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Grade A+ on the second part mate! A story inside of the story. That was a great surprise @muscleaddict Part 3 is shaping to be another interesting chapter. Which way are you going to go? Another chapter on Cody’s?? Is a short assed insanely muscular half brother is going to find out about the story? Ah, the possibilities are endless mate.

Hmmm, who could that be? But really, I am liking this story more and more. Zack is self-confidence in person! He doesn´t seem to mind the eye-rolls and scared gasps. Instead, he revels in the "Wow"´s and overwhelmed stares. Maybe one certain professor even gets to feel these huge arms after class. Either way, I´m excited for more. Also: please take the first option!

This is so good! As DuskIce86 posts, are we going to be treated to cocky handsome muscular Cody getting it on with Zack? And during detention, will Cody be treating Mr. Skreet to some private posing? With what exactly ensuing? MA, this is high-end muscle-porn personified! And Archie has a lucrative future as publisher and CEO of the Brighton Fuck-Stories Company of the UK!

Here's part two of "The Arrival"... ArchieLovesMuscle Posted November 28 Hey guys. Here is the next chapter of the story. There's going to be three in total. Thank you again for the awesome comments on the first one. I never expected that many people to even read it, let alone comment on it! Chapter Two The whole of classroom 23B falls silent when I walk through the door. “What the -” a male classmate cries as I strut to an empty desk at the back of the class. “You are fucking jacked!” he cries out. Yeah - well spotted! I don’t respond. I’m not here to make enemies. But I’m not here to make friends either. I know the type of guys who normally want to be my friend. Wannabes. Chancers. The loud-mouthed jocks. Gymgoers who secretly want to be jacked but don’t want to put in the work. Or are too afraid to do what’s needed. I’m not really interested in any of that. Gawp at me from across the classroom. Jack off to my pictures on Instagram (and trust me - they do.) But don’t expect us to be friends. “Damn, dude! I’ll have whatever juice you’re on!” Wannabe? Check. Chancer? Check. Loud-mouthed jock? Big fat check. The whole desk creeks as I squeeze my abnormally developed glutes into the chair. I guess school desks aren't designed to fit two hundred and fifty pounds national teen bodybuilding champions. I glance across the classroom to find some preppy-looking girl giving me the stink-eye without any kind of subtlety. I blow another pink bubble of my gum to hide my smirk. “Morning! Morning!” some guy in a checked shirt and brown trousers says as he walks into the classroom and closes the door, without looking up at the class. He seems scatty and awkward. So I guess this is Mr Skreet. My homeroom teacher. “Okay we have a NEW student starting today” he says looking over some papers and adjusting his glasses. My desk creeks again as I reach into my backpack on the floor to dig out my shaker filled with a protein shake. “Cody Miller,” I hear Mr Skreet say. “Do we have a Cody Miller?” I sit up straight again, now with my shaker in my hand to find the whole class looking at me. Meh. Nothing new there. But then I spot Mr Skreet’s expression. Oh, man. What a picture! His mouth is hung open. His cheeks have gone bright red. He seems completely and utterly dumbfounded. I pop open the cap on my shaker and start gobbling down my protein shake. Mr Skreet clears his throat. “Right … well … welcome, erm, Cody.” I’ve clearly reduced this nerdy-looking thirty-something high school teacher to a quivering wreck. “Sir?” the loud-mouthed jock shouts out. "Yes, Zack?” Zack, aka, the loud-mouthed jock, twists his head around to look at me. His lips are curled into a slight smirk. “Aren’t you going to make Cody stand up and talk about himself like you did when Vickrum transferred last month?” Mr Skreet’s suddenly looks nervous. He adjusts his glasses again. “Oh right,” he mumbles. “Umm. Yes. Yes, of course,” he says, not making eye contact with me. “Umm. Cody,” he says, his voice wobbling. “If you’d like to …” Before this bumbling bag of nerves finishes his sentence, I’m squeezing out of my tiny chair and making my way to the front of the class and towards Mr Skreet and his desk. Judging from his terrified face and the fact his mouth is hanging open again, I’m not sure Mr Skreet intended me to do this. I was probably just supposed to stand up where I was seated, introduce myself then sit back when I was done. This way seems way more fun though. My new homeroom teacher practically falls over to make way for me at the front of the class. I lock eyes with me, daring him to hold my gaze. “I’m not contagious, Sir,” I joke. A titter of laughs spread across the classroom. Mr Skreet goes red and adjusts his glasses again, looking to the floor. Jesus. I’ve never met a teacher who was THIS nervous around me before. I guess I’m supposed to talk now. I place my hands on my hips, my wide lats flaring out and address the class of regular-sized seniors. “I'm Cody Miller. I just transferred here from Westview.” I turn to see Mr Skreet staring right at my mammoth pecs. I give them a quick bounce before carrying on. “I’m a three-time NPC Teen National bodybuilding champion. Which means I’m the biggest and best bodybuilding teen in the country.” Mr Skreet clears his throat. “Yes. Well, excellent. Thank you, Cody.” He still can’t look me in the eye. “How did you get so BIG?” some guy in a Slipknot hoodie calls out. “Erm …” Mr Skreet mumbles nervously. “Hard work. Dedication. Consistency. And a SHIT ton of food.” Another titter of nervous laughter. “What about steroids?” someone spits. It’s the preppy girl who gave me the stink-eye earlier. She’s folding her arms and looking at me with a pointed expression. “Okay, I don’t think that’s -” “I’m all natural, baby!” I joke cutting Mr Skreet off, folding my arms and smirking at my new sparring partner. She lets out an unimpressed, “Pfft!” “At least that’s what I tell my mom.” Another titter of laughter. This time not so nervous. “How big are your biceps?” Zack shouts out to more laughter. “Okay, Zack-” “Twenty whole inches each.” “Flex ‘em for us!” the Slipknot hoodie guy calls out. Zach says yeah in agreement and some of the other jocks he’s sitting with look excited. Mr Skreet doesn’t have anything to say about that. I’m pretty sure that’s because he’s speechless. We finally make eye contact. He still looks terrified. But there’s something else there too. And I know at that moment that my nerdy looking bag of nerves homeroom teacher WANTS me to flex my biceps. He WANTS to see my twenty-inch National