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Oh the possibilities! . And that Illustration!!! . Loves me a tight “vest” on bulging muscles . Thank you so much for the comment nod too mate. Much too kind! . Can’t wait for story number three!

HAHA!! Mate - I almost fell off my chair reading this! Thank you for referencing one of my stories, mate - I feel honoured! Fantastic entry to the story, mate. I like how you're mixing the sexual/hot muscle worship stuff with more grounded, relationship elements. I have to be honest, I feel like this story should be getting. a lot more comments! It definitely deserves it. It's still very new though so hopefully that will increase in time!

Want Ben and Sam to fall in love

Uncle Ryan - Extra Cap 06 - Ryan 03 Finally the two brothers were on the same page again, after years of Ben's insecurities and Ryan's distance. So after having a hearty breakfast of eggs, cereal, protein pancakes and fruit, Ryan headed to his van to go to the Mr. Smith, down in Port Valley. As Ben said goodbye and headed to the gym in the basement. Mr. Smith's villa was the largest and most luxurious in the whole of Port Valley, Ryan had been sought by the rich clothing industry tycoon to completely renovate his personal gym in the best possible way, with heavy, modern and best equipment that money could buy. Regarding the draft order and the quote, Ryan wonders curiously how a man who was now in his 80s had the desire for such a gym at home. In their conversation on the phone not only Mr. Smith had been adamant that Ryan should take care of it but that everything should be done as quickly as possible. He looks at himself in car the mirror, a fix to his hair, a smile ready to conquer his client, a sigh that made his huge chest swell, and he was ready to face the rich client! he arrived at the video intercom, where he was given instructions to enter and where to park. Ryan left his SUV near the entrance, as he had been told, and headed with a confident and quick step towards the entrance doors but he had no time to ring before they opened wide revealing a large, luxurious and elegant entrance. A small figure came towards him and said: "Welcome Ryan! It's nice to see you in person, I'm Roy Smith, the owner, welcome to my humble abode!" - things with his warm and persuasive voice, Roy SMith was no taller than 5', rotund, with a funny button nose and short white hair with small mustaches stretched out on the sides of his chubby round face. Ryan was really surprised both by the warm welcome, but also by the figure that was completely different from how he had imagined it from their phone calls that they had exchanged and from how sociable the rich industrialist was. "Did you have a good trip coming here? Did you find it difficult to find the house?" - said the little man. "Everything's fine, Mr. SMith, thank you" Ryan replied immediately who found it really curious how the man was looking him up and down as if evaluating his size and the difference with him. "Oh, call me Roy! Mr. Smith was my father, see here?" He said, pointing to a large painting at the top of the entrance which depicted a large, dark-coloured, corpulent man, with a small woman at his side, his wife and a lively and intelligent-looking little boy, who Ryan immediately understood was Roy. "Nice painting, Mr Smith!" Receiving this sentence with a reproachful and angry look from the little man Ryan, he immediately said "...um...Roy!" - "That's fine, Ryan...but do we want to talk about business? Do you want to? Come, let's head to my office on this floor" - Saying this, the two sat down in Roy's large office, and began to look at the ideas and projects that Ryan had brought for the new gym. "uhm...really good ideas Ryan, but to be on the safe side, do you mind if we call an expert? Or rather who will actually use this equipment?" - Said Mr Smith, and pressing a button on his desk he only said "Come here, please" After a few seconds Ryan heard heavy and noisy steps coming from the corridor, shortly thereafter the door opened wide, they let in a man so large that he seemed to compress the entire width of the door, the man was dark-haired, 6'8 , he had a military haircut, a Mexican mustache, both black, a burly and massive musculature. a bull neck, broad and swollen shoulders, arms that looked like barrels of beer, full and turgid with thick and veiny forearms, large, wide and shaved hands, as well as on the forearms and thighs, a large and hard intestine, large and swollen things and calves like a real bull, and he was barefoot, he was breathing thoughtfully and with each breath he seemed to take on more dimensions, he was wearing yellow shorts and a gray tank top that they hid nothing of his evidently bodybuilder's physique and the hair that covered his chest was sticking out angrily from under his shirt, He stood there, as if waiting and considering to figure out who the big guy who had just arrived was. "Oh...ermm...Carlos....please have a seat....he's Ryan, I told you about him, can you remember...?" Roy said with a bit of excitement mixed with fear in his voice. "Carlos...he's my bodyguard...eh....yes..here's the master too....right sir?" An awed Roy said as Carlos entered the room. Carlos, saying nothing in response, eyed Ryan and simply grunted and struck an even more menacing pose as he placed his arms crossed, as much as he could, across his enormous chest. Ryan, on the other hand, was intrigued by this beast and his attitude, but was distracted by Mr. Smith who asked if he could show the plans to Carlos. Carlos seems less interested in listening to what Roy was showing him but much more in evaluating Ryan's real size which he obviously couldn't understand well seeing him sitting down. Ryan noticed this and so he decided to play a little with this big guy. He stood up to his full figure, he was taller than Carlos but not as wide he noticed, but he gave Carlos a full view of how big he was by showing