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  1. When I first got married, I didn’t think much about my wife having a son who was a big jock. I’d been a geeky guy since I was a kid, so there had been jocks who had been a source of pain for me, either through embarrassment or humiliation or dismissiveness. I hated the cocky, self-entitled arrogance that often defined their personalities. Not every jock was that way, but my new stepson Max was. He was away at college in another state, so I’d only met him a couple of times, but that was enough to see what a cliché he was. He’d lettered in 3 sports all four years of high school, and had gotten a full wrestling scholarship to a big ten university. He was unnervingly handsome, and he knew it. Even pictures of him as a kid showed the cocky smirk and athletic shape. He was already 6 feet tall when he started high school, and then his sports training turned him into a young Adonis, with muscle on top of muscle. His father, my wife’s ex husband, had been a semi professional boxer. He was a real charmer, and had gotten Max’s mom pregnant when she was 15. He also had a bad temper with a short fuse, and was currently in prison, serving out a 20 year sentence for assault with a deadly weapon, which were his fists. Max idolized him. I was the opposite of him. I’d had asthma as a kid, and my lung capacity never fully developed. I hated gym class. I wore thick glasses. I was 5’6” and 180lbs of chub. But I excelled scholastically, and went to MIT. I founded a software company before I graduated, and had recently sold it for $200 million dollars. I’m pretty sure my wife was attracted to me because I was the complete opposite of her ex. That and the 200 mill. I highly doubt that I was as good as her ex in bed, but she was good at faking her enjoyment, and most likely had to think of her ex to achieve orgasm. Women do get worked up for those bad boys. Meanwhile, my wife tells me that Max, the prototype bad boy, was going to be living with us for the summer between his junior and senior year. He’d gotten a job with a modeling agency in the city. Of course he had. Why not feed his ego even more. “Oh come on,” I said. “The kid hates me.” “No he doesn’t. It’s just, well you know how teenagers are.” “He’s 21.” “Ok, but he won’t be around much anyway. Besides, he’s just shy around you.” Even she laughed at that one. Shyness was not one of Max’s traits. I decided that I had to do something to even out the playing field in the two months before Max came home. One day, I was driving by a strip mall in town, and had seen a sign for a place called Men’s Longevity and Hormone Therapy Clinic. So I went back there, and found the clinic at the end of the strip. It was a small storefront with tinted windows. I got out of the car and went to the door, half expecting it to be locked. But it opened and I went inside. The waiting room was empty, so I went up to the counter. I waited for a bit, and was about to leave, when a man came out from the back. He was a distinguished looking guy, of about my age of 36. “Can I help you?” he asked. “I’d like to get some information on what you do here,” I answered. “Just like the sign says. Extend your longevity and adjust your hormone levels. What is it that you’d like to achieve?” “I’d like to live forever and look like Henry Cavill while I’m doing it,” I said. The man chuckled. “Don’t we all. Here, fill out these forms, and I’ll be back in a minute.” He handed me a clipboard and a pen and went into the back. I filled out the forms. When he came back out, he had on a white lab coat. He took the clipboard and said “Follow me to the exam room.” As we went down a short hallway, he said, “I’m Dr. Lazarus, by the way. This is my clinic. I just open it two months ago as a side venture from my normal practice.” “Oh,” I said. “Interesting. What kind of a doctor are you?” “I’m an endocrinologist. Here we go, step right inside.” He motioned me into a the exam room. I took a seat as he looked over my forms. “Ok, Charles. Do you go by Charles?” “Charlie is fine.” Ok, Charlie. So, I see here that you have sex about once a week. Is that enough for you?” “Honestly, once a day would be better.” “I can get you there. And at your height, 180lbs is considered obese, especially in your condition. Would you like to fix that?” Ouch. “Sure.” “Ok then. I offer three levels of service. The first is to put you on a vitamin regiment with some natural herbs. The second would add a weekly dose of testosterone to that. The premium service that involves daily injections. That puts a lot of people off. It’s also quite a bit more expensive. That puts people off, too, but if that Tesla that’s parked out front is yours, I’m guessing money is not an issue?” “No, money’s not a problem. I want the premium. What does it involve?” “I’ll put you on a weekly dose of follistan-344. Are you familiar with it?” “No.” “It’s a myostatin inhibitor.” “Ok, still not familiar.” “It will allow your body to add muscle at an unprecedented rate. On top of that, there will be daily injections of human growth hormone. And perhaps some testosterone, depending on how you respond. I can guarantee that your pear-shaped upper body will transform dramatically. Ouch again. “How long will it take to see a difference?” “Every body reacts at different speeds. Many people see results almost immediately.” “Do I have to workout, like, a lot?” “I can see that working out is not a priority for you, and to be honest, you’ll see improvements in your physique without it, but what you’ll find is that you’ll have much more energy than normal, so working out might be more enjoyable for you, and your results will be somewhat dramatic. I’d suggest starting out slowly, with bodyweight exercises like push-ups and pull-ups, or you can use a bench to assist your pull-ups at first, and do push-ups with your knees on the ground to start, and see how you feel.” “Are there risks, or side effects?” “There are risks to everything, don’t you agree? The worst I’ve seen has been joint pain and muscle aches. Maybe a slight fever. And a big increase in appetite. Also, an overactive sex drive. But I will be monitoring your blood work the whole time. And you can do stretches or some yoga for the aches and pains, that’s a normal reaction to your body’s changes.” “Let’s do it. I wanna get jacked. When do I start?” The doctor laughed. “We can start today.” “Wow. Ok then.” “Would you mind letting me take a shirtless picture of you, so I have a visual record of your progress? “ “Um, ok, I guess. I’m a little camera-shy.” “I understand. I can blur your face, if that makes you more comfortable.” “Ok.” I took off my shirt, and he took three pictures of me, front, side and back. I quickly put my shirt back on. The doctor drew some blood, then prepared two syringes. “This is the follistatin. This is the hgh. I’ll inject you with the hgh first, it’s the smallest gauge needle, so it helps accustom you to getting pinned.” He had me pull up my shirt, and he wiped my skin with an alcohol pad. Then he put the needle into my lower abdomen. It took less than a second and I barely felt a thing. “Now the follistatin. Just lower your pants a little, I’ll be injecting this into the side of your buttocks.” This injection took a little longer and stung a bit, but not badly. “Where’s the testosterone?” “You want to start that now, too? You are a risk taker. Good. I like that. Pull up your sleeve for me please.” I pulled my shirt sleeve up as he turned and took a vial out of the glass cabinet on the wall. He inserted a syringe into the vial and partially filled it. Then he took off the needle and replaced it with another one. “Why did you switch needles?” I asked. “Since testosterone is oil based, it’s somewhat thick. I use a larger gauge to fill the syringe, to save time. Then I put a thinner needle on for the injection so it’s not as painful. I’ll show all this to you so you can self-inject at home.” He wiped my shoulder down, then stuck me. This one stung a bit. And it took awhile for the oil to go in. My brow broke out in sweat by the time he was done. “Ow,” I said. “I know. Stings a little,” as he wiped the injection site with another alcohol pad, and rubbed the site with his fingers. “But so worth it. And at least it’s only once a week. Your shoulder might be sore for a day or two, that’s normal. Now let’s go to my office, and I’ll get a home kit ready for you.” We went to his office, where he ran me thru a quick tutorial on self injection and reconstituting the hgh. Then he put together my kit. I gave him my black American Express card. He was impressed by that. Many people are. He told me to call or text him anytime, day or night, and that he could make house calls if I’d like. We finished up by making an appointment for next month, and I headed for home. When I got there, I went to the lower level of the house. The previous owner had installed a full gym and left it when he moved out. I’d barely ever come down here. It would be considered the basement level of most houses, but because of the slope of the property, one whole wall was floor to ceiling windows and sliders. My wife liked coming down here to use the Peloton bike and enjoy a view of the grounds and the lake in the distance. I went over to the pull-up bar and tried to do a pull-up. I couldn’t do one. Fucking embarrassing. I pulled a bench over and, like the doc had suggested, used it to assist me. I rested my feet on it and was able to do 6 pull-ups, although by the last two I was mostly standing on the bench and going up and down. Then I tried to do push-ups. Again, I couldn’t do one. I lowered myself to my knees and was able to do 8. Ok, at least it was something. I waited a minute, then did 8 more. After that, I did another 8. Then I did some more assisted pull-ups. It was the most I’d worked out since high school gym class. I had to admit, it felt kind of good. I went over to the weight rack and picked up the lightest dumbbells, 15lbs each. I was able to do quite of few reps, but my left shoulder was still sore from the injection. The lifting seemed to help work out the pain, though, so I did a few more sets. Sets and reps, terms I only knew from reading Men’s Health magazine. What a jock I was already. Not. I decided not to overdo it on my first day, so I went and took a shower. When I got out, I looked at myself in the mirror. Was that a vein popping out at the crook of my elbow? On both arms? I admired them for a second, but then realized that I was hungrier than I’d ever been in my life. Today was the cook’s night off, so I called the local Japanese restaurant and ordered a bunch of sushi rolls for delivery. But then I couldn’t wait, so I went to the refrigerator and ate half a rotisserie chicken with my bare hands. I’d never tasted such good chicken, so I ate the other half. After that, I realized how horny I was. I texted my wife and told her to hurry home from her volunteer job at the museum. When she got home, I lured her up to the bedroom, and seduced her. Over and over. The best we’d ever had, and I could tell by the noises she was making that she wasn’t faking it, or thinking of her ex, because she kept yelling out my name. I seemed to have acquired a new level of sexual prowess. My reaction to my new regiment was happening fast.
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  2. At this point I can firmly say the forums are back up and running. It has been a long past couple of months but we are excited to announce that all the content that was lost four months ago is finally back it its proper place. It has been a difficult past couple of months with dealing with a pieced together broken database import, and moving hundreds of gigabytes around. What is here? Everything is here, this forum is a recovery from January 4th, 2022. Any content posted from January 5th, 2022 to May 4th, 2022 does not exist on this forums. If you had gallery images, blog posts, stories posted, clubs joined - everything is here right where you left it. This version of the forums even has a lot of bug fixes from the previous forums where embedded images were broken or simply not displayed. I want to give a huge shoutout to MassiveMuscleMass in the Discord server for giving me a helping hand testing everything and helping bring this version of the forums back online. What is not here? Like I stated before, the only things not here is any content posted between January 5th to May 4th, 2022. Can I recover my content between January 5th and May 4th, 2022? Yes you can, however you must do it quick. Due to enormity of the costs it burdens to host hundreds of gigabytes of data we can not keep the old forums up and running for very long. From the publishing of this post, you have just over 7 weeks to go to the old forums and download any images or content that is not here. After July 1st I will destroy the server and the object storage server hosting the website and images. Where is the old forums? You can visit the old forums at old.musclegrowth.net. If you can't login try resetting your password. If you still need help see the next question below. What if I need help? We can offer limited support help through opening a support ticket. So how is this new infrastructure better than the old? We are doing it "right" this time. For all you tech nerds out there, the forums is now hosted on a virtual server that is backed up weekly, our database is now in a managed MySQL cluster with automated failure protection and daily backups to a replicated host, additional all images are now hosted in a content delivery network (CDN) which takes the burden of serving images from the virtual server and distributes it among a global infrastructure. All of this combined ensures we have multiple redundancies and no single point of failure. And if we were to go down it would only minutes to be back up and running with nearly zero data loss. In closing I want to thank all the wonderful beta testers on the forums for all that they did to help out, especially MassiveMuscleMass! I've learned a lot from what happened and I am committed to not letting it happen again.
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  3. Uncle H - The Day Oh god… look how HUGEEEEEE he is!! Way bigger than last Summer for sure! How can someone his age be this MASSIVE? Look at the size of his muscles! Every detail of his body, including that giant manhood inside his posers, is BULGING. I’m trapped inside again, seeing my hulking uncle workout. Is all he does 24/7, down here at his basement gym… - What do you think kid? The angle is right? – asks my herculean uncle hitting another massive double bicep pose I swear he knows about me… He must! Maybe he found my stash of cum covered muscle mags or maybe the way I just drool over his muscles everytime he flexes. I can see it in his eyes when he gives me that cocky little smirk after he catches me salivating over his powerful body. - Oh yeah!! Your uncle is growing again… - Oh god… - Yes… You like it don’t you? You think I’m big enough yet? - I… I think you are one of the most muscular man I ever seen! - One of?? …. Take a look at this! He hits pose after pose, his muscles bursting, my boner throbbing, that evil grin he gives me. He knows that I am a little faggot who want's nothing more than worship his huge mature muscles and have that big fat cock stuffed tight in my ass. He's been doing this for years, since first time my parents sent me to his house for some Summer Holidays. For the past years he's been exposing his hulking muscled body in front of me every chance he gets in not just super tight clothing but in briefs and posing trunks. Boning up and flexing as hard as he can, just waiting for me to lose control! My parents think it’s a good idea for me to stay with my uncle every Summer, away from the noisy city, embracing the Countryside… But oh god, they have no idea what’s going on… Even now while he's doing his bodybuilding routine, looking over every now and then to see and snicker at my expression. I know he's about to say it, he taunts me like this every time - Your uncle's getting pretty freaky isn't he? Before I can even speak he flexes his gigantic arms up in the air again, armpits so deep, making me drool like a dog over those 2 huge 24 inch plus biceps. - Oh yeah, look at me !! 72yo and HUGE like a BULL!! - Uncle H !! You are… you are a HULK!! - You bet I am kid. So no, i´m not one of the biggest man you ever seen. I am the biggest man!! And at my age? Nobody compares!! NOBODY!!! He's just standing there holding the pose and snickering hysterically. I know he sees my raging hard on. He starts pumping his arms over and over, getting really into it, really letting himself get turned on by his own massive size. I look down and see his cock boning up faster and faster, throbbing massively inside his posers. I don't think anyone loves their own muscles more like he does, he is always boning up over them, he can't get enough of them! He doesn’t stop getting bigger and bigger, torturing me more and more. He'll soon become the ultimate muscle freak, my ultimate wet dream, I don't know how much longer I can take this… - At this rate I will never stop competing! I just keep getting bigger and BIGGER with age!! Fuck yeahhhhhhhhhhhh!! GGGRRRRrrrrrrrrrr… His posers are freaky tight now, his body is so freaky and massive, dripping with so much power. Oh god please stop, my cock... its jerking itself inside my pants, Its only a matter of time before… - "Ugnnn" Oh fuck I'm cumming… I'm fucking creaming myself over my hulking uncle right in front of him!! I quickly cover the front of my jeans with my hands before the wet spot forms, but I can hear his growing laugh. I turn to see him hitting a most muscular pose, looking really fucking huge, bigger than I have ever seen him before. His cock is throbbing rock hard now, spewing so much precum inside his now almost destroyed posers! Shit he must be horny, he never took it this far before!! His posers are gonna explode with his monster horse cock and aching testicles which look like fucking softballs. I suddenly see my monstrous uncle hit another pose, those mammoth veiny pecs of his heaving wider and thicker, almost like they were growing. My uncle laughed at my jaw dropping reaction and raised his arms up into the air before hitting another mind blowing pose. With a loud explosion of sound his posers blew apart unleashing his monstrous fat anaconda for me to see. Oh fuck is HUGE, no, bigger than HUGE!! I've never seen someone so wide, freakishly packed with muscle and hung before!! How was my 72yo uncle doing this!! Oh god no… its happening again, I can't control myself, he's just so FREAKYYYY… - "UGnnn" This time I can't hold it and began to moan, neck thrown back, body shuttering, there was no hiding it this time. My bucking hips pushed my hands off my crotch letting uncle H look upon my throbbing boyhood, creating a giant second wet spot on my jeans. I heard uncle's laughter grow in volume, deepen in pitch… - Whats the matter? All This muscle turning you into a little faggot!!? Haha… finally… Oh fuck I knew it, he's totally doing this on purpose!! My Mind was racing with fearful confusion as to what he was planning when he began to haul his overly muscled arms up into the air, slowly going into a massive pose again!! His two biceps pumped bigger than his head, roped in so many veins!! Shit look at those forearms, I just wanna lick them. Fuck he's starting to shake now, he's really holding the pose, gritting his teeth, bulging with more muscles then I ever thought possible! Shit, why isn't he stopping?? he's starting to shake even faster now... God, looks like he's getting bigger, FUCKKKKKK! My hulking uncle wasn't just flexing anymore he was forcing himself to GROW. His legs !! Oh God his quads looked wider than my waist, covered in veins, packed with so much fucking muscle!! And his ever growing cock! Shit it was a fucking monster, looking almost as thick as my forearm, throbbing and precumming like crazy!! Uncle H just laughed and flexed his cock harder. He now stood there completely naked getting even more veiny and pumped by the second. He flexed his arms once again and grinned at his herculean size, looking back over at me, emanating a deep and booming groan from his mouth. - MMmmmm Yeah! I've been waiting for this moment for ever you bastard… I gotta admit, I thought you would give in much sooner but I guess you like em REAL FREAKY don't ya? You are perfect... With you I can go to EXTREME… - Oh god… I froze up with fear but with so much more lust… my eye's widening bigger than they ever have before, looking at the beastly muscled god before me. He flexed again and again, each time stronger than the last. - So… How freaky pumped you want me to get before you completely lose it again? I'll Keep pumping, pumping until all you can think about is worshipping my massive hulking muscular body !! I wanted to scream at the top of my lungs but all I could do was shake looking up at the shocking hulking figure coming towards me. He finally stopped only inches away from me with that gorgeous manly face. He then reached out closer and set me down in front of him and continued to flex, the smell on him was intoxicating. The view was even more arousing, I was standing less than an inch away from the biggest, most muscled, most powerful legs I have ever seen. I could see the finger sized veins pumping against the smooth solid skin. The enormous ball sack hung against the top of the thighs, connected to a cock that was now at least 10 inches long. I couldn't take it any longer, he was right, I couldn’t stop myself from giving in. I wrapped my arms around one of his pumped trunk sized legs and began kissing and licking the huge slabs of muscle. Fuck it tasted so good, it was so fucking warm, his manly smell filled my nose. I took off all my clothes and threw them to the floor. I then pressed my small body and my tiny dripping boner against his giant leg. The feeling of all that muscle pressed against me was pure bliss. I slowly made my way towards his giant sweaty ball sack, watching a river of precum flow down the middle of them from his erect shaft. Fuck, each of his testicles were the size of basketballs now. I couldn't help but hold onto one and began to lick it, along with some of his warm man juice. Thrusting my neck up into the air I looked up at the god above me. I couldn't see my uncle's face, all I saw was a huge muscled torso towering over me, bursting with immense power. I stood amazed only for a second but then immediately went back to worshipping his giant sized body, licking every inch with my tongue. I could barely reach around his legs, they were so HUGEEEEEEE - My feet, taste my huge powerful muscle feet SLAVE! Uncle H pushed me to the floor near his enormous size 14 muscle feet and I start licking them not wanting to disobey him, wanting to please him in every way possible. I started with the toes, one by one. My god, never I seen such wide and long feet, the powerful smell, the veins, the SIZE!! - Fucking huge muscle feet to carry my herculean body!! - Mmmmm, they taste so good… Oh god! I massaged his monster feet over and over again. They were huge, just like all his body. I lifted them off the floor and I rubbed my fingers over the hard callused bottoms of his feet, feet that could lift hundreds and hundreds of pounds of weight. I licked them more and more, his huge size 14 feet that were twice as wide as mine and thick with muscle and veins. I was groaning with pleasure as I ravished his huge feet and his monster legs. I then grabbed the huge thighs actually feeling them bulge against my hands licking the calves which were bigger than my own thigh. I heard the giant snicker with his boomy voice actually feeling it tremble through his body. - YES! WORSHIP ME, WORSHIP YOUR BEASTLY UNCLE!! Huncle H slowly laid down on top of the floor and spread his legs nice and wide, balls dropping to the ground. He was nothing more than a colossal mountain of muscle with an even more freaky horse fat cock. I had to actually climb up onto his hulking legs and crawl up onto his huge sweaty torso. His cock was now almost touching his hulking pecs. I had never seen anything so huge before!! Wanting to taste his precum some more, I crawled to where the giant piss hole was. My uncle groaned a little as I wrapped my hands around the enormous throbbing head, pushing my entire face into his penis hole. I started to slurp and suck. Fuck, it was so warm and sweet, there was nothing else like it! God I was so fucking tiny compared to him. - Keep going Slave, drink my roided muscle juice… His voice bellowed in my ears… I couldn't disobey him. I pulled his cock again and started to slurp and suck again. - Fuck yeah kid, nice job. Now lets hulkout my body EVEN MORE!! Even more!! … He stood up, moved to underneath a huge Olympic bar loaded with 8 huge plates and grabbed it. He took a few deep breaths and pushed up. With a creaking of metal my giant uncle pumped out ten reps slowly, his pecs expanding larger with each thrust. The bar heaved up and down, creaking with the force of my uncle's power as he lifted the tons of metal into the air. I was so turned on I thought I'd cum again at any moment. I started stroking my hard dick again while I watched the muscle freak pump himself even larger, even stronger. He grunted louder as his growing pecs exploded more, huge mountains of rock hard, pulsing muscle. Finally, after 50 reps he let the bar down and stood up. He looked down over the massive muscle, flexing it and feeling it. - Come here boy, feel this pump!! I moved toward him and put my hands over his pecs which twitched and pulsed with power. I squeezed the hard pecs and uncle groaned throwing his head back showing his massive neck and traps. He tightened his fists and his biceps and shoulders bulged huge and striated. - Uncle H! OMG you're so fucking huge - I screamed I ran my hands over his mass feeling every muscle and grinding my hard dick into his monster thigh again. He loved my attention and tightened the muscles that I touched. - I am the biggest hulk this world has ever seen!! - Yes you are! The most gigantic muscle freak in this world !! - Mmmmm… now you will feel my longest muscle deep inside you… I moved towards him and he thrust his huge veiny cock between my thighs. I felt the thickness of it as he pushed forward. - Im gonna lift you on my big dong! His cock felt like a hot metal bar, it was hard as steel. I allowed my weight to press it down, but it barely moved. Then he flexed his massive dick and grinned. I was lifted up and down, over and over by his huge muscle dick! He struck a double biceps pose and I held on as he continued to flex his huge dick between my legs. My own cock was throbbing against his thick, rock-hard 8 pack abs and my hands explored his huge muscles, hulking pecs, traps like mountains, shoulders as broad as a house, neck like a bull. - RIDE THIS FUCKIN MUSCLE COCK! FEEL WHAT A REAL MAN'S LIKE! YEAH! - Yeah! Show me how freaky you are uncle H!! We necked and he held me straddled on his dick for a couple of minutes. I moved back and forth over his now 12 inch long prick and he groaned in pleasure as I jacked his dick between my thighs. Soon I could feel my cock ready to shoot again. - Please hit a double bicep uncle H! I'm gonna shoot… He held up his arms in a massive double biceps pose and I grabbed those hulking peaks!! Without touching myself, I squeezed those monsters and shot another huge hot load over his freaky monster muscles. - Fuck yeah kid, those balls will dry after all those loads! Now smear that cum all over my monster biceps! I rubbed the hot jism over his massive peaks and he thrust harder between my legs, his eyes fixed on my hands spreading the cum into his mega pumped cannons. Then he set me off his MONSTER dick - Time to play with your virgin hole kid!! I didn't know what terrified me more. The fact that my uncle was about to fuck me with his monster cock or the fact that he was actually greatly turned on by all this. - You fucking want this so bad, don't you? - my uncle asked - Yes sir!! You are a GOD, a muscle GOD!! Uncle´s massive body was glistening with sweat, his rippling abs were stacked like eight bricks in his stomach. My eyes were drawn down beyond that to the monster cock throbbing between his massive thighs. - It will not be easy, but I will take care of you… We didn’t need a bed, the gym floor was perfect. I reached up and ran my hands on uncle's abs again, my small fingers tracing over the thick grooves between each muscle. - Yeah… – uncle H breathed, his dick precuming even more My hands ran down his abs until i reached the base of his enormous dick - Go ahead. Touch it again. - he grunted, trusting his hips forward. I slowly wrapped my hands around his monster cock, shocked by the incredible size. Not only was it more than a foot long monster, it was freaky thick as well! - Yeah, you like that monster dick? – Uncle H brought one of his gargantuan arms up to his face and started kissing and licking the rock solid peak, grunting in pleasure the entire time. While my uncle was worshiping one arm, i started stroking that bull, causing him to gasp in pleasure. - You love this muscle beast, don't you? And this muscle beast needs to FUCK !!! – uncle H stated, throwing my legs up and exposing my ass. - Please huge hulk, You're so huge… - THE BIGGEST! - he slicked his fingers up with his precum and shoved a thick one inside of my ass I gasped loudly, taken by surprise at the sudden intrusion. The muscle beast looked at me and slipped another finger in, causing me to gasp again. I had never done anything like this with a real man, let alone with the most herculean beast of this world. But the two thick muscle fingers reaching inside me felt incredible, and even though the voice in my head was begging for it to end, my body was craving something even bigger inside. - You ready to be fucked by the ALPHA MUSCLE GOD? – uncle H groaned, rubbing the thick head against my tight opening. I was terrified of what uncle's cock would do to my virgin ass, but i wanted it so bad… - Yes sir! - And I want you to see my hulking body flex as I wreck you! He looked down and gave me a sexy smirk before pushing the head of his cock inside. I cried out loudly, as he pressed his giant muscled body on top of me. After he let me adjust to the blunt head, he slid more in slowly. I buried my face between my uncle´s hulking pecs as my ass was stretched painfully by such a large piece of meat. - OH GODDDDDD, It's so HUGEEEEEE - i screamed - Just like the rest of me! – uncle H boasted, pressing more of his weight into me. His colossal chest was as broad as my shoulders, meaning that the rest of his body completely engulfed my much smaller frame. I couldn't help but moan and wimper pathetically while my herculean uncle continued to stretch out my hole - YEAHHHHH!! BIGGERRRRRR!! And I will grow even more!! He reached for a pair of dumbbells on the floor and started curling them. The biceps bulged and lengthened as he curled them. His shoulders expanded even more and veins started pumping blood faster, getting thick as his muscles blew out of proportion. He gritted his teeth and pumped out 20 reps, grunting with each lift, his monster cock growing even freakier inside me… - You see!! You see THIS kid !!! Im a MUSCLE GODDDDDD - Mmmmmm, pleaseeeeeeee uncle H!! Its too much for me !!! - YEAHHHHHHHHHHH, LOOK AT MY MUSCLES! OVER 26 INCH BICEPS!! - Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh My hulking naked uncle was totally possessed by POWER. His pecs expanding, his biceps growing larger and harder, his big forearms bulging, his thick quads getting immense… - GOTTA GET FREAKY FOR YOU !! He hefted the dumbbells up and down even faster, muscles bulging, growing, getting freakier and bigger. Then he stopped, his lats spread way out at his sides, freakish, pumped globes of biceps, heaving shoulders, thick hard neck, veins steaming under the man flesh. Sweat poured off his hulking body, dripping all over me… - Oh GOD!! I cant take it… much longer… - FEEL MY COCK GROW INSIDE YOU AS I HIT THIS MASSIVE MOST MUSCULAR POSE!! CUMMMMMM!! GRRRrrrrrrrrrrrrrr… The beast flexed again and his monster, thick manhood lifted my whole body! Then my uncle raised an arm and brought his bicep next to his head, running his tongue all over it, worshipping his own colossal body, as I stand there in the air, impaled by that unhuman pulsing shaft… - Pleaseeeeee uncle H… IM GONNAAAAAAA… !! - GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!! I could hardly breathe… The pain was intense and my uncle was just a MUSCLE ANIMAL now - FUCK YEAH KID!! SEE? IM TOO MUCH FOR YOU!! - Im sorry… im… I cant, I … you will kill me!! On the floor again, he forced his entire cock inside my asshole. Tears began flowing down my face, I was in pain with uncle's monster cock all the way up my ass. He didn't stop there, he continue to pound my ass plugging his cock in and out of my asshole. He continue to fuck me for about 10 more minutes. After a while, I started to relax, and then, I really began to enjoy the fuck. I turn to my uncle, and ask him to go all the way out of my asshole and to shove his cock all the way back in again - YOU SURE YOU ARE READY? - He smiled - WRECK ME SIR!! As soon as I said that, the hulking beast started fucking me like if I was the last piece of ass in the world! Sweat start dripping off his face and hulking bulging chest. I was jacking myself off again while this herculean god fucks and pulverize my ass. When I felt he was about to cum, I squeeze my ass really tight against his bull shaft, and he exploded and shot waves of thick roided cum up my asshole. - Fuck YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!! GRRRRRRRRRRRRRR Within seconds, I started to squirm and scream out as he kept fucking me while I shot my load all over his chest and white beard. - I love you uncle H!! - I love you too kid. And this is just the beginning…
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  4. Potential, Part 2 “The Zoo” - Chapter 2 It was a gorgeous, sunny California day, and the zoo was filled with sights and sounds of exotic plants and animals. When I entered through the public gate, I flashed my visitor’s pass, and everything was laid out exactly as Ian had described. I walked straight ahead until I passed the shuttle station and then veered left at a sign that read “Fork in the Road.” From there, I followed signs that indicated “Campo Gorilla Reserve.” Sun streamed through the overhanging leaves of palms and tropical plants, casting frond-like shadows that dappled the pavement. Visitors, mostly families with kids, massed in small groups at individual exhibits, and the animals mostly lazily lounged in the shadows or occasionally paced in the background, although occasionally some frisky juveniles would interact with the visitors or do something especially cute, and the crowd would erupt with a laugh or coo an audible “aaaawwwe.” All-in-all, it seemed to be a pretty typical zoo, although, as Ian had mentioned, it was considerably smaller than what I would have expected for a city the size of LA, and the crowds were more sparse than I would have imagined. Still, the visitors seemed happy to be there and satisfied with the exhibits, probably glad to find this refuge of calm in the middle of a city that was otherwise overstuffed with theme parks and chaos. I was just approaching Campo Gorilla Reserve and wondering how I would meet up with Ian when I spotted a grinning mountain of muscle walking my way, briefly cupping the bulge in his pants and then flexing his pecs with a bounce. The khaki uniform dress of all zoo employees did little to disguise the all kinds of sexy that this hot man exuded. He looked like sex on a stick, his big muscles bulging and churning as he walked straight toward me, his oversized tackle and bait pushed out front by the mass of his thighs, creating a lump in his pants that was hard to ignore. Just as we were approaching, I heard a young boy behind me say to his friends, “Hey, guys! There he is! There’s Ian!” Then the pounding of ten little feet as the handful of seven-year-olds passed by me on their way to touch base with their favorite zoo superhero. “Hey, Ian!” they yelled, running up to the big guy, slapping their hands on his oversized body like he was home base. “Hey guys,” he said, mussing their hair with his oversized palms. “What are you doing here today? It’s hot as blazes! I thought you’d be swimming. “ The first boy replied, “We’re going to Typhoon Lagoon later, but we wanted to see the new big gorilla first. My dad says he’s like King Kong!” Ian squatted down on his haunches, leveling his stare at the boys, and raised both eyebrows in a mock look of horror and shock, “You mean Tongo?” “Yeah, Tongo!” the four boys gleefully yelled in unison. “Tongo!” “Well I just saw Tongo less than five minutes ago. His enclosure is right over there,” he said, pointing in the direction of Campo Gorilla Reserve. “We had to put him in a special enclosure because he is so big and so strong that he was bending the bars on the usual cages.” Ian mimed pulling two bars apart, and one of the boys let out a, “Woah,” while the other boys vibrated with excitement. Then one of them asked, “Is he stronger than you, Ian?” “Well, to tell you the truth, I don’t really know, but I’m afraid he might be. He can bend bars of steel!” Then he leaned into the boys and continued in a quieter voice, as if he were sharing a secret. “The thing I’ve got going for me is that I’ve been eating my vegetables and getting lots of fresh air; so at least I’m the best I can be. I’ve also been eating bunches of spinach like Popeye; so, I might even be stronger than Tongo.” “Wow!” said another boy, and the third boy said, “Show us your muscle!” Then they all joined in chorus, “Yeah, Ian. Show us your muscle!” By this time, a small crowd of parents and kids had gathered closer to Ian to hear him hamming it up, and now everyone young and old was about to get the show of a lifetime. I checked out the crowd, and all eyes were on Ian. Everyone seemed to be holding their breath, waiting for the charismatic mountain of muscle to make his next move, hoping that he would pull back his sleeve. It seemed Ian, not Tongo, was the zoo’s main attraction, and it was Ian who loved the attention. Just then, I felt the warmth of a hand on my shoulder and a gentle squeeze of my trap. A soft, friendly voice said in my ear, “He’s truly remarkable, you know.” I turned to see who was talking to me and was pleasantly surprised to see a handsome man with twinkling eyes and a dazzling smile. “Excuse me?” “Ian, of course – remarkable,” he nodded in Ian’s direction… “but you already know that.” Just then group of small voices erupted in delight as Ian pumped his arm a few times, stretching his sleeve to its limits and diverting our attention back to the sideshow. “Okay guys,” Ian said to his fan club, “I’ve shown you mine. Now you show me yours.” The kids responded by proudly rolling back their sleeves and flexing their nearly non-existent biceps, straining and writhing as hard as they could. “Wow!” the muscle giant erupted with mock admiration. “You guys are really coming along. I can tell you’ve been spending a lot of time playing outside and getting plenty of fresh air and sunshine. It’s really important to do that every day and eat all of your vegetables and always be kind. Real men treat everyone nicely” The kids were all ears, hanging onto every word that he said. My heart swelled as I watched this man who I had originally pegged as crude and egotistical so adeptly and gently provide these kids encouragement and guidance about being healthy, good citizens. “Now you kids run along and see Tongo. I just gave him a some leaves and huge bunch of bananas. Maybe he’ll share some with you if you’re respectful and quiet.” Ian rose from his haunches, and the kids turned their attention toward Campo Gorilla Reserve, but before they continued their journey to see the big new gorilla, they said thank you to Ian, and they all waved good-bye. And like that, the sideshow was over. But I was still mesmerized. Ian turned and saw me staring at him and emphatically waved as he headed my way. “Matt!” My heart melted. Oh God. I knew this feeling. Was I really falling for Ian? Then the gentle hand on my shoulder gave a soft squeeze, and the voice repeated itself, “Truly remarkable.” I started to turn, but Ian called me again, waving, “Hey, Matt!” I waved back to acknowledge that I had seen him. Then I felt a slight sting on my neck. I swatted at what I assumed was a small biting fly or a sweat bee, but I must have missed. Nothing was there. Then I noticed that something else was missing as well. The handsome man with the dazzling smile and the twinkly eyes who had just patted my shoulder was nowhere to be seen. It was as if he had vanished. “Hey, Matt,” Ian called again. “Come this way,” he motioned for me to follow as he veered down a side path that was marked “Zoo Employees Only.” I caught up to him as we entered the cover of the dense foliage. I couldn’t resist. I grabbed his hand, spun him around and reeled him in for a kiss. He responded and kissed me back deeply. Then he stopped, grabbed my shoulders and pushed me away. He was staring at me with a mix of curiosity and concern. “What?” I asked. “You… You taste different.” “Well, I did brush my teeth before we left may apartment…” “No. It isn’t that. Look at me! Look me straight in the eyes.” I did as he said. “Your pupils are dilated. How are you feeling?” “I feel fine. I feel great!” I grabbed his thick pecs and gave them a squeeze. “In fact, if you can believe it I feel a bit horny.” He flexed in response. “Why doesn’t that surprise me?” Then it hit me. I began to feel uncomfortably warm, and I thought I might vomit. “You sure you’re okay? You look a little green in the gills.” Then I started to sweat, and my whole body shuddered. It was like a small seizure. I felt panic and fear. “Ian, what’s going on!” He held me up by the shoulders and said, “Don’t worry, Kid. I got you.” Then he spun me around and pulled down my collar. “Fuck!” “What?” “He already dosed you! That sneaky little fuck dosed you right out in the open.” “Who? Dosed me with what?” “The Doc!” “Dosed me with what, Ian!” “Christ! I don’t know! Nobody knows. He calls it ‘The Catalyst,’ and he doses us all with it. He says it realizes potential.” Another wave of nausea passed. “I don’t feel very good.” “That’s expected. The first time is awful, but believe me, you’re gonna be fine. In fact, you’re gonne be better than fine, but right now we need to get you inside.” “Inside?” “Yeah, you’re not gonna feel very good until you lie down, and then I gotta fuck you.” “What?” “Well, I’m assuming… The Doc left you with me; so I’m guessing he made me your trigger.” “My trigger?” “Yeah. Don’t worry about it right now, Kid. You ask too many questions. Just leave it to me.” He tipped my chin up and kissed me softly on the lips. “I’m gonna take care of you.” I looked into his eyes, and the world started to tumble. “I think I’m going to pass out.” He tightened his grip on my shoulders. “Go ahead, Kid. I gotcha. Just let it happen. I gotcha.” I trusted this man who was so great with the kids; so, I relinquished control, and everything faded to black…
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  5. After a very long time and a few other stories in-between, I decided to revisit this one. I hope you like this new chapter. Chapter 9 Bruce knew he was in the hospital but that was about the extent of it. He passed in and out of consciousness. When he was briefly awake, he felt tremendous pain. He was aware of not being alone but time meant nothing to him. In his cloudy haze he picked up snippets of words. “He’s huge!” “He was awake again and screaming.” “He bent the bed rail again.” “Who could hurt someone this massive?” It was dark in the room when he finally woke up. His shoulder was throbbing, his leg was sore and his head was pounding. As memories flooded back to him, Bruce felt anger boiling inside. He tried to sit up but immediately discovered he could barely move. “Woah, easy there. Don’t try to move.” Said a deep voice from beside the bed, hidden in the shadows. “What’s happening, where am I? Who are you?” “Relax Bruce. You are at All Saint’s Hospital, you were found in the parking lot a week ago. You were unconscious with serious damage to your shoulder and leg; not to mention a severe concussion. Surgery repaired your shoulder and your leg will heal in time. The head injury will take longer however. I’m Dr. Steven Clark, I’ve been handling your care.” There was the sound of a chair being dragged closer to the bed, near the foot so Bruce could see. Out of the shadows, Dr. Clark emerged. The dim light and oversized white lab coat could not hide his obvious size. He sat in the chair and Bruce thought he heard the unmistakable sound of fabric starting to tear. “You’ve been barely conscious since you arrived but when you have been awake, you’ve been exhibiting some peculiar behaviour. Who’s Andy?” Hearing the name caused Bruce to erupt. He gripped the metal rail beside the bed and started to twist with all his might. The sound of screeching metal filled the room. “I”M GOING TO KILL THAT FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT!” Bruce screamed. Dr. Clark sprang for the chair and placed his hands on Bruce’s shoulders and with surprisingly little effort, restrained Bruce. “Easy, easy! You need to stay calm.” “Don’t EVER say that name again!” “Ok, ok. It’s ok.” “It’s far from ok Doc. I need to get out of here.” “Bruce, you are in no shape to go anywhere. Just let me help you get better.” Bruce let his head fall back onto the pillow but his anger had not subsided. “Can I ask you something Bruce?” “Whatever, Doc.” “Steven. How did this happen?” “What do you mean?” Bruce asked. “How did a massive specimen of a man like you end up here.” Bruce looked up at Steven and for the first time, glanced down to see that he was only wearing boxers. His massive body was fully exposed. “We don’t have gowns big enough for you and you keep kicking off the bed sheets.” “It’s fine.” Bruce said. “We don’t get many 375lb people here that aren’t obese.” “375!” Bruce yelled in horror. “Yes, we weighed you yesterday.” Dr. Clark said glancing at Bruce’s chart. “NO! That can’t be right!” “What’s wrong?” “That’s too small! How could I be that small so soon!” “Small?! Bruce, you’re far from small. Believe me, I know big and you are one of the biggest I’ve ever seen.” “You don’t get it Doc. I was bigger. I was 390lb last week and it wasn’t enough. They still… No! I can’t be getting smaller.” Bruce yelled with panic in his voice. Suddenly it was all too much for him and he started to weep uncontrollably. Before he knew it, he was telling the doctor the whole story. About his encounter with Andy and Mitch, the two men trying to restrain him, his assault on Mitch, Andy discovering his stash of gear and Andy’s brutal attack that landed him in the hospital. By the end, Bruce was gasping for breath and felt like his heart was going to burst out of his chest. His eyes were closed and when he opened them, Dr. Clark was standing beside him with a hand on his shoulder. Bruce looked up at the doctor who gave him a tight squeeze. “Wow! That was quite the story.” Suddenly Bruce realized what he had done, blabbing about everything to a complete stranger. He felt panicked and it showed. “Stay Calm Bruce. It’s ok. We all have a story. Besides, I’m your doctor, I can’t repeat anything you tell me.” He said a gave Bruce a warm, caring smile. Sensing Bruce was calming down, he moved back to his chair and removed his lab coat. Underneath, he wore a plain black polo shirt that was stretched across his large pecs and shoulders. His exposed arms flexed and twitched as he sat back down. “390 is an incredible weight Bruce. I’ve worked very hard to reach 245lb. I can only image what it’s taken for you to reach that size.” “Well, it doesn’t matter now does it? I’m already so fucking small and I continue to shrink while I’m stuck in here.” Bruce said, slamming his fist into the mattress. “I wouldn’t say that.” Dr. Clark said. “What do you mean?” “It’s no secret I’m into bodybuilding,” Dr. Clark said and involuntarily flexed his arms, “but like I said, I’ve never meet anyone as big as you. After hearing your story, for some reason, I want to help you not only get healthy again, I want to help you get bigger.” “What reason?” Bruce asked. Dr. Clark took a moment to speak. He straightened in his chair, causing his pecs to flex under his shirt’s fabric. He looked momentarily nervous before he spoke. “It’s more than bodybuilding. I-I-I’ve always had an obsession with muscle and power. When I was a skinny kid, I dreamt of the day I was 200lbs. When I reached 200lbs, I only wanted more. Hell, one of the reasons I became a doctor was to gain the knowledge I needed to get even bigger. No, not bigger, MASSIVE. When I first saw you I thought I was dreaming, you were are so massive. That’s all I’ve ever wanted. But hearing your story made me realize that it’s more than the size I want, I want the POWER. I want to be so massive and strong, an army couldn’t stop me. This was always something private, something I never shared because I didn’t think anyone else felt the same but here I am looking at you and I know you feel the same.” Bruce could only stare, mouth open. “So, I’ll get you healthy but then I’ll help you get bigger. WAY BIGGER.” Dr. Clark’s gaze moved to Bruce’s crotch where his rock-hard cock stretched the fabric of his boxers. “Looks like you like my offer.” Dr. Clark said as he reached for his own, equally hard dick. “Fuck yeah Doc. I want you to help me get huge, MASSIVE, MONSTROUS!” “Then we better get started.” The Doctor said as his hand gripped Bruce’s raging hard-on. --- Andy let the massive weights tumble to the ground at his feet. He stumbled back, breathing heavily. He wiped the sweat from his eyes and stared at his reflection in the mirror. The body reflected back was barely recognizable to him. Three months ago he discovered the remarkable effect Bruce’s steroids had on his body. In just that first day, he gained an astounding 27lbs. Thinking back now, Andy still could not believe that was even possible. It was like something straight out of science fiction. Fortunately, it was all but true. Over the next three months, Andy’s dedication to the gym could only be described as manic. He woke at 5 a.m. and worked out until well past noon. He would eat and sleep for a few hours and return to the gym for another 4-5 hour workout. Bruce’s gear gave him more energy than he had ever had. His recovery time was shockingly fast and his metabolism was off the charts. Andy raised his arms over his head and placed them behind his neck. With visible strain on his face, he crunched his abs and tilted his hips. Instantly his midsection contorted into a grotesque network of muscle and veins. His eight abdominal muscles flexed; each appearing to solidify into a substance harder than metal. Each individual muscle fibre was clearly visible. Andy lowered one hand and caressed his flexed abs. He let out a low groan as he felt the denseness of the muscles. He ran his fingers along the deep groves between each muscle, marvelling at how deep his fingers slid in. Andy’s self admiration was interrupted by a gasp coming from the front desk of the gym. He dropped to pose and looked to see the buff college kid working at the front desk covering his mouth and looking like he was about to puke. “Sorry Brent; getting a good pump today.” Andy said. Brent’s face was white as a sheet and he could only mutter, “gross.” Andy laughed, “gross? I know. I’m a fucking grotesque freak of nature.” He said proudly. “Sorry Brent but your reaction just gets be hard. I love seeing people freak out at the sight of me. You should try to get used to it too because I’m not done yet. If you think this is gross, just wait.” Brent couldn’t hold it back any more, he bent over and puked the contents of his stomach all over the floor. Andy redirected his attention to his workout. After two more hours of intense lifting, he went upstairs to shower and eat. “Mitch?” Andy called when he reached the top of the stairs. “In here,” Mitch replied from the kitchen. As Andy waddled towards Mitch, he couldn’t help but feel rage boiling in his veins. He saw flashes of Bruce’s brutal assault on the man he loved. Mitch tried to hide it but Andy knew it still affected him. He still worked out harder than most men but his heart wasn’t in it like before. Andy waddled towards Mitch and wrapped his arms around him. With no visible effort, hoisted Mitch up and placed him of the kitchen counter.:: “Good pump? You look ridiculous,” Mitch commented and caressed Andy’s sweaty skin. Andy kissed Mitch “Great. Poor Brent puked again. Kid’s really not a fan of my body” “His loss.” Mitch replied and started to stroke his hardening cock. “You got that right.” Andy said and also started to grope Mitch’s cock. “My boy is growing so huge,” Mitch said as he continued to explore Andy’s body. Andy responded to Mitch’s touch by casually flexing his pecs. “You don’t think I’m gross do you?” He asked. “Fuck no! I think you are the sexiest man on the planet.” “Man? You still think I resemble a man?” Andy asked with a smile. “Have you ever seen a man look like this?” And with that, Andy raised his left arm and flexed it in Mitch’s face. Instantly, it erupted in size. Deep, vein covered striations appears over its entire surface. Veins, like snakes, slithered to the surface. Mitch couldn’t speak, his lust for Andy’s body took over. He leaned in and started to lick the sweat from Andy’s flexed bicep. With a moan of satisfaction, Andy straightened his arm and re-flexed. Hot cum from Mitch’s cock sprayed onto Andy’s abs. “Save some for me.” Andy said and lifted Mitch off the counter and slid his leaking cock into his mouth. With barely any resistance, Andy maneuvered Mitch’s body like he was licking an ice cream cone. After he sucked Mitch dry, he lowered him back to the floor. “My god Andy, you are so HUGE!” Andy chuckled, “you mean little ol’ me? I’m tiny.” Mitch doubled over with laughter, “how tiny?” He managed to get out. Andy squared his shoulders and flared his lats “345 this morning but after that workout, I bet it’s more like 350.” He said. Mitch could only stare with his mouth open. “70lbs in three months!” “I know! That gear Bruce was using was MADE for me. I still can’t believe how fucking huge I’m getting. Just look at this!” Andy replied and hit a most muscular pose. His monstrously body erupted in size. Any visible gap between his body parts disappeared. His shoulders inflated to well-surpass his height. His traps rose to press his ears to the sides of his face. His pecs grew to astronomical size until they nearly engulfed his head. His pumped arms grew and contorted into a mind-boggling display of mutated flesh. His small waist appeared to shrink as it simultaneously flexed. His gargantuan thighs pushed each other apart to accommodate their individual girth. Even with his legs spread far apart, his calves almost touched. As if his inhumanly massive body wasn’t shocking enough, Andy’s extreme conditioning was on a whole other level. The harder he flexed, the more veins appeared. There wasn’t an inch of flesh that wasn’t completely covered with thick, pulsing veins. “Look at me Mitch! Look at all this muscle! I know I’m a grotesque freak of nature and I LOVE it.” He managed through gritted teeth. With one more titanic effort, he was able to flex even harder. “Just flexing makes me grow! I can feel new mass being added by the second. Fuck Mitch this feels so incredible. I’m a fucking MONSTER!” Andy screamed and raised his head. While still flexing, he started to spray cum all over the room. He roared in ecstasy. Mitch was unable to speak. He loved how massive Andy had become; even though he knew there was no logical explanation as to why he had gained so much weight so fast. Every day, the sight of his partner’s massive body drove him crazy with desire but today he couldn’t help but wonder how much bigger Andy could get. As if sensing his thoughts Andy said “I hope I never stop growing Mitch! I want to make this body look puny!”
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  6. HUMPING IRON By Lorus “Happy birthday, son!” Ralph Braithwaite handed his son Brandon the keys to a brand new Ferrari 458 before hugging him like the spoiled brat he was. The Braithwaites had so much money, thanks to Ralph’s grandfather striking it rich in the oil business decades before. But that didn’t stop Ralph going on to establish one of the most profitable law firms in the country. “Oh Daddy, my very own Ferrari. How did you know I wanted that more than anything?” Brandon beamed with joy. Having grown up with affluenza, the eighteen year-old knew nothing of the value of things. But he liked owning things, especially if they were super expensive. “Oh your Dad knows these things, son. Besides, I got a good deal on it. It only set me back $287 thousand. I think your mom has something for you too. In fact, is that you coming down the massive staircase of our home in your clackety-clack Christian Louboutin heels I got for your anniversary, dearest?” Sure enough, Allegra Braithwaite flowed into the huge living room of their 120-roomed mansion, positively trembling with excitement. “Good morning to my two favourite men. And happy birthday to my baby boy.” An astute germaphobe, Allegra hated touching anyone, and simply blew her son a kiss from several feet away. She then handed him an envelope with diamond-encrusted silver tongs she used to pick up most things. “Thanks mom. You look great, by the way. Really thin,” said Brandon, accepting the envelope with gusto. He opened it and read the contents within. “Wow, my trust fund from Pop-pop has matured. I just inherited $100 million big ones. Wow. I’m so fucking rich.” The Braithwaites didn’t mind their only offspring swearing. He’d been doing it since he was able to talk, and most of the time he’d string up expletives to shoot at the cleaning staff and many governesses that couldn’t stick working for the family for more than a week or two at a time. “Well, enjoy your day, son. I have to get to the office for a major meeting with the partners. I’m thinking of buying them out of the firm, so I could be gone for a while.” That said, Ralph summarily left, grabbing a croissant flown in from Paris on his way out. “And I have a tennis lesson, darling. Fernando is fitting me in at ten-thirty, so I need my hair and nails done before I arrive on the court,” said Allegra. In fact, unbeknownst to her husband, Fernando would be “filling her in” straight after the lesson. This was Brandon’s life. His parents loved him, but spent very little time actually with him. He was about to tell them he was gay, but fuck it. He wanted to take his new toy out for a spin. He wanted to look his best and so rode the elevator up to his bedroom to select his favourite preppy shirt, bow tie, pastel shorts, and a Gucci V-neck sweater to drape around his broad shoulders. He came from a long line of wealthy, handsome men, and Brandon was no exception. He was six feet tall, with golden blonde hair combed to the side with a side part, and shaved neatly at the sides and to the nape of his neck. He had ocean blue eyes and olive skin with golden undertones. His teeth were sparkling white and perfect in every way. He was very handsome indeed. Wealthy beyond all reason, and a spoiled brat to boot. Playing tennis and sailing his yacht had helped to give him a pleasing physique. He had nice pecs and a firm, flat stomach with a few abs showing. He was a bit on the top heavy side, but he liked that a lot. He’d always dreamed of being a bodybuilder, but his rich extravagant lifestyle always got in the way of such a vocation. Unlike his on and off boyfriend Gaylord Bentley-Pugh, also a rich spoiled brat. Gaylord’s father was a rich movie producer, and so the muscle-stud had already been in several movies, usually minor roles because he couldn’t act for shit. But he had screen-god looks and had been bodybuilding for three years so far. He hadn’t yet competed in any shows, but he was considering doing one within a year or so. “I think I’ll call my gorgeous bodybuilding boyfriend Gaylord,” said Brandon, after he was fully dressed. “Hey babes. I got a sick Ferrari for my birthday… wanna go for a ride?” “Sure, honey. Did you tell them you’re gay yet?” “I was gonna, but you know they always have things to do in a heartbeat. Besides, I don’t really care if they know or not. I just inherited a fucking fortune. We should celebrate. Go for a ride in the Ferrari. Have lunch at the fanciest most expensive restaurant on the East Coast, then sun ourselves on the family yacht. Maybe have some of your bodybuilder friends aboard for a seafaring orgy!” “That sounds like the perfect birthday, Brandon. Just let me finish my chest exercises and you can swing by and pick me up in thirty, yeah?” “Sounds great, Gaylord. I love you.” *** Gaylord had to be cut out of his side of the Ferrari. His legs had been pinned under the crumpled dash when Brandon lost control of the car and careened the left side into a wall. The air bags tripped, of course, and Gaylord lost consciousness. It was Brandon’s fault. He’d had one too many Bucks Fizzes at lunch, made with a particularly strong brand of champagne. The cops on the scene breathalysed him, and found him to be over the limit. Strangely there wasn’t a scratch on him, although he insisted they take him to the emergency room as he felt himself swallow something during the accident. There was a metallic taste in his mouth, but otherwise he looked fine apart from being somewhat inebriated. The cops read him his rights and slapped cuffs on him. “You can’t arrest me, officer. My dad is Ralph Braithwaite, top attorney. He’ll make all this go away, and see that you end up working the security night shift at a rundown mall!” And that was how Brandon Braithwaite spent two hours of his birthday in a jail cell. *** Sure enough, when Ralph heard what had happened, he went straight to the police station to bail out his son. Crying in his father’s limousine afterward, Brandon worried about Gaylord. “Dad, Gaylord isn’t just my best friend. He… he’s my… boyfriend. I wanted to tell you and mom earlier, but you never have time for me. You never did.” “It’s okay, son. We already know you’re gay. We’ve always known. Well, actually Consuela Number Fifteen hinted to us that you might be when she was fluffing your pillows and found your stash of “Glory Hole Monthly” behind your headboard. Here, use my cell phone to call the hospital.” Brandon composed himself and phoned the hospital to inquire about Gaylord. Fortunately the injuries to his legs weren’t that serious, and the doctor on the phone was confident he’d make a full recovery upon referral to a plastic surgeon. “What about his bodybuilding? Will he be able to continue with that?” The doctor said that he’d need some time to recover, but that it wouldn’t be a problem for him to return to the gym eventually. Brandon breathed a sigh of relief. “I’ll make all this go away, son. No way they’ll convict you for drunk driving. I get people off on those all the time. No sweat.” Ralph patted his son on the leg and then indicated to the driver to take them home. Later that night… Brandon tossed and turned in his sleep. He couldn’t settle. He’d brushed and flossed and gargled with mouthwash, but he still couldn’t get the metallic taste out of his mouth. It was driving him crazy. His father had already ordered him another Ferrari, the other one fit for a junkyard once the police were done with it. Brandon got out of bed and rang for the butler to get up and bring him a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. “Very good sir,” said Cheedle the butler, not one bit annoyed that the spoiled brat had woken him up from a particularly spicy dream. Brandon ate the sandwich, but he still couldn’t get the taste of metal out of his mouth. He still felt hungry, ravenous actually. “Cheedle, ring for the family doctor. Get him over here pronto. If he says it’ll have to wait until tomorrow, tell him I’ll fucking destroy his reputation as a physician, like I did with the last one!” “Very good sir. At once sir,” said Cheedle, and to himself: fucking rich cunt. The doctor arrived at the Braithwaite estate within thirty minutes. He performed a thorough examination of Brandon but couldn’t find anything wrong. “I feel like I swallowed something, maybe a piece of metal when the car crashed. I want it out of me, doctor.” “Well Brandon, I can’t do anything here without an x-ray. I’ll arrange for you to get one in the morning. If there is something foreign inside you, we’ll deal with it accordingly.” “Fine. I want it first thing in the morning!” The doctor left and Brandon eventually collapsed into bed, utterly exhausted. *** At 6 a.m. Brandon woke up, feeling strangely refreshed. He checked his mouth for the taste, and was relieved it was no longer there. Maybe he hadn’t swallowed any metal at all. Then, as he made to slide his legs out of bed to the lavishly expensive carpet below, several forks and spoons slid out with him. They clattered around his feet. “What?” A closer inspection revealed the alarming truth. There were bite marks all over the cutlery. Brandon picked up a half-eaten spoon. There were teeth marks on the handle. He suddenly felt the urge to match his bite to the marks. They were a perfect fit. “I don’t remember doing that. But how could I be strong enough to chew through metal?” He then walked towards his huge en suite bathroom, passing by a mirror as he went. With only tight boxer briefs on, Brandon took in a shocking sight. His body had undergone a dramatic transformation. He had grown. A lot. “What in the world? I’m bigger than Gaylord. I’m fucking huge.” Sure enough Brandon had transformed overnight into a light-heavyweight bodybuilder. He had muscles bulging just about everywhere, and his boxer briefs were stretched near to bursting at the seams. “I’m beautiful. But how is this possible?” He began popping different flexing poses, each time his muscles bulged in every way it’s possible for muscles to bulge. He rang for Cheedle. The butler arrived promptly, even though he’d had fuck all sleep the night before thanks to Little Lord Fuckeroy. Cheedle tried not to look surprised. He’d come from a long line of butlers, going back several generations. He’d pretty much had most of his emotions bred out of him. But he couldn’t hide his shock at seeing Brandon’s new body. “Cheedle. Tell me I’m not dreaming and that this is real,” Brandon demanded. “Sir, you are not dreaming, and this is real, sir!” “That’s what I thought. Now what do you make of this?” Brandon tossed a half-eaten spoon at the butler, who caught it with almost superhuman precision. “It would seem sir has been… um … snacking on the silverware.” Brandon then became aware that his butt-hole felt a little tender. He slipped down his boxers and ordered Cheedle to take a look at his sensitive ass. “Hmm… it would seem something has created a friction burn around your, erm… rear entrance?” “That means I must’ve stuck something up my ass, right?” “I would assume so, sir… and repeatedly to boot.” And then: “If I could be so bold, sir, one of the chambermaids reported a candlestick missing from the drawing room. Such an item may be to blame for the injury to your derriere, sir.” “A candlestick? A FUCKING CANDLESTICK?” Brandon’s usually olive skin turned red around his face as he flew into a rage. Cheedle took two prudent steps backward. “Are you suggesting that I shoved a candlestick repeatedly up my ass? I have no memory of it. Or eating fucking forks and spoons for that matter!” “It may be the cause of your apparent physical transformation, sir. Although I wouldn’t be knowledgeable on such things. Perhaps there is an element of the supernatural involved. Should I contact the Winchesters?” “Fuck those losers. I won that 67 Impala from Dean in that pie eating chow-off fair and square. No… I’ll get to the bottom of this myself.” “Looks like the candlestick beat you to it, sir, if you don’t mind me saying.” “Start searching every inch of this room. If it’s not here, search the entire fucking mansion. I want that candlestick found. In the meantime, I have an x-ray to get to.” *** Brandon was at the hospital for 8 a.m. The x-ray revealed nothing. There were no foreign objects present in his body, although his blood was quite rich in iron, but the levels weren’t threatening. In fact, the doctor gave him a clean bill of health and complimented him on his physique. He was probably gay. Afterward, Brandon visited Gaylord in his private ward. Brandon didn’t want to alarm him, and so he made sure to wear a baggy sweater and jogging pants. Still, it was difficult to hide the changes to his physique. “Thanks for stopping by, sweetie. I’m feeling better. My legs are sore but they got me on the good stuff,” said Gaylord, his words a little slurred because of the morphine. Seeing that he was stoned, Brandon thought it wouldn’t hurt to show Gaylord his upper body. So he took off the sweater, finding it a little difficult to get the garment up and over his muscles. It wasn’t an entirely unpleasant experience either. “Whoa… dude… what happened to you, and please can I have some!” Gaylord popped a raging boner under the bed quilt. He had a huge dick, so the steepling effect was considerable. It made his legs hurt more, however. Brandon deftly executed a full lat spread, now that he was wearing just his joggers. His body swelled to muscular brilliance, veins and striations erupting everywhere. He was easily forty to fifty pounds heavier than Gaylord, although before the transformation he was about thirty pounds lighter than his bodybuilder boyfriend. “Something happened when I crashed the Ferrari. I know I swallowed something out of the car when it hit the wall, but nothing showed up in the x-rays. There are also half-eaten forks and spoons in my bedroom. And a candlestick is missing. I think I stuck it up my ass. But it’s nowhere to be found.” Brandon turned his back to Gaylord and then pulled down his joggers. His bubble-but was now very muscular and deeply striated. Gaylord, although groggy, could clearly see the burn marks around the hole. His thighs were rippling with muscle. Gaylord got so turned on. His boner got even harder. “I wish it had happened to you, as well. You probably wouldn’t have been injured as much. I gotta try something.” Gaylord’s breakfast tray hadn’t been collected yet. He’d not eaten much, as the food from the hospital cafeteria was far below the grade they were both accustomed to eating. Brandon was suddenly ravenous. Had he eaten anything before leaving the mansion? He couldn’t remember. What was up with his memory? He didn’t have a concussion or a hangover. Maybe the champagne from the day before was stronger than he realised. He wolfed down the rest of Gaylord’s waffles and syrup, and even licked the plate clean. Then he picked up a fork and licked his lips. An insatiable feeling washed through him. He placed the fork in his mouth and started to chew. The metal instantly heated up from friction and fatigue as he worked it around in his mouth. His mouth and tongue should have been bleeding at this point, but that didn’t happen. Gaylord snapped out of his morphine reverie and couldn’t believe what Brandon was doing. “Mmmm. It was so tasty. So good!” Brandon chewed up the top of the fork like it was taffy. He kept going until it was utterly devoured. Then he did the same with the knife. “Brandon, what’s happening to you? That’s not normal. You should see one of the doctors here.” “I feel fine. Just still hungry.” Brandon spied Gaylord’s chart hanging from the end of his bed. He took off the paper part, pleased to see that the clipboard part was made of metal. Brandon raised it to his mouth and bit off a corner, chewing noisily. “Jeezus, Brandon, cut it out. You’ll hurt yourself. I’m calling for a nurse!” Gaylord pressed the buzzer to get a nurse. The one that he got was an Hispanic-looking male nurse. It said Luis on his nametag. He was handsome and hairy underneath his scrubs. His eyes widened in shock when he saw the shirtless millionaire. Brandon bounced his pecs vigorously. Another steeple formed, this time out of the nurse’s pants. The nurse was carrying a clean bed pan. Brandon eyed it hungrily. “It’s okay Nurse Luis. Gaylord doesn’t need a whizz, but nothing to stop you from sticking around for a muscle show!” Brandon’s confidence with his new self was becoming more pronounced. He liked the feeling of having big muscles. But why stop at just ‘big’? He threw up a double biceps pose, his guns peaking and hardening like the metal he was now fond of eating. Luis, not un-muscular by any means, loved the size and form of Brandon's big biceps. He longed to lick them and caress them. “I’ll let you worship me if you give me that bedpan, Luis!” Brandon wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. Gaylord didn’t seem to mind another guy getting his hands on his boyfriend’s new muscles. He was good like that. Speechless and full of lust, Luis handed over the bedpan. But this time Brandon didn’t take a bite out of it. He began to crush it between his hands, causing all of the muscles of his upper body to bulge hugely, and veins and sinews to pop out all over his arms, chest, and neck. Both Luis and Gaylord couldn’t believe such a feat of strength. “Yeah, this feels so great, you guys. It would seem with great muscles comes great strength, too.” Brandon was awed by his new power. He continued to deform and compress the bedpan. To him it felt like very, very, thick aluminium foil and not the tempered stainless steel it had originally been fashioned from. The metal became hot to his grasp. It should have been too hot to handle at this point. But he continued to crush it into a smaller, denser shape. When it was down to the size of a snooker ball, Brandon started munching on it like an apple. “It’s so delicious, guys. I wish you could try some. But you can’t, because you are weak, whereas I am fucking strong. And I’m getting stronger, too!” “You… you’re also getting bigger,” cried Gaylord, suddenly the pain in his legs no longer registering due to the astonishing thing he bore witness to. “Yeah, I can feel it. I can feel my skin getting tighter as my muscles continue to grow bigger than before. Aw… so amazing,” said Brandon between metallic mouthfuls. “I need more food though. It helps the metal go down better.” Without thinking, a mesmerised Luis took a granola bar out of his pocket. Brandon snatched it from him and didn’t even unwrap it. He just popped the whole thing into his mouth. His muscles got bigger and bigger, oozing with razor-sharp definition. Muscles bounced and rolled around on him like over-sized ball bearings. The sinew and tendons beneath his skin were like coiled springs, eager to release their energy and fuel his growth further. “Grrr… I’m getting huge!” As Brandon began to outgrow every super-heavyweight bodybuilder in existence, his muscles tore free of his joggers, rendering him completely naked. His dick and balls were now obscenely huge, with the dick reaching way past the foot-long point. It didn’t quite curve upward; rather it had a slight warp to it, and kinked somewhat to the left as the warp occurred about midway along the shaft. Gaylord loved his boyfriend’s dick, believing that a dick with a warp in it gave a better fuck up his ass. Brandon swallowed the granola bar, but he was still hungry. This time he needed to feed another hole. He eyed up Gaylord’s drip stand. Yeah, that would do. The bag of happy juice hanging from it was all but empty at this point. Just as Luis started to masturbate to the incredible sight before him, he heard himself being paged over the intercom. Fuck it, he thought. I can always go back to bartending. He ignored the call, and locked the door behind him. Brandon removed the drip bag from the stand and lifted it up with ease. He broke off the top and bottom parts (he’d eat them later), and was left with about six feet of stem. It was hollow, but sturdy. Still, he re-shaped it with little effort, and in just a couple of minutes he’d fashioned a crude but workable dildo. There was a problem, however. He was now too muscular to insert the dildo himself. Gaylord couldn’t for obvious reasons, and Luis was too engaged in his wank to be of any use. Brandon had an idea. He bent a few inches from one end in such a way that he could hook it to the back of a radiator. He then pressed in the top of the radiator as if it was wet putty, in order to better secure his prize. When it was in the right position, he went to work on himself. “Oh fuck… that feels so good. A little sore, but I can break through the pain threshold,” he exclaimed with delight. He spent the next five minutes pleasuring himself. It caused his dick to erupt with a torrent of jizz, which splattered all over Luis, who’d just shot his own modest load. “Oh yeaaaahhhh!!” Brandon enjoyed this release better than any that came before. Gaylord also shot a load into his pyjamas. When their orgasms subsided, they all caught their breaths. It was then that Brandon noticed all that remained of his dildo was the hook part he’d made to fix it to the radiator. The rest was nowhere to be found. Brandon began to laugh. Luis started to laugh as well. Gaylord didn’t find anything remotely funny. This was an incredible experience, something beyond his wildest dreams, seeing his boyfriend transform before his eyes into a massively huge bodybuilder. Because he’d no phone of his own, Brandon reached for Gaylord’s on the nightstand beside his bed. “Please don’t eat that. I only got it two days ago,” Gaylord pleaded. Brandon said nothing, but dialled home. Cheedle answered, as he usually did. “Hey Cheedle, you can call off the search. I know what happened to the candlestick.” Brandon proudly bounced his pecs, displaying the smuggest grin possible. “Very good, sir!”
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  7. There once was a man named A Who lived in a town by the bay He loved all the muscle But rarely could rustle Enough carbs to to finish the day Sometimes you just gotta throw out rhymes. LOL. This one is for a friend that has been very mellow online, supportive, and seems like a really good guy… so this one is for you. ————————————- Bael could feel everything in his djinn body swelling. His neck, shackled with veins and hard throbbing ridges - you know the ones, extending from his chest to just under his jaw - those were pulsing, growing, pushing against the collar. ‘Awwwww fuck ya.” He flexed his neck more, The collar was bending to the unimaginable strength exerted on it. A low rumble erupted from his throat. A deep sigh. And then more pressure, more power. Bael knew that if he could remove the collar, that would be the moment - when he was free of humans forever. Another surge flowed through him. But it was different than the energy from the cigar. It was pure and untainted. Fuck, he flexed his neck and it started to warp the iron on the collar. He clenched his massive fists and pulled on the remaining chains. He felt omnipotent. He felt like he could actually do this - break free of his human and break free of the fetters that bound him for so long. He was exhausted, tired, never being able to return to his mist form or his vessel. He was fucking pissed off. He would make them pay. All of them. But as the anger was building again - always the anger - he felt a certain calm. A certain peace that he had never felt before. And then he felt like his power exploded - again. He sunk into it. He could feel it building so much more than when he put a new cigar in that fuckers mouth. This was pure energy and it wasn’t coming from his Bound. No, It was coming from somewhere else. Again to the West. There was something there - someone who had connected with him…Awwwwww fuck. He had a Bound - so what was this? It was the first moment of rest since he had been in this binding. He needed more of it. God, it felt so exquisite. He sucked on it - whatever-whomever-wherever this source was. He saw a flicker of a human, smallish, very handsome - kind, loving, with very little selfishness in him. He could tell by the eyes Who was this? Why did he crave more? His veins continued to erupt along his arms. Fucking hell. More rippling across his massive growing pecs. Awwwwww - whatever this source was - he felt so peaceful all of a sudden. He had never felt so powerful or so calm. Two dichotomies - for the first time. He felt anger cleaving his mind in two, but in the cracks of those splits - calm, control, temperance. He had never felt this - and he didn’t even know the words for them - just the feelings. He had made an error. In millennia he had not understood this as he wasn’t allowed to feel it. But whoever this man was, he was granting Bael an inner peace. Tranquility. There was not too much left in his Well to fill - but he was again suddenly shocked by the pulse of pure white energy. He closed his eyes… and saw a butterfly flapping its vibrant orange wings. He followed the butterfly into his own mind - his Well - that had been seared by thousands of years of lava, lighting, destruction. He was trying to catch it. To protect it from a certain death in the sulfur clouds rising up in his soul. Nothing that beautiful should be found here, in fact it felt wrong somehow, even without a human’s sense of morality… something that beautiful should not die like this. He was almost there - his massive paws about to capture the butterfly in his hands and return it to better places - outside. Away. Almost there. “Please don’t die…” He said in the outside world where he was chained by his fucking asshole Master… he was so close… And then the orange fluorescent butterfly dove down into the lava… Everything stopped for a second. Bael was floating over his well now, suspended in frozen animation. The lava flows had paused, the lightning diminished. “NOOOOO no no no no!” He repeated to himself over and over. One Good thing in a thousand years or more… and it was dead. But then - it was like a hundred years had passed… Where the butterfly had died was a small tree with bright read blossoms - an ‘Ohia tree with bright red Lehua blossoms - the first to grow when the flows stop…Life from destruction. He was transported back to the real world, chained still - but he had grown much more. That white energy was flowing through him. As beautiful as he was already - he was now pure unrestricted power… More powerful than he had ever been. A tear fell from his eye. More chains snapped. ————————- Trevor felt a pull - something yanking hard at his chest - inside - it was physical. He was still laying on Dantalion in their hotel room, talking about getting back to the city, to Trevor’s apartment; Back to where D’s vessel was standing, unguarded. “Ugh… it hurts, D”. The massive djjnn looked into the eye of his Bound and saw a new kind of fear. “Get up, Master. Please. Look at your power. You have grown. Is it that?” There was true concern in the djinn’s eyes as he could feel the difference somehow. Trevor kicked over his legs and stood up and up. “FUCK D!’ He looked down at his body and was met with a height he couldn’t navigate yet, hardness he didn’t know could be human, his own throbbing veins. His cock was massive, lolling down between his legs - it was him but a different him… a different body. Aesthetically what he always wanted. He felt the tug again … “No, D… it’s coming from the East.” ————————————————— Dantalion looked with concerns at Trevor. He could see that there was an inner struggle, a pain deep inside his human - something again unexpected. “We go now, Master.” D said it without asking. He was telling his Bound what to do, giving HIM a command. If felt wrong, but it felt liberating again. “Yes, D. Please, take us home.” In a blink of an eye, they were in the Jeep in Trevor’s parking garage on Capitol Hill in Seattle. Fresh clothes, size adjusted down for them both - no longer massive perfection - but more manageable in size under the circumstance. They made their way up to Trevor’s apartment, opened the door and both locked eyes on Dantaliion’s vessel. It was still there, an otherwise ugly glob of clay. “You have the gem in your pocket?” Trevor nodded. “Please, may I see it?” Trevor pulled out the gem which used to be milky green - now nearly clear as a well-cut diamond, just the slightest hint of imperfection remained. D walked over to the vessel of his power and lay the gem next to it, tenderly. “I am close to ascension, Master. I can feel the power of the universe building inside of me… but it is not yet time - and Bael is just as close or closer. I can feel things I shouldn’t be able to feel - it’s as if I can just start to make out all human minds, individually. I can feel the sap of a tree in India. I can hear the hard pounding of the surface of the sun I can feel all animals, I can feel each wave in the ocean…just barely on the edge of my mind…I should not be able to do such things.” Trevor looked at D as the djinn had closed his eyes and was speaking softly in wet whispers. “You have changed me, made me into more than a djinn… I must ascend for myself, but even more, for you, Master.” He whispered the last word as if he was in some sort of internal rapture. Trevor was getting turned on by this talk of omnipotence and absolute power. He wasn’t usually one for that sort of authoritarian mindset - but the past few days had change him in countless ways. He realized that if he didn’t get Dantalion to the finish line, the alternative would be catastrophic for the djinn he loved and the world in general. Trevor grabbed the djinn by the side of his head, hands on his hard chilled face and kissed him deeply. “D, It is time for you to fuck me. I need you inside of me D.” The djinn’s enormous cock began to throb, thick disgusting veins feeding his fuck tool… He went from eyes closed, quiet pensive introspection to devilish smile and throbbing hardening god cock within a second. There was truly nothing better than making his human cum… and now he would be able to fuck him into paradise and experience the inner world of Trevor’s perfect ass. ———————————————————— The Cigar Smoking man was entering the warehouse and making his way to the door leading to the dungeon downstairs. Bael was absolutely massive now. Other than his devastatingly handsome face, he was now as wide as he was tall, the size of a large car. His delta each 3 feet across and covered with a net of angry pulsing veins. Each pec stuck out 2 feet from its insertion point. He was dripping with sweat. Quads ripped and throbbing with newfound power he had just tasted but wanted so much more of. He crouched in the corner on perfect globe-shaped glutes, where he had been chained. Only one more to go. One chain. All of the other chains had been broken and he was nearly free save the thick iron shackle around his neck. He didn’t seem to be able to get the neck shackle free as much as he flexed his grotesquely muscled neck. And he had been trying. If his previous Masters could see him now - fuck, if his current Master could see him now, they would vomit in disgust with how huge and muscular he was now. Fuck them. Let them get sick. He cracked his knuckles on hands as big as truck tires. Awwwww - that felt good. He flexed his hands over and over again watching each finger flood with blood and pump more power into them. He crouched in the dark corner where he had been held for decades, his vessel in view just a few feet away. His only home and respite - so close. He wanted to rest, just for a short while. That’s all he needed. Then he heard footsteps above. Rage built up to a boil so quickly inside of him. He flexed his fists again and fingered the one remaining chain tethering him to the floor. He was easily four times the size he had been when his Master had left yesterday… This was going to be fun. He could hear the door open and footsteps start to fall down the stairs. His Master made it to the bottom and looked over into the corner. “What the fuck, Bael? What the fuck happened to you, you piece of shit? You look disgusting, muscles bulging out like that. I did not tell you to do this to yourself. You better not start fucking with me. I will hurt you and you know I will.” “Another cigar for you, Master?” “God, why do you even ask? Can’t you just figure it out? Do I have to ask for it? Every. Fucking. TIME?” “No, sir.” A lit cigar was now in the humans mouth, parked and ready to draw… Just One More Pull…And then the Cigar Man did One. More. Pull. Bael reached for the last chain that held him down…he wrapped his finger around it… “Master, watch this…”. He pulled on the chain and it snapped easily. “FUCK YES!!!!” Bael roared. Still bound in some ways by djinn laws - but he was free of his Bound. He stood up and smashed through the roof of the warehouse basement. His musculature completely taking out rebar enforced pillars and the thick concrete floor from the warehouse above. He flexed his massive biceps and rotated his fists causing an eruption of his forearms - snakes rose to the surface feeding the god-flesh beneath. His pecs were unfurling and thickening and dark nipples were thrust to face the ground, begging for mercy from the onslaught of slabs of marble-hard meat pushing forward from the djinn's chest. 10 perfectly sliced abs pushed outward, the valley between them deepening by the second... and his ass, beautiful, round, high - a tool for fucking hard and without mercy - if he even knew what fucking was, which he didn't. But what he did know was POWER and he had surpassed all of his own expectations and was reveling in it, soaking in a sea of pulsing orgasmic throbs of emotions we cannot understand and are not capable of. If you could see him in this moment, reading this, you would weep and then shoot multiple high velocity loads of your own cum one after another. He is your dream...everyone's dream. Slabs of cement and wood fell onto the basement below, Bael grabbing his vessel quickly before it could be destroyed by his own negligence. The human, Bael’s previous Bound started screaming from below, “I command you to return. Get your fucking dirty djinn ass back down here and don’t fuck with me. I control you!” Bael sneered down into the hole he had created, his waist just even with the flooring upstairs. His mass was terrifying and horrible. Fully 20 feet tall and all of it packed with earth-destroying power. Quads and hams the same size as a horse but thick powerful muscle. Calves with a devastating heart shape supporting an upper body that defies description. Just imagine a 20 foot muscle god, with shoulders 14 feet wide - and all of it throbbing with power that you could never comprehend. “You have served your purpose, human.” Bael was done. He didn’t want to hear a single word more. He should not be able to do this either, but he knew in the moment he could. He stared down at his previous Bound, snapped his fingers, and the human was gone. Just gone. Nothing remained. No ash. No cigar. No burned clothes. He was erased. Bael carefully placed his vessel in a side shelf in the warehouse floor. He needed a short rest. Just a short rest, not long. But he ached for it more than anything - to be in his vessel. Then he would emerge and find this man to the West - the source of that pure white power - and he would take him and bind him - and he would become God.
