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Another really hot chapter bring on the next. Always love your freaks

I remember those 3 (but don't remember the chronology :D)

I’m glad you're enjoying it, Joe. Maybe Archie needs to write a sequel where Mr Skreet gets a job teaching at Muscle University.

Thank you, dred! I’m glad you’re enjoying it. Meta and fun was exactly what I was going for.

Bless you, mate. I think Deano would probably roll his eyes and groan at everything Cody does but maybe secretly enjoy the story anyway?

Who knows, mate? Maybe some awesome forum member who always gives me the loveliest and most enthusiastic feedback?! Self-confidence? You could say that. I was more going for OTT brat-ish cockiness!

Thanks, Dennis! I’m glad you’re still enjoying it. I had loads of fun writing this one. With Cody, I wanted to sort of create the ultimate teen muscle God. I had loads of ideas of where I could take it but hopefully you’ll like the direction I’ve gone in.

Hot af chapter

Sorry for the delay. Here is Chapter Seven. Enjoy. Chapter Seven The garage was large, old and had a number of vehicles in various states of repair. Sam was propped on a thick metal platform that positioned him in a near-vertical angle. Around his massive body, thick industrial chains were wrapped tightly, each one attached the fender of a nearby vehicle. If each vehicle began to move, the chains would tighten and crush Sam. “NO! OPEN YOUR EYES! LOOK AT ME!” Screamed Ben. Sam slowly opened his eyes. The sight of Ben’s body was like nothing Sam had ever witnessed, except for what he saw in the mirror but even that was in question seeing Ben’s current level of development. Sam couldn’t estimate how much staggering mass Ben’s had piled on his 5’10” body in the last six months. “Trying to figure it out? How this is even possible?” Ben said as if sensing Sam’s thoughts. “I’m more chemical than human at this point. I have to eat most meals in liquid form due their absurd quantities and it’s not uncommon for me to be in the gym for 12 hours at a time. I know what you are thinking, how is that sustainable? It shouldn’t be Sam but here I am, proof that what you think is extreme is NOTHING compared to what I am capable of.” Ben was only wearing a pair of briefs that barely covered his bulging crotch. The rest of his exposed body seemed to glow in the dim, garage lights. His smooth skin was perfectly tanned and he had let his hair grow, framing his face perfectly. The effects of the steroids had only enhanced his good looks, making him look like an AI generated action figure. Ben’s face was the only thing that resembled the person Sam remembered. Thick, throbbing cords of muscle, veins and tendons encased Ben’s head. His mountainous traps were stopped by shoulders so huge they looked to be triple the size of Ben’s head, making it look comically small. From the shoulders, arms that were nothing but a collection of writhing, vein-covered monstrosities, were elevated near ninety degrees from his body because of his sun-eclipsing lats. Ben’s chin permanently rested on top of his pecs that defied all logic. Each massive slab protruded so far the separation between each muscle group created a foot-deep crevasse. Astoundingly, Ben’s stomach was a shocking display of always-flexed wall of brick-sized abdominals whose relatively small size betrayed logic having to support so much mass above. The dramatic taper between his shoulders and waist was made more extreme by the inhuman quads that literally exploded from below. Ben’s feet were forced into a wide stance to accommodate the bull-sized slabs of meat that ballooned in every direction. While maintaining human-sized joints, Ben’s calved ballooned again into two gigantic, quivering masses of muscle that would rival the entire body of an elite athlete. “I never wanted to be like this but the more I grew, the more I needed. When someone would tell me how big you were getting, I would get bigger. You became the baseline I was determined to surpass. And now, being like this, I can’t imagine ever not wanting to keep growing. The power coursing through my veins is more intoxicating than I ever imagined it could be.” Not that he needed a demonstration, Ben turned, giving Sam a view of his outrageously developed back side. From neck to heel, he was a pulsing mass of granite-hard muscle. Each muscle group didn’t just flow into the other, they appeared to be fighting for space. Ben bent down and gripped the back bumper of the nearest car and stood up, showing no visible effort. Sam felt bile in his throat as Ben’s seemingly flexed back suddenly erupted, proving it had been relaxed. Ben adjusted his grip and pressed the car higher, until his arms were fully extended. Still not displaying the slightly strain, Ben walked forward, towards the centre of car. He repositioned his hands wide and with a small squat, maneuvered the vehicle so all four wheels left the ground, supporting it on his shoulders. As he stood back up, he pivoted to face Sam. With the first grimace of effort, Ben slowly pressed the whole car like he was shoulder-pressing a 20lb dumbbell. “THIS DOESN’T EVEN FEEL LIKE A WORKOUT!” He yelled as he let the car crash onto its side between himself and Sam. The sound of tearing metal echoed throughout the garage as Ben’s hands emerged between a growing whole in the car’s roof. Ben bent the thick metal like he was folding a blanket. Like Jack Nicholson in The Shining, Ben’s face appeared in the widening gap. With his bare hands, Ben tore the car in two, stepping through and standing only a few feet away from Sam. “It must killing you so I’ll tell you just how big I am at the moment.” Ben said as he slowly started to flex, the movement was so subtle Sam almost didn’t see it at first.