the connection was instantaneous. Muscleboy arched his back and involuntarily pressed his heavy arms into a double bicep pose. His shaft glowed red, then blue, then white. His muscles snaked with veins as his body too began to glow from red, to blue, to white. “FUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!” Muscleboy’s roar resounded, as did a flash, and Parasite swallowed. “It’s horrible, oh god, don’t look! Muscleboy’s - his muscles are melting off of him!” The reporter cried out as the camera zoomed in. The hero’s body shook as the energy was forced up and out of his shaft. Parasite began to grow, taller, freakier, adding forty, then a hundred, then two hundred pounds as he swelled upward. Muscleboy’s once proud body began to shrink down to a bodybuilder’s build, three hundred pounds, then lost another fifty in a blink of an eye. “Oh no, I can’t believe it, can this be? Muscleboy’s shrinking!” The camera watched as his muscles morphed down further still, two hundred pounds and lean. The parasite didn’t stop, though. He was hungry. He was ready to feast. Parasite, lost to the frenzy of this drain, drawing up up the power to his lips, gave a final long pull from Muscleboy’s cock as though it were a straw. Muscleboy’s shape changed a final time, shrinking down then to a mere one hundred forty pounds and five foot six. Mortal. Drained. The glow subsided from his body as Muscleboy gasped. His eyelids were heavy as he stared upward. Parasite had grown to a literal giant, a hulking abomination with more muscle and power than he could’ve dreamed. And Muscleboy had given him his strength. Was he unstoppable? Muscleboy’s eyelids fluttered as he lay there, moaning. Parasite licked Muscleboy’s cock and sucked once more, but nothing changed. Unlike the others who he’d wasted, Muscleboy stopped shrinking. But something had changed within Parasite. For before he would’ve snapped Muscleboy’s mortal neck or worse, he could only think of one thing. POWER. His thoughts were replaced with the drive of his id, his desire, and only his desire. He struggled to form sentences. Muscleboy didn’t even register now, no more than a mere mortal, his energy signature evaporated from the drain. Parasite grabbed the hero by the scruff of his neck and held him close to his face. “NOT MUSCLEBOY…” The few words the villain could string together came out, hot against his face. “MORTAL… WHO? WHO NOW?” Muscleboy blinked as he moaned. His naked body hung limp, lean but not competition worthy. “You’ve…Defeated… me... Muscleboy…” He moaned as the camera zoomed in on him. Between his legs hung his thick, heavy cock. Still 13” and soft, but no longer hard. His balls still inside him. “I’m… Anthony…” Parasite let out a laugh that bellowed across the theater. He stared from the fallen hero to the crowd. “NO… IS… HERO…” Parasite taunted him and the crowd. “IS… WEAK!” With that, he tossed Anthony across the stage. His body skidded and bounced along the length of the hardwood. He flipped up and atop the pile of writhing bodies. “Oooh…” Anthony moaned as he lay. His naked body covered in sweat and his former super seed. The bodies underneath of him moving, pulling him down some. He tried to focus on drawing any energy up into his cock but found none. He gasped as he shifted along with the others, soon repeating their same refrain. “So… weak…” Anthony saw a drone hovering from the camera crew upon the writhing mass of former bodybuilders. “Help… me…” ‘Help me…’ another voice echoed. ‘Please…’ ‘So weak…’ “Uf…” Anthony tried again to focus on his thick cock, to draw on whatever reservoir of cum force he could tap into. He gasped as he felt his cock flexing tenting, and then - his cock head opening, shooting a painful, watery load atop the man beneath him. “...help us… please…” Muscleboy gasped as the drone zoomed in on his handsome face, and he joined the chorus “Help us please..." Muscleboy’s eyes fluttered as his breaths grew short. He was too weak to speak, let alone move. The Parasite Roared as he flexed in front of the trembling crowd. “MORE!” He cried out. “MORE POWER!” The massive villain turned to face the brick wall of the theater behind him and smashed the waiting bricks to dust. The sunlight streamed in as he stepped out onto the street amid cries and the sound of sirens. He sniffed the air, still hungry, still searching for his next meal. _________________ And now, some post-defeat content: MB nearing the end! Muscleboy turned Anthony, defeated! Will Anthony regenerate and turn back into Muscleboy? Will the Parasite truly win the day? Find out what happens in the next installment of "Muscleboy: In the Clutches of Parasite!"