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  8. This is the first part of my new story I've been working on for a few weeks, in parallel with another posted recently. I won't spoil anything about the story but... There will have logically at least 3 parts but I do not exclude to continue it further. Although being the first part, I tried to make it sufficiently hot to satisfy you. I hope you'll enjoy and as usual, don't hesitate to give me a feedback (what you liked, what you would like, even what you did not like: anything that can improve your pleasure is welcome, so really, don't hesitate to contact me) Prepare the handkerchiefs and enjoy! ______________________________________________________________________________________ "Oh fuck...!" Leo was here, open mouth, in front of TV. I did not expect this reaction but maybe it was THE opportunity. This boy, no sorry, this fucking beauty angel, was Leo, the most beautiful boy that I have seen in my life. And when I said beautiful, he's really fucking beautiful. piercing blue eyes, magnificent nose, full lips, astonishing jawline, whiter-than-white teeth, an unreal natural tanned skin, a dream slightly muscular build like a top model (by the way, he's a top model). He was perfection incarnated. Never I could imagine someone as handsome. And I imagined even less that he would become my boyfriend. I was the happiest of men but... however, there was one thing I didn't tell to Leo: the main purpose of why I was looking for someone like him. In fact, I work in a lab and we were working on a top-secret project. The main goal, which seemed absurd and unreal the first time I heard about it, was to recreate an improved version of super soldier serum. Transform a normal being into a incredible powerful titan with usual super powers: superhuman strength, superhuman stamina, increased longevity etc. Yeah, I found this ridiculous and impossible the first time but I've always loved comics and say to me that maybe, it was possible, had convinced me to try. But obviously, it was a failure, our experiments were, at best, super dopants but nothing that transforms a normal human into an 8 feet titan. Normal, what did I imagine? that we would really recreate this super serum? Ridiculous. Well that was until that fateful day, the day that changed my life. One day, when I thought the project was going to be abandoned, my supervisor, the Doctor Krakovski came with a product, it was a kind of blue goop, he didn't want to tell me what it was but they had bought it expensive, very expensive and he had never seen anything like that. The Doctor Krakovski was not a bad man but sometimes, but he was the archetypal crazy scientist, put a scientific discovery in his hands and he will almost laugh out loud... Well, of course, he required that we incorporate it into the formula. Honestly, I was sceptical. Guys, this isn't a movie, this is the reality. But obviously, Krakovski insisted. So obviously, as any first test, we tested on a lab rat. I will always remember this moment, I was waiting for everything but not that, really not... At the beginning, he contorted himself while crying out in pain. I sighed thinking that it was still a failure but suddenly I was stunned, totally stunned: the rat seemed to be... growing. I blinked several times, not believing what I was seeing but few seconds later, it was very clear: yeah, he was CLEARLY growing! And when I say growing, I mean I was becoming more muscular and taller! He widened at the level of the shoulders, his shoulders were rounded, his traps emerged, his front paws have lengthened and what were his biceps were growing, his back legs were also lengthened and were growing, his round belly was shrinking while what were... pecs were popping out and his midsection was shrinking to six blocks! And not only did he become more muscular, but he was also swelling in size. His screams were becoming deeper and louder and... if at first he seemed panicked, but after a few minutes it was like... he loved it! Suddenly he shouted louder and... BOOM, he exploded in size and muscles. HOLY CRAP! It was a rat ? It was a FUCKING rat? Because now he looked more a fucking gigantic furry bodybuilder! His neck had disappeared in enormous traps, which were surrounding his neck. His shoulders were two cannonballs, huge and striated. Holy SHIT! His "arms" were bigger than his head, with big veins. His pecs were two mountains, which blocked his view on his midsection. And in talking about his midsection... eight... his abs were EIGHT fucking "boulders"! And his legs looked like tree trunks! I was speechless in front of this show. I expected everything except that... But the verdict of the experiment was clear: it worked! Our formula was an absolute success! I couldn't believe my eyes! Krakovski was jumping around the lab Then the rat stood on its 4 legs but realized that it was easier for him to stand. He looked at his arms with astonishment. Then he started to flex his body and seemed love that because he let out a scream (which sounded more like a little roar by the way). By the way, we almost had to lose our specimen: when he understood that he was a lot of stronger, he grabbed the bars of his cage and... he stretched them, like in cartoons. We had to put him to sleep with a dart, a fucking elephant dart... I was totally stunned by the show I had seen. It was so unreal however... yeah it was real, really REAL! I asked to my colleague what was this thing? We were working on this project since months but no results, even less comparable to what I had just seen. My colleague seemed very annoyed, it was a very sensitive subject with big risks but from what he could hear, they were spying a guy for a while, who was illegally working on this blue goop but he got fired and his experiments were stored somewhere in barrels. That's when they took the opportunity to steal one of barrels. And this is the thing we just used. I understood why it was sensible: it was not authorized and probably not legal either. But honestly if I hadn't seen it, I would have thought it was a science fiction movie scenario... but fuck, it was not science fiction, it was working, it was fucking working! This blue goop was really a kind of muscle growth serum, and really efficient! We "retrieved the Hulk rat" (well, "retrieved"... we had to shoot him with an elephant dart) and analyses of his body showed several very interesting things: he had quadrupled in volume, his muscular mass was much more denser, he weighed more than a dozen of pounds, what was absolute gigantic for a rat, his strength was incredibly enhanced and he was also smarter. In brief it was like if this rat was became Hulk (but rat version), in keeping his intelligence. It was a total success, beyond all expectations, maybe too by the way: we had to put the rat in a reinforced steel cage to prevent it from escaping. It didn't stop him from trying though but it seemed to hold (or not)... Krakovski was happy, very happy. Finally we have results! So we passed quickly to phase 2: experiments on a monkey, who is near to a human. We attached a monkey on an operating table. At the beginning, we wanted experiment on a gorilla, closer to a human, but the result with the rat made us understand that this was not a good idea. It would have been very difficult to stop him. And the dose would be reduced as well: with the rat, we overdosed because we did not expect such results but if a simple rat became so strong, what would it be like with a much larger animal? We didn't want to take any risks. And in talking about he rat, we had the surprise to find the reinforced metal cage with the bars... spread out (and obviously, no rat inside). He fooled us, I'm not kidding! On the surveillance cameras, we saw he was, in fact, perfectly able to bend his reinforced cage. He had just to force a little more but it was relatively easy... Fuck! Even myself, I think I will not able to bend them... Defeated by a rat... what disgrace! And it was not all: we found also what seemed to be a tunnel in the wall that was dug... at bare hands! Crap, super... now, we had a fucking Hulk rat in the wild... I pity the cat that crosses his path: he might have a hard time. Despite of this escape, this first test was a total success. Which means that we will probably continue testing. So we did it again with a monkey and The experiment had been a success again: now we had a super monkey that could lift 10 times his weight in DC. We reintroduced him in the gorilla enclosure but from what I was told, he knocked out the chief with a single punch and now he spent his time lifting tree trunks much bigger than him and to... *HEM HEM* "you know what" with the females. With this second success, the Doctor Krakovski required we passed to phase 3: human experiments. But he wanted the most perfect specimen possible, just to see how far he could push the limits. So if we have chosen the fashion world it's mainly because these guys are genetically lucky and, statistically, we had a better chance of finding the perfect test subject. Next it was easy to have a spy in this environment: I did sometimes shooting, because I had been also lucky. Brown piercing eyes, nice jawline, fit muscular body. This nice body allowed me to round out my months. So as I knew this world, that's why they sent me there: to find our test subject. And that's how I found myself marching one day, when suddenly, on my way back to the stage, I saw someone of beautiful, more than I never seen. The most beautiful thing I saw of my life! Usually we have to remain impassive but here, it was impossible to resist, I had to watch him. And he did the same. Honestly I believe that our hearts began to beat from that moment. After the show, I couldn't get this face out of my head. When suddenly, a hand posed on my shoulders, it was hot, sweet, followed by a "Hey". It was the most sexiest voice I heard, a fucking manly voice. I turned around and instantly melted: it was him. "I met you on the stage, very nice show" he said me in smiling. Oh fuck... oh fucking fuck this smile... is it possible to make a more beautiful smile than this one ? Perfect white teeth, perfect lips. Craaaap! I swallowed to try to regain my composure but I couldn't stand up to this angel. "Th...thanks. But it was nothing compared to you." He laughed. Holy shit! Even his laugh was so perfect. At one point I thought I was dreaming, it couldn't be possible. We went to my dressing room. I was hotter and hotter and I think him also. We talk several minutes, pretending nothing happened but we could not take our eyes off each other. We felt it, both of us but none dared to take the first step. Then he fell silent and I did the same. We were watching both, we could only hear the noise of our own breaths. Finally, he stand up and slowly walked towards me. I did the same. We found ourselves face to face, we looked at each other in silence then he put his mouth forward and I did same. the wait seemed interminable and yet it lasted a second and when our lips touched each other, it was a flood of emotions. I passed my hand in his hair while he was rubbing my body. I started to cry, never I felt something like that, it was... indescribable. Then he broke the kiss, looked me in eyes, wiped my tear, smiled and said: "I think I didn't introduce myself... I'm Leo" "Ryan" I replied. And we resume our kiss session. I will never forget this night. However, I knew Leo was THE perfect test subject. But what would he say? He would probably reject me if I told him the truth and then I don't know if he would like it. And above all, now, I didn't want to lose him. Few days passed, Krakovski became impatient, apparently higher up it was getting impatient, results were needed and fast. I was more and more torn: I was the most happy man with Leo, and never I wouldn't want it to end but in same times, I couldn't help but imagine him, shouting in bulking, a lot of muscle mass popping everywhere. Fuuuuuck it was so hot. But I had to resolve that this situation would never happen, it would remain my ultimate fantasy. But this, that's what I thought until this evening. We were looking the first Captain America movie and we were at the scene where Steve become Captain America. And while he was shouting due his growth, I could hear Leo panting and said: "Oh fuck, if only it could work like that in real life, it would be great, so fucking great! I would love to be in his shoes!" I raised my head, stunned by his sentence. "What?" I asked. "Yeah, just imagine, you're all frail and suddenly BOOM, you grew and grew and grew and become one of most powerful human. It should be so fucking enjoyable!" I was totally stunned by what I was hearing... He loved that? Really? So maybe it was time to tell him. "But, hey, doesn't take me seriously hahaha, it's just a movie, a muscle growth serum which transforms into a super soldier, it doesn't exist, unfortunately..." he sighed. It doesn't exist, really? Oh Leo, you will be surprised! "And... if it was not a movie, would you like to test?" I asked. "What? Why this question Ryan hahahaha?" he replied, a bit confused. "I know, it's a weird question but if it wasn't a movie, would you like to participate to this kind of experiment?" I asked again. "Ryan... it's just a movie" he said, doesn't understand why I asked this question. "Please my love, respond" I said. "Y...Yeah of course I would, who wouldn't to try that?" he replied. "You know... sometimes, reality exceeds fiction" I said. "What? What do you mean Ryan?" "Do you know I work for a laboratory? Well, in fact, we are working on a project, precisely a top-secret project and in fact we... recreated a super soldier serum." "W-W-WHAT? Are you kidding me?" asked Leo, doesn't knowing if I was joking or not. "No Leo, I'm serious. And even, without offence, the super soldier serum of this movie is... a crap compared to our. The effects are much more important with ours" "A-Are... are you really serious?" "Yeah I know it hard to believe but it's the truth. Come here, I have to show you a video" I showed to Leo the record of our "first" little test subject, the lab rat. Leo's eyes almost popped out of their sockets when he saw the rat grow. "WTF??? But... but..." he said, totally stunned. "I told you that ours was much better haha" I replied. "WHAT? Did you see these arms? HOLY SHIT! They are bigger than his head, and his pecs CRAAAAAP! And abs, look at these ABS! He..HE HAD AN EIGHT-PACK! HOLY CRAP!!!" "Well, It seems a little more credible to you now ?" I said, in smiling a bit. "Honestly, I can't believe it but holy shit... !!!" I felt it was time to tell his the truth, perhaps it was an error but I wanted to be honest with him. "Leo... to be honest, if I was present at this fashion show, it was mainly for to... to... to find our test subject..." "Your... test subject?" "Well... we experiment this serum on animals with success but now, we need to experiment on... a human. And..." "You propose me to be this test subject don't you?" I swallowed. Shit, I was dreading his answer. "Well, not exactly. My supervisor sent me for to find the most perfect test subject, that's why we aimed at the fashion world. Yeah, you would be the perfect test subject but..." "But ?" he asked, interrogated. "But I really fell in love with you. I didn't lie about it. I love you, I love you so much. It's more important than anything. I didn't want to take the risk that you would think I was manipulating you or that this proposal would scare you. But I also feel guilty about lying to you" My eyes were wet, I was worried: Leo was watching me, inexpressive. Shit, he will leave me, that's for sure. SHIT! Why it has to be like this? Why it has to b- "Well... where do I sign?" said Leo. "Hu?" I said, stunned. "Where do I sign?" he repeated again, in smiling. "B-but... you're not angry?" "Angry? Are you kidding me? It's a fucking fantasy come true! OBVIOUSLY I ACCEPT!" he replied, enjoyed. "B-but... Leo, do you see changes? I mean, it will not be just few extra pounds! You will be a fucking titan, the most powerful, tall, and muscular man of world! So yes, it's fucking exciting but... and fashion shows? You will probably not be a model! Never again! Your life will change forever? Are you sure you want to do this?" "Fuck all of this! Ryan, you allow me to realize a dream that I thought was unattainable. And for fashion shows, it was mainly a way to earn money, I don't care if I can't do it anymore. And..." "Yeah?" I asked. "My life has already changed forever the day where I met you" replied Leo. "Leo..." I said, I couldn't stop myself from shedding a tear. Yeah, he was right: our life had definitively changed this day. He smiled then wiped my tear and started to kiss me. I passed my hand on his back then I slowly removed his shirt. Two minutes later we were lying on the bed, naked, in rubbing the other's body and few minutes later, I was going back and forth while Leo was moaning. Gosh I loved him so much. After our little sex session, I called my supervisor. He was happy, almost relieved and could not wait: the experiment was planned for tomorrow. When I told to Leo, he exploded of joy. "Crap! I can't wait to tomorrow!". Leo was like a kid just before Christmas. I had a little trouble sleeping, besides the fact that we spent the evening "expressing our feelings", personally I had a strange another feeling. I was watching Leo, the Leo from who I fell in love: tomorrow evening, this Leo will no longer exist. The next day, when we arrived at the lab, Leo couldn't believe his eyes. "Whoa! It's like in the movies! A super ultra secret lab!". To be honest, yeah, it looks like in the movies. "Well well well, what do I see? The lucky one". I obviously recognized this accent: the Doctor Krakovski. "Doctor, here is Leo. Leo, here is the Doctor Krakovski" "Nice to meet you Doctor!" said Leo. "I am the one who is delighted" replied the Doctor. Honestly, I had the impression that he was seeing Leo as his "test subject" than a human. "So when do we start?" asked Leon, enjoyed. "Oh calm down hahaha, we are preparing but you will have to pass some tests." replied Krakovski. "Some tests? But it was not planned" I asked, a bit worry. "Don't worry Ryan, we just need to measure our performance before the experiment and make sure he does not have any health problems. As you know it will not be easy" Yeah, I remembered very well the rat and the monkey, yelling while they were growing. Imagine that it will be my Leo who will be in this situation in few hours was disturbing. But I did not force him and I respected his choice. and then I'm not going to hide that imagining him with 300 extra muscle pounds was... fucking hot! They made him all a series of test: strength test, stamina, resistance etc. And finally, we were ready for the final phase. "Oh crap! I can't believe that it will happen!" said Leo, clearly excited. "Well, you are not afraid?" I said, a bit worry something goes wrong. "Man, I'm like Steve Rogers and very soon I will be Captain America. Obviously I'm not scared, on the contrary I am impatient!" "Ready Leo?" asked the Doctor Krakovski. "Oh fuck yeah I'm ready!" replied Leo. "Well, follow me." said the Doctor. We walk to a part of the complex I had never been to, probably because I didn't have the required level of accreditation In the room, there was a glass tank, probably not far from 12 feet high. Leo was inside, he was wearing only a black boxer. There was types of cable and scientists were attaching them to his arms and legs. "Very nice test subject, you have chosen very well Ryan" said Krakovski. "Hem... thanks Doctor". I was a bit disturbed, he was talking about Leo like a test subject, not like a human but I knew that Doctor Krakovski was a man you could trust. "Tell me, it seems to me that you are close, I am wrong?" asked the Doctor. Arf, he noticed... "Hem well... yes... in a way" I replied, a bit embarrassed. "Don't worry Ryan, everything will be fine" he replied. "Yeah don't worry you'll find your wife hahahaha!" said a voice, in a mocking tone. I recognized this voice too, but unlike Krakovski, who was a respectable man, I had no respect for this bastard: Kenny. He had been here for a few months, we don't really know how he got here, even the doctor seemed annoyed by his presence but it didn't take long to realize that he was a big bastard. "Shut up Kenny!" I said, a bit angry. "Please keep it to yourself, Thompson" replied Krakovski. Kenny grumbled before shutting up. "Doctor Krakovski, we are ready." said one of scientist who were attaching Leo "Very well... Leo, are you ready? You can talk with us through the mask, you will be heard, even after the tank is filled" "Yes!" replied Leo, excited. "Very well, close the tank and fill it" said the Doctor. The glass went up slowly to the top of the tank. Leo was totally locked in his glass prison. "Glass, isn't it a bit fragile?" I asked. "It's a special glass, ultra reinforced. You could shoot with a shotgun several times and it wouldn't matter. And why glass, well, it's because it allows us to better analyze the experience" Suddenly, water began to penetrate from below to slowly fill the tank. Quickly, water reached Leo's knees, then his waist, then his chest and finally he was totally imerged. he was floating in the center of the center, held in the cables to his legs and arms. "Are you okay Leo? Do you can breathe well? Are you well maintained?" "Very well! But... I don't feel changes" he said a bit disappointed. "Hahaha don't be so impatient Leo, it is only water for the moment, the experiment has not started yet but we have to make sure that everything is ok" replied Krakovski. To the control center, confirm that his vital parameters are ok?" "Yes Doctor" said one of scientists. "Perfect! So we are entering the second phase. Set the power to 20%." As soon as the control center activates, a whirring sound was heard and we can see the famous blue serum be mixed with water. "...Ooooh oooOoOoOOOOoooh.. it... it feels... weird" said Leo. "... aaaaaaaaaaaaah! it... it tingles... nnnnngggghhhh... everywhere, all over my body!". The water took on a bluish hue, more and more serum was injected into the tank. "aaaAAAAaaaAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH! OH GOSH!!! IT'S NNNNNNGGGHHHHHHHH BURNING SO MUCH!". Leo had his eyes wide open. His body was like pumped and... yes, I can see it, I can see his body was slightly growing! "OH FUCK!!! I CAN FEEL IT!!! IT'S STARTING! OH MY GOSH IT'S REALLY STARTING!!! IT'S..." Suddenly, the growth accelerates. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH !!!!!!". Leo started to shout. In few ten of seconds, his body was already like he was spent his life in a gym: his shoulders were rounding, his biceps was becoming a small muscle ball, his pecs emerged from his chest, becoming fucking muscle hills, his abs were digging, passing from small bumps to boulders, his back was widening, clearly marking a V-shape, his legs were growing, his quads dividing into muscle valleys. And I didn't mention his crotch but his package had clearly grown too! Craaaaap! Now he was looking like a bodybuilder! Oh my fucking gosh, in few seconds, Leo had results that would have taken 2-3 years. I was fucking hard, I tried to hold back but it was fucking impossible! it was beyond perfection now, I couldn't look away! And Leo was not only more muscular, he was becoming taller also! He was probably more than 6'3" now! "AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH AAAH AAAH... ??? OH SHIT, IT'S GOING UP AGAIN!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!" This time, he was inflating like a balloon! His shoulders were becoming canonballs. His traps emerged and were surrounding his neck. His pecs... well, it looked more like basketball. Each brick of his ultra ripped six-pack exploded and became as big as my fist, no doubt that I would break my knuckles on abs like that! His lats were widening so much, he was now twice, in width, of his waist at the shoulders! His legs were becoming fucking tree trunks, with a network of veins; And HOLY SHIT! He was GIGANTIC! Probably near than 7 feet!!! The skinny Leo I knew was already disappear, he was a fucking muscular giant! And it was just the beginning, I knew he will be more, much more. "Doctor Krakovski, we reached 20%" "Very well". He took the intercom. "So Leo, how do you feel?" "Oh fuck! It's... it's... AWESOME!!!". His voice had already changed a lot, it was deeper, louder. "Well, do you feel able to continue?" "What? You dare to ask the question? OF COURSE WE CONTINUE! Send the sauce Doctor!". and even his behavior had already changed, he was arrogant, narcissistic even, but frankly, who wouldn't be in this situation? "Very well!". Krakovski turned off the intercom and said to the scientist "Increase to 50%." "Yes Sir!". The roar of the tank increased, the water became even bluer and above all, a voice, or rather a scream, a deep scream. "OH FUCK YES! IT'S STARTING AGAIN!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH !!!!!!" It was totally insane, the growth got completely carried away. Leo was growing and GROWING AND GROWING!!! "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH HAHAHAHAHAHA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH OOOOOH FUUUUUUUUUUUCCCKKKKKKK!!!!!! BIGGER!!!!! HAHAHAHA YES BIGGER!!!!" HO-LY SHIT!!! Leo was literally exploding muscularly! His traps engulfed his neck. His shoulders were becoming planetoid size. His arms were bigger than my head, his forearms were almost bigger than my legs. Leo roared while his pecs exploded, blocking his view on his incredible hard six-pack and... wait, WAIT! "NNNNNNNNGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!" The first row was swelling and... HOLY SHIT! "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!" Leo roared as fuck while the row exploded out of his stomach, almost doubling in size and... CRAP! "NNNNNNNNGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!" The second did the same and... "NNNNNNNNGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!" AND THE THIRD! HOLY FUCKING SHIT! His abs were BIGGER than my 2 fists TOGETHER and... wait... WAIT! "NNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!" HOLY SHIT! A fourth popped from nothing, A FOURTH ROW! He had and eight-pack!!! He had a FUCKING EIGHT-PACK!!! And what eight-pack!!! It could stop a car that it would not surprise me !!! His back, holy fuck HIS BACK!!! It was more than double the width of his height. Holy crap!!! It would become as wide as a double bed! "OOOOOOOOHHHHH FUUUUUUUUCK!!! MY LEGS!!!!!!!! HHAHAHAHAHA YES MORE!!!! MOOOOOOOAAAARRRRR !!!!!!" His legs were now bigger than tree trunks! By the way, he would be unable to stick his feet: his quads were too FUCKING BIG!!! Ah yeah, and obviously... his boxer did not hold. He was totally torn apart by the monster inside. And fucking shit: what monster!!! This "thing" was BIGGER my arms!!! I swallowed hard as I imagined this gigantic thing penetrating me. I think I'm going to need more than one jar of Vaseline here... I was shaking and... cumming (and maybe drooling because to tell the truth, my mind was a bit elsewhere...). I didn't even try to resist anymore, it was just impossible. I knew it was going to be impressive, but not that impressive. Leo was just monstrous: monstrously large, monstrously big, monstrously muscular, monstrously tall (Leo was... 9 FUCKING FEET TALL!!!). His strength must be insane!! "And we reached 50%" said one of scientists. I don't know what amazed me more, the fact that this fucking titan was "skinny" boyfriend of yesterday, or the fact this fucking titan was... ONLY TO 50%???? Krakovski took again the intercom. "Well Leo, ho do you feel now?" "HOW DO I FEEL DOCTOR??? HAHAHA ARE YOU KIDDING ME??? LOOK AT ME DOC, LOOK AT ME!!! I'M A FUCKING MUSCLE GOD!!! AND FUCK! I LOVE THAT, I LOVE THAT SO MUCH!!!" Krakovski seemed to think. "... Well, I must admit that I didn't expect you to react so well to the serum. You're really a particular test subject. too good even for me to pass up this opportunity: logically, we should have stopped now but you're only to 50% of the maximum potential of the current serum. If you agree, I would like to push to the maximum." asked the Doctor Krakovski. "Do it." replied Leo. "But I have to prevent you, we have never pushed so far and y-" "Do it!!!" replied Leo, louder. I knew what the Doctor meant to say: it could clearly be dangerous for him if we pushed too far. So I intervened. "Leo, it can be really dangerous and yo-" "DO IT!!!" shouted Leo, angry. I was shocked, he never got angry, never. I was no longer dealing with the Leo I knew. "Leo, calm down. It's just that if you push it too far, it can be dangerous. I just don't want to lose you!" I heard him about to get angry but he answered me more calmly. "Don't worry Ryan, it's just... you can't imagine how good it is, it's... it's INSANE!!!" "I know, I can't believe it, you... you're so... so..." "Don't worry Ryan, it will be fine. So do it." replied Leo, calmly this time. "Vital parameters?" asked the Doctor Krakovski. "Perfect, really nothing to report." "Well, to tell the truth, I don't think we will often have the opportunity to push the experience this far. Leo, are you REALLY sure that you want to do it? I mean REALLY REALLY sure?" "Fuck Doc', OF COURSE I'm sure. Go ahead doc, send it all!" "Well. At the control center... maximum power!" The roar of the tank became even louder, the colour of the water quickly turned neon blue. And of course, Leo's reaction was immediate. "OH FUCK!!! OH MY GOSH!!!! AAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!! INS-GGGNNNNNHHHHHHHHHH-ANE!!! OH SHIT!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!! LOOK AT ME GUYS, LOOK AT ME!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH I... I WILL EXPLODE, I WILL EXPLOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH !!!!!!!!!" Oh shit! Oh my fucking shit!!! His whole body began to shake, violently and above all, I could see his muscles growing at a crazy pace, much more than previously. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH HAHAHAHAHAHAHA AAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH MOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRR !!!!!!!!". His thundering voice echoed throughout the lab. It was difficult to describe his growth because it was beyond comprehension. He was already gigantic but here, it was TITANIC! Then suddenly, his dick exploded. His "cannon" shot huge white load after huge white load. The transparent blue quickly gave way to a milky blue. He was shooting, again and again and again and again. So quickly, the entire water tank was mixed with his cum, so much so that he was no longer seen. even the cameras inside were drowned in the milky liquid. But if we can't see him, we can hear him... and even without the image, the sound was enough to imagine what was happening inside the tank "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH OH FUCK AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH HAHAHAHAHAHA YES YEEEEEESSSS!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH !!!!!!!! GGGNNNNNNNHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH OH GOSH MY... MY TRAPS!!! THEY ARE SO FUCKING HUG...AAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! SHIT, MY SHOULDERS ARE EXPLODING HAHAHAHAHAH!!!!! OOOOOOOOH FUCK!!! MY-AAAAAAAAAAHHHHH... MY ARMS!!! THEY WERE GROWING, THEY WERE... AAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!! GNNNNNNNHHHHH!!! OH FUCK, MY... MY PECS, THEY'RE-AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!! GNNNNNNHHHHHHHH!!!!! OH FUCK! MY ABS ARE ON FIRE!! THEY'RE GOING TO EXPLODE, I CAN FEEL IT,I-AAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRGGGGGHHHHHHHH-AAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRGGGGGHHHHHHHH-AAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRGGGGGHHHHHHHH-AAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRGGGGGHHHHHHHH...AAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!! NNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!! MY...MY LEGS, THEY'RE BECOMING GNNNNNHHHHHHHH WIDER THAN SEQUOIA!!! OH GOSH I CAN FEEL THEM RUBBING AGAINST EACH OTHER!!! OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHH!!! MY... MY BACK, I-I...I'M BECOMING FUCKING WIDE HAHAHAHA YES!!! OH FUCK YES!!!" and let us specify that his voice became deeper and deeper all along his cries. It was too much for me, I completely flooded my pant, shooting load after load after load. "Pass me the tank with the infrared ray!" shouted Krakovski. "I want to see what the situation is!" But suddenly, beyond the heavy grunts and moans of Leo, we heard another sound. *CRIIIIIIIIIC CRIIIIIIIIIIIIIC* What the...??? It was like a cracking sound. I looked carefully at the glass tank and I saw small cracks. "What the hell? Doctor... you didn't say it was ULTRA REINFORCED glass?" "Yes, but even his screams shouldn't cause that, I-I don't understand!" "Doc.. Doctor Krakovski, you... you should see that!" said one of scientists, clearly panicked. Krakovski approached to the screen, and when he saw, his face became white and he shouted "... HOLY SHIT!" He had never sworn like that, I was going to see what could have caused this reaction. When I saw the screen, my jaw dropped to the ground, my eyes popped out of their sockets: on the screen, there was a form, the one of Leo, but he was slightly curled up because... he was taller than the tank! And what was provoking the cracks were not his screams but... his shoulders, pushing against the glass. Leo was simply becoming TOO BIG for the tank!!! I could not emit the least sound except some guttural noises of surprise. We knew he would become huge, but not so much! "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA YES BIGGER!!! BIGGER!!! BIIIIIGGGGGGGEEEEEEEERRRRRRR!!!!" shouted Leo. The glass cracked more and more, jets of water appeared. the cracking continued for several more seconds, covering the entire surface with cracks when suddenly... *CRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKK* A huge noise of breaking glass was heard, water invades the lab, but what caught the attention was the titanic shape in the tank: 12 feet tall, probably more than 7 feet wide, weighed several tons. It was Leo. MY Leo, the one who, until a few hours ago, would have posed for a model magazine. Now, I don't think it would fit through any door, whether it is in height... or width (well, yes, he could obviously pass a door, but in destroying the entire wall with...). It was indescribable: traps like mountains, surrounding totally his neck, shoulders which were several times bigger than my head, fucking gigantic arms (only one of those monsters should be heaviest then myself!), forearms absolutely ENORMOUS, with a lot of veins, gigantic hands, planetoid pecs, hiding his view on his... two... four... six... eight... t-t-TEN? TEN FUCKING BRICKS!!! Each one was almost as big as my head. A V-line so cut that it had to be carved with an axe, with a net of enormous veins leading to his crotch! Legs... no sorry, I mean FUCKING SEQUOIA: I could hide behind one of them because they were so huge! And don't talk about his cock: my arm looked so ridiculous compared to his... dick! My body was shaking, I couldn't believe it! He left the tank and did few steps. I swear I felt the ground shake! He had a little smile and then... "FFFUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKK YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! OH MY GOSH HAHAHAHAHA!!!". His screams resonates in the whole lab. The walls shook! "Awesome!" he said, with a fucking deep voice, in flexing his gigantic biceps. HOLY SHIT! This mountains had to be 2 or 3 times bigger than my head!!! And the main vein was thicker than two of my finger! He should have more strength in his little finger than in my WHOLE body! "Too bad it's already over, I wouldn't have minded a few more feet!". Few more feet? Leo, holy shit dude, you're already fucking GIGANTIC! I approached to him, at the same time amazed, excited but also a bit terrified, terrified by so much power. "L-L-Leo?" I said, with a shaking voice. "Fuck Ryan, it was even better than in all my fantasies!" he said in flexing his enormous muscles. "Hahaha gosh, you're so small now!". Indeed, I could barely reach the bottom of his abs, abs which are almost bigger than my head by the way. "Well Leo, I must say that I didn't expect so many results either!" said the Doctor Krakovski. "Me either!" replied Leo, smiling in flexing his incredible ten-pack. "Do you agree to retake some tests Leo?" asked Krakovski. "And if I refuse, what are you going to do?" replied Leo. "Hem... eh...". Krakovski seemed a bit embarrassed, knowing he is powerless. "I'm kidding Doctor hahahaha! I'm also to test my new abilities. But..." said Leo "But?" asked the Doctor, a bit worried. "It will take something heavier than 200 pounds HAHAHAHA!" "Hem, yeah, obviously..." replied Krakovski. By the way, when leaving the lab, Leo enlarges the entrance. "Oops!" said Leo before to add "You will have to adapt your doors Doc', it's a bit narrow hahahaha!". Nobody says anything... We moved to the test room or rather to a hangar, I was asking myself why but when we are arrived, I understood why. In the middle of the hangar, there was... A FUCKING TANK M1A2! HOLY SHIT! "Eeeh Doc', are you serious? A M1A2 tank? Don't you think that's a bit much?" I asked. "Probably yes, but the objective is not to lift it obviously, just to see if it could put it out of action." "Ah, finally a challenge!" replied Leo, in doing crack his fingers. "Well Leo, I want you put this tank out of action, understood?" said Krakovski. "Understood Doc'!" replied Leo. He approached to the cannon, he grabbed it and, in metal bending sounds, he bended the cannon and brought it back to the hatch. HO-LY SHIT!!! I was stunned by the titanic strength he had now! "Very well, now we can pass to the nex-" "I have not finished." said Leo. "Eh... I think it is, isn't it?" said Krakovski, a bit surprised. "No no, I have not finished." said one more time Leo. Then he placed his hands below the tank. Wait... WAIT! He-he's not going to try to do what I think? "gnnnnnnnnHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!" His face turned red and... ... !!!!!! GOD-DAMN-FUCKING-IT!!!!!! He lifted the front of the tank... HE LIFTED THE FRONT OF THE TANK!!! "D-Doc-Doctor Krakovski?" I asked, in stuttering. "Y-yes?" said the Doctor, also stunned. "H-How much does this thing w-weigh?" "9-9-99 short tons..." My face froze completely, did he just say... 99 FUCKING SHORT TONS??? I swallowed hard. I suspected Leo would become stronger... BUT NOT SO MUCH!!! "W-Well Leo, we can pass to the n-" said Krakovski. "I SAID I HAVE NOT FINISHED!" shouted Leo, a bit angry. "But-" "GGGNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!" Leo forced and suddenly... I think I almost fainted: little by little he raised the tank... ABOVE HIS HEAD!!! And it was not the only one surprise he reserved for us... "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!" He compressed the tank and after few seconds the metal began... to bend!!!!! I couldn't believe my eyes: Leo was lifting and bending a FUCKING TANK!!! the doctor was as stunned as I was... "FUCK YEAH HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!" shouted Leo. There was on his face an unhealthy smile, an expression of pure lust: he clearly loved the situation. When he finished, the tank was only a heaps of crumpled metal. "Here, I have finished!" he said in flexing his monumental biceps. "So Doc', I'm enough strong for you?" The Doctor and myself were speechless, it was much more than we had imagined. "W-Well, let's go to the resistance test" A soldier appeared with a gun. He widened his eyes as he passed the tank's carcass "Wait Doc', will you shoot him?" I asked, a bit worried. "Don't worry Ryan, it's rubber bullets" The soldier shot and without surprise, it was without effect against Leo. "Well we pass this test or not?" asked Leo, impatient. "But... it was the test" replied Krakovski. "This test? are you kidding me Doc'". Leo looked the soldier. "Eh you, you have a M16 no? Well... shot me!" WH-? He was serious? Leo, fuck, it's a fucking M16! I take the intercom. "L-Leo... I don't think that's a very good id-". "SHOT-ME!" shouted Leo, a bit angry. The soldier seemed a bit panicked. "Doc-Doctor... wh-what should I do?" "... do what he said" WHAT THE HELL? "Ah it's not too early" replied Leo, smiling in doing a abs pose. Shaking, he took his M16 and aimed Leo. Few seconds passed. "Do it." said Leo, very low. But nothing happened. "Do it!" he said, a bit louder. But still nothing. "DO IT!" he shouted. I don't know if it was surprise or fear but he fired a burst. I froze, I expected to see, fall to the ground, injured but... he smiled. The soldier looked down and picked up a ball. "Do-Doc'... it-its completely... crushed!" "Hehehe!" smiled Leo. "Now, empty your charger" "... do what he said" replied the Doc'. During several tens of seconds it was tens, hundreds of bullets which were shot on Leo who just smiles. Finally, the charger was empty. "Well ok I must admit, it tickles a little bit hahahaha!" Again we were totally speechless. All bullets were crushed, all. Not one had done anything. All were crushed, all. "You see dude, it is why you have to work your abs hahahaha!" said Leo in rubbing his ten-pack. The soldier swallowed hard, petrified. "W-Well, let's go to speed test..." We went out on a long track, where a circuit had been made and there was a race car. "Well Leo, the goal will be to overtake this car when it will be at full speed" "No problem! Nobody can beat me in a race!" The car started and ran at full speed. "Ready Leo? ... GO!" Leo started to run, quickly, very quickly but not enough for to overtake the car. "How fast does the car run?" I asked. "Probably around 65-70mph, maybe more" replied the Doc'. Holy shit! I'm agree he is now superhuman but even... 70mph for a human, it's so... insane. And indeed, Leo was not able to overtake the car, well, this is what we are thinking... "It's a shame, I would hope he would be able to-" said the Doc' "Well, the warm-up is over?" said Leo, when he passed in front of us. "What? The... warm-up?" we replied, in same time, with the Doc'. Suddenly, Leo accelerated... I mean he REALLY accelerated and... HOLY FUCKING SHIT! He was catching the car, he was CATCHING THE CAR!!! OH MY GOSH! And the must: he did not stop there, no, he continued to run until... catching it a second time! HOLY SHIT! I couldn't believe it... it was insane. We were closer to the Hulk perfs than Captain America! They made several more tests with Leo, all passed with flying colours obviously. The Doctor Krakovski was ecstatic. "It is a total success, it is a total success hahahahahaha!!! Finally they will consider my experiences after this one!". I think that himself did not expect this. "Well that will be all for today, we have arranged a room for you, Leo, adapted to your size" said The Doc'. "Perfect! ... Ryan?" "Yeah?" "Can you wait me in the room for a few minutes, I have to talk with the Doc" asked Leo. "Talk with the Doc'? But why?" I asked, intrigued. "Please" replied Leo. "... Okay, I'll wait for you" I said. "Thanks" replied Leo. I wondered what he had to ask him but it doesn't matter. I was going to the room and... HOLY CRAP! Yeah, it was adapted to Leo size: the door was more than two times taller and wider, the bed was bigger than a king size bed. I felt like an ant in the room of a giant. 10 minutes later, I heard Leo was coming, or rather I felt it: I could feel the vibrations caused by his footsteps. Then he entered in the room by having the reflex to bend down a little. "Hahahaha! No, you'll not destroy this one! They have planned it" I joked. "So much the better! Even if I love destroy walls hahaha" he replied. My eyes became magnetized to the incredible thing that was standing in front of me. I had never seen something so beautiful. I was still struggling to realize: yeah, this fucking insanely muscular titan was Leo, the one I was still fucking this morning, the one who had this fit body. And now, in front of me, it was a fucking titan, 12 feet tall of, at least 7 feet wide, several tons of pure muscle, a strength thah can lift and crush a tank, literally, abs which can stop the bullets, who can overtake a car. And his natural tanned skin gave the scene incredibly more hot. I was almost sweating just looking at him. Yeah, this monstrous force of nature was... my boyfriend! "Oh goooooooooosh!! I will never get used to this view!" I said, already noticing that the precum was oozing and my dick was fucking hard. "And I think I'll never get used to this body." said Leo, smiling in flexing his gigantic biceps. OH FUCK! It was already too much for me and I shot load after load. "You can't imagine how I felt in the tank... It was so... so indescribable! I felt myself becoming bigger and stronger and bigger and stronger, each second was much more intense than the previous. Even the best orgasm was nothing compared to this sensation! It was insane! Thank you Ryan, thank you to give me this opportunity. You will be rewarded very soon, I assure you!" Oh I was already rewarded Leo! And in talking about orgasms, I was doing it repeatedly, drool was literally pouring out of my mouth. Leo turned towards me and saw me. "You like it don't you?" he asked in flexing his monumental biceps. "Oh fuck yes I like it!" I replied, in drooling more. "You want to feel them don't you?" "Yes!" "To lick them?" "YES!" "Well...do you want me to join you in bed?" I couldn't say a word, I was just panting as I shot load after load... Leo walked towards the bed. I moved to avoid being crushed by this behemoth. I felt the ground to shake at each of his footsteps. Leo lay down on the bed and... *CRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCKKKKK* The bed was in pieces... "Grrrr adapted to my size, my ass yes! Adapted to my size perhaps, but adapted to my weight, absolutely not!" Then Leo watched me. "So Ryan, what do you wait hahaha? This body is yours, all yours!" I think I broke the world record for undressing... I almost tore off my clothes! I approached to Leo, in shaking of lust, drooling as fuck, and obviously cumming. It was so good I was pretty sure I was going to wake up next to "skinny" Leo, it was too much for to be real, really too much! My hand approaching to his chest. It emanated from his skin an extraordinary warmth. And finally I touched his skin! ... HO-LY SHIT! My dick went into automatic fire mode, I was panting like never before, worse than a dog, and I had a stream of drool dripping from my mouth. His skin was hot and above all, it was... hard, fucking hard, INSANELY HARD! I felt like I was touching rock. I started to climb the monster, clinging to his abs. I had to get up a little for to pass his enormous pecs and finally I reached his head. Gosh, I was barely half his size! I started to kiss him while I was clinging to his traps (and there was plenty to hold on to!). It was a bit weird. His lips were too big than mine. It was like kissing a giant (in fact, I was kissing a giant!). Instantly, I felt tears flooding on my cheek. My hands rubbed everywhere again and again and again. After several minutes of pure frenzy, I broke the kiss, looked Leo and said. "Fuck me! Leo, I want you fuck me!". I knew he was a lot of bigger than me but I wanted him to fuck me. It was an irresistible desire! I wanted to be dominated, to be fucked by this titan! Leo rubbed my hair and, smiled and said "Honestly, I would like it so much but... if we try anything now, I will crush you like a egg. But we will find a solution quickly, don't worry!" "I don't know if I can hold out any longer" I said, so impatient. "But even if I can't fuck you now... well... worship me is strongly recommended!" he said, with a malicious smile. OH FUCK! It did not take more to put me in trance. Don't worry, it will be a pleasure to worship you, Leo! My hands were running everywhere, feeling his huge traps, his titanic striated shoulders, his gigantic pecs. and then I noticed a detail: Leo was almost twice as tall as me and I was lying on him so that my... crotch was at the level of his ten-pack. I could feel my dick rubbing against his enormous muscle bricks. Perfect! Without waiting I went to wedge my cock in his deep central crevice. Goooooosh, it was so tight! I could feel his enormous boulder abs compressing my dick! Then I started the back and forth... OH FUCK! OH SHIT! OH CRAP! OH MY GOSH! INSANE! IT'S WAS SO... INSANELY GOOD!!! I cried of joy. Never sex felt so fucking good! Leo was grunting of pleasure and sometimes rubbed my hair with his huge hands. Crap, he could grab my entire head with only one hand. And I could feel him, I could feel his titanic strength. The slightest pressure too much and it breaks all my bones. I felt a little sorry for him, he was forced to hold back while I was having my best sex. Then, while I was licking his enormous pecs, my mouth reached his nipple and instinctively I began to suck it. The result was immediate "GGGGGGGGRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!" roared Leo, from pleasure. "Don't... d-don't d-do...it-it's so-so sen-sensitive" he said, in stuttering. So sensitive? Hehehe, here is a gift honey! I sucked stronger. "OH SHIT!!! AAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!! IT'S SO GOOD! DON'T..." But suddenly he stopped. "No...no, continue... I'm tired to hold me back! Let's go Ryan, suck me! Suck me stronger! LET'S GO RYAN! DO IT HAHAHAHAHA!!!" No need to tell me twice Leo! I started to suck and lick like never I did before! Oh gosh, it was a dream, it was a fucking living dream! I was in pure ecstasy: crying of joy, cumming non-stop and sucking/licking my boyfriend. "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH FFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKK!!!" roared Leo. Well, I was not the only one who was in ecstasy: Leo was shouting and I could see him grabbing things but he reduced them in dust due his superhuman strength. "GGGGGNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! SOOOO GOOOOOOOOD!!! AAAAAAHH... OH FUCK OH FUCKING FUCK I-I...I'M GOING TO...T-TO EXPLODE!" I was so absorbed I didn't notice that Leo's dick was as hard as ever and above all... he was ready to shoot! Suddenly I stopped, I raised my eyes and watched Leo. "Oh man! It was awesome! Fortunately you stopped because I was going to expl-" I didn't let him finish, I dived again on his nipple and redoubled my efforts. "OOOOOOOOOOH SHIIIIIIIIIIITTTTT!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH T-TOO M-MUCH AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" Leo began to shake in all directions, hitting the ground with his feet, crushing all that was within his reach with his hands. Hehe, yeah the pleasure was there! "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!! I'M GOING TO EXPLODE! I'M GOING TO EXPLODE! OHMYGOSH I'M GOINNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGNNNNNNNNNNNHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!" It was imminent. Fortunately for myself, Leo had a good reflex: he caught his dick and pointed it towards the ceiling. And finally, the floodgates opened... "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" I had almost forgotten that my boyfriend was now a 12 feet titan and his orgasms were no longer the same: his charges hit the ceiling like a cannonball, and I'm not just speaking figuratively, it really looked like cannonballs being fired. If it had hit me, I don't know what state I would have been! With each shot, pieces of plaster were falling! I bet I felt the walls shake due to his scream. Fuck, it was awesome! From my side, I was also cumming and shouting but my screams were totally masked by those of Leo. I came and I came and I came, like Leo (except that I shot a few liters while he shot more than one swimming pool), filling the central crevice of Leo's abs with my cum. After long minutes of orgasm, the calm returned. It was a deluge, there was cum everywhere! "Ha... ha... ha... ha... oh my gosh! You know how to worship perfectly!" said Leo, with a his deep voice. "Ha... ha... ha... n-not hard when you have a boyfriend like you!" I replied. After few minutes, we started again, and again and again. It was the hotter night of my life. Sex until exhaustion. I started to count our orgasms but after the sixth one I stopped but after all,fuck, who would not be turned on if he was worshipping his 12 feet ultra muscular boyfriend? I don't know when I'm asleep but when I woke up, my head was resting on something hard, very hard. I looked around to see a huge pec. Oh gosh! So it wasn't a dream, Leo was really a 12 feet titan! He was still sleeping, his snoring was very loud and I felt my whole body up and down because of his breathing. Suddenly, someone hit the door. "Leo? Ryan? The Doctor Krakovski would like see y-". He entered in the room and... "HOLY CRAP!" he shouted of surprise, in seeing the condition of the room: cum everywhere, even on the ceiling, a big hole in the ceiling, bed and furniture crushed, cracks in the walls... It was carnage! "Hem hem... w-we arrive..." I said, a bit embarrassed. Leo moans loudly in opening his eyes. "Good morning my BIG love! The Doc' is waiting for us" "Good morning my little honey! I had a great night, not you?" asked Leo. "Oh yeah, it was a great night, a fucking great night!" I said, happy. "And don't worry, we'll do it again this night hehehe!" he said, in a strange tone, almost as if he was hiding something from me. "Well I would have done "again" but the Doc' is waiting for us" I said. I hurried to wash what I could (yeah, I stank a bit the sex...) and to dress. Leo didn't even have to: he wouldn't fit into anything. And we went to see the Doctor Krakovski. "Good morning Doc'" I said. "Good morning, Ryan. Slept well?" "Hem... th-the night had been a bit agitated..." I said in stuttering. "I see that..." replied the Doc'. Oh my gosh... I think I blushed like never. It was so embarrassing... "So... you wanted to see us?" I asked. "Yeah follow me!" he said. We went through corridors that I had never been in before. We passed a good number of security. What the hell, where are we going? Finally, we arrived in another, larger lab. And what I saw... my jaw fell to the floor: in this lab, there was... another fucking tank! And this one was bigger. "W-W-W-WHAT THE HELL???" I shouted. "The one yesterday was for the first experiments, this one is more finalized: bigger, more solid" said Krakovski. Another tank? Bigger? Wait, it means that he will... ? "Wait, you mean you're going to make... LEO GROW AGAIN???" I shouted, totally stunned in imagining Leo even bigger, stronger, wider. Crrrraaaaaaaaap! "No." replied Krakovski. Eh? Did I hear well? He just said... no? "No?" I asked, stunned by his answer. Suddenly, Leo exploded in laugh. "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! Ryan... you still don't understand?" "Understand? Understand what?" I asked. "Ryan... YOU are the next test subject!" said Leo.
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  9. Chapter 10 Bruce was discharged from the hospital after spending a month practically immobile. He refused to let the staff mention his weight and he avoided his reflection at all costs. Dr. Steven Clark arrived early in the morning on the day Bruce was set to be discharged. “You ready Bruce?” Bruce barely nodded his head. Dr. Clark had watched Bruce become more quiet and depressed over the last few weeks. After their first talk about Bruce regaining his previous size, his continual loss of mass could not help but affect Bruce’s mental health. Dr. Clark personally escorted Bruce to the hospital entrance but it was not Bruce’s truck waiting at the door, it was a large, expensive SUV. Bruce looked at Dr. Clark with a look of confusion. “It’s mine. I told you I’d help you reach your size goals Bruce and I think the best way to do that is for me to take a very personal interest in your recovery. Come home with me, let me help.” “W-w-what, w-w-why?” Dr. Clark only smiled and helped Bruce out of the wheelchair. Even at his current weight, the doctor marvelled at how heavy and dense Bruce’s body felt. “Just get in, check out what I have planned at home and you decide if it’s what you want.” “Don’t you have to work?” Bruce asked, still trying to comprehend what was happening. “I took an indefinite leave of absence.” Bruce had settled in the front seat and whipped his head around to face Dr. Clark. “Like I told you Bruce, I want to see you get huge again and frankly, I want to see how big I can get.” Bruce couldn’t help cracking a smile for the first time in weeks as Dr. Clark drove away from the hospital. An hour later, the vehicle drove up the long driveway of a huge house in a very posh neighbourhood. The lawn was perfectly manicured and as one of the three car garage doors opened, Bruce glanced at the two other cars parked inside. Both men got out of the car and Bruce followed Steven on tour of the incredible house. They toured the huge main floor, comprised of a huge living room, large office and a kitchen equipped to cook for a hundred people. The back yard was enclosed by a huge fence and had a massive pool and hot tub. “That will help with your recovery.” Steven said, pointing to the hot tub. Bruce could just stare at everything he saw. “Let me show you the basement.” Steven said, heading back inside. There was another living room and a smaller kitchen at the bottom of the basement steps. The far had two huge wooden doors that slide open with the touch of a button. As the light’s flickered on, Bruce let out a gasp. The room was massive and contained the most astounding collection of gym equipment Bruce had ever seen. “Pretty great eh? I’ve bought the house because of this space and over the last few years, I’ve build it into what I think is the best gym in the world.” Steven said as he ran his hands over various pieces of equipment with obvious pride. He looked at Bruce’s wide eyes as he inspected some of the machines with awe. “I’ve even had some of these custom made to really target certain muscles.” “Wow,” was all Bruce could muster. Huge, floor-to-ceiling mirrors huge on all the walls. Bruce couldn’t help but catch his reflection, stopping him dead in his tracks. He was wearing a t-shirt that had fit him like a second skin before landing in the hospital and now it looked like a tent wrapped around him. He was so transfixed on the sight, he didn’t notice Steven approach. “I know it’s hard Bruce but it’s not as bad as you think. You’ll bounce back faster than you think.” “FUCK! What do you know. LOOK AT ME! I’m so fucking small!” Bruce screamed, his voice cracking with emotion. Steven pushed another button on the wall and two mirrors started to separate revealing another room. Like the gym, the lights flicked on but revealed something that made Bruce gasp again. “The gym is great but this room is what matters.” Steven said, following Bruce inside. It was a state-of-the-art lab loaded with chemicals, machines and computers. “It was nearly complete before we meet but over the last month, I’ve rushed to get it ready for us.” “What is all this?” Bruce asked. “This is were I’ll create the most potent steroids in the world. It’s where I heal your damaged shoulder in record time and where every supplement you need to reach unheard of levels of mass will be created.” Bruce was too shocked to speak. He scanned the room full of foreign materials and compounds until his gaze stopped on Dr. Clark. He stepped closer to the buff doctor and placed one hand on the back of his neck and the other on his firm, round pec. He pulled Steven close and started to kiss him. Steven wrapped his formidable arms around Bruce’s body and squeezed his hard. The two men stayed like that for minutes before Steven took a step back. “Let me show you upstairs, were you can nap before we start working out.” Bruce looked back to the gym, “No, we work out now,” he said and walked towards the endless rack of dumbbells lining the far wall. --- “Add more FUCKING WEIGHT!” Bruce screamed as Steven could only watch in awe. Bruce slammed the bar loaded with two 45lb plates per side back on the rack. “Damn Bruce, I can’t believe you are shoulder pressing 225lbs three months after having your shoulder reconstructed!” “Add another plate to each side!” Bruce commanded. “315lb!” With the new weights added, Bruce let out a loud grunt as he hoisted the weight off the rack and started to pound out textbook perfect reps. Sweat puddled on the floor at his feet as he manhandled the heavy bar like it weighted nothing. After 25 reps, he lowered the weight but didn’t rack it. “Two more, NOW!” Bruce screamed. Steven timidly added another 45lb weight to one side and hurried to add the counter weight to the other side, fearing Bruce would loose his balance but the bar barely moved. With 405lbs loaded on the bar, Bruce’s already pumped shoulders looked like too vein-covered pumpkins. He starred with wide eyed at his reflection in the mirror and with a wall-shaking growl, started to press the massive weight. Steven stumbled back and felt his knees go weak at the sight. Dr. Steven Clark was not prepared for Bruce’s intensity when he first arrived at his home. Bruce was just out of the hospital, still recovering from his injuries and loosing muscle mass daily. Since that first day, Bruce had not only recovered at frightening speed, he body was responding to Steven’s custom-made steroids on a level the doctor wasn’t prepared for. Bruce completed 10 reps before slamming the bar on the rack with such force, a number of the plates crashed to the floor. “Incredible. I’m not sure I can even move the bar with 225lb on it.” Steven said as he approached the bar, preparing for his set. “NO. I’m not done!” Bellowed Bruce. “Bruce, chill out. I still need to get my sets in.” Bruce flared his lats, causing his arms and traps to swell, “I don’t give a FUCK about your sets.” “Bruce! What the fuck? We’ve been working out together for three months. I’ve been helping you get bigger. Hell, we’ve fucked every night. What’s your problem suddenly?” Bruce took two steps closer to Steven and with lightning fast speed, he grabbed the unsuspecting doctor by the throat with one huge hand. Steven’s eye displayed pure terror as Bruce gripped hard. “All of that means SHIT to me. When I walked in here I was a pathetic, broken mess but this gym and your gear was my only hope.” Bruce said as he tightened his grip on Steven’s neck, marvelling at the thick cords of his forearm muscles. With barely any effort, he started to lift the doctor until he was forced to stand on his tip toes. “What do you weight now Doc, 255lbs? Fuck, that weight barely registers.” Bruce said and with one small flick of his wrist, sent Steven flying six feet away. The doctor landed on the floor hard, gasping for air. “I told you I was 390lb before Andy fucked me up. Well, this morning I weighted 405lbs. I’m already bigger than I was and I have no plans on stopping.” “Why Bruce, what did I do?” Steven rambled, with fear in his eyes as he looked up at Bruce’s massive body. “You didn’t do anything. This was never about you. It’s always about ME. I need the mass, I need the fuel, I need the drugs, I need whatever it takes to make me THE BIGGEST MONSTER!” Bruce said as he bend down and picked up a 45lb weight plate. He held it with both hands and Steven let out a wimpier as the metal started to twist in Bruce’s grip. “Did you think we would be some sad meathead couple? Dude’s that lift together stay together? Fuck that! I needed you, I needed this gym, I needed that incredible gear you created.” Bruce said tossing the destroyed weight plate aside like he was suddenly bored with it. Tears ran from Steven’s eyes. “Don’t look so fucking sad little man. You still get to watch me grow. You still get to inject me with gear and hell, I’m still going to fuck you whenever I want. “N-n-n-n-o!” Steven said as he slowly stood up, still rubbing his neck. Bruce started to chuckle as he slowly brought his hands together and flexed. Instantly his whole body erupted. His shoulders were purple with pump as they solidified into massive balls of muscle. His pecs expanded and rose to graze his chin as deep, vein-covered striations appeared on the surface. His bloated, ripped arms contorted into two powerful pistons. His minuscule waist tighter into a solid column of muscle that lead to his massive, frighteningly shredded quads and calves. Bruce looked inhuman without a trace of injury. “I WASN”T ASKING!” Bruce said. Steven glanced at the door and turned to run but Bruce was ready. He reached out and grabbed Steven’s arm and squeezed. The doctor let out a painful howl as his legs buckled but he didn’t fall because Bruce held him up. Bruce gripped Steven around the neck again with his other hand but this time he lifted Steven’s whole body off the ground. Steven clawed at Bruce’s rock-hard arm and shoulder but it was like trying to break down a steal door. Bruce started to walk around the gym, holding Steven like he weighted nothing. “You need to learn your place little man.” Bruce said dropping Steven in a heap at his feet. Bruce lifted his once injured leg and placed his foot on Steven’s chest and started to press. Steven let out a terrible scream and seconds later his first rib snapped. Bruce barely registered the noise, he was transfixed by his reflection in the mirror. “405lb is still not enough. I mean, FUCK I LOOK GOOD but I need SO MUCH MORE!” He bellowed as his raised his arms into a mammoth double bicep pose. Thick cords of ripped muscle pulsed and expanded in every direction. He heard another crack as he turned and licked his left bicep. “You’re not done UNTIL I say you are done; until you’ve helped be become a DISGUSTING, MUTATED, MASS OF POWER AND MUSCLE! Now, go get my meals ready, I need to lift more.” Bruce said and landed a kick so hard into Steven’s side, he slide three feet towards the door. Bruce heard the doctor coughing and moaning in pain as he loaded the bar with more weights to further torture his fully pumped shoulders.
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  10. With the permission of the author, I am reposting a short story he wrote for the old forum that I kept in my collection. The story wastes no time getting to the action. You might want to cover your things with a plastic tarp before you start reading . . . BOOM! by Lorus Alex rushed into the living-room where his boyfriend was watching some Sean Cody porn, his jeans around his ankles and his hand working his considerable rod with gusto. “Dude, check out the guy moving into the old Hanson place across the street,” Alex excitedly commanded Dwayne the constant-jacker. Cute Alex, clad only in white jogging shorts, was already leaking a LOT of precum, what – from just watching a guy from across the street? Now Dwayne’s curiosity was peaked. “Grrrr, no fucker is going to get you in that state and get away with it,” Dwayne resolved, already shooting a sizeable jet of cum into the air. It went up and then arced downward, splashing squarely across Alex’s chest, one he’d built up from swimming and push-ups. “Mmmm,” said Alex, amazed at the fact his boyfriend was constantly horny, constantly jacking-off, and would fuck him whenever he got the chance. Dwayne considered himself the horniest, sexiest super-stud in town. But today that opinion of himself would change forever. Both guys went to the window to watch the spectacle outside. “Holy shit.... he’s huge,” cried Dwayne, his already rock-hard bone getting denser, more ripped with size, adorned with thick veins. His cock was huge, and it throbbed hungrily, steaming with sexual heat. Standing behind his boyfriend but focused squarely on the massive bodybuilder across the street, Dwayne ripped down Alex’s white shorts, and loved how the cock-ring he wore seemed to make his ten-inch cock bulge more hugely. You’d think Alex would have loosened up in his anus, having been fucked so many times by sex-mad Dwayne, but not so. Alex’s hole was always nice and tight. The boys loved it like that, and Dwayne, his shaft dripping with his own precum, lashed into Alex’s wet hole, an organic version of a jackhammer... in and out with tremendous vigour, Dwayne’s fervour unrelenting. “Jeezus, he’s the biggest bodybuilder I’ve ever seen, even bigger than Mike Hugeman the Muscle Whore. He must be over 800 lbs.,” Alex gasped, pushing backward against Dwayne’s vigorous invasion to maximize the force of this stand-up-fuck. “Fuuuck, he’s lifting that piano out of the truck like it was made of feathers,” Dwayne – pounding Alex’s hole repeatedly – exclaimed as his lust got stronger and stronger. “Yeah, and the removal guys are... holy shit... he’s making them strip off their overalls.... nah ...they’re not gonna.... unngh .... that’s great..... harder you bastard.... fuck me to death,” enthused Alex, torn between focusing on the super-huge muscleman across the street – getting the delivery guys so turned on – and being ridden by Dwayne who suddenly discovered that he could focus on both actions, and believed that the arrival of the bodybuilder had intensified his need to fuck and cum. The heat suddenly generated by the voyeurs caused a nearby potted plant to wilt. “Yeah... he’s making them wank their dicks alright.... dayum .... I want him. He MUST get fucked by my massive cock. We could.... unngh.... have an orgy.... Omyfuckin’god.... he’s flexin’ right out of that sexy muscle shirt, lat-spreading like he’s spreadin’ wings to take off,” cried Dwayne, both men now so caught up in one of the best sexual moments of their relationship. Buttons pinged off the bodybuilder’s shredded shirt, flying in all directions with force enough to shatter windows nearby. “Mmmmm, he looks like Jay Cutler, and a bit like Craig Titus, only five times their combined sizes. Wow, look at the size of the bulge in his denim cut-offs. He’s a super-enormous, mega-muscled farm boy,” gasped Alex flexing his buttocks as hard as he could, tightening his hole against Dwayne’s meaty raping. “Awwww man, the delivery guys are hot too, they look like bodybuilders now that they’re naked in the street. Their cocks are big, too. God, they’re strokin’ em hard. Look at the bodybuilder’s lat-spread, awww, his size, soooo big. Man, he must be six feet across at the shoulders... no way... no way.... he’s goin’ for the truck... he’s gonna....aw fuuuuckkk,” Dwayne was lost for words as he pulverized Alex’s ass whilst the massive Adonis across the street began to lift the entire delivery truck in a muscle show of utter power for his cock-stroking naked four-man audience. “His...awwww.....unnngh.... muscles are bulging thicker.... unnnngh...as he takes....the....unnnngh....strain of the truck....awwww....so good, darling.....harder....fucking hurt me harder.....harder grrrrrrrrrrrrr!!!!!” Dwayne, having just shot a load not three minutes ago, felt his balls filling up with fresh spunk, but he planned on holding onto it for as long as possible. Alex could also keep himself from cumming for ages and ages. They suspected the bodybuilder had more tricks to show them. He stood with tree-trunk legs akimbo and the huge truck’s weight not a problem for him as he hefted it above his blonde-haired head. His grunting was manly, guttural and the delivery guys caught onto the idea of fucking one another whilst watching this hunky hulk doing his thing. He began to pump out rep after rep, lifting a truck that easily weighed several tonnes. “Awwww.....he’s getting huuuger....no way.....awwww fuck...I’m gonna cum,” gasped Alex, trying his best to keep his load in. He spread his legs wider to better anchor himself, his hands high up and pushing against the wall on either side of the window. Dwayne kept on pounding, and he grew mean: “Don’t fucking cum until I tell you, y’fuckin’ sexy bastard,” he growled, wishing his cock could get bigger and bigger inside his boyfriend, so that he could give him the fuck of his life. Across the street the huge bodybuilder got huger and huger.....HUUUUGE by hundreds of pounds in just a few seconds. With every rep of the benched truck, his muscles ballooned many times over, biceps swelling bigger than the chests of his audience, lats rushing outward by a metre per minute on either side of him. He flexed his rock-hard abs, each one swelling larger than the pecs of an Olympian bodybuilder. “He’s fuckin’ beautiful....I wonder...unnnngh.... how big he can get.... aw fuck,” gasped Alex, hoping this moment would last and last and last. The delivery guys suddenly advanced on him as he continued to press the truck over his head, again and again. “Too fuckin’ light for Yuri,” Alex and Dwayne heard the giant bellow. He stamped down hard on the pavement and a spider-web of cracks spread out from the impact, seriously undermining the foundations of the surrounding properties. One of the delivery men was frantically working at the buttons on Yuri’s cut-offs, anxious to get a look at his burgeoning meat therein. The monster cock was a monster indeed, springing forth and the second delivery guy shot a massive load of cum as soon as he saw it. The cum shot out in a controlled jet right into the mouth of the huge bodybuilder. “Mmmmm tasty hot man juice.... moarrrrrrr!!!!!” Yuri slurped the treat, and his muscles grew larger still. He squatted down for a moment, and then, grunting maniacally, shot up suddenly, blasting the truck skyward. It went up and up and up, so high that he put the fucking thing in orbit. But he needed to flex more and more to get bigger and bigger, and he also needed to show off his ever-increasing super strength. “Jump on my fucking arms,” he growled to the cumming delivery men who somehow, in the presence of this giant, seemed capable of shooting inhuman amounts of cum, which Yuri lapped up, slurping intensely. “This is the....unnngh....hottest thing I’ve ever... gasp.... seen,” gasped Dwayne, still able to hold on to his juice. “Awwww need to shoot, Dwayne,” moaned Alex, his hole now red from the fucking it was getting. “Fuckin’ stay put....grrrr. You will shoot when I say you can,” roared Dwayne, and brutally-but-playfully nipped Alex’s earlobe as a reprimand. The biting alone nearly made Alex cum. The growing pressure in his balls was fast becoming unbearable. Across the street the delivery men clambered up the huge bodybuilder, using his enormous, metre-long dick as a step to get higher. He must have been over seven feet tall. The first delivery man was able to stand right up atop Yuri’s massive pec-shelf which jutted out by two whole feet over his abs, casting them into deep shadow. Each delivery man climbed onto one of Yuri’s arms, which he held out straight on either side, in typical crucifix fashion. “Position your sweet assholes on each of my biceps,” Yuri commanded. The smaller men obeyed instantly. “Awww....he’s gonna....unnnngh....fuck them with his.... biceps,” gasped Alex, managing to still hold on to his load. Dwayne kept hammering him, his chin resting on Alex’s shoulder so that he could watch the spectacle outside and across the street. “Fuckin’ mounds must be sixty inches or more right around....unnnngh....bigger....unnnngh... when he flexes them,” said Dwayne his lust ever-increasing beyond all extremity. His thick, massive cock continued to give Alex’s ass a battering. He could go on for hours if he wanted to. Sure enough, Yuri curled up his forearms, fists tightly bunched and sending ever-bulging veins ripping across his arms and body with near-seismic ferocity. The delivery men screamed, their bodies lurching upwards as titanic peaks of mountainous muscle tore into their asses and flexed upwards and outwards to fill every crevice of their cracks. Both men shot tonnes more cum, which again arced nicely into Yuri’s hungry mouth. He gulped and gorged on the thick milk and flexed harder and harder and harder. He alternated between levelling out his arms and bunching up his bicep-peaks, and in what was certain to be a balancing act to rival Cirque du Soleil, hammered those peaks repeatedly into the smaller men’s hungry asses. And as he drank of them, so he grew bigger still, his biceps rushing up to a maddening size altogether. He filled out all over, bicep-pumping the shit out of the delivery men, who screamed in bliss atop his biceps. Then he shot his load. A gush of cum, with fire-hose intensity, shot across the street, smashing right through Alex’s car’s windscreen and out the back window. It splashed up all over the more resilient house window, which didn’t break but instead opened inward, pushing both men back and drenching them in gallon after gallon of milky jizz. Alex shot his load in the process, as did Dwayne. They drank as much of Yuri’s cum as their stomachs could carry. And they also began to grow, piling on a thousand pounds of muscle each in just a few seconds. “Awwww.... this is incredible,” cried Alex, standing up in a room of cum and flexing his new muscles so hard that veins thick as rope flared all over him, his body flashing red from stretch-marks that came and went as his skin healed and adapted to the massive muscles it now covered. Dwayne was the same, but his growth was more centred on his gargantuan dick, the rod now swelled to more than six feet in length, the cock-ring now just metal dust. “Awwww.....we’re gods now. I need to shoot and shoot. But gonna rape that fucking bodybuilder across the street.” Dwayne stomped outside, taking the side off the house as he went. But he didn’t care, for he was beyond materialism, now that he was fuelled only by the lust of having muscles, massive ones, and needing to fuck and fuck and fuck like mad. The delivery men were now gorging on the still-torrential surge of Yuri’s magical cum, they, too, beginning to fill out and grow huge. Muscles bulged on muscles, pecs swelling like inflatable pillows, abs super-striating, biceps melon-balling, dicks thickening and shooting as they grew ever larger. The weight of these giants now began to destroy the street, but most people weren’t home anyway. But being a predominantly gay neighbourhood, those who were home rushed out to get in on the action. Massive muscles came to the street this day... and the fuck fest lasted until well after sundown. By nightfall there were twenty massive musclemen writhing around Yuri – and he the biggest of all – their homes in ruins, deep pools of cum everywhere. Yuri had swelled to fifty feet in height and still he pumped cum without end. He weighed thousands of pounds, every muscle super-striated, each striated segment capable of independent flexing. His pecs were as big as houses now, and when he flexed them they pushed against the air hard enough to create a sonic boom. Alex and Dwayne, both around twenty feet tall and weighing four tonnes each, worshipped their new master and continued to feed him their cum to make his muscles even bigger. The others from the street and the delivery men had passed out from exhaustion and slept around the Alpha-god Yuri who demanded more size, more strength. He just wanted to get bigger and bigger and bigger. He made Alex and Dwayne his chief seeders and fuck-buddies, and Dwayne, now the second sexiest super-stud, fell into line easily. They now lived to fuck and cum and eat each other’s spunk and grow huger and huger and huger. Yuri flexed the most massive lat-spread in all of creation, his heaving man-tits hulking upwards as if to swallow his head. Then he crabbed down into a most-muthafuckin’-massively huge and striated most muscular ever flexed. The shockwave tore up trees and ripped roofs off houses a mile away. “BOOM!” He screamed. The End
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  11. Part Four I basically felt like a helpless stone-age woman being effortlessly carried back to the cave by some humongous man, as Dirk walked out onto the street with me draped across his shoulder - like a rolled up rug. I quickly realized he barely felt my weight on his expansive deltoid. I also knew he was a sight to see – a huge thick mountainous musclebound shirtless man with a smaller dude swung over his gigantic shoulder waddling down the sidewalk. I was able to see people stopped in their tracks staring at us open-mouthed and wide-eyed after we passed them. I was sure Dirk’s fire hydrant of a dick was also still quite discernible through his flimsy cotton shorts. The big dude held me in place with one hand on my ass and a finger pushing dangerously into the material of my own shorts, pressing up against my tightened hole. Even his finger felt like it had grown – poking into me like a thick cock head. Huge thick Dirk turned and stepped into the open door of a corner market, keeping me in place the entire time. He walked up to the counter. “Twenty of your largest condoms. I’m going to need triple extra-large, if you got them. Oh fuck, I haven’t got any money. Dude, you got some cash?” “I keep a twenty in my shoe for emergencies.” “Well, since we’re both about to explode and I can’t wait to pop your sweet ass-cherry, I’d consider this an emergency. Fucking hell, just mentioning your ass makes me leak a big gob of pre.” I felt my body being turned so my foot was offered to the young guy behind the counter. My shoe was removed and the bill was taken. I heard the register drawer being opened and closed. At the same time, I heard one of the condom packets being opened between Dirk’s teeth as he pulled it apart. With one hand he must have pulled the thing from the package. “Fuck, this is the biggest one you’ve got, little man? I think it would barely fit around my pinkie finger. I’ll try to pull it onto my supersized cock, but I’m pretty sure my big meat is going to immediately burst this thing to shreds. Do I look like these things would cover my honking huge meat? You okay there, little man? You’re shaking a lot and turning a deep red.” I could tell Dirk was leaning forward to look over the counter. I didn’t even need to see to know what was happening. Huge, thick Dirk had simply been too much for the young guy to handle. And hearing the big man talk about his giant cock, made it even worse. I could actually hear the poor dude’s cock spewing into his shorts – like a sprinkler system rocking out hot juice. The attendant stopped breathing for a few seconds and then the stench of warm cum wafted through the small store. I bounced up and down on Dirk’s shoulder as the big man laughed. “Oops, sorry about that, little man. I was just too much for you, wasn’t I? Big thick muscles clearly turn you on, since you exploded just because I was standing here, shirtless. Oh, look-a-there, you were glancing through a muscle rag. See anyone in there as big as me, little buddy? Naw, I didn’t think you would. And get this, I’m still growing. Getting thicker every hour. Yeah, that thought made your boner ache even more, didn’t it? You’re cute enough, man, that on any other day I’d reach across this counter, pick you up with one mighty hand, and toss you over my other shoulder to take you home with us for a little three-way fun and ass-stretching. But, see this more than usually handsome guy on my big shoulder. He’s never been tapped by a guy. I know, hard to believe, right? So, he’s been playing coy with me for a long time . . . which has actually been okay, since it has made my muscles grow and my body become insanely thick. Yeah, I can see you find that as hot as we do. Anyway, today I finally pushed this ladies’ man beyond the point of no return and he’s full-on looking forward to me plowing this sweet, bulbous ass of his. Big, perky, and tight, don’t you think? Yeah, makes me gush a little, too, just thinking about sinking my mega dick deep inside there. So anyway, my little muscle whore, I’m sure you can understand why I’m so desperately ready to be back at my place . . . but I can’t leave a guy dripping his last bits of man-honey into his shorts without even getting the chance to grope my densely packed massive muscles. So, how about latching on to this big biceps for another eruption down south, tiny friend.” Again, Dirk leaned forward. I could tell he was flexing his left arm so the peak swelled humongous for the onlooker. The young guy gasped out loud as fingers touched hard muscle and then he moaned even louder as he clearly shot another major load into his underwear – mere minutes after the other intense release. I was thoroughly impressed by the dude’s juice-making abilities, but I also knew the thick, massive biceps of Dirk had a lot to do with it. I heard the little guy’s ass hit the stool behind him as Dirk straightened back up. The guy was clearly spent and needed to sit down. Hell, he probably needed to lay down. Dirk adjusted my body, so my hard-on would be smashed against his muscled shoulder – giving me some extra pleasure. “That’s it, little man, you take a quick nap. Dirk’s massive arm was just too much to handle, wasn’t it. You’re not the only one to spew and pass out from grabbing hold of my bulging biceps, dude. So many men nowadays can’t handle their muscle worshipping. It’s just too intense . . . but not this guy on my shoulder. You’ve held out for so long, buddy. Just thinking about you making me wait this long makes me swell . . . and not just below the belt, either. Have you felt my shoulder getting wider beneath you since we left the gym. Just contemplating what it’s going to feel like to wildly pound that sexy ass of yours is giving me a workout like never before. My muscles are aching from the growth . . . merely because I’m about to conquer that virgin hole of yours, bud. Here, let me turn around and you get a good gander at this passed-out dude as he dreams of my muscles. Take a good look at that massive wet spot at his crotch. That’s nowhere near the amount of cum I’m about to shoot up your ass, man. I’m going to make you feel like you’ve swallowed an ocean. I’m going to make your muscles swell, just by filling you up with my hot jism.” When big Dirk swung me easily around, I first noticed the huge satisfied grin on the face of the young attendant. He was, indeed, out like a light, but he was smiling. Clearly, he had been extremely happy to grab hold of Dirk’s thick biceps, but as soon as he did he ejaculated big time and then was out cold on the stool leaning against the wall. I recognized a Dirk-muscle induced grin – since I’d seen it on my own face at the gym many times before. Judging by the milky wide stain at the front of the guy’s pants, I had a feeling his balls were now like shriveled up raisins – emptied of every drop of juice the dude had. I felt Dirk’s fingers sliding back into my ass crack – pressing against the material of my shorts and teasing my hole. My cock was stiffer than a flagpole against his wide, thick shoulder. “My thick hand has grown to the perfect size for groping one of your gorgeous, globular ass cheeks, bud. That beautiful thing of yours is so nicely muscular and padded – just begging for me to plow it. How about I poke a finger through your shorts as we walk to my place and I spend some time working that tight-as-hell virgin hole . . . you know, just to get you primed for the big thing to come later. Imagine the faces of onlookers as we walk down the street and I’m making you moan by fingering your sphincter . . . hard and deep.” “Dirk man . . . no. We can wait until we’re at your place. Please don’t make me embarrass myself.” We were headed back outside and I glanced back at the still smiling – now awake – attendant. I knew he’d have enough muscle fodder for fantasies to last a lifetime. He’d be beating off to memories of thick Dirk for years to come. I glanced down and noticed the sides of the big man’s shorts were ripping at the seams. His legs were just getting too freakishly big to be contained. I had a feeling he’d look like he was just wearing a loin cloth by the time we made it to his place. His upper back was wider than any guy I’d ever seen – thick muscles exploding outward all over. And yet, the dude’s waist was still slim and tight – almost as narrow as mine. I suddenly understood what a fucking hourglass figure was all about. All my life I had been turned on by women – their softness, their feminine smells, the way their smaller bodies made me feel manly. It was too hard to count the number of Playboy magazines I had to throw away because the pages ended up being stuck together because I squirted all over them. I was the definition of a ladies’ man. I was known at the gym as being a ‘good catch’ for any woman. But one day, in waddled this huge guy named Dirk – and he stood at the edge of the lifting area and surveyed all the patrons. It was like he was at a pet store choosing which animal he was going to take home. I have no idea why he honed in on me, but he did – over everyone else at the place. He said it was because I was bending over to tie my shoe and my ass just spoke to him. Without even seeing my face, or the rest of my body, he chose me. He walked over and as soon as I stood up and noticed his hugeness, he asked, “How would you like to help me get even more massive than I already am?” Definitely not what I was expecting a guy that looked like him to say and certainly not the best come-on line, ever . . . but something inside me blossomed for the first time. I took in his enormous pecs underneath his tank top. I gazed at his already gigantic arms. I also let my eyes wander down his crotch to his colossal legs. An awareness that had previously been dormant snapped awake at that moment. The idea of something akin to making the Hulk grow even more incredible made my entire body quiver with excitement. I instantly knew I wanted to watch him grow. I immediately knew I wanted to help him in any way I could. He then flat-out asked me if I were gay. When I said ‘no’ I heard him say, under his breath, something like ‘that’ll change soon enough.’ I basically ignored the statement at the time because I was so impressed by his body and his desire to get bigger. It was like his muscles were a drug and I was addicted. He reached out and pinched my right nipple hard, making me wince a little. It was the first time in my life that my balls tingled because a man touched me . . . and it was totally disconcerting. The cocky son-of-a-gun looked into my eyes and said, ‘My size excites you. One day you’ll be mine.’ Because of what he said first, I was able to kind of ignore the second part. His giant muscled frame did excite me . . . especially since I knew he was going to grow bigger. I was secure enough in my manhood that I knew my admiration for big Dirk was about working out and creating an awesome body. Somewhere, however, in the deep recesses of my brain, his statement about me being his one day took root and started to grow. Now, my hard cock bounced against his massive shoulder as we walked down the sidewalk. My entire being accepted those words spoken by him so long ago. I was his, now. I wanted to be his . . . and only his. Again, there was no other man that interested me. I was Dirk’s lovesick puppy – lusting after his growth, his cockiness, his desire for me. Imagine being Lois Lane and knowing that Superman – the strongest man in the universe – wanted you. How incredible that would make you feel. I felt that way draped over Dirk’s huge shoulder. He was Superman, in a way, and I was becoming more and more like an enamored Lois. The thick finger, playing with my asshole through the fabric of my shorts and underwear, made me weak and leak. My desire for Dirk was growing . . . way beyond just watching him get more massive. That idea was still at the core of me wanting him, but now it was loaded with so much more. I was a teenage girl lusting after some college kid for the first time. I was a post-pubescent straight boy drooling over posters of scantily clad girls I hung up in my room. But the difference was . . . the object of my desire was a massive, growing, he-man. I wanted Dirk’s powerful tongue down my throat. I wanted to feel his mega-substantial package pressed against my normal-man sized dick. I wanted to be sucking on his cock – even though I’d never done it, before, or even thought about it. And, finally, I wanted him to plow me silly. I wanted to bring him joy and happiness as he pounded my ass. I didn’t know how I had become this person, but I embraced it completely as I bounced on Dirk’s broad shoulder while he carried me to his place. I could sense that Dirk was aware of my total conversion. “Fuck, dude, you’re so into me now, I’m not sure I’m going to have a scrap of clothing on this body by the time we get to my place. The more you dig on me, little man, the more I grow. You’ve done supersized my cock so much it’s going to rip off my shorts completely. Damn, I can tell I’m taller, too. My head’s higher than everyone we pass . . . taller than everyone that stops to stare at the monstrous man carrying his little friend home. Your hole has never wanted any man before, but it’s puckering away for me, isn’t it, dude? You can’t wait for me to plug you with my knew whale of a dick, can you? I can fucking smell your unquenchable desire for me like you had doused yourself in perfume or something. Damn, boy, the inside of my thighs have never rubbed against each other so much. It’s because my wheels are getting thicker and thicker with every step. My crotch looks like there’s a silo in my pants, dude. I’ve never been so hard . . . or so excited.” I moaned out loud at the thought of his cock growing as we walked home – but even more from the idea of it growing while it was inside me. I didn’t care if other people on the street heard me. I was in total lust for the huge Dirk by this point . . . and nothing else mattered. On some level it registered that people were staring, but I knew most of them didn’t even notice me – the well-built, handsome guy draped over a mammoth shoulder. No, they were all staring at the behemoth in only ripped up shorts. I could tell the massive man was aware that people noticed him, but he confidently strolled onward – mostly focused on the fact that he could feel his body getting bigger from the anticipation of indoctrinating me into the world of man-on-man sex. I remembered the months of Dirk flexing in front of me, always making sure he was shirtless as much as he could be – of him standing too close to me or even pinning me against the lockers or wall with his huge body. The man knew he’d have me at some point. That was perfectly clear, now. He patiently waited because he was sure I’d give into his undeniable intoxicating masculine aura. He was a muscled Pandora’s box that could not be ignored – but I had the feeling he was going to be the one opening things, physically, since he had already opened things within me, emotionally. For the first time in my life I craved a man. I wanted him so deeply that it hurt. He was a fucking mountain of muscle – making me feel small and delicate in every way . . . and that didn’t bother me. I was going to throw my legs in the air proudly for this muscle god. I felt as if he had won me in some competition . . . I was his for the taking. “Here we are, sweet babe. This is where I’m going to take you to heaven – make you wonder why you didn’t offer your little body to me a long time ago. And I’m going to fucking grow, yeah – I can feel your body shake with excitement at that thought. Fuck, I’ve never had to duck or turn sideways to go through the door to my place.” That’s when I heard the sound of fabric ripping and I looked down to see the shredded gym shorts fall from the most perfect, muscular, bubbly ass I had ever seen. I like big butts and I cannot lie – but nothing could have prepared me for the dimpled, curvaceous ass cheeks below. Dirk had the kind of beautiful butt I dreamed of – much more amazing than any of the asses I’d had when I was dating women. I knew I had now become a complete whore, because all I could think about was slobbering all over those globular mounds and shoving my face up in between them to rim the hell out of his hole. What had I become? These thoughts had never entered my brain before. It was glorious, that’s for sure. I couldn’t believe how excited I was to get a good glimpse of what I’m sure was now a humongous he-man schlong on colossal Dirk. And I also knew I was going to do my fucking best to stuff that giant log down my throat. I could feel my cock dribbling pre-cum onto the big man’s massive pec from the anticipation of swallowing his rod. “You gotta put me down, big Dirk. I’ve got to see how much you’ve grown!” I said, pleadingly, and two giant hands grabbed my waist, lifted me off the enormous shoulder, and brought me in front of the man-mountain. “Holy fuck!” It was the most logical thing to say when you saw what seemed like an entire wall of muscle in front of you. Pecs that seemed to be the size of mattresses cascaded out over cinder-block abs. The guy didn’t have a mid-section, he had boulders covered in skin that were tightly packed together. The head of his cock – sticking straight up like some kind of massive stone monument – was bigger than my fist. I had absolutely no idea I would find another man’s dick so beautiful, so inviting – but that was the guy I had become. Dirk’s grapefruit sized balls and his magnificent, slightly curved to the right humongous cock made my mouth water and a gasp escape my mouth. It was the kind of cock every man wanted . . . and you knew it would please way beyond what was even imaginable. My body immediately ached to have it within me. I was about to plead with the huge man to impale me right then and right there, but then I noticed his titanic legs. No, they weren’t legs, they were fucking steel girders that bulged out thicker than giant trees. Dirk was beyond human, now. I would say he was close to seven feet tall and looked like he weighed more than a city bus. He made the large, open entrance hall of his brownstone seem small . . . and next to him the furniture looked like it was for dolls. “Holy fuck, indeed, little man,” Dirk replied, with a devilish grin. “You describing what it’s going to feel like when I fill you with my massive rod? Holding you up in the air like this confirms that I’ve grown taller – look how far your feet are from the ground. You’re a big man, bud, but I’m a hell-of-a lot bigger . . . especially now. You’ve turned me into a muscle god, dude. I can see it in the shock and lust written all over your face. I’m huge, horny, and as strong an ox. Not to mention, hung like a fucking horse, too. Look at my giant cock, dude. Popping your man-cherry is going to excite me so much I’m going to grow bigger than either of us could have ever imagined. I can see in your eyes how much you want me, dude. That is so fucking hot. I’ve wanted to tap that hot ass of yours for so long. Yeah, I could have had my way with you long before now . . . we both know that. But that wouldn’t have been nearly as much fun as seeing your gym shorts poking out all solid as a lead pipe because you need me so much. I bet you’re harder right now than you’ve ever been in your entire life. Yeah, you’re a fucking whore for muscle and I’ve got more than you know what to do with. I’m going to pound you so hard, your legs will be wobbly for weeks. Let’s have a good look at you, shorty.” My eyes only saw chest when I was standing there – and huge, ripe, protruding nipples. Dirk had grown taller, bigger, stronger . . . and more masculine than I could have ever imagined. I was six-foot-one and my face was only even with his pecs now. If you could call them pecs – they were more like giant slabs of solid stone. I took a step back so I could get a better view. Dirk’s face, with even more of a devilish grin than before, made it clear he was loving how shocked and ‘in awe’ I was with his body. It was clear I couldn’t have hidden my lust even if I wanted to. He was a freaking muscle monster. If he moved some part of his body even slightly everything bulged hard and big, like he was flexing it as tense as he could – but he was just barely moving. He radiated power – it was like a heat that consumed the room and everything around him. He slowly raised his arms into a double biceps pose – moving in a way that emphasized every muscle in his arms to the max. My mouth dropped open wide, a moan escaping – and I could feel a big glob of pre-cum escape out of my dick at the same time. Dirk turned to take in his own biceps – both of us staring at the massive mounds of hard muscle. “Fuck, look at those beach ball arms, dude. So freaking huge . . . and just because I think about shoving my girder-dick inside that tight, warm, puckering hole of yours. I’m like a lust-filled hulk, growing just because I crave your body. I don’t have any shirts that can contain these fucking giant boulders, dude. I’m going to have to get all new clothes or go naked all the time – which might be more fun. Stroke my massive cock while I flex, dude. Let’s watch my muscles grow.” I had been a vagina man all of my life – loving to please a woman in ways she never even imagined. I was constantly complimented with lovely lady orgasms. But now, in less than a few hours, it had become all about cock for me. Not any cock, however, just the long, thick, enormous schlong of mighty Dirk. His monstrous dick stood straight up in the air like an orgasmic high-rise. It was magnificent . . . sexy . . . hypnotizing . . . and incredibly intimidating. My own cock was complimented every time it was revealed – usually with a squeal of delight, followed by a cooing of anticipated pleasure. My own piece of meat, however, looked like a toothpick when compared to Dirk’s humongous man-sausage. I never thought the size of a man’s penis would matter to me so much, but it was clear that I had become a stereotypical size queen. I felt all of my insides turning into jelly as I stared at the vein-covered, thick-as-a-pole cock in front of me. I reached out and grabbed the skin-covered log and immediately marveled at how fucking hard . . . no, steel-like dense . . . the thing was. Tree trunks would feel flimsy when compared to this. “Fuuuuuuuuuck, I’ve wanted you to do that for so fucking long . . . oh hell man, that feels so fucking nice. My biceps just got a jolt – as if I were lifting a heavy barbell.” My eyes immediately shot to his flexed arms . . . and I swear I saw the bulging peaks thicken even more, rising slightly higher in the air. This made me grip his cock even harder. I next let my eyes shoot to his pecs – bulging out at me in 3-D. Again, I could have sworn they both thickened and protruded out further . . . as if he had moved closer to me, but he hadn’t budged at all. But it was his already huge cock pulsing thicker in my hand that made me realize Dirk grew every time I turned him on. Hot, oatmeal-thick cum bubbled from the slit of his cock’s big head and slid down to coat my fingers. This enabled me to start pumping my hand up and down the solid shaft. Suddenly, I felt like Merlin having incredible powers to help King Arthur. I made Dirk thicken. Could there be any better goal in life than that? I thought not. The giant man was staring at me, now, even as he continued to flex his colossal arms at the same time. His gaze was intense – as if he was trying to will me to know what he was thinking. I pumped his loaded cock slowly and gripped hard, to make the pleasure even more intense. My fingers didn’t reach all the way around his titanic prick, but I stroked with all the strength I had. He flexed his arms harder. “I’m so much fucking heavier than I was this morning . . . and thicker. I can feel it. When I lift my arms I can tell they weigh more. As I walk I can tell I’m carrying a lot more bulk. I take up a lot more space and there’s so much more wind resistance against my new size. It’s so fucking hot, dude. Just the touch of your hand on my hard cock makes me grow thicker. It’s all about you, dude. I think it’s definitely time to fully initiate you into the joys of man-on-man sex. I’m going to fill you with so much cum you won’t need to eat for a week. It’s time for me to enjoy what I’ve been longing for all these months, man – that fucking hot ass of yours. I’m going to make you scream with pleasure . . . and I’m going to grow massive for you at the same time. “Oh for crying out loud, plow me already, Dirk! I need you inside me!” Part Five I immediately regretted my words – well, actually, my ass regretted the anticipation of what was to come. Having the proverbial camel going through the eye of a needle instantly seemed more feasible than my tight virgin ass accepting Dirk’s honking, newly enlarged cock. It felt like I was trying to accept a battleship into my hole. Squeeze as I might – using all of the strength I could muster – I was no match for the powerful, humongous, thick-as-shit man who had grabbed me at the waist, easily lifted me into the air, barely looked to see if his aim was on target, and then slammed my clenched cheeks down onto the stone-hard head of his massive cock. Screaming was not even an option because the feeling of his battering ram thrusting up through my butt and penetrating my hole with such ease was too much for my mind to accept. My body simply just shut down and received the invasion with barely any resistance. I had heard enough sighs of delight from appreciative women as I rammed my cock into them to realize I was reacting in the exact same way. I cooed like some happy mourning dove. I immediately understood that I had subconsciously been anticipating this exact moment for a long time. Even if I had wanted to, there would have been no stopping the intensely satisfying penetration at my backside. Dirk couldn’t have stopped himself even if he had wanted to, as well. It was a blessed union that had been destined since the day we had met. To gaze at Dirk’s massive muscles was beyond wonderful, but to be filled by his sturdy, thick, man-muscle was indescribable joy. It was like he was flexing one of his giant peaks all the way up into my ass. Dirk spoke through gritted teeth, as if he were holding back from some kind of powerful internal explosion. “Fucking hell, dude, this feels a million times better than I could have ever imagined. I can feel my fucking cock growing as I plunge into you. Swelling. Getting so much thicker and more powerful. Massive growth just from shoving some loving inside you, man. That’s hot as hell.” It was true. I felt the same thing. His dickhead was thickening as it plunged slowly into my tight chute. The pain was intense, but I could sense snippets of the incredible pleasure that was guaranteed to come later. His muscled cock was growing inside of me – widening my hole with every throbbing pulse. Without even thinking about it, my hands sought out his enormous, bulging, hot biceps and began grabbing and stroking the hard muscle. The big man was grunting louder than a passing freight train and beads of sweat were forming across his forehead and colossal pecs. I suddenly realized what I thought was him holding back, straining hard to not let all hell break loose and fucking me like crazy was something so very different and unplanned. Simply because he was burying his ginormous cock inside of my ass, the thickening of his muscles had become more intense. He was plowing me slower than a snail’s pace because as he did, his body became much more dense than he ever thought it would. He was sweating because his muscles were tensed way beyond what the strong man could have created with a flex. His strained body must have felt like he was trying to lift something close to a building. Dirk’s body was widening in every direction, and he was feeling a burn like he had never experienced before. His speech was labored and his breathing deep as he talked between loud grunts. “I feel like I fucking swallowed the sun, dude. Unghhhh. My body is on fire and it hurts like hell, but it’s fucking glorious at the same time. I’m becoming the thickest living thing on earth . . . uhhhh . . . I can feel my skin getting harder . . . denser . . . tighter . . . like I’m turning into something similar to rock, or something harder than rock. I knew ramming you with my cock would make me immortal, man. You’re turning me into a god, dude, and I’m going to reward you with a lifetime of pleasure. It’s going to be fucking better than you could have ever imagined. Ohhhh fuuuucckking helllll! I feel like I could explode. I can actually feel my balls growing thicker and harder and so much heavier . . . like they’re turning into titanium. Ughhhh. Your ass is almost there, bud. Soon, you will have taken all of me . . . all of my fucking huge thick rod. And I’m . . . unnnnhhh . . . going to cum harder than a hurricane, dude.” “You are monstrous, Dirk!” This comment made the giant shiver with delight. He was now covered in a sweat, which spewed out a robust musky man-odor and made him shine like polished silver. The pain in my ass and insides had now turned to complete pleasure as my ass cheeks pressed against his cannonball gonads – named thus both because of their size and their more-than-solid feel. The skin covering his immense biceps had grown tighter and hard like marble. The bulges underneath had definitely grown thicker . . . much, much thicker. All of Dirk was growing thicker. The love muscle in my ass was flexing away and forcing me to open up more to accept its new girth. ‘Morphed’ didn’t come close to describing the man . . . and supersized seemed pretty wimpy, as well. He no longer held on to my waist, my small body was simply anchored securely on his humongous cock and it wasn’t going anywhere until the mega-hard rod deflated. As I groped his arms, it felt like my hands were trying to grab hold of the smooth trunks of two huge trees. Dirk’s neck was now thicker than my waist and his delts, alone, were wider than my shoulders. My hands looked like those of an infant’s up against his now humongous biceps. His narrow hips started rocking back and forth as he slowly thrusted his cock deeper into me and then pulled it back. I never knew my asshole could feel so loved. I never knew I could experience such pleasure. “Fucking your ass has made me a super muscle freak, dude. This is what we’ve both wanted. Look at you . . . loving the ride of your life on my colossal cock. I knew you’d get into it, man. I just needed to convince you to try it. And feel how much bigger my dick is now that its inside you. You’ll never want another man, dude, because you’ve already got the biggest and the strongest one around. Fuck, look at you bouncing up and down on that massive prick. You can’t get enough of it, can you? Who’s my little fuck-toy, now, dude? Yeah, this thick man can make all of your fantasies come true . . . even the ones you haven’t even thought of yet. I’m going to be your Superman, Hulk, and Hercules all rolled into one. I’m fucking massive, man. Your face shows me how huge I am. You can’t hide your shock or your lust. My arms feel thicker than kegs, dude . . . kegs filled with concrete. My shoulders feel wider than barn doors. My pecs are so inflated I can’t even see my nips. They must be pointing straight down at the ground beneath. And don’t even get me started on how fucking fantastic my legs feel. I’m pretty sure I couldn’t bring my knees together now, no matter how hard I tried. My quads are just too fucking thick.” The pleasure of his cock plugged in my ass was so intense and otherworldly my eyes wanted to roll back into my head and send me off to muscle la-la-land. However, I was determined to ride his dick like a pro and not miss one second of his body growing. Dirk’s body had begun to relax a little – the stretching and tenseness was dissipating. I got the feeling my ass had done its job. Dirk had gone from massive to god-like, just from pummeling my hole with his giant torpedo. He wasn’t sweating profusely, anymore, although he was still covered in a light sheen and smelled gloriously masculine and rank. Meanwhile, his pelvic thrusting continued to send me sliding up and down on his hard, long piece of meat. I continued to stroke, punch, and try to grope his monstrous guns – now harder than dense steel. It was clear his biceps were now much thicker than even my torso. Every fiber of my body and every thought in my head was focused on the humongous man in front of me. Smitten didn’t come close to describing how I felt about him. I looked up into his eyes and it was clear, by the way he gazed at me, that not only did he fully understand how I felt, but he felt the same way, too. Giant hands cupped the sides of my head . . . entirely. Dirk then brought his face to mine and kissed me with a force that seemed equal to a tornado. His muscled tongue abused my mouth as he sucked hard enough to make my toes curl. It felt like I was kissing King Kong – raw, powerful, beast-like, and rough as hell. I would have had it no other way. Since his big hands covered my ears, I could actually hear his muscles growing as we kissed – the sound within his body traveling up his big arms. It was amazing. Usually, I dominated, with my mouth, the women I kissed, but now I was the one having to submit to something much more powerful. I simply gave my mouth over to him and allowed him to have his way with me – all the time still bouncing away on his huge cock. He pulled his face back and looked at me, lovingly. “How’s my little man?” “Happy as a clam, Dirk.” “Good, that’s as it should be. Okay for me to now thrust with a little more power?” “Yes, please.” Dirk moved his colossal paws from my face down to my waist and grabbed me tightly. He easily held me in place as the back and forth motion of his crotch intensified. Thankfully, my ass was already familiar with his cock’s enormous size, so the amped up invasion only added to my pleasure. I instantly realized I wanted the big man to fuck me with as much power as he could. I had gone from ‘don’t touch me, man’ to ‘bang the shit out of me, muscle man’ in less than twelve hours. I was now a certified whore for Dirk’s cock and muscles. As his big balls slammed into my ass cheeks I could feel my body moving into that same kind of no turning back right before a rocket is shot into the air. The countdown had begun, the engines were already at full force, and I was about to ejaculate for the first time because of a man. Not just any man, but the god-like Dirk. I held out for a few more thrusts – impressing both myself and the big man holding me. He looked at me with such love, such lust, such desire . . . it was almost too much to handle. And soon, I completely lost control of my body. Dirk’s cock now dominated me, totally. I didn’t spew immediately . . . my body just responded to Dirk’s conquering of me, as if I were now just an extension of his huge, muscled being. I abandoned myself into his utter domination. I was his and we both understood that, completely. It was also what I wanted. Dirk’s voice caught me off guard. “I’m . . . going . . . to . . . shoot!” I had been so busy focusing on my own impending orgasm, that I had forgotten big Dirk was fighting the same battle as me – wanting to hold back the forthcoming eruption. I was slightly proud of myself for outlasting the massive man, but I knew as soon as I felt his hot spunk gushing powerfully into my ass I was going to explode right along with him. I knew his ejaculation was going to be as powerful as his thrusting. It was pretty awesome that even the biggest and strongest guy on earth wasn’t powerful enough to prevent his own massive ejaculation. The booming grunts of the huge muscle god made it clear he was edging to the brink and all of his efforts to prevent the forthcoming tsunami were useless. I could feel his cock pulsing hard in my ass and that was the only warning I received. All hell broke loose after that. It was like a missile had been fired up inside of me. His tremendous blast made my cock explode at the same time. And bulges popped harder and bigger all over him. As he came, Dirk grew. I felt my asshole being stretched wider, but it was the sight of his arms and chest becoming noticeably thicker and thicker that excited me the most and fueled my orgasm even more. Dirk was Hulk-growing right before my eyes. As his cock continued to gush, the big man rode the euphoria of becoming even more massive than he already was. “I’m a fucking beast! Hell yeah . . . unnnnfffff . . . growing . . . cumming . . . ohhhhhh fuuuuuccckkkk . . . so big . . . feels so fucking good. You’re getting smaller, man . . .unnnff . . . so much smaller. You’re gonna be like an ant I could squish between two fingers. I’m feeling so swole, man. So fucking thick. Arggghhhhhh!” Dirk filled me with enough of his hot spunk that it felt like an entire lake has been shot up my hole. That didn’t matter, however, since all I was focused on was how much thicker he was becoming. The man’s arms swelled much more dense than any part of my body. His pecs were beyond enormous – looking more like blimps than anything human. His grunts sounded more like foghorns from a giant ocean liner. I could have easily thrown two saddles over his colossal traps. And his legs looked like two silos standing massive out in a field. He had simply become the thickest beast I had ever seen. I rested on his enormous cock like a human lollipop – my hands quickly caressing all of his hugeness. He made me look so tiny. “Fucking hell, dude, I’m a massive monster. Look at me! I’m so dense I can feel the floor dipping beneath me. I knew popping your man-cherry would make me grow, but I had no idea I’d become such a freak. You’re so little, man. You look like some preschooler next to me. I’m so fucking hot, right. I’ve done turned you into a Grade A muscle lover, haven’t I? Damn, even my big place feels small, now. Even turned sideways I don’t think I’ll fit through most doorways. I gotta suck on those tonsils of yours, dude. I need to show you how happy you’ve made me. This is all I’ve ever wanted – to be a freaking muscle goliath. I’m bigger than most SUVs, dude!” Dirk’s huge powerful hands gripped the sides of my small shoulders and squeezed – lifting me off of his still rock hard cock with a loud pop. I immediately felt relief and a giant void with his massive rod out of me. Without even looking, I knew his cock was now supersized, just like the rest of him. He lifted me higher, so we were face to face. The amazing thing was Dirk hadn’t really grown that much taller . . . I mean he had to grow some to accommodate his new enormous body . . . but he wasn’t like a giant or anything – he was just thicker than shit. His neck now looked like the trunk of a redwood. He stared at me – his face full of the kind of beastly love I had grown to appreciate . . . and long for in the man. His traps looked like two mountains holding up his gorgeous bald head. He pulled my body close to his and latched his fur-covered mouth on mine. To say he sucked the breath out of me was understatement. I was worried he was going to swallow me whole. At the same time, his powerful tongue fucked my throat . . . there was no other way to describe it. It was a kiss that matched the enormity of the man. It was brutal . . . it was sexy . . . it was just what the doctor ordered. I was nervous his kiss, alone, was going to make me cum, again. He finally pulled away and just stared at me for a few moments – my feet dangling in the air as his arms, now the size of trucks, held me aloft, easily. “Damn, dude, I don’t know whether I like fucking you or kissing you more. That’s got to be the sweetest mouth on the planet. To go along with the tightest ass on the planet. Damn, dude, I can feel how massive I’ve become without even looking down at my body. Everything’s shifted, you know? Things that used to seem big to me . . . like that armoire over in the corner of the room . . . now seem so small and delicate. You’re a big man, dude, but next to me you look puny. I like how that excites you . . . as , much as it excites me. It’s like you’ve been waiting for a fucking huge alpha to come and take you all of your life, but you had no idea that’s how you felt. Fuck, I love the fact that I was your first, dude, and the fact that I’ll be your only. I mean, come on, who would come close to all this thick mass, right? You won’t need to ever look at another man . . . or woman, for that matter. You’ve got all you’ll ever need - right here. All the thickness you’ll ever want. Let’s set you down so you can get a good look at me.”