“I turned 20 a month ago and at 5’10”, I currently weigh 427lbs. Up from an embarrassing 197lb at the bodybuilding contest. Fucking pathetic. 427lbs SAM! LOOK AT ME!” Ben yelled and gave up on the dramatic slow flex, straining his entire body to flex as big as he could. Sam could almost hear the muscles tense as Ben’s entire body transformed into a solid, vein-covered wall of muscle. “HAVE YOU EVER SEE ANYONE THIS HUGE, THIS FREAKY!” He screamed, the effort of the titanic flex evident in his voice. The longer he held the pose, the more veins appeared, his skin beaded with drops of sweat. Sam could only stare in awe. Never in his life had witnessed so much muscle up close. As if Ben’s staggering weight gain wasn’t enough, he some how managed to retain a certain level of symmetry. “427lbs of freaky, ripped mass.” Ben repeated while still holding the pose. His arms had been raised higher by his inflated lats and his feet were pressed further apart by the sheer size of his quads. “My neck is 21”, these arms are 31” and my forearms are 24”, my waist is only 34” and can you see these quads? They are 41”. I know you always had a thing for my calves and now they are 24” of pure meat!” Ben said as he finally relaxed the pose but instead of resting, he stepped closer and transitioned into a most muscular pose. His pumped body inflated once again, ballooning in every direction, so close to Sam’s eyes, he feared he would be crushed by all the muscle. Ben’s body shock as it continued to swell larger. “LOOK AT THIS FREAK!” He yelled, spraying Sam with saliva. Ben seemed lost in his own mass and the exhilarating pump. At first he didn’t notice Sam’s chuckle. When it rose to a full laugh, Ben looked at Sam with confusion. He relaxed the pose and stared at Sam who was now laughing hysterically. “What the fuck is so funny Sam?” Sam stopped laughing so Ben knew it was just for show. “Poor Ben.” Ben stepped closer so his giant pecs pressed against Sam’s face. “WHAT!” “I’m still bigger.” Sam said causing Ben to step back with a look of shock on his face. The heavy chains wrapped around Sam started to rattle. At first, Ben was unsure what was happening but suddenly he realized that Sam was trying to flex. Most of his body was obscured by the chains but as he flexed, they wrapped themselves tighter, sliding against each other causing a high-pitched whining sound. Ben tired to regain his composure. “You’re not get out of those chains. Besides, they are attached to four fucking cars you idiot.” Sam just stared at Ben with a look of determination that caused Ben’s confidence to evaporate. The rubbing of the chained stopped when they no longer had anywhere to move. Sam was still wrapped tightly but a vibrating sound could be heard from where he was confined. Ben didn’t wait to see what was about to happen. Ben bellowed to someone outside in the room. The back door was thrown open and a group of six men rushed in. They were Ben’s harem of admirers. “GET IN THE CARS!” Ben screamed. Four men rushed to each of the cars but before they reached them, Sam started to emit a low, frightening growl. The chains vibrated loudly and Sam’s face turned scarlet red. The entire group stopped dead in the their tracks as the sound of screeching metal filled the garage. Like watching a play dough machine, the once indestructible chains began to shatter around Sam’s body. “HURRY!” Ben yelled. The four cars roared to life. The drivers started to move each vehicle in opposite directions. The chains rose from the ground and became taut. Ben looked in Sam’s direction and the sight filled him with terror. As the broken chains fell away, Sam held two. He was still wearing his oversized clothes but the inhuman effort his body was exerting made them stretch across his hulking body. With his arms extended, he gripped the chains and stepped away from the metal platform he was no longer tied to. Two of the cars stopped as they were no longer holding Sam in place. The other two now being held by Sam, continued to rev their engines. Sam was roaring like a wild animal as he slowly raised his arms, stopping the cars from advancing forward. The once loose-fitting fabric that covered most of his arms tore away as they flexed past their former gargantuan size. The tires of the two cars started to screech as they tired in vain to move forward. Sam raised his head as high as his non-existent neck would allow and slowly repositioned his hands like he was about to perform chest flys with cables at the gym. His arms transformed into two writhing columns of pure muscle. As his shoulders and chest started to engage, the cars started to move in reverse, even with their engines pulling in the opposite direction. The onlookers, Ben among them, watched as Sam’s whole body inflated. His clothes fell away as each inhuman muscle groups swelled so large, the sounds of muscles slapping against each other filled the garage. “UUURRRGGGHHH!” Sam bellowed, refusing to let the two cars stop him. Sam’s chin and jaw disappeared as his pecs grew into two, striated mounds of pulsing muscle. His shoulders pressed against his ears and his arms continued to flex, more definition and veins creeping to the surface. To the shock of the crowd, Sam managed to force his fists together, a feat of pure power no one present had even experienced. “FFFRRREEEAAAKKK!” Sam screamed before letting go of the chains, sending the cars speeding forward and slamming into the opposite walls of the garage. Sam pulled the remaining remnants of his clothes off his body. He was breathing heavily and sweat puddled on the ground around him. He could barely turn his head to survey the room, his traps were so pumped, they touched his ears. Even he had never felt this pumped and massive. His eyes locked onto Ben who had not moved. “427lbs IS NOTHING! I’m 479lbs AND I’M GOING TO DESTROY YOU!” Sam said as he advanced towards Ben.