Championship-winning guns blown up and flexed in all their glory. And who am I to deny my audience? In one swift motion, I bring both arms up and flex into a front double biceps pose. There’s a loud gasp. Someone shouts, “WOAH!” And I hear a, “What the fuck?” from the back of the class. I twist my head from side to side. Admiring the tanned softballs of rock-hard, vein-decorated biceps peaks exploding before my eyes. Magnificent. Worthy of a spot in any freak show. Like something from another world. Do my classmates realise how lucky they are to be witnessing this first-hand? Do they know how many muscle enthusiasts would kill to be in a room with muscle teen sensation Cody Miller watching him flex his famous biceps? I catch the eye of Mr Skreet. He’s white as a sheet. His eyes are transfixed on my fully flexed guns. What is going through the mind of my new homeroom teacher? Is he freaked out? Is he turned on? Is he just plain terrified? Or is it a mixture of all three? I unflex my biceps and take in the atmosphere of the room. A mixture of amazement, awe and horror sits on the faces of my classmates. “Hit some more poses,” Zach calls. I bark out a laugh in response. Maybe this guy isn’t so bad after all. “Yeah, dude. Flex for us some more!” one of his jock mates calls. “Please DON’T!” the preppy stink-eye girl says. A comment which just makes me want to do what I’m about to do even more. I hear gasps and cheers and whoops as I whip off my vest and throw it on the floor. “Sir - can we stop this, now?” “M - m - maybe we …” I ignore Mr Skreet and crank out a brutal most muscular with my fists together. “UGGHH!!” I grunt loudly as my freaky mass flexes and balloons for my audience. The gasps and encouragement ring in my ear as I grab the waistband of my tight red gym shorts and whip them down to reveal a pair of blindingly shiny bright purple posing trunks underneath. “This is GROSS!” the preppy girl shouts. But I ignore her as I treat my audience to a quad wobble before BAM - my quads flex and explode with freakish detail. The show goes on. There’s no stopping me now. I flex my guns. I bounce my pecs. I hit a side chest. A side triceps pose. All the mandatory poses. Each one with a deep grunt or grizzly growl. I spin around and hear gasps as my lats flare out to reveal my extraordinarily wide back. I tuck the back of my shiny trunks into the crack of my ass, showing off my obscenely developed glutes. No one in this room has ever seen an ass like THIS before. I can guarantee you that. The gasps. The cheers. The cries of, “What the fuck?" and, “This is crazy!” It all just spurs me on to flex harder. To grunt louder. To unleash the unrestrained animal that lives within me who explodes out every time I flex my God-like muscle mass. “ARRGHH!!” “GRRAARR!!” “ROAARRR!!” I’m flexing. I’m growling. I’m roaring. I AM A FUCKING MUSCLE GOD. “What on EARTH is going on here?” I turn to see an angry and shocked-looking woman in the doorway of the classroom. The preppy girl is next to her with her arms folded, giving me a smug, self-satisfied smirk. “Oh shit! Mr Skreet’s got a boner!” Zack calls, to a rapture of shocked laughter. “Zachary White! That’s quite enough!” the woman calls out. I look over at a red-faced Mr Skreet. And then down. And sure enough, his pants are bulging. Like, seriously bulging! Has anyone noticed that I’m hard too? Not that anyone would call that out. They wouldn’t fucking dare. “And YOU - young man. Who are you? Where are your clothes?” She’s so vexed. I have to stop myself from laughing in her face. “This is the new guy, Miss. Campbell!” someone calls. “Cody Miller,” I say, casually. “Three-time NPC Teen National bodybuilding champion.” For a moment she’s speechless. Her eyes go down. Her angry facade drops. She looks kind of - scared? “Yes … well … PLEASE put some clothes on, Mr Miller.” She clears her throat and seems to regain her composure as I put my shorts and vest back on. “And then you can make your way to the Principal's office,” she says, sternly. A comical, “Ooooh!” erupts from my classmates. I guess that means I’m in trouble then. “And Mr Skreet. A word. Outside please!” I pick up my backpack and head out of the room. Still on the high and adrenaline of giving my classmates a spontaneous posing session. So I haven’t even made it to my first period and I’m already being carted off to see the principal? This has got to be a new record. *** DuskIce86 Posted November 28 Oh my god. No idea if I can say that much off the top of my head but I really like this story. Here are some random plot twists you could introduce, @ArchieLovesMuscle (these are meant as jokes. Well - sort of! 1) Mr Skreet gives Cody Saturday detention for showing off his strength to Zack and the jocks by bending the legs of Mr Skreet’s chair. During the detention, Cody treats Mr Skreet to some private posing! 2) Zack and Cody become friends but Zack falls in love with our boy Cody. Confused about his own feelings, Cody starts to question his sexuality. 3) Cody walks into the principal’s office to discover he’s also a bodybuilder and much bigger and cockier than Cody! ArchieLovesMuscle Posted November 28 Haha!! I’m loving those suggested plot twists @DuskIce86. Particularly no.3!! Hylomar Posted November 29 Let’s send Cody over to Scotland to visit Montgomery University and get him to try some Marmite! And a deep fried Mars bar. musclejunkie86 Posted November 29 Flippin' hell.......Lovin' this....I second the idea of the principal being a bigger bodybuilder than Cody….make him a short-arsed daddy with some specs and mucky posers…..GRRRRRRR!! ArchieLovesMuscle Posted November 29 Mucky tan stained trunks and short-arsed daddies? Damn! Now you’re talking my language @musclejunkie86 Bglftr Posted November 29 Man, there’s so much good stuff here. Cody freaking all of his classmates out Cody revelling in showing off Cody bouncing his pecs for Mr Skreet The effect he’s having on poor nervous Mr Skreet. Come on! Who WOULDN’T have a boner like Mr Skreet? MickLakeMedia Posted November 30 This is a really fun story. How do I get a job at Charles Lincoln High? BeefyGods Posted November 30 Lovely work, ALM. I felt inspired by this great piece of muscle thicction and decided to illustrate our bodybuilding teen champ, Cody. I know there are some other great artists here who have created some wonderful illustrations for stories and wanted to follow suit. I hope you like it, Archie. ArchieLovesMuscle Posted November 30 OMG!! @BeefyGods - thank you so much for this amazing illustration! You captured Cody's cockiness just right. I actually follow you on Instagram and I’m a huge fan of your work so I’m really flattered and honoured that you chose to do this.