    15 points
  12. After many years, I am back with a new story. It has been written in just a few hours and not proofread. Sorry for the mistakes, if any. English is not my first language, but I decided to write the story directly in this language in order to avoid funny Google translations. Enjoy it! Public toilet The scorching sun was shining above the corn fields that extended their gold as far as the eye could reach. Bill closed the back door of his lorry and dried the sweat from his forehead with his left hand. Big dark patches were clearly visible under the armpit of his khaki shirt. He had to walk the path that led to the isolated white house for delivering their Amazon parcel and that took him out of the lovely air conditioning of his vehicle. The short walk in the summer hot air had been enough for bathing his overweight body in his own perspired water. Droplets were attached also to the sparse black hairs above his lips like dew falling from grass blades. He jumped into the cab and closed the door; fresh air enveloped his body and gave him chills. Bill grabbed the icy Coke that was lying on the passenger seat and drunk from it with dry greed, emptying half of the bottle. He lowered it, breathed deeply and erupted with a resounding belch. That was better! He engaged the gear and started to follow the GPS for leaving this deserted place and going back to the city. The highway was only a few miles ahead; he increased the speed when he entered the asphalted road and got a little bit more relaxed. He did not like these small country towns; when driving in the dust gravel road he was picturing a crazy killer with a scarecrow mask coming out of the corn fields with chainsaw, ready to cut him into pieces. He adjusted himself in the seat. He had drunk too much Coke and now needed badly to pee. Fuck! Or that was just for thinking about those stupid horror movies that scared him so much? He hoped that there was at least a gas station in this lonely countryside. He was not going to stop on the street flanked by the high corn; no way! He kept driving while the pressure in his bladder increased. He was not the kind of guy that got an erection when in need of pissing reducing the risk of peeing himself; he just needed to go. Hopefully, distorted by the hot tar of the street, he saw something resembling a simple building and some kind of canopy over a gas station. He entered the exit and parked his lorry near the small square building. A big sign covered in rust said TOILETS. Bill sighed, happy with his luck. He stepped out of the lorry; he would have left the engine on for keeping the cab fresh, but what if someone came out of nowhere and stole it? They would have fired him. Better keeping the keys in his pocket. He stepped out into the boiling air. That at least helped him in controlling his need of peeing. A huge open door read MEN; and a long cock was drawn under it as if it was an arrow pointing in the direction to follow. Bill entered the toilet. A strong smell of pee and something else hit him in the face. Smell of musk, sweat and other manly odors. He did not like public toilets. Water was slowly running down the urinals, leaving an orange trail on the white porcelain. At least it seemed the water was still running in this deserted gas station. He stepped in front of the wash basins and opened the faucet; a thin wire of water starting to flow: he cupped his hands, collected some of the water and then splashed his face. He let it run down his pudgy hairless face; he could never grow a hair and that had always made him look younger than his 22 years. He passed a hand in his greasy long black hair, placing it behind his ears. He was not an ugly guy; but he was not also very interesting. Girls simply seemed to ignore him for his being simply the invisible boring guy next door. Not very tall; not very fit. Not funny and not sexy either. He turned around; faced again the urinals. He could have used one since he was alone, but he was always inhibited by them. He had tried sometimes to pee in one of them, but he felt embarrassed when another guy showed to the nearby urinal; he simply could not keep peeing. He was afraid that the other guy could have a look at his five incher and make fun of him. At least, Bill thought that this was the reason why Marlene had left him a couple of years back. She was the first one he had dated; they had gone to eat some pizza and then a couple of more romantic dinners. She seemed to like staying with a simple and quiet guy; but when they tried to have sex in the lorry, he noticed a disappointed look on her face when he lowered his pants and showed her his small penis with a few hairs surrounding his pelvis. They made love and he came after a couple of minutes; six or seven droplets of cum were shot into her vagina. He was sure that she had not had an orgasm. She asked to be brought back home and the following day she simply sent him a message saying that she needed some time and had to think again about their relationship. Bill accepted that. He knew the reason and understood her. He turned to his left. Two stalls where placed against the back wall. Even if nobody was there, he preferred peeing in a closed and comfortable box. He opened the first on the right; he feared that the toilet may be dirty in shit, but it seemed there was only some pee on the border and some other crusty white substance. The smell was strong and was making him feel nauseated. Better completing his task and then leave. He opened his fly and took out his flaccid 3 inches cock. While peeing, he saw that the dirty wall was covered in obscene phrases. “Wanna suck a big cock? Call me at 55678898”; a veiny shaft was outlined beside it. “I am a thirsty cum drinker. Give me your milk! 55467241” was shouting a too open inviting mouth. “Is your ass ready to be wrecked by a real monster? Meet me at the Purple Corn bar. You may recognize me by my huge bulge”. While he kept reading, Bill started to feel dizzy; words were flying around in his head. Cocks and mouths; asses and cum. He felt that he had stopped pissing; his five incher was fully hard and a different sensation was grasping his crotch. He felt as if he was still pissing, but it was not coming from his blade; he looked down above his fat belly. From the head of his cock a big droplet of a glossy liquid was coming out. He contracted his pelvis muscle and another spurt pushed the drop ahead; it started to flow down his shaft. He had never produced so much precum; he grinned. He liked that: the feeling of peeing without peeing; the thick gelatinous liquid spurting out of his piss slit. He contracted his pelvis muscle again; he felt the liquid coming from somewhere deep inside of him, flowing with a rumble along his shaft and then erupting. This spurt was bigger than the previous. “You may not waste that sweet honey”. Bill jumped in his sneakers and turned to the left. In the wooden wall of the stall he noticed a big hole that he had not seen when entering. A mouth and part of a nose were showing; someone was in the adjacent stall. “Come on. Give me that honey; I may give you some pleasure in exchange” Bill felt a strange sensation pulling him towards that mouth. He had never been sucked by anybody. Around the hole there were a lot of arrows pointing to the center and other filthy phrases “Place your beast here”, “Cum into the hole and fill it” He felt that he needed to place his cock onto that tongue. Yeah! It was so good feeling a spongy tongue licking his manhood. The hole was a little bit higher than his pelvis, but he grabbed is cock and place the head against the tongue. It started to move and swirl around his shaft. Oh yeah! Fuck; he needed that. Some bitch sucking his cock. He shook his head; where the fuck that thought came from? He had never had another guy suck him. The guy left his cock for a second and spoke again: “Yeah. I know you can give me so much precum. Your balls are bigger than two avocados and your reproductive system is that of a real bull” Bill felt his balls inflating, being pulled downwards by their own weight. Filling with cum that was sloshing around. Another gush of precum sprayed out of his cock: wires like web attached to the guy’s nose, so thick and sticky. Bill mind was reeling. He remember when his balls started to inflate during his adolescence; he felt ashamed of them at first. He always wore baggy pants in order to hide them; but then he had his first orgasm and it was delirious. His body was overcome by pleasure and it lasted for almost 40 seconds. Then he trained himself by masturbating and holding back the orgasm; and it could cum for 45, then 50 and 60 seconds. When he cummed he could fly in another dimension; his mind was only focusing on the pleasure. Any other problem, concern or pain was forgotten. “Fuck. So much cum you can produce. You are a real cum factory. And those huge balls makes you constantly horny; you can cum, shot out all that milk and then be ready to come again in a few minutes. And cum up to ten times in a day” After discovering that his balls could give him so much pleasure, Bill was always dedicating the afternoon at home, after school, to masturbating. Once, instead of cumming into the toilet he did that in a glass. He could not focus on the action while he was blinded by the orgasm, but when he was finished the glass was full, up to the brim. While the months passed, he discovered that he had to masturbated in the morning, when his bedsheets were drenched in precum, and he was face to face with his morning wood. Then again in the morning, in the school toilet. And then again at home, in the afternoon, in the evening, at night. “And those gonads are obviously producing so much testosterone. And so much male hormones; and growth hormones. That is why you grew so big; sturdy bones that can support huge, monstrous muscles. You are your own roids supplier. You do not need to inject yourself because all the roids are coming from your insides and made you the muscle monster that you are”. Bill body started to stretch; his bones elongated, his spine shot up. From 5feet5 he grew to 6feet. His muscles started to inflated; the khaki shirt was torn apart by the mass growing inside of it. His traps engulfed his neck up to his ears. His sneakers exploded; big toes crawled out of them. His trousers started to rip while his hems and calves grew bigger and bigger. His back was becoming wider than his lorry. Mountains over mountains. Valleys of muscles. 250 pounds. Then 305 pounds. From 6feet he shot up to 6feet6. 375 pound of raw mass. Bill remember that after the first month of his discovery of masturbation pleasures, his teenager body started to change. He started to grow, becoming taller and his muscle started to grow without him doing anything. His father said it was a growth spurt; his mother thought it was not normal and took him to a specialist. Doctors said that his levels of testosterone and other hormones were unusually high. That was when they also discovered his huge balls. They said that they may need to give him some medicines in order to reduce the testosterone levels that could damage his young body. 415 pounds. 450 pounds. His pecs were bigger than pillows and resting on a huge roid gut, where all the abdominals were exploding outwards like concrete bricks. His legs were true sequoia trees, covered in pulsing veins like ivy. His biceps were bigger than turkeys and were attached to basketball deltoids. He was a true monster. “You are the epitome of masculinity, with your bear hair and deep voice. Nobody can tell you what to to. You are the alfa master; the dominant man. All those hormones make you always horny and ready to fuck”. When the doctor touched his big balls for injecting him the first dose of the medicine, he felt something new inside of him. He looked down to that young guy probing his testicles and he got an erection. The doctor raised is eyes and he saw a spark in them, he knew what he needed. He grabbed the doctor hair and pushed him down to his cock. The doctor opened his mouth and started to suck. Fuck! That was so much better than masturbating. He kept the doctor head in place and moved his pelvis back and forth. New sensation grasping his cock and when he exploded inside his mouth he felt that he was in charge; that nobody could tell him what to do. That he could embrace all that extra testosterone and be the man he wanted to be. And when the doctor started to cough, cum flowing from his nostrils and out of the corner of his mouth, he greedily smiled. Bill knew he was more than that small scrawny doctor. And that he could be much more. That is why he got out of the therapy. He left is body grow; joined the football team and became the strongest of the guys. They started to call him the bull, because of his huge balls. He was not afraid of hiding them anymore; on the contrary. He was very pride of them; of filling the mouth of all the student that he could guess from their eyes were open to be facefucked by him and wanted to taste his sweet proteins. When he reached 300 pounds he started bodybuilding; he was proudly stepping on the platform and looking around to those small guys, showing his huge biceps and the big bulge that his balls made in his posers. He was only 18, but he was already a monster. The only thing that annoyed him with bodybuilding was that he had to shave all his hairy body. But when he was not competing and was bulking, getting to 330 pounds of mass and muscle, he left his beard grow long and bushy, and the hair on his pecs and gut increase the dark grooves of his muscles. Voices said he was on heavy roids cycles, but he did not care. His balls could produce all the hormones he needed. By the way, who the fuck cared in a world full of roided men? “But a huge muscle monster like you is not complete without a monster cock between his legs. With that baseball bat you may cause some real damages, don’t you? And you are always ready to take any hole you want” When Bill reached 350 pounds of brute steel muscles, his cock was already a myth at school being a 12 inches monster. Many girls and boys had already suffered the pleasure of being impaled on that pole and being filled with his cum. He was famous for the grunts and screams coming from his room when he was fucking someone. On the stages he was not only famous for his huge muscles, but also for his enormous package. Other bodybuilders were always having glances at that monster, just before being fucked in the toilets backstage. He felt himself a true bull; mounting any man he could sense was ready to be fucked by a true bull. And there were plenty of them. When 20, his cock had already reached 14 inches and he was a 400 pounds muscle bear. He left bodybuilding and dedicated himself to cruise bars and finding guys who could pay him for being fucked. Who were looking for a real monster who could destroy their ass; make them his cum bag. Shooting his seed in them once, twice or more times in a row. Bill felt something constricting his cock. He looked down. His 16 inches monster was filling the glory hole and was becoming red for the pressure. His veins were inflating and pumping. That fucking hole was too small for his bull cock! He grabbed the wood wall with his huge hands and like it was a sheet of paper it split it in two pieces, opening in the middle at the hole level. He threw the two pieces to one side into the bathroom and looked down. Kneeled on the toilet tiles there was a scrawny twink that was looking up to that giant tower of muscle and strength. He made a step towards him, making the tiles resonate under the pressure of his foot. His hairy tight was bigger than the guy’s whole torso. He grabbed his enormous member and placed it on top of the guy’s head; so fucking big that his face was completing hidden under it. He gave some tugs to it and hit the guy’s face. The torrent of precum kept flowing out and bathing the guy’s hair. He had fucked so many guys that he knew this one was going to be a good one. He slid his enormous cock along is face leaving a snail slime. “Do you think you can suck it all?” He asked with a rumbling voice that echoed against the toilet walls. The guy nodded with a satisfied smile and open his mouth. Bull pushed the huge head inside; so fucking good. It was not easy finding someone who could get 16 inches of a trunk inside his mouth. He grabbed the guy head and started to push harder; his cock slid inside of the guy’s mouth and then down his throat. Bull could see the mouth distorting and the throat expanding for making room to the giant invader. That was so fucking exciting! He felt his cock throb and spurt more precum lubricating the tunnel. Bull started to contract his huge glutes and face fucking the puny skull he could crush with only to fingers. His power was so much that the air was glowing around him. His grunts were deep and strong. He grabbed the hair of the small guy and increased his speed; his sword was going into the holster and coming out. In and out. When the cock was half out of the mouth the guy could breathe heavily through his nose; this slut knew how to do suck. Fuck! So good. Bull spurt more precum; with a long trust pushed the whole cock inside and started to growl. The eruption was close: he looked down to the head he was holding; the blue eyes looked up at him as if begging to dominate him, to annihilate him. Yeah! He was the alfa here; the real man. And then he shoot! Gobs of cum flew from his avocados down his monster cock and into the guy’s belly that started to inflate for all the cum. Bull was lost in the bliss of the best orgasm he had had in a few days. He kept grunting, moaning like an animal for 1 minute, than 2 minutes. In the years he had learned how to make his orgasms last longer. He did not care if the one he was fucking was out of breath; he must have thought about that before exciting and challenging the Bull. 3 minutes went by; cum kept spurting like a geyser; belly extending more and more. He was such an animal; lost in his thoughts of being big like a gorilla, with the cock of a stallion and the balls of a bull, while is orgasm was subsiding he was getting more horny. His cock instead of becoming flaccid was getting hard again. He slipped it from the throat holster; the last spurt of cum filled the guy mouth and splashed down his chin in heavy rivulets. The fat log came out with a loud plop, shiny with spit, precum and cum. It smashed up against Bull roid belly reaching the point where is inflated hard pecs where resting on his protruding roid belly. Some gushes coated the dense hair on his pecs. He looked down at the small guy who was catching some fresh air and spitting out cups of cum. He had filled him good, at least from one side. His cock gave a sudden jump at the thought; rivers of new milky precum started to flow down the shaft. He felt his bull balls churning again; he contracted his steel pelvis muscles and pumped more blood in his monster cock; big veins jumped up on the angry red surface. He smirked at the thought of the poor silly guy. Without the twink even understanding what was going on, the Bull grabbed his bloated waist with one of his paws, he raised him and with the other hand he stripped off his jeans as if made of corn leaves. He placed the guy over the toilet; his monumental shadow towered over him. Bull grabbed his hard cock; when he got so excited it was also difficult for him to maneuver the rock hard beast. He pushed it down over the guy’s belly. He was so fat that it covered half of the guy torso and so long that reached up to the middle of his flat white pecs. “Imagine this thing inside of you”, rumbled the Bull. The guy was moving his crazy eyes from the piton laying on his belly and the muscle bull towering over him. The Bull saw lust in the guy’s eyes; no fear, no hesitation. Just lust. He wanted his cock inside of him; the Bull knew when a guy needed to be thoroughly and roughly fucked. He pushed back his giant ass and positioned his cockhead against the guy’s asshole. It seemed impossible that such a beast could fit in such a small rosebud. He contracted again his pelvis muscle and a gush of precum sprayed the guy’s ass. “Come on! Fuck me good!” He did not need to be told: he pushed the apple big mushroom with one trust and opened up the guy’s ass. He emitted a surprise and ache gasp. The Bull grabbed his waist with both hands and pushed more of his monster inside of him: 8 inches went in; then 10 and 12. He could see the snake moving under the guys skin. Crawling up inside his stomach. Fuck! Yeah. He was breeding this bitch. 14 inches went in and finally his huge balls slapped against the guys cheeks. All his 16 inches were buried inside of this new cock sleeve. He rested still for some seconds; the guy looked down to his belly full of cum, pushed upwards by the monster nestled inside of him. That thing was like the alien parasite filling his torso. That was so hot. “Yeah. Fuck me hard big Bull” Bull pulled back his cock and pushed it back in with full strength. Then again and again. The guy was just a flashlight for his cock; the friction he needed for stimulating himself. For squeezing his beast inside of a constraining hole. “Fuck. Yeah. So big; such a monster bull. Your balls are bigger than grapefruits” Bull felt his testicles inflating more and slapping harder against the guy ass. “You have got gallons of cum to fill them” Bull felt his cum mounting and sloshing inside his scrotum. “Your testosterone his permanently pumping your muscle and making you bigger” Bull stretched further up to 7feet; bigger feet and huger hands. His muscles grew more; 450 pounds. Then 490. “Fill me with that 20 inches anaconda” Bull felt his monster cock stretching more and expanding. He grunted like a bull in heat; he was trusting with more violence his cock ramming the insides of the guy. “You are a truck driver running around the country; searching for men to fuck. Men who can accommodate your monster cock and want to be filled by it. There are plenty of them and you are open to breed them all. Cum, now!” Bull felt his huge testicles retracting; he grunted a final time and started to orgasm. His cum filled the guy from the other side; his belly kept inflating more and more and finally cum started to erupt from his mouth. Gallons of cum. After 5 minutes of orgasm, Bull extracted his log from the guy ass. He was sated, for now. The guy was still vomiting cum from his mouth; teary eyes happy with the fuck he received. Bull took his monster cock covered in juicy, cleaned it with a stroke and licked his hands. Then he placed it inside of his jeans, lava against his tight, burning down to his knee. He filled his bulge with the two enormous globes of testicles and buttoned up. He stepped out of the destroyed toilet; 2 inches of cum where covering the floor. His heavy black work boots were splashing it against the walls while walking. He looked at himself in the basin mirror but could only see his big roid belly covered by a white tank top. Dense fur was covering his enormous pecs. He cupped some water in his hands and washed his heavy beard leaving some of the cum that has splashed everywhere over his pecs. He exited the toilet building, walking sideways through the small door. His frame was too big and could not pass walking frontally. A huge red truck was parked outside contrasting with the yellow corn fields. He imagined himself coming out of those bushes, a muscle monster that could have made any guy pee himself for fear and then impaling them on his beast, seeing the huge head coming out of their mouths and spraying cum all around. Bull looked far to the horizon; heavy gray clouds were crossed by ivy of lights. A storm was coming. The wind refreshed his face and sent to his nostrils the heavy smell of musk, sweat and cum. His cock stirred along his left leg. He had to reach the next station in another 3 hours: another bitch was going to be ready to be fucked by the Bull!
    13 points
  13. My New Old Dad Part 2 I couldn’t believe what my dad just did to Dylan for me. Dylan and I used to actually be friends believe it or not. Back in middle school, I had confided in him that I liked men. He was the first person I had come out to because I felt that we were very close. In fact, he made me feel very comfortable with it - even said that I had nothing to worry about in telling him. But then high school hit, and he fell into the popular jock crowd since he was their star baseball player. One thing led to another, and, well you know how that story goes. Jock kid becomes popular, becomes bully, and I guess my sexuality was the perfect target. I wonder if he even felt bad about the way he treated me…well before today I mean. I fantasized about ways I’d get revenge - usually involving humiliation from the muscle god of my dreams. I’m pretty sure that’s when I started to develop a deeper and deeper yearning for that perfect male: strong, shredded, hot as fuck, cocky. I even wrote stories in my spare time which developed even deeper fantasies for me, and many times they involved my own perfect beast seeking revenge on those that had done me wrong. Now, I’m sitting on a couch next to a character right from my imagination, and I witnessed the sexiest display of humiliation that I have ever seen. And what’s more? The man’s my father Did I feel turned on? Hell yes, but also, I felt so loved. I’ve always felt so vulnerable and weak, but for the first time that I can remember, I now felt so protected. I hugged my dad on the couch. My one arm around his lower back and my other lay across the front. His body felt like iron, yet I felt so comfortable as he gently massaged my shoulder kissing the top of my head. With my eyes closed I smiled loving what I’ve missed for so long. The years I spent alone started to melt away with every slow breath he took. My hands clasped together around him, and then I realized there was still so much room left between my arms and his body…damn how small was his waist?! His adonis belt etched on his core even when he was sitting still naked on the couch, but it didn’t feel awkward. I sighed audibly in happiness as I squeezed him tight unable to make an impression on his body. “Dad, no father would ever do that for his son. I’ve never seen anything like that. I can’t even begin to tell you how that made me feel.” “Correction Bryan…no father should ever do what I did to you many years ago. I left you alone with nobody to show you the love you deserve. I was in a bad place then son, and from now on, I am going to make it up to you any way I can.” “Dad, how did you even know about Dylan? You and I only reunited yesterday. You said you broke into the foster home, but there’s nothing there that mentions him.” Yes I had written stories, but all the names were changed in case they were ever discovered. I didn’t want more fuel to fire up Dylan’s daily onslaughts. “Son, I know everything about you. Years ago I made a solemn promise to be the perfect dad for you from here on out. It might seem a bit crazy but I kind of studied you. Several times a week I even went to your school and hid behind trees when you ate lunch outside. I saw Dylan teasing you, calling you a fag, and at first I cried. But then I went to your foster home. I saw all your magazines and even all the stories you wrote.” Oh my god he read my stories?! My eyes snapped open, and he saw my reaction. He let out a chuckle as he continued to massage my shoulder. “It’s ok Bryan. I liked reading them because it let me know more about you. I have to say though, you do have quite some imagination. Your protagonists can be quite brutal. I saw it all…the stories, the pictures you drew, and even read all your magazines. That was a little harder to do since many of the pages were ‘glued’ together.” Oh god, I can tell by his tone that he knew the truth there. “Then I started to fantasize too. I started to fantasize about having a son that would be proud of his dad. I dreamt about being a dad that would be everything his son ever wanted and earning your love. I dedicated all of my time into creating that fantasy for you which would fill my fantasy as well. You don’t just like muscle son, you crave the unreal god character. Well its real now, Bryan. I studied bodybuilding and nutrition, lived in the gym, and perfected my diet. I worked out for hours and did cardio until my heart was going to explode. I practiced posing for hours every night developing unreal muscle control and knowledge of my own body. My confidence soared, my strength grew exponentially, and when I knew the time was right, I came for you. And do you think the time is right Bryan?” He pulled out of my hug. “Look at me, son. If Superman saw me from across a room, he’d whip out his dick and start jerking it.” He put his mouth to my ear so I could feel his chin lightly brush up against my cheek. His voice went deep and soft, “I’m the most ripped, strongest, most dick hardening god around. I’m everything you have ever dreamed about, and I’m your fucking father.” His attitude instantly started to turn me on again. I grabbed the pillow next to me and put it in my crotch to hide my growing bulge in my jeans, completely embarrassed. He laughed as he grabbed the pillow from my grip and threw it down to the floor. “Don’t be shy around me son. I want to make you so happy, and this…” he said pointing down at my crotch “shows me that I’m doing my job.” He reached down and started to undo my button and pulled my zipper down. Then he pulled my boxers down at the waistband fully exposing my dick. I felt so awkward at first, but that seemed to vanish as he smiled. I could tell he was genuinely happy making me happy. He grabbed my chin, turned my head to face him, and kissed me sweetly on my forehead. “Nothing is off limits Bryan…nothing. You want to walk around naked, go for it. Do you want me to? I’ll walk around only wearing a jockstrap at Costco if you wanted it. You want me to pose for you? Humiliate someone? I’ll wrestle the strongest motherfucker you can find into the ground if it would put a smile on your face.” I believed every word he said. My breathing became faster, but I just went for it. “Can I touch you?” He smiled broadly as he took my hand and brought it up to his pecs. “Let’s start with this god chest son.” He guided my hand all around the massive mounds, down the cleavage and around the underside of his outer chest that stuck out from his rib cage. “You’ll only see that type of separation on an anatomy chart” looking at the ridge on his upper pec shelf. He brought my hand up to the center of that meaty pec and placed his hand over mine. Then he bounced it twice under my palm saying “Boom, Boom” as the muscle grew inches outwards from the sheer mass of it. “Can your drawings do that, Bryan? How about this? Watch this fucking control.” He reached down and picked up a rock from the basement floor and wedged it tightly in the cleavage of his pecs where it stayed motionless. He looked at his left pec and slowly started rolling it up from bottom to top, and while doing that he then shifted his gaze to his right pec. Then, with unreal control, he started flexing that from top to bottom. They were going in alternate directions, and then with not so much as a second’s thought, he changed the directions of both. They ballooned outwards completely enveloping the rock in a cocoon of muscle. “Have you ever written something like this in one of your stories? Watch this shit” He then slowly tensed his chest harder and harder and harder until every striation popped out through his paper thin skin looking like piano strings. The muffled sounds of rock crushing filled the room. “Pick a fiber, son.” My hand reached up and placed my index finger on one of his thick striations. I then watch him concentrate as he flexed that individual shred, shortening it under my touch. I’ve never seen anything like that! It was harder than granite too! “Holy shit dad! This feels unreal! How hard is your body?” He then relaxed his chest and gave me a chuckle as sand fell onto the couch. “Well if that didn’t answer your question, how about this?” He walked over to the oil drum from earlier and dragged it over to us. It was caved in the center from his massive bear hug but then he turned the drum around. Right above the crumpled center were two globe indentations with ridges lining the impressions. As it dawned on me what I was looking at, he then hit a most muscular pose turning his chest into a shredded roadmap of definition. “Looks familiar, don’t it?” Oh my god!!! His fucking chest pressed into the drum, and all those ridges??? They were his striations! He then brought his index finger to his right pec to trace out a massive vein snaked on the top. He then said “Look” as he pointed to the drum where a curved indentation formed identically. A fucking vein?! It was like a steel mold of his god body “I’m THAT fucking hard, Bryan.” His massive cock was swinging between his legs. My eyes went right to it. It was so big soft that I couldn’t even imagine what Dylan had to suck rock hard. It was like he read my mind…”11 inches Bryan. 11 thick, strong, ass widening, jaw snapping, pussy stretching inches. So tell me son, am I what you wanted in a father?” “Dad you’re more than anything I’ve ever wanted in a fantasy let alone a dad!” “Oh fuck Bryan! Your approval means everything to me. It’s what I have been wanting, and it turns me on knowing I can be this for you.” Oh he wasn’t lying. He started to get hard right in front of me. My eyes were widening taking in the sight. I watched it thicken and rise slowly to full mast. Veins the size of straws started coursing up and down his shaft feeding that pole until it was standing straight up like a tower of pure fuck muscle up against his abdomen. “I know your fantasies, but this is mine…to be perfection for you and earn your love.” My eyes never left his massive cock as he spoke. He really loved showing off to me how flawless he was as he led my hand up to his pole and made me attempt to wrap my grip around his shaft. “Try and move it, son.” My hand grasped it tight, unable to fully get around the girth. I started to pull it down away from his abs, but he responded by flexing his dick against my strength. It was like trying to move a flagpole cemented in the ground. “Imagine poor little Dylan’s swollen throat after sucking this iron cock, Bryan. I almost drowned him in my cum too. It’s a good thing I ab busted two loads out earlier before you woke up this morning.” “Ab busted a load? What do you mean?” I was confused. He gave me a cocky smile then said, “Watch.” He pointed at the top row of his abs and started slowly exhaling. HIs top two abs tensed into two hard diamond cut bricks. Then in a show of sheer muscle control, he slowly ran his pointer finger down each row of his midsection as he continued exhaling. Each row contracted slowly one at a time as his finger went over them, and each row individually flexed from top to bottom in one fluid motion. His waist cinched tight at the bottom to a size that would make women jealous. He then put his hands behind his head and then blew out even harder. A meshwork of veins crossed over the entire gut as he then looked at me, smiled, then brought his hand down to his abs and slowly caressed them. “Bryan, have you ever seen such perfection? This is like a corrugated column of pure marble Bryan. It’s all for you.” He then brought his thumb down to his cock standing at full attention against his abs. He pulled his dick down then let go so I could hear the loud smack as his cock made contact with his abs again. You could have heard it if you were in the next room. He then put his hand over his pole, sandwiching it between his palm and armor plated 8 pack. He turned so his back was facing me, and with his other hand put his hand on his glutes as he said “Bubble butts are for fat fucks.” His ass then started to flex, dimpling in the side with scalloped shreds fanning out over the surface. The separation between the different muscle bellies I haven’t even seen on someone on a competition stage. The steel globes started to ripple and undulate as his hips gyrated forward and backtwards. I could hear him say under his breath, “oh fuck!” He took his free hand off his glute and moved it behind his head so his bicep was peaked against the side of his head. He turned his head, looked at the mound lovingly and said “Look at that split” as he brought his mouth to the two heads and started sucking on the heads…covering his arm with his tongue. His hip thrusting intensified as did his moaning. Saliva dripping on the floor from his biceps. Oh my god what was he doing? He then slowly turned around to face me . Oh my fucking god, I’ve never seen anything so hot in my life. His hips continue to buck with his hand pressing his cock up against his core. That monster dick slid up and down the rows of his midsection making audible thuds as it traversed each concrete row of ab muscle. He was fucking his abs!. His muscle control, separating the inner division of those columns so his cock could nestle in between them. His obliques carved on the sides like razor blades disappearing into his lats. His cock was so massive it ran from the top row to the bottom of his abs with each thrust of his hips. He looked at me and smiled and bit his lower lip as he started fucking faster. Torrents of precum started coating his midsection, making them glisten and easing the thrusts. It brought the definition out even more if that was even possible. And then it happened. He looked at me, told me to get ready as he fucking roared like a beast. Massive ropes shot out of his dick and hit the top of his chin splattering outward. Pump after pump like a never ending geyser, and he already came multiple times today. Fuck I couldn’t contain my hard on. It was throbbing and all I wanted to do is jerk off. This was impossible! He looked at me, got on his knees in front of me on the couch, exhaling and panting like he just ran a marathon. “That’s how you ‘ab bust a load’ son.” He looked down and saw my throbbing dick and smiled as I gulped hard in complete amazement. “You could take care of that if you want Bryan. I’d love to see that I’m making you happy.” “I don’t know dad. That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life…MY LIFE. But I’ve never jerked off in front of anyone before. I don’t know if I could do that…especially my own father!” “Nonsense Bryan. Don’t ever be shy around me. This is what I’ve been preparing for, and we have many years of being together to explore your every fantasy.” He smiled and turned around again while on his knees showing off his wide as fuck back. He brought his hands down to his waist, his thumbs on the back side of his waist as he flared out each lat individually. First left, and then right. He heard me gasp and said “Oh, you think that’s hot, then maybe I should flex for real this time.” He then brought his lats back and then SPREAD them like a cape forming a sickening V. The indentation under his armpits carved into a deep U shape you could wedge a basketball in. He looked like some mutant cobra. “Tell me Bryan, have you ever seen a back so fucking ripped in your life? Ever seen veins as thick as these on anyone ever?” He grunted hard as a meshwork of thick and thin veins started snaking all over the surface. “Bryan, I dare you to find 1 inch of smooth skin on that fucking back.” I couldn’t! It was covered in unreal striations and veins. What happened next was beyond comprehension. He scooted back towards me and reached his hands back spreading my legs apart. He grabbed my legs and pulled me into him so my throbbing dick was touching his back and my legs wrapped around his abs. “The Colorodo Rockies have nothing on this shit” he said as he brought his arms above his head, made two fists and slowly lowered his arms striking the most beautiful back double biceps pose I’d ever seen. His whole back looked like a mountain range with deep valleys and high peaks. He realized my cock was laying right in the center of his back so he took his arms which were at 90 degrees and started to bring them down while still maintaining it flexed. He trapped my cock between his shoulder blades surrounded by dense rhomboid muscle. He then demonstrated unreal muscle control as he started to ripple his inner back muscles, and seemed to actually roll his fucking rhomboids around my dick. The feeling was absolutely intense. He started flexing faster, bringing his arms down, massaging my cock from the bottom of my shaft up to the head in calculated precision. The feeling was driving me insane. I pulled myself into him, wrapping my arms around his bull neck and feeling his pecs as I pressed up against his back. “Dad, I’m going to fucking cum!” He smiled broadly as he flexed as hard as he could. I screamed as I shot upwards…up his neck and in the back of his hair. My orgasm was almost 20 seconds long, and then with absolute dexterity he started milking my cock with his back completely draining it. He then relaxed as my dick slid out of his rhomboids as he stood up. I still couldn’t believe what I was staring at. This was a living fantasy, right in front of me, and it was my father. A titanium statue of pure muscle and not an ounce of fat. AND HE WAS STILL ROCK HARD! He smiled with satisfaction. “Bryan, that was just a small taste of what it’s going to be like for the rest of your life. I’m never going to let you down again. I’m going to be everything you’ve ever wanted and more. Nothing is off-limits. Nothing is too taboo with me. Now…Let’s get cleaned up.” Seeing my utter exhaustion, he sat on the couch next to me, grabbed my hand and put my arm around his neck. He stood up and supported me with his strength as we walked up the basement stairs into the house. This is going to be an amazing relationship
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  14. With the permission of Lorus, the author, I am reposting this story he wrote for the old forum and later deleted. Fortunately, I saved a copy so it can once again receive the attention it deserves. Direct your accolades to Lorus. I am only a messenger. Adventures of an Incredibly Aesthetic Muscle-God By Lorus Part 1 It was a day like any other for Brett Hillard, who, as the world’s most beautiful male model, could name his price when it came to photoshoots. In fact, at just 25 years old he’d already visited over one hundred countries on Earth. He had his face on more billboards in every continent than the average human has dinners in a lifetime. No other man on Earth could come anywhere close to being as beautiful as he was. Alas, he’d grown quite bored with the whole thing. He had millions of pounds in his bank account. He had six hundred and fifty-seven pairs of sneakers, all of which had been donated by the various sneaker manufacturers. He’d put his name to a llama park in Swindon, simply because he’d had one shot of tequila too much one night and decided to do it for a lark. He’d also slept with thousands of men, all of whom said he was the greatest fuck they’d ever had. He was so beautiful that he could make grown men cry and then shoot their loads just by smiling at them. Life was good for Brett Hillard. Some would say ‘too good’. He wanted more. He needed a change. He needed to change. So he did some research, and found something after a little searching. On the internet he clicked on a pop-up that read: “Wanted: Human Test Subjects for Mind-Blowing Physical Enhancement Program!” “Huh? This can’t be for real… can it?” He dug deeper, reading more into it. Of course, these kinds of things don’t reveal much to start with. They get your curiosity juices flowing as they ‘rope you in’. They prey on your desires for betterment. This promised to pay thirty grand for an hour or so of his time. “I don’t need the money. But I want to be… different. Yet the same.” He admitted to himself that he wasn’t making sense. But he had to know more. So he emailed the brain(s) that ran the program, half-expecting to get spammed out of it. But that didn’t happen. Next day there was an email waiting for him that contained only one thing: a cellphone number. Without delay Brett dialed it. It was answered immediately. “So you want to be enhanced, yes?” The voice on the other side of the connection sounded calm and erudite. “I’m the world’s most beautiful male model. But I want to be better than that. Can you help me?” “Ah, so you must be Brett Hillard,” said the voice on the phone. “Yup… bet you’ve already wanked to my photos online. I’d be surprised if you haven’t.” Brett was cocky to a fault. He had that effect on people. He could almost hear the man’s erection springing up on the other end of the line. “Not my thing, alas, Brett. But my assistant has a penchant for muscular males. He’s spent many a time in the bathroom with a tablet open to your Instagram. Let’s not delve further, eh? I’d like you to come visit us. The program has already proven successful with non-human participants. I think you’ll be very surprised at my findings.” “Sure thing. What’s the address?” Brett’s big cock hardened and got larger at the thought of his body becoming better… even more astoundingly beautiful. “123 Swole Street. Come at 2pm. We’ll have everything set up, Brett.” And that was it. Brett showered and ate a hearty breakfast. Before leaving he chose a particularly eye-catching outfit to wear; he was a button-shirt, bowtie, suspenders, and jeans kind of guy. To be honest, the mega-hunky blonde was so beautiful, and super-sexy and manly in every way conceivable, that he looked amazing no matter what we wore. Blue eyed, square-jawed, he had gorgeous bulges all over his body. Even his Adam’s apple was big and manly. His body was like that of a fitness model, with chiseled muscles that re-defined muscularity. He wasn’t huge, but he wasn’t small either. His vascularity was off the charts. He had a ten pack, for god’s sake. He made Sergi Constance look like a couch potato. “And to think… I’ll be even more insanely beautiful after I take part in this program,” he vowed. He growled a little, got a huge erection again, and had to relieve himself before he left his plush penthouse. 123 Swole Street turned out to be a building for rent. It was nondescript, with a faint smell of ozone; as if there was electrical equipment buzzing and humming within. Brett fought off the usual paparazzi and screaming guys and girls getting wet for him (he was used to it, as this happened wherever he went). “You think I’m super-hot now? Wait for it, you plain, ugly fucks,” he jested. It was all part of his showing-off act. The public loved it when he was cocky and insulting. It turned them on even more. Grown men had to run into doorways to relieve themselves simply because Brett turned them on in ways you wouldn’t believe. He pressed the doorbell and instantly the door unlocked, buzzing him in. He entered the dimly-lit building and was suddenly overcome with a slight feeling of dread. He swallowed, albeit nervously. It wasn’t like him to be nervous. What if this was a trap, set up by some crazed fan that wanted to keep him prisoner forever? Although, if it turned out to be a gang of youths with boyband looks, he might be persuaded to develop Stockholm syndrome. He tentatively walked down a spartan corridor and gave a slight start when a fluorescent light above him suddenly buzzed and blinked on. More of that ozone smell assaulted his senses. His eyes watered a little. A door opened at the end of the corridor, and a gorgeous-looking bloke in a white coat emerged. He was somewhat Asian, maybe Eurasian, and reminded Brett a little of Dev Patel, only hunkier. He had a lovely smile. And suddenly Brett’s concerns were laid to rest. “I’m Raj. Welcome, Brett. We’re about to change your life. Come… such wonders await you beyond that door.” Raj was undeniably gorgeous, but nowhere near as gorgeous as Brett, but no one ever could be, certainly not after today. He remembered what the voice said to him on the phone. Could Raj be the assistant he spoke of, that ‘had a penchant for muscular males’? Brett bounced his not inconsiderable pectorals under his ‘painted-on’ shirt. Gaps appeared between the buttons, revealing smooth, tanned skin. Raj beamed with delight. “I hope that isn’t your favorite shirt, Brett. After the treatment, you’ll be finding it a tad tight.” Raj winked and then his gaze was drawn to Brett’s crotch where an enormous bulge had formed. The tight pants looked like they would split any second. Raj found himself thinking how huge Brett’s cock was at full hardness. Brett had done plenty of nudes during his illustrious career, so Raj had seen it — and wanked to it — innumerable times. But he’d never seen it erect. “Bring it on, Raj. And you never know, by the time all this is over, you’ll have a sore arse for a month, if you get my drift.” Brett bounced his pectorals some more and flexed his traps. Buttons strained. His bowtie groaned as he thickened out his neck whilst smiling his usual cocky smile. Raj’s cock ballooned behind his white coat. But he was at work, so professional decorum had to be maintained. He took Brett into the next room. There were cages with animals in them. The animals were beautiful-looking. Brett marveled at the sight of them. “That gorilla should have its own modelling contract. What a handsome fucker, for an ape,” said Brett, when the gorilla — thick and muscular with a gleaming coat — extended a hand through the bars to gently caress Brett’s hand. “Ah, he’s lovely, yes? Two weeks ago, he was a six-month old chimpanzee,” Raj exclaimed, barely able to contain his excitement. “Fuck no! Seriously? He used to be a chimp? Jesus!” Brett was very impressed. The next animal was no less impressive. He recognized it, too. “A Komodo dragon. I saw them on wildlife shows,” said Brett, deciding to keep his distance from the second cage. These beasts had a vicious way of interacting with other living things. “Oh you can’t be afraid of a cute little gecko, Brett,” Raj teased. Brett’s mind was blown. There were other animals in several more cages, each one starting out much smaller and less significant in the food chain than what science had ‘helped’ them become. Another door yonder, and this time a different scientist stepped through. “I’m Doctor Herman Weiss. Finally good to meet you in person, Brett.” Weiss’s voice matched the one from the phone call earlier. He was an average-looking bespectacled man of middling years. He was a little grey at the temples with a comb-over to hide a bald patch several years in the making. He tended to stoop, but his handshake was firm and sincere, which belied his lack of physical prowess. “So, Doc, what’s this experiment I’m going to be doing? I hope you’re not scamming me with false promises.” Brett formed a frown that advertised skepticism. Weiss smiled and nodded, as if he expected such a reaction. “I’ll cut to the chase. The lease on this building expires tomorrow. We tend not to stay in one place for too long. Ethics and all that.” He removed his spectacles for dramatic pause. Then: “What if you had the power to grow massively muscular on a whim?” Weiss paused to allow Brett to take it in. “Are you serious?” Brett frowned even further. This had to be a wind-up. “The gorilla is beautiful, no? For a chimp. The same would go for you,” Raj interjected. He took Brett’s hand and caressed it. Brett’s ephemeral skepticism was replaced with reassurance. “We ran several computer simulations. We predict that you would have the power to control your growth — transforming at will — unlike the animal subjects. When they changed the changes became permanent,” Weiss added. “Really? So I could grow as little or as much as I like? Then get smaller again?” Brett’s erection was now straining towards painful restriction. “We think so, yes,” said Raj. “Okay, I’m in. Pump me full of your science stuff. I want this. I want it more than anything!” The procedure was blissfully brief, and defiantly simple. Brett was made to take a shower before changing into a medical smock, although he would have opted to keep his own clothes on. Weiss insisted that the procedure would be most effective if outside contaminants were eliminated. Brett acquiesced. He was weighed, too, and some detailed measurements were taken of his body. Next a serum was administered through his muscled forearm. Doctor Weiss had no problem finding veins on Brett’s arm; he was ripped and vascular to a fault. The serum glowed with a faint greenish hue. “A side effect of the radioactive isotope used as a catalyst, Brett. It will not change your skin color,” Weiss assured. He winked somewhat mischievously “Huh? Radiation? You didn’t mention that before. Will it make me sick?” Brett’s alarm was short lived when Raj interjected. “It’s no more dangerous than an x-ray. Nothing to worry about, Brett.” Raj scribbled notes onto a clipboard as he spoke. His chief job was to note down everything that happened to the test subject. Brett didn’t much care for the unflattering medical smock, and he summarily ripped it from his body. Somewhat nonplussed, both scientist and assistant took a step back. “I want to look my best when I become incredible,” Brett explained. And so the 6’3” mega-hunk stood completely naked before the purveyors of his amazing future, his body rippling and glistening beneath a patina of sweat that adorned him with a god-like glaze. He sported a massive erection. Raj was overwhelmed by its length and girth. It had to be at least twelve inches long and eight or nine inches thick. Beneath the fleshy, horse-hung cock, his ball sack was heavy and bulging with gonads big as peaches. And they were about to become way bigger once the procedure ran its course. A minute passed during which nothing much happened. Raj had stopped taking notes and remained aghast and agog at things as they unfolded. There was a video camera recording everything as it happened. “I don’t feel any different,” said Brett, and he began to think that all this was just a scam. Then… It was slight at first, but did his chest suddenly thicken and look fuller than before? “Hmm… interesting. Only your chest has responded to the serum,” noted Doctor Weiss. He nodded to Raj, indicating he should make a note of it. “Well, I was just thinking about having a bigger chest, Doc,” said Brett. He bounced his now larger pecs, enjoying the experience immensely. “This could be significant,” said Raj. Weiss frowned. “I don’t pay you to have opinions, Raj. Keep taking notes,” Weiss intoned adamantly. And then to Brett: “Try thinking about growing another muscle, Brett, er… your biceps?” Weiss was as excited as a scientist could get on the verge of a scientific breakthrough, his own personal ‘Eureka’ moment. Raj, by contrast, licked his lips in anticipation. Brett lifted his right arm and bent it at the middle, forming a distinct and eye-catching mini boulder. A smug expression washed over his delicious face when veins popped out all over his arm and the bicep bulged larger than it ever had. It definitely got larger, almost as large as the soup plate-sized eyes in Raj’s handsome head. Brett didn’t stop here. He copied the pose of his right arm using his left, forming a double biceps pose. Veins popped larger, his muscles bulged significantly bigger and Raj moaned audibly as his lust for Brett Hillard intensified. To hell with professional decorum. Weiss didn’t pay him nearly enough for his work. “Try another pose, Brett. Perhaps a lat spread. Not that I’m knowledgeable of such things,” Doctor Weiss said, almost bashfully. Brett was only too happy to oblige. The naked archetype of Adonis fanned out his upper body, and his mind forged the image of him swelling huge. It took just seconds for his body to respond. He grew way larger than his learned onlookers could have anticipated. His lats formed an impressive delta spread. His pecs heaved upward and became thickly corded and striated. “Get me a fucking mirror… now!” As Brett’s desire to grow intensified, so his aggressive side became apparent. Muscle rage had to be anticipated. It was so very masculine, as the serum bolstered Brett’s levels of testosterone many times over. A mirror was fetched. Brett could now see himself reflected full-length. A smirk of pure conceit formed on his beautiful face. This was what he was destined for. “Grrrr… I’m a big, gorgeous muscle-god now. But this is just the beginning. So much power now courses through these veins. I can do anything I want. Rawwwr!” He flexed down into a huge most muscular, and his muscles exploded with greater size and definition. Raj gasped and dropped his clipboard, not that Doctor Weiss even noticed. The older scientist seemed transfixed with pure awe, although he was incapable of becoming aroused. Raj was aroused enough for them both. “Perhaps we could take some measurements now. And your weight has changed considerably. Could you step back on the scale, Brett please,” Doctor Weiss urged. Raj’s pants were soaked at the front, but his lab coat concealed the precum wetness. He wanted to come, but things were only beginning to hot up as far was Brett was concerned. “Incredible. Your weight has gone from 220 lbs to 350 lbs in a matter of minutes. Perhaps you could halt your gains for a while; give your body a chance to adjust, eh?” Weiss’ complexion had become a tad wan. This was far different from observing a chimpanzee grow to gorilla proportions. Brett had the ability to shape his destiny (as if he couldn’t do that before?), unlike dumb lab animals. “Hey Raj, you have the hots for me, so you get to wield the tape measure,” Brett said cockily. Stepping off the scale, he blasted muscle pose after muscle pose, his beautiful body becoming more and more striking. His skin tightened so that his muscles rippled and rolled, and his veins bulged so much more. Raj wanted him so much. His throat had become dry, and he croaked when he tried to speak. “Biceps...chkkkk…. twenty-six inches….up from nineteen.” Brett smirked in cockiness once more. “Just for starters,” he announced, bunching his upper arms into small cannonballs of size and hardness. He was already hugely muscled, but he knew he could get so much bigger. In fact, his growth seemed instinctive now. He only had to think about his muscles growing and they responded with gusto. His chest had gone from forty-eight inches to sixty-two. He wanted to pump it up even bigger, but it would have benefitted greatly from a workout. In fact: “Hurry the fuck up, the pair of you. This place is starting to get small around me. I need to put my muscles to work and get to the gym. I’m gonna blow people away.” Brett had grown weary of playing the science guinea pig. He wanted to explode onto the world and kick it around like a football. “Er… very well. But we’d like you to keep in contact, for check-ups soon. You are the first of your kind. This serum could have many beneficial medical applications, as in curing diseases that cause muscles to atrophy,” Weiss advised. “Yeah, yeah, Doc. You’ll get your awards and all that shit,” said Brett, continuing to pose and flex in front of the mirror in the lab. His cock had swelled up massively and Raj wanted to suck it so badly. In fact: “Why doesn’t Raj here come back to my penthouse and monitor me in daily life? He can report his findings back to you. Then we can get up close and personal. You’d like that, wouldn’t you Raj.” Seeming all too desperate, Raj pressed his face against the muscle-god’s prominent chest. The smell of his muscle-musk was overpowering. And rightly so. Brett had him under his spell. Weiss could do nothing but acquiesce. “Hmm… my clothes are all but useless to me now. So how will I get home if I’m naked? The streets will run white with spunk when grown men see me like this.” What to do, Brett? What to do indeed. Then he thought about growing smaller. And he did. It was miraculous to observe. But he didn’t return to his original size. He kept some of his gains, just enough to tease the fabric of his clothing to near-bursting point. His shirt had looked painted on to begin with. Now it hugged his muscles even more snugly, and he couldn’t button it across his chest, so he left the top few unbuttoned for even greater effect. Likewise, the threads of his jeans strained to contain his gorgeous thighs. The buttons of his fly groaned trying to keep themselves fastened. His crotch was wet with precum. Combined with his musk, he smelled incredible. An Incredibly Aesthetic Muscle-God was born. And it was time to have some awesome muscular adventures. Part Two: Raj Moves In The penthouse was a complete paradise to Raj. His own apartment could easily fit into Brett’s bathroom. This was a place where a rich twenty-something gay bachelor entertained to extreme. It had its own gym, games room, home cinema, sauna, jacuzzi, bar, and rooftop swimming pool. But there was only one bedroom, since even penthouses have finite space. “Don’t worry about the sleeping arrangements, pretty boy. You’ll be sleeping with me from now on. Not that we’ll be getting much sleep, wink wink,” said Brett, now that he and Raj were alone. Raj couldn’t believe his luck. The most beautiful man in the world was basically making him his roommate. Maybe much more, too. “I can’t believe this is happening,” said Raj, trembling with delight. “Well it is happening, so you better get used to it. Now to get you out of that fucking lab coat. I want to see you in the flesh, cutie.” Brett muscled up considerably, so that his clothes literally flew apart into pieces of confetti. He shot up in height, too, gaining 300 lbs of muscle in seconds. He was now even bigger than back at the lab. Raj cried tears of delight and forgot to breathe for a second. “Look at how huge I am. You’re a fucking rodent compared to me. Although, you’re a pretty sexy one.” Brett ripped Raj’s clothes off. Raj was muscular and toned, and not too ripped. He had, maybe, twenty decent pounds of muscle on him. He was 5’11” and a little broad-shouldered. Indian by blood, he was very attractive. He had a nicely-sized cock, too. A good eight-incher. It would suffice. “Get down on your knees and suck my huge muscle-cock, Raj. Try not to choke on it, although I suspect you will, heh heh,” Brett playfully commanded. He liked Raj a lot. Although he came across as a tad aggressive, he really didn’t want Raj to get hurt. “I will do anything you order me to, Brett. I am your slave in all things from now on,” Raj almost cried out his words. His speech was quickly quashed by a mouthful of the biggest, most beautiful cock he’d ever tasted. He could just about get his lips around the thick mushroom head. “Awww… feels good, Raj. You’re old hat at this,” Brett growled. Standing before him, he blasted out a full lat spread and willed even more muscle onto his incredible body. He bulged insanely — every part of him bursting with size and power — much to Raj’s delight. “Look at how huge I am. But don’t you dare stop taking more inches of my muscle-cock. Take it in, little man-bitch… but don’t choke. You gotta keep breathing in order to serve your Muscle Master. I’m your god now!” Brett’s pecs heaved with striated prowess, bouncing as the muscles pushed and rolled against each other. He played with his rock-hard nipples whilst Raj serviced his cock, and his arousal augmented further and deeper. Just for fun Brett willed his pecs a little bigger, so that they now formed an obstructive shelf before him. They blocked his view of Raj completely, and then Brett grew his nipples to ten times their size. Thicker than three cigar butts taped together, likewise the areolas swelled to the size of size plates. They began to ooze a delicious milky liquid that cascaded over his pec shelf and gushed down on top of Raj who was already getting drunk on Brett’s precum. Brett’s sweet nectars mixed together, and Raj drank it all in, not just with his mouth, but with his entire body. His lust at its greatest, Brett grew larger. His cock shot out and thickened considerably, so that Raj’s mouth could no longer contain it. Raj coughed and pulled back, his body glistening with his own sweat and Brett’s muscle/sex nectar. Brett picked Raj up with one hand and carried him to the massive bed in the bedroom. He playfully tossed him like a ragdoll. His strength was so great that Raj felt completely weightless. Raj lay there, panting and ecstatic, and everything darkened as Brett’s massive shadow fell across him. Cords of precum and muscle-tit milk quickly soddened the bed, but neither of them cared. Caught up in the moment, they were both slaves to Brett’s ever-increasing power. “Heh, I’ll go easy on you, my little man-bitch. Don’t want you in a body cast, heh heh!” There was no way to gauge Brett’s current weight, although his weight could never be ‘current’ since it was near-constantly changing. But Raj felt like he was shrinking as the massive muscle-god before and above him continued to explode with huge amounts of muscle. Brett’s skin tightened over his burgeoning muscles, causing the fibers to become visible and interlaced with networks of bulging black veins. Raj gasped and thought he could see the blood coursing through Brett’s subcutaneous piping. Brett threw his head back and laughed/growled in ecstasy. He was clearly drunk with power and wanted much more. His shoulders, neck, and traps exploded with mass and his pecs and delts continued to balloon. He lowered himself yet nearer to his ‘shrinking’ little man, so that Raj could take nectar directly from the source. Brett’s teats felt like dicks in his mouth and Raj found himself alternating between the two. Growling with desire and lust to grow even more huge, Brett squeezed his gigantic pecs together, creating a deep, dark, and sweaty cleavage which Raj was privy to explore with his tongue as it darted from one muscle-teat to the next. As Brett continued to gain yet more size, the king size bed began to groan in defiance of the massive weight it struggled to support. Brett didn’t care. Suddenly he flipped over, nudging Raj off the bed completely so that Brett could lay on his back. Easily close to 8’ tall, his girth was immense, especially his upper body. But his legs were no less impressive, so much thickness spread across thigh muscles that rippled and rolled as they battled for space. Between thighs and abdomen, Brett’s ball sack expanded to mind-blowing proportions, accompanied by a muscle-cock that simply refused to stop growing. A helter-skelter array of thick, dark veins embossed the rod and fed it constantly with blood altered forever by Weiss’s serum. Raj found himself ensconced on a sea of mega-muscle, the centerpiece of which was a phallus as big as his arm. There was no way his modest hole could accommodate a missile like this. And yet… “Fuck me… please Brett, my muscle-god. Fuck this little man-bitch into next week,” Raj implored. Choked with lust and muscle, his eyes watered with emotion. He was now obsessed with Brett, and this would never change. He found himself unable to stop from climbing onto Brett’s cock and positioning his hole over the huge head. It was already way bigger than just moments before when he was able to take it in his mouth. This would be like getting fucked by a baseball bat. But he couldn’t stop himself. “Get my huge cock inside you, little man-bitch,” Brett barked. The rod oozed enough precum to sufficiently lube itself. But Raj still struggled to get the fist-sized head into his anus. “Heh heh, am I too big for you? Does it hurt my little man-bitch?” Raj was barely visible beyond the huge wall of pec meat that obscured much of Brett’s view. He loved his new body and its awesome power. “Cuh-can’t take your duh-dick… please, make it smaller… puh-please!” Tears streamed out of Raj’s eyes. He really wanted to push down on his master’s enormous cock. He wanted so much of it inside him. He wanted to spend the rest of his life getting hammered up his hole by such a mighty beam. His lust was overpowering. He knew he was close to coming. Brett sensed it. His super-dick had become super-sensitive to maximize his pleasure. Just like his nipples he could control this sensitivity as much as, or as little as, he liked. And through his dick alone he could feel Raj beginning to convulse prior to orgasm. “Okay, I’ll make it smaller for you… but the rest of me must compensate for the shrinkage. Watch this…. Rawwwwwr!” Even as Brett’s dick shrunk by thirty percent or so, his body ballooned with further crazy amounts of muscle. The bed creaked more noticeably, now, as his body gained hundreds of pounds of new muscle. He flexed a massive double biceps and the huge mountains burst forth with more veins and more size. His head now seemed dwarfed by his biceps. His forearms also increased hugely. They made Frank McGrath’s forearms look like fucking twigs by comparison. Raj found himself slipping further down the muscle-cock. Inch after inch went into his hole, lubed sufficiently for maximum benefit. The pain was still considerable, but Raj found he could endure it. He’d taken a ten-incher in the past, but this time he was riding on more than that, probably twice as much. He’d be sore for a week after this, if not longer. Brett played with his massive, and super-sensitive, nipples, tweaking them between his fingers and thumbs whilst Raj adopted a bouncing rhythm up and down on his member. Raj was crying and screaming with every upward thrust from Brett. If Brett were to thrust hard enough he’d have Raj hitting the ceiling and probably cracking his skull. Brett had no idea how strong he was at this time. But he knew that he could get a lot stronger. And he intended to. But for now, he had to practice restraint, for Raj’s sake. Damn, why were men so fragile? He made a mental note to find a hardcore gym and fuck the biggest bodybuilders that trained there. He’d make them all his man-bitches. They would be small compared to him. Heh, that’d fuck up their egos for sure. After a few more minutes of the one position, Brett grew restless. He needed variety, and there was an itch in the small of his back. He leapt to his feet, causing the entire floor to shake. Folks living below probably thought it was an earthquake warning tremor. Still not close to coming (although closer than before) Raj gasped at Brett’s current height. The top of his head was just inches from the ceiling. The ceiling had to be at least nine feet from the floor. “Time for some doggy style, my little man-bitch,” Brett growled. Raj didn’t complain. As a devoted bottom, this was easily his favorite style. He submitted his hole once again and enjoyed the experience even more. Brett had to kneel in order to bring his mammoth member down to Raj’s level, but this was not a problem. And thus, further pounding began. Brett had to limit the strength of his thrusts for fear of sending the bed and Raj careening across the bedroom. But an enjoyable experience was had by all. To finish off, Brett effortlessly flipped Raj around, and the smaller man cooperated by drawing his knees up towards his head and pushing his anus outward, giving Brett two “handlebars” to hold onto in the form of his ankles. Brett did him up the hole even further, and increased his dick girth just enough to give him maximum pleasure without tearing Raj a second asshole. Raj came first, gobbets of spunk splashing onto his abs and chest. He cried out with a level of bliss no man has ever experienced. This further goaded Brett on. He wasn’t ready to cum just yet, although he was close. But he decided not to come inside Raj, as he’d no idea just how much spunk a body this large — with coconut-sized gonads — could produce. Besides, there’d be other times, and Raj seemed exhausted. “Heh heh, I’m a god amongst insects now. I guess I can go on tirelessly. Not like you, my little man-bitch.” Brett grunted out a few more thrusts – knowing he could have gone on and on — but there was plenty of time to ‘get to know Raj better’. Besides, he was ravenous. Growing and fucking had given him quite the appetite. “Time to come. But the mess will be considerable. Hmm… better think fast!” The muscle-god bounded across the bedroom and out onto the adjoining balcony. The city could take his spunk. He was forty stories up, and he knew he could blast out his load like a cannon. “Here you go, fuckers!!!” And he shot his load, a massive blast of muscle-crème. It shot out over the city skyline, arching outwards and onwards. He delivered gout after gout of his rich seed, which rained down on an unsuspecting population. “RAWWWWWWWWWWRRRR AH FUCK YEAH!!!! I’M A FUCKING GOD!!!!!” Liter after liter of hot steaming jizz pumped out of his huge cock. And he didn’t stop shooting for at least three or four minutes. Finally, he was spent, his balls reduced to a quarter their size, but his newfound instincts told him that he could simply will them to refill with yet more spunk, even more than he’d just shot. He finished by forming a massive full lat spread. His upper body fanned out and ballooned with masses of muscle-flesh. His skin tightened further, creating scar tissue: the bodybuilding badges of honor. He could keep the scars if he chose to, or order his body to heal. He was invincible. His full lat spread made him look even bigger. Every muscle was pumped huge. His pecs heaved upwards, so that he had to hold his head back to give himself room to breathe. He dominated everything with his size and power. And he could get even bigger if he commanded it. He crabbed down into a most muscular pose, and his muscles became even more striated, with mind-blowing separation between. In order to compensate, his body grew more veins in order to pump more serum-altered blood to his muscles. He growled maniacally, super-drunk with the lust to grow and get even stronger. His dick got bigger, thicker, and longer, and his balls almost exploded as more spunk was made in seconds. He flexed his upper pecs and willed his huge man-teats to issue their nectar upwards. Fountains of the fluid shot up and arced towards his mouth. In this fashion he fed on his own elixir. And it made him grow bigger. His cock grew larger still — easily thirty inches — and it slammed against his ten-pack ab wall. The sound was like a wet mattress slamming against the trunk of an oak tree. Brett came again. And again. This time he urged his issue upwards — a larger fountain yet — and he gorged on his own spunk. It empowered him. Hundreds of meters below him — the city streets teeming with life — people stopped and gazed upwards, drawn to the sound of a god’s screams of bliss. Some people were scared by the sound. Others were indifferent and went about their daily business. Others, still, were aroused by it. After, Brett shrunk down to 400 lbs of muscle, standing at 6’6”. When Raj was recovered and refreshed from their first fuck, he’d have him measure his muscles. He decided that 400 lbs would be a good baseline from which to spring future growth spurts. He was thickly muscled and extremely aesthetic. He would grow and alter his physique to suit his moods. Right now, his mood was hunger. He decided to see what was in his huge American-style fridge. There was some leftover fried chicken, which he devoured bones and all. A bucket of potato salad went down the same way. He fried up a dozen eggs and wolfed them down right out of the pan. There was a liter of frozen yoghurt, which he added to a blender, chucked in some protein powder and cream cheese and more eggs. He whizzed it up into a decent-enough shake and chugged it down. Finally he was satisfied, but he would want more food, and soon. “Time to hire a live-in chef. He’ll cater to all my food needs, giving Raj more time to worship me and get fucked. Speaking of Raj...”. Brett returned to the bedroom and saw his little man-bitch sleeping soundly in the bed. Brett, now sleepy from so much food, decided to join him. He lay down beside him and enveloped Raj in his muscular arms. If he wanted to, he could grow huge again. But he decided to save his strength for later. There were so many amazing muscle adventures to be had. Part Three: Finding Bodybuilder Man-Bitches It didn’t take long for Brett to find a live-in chef. Within an hour of placing the online ad, there was a queue of anxious and horny chefs — mostly sex-hungry males — gathered outside his building. Brett stood on his balcony overlooking the city and regarded his ant-like minions from high above. His booming voice carried to all and sundry. And specifically, to the women that turned up expectant and starry-eyed for a chance to work for the muscle-god: “Sorry girls, guys only. Go home and play with your dildos!” The crestfallen women chefs didn’t have to be told twice. Brett picked a handsome enough fellah and ordered the concierge to let him up to the penthouse. His name was Pete, but Brett would call him Chef Guy. His salary was three times that of his last job, which suited him fine. He was also gay, so there’d be some perks to the job, too, no doubt. “Cook me up a huge meal before the gym, Chef Guy. Protein-based. And make something out of this!” Brett cockily handed Pete a bucket containing a mixture of his super-spunk and his muscle-tit milk combined. Brett figured that his own fluids would be more nutritious than anything any bodybuilding nutrition expert could develop. Not that he needed to take anything to grow, but it was fun to dabble in new things. Pete came up with a macaroni and hamburger bake doused in the milk from his new employer’s tits and gonads. Brett reckoned he could increase the potency of his issue if he hulked up to massive proportions before spewing forth this anabolic ambrosia. But for now, the food was delicious. Brett ate three huge helpings and a rack of lamb with all the trimmings whilst Raj and Pete watched and wanked furiously. The penthouse would forever smell of spunk from then on. After eating, Brett hulked up to 500 lbs, so that his stringer tank and denim cut-offs would appear membranous next to his incredible skin. He grew his lats out so that his arms rested akimbo, although he couldn’t really get his hands and hips to touch. He loved that feeling, to have muscles so huge that they restricted his movements. He wanted his button-fly to look as strained as possible, so he got Raj to take a scissors to the panel of material that conceals the fly — cutting it away entirely — so that the silver buttons glinted and strained visibly against the massive pressure caused by his junk within. Some of his pubes poked through the gaps in the fly, and every follicle dripped with his musky aroma. “Here, get a snootful of my scent before I head to the gym,” growled Brett, pushing Raj’s head into his crotch so that he could inhale his amazing crotch musk. Raj busted a nut once more and cried out in bliss, before Brett picked him up, sucked all the cum off his dick, then kissed him lovingly and set him back down. No available protein would ever be ignored or wasted. “You two don’t get up to any sexy mischief while I’m doing my workout,” he playfully admonished his two-man crew, although he winked as he spoke. That said, he picked up his gym-bag and left via the balcony. “Fuck it, I’m too big to fit in the lift. This way is faster!” He leaped over the balcony rail, powerful spring-like muscles in his legs bulked out massively to propel him far out over the city. It was an amazing feeling. He landed just a few meters from his regular gym, bulking out his leg muscles to massive proportions in order to comfortably absorb the impact of his landing. He made a massive crater in the street, and car alarms went off and windows shattered. He didn’t care. “City can bill me. I’m good for it,” he declared with lofty pride. His gym was a plush affair, mostly for male models and minor celebrities to work out in, but there was also a hardcore section. Brett avoided the locker room entirely; he’d only spend too much time in there posing and fucking the shit out of the other members. Fuck it, he made his own rules. He decided he was a bit overdressed for his workout, and bulked up by another 100 lbs or so until the stringer tank and exposed button-fly cut-offs flew apart like wet tissue paper. But he still had to think of the other members coming too soon. From his gym bag he removed a micro mankini. It was literally a pouch with string attached. He also slipped on a cock-ring. He didn’t really need to use a cock-ring, but he liked the feeling of extra pressure as more and more blood was forced into his massive tool. The pouch of the mankini barely engulfed the fist-sized mushroom head of his dick. The entire shaft of his monster dick — with thick, dark veins pulsing with power — was exposed for all to see. Brett decided his dick could use more size, and so with a growl that would turn an attack dog’s hair pure white, he forced his dick to grow and thicken to twice its size. “Shit forgot the cock-ring,” he lamented. The titanium ring stretched to contain the even thicker ‘trunk’ of Brett’s dick. “Hmm… fuckin’ thing is holding. Can’t have that. Gotta give it more size. Hnnnnnnnghhh!!!!!” Everyone on the gym floor looked on with awe. They all knew Brett, and couldn’t believe their eyes at his command of muscle-growth. It looked like magic to them, and it was the horniest, most incredible sight they’d forever admit to witnessing. But when Brett grew his dick to the size and thickness of an average man’s leg, the cock-ring exploded. Hot metal flew in all directions. One piece took out a section of mirror behind a rack of free weights, but fortunately no one was hurt. “Hmm, need another cock-ring,” the gorgeous behemoth mused, as he started searching about for a suitable replacement. The bar from a barbell would suffice, so he picked it up, and tried to bend it into a ring. The metal fatigued a little and heated up, but it wasn’t enough. “Need more size, more strength to bend this fucker!” And so more grunting and flexing followed, and as Brett’s monster bod bulked up to even huger proportions — muscles literally gobbling up free space as they became engorged with blood and serum and inhuman power — the bar gave in with ease. He bent it in two, and then into a ring. Crude, but it would do the job. He slid it onto his monster schlong. It was a little loose. Not a problem. He hulked more size out of his dick until the cock-ring was water tight next to his veiny organ. He leaked a bucket-load of precum, which splashed about as he jiggled and twirled his monstrous member. Precum splashed onto the transfixed onlookers. Brett’s musk filled the capacious room and grown men began to lick Brett’s stink off each other. As he bulked and flexed, so the mankini became even more stringy, his gigantic balloon pecs pushing ever outward, forcing the strings to strain and grow thinner. All this happened before he lifted a single weight. By the time he even began his workout, he’d bulked up to over 800 lbs. and almost eight feet in height. He could vary the height/mass ratio to any degree. He now towered above everyone; the next biggest guy in the gym that day was only 250 or thereabouts. Brett could snap him like a twig. In fact: “Hey, mouse boy… look at you, you fucking runt. How much can you bench?” Brett teased. “Er… up… about one-eighty, Buh-Brett,” Mouse Boy stammered. He was afraid of the beautiful and most muscular man alive, but he was too horny to care. Like everyone else in the gym, ladies included, no shorts or singlets remained dry once Brett was in the room. “Buh-Brett? Is that my name, Muh-Mouse Buh-boy? Dare you stammer in my presence?” Now Brett was getting a little pissed off. He decided he didn’t need to work out, but he wanted his arrogant fun. So be it. “Sorry, Brett,” said Mouse Boy, clearing his throat. He sported a not unimpressive erection in his tight black singlet. “Hmm… put more weight on the bar, say… four hundred. Then get on the bench and use a spotter,” the giant ordered. Worriedly, Mouse Boy tried to overcome reluctance balanced with horniness. He was already sliding around on his own precum at this point. The gym stank of it. “I can’t lift that much, Brett,” he protested, glad he could contain his stammering. Brett didn’t approve of stammering. “Oh, don’t worry. You’ll have a little help, heh heh,” Brett chuckled. When the spotter was in place, Mouse Boy — the heaviest bloke in the gym next to Brett — got into position on the bench and tried not to feel like a little kid again. “Now neither of you move until you get the signal. You’ll know it when you… er… feel it,” Brett said with a wink. Then he left the floor. Lots of people stood around in silence. They exchanged nervous glances. No one knew what would happen next. After what seemed like a small eternity… The gym began to shake. Just a little at first, but quickly increasing. Beneath the bench upon which Mouse Boy was nervously ensconced — with his spotter trembling behind him — the floor beneath came away with a mighty concrete crack. It began to rise, an area of about eight feet long by four wide. Below the unearthed section of floor, Brett lay flat in the basement below. His huge hands gripping the piece of floor he’d removed upon which two grown men, a bench and four hundred pounds of iron were raised as though they weighed nothing all. Mouse boy couldn’t even raise the bar. He just lay on the bench with his hands tightly gripping the bar, with his spotter clinging on for dear life. Brett hefted out twenty-four reps before relaxing the floor back into place. Masonry dust filled the air, assaulting eyes and noses alike. Brett barely got a pump. “More weight… more mouse boys get onto this section of broken floor. Now… dammit!!!!” Brett wanted to break a sweat, even a little one. But there was no end to his strength. Hell, he could bench all this weight on the end of his dick if he wanted to. Reluctantly more men gathered onto the broken section of floor. One even sat down on Mouse Boy, who was now completely horny but crying at the same time. This was so humiliating, but his lust for Brett’s beauty and power overshadowed his pride. The bar was loaded with weight until it could bear no more. Two more spotters joined in, one on either side of the first guy. The section of floor now supported a dozen men. The weight was astronomical. But Brett could do it. He took the strain. He inhaled for what seemed like a minute, his monstrous chest bulking up to inhuman proportions. He pressed upwards with his mighty arms. The floor quivered a little, but slowly it went up, and up… and up. Brett’s dick grew larger and larger. The second cock-ring heated up and stretched with extreme fatigue. Veins exploded all over Brett’s body. He grew. And he grew some more. He was fucking huge. The weight grew lighter. “More bodies… more weight,” he screamed. “Please Brett… we’re fully loaded up here,” Mouse Boy pleaded. The floor began to crumble dangerously. It felt way too light. Finally, Brett gave in and let everything fall back into place. By the time he arrived back up from the basement, he’d shrunk back to around 600 lbs. But he was still a monster. “Bill me for the fucking damage,” he told the gym manager. And then to everyone else: “You’re all my man-bitches now. From now on you don’t train to look glamorous for photo shoots. You’re all to start hardcore bodybuilding. You’ll be drinking my tit milk and spunk as your protein. I want strong man-bitches to fuck. You got that?” All the men in the gym nodded obediently. They all wanted Brett so much. And just for a treat, Brett willed himself to get even more beautiful. His eyes got bluer and larger, his nose more rugged, his jaw more angular. His lips pouted fuller and his teeth sparkled brighter. His dimples grew a little deeper and his hair shone a more scintillating blonde. His neck became manlier and his Adam’s apple grew a little more prominent. His voice deepened and became even more masculine. Then he flexed his muscles and exploded out of the micro mankini. It had stretched as thin as hair on him and his gigantic cock made short work of the pouch. Women in the gym fainted. Brett got bigger and bigger. His muscles pushed out in all directions, becoming more cut, more striated. His body shone with glistening perspiration, simply because he willed his muscles to shine. “Still want more, you fucking twigs? Want your muscle-god Brett to get even bigger and more gorgeous?” “Oh yes,” came back the chorus. Brett concentrated and configured a double biceps pose. His muscles got larger. Mountainous cannonballs shot up as his biceps climbed higher than his clenched fists. Each bicep was five times the size of his head. His pecs swelled to mammoth size. His lats pushed out on either side, gorging on free space. His waist tapered as his oblique muscles and core abs became tighter and stronger. His legs became huge, with diamond hard cuts in between rolling muscles that left his balls with no room to hang, and so they were forced outwards, themselves swelling with size and power as he willed them to fill with his powerful, godly juice. He changed to a side chest pose. His pecs grew ever outward; truly muscle-tits to the extreme. His huge nipples gushed with milk, spraying everyone close enough to fight over it. The pec striations became deeper, darker. Dark shadows gathered beneath his pec shelf, soaking up the under-swell like a creeping black slick. His abs — now a twelve-pack—partially disappeared into the shadow cast by his pecs. He flexed more and more, grunting, screaming a manly caterwaul which declared his extreme power over his muscles and all those present who lusted to touch and get lost in them. He flexed down into a most muscular. Inhuman biceps hardened and bulged with deeper veins, dimpling into his pecs on each side. Cords thick as thumbs pushed out of his tree trunk neck as he grunted and growled and demanded more size and power from his muscles. He leaned harder and harder into the pose, and by now his dick was gushing his gorgeous nectar as readily as his tit glands. Everyone present was sprayed, driven into an orgy of uncontrollable extremes. Something occurred to Brett at this point: he could will his juice to grow everyone that partook of it. And he did. His incredible body began to pump it out of his dick and tits at a phenomenal rate. This didn’t deplete him in the slightest; in fact, it had the opposite effect; goading him on and making him stronger and more productive of fluids. All the men present drank of his juice, some fighting amongst themselves for the precious muscle-building liquid. This had the desired effect. Men in the gym began to grow. And seeing them grow around him made Brett want to grow even further. Hot, muscular studs transformed around him, first becoming middleweight bodybuilders, then light-heavy, heavyweight and so on. The air filled with the sound of lustful groans and moans of sheer delight and muscle-obsession. Clothing stretched and seams came apart. Some men couldn’t take it and came over and over, their spunk adding to the copious fluids splashing around the gym. Others were able to control their transformations and Mouse Boy bulked up to almost 400 lbs. Brett noticed this and chose Mouse Boy — whose real name was Declan — as his first. Brett was three times his size and weight at this point and so Declan felt weightless to him. “Fuck me into next week, Brett. Please!” Declan’s body stopped growing and he was huge at this point, easily way bigger than Mister Olympia. His body was delicious, huge and striated, with cuts that seemed hewn from glass. Brett wasted no time bending him over a machine and spreading his legs. Declan’s hole was that of a deeply muscled bodybuilder now, sporting thick, deliciously striated glutes between which a tasty hairy and sweaty hole gasped and implored to be penetrated. Brett’s massive twenty-four-inch dick was way too big to get into that moist pipe, but the Incredibly Aesthetic Muscle-God was too embroiled in his own insane muscle-lust to make his dick smaller. He barked an order to the next two biggest bodybuilders who he knew were completely drenched in his fluids. “Feed Mouse Boy. Let him lick my juice from your hot bodies. He needs to get bigger so he can take my dick. Do it now!!! GRRRRRRRR!!!!” Brett was in the zone. He kept his dick at its current size, but once Declan started to lap the cum from the bodies thrusting before him, so his growth spurted again. Dozens of pounds of muscle burst from his body and his hole equally grew and deepened. “Yeah, keep it up. I wanna fuck Mouse Boy so bad. He’s gonna enjoy being fucked by a god!!!” Just to make sure Declan didn’t surpass him in size and power, Brett molded his pecs to make his nipples point upwards, as he had done before. Muscle milk erupted from each oversized gland and he deftly guided the flow towards his mouth. This made him more powerful, and he exploded with a massive 500 lb. growth spurt in a few seconds. His height shot up to just under twelve feet. His strength was off the scale. Declan stopped growing at 850 lbs. or thereabouts. Huge, but nowhere near Brett’s scale. But at least he could now take Brett’s dick and started pushing back in sync with Brett’s enormously powerful forward thrusts. “Aw yeah….fuuuuuuck!!!” Brett couldn’t see what was happening below his gigantic pec-shelf, but he could feel it well enough. Declan’s buttocks felt amazing; tightening around Brett’s dick like they were designed for this function and nothing else. Brett willed the veins of his dick to harden and thicken to create better friction and so heighten the pleasure for both men. The feeling was like nothing he’d ever felt before. He wanted to keep Declan at this size, but wasn’t sure if it was possible. Did he really have the ability to do so? He wasn’t sure at this point. But he fucked him and fucked him, causing him to scream out things like: “Don’t let this end!” and “Brett, you’re a fucking god. Don’t stop!” But Mouse Boy could not be greedy. Other men in the gym were still bulking up thanks to Brett’s incredible body fluids. They all had to have their turn. Without a thought for Raj back at the penthouse, Brett took them all. The fucking lasted for hours. Brett continued to grow and get stronger. But eventually, when all men lay passed out on the floor of the gym — with equipment smashed and clothing lying in tatters all around him — Brett decided to take a break. An inexorable hunger washed through him. Not quite depleted, still, he needed to pace himself. He was new to this new life and power he’d been given. He had to explore it to discover the full range of his abilities. But he needed to eat. So, he shrank back to 500 lbs. and headed in to take a shower. Part Four: The Apology and So Much Growth A week passed, during which the smell of spunk in the penthouse of Brett Hillard never seemed to lessen with the passage of time. You only had to step into the capacious muscle-den to get horny enough to come all over the place, further adding to the compelling reek. But Brett was meticulous about such things and no drop of jizz was ever wasted. (except that one time, when he shot gout after gout of it out over the cityscape). Brett had a lot of growing to do, as did his man-bitches. Declan the Mouse Boy (oh how he hated that moniker) had been evicted from his apartment because he failed to meet the rent due to spending all his dosh on bodybuilding supplements. Brett let him stay at the penthouse until he could find another apartment with a landlord that wasn’t a dick. He even lent him some money to help him get out of a bind. Pete — or Chef Guy — continued to provide all the delicious meals a growing bodybuilder needed to get huge (and even ‘huger’). He liked pleasing the Muscle-God. Now he also had to cater to Declan’s food requirements. This wasn’t really a problem. All Declan ate was pasta bakes loaded with Brett’s ambrosial fluids, as well as the non-exhaustive chugging of gainer shakes. He worked out near-incessantly in the penthouse gym, always striving to better himself and grow for his mentor. He saw Brett as his mentor, although the Muscle-God didn’t really see himself in that role. He was too self-obsessed to ever spend time helping a lesser bodybuilder to get huge. All things considered, Declan seemed to be doing quite well. So much so, Brett would sometimes reward him by fucking him full of his amazing fluids. Pity the growth that ensued never stuck for more than an hour or so. Raj was feeling left out. One night in the sack, snuggled up next to the giant Adonis he said, “Are we officially a couple?” There was an earnest tone in Raj’s question. The bed creaked noisily as the 600 lb. muscle-monster rolled onto one enormous side to better address his boyfriend’s query. “Of course, we are. Isn’t it plain to see, little guy?” Brett had been calling Raj ‘little guy’ for several days. This was an upgrade from the ‘man-bitch’ status he reserved for all his fuck-buddies. “Yes, but… I don’t know, Brett. I seem to be drowning in muscle, of late.” “But you like being engulfed in all my amazing muscles… don’t you?” A hint of doubt rang from his tone, even as his humongous muscles twitched and flexed as he caressed his beautiful boyfriend. “Yes of course… but I thought we could have this place to ourselves. Pete is fine; we need him for our meals… but Declan living here, too?” Raj trailed off with an exhalation peppered with despair. “But we hardly see him, honey,” said Brett. He’d never called Raj ‘honey’ before. It felt like old married couple shit. Still, upon hearing it Raj’s eyes brightened a little. Seeing the tender side of Brett — however brief — was always nice. Brett went on: “This penthouse is huge. He practically lives and sleeps in the gym, only coming out for meals. We barely see him for more than a few minutes a day. His lust for growth is impressive.” “What about us? I know we haven’t been together that long, but we haven’t even been on a proper date. I’d love you to take me to a fancy restaurant and be romantic instead of always being cocky and self-obsessed.” Raj frowned with