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Chapter Eight - Final “That’s impossible!” Ben screamed as he tried to come to terms with Sam’s mutated, far larger, 479lb body. The inhuman effort Sam had just displayed, breaking free of the thick chains and manhandling two cars had left him looking like an AI generated image. Every muscle on Sam’s hulking body was a pulsing, mass of muscle, larger than any person should ever possess. “DOES THIS LOOK FAKE?” Sam said as he flared his lats and inflated his body even bigger. In every direction, muscles grew, veins sprouted and skin looked ready to split. Even to someone as extreme as Ben, the sight was sickening. Sam saw the flash of fear and disgust, causing him to smile. “You thought you had the upper hand. All that gear, the torture at the gym and STILL I’m bigger than you.” “479lb of shredded, freaky MUSCLE!” Sam repeated as he brought his arms together into a crab pose. Slabs of huge muscle inflated in every direction. His arms grew so huge, they pressed against is freakishly massive pecs. His shoulders split into hundreds of individual striations, each covered with a twisted network of veins. Thick ropes of trap muscle surround Sam’s head, pressing against his ears. Spreading his legs to accommodate their unreal girth Sam flexed, the blood-engorged muscles exploded in every direction each limb containing the muscle equivalent of two professional bodybuiders. His outrageously massive body expanded into a vein-covered, pulsing monstrosity. “I have become nothing but MUSCLE and I will never stop GROWING!” Ben became frantic. “STOP HIM!” He yelled at the group of his six admirers, none of whom could take their eyes off Sam. One of the bigger men, easily weighing over 350lbs of powerlifter muscle, sprung in to action. He picked up a large pipe and ran at Sam, swinging it with all his might. The hard metal slammed into Sam’s enormous shoulder and cracked in two. Sam turned his head like a mosquito had just bitten him. He reached for the man’s neck with speed that betrayed his massive body. Instantly the man’s body went stiff with terror. Sam lifted him off the ground and held him as close to his face as his bulging muscles would allow. Sam cocked his head and brought his free arm up and flexed. The man started to scream and flail but could not escape Sam’s grip. “Do you think you are any match for these 36” biceps and 28” forearms? I mean, LOOK at how fucking huge they are. You can see the power flowing through them right?” Sam said as he hesitated for a moment, like he was contemplating doing something else to the man, before tossing him with a flick of wrist across the room where he landed on the hood of a partially dismantled car. Sam heard the vehicle approach from behind. Seconds before it would have made contact with him, Sam spun around and lowered his body. The large SUV came to a sudden stop as Sam gripped the front end with his monstrous arms. The front tires spun as they left the ground. The back tries started to smoke as the engine was pushed to its maximum but Sam didn’t seem affected by the tremendous focus being exerted against him, instead, he smiled as he extended his arms forward before bending them back, using the movement of the vehicle to work his triceps. Each rep caused ripples of blood-engorged muscle to erupt from the sides of his arms. “THIS IS FUCKING FUN!” He yelled over the SUV’s strained engine. When he became bored, Sam easily walked the SUV towards a nearby wall. Each step displayed the outrageous mass that constituted his quads and calves. The thick slabs of muscle rubbed against each other as he moved. “FUCK YEAH! This is really working my 45” quads and 31” calves. LOOK AT HOW HUGE THEY ARE!” He screamed to no one in particular. As the rear bumper of the SUV reached the wall, Sam lowered his body slightly and continued to drive his massive body forward. The sounds of bending metal filled the garage. The back headlights and rear window shattered as the body of the vehicle started to compress. The door buckled and the rear tires popped as the vehicle was quickly reduced to half its former length. The terrified driver climbed out just as the front doors and windshield could no longer hold their form and crumpled like a pop can. Reduced to barely six feet in length, Sam gave one final shove that stopped the SUV’s engine cold as well as caused a huge crack to appear on the concrete wall. Sam took a step back as the growing puddle of leaking gasoline approached his feet. Ben hadn’t witnessed much of Sam’s powerful display, he was in a mad panic trying to decide what to do next. As Sam manhandled the huge SUV with relative ease, Ben climbed into the steel rafters overhead. When Sam stepped away from the decimated vehicle, Ben launched himself from the ceiling, his 427lb body fell like a stone. His massive body landed directly on to Sam, the two massive men crumpled to the floor, now one huge pile of muscle. Ben recovered first, although reeling from the density of Sam’s body under his. He managed to stand up, reach down and grip Sam’s head in his hands. He applied so much pressure, Sam emitted a low whimper as Ben’s forced Sam to a kneeling position. The rage in Ben’s eyes frightened the group of onlookers. Ben pulled his massive right arm back, it’s 31” girth pressed against his inflated 24” forearm. Standing over Sam, Ben landed a devastating punch that would have shattered concrete. Blood