Thanks, dredlifter, I will! Chapter III should arrive this weekend.

Thanks all for the great feedback so far! Just wanted to address some things raised all in one go: I’m not planning to include snuff, not my speed, sorry! If you want a deeper meaning for this, I guess you could talk about ideation and blaming other people for circumstances beyond their control and how we treat them for it… But mostly I just wanted to write some asshole getting their comeuppance. I don't have a problem with dubious consent in fiction necessarily, but in this story it doesn't make sense. It would vindicate Harris, prove that he was right about Rhys all along. I don't want that.

I wonder if Harris will accidentally find a cure. Probably not until Rhys has completely and totally drained and broken his will. I could see Rhys shrinking back to a more than manageable size if not back to his old self and Harris still being his bitch (he'd end up that broken). I could see Rhys making Harris teach him how to build muscle and eat right while Harris is not allowed to continue to maintain his own body. The roles reverse again.

I expected the growth, but I really didn't expect it to hit so soon. I was kind of expecting a longer transition, but man was this good. I can't wait to see just how big he gets. To be quite frank I'm not usually one for humiliation, though in this case you made Harris detestable enough that it felt more like revenge than humiliation. He played a stupid game and won a stupid prize. Honestly, what was he expecting to happen when you steal medication from someone built like a truck and 7 feet tall? We also get a titillating glance into Rhys' past that I am sure will come up in the next chapter. The Introspection is coming back with a vengeance (mad respect for that), and it once again shows a care for characterization that speaks to the depth of your characters and the skill of your writing. I noticed it before in Being Better, but it looks like we're going to get another little bit of the difficulty of living at the size of a giant. I also deeply appreciate the consent in this. I know it's not really a Thing to look for here (and this isn't a slam), but I had a moment of clarity when I read this. My mind went from "Oh yeah here we go!" to "Oh… oh yeah that's actually really decent of Rhys." The care for consent just makes him that much hotter to me. Once again, another banger of a chapter. I am eagerly awaiting the next addition.