a little wetness in each eye. Brett got out of bed and flicked on a light. He was huge and naked standing over the bed. Raj got hard in a trice. “Brett not now. I’m too tired for sex. And a bit sore from the last pounding you gave me.” “Maybe if I hulk up to my biggest size ever, you’ll cheer up. Plus, we’ll go on a date tomorrow. I promise. I love you, Raj. Mouse Boy is just for fucking. I don’t have feelings for him. I’m just turned on by how much he wants to grow. But he’ll never be like this!” That was his cue to launch into a massive double biceps. Brett’s muscles snapped obediently into monstrous relief. Veins exploded all over his upper body as they fed his amazing serum-infused blood into every muscle-fiber. Then the fibers divided and thickened, resulting in more growth. He pumped up… impossibly huge. Growling seemed to help the process along. Brett dropped his arms and formed into a full lat spread. His lats flared wide and his pecs heaved upward, expanding… always expanding. Striations, dark and deep, cracked across his amazing muscle-tits. His cock slapped against his cobbled midsection with a loud, moist thump. Raj intermittently forgot about his woe and began to furiously beat his meat as his huge boyfriend got huger and huger before his eyes. Brett grew bigger and even more beautiful. His power was endlessly flexible; he could change his size at will whilst keeping the improvements to his face as the power applied them. His face just got more and more handsome, ruggedly so. His masculine lines knew no limits. His dimples developed dimples. His muscles enlarged to insane proportions. He changed his upwardly-curving giant dick to a downwardly-sloping one. It began to pour with precum. “Wanna drink and get huge, my love?” Raj groaned in bed and shot a premature load, much to their mutual dismay. The tacky fluid landed across Raj’s toned, naturally tanned chest. With just a little patch of dark hair between his somewhat unflattering pecs, Brett leaned down to lick up every drop, not wishing to waste the protein. It was also an expression of his love. “Take me on a date… then you can make me huge, darling,” Raj said, almost imploringly. Suddenly there was a knock on the door. It could only be Declan, as Pete was an employee of Brett’s and would never disturb them after hours. “What do you want, Mouse?” Brett’s voice was guttural and pissed-off sounding. “I smell come. Not the usual smell in the penthouse. Fresh stuff. I want some… please!” On the other side of the door, Declan sounded desperate. Brett thought about it for a second. Then: “Well now, Raj has already shot his load, which I licked to the last drop. So, you’re smelling my fresh precum. That’s what brought you here. You really can’t help yourself, can you, my little 300-pounder?” “I need to gorge on your fluids, and to become a massive bodybuilder… I need to grow,” Declan pleaded. “But your growth won’t stick. It’ll melt away like snow on a wet pavement before long,” Raj reminded the muscled interloper, almost relishing the prospect. He didn’t dislike Declan by any stretch; he just didn’t like him interrupting them during their intimate ‘boyfriend’ time. “So, what if it does? I can go back to the gym with my exaggerated muscles and pump iron so much, I’ll be snorting so much iron and sweat, I’ll choke.” Brett thought about it. Then: “He has been growing like a weed this past week. Even though his growth from my spunk and tit-milk is temporary, it’s helping him to build his body in the conventional sense. Raj, you should jot that one down in your observational notes for Doctor Weiss.” “Yes, I guess I should. That’s why I’m here, isn’t it, Brett!” Raj got out of bed and angrily stomped off to get his notes. “I’m too lusted-up to care about your feelings right now, Raj. Sorry if I hurt them though.” He didn’t sound like he’d meant it. And that was that for the night. Raj would sleep in one of the guest bedrooms. But for now: “I’m ballooning in size, Mouse Boy. Making my fluids nice and potent for you, heh heh!” Declan now lay on the come-sodden bed, with the giant Muscle-God casting a dark shadow over him. Brett’s now downwardly-sloping mega-cock streamed precum. Declan drank from it as though it were a faucet, gulping down the fluid as readily as Brett’s body could produce it. Whilst this went on below, Brett blew up his pecs so monstrously, they pushed his chin and head back to take up more room. His grew his nipples to dick-size and caused a torrential shower of tit-milk to rain down on Declan. The ‘not-such-a-Mouse-Boy-anymore’ stroked his own dick furiously, which triggered his growth and he began to get huge. “Holy shit, I feel a huge growth spurt coming on. Bigger than back at the gym when we first met!” Declan’s speech was broken up between the gurgles he made while gorging on Brett’s fluids, as well as his gasps of sheer muscle-lust and absolute bliss. “Keep going, Mouse Boy… get huge for Br—” Before he could finish: “DON’T FUCKING CALL ME THAT. GRRRRRRRR!” Declan exploded with rage. Drenched with Brett’s fluids, his growth was immense, and instant. Many hundreds of pounds of masculine muscle blasted out of his frame; in places his skin stretched painfully, resulting in red stretch marks that just barely avoided tearing. The bed collapsed under the weight of a 1000+ lb. behemoth who was drunk with power and the will to grow even larger. Despite his size, he moved with lightning speed, connecting a solid fist to the middle of Brett’s mammoth chest. The rock-hard pecs took much of the force, but enough remained to send Brett careening across the bedroom. He crashed into the wall with enough force to bring masonry down from above. Declan loomed over him, heaving with rage. “Who’s the Mouse Boy now, Brett?” Declan formed a massive double biceps, flaring his lats and swelling his pec-meats. His upper body exploded with mass and definition. The cuts between his muscles were deep and dark, and his body glistened with a sweaty sheen caused by the exertion of his growth. Then he did a full lat spread so immense, the bottom half of his face was swallowed up by pecs way larger than any Brett had ever sported. From across the room, in an open doorway, Raj caught it all on his camera phone. He was excited and terrified all at once, but scientific curiosity became the dominant emotion here, although he held the camera in shaky hands. “I’m suh-sorry, Declan,” Brett panted, clearly taken aback by this unexpected turn of events. He’d never been in a situation like this, in which he felt somewhat helpless. He somehow had to turn this to his advantage. “Can’t you see that you’re not always in control of your fate, Brett?” Declan was continuing to swell with size. His muscularity was immense. He’d easily passed 1200 lbs. in less than a minute, with no sign of slowing down. The more he flexed, the more his muscles liked it, and responded by growing larger, thicker, and more cut. His head scraped the ceiling of the room, and so he had to stoop. His dick was almost the size of a whole man, and it slammed repeatedly against his gigantic pecs as it twitched and spurted further growth. Despite being genuinely scared, the concentration of muscle musk in the room was now so great, that both men were stimulated by it. Brett was growing, but at a slower rate to Declan, who outmuscled him by 500+ lbs. It was then that Brett’s advantage came: “Fuck me, Declan. I’ll be your Mouse Boy for a change. You need to channel that rage into something, before you lose complete control.” Brett slowly got to his feet and offered his hole to Declan. The huge muscle-beast, also overcome with lust, couldn’t ignore such a tasty offer, and so he took Brett there and then, screwing him with his inhumanly massive come-pole. Brett’s strength was barely enough to push back sufficiently, but he just about managed it. Declan, about to lose all control over this temporary burst of power, drilled into Brett repeatedly, his massive shaft pummeling Brett’s muscle-ass enough to almost cause it to prolapse. Simultaneously, bent forward, Brett clamped his dick in between his mighty pecs and began drinking his own precum. He knew that when he blew his load proper, he’d need the extra energy to get the jump on Declan and finally regain control. Declan, not too experienced in fucking, came massively and sooner than he’d have liked. He pumped liter upon liter of his thick crème into his ‘mentor’ whose body drank it up like a sponge. This excited Brett’s serum-infused blood, and so his altered testosterone began coursing through him like never before. He came in his own mouth, and gallons of super-charged come torrented into his system, half of which was his own recycled stuff. Declan started to weaken and lose mass, gradually at first, but then the process accelerated. Brett didn’t grow, but willed his incredible body to become denser, and stronger because of it. All that charged come was absorbed into every cell in his body, and in his mind, he knew that he’d just become way more powerful than Doctor Weiss could ever have imagined. After about a minute, Declan was back to his 300 lb. self. He was exhausted, and collapsed into Brett’s arms, who then took him to a guest bedroom to recover. Brett shrank down to 750 lbs., but when he tried to get back to 600, he found that he couldn’t. “Wow, this must be my new default weight,” he marveled, catching himself in his mirrored sliding wardrobes that spanned an entire wall of his bedroom. Raj, naked and horny, went to his huge boyfriend, and felt even less of a man, now that Brett was even bigger. He was 6’8”, now, and his muscles were heaving and huge. He playfully bounced his pecs and they felt weighty and laborious to move. It was an awesome feeling, as though his muscles demanded that he grow stronger in order to exploit them to their fullest. “I’m so sorry about earlier, Raj. I was a jerk not to consider your feelings. Will you accept my apology?” Brett picked up Raj and before he could kiss him Raj said softly and sincerely: “Yes, of course. I love you, and maybe we rushed into this. But I’m still on the clock with Doctor Weiss’s research, so it’s a crazy volatile situation in which we’re both embroiled. We should expect the unexpected. I got it all on cam for Weiss. I hope you don’t mind.” “Of course, I don’t. You can put in on YouTube for all I care, although I expect it’d be flagged in a heartbeat.” “But I don’t want to try growing, myself. Not yet. Not until we know more about it. You might be able to control your growth and the lust it invokes, but lesser men? Declan couldn’t control himself. Had you not retaken control he might have exploded.” Brett nodded in agreement, lost in thought for a moment. Then, in a complete change of subject: “I’m taking you to the fanciest, most expensive restaurant in town tomorrow. So, we’d best get our glad rags on.” “Hmm,” began Raj, looking more contemplative than usual. He went through Brett’s vast clothing collection in the sprawling wardrobe. “Most of your clothes are stretchy, but you’re now many sizes too big for even your most accommodating garment. Can’t you de-hulk back to 600? Try it again. Really concentrate this time.” Brett did just that. But it was no good. He couldn’t get smaller than 750. His dick was larger, too. Secretly both men relished the fact that Brett’s new default size was much greater than before. But what about clothing? They spent two hours alone seeing Brett try on shirt after shirt. Some of them buttoned from the chest down, but none of them could close across his mighty mega-pecs. Other shirts of slightly lesser quality would blow apart at the shoulder seam, or at the biceps, as soon as he moved or twitched a muscle. It was fun for a while, bursting out of shirt after shirt. Likewise, pants were no joy. He couldn't even get a pair to go past his calves, let alone go up his gargantuan thighs. Eventually: “I doubt they’ll let a naked massive bodybuilder into their restaurant, no matter how much I bribe them. I’d really like to get dressed up for you, though. Something about clothing these massive muscles and being seen in public wearing clothes that barely leave anything to the imagination is quite the turn-on. For us both, no?” Raj agreed. And so did his boner. “Time to let my money do the talking. He reached for a phone and dialed the number for his personal clothier, Fortunato of the House of Trione, an Italian designer who only made clothing for muscled men and serious bodybuilders. Brett Hillard was a client, but he was now his BIGGEST client. Fortunato would have his work cut out, that was for sure. Brett had wakened the designer in the middle of the night. He didn’t sound pleased to be awakened from sleep, but Brett was succinct about his needs. “I’ve grown huge. Make me a new ensemble, and I want it ready by late afternoon tomorrow. I’ll quadruple your fee if you and your minions work through the night, plus I’ll throw in a yacht.” “Buh-but, it is so late, Brett darling. And I’d need to take multiple measu—” “I’ll laser scan myself and email you the measurements. I’m fucking huge now, and you’d better do a good job, or no yacht,” Brett interjected sharply. Fortunato really wanted a yacht. And so, he agreed to snap right to it and get to work making new clothes for the world’s hugest bodybuilder. *** At 3:45 pm the next day, the concierge buzzed up to the penthouse to inform its resident that a rack of clothes had arrived and that he would send them up. Brett was excited. His old clothes lay in tatters in his bedroom, and as penance for his behavior of the night before, he made Declan clean them up. Anything intact he could keep, which delighted Declan no end, as plenty of clothes remained that were now his for the taking. He was growing like a weed, and Brett’s cast-offs still reeked of his musk. Not only would Declan look amazing wearing designer couture for huge bodybuilders, but the smell would also keep him fluffed and lusty near-constantly. Raj went through some of the outfits on the rack and looked uncertain about some of them. “I think he gave you some room to grow, darling,” he said after a short examination. But the clothing was of the finest quality, even at such short notice. There were shirts and pants made of sumptuous fabrics — the best money can buy — all varied lengths and cuts, most of which were constructed so that they would flatter every delicious curve and bulge on Brett’s magnificent body. “Don’t worry, I’m sure I’ll grow into them, heh heh!” Brett guzzled through a huge bowl of ice cream as he spoke. He didn’t have to worry about spoiling his appetite for dinner later. He rarely felt full, and he’d have to eat several more bowls before he came near to feeling that he’d ruined his appetite. The End
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  15. PART 4 Keith started on a second plate of omelette, finding the simple combination of eggs, butter, and parmesan to be surprisingly good. The eggs themselves were light and fluffy, despite some cockups Umberto made as he tried to heave his new heavier hulk of a body around his kitchen. Some spillages had occurred, and when he opened a cupboard to get out some plates, the door came clean off its hinges. Umberto found it amusing, but he had to be mindful of his new, extra strength. If he could stop a car dead going at 45 MPH earlier that day, imagine what he could do with another 100+ lbs of muscle on him. “Well this is the last of the eggs,” he said, sliding another omelette onto his plate. It was his fourth. His appetite was insatiable, but he was grateful for the protein to help him grow and get even stronger. “I’m feeling a little full, to be honest,” admitted Keith, and he let out an eggy burp which made Umberto laugh. His traps, delts, and pecs all danced magnificently to the momentum of his mirth. There was some omelette left on his plate, which he offered to Umberto. The enormous and very beautiful bodybuilder was only too pleased to accept it. Keith leaned back in his chair and patted his stomach to indicate satisfaction after a tasty meal. But something wasn’t right… well, different. His belly was no longer as flabby as before. He patted it again, this time with greater interest and analysis. “What the fuck?” “What is it?” Umberto paused, the last plate of omelette poised to be slid toward his luscious lips, an eyebrow peaking. Keith stood up and lifted up his side-cut tank top. He looked down, running his hands carefully up and down his now firmer abdomen. On either side of the central panel of his tank, the cutaway sides revealed firmer pecs and less man-boob. His nipples were firm and standing to attention. He made tight fists and flexed his arms. They felt less flabby, certainly tighter, and the biceps he once knew were less confined to their adipose prisons. “Look at me… I’m… I’m…” Umberto was now studying Keith, also noticing that he looked slightly different, certainly an improvement on before. “What was in the shake you gave me?” Keith wondered if his mind was playing tricks on him, that maybe he did indeed take one of the pills, but somehow forgot that he had. But that was absurd. He remembered everything that had transpired since regaining consciousness on the sofa in Umberto’s apartment. “Uhh… nothing. I mean, nothing more than the usual protein and vitamins you get in a bodybuilding supplement. Wow, you do look different. Take off your top so I can get a good look at you.” Keith was pleased to oblige. He felt a buzz of excitement wrestle with a swarm of butterflies in his stomach. The mixture came together like a twister sucking in debris from all directions. He felt like throwing up and shooting his load simultaneously. He just about managed to avoid puking up his food. With his shirt flung to the floor, Keith flared before Umberto, raising his arms on either side so as to bring out the lats he used to have, or rather… the lats that somehow had absorbed some subcutaneous fat and then converted it to fuel to feed their expansion. Likewise, he tensed his chest, causing his now more noticeable pecs to bob up and down. No striations yet, but it still felt amazing to him, like a window had been thrown open in his body through which some of his fat molecules sprouted wings and were gone. He looked down at the waistband of his denim shorts. At least an inch of space now existed between his lower abdomen and the waistband. He sucked in his gut and an evident vacuum presented itself. Umberto didn’t know what to think. He’d never witnessed this before, beyond what his own incredible physiology was capable of. The pills, which Redfern had named: Recium-412 could cause these changes in ordinary test subjects, but never as quickly as Keith Doppler’s apparent transformation. He thought about the other bag of pills he’d lost during the move. What if Keith had found them whilst rummaging through his stuff? “Be honest with me, Keith. Did you take one of my pills? It’s the only explanation for the change you’ve undergone.” The look on Umberto’s face changed from placcid to mild consternation. “Of course not,” said Keith, annoyed that Umberto would think such a thing. True, he’d swiped the baggy, but Umberto thought it to be lost, and Keith was now certain he hadn’t swallowed one. Something else had caused this change. Whatever it was, it excited Keith to think that four weeks of hard work in the gym had suddenly happened to him in the space of a couple of hours, maybe less. Hunger had intervened, and so he hadn’t been paying attention to his body until he felt satiated. He left the kitchen and went over to the big mirror in the gym area. His excitement meant he had to be careful not to knock over any packing crates in his way; there were quite a few of them still yet to be emptied of their contents. His gait felt different, more confident, and he felt more energized than he’d felt in years. Still in only his shorts, he gazed, stupefied, at his reflection. He was still a little flabby here and there, but so much more of his muscles were now plainly visible. He liked what the mirror revealed to him. He popped a double biceps and this time there was clear separation apparent beneath his firmer, tighter skin. He bounced his pecs over and over, noticing that they felt a little heavier than before. It was a delightful experience. His cock felt some delight of its own. Umberto joined him at the mirror, his now larger, thicker, and heavier phallus bobbing and twitching to the sight of his slightly-improved guest. He was still naked since his growth spurt, unwilling to ruin any of his clothes, in case none of them fit anymore. A shopping trip for new clothes was definitely on the cards. “I look… I look good,” Keith stammered, viewing himself from various angles. He stuck his thumbs into the belt loops at the front of his shorts and marvelled at how much space he was able to create between his abdomen and the denim. He could now easily get his fingers in between, and when he explored further downward, he felt a dick that no longer felt like the one he’d woken up with that morning. He had to see more. And so he unbuttoned his shorts and let them slip down. His dick had a beautiful upward curve to it, the shaft besieged by a creeping vine-like array of thick engorged veins, and a reddish purple mushroom head that just begged to be sucked. A cord of precum began to stretch downward from the slit, swaying from the momentum of a throbbing erection. Umberto said nothing, but just ogled the smaller man enjoying the improvements to his body, although a single thought attached itself to the part of his brain that governed feelings of guilt and irresponsibility: !!I’m Going To Get Into Trouble Over This!! Although it bothered him as to how Keith could have transformed in such a short space of time, displaying results equal to that of a test subject after several days of taking Recium-412, if this couldn’t be contained and nipped in the bud, the Redfern Institute might get wind of it. The drug had been created for Umberto, due to his muscle-growth affecting him differently to other metazenic bodybuilders whose growth spurts happened at a younger age. Sure, they tested it on the non-gifted as well. What if those pills he’d lost somehow got into the town water supply, something like that? He decided to shrug off such notions. Fuck it. He was a gigantic, ultra-powerful muscle-god. He didn’t have anything, or anyone, to fear. It was getting late. Umberto should have been logged on to the web and broadcasting by now. He was charging the members of his website a hefty sum for thirty minutes of flexing and showing off, finally ending with him blowing his load. Tonight, however, was going to be different. Keith would be involved. “You can wear a mask if you prefer not to have your face on the cam,” Umberto suggested, as he tried with a little difficulty to squeeze his bulk into a bright green wrestling singlet. He liked to do his cam sessions with skimpy clothing like singlets, thongs, and jockstraps. “It’s okay. I don’t care who sees me with you,” said Keith, as he fished through the same box of kinky stuff Umberto had gotten the singlet from. He found a backless little blue thong for himself and slipped it on. He was trying not to blow his load too soon, but all of this was so very exciting. Umberto checked that the cam on its tripod was recording, and then found a bottle of baby oil which he tossed to Keith as soon as he was finished putting on the thong. “Ever hear the expression ‘blue and green should never be seen. Except with muscles in between’?” Umberto flexed into a most muscular pose, stressing the shit out of the singlet, which had fitted him perfectly before, but now it was under a lot of pressure to contain so much muscle. The hit counter on his website began to spin upwards, the number rising as hundreds of his members logged on for the spectacle. “Hey everyone, I won’t be responding to questions tonight, or taking requests. Tonight is going to be different. I have a friend joining me this evening for a fun time. So as you can see, I’m bigger than last time. Been really hitting the weights hard lately, and I’ve also moved to a new apartment, with lots more space to grow.” He blasted out a double biceps, and obscene mounds of steel hard muscle erupted from his arms. “I think I can hear some threads snapping in my singlet. Hmm, maybe a full lat spread will cause a few tears here and there.” Umberto huffed and puffed and inflated his upper body to an insane size. His massive pecs stretched the straps of the singlet to a point where they couldn’t stretch any further. “Hnnnnnrrrghhhh!” Some more flexing and his upper body exploded free of the spandex. The hit counter on his website shot up higher and higher. “Time for some oiling up. Come over here Keith and get to work with the baby oil.” Umberto bounced his pectorals vigorously as an awestruck Keith poured a generous amount of baby oil into his palm. The bodybuilder then squeezed his pecs together which caused them to bulge hugely, and Keith uttered a small yelp of joy as his fingers began to work the oil into the muscles. “Try not to get your fingers trapped in my tits’ striations, my hot worshipper,” Umberto cautioned, knowing that the more he flexed and squeezed his pecs, the deeper the striations would become. Soon Keith had Umberto’s chest moist and glistening. The shiny oil refracted light in a way that made his bulging pectorals look bigger than before. “I’ll try nuh-not to… my muscle master,” Keith groaned. Both men now had rigidly hard cocks, and because there was only three inches between their heights, the head of Keith’s now larger cock easily rubbed against Umberto’s upward and aroused superior shaft as it stretched the lycra singlet towards critical levels. The Keith from before would have ejaculated by now, but curiously he felt better in control of his bodily functions. He could hold his orgasm at bay, if only for the sake of prolonging his experience with the manliest muscle-god in the universe. The hit counter on the website continued to hurtle upwards by hundreds of hits a second. It’d never been this active. He was going to make a year’s rent on the apartment in just half an hour. Umberto lifted up his arms so that Keith could oil up his super-wide lats. They were massive wedges of muscle, possibly containing more muscle fibres than in an average man’s entire body. “Umm… feels so good. It’s like you’ve been doing this as a professional,” Umberto commented. He really liked the way Keith so deftly, but also devotedly, caressed his muscle flesh as he worked more and more of the oil across such mammoth muscles. Umberto flexed upwards to a double biceps pose, showing bulbous, granite peaks of rockiness, the bicep bellies themselves now bigger than a human head. Keith tried to cup the biceps with his hands, but his fingers just weren’t long enough. Umberto bounced his pecs for the camera. He could already read from the screen that some of his site members were posting comments that they’d just come less than five minutes into the cam session. He imagined many a single gay dude – still living in his mother’s basement in his 30s – ruining yet another computer screen and keyboard by drenching it in sticky jizz. Everyone knew that you simply can’t get that stuff out from between the keyboard keys. He also knew that no gay man could ever resist getting off to his bodybuilt body. “What am I? Grrrr!” Umberto’s alpha cockiness had once again fired up, but it added to the fun and was in no way nefarious. He playfully/angrily gripped the eager Keith’s wrists, forcing his oily hands down to his abs so they could go to work glistening up an abdomen that made every other bodybuilder’s midsection look like they were nine months pregnant. “You are a bodybuilder, sir. The most bodybuilt bodybuilding bodybuilder in all of creation,” Keith chanted, his breathing now laboured as his heart rate shot up. “Do you want me to bodybuild more, little worshipper?” Umberto was careful not to mention Keith by name, even though Keith had declined the offer of wearing a mask. “Yuh-yes… please… grow bigger, god. Bigger and bigger. Bigger than you are now. I beg you. I need to see you grow… to get bigger beyond anything even you can imagine.” Keith’s senses had become a whirling maelstrom of chaos and bliss all rolled into one. Umberto flexed out of the rest of the singlet, amused that he’d worn it for less and six minutes or thereabouts. Once free of its lycra prison, his dick thickened and lengthened even further, dwarfing Keith’s by at least five or six times, maybe more. Umberto performed a massive full lat spread, pushing Keith gently but firmly to the side so that the camera would capture him in his entirety. He threw his head back to allow room for his pecs to expand and balloon. They shone like miniature suns as they reflected the light from the fluorescent tubes above. Then he mashed down into a most muscular pose, his traps and delts ballooning immeasurably, making his head look small. He kept crabbing, forcing more blood, testosterone and Recium-412 into his muscles. More veins broke out all over his body, laying down new pipelines through which to carry so much growth fuel to where it could be absorbed and used. His flexing was unprecedented. He wasn’t experiencing a growth spurt as such, but it was the excitement of the moment – of having a keen participant in his self-exploitation – that fueled a little more growth. He bulged and expanded, until his entire upper body filled the screen of his laptop, as well as the thousands of screens of his over-stimulated spectators. “GRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!” He screamed. Lonely muscle-hungry men the world over came simultaneously as their brains hit overload trying to process what they were seeing on their computer screens. Many of them had to log off, either due to sudden exhaustion, or else the need to wash clean their salty emissions. Umberto resolved to cut his cam sessions to fifteen minutes. His audience simply wouldn’t be able to last longer than that. He would still continue to charge the same price, however. Fuck it… he could charge whatever he liked and they’d still subscribe in their thousands. “I can see I’m proving too much for your stamina and libidos to maintain, my eager fans. But that is understandable. You weren’t expecting to see me with more size, more power… but here I am. But before we go, my little helper here is going to oil up my enormous muscle-cock and then wank me off till I explode with jizz. I was thinking of fucking him, but look at the size of this cock. It’s way too big for a mortal ass to fully take in.” Keith was actually relieved that Umberto’s penis wouldn’t be rearranging his internal organs. It was enormous. But he’d been invited to oil it up and wank it off for the thunderous piston it was. He poured more oil into his palm and knelt down to better position himself. He took hold of the mega-cock and soon had it glistening with oil. Precum oozed out of Umberto’s slit, further coating his member. Soon it became difficult to maintain a grip. This would not do. “Hmm, maybe I shouldn’t have asked you to oil up my schlong, sweetie. Now you can’t wank me off ‘cos it’s way too slippery. Tell you what, take off that thong of yours and use it to mop some of the oil off my mega-member,” Umberto instructed. Keith did as he was told and struggled to get the thong out of his arse crack. He had a more bubbled arse, now, and mass had definitely been added to it, only the muscular kind as opposed to flabby. Keith clumsily got out of the thong, trying not to skid around on any oil and precum that had reached the floor. But before he could start wiping oil off Umberto’s monolith, the giant bodybuilder whipped the thong out of his grasp and raised it up to nose level. He inhaled deeply. “Mmmmm, it’s got some of your arse sweat in the string. It’s soaked in it. And there’s more…” he took another sniff, “... the pouch is drenched in your precum. How come you haven’t come yet? Am I not big enough for you? Maybe I should try to get bigger for you so that you blow your load before your muscle master and make the rest of tonight’s audience drown in their own jizz.” Umberto tossed the thong back to Keith before lifting up a huge pair of dumbbells and used them to pump his arms up even further. “You like me pumping myself larger, using dumbbells even the current Mister Olympia would have trouble raising for more than a rep or two?” Then to his internet audience: “Keith’s gonna wipe off some of my dick’s oil while I lift my weights, the weights that help me to bodybuild into an even bigger bodybuilder, folks.” Fuck it, Umberto thought, I mentioned his name to the world. He bit his lip, but was thankful for Keith not picking up on the slip-up. Keith still couldn’t believe he’d yet to blow his load, but we wanted to get Umberto off so badly, that he determinedly focused on de-oiling the gigantic phallus. The now twenty inch penis oozed precum like a geyser unable to quit. The thong was quickly saturated by a mixture of both their fluids. A faint mist could be seen issuing from the cloth. Keith quickly reached for his shorts on the floor and stuffed the thong inside, making sure that Umberto’s massive size blocked him from view of the cam. He made sure that the thong went into a different pocket than the bag of pills, lest their moisture somehow get into the bag and make the pills soggy. He then picked up his side-cutaway stinger top and used it to mop Umberto’s dick even further. The extra material soon had the cock oil-free. Keith began to wank the bodybuilder off for the audience. He didn’t care if the entire world saw him doing it. He tried doing it with one hand, but it was difficult getting his fingers around the girth of the shaft. He wanted to use one hand so that he had the other hand free to wank his own dick. He’d maintained his arousal for long enough. He needed to release at any second. Alas, he had to settle for alternating his left hand between his own cock and Umberto’s. The monster bodybuilder had a dick that only two hands could ultimately manipulate. It was quite the effort getting off the muscle giant. Every time he thought he was causing Umberto’s gonads to shoot, Umberto would demand he stroke faster, and harder. Keith’s heart was racing like he was running a marathon without stopping. His breath was fast and erratic. “Not enough, Keith!!!!” Oops, there I go again, outing him to the world. “I’m trying… (gasp)... you’re so strong… so powerful…I’m nothing compared to you,” Keith cried, almost pleading with the muscle-god to grant him respite from such intense worshipping. Keith was drenched in Umberto’s fluids, now. His precum and sweat was all over Keith’s face, neck and chest. The smell of Umberto’s musk shot up to intoxicating levels. Keith felt strange sensations in his body, which kept intensifying. Without thinking Keith began to rub the muscle muscle-stink into his upper body, shoulders and arms. He felt his body flush with prickly heat. He was growing more muscle. “What th—?” Caught up in his own reverie, Umberto – who couldn’t see past his pecs in order to catch what was happening below them – was oblivious to Keith’s second growth spurt. But it wasn’t long before he felt the effects of those changes. The growth of more muscle bolstered Keith and energised him, giving him the strength to return to the task he was set. He could now comfortably get one hand around Umberto’s dick, and his newfound strength allowed him to work the shaft even harder than before. He jerked off Umberto, putting more and more effort into the task. The bodybuilder’s reverie reached fever pitch. He screamed like a thing demented, roaring out a massive double biceps pose, still with the dumbells firmly gripped. He began pumping them upwards, working his shoulders and delts, growling and grunting which further fueled his body’s production of testosterone. He could feel his fingers beginning to dent the iron weights. His strength had become surreal. Keith’s strength had also increased, enough to drive him to complete his task. Now that he could wank off Umberto with one hand, his other hand could work on his own dick. It was a dick that felt even bigger to him, as it had grown again, along with his muscles. The muscle-musk smell hovering in the sweat-imbued air around them both began to thin, a signal that the amazing properties born from the muscle worship session was subsiding. But Keith was now the one to growl and grunt and exploit his manliness greater than he ever had, and with a few more tugs, caused a massive gush of spunk to shoot out of Umberto’s dick. “UNNNNNNNGGGGHHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRRAWWWWWR!” It was the most powerful orgasm Umberto had experienced so far. He completely lost control and belted out gushers of come into the air. It splashed everywhere as he spasmed, hitting the underside of his pecs and then travelling along their contours, only to spurt back out onto Keith, who was so taken by his own masturbation, that he fell backwards, but continued to wank his own dick so that seconds after a litre and a half of jizz was still shooting from Umberto’s cock, so, too did Keith shoot his load, drenching his own torso. He moaned and wailed in ecstasy for the moment, one he wished would never end. Umberto collapsed onto the floor next to Keith, both of them spent. Their chests heaved from exertion as they struggled to get their breaths back. Gradually they began to relax and calmness changed places with near-chaotic lust. They were out of shot of the camera, now. They didn’t speak for an entire minute. But just as Keith was about to say something: A door chime pervaded the apartment, followed by frantic knuckles hammering the front door. “What?” Umberto wasn’t expecting visitors at this time of night. What time was it anyway? Did it matter? “Fuck off! If you’re selling anything, I’m not interested!” He hollered. He was hardly in any state for more visitors. Then: “Umberto, it’s me, Lee. And Sam from work. Please let us in. Something… something has happened.” Lee’s tone sounded like he was worried to the point of near-panic. What had happened to his sweet little Lee? Umberto glanced toward the door, and then back towards Keith. He then looked back at the door again. Then back at Keith. “I don’t know what this is about, but maybe it’s a good time for you to take a shower, eh?” Umberto looked over at the laptop, thankful that the session had timed out and there was nothing else being broadcast to the web. “Ugh, yeah… maybe I should,” Keith replied, picking himself and his soiled clothes up off the floor. Once he was in the bathroom, Umberto also got up from the floor (finding it somewhat tricky because he had a lot more muscle mass to deal with). He muscle-waddled to the front door, still covered in come, but not really caring if Lee and his friend saw him like this. He slid back the vast, metal warehouse door effortlessly and stood before the two visitors. He was bigger than before, and so both Lee and Sam nearly fainted when they saw him. The smell of his jizz wafted out into the warm summer night. His dick hadn’t fully become flaccid. In this state it was thicker and longer than Lee’s forearm. They were stuck for words. “What’s happened, Lee?” Umberto wasn’t entirely unhappy to see him. He was really into him, after all. Sam was good looking as well. He looked hot in his crop-top tee and black denim EBF cut-offs. A nice six-pack was clearly on show from the electric light over the door. The incident with John the bodybuilder was temporarily forgotten when Lee saw the size of Umberto. How was it possible that he was even bigger – a LOT bigger – than earlier that day when he visited Aldersons? Down in his pants Lee’s now larger dick began to twitch its way to foot-long prominence. Sam was likewise shocked by the size and beauty of the bodybuilding behemoth. They both spoke at the same time: “John attacked us — got the shirt – we escaped – he grew – pizza delivery guy — thinks we’re on growth shit or something – smashed chair – fire escape – shirt gone – he was looking for it – made us grow — dunno what to do –” Umberto raised his hands to mediate the moment. This caused massive peaks to almost burst out of the skin of his upper arms. “One at a time. Lee, you speak on your own. Who’s John? What shirt?” Lee swallowed nervously and lubricated his mouth with spit before continuing. “John. A bodybuilder. Works for his brother delivering pizza. We didn’t think he was doing any harm. At first. Then when we noticed changes to our bodies, he linked it to your shirt you let me keep from earlier… or at first, the muscle-stink in my flat. It smelt just like you do. It was coming from your shirt.” “Changes? You don’t look any different to me,” Umberto contested. “You’d better show him,” Sam said quietly, nudging the skinny twink with his elbow. With no fat to cushion the force from a stronger Sam yet to grow accustomed to his increased strength, Lee winced when the elbow collided with his arm. Lee pulled down the front of his shorts and out sprang his even larger dick, one that was almost three inches longer – and certainly thicker – than the one through which Umberto had swallowed Lee’s load earlier that day. Emboldened by this, Sam raised up his arms in a double biceps pose. His biceps peaked cutely, but they were biceps nonetheless. “Shit… you two had better come in,” Umberto said, sidestepping to allow them to enter. Wide though the apartment doorway was, Umberto now took up a vast amount of it. Before closing it, he stood there, sombre and naked, his muscles bulging in all directions. His gaze settled on a sweeping tumult of dust and debris as it was carried along the street from a breeze that suddenly made itself known. Even though it was still warm, something inside Umberto made him shiver, albeit fleetingly. “Something is happening,” he concernedly muttered to himself.
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  16. A Super Boyfriend Part 3 By Alexdog I knew Andy was absolutely loving my new powers as much as I did. After this whole day of displaying my abilities, he could not keep his hands off of me when we went up to the bedroom. He explored my body slowly with his fingers, going over every separation, over every ripped inch. I leaned forward so that my face was near his ear as I sucked on the bottom part of his ear lobe sending a chill to course over his body. I placed my hand on top of his hand that was greedily worshipping me. My voice became a whisper as I spoke, “I dare you to find a flaw baby.” His breathing intensified as his cock started to leak puddles onto the floor. I was living for it. My body and my powers turned me on just as much as him, and I love that I have a partner to share this with. His legs went weak when I spoke, and I grabbed him before he fell. “I got you baby” as I lifted him up high off the ground. “Wrap your legs around my chest baby.” He did so, and then I wedged his cock deep in the muscular cleavage of my pecs while continuing to hold him up. “Oh get ready hon. If your legs were weak before…” but I trailed off. I methodically massaged his throbbing rod with unreal control of my chest. I would roll my left pec up while rolling my right pec down, squeezing with just enough firmness to throw his cock into overdrive. I’d change speeds, going from slow to fast from the base all the way to the fucking tip. It was better than any hand job he ever gave himself. I knew that his nipples were hotwired to his cock, so as I continued my torture of his dick with my pecs, I leaned forward and put his left nipple in my mouth. I began furiously massaging that nipple with my warm, wet tongue. I concentrated and vibrated my tongue like a back massager while all the while sucking so hard I could feel his balls lifting in the scrotum from the pleasure. His muscles started to clench tight as I knew that he could no longer take the power of my mouth and chest. My mouth felt like a warm vacuum around his nipple as I flicked it 100 times a minute with my tongue. When I could tell he was close, I went faster than 1000 times a minute. His voice heightened and became shrill until he couldn’t take it anymore. I started to bounce my chest around his cock like pistons. It was slow at first, but I built up so much speed that my chest became a blur. He grabbed the back of my neck and threw his head back. His voice became high pitched as he yelled, unleashing a massive load that splattered up against my chin before ricocheting onto the ground. Andy orgasmed for a full 20 seconds, breathing heavily. When he was done, I squeezed my pecs hard rolling it from the bottom to the top, milking that cock for every drop of his seed. He started panting as I lowered him to the bed. He looked at my face and giggled. “My cum is on your chin” he said. I smiled back as I took my hand up to my chin to scoop it off before bringing it to my mouth to eat it all while he watched. I spooned up behind him, cradling him in my arms waiting for him to fall asleep against my iron body in absolute comfort. ————————————- The next morning started off like any other day. We were woken up by our mom calling us to breakfast. “Boys! Pancakes are almost ready!” She yelled up the stairs. Mom made us breakfast, and we ate together with mom and dad across from each other and Andy and I the same. Pancakes were always our favorite. “So how was last night, mom?” Andy asked. “Oh it was fabulous! Your father took me out dancing. Can you believe that? I haven’t danced in a decade, but maybe it’s for the best. There is a certain someone that may have two left feet,” she said as she pretended to clear her throat with an obvious “ahem!” “Hey now!” Dad said jovially. We all laughed. “And what did you boys do when we were gone?” “Oh nothing much,” I answered. “Just talking mostly. I was telling Andy what I learned since he’s been away…you know with all that reading I’ve been doing.” Andy’s eyes widened as he could feel the elastic of his shorts and underwear pull forward without anyone touching his clothes. I slowly lifted my leg and gingerly fondled Andy’s exposed cock with my foot. He jumped a second, not expecting it, pushing his seat back in a sudden jerk. I let his waistband snap back against his body. “Are you ok? What happened?” Mom asked. “Oh nothing. I thought I saw a fly in front of me. Yeah a fly…it startled me that’s all” I laughed under my breath. “Oh really? A fly?” Speaking as if to say “Is that the best you can come up with?” He widened his eyes looking at me basically telling me to stop. It was so cute. As the day went by, Andy was acting differently. I knew why, though. Tonight we were going out to dinner with Nicholas and his boyfriend. Apparently his boyfriend’s name is Jamie, and he’s some trust fund baby or something. Andy said he wasn’t much to look at, but Nicholas was a very self-centered person. He’s a decent looking guy, I can’t lie, so he probably was in it for the money. “I don’t know, Jax. He seems to be kind of in love the way he talks about him.“ “Well we’ll see.” Andy didn’t have anything really to wear. He left all his nice clothes at school. “I’m just going to run to the mall. All I have home are shorts and T-shirts.” “No problem hon,” I said. I’d go with him, but I sensed how nervous he was. He needed a little space, so he left alone. “Hmm…what to wear?” I thought to myself. I undressed in front of the mirror standing completely naked. Fuck! An artist could not even draw better than this. I’m fucking perfect looking. “Hell I should go to the restaurant just like this!” I mused out loud. From across the room the closet door opened, and an array of shirts and pants hovered towards me on their hangers like some Bewitched type shit. Damn I’m getting good at this. I maneuvered outfits in front of me deciding what looked best. Any combination on my frame would make heads turn, but I wanted to make pussies drip and dicks leak at the mere sight of me. I decided to go with a snug button down shirt imagining how the peaks of my biceps would look threatening to tear the short sleeves. Pants were always tough to buy given the size of my quads compared to my nonexistent waist, but I chose a pair that hugged these tree trunks. They were my favorites. My glutes looked perfect in them - perked so hard you could rest a tray on them. One simple flex of my legs or ass would shred them right the fuck off. Oh yeah! This was it! This was what I would wear. Like a ghost carrying them, the clothes moved towards a clothing hook on the back of the bedroom door but my eyes never left the mirror. Fuck, look at me! I look like anyone’s wet dream, and I know Andy loves how confident I’m getting. I might be a little cocky, but fuck! Looking at the mirror, I know I can back that shit up! I started to get a little aroused. I moved my head closer to the mirror grabbing my chin with my thumb and index finger and turned my head from side to side. Chiseled jawline, defined cheek bones and dimpled smile complimented my ice blue eyes and dark hair. I gave myself a wink and kissed my own reflection. I then took in the rest of me…flawless. Not an ounce of fucking fat blemished my body. Each muscle popped out in disgusting definition, I was so sexy. I guided my hands all over every inch, acknowledging what a god should look like. I lifted my arm, placing my hand behind my head so the peak of my split bicep pushed up against the side of my head. I bent my head forward bringing my nose to my pits. I closed my eyes, inhaled slowly and deep. Fuck! I smelled good! I turned my head to admire my arm. It looked like a weapon as I seductively started to caress the split heads with my tongue. My eyes still closed as I sucked on that mound while guiding my other hand from the top of my chest down my carved torso. I made sure my thumb audibly strummed over each row of my ab wall to remind me how fucking sliced I was. My hand reached my cock squeezing it hard, moaning as saliva continued to coat my cannon of a bicep, making out with it like a porno. I broke my gaze so I could see my legs in the mirror. Cords of muscle danced with every movement as I shift my weight around. There were muscles there that rivaled anatomy charts. I pivoted my leg to the side, going up on my toes so the football shaped calf could balloon out as if it were being inflated. My definition was nuts, and my rod told me I liked what I saw. I glanced at the wall clock. “Fuck! It’s almost 5!” I hopped in the shower, and although I can circle the earth in minutes, a shower was something I’ve always liked to prolong. I cleaned myself thoroughly scrubbing in every groove, every curve of my body, detailing it as if I were a Bugatti. It had been a long time since we had a date night, and I wanted to make this one special, burning the memory in his psyche. I let the water run down me as my mind role-played hundreds of thousands of scenarios on how tonight will go. I wanted to make it perfect. Andy loves my power, my strength, my body. He loves the way I’ve made straight men think of worshipping me as I walk by them. He loves the attitude I portray, and the confidence I exude, but I wanted to know more of what he loved. As I continued to stand in the shower, I recalled last night while in bed. Andy slept like a log, and I took it upon myself to delve deep into his subconscious. I was shocked at some of what I interpretted, because I’m sure even Andy doesn’t know what really turns him on. That’s going to change tonight. After reading him last night, he’s going to be so into what I do, it’ll drive our relationship into unreal heights. My thoughts were quickly interrupted by the slight sound of footsteps coming up the carpeted stairs. I could tell that stride from a mile away, literally. It was Andy coming home from shopping. Faster than an eye can blink, I shut off the water and flew out of the bathroom and into my robe. I mean, Andy has seen me naked many times before, but I didn’t want him to gaze upon his god too soon. He has been known to blow his load just by looking at me lol. I have to save that sexual energy for tonight. “I’m back” he says quietly as he opens the door. I could sense his nerves more than before. I could find out what’s really triggering him, but I want this to be a real relationship with open conversation. “Andy, I know tonight is worrying you, and I can sense your nerves are on fire right now. Are you OK?” “I’m fine. Of course I’m nervous, baby. I have no idea what you are planning tonight, so I guess I’m a little scared. Plus, Jamie is the guy Nicholas cheated on me with. I know I’m over him, but it’s just weird, y’know?” I smiled and nodded. “I get it hon. But Andy, you know what’s under this robe. I think you’ve traded up, no? I’ve known Nick since you guys started dating. Wait until he’s sees that I’m your new boyfriend. You literally dumped an average Joe to be with an 18 year old muscle god…a god that lives for you.” He smiled back. “I know baby, please don’t take it that way. I wouldn’t change anything for the world. It’s just strange. What are you planning to do tonight?” I cocked a half smile. “About that…I’ve given it a lot of thought. You’ll just have to wait and see, but I should tell you something first.” “What is it?” His face changed to one of perplexity. I grabbed him by the shoulders and looked deep into his eyes. “Andy, no matter what I do tonight, just know that I’m doing it for us. I’m getting exceptional at reading you, and I’m going to bring that dick of yours to insane pleasure. You just have to trust me…that’s all I ask.” He sighed, “Ok Jax…I trust you.” “Now let’s go. You’re driving…we’re going to be late.” “Can’t you just fly us down there? It’ll save us minutes.” “Its a restaurant on a Friday night. I can’t risk being seen for what I am. We’ll go the…um…human way.” We both laughed as we grabbed our coats and headed downstairs to the car. ——————————————— We pull to the restaurant actually about 20 minutes early, but it’s jammed. We have to park towards the rear of the lot. “Damn Andy, are we even going to have a table?” “Yeah. Apparently Jamie’s father knows the owner of the restaurant. They reserved us our own private room,” Andy said. “Oh I guess they’re already here. That’s Nick’s car right over there,” he pointed. “Oh really? He drives a Lexus?” “Yeah. It was his parents’ graduation gift for him. They wanted him to drive something reliable.” “Hmm,” I say. Well, we had a couple minutes to spare, so I took Andy’s hand and slowly walked over to his car. I surveyed the area keenly, and when I didn’t see anyone in the vicinity, I dug my hand into the metal on the front of the hood, ripping it up exposing the engine. “Jax! What are you doing?! Someone will see us!” “Baby, I can hear someone coming from blocks away. Nobody’s coming. Yeah, it does look like a pretty reliable car. Can you feel that?” “What? The heat? It’s probably still warm from the drive over,” he said. I laughed out loud. “Baby, its going to get a fuck of a lot warmer.” I looked intently on the engine, focusing my gaze. My eyes started to glow red as waves of heat emanated towards his car looking much like how the air bends from the heat of an open grill. Andy’s mouth dropped as he heard the loud hiss of the motor as it started to glow red hot. I concentrated harder. The metal started to contort and cave in on itself with molten steel dripping onto the pavement. You couldn’t even make out the shape of it anymore. My eyes quickly returned to their bright blue hue, but then I pursed my lips blowing out a quick stream of below zero air from my lungs. The globular mass cooled quickly into a hunk of solid useless metal. I closed the hood, crushing the front down, making it look like its never been tampered with. “I don’t think its going to be too reliable tonight,” I laughed leaving Andy in absolutely amazement. Fuck, his reactions turn me on! We continued our way to the restaurant, and the hostess guided us to our table in a private room in the back. Nick and Jamie were perusing the menu as we walked in. I loved it. Nick’s eyes widened in surprise when he saw me, now knowing the god standing before him was now his ex’s new man. “Jax?! YOU’RE Andy’s boyfriend?” He asked already knowing me from the several times he came over when they dated. “In the flesh,” I retorted nonchalantly. “Good to see you again, Nick.” I held up my hand to shake his when my eyes shifted to his boyfriend eye fucking me without trying to be obvious. “And this is….?” “Oh shit…sorry…yeah this is my boyfriend, Jamie. Jamie, this is Jax, and you’ve already met Andy.” I shook Jamie’s hand slowly with a firm grip, probably shaking a couple seconds more than was necessary but never letting my eyes leave his. “Nice to meet you,” I said before casually making my way to my seat. It was a round table, and I was sitting across from Nick with Jamie to my right and Andy to my left. I must admit, dinner was a little tense at first, but as the drinks came and went, things opened up and became more relaxed. I don’t know who started it, but eventually we started some relationship talk. Andy would brag about what we had going, and I lived for it. “Yeah, it’s tough when I have school but when we are together, it’s just incredible,” he said. He could feel how happy I was with his words. “You got that right baby!” I said as I kissed his cheek. So as not to be outdone, Nick chimed in, “We are strong as hell, aren’t we hon?” And without waiting for a reply, he continued, “We can’t get enough of each other. Oh and the sex! Fuuuck!” He bragged. “Baby!!” Jamie blushed with a giggle. Clearly the alcohol was hitting Nick, but reading them, they truly were in love. My eyes were focused on Jamie as Nick continued talking. Jamie caught me looking from time to time, but I didn’t waver. He even caught me slowly moving my eyes up and down his twink body with a slight smile on my face. I could hear his heart beating faster. Perfect. He thought I was interested. Nick didn’t notice. “Oh c’mon hon! No need to hide it! It’s fucking epic. If only you can suck a little dick here and there,” he said completely embarrassing him. “Nick!! Stop! That’s private!” He said annoyed. I laughed in my head, but it was a little TMI. However, it’ll work out even better for me. “Oh relax hon, I’m just playing. It’s probably a little too big, y’know what I’m saying?” he boasted while elbowing Andy on the side. Fuck, he made me sick. Our conversation was interrupted by our servers bringing us our food. My fish was perfectly cooked and seasoned. I turned to Andy. “How do you like your steak baby?” “It’s a little underdone, but I can manage.”My eyes darted to the steak and glowed a light pink as the steak sizzled ever so subtly that nobody noticed. “Oh really hon? Looks pretty medium-well to me!” Andy looked back down to see his steak just how he wanted it. He put his hand on my quad and squeezed it smiling. I put my hand on top of his…better than Gordon Ramsey could have prepared. I had to say I was looking pretty fucking amazing in my button down hugging my torso. I caught Jamie looking every so often, and I responded with a smile back letting him know that I saw, all the while pretending I was into it. I slipped into his head and could clearly hear his inner monologue. ‘Oh my God! Look at his chest! It’s unreal! I’d feel that all day long!’ This was going to be easy. He likes a chest? He’s never seen a fucking chest like mine even in his fantasies. I got him. “Would you guys excuse me? I just wanna go outside and have a cigarette,” Nick said. “You still smoke?” Andy asked “Yeah I know. Jamie wants me to quit too.” Here was my opportunity. “Maybe you should go outside with him and keep him company. I’ll be here with Jamie waiting for our dessert.” He gave me a questioning look as I mouthed the words “trust me.” After they left, I sat there with Jamie, and I could sense his nerves skyrocketing. “What’s wrong, Jamie? You look a little uptight. Do I make you nervous or something?” “I’m sorry, Jax. It’s just that I’ve just never been next to someone that looked like you before. You’re pretty built. It’s kind of intimidating.” His voice shaking. I seized my opportunity. I turned my chair to face him directly. “Thanks Jamie, but you’re kind of selling me a little short.” He stopped fidgeting his hands and looked up at me after I said that. My voice got real low. “I am the most ripped, most muscular, strongest man you’ll ever fucking lay eyes on. I know I’ve been making that dick of yours squirm ever since I entered this room, and I have to say, you’re kind of cute.” I lied He swallowed hard, “Um…me?” I didn’t answer him. “Give me your hand.” Without question he held his hand out for me, and I took it placing it on my left pec, rolling it into unreal hardness under his palm. “Tell me, Jamie, does Nick have fucking pecs like these? Does Nick have a chest that could fill out a shirt like this? Check this shit out!” I let go of his hand and slowly flexed my pecs until they inflated like two iron zeppelins in front of him. The top buttons of my shirt were being pulled apart slowly, as I continued flexing looking at the left one, then the right in self adoration. Suddenly we both heard a loud pop as the button snapped and flew across room exposing the top half of my chest. The muscles shredded meeting in the center cleavage like some grotesque anime with striations fanning out like cobwebs across the muscle. I pointed at it. “Now that’s a fucking chest, Jamie. Touch it! It’s all yours!” I said taunting him. “Oh my god…I can’t. I’m with Nick,” he said all hot and bothered. My voice became dominating. “Do you think I fucking care? Maybe I need to get your attention some more.” I reached into my pocket to pull out a quarter, and I wedged it in such a way that it was held in place by the weight of my own pecs. President Washington was staring directly at him! “Look,” I said, pointing to my chest with my eyes staring him down. I started to flex slowly around the quarter. i tensed with such calculated precision so he could witness every fiber flex individually completely under my control. His mouth slowly opened when the center of the quarter began to buckle inwards. The fucking thing caved in and bent right in half as my muscles enveloped the entire damn thing. I winked at him, but I didn’t let up. I continued to crush my pecs together until my cleavage narrowed together like a slice of paper. I started to grunt just for show as thousands or defined striations popped out in unreal fashion. I placed my open palm under my chest, then relaxed my flex bouncing my pecs a little. The quarter fell onto my hand folded flat straight down the center. I held it up right to him so he could see how perfect it folded. “My chest did that, Jamie.” I grabbed his hand again and made his finger go over every corded ridge of my pec shelf. “This fucking chest. Like a hydraulic press.” His breathing became short and shallow with a small amount of drool starting to form on the side. I continued my verbal onslaught. “Nick is fucking nothing compared to me, Jamie. I am making you wet with my chest. Can you even fathom what I look like with my clothes off? Picture it, Jamie. Flawless perfection. Chiseled muscle, golden skin, and look at this face. I’ll have your cock leaking like a faucet constantly. And that baby carrot dick he brags about? Mine is just as muscular as the rest of me. You’ll be begging me to worship it. Have you ever seen a ripped cock before? Veins snaked over a titanium pole? Strong enough to fuck concrete but tender enough to make you cum buckets every night? Look at me, Jamie. Take it all in. I’m perfect. I’m a fucking god” My ears could hear his heart racing a mile a minute with all that adrenaline. His breathing hastened like a panting dog, and I could faintly hear the sound of his cock hardening, brushing up against his briefs as blood engorged his member. He was transfixed. “Oh my god…I want you so bad!” Was all he could say. From a distance I heard Andy and Nick approaching. I immediately turned back to the table, but Jamie still had his eyes locked on me, breathing heavily gripping the tablecloth. Nick saw me sitting there with a shit eating grin on my face, shirt half open still exposing my magazine cover torso. Andy just looked confused. Nick broke the silence. “What the hell is going on here?” “Oh nothing much, Nick. I was just getting to know my boy Jamie here a little.” My voice became a little patronizing. “You see here, Nick, I don’t think your relationship is what you think it is. I think he wants something better. I know he’s already seen something better…much better,” emphasizing the word ‘much.’ I looked at Andy not knowing what I did during their smoke break, so I concentrated hard. I went into his mind and he could hear me within, “trust me baby, and enjoy the show.” He looked startled at first, but then realizing I just spoke to him internally, a look of astonishment spread across his face. He began to relax. “That’s bullshit! Enough! Jamie, grab your shit and let’s go…now!” He yelled “Oh, Nick, he’s not going anywhere,” I said. I looked him dead in the eye. “So you can’t get your boy to blow that big massive dick of yours? Well that’s a shame.” Still staring at Nick, I brought my finger over to Jamie’s face, and with an obscene turn of my wrist I pointed down towards the ground. Without missing a beat, Jamie dropped to his knees under the table. “Jamie, what the fuck?!” Nick yelled in disbelief. Nick started to go on, but with my other hand, I brought my finger up to my lips and let out a low condescending “Shh! Listen.” The room got deathly quiet, but then we all heard it. The loud sound of my zipper being pulled down filled the room. My cock flopped out, and we had a whispered “holy shit!” come from under the table followed by slurping sounds as he worked my knob. I made a show of it, closing my eyes and biting my lower lip. A low guttural “mmmm” came from my mouth as I pretended to enjoy it. Andy stood wide eyed and speechless. I looked deep and saw he understood. Nick, clearly angered, grabbed the table and pushed it to the side, witnessing what he already knew was happening…Jamie balls deep on my cock. Jamie grabbed my hips, pulling himself deeper, gagging. I placed both my hands behind my head to show Nick that this was all Jamie. “I don’t know Nick, he seems like a pretty good cocksucker to me,” I said. “Oh wait, I forgot. You’re just so massive. Baby?” I turned to Andy. “Just how big is Nick?” Still in awe of what I was going, he stuttered “I I I don’t know, mmmmmaybe like 7 inches?” I chuckled with my mouth closed so you could hear the air going through my nose. I then bent my head down. My eyes never breaking gaze with Nick, I put my mouth right next to Jamie’s ear as he continued to furiously suck on my dick. I commanded Jamie, “Out…sloooooowly!” I could tell he was slightly disappointed, but he didn’t want to disobey me. Jamie started to pull back slowly inch after inch until I said, “Stop! That’s about 7 inches out right there. Now keep going.” He continued to pull his head back as more inches impossibly came out of his mouth. His expanded neck slowly collapsing back to its original size. I held the base of my shaft with my hand until the whole thing came out of his mouth with a loud pop exposing my full, massive 10 inch monster right at the table. “I don’t think your twig of a dick can compare to this beast, buddy,” I said condescending. Nick’s tears welled up in his eyes. “Baby! No please! You’re my everything!” Jamie put his head down not responding, so I took the lead. “I’ll tell you what, Nick. I’m not all bad. He can go back to you if he wants.” I look at Jamie. “Your choice, Jamie. You can back to Nick right now, or…” I brought my hands up to my button-down shirt and ripped it open so my carved front torso was exposed. Sculpted pecs jutted out extending over my washboard eight pack in full view. I brought my arms up extended 180 degrees from my body and slowly curled then in to an unreal double bicep pose. The fabric of my shirt audibly tore away from the expanding mountains. “…or you can keep sucking.” He didn’t even hesitate, as he dove back down like a vacuum on my rod. I looked at Nick and smiled. “Oh that’s a pity. Now get the fuck out of here, you piece of shit!” Nick was bawling as he grabbed his jacket and ran out of the restaurant. Remembering what I did to his car, I yelled out, “Oh you might want to call an Uber!!” I grabbed Jamie by the hair and pulled him off my dick. Without saying a word, I pulled up my underwear and pants, closing the zipper and button. “So what now?” He asked. “Are we going to your place?” I guffawed. “Are you fucking kidding me? There’s only one man for me, and that’s this stud right here,” I said as I turned to Andy, plunging my tongue deep into his mouth. “But hey, be a doll and cover dinner, yeah? I mean you were allowed to blow me. It’s the least you can do, no?” He looked so dejected. “Yes sir. It’s on me…anything. Will I see you again?” I answered curtly, “No.” I grabbed Andy’s hand. “Let’s go baby.” I started to walk but as I started to pull Andy, his feet were planted on the ground, and he didn’t move. “Andy?” I asked a little nervous that I chose the wrong path, but he looked at me with the most hungry eyes. He was shaking and said, “Baby, let’s go home right now. I want you so badly. I’ve never wanted you more than this very moment. And oh fuck I want that dick.” I smiled from ear to ear, hugged him close and kissed him right there at the table. “I love you so much,” I said. We grabbed our coats and left Jamie alone, empty, and ruined just like Nick.
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  17. I completely forgot to re-post this after the forum got updated so for anyone who wants to read it again (or for the first time) here's The Suit Life. College life is all about the being away from home, living in dorms or frats with loads of other students, partying ‘til the sun comes up and hoping to get some qualifications at the end of it all. At least that’s what Max had been told and that was what had nearly put him off going. He was quite introverted and the thought of being around hundreds of other people had freaked him out. Thankfully one of his dad’s friends had a son going to the same college and had bought a house off campus for his son to use on the proviso that he have at least one roommate. When Max first met Jake he could understand why. Jake was, for lack of a better phrase, scatter-brained. He had a genius level IQ but very few practical skills, and as his brain was figuring out multiple quandaries at a time he often forgot to do routine things to keep himself alive. Max would inevitably have to remind Jake to eat or make sure he wore a coat if it was cold outside, so much so that it had become a running joke between them. He didn’t mind running the house though as he liked being busy and wasn’t too worried about essentially looking after Jake. Most of the time Jake would be either in one of the campus labs or in his room figuring out the secrets to the universe or whatever it was he was working on. Max, on the other hand, wasn’t too sure what he wanted to do with his life. He was studying art and creative writing as he was an avid comic reader and thought maybe that was something he could get into. Max had also taken to the gym since moving away from home. With Jake out of the way most of the time he found himself needing some physical stimulation rather than just staying in the house on his own. He still worked out alone but he found it gave him a way to clear his head. He would often make up personalities or stories in his head about the other guys in the gym. Any time he was doing cardio or resting between sets he would look around to see who could become a character in one of his stories but he never got up the courage to actually find out what they were really like. With Jake though it was different. They were both into comics and everything that went with them so when Max thought Jake needed to take some time off he would often put a superhero movie on, or they would binge watch one of the cartoon series. Jake was also somewhat introverted, although that was more down to him not being sociable because of everything going on in his head. Being around Max all the time at home gave him the chance to relax and build up an actual friendship. He was given a sizeable fund to draw on from his father, so he would often treat Max to some graphic novels or take him to a comic convention where they would inevitably come back with prop replicas, action figures and posters to decorate the house. With the place being pretty spacious there was plenty of room for whatever they bought. They had a pretty big living room to share that was overlooked by the landing above. Both had their own bedrooms off the landing with a shared bathroom in between them while downstairs, beneath the bedrooms, were the kitchen and a small dining area. The two guys never really talked about what Jake was working on. One month it would be some ridiculous equation that Max could never possibly understand, the next it would be some chemistry experiment that would catch his attention. The latest thing seemed to be some bio-medical experiments he had started after looking back over some old comics. Max knew better than to ask him what he was doing and just decided to make sure he was fed and got to class on time. That is, until one night when he heard a terrified scream come from Jake’s room. “Jake!! What’s going on? You ok in there?” He called out after dashing upstairs and finding Jake’s door locked. After a few seconds the lock clicked and Jake peered around the door. “Oh, hi. Sorry, yeah I’m fine.” He replied but Max could tell he was lying as he was breathing rapidly and looked slightly pale. “Really? So what was that scream all about?” “Nothing, I just…cut myself, that’s all.” “It must’ve been a pretty bad cut to scream like that.” “It was the shock of it…that’s all.” Max wasn’t buying any of it and when he noticed Jake shudder slightly he started to get angry. “What’re you doing in there? It better not be anything dangerous.” “It’s nothing, I’m fine.” “Either open the door and let me see or I’ll open it myself.” It wasn’t an empty threat. Max was just under a foot taller than Jake and also outweighed him by about 30lbs as his workouts were starting to pay off. Jake just sighed and opened the door to let him see the room. “See? Everything’s normal.” Max looked around and everything looked messy but normal, at least for Jake’s room. When he turned back to his smaller roommate he noticed something. “What are you hiding behind your back?” He asked, noticing he could only see Jake’s left hand. “N…nothing.” Jake answered, but couldn’t look him in the eye. “Let me see your hand then.” Jake still seemed reluctant. “If you’ve cut it badly it might need stitches, let me take a look.” “It’s fine…honest.” “Jake!!” Max said firmly causing his roommate to sigh and then bring out his hand. “What the hell is that?” Max asked, looking at the strange, black glove that he was wearing. “It’s what I’ve been working on. It’s bio-medical, protoplasmic…” He could see the confusion on Max’s face and decided to simplify it. “It’s a goop for doctors to use in war zones to help stabilise patients until they can get to a hospital.” “Wow, that’s kinda cool. So does it work? I mean, has it healed your cut?” “I think so, I mean, it doesn’t feel painful and it’s stopped the bleeding I think.” He looked down at his hand as another shudder went through his body. It was then that Max noticed the goo wasn’t just confined to Jake’s hand but that it disappeared under his sleeve. “Is it spreading?” He asked. “Take your shirt off.” Jake unbuttoned his shirt to reveal his scrawny body beneath and as he did Max could see the goo had reached Jake’s shoulder and was steadily creeping across and down his torso. “Holy shit dude! What’s it doing?” “I don’t know, I think it might be searching out any other problems my body has.” Jake was remarkably calm considering his body was being smothered in an experimental sludge. “Is it meant to do that?” “I don’t know, I’ve never tested it on anyone before.” “Can you take it off?” It was almost down to Jake’s naval and just starting to creep over his left shoulder as he tried to pull at it with his left hand. Instead of coming away it started to cover over his left hand, slowly creeping up his arm to meet up with the rest of it that was slithering down his upper arm. “Argh!! It’s going everywhere!!” He exclaimed as it started to descend below his belt. Panic suddenly set in and he started wheezing. As he did the goo sped up to cover over his face, causing him to panic more. He started clawing at his face as Max did the same, scared that his friend was going to suffocate under the stuff. Suddenly Jake stopped panicking and pulled Max’s hands away from his face. He seemed to be breathing more regularly even though there were no air holes in his face covering. “Jake? Are you ok?” He heard a muffled reply and saw Jake nod his head as the goo seemed to finish moving. After what felt like a lifetime to Max the goo started to recede down Jake’s face until he was covered from his neck all the way down his body. “Well that was weird.” Jake said, calmly. “What was?” “I could breathe perfectly even when I was covered up, and it even seems to have cleaned out my respiratory system.” He took a few steady breaths as if to test his lungs out. “Really?” “Yeah, I’ve never been able to breathe so well in my life. It seems to be covering my whole body now and it’s healing every niggly twinge in as it goes.” Before Max could say anything Jake stripped the rest of his clothes off and stood there completely covered in the goop, which had now solidified slightly to resemble a wetsuit. “So once it’s healed you, how do you get it off?” “Umm…I’m not sure. Let me try…” Jake looked down at his right hand as the suit started to recede up to his wrist and then roll back across his hand again. It did the same a few times before he tried the same thing on his left hand. “Interesting, it seems to respond to my mental commands so if I want it to uncover me…” The suit suddenly disappeared from his upper body but stayed on his lower half. “So can you take it off completely?” Max asked. “I haven’t taken it off at all. I can still sense it covering my body but it seems to be chameleonic” “It’s what?” “It can hide in plain sight, you know, like a chameleon.” “So you can hide it under your clothes?” Max arched an eyebrow, clearly impressed. “Looks that way; or maybe…” Jake concentrated for a second and then was suddenly wearing the same clothes he had taken off before, even though they were in a pile at his feet. “Fascinating.” He said as his clothes changed again to different outfits and even mimicked Max’s clothes. “Wow, looks like you’ll never need to go clothes shopping again. What about your face though? Is it still covering over that?” He reached out to touch Jake’s face and felt the skin beneath his hands before moving down to touch the suit covering his shoulder. “Curious, the suit is staying below my head but when you touched both my skin and the suit, the sensation was the same.” “Meaning?” “Meaning that the suit is almost acting like a second skin rather than an item of clothing.” “Ok, let’s try something. Wait there.” Max dashed down the stairs and grabbed a few items from his little toolbox before heading back up to Jake’s room. When he got there Jake had made the suit turn back into its wetsuit look and was testing out removing it from his hand. “It appears the suit can stop covering areas of the body but I haven’t been able to remove it completely, it’s like it’s bonded onto me.” “So once it’s on it won’t come off?” “It looks that way. What were you planning with those?” He asked, pointing to the tools in Max’s hand. “Oh, I was wondering how much sensation you could actually feel through it, like, can you feel different temperatures?” “Like I said, it feels just like skin, I mean, if I blow on it like this,” He puckered up his lips and blew onto his gloved looking fingers. “It feels the same as it would if you do the same on yours.” “Let’s try it with a little more heat.” Max said as he placed a claw hammer and craft knife on Jake’s desk and held out a lighter to show his idea. When he lit the flame Jake tentatively moved his hand closer to feel the warmth as normal but then got a little braver and lowered his palm down fully onto the flame and held it there for a few seconds. “Wow, that’s crazy!” He said with a smile as Max clicked the lighter off. “What? Didn’t it hurt?” “Not at all, I mean, I could feel the heat and I knew it should be painful but it was just like wearing a protective glove.” “Do you want to try cutting it?” Without answering Jake grabbed the craft knife and gently ran it across the end of his finger. When that didn’t do anything he tried again with a little more force but the result was the same. “How about we try a little impact test. Put your hand on the desk.” Jake did as he was told and Max raised up the hammer to test his theory. He brought it down faster than Jake expected and as soon as it made contact with Jake’s hand a tendril shot out from his arm and slammed Max into the wall. “Oh my god! I’m so sorry!” Jake cried out as he ran over to check on his roommate. “What the hell was that?” Max asked as Jake helped him up. “I don’t know. I thought you were going to hit me really hard and the suit just reacted.” “Wait, so this thing’s alive?” Max asked, looking over Jake apprehensively. “No…well not really.” “What do you mean ‘not really?’ Either it is or it isn’t.” “It’s not sentient or anything like that; it must have a deeper connection than I thought.” “Fucking hell this is some next level Venom shit.” Max sighed. “What?” “Y’know, Venom. From Spider-Man. That thing’s like the symbiote.” “This isn’t an alien though; I think it’s just tapping into my subconscious.” “So it’s not going to take you out web slinging in your sleep then?” Max asked with a smile. “I hope not, I’m not a fan of heights.” Jake grinned back. “I could probably make this into the costume though.” As Max watched a white spider logo appeared on Jake’s chest and seemed to wrap around his back where Max assumed another one had appeared. “Not bad, it’s a pity you’re not a little more muscular, I’m sure Spider-Man fills it out more than you do.” Max said, noting how the suit was tight on Jake’s body but just showed how small and skinny his roommate actually was. Jake looked lost in thought for a second and then suddenly the suit started to seemingly inflate with muscle until he was standing with a much more toned, swimmer’s build. Max couldn’t believe his eyes as he watched in wonder at the transformation before him. “Holy shit dude!! Did you just grow bigger?” “No…well…sort of, the suit just added more mass but I think my body is still the same underneath.” Jake willed the suit to peel back over his right forearm and sure enough it was still as thin as before. When the suit rolled back down his arm he willed it to mimic his skin colour instead so that he stood there looking like a buffer version of himself. Max was starting to get turned on just looking at Jake’s new body. He had never told his roommate he was bi and he certainly wasn’t going to let on that he was attracted to Jake. He changed the suit back to the Spider-Man costume but kept running his hands over the new muscle. The sensation of it being like a second skin was the same as before only now he could flex and tense the muscles as if they were his own. When he curled his arm up there was a solid bump and he could even bounce his pecs or crunch his abs. “These muscles actually feel like they’re attached to my bones, look; when I flex them any which way they respond as if they were really built that way. It’s fascinating.” “Yeah they do look pretty real, do you think they made you stronger?” “Only one way to find out.” Jake looked around for something heavy but the only thing that looked particularly solid was the hammer that Max had dropped when the suit slammed him into the wall. A smile crept over Jake’s face as he reached out his hand and a tendril shot out to grab the hammer off the ground and pulled it back into his hand. Max stood there with his mouth open at the display and it stayed open as Jake used two fingers to straighten out the claws on the hammer, he then held the handle in one hand and twisted the head until the solid, metal neck was warped beyond use. “Holy fuck!! You got super strength from that thing.” Max was excited and amazed at what Jake had just done but in the pit of his stomach there was an uneasy feeling bubbling up. “Don’t you mean spider strength?” He asked as his face was suddenly covered in a familiar black mask with big white eyes. “This is amazing, I feel like the real deal.” “Yeah, it is kinda cool.” Max replied, trying to keep the nervousness out of his voice. “So are you gonna take it off?” “What? I told you I couldn’t and besides, why would I want to?” Jake asked incredulously. “Well…y’know…aren’t you worried about losing control? Like when I tried to use the hammer?” “Why? Are you scared? Worried it’ll take me over and turn me into a monster like Venom?” “Well…no, but this is kinda freaking me out.” “Why? Because we could crush you like a bug?” “We?” Jake didn’t reply, instead his body began to expand in all directions. In a few seconds he had gone from his athletic, swimmer’s build to a taller, more heavily muscled figured that dwarfed Max in every way. When the growth had finished the lower part of his face started to split causing the formerly bigger roommate to stagger back as a huge smile, made up needle-like fangs spread over Jakes pitch black face. That was enough for Max’s flight instinct to kick in and he took off down the stairs as fast as he could to get to the front door. Just as he was about to reach it a huge, black tendril, as big as a tree trunk, shot past his head and splattered against the door, covering it completely and sealing off his escape. He turned back to see the giant tendril was attached to Jake’s shoulder as he stood maliciously smiling at his prey. “Where do you think you’re going?” Jake asked in a voice significantly lower and more menacing than his usual one. Using just the power of his arm he lifted up over the bannister to lower himself in front of his terrified roommate. “You’ve always had a thing for Venom, well now here we are in the flesh.” When Jake spoke Max could see the impossibly large jaws open and close as the freakishly large tongue danced around inside the gaping maw. “I…I thought you had control of that thing.” “This thing is the best thing that’s ever happened to us.” “Us?” “Us.” Jake sprouted two more tendrils from his shoulders which grabbed Max and pinned him to the wall next to the door so that he was now eye level with the taller Jake. “Isn’t this your ultimate fantasy? I’ve seen that tent in your pants whenever he comes on screen, well now here’s the real deal.” Jake pulled away from the door causing his arm to change back its normal, muscular looking limb and faced Max head on. Max thrashed about to break free but Jake pinned his legs to the wall with two more tendrils. “Jake this isn’t you, it’s the suit. You need to get it off before it takes you over completely.” Jake pulled back the tendrils but Max was still pinned to the wall by pieces of the suit. “And here I thought you’d like to see me like this. I mean, do these muscles not do anything for you?” He stood back a little and brought up both his arms, blowing up his biceps like watermelons followed by a lat spread that virtually blotted out the view of anything in front of Max besides the gigantic, black creature that used to be his roommate. “I know this is turning you on, I can practically taste the desire coming off you.” He hit a most muscular pose and his prehensile tongue snaked out to move closer to Max who was squirming to get away. “Keep that thing away from me you freak!!” Jake stopped posing and extended his hands out to easily shred all of Max’s clothes. “Hmmm…seems like this freak is turning you on.” Max couldn’t deny it as, no matter how terrified he was, his cock was still at full mast. Jake’s tongue slithered out again and started working its way up Max’s leg right up to his balls. He let out an involuntary moan as the huge tongue gently grazed along the underside of his shaft, right from the base to the head where it lapped up some of the pre that was oozing from the tip. “You taste even better than we could’ve imagined.” Jake rumbled as his giant tongue wrapped itself around the entire shaft and started to stroke back and forth, flicking the very tip into the piss slit every so often. He threw in a few more poses, mostly for his own amusement since Max’s head kept lolling back as Jake’s tongue continued to jerk him off. After a short time Jake could feel Max was ready to blow and wrapped his tongue completely around the end of his cock to milk every last drop of cum from him. Max bucked wildly, even though he was still pinned to the wall and when he was finally spent Jake’s enormous tongue retracted back and then cheekily licked his lips. “Who knew our taste buds would also be enhanced, that was delicious.” He devilishly cackled. “Please…just stop it…this isn’t you Jake, it’s the suit.” Max panted as a few tears rolled down his cheek. “How can you be so sure? Maybe now we can finally act out our sexual urges. It hardly seems fair that you should get to have all the fun, especially as we have a newly enhanced tool that we haven’t even tried out yet. Don’t you want a taste of Venom?” Max looked down between Jake’s legs to see a bulge forming which gradually expanded into an above average cock with a pair of orange sized balls hanging beneath it. Max’s eyes went wide as Jake’s new appendage started to expand and harden. “What’re you going to do with that?” Max asked, shivering with fear at the possibilities. Four new tendrils emerged from Jake’s body to connect with the pieces holding Max to the wall and then pulled him away to hold him in front of his throbbing member. “Interesting question; and one with so many possible answers. We could let you taste it in return for you allowing us to taste yours. Would you like that? To feel your jaw dislocate as we force ourselves further down your throat than any cock in the world could ever possibly go. To fill your stomach with so much cum that your gorgeous, hard six pack would look more like a beer barrel.” As he said that he ran his hands from Max’s jawline down his neck and chest before finally stroking his abs tenderly. “Or how about we let your hands loose and you can caress this monster’s monster until it douses you like a fire hose.” Jake stepped back to give himself more room for his cock to rapidly expand until it was like a giant tree trunk pointing directly at Max’s navel. Max looked down at the huge, black head twitching in anticipation and he could only imagine what the mouth sized opening pointing directly at him would unleash. It surged forward again, pinning him to the wall as the tendrils released his limbs. He was still a couple of feet off the floor being held up purely by the power of Jake’s cock. Every time he squirmed to get loose it would throb and push him up and down the wall. Jake’s head lolled back as his massive tongue hung down to his left nipple. “That’s it, keep fighting it; you have no idea how good that feels.” Max did everything he could think of to get free; he clawed, punched and kicked at the massive head which only seemed to turn Jake on more. “Get the fuck off me you psycho!!” Max yelled as his fear turning to anger. “What did you call me?!?!” Max couldn’t answer as Jake’s massive hand wrapped fully around his neck, holding him off the ground as Jake’s cock shrunk back to a more manageable size. “You think I’m psychotic because I’ve got the power to make your fantasy come true? Or are you just jealous that you aren’t the one in control of the suit? That’s right, I’m in control. There is no we, there is no Venom, it’s just me and this suit doing whatever the fuck I want with you so pucker up buttercup, because I’m going to fuck you until these massive balls are drained dry.” Max was on the verge of passing out until Jake released the grip on his throat. Instead of falling to the ground though Max found himself suspended in the air by more tendrils that had projected from the suit. He looked down to see the slick, black cock suddenly split in two and start to move independently like snakes. One rose up to eye level to almost look at him like a cobra ready to strike while he felt his butt cheeks being gently pulled apart by two tendrils that protruded from Jake’s hips. He felt one slide between his butt cheeks and start to work its way into his hole as the other parted his lips to make its way down his throat. Slowly the two cocks began to thrust in and out of both holes, with the one up his butt vibrating with increasing intensity. Jake threw his head back in ecstasy as his hands and some extra tendrils explored and worshipped every inch of his own body. Muscles flexed and danced as he felt every rock hard bulge and shredded sinew. At the same time his tongue snaked out to slather all over Max’s ripped body, as well as working its way down to his cock again. Max was barely staying conscious as the pleasure hit him from all sides. Before too long Jake let out a terrifying roar as his balls unloaded into Max who, at the same time, was milked dry by Jake’s prehensile tongue. That was all Max could take. He would have slumped to the ground if it wasn’t for Jake’s suit holding him up. As it was, he was completely unconscious by the time Jake came down from his own high to look at his roommate. A strange, electronic beeping sound woke Max up and it took him a few seconds to figure out that it was the alarm on his phone. He soon realised he was lying in his own bed and reached over to shut off the alarm. Slumping back into the mattress he stared up at the ceiling, trying to figure out if he had just experienced the weirdest dream ever or if it really happened. He didn’t feel uncomfortable or have any pain anywhere but when he checked the time on his phone again he noticed he had been out for nearly twelve hours. Before he could dwell on it anymore his door started to open and Jake peered in to see if he was awake. Max’s eyes immediately went wide as he started to scramble up the bed to put some distance between him and his roommate. “GET AWAY FROM ME YOU FREAK!!” He screamed, causing Jake to flinch in surprise but then his shoulders slumped a little as he leaned on the door frame. “Look Max…I’m sorry about what happened last night, you were right, it wasn’t me, it was the suit.” “You said it was all you!! You…you raped me!!” Max yelled. “It wasn’t…I didn’t mean…” “You fucked me without my consent!! What the fuck would you call it?!?” “I…you’re right, but you’ve gotta believe me, it was the suit that just made me lose control. It won’t happen again, trust me.” “Oh yeah? What about when you and your slimy friend get horny again?” “You don’t have to worry about that, the suit’s gone.” “Gone? Gone where? I thought you couldn’t get it off, and it didn’t seem to take any damage.” “It was tricky but with the right combination of a few chemicals…” They both stayed in silence for what seemed like an eternity. “Would you have let me though? If I’d asked?” “What?” “You know, if I’d asked; would you have done any of that stuff?” Max started to calm down a little as he thought over the question. “I dunno, I mean, if I hadn’t been so terrified it might have been fun.” “Really?” “Yeah, I mean, seeing you as Spider-Man and then Venom was cool…in a way, but it was a little hard to appreciate it. What was it like being in the suit?” Jake sat cross legged on the end of the bed and was glad when Max didn’t flinch away. “It was pretty awesome to be honest. It didn’t even feel like I was wearing anything, it was like it was all me, y’know? Like I could feel my muscles expanding and like, extra limbs and stuff. And it made me feel strong and powerful, like I could do anything.” “You pretty much did if you remember.” “Yeah but I’m pretty sure you would’ve done the same in my position.” “I dunno…I would hope not but I have no idea how it felt for you.” There was another awkward silence between them but this time it was Max who broke it. “So…do you actually have the hots for me or was it just a convenience thing?” Jake turned bright red at the question and took a while to respond. “I kinda always liked you. My dad wanted me to get a more academic roommate but when you came to look around the place I knew you would work out better. Even if nothing happened between us I just thought I’d still have some eye candy.” Jake turned an even brighter shade of red as Max started to snicker. “Why didn’t you say something sooner?” “C’mon, look at me…I’m not exactly a catch am I? At least with that suit on I could have a body that would turn you on.” “Wow, for a genius you’re a real dumbass. I’ve always thought you were cute, even if you are smaller than me. It’s actually one of the things that I like most about you, that you’re just unashamedly…you.” Jake blushed again as he felt his heart soar. Max leaned in for a kiss but just as their lips were about to meet his stomach rumbled loudly enough to fill the whole room. “Oh shit, I completely forgot you hadn’t eaten. Get yourself cleaned up and I’ll go get us something to eat.” “Not a bad idea, I don’t think I’ve got the energy to go out anywhere.” Jake left the room and headed down the stairs as Max went to the bathroom. Just before he closed the door he called out to Jake as usual. “Don’t forget to take a coat.” When the bathroom door closed Jake just smiled as his sweater morphed into a thick coat before he went out into the cold morning air. The end.
