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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!

Haha this is great. The meta-ness makes it extra fun. Poor Mr. Skreet! I hope nothing bad happens to him.

This story is EPIC! Hope it continues

Jealosy is a dangerous feeling and herre we are with Harris that even after everything he has seen its still in denial about what he really feels and Rhys sees through that. He tried so hard to like Harris and the guy didnt meet him half way now here are teh consequences

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?