Part 2 “Oh I think I know exactly what I’ve done!” Harris crowed, looking at the doubled over giant with glee. “You think I wouldn’t notice? The way you flaunt your size at me at every opportunity. As if it was yours to begin with. As if you deserved it! Let's see how you like it being knocked down a peg or two.” Harris walked over to his bed, grabbing his phone before pointing it at Rhys whilst he was still doubled over with pain. He was shocked, then, by the speed at which a thick limb reached out and knocked it from his hands, smashing it to pieces on the opposite wall. “Hey! You’ll pay for that-” he managed to say before the other arm reached out and grabbed him, pulling him close to the giant man. Rhys face was inches above his own, teeth clenched and breathing laboured. His scent seemed denser than normal. “You think this is easy?” he said, his tone icy and livid. “Are you fucking kidding?” Harris spat back, his indignation overcoming the undeniable knot of fear in his stomach. Unless those pills wore off soon, he was still in a lot of trouble. “Everything you get is handed to you on a plate! You didn’t earn it!” “I didn’t fucking ask for it, fucking moron. Did I ask to be carted around in a truck like livestock? To not be able to ride a bike with my friends because there was none that could support me? To be carted around in a van like livestock? To be constantly scared of breaking everything I so much as grazed? Because I went through all that before my 10th birthday.” Harris scoffed. “Fuck you, man, check your fucking ego, you’re not that big. “You think this is big?” That last word was punctuated with a deep bassy resonance. He didn’t shout; it was like someone had suddenly leant on his volume control and the room shook from the force of Rhys’ voice alone. When he spoke next however, it was a quiet, dangerous hiss. “You don’t know the fucking meaning of the word. But you will.” All it was, was a casual flick of the wrist. That’s all Harris saw anyway, apart from his own legs and arms lifted suddenly up in front of him, dragged behind as they struggled to match the pace with which his torso was flung. This happened in slow motion, because in actuality he had collided with the opposite wall within a second. He hit hard enough to fracture some of the plasterwork, yelping with pain that zig zagged down his back. He almost seemed to pause again before falling, sprawling onto Rhys’ bed. It wasn’t a soft landing; the springs in Rhys’ mattress had been squashed into submission months ago. He panted as he tried to calm himself and assess the situation. Any thoughts of laying into his roommate, verbally or physically, did not make it past the most cursory of thoughts. The pain in his back still throbbed, and despite his ego still desperately clinging on - after all, the pills were bound to wear off soon, right? - he was aware of just how dangerous his position was right this second. Harris had unmasked his roommate who, for now at least, possessed enough raw strength to seriously harm, if not kill him. There was the door, of course, but Rhys stood between him and his egress. Harris could barely even see the edge of it past the large man’s heaving lats, his own breathing also laboured. Harris knew from sore experience that Rhys was much, much faster than he looked. On flat ground there was no match between the two; just last month Rhys had joined in a game of tag rugby with some of his friends, and had moved with all the speed and power of a steam train. But this wasn’t flat ground. They were in a tight room, with a doorway for Rhys to squeeze through and multiple more, if Harris could duck past him and down the corridor quick enough. And if he could do that, he could hide, he could call for help, call the cops even! All he had to do was get out of this room first, out through the - Where was the door? The thought scratched at his brain trying to get in, but it was like trying to hear underwater - all of his thoughts came slow and gloopy, and he shook his head, trying to focus. He hadn’t moved. Rhys hadn’t moved. He could see the door a minute ago but now all he could see was Rhys. Still heaving with breath, his arms broad in a shirt that was starting to tear open, his head and neck bowed under the ceiling - oh no. No, no, no, no, no, no- “No.” It had just slipped out, not a statement of defiance, but a squeak of defeat. “Finally fucking noticed have you?” With a grunt, Rhys’ head stretched another inch along the ceiling, and his shirt ripped just a little more. “Fucking tight..” Rhys reach up to tear his shirt away but even that movement, of simply placing one hand on its opposite shoulder, was enough to break it across his back. Removing it was like tearing wet tissue paper, like it didn’t even want to resist. Harris watched in open mouthed horror at the sight before him. Rhys’ muscles undulated and pumped outwards, whether he moved them or not - though he did quite a lot. He flexed, but it was clear he wasn’t posing - it was like stretching after an interminably long car ride, and he even groaned with satisfaction as it did so. “Awww, yeah…” he intoned, once again setting rattling the glass in the window panes, “It’s been so long since I had a chance to let it all out like this. I’d consider thanking you, if you weren’t such a little prick.” Harris remained silent. He wanted to respond, to spit some hard words back into Rhys’ face, to show him that, no matter what, he would never get the best of him. He found that he couldn’t speak at all. He sat there paralyzed watching the man grow, and grow. His socks were becoming too small for his feet, the tops inching down towards his ankles. The hem of his shorts meanwhile rose higher to - Harris was at least able to swallow when he saw it - an impossibly sized bulge at Rhys’ crotch. He wanted to pretend that it wasn’t real, but by this point, his roommate’s clothes were basically painted on. He could see what looked like a pair of ripe mangoes stuffed in there, an impossibly long and fat slab of flesh, its large helmet creeping closer and closer