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  18. Dantalion looked across the great vista from his vantage point at the rim of a great canyon. He saw across a great plain, full of life with trees and herds of animals he had never seen before. Just in front of him, he saw a massive waterfall, miles wide, thundering with white frothy cascades pouring over the underlying rocks. He felt a light mist settling on his face and it felt like nothing he had experienced before. He peered over the edge of the cliff and found himself looking into a deep black pool of water a hundred metres or so below him. The waterfall, jettisoning across the pool made no splashes, made no movement on the pool below him, but he could see inch by inch the level of the pool rising. He felt powerful and as more dew settled on him, he realized that he was dreaming. He felt a surge of panic, even thought the scene in front of him was so perfect, beautiful, and all-encompassing. Where was Trevor? Then he was thrust into another scene… ———————————————————————- The room was dark but he could just make out an extremely handsome man, well-muscled in build from what he could tell, a cigar parked on the right - draw, draw, draw from the cigar - crimson edges of the cigar etching into his mind. Next to the Cigar Man was his brother, Bael. He was bound in silver chains. The chains ran into glowing cuffs around his thick wrists, ankles and neck. Pull, pull, pull on the cigar. Every pull seemed to somehow push Bael more - and by push - the veins around his neck throbbed with the embers around the man’s cigar. Throbbed is the right word. As the Cigar Man inhaled, he could see Bael’s ecstasy. He was angry with rage coursing through him. He could feel it as if it were himself. More, pull more. The pull on the cigar - the Power flowing into him every time, just a bit more. Bael was perfection. His eyes were violet and the same flames licked them as did Dandelions. They would always recognize each other in this way. Bael’s musculature was complete and utterly God-like. Dantalion was both aroused and terrified. His brother was, in his true form, ten times larger, ten times more beautiful, ten times more devastating than Dantalion would ever have thought - or given his new way of thinking - imaginable. He pulsed just a bit larger, just a bit more intimidating, just a bit more - everything - with every pull on the cigar. Bael looked directly at Dantalion as if he could really see him. “Hello, brother. What a surprise you are.” The massive djinn didn’t mouth the words, but they sounded like a thunder-claps in D’s mind. Pull, pull, pull from the cigar. The massive djinn’s veins were rising to the surface. Massive irrigation hoses, inches around, flooded him with more and more growth. Pull, pull, pull on the cigar… The massive djinn bulging with increasing striations, increasing size, increasing power. The Cigar Man started laughing maniacally. The first-born djinn closed his eyes and flexed. A million muscle fibers erupted along his body as he tested the strength of his silver ropes and shackles. Some links looked like they had formed stress fractures. The silver appearance was giving way to metal under too much pressure. Dantalion suddenly knew the Cigar Man. He was a world leader. He was feared and loathed… He was unfathomably rich. He was hated. The massive djinn continued testing his shackles, his chains… and they began to break. “FUCCCCCK!” Beal yelled into Dantalion’s mind. He felt pressure on his shoulder - a prodding. A kneading. “D, are you OK?” Trevor was shaking his djinn awake. “D. D!!!” Dantalion sat up with a start. He was flexing his own musculature. His forearms were larger than ever, his pecs heaved larger and larger by the second, his legs seemed to be able to create their own gravity. “I need to show you something. Do not be afraid.” Trevor grabbed Dandelion’s hand and caressed it. “I trust you.” ——————————————————— Dantalion had grown larger. Trevor could see it easily. This was not a slight shift in his thickness and height. Instead, he was looking at someone with substantially more mass. Trevor was taken back a bit by the refined facial features of Dantalion as well. “I am OK, Master. Do not worry,” Dantalion purred. He looked into Trevor’s eyes with a devotion that was nearly as frightening as the size of his pecs. The djinn was running his hands along T’s shoulders and down to his waist, slowly, gently, like stroking a small kitten. Trevor scanned his djinn’s body but all he could think of was how much larger his muscle god had grown. He had wished for D to be is his natural state while they fucked, made love, whatever that was - and he had not changed that command. He wasn’t complaining though. Dantalion seemed to be just a bit more of everything. And he could feel an increased power in their bond. “But this is my natural state now, Master.” The djinn’s mouth had not moved but Trevor heard his djinn’s voice as if they had. D stretched his body laying on his back, his Bound looking into his eyes nervously. Everything seemed to grow bigger again. Dandelion’s shoulders, his long corded arms, his legs, everything, expanded in a noticeable way. “Thank you, Master… I am experiencing … a change to my nature. You have given me a great gift - one I did not realize I could experience.” Dantalion closed his eyes, the flames extinguishing as soon as he had done so. He groaned slightly as another wave of growth struck his already-massive body. Another soft moan from his lips. Dandelion’s impressive cock stretch higher onto his abs- hard, menacing, truly god-like. Trevor couldn’t resist and wrapped his hand around Dandelion’s cock root. He slid his hand, only able to get about three-quarters around it - up slowly, gently toward the djinn god’s cock head. A shudder from D stopped him from going further. He paused. “Why are you calling me ‘Master’ now again, D? I asked you to call me Trevor, or T - but you have’t in the past few minutes.” Trevor gripped the djinn’s cock again with earnestness and continued upward, feeling the rock hard veins and steel djinn flesh under his hand. “I can if you would like it, Sir. But… fuck… it feels so good to call you Master and you did say you want me to feel good.” Dantalion’s eyes opened for a moment and then closed again. “Is that correct, Master?” He bit his lower lip and moaned a bit more as the word Master left his lips. Of course Trevor wanted his djinn to feel good, to experience pleasure, that was part of his hope. He could feel the power moving through the bond, almost a lust for more. More power. More of whatever D needed to continue his evolution. Trevor watched as D’s cock leaked more and more clear pre-cum onto the thick vein-netted abdominals. The grooves were filling with it. He moved up onto D’s body and started licking the pre deposited there. He put Dandelion’s cock head in his mouth when he was done cleaning up the other offerings. He sucked and sucked with increasing focus, rotating one of his free hands around and up and down D’s mammoth shaft. It was slick with god juice now… slippery with clear nectar milked from the insides of a deity. He extended his arm up to Dandelion’s chest and twisted his left nipple, hard and waiting for abuse. “Fuuuuuuuuuck, Master!” Dantalion bellowed - Trevor’s mouth popped off of his djinn’s cock and watched in amazement as volley after volley of cum shot out and onto the wall behind them. After about 10 hard shots over D’s shoulders and head, the orgasm started to calm down and a slow trickle of cum issued from his softening cock. It was a lot of cum. The stayed together, panting, sweating… “You have asked me not to use my power for this experience. It is, without questions, the greatest experience of my long existence. But, Master, I would like to show you something - by far the most sacred place for any djinn. I would like you to see what you have done for me. May I please use my power to show you?” Dandelions bowed his head, submissively and looked away. He was so uncomfortable asking for anything, even that he be given access again to his natural source of power. “Of course, D. Moving forward, please be at ease asking me for whatever you desire. I have tried to make that clear, but maybe I need to be more exacting in what I say. Please do not hesitate to request, ask, or question.” The djinn looked concerned. He was not used to this sort of intimacy in a bond - ever. For all he knew, no Bound had ever given his djinn so much freedom or autonomy. “Yes, Trevor. I will be more free with my … requests.” His perfectly plumped lips mouthing the words softly, sensually. “I would ask that we…” He paused. “I request that we have sex again as soon as we are able. That experience was transcendental, Master. I would like to have that feeling all of the time.” “I have spoken directly into your mind a while ago. I should not have done that without your consent… I wanted to show you one of my new gifts. One you bestowed upon me when… we made love or fucked, or whatever you would like to call it.” D closed his eyes again out of shame. “You wanted to show me something, something sacred to you. Take me to this place. Take me to where you were dreaming just a bit ago.” Trevor had worked his way up the growing djinn’s body and had draped his right leg over the hulking mass of Dandelions waist and legs. He nuzzled into the space between D’s chest and his outstretched arm. He lay his head on D’s shoulder just above his arm pit. They fit perfectly. Two puzzle pieces, together, Warmed by each other. Cum drying all around them. Smells of sex, the salty funk of ejaculate permeating the air. Testosterone coming out of every pore of both. “Ok, Master.” “And D, I give you access to my thoughts. I know that is a huge step for you, and there are secret and dark doors in my mind, but that is to be human - we all have thoughts and things that we are not proud of. That said, I will allow you to speak to my mind and I would like to be able to speak to yours.” “Master, is it not clear that you already do?” Dantalion’s enlarged hard body squeezed itself just slightly around his Bound. The thoughts and feelings of hearing the words “I love you, Dantalion” seeping into his mind.
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  19. CHAPTER SIX “Nonsense. Come. Sit,” said Jake, making room for him to sit next to him at the crowded bench table. Despite his protestations, he allowed himself to be dragged, literally, to the bench, sitting himself down at the end, next to Jake. It was crowded, and he was forced to sit so that he was basically plastered to the side of Jake. Whether it was the two shots already in Jake, or something else entirely, Jake didn’t seem to mind having his calf, thigh, butt, back and shoulder pressed up against his. As he walked over and sat at the table, a silence had fallen – a silence completely at odds with the rambunctious chatter and laughter heard around the table only moments before. The heads of the entire group followed him as he approached the table and sat down, again mimicking some bizarre version of carnival clowns – many mouths were visibly hanging open, exactly like those creepy clowns. Some wore a puzzled expression, a few even appeared nervous! “What’s your poison?” asked Jake. “P-, Poison?” “Yeah, you know, what’s your favourite shot?” “I see. I’m… not sure. I have never had a shot.” This resulted in some exclamations – mostly of disbelief – around the table. “Well, then, let’s start you off with what we’re all having.” Jake waved over a waitress and ordered another shot for him. “Tequila. You lick the salt, down the shot, then suck on the lemon. Got it?” Jake asked as he sprinkled salt onto his hand and passed him a wedge of lemon. He was confused - why would anyone want to lick salt? Or suck on a lemon, for that matter? “¡Salud!” At that, a wordless cheer rose up around the table, and in a seemingly choreographed dance of simultaneity everyone around him licked the salt on their hands, lifted their shot and poured it down the back of their throat, and immediately sucked on their respective lemon wedges. They were all watching him. Cautiously, slowly, he tried to imitate what he’d just witnessed. The fire pouring down his oesophagus was unexpected, and the lemon was not helping. Gasping, he looked around at his colleagues as if they were deranged. Why would they do this to themselves? Voluntarily? For FUN? But, gradually, the fire subsided, replaced with a spreading warmth. A pleasant warmth. A warmth that seemed to infuse all parts of his body. Before he could say anything, one of the team at the table was ordering another round of drinks. Jake suggested an aged Scotch whisky on the rocks for him, and he agreed. He knew this meant it would be served in a glass with ice cubes. Later that evening, he had long since lost count of how many drinks he had had. All he knew in that moment, was he was enjoying this socialising thing, and he felt a pang of regret that he had not joined the group on their Friday nights earlier. As he was musing, he was staring at Amber, sitting directly across from him. He had always thought her attractive, with her shoulder length hair, striking green eyes, and a smile that could melt butter. And, she has a slamming body, he thought. Where had that thought come from? His usually analytical and clinical mind was… not that any more, he thought - odd that he could not properly form the thought. Unbidden, the thought of Amber’s lips wrapped around his half-hard cock, her tongue exploring in, around and under his foreskin and causing rapid inflation of his cock to full mast, popped into his head, while Jake was ploughing her from behind, doggy style. A tiny part of his brain was panicking. Screaming. No, no, NO! This was not him. As the fantasy continued in his head, on impulse, he leaned across the table and kissed her, roughly, passionately, tongue exploring and fighting hers like he’d seen in countless porn videos. At the same time, he reached out towards Jake’s bulge, wanting to give him some pleasure while his own tumescence began rising, wanting attention. The last thing he could remember before the darkness took him was his hand finding its target, and Amber finally kissing him back, gently but passionately; her lips so soft and luscious, Jake’s bulge surprisingly full and quick to react to his tou…
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  20. You and your team are simply amazing. Thank you very much @CMiller, @MassiveMuscleMass, and anyone else that worked hard to make all of this possible. Your work does not go unnoticed or unappreciated.
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  21. HUMPING IRON Part 2 Cheedle the butler arranged for a monster SUV – part of Ralph Braithwaite’s vast collection of novelty autos – to pick Brandon up at the hospital. Cheedle’s long experience as a butler had taught him never to question his employer(s), and he’d managed to stay with the Braithwaites for fifteen years thus far. His resumé was exemplary, but what he really thought of this family he’d never say to their faces. They were supercilious and crass, with all the moral fibre of a Catholic priest judging a beauty pageant for altar boys. Brandon had had little to say over the phone, ending the brief call with: “Just get Sasquatch. It’s roomier, Cheedle. And get Manny the driver to pick me up a fuck-ton of White Castle on the way over!” “Very good, s—” Brandon hung up before Cheedle was finished. Then: “I’ll check up on you tomorrow, Gaylord,” the muscle hunk said, leaning over Gaylord’s bed to kiss him goodbye. “I don’t think you should be seen strutting down the corridor butt naked and with more muscle than all of the Avengers combined, Brandon,” Gaylord advised, yawning. He wanted more morphine, and then a nap. “I can fix that, just give me five minutes and I’ll be back,” said Nurse Luis, charging out of the private ward. While he waited, Brandon pulled off pose after pose for Gaylord, hitting each one with the grace and style of an IFBB professional. He squeezed his muscles into new and interesting configurations, making both their dicks go hard again. “Come on, sweetie, Gaylord has to recuperate, and sleep is best for that. Don’t make me blow my load again. These sheets already need to be changed. And my pyjamas, too,” Gaylord groaned defiantly. “Get used to it. This is the new me. We’re both bodybuilders now, and when you’re recovered you can get back into training and grow much bigger,” enthused Brandon. “Yes, but your growth is unnatural. I’ll never get as big as you.” “We can make this work. I love you. That hasn’t changed.” Brandon popped a fucking huge double biceps, and decided to leave it at that. The more he flexed his muscles, the hungrier he became. Something bizarre and unprecedented was happening to him. As much as he loved the feeling of instantly growing muscles, he needed to first understand all he could about the gift he’d been given. He needed to control it and not let it control him. Something had happened to him when he crashed the Ferrari. He was determined to find out what that was. Luis returned in under five minutes, carrying a fresh set of porter’s scrubs for Brandon. “Here try these on. They used to belong to a fat lazy fuck named Raoul who only worked here for a week. Tubby piece of shit fell asleep leaning on his mop when he shoulda been mopping up puke. Then he lost his balance and fell down an elevator shaft. But they should fit you fine. You’ll have to pull in the waistband a fair bit though.” Luis realised he’d just been to the uniform closet and back covered in Brandon’s muscle-jizz. Just then a message for Luis sounded over the intercom speakers: BING BONG: “Nurse Luis is reminded to come when he’s called, and not to allow patients or their visitors to “come” all over him during the hours of duty. Please clean out your locker and be off the premises in fifteen minutes. Opening in Accident & Emergency for an undocumented junior grade nurse. Please apply to HR and have a nice day. The winner of today’s Miss Wet Neurologist Contest is Doctor Diane Schwartz. Congratulations, Diane.” ER…BONG! “Wow, they really crammed a lot into that announcement,” said Brandon, finding the scrubs accommodating enough, although he had to tie the waistband really tight around his super-sexy thirty-four inch waist. The V-neck of the top revealed quite a bit of his bulging pecs, with light-gobbling dark cleavage set between. He was huge now. Nothing would ever be the same again. Luis frowned and hung his head, almost shamefully. “Dammit, why can’t I hold down a job? I always do dumb things without thinking everything through!” “Don’t worry, Jizz Boy. You can come work for me. You can be my new pool cleaner. You’ll get to live on Braithwaite Campus rent free, and you can hose me down as much as you like. How does a starting salary of a hundred grand sound to you?” Brandon beamed with smugness and affluence. He no longer lived in the real world (not that he ever did). He was a world unto himself, and he couldn’t wait to explore its myriad nooks and crannies. “Wow, really? You mean that?” Luis Ortega-Delgado the Fourth couldn’t believe his luck. And a hundred grand a year? With that kind of money he could afford to pay for fake passports for his entire family, including his beloved Abuela. “Sure… I’m a man of my word. Besides, you’re fucking hot as hell. You remind me of that dude Rafael from Jane the Virgin; when he had the beard. In fact, how about I pay for the plastic surgery to make you look exactly like him?” “Wow! I know that show. That guy is super hot,” said Luis, “but I never realised I looked like him.” He went to a cupboard and found another bedpan. He used it to look at his reflection. “Wow, I guess I do look like him. I never noticed it before.” Brandon eyed up the bedpan hungrily. “Um… you gonna eat that?” *** And so that was how Luis the ex-Nurse from the hospital became Brandon Braithwaite's first employee. More would soon follow. Whilst he waited out front for the SUV to arrive, Brandon idly munched on the bedpan. Would it make him bigger? He wasn’t sure. But on an intuitive level beyond his ability to explain, he assumed muscle-growth only occurred if he ate real food and metal within a short space of time, and then rammed something metal up his ass. Or maybe he needed to do the ass thing first. It was a work in progress, learning to understand his new powers. “I’d better purchase a campus for myself, with a mansion, utility buildings, stables, gymnasium, tennis court, spa, hedge maze, and places for the staff to hang out. Hmmm…” There was a female nurse smoking a cigarette and texting on her phone not far from where he stood. “Hey, Lady Nurse person. Big muscle-god here wants to borrow your phone. I need to buy a campus with a mansion, utility buildings, stables, gymnasium, tennis court, spa, hedge maze, and places for the staff to hang out.” The nurse looked up from texting on her phone and her eyes widened considerably when she saw how big, muscular and handsome Brandon was. “Sure, just be quick, sir. My break is almost over. I lost my virginity in a hedge maze once,” she said with a somewhat licentious timbre to her delivery. Brandon just thought she sounded like a whore who charged too much. “Well ma'am, you won’t be losing it again with me, ‘cos I take it up the ass. Fuckin’ candlesticks and all, apparently. Excuse me!” If someone were to describe Brandon Braithwaite’s personality they’d be hitting the nail on the head if they said he was the lovechild of Nicky Nichols from Orange is the New Black, and Stifler from American Pie. Within seconds Brandon was onto eBay via Nurse Amanda’s phone, and searched for mansions. On his third attempt he found a mansion campus for sale with exactly what he was looking for. As well as all the amenities he wanted, it came with a velodrome, golf course, and llama sanctuary. “Hmm, that’ll do.” He entered a bid of one hundred million, his entire trust fund from Pop-pop. The campus was going cheap because a heap of billionaires had been murdered there by a psycho in a clown costume a few years back. But Brandon didn’t care about shit like that. “Hah, fucking nice one. Got it on my first bid, with six seconds left. And I outbid Donald Trump, too. Daddy’ll be thrilled.” He handed the phone back to the nurse, who went back to her texting without even noticing that Brandon was snacking away on a stainless steel bedpan. When Sasquatch pulled up out front of the hospital’s main entrance, Manny got out and opened the rear door for the now huge bodybuilding son of his employer. The driver was speechless. “Yeah, get used to it. I’m a massive bodybuilder now. Some fucked up shit is going on. Did you bring me White Castle?” “Sorry, Mr. Braithwaite. It was on fire when I got there. All I could get you was a large KFC bucket with all the sides.” “Hmm… well I guess there has been a lot of arson at fast food restaurants lately. They really need to stop employing pyromaniacs out on furloughs from psych-wards. Not your fault, Manny, although after I eat the chicken, I’m gonna suck your cock. I’m sure your gravy tastes better than the Colonel’s.” Manny’s face went white in a second. “Oh stop the scaredy cat act, Manny. Just close your eyes and pretend I’m that Machu Picchu chick from that GLOW show you like, only with more iron and less lava lamp.” Brandon was on a roll. To emphasise his point, he pulled a single bicep pose. A peak hard as platinum shot up and out of his arm where the bicep exploded upward and outward, the sleeve of the scrubs split open with an audible ripping sound. Today was all about discovering himself, now that he was a legal adult with the entire world at his size sixteen feet. *** “Pass the salt, dear,” said Allegra Braithwaite to her husband as they sat at opposite ends of a ridiculously long dining table, which itself was the centrepiece to a dining room the size of a football field. There wasn’t much in the way of soft carpeting or drapes with which to absorb vocal reverberation, so her voice carried like it was blasted out of an echo chamber. “What was that, Sweetums? I’m afraid you’ll have to speak up,” Ralph hollered back. “I said… pass… the salt…dear,” she returned, her voice shriller. This time Ralph heard her. “I’ll send the drone,” he hollered back, and reached for the radio controller next to his side plate. Seconds later a drone appeared by his side. It had a small carrier attached into which Ralph placed the salt shaker. He then sent it all the way along the table to Allegra, who accepted it gratefully. “The drones really do make a difference at meal times, darling,” she gleefully returned, and then shook some salt onto her main course of a single olive, lettuce leaf, and cherry tomato. In contrast, Ralph was having his favourite meal: filet mignon in a gold-flaked truffle and sea urchin sauce, with seasonal vegetables grown in a hydroponics module on the moon. Nothing too fancy, as it was only Tuesday. “How was your tennis lesson?” “What? Speak up dear!” “I SAID… HOW WAS YOUR TENNIS LESSON?” “Oh, my tennis lesson. It was fine. Fernando is really helping me improve my technique,” Allegra shrilled back. “OH GOOD. I’LL GIVE HIM A BONUS THEN!” “Not necessary dear. I already gave it to him, ha ha ha ha!” At that point, Brandon came downstairs. His parents hadn’t been home when he returned from the hospital, so he decided to take a nap. The nap turned into a three hour sleep. He’d missed the start of dinner, and, as usual, his parents would start without him if he wasn’t on time. All he could find to fit his now massively muscular body was a stretchy lycra mesh tank top and another pair of joggers he’d cut into shorts that stopped midway down his mammoth thighs. He was barefoot, but he managed to hide some of his upper body muscularity by draping another expensive designer sweater around his neck and shoulders. It hung from his back like a boy scout’s neckerchief, barely concealing anything. Although the seven feet tall giant couldn’t hide his size from anyone, much less his parents, he still felt a little modesty was in order, so as to ease them into growing accustomed to his transformation. “Ah there you are, son. Everything go well at the hospital?” Ralph didn’t even look up from cutting his food, and Allegra was suddenly engrossed in the latest copy of “Facelifts of The Rich and Famous” to notice her son was even towering over them and bursting with more muscle than ten ordinary millionaires put together. “Uh… yeah, fine. I got a clean bill of health. A slight concussion, though, which explains my memory problems, but that’s already passing. Gaylord sends his love.” Brandon sat down midway between his parents and began placing items of food on his plate. Everything looked so good. He was still hungry, even after a full bucket of chicken, as well as a dozen milkshakes he’d made Manny stop off for on the drive home. “Oh darling, your father is whisking me off to Paris tonight to meet with Doctor Mutilateur, right after dinner. In fact, the jet is already fuelled and ready to go. I asked Perkins to bring it right up to the house so I don’t have to walk far. You know how I hate to walk.” She thumbed through her magazine idly, failing to notice her transformed son. “What are you having done this time, mom? You’ve had everything on you lifted and stretched. Your ass and the nape of your neck are now the same fucking thing!” “Yes dear, we’re staying for the rest of the week. Your father has business there with his French investors, and I need to shop.” Fuck, Brandon thought. She’s not even listening to me, much less notice that I’m the biggest, most muscular man on the planet. As if he’d read his son’s mind, Ralph looked up from his dinner plate and stared intently at his son for a good thirty seconds. Finally: “You look different son. Did you get a haircut?” “Yeah Daddy, I got a haircut,” Brandon sighed, before picking up a side of beef and planting it down with enough force to break his plate in half. “By the way. I bought my own place using Pop-pop’s money he left me. I’ll be moving out, probably before you get back from your trip. I’ll need an advance on next month’s allowance… for living expenses.” “Oh okay. I’ll wire thirty mil to your account. Will that be enough?” “Make it fifty, dad. I have a lot of new clothes to buy. I seem to have hit a late growth spurt.” “Fine. Fifty it is. Try to make it last an entire month this time. You go through money faster than your mother goes through tennis coaches.” *** A lot happened over the next two days. Brandon acquired the services of his own father’s law firm to fast track all the legal shit needed to have the keys to his new campus handed over. Cheedle had been tasked with organising the necessary services required to have the mansion ready for him to move in by Thursday. Gaylord was due to be released from the hospital by Thursday afternoon, as the super-wealthy usually healed faster than middle and working class peasants. Brandon wanted his on and off boyfriend to be transported directly to the new residence. He’d have his own wing of the mansion, of course, so that he had enough space in which to recuperate and make a full recovery. Luis would move into the servant’s quarters, itself a semi-lavish house the size of a nightclub. The estate was in pretty good condition, considering it had been on the market ever since those billionaires were killed. But Cheedle hired reputable tradesmen and interior decorators to make sure it wasn’t lacking in all the gratuitous splendour to which Brandon Braithwaite was accustomed. The butler took care of everything. When it was time for Brandon to leave his parents’ house: “Why don’t you come work for me? Fuck them, they never notice me or pay attention to me. They just buy me off with expensive gifts and throw fuck-tonnes of money at me.” Brandon hoped Cheedle would say yes. “One moment, sir,” said Cheedle and went off to some part of the mansion reserved for the staff, to find a particular object of interest. He returned three minutes later to the capacious hallway where Brandon stood wearing nothing but a thong sporting the colours of the Pride flag. Cheedle began by shaking the can of red spray paint he’d fetched. “What are you doing?” Brandon quizzed, bouncing his pecs with curiosity. “Writing my letter of resignation, sir.” Cheedle began to spray huge red letters across one of the walls in the main hall, defacing priceless paintings as he went. F U C K Y O U “I believe in keeping things concise and to the point, sir.” Brandon couldn’t help but approve. “Nice!” Just then the doorbell rang. Cheedle answered. A hot looking guy in sexy overalls stood there carrying a tablet in one hand and keys to Brandon’s new Ferrari 458-Deluxe Ultra MX Type IV Hybrid with Flux Capacitor in the other. “Hey there, rich types. I got a Ferrari 458-Deluxe Ultra MX Type IV Hybrid with Flux Capacitor delivery for a Brandon Braithwaite. It needs to be signed for.” “Sorry, but I don’t want it. My parents are cunts. Plus they’re whack-jobs. Take it back,” said the giant bodybuilder adamantly. “No can do, Hulky… it’s already paid for, plus the dealership I collected it from just burnt down as I was leaving, fucking psych-ward pyro-fucks working there, I guess. You’ll have to accept it,” said the sexy delivery guy. “Fine, point that tablet thing my way. You got something to write with?” Brandon was really pissed off. “Just use your finger, Hercules. Christ, you’re big!” “I think the word you’re looking for is huge,” Cheedle corrected. “Sure whatever. That whole muscle macho shit does nothing for me. Whatever you’re into. So, you gonna sign the machine or what?” The tablet looked like a small cell phone when Brandon brought his finger down to write on the screen. He tapped it once, and his finger went right through it. “Oops, silly me. Don’t know my own strength. Sorry about that,” said Brandon, not in the slightest bit sorry. “Dammit,” said Overalls, “they’re gonna fire me for this! This’ll be my fifth job in two months. My parole officer is gonna go nuts. I ain’t going back to the joint.” Overalls looked really worried. “Fuck them… you can work for me. I have an opening at my new estate. You can be my head mechanic, and driver, if you like. How does a hundred grand salary sound? And if your parole officer objects to that, the next thing I break with my finger will be his prostate when I shove it up his ass.” Brandon could be very persuasive. Overalls didn’t require much time to think it over. “Sure, fuck it. Sounds like a tight gig. I’m Eddie, by the way, Eddie Nobauls.” Eddie extended a hand to shake his new boss’s much larger one. “Did you say ‘No Balls’?” Brandon had to bite his tongue not to laugh. “No, sir… it’s ‘No-bauls… B.A.U.L.S. I think it's Scandinavian, or something like that. Kinda suits me, as I got castrated back in the joint in a fight over a pudding cup in the cafeteria. The things you can lose your nuts over. It’s fucking crazy.” “Wow, that’s quite a story. So what happened to your testicles, Eddie?” Brandon was a little disappointed that Eddie probably had no libido or the ability to produce copious amounts of semen in honour of his new employer’s phenomenal physique. He briefly considered not giving him the job, as he quite liked the idea of handpicking all the staff his new campus estate would require for it to run smoothly, and it would be an extra bonus if they each, one and all, had raging boners for Boss Brandon. “Oh they’re still down there. Prison surgeon is a genius. Well, he was until he got shivved. I can’t get it up as good as before, but I got my hobbies. I carve smaller soaps out of larger soaps. I’m pretty good at it.” Brandon tried to like Eddie, but he wasn’t ticking many boxes at this point. Cheedle was very adept at gauging what was on Brandon’s mind just by reading his expressions. And so he intervened with: “Might I be so bold as to proffer the fact that a bigger, more muscular body is going to require a lot of soap if one is to maintain acceptable levels of hygiene, sir?” “Yeah,” sighed Brandon in defeat. “I guess you can’t have too much soap. Welcome to your new life, Eddie.” About the car: Brandon was now way too big to fit into a Ferrari. He walked around it in the gravel driveway for about a minute, taking it in from different angles. He decided he hated Ferraris, and didn’t want to be near anything that would take him back to the day he almost killed his boyfriend driving one. Then something came to mind: “Say, Eddie, you didn’t happen to deliver another 458 to here, the other day, did you?” Eddie had to think. He wasn’t the brightest spark from the tinder box, not by a stretch. “Nah, that wasn’t me. I think Paulie McNally delivered that. It came from a different dealership to this one. A place over by South Northington. Owned by a gypsy guy from Europe. Weird guy with a funny large eye, so I heard.” Brandon looked at Cheedle. Cheedle looked at Brandon. This explained a lot. The first Ferrari had to be enchanted, or something. Gypsies could do that, right? This could be the reason for Brandon’s incredible growth. As if reading Brandon’s mind: “I’ll organise tracking down this dealer, sir. And we should maybe gain access to the first Ferrari, or rather what’s left of it. Your muscle-growth is clearly connected to the car accident. Perhaps it triggered something inside you.” Cheedle was so astute ninety-nine percent of the time. Eddie was keen to interject: “I heard the cops released that car over to Clem Dickerson’s junkyard. He usually gets all the unclaimed write-offs when the cops are done with ‘em.” Eddie was already proving to be useful. “Cheedle, I need that car back. ASAP. Get over to that junkyard and pay whatever you need to get it sent to my new place. Something in that car… and its gypsy supplier might explain why I’m like this.” Brandon was getting excited. But he was also in need of a snack. “I’ll send Manny, sir. His family lives in that part of town. It seems appropriate. But might I ask what you intend to do with this splendid example of overpriced vehicular opulence?” Brandon turned to Eddie. “So you need your balls to make your manhood start firing on all cylinders again, Eddie No-Balls?” “Meh, I don’t really care for that stuff no more. I got my soap. I like needlepoint, too.” “Fuck that. I’m giving you your libido back. You’ll be gay afterward, but trust me… it's fucking shit better than ploughing chicks, not that I’d know anything about that. Right… prepare to blow your fucking load!!!” Right there in the Braithwaite Mansion driveway, Brandon ripped off his rainbow-coloured thong, allowing his huge, slightly warped schlong to spring free and grow thick and long. Precum made it glisten in the outdoor sunshine. Eddie stood there, gawping. This was all new to him. Sure, he’d had more than his fair share of taking it up the ass in the joint, but that stuff was the norm in every prison. You did it for smokes, or shivs, or little bars of soap. You did what you had to. Cheedle stood there, his expression stony and devoid of interest. He was a pinnacle of professionalism and dispassionate decorum. Brandon cranked out a massive most muscular pose, and his body responded by bursting out in all directions with rock hard, super-strong muscle globes with lots of bumps and slabs and wedges; all kinds of sizes and shapes flashed across him like some kind seething globular mass. But there was nothing freakily disturbing about how he made his body burst with size and power. Every inch of the preppy, affluenza-stricken teenage hunk was the personification of youthful beauty and health. “Doing anything for you yet, Eddie No-Balls?” Brandon held the pose, snarling and making other manly noises in order to kick his masculinity up more than a few notches. “Um… hmmm, well you do look pleasing to the eye. But I dunno, bodybuilders were ten a penny back in the slammer. Not as big as you, of course, but I’m kinda desensitised to the whole muscle thing. I mean, what’s the point of wasting so much of your life pumping iron in the gym, only to lose it all eventually anyway? Feels like you missed out on a lot.” Eddie wasn’t in the mood for a debate on the subject. “What about now?” Brandon raised his right knee as high as it would go and moved the corresponding foot over the hood of the Ferrari. He jerked his cock a few times before raising that arm aloft to bend out a wrecking-ball of a bicep, which just kept getting harder and more vascular. Then he brought his right foot down to connect with the pressed aluminium hood. The foot punctured the alloy effortlessly, burying itself into the innards beneath. That engine’s combustion days were now over. “Sheeesh, man, you coulda warned me… er…boss, sir,” wailed Eddie, jumping back unexpectedly. Cheedle, in contrast, stood his ground in a most dignified and practised manner. “Heh heh… I’m just getting started. To you the skin of this sports car is made of aluminium and various pressed alloys. To me… it’s fucking tissue paper!” And to demonstrate, Brandon removed his foot and then ripped the hood off the car, exposing its damaged innards. He then proceeded to roll up the metal hood like it was the aforementioned tissue paper. Once a cigar shape had been met, Brandon nodded to his butler. “Cheedle… if you wouldn’t mind.” “Erm… are you sure this is wise, sir?” “Yeah, Cheedle. It’s fucking wise. It’s the fucking wisest thing I’ve ever come up with, short of investing my fortune in Tesla. Please… do the fucking honours!” Brandon was growing impatient. He hadn’t had anything metallic up his ass in days. He needed to be absolutely sure of the order in which he needed to eat real food, chomp on metal, then finally allow a sizable amount of it to enter his fudge factory. Brandon spread his sequoia thighs into a comfortable stance, and placed his hands down on the exposed engine of the Ferrari, assuming the optimum position for pleasure. He turned to look at Eddie, and gave him a mischievous wink. “Bet you had this done to you plenty of times in prison, No-Balls!” “Actually, the closest I got to that was trading my ass for a pack of Jolly Ranchers, via a rolled-up copy of TV Guide from 1967. Lucille Ball was on the cover, which is sorta funny in itself.” “Damn, you’re tough to crack. I’ll make you a muscle-god addict if it kills me,” Brandon vowed. “Cheedle… ram this fucker up my ass so I can grow! Grrrr!” “May I have a pay rise if I do, sir?” It was never the wrong moment to discuss a raise. “Yeah, whatever… just fucking do it!!!!” “Very good, sir!” Cheedle launched himself towards his mighty master, the aluminium lance gripped between white hot knuckles. He charged for his master, but also in salute of his native England. He ruled the moment now, but he also ruled Britannia in his mind. This was a blow for the Commonwealth, once a most powerful empire. He thought of the Queen, and suddenly Freddie Mercury came into his head, screaming: “I want to break free! I want to break FREEEEE!!!” Well, Brandon the spoilt brat had given him the means to break free from the senior Braithwaite’s employ, for which he couldn’t be more thankful. Yes, he was doing this for himself as much as for his metal-ravenous master. It all made sense in the grand scheme of things. He rammed the rolled up hood solidly into Brandon’s rippling rectum with all the reserved behaviour of a crowd of crazed shoppers bursting through the entrance to Walmart on Black Friday. Brandon’s back arched, as his ass tightened against the onslaught. He threw his head back and laughed near-maniacally. “Awwwwwwww…… so good. More… more. Harder, for fucksake!!!” “Very… unghhh….fucking….unghh… good….sir!!!!!!!!!!” Cheedle leaned his weight into the sodomisation of Brandon the behemoth bodybuilder with a newfound strength he never knew he had. It energised him and gave him new determination to meet the needs of his new master in a way he’d hitherto been incapable of comprehending. “Again… again!!! Put enough metal in there so my colon can pick up police radio. Don’t fucking stop. Grrrrr!” Cheedle put every ounce of strength he had into carrying out Brandon’s command. He counted in his head how many times the bodybuilder muscle-god allowed the metal to hump the shit out of him. When he reached forty-eight humps, he had to quit from pure exhaustion. He removed the rolled-up hood and allowed it to clank to the ground. “Sorry, sir… it may be made of a very light metal, but I’m afraid it’s gotten the better of me. One needs to catch one's breath.” The years were definitely catching up with Cheedle. Brandon got up from the car. He turned to face his loyal butler. He looked down at the rolled up hood on the ground, some of which was slick and moist from his internal juices. “Damn, it’s intact. Not like the drip stand at the hospital. My ass devoured most of that and it made me grow. Maybe I need to eat some metal before I allow metal up my ass.” At least Brandon was learning about how his power worked. There was a certain order to it. He diverted his attention back to Eddie. “Lucille Ball, huh? Fuck, you’ve suffered enough.” And with one final “Fuck You!” to his parents, Brandon lifted the 3,500+ lb sports car up off the driveway, and raised it over his head like it was a shopping basket. He used every muscle in his body like a coiled spring, releasing incredible energy that allowed him to send the entire car soaring upward. Not that he’d actually been aiming for anything in particular, but the car came crashing down through the sprawling veranda in the middle of the mansion’s upper floor. The car crashed through the glass doors to the master bedroom, completely levelling Ralph and Allegra’s marital suite. Not that either of them actually used it much. The naked muscle-man left his parent’s estate… in something of a state. He could have done a fuck-load more damage, but he was content to call it quits by flinging a car. It was time for new beginnings… and new adventures.
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  22. This journal is property of Rhys Cullen. March 5th: So the doctor told me to start this journal to record my thoughts and any physical changes or side effects while working for UBI. Oh right! I should probably start from the beginning. You can say that I've been "blessed" my whole life, I'm normal looking enough and rarely go to the gym (though I still make sure to keep myself in decent shape otherwise) but I've had one thing going for me since puberty hit me like a god damned pallet of bricks. I'm hung, like wearing sweat pants could get me an indecent exposure arrest level of hung. While I'm not at that mythical foot long dong level I'm close enough at a nice, and very thick, eleven inches. My dick is so fucking massive I swear guys could taste me when I top them. Funny enough though Saturday night when I was out at the club I was "scouted" while taking a piss. Some guy got really chummy with me and I thought he wanted to touch it or maybe a quick lay but all he did was give me a business card to some fucking supplement company I've never heard of and said that I'll be "Very well taken care of and paid well if I can prove I'm not just all dick." Needless to say I was tempted to throw the card away but I was intrigued by some easy money. Come this morning, Monday, I took time off work for a "medical appointment" and went to the address on the card where I was met with a somewhat pretentious looking ass office building. The inside wasn't much better but hey at least the buff guy at the front desk was cute. I had to putz about for a bit on my phone before they had me ushered into some medical exam room. A very built doctor greeted me as I entered the room and introduced himself as "Dr. Stephen Carey but you can just call me Stephen and I'll carry this conversation." before he slapped me on the back a lot harder than I bet he meant to while laughing at his own "joke." When he was done amusing himself he immediately had me strip down to nothing. Usually when someone sees The Legend I get a gasp or maybe even some fear of what damage it could do but Stephen just let out a small whistle before fondling my balls before saying they could use some more bulk though. I god damned promise you those bad boys are fucking massive just like my dick and was about to say something to him before he continued. "Oh don't get me wrong they are very nice Mr. Cullen those are some very nice goose eggs you have there but for our purposes we're going to need something with a lot more heft." He held up a hand to stop me from saying something as he continued, "Allow me to explain exactly what you're here for and what our intentions are. You see, some of our most in demand and potent supplement use some....'natural' ingredients and processes to make them and I'm sure you can guess where I'm going here. What we need and what we are going to do if you sign up for this is a steady and very plentiful need of cum, but not any old cum Mr. Cullen. It was found out pretty quickly that another one of our supplements once administered temporarily alters a man's cum for a time into a very powerful catalyst that can be used to make our corner stone supplements, namely those that cause you to grow muscle at an exponential rate. First we give you a separate drug which will increase your already extremely impressive balls to a size and potency that will be able to keep up with our demands. Once we get your boys upgraded to men once a week you'll come here and we administer that supplement I was talking about causing those bad boys, and everything they have in them, to produce a pure form of that catalyst which we will....harvest from you." "Wait, what the fuck do you mean by harvest?" I asked him but he stopped me by bringing out a machine I could immediately guess the purpose of. "We put you into this bad boy here and let you have your fun until you've got nothing left to give, pay you, and do it all over again the next week. To put it simply your dick is a straw and your balls are a Capri Sun drink dry once a week, pay you for it, and pay you even more for it depending on how much you produce. So if you agree to to this I'd highly suggest you abstain until your milking session to get the most bang for your buck. Keep at it long enough and this 'quick buck' I'm sure you're thinking this is going to be will pay more and have greater benefits than any job I you'll have. We are very interested in making sure our 'donors' are in tip top shape and have every need met." Dr. Carey looked at me to gauge if I was interested or not and well....I sure as fuck surprised him with my response. I came. I fucking came all over him and the office like a god damned fire hose. I found out something about myself I never knew, ruined his clothes, and had a new job in one fell swoop. After I made a mess I had to sign some paper work and set up a way for them to pay me before Dr. Carey gave me a shot in each of my big balls (yes I'm still annoyed by him calling them small). It hurt like hell but my dick was so hard the entire time and the bastard even gave me a lollipop after before sending me home haha. What ever, if anything happens I'll write about it but otherwise I'm leaving this thing alone until my first "session" with the doctor. March 7th: Holy fucking Christ. No you fucking don't get it. Ho. Ly. Fuck. Ing. Christ. So...yeah. Yesterday? Nothing. My balls still felt a bit sore from the shot on Monday but nothing else. Fucking today though? Holy fucking Christ! My balls were sore but they were sore for a whole different fucking reason. I woke up and felt...off, like there was a dead ass weight attached to my dick and I was, understandably, worried. I threw off my sheets and well...I can see what Carey meant by my "goose eggs" not being enough. That fucking shot did exactly what he said it would but it did its job like it was a fucking personal vendetta against me. Now my big ass balls were pretty fucking big, the doctor called them goose eggs and that is pretty much a literal description, but these things? Each ball was the size of the entire bulge of a porn star and both of these fuckers together were so fucking big to look cartoonish even next to my almost foot long dong. Fuck, the only reason they weren't totally like some fucking smut cartoon bullshit level of insanity was because my dick was so big. To put it plainly there was no god damned fucking way I could hide these things and I'm pretty sure I needed to buy some custom tailored....everything. The worst thing though? I'm a horny bastard. I've always been a fucking total horn dog and even if I don't hook up with someone I fucking have to get off multiple times a day but today? Well there is a difference between a need and a NEED and these fucked NEEDED constant attention all fucking day today. I had to jack off so much and ruin so many towels, bed sheets, tissues, or anything in range for me to try and minimize damage to little effect. Christ, I need to jack off again. I'll write later if I don't have my dick in my hand all day again. March 8th: Oh Christ, they got a little bit bigger and I've been on edge all day need to get off but I need to hold off till tomorrow when I have my first "session." March 9th: You can't see it (because you're a fucking journal) but I'm holding up an imaginary cigarette after my "session" with Dr. Carey. I left early from my shitty ass job for another "medical appointment." I got to the exam room and could already guessed what I need to do and stripped while waiting for Carey. I kept stamping my foot and tried to distract myself from jacking off then and there as even after a day of holding off I could feel these baseballs hanging from me boiling over just waiting ruin someone's face or clothes. This time when Carey saw me his whistle was genuine (fucking better be impressed this time) before he began his examination. My "men" as he called them were in tip top health, though still sensitive still, and of a very impressive size that was worthy of the dick they're attached to. He rolled out the milking machine, as he called it, before reasserting the process, giving me that shot he mentioned, and then hooking me up to it. His little joke about the straw and Capri Sun turned out not to be a joke at all. I'd been ranging from semi-hard to raging pissed off angry hard on all fucking day but the moment he turned on that machine? Holy shit man. Any blood I had in my fucking body that wasn't keeping me alive went straight to my dick as this fucking thing sucked at me with a force of a thousand thousand attention starved daddy issue laden twink bottoms. I went of like a god damned rocket in less than a minute and gain within another minute and again soon after. I came, then I cam, then I came, then I spewed, ejaculated, sprayed baby batter, and every fucking euphemism you can think of time and time again until finally after over a hour I was finally dry. Carey had left the room so I had to wait a bit as the machine still kept trying to get more from a stone as I had multiple dry, and still very fun, orgasms. Empty as I was my dick was still hard and begging for more but the doctor knew better, again he let out a sincere whistle as he saw my output showing well over a god damned gallon of the pure form of what ever this miracle drug was. He gave me some time to get the feeling back into my legs before giving me a check and saying a simple "See ya next week!" March 10th: I thought my dick would be done for after yesterday but nope, like always the first thing I felt was a primal hunger to shoot my seed everywhere the moment I woke up. Also I'd neglected to say anything as there was no reason to but Carey told me to start recording my weight for some reason and I'm up a pound, I sure as hell though I'd lost weight after my milking session yesterday but here I am up one. What ever. I'm going to enjoy my weekend. March 11: Horny as hell and up another pound. March 12: Had to take multiple wank breaks at work and up another pound. March 13: Another pound and fucking Christ I need to do something to distract myself from jacking off so I can get paid. March 14: Another pound, horny as hell, and I bought a gym membership. Maybe if I distract or tire myself out at the gym I keep my dick out of my hand (or another bottoms unfortunate ass) before I cum away my pay day. March 15: Ok, running isn't enough so weightlifting it is. Another pound gained and now my clothes are little tighter....I thought Carey said the drug wouldn't do anything to me asides from the balls or these fucking baseballs in my pants to blame? Oh who the fuck cares. I could stand to gain some bulk anyways but if this keeps up at this rate I'm going to need to go up a size in, well, everything. Tomorrow is my second milking session, second pay day, and I did the best I could to try and store up for it. Maybe I should bring up my weight gain to Carey....or maybe fuck it.
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  23. CHAPTER 15 Monolithic. That is the only word that describes the two male appendages that bob heavily at my eye level. Even after just passing out from Grif and Oz’s sheer masculinity, I can feel my heart racing again. I’m sitting on my kitchen chair, legs still wobbly, and my roommates are so damn big and tall that their hard dicks are still at eye level with me. Oz looks down at me with a warm smile, “Whatever you want to do, Rory, go for it. You deserve your reward however you want it.” Tentatively I reach out my right hand and place it on Oz’s turgid dick. We both gasp when I make contact and his dick jumps from a surprise kegel, bouncing even higher. I look up into Oz’s eyes and he nonverbally tells me to go ahead. I then use my other hand and start stroking up and down his massive meat. It’s so thick that I almost need both of my hands to wrap around it at this thickest. “Ohhhh fuck, Rory, you got some great little hands.” After a couple of minutes Oz stops me. “Now, I know mine is bigger, but don’t forget our bro, Grif. His big jock dick needs your hands too.” Grif steps toward me smiling and thrusts his own megacock with a jocular butt flex. I can hear Grif breathing hard, excited for the handjob he’s about to get. I reach over and place my hands on Grif’s dick and I actually do need both hands to completely encircle the monster! It’s now Grif’s turn to moan as he looks down at me. “Oh fuck! That’s so fucking hot, Rory. Oh my god, check it out Oz. Rory’s little hands on my cock makes it look even BIGGER!” “Shit, you’re right, Grif,” Oz replies. “Rory, hold your hand up to mine.” I place my hand flat against Oz’s and the size difference is staggering. With my palm at the base of his palm, my finger tips don’t even reach halfway up his own fingers. “Hey Grif, you’ll like this, grab your own dick with your two hands.” Grif complies, easily able to double fist his massive member. “Now, Rory, you do the same on Grif.” After Grif lets go, I place one hand at the base of his dick with the other next to it...and there are still inches of shaft left uncovered. I feel Grif’s dick swell and flex in my hands. He moans at the sight, “HOLY FUCK! Rory could TRIPLE FIST MY HUGE MUSCLE DICK! THAT’S SO FUCKING HOT!” I then take my lower fist and move past my second one further up his cock to provie it…and there is even a little more dick to go! I look back up at Grif’s face, past his heaving pecs. “Look at that Grif, you’re so massively hung that I would need about three and half of my hands to cover your titanic dick. You like that big dude?” “Oh shit, Rory, talk like that is gonna make me blow soon.” Grif’d excitement now has him pumping out tons of precum, which I use to slick up his shaft as I stroke him up and down. I take one hand away and reach down and grab Grif huge nuts. “FUUUUUCK Rory!” Grif sighs and his eyes roll back. I fondle the tennis-ball sized testicles making him shudder. But, I can’t leave my other giant out of the fun. Once I’m satisfied I’ve edged Grif, I move over and repeat the process with Oz. “Ohhhhhh. Wow, Grif, you’re right,” Oz says as I play with him. “Look how long his strokes are with those tiny hands. You’re practically getting a workout stroking that huge muscle cock, aren’t you?” “Best workout I’ve ever had. Fuck, Oz, your cock is so long. It’s so big, the veins are fucking huge, I can easily feel your dick veins on my palm. And all that precum and your own huge nuts pumping out so much testosterone, you’re such a real MAN.” “Ohh you’re making me feel so good, Rory. So good and so… …gigantic. You make me feel so fucking big.” “You are BIG, Oz! Fuck just how big are these things??” Since we had just measured their heights, I reach over and grab the measuring tape. “I have to know,” I say as both Oz and Grif chuckle. I run the tape along Grif first. “Grif, last time I measured you were 7.5”, is that right?” Grif smirks, “Aww, little guy. Did you memorize my dick size?” I blush deeply but Grif reaches out and rubs my head. “Yeah, you’re right, little dude. It’s way bigger now. Go ahead.” “Gif, you’ve gained two inches!!! Just a hair under nine and half! Fuck!” Grif’s cock again swells from the revelation growing fatter and harder in my grip. I wrap the tape around the thickest part near the base. “And 7.5 inches in girth! No wonder my hands look so tiny on it, Grif, your hung as fuck!” “Damn right I am little Rory. A real TITAN.” “Now do me,” Oz demands. “Let’s see how fucking huge this monster is.” “Do this girth first though,” Grif requests. I wrap the tape around Oz’s and pull it tight. “Oz is right at 7.0” in girth.” Grif smirks at Oz. “Guess I’m thicker, bro.” Oz smirks back, “Sure, man. Take your little victory But let’s see how long this beast is.” I gasp as I tape Oz’s dick. Fuck, there are so many inches! “Oz’s dick is 10 and three quarters long!” Oz’s dick burps out another large glob of pre as he moans at the revelation. “Fuck yeah. A true double-digit mega cock. I love having a huge fucking dick. It’s so much bigger than the average man.” He looks at Grif smugly. “I mean, Grif you’ve got a huge dick but I’ve got over an INCH in length on you! It’s no wonder I wreck so many pussies.” I drop the tape and grab both Oz and Grif’s cocks with one hand, Oz at my left, Grif at my right. I double fist them with my tiny hands with the intention of finishing them off. I look up at my towering, godlike, bodybuilding roommates. Past their stupendous abs, over their protruding pecs, back and forth at their handsome faces. “You are both so fucking enormous. Look at how your cocks dwarf my hands, big guys. It’s a good thing your huge bull balls can pump out so much pre, I need it all to keep such big and thick dicks all slicked up. Your huge balls pump out more testosterone and pre than an entire football team.” “Oh shit yeah, Rory, I love talk like that,” Grif whispers. I continue pumping each arm, in fact getting a residual pump in my own little biceps and triceps. “You guys are so muscular, it’s insane. All those huge rippling muscles, all that power and strength. And so fucking TALL. Making even regular tall guys look like skinny runts. You tower over football players. You make basketball players look sickly and weak.” Suddenly I get an impossible urge, there’s no way I can resist. I first lean forward, open my jaw as wide as I can and suck in Oz’s cockhead. “OH FUCKKKKK!” Oz belows as I cram as much of his long dick into my mouth as I can. He’s so huge I can only get his head and maybe another inch or two down, but I don’t care. He tastes like everything I could imagine. Pure masculine power. I suck up the pre and moan, the vibrations causing Oz’s massive body to tremble. After a couple minutes I lean back and take a breath, feeling relief in my jaw. I look up to Grif who has a pleading look in his eyes. Who am I to deny him. It’s then his turn. My mouth and throat feel stretched to the limit from his incredible girth. He too trembles and spasms as I suck as much of his dick as I can. Unfortunately for Rory and Grif, getting deepthroated may be a thing of the past. But I don’t think they would trade the problem of being too huge for anything. “Oh, fuck, that’s so hot,” Grif says. You’ve got a great mouth, little dude. Our little dude. Oh fuck I’m so close.” “Me too,” Oz pants. I double my speed and effort as I fist each huge cock. Intermittently leaning forward to slip my tongue in their slits or kiss their huge cock heads or give them a quick sloppy suck. Grif starts to step back, “Oh fuck I’m gonna blow!” I grip hard on his dick, holding him in place. I look Grif in the eyes, “blow on me Grif, I want it.” “OH FUCK LITTLE MAN, HERE IT COMES!” Rope after rope after rope of Grif jizz spurts at me, hitting my face, my chest, my stomach. It’s all over me. Oz suddenly bellows, “OH FUCK YOU’RE DRENCHING HIM BRO, THAT’S SO HOT, MY TURNNNN!” Oz’s yogurt slinger joins the fun. While Grif’s dick erupts long ropes of jizz, Oz spurts out huge globs, none after the other. Oz blasts me all over. Fuck, there is just so much cum between them! Though it makes sense with those huge nuts of theirs. While Oz is spurting Grif’s is STILL releasing his own ropes of manly essence. I feel absolutely disgusting, but in a good way as I’m covered in muscle juice. I feel like a formerly blank canvas that an abstract artist has just decided to throw paint at. Both Grif and Oz finish, their massive pecs heaving up and down while sighing loudly. “Shit, Rory, we fucking soaked you in our jizz,” Oz says. “Sorry about that.” “Don’t be sorry.” With my finger I taste some more of their testosterone. “You guys taste good.” “Wow, that was a huge load,” Grif adds. “All that size talk really got my balls churning. I just love being muscular and tall and hung.” “Same,” Oz affirms. The three of us stare at each other, coming down from our high and realizing the absurdity of the situation. Oz grabs a kitchen towel and starts to wipe up his mess. “Why don’t you go take a shower, Rory. We’ll clean up in here.” Grif chuckles, “Yeah, you’re gonna have to take a long shower to get all that off.” + Life sure was interesting living with two bodybuilding titans. Unsurprisingly, as Grif and Oz grew they attracted more and more attention and drew some hilarious reactions. Oz, Grif and I are shopping for groceries when I had a thought. “Hey guys, I’m going to get a separate shopping cart and follow you guys around. I’m going to record the reactions you get.” Grif loves the idea, “Little dude, that’s hilarious! Yeah man film it. I can post it to my socials later too.” “It would be kinda cool to see how huge we really look among the crowds of little people,” Oz adds. “Trust me, you guys look insanely huge. Tall and wide. You realize that when you guys walk side-by-side you literally take up the entire width of the aisle.” They both shrug and smile. “Then they should make these places so that they can accommodate REAL men,” Grif says. I try not to snicker as I follow about 20 ft behind the giants. Their width can not be understated. They are so freaking broad though the upper back and shoulders and it tapers to an insanely small waist for such giant guys. While Oz is wearing a tight black compression shirt, Grif is wearing a stringer tank which really accentuates his V-taper. Most of his lats are exposed and flare out WIDE over the lower portion of the shirt that is snug around his tight waist. Both are wearing shorts that struggle to contain their mighty quads and as I follow along I get to watch their volleyball-sized calves flex hypnotically as they walk. Of course, I couldn’t ignore the fact that just two days ago they both bought new size TWENTY shoes. Shoes that are so huge and with soles so thick to withstand their muscular mass, that their height was probably boosted by an extra inch compared to us with normal shoe sizes. The best is when people don’t see the giants coming. As Grif or Oz walk by though, it’s unmistakable for them to feel a presence of size. Like you just know that something big is close by but you can’t see it yet. Then the people finally turn and look up…WAY UP at the towering muscle men and their jaws fall open in shock. Some look on in lust. And on MANY I see fear. Especially from the men, who know that they are quickly relegated even further down the totem pole of manhood. You can practically feel their dicks and balls shrivel up as they gaze upon hundreds of pounds of tanned, veiny muscle mass at a height they can’t comprehend. And of course, Oz and Grif’s unmistakable bulges further emasculate the little men in the area. After our little session the other day, the boys let me measure their softies too. Grif is a solid 7.0” soft while Grif is 8.0” soft, both inches bigger than a normal man's erect dick. Such huge soft swinging dicks create massive unhideable bugles in their shorts. I especially get a kick when Grif or Oz walk by a little old lady. The little grandmas who are barely 5 ft tall. They are so tiny that they are eye level with Grif and Oz’s belly buttons. I imagine how that must feel. I at least reach their pecs…but I realize that Grif and Oz could still keep growing and that someday MY eye level could be even with their belly buttons…a fact that scares and excites me all the same. Of course, there are some brave souls who approach the two giants and Grif and Oz, personable as they both are, are happy to chat and show off. A gaggle of college girls surround the guys and pepper them with questions. Of course “How tall are you?” is always the first. Grif and Oz playfully bend over and flex for the squealing girls. One well-endowed girl screams in delight when both Oz and Grif start bouncing their pecs for her. She reaches up and feels their pecs as they do. “OH MY GAWD! Their chest muscles are way heavier than my own boobs!” Pretty much every girl slips a piece of paper into their tight shorts. I’m sure a couple of them take their time in those pockets and cop a feel of the massive trouser snakes too, judging from Oz and Grif’s reactions. At one point a tall gym rat dude walks over. He’s in great shape, looks to be about 30 or so. Looks like he may have done some bodybuilding in the past but looks a little softer now. Normally he’d be huge, being about 6’3 or 6’4 with his thick strong build. “Hey, you are the guys on the billboard! Holy shit, I thought they were exaggerating your size in that picture. You guys really are giants!” “Thanks man, over 7 ft of bodybuilder mass right here,” Oz says as he flexes his biceps. “Wow,” the lifter says. “I’m a pretty big guy myself, but even if you were my height your muscle mass would still blow me away. And then the fact that you’re 7 feet tall! Shit, I may give up, you guys WIN!” Grif busts out laughing, “Naw man, don’t give up. Just get as big as you can. That’s what we’re doing. Still growing!” The littler bodybuilder agrees, “I hear ya big dude. Gotta keep those muscles growing.” Grif smirks and steps up to the little guy, “Muscles and HEIGHT dude. We’re still growing TALLER too!” The shorter gym rat stands back and stammers. “You…you’re shitting me. You're still growing TALLER too?” “Yep! I grew a couple of inches in the last month in fact. Pretty cool, huh?” “Holy fuck, that is so unfair,” Suddenly I can see the guys’ confidence is totally shattered. Like some of the men earlier who were suddenly emasculated by Grif and Oz’s powerful existence. “You’re already so muscular and so tall.” “Yep and I want to get TALLER!” Grif puffs out his huge chest and smiles brightly. “But they little man, don’t compare yourself to us. We just have different genes. Some would say better genes, superior genes. But you keep lifting hard you’ll grow some in your own way, little buddy! Hey! You should join our gym, it’s a great place for getting HUGE as you can see on us. BOOM!” Oz and Grif quickly throw up both arms in a double biceps pose, smirking down at the smaller bodybuilder. “Ye…yeah man, I might do that. Uh…it was nice meeting you guys. Take care.” And with that the little man slunk off. I can’t help but snicker at the entire encounter. It’s probably the only time in his life that (formerly) tall bodybuilder has ever felt so small. + As I descend the stairs, full laundry basket in tow, I can hear thumping music coming from Oz’s room. Grif is out with his other friends. In the laundry room I see the washer is full of clothes. I take just a second to pull out a jockstrap and marvel at the size of the pouch before replacing and going to find Oz chilling in his computer chair.. “Hey man, can I have you move your laundry over the dryer? I’ve got a date with Regis and I need to do a load. “Oh shit, sure thing boss. Where’s he been, I haven’t seen him in a while.” “Well, he…um doesn’t like to come over here.” Oz scoffs, “I don’t know what his problem with us is. We’re just big, that’s all.” Oz then stands up and I gaze up at his smoldering face…only inches from the ceiling. “Shit, Oz. You’re going to outgrow my basement.” Oz looks up and grins. “Yeah, the ceilings down here are getting kinda low. Wanna see something cool? Watch this.” Suddenly Oz starts to slowly rise. He is flexing his massive calves and rising to stand on his tip toes. As I look up at him with that sexy smirk, suddenly I hear a faint ‘thunk’. “There it is.” Oz says smugly. While up on his toes his head is pressed against the 7’6 ceiling. “Holy fuck, Oz. That’s incredible, you’re so fucking tall.” “And I’m not even fully on my tip toes! I could probably rise up another inch if this little ceiling weren't in the way.” Oz flexes his calves harder, pressing into the ceiling even more, slightly forcing his head forward. “Jees, Oz, don’t press your head through my ceiling,” I joke. Oz’s eyes focus intensely on me. “Oh man, Rory, could you imagine? Imagine if you were upstairs on your couch watching TV. Suddenly you feel the floor tremble. The carpet starts to push upward in the middle of your living room. You hear your floorboards creak and groan. You hear wood snapping and with a crash my huge sexy head pops up through your floor, scaring you. I rise taller and taller, my chin emerges, then my neck, then my huge traps and shoulders make the hole in your floor triple in size as I grow through your tiny house. Soon my huge pecs emerge and I can finally bring my arms up and FLEX them for you. All the while my fleet are flat on the floor down here in my room!” Oz brings his arms up and flexes for real, though his fists crash against the ceiling like his head did. Oz stares at me intently as I watch him eyes wide in silent lust. He holds the smirk and pose longer than he should, before laughing and lowering his arms, enjoying my reaction. “Haha that would be awesome, wouldn’t it, Rory.” “Uh…erm,” I stammer. “Yeah. Shit you’d be like 12 feet tall at that point.” Oz grins and steps right up to me, forcing me to crane my head straight up. He bounces his heaving lower just above my eye level, “Seems like a good size to me. I’ll go move my clothes for ya, little buddy.” + “Someone got another package!” I yell after bringing in the cardboard box. “Oz, this one yours?” I ask to the lazing giant spread out on my couch. “Don’t think so, must be Grif’s” “GRIFFY! Another package for you!” I shout down the stairs after bringing in the delivery. Grif and Oz have both been getting tons of packages lately. “Cooooooming!” Grif shouts back in a sing-song voice, though much more basso profundo than alto. “Yes! More clothes, just what I needed.” “More clothes?” “YEAH!” Grif says with a grin. “I keep outgrowing my old ones.” “I guess that makes sense. You guys have gone through so many clothes. How are you affording this?” “Sponsorhips!” Grif says enthusiastically. I raise my eyebrow skeptically “Sponsorships?” “Yeah Rory. Through my social media posts I’ve been contacted by several supplement and gym clothing companies.” “Yep,” Oz adds from the living room. “Me too.” “And they send you free stuff?” “Haha yeah,” Grif looks down bashfully. “Perk of being so huge and hot, I guess. All I have to do is tag the companies in my posts and they send me stuff. My instagram pics have been exploding lately. I guess it’s super rare for such a crazy tall guy to be so jacked and handsome. Apparently I really stand out.” I roll my eyes, though he’s not wrong. Grif and Oz were already becoming somewhat of local celebrities with their size and the gym billboards, but now the outside world was beginning to take notice. “And this all came through your Instagram?” I take out my phone and swipe to the app. “Yeah, mostly.” Oz, who has been listening in asks, “But have you had a photo shoot scheduled yet? Because I got one in two weeks! I’m getting paid for it too!” Holy shit. I would love to be at that photoshoot of Oz. Now he’s modeling. Which, I always thought he could, even when he was much smaller. Grif scoffs, “As a matter of fact, Mr. Cocky-shit, I’ve had two bodybuilding photographers reach out but we haven’t set anything up yet.” I have instagram though I don’t use it very often, it’s probably been over a month since I last opened it. I find Grif’s profile. “OH MY GOD, GRIF! You have 128,000 followers???” Grif smiles brightly, proud as fuck. “YEP! And growing every day?” “You or your followers,” I ask. Grif turns and flexes an enormous triceps in my face. “BOTH, little man.” I quickly scan Grif’s page. He has tons of pics and video clips of him lifting and flexing. About 75% are shirtless of course. He has thousands of likes. I see a clip from the video I took of him and Oz at the supermarket a couple of weeks ago, it’s one of his most popular posts. In the comments people can’t believe their size. Some think it’s fake or a camera trick. I see Oz’s account tagged and open it up. “Sheesh! And Oz has 102,000 followers!” Grif busts out laughing, “HAHA! Not as popular as me! Guess I’m hotter than Ozzy! “Fuck off!” Oz bellows. “Only because you post like four times a day. I go for quality over quantity.” Grif fakes concern, “Aww, poor Oz. Don’t be jealous that I have so many more followers. I guess I really am BIGGER than you.” “You’re insufferable, you know that.” “Insufferable yet GIGANTIC!” + “Regis, can’t you come over here tonight? Oz and Grif are both gone. Oz will probably stay spend the night the night with some chick and Grif is with his buds so if he comes home at all it will be like after 3am.” “Rory, honey, we’ve been over this. I don’t like your place.” “Regis, this is my own house! You live above that stoner and your place constantly smells like weed. Not to mention his weird tribal bongo music he plays.” “Let’s go on our date first, then we can decide.” I sigh, knowing that what will be decided will be going back to his place, yet again. Something that is confirmed after our movie. Regis can tell that I’m a bit annoyed with him as we sit cuddling on his couch. I can hear a faint “donka-donka-donka” coming from the hippie downstairs. “What’s the matter, Rory?” “It’s just this would be a lot more romantic at my empty house without the distraction.” “I’m sorry. I just.” “Why are you so afraid of my roommates?” Regis looks at me defensively. “Oh so you think I’m AFRAID of them? Why because I’m so SMALL?” I sigh. Regis, I’m the same size as you. You’re actually a little taller than me. It doesn’t bother me.” “I would come over if you ask them to move out.” I can’t help but chuckle. “I’m not just going to suddenly ask them to move out. Does that mean you would move in with me if I do?” Regis stares at me hesitantly, not saying anything. But his hesitation speaks volumes. “Ah, so you can’t commit to moving in but you want me to kick two of my good friends who are also pay half my mortgage.” “Rory…” “I’m going to head home, Regis. You can enjoy the sounds of bongo boy below. Call me when you’re ready.” + “I can’t believe it’s almost May, dudes, “Grif says as he ducks into the Five Guys burger joint. “This year is flying by!” “I do love the warmer weather though,” Oz says following behind, ducking even further into the restaurant. And both giants sure are taking advantage of the warm up. With the temperature approaching 80 both are wearing gym shorts and flip flops, and sleeveless shirts up top, exposing their bodybuilder arms for all of us. With Oz in his aviator sunglasses he looks like the most jacked up bulging magazine model ever. Grif’s blond hair is just slightly grown out making him look like an overly muscled surfer beach boy. Grif is bouncing like a puppy. “Oh man I love cheat meal day! I’m so excited to wolf down four burgers and all those fries.” “Four burgers now?” I ask. “Last time we came it was three.” Grif smirks, “Well yeah it WAS three. But I’m a growing boy! Closing in on 475 lbs!” Once inside Grif and Oz get peppered with the typical questions from the shocked staff at the burger joint (How tall are you guys? Do you play football? Basketball?, etc.). We sit down and chow down. It’s always a sight to watch the two giants eat. Grif gets four burgers and two fries while Oz gets three burgers but three orders of fries. Not surprisingly, they both finish while I can’t even finish my single order. Grif and Oz help me pick off that last of my own fries. Oz leans back and pats his bulging stomach. “OOOF! I do love cheat meal day too. Though I hate how it makes me fat.” I groan obnoxiously loud. “Oh yeah, as if you could ever get fat.” Oz grins and pulls up his shirt for me. His stomach is bulging outward with a food baby, but his abs are still deeply cut and defined. And he’s not even flexing him. His abs are unreal. As we get up and leave I notice something and stop Grif. “Hey Grif!” He stops and looks at me near the door. “Look at the height stick.” Grif turns and looks at the height stick, stepping right up to it. “Grif! If that thing is accurate you’ve gotta be over 7 ft tall now! Grif is wearing flip flops, but even then he’s a good one to two inches taller than the 7 ft mark. “I think he’s right, Grif.” Oz says and steps up to it as well. He’s still a couple of inches taller than Grif. Shit, he might be like 7’3 now! Grif is clearly exciting. “We gotta get home and check, dudes. I’m going to be so pissed if this thing is off.” Back home in the kitchen Grif leaps into the air. He lands with a massive THUD shaking every appliance in my kitchen. “Easy Grif, you’re going to stomp through my floor!” “HAHA Maybe with as fast as I’m GROWING, little Rory. Good thing you have vaulted ceilings up here otherwise I couldn’t jump like I just did. I’m just too TALL! We’ve just measured and confirmed he’s 7 ft 1. 7 ft 1 and HALF to be exact. Oz claps for his rivalbro. “Welcome to the seven footer club. It was getting annoying being the ONLY REAL giant in here.” For good measure, we also tape Oz at an astonishing 7 ft 4!!. My hands are shaking after I take the measurement. “Jesus, you guys just aren't slowing down at all.” “NOPE!” Grif shouts and flexes. “And I hope we NEVER stop! OOO! Rory, you’ve got the tape. Let’s take ALL my measurements! I’m going to need to send them to my clothing sponsor anyways. Gonna need some new BIGGER clothes again real soon! Fuck I hope I never stop growing. Wider and taller, taller and wider. I LOVE IT!” Grif yanks off his shirt and gym shorts and is standing there with just some very stylish black WEM brand underwear. They look like Calvin Klein hip briefs…but with a much bigger pouch in front, needed for all that cock he’s carrying. “C’mon Oz, you’re gonna need new clothes too. Your legs and ass were about to burst out of those shorts you were wearing today.” “That’s true, good idea.” Oz too strips down to just his underwear as well. Like Grif, he is also wearing the same brand, only he is wearing white, which looks stupendous against his darker, tanned rippling muscles. And that hefty, hefty bulge is just…OOF! “Ok, let’s get the majors. Let’s start with the quads. Here’s the tape, Rory, go for it.” I grab the tape and first wrap them around Oz’s quad. It feels like I’m hugging a warm roman column as I reach my shorter arms around it, trying to avoid that massive bulge. My arm grazes against it and Oz chuckles. I look up at him peering down at me from over his pecs. “Sorry about that, Oz.” “It’s ok, Boss. Trust me, I know how that thing gets in the way. I have to stuff it in my jeans everyday,” he says with a wink. Oz flexes his quad which then explodes into cords and cables of muscle covered in crisscrossing veins, “Wow,” I mutter. “Oz your quads are 41 inches around!” “Fucking monster quads, bro. Now do me!” Grif asks. “Grif, your wheels are just a hair over 40 inches.” “Looks like I got you beat on the quads, Grif,” Oz says with a grin. Grif shrugs, “Yeah for sure that extra 2.5 inches of height helps you there. Still FORTY fucking’ inches of quad muscle! Fuck yeah! We’re HUUUUGE! I wonder…” Suddenly Grif’s massive hands grab me, he forces my hands up and grabs the tape from me. “HAHA, check it bros! Rory’s chest is just 39 inches. Our legs are BIGGER than his chest!” Fuck. They are so huge. I turn again to look at the giants as they shake and flex their quads for me, each other and themselves. Just admiring the perfect legs. Whoever said tall guys can’t grow big legs have obviously never met Grif or Oz. Quads that are so wide, so thick, so enormous it's hard to fathom. The knowledge that they are walking around with a normal man’s chest-size legs makes me tremble. “Now do our pecs! We’ll probably have to help you do this one, little buddy.” Grif stands behind Oz and holds the tape along his upper back. “Fucking wide as well lats, Oz. Geez these wings are insane.” “Thanks muscle bro.” Oz then looks down at me, slightly lifting his arms so I can pull the tape tight before dropping them making his pecs push forward. Oz grins as he sees my hands shaking, knowing I’m excited to find the number “My huge pecs are gonna blow you away, dude. Each one is alreay bigger than you head! Man, I feel so WIDE seeing your slim but tight body right in front of me. Look at this! My chest alone is already wider than your shoulders, Rory. It’s crazy!” “You know what else is crazy, Oz. How about 74 fucking inches of chest.” “DAMMMNNNNN,” Grif lets his wonder be known. “Now that is fucking shirt-stretching chest! My turn!” We take our positions with Oz and Grif reversing. Grif now sees what Oz saw. “Fuck, you’re right Oz. I never noticed just how much WIDER and more BROAD I am than Rory. And he’s a fit little guy. But you’re right! His shoulders don’t even extend past my pec muscles! That’s amazing!” Grif starts to bounce his pecs and I feel his pec meat crash against my hands. It's sensual and exciting and hot as hell, but detrimental to our process. “You’re gonna have to stop that,” I admonish. “Haha sorry man. I just have so much PEC MEAT to flex and bounce! It’s so fun.” “Well trust me I like it too. Fuck… But you’ll also like that you have a 76 inch chest!” Suddenly I see Oz’s big hands reach around Grif and grab his pecs. “Fuck dude, you got the biggest tits I’ve ever felt!” he jokes. “But I know it’s all muscle. You’ve even got a bigger chest than me!” “FUCK YEAH! GRRRR!” Grif crunches down into a most muscular pose and his pecs erupt toward my face. The two half-globes of muscle crash into each creating a deep slot canyon of muscle in the crease of the chest. You could easily hide one of those oversized Sharpie pens in there!” I’m in muscle worshipper’s heaven as I take stats that don’t even seem humanly possible. I’m a stats guy, these stats are insane. Even if my roommates were only 6 ft tall, they would have legit pro-sizes proportions. Maybe not yet the size of the Olympia winners…yet…but still freaking gigantic. Now it’s my turn to dictate. “Ok guys show me those fucking GUNS.” I need to know. Grif gives me an evil smirk. “Yeah, Rory? You want to see some big fucking biceps, huh?” Grif starts to slowly flex his arms at his side, pumping them bigger and bigger. “Look at these monster arms. Most guys can only dream of having biceps as huge as this. I can curl more than most guys can fucking bench press with these monsters. Look at that massive ball of muscle as I flex. Feel it!” I reach out and put my tiny arms on Grif’s cannonball arms. Bigger than cannonballs! I can feel my dick leaking in my shorts as Grif flexes and unflexes them. They are bigger than most men’s legs, certainly bigger than my legs! I lean forward and can actually HUG his arm. I can easily wrap around it, but the fact that I can hug a man’s biceps and triceps almost makes me blow. “It’s so fucking big, Grif. So hard. The vein on it is incredible, like an air hose. Sheesh. Ok, let me tape it. Fuck, it’s so dense.” “Denser than a cannoball, that’s for sure.” “Twenty...TWENTY EIGHT AND A HALF INCHES. Fuck! That’s about the size of my waist!” “OHHHHHHHHH YEAHHHH.” Grif rolls his eyes back and flexes his arms as hard as he can. He groans as his arms and entire body erupt in veins as he holds the flex for many, many seconds His skin turns red from the effort. “I feel so powerful, little man. Hey! Measure again!” “Sure enough Grif,, after that hard flex…TWENTY NINE inches!” “GOT DAMN I LOVE MY HUGE ARMS! I gotta get these fuckers to 30 inches though. “OK Ozzy, you’re up. Hope yours are close to mine but now quite as big, haha no offense.” Unlike Grif who flexed at his side, closer to my eye level, Oz flexes his left bicep up high like a typical pose. My god. Unlike Grif who has a huge round ball of muscle for a biceps, Oz’s peaks are almost pyramidal as they reach upwards. I’ve never seen such a peaked, nor split bicep ever, not even on my favorite internet muscle sites. It’s a stupendously gorgeous muscle shape that only a handful of men on the planet could ever achieve. The rounded pyramid of his upper biceps just leaps upward when he flexes at maximum effort. Oz is so tall that his flexed biceps are well above my head. If I'm going to measure him like this it’s going to be difficult. Something that Grif notices. “I gotcha!” Suddenly his huge hands wrap around my waist and lifts me upward so that I am face level with Oz’s peaks. I look to Oz’s intense face, hesitating. He gives me a nod…the go-ahead to feel his arms like I did with Oz. I drape the tape on the crook of his arm which frees both of my hands to assault Oz’s arm. I can’t help but moan and I feel on top, behind, the heavy hard droop of his triceps. I spend extra time on that insane peak! If Grif’s arm is the heavy metal of biceps, big, brash, strong and powerful, then Oz’s biceps are like the finest composed symphony. Compelling, mighty and flowing and gorgeous. All the little fibers, veins, nooks and crannies working together to create the best shaped biceps in history. Biceps that aren’t just shapely, but also fucking MASSIVE. Still dangling in the air, I wrap the tape around making sure it encircles the tip of that biceptive Matterhorn peak. “TWENTY NINE INCHES! Just like Grif.” I hear Grif scoff behind me, “AH Damn, I was hoping I’d be bigger. Still though, brah. Your biceps are SICK.” The two giants then flex and feel each other's arms, leaving me trembling on the brink of blowing. I’m actually surprised at my willpower, from groping two of the biggest biceps ever, that I hadn’t already shot my load. My arousal is interrupted as I hear my phone buzzing. It’s from Regis. I step away from the boys and answer. “Hey Regis, babe, what’s up.” “Rory,” Regis begins. “I’m breaking up with you.”