Part 6 I ran to the printer to see the routine. Apparently some adjustments were made but they were very minor according to the disclaimer but it didn’t say what those were. Go figure. The meals have been replaced for me and the workout plan will be in place for 6 weeks. I needed to go to the stat room as well before starting this workout. I started looking through it and instantly recognized what The Corporation wanted for me. They wanted me to have a big chest too which was great. It appeared my groin agreed too, the workout read as followed. Day 1 Heavy Chest Only, Day 2 Legs, Day 3 Arms/Back, Day 4 Heavy Chest Only, Day 5 Rest, Day 6 Light Chest Only, Day 7 Rest, Repeat. The first thing that came to my mind was my chest will be fucking huge after this but then slightly thought about overtraining but these people at The Corporation knew what they were doing so I didn’t worry about it. I put on my workout gear as I still wasn’t comfortable enough yet to just walk around shirtless or even naked like Jason but I have a feeling after the first 6 weeks shirtless might be the way to go. I walked into the stat room to step on the scale. Everything increased by .5 with the exception of height, that remained unchanged and my penis. But I didn’t care I knew today was the start of something BIG. Jason walked into the kitchen and it was at that moment that I really noticed how big he had grown while I was in my daze. It apparently wasn’t his day to get measured but he easily had to be over 315lbs at the sight of him all I said was SHIT! But covered my mouth too late. Jason said yeah I know and bounced his pecs they were too big now to be referred to as a chest. When Jason sat at the table, I couldn’t help but notice and envy the fact that his pecs were damn near resting on the tabletop. His fat nipples were touching the table, but that was only because the table was cold which caused them to stiffen. He began to chug down his drink and asked if my routine got switched up. I said yep gleefully about to get going after this. Jason said cool and informed me that he gets to go out today to show off at the gym. I thought to myself that you really do have to get permission to go out. Which in normal instances would be a problem but to be able to do all of this and get huge as fuck why would I want to go out anyway but hey why not right. Jason knew he had to put something decent on which would have been a tank top and shorts. The shorts were easy enough but he asked if I could help dress him real quick if I had time. I looked at my routine and saw I had about 30 minutes before I had to start working out so I agreed but said I would have to do it now. Jason didn’t have to be told twice, he got up from the table in his full naked glory and motioned for me to follow him to his room. I didn’t really notice because I haven’t really followed him much after our initial encounter but Jason is pretty wide. Almost as wide as the hallway. His ass is high, tight, and looked to be constantly bouncing and flexing as he walked. Soon he may have to walk sideways to get down the hallway which would be amazing to see. As we made it closer to his room, all this time that I have been here I must admit I’ve never been in his room but walking into it to help him get dressed the scent of him was very overpowering similar to his physique and I’m ok with that. We arrived in his room and it was similar to mine with furnishings but had the strong smell of musk, cum, and testosterone which instantly gave me a boner. Jason told me where to find the tank top since he would have a difficult time seeing it and maneuvering it with his large and growing pecs. I looked at the time and saw I had a good 20 minutes to go so we had time which I wanted to feel, rub, and worship those massive mounds of muscle but I could probably get off on doing that while helping him with this tank top. The arms were interesting because he had to angle his arms just right so that I could at least start to get it on. That was the easy part, the struggles began immediately after. I had to try and pull down the tank around his lats, walking around from side to side trying to pull down the tank top was a chore but an enjoyable one. Smelling his pits and really touching everything was extremely arousing. Everything was big, dense, and just felt powerful but I had a mission and got him dressed fully with about 5 minutes to spare. Jason’s pecs were bulging over the sides of the tank top with a bit of a nip slip there too. It really made him look even bigger than he was. He knew I had run and thanked me by flicking my little nipple on my chest and said soon you may have pecs like me. I said thanks and started to head back to the private gym. As I was leaving Jason's room what I saw stuck in my head and I heard him say wait until those bastards see me now. Hell I still thinking about how big, sexy, and powerful Jason looked to put extra emphasis on my workout.