to the edge of the shorts… “Can’t move huh? Yeah, that’s my fault,” Rhys said, his shadow looming ever larger over the paralyzed Harris. “Well, no, it’s your fault really, but it’s my body doing it. Take a deep breath - you smell that?” Harris felt his lungs inflate instantly at the suggestion, inhaling deeply of the rich, dense smell in the air. Not that he needed to try and smell it - he could fucking feel it. The already imposing presence of Harris was spreading, enveloping him like a dark aura of manliness that clung to his clothes, the room and the very air itself. “Pheromones. I can’t help it. Normally it’s not so bad, sure they’re there, turning people on, telling people that I’m the alpha, to listen to what I say. But when I’ve been cooped up for so long, it all gets bottled up. You uncorked it all, and now you’ve overdosed. I don’t need to kick the shit out of you - and we both know I could, easily - because you’re so turned on by being close to me, that you’re my little bitch.” “Am. Not.” Harris managed to get the words out, barely, but Rhys was far from convinced. “Oh really? Then what do you call this?” He leant in close and, with one mighty digit, poked at the tent appearing in Harris’ shorts. “Drop them.” Again, Harris’ body acted on auto-pilot, his hands dropping to his waistband before the fact of his movement even registered in his brain. As his shorts were removed, his thick 7 inch dick sprang up, smacking against the bottom of his abs. He used to be so proud of it, but felt his cheeks blush pink as Rhys snorted with derision. “Actually I’m not sure what to call it either, haha!” His laugh was an obnoxious guffaw, and he moved his finger to prod the smaller man’s erection again - it was clear that his index finger was of a similar size. “It’s not a hard-on? Surely it must get bigger than that.” Again, Harris felt one last ember of defiance flare in his breast. “It. Is. Big” He managed to grunt. “Tch. Poor, stupid Harris. Didn’t I tell you already? You don’t fucking know the meaning of the word.” And with that he removed his own shorts - a single finger in his waistband and they all but disintegrated away. For Harris, it was like an oven door being opened - he could feel the heat radiating from the man, the scent so pure that all memory of any other smell was eradicated. But it was the sight of it that really got to him. Longer and fatter than Harris’s forearm, a thick veiny monument to manhood that still seemed to fall lazily against the monster’s thighs. Its head was hooded in a thick layer of foreskin, and the balls it rested over undulated and swelled even as he watched. All other thoughts melted. Harris let out an excited squeak and felt his own cock twitch and pop, the first rope of his own cum hitting him square in the jaw, as three more joined in across his chest and abs, then finally it slowed to a dribble. “Well that was easy,” Rhys teased, “I didn’t even do anything. You like this big, heavy monster cock, bitch boy?” Harris said nothing. He stared at the pillar of flesh being waved in front of his face with undisguised lust. “I asked you a question, you fucking answer,” Rhys demanded, smacking him across the jaw. It was a gentle tap - at least comparatively so. It was enough to knock a response out of Harris, but not enough to send him into the wall again; or through it. “Y-yes…” Said Harris, unable to lie. “I love it.” “But it’s not.” Rhys waved his dick up and down in front of Harris’ face again, watching the small man follow his every movement as if hypnotised. “This isn’t big. This is still soft, and even then, I’m still. Getting. Bigger. But you’ve already jizzed your little load just from the sight of me! You were a bitch all semester long, and you’re still a bitch now, aren’t you, bitch?” “Y-yes…” “Yes what?” “Yes s-sir”” “You want to taste it, don’t you bitch? I can see you drooling,” Rhys sneered, holding his titanic member just inches in front of Harris’ face. “Yes,” Harris breathed, shivering with anticipation. “Would you like that? To slobber all over my fat balls, to stretch out your virgin throat with my fat meat and then to feel it grow inside you bigger and bigger until you feel it in your guts?” “Please! Please let me!” Harris begged, his mouth puckering, tongue lolling for the cock just millimetres away from him - “Nah.” Harris blinked and watched the titanic man step away from him. “But I-” “But you what? I’m not taking advantage of you like this,” Rhys said impatiently, not even looking at Harris as he stooped down and reached inside his closet. He pulled out what looked like a pair of spandex shorts, ridiculously oversized, though not compared to his still swelling body. He pulled them on, but they still bulged obscenely. “Shit… left it too long…” he muttered underneath his breath. “W-w-what are you d-doing?” Harris asked, his confusion cutting through the paralysis. “I’m getting out of here. I don’t want my room wrecked when I outgrow it, and that won’t take long. Fuck, the door…” Rhys had now turned to face the exit of the room. Getting in and out was hard enough when he was less than 7ft tall, and now he was more than 8. It was a difficult task of pivoting through and he ended up pulling away part of the door jamb - but he managed it. Rhys turned to face the room he had just left, smiling at the broken little man sitting on his bed, covered in his own jizz, unable to do anything but stare dumbfounded up at him. “I’m not fucking a little bitch who can’t even think for himself,” he grinned, aware of people up and down the hall beginning to notice him, and not caring in the slightest. “I’m done chasing after you - if you want this, you can beg for it on your own terms.” And with that he left. It was ten minutes before Harris could move a muscle, and another ten before he could actually stand. He was angry, he was humiliated - especially when people passed by the still-open door, and saw him, cock out and deflating, still covered in cum. But he also knew, deep in the pit of his stomach - he had never been more turned on in his entire life.