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  24. Hey guys, My apologies for any delay. I had started posting this story before the site revamped again, and I've been waiting to repost it until I felt like it was safe to continue. Hopefully, the system is stable. Time to reacquaint yourselves with the characters and get caught up with the story. I'll add the next installment soon, probably tomorrow. M Potential, Part 1 “Los Angeles” Chapter 1 Timing isn’t everything, but it can surely make or break you. That’s the excuse I had for breaking up with Josh. We were just too young, or, at least, I was just too young. Josh already had his head on straight and was wise beyond his years even though his body was still growing and maturing when we parted at the age of 21. I told him we just had different paths to take, and so we headed off in opposite directions to pursue the next step in our educations. Truth be told, I was an idiot to let Josh go and even more of an idiot to have orchestrated the whole separation just so that I could sew some wild oats way out west. Josh was smart and kind and oh so adorable. He made me think of things I would never dream up on my own. He made me laugh, and most of all he made me want to be a better person. He was warm and handsome and had a broad, gorgeous smile that made me want to kiss him every time he laughed. His big brown eyes told me that he loved me, and he would do almost anything to make me happy. Josh was nearly perfect, but he lacked in one department, and in my book, it ended up being the deal-breaker. Josh was just too skinny. Oh, don’t get me wrong, he wasn’t an ectomorphic freak of walking skin and bones and sinew – far from it. In fact, he had an athletic body that many men our age would kill for. He was certainly tall enough and dark enough, and he had the beginnings of a beautiful pelt of swirling black hair across his chest, creeping up his neck, but he was a runner, lithe and lean, and while he had a beautiful ass and legs, his thinner torso left me wanting. He loved to run, and I knew he’d never give it up to develop the kind of muscle for which I lusted. When Josh and I first met, I fell for the man inside the runner’s body. We enjoyed a romantic courtship and had fantastic sex despite his too-skinny-for-me body. Josh liked that I had some muscle, and it excited me to be the bigger man and experience the thrill I felt when Josh would blow a load when I flexed my biceps while I fucked him or sucked him off. After some time, however, my lust for muscle overwhelmed me, and Josh’s body left me wanting. Muscle was my fetish, and I fantasized of men with truly pornographic bodies – huge, vein covered arms, thick, meaty pecs, cannonball-capped, mile-wide shoulders, tree trunk thighs and big, beefy asses. The trouble with fetishizing muscle was that the fantasy men of whom I dreamt probably just did not exist. I wanted more that was reasonable to expect. I wanted everything I had with Josh, and I wanted it wrapped up in a package of competition worthy muscle. I understood that fantasy was healthy to a limited degree , but I found myself going off the deep end, more and more obsessed with muscle and as a result, less and less satisfied with Josh. Now I knew that I was being superficial, but I wanted to explore my fetish; so, I broke it off with Josh. Oh, I never really told him why or laid the blame on anything concrete, but when he got a fellowship at Harvard to complete his studies in biochemistry, I accepted a similar appointment at UCLA. Moving across the country gave me a chance to extract from Josh in a painless manner, and it got me to the coast of California where the sun and lifestyle and proximity to physique culture were much more in line with what I wanted. Josh was crushed that I was moving, and he offered to give up his fellowship and follow me to California, but I assured him we would both be better pursuing the paths already laid before us, and we could either make it work long distance, or we would pick things up again at a later time if we were fated to be together. As fate would have it, our separation was less painless and less simple than I had planned. Shortly after arriving in LA and securing an apartment, while I was still in the midst of getting settled, I was feeling extra horny and decided it was time to find some muscle. I didn’t know a soul in California; so, I downloaded Grinder and started cruising. The guy I found was what I thought I wanted: “28 yo, bodybuilder, 6’1”, 248#, big dk, dom-vers” with a neck-down pic that made my dick get hard so fast that I had to jack off to his picture before engaging him in chat. He was on-line, so after I licked the cum off my fingers I started texting: “Hey” “Hey yourself” “Like your profile… UR huge!” “I’m guessing U like muscle.” “U can’t imagine - just blew a load from looking at ur pic.” “Nice… Are u hard again already? Fuck, I was hard again already – really hard in record time… and leaking pre “Um,.. yeah. I just busted a nut a couple minutes ago, and I’m ready to go again… “ “U want to blow the next load on my pecs?” Fuuuuck… “Hell yes! U know I do.” “Thinking about u jacking 2 my muscles is making my dick real hard. Where u?” I gave him my location. “On my way. Keep ur hands off your dick till then. I don’t want you going off again without me.” Fuck! I started pacing. I had never hooked up like this before, and I didn’t know what I should do. My apartment was a mess of empty and unpacked boxes strewn from wall to wall, and my bed was just a mattress on the floor. But the apartment wasn’t what had my mind on edge. No, it was anticipation. Before my two year relationship with Josh, I had only had sex with men of average or athletic stature, never with a real bodybuilder, and this guy’s pic made him look like a roided beast. I had just zipped up my pants and donned a pair of sox when I heard pounding on my door. Fuck! He was here. For some reason, I felt a little bit afraid. I knew something new was going to happen when I unlocked the door, and I knew that once I did, there’d be no going back again. I slid back the bolt and turned the nob. As I opened the door, a monster of a man pushed in and nearly knocked me over, grabbing the front of my shirt just as I was falling back. His face was nothing less than rough, and many men would find him downright ugly. His teeth were stained, and more than one were missing, but he was huge, and I could tell from the bulge in his overstuffed jeans and the way that his hoody draped across his bulging muscles that I had hit paydirt In a deep, rough voice, the voice queried, “You Matt?” I stammered, “Uh huh…” overwhelmed by the situation and his size. I opened my mouth to ask his name, but before I could make a sound he used the fistful of my t-shirt he was still holding to pull me in and shove his big tongue in my mouth. My first reaction was outrage and disgust. His body reeked, and his mouth tasted like a toilet. I pushed back, but as I struggled to free myself from him, I found my hands pushing against the thing I most desired. Muscle. I felt conflicted, and my desire to get away was slowly being overcome by my lust for what was in my grasp. I stopped resisting and started kissing back. I was growing accustomed to his rancid taste, and the marvel of muscles flexing in my hands had made my cock respond and start to plump. He broke the kiss and pushed me away while keeping my t-shirt in his grip. “I thought so,” he said, smirking. “You pretty boys are all the same. None of ya think you like it rough until it’s in your hands, and then you can’t get enough.” I just stared at him. The encounter was vastly different than I had expected, but my dick was getting harder, and I wanted to see where things would go from here. “You’re big,” I said, unable to come up with any other small talk at the moment. “I mean really big.” He smirked again and flexed his pecs. Still covered by his hoody, they bunched up underneath the cloth. I gasped. I had never seen anything so magnificent up close in real life before, and I felt my hard-on moving in my pants, seeking room for its increasing volume. The beast saw my erection twitch and grow, and he reached a calloused hand a sized me up through the fabric of my pants. “You’ve got a big dick, pretty boy.” He pulled me in again, and I expected him to rape my mouth some more, but instead he grabbed the hem of my shirt and pulled it up and off my body. His hands and eyes surveyed my torso and he slightly smiled, more to himself than me. “… and you’ve got some muscle, too.” He groped me, feeling my shoulders and my arms and then tightening his grip around my biceps before lifting me into the air until my crotch was level with his face. I was helpless as he gently chewed on my erection through my trousers. It was titillating, but I wanted something more. Somehow, he sensed it. Slowly lowering me against his body, he gently set me on the floor and stepped back. “Socks off,” he said. One at a time I raised my feet and uncovered them. He watched me move and admired my athletic body as it slightly flexed. I could see his bulge enlarging. As for me, I was already harder than a rock. When I was done, he said, “C’mere.” I closed the distance and he grabbed my waistband by the belt and started to unbuckle but then let me go. “Pants off,” he said, more quietly this time. His voice was deep and gentle. I didn’t know if he was warming up to me a bit or merely toying with my libido. It didn’t matter. I undid my belt and unbuttoned and unzipped my khakis, and my pants cascaded to my ankles. I stood there in my boxers, the front of which were tented by the biggest, hardest erection I had ever suffered, the cloth of which was wet with streaks of precum. He looked at my pants bunched around my ankles. “Step out of them.” I freed my feet and kicked my khakis to the side. The fabric of my boxers lightly stroked my hard erection as I shifted, sending shivers down my spine and around my hole and perineum. The beast stepped forward and grabbed my hard-on through my boxers. He whistled when he felt its girth and whispered in my ear while breathing on my neck, “Wow, Kid, you DO have a big dick, don’t ya.” He squeezed it again, and I felt if flex in his grip. I wasn’t breathing. I didn’t want to move. Somehow I was so excited just being in the presence of this muscle man that I was afraid I’d blow my load before he let me see his body. He released his grip and slid both hands into the waistband of my boxers, allowing his callouses to the graze the light fur that adorned my ass cheeks. Still confined within my boxers, he slid his hands around my upper hamstrings and massaged them with a low moan. He stroked them upward until he reached my ass, tickling the fur along my perineum, sending another shiver to my hole and prostate. I felt the muscles inside my pelvis flinch, and a spasm sent more precum up my shaft. I sucked in my breath, and he smiled at the effect that he was having on me. Then without warning he pushed my boxers down, freeing my erection and allowing a breath of air to cool the heat of arousal just a bit. It was shocking, standing stark naked before this muscleman with the hardest, most painful erection of my life, him still fully clothed but pushing all my buttons. It just felt right to me. I was a muscle pig. I had crossed a line, and I would never be able to cross back again. “Flex,” he said, raising my arm to the level of my shoulder and bending my elbow to a right angle. He was a god, and so I obeyed, flexing hard with all my might. “Nice,” he said as he ran his hand over the gentle rise of my cramping biceps. I nearly came from flexing, but the beast knew what to do. He reached down to cup my balls and squeezed them just enough to be unpleasant but not enough to hurt me. “You’ve got great structure Kid, and these big nuts of yours have a lot of testosterone inside. I can feel it. If you wanted, I bet you could even look like me.” He stepped back from me and started to unzip his hoody. Just the act of reaching up to grab the zipper sent a flexing wave across his torso and stretched the sleeve across his bulging biceps. “Nnngggh… wait!” I said in desperation. I was trigger close. “Oh Kid, you’ve got it bad,” he laughed. “How am I going to let you worship all this muscle if I can’t even take my shirt off?” “Oh god, I’m sorry. If you could just talk me down a bit… then maybe we can continue.” “Alright, Kid. What do you want to talk about? You wanna hear my stats?” “No. No, I don’t think that would help right now. How about,… where are you from?” “Poughkeepsie. Yourself?” “Boston. Cambridge to be specific.” “And what are you doing in LA, Matt from Cambridge?” “I came for graduate school at UCLA.” “Yeah? I don’t think so. You’re a smart, preppy, pretty boy, and I bet you could have gone to graduate school anywhere on earth. I think you came all the way across the country to make a change, and I’m getting’ the impression that I’m part of it. Am I right?” I’ll be damned. He just read me like a book. I was floored. The shock took the edge off my libido, and I relaxed a bit. I stood slack-jawed, trying to find the words to ask him how he knew my story. “What?” he demanded more than queried. “Do you think you’re the first uptight WASP to ever ping my profile? I tell ya, Kid, you’re one of many, but you’ve got something none of the rest of them has had.” He looked me up and down again. “You’ve got potential. You wanna look like me?” Then he reached up for his zipper and began to pull it down. I didn’t stop him this time, but still he double checked me, looking from the zipper up to me and asking, “You ready now?” Potential, Part 1, Chapter 2 “You ready now?” That was all he had to say. I was ready. I had never been so ready in my life. I had fantasized about this moment for so long that it would be impossible to not be ready, but... at the same time,... I wasn’t really ready. I had thought I could control myself, meter out my reaction so I could make the moment last, be in control. The Beast was in control. He rumbled, “I think you’re going to enjoy this.” He tugged at the zipper and then pulled his hands away. “You wanna do the honors?” My dick answered the question by hardening to iron once again and obscenely swinging up in a perfect arc, leaving a gossamer strand of precum as it rose. The Beast looked down and chuckled, “Subtle much?” He nodded at my throbbing hard-on and raised an eyebrow. “I’ll take that as a yes.” I reached up and grabbed the zipper and began to pull it down. Tooth by tooth, the zipper opened, and the hoody split into an accentuated V-shape, pushed apart by plates of thick pec muscle separated by a deep ravine and dusted with a dark shadow of matted swirling hair that disappeared into his scoop-necked tank top. His skin was glistening and I touched it. “You're wet,” I pondered, unconsciously aloud. “Sweaty,” he corrected, "and rank as hell. I was finishing at the gym when you pinged my profile.” He flexed his pecs, and a wave us muscle rolled underneath my hands. “I didn’t get a chance to shower.” He rolled his pecs again. My knees buckles slightly. “Chest day,” he smirked. Then he curled his hand into a fist and bent his elbow, flexing his cloth covered arm, stretching the fabric to its limits with a grunt. “Chest and biceps.” My jaw fell slack, and my hands fell from the task of pulling down the hoody’s zipper and landed on his flexing arm. It was warm and hard, and it felt even bigger than it looked. I tried to assess its circumference by encircling it with my hands, but my fingers wouldn’t meet. My hard-on shuddered. “H-h-how big?” I stammered. He straightened his elbow and then flexed again, twisting his wrist left and right, causing the ball of muscle to rise and dance and harden in my hand. “Just shy of 22 .” Fuck! He flexed again. My knees began to buckle, and my balls pulled up. The Beast recognized the signs of my impending discomposure and relaxed his flex. With lightning speed he grabbed my balls and pulled them down, postponing my climax once again. “Kid, I don’t know how you’re gonna make it. My zipper’s only half way down, and you’ve nearly lost your load twice already.” He grabbed my wrists and held them tight in one hand while continuing the downward tug on my ball sac with the other. “What are we gonna do with you?” He looked around the room and grabbed a kitchen chair and pushed me down on the seat. Then he commanded: “You sit here, and keep your ass in that chair until I say you can get up. Keep both feet on the floor at all times, and put your hands behind your back - and keep them there, or I’ll use that roll of packing tape to bind you.” He nodded in the direction of my moving supplies box. Then he looked back at me. Sternly, “Capisce?” I nodded. “Alright. Now I’m gonna kick off my shoes and socks while you cool down a degree or two. Then we’ll get back to business.” He turned his back, giving me a view of its vast landscape. At the shoulders, he was as wide as any door, but I could see he tapered sharply at the waist, and his ass was round and high and tight, and I watched it dance and flex as he kicked off his shoes. Then he bent down to pull the socks from his feet. The show was unintentionally titillating, and it did nothing to cool me down. Quite the opposite - by the time the Beast had turned back to me, my hard-on was dark red and throbbing, and a stream of precum was leaking from the slit. The Beast’s gaze fell upon my organ, and he licked his lips. “That slab of meat looks bigger every time I see it. You gotta be what, Kid, eight and half, maybe nine inches?” “A little north of nine,” I stammered. He whistled. “Niiiiiice.” Then one corner of his mouth lifted into a knowing, mischievous half-smile. “What d’ya say I try to get you close to ten today?” And with that, he raised his arms into a double biceps pose and held it. Mountains rose beneath the tight gray jersey of his hoody’s sleeves, and the waistband drew up, revealing four of the bricks that made up his six-pack. The vision sent my hard-on surging. I could feel it expand and lengthen, transforming into stone. I was so hard it hurt. I threw my head back and bellowed at the ceiling. Then he dropped his arms and pulled the zipper of his hoody until it reached the waistband. It fell loosely open at the same time that my eyes refocused. Both the hoody and the tank-top underneath it now hung loosely at the waist, suspended several inches forward by the thickness of his pec shelf. Then he grabbed the lapels of his hoody and began to wrestle it from his shoulders. First the right and then the left, he struggled to make the sleeves comply. As he strained and wriggled, the muscles of his arms and torso danced and flexed before me, and the more flesh that he uncovered, the bigger and more magnificent he appeared to be. Once his deltoids were extracted, he turned his efforts to working the sleeves over the massive muscles of his arms. As he struggled, his pecs and biceps bunched and flexed, and I thought my cannon would go off, but somehow I staved off climax once again. He saw me staring slack jawed and smirked. Then he turned his back to me, and his giant triceps emerged and flexed into striated, giant horseshoes. Looking over his shoulder, he queried: “You got a measuring tape? I am pumped, and I wanna see what kind of effect I’m having on that fuck stick of yours. I mean, it’s pretty obvious to me that your dick is getting bigger, but I’d like to document it – give you some goals for the next time you run into somebody else with a body close to this.” With that, he hit a rear double biceps pose the likes of which I never imagined could be real. Maybe it was just because it was my first time in the presence a real, competition-ready bodybuilder, or maybe it was because he really was that big. Regardless, as he curled his fists and bent his elbows and deliberately pumped his arms, he caused the peaks to rise and fall, creating an undulating range of mountainous biceps, traps and deltoids. Then he flexed the pose again and held it. I saw stars and felt my cock expanding. He turned his head and glanced over his flexed right biceps. “Tape measure?” he demanded. “Top drawer at the end of the counter.” He relaxed his pose, opened the drawer and retrieved the tape, allowing it to unroll to the floor. I was still staring at his bull neck, sloping traps and mile-wide shoulders glistening with perspiration and gracefully dancing with every move he made. When the tape had unwound from his hand, he turned slowly to the right, giving me my first side-view of his body. Although he was still partly covered by his scoop-necked tank top, I could see the thickness of his pecs, arms and shoulders , and I could appreciate the round fullness of his unflexed muscle bellies. He was big, and he was thick, especially in the chest and shoulders, but his arms were currently the star of the show. Ripples of flexing muscle danced up his forearms as he fidgeted with the cloth tape measure, and his unflexed triceps and biceps muscles moved like giant writhing serpents on his arms. Every time he turned his wrists, the muscles would contract or lengthen, bunching up or stretching out in a masterpiece of muscle choreography. He turned further to the right, now fully facing me, revealing the full width and round fullness of his chest and arms and shoulders. The top and sides of his lightly furred pecs were on display, and I could now see how massive they really were. He held his hands out toward me, holding the tape between his fingers and his thumbs, reporting aloud as he slid his grip along the numbers, “…six inches,… seven, eight,… eight and one half,… nine,… a little north of nine…” He stopped there, turned the tape so that is was oriented vertically and then squinted with one eye, measuring my hard-on from a distance. He nodded with approval. “Looks a bit bigger than that to me,... but it's nowhere close to ten.” He smirked and looked down at his body and then stared back at me and flexed his pecs together. “How are we going to get you up to ten.” He flexed his pecs again, now in sequence slowly, first one and then the other. Fuck! My balls roiled within my scrotum. They were aching badly, and precum was freely flowing from my hard-on. A drop of saliva landed on my chest, bringing to my awareness that I was drooling. I looked down and was shocked to see the sizes of my swollen hard-on and bloated testicles. Fuck! I was sporting the biggest, reddest hard-on I had ever seen, and the network of pulsing arteries and crisscrossing veins was insane to say the least. Then he slid his fingers slightly further on the tape and stopped at 10. "How are we going to get you close to that?" The question was purely rhetorical, but still I answered without thought or hesitation: “Take off your tank top.” It was an automatic response, and I couldn’t help but say it. The Beast looked at me and smiled. It was the same smile that the devil makes when he seals the deal that steals your soul. He had me hooked, and we were going to play this game together. He grabbed his tank top by the hem and slowly pulled it upward, taking his time to let my eyes drink in every detail. His six pack and obliques came slowly into view – hard, tight, cut, defined. They flexed and shifted as he moved, and when he exhaled, every cut and crevice deepened, and every bulge and cobble stood further out in bold relief. When all six bricks were on display, he tucked the shirt’s hem beneath his chin and flexed again. He wrapped the tape around his waist and held it tight at 31”. Then he grimaced and flexed again for all his worth, twisting slightly to the left and then the right, causing his midsection to tighten even more and the tape to slacken slightly. He re-cinched the tape, and the measurement dropped to 30”. It was one of the most beautiful things I had ever seen. His abs themselves were the thick and gnarly, but the circumference of his waist tapered down to nearly nothing. There was not an ounce of fat. Deep cuts accentuated the shape of every muscle, and sixpack a slicked down coat of dark brown hair enhanced the package, thickening slightly in the center, the swirling pattern converging into a midline trail that drew my eyes along his abs until it disappeared into his waistband. Further south, his bulge enlarged, and I could see his cock shifting as it hardened. He grabbed the expanding cylinder through his pants, causing it to further lengthen. I swallowed hard. It. was. big. “Fuuuuck,” I whispered. “I like flexing,” he replied. “It makes me hard.” He groped himself again and moaned. “You make me hard.” Then he nodded at my huge erection, “I make you hard, too.” Then he returned to the task at hand. “I think I was about to take my tank top off,” he continued as he dropped the shirt’s hem and slid an arm inside the arm hole. Then in a single, graceful motion, he pulled the tank top up and off and dropped it to the floor. Then the Beast relaxed his arms down to his sides and stood there, just staring straight ahead, breathing. Holy Mother of God… His chest was nothing less than stunning. An intricate pattern of swirling hair and tanned, flawless skin adorned the full, round plates of muscle that rose and fell with every breath. His nipples and areolae were large and darkly pigmented, set along the lower contour of his massive pec shelf, pointing slightly down and outward, their rounded shapes stretched into horizontal ovals by the slabs of muscle underneath. He took a deep breath, and his chest expanded. He then exhaled, and the muscles thickened and contracted. Just the act of breathing was more erotic than I could handle. My balls pulled up, and I felt my sphincter spasm Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck! I thought, but I regained control. His chest was huge. In fact, it was so larger that any purist for symmetry and proportion would argue that was too big for the remainder of his body. But to me it was perfection. His pecs were thick, and they looked heavy on his chest. Their curves were smoothly convex, and they were without a blemish or a hint of gynecomastia. Adorning them, a swirling, symmetrical pattern of shiny fur lay flat and smooth upon the muscle, darkening in the midline where it dove deep into his cleavage. However, it was not the perfect skin, the perfect shape or the lightly furred adornment of his chest that made my cock go surging once again. It was the mass and the density of the muscle. His pecs looked heavy, and they were THICK. If having his pornographic torso fully revealed was overwhelming, then what happened next changed my life forever... The Beast began to flex. He began with subtle but unmistakable intention. He straightened slightly, and took in a breath. His chest rose, and his upper back began to widen. His lats spread slowly, pushing his monstrous unflexed arms up and slightly outward from his body. His mid-section tightened, appearing to narrow as the remainder of his torso expanded. He placed his fists upon his hips and began pushing inward. As his elbows inched slowly forward, the cobra hood of his lats obscenely widened, and his pecs began to thicken. I let out a gasp as a gush of precum spurted forth. Muscle stacked on muscle bulged obscenely and fought for room upon his torso. The striations of his pecs and deltoids multiplied, and cuts deepened everywhere. Beneath the hulking mass of lats and delts and pecs, intricate sawtooth cuts of his serratus and obliques declared themselves, and the six stones of his cobbled abs popped boldly in relief. I was in awe. His body was the most beautiful thing that I had ever seen. My balls were aching badly now, and my cock was waving wildly in the air. I was so hard that I felt like I could fuck a granite boulder. I was edging closer, and the beast was coaxing me toward climax with his flex. Still, I had not cum yet. “I’m surprised you haven’t lost your load by now,” he said, relaxing his pose and freeing his hands to begin working on the buckle of his belt and then the snap above his zipper. As his hands maneuvered, waves of muscle flexed across his arms and torso, his giant pecs alternately bobbing up and down as they flexed and then relaxed. “A lotta guys shoot when I first take off my shirt, but I guess you’ve got the staying power that it takes.” He groped his hard-on through his pants and growled and flexed his pecs again. “Fuck, I’m pumped today!” he said, flexing his pecs in succession, slowly and deliberately rolling them up and down and then pounding them with his fists. “I’ll be you’ve never seen a chest like this.” he said as he flexed the mammoth beefy plates once more, this time together, grunting as he held the flex. At the same time he roughly groped his hard-on, and a wet spot formed at the end of the enormous flesh cylinder that extended leftward toward his hip. Then he worked the zipper down, reached inside, and extracted the most colossal erection I had ever seen. “You hit the jackpot, Kid,” he said as flexed his pecs again and stroked his hard-on. Then he licked his lips and looked me up and down and added, “…and I didn’t do so bad myself. I can see it, and I can smell it. You got potential, Kid." He flexed his pecs again. "You wanna look like me?” Then he raised his arms and flexed a mighty double biceps pose. As his midsection narrowed and his lats spread out like wings, his biceps rose, transforming into enormous granite peaks. It was the most erotic thing I’d ever seen. He held the pose and flexed so hard that his body shook with power. Then without relaxing, he asked me once again, “Do you wanna look like this?” Fuck! I wanted nothing more. The thought of all that muscle was more than I could handle. I felt the floodgates open, and I climaxed, unleashing a torrent of white hot cum like I had never produced before. The first volley hit the ceiling, shooting from my cock with such velocity and force that it was almost painful. However, all I felt was pleasure, and each additional pulse produced equal satisfaction, causing me to spasm to my core. Warmth spread throughout my body as I imagined having all that muscle. I wanted to look just like him, maybe even bigger, and he thought I could achieve it. I had potential. Potential, Part 1, Chapter 3 My body was beginning to relax as my climax coasted to what I assumed would be the most blissful denouement I had ever experienced. A warm satisfaction spread outward from my spine as my muscles loosened, and I began to long for a luscious post-orgasmic slumber, but I was snapped back to the moment by the sights and sounds before me. The Beast had not cum yet, and he was still weathering a hormonal tempest, in desperate need to blow his load. We were not done yet. “Fuck, Kid! You put on an impressive show.” He dropped one hand from his double biceps pose and used it to stroke his massive member. His other arm was still flexed before him, quaking in tetanic contraction as it seemed to grow before my eyes. I heard the Beast grunt, “Awww fuck, Kid! Look at that peak!” He straightened his arm and then re-flexed it. It looked more mighty than before, and the Beast’s hips bucked as he stroked his hard-on. “That peak made you go off like nuclear warhead.” He started stroking harder. His cock head was swelling more and turning deeper cherry red. “Look at that fucking mountain!” He was now jacking his huge cock with abandon, and his breath was getting jagged. “I bet you’ve never seen such power.” He raised his elbow, bringing the giant muscle closer to his eyes, staring at it with so much lust that I almost blew another load from watching. Then he raised his arm a little higher and brought his biceps to his lips. His mouth opened slightly, and his wide, wet tongue made contact with the apex of the peak. Then he mashed his mouth onto the muscle and stroked his erection twice more with his other hand. Then his whole body started quaking as every muscle flexed completely. The effect was devastating – both the magnificence of his body and his arrogant display of self-appreciation. My waning erection had long since shot back to full hard, and now I felt the inevitable tingle of another unavoidable orgasm. We were going to cum together, me for the third time in an hour, and I was hungry for his load. As he took one final stroke, shoving his meaty fist to base of his mighty shaft, I dove forward and wrapped my lips around his hard-on just as we both began to blow. Potential, Part 1, Chapter 4 “Whew!!! Oh Man! Oh fuck, that was a good one,” remarked The Beast, wagging his softening erection in my direction. “You gotta great mouth, Kid. That was some huge load, and you took it like a pro…” He bounced his pecs and then flexed a dick-hardening most muscular pose. How could I be getting hard again? “Argghhh!” He growled Then, surveying his body spatter all over with my cum, he added, “I’m guessing I provided all the inspiration that you needed, too.” Then he playfully growled again and flexed down harder until his face reddened. He caught my eye and winked. I was really warming up to this guy. He had a sense of humor. I had to give him that. Then he relaxed his pose and asked, “You got a shower, Kid. I gotta get ready for my shift. Can’t keep the animals waiting, you know, and I have to get rid of the stench of sex before I feed ‘em. Otherwise they get all horny and agitated when I show up smelling like sex.” “Animals?” “Yeah. I’m one of the keepers at the LA Zoo. I tend to the animals – check their health, feed them, clean the enclosures and stuff, assist the vet…” “I see… Hey, I’ve never heard of the LA Zoo, but I’m new here, as you know,” I said, gesturing to empty packing boxes that littered my apartment. “I’m guessing a town like LA probably has a pretty swell set up.” “Actually, it’s pretty rinky-dink compared to a lot of other Zoos, but it’s what we’ve got here, and keeping the animals is what I do.” Then he continued. “I’d like to get a job at a real renowned kinda place, like The Bronx Zoo, but this’ll do for now. Besides,…” he added, bouncing his pecs again, “The Doc is a handsome guy like you, and he’s super-hot for my bod.” He stretched and pretended to yawn, casually flexing while he watched my response. God, he was sexy! “… and he gets me all the gear I want.” “The Doc?” “You know. The animal doc – the vet.” “Ahhhhhh… Okay. I get it. So,… how’d you get a job as an animal keeper?” “I was in vet school for about a year. It was a real commitment. I was too busy with classes to hold down a regular job. Funds started running low and I couldn’t make ends meet. Well, you know how it goes. I started feeling like all I was doing was working and going to school, and I was getting more into debt. So I dropped out for a semester. The school helped me land a job at the zoo, thinking I’d save up some dough and return in a year. Instead, I fell in love with my job as a keeper and realized that I was happier and my life was much better balanced than it would be as a vet. That ‘year’ I took off then turned into six, and that brings us up to the today.” I was floored again. This guy was full of surprises. “Are you serious?” I asked. “Nah, kid. I’m pulling your leg! I’m too dumb to get into vet school. Besides, it would take too much time from the gym.” He flexed his pecs and then struck a double biceps again. “You wouldn’t want these muscles to atrophy, now would you?” His dick was rising again, and a whole new tide flowed into my own. I started to ask, “So why do you…” But The Beast put his finger to my lips and stopped me. “Enough questions, Kid. I came here to flex and get my rocks off. It’s been a lot of fun so far, but I’m only about half-way done, and I could sure bust another load if you wanna give me a hand in the shower. Besides…” he added, pushing his pants to his ankles and working them off his feet, “you haven’t even seen my best features yet.” He flexed his enormous quads into a sickening display of giant writhing serpents that gave my cock another surge toward erection. Then he pirouetted to give me a full view of his beautiful unflexed ass. I say “unflexed” because the curvy contours looked smooth and inviting, yet when he slapped it with his meaty hand for effect, it didn’t even jiggle. My dick shot to full hard in a heartbeat and started leaking again. I had never seen an ass like that before. It looked like a marble sculpture, gracefully undulating and beautifully rounded, but it was tan and warm and it flexed when he moved. “Oh God…” I uttered under my breath. It made me want to dive face first deep into his crack, although before that moment, I had always found the idea of eating someone’s ass unappealing. However, right then and right there, his magnificent asset had changed me. He shifted his weight slightly from one foot to the other, and the gluteus muscles moved under the smooth skin. It was hypnotic. “Nnnnnggghhh” I had to struggle to keep from cumming right then. “I’ve been told it’s a beauty, but me, I prefer my big biceps.” He flexed his arm for effect, and I almost lost it again. Then he looked down at my erection which jutted brazenly straight from my body and asked with a smile, “Is that thing pointing toward the shower, or are you gonna lead the way?” I then raised my hand and pointed at a door through the bedroom, indicating the bathroom and shower. I wanted to follow. If anyone was going to lead the way, it was going to be The Beast and that ass. Potential, Part 1, Chapter 5 The Beast sauntered across the room and through the bedroom door and disappeared into the bathroom. I stayed behind a moment just to gather myself and admire The Beast’s beautiful backside. My eyes followed his wide neck, thick traps and broad shoulders down the hulking curves of his lats to his tight, narrow waist and the undulating muscles of his ass. As he walked, he moved with refinement and fineness, not stomping like an oaf but lightly moving across the floor. Still, there was confidence in every step. It was mesmerizing to watch him move. He was beauty and masculinity in motion, his cannonball deltoids grazing the door frames, and his thick back looming powerful and wide over his narrow waist and muscular, slim hips. Tree-trunk thighs and diamond calve connected him solidly to earth, and as he moved, his muscles contracted and lengthened with the graceful nature of a panther, his strong legs propelling his massive forward without effort. It was breathtaking. I was truly so astounded that for a moment I forgot to breathe. I wondered if the beast had ever seen himself on camera moving with such beauty, but I highly doubted it. I suspected that he could not truly know what masculinity that he embodied. Then the sound of running water roused me from my trance. “Hey Kid, I’m getting in now.” Then he tempted from the shower. “I could use some help here. You comin’, or what?” I’m not sure I remember how I got there, but suddenly I found myself and my erection entering the shower. The Beast was already wet and glistening, and he was rubbing the bar of soap across his upper torso, working up a silky lather. “There you are,” he said as I squeezed into the tight enclosure. Then he looked down at my bouncing hard-on, slapped it it with his soapy hand and watched it spring up harder, slapping up against my abs. “I was getting worried that you had shot another load without me, but I see you’re still cocked and ready, so to speak.” Then he cupped my balls and weighed them in his hand, adding, “These babies are amazing. Three loads and still plenty of power in reserved.” He squeezed them gently, ever so erotically. Then he passed the bar of soap to me and said, “Have at it,” extending his neck so that I had full access to his upper body. No sooner did my hands contact his upper chest and shoulders did my cock begin to buck and spasm, and I painted his abs and lower pecs with ropes of white, hot jizz. It just happened without warning. I had no control at all. My knees buckled as record-setting pleasure shot through my body, and I thought I might sink down to the floor, but the big man grabbed my by the biceps and held me up until I finished. Then he chuckled softly and raised an eyebrow adding, “Did I say three? I must have meant four.” I was spent again, and I felt the need to find a horizontal surface, something soft on which to fall asleep, but The Beast had other plans. He put the soap bar back into my hands, puffed out his big chest and extended his neck again. “C’mon, Kid. Get back to washing. I gotta get ready for work, and I still need to pump out another load myself. Besides, it seems you like feeling up my muscles, and I want to find out how much magic you’ve got left in those goose eggs between your legs.” Then I began the task of soaping up his massive body. I rubbed the sudsy bar across his chest, using his luxurious coat of swirling fur to work the forming bubbles into a silky lather that I then spread across his mounded traps and boulder shoulders. The beast moaned softly in appreciation as my hands massaged his muscles, grabbing thick slabs of beef and kneading them firmly as they slid beneath my soapy grip. “You got great hands, Kid, but you can massage my muscles a lot harder than that.” I increased my efforts, and The Beast responded, groaning with increasing volume. “Take a good, long look and cop a good, hard feel. You’re gonna be this big someday, maybe bigger. I know it.” He flexed his chest, and the muscle rose and thickened. My cock hardened, and I felt The Beast’s erection rising against my thigh and then sliding against my pelvis. I reached down and grabbed our organs with my soapy hands and began to slowly piston up and down, marveling at my added length and girth and realizing that he was still bigger. His lips parted as he let out a low moan of pleasure, and I quickly covered his lips with mine, this time me the aggressor, this time me raping his mouth with my invading tongue. It was exciting. I was in control,… or so I thought until he broke the kiss and pushed me back. I must have looked crest-fallen because The Beast the put his hand up to my lips and softly pushed against them with two fingers. “I like that you’re showing some initiative. It tells me that are up to meet the challenge…” He paused and then continued, “but take your time, Kid. We’ll get to that in just a minute. Right now, I’ve got this crazy pump, and I need for you to work my pecs.” He removed his fingers from my lips and kissed me sweetly. Then he puffed out his chest and pulled my hands up to his pecs. I looked and behld muscle underneath my hands, the silky skin, the swirling pelt, and the perfect, large, dark nipples. His pecs were full and thick and firm. When I squeezed, the muscle gave a little, and the beast let out a muffled moan. In truth, his pecs were disproportionately large. Even on his titanic body, they seemed oversized and slightly bloated. Perhaps it was the pump from his recent workout, but I suspected The Beast had somewhat of a fetish for big pecs, for bench pressing extra heavy loads of iron and for pumping up his chest so big that it could not be ignored and had to be admired. I had never seen anything so magnificent in all my life. I rubbed the muscle in concentric circles with both hands, spreading out my hands and fingers, trying to enjoy as much of the vast real estate as possible, but compared to his monstrous muscles, my hands looked small and insubstantial. “You like big pecs, Kid?” The Beast inquired. I nodded, too dumbfounded to speak. “Yeah, me too,” he said, and then he flexed his pecs together, causing the muscle to roll and rise and thicken underneath my hands, the density increasing as he flexed, and the consistency transmuting from hardened flesh to tungsten steel. Fuuuuuck. I was harder than a rock again and leaking. Then he relaxed his flex, and the heavy slabs of flesh dropped back upon his chest, settling onto his torso with a bounce that reverberated up my arms. “What do you think, Kid?” My dick spasmed out a drool of precum. “Fuck, you are enormous.” “Yeah, I’ve got the biggest set of knockers in this town,” he acknowledged, smirking and then bouncing the huge muscles up and down. “I was pushing 740 today for reps, trying to get them even bigger, but I may have reached their limits.” He then flexed his pecs until they nearly doubled, deep striations exploding across their vastness. My mouth fell open in a mix of shock and lust. “You may never see another chest like this.” I groped the hardened muscle, and The Beast responded with another moan, and I felt his erection pulse against my hip. So I upped the ante, made a fist and punched the flesh of his flexed pec muscle. It was ungiving; so, I punched again, this time harder, and The Beast let out a moan of pleasure that I’m sure transmitted down the street and around the block. Then I drew back and punched his pecs with all my might. The Beast’s knees nearly buckled, but it was not from the force with which I punched his torso. No, it was from the pleasure he derived from flexing hard against my punches. I understood. I had felt that same erotic pulse. I could only imagine how it must feel to be loaded with so much muscle that you felt it jump and thicken with every movement, that you felt it overcome the force of gravity with just a flex, that you felt it plumet back toward earth as you relaxed, to feel it hanging heavy on your frame. I punched his body five more times, and I watched his hard-on swell and lengthen. His lips curled into a smile that morphed into a smirk and then into almost a sneer – not look of malice but one of arrogance instead. “That’s right, Kid. Give it all you got. I like this muscle handled rough.” He flexed his abs into a double row of bricks and curled his hand into a fist and pounded on his six pack. The cuts between the cobbles deepened as each muscle thickened against his blows. “MUSCLE!” The Beast bellowed. “HOLY SHIT!” was my response. Of their own volition, my hands grabbed and groped his marble washboard, the soapy water allowing them glide across the ridges, abetting in their worship. “MUSCLE!” he roared again, crunching down into a most muscular pose that flexed his hardened body in to a mind blowing display of size and deep striations. “Oh my God.” I muttered as my hands explored his iron shoulders, arms and torso. “So hard...” Then he grabbed my wrist and guided one lusting hand to his pelvis where my fingers wrapped around his massive hard-on. It was huge and hot and dense as granite. I felt it throb within my hand as I stroked it through the silky lather. “UNNNGGGGH!” The Beast moaned loudly as I stroked him to the brink of climax. Then he grabbed my other hand and led it up his body, across his massive torso, over the obscene shelf of his enormous pecs, and up to his boulder shoulder. He placed his meaty hand on mine and slid them both together down his arm as he raised his gun and flexed it. His biceps rose into a mountain, expanding underneath my fingers as his cock expanded in my hand. Then with one last, almighty effort, he flexed with all his might and held it. The sneer became a grimace, and his arm began to shake. Then something almost magic happened - I felt the muscle grow. “M U S C L E !” he bellowed one last time, and his cock spasmed in my hand, and ropes of thick, white cum shot in the air. He straightened his arm and then he flexed again. “M U S C L E !” he yelled again as more white, hot cum fountained from his penis. Then he raised both arms and flexed a double biceps pose, adding a second alpine peak to the range of mountainous muscle that adorned his arms and shoulders. FUUUUUUCKKKKK! It was more stimulation than I could handle, and my own cock exploded for the fifth time that morning. I came another banner load, and then The Beast and I collapsed into a heap together. Then to my surprise, he gently grabbed my chin and guided my yearning mouth to his lips and kissed me. For the first time in a long time I saw stars behind my eyelids. Then The Beast broke the kiss and told me, “Ya done good, Kid. The Doc is gonna love ya.” Then he put the soap bar in my hand and turned his body in the shower. “Now wash my back. Then we can get down to the zoo. We don't want keep the animals waiting.” ***************************End of Part 1**************************************************************** ****************************************************************************************************** Potential Part 2 “The Zoo” Chapter 1 We drove 2 cars in tandem to the Zoo. Since Ian worked there, he said his full shift would last longer than I would probably want to stay, and he had a few things to do after work that might keep him even longer. Still, he wanted me to see the place from both the public side and behind the scenes. Most importantly, he wanted me to meet The Doc, or, as he put it, “I want The Doc to get a load-a you.” When we drove up to the employee entrance, the gate was closed, and an largely muscled guard walked out to Ian’s Jeep, shook Ian’s hand and chatted for a minute before gesturing to me in the car behind. My windows were rolled down; so, I could hear their conversation. “Oh, that’s Matt back there. He’s guest of mine. You can let him in with me.” “Oh no I can’t! He’s not coming in this way, not without instructions from the top. No one gets through these gates or gets past me without The Doc’s instruction, and The Doc didn’t say anything to me about letting a “Matt” in here today.” “That’s because he hasn’t met Matt yet, but you know what The Doc says – that any time we come across someone who’s got potential we should bring them directly to the Zoo and introduce them to The Doc. I’m telling you, Sarge, this kid has got the goods in spades, more potential than anyone I’ve ever met.” Then he continued, “You’re perceptive. I’m surprised you can’t sense it from here already. The Doc will want to see him.” The guard looked at Ian, unmoving. “You know the rules, Puddy.” “C’mon, Sarge,” Ian implored. “You can make an exception just this once,” he added, reaching out a muscled arm and cupping the guard’s large package in his meaty hand, “for me.” He continued, manipulating the guard’s equipment through the khaki material of his pants. “Remember, I was the one who brought you here and introduced you to The Doc. I know what I’m doing, and, besides, you owe me.” The guard put his hands against the Jeep’s roof and leaned forward, allowing better access to his growing bulge. Ian groped the mound of flesh, adroitly coaxing the shapeless mass into a tube that grew and lengthened in his hand. Had the act not been so brazen and so willingly received, it would have shocked me, but these two men were so casual about it, that it made the exchange seem quite normal, probably commonplace between them, and neither seemed concerned that they might suddenly be discovered or that the security cameras were recording every second. I was a stranger in a foreign land. Maybe LA was just that kind of place. I started getting hard myself, but my rousing lust was interrupted when the guard straightened and stepped back from Ian’s adept manipulations. “Yeah, I remember. You brought me here to meet The Doc,... but I came through the public gate my first time, and that’s the way we always do it. Today is no exception. Last time I checked, it isn’t National Bring-a-Trick-to-Work Day; so, your little friend can just go back out front and come in through the public gate like everybody else. If he’s got the goods, The Doc will know it before he even gets close to Campo.” “But Sarge,…” “No ‘buts,’” replied the guard, straightening his stance and stiffening his resolve. It was clear he wasn’t changing his mind now. Ian groaned loudly in frustration. He knew he had lost this battle; so, he hopped out of his Jeep, sauntered back to my car and handed me a map and a visitor’s pass. “Put this pass around your neck. Drive back out front, park, and walk in with the sheeple. When you come through the public entrance, walk straight ahead until you pass the shuttle station. At the fork in the road, veer to the left and follow the signs to Campo Gorilla Reserve. There, you’ll find the exhibit for the Western Lowland Gorillas. Mill around there for a few minutes until I’ll find you, and then I’ll bring you to the back.” Then he nodded toward the guard who was standing by his Jeep. “That’s Mike up there. We call him Sarge. He’s a stickler for the rules. He’s pissing me off today, but all-in-all he’s a good guy. When I met him, he was down on his luck and not the man he is today. I got him this job myself. Propped him up until he made it. He seems to have forgotten where he came from and who got him here.” Then he continued with his instructions. “After I go through the gate service gate here, he’s going to signal you ahead to make a U-turn. When you do it, I want you to make sure all your windows are down, and see to it that he gets a real good look at you.” I knitted my brow in confusion. “Just do it. I want him to have a look at you. He’ll understand why I wanted you to enter through the private gate. He’s got a great sense about these things, same as me, and he’s gonna understand right away why I tried to bring you back here.” “Okay, Ian, but I don’t want to be causing any trouble.” “Oh,… it’s not your doing, and I wouldn’t call it trouble. It’s more like prophecy and destiny. You just don’t understand your place in it yet, and you don’t know the power that you wield. You’re kinda like Dorothy when she drops her house on the Wicked Witch of the East in Munchkin Land. It wasn’t her doing. She had no intentions of stirring the pot. She just gets caught up in a whirlwind, and all of a sudden she’s disrupted the power structure, and all kinda crazy things start happening. I think I’m right here, Kid, and if I am, we’re all in for a helluva ride.” Ian smiled like the cat who just swallowed the canary and wiggled his eyebrows up and down. I was in the dark. Dorothy? Munchkin Land? Power structure? WTF! Then he continued, “Oh, and one more thing. No one calls me Ian here, no one except The Doc at least. We all have nick names – Sarge, Wolf, Otter,… you get the picture.” I raised an eyebrow. “And….?” He blushed. I didn’t think he had it in him to feel embarrassed about anything, but he actually crimsoned just a bit. “They call me ‘Puddy.’” “Puddy?” “Yeah – on account of I’m such an adorable Widdle Puddy Cat.” Again the Cheshire grin and wiggling eyebrows. Now it was my turn to laugh. I had known this man for all of 2 hours, and he had gone from being “The Beast” to being “Ian” to being “Puddy” in that short time. Well, he was adorable, but it made me wonder what was next? “I think I’ll call you Ian for now – at least until I make my own assessment -- but thanks for the heads up about the nicknames. It’ll save on confusion later on.” He broadly grinned and patted the roof of my car loudly as he stood and turned walked away, sauntering back to his Jeep and giving me a first class view of his tightly muscled backside that made me start to harden again. Then he hopped into the driver’s seat, cranked the motor and drove off through the gate. After the gate closed behind Ian, Sarge signaled me ahead and gestured that I should make a U-turn and head back out. I couldn’t help but notice the way his uniform shirt pulled tight across his ample chest and shoulders and the way it’s short sleeves strained against his bulging biceps. No wonder Ian had arranged a job for him. He was fucking hot and built like the proverbial brick shithouse. I nearly drove my car right off the pavement, but I recovered, and I saw Sarge lower his mirrored rims to check me out. Then he inhaled deeply and rearranged his bulge as it expanded. It made me think about pulling over right there and then, but I reconsidered. Ian would be waiting; so, I drove on, keeping an eye on Sarge in the review mirror as I drove away and noting that as I rounded the corner he brought his walkie-talkie to his mouth.
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  25. A Super Boyfriend Part 2 by Alexdog Andy and I were inseparable for the next two weeks after that night. I was finishing up my senior year in high school, but Andy was just home for winter break from Yale went we went bowling. It was an amazing two weeks though. Growing up, I developed such strong feelings for Andy, and now I feel so amazingly connected to him. My parents loved me, but I knew that they seemed to love what I could do maybe just a little bit more. I wasn’t bitter about that…it’s overwhelming. I get it. Andy was different though - he truly loved me for who I was deep down. I mean he knew that my body was chiseled like marble and could make his cock hard whenever I wanted. He knew that I had strength that would protect him from a fucking nuclear explosion. He knew that my face would make a model fall to his knees and furiously jerk off. But those were all perks. First and foremost, he knew he had a boyfriend that loved him for who he was because he loved me for me. We spent almost every waking moment of the day together. We’d go to the movies and comment on it when we got home. We would stream everything that people were talking about. We would challenge each other to video games even though I had to fake a loss here and there. He couldn’t match my hand eye coordination. However, when we were alone in the bedroom, we were a power couple. I made sure he came buckets every night. I’d suck him dry, jerk him off in my pecs, or let him worship my body until his balls were straining to explode. I would tell him to sit back and relax as I hit mind blowing poses that would make competition bodybuilders walk off the stage in shame if they saw me. I had so much muscle control that I did things with my body that made him almost cum without touching himself. I would have him just point to separate random ab bricks and flex them into shredded hardness while keeping the others smooth and relaxed. He loved how flexible I was too. I’d push him up against a wall and lift my leg so my foot was against the side of his head in a vertical split. While staring at him in this position, I’d rub my shaft until it was harder than a titanium piston. I’d then smirk and put my head down until my mouth could suck on my own head in front of him. I would devour my own cock, while stroking that shaft from top to bottom until I shot a massive load down my own throat. That drove him over the edge on many occasions. When it was late at night, I would make sure nobody was watching as I flew him up over the city. I let him to look down to see the carnival of lights from the streets while easily supporting him so he felt weightless. I would take him to the tops of mountains before carrying him over the expanse of the ocean into the horizon. When we were done, I’d drift him back to his bed where he would sleep up against me. My body only needed a maximum hour of sleep to recharge, but other than that hour, I just watched my baby sleep in my arms. I would caress him every night, massaging his body by rippling my muscles into him as he slept like a massage chair. He would wake up feeling more refreshed than he ever did when he slept alone - he never stirred. I’d tell him good morning and follow that with an hour of passionate kissing so he could start the day feeling loved. After those two weeks, It was difficult to say goodbye when he went to school, but I knew that it was temporary because spring break was just a couple months away. Granted, during that time I did go and visit him occasionally, but with his tests and homework, I knew I had to give him his space. I still managed to FaceTime him every night. We’d talk for an hour or so, or I would pose for him pointing out each shred of definition. Sometimes he liked when I angled the phone to the mirror, so I could jerk off to my own reflection. He loved watching me work my monster cock with my attitude exuding ‘I’m the shit.’ When I knew he had a free weekend, I’d fly over to his college and spend time with him. He was pre-med, so our parents didn’t want me to disturb him too much by going there often, so I reluctantly obeyed. We were strong enough to get through that. Now it is mid March. I am sitting in the library when I look up at the clock. “Christ! Its already 4pm!” I looked around to see that nobody was watching, and I shot out of the library like a bolt of lightning reaching home in 5.8 seconds. Home was about 6 miles away, mind you. I rushed into the house and saw mom and dad. “Where is he? Is he home yet?” “He got home about an hour ago, Jax. Right after the rain stopped, the sun came out and he decided to lay up on the rooftop deck. He’s excited to see you too.” My parents actually were glad that we were together. They thought it was cute. They just thought it a little strange that the two of us were boyfriends both calling them mom and dad though. We weren’t blood related, so it wasn’t anything incestuous. At this point, he was more than family. Hell, he was more than a boyfriend. He was my soulmate and partner for life. I wanted to surprise him so I went out to the backyard, looked around, and when the coast was clear, I floated upwards to the roof. He looked so adorable, lying on the beach chair catching some rays. My skin was naturally flawless. Perfect golden brown that had not faded since I was a child. UV light from the sun did nothing to me, and cancer could never set in from the exposure. I was like a fitness model. Well I don’t know about that now that I think about it. I don’t know any fitness model with a body as carved as me. I don’t know any fitness model that could uproot a building by its fucking foundation. I don’t know any fitness model that could make his boyfriend or girlfriend cum without even touching themselves. I was more than a boyfriend. I was a god…Andy’s own god of muscle. I looked at him and smiled as I quietly glided down behind him. His eyes were closed. I took off my tank top and then dropped my shorts and underwear to the ground so I was butt ass naked. My shadow looked like a cartoon. Shoulders wide as fuck with traps that rose up my neck. My body v-tapered to a miniscule waist and my legs stood out like columns. I saw my soft dick swaying in the shadow like a pendulum. I caught myself in the reflection of one of the solar panels that were mounted on the deck. Fuck I looked good. I pumped my muscles up a little bit to make sure the veins were fully engorged as I slowly walked in front of him. I stood just askew to him so that the shadow of my body was just to the left of him, my back to him. I put my hands on my waist as I then slowly flared my lats. Sick fucking wings of pure superhuman, harder than titanium muscle started expanding out on either side of me. I cast a massive shadow across his body blocking the sun. My glutes tightened forming deep dimples on the side with striations scalloping across the hard mounds. I put my hands down from my waist and rubbed them up and down my muscled ass seductively feeling the hardness. I looked like a barrier of muscle preventing the sunlight from even touching any part of his body. I could sense his eyes opening. “I guess it’s really overcast today” as he let out a huge sigh pretending to not notice me by keeping his eyes closed. “Fuck you, dick! No cloud is this fucking thick!” I said as I brought my arms up into a ridiculous back double bicep so he could see the fucking mountain range of muscle that was blocking the warmth from the sun. He grabbed his tshirt from the ground and threw it at me while laughing. I immediately turned around and jumped towards him. I landed by grabbing both armrests of his chair and held myself planked parallel above him with nothing to keep me up except the inhuman strength of my motherfucking forearms. His eyes darted to the cuts in my shoulders looking as if I was an anatomy chart - cellophane skin on top of muscle. “I missed you baby” I said. “Oh I missed you too Jax. It’s so good to be home.” He smile and reached up to grab the back of my head. He pulled his head into mine as our lips met. My tongue plunged into his mouth and just raped his mouth with intense pleasure. I lowered my body onto his so he could feel the weight of my cock lying sandwiched between our bodies. I put my one hand behind his head while my other one reached into his swim trunks. I started to slowly massage his dick until it was rock hard and engorged. He started to play with mine too “I’m not gonna let this thing rest for the next 10 days of your vacation baby. I’m gonna drain every ounce of cum from your body.” I could feel his body shake with anticipation because he knows I mean what I say. “I have so much to tell you baby.” “Oh really? School’s been good” I scratched the back of my head in a little embarrassment. “Um..well, baby, I haven’t been to school since you left.” “What are you talking about? You have to get an education, Jax” “Well that’s just it Andy. I think I’m ABOVE school. After I started seeing those visions at the bowling alley, my mind has just been developing like crazy. I feel like I hit some sort of mental puberty, and its been set in overdrive. I can retain countless amounts of information at inhuman speeds. In fact I read through all my textbooks in like a day.” I looked down next to him and saw a thick book…The Anthology of Shakespeare. I picked it up and gave him a look. “You brought this with you to lay out?” “Yeah. I’m not happy about it, but although I’m on spring break, I still have a report to do for my English class.” “Well that’s just plain bullshit, but here, let me show you something.” I opened the cover and faster than his eyes could register, I fingered through each page one at a time in unreal speed as If someone were thumbing through one of those animation flip books. When I got to the last page, I lightly tossed it onto his chest. “Baby, go to any page you want and tell me what page you’re on. Then choose any line on the page.” He gave me weird look, but then he opened the book and said “OK hotshot, page 475 lines 15 and 16.” “‘But if thou live, remember’d not to be Die single, and thine image dies with thee’ “ I spoke in perfect iambic pentameter with one hand resting on my chest and the other reaching to the sky like fucking Hamlet. His eyes widened immediately as his gaze slowly went to mine. “What in the holy fuck?” Was all he could say. “Baby that’s what I’m saying! I have not gone to class once in these last two months. Mom and dad were kind of upset at first, but after I showed them why, they were ok with it. But that’s not all. I must have read about 17,000 books in the last two months. I’ve read fiction, nonfiction, text books, self-help books…you name it. Oh, and I can recite to you any one of those novels from start to finish.” He looked at me incredulously. “What the fuck Jax! You must be like the smartest man who ever walked on Earth.” “Well I don’t know. Some of those guys like Einstein were pretty smart. However I must say that there are a couple flaws in his theory of relativity, but we will get into that another day. I’ve taken practice law exams, med school exams, and I scored perfectly on each. I’ve discovered things about human anatomy and physiology that haven’t yet been discovered. My mind has no limit that I could find. Remember that movie we watched? Lucy? With Scarlett Johanssen? I’m using probably close to 75% of my brain, and I am still growing. Unlike her though, at least I have some sort of personality. I’m not becoming robotic like she was. I still love you more than anything, and I am just happy that you get to bask in my godlike perfection with me.” His jaw was dropped wide open. I chuckled a little. “Come on get dressed baby. I want to show you more.” I said It was about 5pm when we started to walk to the park. Since it was a Friday evening, there was quite a large crowd. There were people sunbathing, dog walking, and people having picnics. I can make his cock rock hard just by what I wear, and I knew that he loved when people admired me. It made him know that what he had was ultimate perfection. I had on a skin tight tank top that outlined every contour of my body. My shorts came down to just mid thigh, and my monstrous cock bulged out inches in front of me. We sat down next to a soccer field where there were some college kids playing around. “Why’d you bring me here hon?” He asked “I just want to show you how much I’ve developed, and I thought this would be a good place to demonstrate. Look over there. Look at that couple eating lunch right now. Her name is Laura and that’s Jason. They been dating about six months now, but she’s not sure that he’s the one. He told his family all about her, but he senses that there may be another guy in the picture. There’s not. She’s just insecure. And look over there. See that 20 year old pushing that older lady in the wheelchair. That’s his grandmother Martha. He comes by every Friday and Saturday to take her out to the park from the nursing home. She looks forward to this moment every week, and it’s the one thing that keeps her going into a depression. Look over there. That’s Vince. He just got accepted into Johns Hopkins University yesterday. He’s walking to his girlfriends house to tell her. He knows she’s going to be happy, but he also knows that she’s going to be sad that they’re going to be apart for so long…like us when you go to school.” “How the hell do you know this Jax? You met these guys before?” “I’ve never seen them a day in my life. Peering into their minds is easy for me now. I could find out any piece of information you want about anyone. Their minds are so weak compared to mine. I could literally have a conversation with an IQ genius, and my intelligence could melt his brain cells if I wanted to.” I could sense he felt a little weirded out with how much I have honed this skill. I had to get his mind on something else. I always want him to be into us, and I know that people into me is a big turn on for him. “Look over there in the far distance baby. See that girl up against the tree that’s just staring at me? She can’t help but look. She’s absolutely mesmerized by how fucking hot I am. She’s married with three kids but she can’t think of anything else but me.” I smile at him. “Stand in front of me baby.” He stood in front of me with his back to the girl as I brought my arms down into a sickening crab pose. Thick veins coursed across my split biceps with cords of muscle that fanned into a network of striations shredding over my shoulders and down to my pecs. The separation between my chest muscles was insane. I crunched my abs down into a deep cut 8 pack that Davinci couldn’t have painted. “Look at this shit baby. Look at your man. Put your hands on me and feel how much of a god your boyfriend is. Get that rod of yours hard touching me so I could take care of it tonight.” The sound of my voice turned him way the fuck on as his hands started rubbing all over me. I smiled, as I asked “That girl is still watching us?” He looked over and nodded his head confirming what I already knew. “I can feel her getting wet just staring at me. She’s so jealous of you right now, baby. She wishes her hands were touching all over this glacier of muscle. She’s picturing me fucking the living shit out of her right here in the middle of the park. She’s actually thinking of leaving her husband just by watching you touch me.” I flexed my pecs harder so they ballooned outward from my chest so high that they almost reached my chin. I stuck out my tongue and seductively guided it over the top surface of my pec shelf. “I can feel her heart racing Andy. Oh wait…wait…wait!” I grabbed his chin and turned it so he could look at her. Her hand darted immediately to her panties as she squirted right through them watching me. She raced away soaked. I relaxed my pose after she just orgasmed from my muscle. “Oh my God! She left baby. What did you do to her?” “Sadly, I just ruined her marriage. Her husband will never be able to turn her on again after seeing what she just saw. Did you see the wet spot?” I laughed. Andy was trying to comprehend how I just made a complete stranger orgasm from a football field away. At that moment one of the guys playing soccer came up next to us. He gave us a look and said “fags” as he kept running. Clearly he was not into Andy’s little worship scene. Andy took his hands off me, and I could tell that he was ashamed. He has never shown his affection for me before like this in public. “Baby, you have nothing to be ashamed of when you’re with me. You feel me if you want to feel me.” I looked at the guy as he was running down the field. He stopped in the center waiting to get the ball passed. It just rained earlier, so I noticed he was standing in a small puddle. I pursed my lips and blew out a thin stream of air right directly at his feet that were standing in the puddle. Almost instantly, the water around his feet turned into ice. The ball was kicked in his direction as he started to run, his feet were frozen to the ground and he fell forward into a puddle of mud. Everyone started laughing, and I could tell that Andy was elated. We walked home afterwards with Andy asking me a bunch of questions. Our parents cooked for us because they were going out for the evening so we ate alone. I continued to talk about my developments seeing how turned on it made him. “I’m not like superman, Andy. I’m so much better. I have powers he wished he had. I can even alter gravity around me. That’s how I’m able to fly. It’s not like I have wings or anything. I just change the forces around me, and off I go.” “You can alter your own gravitational field? That’s insane!” He said. “Well…not just mine” I snickered as I put my hand on the table and opened it so that is formed a C-shape. At that moment, my glass of water on the other side of the table slid all the way across as I grabbed it, brought it to my lips and drank with an air of conceit. It looked like it was being pulled by magnets. “Oh my God I can’t believe it. You can fucking move shit?! You are a fantasy…not just a boyfriend. I don’t know what I did to deserve this!” “Baby, don’t think like that. I don’t deserve you! You’re the only one who’s ever loved me for who I am, so all of this is for you. Do you want me to show off in public? I’ll do it for you. Do you want to just give you private shows? I’ll turn you on to unreal heights with what I can show you.” “Well, there is one thing actually, Jax.” “What’s that baby? Anything you want…it’s yours.” “Do you remember before I left for school, Nicholas had asked me to meet up with him and his new boyfriend for dinner sometime?” “Oh yeah, of course I do.” I said smiling “Well I saw him at the airport when I came home from school this morning. I guess he’s working security there now or something. Well anyway, his boyfriend was picking him so he introduced me to him. Nick brought up dinner again, so I said that we would go.” “Oh yeah babe? When?” He gave me a shy look. “Um…Tomorrow night.” I looked at him and smirked. Then his chair started to move by itself as I telekinetically pulled it towards me. The look of shock on his face was precious. I brought him so close that his face was inches from mine. My voice got real low as I said, “Perfect. I hope you’re ready for it though. Baby, I’m going to make that cock of yours harder than its ever been before in your life. Its going to leak uncontrollably ready to explode for me when we get home from dinner tomorrow. Nicholas is going to regret setting this up.” I put his hand on my cock so he can feel the massive hard-on I was sporting knowing I’m going to blow his mind. “Now lets go upstairs baby.”
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  26. A Super Boyfriend Part 1 By Alexdog I woke up as the sun started to brush against my face through the window, but I kept my eyes closed. Last night was so special, and I just didn’t want to be disturbed by a new day. While lost in my thoughts, I was abruptly interrupted by the soft warm touch caressing my leg. I opened my eyes just a sliver to see Andy lying next to me, stroking my quad up and down. He fucking loved my legs, but who wouldn’t? Each head of the quadricep perfectly etched in obscene definition with a teardrop bulging out with cock hardening mass. Andy loved them. Last week he asked me just to flex them for him which I did for an hour straight as he edged until he couldn’t take it anymore. He blew all over my quads, and I slowly rubbed it into my hairless skin completely satisfied that I turned my man on like that. He still didn’t realize I was awake as his hand started to travel upwards. The back of his hand brushed against my monster ten inch anaconda and went straight up to my abs. He was so intimidated by my dick, but it was ok. I would never have him do anything he didn’t want to do. When his hand met my abs, he paused taking in the sight. Carved is an understatement. My abs were flawless…a deeply cut set of eight plump bricks, but unlike bricks, these babies were harder than any metal that can be found on this carbon based planet. Oh, you’re probably a little confused with that so I guess I should give you a little bit of background. My name is Jax. I’m not from Earth, but I arrived when my planet was destroyed about 14 years ago. I was only about 4 years old when I landed in the middle of Smithson Park. My Earth parents told me it was about 2 AM that night, so nobody was around to hear the transporter beam signal my arrival. By chance, their car broke down on the side of the road, so they found me, a helpless and scared little boy. Of course they were nervous at first, but they found a note on me written by my parents after they had it translated into the English language. Apparently my planet was dying, and to avoid my demise, my real parents sent me to Earth. They begged whomever found me to take care of me. After reading it, the couple took me in to live with them and their 8 year old son Andy. They are my family. Andy was older than me, but he was my best friend growing up. He was never scared of me, and he treated me like a younger brother and close friend. He protected me in school and made sure I always felt safe. I was scrawny in grade school and bullied a lot, but Andy always had my back. Honestly, I feel like the Superman comics were written about me! Well I’m not sure if its from the yellow sun or just natural development of my people, but once I hit high school, my body started to change. I guess puberty hits much differently for my kind. I never stepped foot in a gym, but my body started to sculpt itself into a work of art. I’m 18 and already sporting 18” guns, a 46 inch striated shelf of pec muscle, thick tree trunk legs, and a waist that tapered down to a tight as fuck 29 inches. Did you hear me? 29 FUCKING INCHES! My jawline cut sharp with dark eyes and thick black hair and my cock…well let’s just say it belongs in the most expensive porn. My confidence soared. Every girl wanted me to fuck them and every guy in school questioned their orientation when I walked close by. Also, I started to develop, well I guess we can say powers. I had strength that you could only witness in movies. I could fly by the age of 15, and I was faster than an Olympian’s wet dream. It didn’t happen in just one day, mind you. I’m developing more and more as the days go by. I’m pretty sure I’ve only barely scratched the surface of my full potential. I didn’t flaunt it in public or anything, but Andy knew what was going on with me. Instead of being intimidated, he was like proud of me or something. My parents saw it all too. They’ve seen me lift our car to help my dad change the oil. I’ve uprooted trees by the motherfucking roots that were blocking the sun in our back yard. One time I was on the other side of the house when my ultra sensitive hearing picked up on my mom slipping on the wet linoleum in the kitchen. I caught her by running faster than a radar detector would be able to register. They handled things differently than Andy did. With all the superhero movies on the big screen and with all the turmoil in the world, they wanted me to expose myself to help the planet. It’s not something I wanted to do. I didn’t want to be in the spotlight and Andy was the only one that understood. Plus my powers were still juvenile and growing by the day. I wasn’t ready for any of that. I felt like I could always be honest with Andy - at times he was like my therapist. He didn’t give me shit for my choices, but instead he reassured me that whatever I did would be the best choice for me because it was my choice to make. I didn’t feel guilty about not taking on the superhero role. Andy was amazing, and we hung out all the time. I didn’t have to lift weights to get this god like body, but I would spot him in our home gym my parents set up for him. To humor him I’d throw around weights with ease, and I saw his dick twitch a couple times witnessing my strength. He thought he was hiding it, but it kind of turned me on to see him into me like that, I’m not gonna lie. When we hung out he would help me develop my abilities. One time, we drove to a secluded forest. He told me to see if I could blow down a tree. I mean I’ve seen Superman something similar in movies, but I thought he was giving me way too much credit. To amuse him, I took a big inhale, and as I concentrated, I could feel my intercostals compress the air in my lungs as I inhaled for over 45 seconds surprising myself. I then puckered my lips and blew long and hard. HOLY SHIT, those trees started bending against the fucking storm that I was creating from my motherfucking lungs. And this was on my first attempt! You had to see the striations in my chest. They crisscrossed like a fucking spider web. We are working on that power some more lol. I had heat vision. I had X-ray vision…well maybe not X-ray since I can also see through lead, but I don’t know what else to call it. I grew to love Andy more and more, and I wanted to have more than what we were. He was gay, and I’ve seen him go through relationships always being treated like shit. His last boyfriend Nicholas cheated on him with a younger dude about six months ago. I saw how hurt he was, but I took that opportunity and finally let go. I broke down and told him the truth. I told him that he would never need anyone like Nicholas again. I loved him for years, and I wanted to be with him forever…more than what we were now. He was silent at first, but then the tears welled up in his eyes and he wrapped his arms around me and cried. I held him so tight as I brought my lips up to meet his in one of the most sensuous kisses we have both ever experienced. That day changed my life and we’ve been going strong ever since. Well now that you’re all caught up, back to the bedroom. Still lying in bed, Andy’s hands caressed my abs in silence tracing each carved dome of muscle through the deep crevices between them. After what happened last night, I tried hard to think, peering into his mind. Images flashed through my brain. He wanted these things shredded. I surreptitiously exhaled, and my abs started to rip out deeper with cord like veins coursing over the entire midsection until even the lower abs had veins on them as thick as pencils. A deep chasm separated the two columns, and then I rippled them into fucking marble from top to bottom. “Dude! Stop that! I know you’re awake. You KNEW what I wanted to see!.” Andy said as he laughed slapping my stomach. I started laughing too. “You better watch out Andy! In time I’m gonna be able to control your mind too…not just read it!” We both started to laugh. He fell next to me putting his head on my shoulder. I wrapped my arm around his body pulling him close so he could feel completely protected. I took his hand in mine and guided it over my core making sure he felt every inch. “Perfect” I whispered in his ear. He smiled…he loved when I talked like that. “Last night was unbelievable Jax. What you did to that guy will be getting me hard for a very long time.” “Andy that WAS hot last night. I didn’t know I could do that, and it’s just the beginning. It’s just another skill we’re going to have to work on. Andy, I’m gonna be your every fucking wish. I’m gonna get in that little brain of yours, and I’m gonna find out what subconsciously makes you tick. I’m gonna make you cum gallons. Do you think Superman could do that? That pansy has nothing on this!” As I flexed my bicep into his side so he could feel the power. It’s true though! Last night was incredible. We went bowling, and although I could score a 300 point game at any point, it was just something we could do to pass the time together on a Friday night. The lanes were full, but there was one guy who was being obnoxious with his buddies in his lane. You know the type of guy. Young 30s, bulky muscle, jock type. He and his crowd were like the type of people that never made it past high school mentality. People in other lanes were obviously fed up with his act, and one actually told him to please leave, but he kept on drinking and acting a fool. I then looked at Andy and peered into his eyes. Images started flashing in my mind, as if I knew what he wanted. Holy shit, am I actually reading his mind?! I concentrated harder and I could tell that he wanted me to do something about this joke. He loved when I was cocky, and he loved when I showed off for him, but he never had me show off in public before. However, that’s what I knew he wanted me to do right now. I thought to myself, “you got it babe.” “Follow me babe. You’ll like this.” I walked up to him with Andy behind me. “Hey punk, I think my boyfriend and I are going to take your lane.” “Like hell you are!” He said laughing as if I would ever dare talk to him like that. “Well those are some pretty big guns you have there. How about we arm wrestle for it?” I went to the table that was in front of the ball return and I cleared it off and put my elbow right on the table. “Surely you can defeat little 18-year-old me huh?” Granted I still looked pretty intimidating in my tank top. I mean my arms are fucking ridiculous. Peaks are clearly split and my forearms look like the bowling pins at the end of the lane…except much harder. I’m not going to lie, he had a lot of muscle on him too, but he wouldn’t be able to arm wrestle my fucking cock. He started laughing like a buffoon. “Oh you’re on you little shit!” He locked hands with mine and Andy counted us down. On three this bully started to push hard but he was met against 100% resistance. I didn’t move a fucking hair’s length. Instead, as he was pushing I took my other hand and nonchalantly grabbed some french fries that were on the table and started to eat them. “You know these are pretty fattening.” I looked at his belly. “Maybe you should cut back a little bit if you want to get these beauties” as I pushed the side of my tank over so he could witness my razor cut obliques all while still holding his arm in place. He got angry and started pushing harder. I just gave him a slow wink and said “use both hands.” Breaking all the rules, he put his other hand on top of ours and started to push with both using all of his strength sweating. Still there was no movement. I put my index finger in front of his face and said “Look!” When he stared at my finger I slowly moved it down to my bicep guiding his eyes right to it. When his eyes were focused on my arm, I snapped my fingers. The peak started to rise so he could see I wasn’t even flexing against all of his strength. Then his arm started to move downwards towards the table. It was slow, smooth and calculating until I got to about 1 inch above the table top. I held it there watching him struggle with a shit eating grin on my face. “I think we will take the lane now,” and then SLAM! I drove his hand into the table with such force the wood actually splintered a little. I let go and he grabbed his hand and started nursing it in tears. I brought my mouth to my bicep and slowly licked the top of my bicep and said “now get the FUCK out.” I don’t know if I could run faster than he did to get out of the bowling alley lol. Lying in bed Andy said “How did you know I wanted to see you do something like that?! Have you been hiding that power from me?” “No baby, honest!. I don’t know how it happened! I just looked at you and visions came into my head. I had to kind of make it out, but I did, and I acted on it. I saw you wanted me to be cocky as fuck and make that guy leave…so I did. Same thing this morning with my abs but today it was more sharp.” “Oh my god Jax! That’s incredible!” “Oh I know! When we got home I don’t think I’ve seen your dick harder than it was. I loved stroking it off too.” I smiled It got really quiet and then he sighed. “What’s wrong Andy? Was that not what you wanted?” “No baby it was fantastic. It’s just that you’re so good to me. You always want to keep me happy, and I am always super aroused. I just haven’t been able to pleasure you. Look at that thing! I can’t put that beast in my mouth. And I don’t know if I’m ready for sex yet. It’s so fucking big!” I immediately got off the bed and stood next to him while he was still lying down. “Andy, listen to me. Being my boyfriend is the biggest turn on you can give me. I don’t expect you to suck me off. I expect nothing from you except your love and that’s what drives me crazy. And what I do to you I do because I want to. Turning you on turns me on so just go with it.” He sighed again. “Stand up babe.” Andy slowly stood up in front of me so we were eye to eye. “Baby everyone you have ever dated has treated you like crap. It’s time you know what real love is. Could any of your exes do this?” I started to spread my legs out to my side lowering myself down so I was in a full 180° split with unbelievable flexibility considering my mass. My monster cock last straight out in front of me on the ground heavy as fuck. I pointed my toes and flexed my thighs so the shreds could accentuate. Veins and striations erupted all over my outstretched quads. “Look at these legs Andy. Look at these tree trunk fucking quads that can press a fucking Mack truck. All yours baby.” I rubbed my hands up and down them and traced the cuts with my index finger. “Oh fuck” he breathed. His cock thickened and grew in front of my face. “Seeing that I can do this for you is all I need baby.” I leaned forward still in my split and put the head of his cock in my mouth. I sucked on it like it was candy. I moved my hands from my quads and brought them down into a mind blowing double biceps pose twisting my wrists in and out making them dance for him. He instinctively brought his hands up to the top, and started massaging my iron guns. I took that opportunity to start to work the top part of his shaft with my lips. He got caught up in the moment and thrust his hips pushing his shaft a little deeper in my my mouth to my surprise. “Oh my god. I’m so sorry Jax” he said to me a little embarrassed that he got so aggressive. I looked up at him, lifted one eyebrow and, to show him that he did nothing to harm me, I started to flex my intercostal muscles and my pecs and inhaled. He was pulled into me letting his cock slide down my throat until my nose was buried into his crotch. I fucking swallowed him whole with not so much as a single gag. His body shivered and I could tell he was about to fall in weakened pleasure so I quickly put my arms between his legs so that each one of his glutes were on the peaks of my biceps with my hands supporting his lower back. I then started to bob my head back-and-forth, turning my head from side to side and traveling the full length of his dick from base to tip. The whole time I’m still exerting immense sucking power. His hands grabbed my traps as he threw his head back moaning in pleasure. I peered into his mind, and I could tell he didn’t know if it could get much better than this. “Fuck yes it can babe” I thought to myself. I continued my onslaught on his cock and he gasped as he felt his feet leaving the ground. He looked down to see that we were 2 feet off the ground, and slowly levitating upwards. I’ve never flown with him before, and I thought what a great way to start. With my shoulders shredded holding him, he had no reason to feel insecure. I could hold him like this for years with not one sign of fatigue. I tensed the muscles in my throat around his throbbing head and massaged the shaft that was lodged down there. I used my tongue to vibrate along the proximal part of his cock as we continue to fly upwards in his bedroom. He reached his hand up and grabbed onto the ceiling with his one hand while still holding onto my trap with the other, bucking his hips so his cock thrusted further down my tight as fuck throat. I felt his cock thicken and I knew it was almost about time so I vibrated my tongue so fast along the base of his cock and squeezed tight around his head with my throat and he let out a huge fucking roar. He unleashed a massive load down into my belly. I slowed down my blow job and milked his fucking cock, completely draining his balls until I got every drop of cum inside me. He orgasmed for nearly 30 seconds as I slowly floated down, bringing him back onto the bed and held him. “That was incredible Jax” he said completely exhausted panting. “Babe, you’re dating a fucking god among men. I could suck every drop of cum out of those balls multiple times a day if you wanted it. I don’t think Nicholas could ever do anything like that for you” I said laughing. He sighed again. “What’s wrong Andy?” “I actually ran into him yesterday. When I broke up with him, I didn’t tell him I found out he was cheating. I just ended it. He told me he already has a new boyfriend, and that’s fine with me. He just wanted to rub it in my face as if I’m missing out on some great prize. He told me we should grab dinner together. Can you believe that?” “Well you should!” I said “Huh? Hell no Jax!” “Babe trust me. We could have a lot of fun with this. Let’s grab dinner with them” I said as I smirked. He looked at me quizzically but then he smiled back.
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  27. PART 6 Keith gazed out of a window and looked down upon Bridge Street. On this bright summer evening the warehouse apartment was in clear view from his flat. He had just finished masturbating to the amazing sight of an even larger Umberto looking dapper in his button-up muscle shirt, bow tie and “spray on” dress pants. He thought that his neighbour Lee looked like a matchstick compared to the muscle-god. The incident with the e-scooter bloke was hot as hell, as there seemed to be no end to how strong Umberto was capable of becoming. The question remained: “What does that skinny prick have that I don’t?” Keith was annoyed that Umberto had made him hide in the bathroom the night before, whilst the bodybuilder dealt with Lee and Sam’s predicament. But he was still in awe of his own muscle gain. His dick was now bigger, too, and way better to wank with. He reached for a tissue to wipe fresh spunk off his window pane. He’d heard only parts of the conversation between Umberto and his nocturnal visitors. It didn’t make sense. Or did it? He took a pill out of the bag of pills he’d swiped from the warehouse apartment. He held it in his palm and just gazed at it for what felt like a small age. Even a single pill gave off the same reek as Umberto’s massive muscles. He added a second pill to his palm. Then a third. The smell got stronger. Keith closed his eyes and imagined Umberto in the room with him. He quickly grew hard again, excited by his now turbocharged libido. “Fuck it,” he said and swallowed the three pills at once. Then he lay down on his bed and closed his eyes. He had no idea what was going to happen. But it could only lead to bigger and better things for him. *** John the bodybuilder had just finished one of the best workouts he’d ever had over at Keilly’s. He lifted heavier than his best, and with even more sets for longer reps. He had an insatiable thirst for growing his muscles, and his energy and stamina fed him the power to make that happen. Other regulars to the shittiest gym in town quickly took notice. It wasn’t just John’s furious approach to training that caught their attention, but also how much better he looked and even smelled. Underneath his shirt, the tattered remains of Umberto’s plaid shirt soaked up John’s own musk and sweat. It fed off these particles and improved on them. Soon John was reeking so much, one of the other bodybuilders nearest to him felt his eyes water. On the bench, a power-lifter named Nigel offered John a spot. The bar was sagging from so much weight on either end. “Fuck off, Nigel. I’m not here to talk,” John snarled, his attitude bad as ever. “Hey man, pardon me for being friendly. You’re looking huge, is all. No offence, man,” Nigel apologised. “I said… FUCK OFF!!!!!” John returned the weight to the rack and shot up off the bench. His upper body bulged obscenely. His shirt looked and felt tighter than before. He adjusted his lifting belt to make it fit more snugly, pleased that it had loosened a little as his workout progressed. His waist had tightened, and what was left of his roid gut was gone completely. He decided to do some deadlifts. By the time he was finished, a crowd had gathered around him. There were looks of consternation on all of their faces. John angrily flung the bar to the floor, causing it to bounce twice before settling to a stop. “WHAT? TAKE A PICTURE WHY DONTCHA?” “Dude, what shit are you on,” one of the bodybuilders, his face aghast, plucked up the courage to ask. It was then that John realised he was growing at an alarming rate. His muscles were on the verge of bursting through his shirt. Fuck it, he opened his belt and threw it to the floor. Then he grabbed hold of the shirt and ripped it apart, exposing an even more tattered shirt underneath. It hung from his burgeoning body like strands of wet linguini. John flared his lats and flexed his much larger pectorals. He felt energised like never before. It emboldened him. It made him want to lift heavier and to grow a lot more. But what about after that? What then? There were other pleasures in need of satiation. Before he’d started taking dangerous shortcuts along the bodybuilding highway, he had no problem satisfying women. As the years progressed and the steroid abuse got more and more severe, keeping the ladies happy had become an arduous chore. But now… no more Viagra would ever pass his lips. Alas, he felt like he’d now break a girl, ruining her ability to ever again feel pleasure from a man’s penis. He knew that all their girly-whining during the act would quickly get on his nerves. He was so much more powerful now. Plus, there were no women in the gym. He was suddenly horny as hell, purely boned up at the thought of his newfound strength and growing muscles. There was only one solution to this. And it came when something new switched on in his brain, something that had been lying dormant inside him… until now. His body radiated a visible heat haze caused by the rapid changes he was undergoing. His audience breathed it in, and it drove them into a frenzy. Maury, the owner of the gym appeared from out of his office in the back. “What’s going on here?” He broke through the audience and his eyes popped wider when he saw the hulk that stood before him. “Jeezus, John… what the fuck are you shootin’ up these days? You’re fucking enormous. And taller too. A lot taller. You have these fellers all horny for ya.” And then to Hector, another bodybuilder, “Hector put your pecker away. Save that shit for the alley out back.” John paid him no attention. His growth subsided and his body stopped giving off muscle-stink. He found himself gazing down at the other bodybuilders. He was at least a head taller than Holt, the tallest bodybuilder on the floor who stood six feet one inch tall. There was no time to question his sexuality after years of not being able to ‘perform’ the sexual act due to impotence. That was the old John. He didn’t exist anymore. He singled out Holt because he was the biggest of the rest. “You, Holt, is it? Hit the showers now,” John growled. He did a full lat spread and his upper body puffed up hugely. Boners galore began to make themselves known. Holt didn’t have to be told twice. He was already leaking precum at the sight of how huge and beautiful John had become. His arousal wasn’t normally directed at guys. Holt had a fiancé of two years who was six months pregnant with their first child. But he couldn’t help himself. John’s stink was incredibly arousing. And his muscles… wow… he had transformed into a fantastically beautiful human being in just a few minutes. John muscle-waddled after Holt. Other bodybuilders made to follow, but he held them back with a gesture of warning. “You’ll all get a turn, as long as no one pisses me off. I’m not staying in this shithole after today. Gridiron is gonna be my new gym. I’m big enough to train there now… probably one of the biggest, too.” And to emphasise this, John tore off his shorts, revealing a jockstrap that was stretched near to ripping point, now that his junk was four or five times bigger than before. Holt stood under the warm shower spray, his dick as hard as a pole. John joined him, removing the remnant of Umberto Morelli’s shirt from his now massive body. It landed on the floor and was soon saturated with water. The smell diminished somewhat, but John was still horny as hell. Holt’s back was to John, and so John began inhaling Holt’s scent and licking the muscles of his back, enjoying the distinct points of separation between the muscles- groups. He used one hand to reach down and pull himself off, whilst the other went around to Holt’s front to feel up his pecs. “Uhhh… so good,” Holt gasped. “Don’t talk or I’ll break your fucking neck,” John returned. With awesome strength he controlled Holt like a puppet, manhandling him with minimal effort. He made him turn around under the spray and then applied force to his head, pushing it down towards his now massive prick. Holt didn’t resist. In fact, he found John’s rough treatment of him extremely hot. Holt began to suck on the biggest dick he’d ever seen, gasping for air in between moments that made him gag until he’d grown accustomed to having such a big amount of meat in his mouth. He’d never sucked a guy off before, but he took to it like he’d been doing it for years. However, instead of John finding it pleasurable, it was as though Holt’s mouth just wasn’t big enough to satisfy a monster cock. “Stand up,” he ordered. Holt was only too keen to take this further. “Turn around and spread ‘em,” John instructed. Holt assumed the position and John inserted his wet member into Holt’s tight muscle-butt. The smaller bodybuilder winced from the initial sensation. But bodybuilders are adept at breaking through the pain barrier in their pursuit of bigger and bigger muscles, and Holt quickly adapted. John proceeded to pound his hole with vigour and strength, liking how Holt was only too eager to push back with all the strength he had. John fucked Holt with ever-increasing intensity. It annoyed him that he was nowhere near cumming, as he really wanted to release his spunk so he could get the fuck out of the place and head over to Gridiron. He closed his eyes and imagined Holt was a woman, and this helped a little. Holt had very little body hair on him, so that also helped the illusion to stick. But he still couldn’t bring on an orgasm. Then he thought about his brother Nicholas. How he hated him. Nicholas wasn’t even his real brother, having been adopted as a baby by their parents when John was just two years old. No blood ties there whatsoever. He thought about doing to Nicholas what he was doing to Holt right now. And John suddenly felt a further surge of power as his muscles and dick acquired more size and weight. Holt tried to stifle his screams, but it was impossible. So many sensations, some of which were utterly pleasurable, surged through him at once. He was getting fucked by a god of muscle and power. He never wanted this moment to end. He clenched his glutes as tightly as he could, lending John’s member more purchase. But the moment was not to last when John eventually blew, causing a hefty and unnatural amount of jizz to gush through Holt’s insides. “Yeaaahhh… fuck you Nicholas. You’re not the boss of me,” John exclaimed loudly. Holt also shot his load, albeit a miniscule amount compared to John’s torrent now sloshing around inside him. And that was it. The two men said nothing as they finished showering. Holt wanted to ask who Nicholas was, but decided not to rile the bigger man. John picked up the sodden remains of the shirt off the floor and wrung it out. It had been washed clean of Umberto’s stink, which should have alarmed John. But it didn’t. He had a feeling he wouldn’t be needing it anymore. He tossed it into a garbage bin on his way out. *** The restaurant was only at half capacity, which suited Umberto, as he hoped his first date with Lee wouldn’t be a crowded one. It was quite the plush affair, with diners sharply turned out in suits and cocktail dresses. The restaurant manager immediately approached the dating pair with a modicum of disapproval showing on his face. “Ah, Signor Morelli, we have your usual table ready for you, if you would like to follow me.” He gestured to them to enter with a flowing sweep of a white-gloved hand. Umberto was much larger, now, since his last visit. The manager was worried the special reinforced chair reserved exclusively for the restaurant’s most muscular client might not support him like it used to before. “Thank you, Luigi. I’m here with my boyfriend Lee. And I hope you have enough cooks back there. This bodybuilder is very, VERY hungry tonight.” Umberto brought up his sleeveless arms into a massive double biceps pose. Ball biceps, at least forty inches around, ballooned into being. Luigi gasped, as did several of the diners, aghast at the sight of the muscle-god. “Oh my, Signor Morelli. I hope we don’t run out of our specialities tonight,” said Luigi, chewing his lip beneath a waxy black handlebar moustache that made him look like a villain from a silent movie. “And just to make sure my shirt meets your dress code, check out the back,” Umberto boasted, doing a 180-dregree turn. He then pressed his knuckles and thumb tips into the sides of his waist and fanned out the biggest lat spread he’d ever displayed so far. To Lee he looked even bigger than he was upon leaving his apartment for the walk to Timpani Street. The central strip of shirt material down the middle shrank to shoelace thickness, and the turquoise ribbing connecting back and front of the shirt groaned in defiance of the strain he was applying to them. His shoulders seemed to widen even as his waist appeared to tighten slightly. He also flexed his muscle-buttocks, increasing its bubble shape and putting enough pressure on the seat of his pants to the point where buttons threatened to pop off his rear pocket flaps. “I have so much flesh on show, Luigi… it might appear that I obscenely fall short of what you would call ‘appropriate dining attire’. But look at the fucking size of me? How can I ever begin to conceal all this muscle? Just look at me, and be shocked at how much bodybuilding I have on display. I’m constantly bodybuilding, even when I’m not killing it in the gym. I am a bodybuilder and I WILL show my muscles!!!” A tad bit arrogant of Umberto, nonetheless, Luigi didn’t take offence and hid his erection with a menu. Lee kept quiet for the moment, instead enjoying his new boyfriend’s display of beauty and power. The monster dick behind his EBFs began to torment his straining button-fly. “Erm… it would appear that you just about meet the restaurant’s minimum standards of dress, Signor. Allow me to show you to your table,” the fawningly stunned Luigi managed to say without chewing his lip off. And then to the diners nearest to the restaurant foyer, Umberto did another full lat spread, this time trying to see if he could burst the buttons down his shirt, just for fun, of course. The diners were two men enjoying some kind of pasta dish with red wine. They were clearly a couple, and before Umberto showed up to give them a free muscle show, they’d only had eyes for each other. That changed in a trice. Umberto bulked up his upper body to titanic proportions. His muscle bust exploded with size, weight, and so many rippling striations. The upper pectoral masses pushed upwards and upwards, forcing him to move his head back, which in turn made his neck double in width. His upper pecs completely devoured his bow tie, which was under a terrible strain to stay fastened. This time the button-flap breast pockets of the shirt not only shifted to a horizontal state, but they actually almost folded back on themselves, as his bodybuilt bosoms screamed for escape. Fortunato was an excellent tailor. He knew how to make garments that ever-growing bodybuilders could get a decent amount of wear out of before they jumped up another size or two. Although exceptionally wide gaps appeared between the buttons exposing more of Umberto’s golden bronze skin tone, every button held fast. The gay dining couple instantly grew hard, one of whom actually came there and then in his pants. “Lat spread… lat spread… latissimus dorsi muscles widening and thickening, ballooning beyond belief, yeaaaaah!” Umberto had once again been swept away by his often uncontrollable muscle lust. And then, to Lee… “Fuck it… I want you to EBF my pants right here, right now. I need the extra lust to help my appetite grow, along with everything else.” Finally breaking his silence, his cock now yearning for release from the cramped confines of his exposed button-fly dress pants: “But I don’t have scissors with me, Umberto.” Luigi appeared confused. “Er… Signor, what is this ‘EBFing’ Signor Morelli speaks of?” Lee pushed his pelvis forward, making sure his crotch caught adequate light from the subdued lighting pervading the dining area. “See? The button-fly isn’t concealed. I had these specially made, but if I had something sharp, maybe a fillet knife or something like that, I can fulfil my huge boyfriend’s request. He really likes how they look. He’s caught up in muscle lust and also the lust for EBFs,” Lee explained. “Oh, I see. Quite bohemian, Signor. I will check with Chef in the kitchen and be right back,” said Luigi, scuttling away like a frightened crab. “Yep, boho style… that’s what we like,” Lee winked, enjoying his boyfriend showing off to everyone present. Three male diners from other tables suddenly got up and made beelines for the men's room, leaving their wives or girlfriends dumbfounded at such a display of brutish masculinity. Not one for keeping the most muscular client waiting, Luigi soon came back with the fillet knife. It was scalpel sharp, and this pleased Lee. “Ok, Umberto, this won’t hurt. Just keep still, hold your full lat spread pose and I’ll gently nick around the fly for you and snip off the placket concealing your buttons,” Lee instructed. “No wait, my skinny little hunk of gorgeousness. I want to burst out of this shirt. Fuck dress codes… I’ll dine bare-chested in just my soon to be exposed button-fly bodybuilder pants. Make them slutty for your big slutty muscle-god. TIME FOR THE BIGGEST FULL LAT SPREAD EVER!!!!” Umberto widened his stance, throwing his head back even further. Veins thick as gas pipes bulged out of his neck, causing some threads to snap along the strip part of the bow tie. He rolled out his arms and deltoids, fanning his lats to further increase his blood flow. Then he slowly brought his arms down to connect with his waist. His forearms were now as thick as a light-heavyweight bodybuilder’s thighs, making it difficult for him to generate the movement necessary to pop the pose. But he endured, commanding incredible effort and power over his muscles. He could almost feel and hear his bones shifting and adjusting to create more room for his muscles to expand in every direction possible. “HERE IT COMES! HUNNNNGGGHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!” It wasn’t a metazenic growth spurt, but rather force of will alone that caused Umberto’s upper body to pack on even more crazy mass. The gaps between the buttons on his shirt widened further, to a point where each one could clearly accommodate a man’s fist. The buttons on his breast pockets pinged off like 9mm bullets, all four of them shooting upwards, two of which ricocheted off a chandelier. One plopped into a man’s spaghetti, but he was too busy wanking off in the toilets, but he’d probably be choking on it later. “I’M FUCKING ENORMOUS. I’M SO FUCKING HUGE!!!!!!!!!!!” Lee was so turned on, likewise Luigi. But Lee could contain his lust, knowing deep in his heart that Umberto was now his, and vice versa. They’d only known each other a couple of days, but it was enough. There’d be plenty of time for blowing his load later. For now, he had work to do. “Hold that pose, my gorgeous, fucking beautiful monster bodybuilder,” Lee chimed, getting down on one knee to get at Umberto’s crotch. To his delight, when he pulled away the concealing placket of the pants, the buttons were white, enamel-coated, and embossed with the “House of Trione” motif. The contrast between the buttons and the black pants would make the button-fly instantly eye-catching. Lee began to neatly saw away at the placket using the fillet knife. He’d used sharp knives on previous pairs of his own, whenever a scissors wasn’t up to the task. It took less than a minute to cut along the top, down the stitched side, finally finishing by nicking off the bottom part. Five sexy white embossed buttons – with gaps galore through which Umberto’s dark pubic hair could be seen – were now on show to the world. His crotch reeked of musk, and Lee inhaled deeply. Umberto still held the lat spread, his head completely lost to Lee over the horizon of his upper pecs. “Luigi, is there a mirror here, something Umberto can use to see how his pants look?” Luigi had to think. “Just the ones in the restrooms, Signor. But they are fixed to the walls. No… wait… there might be a spare one in storage.” Luigi clapped his hands twice together, and two maintenance men promptly appeared. They were given their instructions and went off to fetch the mirrored pane. “Just hold on a little further, Umberto. Keep the pose. The mirror is on the way. Your exposed button-fly bodybuilder slut pants look amazing. The bulge behind your fly is exceptional. Your junk meat keeps getting thicker and weightier.” Lee was so into all this, now. So far the date was going tremendously well. “I need to see. SHOW ME!!!!!! GRRRRR!!!” The maintenance men soon returned with the six by six feet square mirror transported with help from thick gloves they had on. They assumed positions just in front of Umberto, both men as awestruck by the muscle giant as much as everyone else present. They each stood on either side of the mirror, making sure it was secure. Umberto brought himself down from the lat spread, assuming a relaxed pose, which on him still looked like he was insanely pumped. Every sinew and vein still throbbed with power and hormone-infused blood. The gaps between his shirt buttons got a little thinner, although not by much. “They look… they look…. fucking FANTASTIC!!!!!!! OMG I’m fucking gorgeous beyond belief. I’m getting more and more beautiful. More masculine, and now with my sexy EBFs which are about to become the sole outfit for the evening. GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!” Umberto didn’t even have to throw out another lat spread. He simply flexed his gigantic muscles, forcing more and more blood into his upper body. He rolled back his shoulders and blasted his chest out as far as it would go. He was in awe of his reflection in the mirror. “Goodbye shirt,” he said with a smirk. His chest burst out of the shirt, sending several buttons blasting outwards with enough force to crack the mirror. The elastic ribbing on either side of the shirt split apart, turning the once super sexy dress shirt into a dozen or more ripped strands. His bow tie also split open and shot away from his neck with as much force as the buttons. The men holding the mirror were lucky it hadn’t shattered completely. Not that they would have cared. They were so turned on by the insane show of masculine muscularity before them. Umberto looked around the room smugly, his chest heaving with excitement. His pecs seemed to take on a life of their own, heaving and flexing, bouncing and bulging as he pulled the remains of the shirt from his incredible flesh. Then he leaned into and squeezed out every last bit of power he had to flex into the ‘most muscular’ most muscular pose ever to be displayed on a human male body. His physique bulged more obscenely as new networks of veins pushed upwards under his paper-thin skin. Biceps nearing the forty-five inch mark pushed against forearms as thick as the shanks of a bull calf. His traps rushed up to almost pull his head down into their muscular masses, and veins thicker than Lee’s middle finger blasted out of them with abundance. Umberto leaned further and further into the pose, his dick now snaking down one bulbous thigh, making it appear to be thicker than the other. At least it didn’t burst his beautiful fly-buttons apart, not yet anyway. “BODYBUILDING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” He roared with enough force to make the chandelier rattle above them. An overweight middle-aged lady with a bad facelift, passed out in shock and had to be revived by her erect husband. Lee was so glad he’d shot his load earlier, before meeting Umberto, otherwise he’d have soiled himself like most of the other male diners. “Oh Signor Morelli… this is most improper,” said Luigi, mopping a patina of sweat from his shiny brow. “Tough shit. My money’s good here, and so are my muscles. Now bring me a menu. All that flexing has left me famished,” Umberto demanded. He hadn’t expected muscle-lust to take him over at the restaurant. But he was settling down, now, free to turn his attention to his beautiful Lee for the rest of the evening. “He’ll have that one, Luigi… the one you’re using to hide your pitiful erection,” Lee teased, thoroughly invested in the events of the date so far. Luigi handed the menu over to Umberto, but the bodybuilder god made no attempt to take it. Instead he bounced his pectorals more vigorously, and winked at Luigi. “I think you know what to do, Luigi, my good man.” Luigi tentatively moved closer to Umberto. Being only five eight in height, the head waiter’s face drew level with the meatiest, manliest chest he’d ever seen. And Umberto’s huge, firm nipples looked good enough to eat. If only. He gingerly inserted the menu into Umberto’s pec cleavage. The menu stayed put, clamped tightly between the mega-mounds. “Thank you so much. Now fetch me my usual bottle of wine, the ‘87 merlot. And we’ll need a few minutes to decide on a starter course.” “Of course, Signor.” *** It so happened that the restaurant didn’t just serve pizza. It sold pretty much any Italian dish you could think of. Lee found the food utterly delicious. Not usually known for having much of an appetite, he ate most of what was put in front of him. He’d chosen a Parma ham and porcini mushroom tagliatelle, whilst Umberto went for spaghetti and meatballs (four hefty platefuls) and a massive basket of garlic and pesto bread. The establishment had provided him with a sizable bib so that food wouldn’t fall from his mouth and onto his pec shelf or down between his cavernous cleavage. The bib barely covered the top of his pectorals. Fortunately Umberto’s chair still supported his weight, although the maintenance men from earlier were on standby with concrete blocks to push under the chair if required. Conversation flowed well as the meal progressed. The only silences were far from awkward ones; simply caused by Umberto shovelling forkful after forkful of spaghetti into his flawless mouth. They decided to get the matter of John the bodybuilder out of the way so that they could enjoy the rest of their evening. “Don’t worry about him. I know his type. The roids will get him in the end. Fuckers like him usually end up spending more time in the hospital than the gym.” Umberto tore off a big hunk of garlic pesto bread and chewed it noisily. His appetite was enormous; it had to be. “Yeah but what about the shirt? There’s something about that smell, YOUR smell that’s affecting others. I grew a monster dick, and Sam, well, you saw him. He’s now determined to become a gigantic bodybuilder. The effect you’re having on people is nothing short of magical, Umberto.” Umberto didn’t really want to tell Lee as much as he’d told Keith. There’s something about confiding in strangers that can often make you open up more than you intended to. But Lee was more than a stranger. He’d won Umberto’s heart so quickly. There was plenty of time to reveal all the relevant details to Lee as they got to know each other better. Over dessert they talked about family and friends, what movies and TV shows they liked. It turned out they were big fans of the MARVEL movies, so that took up a good half an hour of the evening. After three glasses of wine, however, Lee began to get a bit drowsy. He’d eaten more than usual, which also made him sleepy. However: “I’m eighteen years old, Lee. Just thought you needed to know that,” said Umberto, almost blushing for not yet owning up about his age. Suddenly Lee snapped upright, his drowsiness forgotten. “What? But you… you… can’t be younger than me. I’m twenty. You look way older, if you don’t mind me saying.” “It’s my condition. Metazeniosis. It’s a genetic thing… makes me grow muscles way beyond what normal men can achieve. I take pills to keep it under control. They also cause the muscle-musk I give off. The musk that got on my shirt.” Back to the shirt again: “What if your ability to grow is passed onto others through inhalation and contact with your clothing? The smell in my apartment seemed to get stronger hours after you gave me the shirt. The world isn’t ready for a bad-natured bodybuilder as big as you, Umberto.” Lee appeared genuinely worried. The date had been going great… until now. Umberto’s chair creaked noisily as he attempted to lean across the table to comfort Lee by taking his hand in his own. His massive pectorals made the task more clumsy than difficult. “I won’t let that happen, I promise. Let’s not talk about that, my sweet Lee. There’s no way he can get as big as me. The pills I’m on can affect non-metazenic men, but only marginally. The research institute monitoring me has it all under control. It’s not like every man I come into contact with is bursting with massive muscle. I mean, only your dick grew. You’re still a super-sexy skinny twink. But now you have an even bigger dick. And you’re all mine, now. You don’t have to worry. I got this.” They finished off their meal in relative silence, with Lee just playing with a forkful of cheesecake. It was just a thin sliver, with the rest going to Umberto. After leaving the restaurant, the pair decided to stroll casually back to Bridge Street. They were in no hurry. It was a beautiful pleasant evening. Lee checked the time on his phone. It was just nearing 9:45 p.m. Sunset was in full swing. The street was abuzz with people out for a good time. Umberto got so many stares, but he was used to it and was happy to stop once in a while to let people admire his muscles, or even touch his pecs, abs, and biceps. He absolutely loved being shirtless, but it was still fun to burst out of figure-hugging shirts that kept getting tighter on him. One passer-by – a guy out on a pub crawl with his rowdy mates – had a bottle of beer in his hand, and it looked like he’d already been sick down his shirt. “Them muscles look so fake. That a muscle suit you’re wearin’ mate? I’ll bet a swing of me beer bottle against those titties of yours will let some of the air out,” he slurred and belched. “Come on, Stu, leave it out. That’s Umberto Morelli. Saw him on the internet. He’s a fucking legend,” said one of Stu’s mates, less inebriated and trying not to let his friend get out of hand. And to Umberto: “Sorry about that, mate. He’s drinkin’ on an empty stomach. He isn’t usually like that.” Then: “Look at those girly pants they’re both wearin’,'' Stu continued, being a complete wanker. “Fuckin’ buttons on the outside. Look, the pair of them have ‘em on. Are you two poofs or what?” “You’d better watch your mouth, mister. My arm weighs more than your entire body. I’m not sure how many unbroken bones you’ll have left after I slam you into a wall.” Umberto made sure not to provoke the knob-head by inciting his anger. “Yer fuckin’ all talk, with your girly pants and fake muscles!” Before his friends could stop him, Stu lashed out at Umberto with the beer bottle. It smashed harmlessly against his granite left pectoral, but a piece of glass hit Lee on the chin. Blood began to spill from the wound. “Shit,” said Lee, trying not to get blood all down his lovely dress shirt. It began to pool up in his palm. Other passers-by now gathered to witness the spectacle. Umberto lost it. He grabbed Stu by his polo shirt and lifted him a couple of feet off the ground. He pulled him close so that they were face to face. Hot breath snorted out of Umberto’s nostrils and mouth, carrying with it the aroma of wine and Italian food. He bared his teeth, anger burning furiously in his eyes. Umberto said nothing, but his muscles were swelling up, as untold strength gathered within him. “Umberto don’t. It’s just a scratch. The prick isn’t worth it,” Lee cautioned. A woman standing nearby pulled a hanky out of her purse, for which Lee was extremely grateful. He held it to his bleeding chin. Where was a fuckin copper when you needed one? Across the street there was a shop with a candy-striped canvas awning out front. At least Stu would have a soft landing. A double decker bus just whizzed past. The throw sent Stu arching upwards and across the road, narrowly missing the bus, where he then landed on the awning without a scratch. But the awning didn’t support his weight. He crashed through it, but it broke enough of his fall so that only his ego would be bruised. The crowd of onlookers started cheering and applauding the mighty bodybuilder, most of them capturing the feat on their phones. Umberto checked out Lee’s chin. Fortunately the injury was minor, and he kept pressure on it with the hanky. They continued to head for home. “I feel so safe with you, Umberto,” said Lee as they walked hand in hand. “I’d never let any harm come to you. Speaking of which, how is your chin?” Lee took the hanky away from the wound. It was still bleeding, but not that badly. “There’s a pharmacy half a block that way,” said Lee. He’d get something for the bleeding in there. *** They arrived at the warehouse apartment on Bridge Street at just after 10 p.m. A simple plaster had been enough to stop Lee’s chin bleeding. It was barely noticeable on his cute face. “Well that was quite an adventurous evening. It didn’t quite go as I’d hoped. But I’m glad we did this. One question though,” said Lee, caressing one of Umberto’s huge upper arms softly but excitedly. “Ask away,” said Umberto, his excitement also on the rise. “Are you going to be a perfect gentleman and wish your sexy twink goodnight? Or are you going to inv–” “GET IN HERE,” Umberto interjected, growling playfully. It appeared that their date was far from over.