That sex scene was insanely hot and well written, so fucking hot

Looks like he left the group. I wouldn't hold out hope since he's now "Guest."

Any updates?

Hot!

CHAPTER III Timmy makes a dinner date to meet with his best friend, Pete, and then bids a goodbye with a kiss each to Biff and his mom, leaving them still engaged in a very active conversation. Pete and Timmy meet at one of these trendy over-priced places that think if they have recorded music in the background, heard over the din of the patrons’ loud talking, then it’s even more trendy. And the louder the music, the louder the people then must talk. Timmy tells Pete that things are going very well with him and Biff and fills him in on the mother’s visit earlier in the day as well. His friend tells him that he is amazed at the relationship that Timmy is now in. He knows that Timmy hadn’t dated a lot, but when he did, they were always good-looking guys with muscle. But now having a lover who is a famous Mr. Olympia? And handsome and a really nice guy to boot, OMG! He’s met Biff several times and is genuinely happy for Timmy for snagging this real catch. Pete is in his mid-thirties, and, unlike Timmy, has always had a never-ending stream of dates. It never ceased to amaze Timmy how he could do that, year after year, never turning any of them into long-term relationships. He did have a couple of boyfriends in the past two decades, but none that really lasted for more than maybe two months. Pete would see an attractive guy in the gym or even on the street and start talking to him. Timmy kidded him that Pete had perfected the ten second pick up at Georgie’s Alibi, a popular South Florida bar. “It’s pretty crowded and noisy in here,” he’d say to a cute total stranger. “Let’s go for a walk and have a little chat.” And then he’d invite the guy for a drink at his place. And voila. Timmy was impressed at his success, even knowing his unique attraction – a combination of a great sense of humor, smart, and with a gym-trained body. He was not a bodybuilder by any means, but his broad shoulders and thick solid arms were definitely a major draw. Anecdotally, it seemed to Timmy, that men remaining single into middle age was much more common in the gay community than the straight. Was it that western culture had over many millennia demanded men to marry and have kids at an early age, and certainly two guys being together as a couple was never approved of, indeed was illegal? Marriage in the US nationally wasn’t legalized until 2015. Sure, it was common for gay men and Lesbians to have long-lasting same-gender relationships for many decades already, but the old traditions have, to a certain extent, been instilled in our heads. Suddenly, Timmy’s thoughts were interrupted by the handsome waiter coming to the table. “Are you ready to order now, gentlemen?” The entrance into his view of the waiter obviously perked up Pete. Timmy saw this and knew right away what would very soon follow. Without a second’s pause, Pete had an immediate question for the waiter. “Would you recommend the steak tartare? And, cutie-pie, can you tell me if the description of it on the menu is as disgusting as it sounds?” With a chuckle, the waiter of course caught on right away that this was flirting, and not a truly serious question. And he wasn’t averse to maybe getting to know Pete as well. With a handsome smile, he played along. “Gym bunny, if you like beef, why not have a burger and fries. It comes with lettuce, tomato, onions, and a ketchup bottle. If not, we have really big frankfurters, served with beans, sauerkraut and a mustard bottle.” The waiter was obviously flirting back with Pete now, especially with the way he said, “really big frankfurters” and the way his eyes were devouring Pete.” Timmy ordered the salmon salad. Pete went for the ‘really big frankfurter’, maybe only so that he could accentuate the description of the order back to the handsome waiter. The friends non-stop chatted for a good hour while having their dinner. When the talk got too serious when they got into politics, with both the “don’t say gay” issues in Florida, as well as some frightening national ones, they made a change in topic. Soon there were lots of laughs again when Pete began describing his recent dating experiences. Then, when Timmy mentioned that they would probably soon be traveling out to LA regarding Biff’s role in a muscle action film, Pete’s jaw lowered noticeably. And when Timmy went into detail about this, his mouth and eyes opened with more amazement. Showing a broad smile, Pete couldn’t hold back commenting, “Are we going to soon be calling you Mrs. Schwarzenegger?” The friends finished dinner with Pete telling Timmy about his recent trip to Spain and Portugal. That, of course led to Pete again describing his dating experiences there, now regarding the Iberian men he met. “Sun-bronzed handsome cuties,” was Pete’s term for them. It was time for dessert, and Pete asked the waiter, whom he was now on a first-name basis with, “I want something sweet tasting and long-lasting, Oliver.” The euphemisms were not lost on the handsome waiter. “Also, cutie-pie, I want to maintain my six pack. My crunches in the gym have made them look like a cobble stone street. You may want to see what I’m talking about, if you know what I mean?” Oliver did, and he also loved that kind of muscle talk. Timmy thought the waiter was ‘a man after my own heart’ as he realized he was obviously a muscle-admirer like himself. Oliver then suggested the fruit cup. “I can make it especially fruity for just you, gym bunny.” The deal had been effectively sealed with the waiter in the first prerequisite ten seconds max after they met, a usual for Pete. Before the friends left the restaurant, Pete discreetly walked up to Oliver, and they exchanged phone numbers. * The next week, Biff and Timmy headed down an elevator to their condo’s garage, got into their convertible, and left for a leisurely drive on this beautiful Sunday. It was their six-month anniversary, and they wanted their time together this day to be special. Biff had called Timmy from work two days earlier to arrange the time and place for the needed reservations. They ended up in Wilton Manors, the “gay mecca” of South Florida. The entire city council of the city is gay with a huge percentage of the population being LGBT. They strolled Wilton Drive before having a late lunch at Rosie’s, a place selected not necessarily for the food, but for the atmosphere. Suddenly, they bumped into an acquaintance of Biff’s. Timmy sees that the guy is cute and slender, and he could tell he was muscle-obsessed as the guy was practically salivating as he looked up at Biff. Timmy also sees that his boyfriend seems a bit nervous, totally out of character for him, and was even reluctant to introduce him to Timmy. But Biff finally tells Timmy that “this here’s Joey,” and nothing more. And when he finally introduces him to Joey and just says, “This is Timmy,” without following it up with ‘my boyfriend’ or ‘my partner,’ this irritated him even more. Joey is fawning over Biff, and Timmy hears him say how it was ‘fate’ that they met again here and that he was on his way to meet a friend at Bona’s across the street. Biff gently nudged Timmy to move on to the restaurant, but not before Joey said to Biff that he hoped that he and Biff would see each other again soon. Timmy looked up at what appeared to be the embarrassed face of Biff and knew something was going on here. Besides what appeared to be Biff’s ‘guilty’ look, Timmy also knew that this Joey fit the profile perfectly for what he knew Biff always went for. That is, thought Timmy, before he and Biff met. They finished their walk to the restaurant without saying anything. As they entered Rosie’s, as expected, the usual happened. Seemingly everyone in the restaurant immediately turned and looked at Biff. Obviously, a handsome bodybuilder like him will always get that reaction. The people staring were usually either lustful, envious, or curious. Or maybe there’s an even bigger shock at seeing Biff’s extreme muscularity. Or, even, perhaps they recognize him as the recent major bodybuilding contest winner. Timmy spotted several obvious muscle-queens, as their eyes showed their huge attraction to him. He couldn’t blame them, as he reacted in a similar way when he first saw Biff! And the new Mr. Olympia was now wearing a tight-fitting tangerine-colored polo shirt, adding to his allure. After being seated, Timmy looked around the restaurant. No surprise at all, but still, it was pretty funny to him that every patron in the restaurant was of the homosexual persuasion. All happily out for their Sunday late lunches, or late brunches if you will. He saw that the older guy at the next table had ordered a perhaps passe quiche with a Bloody Mary. Timmy then looked at the ‘guilty’ Biff. He could never be angry at him, he had thought. But still, this Joey guy really got to him. Something was ‘off’ about the whole thing and Timmy was adopting Biff’s obvious discomfort over the encounter. The usual effervescent bodybuilder hadn’t uttered a word since their ‘fateful’ meeting with Joey. So, as he looked at the menu, Timmy broke the ice. “So, uhh, how do you know this Joey guy from outside just before?” he asked by accentuating and elongating the name ‘Joey’. Then he looked right at the handsome face of his boyfriend for a response. Biff looked at him seriously, and then, after several seconds, answered. “Timmy, that guy is just someone from Musclebeast, the protein powder company I’ve been working for a little. And yeah, he obviously likes me. I mean, Timmy, you should know more than anyone, lots of guys find me hot. Can’t help it, they just do.” Then his face broke into a big white teeth and dimples heart melting smile. Timmy smiled at the cocky funny way Biff explained it all. And at the way his handsome man was smiling at him now. Timmy thought it would be best to put his suspicious thoughts on the back burner for a while. The conversation went very smoothly again, with lots of laughs, and they toasted their six-month anniversary with their mimosas. Timmy told Biff that he had read a couple of times in muscle fiction stories where these fun-loving British bodybuilders were taking off their shirts and posing in supermarkets. “In this one story there was this muscle-guy named Ozzie who did it when he and his soon-to-be boyfriend were in Chicago together. Imagine that! Hey, would you ever do that, Biff?” Biff gave a smirk in response, and then cockily said, “You never know!” * That evening, after the boys had had a very amorous time in bed, Biff jumped into the shower as Timmy went for his comfortable recliner to continue reading his book. But soon after, Timmy heard Biff’s phone ring. Normally, he would have ignored it, but this time he didn’t. Curiosity, maybe more than suspicion, initiated his leaping up from his comfy recliner to take a look at the caller ID. It said ‘Joseph Sperling’ with a 305 area code phone number. And this ‘Joseph’ (is that ‘Joey’?) didn’t leave a message. Why was he calling at 10PM, from his personal phone? And also, why didn’t he leave a message? Timmy then quickly scrolled through Biff’s previous messages. Some were innocuous, but then there was Joseph Sperling calling again, and then again and again at different times over the last several days. Why was this Joseph calling him so many times? And from his personal phone, if they had just a business relationship? He knew that Biff wasn’t that much involved with Musclebeast as he and Biff shared a lot of their daily work experiences with each other. Why wouldn’t Biff have mentioned this Joseph at all? And then seem so nervous and uncomfortable when they bumped into him earlier today?