Yay! Please continue!

Amazing story! Need some more! Hope you can continue it one day

I am not that much into abs and this shit is hoooot.

I am always surprised as to how hard the Ultimate Musketeer and Ultimate Titan can push their mighty hearts. Might re-read these tales of heart-strength later.

It's on Metabods https://metabods.com/mbxy/site/story.php?id=arthur-the-young-titan

Wow. Not sure about that. I'll certainly think about it. Thanks for reading my stuff.

I hope it's ok my back and forth in time with all 3 characters, and It's easy to follow XD - this story give me alot of ideas, and I like to expand if you like it!

Part 5 It’s been a few weeks and I think I started to hit my stride with the routine and everything. I’ve been measured a few times since I’ve started. The only big change for me was I lost weight and my bodyfat percentage went down so I’m now at 209lbs and bodyfat is 17% which was fine by me. But the biggest change literally was with Jason. He grew a couple of inches and was now standing at 6’2” and weighed in at 291.5lbs his bodyfat went up to 15% but at his size you couldn’t tell. His waist was unchanged, his chest grew a bit to 71” as did his arms when they were flexed they peaked at 24”. The biggest change this time around was with his legs. Comments that were made about him behind his back about being top heavy and skipping leg day are a thing of the past now as his calves were 26” diamonds and his quads were 69”. During one of our meal breaks Jason walked into the kitchen while I was in the fridge getting my meal and stood over me looking down. I looked up at him and he bounced his pecs and flexed a bicep and said one day you will get this big but when you do imagine how big I will be. I couldn’t say anything I was just dumbstruck by the size of him, granted I know The Corporation isn’t focused on leaning us out but where I am now compared to Jason, I look like I have a swimmers build. I hope I will be able to pack on some size soon. Jason grabbed his food and looked at the stat wall and said that I’m at the acceptable level of The Corporation to start bulking soon so be ready for a routine change which would mostly be food and workout. I smiled at the thought of it and said, so I guess I will start getting bigger now then. Jason hit a double bicep pose and said yep. I was nearly done with my own meal while Jason was getting started but I intentionally slowed down so that I can just watch his muscles just dance with movement as he was eating. His chest was almost touching his food. I snapped out of it and remembered I had a schedule to stick with and got up from the table to head to my room daydreaming about how it would be awesome to have the problem of having my meaty chest end up in my plate of food or even having crumbs fall on my pec shelf, hell even having my biceps fight with my chest trying to get food in my mouth would be arousing as hell to me. But before I got too carried away, my TV turned on indicating I had a new message printing from The Corporation that needed my immediate attention. I moved to the printer and saw the 1 page document awaiting my retrieval. Congratulations on finishing your primer schedule with us. Now the fun part, getting huge. On your TV screen there are numbers listed 1 - 5 and you have choices A-D to select from. Below are questions that you will need to answer so that we can give you your next schedule. Please note that we can adjust your selections as well if we do not feel that they are accurate for our plans. You may even surprise us, the note read. This was different but hey I’m game, The Corporation has been on point so far so lets see what these questions have in store. Question 1 - How tall is too tall for you? A. 6’10 B. 7’3 C. 7’10 D. 8’9. Question 2 - Roughly, how much would you want to weigh by the conclusion of the program? A. 330lbs B. 450lbs C. 500lbs D. 900lbs. Question 3 - Please order the muscle groups that you would like to have overdeveloped with your first selection being the muscle group you would want to be overdeveloped most and going down from there. A. Back B. Chest, C. Arms, D. Legs. Question 4 - How vascular would you want to be by the end of this? A. Not at all, B. A little bit where you could see it in just the right light, C. Above average, you can see them when I’m not working out but when I am working out the really pop out, D. I want to look like a walking road map of vascularity. Question 5 - If you were to go out in public for an excursion fully clothed, how would you want your clothes to fit you? A. Tightly, hugging every muscle that you have, B. Obscenely stretched over your body, C. Stretched so far the clothes already are bursting at the seams, D. You don’t want the clothes to be able to fit properly (i.e. your chest is so large the shirt can’t cover them all and exposes your stomach) but they still are about to burst at the seams. Please send us your responses within the hour and do not share your questions or results and remember we can make adjustments if we deem necessary. To be honest I like these questions, even if they were to adjust down or up from whatever I choose being in the minimum that they have would still be huge. I wonder if Jason had these questions but doesn’t matter, I have an hour to think how I want to respond to these 5 questions. Lets see question 1 how tall, well it was cool when Jason and I were the same height granted I wasn’t taller than everyone before but just seeing him be so massive over me was a turn on but I think it would be even more of a turn on if I were the big one in height so for question 1, I’m thinking D. 8’9 would be too tall. Hopefully I would be around that height though, so option D good to go. But honestly would I mind being even taller, not at all but that’s the only options available. Next question. How much would I want to weigh after the conclusion of this, shit Jason already close to 300lbs on his own and he looks massive already. 500lbs I think would be awesome but hell they gave me an option to be even bigger so why not be my own living breathing fantasy mass monster so 900lbs it is. I wonder if they go beyond these numbers? I can see it now just walking around causing minor tremors in the right environment. Oh well option D again for 2. Alright question 3, order for which I would want to have my muscles overdeveloped. Well first up is a no brainer chest, at the height and weight I want to be I would hope my chest would enter a room before me. I wonder if I will have bigger/fatter nipples to go with the size of a massive chest? Ok so after that I’d say legs to be able to carry the heavy load of my chest, then back and arms which would essentially work together anyway. Tall, thick, and wide sounds pretty good. But I hope I would still have impressive peaks even though I put arms last. Ok question 4 vascularity, above average is good, they would look amazing after a good pump but don’t have to be a 24/7 thing but if some like forearms or that bicep vein were to remain constant I wouldn’t be opposed so C it shall be. Alright last question, going out in public how would I want clothes to fit me? Shit D is the dream not only for the shirt but pants/shorts where they would be difficult to go over my massive quads or even be overstretched where they wouldn’t fit my small waist and big legs. I would want to be so big that I would need assistance to get clothing on period. Hell I don’t think that anyone would be able to arrest me for indecent exposure because I would likely be too large but still that aside yeah. I double checked my responses and submitted them and got a typical thank you message to include be on the lookout for an updated routine in 2 days. I was still hyped up on what I was potentially about to become. I started watching pumping iron while rubbing one out at the thought that soon and very soon hopefully all of them would be smaller than me. I did the same watching Mr. Universe, I couldn’t wait. The next 2 days invigorated me and motivated me more to really be ready to go once the prime has ended. Jason even noticed a new burst of energy and so did The Corporation. I was in such a trance on what was to come next that it didn’t even phase me that Jason broke the 300lb mark. I was waiting for my new routine until the message popped up on my TV screen that my new routine had arrived.