sprayed from Sam’s mouth as he head recoiled with such force, had his neck not been surrounded by thick cords of muscle, it would have snapped like a twig. “You are going to feel every ounce of my POWER!” Ben said as returned his hands to either side of Sam’s head. He lifted Sam off the ground with just the strength of his arms. He stared for a moment at Sam’s inhuman mass just inches away. Before Sam could find secure footing, Ben bent down and drove his boulder-sized shoulder into Sam’s granite-hard abdominals. Quickly positioning his body under Sam’s massive frame, Ben draped Sam across his shoulders and stood to his full height. No amount of hardcore lifts prepared him for the writhing weight of Sam’s incredible size. Ben held on to as much dense flesh as he could and with a scream that empathized the effort, began to lift Sam over his head. Ben’s entire body flexed. “FUCK YEAH!” He screamed, knowing the sight was beyond anything the others had ever seen. Ben stood with Sam pressed over head for a few seconds, relishing the intoxicating feeling of extreme power coursing through his veins. With a violent surge of energy, Ben repositioned Sam and drove his body onto the concrete floor so hard, large cracks radiated from where Sam landed. Sam lay motionless on the ground as Ben stood over him, breathing heavy and looking more pumped than he had ever been. Sam let out a moan but did not move. “LOOK AT ME!” Ben screamed to both Sam and the others. “LOOK AT THE POWER THIS FREAK POSSESSES!” He said as he performed a most muscular pose. He instantly transformed from inhumanly large to grotesquely massive. Veins sprouted on top of other veins and muscles twisted around themselves like he was being crushed by his own massive size. Whatever proportions he was able to retain at his size disappeared as he transitioned into a bulging mass of gargantuan muscle. Sam looked up and couldn’t stifle a scream, the sight was extreme, even for him. Ben reached down and grabbed Sam’s right wrist and started to drag him across the floor, barely registering Sam’s heavy weight. With a flick of his wrist, Ben hoisted Sam off the ground and slammed him onto the hood of an old pickup truck. Ban ran his hands over the peaks and valleys of Sam’s monstrous back before tearing his flimsy shorts away, exposing the most massive and striated glutes he’d ever seen. “A much better ass than I remember.” Ben said as he tore his own shorts off. Sam whimpered in anticipation. Ben pressed his full 427lb against Sam’s 479lb body. The pickup truck groaned under the incredible weight of the two behemoths. Ben grabbed both of Sam’s huge arms and with visible effort, pulled them as far back as he could, both men’s arms flexed in response. As Ben’s cock slid between Sam’s twitching ass checks, both men moaned. Holding Sam in place by his arms, Ben started to drive his cock and body into Sam, causing the truck to lurch forward. The hood began to crumple as Ben increased his tempo. “OH FUCK YEAH! It’s been so long since I’ve been able to use my full power.” Sam lifted his head and looked at the metal truck being torn apart around him. He struggled to free his hands but Ben had them in a vase grip. He opted instead for flexing the individual muscles of his back in a display of muscle control that made Ben’s cock grow harder in his ass. Sensing the shift, Ben released Sam’s arms. Sam pressed himself higher as his hands further deformed the thick metal of the truck. To Ben’s surprise, Sam then raised his arms and flexed. What was once a wall of muscle inches from Ben’s face, morphed into a hellscape of mutated muscle, veins and skin that looked ready to spit open. “FUCK!” Ben screamed. “YES! FUCK THE BIGGEST FREAK!” Sam yelled back, beginning to move himself and the truck forward. Ben’s hands made contact with Sam’s bloated back, shoulders and arms, every muscle bigger than he had ever felt. Ben stopped moved and Sam turned to face him. Both men looked unrecognizable, their bodies surpassing even their wildest fantasies. They stared at each other with anger replaced by awe. They knew in that moment, no one would ever reach their level of mass and definition. Sam stepped closer and pushed Ben into the front of the truck. Ben wrapped his huge legs around Sam’s midsection. Bending down and gripping the truck’s bumper, Sam stood back up, bring the vehicle and Ben with him. As his throbbing cock slid into Ben’s ass, he maneuvered the impossible weight like a pillow. Both men screamed in ecstasy. The truck slammed into the wall but Sam continued to move his huge body closer to Ben. The truck practically disintegrated around the two huge bodies as they simultaneously orgasmed. Ben lowered himself to the floor in front of Sam, looking up at a body he had previously never imagine could exist. He reached for Sam’s right calf, his hand trembling with fear and desire. Sam responded and raised his foot, flexing the 31” boulder of muscle. Ben placed both hands on the mass of pumped muscle and shuttered at the sensation of the power coursing through ever pulsing vein. Sam pivoted his body so Ben could see his calf from every angle. Ben gripped the muscle as hard as he could, making Sam emit a low moan. Further entrancing Ben, Sam flexed his hamstring and glutes. Ben gasped as the deeply separated cords of muscles, became harder and even more defined. Before Ben’s eyes, Sam was contorting his muscles at will, each one growing larger