Couldn't help but bump this story. Hopefully it will continue soon. Will Aiden give his older brother his cock size back? Will Aiden also let his brother gain some muscle as well. Will Aiden be able to make the machine take muscle away from his older brother to satisfy a size difference fetish. It's obvious that Aiden doesn't plan to stop growing any time soon. I think a good amount of us just hope Aiden doesn't become an asshole to his older brother.

Would love to read the other Jeff stories, if anyone can help

After his transformation the night before, Tony decides to explore his new body. But he's in for a some more surprises on his first day of classes. Continuation of a commission I did for @scot158f on Twitter. Syllabus Day Tony rolled around in his bed and grunted as he heard shuffling around in his bedroom. He groaned as he turned to face Andrew’s bed and the rest of the room as his eyes peeled open. “Good morning! Sorry if I woke you,” said Andrew as he pulled a blue t-shirt over his head. Andrew was dressed already as Tony grunted and shifted in his tiny twin bed. “It’s okay. I had to get up soon anyway.” Tony yawned and leaned forward. Still not used to the new weight his body had. Looking at the analogue clock Andrew had on his desk, it was 7:30 am. He still had an hour and a half before his first class. “Well I’ll get out of your hair. I’ve got microbiology in thirty minutes and I want to get there early to talk to my professor about my winter break experiments,” said Andrew as he gathered up his journals, plants, and test tubes. “I have so much to show him. I just hope he has time to see me today.” Andrew stuffed everything he could into his backpack until it was practically bursting. “I’m sure he has time for one of his top students,” said Tony. A smile shining through his groggy expression. Andrew blushed and heaved his backpack onto his back with much labor. “Uh huh, whatever you say. I’ll see you later Tony. Have a fun first day of class.” And with that, Andrew walked out of their dorm room leaving Tony alone. Tony laid back down and kept his eyes open for a moment. He could hear plenty of other doors slamming closed with various other boys on the floor getting up to go to class as well. He stretched his body in his bed, but was quickly reminded how painfully tight his pajamas were. His dick felt like it was being twisted and strangled inside his underwear. Tony looked up at the door and pondered for a second. Andrew wouldn’t be back before he had to go to class. After a quick mental deliberation, Tony shucked the covers off and looked at his bigger body. His belly stuck out from him like a dome and his pecs blocked some of his view of it. Tony had never been a super hairy guy, but he did have little black curls sprouting from his body. They seemed to look even more pronounced against his pale white skin now that their canvas had grown bigger. “I wonder if you’ll get any thicker?” mused Tony as he t one of his curls up in his fingers and tugged at it. Bringing his other hand to his face, Tony felt his uneven beard on his chin. He had always wanted to grow facial hair, but never had any real success with it. For one thing, there was always a big patch of hair that could never grow in on his chin and his beard always looked incomplete. Even his mustache was faint compared to most men’s. It looked like he had a caterpillar on his lips when he grew it out. Tony sighed and looked back down at his stomach only to see a tent rising higher behind it. Tony smirked and used his big hand to grip his cock in its cloth prison. “Fuck I don’t know what gave you this boost, but I love it.” Tony stroked himself up and down as his cock grew in his pajamas. Tony didn’t waste any time in shimmying out of his clothes to reveal his fat cock throbbing in anticipation. Last night when Tony had had his little jerk off session under the cover of darkness, he couldn’t get a good look at just how big his equipment had grown. He had only been a meager 3 inches in the cock department before last night, but now he looked to be almost 7 inches long and as thick as a golf ball. His bulbous head waved at him as it sputted pre onto his large belly. “Fuck, did my balls get that much bigger?” Tony asked himself as he reached down and felt his balls. Looking down, they were the size of chicken eggs in his scrotum. Tony jostled them around for a bit and felt their weight. He was surprised at how much cum he had stored inside considering how much he blew last night. “Do I have time?” Tony turned to the clock again and saw it was only 7:45. He still had plenty of time. Tony wrapped his hands around his cock and started jerking himself off. He fished for his phone on the bedside table and pulled up some of his favorite videos of hunks growing larger. He settled on one of a muscular football player outgrowing his uniform in the locker room. Sitting in his bed, he watched the video of the jock growing bigger. Outgrowing his clothes and padding. Tony stroked his cock slowly as he shivered. A spurt of pre escaping his slit as he moaned. He watched the jock begin to tower over everything in the locker room and Tony could tell his balls were about to reach their full capacity. The video ended as the creator advertised their Patreon and Tony closed his phone. Closing his eyes, he jerked off his cock and tried to hold back his load. While focusing hard on not cumming, he could feel the strain his clothes were putting on him. His pecs were about to explode out of the neck hole and with one wrong flex, his biceps could demolish the sleeve. Even his underwear and shorts that were hanging around his ankles and calves felt like if he extended his legs, he’d rip them in half. In an exhibition of his strength, Tony flexed his pecs and shoved them forward. A tear forming down the middle of the shirt making it a v-neck. He flexed his biceps and his arms bursted out of the fabric now making the v-neck shirt a sleeveless one. Finally, Tony spread his legs open and he split his pajama bottoms into two separate pant legs without even trying. All of this show of strength was more than enough to put Tony over the edge. He started shooting cum like a fountain. Cum hit his clothes, his belly, his sheets, everything. He painted most of his side of the room with it. After what felt like a gallon of cum had been shot out of his dick, Tony basked in the afterglow of his orgasm. He saw his clothes in tatters and chuckled a bit. He grabbed the sides of his shirt and finished the job his pecs had started by ripping his shirt apart straight down the middle. With his clothes just rags of cloth now, Tony grabbed at them and started to clean up his cum splatters he’d made all over himself and the bed. “Good thing Andrew’s plants provide enough of a smell to mask all this cum.” Tony was surprised at just how many spots he hit with his cum. He’d expected his orgasm to be big, but this was on another level. Once he felt like he had adequately cleaned off all the cum, Tony stood up and threw all of the remains of his clothes into the trash can beside his bed. He grabbed his sheets and started to strip the bed. “I’ll throw you in the laundry later.” Tony rose up from the small bed and stretched his big body. Reaching up towards the ceiling, he could see the tops of the plants in the window sill. He must’ve been 5’9 compared to how much his old clothes rode up on him and given his elevated view. Stretching his body down, Tony could finally look over his belly at his feet. He’d gone up at least two shoe sizes. “I’m gonna have to get some new clothes.” He wiggled his toes and even they looked longer than usual. Straightening back up, Tony walked over to his closet. He pulled out a once oversized t-shirt and held it up to his chest. “Maybe this will fit.” Tony threw the shirt over his head and started to squeeze his head through the top hole. He could already tell from his neck alone that the shirt was gonna be a tight fit. Pushing his arms through the holes, his biceps got stuck on the sleeve. He hadn’t even moved his arm and the sleeve felt ready to