Is there a link where we can find it?

I love this ebggining of the new Ben. Ryan knows exactly what it feels like to bee confident and dominant and he loves his brother

Another great start from you @muscleaddict. I can’t wait to see what you come up with in the next part. I love that you are experimenting with different types of story and approaches. Keep on the great work mate!

You are.a great author. Could you do a cross over between the character from this story and old man Stevens as a wrestling match. Loser has his powers ripped off and is the sex slave.

CHAPTER II The two lovers are in a very amorous mood when Biff returns home, his muscles pumped after spending several hours in the gym. Timmy is very sexually charged after watching his boyfriend enter the room, remove his shirt, and bring him close to him. When Timmy reaches for Biff’s biceps, they continue their hot erotic dance and role-playing. “So fucking big and hard,” Timmy says under his breath, panting in lust for his lover and his enormous bulging muscles. He caresses the lean knots in Biff’s unflexed upper arm, as his hand then roams up to the bodybuilder’s defined deltoid striations. His excitement builds as his hand then falls down to Biff’s delt and bicep separation and to the thick cephalic vein on top of his award-winning 25-inch biceps. Timmy runs a finger up the vein and then kisses it giving an “mmm” sound. “You wanna feel it when it’s really huge, my little Dutch boy? When I flex my Mount Everest for just you?” Timmy looked up at Biff’s handsome cocky smile and nodded as he whispered an “Uh huh.” As Biff flexed his huge biceps to its beautifully shaped high peak, Timmy grabbed it with both hands feeling both the peak and triceps bottom of the handsome Mr. Olympia’s upper arm. The two lovers rubbed their dicks together in their frottage as Timmy kissed and licked the top of Biff’s flexed biceps. Biff then leaned down, meeting his lips to Timmy’s. They tongue-sworded, then deep-Frenched, as Timmy moaned in great several desire. And then he came, unable to suppress it any longer, moaning his orgasm loudly with his pants still on. Biff then lifted Timmy up, one arm under his knees and the other around his back and cradled Timmy to his hard bulging chest as Timmy reached both his hands around Biff’s neck. Biff looked down at Timmy, their eyes locking, and affectionately simply said, “My Timmy,” before the massively muscular bodybuilder kissed his handsome slender boyfriend again and brought him into the bedroom. Timmy had previously, half-jokingly, promised him a nice blowjob for his great accomplishment at the Mr. O, and the bodybuilder was about to get his ‘present’. But of course, Timmy will very much enjoy giving the present as well! As Biff slowly lowered Timmy onto the bed, Timmy kissed Biff’s striated pectorals, then each of Biff’s eight carved abdominals. Biff then stood up and removed his shorts. Biff is erect, with his “incalculably large penis” within Timmy’s reach. The slender model needs both of his hands to guide the bodybuilder-dick to his mouth. As Timmy sticks his tongue out to taste Biff’s pre, he looks up and sees Biff looking into their full-length mirror across the room at himself as he flexes his right arm’s winning biceps. Biff loves the muscular-size difference between him and his lover as it makes him feel even more powerful. He kisses the top of his Mount Everest peak. Timmy gets hard again, excited further by Biff’s cockiness as Mr. Olympia continues his assessment and love of his ripped muscular development. Timmy guides his lover’s dick to his lips again and the bulbous head of Biff’s huge manhood fills Timmy’s mouth as he begins sucking. “You’re doing good,” Biff said, then smiled to himself as he knows these were the exact words he’s used over the past decade perhaps a thousand times ‘at this same moment’ with other muscle-worshipers. Several minutes later Biff is in orgasm with his semen being swallowed by his boyfriend who does not miss a drop. When Biff withdraws, the bodybuilder then lowers his lips to Timmy’s for an “I love you” kiss. This is something that Biff never did ‘at this same moment’. * Several days later, on a crystal-clear morning, Biff’s mother comes for a day-visit with the couple. She and Biff’s dad had come down from their home in New Jersey and were staying with Biff’s sister and brother-in-law up in Boca Raton. Biff greets her at the door, and they start their conversation in Italian, where they usually go when they’re being affectionate with one another. Biff asks his mother how she is as he gives her a kiss, “Mamma, come stai?” She responds with “Stai bene,” telling him she’s fine. He nods to her that so is he. The doting son starts to show her around the apartment and when she sees the magnificent views of the city on one side and the ocean and Intracoastal on the other from their high floor, she says, “Ah que bella vista,” and she quickly walks out onto the balcony. Timmy comes out of the bedroom and Biff quickly goes out to get her, telling her he wants to introduce her to someone very special in his life. She walks back into the living room with him and when she looks at Timmy, she appears stunned by how handsome he is. “Ciao bello,” she greets him with a flattering admiration of his good looks, accentuating the ‘bello.’ “Come ti chiami?” she asks his name. “Inglese Mamma, per favore,” Biff asks her to speak in English. And he’s annoyed at her also because he knows that he had told her his name on the phone already. “Buongiorno, Signora Stevens. Mi chiamo Timmy,” she gets in a very surprising response from her son’s boyfriend. “Ahh bravo, Timmy,” she says smiling at him warmly in congratulations at answering her in Italian, despite her son’s request for English only. She then looks at Biff and scrunches her face as if to scold him and to indicate that he should mind his own business with the language thing. Biff is amused at his mother’s reaction and surprised and proud of Timmy’s answer. She and Timmy hug in greeting and she looks at Biff and remarks, “We gotta fatten him up. He’s too ‘tin’,” she says in her mostly Jersey accent now. All three laugh, but then Biff says, “I love him just the way he is.” Timmy’s face turns red from that, the first time he hears Biff telling someone about the love they’ve already expressed for each other many times. He remembers back to the movie “Swept Away,” the 1974 film directed and screen-written by Lina Wertmuller. Biff’s mother seems exactly like the beautiful middle-aged blonde character who’s seduced by Giancarlo Giannini. The trio are instantly chatting over some drinks, then lunch, and then more drinks. They show “mamma” the video from the Mr. O contest, then mom and son gossip with Timmy about some cousins. Timmy’s happy that their meeting with Biff’s mom is going so well. And he sees firsthand that Biff is very close with her, which says a lot about his boyfriend’s character in Timmy’s book. * It’s late in the afternoon and Timmy excuses himself as he has several things he needs to do. He wanted to let Biff have some quality time with his mom, and he had also promised his best friend, Pete, a get-together. He thought that this was perfect timing, since he would also now have his quality time with Pete, who he hadn’t seen on a one-on-one basis in several months. He first spoke with his agent about some upcoming modeling gigs, then gave a call to Pete to make the evening’s arrangements for dinner. * Biff and his mother continue their amicable yammering, but soon a very sore subject comes up when Biff asks his mother why his father didn’t come also. Biff’s dad wouldn’t join the mother for the visit, he’s told by his mom. “I’m sorry, my sweet bambino. You know, he’s very old-fashioned and he still thinks that being gay is a sin. And, well, it’s so hard to say this, but he became so vulgar yesterday when we were talking about us coming today. He was going into a little detail on what gay men do sexually together, and he said it was just too much for him. He then told me that he wasn’t going to come with me today.” “He lives back in the stone age,” she continued. “Well, from more than fifty years ago anyway. He just can’t help it. It was his upbringing. You’ve heard about the difficulty your dad and I had with his family when we first started dating. And then when we announced we were getting married! Madonna Mi! When we finally planned on marrying in his church, his family finally came around to accepting me. Just like your father WILL with you and Timmy. Just give him a little time. Pazienza.” It hurt Biff to hear all this, but a good part of him was not surprised. And he always appreciated his mother’s total honesty with him. He did have a closeness with his dad when growing up through his teenage years. And it was his father who encouraged his bodybuilding, though saying that it would “make more of a man of him.” But he knew his dad was raised with very conservative mores and it would just take him a while to maybe come around and accept him for the way he is.