off absentmindedly and nonchalantly as he moved around the room. Carlos followed him like a helon following prey, always with a serious and hard look, it seemed he almost wanted to eat him right there in front of him. "Erm...Carlos...sorry but you seem distracted..." said the sith at a certain point, receiving only repeated grunts at every question from the little man "...maybe I need to remind you that you asked me to build this gym for yourself..?” whereupon Carlos seemed to come out of his state of non-care and replied "Yeah!..Roy." But thought Ryan, he had a deep voice! And so saying Carlos moved towards Ryan, leaving Roy with the plans in hand, approaching the stallion in front of him menacingly: "So you are Ryan. They told me you were big, I thought I'd find someone exceptional in front of me" so saying he raised his left arm compressed his muscular arm into a hard ball of hot, pulsating flesh filled with veins that shot to the surface all over his thigh and hairy forearm "24inches cold, boy!" and with that he gave a defiant look. to Ryan who was amazed by what he saw and this attitude! "I'm not a boy, not for you, man, I'm Ryan and mine are 25incea but as you can see" he said mimicking Carlos' pose but in double :"I'm taller and more defined than you!" in doing so the sleeves of Ryan's shirt tore, giving a loud noise and opening up the space for the full, thick mass of his cannons! Carlos couldn't believe what he had just seen, his gaze moving frantically from one side of Ryan's arms to the other. While inside he was filled with jealousy and anger at having been ridiculed by this little boy. "oh...mmm....Carlos....Ryan....come on...guys..." Roy tried to say, noticing Carlos' attitude, but he responded aggressively, "Shut up, Roy!" letting out a low guttural growl! Turning to a nearly paralyzed Roy in front of this beast Mr Smith closed himself even more in his small shoulders and went to hide behind the desk, in obvious terror. Ryan couldn't accept a situation like that, Roy had been nice to him and was giving him work, this boor Carlos deserved a lesson. "I don't think you should address him like that" Ryan said putting his hand on Carlos's full thick, meaty shoulder. But he suddenly turned around in anger and shouted in Ryan's face to mind his own business and that he would treat the little man as he wanted, then Ryan's gaze darkened. "I'm warning you Carlos, apologize now and I'll let you walk out of here on your own two feet." Ryan said. "Hahhaha are you serious? You and who else, kid? reply Carlos. In a loud voice, Ryan announced, "I gave you your warning. This is a bad attitude qith a gentel man like Roy, so don't go fucking pissing me off." He slammed a pointed finger into Carlos's swollen pec. Carlos quickly grabbed the finger. "Don't fuck with me," he said. Ryan grabbed Chris's arm and squeezed, pulling his finger free. "No, it is you that doesn't fuck with me, runt." Carlos tried to move his arm of him, but Ryan's gun flexed and contained Carlos's might. “I've destroyed dumb guys like you before, and I'll do it to you too. You better just get used to being nice and humble here. Get me too pissed off, and I'll help that dude Roy to build the gym for you, you can be damn sure about that. Keep pissing me off, and no gym in this city will let you train there. Fuck, you'll be lucky if Lady fitness will let you buy their shit." Ryan pulled Carloss arm down, and stepped forward, pressing his massive chest into Carlos's of him. Ryan flexed his bulls, making his body warm steel. He stared straight into Carlos's eyes, his breath filling Carlos's nostrils. "Understand?" Carlos stared at him, then spit directly into his face. Before him could back away, Ryan pushed him hard forcing him to step back and trip. Carlos landed hard on the floor. "Just for that, you can forget any help Roy has been getting for you. You're cut off. I'm Roy's new best friend, and I'll decide who gets what from him. "Ryan wiped the spit from his face, and went to Roy side, Roy was stunned and in disbelief at what he had seen. no one before had managed to stand up to, no, to subdue Carlos the bull. Carlos said nothing, his anger building. anger had now completely clouded Carlos' brain, but Ryan doesn't seem willing to abandon his position "Go away Carlos, you won't get anything from Roy anymore, you're just a little neighborhood bully" said. He flexed his right arm in the Carlos's face, pointed to the huge bicep and said, "These are the only muscles I needed to destroy you, runt." Carlos nearly creamed his pantsright there, and had to run out of the room before he embarrassed himself anymore. "oh thanks Ryan!" - said Roy - "you really gave me relief, that man came into my life and dominated me ever since, he wanted me to buy him clothes, equipment, supplements, steroids even! He was draining me!” Ryan smiled at the little man, and said, "Did you choose me for my job or my size?" making a more muscular sound as if to underline the last words. Roy approached the big boy, stroking his huge arms "oh who cares, now that you're here, let me adore you a little and let me thank you properly!" saying this he began to worship Ryan's enormous body, pleasing the wiry boy, starting to give pleasure to Ryan. But while downstairs, Carlos still angry and pissed off about what just happened, had enough. He pulled back and slammed his fist into a locker in the old private Roy's gym, denting the door so much that the lock broke, which only made him want to lay a few of punches into Ryan face." I need some more stuff" he said, gnashing his teeth, between increasingly heavy breathing and the anger that continued to rise. "Ya, I'll be way stronger than he can imagine." and the saliva ran down from his mouth out of his teeth in anger. Then Carlos looked at vials in the locker. He filled a syringe, pulled down his pants, and stuck it into his glutes. The substance burned, but Carlos knew the pain only made you stronger.