as if by sheer will. Ben placed both hands on Sam’s glutes as he began to undulate the waves of striated beef, the movement was almost hypnotic. “Move back.” Sam said as he forced his hands to either side of his waist. That simple movement caused the huge slabs of muscles on his back to bunch and smash together. Then, to the amazement of Ben’s shocked gaze, Sam began to spread his lats, slowly and methodically. In seconds, his back equalled his 5’8” height with no sign of stopping. Every muscle grew as countless muscle fibres leapt to the surface of his skin. The sculpted detail of each muscle was a masterclass in extreme human physiology. Nearing full flex, Sam’s traps devoured what was left of his neck. His outrageously wide lats eclipsed his record-shattering biceps and his lower back was so thick, the massive muscles came close to grazing the top of his pulsing glutes. “SAM!” Ben muttered. “NEED TO BE BIGGER!” Sam said, the strain evident in his voice. “HARDER! FLEX HARDER!” Ben encouraged, afraid of what he was manifesting. Sam let out a loud growl that vibrated the concrete floor. His hands were pressed so hard on the sides of his waist, red marks began to show. His width had far surpassed his height and to even his surprise, he felt his lats spread even wider. He was shaking and screaming as he forced, no, commanded, his back to grow wider and more extreme. Ben moved further back to fully absorb the monstrous display. As fresh cum sprayed like a garden hose, Ben stared at the most massive, vascular, beast that had ever existed. Sam had wiped away any semblance he was human, replacing it with something that should never exist. With one final agonizing roar, Sam released the pose. His back remained so huge, his arms “hung” parallel to the floor. He turned to face Ben, his face now contorted from pain, covered with thick veins and sweat. He extended a hand and lifted Ben off the floor. “Show me more.” Ben said. Sam stood to his full 5’8” height. He raised his arms and flexed, but didn’t flex his abs, instead began to suck in his stomach. Ben could only stare in awe as the other men let out horrified moans. Performing a vacuum pose was the pinnacle of muscle control for a normal bodybuilder, but seeing someone Sam’s size doing it was unlike anything Ben had ever seen. Sam’s already relatively small 35” waist appeared to shrink to a staggering 30”. His extreme level of conditioning allowed for his countless ab muscles to stretch under his nearly translucent skin. As if the shocking transformation of his waist wasn’t extreme enough, Sam’s upper body literally inflated. His lats were far wider than he was tall and his pecs rose so high, only his eyes and forehead were visible. Not only did everything appear to grow, every muscle on Sam’s body was flexed to its absolute limit. From his vantage point, Ben could almost see the blood being pumped through the billion of veins that covered every inch of Sam’s 479lb physique. “How’s this for freaky size? Can you imagine anyone could ever be this huge?” Sam said from behind the wall of muscle that muffled his voice. Wanting to further showcase his staggering mass, Sam drove his arms straight up and transitioned into a classic victory pose while maintaining the vacuum. His 36” biceps pressed against his face which was now being devoured not only by his upper chest but his arms. Ben didn’t have to touch himself to spray a fresh load of cum. He could only watch with desire and terror at the gruesome sight of Sam’s body. “I can’t believe what you’ve become Sam.” Sam relaxed the pose, his muscle remaining larger than ever. “Show me what my size drove you to become.” He said as he scooped fresh cum from his own cock. Ben raised his arms and placed them behind his head. That simple movement showed the difficultly Ben had due to his limbs massive size. His 31” biceps and 24” forearms incased his head, pushing his chin to touch his upper pecs. With a grunt of struggle, Ben flared his lats and flexed his 34” waist as hard as he could. A gruesome network of muscles and veins contorted as he twisted his abdomen in a further attempt to show his extreme conditioning. Sam gasped at the sight but held his breath as Ben repositioned his legs. With a tortured growl, Ben extended his left leg and flexed with all his might. A wave of striated muscle erupted on his 24” calf and travelled up to his staggeringly developed 41” quad. Ben’s face was beat red from both effort and the slabs of muscle exploding in every direction. He appeared to triple in size. “I LOVE BEING THIS FUCKING HUGE! SO MASSIVE, SO GROTESQUE! AAARRRGGGHHH!” Sam couldn’t contain himself. He lunged towards Ben, wrapping his arms around him and began kissing him passionately. Both men became entranced by the other’s muscles, their hands feeling as much as they could. “Imagine how much bigger we could be if we worked out together.” Ben said between kisses. “There would be no stopping how massive we could get.” Sam said as he sucked on Ben’s huge, striated pecs. “GET OUT, ALL OF YOU!” Ben screamed at the other men. “SAM AND I NEED TO LIFT!” The men scrambled towards the doors as Sam and Ben surveyed the garage, looking for objects to further test their inhuman strength. “Are you ready to get even bigger and stronger.” Ben asked Sam with a devious grin on his face. “Just try and stop me.” Sam said as he waddled towards a sedan raised on hydraulics near the entrance of the garage.