burst off him. Pulling the shirt down, his pecs bulged forward leaving little material to cover up his gravid belly. Not even his belly button was covered under the t-shirt that once fit him like a dress. Reaching for his chest of drawers, Tony pulled out a pair of underwear and looked down at his dick. He reached down and put each of his legs in the holes. Pulling them up, they started to tighten up on him as they glided across his thunder thighs. Getting up to his nether region, Tony had to reach down and stuff his dick and balls into the underwear. Tony adjusted himself as best he could in the limited space he had until he was satisfied. Letting the underwear go with a loud snap, Tony felt his bulge being strangled. “I just can’t get hard or else I think you might snap all the way off.” Refocusing himself, Tony grabbed a baggy pair of sweatpants and put them on. They fit him pretty well until they got to his fat ass. Tony pulled on his pants and started jumping up into the air. “Damn, Beyoncé wasn’t kidding when she said ‘If you don’t jump to put jeans on, baby you don’t feel my pain.’” griped Tony. Finally, he managed to get the pants over his hump. Tony turned to face the wall mirror all dorm rooms had and his jaw dropped open. He looked obscene. His shirt looked like it belonged to a child the way it fit him. His hairy belly was on full display for everyone to see and if he even slightly moved his arms, it threatened the sleeves bursting off him. His bottom half didn’t look much better. His thick legs looked stuffed into the sweat pants like meaty sausages. His entire ankle and some of his shin was fully exposed from how long his legs had gotten. Every curve and bulge could be clearly seen from the front, back, and side. Including his biggest bulge that stuck a few inches out from the rest of his body. “I can’t go out like this. Not on the first day at least.” Tony rifled through his closet again for anything bigger that he could fit into, but to no avail. None of his old clothes would fit his new and improved body. “Nothing. Maybe I can get something at the campus store? But I still would need something to leave the dorm in.” Tony pondered for a second as his eyes wandered to the other side of the room. Andrew wasn’t nearly as stocky as Tony was now, but he was tall. He had to have at least one thing that could fit him. At least in the shirt and pants department. After giving the door a quick glance, Tony walked over to Andrew’s side of the room and looked through his closet for the most basic thing he could find that Andrew wouldn’t notice was gone before Tony could return it. “I’ll throw whatever I use into the washer with the sheets.” Tony’s eyes locked onto a plain black t-shirt hanging in the back of the closet and fished it out. In an attempt to take off the t-shirt he currently had on, Tony tried to lift the shirt up and off him, but only managed to tear the poor shirt in half. “I’ll definitely need to get a new wardrobe this semester if I keep this trajectory.” Tony threw the pieces of fabric into the trash with his ruined pajamas and started to put on Andrew’s shirt. Pulling it over his body, it was a much better fit than anything Tony had in his closet. He still felt his belly and pecs fighting the tightness of the fabric, but it would have to do. Looking at his selection of pants, Tony grabbed for a pair of sweatpants as he wiggled his way out of his. Kicking them up onto the bed, Tony started to put on the new pair. This time with much less difficulty getting them up past his dump truck ass. They were actually a little loose on him and hung down past his ankles. Even his bulge looked normal in them. “I’ll have to ask Andrew what size he wears.” Tony gave himself a quick once over in the mirror and he looked as good as he was gonna get on short notice. Tony started gathering up his school supplies and heard a sudden crash of thunder. Tony peered out of his dorm room window to see a cloudy sky coming towards him. Little drops of rain started to hit the window as he gathered his things. Looking over at the clock, Tony’s eyes widened when he saw it read 8:45 “Shit, I may have gotten a little carried away.” Grabbing for some socks, those still fit him well, but he had another dilemma, his shoes. His feet were going to be a problem. They had gotten longer and wider with his growth spurt. Looking around Andrew’s stuff, Tony saw a pair of sneakers. Grabbing at them and looking at the tag, Tony’s eyes went wide. “Andrew has smaller feet than I do. Even before they got bigger.” Tony bit his lips as he racked his brain. Deciding to bite the bullet, Tony grabbed a pair of old, worn out tennis shoes he had. Sticking his feet in them, they were definitely tight, but given they were old, they had enough give to at least fit Tony’s feet inside. “This will have to do.” Tony grabbed his backpack and was out the door. Hurrying his way down the stairs, Tony could feel his walk was now more of a waddle thanks to his thick legs. When he reached the bottom of the stairs, his stomach let out a loud grumble. “This body needs fuel. I should have time for a quick breakfast.” Walking through the dorm, Tony made his way to the cafeteria and saw a big buffet of food out. The delicious scents of bacon and pancakes filled his nose and his stomach growled again, louder this time. “I’ll make time for you stomach. Hold on.” Tony rushed to the buffet line and loaded up a big plate of food. He licked his lips as he piled massive stacks of food onto his plate. Tony swiped his campus ID at the cash register, sat down at the nearest table, and immediately dug into his feast. He shoveled food into his mouth like a trash compactor and didn’t stop to take a breath until his plate was empty. “Wow, I was hungrier than I realized.” Tony got up and put his plate near the dishwasher and hastily left the building. “Shit…rain.” Tony exited his dorm to the thunderstorm outside. He held his hands over his head to cover himself as best he could, but there was a torrential downpour of rain. Tony walked through puddles on the street and tried to look at the map on his phone to find the kinesiology building. While looking at his phone, Tony noticed the time, 8:55. “Dammit, hopefully other people got lost in this rain too so I’m not the only one that’s late,” said Tony as he started running through the water. His new and improved body jiggling up and down as he did. “This extra heft isn’t helpful in a rushed situation.” Tony grabbed at his stomach and attempted to keep it from bouncing so heavily up and down as he ran, but with the rain getting everything wet, his body just felt heavier and heavier by the second. Finally getting to the building, Tony hustled inside and saw other students filing into the classroom. Shaking his head like a dog, water flew off of Tony’s body. Getting a look at himself, Tony’s eyes widened. The rain had made his outfit into a wet t-shirt contest. Every passing observer could see every bulge, every curve, every inch of Tony’s bigger body. Some students kept their eyes on Tony for a little too long. Eyeing his engorged nipples in his shirt. Shrugging off the looks, Tony walked into the large auditorium hall and saw most of the seats had been taken already. His eyes scanned across the room for any open seat, but there were only a few seats left. Trying to be as inconspicuous as possible, Tony stood in the doorway for a moment finding the best seat for his big body to squeeze into. “Excuse me, young man?” came a voice from the front. Tony turned his head and saw a man that appeared to be in his late 50’s or early 60’s talking to him. “There are plenty of seats here in the front row for you.” Tony froze like a deer in headlights as more heads turned to face him. “Um, sure. I guess I can sit up front today,” said Tony unenthused. “Good, good. Now come, we have to get this class started.” Tony followed the professor down the steps to the front row and sat down in one of the chairs in the front. Luckily for Tony, there were very few people in the front row so he was able to find a seat that he could