Love it so far can’t wait for more

OMG what a guy thanks for this

Great descriptions of muscle, size and growth. I’ll need to clean myself up now. More please!!

These are not easy times for a lot of us and we'd all love to have a rich Arab Prince in our lives. We can wait longer, so take all the time you need. Good luck

@GaryD I can't thank you enough for these images, honestly, they're like reigniting my passion for this all over again. So much of what you posted is how I pictured it, classically, beautifully handsome, a proper Sheikh look to him, and of course he has the resource to just keep going and going. The kind of guy who looks like he just breathes money and is insanely, obscenely powerful and rich. I am honestly sorry to everyone who's read this so far and wants more. There is more in me, I know where I want to take this story next, but frankly this last 18 months or so in my personal life has been an absolute shitshow, my ex-husband filed for divorce, and frankly two or three months would go by without me remembering this site, let alone the story I started, even existed. It also coincided with a change in job, moving house, and a number of other things and tbh, everything's been a total mess for me. BUT, now I have remembered this exists and I remember where I want to take the story next, I can do something with it. I still have a set plan for the next chapter or two, beyond that, I'd have to see where the mood takes me. I also wouldn't want to over-write this to the point the chapters get tedious, it needs to have a good defined end or a nice wrap up. I think, as well, this is such a deep fantasy and one I've had for so, so many years that in many ways it's almost weird for me to type it up, if that makes sense? I'm so used to thinking about the obscenely huge disgustingly wealthy sheikh/prince that typing it out is almost weird to me. Also as a point, to a few replies I saw, it's highly unlikely the character meeting him is going to grow. It's just not what I'm into. He may a bit? Maybe? But frankly I have always been massively into the idea of being with the monster/freak of nature/impossibly massive bull hulk, than the one growing myself. Sorry, I know that's a big switch off to many people, but it is just how this fetish/lifestyle works for me. I'm going to try and get some time set aside to get another chapter done. Candidly, I also struggle writing these because I get so worked up writing them I have to do only 2-3 paragraphs at once before shooting my load, then waiting for it to build up again. Chapter 2 was mostly done in a couple of afternoons but I was absolutely worn out by the end and you have literally no idea how many tissues I went through, it felt like I was going to clog the local sewage system.

Oh Ben its about to feel what strenght is like. He will fell what Sam felt when he was teh dominant one.

Hi guys, Found this vid on mymusclevideo https://mymusclevideo.com/136639/huge-joe-palacios-and-beefy-brett-sanchez-get-swole-and-pose/ The second I got to 1m 30s of this vid. My imagination immediately went to the thought of these 2 musclebulls getting into a power muscle/wrestling match! Even the the one massive bloke is "smaller" he managed to put up a decent match. But once they got into a mutual bearhug it was slowly but surely over for him. Make no mistake they were locked in this MASSIVE power struggle. But in the end the BIGGER / STRONGER MuscleBEAST must prevail! Could you bloody imagine the staggering amount of strength exerted by 2 MuscleBEASTS this size locked in a bearhug?!! Has had me hard & dripping since I saw it!! Let me know what you all think!! Cheers, Tristan

So happy I found this one again. What an awesome chapter

... just like you destroyed our relationship! ====================================================== I feel some angry sex is about to happen. Did I mention I love superhuman, no holds barred, building destroying sex? lol

@Weyst AHHHH, thank you!

Awww, shucks! You're gonna make me all bashful and stuff. I just wanna highlight my favorite things about your great stories. (Had to look up, what "OTT" meant and it fits Cody to a T!)

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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.