Thank you! I had so much trouble finding it without the name.

Amazing chapter

Uncle Ryan - Extra Cap 02 - Ryan 02 Ryan was in front of the mirror of his wardrobe, he was still choosing what to wear for to have breakfast and go to his new client, Mr. Smith, down in Port Valley. When he heard the door of his room open, and turning around he saw his brother well, sweaty, panting and with a look somewhere between shocked and worried on his face! "Ryan! Are you still here?" Ben asked not sure if his brother had already left or not. Ryan comes out of his wardrobe still naked and immediately goes to his brother, answering him and curious about his old brother's panting and the obvious concern in his voice. " What's going on Ben, what's wrong? Why are you breathing so hard?" - " Ho Ryan, luckily" the brother begins in a clear state of embarrassment, shock and fear "I was in my room, I was sleeping..and...and I was woken up by my cock at full force!" Ryan's right eyebrow raised, anticipating a loud laugh, "hahahhaha...well Ben, you're a little old to not know this stuff!" Ryan said jokingly. "oh Ryan! don't you understand!?!?" Ben said, getting nervous at the evidence of his brother react. At this point Ryan seemed to be the confused one now. "Well...listen I still have to have breakfast, and then go to a client, I've had a reflection like this for over 15 years now and since 1 when I started bodybuilding again even better....my bathroom can testify... I don't understand, sorry, explain to me, ok?" "This hasn't happened to me in years Ryan! over 10 years!" - "...over 10 years...???" repeats Ryan as if in a trance, making his brother Ben sit on his bed he approached him and said "but...you're married Ben, how is it possible...what..." "Don't you understand??" Ben said with tears in his eyes "She's just been castrating me this whole time Ryan! And after what....transformed me..into this....into this monster....it made me reborn!" - At these words, Ryan hugged his brother, aware that his brother Ben would finally change, not only in body but also in mind. “I'm glad you came to talk to me, sorry if I was a dick to you.” Ryan said to his older brother who smiled back and calmed down. "And there's one more thing!" - Ben said, heartened and more confident "I think I cummed three or four times last night, my bed was full of sperm and I dreamed all night about huge bodybuilders and something inside me..." - "..inside you want me to become bigger than them?" Ryan concluded, turning to his brother and winking. "Yes!" she almost screamed well... "...is this wrong? I'm sick right?" Ben said, returning to being the little man under his wife's thumb for a few moments. Then Ryan stood up, and confidently said, "Ben, look at me!" - making Ben jump and he obeyed with a mixed expression of submission and curiosity. “Ben! Do you really think this is wrong, that being like this, that I am sick?” saying this he began a routine of poses completely naked which showing off all his massive bodybuilder muscles, thick middle abs, beefy, strong arms and legs, bulky, wide shoulders, round big ass, powerfull calves. Ben's eyes went from watering to opening along with his mouth in a mixed state of admiration, lust, and shock, his brother was a muscle god! the show was incredible for Ben, he had seen the photos, and some videos secretly from his wife on YouTube, but what he saw now live, it was incredible, it was pure masculinity, pure power, real muscles, a real muscle god. he felt completely absorbed by it all, he felt that the muscles he had just developed were nothing but a small thing, he felt himself throbbing and wanted to be like Ryan, maybe more...? ""What do you think Ben?" said Ryan, at the end of the little show, sweaty and with a subtle grin on his face, "Wow..." was all Ben could say. "Well thank you...and thanks also for appreciating!" - saying this Ryan pointed to the white puddle of sperm on Ben's feet, the older brother had cum without touching himself, but only f rom his brother's desire. "oh Ryan...I...." he said in new embarrassment, Ben. "hahaha don't worry bro, you don't know how much I like it! And then we're among men!" Saying this, Ryan took his cock in his hands again and gave it two good pulls, making Ben look at him and make him swallow, as if eager to understand what the sem of a god tasted like. "Come here Ben!" the young Ryan said dominantly, and continued by saying ":..touch the body you could have, that you deserve!" Well, Ben hypnotically, stood up, with his cock erect again and dripping with semen, towards the god of muscles in front of him. “Ryan, you're so fucking big, I don't know what's happening to me, but I want so, so much more! I want to be like you, I can feel that power, that strength!” - Ben said, moving closer to the giant, his hand moved towards his erect cock, starting to masturbate, while with his left hand he brought a finger closer to Ryan's bulbous cock head and took a drop of precum, and inhaled it, giving it to Ryan an idea. He was about to touch his muscles when Ryan said: "You're pretty swollen too Ben, and you don't lack musculature, why don't we play with that, and the prize will be the juice, like when we were kids?" "...you mean with wrestling?" - Ben said curiously and excitedly - "Yes Ben, let's go down to the gym, I have everything you need, if you manage to knock me down, you will have much more than a stolen drop... what do you think?!?!" - he winked. "Oh ...wow...but Andreew...if he wake-up?" - reply Ben followe he naked brother in the gym, but Ryan replied not to worry, his young nephew was a very deep sleeper, he certainly wouldn't wake up for such a short time. Both wear shorths and their guinea tee. "You take top position. If you get me on my back, the cum is yours." Ryan waited on the mat like a rodeo bull as his brother stood up and shook himself off. He stood over Ryan and reached across him to lock his arm on his Ryan's left side. But Rryan's broad back was so thick and wide that Ben had to lean halfway over him to reach his armpit. Ryan's body felt like it was made out of marble. "GO," said the Ryan once his brother locked his hold. Ben pulled and pulled and pulled on the massive musclegod. His old brother didn't budge an inch. "I said GO," Ryan said. Ben pulled with all his might, but his 230lbs was no match for his heavily bulked up 320lb massive young brother. Ryan reached back and grabbed Ben's arm with one hand, lifting him into the air, then slamming him down to the mat, pinning him with one thick burly hand. Ben struggled against the powerful arm, to no effect. Ryan sat down on brother's chest, with just enough weight to hold him pinned but not crush his ribcage. "Looks like that you will be left without the cum that you like so much for awhile," he said, hoping to use that time to whip his brother into the man he wanted him to be. "Get off me, you fat fuck," said Ben. Ryan's face darkened. He stood up, but as he did so, he grabbed Ben around the neck and lifted him up with him. He stood his Bro on his feet, then let go of his neck. "You think this is fat, boy?" the Ryan said, exposing his poweful muscualr body. "Go ahead and punch it. This solid rock abs is harder than anything you ever felt. And this body gives me power beyond anything you can dream of." Saying this, he struck a Front Double Biceps pose that brought out hundreds of veins everywhere and increased the size of every muscle in his already huge body. The skin stretched out tight and shiny over it. Ben backed up, conflicted by his feelings of love and hate for the huge powerhouse of a man standing in front of him. Part of him wanted to jump into his arms and ask for forgiveness for being such a dickhead for the past years and asking for forgiveness and mercy for what had to be said and just wanted to thank him for what he had given him. But another part of him wanted to hit the guy over and over for being so pompous and superior. "Come on," said the young man, "don't be a pussy. Give me your best shot." That pretty much decided it for Ben. He had backed up as far as the weight rack. He reached behind his back and picked up a 25lb dumbbell. He whirled it around in front of him, and tossed it at his Ryan's gabs. It landed square on the big thickly strong, then bounced off and fell to the ground. They both looked at it as it rolled away. Ryan hadn't even budged. He reached up and grabbed the straps of his guinea tee and pulled them over his soccer ball sized delts. Then he ripped the shirt in two and tossed it off him, exposing his entire hulking torso. "That all you got?" he said to his old brother as he took a step toward him. Ben reached around and grabbed the 35lb dumbbell. He had to use both hands to throw it. It bounced off his Ryan's abs with a thud. Then Ryan leaned over and picked up the weight. He put one beefy hand on each end of the dumbbell, then began to press inward. His torso bulged with thickening muscle as he pressed down on the weight. Veins popped out on his 22" neck, and across his chest and delts, and into his arms, feeding them with power and more power. The handle of the dumbbell began to crumple in like an accordion. Ryan pressed in on the weights until the handle was flattened to the thickness of a penny and the plates touched in the middle. He dropped the crunched up iron to the floor, and looked at himself in the mirror. He'd never looked more jacked up. Every thick brute muscle on him was ruddy and pumped. He did a most muscular pose and watched in amazement as his traps rose up behind his neck like two thick bridge cables. He felt like he had the strength of 20. "Ryan" said the kid, "I don't know what happened, I just lost it...." Ryan looked at his old brother, then waddled over him,took his big erect cock, which was roaring inside his shorts for free use, brought it to his brother's mouth. grabbed his head, and dropped the cum into is inside his dry mouth. Sweat ran down his huge torso. "Here you go, bro. Take the cum. You don't have you don't really have to beat me to get what you want." Ben she took a good suck from Ryan's virile member, savoring its hardness, size and taste. "I shouldn't expect you to be like me." Ryan said as he gets sucked by his brother, thinking back to how Ben was changing. "That's just it," said the Ben "I ache to be like you, but I know I never will be." Rayn grabbed his old brother around the back of his neck and pulled him into his solid torso. "Don't repeat this to anyone, Ben, but I was a skinnier little twerp than you remember?" "No you weren't," said Ben. "Oh yeah I was. Now look at me." Ryan flexed his right arm, which had swollen to a thick gnarly 24"s of peaked muscle. Ben put his hands on the powerful arm. "I could never be this big," he said. "Sure you could," said Ryan "In fact, let's see if we can get you even bigger." Having said that, Ryan gave one last shot of his juice, said goodbye, he was really ready to go. His brother would have remained with his son for a certain amount of time, and who knows this would have increased his esteem and improved his new transformation. Ben for his part, felt like a completely new man, it was time to workout, it was time to grow, it was time to change.