stretch out his big body. “Good morning everyone! I hope the rain wasn’t too much of a hindrance on all of you this morning. My name is Professor Bigby and welcome to introduction to anatomy and physiology,” said the professor. Tony leaned back in his seat as the professor continued to talk about the class. “Today will be an easy day for you all. I’m not gonna be mean like some professors and assign a ton of homework on the first day. We will just go over the syllabus, some expectations for the class, and I have this worksheet for you all to do before you leave just so I can get a good basis for how much knowledge you all have for the course already.” Tony listened to the professor talk, but he felt a weird sensation building in his stomach. “I’d also like to introduce to you all my TA for the semester, Mr. Washington.” Professor Bigby extended his arm towards a young man standing up against the wall on the other side of the room. “If you have questions about your grade or need some help with your assignments, he will be your first point of contact before contacting me. We both will have office hours, but I’ll get to that in the syllabus.” “Hi everyone. My name is Trent Washington, but you can just call me Trent. I promise I’m not the harshest grader in the world despite what your grades might reflect,” said the young man. “I have your syllabi right here, but it will also be on our website if you lose this one.” Tony admired the handsome TA as he walked around the aisles passing out the syllabus. He was definitely cute. Couldn’t be older than 25 with a sharp jawline. “As Trent passes the rest of those out, I’ll start going over some things with you. My expectations of this class for you all is that you will be here on time and ready to learn. A majority of my teaching style relies on your participation in class and that is what one of your grades will be. Now getting into the units. The first unit we will cover will be the musculature of the body and how it interacts with the rest of the body. Then we will cover the skeletal structure attached to the muscles and get into each specific bone. The next unit we cover will delve into the organs of the body and their processes…” Professor Bigby’s voice drowned out in Tony’s head as he ogled the TA. I’d love to get to know his anatomy, thought Tony as he gazed at Trent’s chest. In the button up shirt he was wearing, Trent’s pecs stretched the buttons of it to a shocking degree. If he breathed in too heavily, the poor button might pop off. Tony felt that same warm feeling in his stomach bubbling up as Trent handed him a syllabus. Up close, he looked even more dreamy. “Here is the syllabus and here’s the worksheet you’ll turn in at the end of class, big guy,” said Trent as he locked eyes with Tony. His big brown eyes dazzled Tony as a lightning strike lit up the room. “Thanks,” said Tony in a fluster. He felt his stomach bubble again and he groaned a bit as Trent walked away. “Maybe I shouldn’t have eaten breakfast so quickly.” Tony grunted and rubbed his belly. Something was happening in his body again. Tony failed to notice that he was no longer dripping wet with water. His body was slowly absorbing the water on his body and getting it ready for another growth spurt. It started first with Tony’s belly. It seemed to bulge out in front of him little by little until it peaked out from below Andrew’s shirt. “Again? Really? Here?!?” whispered Tony to himself as he looked down to see his body expanding again. He saw his belly was bulging out in front of him. He was really regretting sitting in the front row now. The next part to transform was his pecs. The poor t-shirt stretched out as his pecs swelled bigger. His nipples became even more pronounced in the shirt than they already were. As much as Tony was loving the size he was gaining, he wished he could shrink away and not have it happen in front of an entire class of students, his professor, and the hunky TA. The next things to grow were Tony’s legs. Tony had been happy that Andrew’s pants were long enough for him, but that was quickly becoming untrue. His legs extended further down into the ground and the pants rode up to his ankles quickly. Within the pants, Tony’s thighs were thickening to look like the sweats were painted on him. Tony then felt a pull at his side as his ass began to grow. His hips widened and his ass plumped up bigger in the seat. On each side of Tony, he could feel his ass wedging itself into the small auditorium seat meant for a much skinnier student. Tony worried that if he stood up, he might take the seat with him. Feeling his pants tighten again, Tony reflexively put his backpack in his lap suddenly. His cock was throbbing out of his too tight underwear. The one thing he hadn’t replaced. His balls once again filled out the front pouch to the point the underwear was bending forward to keep up with their size. Tony shuddered when a snap rang through the room. The waistband of his underwear had given out and his cock and balls were free to grow. “So much for not getting hard in these.” “Psst, hey buddy,” came a voice from behind Tony, “can you maybe lean over? Or sit in the back next time? We all can’t see behind you.” Tony turned around and saw his head was higher than other students’ in the row above him. He’d been growing taller this whole time too. “Uh yeah. Sure man. I just was late so this won’t be a PROOOblem again.” Tony bit his tongue when he felt his feet in his shoes extend. Tony winced as his old pair of shoes ripped a bit and he was given some relief. But it wasn’t enough as his feet grew bigger and looked stuffed in the shoes like a Thanksgiving turkey. “Now it’s time for the worksheet class. Once you finish the worksheet and turn it in to Trent, you are free to go,” said Professor Bigby. Tony tried to focus back in on the class, but he was still growing. Looking at the worksheet, all Tony had to do was identify muscle groups in the body. Okay, I can do this. Finish this and then I can find out what’s going on, thought Tony. Okay, number one. Those are the pectorals. As Tony wrote the answer, he could feel them swelling again. Next, biceps. Tony’s sleeves tightened around them. Abdominals, Tony’s stomach blocked up and inflated bigger again. Abs are overrated anyways. Next, trapezius. Tony’s head got smashed between his growing traps. Deltoids, Tony’s shoulder’s hardened and his form widened to form tears in his shirt. Latissimus Dorsi, Tony felt his wings grow into the armrests next to him and spill over into the seats beside him. Good thing no one else sat in the front row. Next, Quadriceps and Gluteus Maximus, tiny rips began forming in Tony’s pants as his legs swelled like balloons. Other students started walking their worksheets up to the front and put them on the professor’s podium. As they turned to leave the class, all of them gazed at Tony’s now hulking form. He looked like he was sitting in a small chair meant for a kindergartener. Gotta finish and quick. Last ones. It’s the calf muscle, but I don’t know what it’s really called. Tony racked his brain as his shins and calves poked out from the bottom of his pants. Fuck it, I’ve gotta get out of here. Tony tried to get up, but his fat ass made it difficult. With a bit of work, Tony managed to pop his big body out of the seat and hastily threw down his assignment on the podium and ran out of the room. He could feel the new weight on his body again as he lumbered up the stairs to the door. He put his hands in front of his cock and balls as they bounced freely. Bursting out of the door, Tony ran straight to the bathroom. Looking in the mirror, he saw his face for the first time since this morning. He’d almost grown a full beard and mustache since he’d jerked off. Looking down at the rest of his body, he noticed the hair on his body had grown longer again. And was looking much thicker than before. Reaching up and cradling his head, Tony grabbed at his hair, but didn’t feel any resistance. He brought his hands back down and smoke of his black hair fell away into the sink. “What the fuck is happening to me!?!”