Thanks dredlifter, and glad you enjoyed the reading.

Loved ‘The Arrival’. Cody’s pride in having made himself a freak and being a complete roid pig really got me - especially that bit of Part 1 where he was commenting on his roid gut and how he revels in the disgust over it. Those lines went drive me wild. Would love a Cody origin story…

Yes! Great stuff, thank you so much. I love it all.

I agree 1000 percent! The Iron King’s cock is the most powerful weapon in creation!

Oh Sannong… did your freaky self finally find some shredded muscle dimension where you’re living out the super hot things you wrote about?

I wish somebody rendered the image of the Iron King crushing Superman. The Iron King rules!

Love this update.

Glad you're enjoying it, mate! Yeah - shredded_muscle_lover97 is Curtis from Muscle Lads, Inc. who Archie is emailing at the end. So you could say we have Archie to thank for those two getting together!

I love how 'meta' this most recent story was. Also I'd have to go looking but isn't the shredded_muscle_97 moniker the same one used by the children's book writer in the last story? Lol. If someone in the comments is recommending he check out Alfie, with whom he ends up... Well it's just that much more meta at that point

Bumping this cause i totally see the dad as this guy right here Musclemenworld en X: "Muscle Daddy cums on bed!! #bodybuilder #muscles #muscleman #bigmuscle #sexy #sexymuscle #gayboy #gayman #sexymuscleman #buttocks #muscleman #bigass #butt #macho #machomusculoso #strong #manly #muscleass #bigman #musclebutt #gay #strongmacho https://t.co/TFsPVFzTOS" / X

I just thought about you

I know of one good looking muscled Brit who moved to Florida - Adam Charlton.

Thanks for your patience guys - a new chapter is in the works and will release in a few days, been very busy. Can't wait!

Your MU spin-offs, MA, were legendary! Time may tell with me if I'll be doing any.

I'll always champion a good spin-off!

Thanks, MA, for all of your wonderful compliments. Not sure when or even if there will be a next, though my mind had dabbled with a spin-off with Pete and Oliver.

That's because Alfie Winters isn't real! I didn't actually mean for it to link to a page! Glad you liked the ending though, matie. And don't most of the American muscle boys go to Florida? (Maybe a question for MuscleJon, oops I mean @MuscleJoe)

Great final chapter, mate with a little bit of everything! Jealousy, drama, conflict, stalkers () followed by some incredibly hot muscle worship and sex scenes. The final part was also very sweet too. I think you could really run with these characters and create more stories with them. Regardless, I'm excited to see what you try your hand at next!

Typically muscleaddict excellent writing. Hot scene with Cody and Principal Turner and we learn Mr. Skreet will soon get his turn too! These muscle-addicts will make sure Cody graduates so that he can get to where again? Oh yeah, Florida. BTW - your link gives me this - Sorry, this page isn't available. The link you followed may be broken, or the page may have been removed. Go back to Instagram.

Love it! Would love another chapter where Jelani slowly rips someone apart with his bare hands; breaking bones, crushing limbs, tearing away flesh… Perhaps as an interrogation scene or something?

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.