This is so good and so funny! Love it. Poor Mr Skreet. He’s so lonely for muscle now

Personally I am not really into macro, but the first few chapters were so nice. I had to revisit it! Who doesn't like a caring growing man innit.

Hey all! This is a muscle growth about a goblin… there isn't much sex in this, but wanted to share it either way. Hope you enjoy Ethan couldn't help himself. He needed to feed himself more and more of the gourmet food before him, forcing mouthfuls after mouthfuls of the collection of meats, dairy, fish, and nuts. He needed more and more. When Ethan's thin and flat belly couldn't cope with any more food being forced inside, it did the only thing it could do… and expanded slowly outwards; if only Ethan's body would have let it grow even more. It wanted, so badly, to fill the bony goblin with the rich juices he was enhancing his body with, but it just couldn't. Apart from Ethan wanting to throw up, a part of him that was winning wished to devour the food until the end. Someone placed a thick white liquid into Ethan's hands, and the goblin swung it back as if he hadn't eaten for millennia. It didn't take long for him to let out a burp and dive back into the feast before him. This belly gurgled, then settled down as he fed himself on more protein-rich foods. His short body is visually shifting and changing. Ethan's belly didn't quiet down and continued to dome within his shirt, but what now wasn't contained within the goblin's stomach was adding mass elsewhere on the tiny creature. Where bones once were visible began thickening with a layer of mass, notably muscle. Where he was just sap green skin and bones, filled slightly with a definition, he started looking more fit than thin. Ethan greedily took his fill, picking up whole chickens, stripping their meat, and throwing the bones onto the floor, eager to grab the next calorie-rich food. Ethan stepped back from the table while eating his next portion of food. Servers took the opportunity to clear some empty plates and place some new ones, all food rich with nutrients to feed the goblin's growing appetite and his body. Noticing glasses of the white liquid from before, he jumped at the chance to drink more. Ethan grabbed a couple of glasses and emptied them into his maw, the liquid doing wonders instantly. His tights visually flexed and bulged out within his elephant grey joggers, making the goblin look more like an athlete now, his pecs filling his shirt nicely as his belly grumbled, demanding more from the amount of fuel the little one needed. The scientists wrote notes, even if it was only about some chaos. At least one of them would have noticed Ethan's privates had grown bigger - If ever so slightly. This was only the beginning of the transformation. And the beginning it indeed was. Ethan had to grab more and more food in an attempt to fill his appetite. The goblin's arms quickly doubled, with hulking pecs to match. Ethan was starting to look like a short bodybuilder who had been at the gym for years. His joggers began straining under the stress of how much the goblin's legs were inflating, how much muscle was being packed onto his thighs. His cock and balls did not help the situation as they also bloated, churned, and demanded more protein themselves. God, they looked like tennis balls. They were thickening in front of him. Ethan's shirt was being heavily affected at this point. Where biceps and triceps weren't stretching it, if it was being pulled apart by a broadening back and barreling chest. He moaned while shoving more food into his gob, moving a hand down to grope his inflated balls and cock, fondling the heft. Ethan observed the buffet before him, moving his head slightly, his long, pointed ears following suit. He must've been around 4 feet, yet he looked packed with muscle - considerably wider than the average man. His clothes strained to keep his twitching muscles at bay. It wasn't over. Ethan swallowed his mouthful and dived in again. Servers changed more plates so the goblin wouldn't run out of food. More and more food was consumed so the goblin would grow bigger and thicker. A couple of seconds later, Ethan let out a soft moan as his back visually expanded, and a loud *snap* was heard as Ethan finally became wide enough to break out of his shirt, tearing the seams underneath his arms as his back exploded with juicy, sexy muscle—the straps of fabric fell beside the man. Thick pecs flopped down from the bondage, keeping them close to the goblin. Ethan grabbed his chest with his hand, feeling how hefty the muscle was, how unbelievably thick it had become on his frame…, and how his thick nipple had expanded, all while the body surged with the size. He carefully rubbed over the meaty muscle that defined his hairless chest. Yet Ethan wanted more, needed more! At this point, the servers brought a cooked cow out and placed it on the table. Ethan licked his lips as he jumped at it, dragging the carcass across the table with his boulder-like shoulders, then diving his hands into the flesh and shoving it into his maw. His neck bulged as he barely swallowed in between clumps of meat. As more and more protein went into the goblin, his whole body expanded, and his balls filled up even more space, putting more stress onto his pants and, now, underwear. It was all too clear how 'blessed' the goblin had become down there as seed continued to be churned beside his enlarged thighs. Now bulkier than any human bodybuilder has ever achieved, he had so effortlessly ripped through his joggers like paper, that Ethan hadn't even noticed what had happened, far too distracted with shovelling food into his growing body. Ethan's glutes hardened and expanded within his underwear, his cock, and balls so vast and low that the overstretched boxers looked more like briefs - dropping halfway down his thighs. The goblin grabbed his balls again - feeling the incredible heft in between his legs. Even a single ball wasn't able to be picked around properly. His massive cock reacted with a throb and some pre. Ethan gave a seductive moan. Another surge of muscle packed onto the goblin, rounding Ethan’s shoulders and expanding them on both sides of his head. Even they were thicker than his original torso. Ethan wiped his mouth, squeezing his bicep as much as he could and noting how massive it was on his arm. He quickly flexed it, noting how it was now more extensive than his head. His body was so thick it would make any bodybuilder envious. He laughed slightly. All of this brawn was on a ‘puny’ goblin. A creature that should be controlled… He didn't feel like a goblin anymore, god; he barely felt like a hobgoblin but more like a squashed-down orc. He grinned at the food and drink before him, and rubbed his brick-like abs, licking his lips. The more he ate, the thicker he grew. Yes He'll become a chieftain and then grow goblins in the hulking male he has become. Make the orcs work, similar to how they have forced goblins to become enslaved people under the promise of gold and sparkly trinkets. Ethan stepped towards the table again, his tree-like legs rubbing against each other as his bubble butt moved and swayed to keep the short guy up. He picked up a drink in one hand and a cow leg in the other, consuming more fuel. Ethan's balls instantly thickened with more seed as they churned violently. Becoming cannonballs and finally destroying his underwear, a cock flung up and hit him in the chest, the stiff wood wanting some attention in a frenzy and spilling pre over his smooth chest. The goblin did his best to ignore it, gouging on more food, his body rewarding him with even more muscle packed onto his four-foot frame. Ethan's pecs and arms hastily thickened, now restricting a little movement, nothing his widening back helped immobilize him as it pushed his triceps away. Ethan adjusted his legs as they increased in thickness, pushing his gigantic balls forward and forcing the goblin to alter his stance. He would find walking with this amount of mass harder than normal. His step waddling. He noted how his muscles shifted when he lifted his leg as he stretched his thighs. Ethan did some stretches and tested his range of movement. The goblin had grown so thick and meaty, so sexy that he couldn't help but admire himself. Goodness, he was thicker than he was tall at this point. He brought his arms in front of himself and felt his pecs force themselves into his jaw. He was generally just massive—a mountain of green flesh that allowed his muscles to ripple. Ethan did a few poses, feeling his newfound strength until his stomach growled again. So, whatever those scientists did, whatever he had been given something, or if something was in the food to make him grow. He looked around to see a way out and noticed the mirrors along one of the walls and his appearance; there were no set doors for him to walk out of. So, how did the servers get in and out of here? He shrugged and changed for the mirrors, letting his muscular shoulder take the brunt of the damage. As expected, they broke, letting him fall into a separate compartment. Before he could recover from what had happened, he felt a soft prick on his back and then fainted. Ethan awoke in the dark. He had no idea where he was or what was happening. He groaned and lifted himself with incredible difficulty. Everything felt heavy and stiff. He thought about the dream he must have had, the bizarreness of it all. How could that have been real? He finally got himself off the floor and scrambled towards a wall, fiddling until he could find a light switch. Why did he find it so hard to move around? He was shifting with an exercise ball strapped underneath his legs. He turned it on and yawned, stretching his arms up. Observing his surroundings, he was baffled about why he was in his lounge. Why was he on his floor in the lounge? Shrugging it off, he went to talk through the doorway, only to be stopped by a set of hulking shoulders. He looked down in alarm only to be greeted with a set of pecs. Oh? So it wasn't a dream after all. Ethan squeezed himself through a doorway and rushed to his full-length mirror (which was no way he would have been able to have fully viewed himself) to get a better look at his body with a light chuckle.

Man...it's been so long since I wrote this story. It was the first story with macro/muscular growth that I wrote. It’s incredible to know that even though it’s unfinished it still attracts readers.

Quick update, next chapter should be posted within a few short days. The author has been very busy with work. Of course, he's like to get this out as soon as he can!