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  28. Refined What an interesting word, but a correct one. Trevor felt still very much in control, but it was if Dantalion was offering him something, pushing him towards something. Asking or telling him something that he needed to accept. This wasn’t supposed to be able to happen - a djinn was not supposed to push into his Bound. But here they were, in Trevors mind and in the dark places. The djinn could not understand (and he was trying his best) as to why this Domination in Trevor was causing him so much angst. Why? That is what the djinn feed off of - until now. Now he fed off of everything Trevor wanted, needed, wished for, imagined. But his human fell badly about it. Why? That swelling feeling that was now pushing through the chain, that feeling he couldn’t control anymore - but he was trying - it was HIS wish to refine his Bound. He didn’t know what that meant yet, just that he had to do it, and do it now. It was un-natural. He was pushing the limits of every djinn law. “D. What are you doing? What…” —————- Trevor felt like he was floating. He felt free. Not the freedom of a bird flying into the sky; but, free to exist in its own reality. Then he found himself again laying on top of Dantalion, his beautiful djinn- in that hotel room in Port Angeles, Washington - The Harbor of Angels. It seemed a bit ironic that they were in this town, with this name. A demon and human together, Dantalion was stroking Trevor’s head lightly. His fingers caressing him like a kitten. “Ya, D. That feels so good.” Trevor spoke softly finding his place on D’s chest, sticking out his tongue to lick the god’s skin. Then he shot upright…How long had he been asleep? The clock read 10 minutes since he remembered last looking, just after fucking Dantalion. “What happened, D? What happened to us and …I don’t know … me? Did I see your Well? Did you go into my mind, or was it just a dream?” Trevor’s thoughts were racing - only because he wanted it to all be true. Dantalion was cautious. He didn’t know fully what had happened either. “You have been refined.” Fucking hell. What did that mean? “I have destroyed the Darkness in you. I have dissolved all of those rooms. All of them. There is nothing more of those places now… But, I cannot understand why you would degrade yourself or - feel badly - for those things, those places. They gave me power beyond anything I could have hoped for.” Trevor laid his head again on D’s massive chest and the djinn wrapped him gently in his arms. He had indeed grown thicker and taller. Dantalion’s head was at the headboard now, and his large round rock-hard ass was half hanging off the end of the bed. He started stroking Trevor’s hair lightly again… he never wanted to stop feeling his human. “It was not a dream. We were there, inside of each other. Now there are no more secrets. You showed me your inner self and I have showed you mine. We have become One.” He sounded both formal and gentle, speaking with the deep rumblings of a giant beast with a thickly muscled neck. A tear escaped Trevor’s eye. “Do not be sad, Master. I am here now. I will not leave you, ever.” “I’m not sad, D. I just don’t feel any guilt or turmoil inside of me anymore. It’s all been wiped away. It’s just overwhelming - this new feeling. The absolution of it… Thank you, Dantalion.” He kissed the djinn’s pec and snuggled back into his position. “No, Trevor. Thank you.” He wondered if the human had felt the other upgrades to his body, not just the mental relief. The djinn had truly refined his Bound - although he had no idea how it was possible or what was happening inside of him - of them both. This was not in the script. It was not a power he should have - to Refine his human permanently - to absolve him of his inner-demons, the self-inflicted ones - and then to relieve him of his physical imperfections and to instill within him some djinn magic. This should not be possible. He thought about that moment, the harness, the chain - the flood of unending and absolute power coursing through him…He couldn’t help it. He had to offer Trevor a taste of salvation; the kind that only a deity can bestow. He shouldn’t be able to do that…he repeated over and over in his mind. “What am I becoming?” He whispered. His Well was nearly full now and as he turned inward to think upon this shift inside - the things that were different. Trevor had fallen asleep, his head resting softly on Dantalion’s bloated right pec, an arm extended with his hand on D’s massive neck, legs curled up on the djinn’s abs, their heartbeats still pulsing together. The djinn would not trade this moment for anything in the universe. ————————- Bael sneered as he looked at his Bound from across a dark room deep in a basement somewhere. The room was massive and tall, no windows, empty mostly. A scent of mildew and cement that had been too wet for too long hung in the stale air. He had been chained here for the better part of 2 decades, never allowed to leave, never allowed to return to his vessel, never allowed to take on his mist form. He had been in this dungeon, awake, shackled in silver chains, his neck wrapped in an iron noose of his own making, as commanded by his Bound. It was demeaning to be treated this way. In his previous cycles, he had not been treated like an animal. He had not been treated well, but not like this, never like this. Anger rose up in him again. The rage nearly made him cry, not out of hurt, but out of infinite frustration and hate. He would soon ascend and had every intention of destroying every last human on this filthy disgusting planet. He’d start with that fucking asshole looking at him from across the room. A thin haze of cigar smoke permeated the air. Bael would have hated the smell as much as he hated his Bound, but he had come to associate the rich warm tones of the extremely expensive small-estate tobacco with his constantly increasing power - the cigar was his tether. That had been established in the beginning - in the early days of their binding. He had almost needed to trick the human into it, but ultimately the human didn’t need to be. He accepted it as a term of his Binding. If Bael knew then what he knew now about this man, he would have included a few more…proclivities in with their pact, but the cigar was doing its job. With every draw, more power - and the human LOVED his cigars. His Well was almost full. So fucking close. His power was immense. His disgust for humans even more so. He was a massive thing, nearly 15 feet tall and almost as wide. All of it harder-than-granite muscle. His face was angelic but purely male - rough but beautiful. He was close to perfection and power in one body, one being. The feeling was addictive - the feeling when his Bound pulled from the cigar. Fuck he felt good, every single time… but it was the mana that felt good. The man, not so much. He closed his eyes. He was so close to ascension and his apotheosis. Then this horrible fucking game could be over. Just Dantalion remaining - he was always the runt - and although Bael felt a shift in Dantalion recently, a threat almost, he was unable to make out any details. He wasn’t concerned however. He was on the edge of all he had suffered through for millennia. He needed to find Dantalion and have his Bound crush his vessel to end it all. His power would be limitless. His vengeance swift. His godhood secure. Cigar Man stood up from the metal chair he was sitting in and walked toward Bael chained in the corner. “Another cigar for you, Sir?” Bael rumbled the words. “What do you fucking think?” Another new cigar appeared, parked on the right side of Cigar Man’s mouth, cut and lit. Pull pull pull. The feeling that Bael got from the cigar was almost sexual - but he didn’t know exactly what that felt like - just from his understanding of it. Awwwwww fuck ya. More. He wanted to beg his Bound to keep pulling - but he could and would not - it was not djinn way to ask for anything, even if he did secretly want to. Cigar Man was almost to Bael. He reached up and pulled one of the silver chains, the one attached to Bael’s collar. “Down boy.” Cigar Man looked at the links in the chain - they showed new signs of stress. “Have you been trying to escape?” The djinn leaned down as he felt the chain pull him. His eyes were avoidant. “Sir, we must destroy my last brother. He is the last one and then I will ascent and could give you complete control of this world. Your power would be limitless. No more rules and laws that I must abide by. You could rule it all. Just that one thing left. You must destroy Dantalion.” Bael was careful to not lie, as he could not to his Bound; but instead frame everything as could/should/would. He had learned to tell the truth but also deceive. These humans were so gullible. It was disgusting. “Fuck. You’ve grown to be a big fucker, haven’t you?” Cigar Man looked Bael in the his steel blue eyes.“ “Where is he?” “I don’t know, Sir. To the West.” Cigar Man pulled Bael’s chain down hard in a quick motion. They were eye to eye only a few inches away from each other. “That’s not good enough. But I guess it will have to do. For now. You know the drill. I’m glad this is the last one. It’s been a pain in my ass to find the last two. I’m a fucking busy man.” He turned on his heels and walked toward the stairs, then up them. Bael was enraged. Anger welling up in him, almost choking him with its potency. He stood tall again and focused on his Well of Power. He could feel how close to full it was and then it was all over, regardless of that little Dantalion shit. He flexed, cords of massive fibers exerting millions of pounds of pressure, thick veins rising to the surface pumping pure mana into his muscles. Awwww the power was addictive. He was god. He was Power. Fuck. The chains were warping. More fucking power. He grew another inch taller, the human still was working on the new cigar. Just a little bit more.. He flexed his whole body again, harder. Fuck. Cigar Man would shit his pants if he saw the freak that Bael had become in the last few minutes. Every inch of his body screamed of ultimate power. So close. So close. Then a one of the chains snapped. Bael let out a roar, all of him exploding with more size. He looked at the other chains tying him to the floor and wall. He fingered the collar around his massive throbbing neck. “You’re next.” He closed his eyes and started to flex again. ————————————————————- Trevor woke with a start. It was still dark and Dantalion still had his arms around Trevor, not moving at all for hours. He locked eyes with Dantalion. “We have to get back to Seattle. NOW!”
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  29. CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE He finished up in the shower, cleaning up his cum from the tiles, and revelled in the post-pump/post-orgasm glow. He was beginning to understand Uncle Jake’s passion for fitness and, in particular, bodybuilding. Stepping out of the shower, he wrapped a towel around his waist and went to retrieve his clothes from his locker. He dried himself off and dressed, heading off in search of his uncle. Leaving the change rooms, one of the behemoth bodybuilders he recognised from earlier gave him the ‘bro nod’ - you know, that sort of reverse nod, where instead of nodding, he lifted his chin slightly. Scott tried to return the gesture, though he felt a little sheepish, sure he didn’t get it quite right and probably made a fool of himself, but the massive bloke seemed to accept the mutual greeting. Scott built up the courage to ask after his uncle. “Excuse me, uh… Sir. You haven’t seen Jake around, have you?” The bodybuilder laughed, a rich, deep, resonant sound that belied his look. A look that said ‘fuck with me and you’ll die.’ “Hey little bud – Scott, was it? – no need to call me ‘Sir’,” he chuckled again, “the name’s Bradley. Brad to my friends. And any friend of Jake’s is a friend of mine. Jake's a good egg. If you ever need anything, just say the word. I think I saw him head off towards the saunas a while ago, try there.” “Thank you Si– uh, sorry, Brad.” He snorted, “Oh, and kid? Props. I saw you working out with Jake earlier. Takes a special bloke to keep up with him. He has a hardon for working out and doesn’t take any prisoners - he’d never make it as a personal trainer as all his client’s would drop him for working them too hard; ironic, I know. Keep up the good work - you’ll be growing in no time.” He beamed. “Thanks Brad. Hope to see you around here more often as I plan to start working out much more.” “Sounds good, mate. I’ll be here. Gym’s my second home,” he laughed. “Give me a heads up if you ever need a spot, or you need guidance on form or the equipment.” “Thank you. I better go and find my uncle. Seeya.” He headed off towards the sauna area, walking on a cloud. He’d earned the respect of an obvious iron junkie - someone he’d be in awe of and, to be honest, more than a little afraid of if he’d run into him on the street. As he approached the saunas, he heard deep, husky groans and moans and an almighty bellow followed by loud grunts. It sounded like some hot porn video, with a manly deep-voiced bloke clearly enjoying himself. He chubbed up at the thought of some bloke getting his rocks off in the saunas. Curious, he followed the sound and looked through the viewing window embedded in the door of the sauna.
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  30. PART 5 The next day at Aldersons supermarket was a hectic one. The builders were in to repair the damage to the men’s changing room, as the structural damage caused by Umberto’s alternation to the doorway proved more serious than initially thought. To make matters worse, five staff had phoned in sick, and so Eugene – who’d been up half the night wanking to the recorded footage of the biggest most muscular man he’d ever seen – was forced to send his staff on their lunch breaks two at a time instead of the usual six. Lee and Sam opted to take their lunch break together. This suited them fine. They had the breakroom to themselves, so they had half an hour not only to eat their lunches, but also to continue to process the events of the previous evening. “It’s obvious that he’s keeping something from us,” Sam said in between mouthfuls of microwaved mac n’ cheese with meatballs he’d brought from home. His appetite had always been a hefty one, but now that he’d grown almost two inches in height, lost body fat and gained substantial muscle in lightning quick time, he would find himself eating more in order to keep himself satisfied. In contrast, Lee didn’t have much of an appetite. He toyed with a yoghurt, dipping the spoon in and just letting it trickle back into the pot. “Well he did say he’d explain more to me when we go for dinner tonight,” Lee said, surprised at his lack of enthusiasm. “You’re still going on the date then? Shouldn’t you think it through a little better? Umberto definitely had someone in his apartment last night. I heard the shower going, and when I asked to use his bathroom he told me the water was off.” Sam had to speak in between mouthfuls, he was so hungry. “So what? It’s not like we’re an item or anything. He can see other guys. Although, he suggested yesterday that I was boyfriend material. He’s definitely into skinny twinks like me. And did you see the size of him?” Lee paused when he felt the buttons of his EBF work pants strain when his monster porn-cock grew bigger at the thought of Umberto’s new size. “I know. He has no shame, letting us in with jizz all over his naked bod. The place reeked of it. Made his muscle-musk stronger, too. I think I grew a little more last night when I got home.” Sam made a muscle by raising his arm up, causing the bicep to roll and bulge and completely stretch out the sleeve of his polo shirt. The shirt appeared tight across his chest, with apparent pectoral meat jostling beneath. His nipples poked through shamelessly. He’d been getting a lot of stares from co-workers and customers alike since clocking in that morning. “You’re definitely bigger, now that you mention it.” Lee had to adjust himself on his chair in order to give his dick more room to expand. His pants were now quite tight in the crotch. “I know. I love the feeling, to be honest. I’m going to join a gym as soon as I can. I want to get bigger… fuck it… I want to get HUGE!” Sam stopped eating and stood up from the lunch table. He’d had to pull his belt tighter, since losing almost two inches off his waistline. He stood before Lee and made a full lat spread, causing his new muscles to expand and make his work shirt even tighter. “Maybe Umberto will let you train in his apartment gym. I’ll ask him at dinner tonight. It bothers me, though, that he seemed anxious for us to leave. I guess it was late, and even mega muscle-gods need their beauty sleep. He might even be bigger by the time we meet later.” Lee then seemed to stare off into space as he mentally built such an image in his mind. A spot of drool appeared in one corner of his mouth. “He seemed a little concerned by our physical changes. And when I put it to him that we think it’s his muscle-musk from the shirt that triggered the changes, along with our desires for ourselves and each other, he frowned, as if he wasn’t expecting any of this to happen. You wanted a foot long dick to fuck my arse with, and I wanted massive muscles. Bingo! It happened.” Sam made a most muscular pose and delighted when he heard and felt some threads popping along the shirt seams. “Well he did reassure us that John won’t be a problem. He said he’d talk to the manager of Gridiron, and if John tries to join, he’ll be denied,” said Lee, and then a worried look washed over his face. “What is it? You look like you just got bad news or something?” “It’s almost as though Umberto expects John to make the entry weight to join Gridiron. John is clearly on steroids, that much was evident from his mood swing last night which cost me a chair. What if all the shit he puts into himself reacts with the musk from Umberto’s shirt and makes him super huge? What if he gets as big as Umberto?” “Hey… you’re letting your head run away with itself. Tell you what, I’m gonna ask Eugene to put me on the sports aisle after break. I definitely look like a beginner bodybuilder now. So I look better suited to work on the aisle where we’re most likely to find the bodybuilders shopping. I’ll ask if any of them knows a bodybuilder named John who has a bad attitude, and works delivering pizzas for his brother. You never know, we might find out where he trains, or even where he lives.” Sam bounced his baby pecs vigorously, lustful for them to get even bigger and weightier, all the while his pudgy fat melted away to be replaced by manly granite muscle. “I suppose that’s worth a shot. It might even reap a reward. I could have something to tell Umberto tonight over pizza.” Lee finished his yoghurt while Sam chowed down on a chicken chipotle burrito after his macaroni and meatballs. Same decided to change the subject: “About what happened between us last night. We were totally caught up in a lustful frenzy caused by that shirt stink. I really liked the sex with you, but if fate has chosen for you and Umberto to be together, I won’t intervene. Moving forward, I have my bodybuilding to focus on. We’re friends now. We shouldn’t make things complicated.” Sam was a good guy. His words were sincere. “Yeah, you’re right. Friends we are, Sam,” said Lee, feeling better about the situation. *** John the bodybuilder rarely slept until noon. He was usually at his gym by ten o’ clock in the morning, from where he’d work out solidly until noon, stop for something to eat and a protein shake, and then work the weights solidly until three in the afternoon. It meant that by the time he showered and got home, he could get some more sleep before his evening shift from the pizzeria began. That was his life, day in and day out. However, he always made sure he had time for juicing up. Alas, his recent cash flow crisis had made the roid well dry up. That pissed him off a great deal. Today was different. He’d slept a most restful sleep, only to wake up with a raging boner. Still sluggish, he barely moved in the bed, except to bring his hand to his dick in order to relish a most welcome return from his libido. His dick felt huge and heavy to his touch, and this turned him on a great deal. He spent a further fifteen minutes working his rod to the point of climax. A big gobbet of spunk shot out of his dick and all over his abs and chest. When he brought his hands up in order to rub the jizz into his chest, he made a startling discovery. “The fuck?” He got up from bed with the intention of viewing his naked body in the bathroom mirror, but almost tripped on the pungent remnant of the ragged shirt he’d taken from Lee’s flat the night before. He managed to kick it up off the floor in such a way that he caught it in his hand. He sniffed it deeply, annoyed that it wasn’t as aromatic as it had been when last he inhaled its intoxicating musk. In the bathroom: “Look at me. Fucking look at me!” With no one else to talk to, he settled for his reflection. And what a reflection it had become. John had transformed, and overnight, too. How could this have happened? Not that he minded in the slightest. His body had exploded with even more muscle than he’d had the night before. And not only that, the many imperfections he’d attained from misuse of certain substances, had all but vanished. His pecs were round and firm, his gynecomastia nowhere to be seen. His skin, whilst not completely clear of acne, nevertheless looked a lot smoother. His roid gut was still a little evident, but emphasis on the word “little”. His dick held its erect state effortlessly and he touched and caressed it with much interest. His balls felt at least twice as large as when he last felt them. “I look fucking awesome… it’s as if I gained about thirty pounds of muscle!” He flexed into the various bodybuilder poses, each time marvelling at the improvements, and within minutes he ejaculated all over his mirror without even needing his hands to work the shaft to erupt. He couldn't wait to get to Keilly's Ironside Gym so that he could test his new strength and also put his new muscle mass to work. They also had a scale there so that he could check how much he'd put on. It had a reputation for being a low grade gym, with a lot of steroid abuse going on there. But if he made two eighty in weight, then he'd be big enough to get a membership at Gridiron, where the really huge bodybuilders trained to make themselves even bigger. He didn't look or feel like he was quite there yet. But he definitely didn't have far to go. He decided to take the shirt to the gym with him. Even though it looked like something Bruce Banner had recently burst out of, he would wear it beneath a loose fitting tee. That was assuming, of course, that anything he owned still looked loose around his now larger, more muscular physique. Today was going to be an interesting one indeed. *** At exactly two thirty-two p.m., one of Alderson’s bodybuilding regulars strutted into the supermarket, having had his workout at Gridiron, and deciding some protein bars would make a nice post-workout snack. Eugene had agreed to let Sam work the sports aisle, which stocked not only supplements, but various gym equipment, clothing, and accessories. Sam’s eyes came out on stalks when he saw the bodybuilder. The muscle dude was wearing a black stringer tank, which he’d cut to look even skimpier on him. He had a waist trainer tightly fixed around his taut waist, making his upper body look even more impressive. It had obviously been leg day because Sam noticed how swollen his thighs and calves looked. The skin on his legs was stretched so tightly, and it looked redder than the rest of his skin. Sam found it so sexy when a bodybuilder struggled to walk properly due to his extreme bulk. The best thing about him was that he had the same colour hair and hairstyle as Sam did, and also the same shade of blue eyes. This made it so easy for Sam to project his own face onto such a body and picture himself that huge. The bodybuilder waddled up and down the aisle, filling his basket with protein bars and some energy drinks. Sam didn’t care if his larger dick began to swell and push out his exposed button-fly crotch into a sizeable package, as his new more muscled body showed all inhibition to the door. He wondered if because of their similar features, the bodybuilder might notice Sam’s muscle gains and make a comment. Alas, he didn’t. His phone rang from inside his tight shorts and so he stopped to answer the call. From what Sam could gather from the call, he could tell the bodybuilder was going all mushy for the person on the other end. It seemed he’d just received some very good news. The bodybuilder beamed with delight, so at least he was in an approachable mood. “Oh Brad, I’m so happy you got the promotion. Now we can finally apply for a mortgage and get our own place. I love you so much, my honey-snookums.” Well he’s gay, that’s something to start with, Sam thought, wasting not a second further from putting his idea into action. With his work polo shirt now ridiculously tight, he reached up to a high shelf to adjust a large box that needed to be pushed into place a little better. This, of course, caused his shirt to pop out of his pants and ride up sufficiently to show off his much trimmer waist and noticeable six-pack. Out of the corner of his eye he could see that the bodybuilder had noticed. “Damn, I need a bigger shirt. Felt more threads pop that time,” Sam said, exerting a boastful tone. He followed it with: “Guess it’s the lifestyle we’ve chosen, eh? Clothes just don’t fit for very long.” He then pretended to yawn as he brought up his arms in order to lock fingers together behind his head. His biceps popped and strained his shirt sleeves to almost bursting point. “Ugh, I guess so,” said the bodybuilder, turning away from Sam so as to check out a rack of lifting belts on sale with twenty percent off. “I just started bodybuilding myself. I hope to get as big as you one day,” said Sam, now with some urgency in his tone. He didn’t want to lose this guy without inquiring about John the bodybuilder. “Good for you. Um, it says twenty percent off on these belts, but I don’t see a price tag. How much?” “They’re nineteen ninety-five apiece. They’re pretty good. I have one myself,” lied Sam, hoping to keep the bodybuilder interested. “Is that before or after the discount?” The bodybuilder seemed to be losing interest and he went to muscle-waddle over to pay for his items. “Oh it’s after the discount. I should really get a price tag on those. It’s been really busy here. We’re short-staffed, and a bodybuilder caused some damage here yesterday, so there’s a lot going on.” Sam mentally chided himself for painting the bodybuilding lifestyle in a bad light. Fortunately: “Really? Was it anyone from Gridiron? We’re huge and all, but we’re generally very well behaved.” The bodybuilder sounded defensive, but he brightened instantly when Sam said: “I think he’s called Umberto, or Uberto, something like that.” “Oh you mean Umberto Morelli?” The bodybuilder was positively beaming now, and in a somewhat lustful way. “Yeah, that’s him. He’s enormous. His strength is off the charts,” said Sam, now glad he had the bodybuilder's attention. “He was at Gridiron yesterday. He’s a fucking god. I mean, I’m fucking huge and all, but nothing compared to Morelli. He jizzed on a few of us in the showers after his workout. I ended up having a fucking orgy with the others just to get as much of his spunk into me as possible. And that smell he gives off. I smell it and I just want to train more, and with more and more weight. Just don’t tell my boyfriend,” said the bodybuilder, winking at Sam. “Wow, I’d have sold a kidney to be in the middle of that. I’m Sam. I’d love to get some tips from you to get huge, if you have a moment to spare.” Sam extended a hand to the bodybuilder who seemed hesitant at first. But then: “I’m Thad,” nice to meet you, Sam. The handshake was firm. So far so good. Jesus, Sam thought, Thad and Brad. What are the odds? “Well, it’s really just the age-old formula. Eat big, lift big. Get plenty of protein, and plenty of sleep at night. That’s about it, Sam.” Thad was very handsome, and easily looked three hundred and fifty pounds, if not more. He wasn’t too tall, either, about five eleven, if Sam were to guess. As if by instinct, Thad bounced his hefty, bulbous pectorals, now that Sam was there to ogle them. The thin string straps of the tank stretched and tightened as he worked some blood into his chest muscles. “Umm, that’s great to know. I’ve definitely been following that regimen so far. I’m making really good gains,” said Sam, pleased with himself. “Yes, I can see that. You’ll need to ask your manager for a bigger uniform, Sam. You’re stretching out that shirt and pants almost to critical levels. Although I know it’s addictive, having muscles and wanting to show them off to the world. I wear as little as possible, to be honest. I’m such a show-off whore.” “Well you deserve to, Thad. You’re so huge. Would you like to get bigger?” Sam’s boner was painfully hard now. He wished he could undo his buttons to make some extra room. Thad suddenly seemed interested in what he had below the waist. “Um… sure I would. My boyfriend likes huge muscles on his man. So yeah, I’d definitely like to get a lot bigger.” Then: “Say, Sam… those pants you have on. Do you stock them for sale? Possibly even in my size?” Sam was so pleased that Thad was interested in exposed button-fly pants. It gave them something more to talk about. “Well they are on sale to the public, but not in your size. Your thighs are like tree trunks. But my friend Lee over on checkout number four is a whizz at customising shorts for bodybuilders. What’s your waist size? Let me guess, thirty-four?” “Not far off. The waist trainer is working wonders for me. I even sleep in it. Got my waist down to thirty-two and a half as of this morning. Not bad, considering my chest is sixty-four inches around. I think that’s called ‘the golden ratio.’” Thad bounced his pecs more vigorously and flared his lats so as to show as much upper body mass as he was currently capable of. “Wow, I can’t wait to get to be as big as you. Do you ever dream of being as big as Umberto?” Sam still had Thad’s interest. It was now time to name drop John the bodybuilder. “Yeah, who doesn’t? But even if it were possible to get that huge, by the time I get there, Umberto will be way bigger again. He’s just a super-freak.” Thad appeared to stare far off, as if imagining himself that huge. “Well I’m determined to eat correctly to make it happen for me. I had a farewell pizza last night. Interestingly the bloke who delivered it is a bodybuilder himself. Good looking, bald but with a black goatee. Bit of a moody type, though. I think he said his name is John. I didn’t give him a tip. I kinda feel bad, though. I’d kinda like to. It’s expensive feeding yourself when you’re a bodybuilder. Maybe you know of him?” Sam hoped he hadn’t tripped himself up. What if John was an acquaintance of Thad’s? Thad made a frown, causing veins to throb on his neck and traps. “I know of him, the roided-out prick. He has a major attitude, that one. Wants to train at Gridiron, but he can’t make the weight. No way he’s getting in there. I’ll quit if he does. He’s also known to be a bully, hogging the weights and teasing the smaller dudes. Complete wanker.” “Well I’d still like to give him a tip. What about the gym where he trains? I could drop it off in an envelope, maybe.” Sam was convinced Thad wouldn’t fall for such a transparent ruse. But Thad was in a good mood after the phone call from Brad. “Oh that’s Keilly’s Ironside Gym, over on the north side of town. He’s barred from all the other gyms. Seriously, Sam, spend your money on better things. That prick isn’t worth it.” Success, and thanks to himbo Thad’s musclebound naivety. Thad’s phone rang again. It was Brad again, judging by Thad’s reaction. “Well Sam, it was nice talking to you. I’m glad you’ve chosen bodybuilding as a vocation. Keep it up and you’ll be going up five shirt sizes a year, sweetie. I really have to get going.” Thad gently nudged Sam on the shoulder. “Don’t forget to talk to Lee at checkout four about customising a pair of EBF pants for you. They’re on the house, by the way. He’ll have them for you next time you drop in.” Sam was pleased his plan had worked. “Yes I will. I can’t wait to strut around in exposed button-fly pants, Sam. I’ll see you soon.” And that was that. *** When their shifts were over for another day, both Lee and Sam were glad it was the weekend. They both had Saturday off. Lee was excited for other reasons, though. Three hours from now he’d be meeting Umberto outside the warehouse apartment, to begin their date. Because the male changing room was off limits for repair, Eugene had given the male staff use of his office to store their belongings and get changed after their shifts ended. This was the first time since their lunch break that Lee and Sam had a chance to speak. “I got lucky, Lee. Thad, the blonde bodybuilder that was in earlier, knows where John trains. It’s Keilly’s over on the north side.” Sam was changing out of his uniform and into an even skimpier crop-top than the one he wore the day before. It was luminous pink and tighter on him, too, thanks to his muscle gain. He just about managed to squeeze himself into a pair of exposed button-fly blue denim jeans. They were skin tight, but still served him comfortably enough. “That’s lucky indeed, Sam. Yeah I spoke to him when I was ringing up his items. He mentioned to me about customising a pair of work pants to fit him. I guess Umberto isn’t the only bodybuilder who likes showing off buttons down the front of his fly. I said I’d take care of that for him,” said Lee. “At least we now know which gym John goes to. You can tell Umberto, and he can go get the shirt back.” Sam bounced his baby pecs beneath his crop top, causing the pink fabric to billow out a little. He would never get tired of the feeling, and it would only get better as he got bigger and bigger. “Unless he has me swooning for him throughout the date. I might forget to bring it up,” said Lee, amusingly. At which point the friends parted company for the evening. Lee would need a shower and a shave before deliberating over a dressy outfit for the evening. It was an evening Lee Fordham would never forget. *** Showered and shaved, Lee took time to make himself as presentable as possible. He spent more time than he usually would preening himself, especially of any unsightly hairs that were about his person. But he had little to worry about. He was a handsome twink with barely any body hair, except where it counted. He decided to prune back his man bush a little, if only to make his personal anaconda look more like a boa constrictor. With the bush trimmed, his cock looked bigger than ever, and he was truly astonished by it. It was pushing thirteen inches hard. With time to spare, he stood naked in front of the mirror, finding the ruler from the night before. Just for fun he decided to check his penis size. And to his surprise the member was bigger by another half inch or so. It had surpassed the thirteen inch mark. And it was thicker, too. Lee jerked it a little, needing both sets of his slender fingers to work the dick harder and harder. He needed to release his load before the date, as he didn’t want to jizz his posh pants in the middle of dinner at the fanciest Italian restaurant in town. He turned sideways, in awe of his slenderness in direct competition with his more monstrously blood-engorged dick. He pulled in his stomach, creating a ridiculously deep vacuum. He thrust his pelvis forwards, making his dick stick out even further. Its upward curvature was beautiful to behold. He was now very aroused by his genitals, as his balls also looked and felt larger than before. He had an idea. There were rubber bands in a glass in the kitchen which he used to seal open food packets. He found a particularly sizable one and tested its strength before stretching it around the base of his dick where it met his groin, just like a cock ring. Within just a few seconds his whole dick flared a deep red as the tight rubber band squeezed more blood into the shaft. The veins on the dick bulged even more obscenely than before. He looked at his dick in the mirror again. It was fucking enormous. “Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum!!!!!!!!!” His body trembled and became flush with one spasm after another. With precum-slick fingers he deftly worked his penis, coaxing it to utter its salty tempest. Still standing, his body bucked and swayed as so much pleasure coursed through him and then out of him. “FUUUCCKKK!!!!!” It seemed like the orgasm went on much longer than usual. Lee’s balls completely emptied of their contents, most of which shot out across the flat towards the kitchen. He felt at least eight spurts of spunk leave him, and he was thankful none of it splashed back on him, else he’d have to take another shower. When he was almost spent, he thrusted his pelvis out even more, giving one final emission to the world. He thrusted with such force that the rubber band split apart, which was a good thing since it had started to hurt like hell. Panting and depleted of his seed, Lee summarily gathered his senses and returned to his pre-date preparations. What am I doing working at a supermarket and living in a tiny flat, when I could be making a fortune as a porn star? The thought was a fleeting one, although he knew of several porn stars that were successful at it despite being super skinny, and with little or no body fat on show. One particular guy from the gay porn sites Lee often visited, had a taste for worshipping bodybuilders. He was very well endowed, but at least four inches smaller than Lee where it counted. Another thought occurred to him that his genitals still had more growing to do. Wow. The thought of even bigger junk made him smile. It was time to get dressed. Umberto had told him the day before to dress formally with a dress shirt and bow tie. Not a problem; Lee had a drawer full of bow ties. He chose an extremely form-fitting plain white dress shirt which clung to his lanky, skinny frame, emphasising his skinniness without making him look malnourished. He simply wanted to look as skinny as possible when out with Umberto, in order to create an even vaster contrast between their sizes. His pants were tight-fitting grey slacks with button flap pockets at the rear. He liked his tight little arse, and it looked great in the pants. He’d had them custom-made for his job interview at Alderson’s, after seeing some of the male staff (including Eugene the manager) wearing EBFs when he’d visit as a customer. He figured any little advantage that would land him the job was worth taking. And yes, they were embossed in the crotch with four ostensible dark-grey buttons down the front. As a connoisseur of all things exposed button-fly, Lee figured it would be cool to have his fetish spill over into formal attire also. He also owned a black pair, but he liked the grey pair better. Because he didn’t have a belt to suit the pants, he opted for red suspenders, and so a red bow tie would match and finish out his look for the evening. He wondered what colour bow tie Umberto would go for. He was glad he’d wanked before going out. His now larger dick would hopefully behave itself inside his underpants, now that both underwear and outerwear had less room in the crotch. He liked how the buttons strained the crotch area, creating little gaps in between through which small glimpses of his tighty whities could be seen. “I may be skinny as fuck, but I’m a fucking man in all the right places,” he boasted to his reflection. Just for fun he started making muscular poses, pretending to be a bodybuilder in his own right. Of course, no muscles popped out anywhere. But he had to stop because it was getting him turned on again. Umberto had said to meet him outside his apartment at 8 p.m. He glanced at the time on his phone. That was twenty-five minutes from now. Lee was just a short while away from a date with the biggest, most muscular, most beautiful bodybuilding stud he’d ever laid eyes on. “What if he’s even bigger than he was when we went over to him for help last night? He’d definitely grown since first meeting me at work.” He looked out of his front window which showed the warehouse apartment across the street. The evening was warm and sunny, just like the previous evening. Umberto had stated that they would walk hand in hand to the restaurant, dressed in their finest and turning the heads of everyone they passed. It would be such a rush to be seen with a muscle-god. By ten to eight, Lee decided to leave his flat and wait for Umberto outside the apartment. A bit of fresh air would help to curb the butterflies in his stomach. Why was he so nervous? There was nothing to be nervous about. He’d already shot his load into Umberto’s mouth. This wasn’t a blind date, but one that already embodied physical compatibility between them. It was a good start. At four minutes to eight, Lee decided to hit the door chime. Umberto’s voice came out of a little speaker beside the door. “Hey there, sexy boyfriend Lee.” The voice sounded sexy as fuck, if a little tinny through the intercom. “I’m four minutes early, sorry, Umberto,” Lee replied, and then: “Hi, by the way.” “Hi yourself. I’ll be right out. Just trying to get my bow tie straight. It’s tough doing simple things with all this new muscle, ha ha.” Then, after two more minutes which felt like a small eternity to eager Lee, the grinding of metal sounded as the mighty front door slid open. Lee looked. He gasped. His glasses slipped down his nose and threatened to fall right off. Had they done so, he wouldn’t have even noticed. Umberto was FUCKING HUGE!!!!!!!! “Hey there, boyfriend… my boyfriend as of this moment forward,” boomed Umberto. He was thicker and wider than ever. This was matched by a more guttural and deeper masculine tone to his voice, made even more delicious to Lee’s ears by his trace of Italian accent. “Oh my god… Umberto, you’re even bigger than last night. How is this possible? And your outfit. It’s incredible how the buttons stay fastened. Your chest… oh shit… your chest. You… you’re like a bodybuilder from that Second Life video game… but even bigger than that.” Lee’s mouth quickly dried up and he worked hard not to lose the ability to speak. “It’s an Italian shirt, from House of Trione, a clothing company. I also have an account there. The designer, Fortunato, is a friend of mine. He makes clothing exclusively for huge bodybuilders like me. I had him do a little customisation on this one, for our date tonight. I’m too big for any of my other fancy clothes now.” And to show what he meant, Umberto turned around to show Lee the back of the white dress shirt. Lee couldn’t believe what he was seeing. From the front it looked like just an ordinary plain white dress shirt, albeit entirely sleeveless, and stretched to near-bursting point and looking like it was painted over Umberto’s obscenely massive bodybuilt body. But the view from the back was stunning and jaw dropping. The back had been cut away like a tank top, leaving just a thin strip of fabric running down Umberto’s spine, and then fanning out to meet the waistband of his pants. His vast muscle wings looked like they’d burst the shirt apart from behind, but it was simply genius tailoring, considering the collar was completely intact. Quite simply, ninety-nine percent of his back was on show to the world. Fortunato had added three elasticated turquoise ribs to each side of the shirt, keeping the front attached to the tapered central strip at the back. But the ribs ran parallel to his intercostal muscles, slanting downward below his lats. The ribs, whilst vital to keeping the shirt from flying apart, matched the colour of his bow tie, so they also had aesthetic value. Umberto swung back around to face Lee again. He flared his lats to their fullest and made his pectorals balloon to mind-maddening proportions. There were button-flap pockets – like on a pilot shirt – adorning the pectoral areas of the shirt, with two buttons on each flap to hold them closed. Still though, when Umberto flexed his upper pecs, the flexing pushed the flaps of the pockets upwards and into a horizontal position, whereas on a mere mortal a similar shirt would have the pockets sitting flat and vertically against the chest. But Umberto’s muscle bust was bigger than ever, so big, in fact, he could now lick the top of his pecs just by sticking out his tongue when they were fully flexed and pumped. Right there in the street, Umberto pulled a full lat spread, now emphasising the cutaway style of the dress shirt. Buttons still strained at the front, however the removal of much of the back and sides of the shirt – accompanied by the elasticated ribbing – gave his muscles the necessary room to flex and bulge without causing too much distress to the shirt. “”Huge enough for ya?” Umberto’s turquoise bow tie finished out the ensemble, taking four times as much fabric to get a tie of this type around his massively thick neck. The bottom edges of the bow tie sat atop his upper pectoral contours. There were discernible gaps between the buttons of his shirt through which more of his beautiful Mediterranean skin tone could be seen. “You could do with putting on a few pounds,” Lee nervously croaked. “Really? You think I could put on a few more pounds? Do you think I even need to put on a few more pounds?” Umberto pretended to look angry, but winked at Lee first, so as not to scare him. He’d had another growth spurt during the night, hence the need to phone Fortunato shortly after waking up. Umberto had tried on shirt after shirt from his wardrobe, only to discover each one tore like tissue paper when he tried to button it across his pectorals. It didn’t take much to persuade Fortunato to come over at short notice in order to work his magic with a needle. “Um, I was only kidding, Umberto, heh,” Lee nervously fidgeted with the collar of his own shirt by pulling it away from his neck a little. “Heh, fear not, boyfriend. I’m just kidding with you back. I was building my chest for most of the afternoon, when I should have been unpacking all my stuff. What am I like? But I wanted to look as huge as possible for you, my gorgeous, sexy skinny Lee.” And to emphasise his hugeness, Umberto growled and blasted out a double biceps pose. His arms looked bigger than ever, with Fortunato having had to remove the shirt sleeves completely so that Umberto would have enough room to cut his food later without turning them to confetti. “Wait, what’s this I spy hurtling towards us?” It was a young dude zooming down Bridge Street on his electric scooter. He was using the pavement when he should have been using the road. Umberto decided to have some fun and stepped further out onto the street. He was so wide at the shoulders, and he could flare up wider still, transforming himself into a wall of pure muscle just by flexing into a full lat spread. His upper pecs bulged obscenely, appearing to devour the bow tie and the lower part of his exquisitely handsome face. His muscles bulged, greater than before, as adrenaline and testosterone worked magic on the sheer magnitude of his physique. His double biceps was matched only by his most muscular pose, which he cranked out with monstrous ease. The youth on the scooter couldn’t apply the brakes in time, so astonished was he by the giant muscle man blocking his path. From behind, Lee saw Umberto’s back explode with muscle, making the centre strip of material holding the shirt together seem thread-like. The ribbing on either side of the shirt stretched to three times its length, but held the shirt together, as had been the intention of the best tailor an enormous bodybuilder would ever need. Umberto let out a roar, willing more size into his muscles, but knowing that any growth wouldn’t be metazenically generated, rather just from the effort of flexing his magnificent muscles. In a flash, a mighty arm shot out to stop both rider and scooter cold, before he could collide with Mount Umberto. Startled, but nonetheless unharmed, the youth quickly jizzed himself to the sight of his captor. The bodybuilder noticed this immediately, and laughed. “Yeh, too right you jizzed yourself. In future use that fucking thing on the road and not the pavement, you thoughtless prick! You could have knocked down my beautiful boyfriend!” Umberto finished by doing alternating arm curls to emphasise the crazy size of his biceps and triceps. “Yeah, arms bigger than my fucking waist, now. Go home and jerk off to that thought, runt!” And then to Lee: “Sorry about that, dearest. I just hate those fucking e-scooters.” Lee didn’t mind. He wasn’t too keen on them himself. “You look amazing, Lee. I really love what you’re wearing. And those pants. Wow, even your dress pants have an exposed button-fly. Where’d you buy them?” “I had them specially made from an online tailoring website that allows you to design them with a few clicks of a mouse. I think they look great on me. I think they helped me get hired at Alderson’s, ‘cos my boss really digs them.” Umberto pulled out his phone and took a photo of Lee from the waist down. “Hope you don’t mind. I’m sending this to Fortunato, to make me several pairs, only in my size. I’m only wearing exposed button-fly pants from now on. They make me look sexier, and I know how much you love them along with my bodybuilding muscles. Alas, tonight I’ll have to make do with concealed button-fly on my pants. They still look good, though. And I absolutely adore your suspenders. No way suspenders would last a second against my jutting pectoral juggernauts.” “It’s fine. I don’t mind, Umberto… er… darling. If you want I could go inside with you and expose the fly buttons for you. Then we’ll be a closer match, dress-wise… except for my suspenders.” Umberto considered it, but he wanted to enjoy his walk with Lee to the restaurant. If they left right now they’d just about make the reservation. “We should really get going, honey. By the way, what do you think of my belt? The buckle is specially made for the god that I am.” Umberto’s belt was of finest brown leather, threaded through the loops of his insanely tight black dress pants with a slightly flared leg. The buckle was pure brass with the word: “HUGE” embossed inside a rectangle. “It’s amazing, Umberto. You are amazing, and everything you’re wearing is amazing on you. The way your friend altered the shirt; it makes you look a lot bigger than you are. Every stitch compliments every one of your glorious contours superbly. I love the ribbing on each side of the shirt, allowing for maximum side exposure and lat spreading, and they match your bow tie perfectly.” Lee struggled to find further words of praise. It was only his second encounter with Umberto, but he was already head over heels in love with him. “Yeah, so true, I guess. But I want to look huge because I am huge, and not because the clothes make me look that way.” He hulked out into a most muscular pose, forcing his biceps to balloon bigger than soccer balls and his forearms resemble veined Christmas hams. “I’ll never be huge enough,” Umberto remarked before pulling Lee close in order to plant a kiss on his lips. It was longer than a peck but shorter than what kisses can lead to. Then: “Right, let's get to the restaurant. It’s a grand evening for a stroll.” Umberto closed the door to his apartment and locked it securely. Then he took his boyfriend by the hand and off they went.
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  31. CHAPTER EIGHTY-ONE He had been awake all night, listening to the others' deep, rythmic breathing in their sleep, testing his new ability, practising silencing it with ease. He thinks of the ability as analogous to the cockpit of a sophisticated jet aeroplane. As the pilot, he now had access to every possible dial, switch and panel, controlling every system and aspect of the aeroplane. Though, with such control comes responsibility and danger – lots of crashes are caused by pilot error. Some dials and switches, you never really want to play with, cabin pressurisation, automatic oxygen mask deployment, fuel pumps - these and other systems, you want to maintain on ‘auto-pilot’, having the aeroplane itself maintain control of them. These were like his basic day-to-day life functions, keeping the heart beating when at rest, regular breathing, general liver and kidney functions - he didn’t want to have to manually manage those, but leave his subconscious brain to keep him alive as it always had. Others, like flaps, and ailerons - the system normally controlled these, but the pilot could override the automatic settings as needed. These were like the normal bodily functions that you could consciously override, holding your breath, holding your bladder - everyone had the ability to override their subconscious for these, this was nothing special. The third category - everything else - were functions that one sometimes wishes they had access to, and now he did. Hormone levels, metabolic rate, digestion, bodily repair, immunity, brain chemistry… and on and on. He was now god over his own body, able to adjust virtually any aspect. He was getting ahead of himself a little. He still needed to work out how to ‘flip a switch’ and have it stick at the new setting, not switch straight back again. He could hold his breath in the new way, for example, but his subconscious would make him breath again (as it would for anyone else). He wanted to be able to make a change, and only have it change back if he explicitly made the change. There was another aspect that he was yet to understand. Every time he’d cum yesterday, he’d hear the ‘voices’ like before, louder, and he could not quieten them. They would fade themselves over time, but he could not quieten them the way he could his ordinary subconscious voice. He wasn’t sure what it meant, perhaps the flood of hormones during orgasm interrupted some chemical process, though he couldn’t begin to identify any such mechanism. He began considering the possibilities. Jake thought he was delusional when he said that he’d be bigger than Brad, more defined than Jake, but he knew different. He would maximise his hypertrophy, adjusting his hormones and metabolism to supercharge his growth. He’d have the world’s densest, hardest, most vascular, powerful muscles. His cock lept at the thought. Him, with giant, powerful muscles. A vascular network covering his body, veins prominent, bulging with strength, feeding power to his muscles. Strength to smash any opponent, dominate anyone at will, subdue them with his power. His cock ached at his fantasy, globs of pre leaking down his shaft. He thought of his favourite porn video, massive, jacked stud with powerful, vascular muscles using his strength to force his cock down some slut’s throat, gagging her, choking her. Only he would be the stud. His muscles bigger, harder, more powerful and jacked. Veins running along his skin like roots of a massive tree, feeding his power, his strength, his dominance. His cock erupted with his cum, the muscles creating his orgasm fatigued from so many orgasms, it was more of a dribble of cum, than an eruption. He would change that. His cock would blast cum, buckets of it, so hard it caused pain. The final humiliation, wrecking some slut’s face with his cum or, better yet, some massive, jacked stud’s face, blasting into his beard, up his nose, into his eyes, blinding him temporarily, causing painful welts from the pressure of his cum. He smiled as he finally drifted off to sleep.
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  32. EBFs and SIZE FREAKS BY LORUS (formerly JP71) Haven’t written in years. Thought I was done with this. Deleted every other story I wrote. But then this happened. If I get enough positive feedback, I’ll do another chapter. Enjoy. Lee loved working at Aldersons Supermarket. Although the pay wasn't as much as he'd gotten from his previous employer, it had its perks. He didn't have to get two buses there and back, as the supermarket was just a ten minute walk from his flat. The staff were fun to be around, and his boss Eugene was extremely nice to his staff, especially to Lee, as they were both openly gay and sometimes had drinks after work at a popular gay bar called Shirtlifters. But the best perk of all came from the fact that Aldersons was across the street from Gridiron Gym. It was a hard-core gym for genetically super-gifted bodybuilders. Lee was 20 years old but puberty had declined to give him much meat on his bones. He had a lanky, slim build, weighing just 135 pounds despite his six feet of height. But this never bothered him, as he was very good looking, even with glasses, and had no problem hooking up with other twinks. Lee had obsessed over huge muscle-men since early adolescence, when thumbing through bodybuilding magazines, many of which were now ruined by cum-sodden fingers and lots of drool. When he got a computer for his 16th birthday, the internet satisfied his muscle lust to a greater degree. He tried bodybuilding himself when he got a gym membership, but he lacked the discipline necessary to make it habitual. But he liked swimming and cycling, and this way he kept fit but very slender. He wished he had a bodybuilder for a boyfriend, and a fair few bodybuilders were regulars at the supermarket, which, naturally, stocked bodybuilding supplements and even some clothing for working out. To Lee's dismay the bodybuilders using Gridiron Gym all seemed straight, and most of them would be seen getting regular groceries with their girlfriends or wives and kids. Still, you had to be at least 280 pounds to get a membership there. As a result the bodybuilders shopping at Aldersons were very big indeed, so Lee got to at least commit them to memory for wanking about them later on when he was at home. An obsession with huge bodybuilders wasn't the only fetish of Lee's. His other fetish was for trashed denim jeans. He especially loved jeans that had exposed button-flies down the front, but not the women's kind which were so common. He loved to see men wearing them. But they were very uncommon with guys, so Lee and his boss Eugene came up with a plan to change that. Some of the mens work pants as the standard uniform at Aldersons came with an exposed button-fly front, but it was optional. Lee and Eugene wore them all the time, but a new recruit that Lee was given to train in on the register also opted for the exposed button-fly version of the dark navy work pants. Sam was extremely cute, blonde haired, and with blue eyes and dimples. He had envious olive skin and the cutest smile. He was a little overweight at just five feet six inches tall, but the chubbiness suited him, and within a week Lee and Sam were good friends. It was hard to gauge if Sam was gay, although his liking for the same pants that Lee was into suggested he might swing that way. One sunny day in June was a dream come true for Lee Fordham. His shift was about to end and the bodybuilders coming to shop at the supermarket were wearing very little, taking advantage of the warm weather to show-off as much of their musculature as possible, and Lee had had a boner for most of the day, inhaling their sweaty muscle-musk and swooning as the bigger bodybuilders struggled to fit through the checkout aisles, which Eugene had been meaning to get widened to make his burlier customers more comfortable with the shopping experience Aldersons had to offer. Lee asked another staff member, Paul, to watch his register while he went to the toilet. He needed a leak, but also to adjust his dick inside his underwear because he was particularly horny for muscle today, and so it was hard to keep his boner from jumping to attention at every other moment. When he came back onto the shop floor his eyes widened in sheer disbelief at the glorious sight that affronted his senses. This was his first encounter with Umberto. He was the biggest bodybuilder Lee had ever seen. But even more of a shock to Lee was the first thing this gigantic muscle-god said to him: "Hey there, sexy guy. I really like those pants you're wearing. I like the way the buttons are exposed. Where can I get a pair of those for myself?" Lee's two fetishes were stimulated at the same time. He couldn't believe it. Time seemed to stand still for Lee, now, allowing him to take in every inch of the bodybuilder, who, from this moment onward would change Lee’s life for the better. At about six feet five inches tall he had a good five inches on Lee. He was stunningly handsome, added further to by the hint of Italian in his accent. Size wise, he was super-massive, enormous beyond all sane reasoning. He had to be at least five hundred pounds in weight and every part of him was bursting with hard, sinewy and heavily veined muscle all packed in by paper thin skin which was naturally tinted a golden bronze. His hair was in a topknot style, but shaved tightly at the sides and back. His eyes were beautiful brown orbs set perfectly on either side of a Romanesque nose, with somewhat high cheekbones, chiselled square jawline with the manliest designer stubble Lee had ever seen. His lips looked perfect for sucking cocks. He smiled cockily at Lee and his teeth were scintillatingly white. He had a sparkle in his eyes as he winked suggestively at Lee, and they seemed excited to see the four shiny metal buttons on Lee’s pants glinting in the rays of the sunlight pouring in through the glass store front. Umberto’s neck was bull thick and his traps stretched like Alpine mountain ranges on either side of his neck. They tapered down to hugely swollen deltoids that exploded outward in all directions, and with massive ball biceps that looked set to burst even unflexed. He wore as a garment (if it could be called such) a gauzy sleeveless plaid shirt, the sleeves looking like at some point he’d outgrown them and so tore them from the shirt to better show off his arms. It was chequered with blue, navy and white squares. He wore it completely unbuttoned, as there was no way buttons could meet button-holes on this shirt because his gargantuan ballooning pecs would never allow it. His nipples were completely pointing down, and almost invisible due to the huge shadows his pectorals cast over the top two rows of his cobbled eight-pack abdominals. They also appeared darker because he had such large dark brown areolas, and the nipples themselves both had gold nipple rings through them. Lee guessed the nipples to be bigger than the tops of his thumbs. He felt himself growing painfully erect again. Umberto seemed to like this and so he bounced and rippled his pecs to better entice Lee and fuel his muscle-lust. The pec mountains rippled and jostled against each other, bobbing up and down like a roiling sea. He could even flex the upper pecs and different striations independently, which took amazing muscle control. “You’d better be careful not to pop those buttons off your sexy pants, beautiful,” teased Umberto, and he fanned out his lats to their fullest width followed by rolling his abs around before sucking them in. This caused his shirt to part further making it seem like the sleeveless button-up shirt was little more of a stringer tank on the bodybuilding behemoth. He thinks I’m sexy, omfg, Lee thought. He could feel his underpants getting damp with precum. Below his taut waist (which had to be at least a third the width of his chest) Umberto wore denim cut-off jeans. They had slanted cuts to better emphasise his humongous thighs with bloated quadriceps and hamstrings, all beautifully cut and separated and covered in thick veins which bulged more and more as he wobbled his thighs and then snapped them into tight, rock hard muscle relief. The best thing about the cut-offs was not only did they make his legs look even more monstrous than they were, but at some point Umberto had taken a scissors to the jeans, not only to cut them into bodybuilder shorts, but he also removed the waistband, making them look sexier and smaller on him. This also showed more of his cum-gutters that led down to the top part of dark man-bush poking out over the top of the shorts. Lee was transfixed. He once wore a pair of exposed button-fly Levis to a gay bar, and also had removed the waistband to better customise the look and show the beginning of his pubic line when he’d take his shirt off to dance shirtless on the dance floor and hopefully cop off with another cutie who liked the skinny twink boys. So far Lee could tell that Umberto had some of the same clothing tastes as he did. Umberto was in no way modest. He had no problem flirting with guys that all stood around them in shock at his size and beauty. He did a lat spread which further caused his upper body to flex and swell, as if he was growing right before their astonished eyes. Paul was amazed at this display, and forgot to scan half the groceries on his till for an elderly lady who didn’t even notice she was in the presence of a giant bodybuilding muscle hunk. She just grumbled to herself and fumbled in her purse for money. Sam stood on the floor next to the fresh flowers and said nothing, but he was able to get a better look at Umberto from behind. It was simply impossible not to stare at the biggest, most muscular man they’d ever seen. A male shopper, who lived in the same flat complex as Lee, and whose name was Keith, started to drool over Umberto. He was behind the old lady at Paul’s till and he should have been unloading his groceries onto the conveyor, but he was mesmerised by the size of the bodybuilding bodybuilder. He kept mouthing it on his lips: “Bodybuilding, bodybuilder, bodybuilt because he’s a bodybuilder that bodybuilds!” Over and over he chanted this mantra, and Keith, who was in his mid-20s or so, had a bit of muscle on him from playing rugby, but he also had a fair bit of fat on his frame hiding any definition that his muscle had beneath. But he was one of these cocky types who even though they no longer played sports as well as in their younger years, still kept a certain amount of muscle mass. He dressed as if he was a bodybuilder, unashamed of the fact that his once meaty pecs now looked more like man-boobs than pectorals. His arms were doughier, but still muscled, and he wore a cutaway tee-shirt that left just a thin panel of fabric between his tits so that most of his torso front and back was on show. He had a bit of a gut on him but he could still suck it in. He had blue eyes and sandy-gingerish hair, and freckles which lent him a more youthful look. At six foot two inches tall he was quite broad shouldered in that “I lift weights but not as much as I should” way. Were he to spend a couple of months hitting the weights, he’d easily get rid of the thirty-five pounds of fat he was carrying. He also wore denim jeans, but cut off just above the knee. He had wide hips that actually looked good on him. Back to Umberto’s cut-offs. Lee could see that the panel covering the button-fly was pushed away from the buttons by the sheer mass of cock and ball meat he had pushing it out. He was obviously hung like a horse, bigger even, Lee guessed. Unashamedly Umberto enjoyed his cocky display of hyper-masculinity. He cranked out a massive most-muscular, laughing and growling for fun. His traps trebled their mass and his pectorals bunched together creating a cleavage that could hide and crush a rolling pin. Biceps threatened to burst out of their skin and went to war for space against his forearms. Threads began to snap apart across Umberto’s shirt at the back as the seams clung on for dear life. Even though unbuttoned, there was way too much mass for the fabric to cope with. Umberto didn’t care as his muscles burst into diamond-hard relief as veins gorged on blood and thickened all over his body. “Reckon I’ll be popping my own buttons real soon,” he cockily suggested with a wink and smug grin. He nodded his brand of self-assured alpha-male conceit at the males in proximity. He owned the moment as much as he could own them all if he so desired. “I’m Umberto, sexy man,” began the bodybuilder, this time back to making his pectoral masses heave and bulge to a massive degree. Then: “You never answered my question. About your exposed button-fly pants. This huge bodybuilding god wants a pair for himself, sexy man.” “Ughh…um…I… I’m Lee,” was all Lee could manage to stammer, his mouth suddenly parchment dry. Inside in the manager’s office, Eugene had been watching the spectacle unfold (and bulge hugely) on the CCTV monitors. They were constantly recording in HD colour and full audio, so he made damn sure he’d get all this onto a memory stick for further “examination” later at home in front of his PC with his jocks down around his ankles. He’d been listening, too. Omg, he thought, this giant wants to join the EBF club. “EBF” was short for exposed button-fly. But we don’t have pants to fit him in stock. Unless… Eugene gingerly came out of the office holding a pair of scissors and bashfully handed them to Lee, gesturing to Umberto’s bulging crotch with a nod of his head and then back at Lee. Lee knew what to do. “Er…,” he licked his lips, trying to moisten his mouth to speak. “I cuh-could customise your shorts if you like, Um… Umberto. Make the buttons visible. Only take a sec.” Lee had no idea if Umberto would be satisfied with that. Umberto stopped bouncing his pecs and stuck his thumbs into the top of his cut-offs where a waistband had once been. “Sure, that sounds great. I’ll be even fuckin’ sexier after you make my shorts even hotter. Careful though, I’m really sensitive in the crotch area. You never know what’ll happen if your hand slips while using the scissors,” Umberto teased, suggesting Lee perform the “delicate fashion surgery” while he still wore the shorts. “Um, maybe you should take them off, just to be on the safe side,” said Lee, relieved that he could speak again after moisture returned to his mouth. Elsewhere more moisture was gathering in his underpants as his dick oozed precum. A dark stain became more evident down the front of his EBFs. “Good idea. I should go somewhere to change. Don’t want grandma here to get a fright,” said Umberto, briefly tipping his head towards the oblivious old lady still fumbling in her purse. Eugene said they could use his office, which, thankfully, also had a camera, so he could have it all recorded. Eugene put in the door code and gestured for the muscle giant to go in. Umberto was almost level with the top of the door frame, his topknot flattened as he twisted and grunted his way through a doorway not designed for enormous bodybuilders. “Come along, sexy Lee, make my shorts look like your sexy, oh so sexy pants, little stud.” Umberto was full of compliments for the bespectacled hot twink. Since he was new in town, he’d resolve to make Aldersons his place to shop. It was by now obvious he had a thing for slim young twinks in exposed button-fly pants. Eugene took over on the till, but his mind was elsewhere and the customers he served got some bargains in their shopping as he forgot to scan every other item. Once in the manager’s office Umberto’s mood kicked up a notch. He tore the shirt off his bulbous mega-muscled upper body and tossed it at Lee. “Souvenir for ya. You can keep it, sexy Lee. I workout all the time in that shirt, and it’s never washed. My stink is all over it. Here, have a deep sniff of my muscle-sweat stink.” Lee’s dick was rock hard, now. Fully erect it could reach ten inches. Skinny twinks were often blessed with disproportionately large penises, lucky them. But when he allowed himself to inhale Umberto’s pungent bodybuilder whiff, it made him nearly jizz his pants. A bigger circle of dampness now surrounded the four buttons on his fly. Umberto puffed himself up to his biggest size and hit pose after pose, each one squeezing more and more blood through his super-highway of veins, so his muscles could gorge and grow frenziedly with more size and definition. “I had the best workout today, sexy lanky Lee. Benched 1000 pounds for 8 sets of 12 reps. The other muscle-fucks over there almost came when they saw me break by own record for the fifth time straight. Awwww… I feel fucking huge today.” Umberto hit a double biceps pose. His 33 inch biceps crunched up another few inches till his knuckles were almost trekking across their peaks. It was astonishing to think that Lee, being so slender, only had a 27 and a half inch waist. His fucking waist was smaller than Umberto’s titanic biceps. How big was his chest? OMG, it had to be at least 80 inches, maybe more. “Right, get to work on my cut-offs here, and then we can have some fun. I noticed your boss has a bottle of hand lotion on his desk. He must get up to all sorts in here watching his cute male staff at work through the monitors.” In actual fact this was exactly what Eugene often got up to when he should have been doing product orders or staff rosters. And he often liked to wank at the bodybuilders that came in to do their shopping. Umberto was enormous. He had that sexy waddle to his walk, when bodybuilders grow their legs so big that the thighs hit against one another for space, and not only that, the huge junk afforded to him by winning the genetic lottery was forced more outwards from his body. His pectoral shelf of meaty slabs stuck out so far from his upper torso that it was impossible for him to see below them unless he bent forwards, but even that was not always ideal for performing certain tasks. He would always button up his pants in front of a mirror, always making sure never to miss a button. He hated when guys would miss buttons, especially if they were drunk at bars. Lee hated that as well. And being a wearer exclusively of exposed button-fly jeans and pants, he always made sure to fasten his buttons carefully, given they were on show for all to see. Umberto’s biceps and forearms fought a war for space as he tried to unbutton his cut-offs. He was so pumped from his workout, and he knew he was bigger now than he had been before hitting Gridiron earlier. “Oh dear, I’m so fucking huge, getting undressed is becoming a chore for me. Here, Lee, unbutton my shorts for me. Careful now, something huge might spring up and slap you in the face! Hah!” Lee painfully fought the urge to cum right there and then. He walked over to the giant (oh fuck he smelled even better than his shirt). But there was a problem. Umberto’s pecs were so huge (even more so when flexed) that Lee had to get beneath them to unbutton the behemoth’s cut-offs. “Heh heh, sorry my balloons are taking up so much room. I can barely see my dick when I’m peeing. But hey, you gotta make adjustments to your life’s route when you choose the bodybuilding journey. How’s it going down there with the denim?” “Two buttons open so far, Umberto.” Lee tried not to breathe in the spunky musk smell wafting up at him from Umberto’s stinky dark man-bush. Fuck did he even take a shower after his workout? And he wasn’t wearing any underwear. Lee was kind of disappointed, as he’d hoped to see Umberto in a skimpy poser or thong of some kind. The beginning of a mammoth cock appeared as Lee worked on Umberto’s buttons. “Kinda tickles down there, Lee. Go easy on Junior. He gets ‘very’ restless a lot. Umberto made a massive lat spread there and then, simply because he could, heaving his bodybuilder bosoms up higher, the nipples warping from the downward position to almost dead-centre of his fully flexed and insanely striated balloons. “There you have enough room to work with now. I can keep these fuckers flexed like this for as long as I like. Wait, let me grunt out some more, and get the testosterone surging right to my pec-meats. Watch these fuckers grow more. MORE!!!! MOAAAAR!!! GRRRRRRRRRRRRR!” Umberto flexed his upper body more savagely now, ballooning impossibly larger. “Gotta get this chest past a hundred. GOTTA GET BIGGER!” Lee was stunned. He couldn’t move a muscle of his own except to gaze up in awe at possibly the biggest bodybuilder ever to do bodybuilding and look like he was getting bigger by the second. That was impossible, right? Wasn’t it? Umberto became more arrogant, now demanding what he wanted from Lee. “Get those shorts off me, boy. I want EBFs like yours. NOW!!!!” Lee’s lust made all this seem coated in a dreamy haze. He could hear his heart beating in his head. His senses began to melt, then congeal into a soupy puddle. But the bodybuilder had set him a task, therefore he must finish it. Umberto’s thighs were 48 inches of solid muscle, and so getting the shorts off was like rolling on a condom, in reverse. Lee had to force them past his thighs, which took some effort. By now Umberto's dick was out, not quite hard, but not quite flaccid. Lee was amazed to see that it had to be easily over a foot long, maybe more. It had twice the amount of veins on it as average penises, and the mushroom head was big, purple and shiny, and easily four times the average size. A ropy string of precum began to extend downward to the floor from its delicious slit. He couldn’t imagine what it would be like to ride a monster cock of that magnitude, although he’d seen several twinks on porn sites fooling around with fake dicks even bigger than Umberto’s, resulting in those horrid prolapsed or herniated rectums that some sick fuckers were into. When Lee finally got the shorts down to his ankles, the behemoth relaxed his flexing and stepped out of the shorts. Lee could finally get to work with the scissors. “Make sure you do a good job on them, Lee. I ruined many pairs customising them in the past. Of course, I was smaller back then. A LOT smaller,” Umberto boasted. “Er… I’m pretty good at this, Umberto. I cut many of my own pairs when I couldn’t buy them off the rack,” said Lee, sitting at Eugene’s desk so he could work on the shorts. “Yeah, they’re hard to find, especially to fit my hulking frame. Clothes and me usually part company way too soon. But that’s the price you pay for bodybuilding.” Umberto bounced his pecs and then allowed some precum to pool in his callused palm. He licked it for no apparent reason but to get off on his own freaky size. Lee worked with his back to the bodybuilder so he could concentrate better. He also refrained from looking at the monitors, one of which was showing the giant making lots of bodybuilding poses. But at least his grunting and moans of self-indulgent pleasure wasn’t too much of a distraction. Lee’s hands trembled slightly due to extreme muscle-lust. The smell of muscle-man stink hung heavily in the musty air of the office. There was an air conditioner on the wall but it hadn’t worked in ages. Oh Eugene, lusting after men on the monitors and forgetting to take care of Alderson’s maintenance. Naughty Eugene. He held his breath as he made the scissor blades connect with the denim. He just about managed to cut away the panel covering the fly buttons of the Levis 501s. They were a bit faded, well worn in, and smelly as fuck. He saw that they might be counterfeits, as there was a “CM” on the back label below the waist and leg measurements, which Lee knew to mean “custom made”. It made sense. Umberto’s upper leg to waist ratio – not to mention his massively developed glutes – meant that shopping for regular Levis was impossible. The little red tag on the back pocket also seemed slightly larger than usual. But fuck it, they still looked hot. After a short time, Lee was done cutting. He was pleased with the result. The inner panel through which the button-holes were punched was a couple of shades darker than the now removed front panel. This was because they were less faded due to being protected from direct sunlight, so this effect made the buttons stand out more. Hey, this was one of Lee’s fetishes (tame compared to the absolute filth some people got off to), so he was an expert when it came to jeans customisation. He swivelled around in Eugene’s chair and nervously held up the now sexier shorts for Umberto to inspect. “Hey, they look great. Bet they’ll look even better when I put ‘em back on, Lee. Thank you for doing this. You don’t mind helping me back on with my new EBFs?” “Sure, but I’m being honest with you, Umberto. I haven’t had a wank since yesterday. My balls are gonna explode if I don’t do something about it,” said Lee in earnest. He stooped to allow the bodybuilder to step back into the shorts. “Don’t worry, sexy Lee. Just do this one thing for huge bodybuilder Umberto Morelli, and I’ll award you and help you take care of your little problem, although judging by how soaked the front of your EBFs are, you must have quite the equipment packed away so Umberto can’t see it.” He made a playful sad clown face. Lee thought it was really hot whenever Umberto referred to himself in the third person, like he was objectifying himself as a big, dumb hunk of muscle. It was much harder getting the shorts back up past Umberto’s redwoods for thighs, but he finally managed it. Now it was time to stuff back in Umberto’s generous trouser snake and orange-sized balls. It suddenly occurred to him that these custom-made shorts (originally full-length blue jeans) had five buttons on the fly, which meant that had the waistband not been removed, there would have been six vertical shiny metal buttons. It made sense. The extra button would be necessary to fasten over a larger crotch size. They looked so good. One by one Lee carefully buttoned up the EBFs, but Umberto’s junk made the crotch front strain so that the buttons were put under pressure, same as the gaps that can appear between the shirt buttons of a strained dress shirt on a fat or muscular man whose lifestyles made them quickly outgrow shirts. It took plenty of effort on Lee’s part, and by the time he was finished he was somewhat depleted of stamina. At least less stamina helped to stem the flow of his impending jizz torrent and delay it slightly. “All done, Umberto,” Lee panted and slumped back into Eugene’s office chair. “Mmmm, they feel a little tighter this time. You sure you didn’t take them in a little?” Umberto was joking, of course. He knew that all Lee did was free the button-fly from beneath its denim concealment. The spicy Italian flexed and rolled his sequoia thighs, hammering out definition and hardness that would make the Hulk faint with jealousy. Unseen by Lee, he flexed his huge glutes around at his arsehole, forcing the button-fly to strain even further. Lee gasped as tufts of the bodybuilder’s pubic forest began to poke through the gaps forced to appear between the buttons. The shorts seemed doomed to come apart, and explosively so. “Nuh-no, sir,” answered Lee, his stammer having returned. “Hmm, maybe the lack of decent air in this office is forcing the denim to shrink, or something,” Umberto offered in the way of a jest. He could feel himself getting bigger and bigger. He loved it. It was his ultimate obsession, to force his muscles to grow bigger, harder, and stronger than ever before in front of a sexy skinny twink set to blow his load at any moment. Umberto brought his hands up behind his head and locked his calloused fingers together (the ones you only get from lifting very heavy weights and wearing out too many lifting gloves). He flexed for all he was worth (which was a hell of a lot), flaring out his lats to their engorged fullest. He tightened up his abs and rolled his thigh muscles faster and harder, taking it in turns to snap the muscles of each leg hard and bulging, which forced his shorts to strain further as his genitals got hungry for some growth of their own. “I’m so fuckin’ huge, Lee. I can scarcely believe it. Look at the fuckin’ size of me. Tell me how huge I am, sexy little man!” Umberto was so turned on by his own masculine fervency. He popped a huge double biceps and then turned sideways to explode into a ridiculously huge side chest pose. His muscle tits roared frenziedly with size, almost bursting like beach balls, and the veins on his forearms flared hot, thick and dark over papery golden bronze skin. “You… are the… biggest, most muscular god of a man… gasp… I’ve ever seen,” Lee stated through a voice heavy with rasping muscle lust. “That’s true, alright. In fact, in reality, I’m not the biggest. Not yet anyway. But I’ll explain all that in due course,” said the bodybuilder who brought down his hands to dig his thumbs into his sides in order to inflate up to a monstrous lat spread. His delta wings swelled and widened. His pectoral masses heaved and burst upwards and outwards with size and power; the upper pecs alone began to constrict his airflow and brush against his granite chin, forcing him to lean his head backwards to better show off the massive size he was capable of displaying. “Hmm, but I really want to check out for myself the glorious sight of me wearing my cut-away EBF slut shorts, only there are no mirrors in here. What’s a massive bodybuilder to do, gorgeous Lee?” Umberto was such a tease, but Lee didn’t want it to stop, not ever. Moaning with lust, his scant chest heaving under his trim work polo shirt, Lee gestured to another door to Eugene’s office. It led to the rear of the supermarket and to a corridor that connected to several rooms, amongst them the staff toilets, changing rooms, plus a showering facility and staff canteen. At the end of the corridor were a set of double doors that led out back to where stock was stored and deliveries taken in. Other double doors connected to the store’s front of house through which staff could move fresh stock on pallets and trolleys for restocking of the shelves; all typical supermarket stuff. “The men’s changing room has a mirror, maybe even wide enough to show you in your entirety. Through there, and second door on the right,” Lee gestured. “Hmm, that may do. But you’ll have to come with me. I need you to witness how I react to seeing me wearing my first pair of EBFs. Can’t do this without a sexy witness to make the event official,” Umberto declared, sealing the deal with a bounce of his floppy, huge pectorals, which he deftly forced to snap taut and hard as bricks. Umberto squeezed his bulk through the door to the back corridor, Lee obediently following. “Um… bring that lotion with you, sexy Lee. We’re definitely gonna need it.” He sealed the remark with another deliciously sexy wink. The doors to the changing rooms (the other one being for female staff, although only three girls currently worked at Alderson’s) were not as wide as the previous doors Umberto had to stoop and squeeze through. This time he made sure his body was pumped up to its fullest as he tried to squeeze through. “Hmm, this won’t do. Good job you brought that lotion, Lee. You’re gonna have to lotion me up to help me squeeze all this muscled manliness through your inferior little changing room door,” said Umberto assuredly. “Oh fuck, Umberto, your sexy little Lee is gonna come very very soon,” Lee said, groaning as his lust gained further power over him. He noticed that he was becoming a little more daring with the choice of words he used to talk to the bodybuilder. “Don’t be shy, my sexy, and quite potential boyfriend-in-waiting. Lube me up so I can revel at the sight of my sexy exposed button-fly denim cut-offs.” Umberto’s voice had deepened to a sexy husky tone, and the slight Italian accent lent it a crisp accentuation that only added to his overall sexiness. His “boyfriend-in-waiting”. Had Lee heard him correctly, or was it just wishful thinking playing tricks on the twink’s hearing? “Okay, just a little bit longer. The right time for you to come is fast approaching. Hang in there a little. But before you unscrew the cap from the lotion bottle, I wanna sniff something to further heighten my own lust, which is now not only just self-adoring muscle lust, but also a lust for something else,” said Umberto, extending his reach as if to engulf Lee with his size and strength. Lee somehow knew what Umberto wanted to do. He completely gave in; he was powerless to resist. He let himself get picked up by Umberto, which the bodybuilder did all too easily. “Fuck, you feel weightless to me,” said Umberto after lifting Lee several feet off the floor. He raised him up so that his crotch was level with the most handsome face Lee had ever seen. Nay, not handsome… Umberto was beautiful beyond sane reasoning. The giant bodybuilder muscle-god pressed his nose and mouth to Lee’s crotch. He inhaled slowly and deeply, enjoying the aroma and wetness of Lee’s precum-sodden work pants. “Yum… you smell fantastic down there, sexy Lee,” said Umberto before running his tongue up and down Lee’s crotch area, liking the taste of the precum and the metallic aftertaste left from the buttons on his fly. He wanted to hold him tight and hug him forever, but there was still work to be done. In order to get to the mirror in the changing room, he had to fit through the door. The lotion was a vital tool that would help make that happen. How did I last this long, thought Lee as he squeezed a good handful of lotion into his palm. He’d lost track of the normal passage of time ever since first laying eyes on Umberto Morelli. It could have been minutes that passed, or hours; he just didn’t know one from the other. Usually he’d have jizzed himself well before now, and that wasn’t even in the presence of a muscle-god, just regular bodybuilders or porn stuff on the internet. He’d fucked plenty of guys since exploding onto the gay scene a couple years previously, and he’d even gone through a premature ejaculatory phase, however, that changed as he learned to fuck properly and make it as pleasurable as possible for both giver and receiver. It seemed as though his libido had developed a mind of its own and was helping Lee to keep itself holding on as long as possible so as not to ruin a single moment of an incredible situation that continued to intensify and drive his lust factor through the roof. “Oh I see your boss likes the good stuff,” Umberto commented, noticing the lotion was one of the more expensive brands. He beamed a broad grin and then turned around so his back was facing towards Lee. “Start by lotioning up my back, sexy boyfriend,” Umberto urged cheekily. Lee was stunned. He said ‘boyfriend’ this time, without the ‘in-waiting’ part. Lee began to worry this was some bizarre dream he was having. He’d passed out right at the till once before because he’d been late for his shift that morning and so had had to skip breakfast. Maybe the same thing had happened this time. Had he forgotten to eat today? His brain melted and turned to runny gloop which didn’t help. But it felt too real – far too stimulating – to be a dream. This had to be real. Umberto appeared to be into Lee as much as Lee was into him. Umberto was everything Lee could have ever dreamed of and lusted for. But was this as far as it would go? Could there be anything beyond this incredible encounter with a muscle-god? Lee made sure his hands and fingers were well-coated with the moisturising lotion. Umberto thought it fun to stand in front of the changing room door and fan out his back to its widest by doing a rear lat-spread, showing how the door was almost half a foot narrower on each side than his back and shoulders. Lee gasped, feeling himself go all wobbly. Still, he must soldier on. Umberto was adamant that Lee carry out his duty to its fullest. “Wow this door is ridiculously narrow, Lee my man. See how I’ve widened my back to make it easier for you to rub on the lotion? Wouldn’t want your delightful digits to get eaten up by the deep cuts between my back muscles. I could hide loose change in those muscle gullies. Heh!” Lee tentatively touched Umberto’s skin, starting at the lower back region. His waist-to-shoulder ratio was insane. Most men opted for a V-taper and so worked out to achieve that. But if Umberto’s taper were to be represented by a letter of the alphabet, it would be a very big uppercase ‘V’ in bold, with three ‘W’s side by side on top. Something like that anyway. Lee was aghast at how smooth, but hard the skin felt, as the muscles were expanded to their fullest. He gasped with a mixture of lust and anxiety as he rubbed in the lotion and quickly relaxed and began to enjoy the sensation of working his lotioned hands up and across the massive delta of Umberto’s back. “Wow, that feels so good, Lee. Keep going. Get more on there. I need to be really slippery with lotion so’s I can get through this fucking door. I can’t wait to see what I look like in my very much improved bodybuilder slut shorts.” Umberto was nothing but playfully and lustily enthusiastic. He was enjoying this experience as much as Lee was. Lee was silent now, concentrating on the task, trying his best to commit every muscle bump and valley to memory, in case he never saw Umberto again after this encounter. This memory would be deposited in his ‘wank bank’ forever after, and hopefully the ruined shirt Umberto had given him as a gift would never lose its muscle man-stink. Lee ran out of lotion half way up the spread of Umberto’s muscle wings, and so he had to squirt another good glob of it into his palm. He lubed his palms up again and returned to exploring the ever-moistening expanse of Umberto’s muscular landscape stretched before him. This time the lotion bottle made that sound when there is more air than lotion coming out of the nozzle. “Jeez, sexy Lee, I hope there’s enough lotion in that bottle. You still need to lube up my shoulders, beachball pectorals, arms and maybe even my legs, if I stand a chance of seeing myself in that mirror. I really can’t wait to look at myself properly since my last workout. I know I’m bigger than I was this morning. I need to see it or I’ll get upset. And you wouldn’t like to see Umberto get upset.” Umberto changed his pose to a rear double biceps. His mountainous arms bunched up and became rock hard boulders, thick veins cracking up through the skin the more he flexed. His rear traps and other back muscles bunched together and bulged to extremes as Lee worked more lotion into them. His palms quickly ran dry of the lotion and it was time for another squirt. There was only one squirt left. “Muh-maybe enough for your shoulders… and pecs, I think,” Lee once again stammered. “Shit, that may not be enough. Look at the fucking size of my shoulders, their sheer width even bones me up more than ever. And my pectorals are fucking gigantic.” Once again turning to face the incredibly fortunate twink, Umberto expertly made his muscle-tits bounce and roll and crack one striation after another across their corpulent masses. His pectorals were actually disproportionately large compared with the rest of his muscles. Umberto liked it that way, having a balloon chest so busty, it was getting harder and harder to see over them. When he’d be lying on the bench, pressing 1000 pounds of weight over and over, his entire field of vision would be taken up by super-swollen biceps pressing against the size of his pecs. In turn, this combined with the superior weight they displaced, making them bulge obscenely upward and forming a muscle cleavage that a grown man could lose a hand and wrist in, possibly half his forearm too. But he still wasn’t satisfied with the size of his pecs, or his overall size. “Lube up my big pecs next, sexy boy,” Umberto commanded, his tone guttural and his breath heavy, “I’ll bounce them like fucking crazy while you’re doing it.” Lee moaned lustily as he worked the cream into the heaving bodybuilder-bosoms. They felt so heavy as his fingers lingered around the swollen under-swells of his lower pectorals. He felt their heft in his hands and they had to weigh at least forty pounds apiece, maybe more. Umberto heaved and squeezed them together, forcing them to bulge hugely, inviting Lee to explore the canyon his busty pectorals formed as they were pressed together. “Work that cream into my cleavage, Lee, and then into the big dimples I can form on each side of my outer pectorals with minimal effort, just by lightly squeezing my biceps. I don’t even have to flex that much to dimple out my titan-tits.” Sure enough a deep delicious dimple formed on each side of Umberto’s pecs, big enough for Lee’s fists to become embedded in. More pec squeezing enticed Lee’s fingers to sensuously scurry his fingers across the massive globes, until finally he could bury his lotion-smeared digits deep into Umberto’s canyon cleavage. The cleavage hungrily devoured the lotion along with Lee’s fingers and even part of the hands themselves. Lee gasped further, his forehead beaded with sweat, and his dick pushing out his button-fly pants even further. He was close to blowing his wad. But still, Umberto demanded he explore further. “My pecs can swell even more if you play with my monster nips, Lee. Go on, tickle and twist them. Enjoy my nubs as much as they will enjoy you,” Umberto urged, throwing his head back in the throes of utter muscle bliss. He was obsessed with bodybuilding. He would never stop bodybuilding. He needed to bodybuild more and more, increasing in size and getting stronger, hotter, and way more beautiful than he currently was. And Lee would be his muse-cum-helper monkey, to put it into an amusing context. Lee got hold of the downward pointing nipples, each bigger than the tops of his thumbs. He started by inserting his fingers into each nipple ring and tugging them downward. The nubs felt so firm, so large and manly, and it took a bit of effort on Lee’s part to make them yield. The rings were quite sexy to interact with, but he wanted to give his full attention to the nipples proper. He removed his fingers from the rings so he could grasp the nipple flesh. He twisted them and played with them for a bit. Umberto gasped and moaned, loving every moment. He bounced the fuck out of his muscle boobs, working more and more blood and testosterone into them and causing a surge of both throughout his body. Both men had completely forgotten they were in the staff back area of a supermarket. This experience for both of them transcended reality, leaving behind the here and now. There was only timeless muscle-lust and the bliss it coerced into being. “Unnngh… so good, Lee. I love how you play with my nubs, and how you made my pectorals moist and glistening. More lotion, though… around my deltoids and upper arms. I need to get through that door now… NOW! I gotta see how I look in my exposed button-fly bodybuilder whore-denims before I fucking EXPLODE!!!! Grrrr!” The lotion was all but used up. Lee managed to get a little out onto his palm and did his best to smear as much as he could over the areas requested – nay, demanded – by Umberto. The melon-sized delts glistened less than satisfactorily as the lotion finally gave up its ghost. Lee began to panic. He needed to let some pressure out from his painfully tight boner crotch. He undid the waistband button and two of the fly buttons of his pants, and pushed his hand past the elastic of his boxer briefs in order to adjust his junk. It helped a little. How have I not come yet, he thought? Is it possible that Umberto exerted such a hold over him that he was capable of delaying Lee’s impending orgasm and explosion of jizz on a subliminal level? This chemistry between them had to be explored further. Umberto had fucked hundreds of men, mostly bodybuilders, and not one of them had had this much of an effect on his muscle arousal as that which Lee was capable of making him feel. A super skinny twink with glasses, and he was driving Umberto crazy with muscle lust, urging him to swell bigger and bigger than his muscles had swelled before. “I could run out to the shop floor and grab some more lotion from the shelf, if you like, buh… but I don’t think I’ll last long enough to get out there. My erection is now at full mast, Umberto. I’m packing ten inches of twink meat down there, and besides, I had to undo some of my buttons. Can’t do them back up again, not yet anyway,” Lee explained in honesty. “There’s no time for that, boyfriend,” Umberto growled. He said that word again. This was their first encounter and already he was calling him ‘boyfriend’. He continued: “I’ll just have to improvise. Grrrrrrr”. Umberto had to stoop and turn sideways to attempt to get through the door. His lotioned pecs and back created a sideways girth wider than the door by almost a foot. He was sweaty now, so at least the sweat was mixing with the lotion and helping him lube up further. But it still wasn’t enough to get through the door and to the precious mirror beyond. “Right. Fuck this!!!” Somehow he managed to squeeze partway through the door, his knees bent to lower his height somewhat. Then he attempted a half-twist of his body to force himself through further. He began to flex. Then he flexed some more. Then he flexed huger and huger. Lee heard the sound of splintering wood. Some plaster became dislodged from around the doorframe. Slowly but surely, Umberto was transforming the dimensions of the door frame to accommodate his gigantic muscle mass. The door itself, which had been opened inwards, immediately broke away from its hinges and flew across the changing room to strike a row of lockers at the back of the room. This gave Umberto a couple more inches to work with. The door frame buckled further. Wood continued to crack and split along with masonry becoming loose around the door frame. “Nearly there. Shoulders almost through!” He had now widened the door sufficiently to stand face to face with Lee, each mighty shoulder pushing the door frame out further on either side. Still with his head bowed forward and his knees half-bent, Umberto proceeded to bring himself up to full height. The backs of his traps bore the full force of mutilating the crossbeam that formed the horizontal top of the door frame. He applied more and more force, deforming the door further as he pushed upwards and outwards simultaneously. Was this a load-bearing wall? Lee was no architect, but Umberto’s incredible display of power made him not care if the entire store came down around them. He had all the buttons of his pants open, now, so it made it slightly easier for him to further resist the urge to blow his wad. The first three inches of his above average dick poked out of the top of his boxer briefs. No point hiding it now. “Wow, I look forward to getting to know your cock, Lee sexy man,” drooled Umberto as he flexed to his full height and titanic width. The door frame came completely away from the wall around it, shattering into splinters, which, fortunately, didn't find a home anywhere near Lee’s delicate skin. Still, Lee found himself having to run to a safe distance further down the corridor as Umberto finished performing such a superhuman feat of strength, The ceiling hadn’t collapsed, so that was something to be thankful for, but the damage was significant. Eugene would not be pleased, but with everything getting recorded by his CCTV, he’d have wank material to last him the rest of his life. A little structural damage could be dealt with easily enough. “There, now THAT’s a door befitting a bodybuilder my size. Fuck the prick who decided to create a door for hobbits,” Umberto boasted, pleased with his handiwork. Once through the door and into the changing room, Umberto pumped up to his full height and width, flaring his lats and bouncing his pectoral mountains simultaneously. He was a bit disappointed when he saw the mirror. “That’s a bit shit. Okay, so it’s a full length mirror, but it’s only two feet wide. I’m three times that wide, maybe. But it’ll have to do.” Umberto relaxed his posing and stood as far back from the mirror as the size of the room would allow. The fluorescent light overhead was bright and sufficient. Umberto looked down at his cut-offs, with their missing waistband, shortened length, and the exposed button-fly. His reflection (or part of it) filled the entire mirror. “Fucking amazing. You worked well on them, Lee. They’re so hot and I want you to convert all my jeans and pants from now on. Make them all EBFs. But you know what? I’m so horny now, I don’t think these buttons are going to hold. What do you think?” Lee didn’t know what to say. He was in awe of the muscle-god. It sounded like Umberto was planning that their ‘relationship’ be a long term thing. He liked the sound of that. “You can blow your load, now, honey. Umberto is pleased with the attention you’ve given him. Now to give you something back as a reward. But first get out of that uniform and your boxers. I wanna see all of you.” Lee went quiet again, eager to please the giant wall of mega-muscle before him. He hurried himself to complete nakedness and stood before Umberto, skinny, lanky, and naked as the day he was born. His erection was at full mast and it shot straight up level with his abs and well past his belly button. Umberto loved how hung he was for such a skinny guy. “Wow, that’s a gorgeous cock you have. Who’d have thought your button-fly could keep all that in without bursting apart?” Umberto’s words were too much. Lee moaned and his entire body shook as his balls began to throb for release of his spunk. It was Umberto’s cue to reach forward and effortlessly lift Lee upwards, drawing his quivering dick up to his manly, too-sexy lips. Just as Lee screamed in release of his salty créme, Umberto took hold of his cock and sucked it all the way into his mouth. Lee’s body tensed like iron in his grip as his spunk gushed down Umberto’s throat. The bodybuilder drank deeply, pleased – and a little surprised – that such a skinny guy could produce so much seed. Five shots of come, or maybe six, gushed down Umberto’s throat and he took Lee to the very last drop. Lee’s scream quietened and his body went limp in Umberto’s hold. The giant bodybuilder had been satiated, for now. He pulled Lee close to him, this time tenderly, and allowed the little guy to bury his face in his huge and beautiful pectorals. Lee nuzzled each pec with equal tenderness. Then he started sobbing unexpectedly. “That was… amazing… ohmygosh!” was all he could say. Umberto hugged him a little longer, before setting him down. There was a bench in the changing room where the male staff could sit down to take their work shoes on and off. He sat there, naked and quivering with a mixture of elation and nervous anxiety. Spent of his seed, his body needed time to adjust to normality again. Maybe it never would. He looked up at the massive muscle-god. “But what about you? Aren’t you gonna come as well?” An innocently put question that made Lee look even cuter. “Well I don’t want to ruin these beautiful improved cut-offs that now exist thanks to you,” Umberto explained. He added: “Besides, I shot a massive fucking load in the gym before I left it. Drenched four bodybuilders in the shower who then started having an orgy to get as much of my come into their mouths. It was quite a sight to behold. I didn’t even bother to shower. Just came over here to get some grub. Which reminds me, I’m fucking starving after my workout.” “So then, this is it? I don’t get to taste your muscle spunk? Can we do this again?” Lee was suddenly greatly concerned that Umberto had been fucking with him from the beginning just to get a mouthful of twink jizz. But Umberto smiled at him, warmly, his cocky demeanour now taking a back seat to something between friendliness and wanting something more. He lifted Lee onto the bench so that their eye levels were now the same. He raised a big callused mitt up to gently pinch Lee on the cheek. Of course, this caused his biceps and forearm muscles to collide, forcing more and more veins to freakishly bloat and swell with power. “Don’t worry, sexy Lee… MY sexy Lee. Had I known I’d meet someone like you at the most unexpected moment, I’d never have shot my litre-sized load back over in the gym. I was super horny after one of the best workouts of my life. Sometimes any horniness remaining manifests as playful arrogance, if that’s even a thing. I’m a little spent now, and I’ve had my fun for the time being. But I gotta pay the bills, so I have to get something to eat and then get to work. I just moved into the big warehouse apartment on Bridge Street and I gotta work to keep a roof over my head, and, of course, to pay for all the food and supplements I need to grow so fucking huge!” A tinge of the arrogant self-indulgent Umberto returned to finish his last sentence. Lee’s eyes grew wide with surprise. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “Did you say Bridge Street? Why… I live right across the street from that apartment. How come I never saw you before today? You’re impossible to miss.” Lee couldn’t believe that the man of his dreams was very much a reality, and lived just a few metres from his own flat. “Just moved in yesterday. I didn’t unpack. Just hit the weights hard. I’ll have a full gym set up in the place eventually. But for now Gridiron will suffice. It’s for the genetically gifted hyper-muscled bodybuilders who want to grow even bigger. My kinda place. But I really can’t wait to get to know you better. Hey I never even got your surname, did I?” Umberto’s lust had levelled out. He behaved quite gentlemanly now, but he was the type that could explode into a massive most muscular at any moment and anger up the testosterone in his balls again, setting it off like a nest of disturbed hornets. “It’s Fordham. Lee Fordham,” Lee replied. “Nice to meet you, Lee Fordham. Umberto Morelli really likes what he sees. And Umberto Morelli really wants to get to know you better. Are you free tomorrow evening for dinner? I know this great Italian pizza place on Timpani Street. I have an account there. But it’s quite a formal dress code, too. Do you own a dress shirt and bow tie? I’m really into bow ties.” Umberto lifted Lee down from the bench and bent down to pick up his clothes for him. In fairness Lee could have done with a shower before going back to work, but he had a feeling Eugene would go easy on him. Besides, it had to be near the end of his shift, now that a sense of the normal passage of time had returned to Lee. “I also love bow ties. I’ve got a drawer full of them,” Lee beamed. He couldn’t believe it… Umberto was asking him out on a date. A proper date. He’d never been on one of those before, usually scoring with guys at gay bars or occasional internet hookups. “Great. Meet me outside my apartment at 8pm. Hopefully the sun will still be out and we can casually stroll hand in hand to the restaurant, dressed in our finest and turning the heads of everyone we pass. But we won’t give a shit. Fuck them. I’ve got too much muscle to care.” And to illustrate unabashedly, the bodybuilder brought his arms up and popped out a huge double biceps. His muscle peaks blasted upward like new mountains being birthed from the earth. Lightning flashes of veins cracked across every surface. Lee gasped yet again. And then Umberto was gone, squeezing through the enlarged doorway he had made for himself. Wearing only his denim cut-offs with the buttons shining and fully exposed, he left via the delivery entrance, deciding not to cause too much of a commotion given that he was completely shirtless. He could have used a shower. Plaster dust and splinters of wood still clung to some of the more moisturised parts of his muscles. Fuck it, he’d still turn heads wherever he went. He was a muscle-god and so to him normal rules no longer applied. Later on, Lee was at his locker, having had a shower after such a spectacular afternoon. Eugene was upset over the damage Umberto had made to the changing room door, but Lee said all the wanking he’d be doing to the recordings of Umberto being cocky and self-obsessed with his displays of unabashed and jaw-dropping muscularity and strength, would more than make up for the damage. Eugene was okay with it. He looked forward to reviewing those recordings at home on his computer later that evening. Of course first he would have to get in a handyman to repair damage to the changing room. Sam’s shift ended when Lee’s did. Their lockers were side by side. Sam made casual chat with Lee as they changed clothes, mostly about the damage the hulking bodybuilder had caused to the door. Then, more confidently, Sam asked Lee out for a drink, but Lee declined, much to Sam’s dismay. That was the first time the newbie had asked him out for a drink, and it further cemented in his mind that Sam might indeed be gay, given that he’d opted for the exposed button-fly version of the mens work pants, rather than the concealed fly. Feeling somewhat emboldened, Lee decided to raise the issue of Sam’s choice of work pants. “So you went for the sexier choice of work pants, just like the boss and me. I hope you’re not attempting to suck up to Eugene,” Lee joked as he slipped into a tee-shirt and running shorts. His uniform would need washing. It reeked of precum and sweat, otherwise he would have worn it home. The tee-shirt and shorts in his locker were just for emergencies. “Yeah, they’re pretty cool. I like how they look on me. A break from the norm eh?” Sam, despite being a bit chubby, was still quite good looking. Lee had hooked up with confident chubby guys before and they were pretty good in the sack, although Lee’s number one choice of guy would always be a bodybuilder. And Umberto has certainly raised the bar in that respect, only his bar was supporting a massive 1000 pounds for 12 reps at a time. Sam was the type that stripped both top and bottoms off at the same time, unashamed to be seen only in his tiny, sexy undies as he rummaged in his locker for his day clothes. He dropped his deodorant on the floor and gleefully bent down to retrieve it, careful to make sure that the luminous pink thong he wore was in full view of Lee. It divided his portly bubble butt nicely, the thin thong strap at the rear easily swallowed up by his cavernous crack. Being a bit on the short side, he made up for it in other ways. Lee felt his dick quivering excitedly in his shorts. But if Sam had anything planned from flirting with Lee, then it wasn’t happening in a locker room that reeked of bodybuilder muscle stink. Sam slipped into a pair of black Levis jeans cut short to his knees. His thighs were chunky and his hips a little too wide, but the jeans looked great on him. Especially the exposed button-fly front he’d created for himself with a pair of scissors. Lee almost shrieked with delight. Another recruit to club EBF, it seemed. Then Sam, growing bolder by the minute, pulled a stretchy ribbed sky blue tee-shirt out of his bag, only he’d snipped a good four inches off the bottom. It hung from his doughy chest as a crop top, stopping just above a navel encircled with fine blonde hair that darkened slightly to the beginning of a hot pubic line above the waistband of his jeans. Lee’s dick grew instantly hard. He liked crop tops, too, and resolved to start wearing them himself, provided the weather stayed warm and sunny. Lee found himself liking Sam more and more with each passing moment. That was when Sam leaned forward, having to stand on his tiptoes to reach Lee’s luscious lips. What had been a spontaneous superficial friend-to-friend peck on the lips soon saw the guys thrusting their tongues into each other’s mouths, tasting and probing for all they were worth. “Fuck going for a drink,” Lee gasped, much surprised by this sudden turn of events. He added: “You’re coming home with me.” And with a playful pat on his arse, Lee left Aldersons with Sam Wickham, not knowing where the evening would take them. PART 2 “You’re flat’s nice,” Sam said to Lee when they arrived at Lee’s place. It was just a two-roomer, with the bed, living and dining area all combined. A door led through to a bathroom barely big enough to shower, shave and take a leak in. That was it. Lee lived quite frugally and didn’t have a lot of clutter. But he had a big wardrobe full of clothes, and a chest of drawers for undies and socks and so forth. “It’s not much, but all I can afford on Aldersons wages,” he replied, almost bashfully. He liked how Sam had suddenly come out of his shell, but having had his load shot into the throat of the biggest bodybuilder he’d ever seen, Lee was feeling a little depleted. He also liked, however, that Sam had made such a spontaneous pass at him back in the changing room, although he couldn’t get Umberto out of his thoughts. “Yeah, I know the feeling. I live with my granny. She’s always drunk and breaking stuff, so I pretty much just stay in my room playing video games and leave her to her own business,” Sam said, inviting himself to sit down on Lee’s capacious queen-sized bed. “Mmmm… comfy. I wonder what fun we could have in this bed,” said Sam, forwardly. He made himself more comfortable by removing his crop top and unbuttoning the top button of his EBF denims. He rested his back against a pillow and placed one forearm behind his head. With his other hand he started to rub his crotch. Gaps appeared between his exposed button-fly as his dick thickened with chubbiness. Lee watched, interested, but wishing Sam had muscles as big as Umberto. But Sam was truly beautiful even though he was a bit on the overweight side. He wasn’t shy about being overweight, and loved to show off his puffy nipples that pushed out from light brown areolas. Lee wasn’t sure why he did what he did next, but reason and logic had decided to take the day off ever since Umberto came into their lives. “Here, sniff this. Breathe in his smell real deep, and tell me I wasn’t and still aren’t having some amazing dream,” said Lee. He didn’t remember putting it in the pocket of his shorts before leaving work earlier, but there it was: the panel of denim he’d removed from Umberto’s shorts, one of two souvenirs he would hopefully never part with. He tossed it towards Sam and it landed on his doughy gut near to his gorgeous treasure trail of darker pubes. “Oh I see what this is. I bet it smells amazing,” said Sam passing the denim strip across his nostrils like the way toffee-nosed types sniff a fine and expensive cigar. He drew in deeply, allowing the microscopic particles of Umberto’s bodybuilder muscle-stink to intoxicate his senses. His crotch swelled further and more visibly. Lee’s shorts began to tent outwards at the front. “Yum… I could sniff this all day. What exactly happened with you and the giant god of muscle-manliness earlier in Eugene’s office?” “He posed a lot, flexing his muscles and being a total alpha show-off. It was hard getting his shorts down past his massive thighs. And his dick was fucking huge. I think he was growing as he got more and more turned on. I eventually couldn’t keep my load in and when I shot it off he lifted me up in time to swallow the lot,” Lee explained. He reached into his bag for the tattered remains of the other souvenir, Umberto’s shirt that was barely a shirt when worn by a mountainous god. The flat soon reeked of come and sweat far stronger than the most hardcore bodybuilding gyms. Lee continued his account of earlier, and both guys grew more and more aroused: “He was too big to get through the changing room door because he wanted to see how the shorts looked on him, and you know the changing room has a full-length mirror. And you saw what he did to the door.” The tattered shirt was stinking so much now. It was strange, like it was getting stinkier and more arousingly pungent, although that was impossible, was it not? “Yeah he can’t be of this world, Lee. He simply can't be. Do you like how swollen my nipples look when I’m turned on?” There was no denying that Sam Wickham was looking more and more hot and pleasing to the eye with each passing minute. What the hell was going on? Had they somehow crossed over to a parallel universe, where massive bodybuilders that defied all physical laws lived and breathed and reigned superior over the mundane masses? “Your nips are amazing,” said Lee. He wanted to fuck Sam, now, but wasn’t sure if he was a top of a bottom. His arse was big and bubbly, if a bit flabby, but it would easily take all ten inches of Lee’s big, hungry cock. But before he could advance on the short, blonde stud, Sam was off the bed and across the room so as to grab Umberto’s shirty remains off Lee. “I wanna be your randy little Incredible Hulk,” Sam growled, and dressed up in the shredded shirt as best as its tattered flaps of cotton would allow. He looked stupid with it on, but neither of them cared. Lee formed an anxious look on his face as it suddenly occurred to him that Sam’s body odour might interfere with Umberto’s muscle-stink, and somehow change it. But what if it made the smell even better? “Mmmm the smell is amazing. I’d love to be a big bodybuilder and do insane things to you,” teased Sam, rubbing Umberto’s muscle stink into his soft skin. His nipples bulged more hugely, now, looking more like the fertile, nourishing nubs of a woman than of a hot young bloke. “We shouldn’t do this, Sam. I feel like we’re meddling in affairs we shouldn’t be,” Lee chewed his bottom lip to stop it from quivering. His ten incher was now at full mast, pushing out his shorts further and further. Umberto’s smell was almost choking their olfactory senses, but the pleasure of it was indescribable. “Oh man… bodybuilding… bodybuilding… body-fucking-building. I want it so much,” said Sam making muscle poses and growling like an adolescent in heat. Lee lost control and pushed Sam across the room. The intoxicated duo landed on the bed, with Lee and all of his six feet of lanky leanness lying on top of Sam. Lee kissed him forcibly, now also making angry noises as his horniness intensified. They rolled around on the bed, interchanging positions and getting more of the shirt stink on the duvet. The smell seemed to get stronger and stronger. Lee pinned down Sam’s hands and the blonde made no attempt to break free. His mouth and tongue hungrily explored Sam’s face and neck, before working down to his less manly-looking chest with its disproportionately large and suckable buds, which Lee tasted and found delicious. He released one of Sam’s hands so he could fondle his stomach, tracing down through his treasure trail to pop the buttons of his cut-offs and release Sam’s rod. Sam’s pudgy dick was already too extended and swollen for his skimpy thong to contain and it popped out and thickened with mass and throbbing veins. “I’m a grower, a fucking huge grower,” Sam gasped as Lee dropped to his knees so he could suck the precum off Sam’s beautiful cock. It was about seven inches hard, but it was also very thick, and it filled Lee’s mouth sufficiently. Lee sucked him off to a point where it seemed Sam would come in his mouth, but he had to taste more and more of him, especially his wonderfully fat, round balls that were already charging with lusty juices. “I want you so naked,” Lee snarled, pulling the tattered plaid shirt away from the short blonde stud. It was warm in the flat now, and the guys glistened with sweat from the effort of being so suddenly turned on by one another. Sam found the strength to flip away from the bed, simultaneously grabbing Lee and flinging him onto the bed. Now out of his clothes Lee’s super leanness seemed to compliment the chunkier Sam. “Wow, your cock is huge. It must be nine inches,” Sam marvelled. “It’s ten,” Lee gasped and his big dick twitched and pulsed with the energy of sexually-charged youth. “I’d love it to be over a foot long, though,” he added. “I want to be enormous all over,” Sam said, before taking all of Lee’s ten inches into his mouth until he almost gagged. He’d obviously done this thing before, and he deftly pleasured Lee’s big dick over and over. They now reeked of bodybuilder muscle-musk. It was heavenly. “Imagine my big nipples on bodybuilder pectorals,” Sam managed to murmur in between sucks. “Huge… get fucking huge, Sam. Make Umberto look small,” Lee pleaded as his lust rose to critical levels. They changed positions once more, with Sam lying with his back on the stinky bed. He arched his pelvis upward, and Lee caught his legs by the ankles and pushed, bringing Sam’s legs up and over and revealing his plump anus invitingly. “Put it in me,” Sam growled, and Lee was only too pleased to oblige. An arse as well-formed and capacious as Sam’s was simply made for a big dick. Lee wondered how many dicks had been caressed by that tight hole. Lee entered Sam, slowly at first, but then momentum increased and Lee was soon pounding Sam somewhat aggressively, not that Sam minded in the slightest. They fucked for what seemed like ages, Lee taking Sam repeatedly up his hole, and in other positions, too. Then they changed roles and Lee got to feel Sam’s chubby mass of manhood inside his modest anus. Both guys tasted each other’s jizz and they drank each other dry, with Sam’s larger balls producing way much more spurting spunk than Lee was capable of producing so soon after feeding it to Umberto Morelli. After several screaming orgasms, the boys collapsed on the big reeking bed, to reflect on the day that had been. Outside the sun began to set. “Fancy some takeout?” Lee suggested. Both lads had forgotten they had appetites, with food taking a back seat to other fancies. “Yeah, Pizza would be great. But we should take a shower first,” said Sam. “Nah, I don’t want us to lose Umberto’s stink. I forgot to tell you he just moved in across the street, into the warehouse apartment. He obviously needs a lot of space to live in. He’d never fit inside this place,” said Lee. “Wow, lucky you, living so close to him. Maybe he’ll let you play with his muscles once in a while,” Sam suggested. “That would be amazing. He really had an effect on me today. And then what we just did… I really wasn’t expecting that. Have you been with many guys, Sam?” “Um… just a few. I only came out a few months ago. My friends know. My granny doesn’t. My parents are divorced. Mum lives in Scotland, and Dad travels a lot for work. We mostly facetime. I don’t have any siblings. What about you?” Sam snuggled into sweaty Lee, liking how his skinny body looked so anatomical due to his lack of body fat. It contrasted his own doughiness quite nicely. “I moved here to be independent and gay. There’s not much to tell. Just boring stuff. But I like my life and I’m obsessed with exposed button-fly pants and jeans, and also, of course… massive bodybuilders.” Lee reached for his phone and to an app that would order them a big pizza and some fries they could share. While they waited, they cuddled and chatted further. “Yeah I only ever wear exposed button pants. And I love crop-tops, as you’ve already seen. I wished we lived back in the early seventies, when every second guy you’d pass on the street would be wearing EBFs,” Sam’s gaze seemed to look into the aether, as if drawn to a memory of years before they were born. “You know your stuff. It’s great having someone to share a rare fetish with, other than Eugene. I’ll make some crop-tops out of a few old shirts tomorrow. Maybe we could go clubbing in them,” Lee enthused. Just for fun Lee got up off the bed and dressed in Sam’s clothes. The crop-top was obviously swimming on him, and the jeans which Sam had cut to just above his knees ended halfway down his slender thighs. He buttoned up all of the buttons only to discover how loose the waistband was. “Heh, look at how loose they are around my waist, Sam. What waist size are you?” “Thirty-four. I know, I could lose a few pounds, or at least trim off some of the fat,” Sam patted his slight paunch proudly, causing his love handles to jiggle. “Haha, my bony waist is only twenty-eight. But watch this.” Lee turned to the side and put his arms behind his head. He took a few breaths and then sucked in his stomach as deeply as he could. “Holy shit,” said Sam, his eyes almost coming out on stalks. Lee’s stomach vacuum made his torso diminish in girth as though only a couple of inches existed between his spine and belly-button. “Just one of my party tricks. Maybe I’ll show you others,” Lee winked. Then he added: “Hey, let's have some fun when the pizza delivery guy arrives. I usually order from the same place. I got us a meat supreme. Rex is the delivery guy and he’s a hottie. Is it okay to remove the waistband from your EBFs? I promise it’ll make them look even sexier on you. More of that hot treasure trail on show, and you’ll still have the other four buttons down the front to show off.” Sam thought about it. “Yeah, go ahead. We can be all slutty with Rex when he arrives. Maybe he’ll want to hang out with us for a bit,” Sam winked mischievously. Lee went to work on the denims. It only took a minute to cut around the circumference of the jeans with his trusty scissors. “Here, try them on for me now,” Lee playfully ordered. Sam was only too keen to oblige. Lee opened his wardrobe inside of which was a full-length mirror attached to the door. “Wow, they look great. And my nipples are fully erect, too,” said Sam cheerily. Lee then rummaged around in his wardrobe and found a trashed pair of EBF cut-offs that were almost completely backless, save for a thong-strip seam at the back that was easily guzzled up by his crack. “Are these slutty enough, ya think?” said Lee with an impish wink. “So hot. I wonder if Rex will get all horned up by Umberto’s muscle-stink when he arrives and it hits him in the face?” The boys had gotten used to the smell, but it was still very present in the flat. It wasn’t too long before the doorbell sounded. “Pizza!” “Great, I’m famished,” said Sam, but Lee made a face. “Strange, that doesn’t sound like Rex. It’s a deeper voice,” said Lee. He looked through the peephole in the door. “Holy shit, wait until you see the size of this guy,” he whispered back to Sam who was admiring himself in front of the mirror. He really liked the no-waistband look. Lee excitedly opened the door, wearing only the slutty EBF thong that had originally been a full pair of jeans. The delivery guy was a hunk, and very well built, but nowhere near to matching Umberto for size and sheer muscle mass. The bodybuilder was bald, with slate grey eyes, handsome face finished by a trim black goatee. Lee thought he might have seen him in Aldersons once, which suggested he might lift at Gridiron. “That’ll be eighteen seventy, buddy,” he said handing over the food and Lee’s cock began to twitch as the bodybuilder’s eyes were drawn downward to what Lee was barely wearing. “Um, let me get my wallet. My shorts are so small they don’t have any pockets,” Lee teased, cursorily shooting a sly wink back at Sam. “I can see that,” the bodybuilding hunk replied, and then, somewhat boldly: “What’s the story with those anyway? Ever hear of zippers?” “Um, exposed button-fly is all the rage these days,” Lee lied, “and getting quite popular with bodybuilders, too. What do you think of them?” The bodybuilder just snorted something incomprehensible, although he had invited himself into the flat and nodded politely to Sam. “You’re a big fella, have you ever competed?” Sam asked. “Did a contest a while back. I placed seventh. I’m trying to bulk up to get heavy enough to train at Gridiron,” said the bodybuilder. He then glanced at his watch somewhat impatiently. “Ah right. We work at Aldersons supermarket right across the street from that gym. I thought I’d seen you in our store once before, and so reckoned you were already a member. We get a lot of bodybuilders in the store because we sell a lot of supplements and clothing for bodybuilders,” Lee went on. “I’ve been there once or twice. Strange dress code on the pants of the male staff,” said the bodybuilder. “Have you ever heard of Umberto Morelli? He came into the store today. He’s gigantic,” Lee just had to ask. “Yeah, I know of him. He’s freaky huge alright. I’d kill to be that size. Say, it smells like a gym in here. You guys been working out?” The bodybuilder warmed to them, slightly. “Well we were doing a workout, of sorts… on one another,” Sam teased, and groped a handful of his button-fly crotch. “So you two are gay? Easy to tell from your slutty gay shorts,” the bodybuilder laughed. “Here’s the money for the food. You’re welcome to stay and have some with us,” said Lee innocently enough. The bodybuilder considered the offer. “Well I was doing a favour for my brother. He owns the pizza parlour. Three of his delivery guys are off sick. Some bug going around. I haven’t eaten since my last protein shake. Fuck it, my brother’s a cunt anyway.” The bodybuilder made himself comfortable over in the dining corner of the flat. Lee only had two chairs and a formica table from which to eat. He hoped the chair wasn’t too uncomfortable for the muscle-man. “I’m Lee and this is Sam,” said Lee, happy to have another unplanned houseguest. “I’m John,” said the bodybuilder. He took off his jacket to reveal a tight red polo shirt painted over delicious muscles. At a glance Lee took him to be around two hundred and fifty pounds. He had bulging pecs and biceps and was definitely in his bulking phase as there weren’t too many veins-a-popping. “Nice to meet you John,” said Sam, lusting for the hunk. Lee got some plates for the pizza and fries. He indicated that Sam would take the other chair. Lee was content to stand. And so the impromptu threesome began to chow down. It so happened that Lee, never one for having a big appetite, managed just one slice of pizza and some fries. Sam managed three slices, whilst John finished off the rest of the food with gusto. He let out a long, loud belch of satisfaction and then patted his cobblestone belly. “This will count as my cheat meal for the week,” he decided. What he said next startled Sam who at this point had put his crop-top back on. Lee was content to stay shirtless in his trashy EBF thong shorts. John didn’t seem to mind. “You’ve got a decent bit of muscle on you, Sam. It looks good. How much do you bench? Those tits didn’t come from nowhere.” It was then Sam realised that somehow his body had changed. But how was that possible? “Um… huh?” Sam couldn’t respond properly at first. But Lee responded on his behalf. “Fuck, Sam… you… you’ve grown some muscle. Buh-but how?” Sure enough, beneath the crop top the beginning of abs and cum-gutters could now be seen. His waist seemed definitely trimmer. A couple of veins snaked around his forearms and small balls formed – where before his biceps were under a blanket of dough – as he bent and moved his arms. His crop-top tented out a little, caused by a chest that was definitely firmer and projected outward more than before. His jeans felt looser, and the cut-off ends were no longer just above his knees, rather an inch or so higher up his thighs than before. John seemed intrigued by Sam’s and Lee’s reactions. “Maybe it’s the smell… from the shirt. I wore the shirt. We rolled around on the bed in its muscle-musk. Could that be the reason this happened?” Sam removed his crop-top and went over to the mirror. He checked himself out in detail and couldn’t believe his eyes. His BMI had significantly lowered. He still had some fat, but not as much as before. He bounced his new pecs and squealed in delight. “But I got covered in that musk as well, so how come I’m as skinny as ever?” Lee seemed disappointed. Sure, he loved being a skinny twink with a big cock, and he’d failed to make bodybuilding a lifestyle in the past, but he wouldn’t have turned his nose up at some spontaneous “muscle-growth-without-effort”. What had happened to Sam was nothing short of a miracle. Wait, something felt different. Pressure had formed inside Lee’s slut-jeans-thong, of a kind he’d never felt so strongly before. The front of the shorts bulged obscenely, gaps appearing between the button-fly and tufts of pubic hair poking through. He ran half-panicking, half-excitedly to the bathroom and slammed the door. Sam looked at John and neither spoke. After a few seconds of silence: “FUCK!!!!” “What is it, Lee? Are you okay?” Sam checked out his lats in the mirror. They were small, but definitely there. He groped and twisted his body into all sorts of poses, trying to make his new muscles pop. Lee came back out into the living area, this time he was completely nude. His boner was at full mast, and… what a boner it was. It had to be at least a foot long. It seemed a little thicker to Sam than when he had it down his throat and up his arse earlier. “Um…er… Sam… go to the knife drawer and take out my ruler. I need to confirm this,” said Lee, excitedly, shaking a long, slender finger in the direction of the knife drawer by the sink. Even John the bodybuilder seemed impressed by the size of the twink’s schlong. The gym he currently attended had some gay exhibitionists in it, and they’d often get so horny after workouts, they’d be showing off their jewels in the shower and locker room as much as their muscle gains. He was used to that sort of thing. Sam rummaged for the ruler and gave it to Lee. Being so lean there were no mammoth pectorals obscuring his gaze as he looked down at the massive penis attached to so much trimness. He set the ruler along one side of his dick and was dumbstruck that it was shorter than the rigid shaft by at least three quarters of an inch. The dick had gained almost three inches in length. He gripped it in his hand and knew straight away that it had also thickened. Where he’d had a considerably above-average cock earlier, he now boasted a monster dick that would make a lot of porn stars sick with envy. “I’m fuckin’ huge,” he almost screamed. “Whatever you guys are on, I need the number of your supplier,” said John, completely into what was going on in the flat. What had started out as a shitty evening for him, had definitely become something that more than piqued his interest. He hadn’t been completely honest with Lee and Sam. Yes, his brother was down three delivery guys that evening, but John was working for him to help pay off a loan he owed him. John had fallen on hard times in his journey to become a huge bodybuilder, bigger than Umberto Morelli, having spent that loan on as many “get big as quickly as possible” methods in order to fuel and expedite his chosen lifestyle. He was unquestionably a bodybuilder to look at, but he seldom showed off his muscles because his chest, shoulders and back were covered in acne from the steroids. He also found it hard to get an erection, so any HGH and testosterone shots he could get via the black market was why he owed his brother close to ten grand. These two supermarket clerks seemed to have stumbled upon a muscle and cock growth miracle. And he wanted in. “We’re not entirely sure how this happened, John,” said Sam, now also nude in order to see if he’d had any growth elsewhere. Sure enough: “My dick’s bigger, too. I used to be seven inches hard, but I think I gained at least another inch.” The ruler confirmed he was now exactly eight inches with a rock-hard boner. His balls felt heavier, too. “Could it have anything to do with the muscle-cum-stink in here? I’ve delivered pizza to hundreds of addresses. I’ve delivered to other bodybuilders wanting their cheat meals after heavy workout sessions, and they answer the door wearing very little cuz they just had sex with their girlfriends or whatever, and never once have I smelt a scent like this, not even from other bodybuilders. So I’ll ask again… what shit are you two on?” Lee and Sam didn’t take kindly to John’s sudden change of mood (most likely a result of too much juicing). “We’re not on anything. Honest.” Lee was nervous now, as was Sam. John was a lot bigger and stronger than they were, and he was becoming aggressive. “I don’t fuckin’ believe you,” John snarled. And to emphasise his rising impatience, he picked up one of the kitchen chairs like it weighed nothing, and threw it across the room. It missed Sam by inches, and smashed into many pieces when it struck the wall over the headboard of Lee’s bed. Both Sam and Lee cringed in fright, losing their boners and fearing for their safety. Would they have time to make it to the fire escape? They’d never get past John to get to the front door. He had them trapped. John made a lunge for Lee, but he managed to jump onto the bed and then off again to get close to Sam near the wardrobe. The boys now held onto each other for dear life. John’s forward momentum caused him to land face down on the bed. He rolled sideways and landed on the floor with a loud grunt and heavy thud. He was momentarily dazed, giving the boys a chance to make it to the fire escape. Lee opened the window and clambered out first, intending to lend assistance to the bulkier, shorter Sam in case he had trouble getting out through the window. They hoped John was too bulky to pursue. But he didn’t follow them. What was going on? Had he cracked his head open when he rolled on to the floor? “Fuck, this is shit. We should never have ordered pizza,” said Lee as they cowered outside on the fire escape. Thank heavens it wasn’t winter time or they’d be freezing right now. Still, they trembled in fear, not knowing what would happen next. Then, after the longest, quietest minute in their lives: “Thanks guys. I think I found what I'm looking for. See ya around,” said John, his short-lived tantrum abated. They heard the front door slam. But they stayed out on the fire escape a little longer. They said nothing for about a minute. Sam bravely stuck his head through the window to make sure John had left. “He’s gone, I’m sure of it. We can go back inside now.” The boys got back inside and didn’t say much, as they were still a little shocked by how such an amazing day had been soiled by John’s behaviour. Sam set about clearing bits of broken chair off the bed. Finally, in order to break the awkward silence: “My granny has fold-up lawn chairs in her garage. I’ll bring one over tomorrow to replace this.” “Thanks,” Lee croaked. He decided to help Sam clear up the broken chair. Afterward the boys held each other close in bed. They played with each other’s changed anatomies for a little while, but neither were in the mood to do much. “Do you notice something different about the flat?” Sam asked, as Lee caressed his beginner pecs with something short of lusty enthusiasm. His nipples sat firmly on each delicious mound, bigger and more succulent than before. “Yeah, Umberto’s muscle-stink… can’t smell it so much any more. We were covered in the musk when we had all that sex earlier.” Lee pulled some duvet up to his nose and inhaled deeply. The smell was still there, but weakened compared to earlier. “That’s what must have made us grow. You wanted a bigger dick, and I wanted to be a huge bodybuilder. Our lust must have made our wishes come true, fuelled entirely by the shirt of a giant bodybuilder.” The boys looked at one another, their eyes blazing wide. “THE SHIRT!!!” They both cried in unison. They leapt out of bed and started a frantic search for the shirt. They couldn’t find it anywhere. “John must have found the shirt when he fell off the bed, and realised it has special properties. That’s what he meant when he said he’d found what he was looking for.” Sam’s “Eureka” moment was soon dragged down by a sinister undertow. “Well I had the shirt on, and much of my fat melted away to be replaced by at least ten to fifteen pounds of muscle. Do you have a scale here? I’d like to weigh myself,” Sam asked. “In the bathroom beside the toilet. I never use it. Don’t need to. It was here when I moved in,” Lee explained. Sam went to the bathroom, leaving the door open as he stepped on the scale. “One fifty three, down from one sixty eight last time I weighed myself. I definitely lost weight since this morning, but I’ve gained muscle. That’s impossible to achieve naturally in such a short span of time.” “As is me adding almost three inches to my erect penis. And if the shirt gave you muscles, and then I got a bigger dick from fucking you, maybe there is something of a chemical nature to the muscle-stink from the shirt, that could cause John to also transform himself.” Lee grew worried. Neither of them wanted a cunt like John to get any bigger by interacting with the shirt. “We need to get the shirt back, Lee,” said Sam. He had hoped he’d get to wear the shirt again – or at least sniff it – and grow his muscles even bigger. “I have an idea. But we’ll need help to ensure it goes smoothly.” Lee gave Sam an encouraging peck on the lips. The boys got dressed. It was approaching eleven o’ clock at night. Lee took Sam outside and gazed across an almost deserted Bridge Street road and to the warehouse apartment on the other side. With the upper front facing mostly glass, the apartment would get a lot of light during the day. And the boys were in luck. There were lights on inside, which meant one thing: “Umberto’s home,” said Lee with a reassuring smile. PART 3 Umberto scarcely had time to unpack, as he’d only just moved into his apartment the previous day. The former warehouse had been converted into a capacious dwelling, with plenty of living space, as well as storage space in the loft, and an open plan layout which meant his living space and personal gym would pretty much meld into one. Should he require help if he needed it, a few pec bounces, lat spreads, and double bis would easily have the local young men running towards him, heavy with lust for the massive muscle god. He loved bodybuilding. He loved living the life of a bodybuilding muscle-god. He loved to show off his muscles, and in turn have his muscles worshipped by as many guys as he could interact with and still do all the other things you needed to do just to get from one day to the next. Keith Doppler, who’d been buying groceries in Aldersons earlier that day, had decided to follow Umberto to see where he lived. From the second he laid eyes on the man-mountain, he was obsessed with him. He struggled to come to terms with his sexuality, even trying to live a bisexual lifestyle, so at least he could be into chicks as well as guys. But seeing Umberto Morelli for the first time, tipped the balance of his sexual preferences well and truly over the pink fence and into “Gayville” as a permanent resident. He behaved like a muscle-jock, even though he’d not played sports or worked out as much as he should have in several years. He still had more muscle than the average bloke, but he’d built a good bit of fat on top of the muscle. However, he still carried himself like an alpha jock if only to bolster his confidence and mask his insecurities. Umberto couldn’t have muscle-strutted into Aldersons at a more perfect moment. Seeing him altered something in Keith’s brain. He no longer wanted to be one who should be looked up to and envied for his physical prowess on and off the rugby field. He wanted Umberto all to himself, to serve him and worship him as a god. Umberto had walked the short distance home from Aldersons, basking in smug delight as he got so many stares from passers-by. His only clothing were, of course, his EBF denim cut-offs. He was huge, bigger than any bodybuilder the local townsfolk had ever seen in their lives. And he was only too willing to show off his gigantic muscles to the world. Being summer, it wasn’t quite dry enough for a hosepipe ban, and so Umberto beamed a conceited smile when he saw a hot teenager hosing down a Volkswagen Beetle in his driveway. The shirtless youth was dark-haired and really cute, if a little doughy around the middle. “Hey buddy, turn that hose my way. I need cooling off, and I’m dirty from my door-widening experience earlier,” he confidently hollered. The youth turned toward him and looked aghast with that “deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming vehicle” look that most people display when they see a massive bodybuilder. The youth’s shorts tented out instantly as his boner formed. But he was happy to oblige Umberto, and so turned the spray on the huge bodybuilder. “Heh heh, I can turn any guy gay just having them look at me,” he sniggered. He stood outside the youth’s driveway and did a full lat spread towards him. His muscle-bod heaved and hulked upwards and outwards and he pushed his pectorals up with such force, the bulbous, beefy shelves whacked off his chin. Thick striations – deep enough to lose half your fingers in – cracked across his chest. He sucked in his abdominals, making a deep and dark vacuum that made him look more enormous than ever. The cool water spray drenched his body, washing all of the dust off him. By now all of the lotion Lee had rubbed into him earlier had been completely absorbed, and so Umberto was pleased to be wet and glistening again. “That feels so good, kid,” said Umberto, doing a full turn so that he could flare out his back for the youth to faint at the sight of. Some distance away, Keith watched from behind a tree. He was in awe of Umberto. His boner throbbed uncomfortably in his boxers. “Bodybuilder, bodybuilding to be bodybuilt ‘cos he’s into bodybuilding his bodybuilder’s body,” Keith chanted as his lust intensified. Simply uttering the word “bodybuilding”, and its conjugations, was enough to get him turned on. He slipped one hand into his shorts, and tweaked one of his exposed nipples with the other. There weren’t many people around this time of the early evening, but he didn’t care. No one would even notice Keith and what he was doing with gigantic Umberto flexing magnificently just a few paces away. And so as Umberto enjoyed a free hose pipe shower, Keith continued to pleasure himself, his arousal intensifying with each incredible pose Umberto pulled his muscles into. That was when Keith lost his footing when one of his feet slipped off the pavement and onto the road. He lost his balance and fell flat, just as a stupid bitch texting on her phone – when she should have been watching her driving – bore down on Keith at speed and seemingly out of nowhere. Keith – suddenly realising what was happening – let out a scream that was a tad bit high-pitched for a buff dude in his mid-twenties and whose dad bod was gradually taking him over. Before dizzy-texting-bitch could slam on the brakes, the car came to a sudden stop, although the rear wheels were still turning at 45 miles per hour. Umberto, quick to react and save Keith’s life, held up the back of the car with one mighty arm. There was only a couple of inches between the front of the car and Keith’s head. It was all over in a flash, in which the driver of the car fainted with fright. Keith had also passed out, but not before seeing a huge, muscular shadow bear down upon him, after which there was just darkness and silence. When Keith came to he found himself indoors, lying on a couch which was surrounded by stacks of packing crates. He was surprised to find he was naked, although a thin sheet had been provided to him for the sake of modesty. The room reeked of the inside of a gym, only the musky odour was way more concentrated. He couldn’t help but inhale deeply. As he regained control of his senses, his surroundings came into sharper relief. Above him was an array of large windows and skylights arranged to let in lots of sunlight. He guessed it to be the apartment warehouse across the street from his flat complex. He wrapped the sheet around his waist as he gingerly got up off the couch. What was going on? Last thing he remembered he was starting to jerk off to the glorious sight of the most gorgeous and most muscular man he’d ever laid eyes on. The rest was a blur. Umberto walked up to him. He’d been in another room in his apartment. A friendly smile adorned his beautiful face, and his muscles rippled with every step he took toward Keith. He was out of his soaked EBFs now, and just wore red spandex knee-length shorts that laced up at the front. His junk was engorged hugely, making it impossible for him to lace them more than halfway up the crotch. His bulging thighs stretched the material to its limit, but it was his genitalia that almost burst it apart. “Welcome back to the waking world. Glad you don’t have a concussion. Well, you don’t seem to anyway,” said Umberto. In each hand he held a can of beer. He offered one to Keith, who took it appreciatively. “Whuh-what’s going on?” The sheet around Keith slipped away as his erection sprung from nowhere at the sight of the enormous bodybuilder. “You don’t remember what happened?” Umberto seemed somewhat surprised that Keith’s mind had blocked out the last hour. “I - I was falling… there was a car?” Keith shrugged his shoulders, unconcerned that he was naked in front of his saviour. “Good job I’m so fuckin’ strong, otherwise you’d be roadkill. I caught that car before it could run you over.” Umberto popped the tab of his beer and took a long swig. He popped up a bicep with the other and the mound of muscle bulged, huge and veined. “I guess I owe you my life. I don’t know how to thank you,” Keith said humbly. “Don’t worry about that. I don’t keep a tab on folks owing me shit. You’re just lucky I was nearby flexing my muscles and getting a free shower on this balmy evening.” Umberto crabbed into a most muscular pose and his body almost tore itself apart as he bulged with size and rock hard density. “This is the converted warehouse apartment on Bridge Street, yeah?” Umberto nodded, and then emptied his beer with another swig. “I live across the street, so I guess that’s lucky,” said Keith, grateful that he didn’t have far to get home, but he hoped he wouldn’t be leaving just yet. “Guess we’re neighbours then. I’m Umberto.” “Kuh-Keith,” said Keith, tentatively sipping his beer. “You have a nice body, Keith. You used to lift? I say ‘used’, ‘cos you look like you haven’t been hitting the weights lately. Once I’m all set up here I’ll have a gym you can use. I’ll leave out some little sissy weights for you. My weight, however… is stuff you could only dream of lifting.” Arrogance returning, Umberto flared into a lat spread that caused Keith’s cock to get even harder. “I played rugby back in college. I did a lot of weight-training but things haven’t been going too well for me lately. I work three jobs just to make the rent and pay off college loans from three years ago. I lost my job two weeks ago, so I’m sort of in the shits.” Keith almost shamefully bowed his head. He stared down at his erect six inches of aroused dick. “Hmm, it’s hard times we’re all living in. I do a lot of shit to make the rent and pay the bills. I’m supposed to be doing nude modelling this evening for a bunch of horny painters. I charge through the nose for my services. But fuck them, you need my intervention, Keith. Besides, I also do online muscle porn, but I charge a fucking fortune. If you set up my computer and cam for me, I’ll pump up with some free weights to get fucking huge for my audience. If you like you can oil me up and play with my muscles on cam. I’ll pay you for your time, of course.” Umberto moved closer to Keith and began to bounce his pecs. The globes of chest muscle were so huge and dense that flexing them actually caused a slight breeze to waft towards Keith’s face. “I… I’ve never been with a… man before,” Keith chewed his bottom lip, hoping it would stop quivering. “Heh heh, well I don’t really count, then. I’m not a man. I’m a god,” Umberto laughed and shot a double biceps pose that made Keith moan with lust and bring him to the verge of jizzing on the spot. A beeping sound from another room diverted both their attention. “Ah, your clothes should be dry now. You pissed yourself back when the car nearly hit you, so I took the liberty of washing your tank top and shorts. I admire a guy like you, who has a lifter's physique under a year or two of sedentary dough, but still manages to pull off a cut-off top and spandex shorts.” Umberto muscle-strutted off to fetch Keith his clothes. Keith just stood there, feeling like he was in the best dream of his life, but that he could wake up at any moment. Umberto came back less than two minutes later, and handed Keith his clothes. “Put them on, leave them off… I don’t mind either.” Then the god of utter and extreme muscular hypertrophy grinned impishly as an idea came to him. He’d thrown his wet EBFs into the dryer along with Keith’s clothes. They still stank of his muscle and testosterone musk, although some of it had passed into Keith’s clothes, hence diluting the stench somewhat. “Try on my sexy muscle slut shorts for size. They should be loose around your thighs and definitely you’ll have plenty of room in the crotch, but the waist might actually be a little tight on you, even though the waistband is missing. I’ve been customising the shit out of these. I wear them in the gym, out doing cardio shit, shopping etcetera. Kinda kinks me out to see them on other guys, no matter how bulked or average they are.” If Umberto had meant to offend Keith, then it was purely for sexy fun. Keith accepted the shorts from the bodybuilder as he felt his lust augmenting. He’d never been with a man before, much less play dressing up with a consenting other. But the shorts smelt nice, as nice as his own clothes the shorts had shared a dryer with. Keith wasn’t in any position to deny Umberto his fun, and so he stepped into the shorts and drew them up his legs and to his waist. They went up like a breeze and Keith was able to button up all but the top button. His abdominal lard wouldn’t allow a full buttoning, and it jiggled as he struggled to get the last one fastened. They were very loose around his thighs and in the crotch. Still though: “Not bad on you, Keith. Maybe the bodybuilding bug will bite you and you can grow and grow and grow. Maybe one day you could be as big as me,” Umberto boasted. He flared out his lats and rolled his deltoids forcing out more size and rock hard magnificence. “What’s with the buttons? You cut away the front panel that conceals them. Kinda interesting. Slutty, yes… very gay, though,” Keith said, regarding the button-fly in a “not sure if I like this” kind of way. “Actually, I didn’t do that part. That was Lee from the supermarket. We were in his manager’s office. I swallowed his cum as a thank you. Huge dick for a skinny bloke. He’s such boyfriend material though. Crazy huh?” Umberto played with his nipples, forcing them to swell to three times their size. “Lee Fordham? He’s my neighbour. I have the flat two floors above his,” said Keith, suddenly remembering that every time he saw his neighbour coming and going, Lee always wore exposed button-fly pants. Obviously Umberto had a kink for that as well. “Yeh, he’s such a hot young twink. I’m taking him out on a date tomorrow, just me and him.” Keith's heart sank. His skinny neighbour had all the luck. Then again, Keith was in Umberto’s apartment, so in that respect he’d gotten his foot in the door first. “Can I take these off now? I’d feel more comfortable in my own clothes when setting up your computer,” said Keith, hoping not to offend the gigantic muscle man. “Yeah, probably a good idea, Keith. Here, give them back to me so I can stink them up again during my workout before we make a porno together for my millions of online adoring fans,” Umberto said with a wink. Keith couldn’t believe his ears. Was Umberto’s intentions for Keith’s benefit? It seemed so. “I… I don’t know what to say. I’m not very experienced, um… what exactly will we be doing on cam?” “Anything you fucking like, sexy man,” beamed Umberto, before strutting over to his rack of weights to pump himself up. “GOTTA GET HUGE!!!!!” He roared, beating his pecs with his fists King Kong style. Keith almost blew a load there and then. “There’s a crate somewhere marked “Nerd Stuff”. Laptop and cam shit is in it.” Keith walked in amongst the crates. He eventually found the right crate on the other side of the spacious dwelling, on top of Umberto’s king size bed. Keith noticed cement blocks underneath the bed to reinforce it. The bodybuilder obviously intended to grow much bigger, so everything had to be reinforced. Over in the gym part of the apartment Umberto heaved and grunted as he got his pump on. There was a desk upon which to place the laptop. Also in the crate was a digicam with microphone and extendable tripod. But as Keith unpacked, he knocked the crate off the bed with the tripod and it tipped over, spewing packing foam nuggets across the floor. “Shit, could I be any clumsier today?” He bent down to pick up the nuggets. Something caught his eye. It was a small ziploc bag containing several greenish-white pills. His curiosity piqued, Keith opened the bag and immediately the strong smell of Umberto’s muscle-musk bodybuilder stink assaulted him. Thinking Umberto was onto him and came over to intervene, Keith looked over his shoulder and saw the giant over at his weights pumping up his muscles and encouraging himself with “Aww fuck yeah!s” in order to bolster more growth. “The smell is coming from the pills,” Keith said quietly. Never in his life had he come across pills that smelled so strongly of pure manliness to the level Umberto exuded. It occurred to him that maybe Umberto didn’t even know the pills had somehow gotten into the packing crate labelled “Nerd Stuff”. Unable to help himself, Keith sealed the bag and slipped it into his denim shorts. it was dishonest of him to do this, given that Umberto had saved his life earlier. But the compulsion was so strong. He put it down to the overwhelming effect being around Umberto was having on him. When the laptop and camera were set up, Keith gingerly approached Umberto to watch him lift and curl. He was curling 550 pounds with each dumbbell. He was glistening with sweat and there wasn’t a vein on his body that wasn’t popping to the point of rupturing. Keith’s eyes nearly came out on stalks. His chubby boner intensified and he felt his balls tingling as they swelled up. “These weights are getting so fucking light. I’m getting stronger by the day, it seems,” Umberto grunted, although realistically the grunting was just for show, as he could’ve lifted much heavier. But his new weights were on order and he’d have to wait a little longer. Lifting at Gridiron was also only for show. The heaviest weights and machine settings felt amateurish to him now. Still though, he did plenty of sets, and so this way maximised his workout as best he could. When he was done pumping his muscles, Umberto checked himself out in a large mirror he’d set up along one of the walls. Keith had to do a double-take when the bodybuilder made a double biceps pose and it seemed like his arms were swelling larger than ever. He changed to a side chest pose causing deep striations to Tsunami across his mega-plump pectorals. Most of his neck and a little of his chin was gobbled up by the heaving bust. His face was stony and emotionless for a moment, until he scowled and blasted a most muscular, squeezing as much blood and testosterone into his muscles as if by force of will alone. “GROW FUCKING GROW!!!!” he chanted. Keith groaned as his lust level shot up. His cock leapt around in his shorts. Umberto oozed more of his signature muscle-stink. Keith drew it in deeply and savoured it. It was like he was smoking a joint, only it felt way better. He briefly thought about the pills again. Could there be a connection? He thought about whenever he’d eat anything with garlic in it, he could smell it in his socks the next day. Now he was thinking about food, and he heard his stomach rumble. Umberto stopped posing, having heard Keith’s noisy churning insides. “Fuck, I never offered you something to eat. You must be starving. I’m starving as well. We can’t do porn on empty stomachs.” In the kitchen Umberto opened the huge American-style fridge. It mostly contained milk, eggs, leftover takeout, some cold fried chicken drumsticks, and several containers of protein shakes ranging from chocolate and vanilla to strawberry. He peeled the clingfilm away from the plate of chicken, and took a sniff. “Phew… we won’t be eating those, they’re off.” But the milk was good and there were plenty of eggs. He rummaged around a little and found some dried parmesan in a container at the back. “I’ll whip us up some omelettes. My Sicilian grandmother taught me a thing or two about Italian cooking. But first…” Umberto took out a container of protein shake and scarfed it down in one impressive gulp. He poured some into a glass for Keith, who was only too keen to accept it. Then Umberto opened a drawer and took out a small ziploc bag identical to the one Keith had found amongst the spilled polystyrene from the crate. He popped into his mouth what seemed to be the last greenish-white pill from the bag and washed it down with more protein shake. Almost immediately Umberto’s muscle-stink intensified to an eye-watering level. “Um… what was the pill, some kind of growth supplement?” Keith hoped he hadn’t crossed a line with Umberto that might set him off in a mood other than hospitable. “For my allergies, nothing more. I must order a refill,” Umberto seemed happy enough to explain. So he won’t miss the bag I swiped. Allergies my arse, Keith thought to himself. What happened next blew Keith Doppler’s mind. Umberto closed his eyes and started drawing in deep lungfuls of air. Keith had to rub his eyes against the now visible miasma of musk rippling out of Umberto’s skin like the heat haze from sun-scorched tarmac. Every muscle on his body started to ripple also, but not as though they were flexing into the forms they had been moulded to. This was more. This was growth. Spontaneous, mind-blowing muscle-growth. Umberto grew bigger right before Keith’s astonished eyes. His naturally golden bronze skin flared red as every blood vessel was flooded with a hypertrophic elixir that caused every muscle to inflate larger than before. But how could his muscles get any larger when there was little room left for them to grow and expand? They already hulked out of every inch of his titanic frame. How could they get bigger? All reason relative to this left Keith’s mind as his lust for muscle-growth in bodybuilders underwent its own growth. Umberto’s upper body bulged obscenely with extra muscle mass, specifically his already massive pecs just ballooned more and more massively. They inched out further than before, wider, becoming more deeply lined and striated. The upper pecs surged upward, gorging on the little free space Umberto had between them and his granite jawline. He smirked a manly smirk of utmost satisfaction and his eyes appeared to be glazed over, as if the transformation had him enthralled by its initiation. Keith was rock hard, now, and so he had to release his manhood. Being a hefty lad himself, at 220+ pounds and standing six feet two inches, he was still tiny compared to Umberto, but his erection didn’t go very far for him. He wished constantly for a massive penis, but had to make the most of what he had. Still, he’d not had a wank since the previous evening, so there was quite a build-up of jizz in his gonads. He began rubbing his dick, feeling the moist precum already lubricating his glans. Umberto’s pecs blossomed hugely, impossible to tell how many extra inches they were adding to his chest. Like the pecs they depended from, his juicy nipples gobbled up the growth energy surging through him, and they grew to three times their size. Incredibly the nipple rings couldn’t deal with the pressure of expanding muscle nubs, and so they simply snapped apart, sending small pieces of gold flying. One piece hit Keith’s cheek, but he barely noticed as his lust rose feverishly. “AW FUCK!!! I’M GETTING HUGE! HUUUUGE!!” Umberto felt his traps expanding, hulking upwards to the point where they actually pushed against his earlobes. Veins erupted all over them, cracking across his shoulders which got wider and wider. His deltoids fumed with mass, rippling and rolling into segmented globes of extreme masculinity. His lats widened further, the delta spread pushing out his arms which fought against the onslaught by bulging more thickly than before. His biceps grew savagely, swelling larger than his head, but still they had to get bigger. Massive horseshoes erupted from the backs of his arms, as his triceps, too, underwent a mammoth transformation. His forearms thickened considerably, pushing out bigger, thicker, and more abundant snaking veins that throbbed with unnatural, godly energy. His waist, in contrast, grew a little narrower as his abdominal brickwork shifted and compacted, expanding, however with size and definition whilst simultaneously tightening up and shaving a whole inch off his waistline. His intercostals burst out further, deepening into fish-scale knots of extremely hard muscle tissue. His shoulder-to-waist ratio increased to an astonishingly beautiful level. He pushed out a full last spread and the lats flared so huge that there was no free space between the lats and his arms, turning his upper body into one huge wall of still-expanding muscle. He was able to heave his pecs up even higher, and he needed to bend his head backwards at his sinewy tree trunk neck to give them room to grow. From Keith’s viewpoint, he could now only see the tip of Umberto’s nose over the titanic horizon of those gorgeous, guzzling globes. Downstairs there was also growth, with Umberto’s hulking junk expanding in size, length and girth, gaining ponderous mass and weight. His balls grew to the size of cantaloupes, and his member thickened and lengthened, flaring red and then purple as the partly laced-up shorts couldn’t bear the strain. From behind, his gluteus muscles thickened, pushed out further, and widened, adding even greater distress to the spandex that struggled to contain all this extra flesh. But they couldn’t. The shorts tore apart, the laces at the front snapped, and several pounds of man junk spilled outward and upward. Umberto was so engrossed in this experience that his boner went instantly rock hard, his dick slamming into his abs wall with a mighty thump. His quads and hamstrings also thickened, with new tissue forming between his muscle fibres, forcing them apart, and allowing extra muscle tissue to form. Likewise, below his knees, his calves thickened and widened, splattered with cuts and veins. He flexed them and they grew to the size of bowling balls. He turned around, knowing Keith would want to see his transformation from behind. His V-taper from behind looked even more spectacular, and Umberto struggled to get his two fists into the proper positions on either side of his waist so that he could belt out the biggest lat spread he’d ever performed. He would have to grow used to overcoming any restrictions of movement affected by his now bigger muscles. But hey, it was all about tasting the sour and the sweet, right? His traps from the back bulged hugely, forming pec-like structures of their own, and making his neck seem to disappear altogether. As he unknotted his muscles by fanning out his back, the spread was insanely enormous. It would be difficult for him to get through a lot of doors from this point forward. With the spandex shorts finally exploding away from him, Umberto was completely nude. He tensed his arse muscles against each other, and deep cuts cracked and rippled across them. He brought up his arms in a double biceps and titanic peaks pushed upward, higher than his fists. At this point Keith lost it, and he shot a sizable gobbet of spunk with enough force to splatter Umberto’s butt. Some of it went in between the hyper-muscled cheeks, moistening the entrance to his hole. “Uunnghhhh,” Keith was in the throes of orgasm, his entire body shuddering with the effort. His growth now slowing considerably, Umberto turned around again to face his guest and hoped to squeeze a little more growth out of his muscles before the transformation ended. He growled and screamed and ordered his body to flex into the biggest most muscular of his life. A couple more inches burst out of his biceps, actually denting deeply into the sides of his pecs, and they, in turn, bulged more outwardly, forced to do so by the amazing pressure the pose applied to them. Many more pounds of muscle bulged out of him, but soon halted altogether. With the breath almost gone from him, Umberto paused to catch it once more. His body glistened with sweat from the effort of holding in his jizz during the metamorphosis, which only he knew at this point was what helped him to attain more growth. Releasing too soon, and the growth process would be less dynamic, resulting in less growth. But he’d had these growth spurts several times now, and he’d learned to execute great control over his libido. He closed his eyes, seeming to meditate for a couple of minutes. Then he relaxed his muscles (although they still looked insanely pumped even when he wasn’t flexing). A serene composure now replaced his previous enragement and cocky demeanour. Silence pervaded. Keith with his shorts down around his ankles, stood looking at Umberto, his six-incher refusing to go back to a flaccid state. “Whuh-what just happened? You… you’re HUGE!!!!” Keith’s question and exclamation came out as a series of gasps. The orgasm caused by watching a gigantic bodybuilder grow even larger left him spent. But muscle-growth is not meant to happen this way. Keith thought about the pills he’d swiped. They were in his shorts pocket. He stooped to pull back up the pants. Umberto immediately went to the fridge to get another protein shake. He decided Keith deserved an explanation. He’d never grown to a spectator present before, not even on cam or during his modelling work for the artists. “About six months ago, I didn’t look like this.” Umberto paused to drink the rest of the shake. He chose his next words carefully. “I had a physique quite similar to yours, only… with less muscle mass under the fat than what you have.” He paused again, this time to let Keith process what he was hearing. Keith began to shake his head in order to punctuate his sheer disbelief. “You did all this in just six months? And just now, right in front of me you look like you added another hundred pounds, maybe more. This happened right after you swallowed your so-called ‘allergy’ pill.” “A hundred pounds? Hmm, feels like more. Let me look at myself in the mirror.” Umberto muscle-waddled across the apartment to his gym area, finding his gait somewhat awkward as his even thicker thighs rolled and jostled against each other in an effort to propel him. When he saw his reflection in the mirror: “Dayum! Looks like a lot more than a hundred pounds this time.” He made a full lat spread and two huge globes of pec meat ballooned and bulged obscenely. His entire upper body bulged hugely. It was actually difficult for him to fully take in his size holding this pose because of having to bend his head back at the neck every time in order to give his pecs enough room. “Jeezus H, I’m enormous. Truly fucking HUGE!” Keith stood next to him and both gazed in awe at their reflections. Umberto was three inches taller than Keith, but he now probably outweighed him by a good five hundred pounds, maybe more. The contrast between their physiques was staggering. “How is this possible?” Keith was stuck for something further to say. Even though he’d shot a big load, his dick was getting aroused once again. It was impossible to stay flaccid when in the company of a muscle god. “I work lots of jobs. My body gets me a lot of attention. It started six months ago when I had a growth spurt overnight. The day before my eighteenth birthday. I sup—” “Wait, you’re only EIGHTEEN?” Keith interjected, convinced Umberto was at least in his late twenties. He was so huge and masculine, his goatee perfectly sculpted, still young-looking facially, but he looked nothing like a teenager. “Well, eighteen and a half now, I suppose. I know, I look a lot older, but in a good way, of course. It’s my condition.” Umberto bounced his pecs and appeared in awe of their extra weight. It was a chore to get his hands up to caress them, due to his new, larger biceps pushing against his even heftier forearms. Simply bringing his hand up to attempt this caused biceps, pecs, and forearms to collide. It was an amazing feeling, as though the muscles might force each other to explode at any moment. “Wonder what happened to my nipple rings. I’ll have to look around for them. Probably need bigger, stronger ones now though.” Then Keith remembered they were destroyed, pushed apart by burgeoning nipples hungry to get longer, thicker, and more succulent. He felt the mark where the piece of gold had struck his face. Thankfully no blood had been drawn. “Your condition? You mean, your allergy?” “I was born with metazeniosis. It’s a man-made condition. My father took part in a hush hush military experiment over twenty years ago, but it was deemed a failure. Being Italian he was selected from about fifty candidates. There needed to be a lot of genetic diversity in the candidates, and so young, fit men were selected from all over the world. “But the experiment failed. It was meant to make the men into supermen, a new breed of soldier with physical enhancements beyond what nature could provide. But it didn't work. The test subjects didn’t respond to the treatments. All research on the project was destroyed, and records erased. The only knowledge remaining was in the mind of the lead scientist, Cyrus Redfern, who years later – or rather because of what happened later – was forced to further his research, this time without any ties to the military. “Not all of the candidates went on to father children, but over half did. I was one of the children born with the enhancements denied my father and his generation. The metazenic chromosomes I was born with should have kick started my muscle-growth from the onset of puberty. I was something of a late bloomer. The ones that this happened to at the right time were at the beginning of puberty, and so their growth was greatly helped along by so much growth hormone coursing through their veins. This helped them get huge from an earlier age, and to grow a lot taller, too.” Umberto now carried himself with a calm demeanour. He could think more clearly when not cocky and self-obsessed. It appeared that Umberto had a reserved side to him, in stark contrast to the alpha male arrogance he displayed when showing off his muscles, pumping the weights, and achieving spontaneous growth spurts. He continued: “We’re all pretty tall in my family. My dad is about the same height as you. I was six one when the first growth spurt happened, but I guess at eighteen, puberty had pretty much finished doing a number on me, although I did gain about four inches in height. But I haven’t grown any taller since.” Umberto went quiet to allow Keith to keep up with his amazing revelation. He had planned to tell all this to Lee over dinner tomorrow, but Keith reminded him a lot of himself before the muscle-growth. It seemed fate had intervened, coaxing him to reveal his big secret to another. “So there are others like you, all around the world?” It was the most incredible thing to observe Umberto’s ability, and even more incredible to learn how it came to be. He thought again about the pills. If Umberto was born with this condition, then what did the pills do? “Yep, about forty or so, as some of them will not have entered puberty yet. Not all of our dads fathered kids at the same time. I’m the only one in this country though, although I spent some of my younger years growing up in Turin. But bodybuilders here are getting bigger over time anyway. More and more crazy shit, like HGH boosters, and myostatin blockers, are circulating under counters and on the web. It’s a dangerous journey for a bodybuilder to take, but the desire to grow often overtakes the risks. “I won’t bore you with too many details. The rest is kinda boring. The lead scientist came into a fortune and used it to further his research into the condition, even enhancing it to make men bodybuild to even greater sizes with and without effort. I prefer a mixture of both. In order to track us down, the Redfern Institute now running the program set up special gyms all over the world to attract the biggest, most muscular bodybuilders on the planet. A bit controversial, in that you have to be at least two eighty in weight to get accepted as a member. “Of course, metazenic bodybuilders such as myself were attracted to these places like moths to UV lamps. You have one right here in town.” “Gridiron,” Keith again interjected, wishing that one day he could be big enough to lift there. “Yeah,” Umberto nodded, “It’s a bit controversial ‘cos it can be seen as discriminatory, I guess. Originally the membership minimum weight requirement was four hundred pounds, but they gradually lowered it, giving ordinary bodybuilders the chance to get big enough to join.” “Sounds like a smokescreen to something sinister,” Keith offered as commentary. “It’s not sinister at all. Just a company trying to right the wrongs of its past. We’re no longer being created to fight on battlefields. Our muscle-growth has tremendous medical applications. The institute is looking into eradicating many diseases, like muscular dystrophy and other wasting conditions.” Keith nodded in favour of such terrible diseases finally getting cured. But he had a myriad of questions he wanted answers to. They all swirled around in his head, giving him a mild headache. “So what’s your allergy that has you taking pills, which you seem to have run out of?” Keith thought about pretending to find a pill on the floor and offering it to Umberto, to see if it would trigger further muscle-growth. “Well, it’s not an allergy in the truest sense of the word. But they help maintain a certain balance when I grow. All the other metazenic bodybuilders continue to grow taller as they gain muscle mass. It means that they maintain the same proportions as regular bodybuilders, just that they look larger. There are a few that have even exceeded eight feet in height, but their muscle mass is proportionate to, say, a super-heavyweight Mister Olympia contestant. “But I don’t grow taller. So the pills were specially developed to help regulate the growth process so I don’t fill out in the wrong places as my muscles continue to grow. Without them I could end up being wider than I am tall, and I’d probably be unable to move.” “So what triggered the growth spurt after you popped the pill?” “I felt it coming on. They can happen sometimes if my testosterone levels get too high. Also by swallowing other men’s cum. It kinda mixes with my own and can trigger a growth spurt. They mostly happen after a workout and when I’m sleeping, but I guess this one was a mixture of a couple of things. I shot a huge load in the showers over at Gridiron earlier, then later swallowed Lee’s load. The Redfern Institute believes I can sometimes trigger muscle-growth just by thinking about it. I dunno,” Umberto shrugged. His delts and traps heaved with size and power. “Plus I kinda like having you here watching me pump up, ‘cos I sense how you envy my body and would kill to have one like mine.” “Wow, I – I don’t know what to say, Umberto. Was I that obvious?” “Heh, you can see in your eyes your lust for muscle is so strong. I always dreamed of being a bodybuilder, ever since I was a kid. I guess my enhanced genetics gave me that longing from early on. I started lifting weights at fourteen, hoping it would trigger puberty, but I’d usually drop the weights after a few dismal minutes, in favour of my game controller. So I was something of a doughboy myself.” Umberto leaned forward to playfully pat Keith’s spongy gut, causing the smaller man to reflexively step back a little. “Sorry, I er… wasn’t expecting you to do that, Umberto,” Keith said, sheepishly. “It’s okay, as you can see, I’m calmer now. After a growth spurt as great as this one, I usually leave the alpha male cockiness behind for a while, although it can come back at any time. It’s just… my muscles get me so aroused. Then it kicks in again.” Umberto resolved to learn better self-control from now on. Keith needed to know more: “About the pills; when you swallowed that last one your body started giving off a haze, like sweat evaporating quickly. And the smell of it was sensational. Your muscle musk is beyond intoxicating.” Keith had gotten the same smell from the bag of pills he’d found when he spilled the packing crate earlier. Was Umberto even aware of this? How could he know the pills gave off the same reek as he did if he was constantly producing it himself? “Yeah, it drives most men crazy, heh heh. Doesn’t affect women though, but I’m gay anyway, so I really couldn’t give a fuck about women. I don’t have any female friends. I have two sisters though, both back in Italy. They’re nurses. We get on okay. I’ve always been open to them about my growth. They know it’s not my fault.” Umberto made his pectorals dance for fun. He loved how much heavier they felt as they hung over his impressive eight-pack, casting crescent shadows over the top four bricks. “So the pills, in a way, do enhance your growth. Would they work on a man who doesn’t have your ability?” Keith was dying to know this. Would the pills work on him? Could they give him the body of his dreams? “Um… maybe, a little. I dunno really. I’m not au fait with much of the science behind it. I did see Redfern do a trial on them a couple of months ago. I go there once a month for check-ups to make sure there are no abnormalities with my growth, and/or negative reactions to the meds. “But with regard to the trial, the results were hardly anything better than a steroid cycle. Some men grew about ten pounds of muscle and also lost body fat in the space of a few days. But the pills aren’t meant to be taken altogether by men that were born normal. You need to only take one every seven days. I have to take one every night, in case I have an uncontrollable growth spurt in my sleep and wake up wider than my bed. I can also take one when I feel a growth spurt coming on just like the one I took in front of you. Which reminds me, I need to get more pills couriered over from the Institute a.s.a.p. I thought I had another bag of them, but they got lost in the move.” Umberto half-strutted, half-waddled, over to his phone to speed-dial The Redfern Institute. Keith tried to hide his excitement. So the pills COULD make him grow muscle. If he was careful not to overdo it, he could finally increase his lean muscle mass as well as burn off his stubborn reserves of fat. Umberto believed the bag to be lost, so he wouldn’t miss them. Keith thought about popping one right now. But he decided to wait until he was home by himself in his flat. Besides, wasn’t there gonna be some porn later? He’d lost all track of time. He looked up at the skylight windows. Dusk approached, as the sun worked its way to the west and was beginning to set. It had been a day Keith wouldn’t soon forget, if ever. As for the evening, well… *** John the bodybuilder stood in front of his full-length mirror fixed to the back of his bathroom door. Like the rest of his shitty apartment the bathroom was dingy and even foul in places. He wasn’t big on cleaning, and really only slept there when he wasn’t working or going to the gym, which suited the cockroaches perfectly. He was completely naked so that he could survey what hard work and too much juicing had done to his body. He still looked good, or so he thought. Women still “digged” him, and he had no problem getting all the pussy he needed. The problem was, thanks to steroid abuse, he needed help ‘getting it up’. Thirty years old and needing Viagra. What a joke his life had become. He was massively in debt, working for his cunt brother, and to top it off, his acne was spreading as fast as his testicles were shrinking. His pecs had developed gynecomastia, and that bothered him even more. He reached for the tattered remnant of Umberto Morelli’s shirt and inhaled its musky odour. He snorted the shirt like he sometimes snorted coke. The odour worked its way into his system, the effect of which actually made his eyes water. How could a garment hold such a strong smell? He’d heard of Umberto Morelli, but never met him or saw him in the flesh. There were plenty of pics of him on the internet, though, but 99 percent of the comments they got were from sceptics who believed the pics to be morphed. But the shirt told a story to John via his senses, and so he smelt it again and again. It was intoxicating. It was the smell of a bodybuilder, possibly the most densely muscled bodybuilder to ever exist. It was the smell of lifting hundreds of pounds of weight thousands of times; it exuded the essence of a man determined to grow bigger and bigger. His sweat screamed of this desire. His musk radiated determination at its most masculine. His testosterone quadrupled the strength of the man-stink. And it also reeked of his spunk, and, most likely, that of other Gridiron members. Lesser bodybuilders compared to Umberto, but still huge men in their own right if John were to compare himself to them. How many of these demi-gods had splashed the shirt with their own essences as they whacked off uncontrollably to the beat of Umberto Morelli pumping himself up in their gym? How much of their own sweat had rubbed off on the shirt whenever the god brushed past them as he moved about the gym on his insatiable journey of growth and power? Every day Umberto would pump up larger and stronger as he broke his records from the previous day surrounded by awestruck muscle-men who could only dream of even reaching half the size of the monster muscle-god. The shirt told all of this to John through touch and smell alone. It had transcended the mundane, no longer a piece of sweat-sodden fabric to be discarded and forgotten. It was a tapestry of power at its most primal and unsophisticated. It could absorb freakish, bodybuilding masculinity as readily as it could exude it. In this way it almost felt like it had a lifeforce of its own. The smell overwhelmed John, and so he feverishly rubbed the shirt across his chest. For the first time in ages, his dick started hardening without the need of medication. He grew more excited as his arousal intensified. John kept rubbing the shirt harder and harder into his chest until the acne pimples mottling his pecs began to ooze. He didn’t care; he was so turned on now. He continued to salve himself with the shirt using his left hand. He used his right hand to masturbate, something he hadn’t done since the steroids determined he couldn’t without a lot of help. He thought about being the biggest and strongest bodybuilder ever to exist, and this only made his arousal much greater. Before he could stop himself, he messed up all over his abs as he shot a torrent of jizz out of his hitherto near-stagnant prick. The air in the room was now saturated with Umberto’s muscle-musk, making it hard to breathe. The wank had winded him, and so John reached for his asthma inhaler, something he’d been using since childhood. It was after midnight when he got into bed, and it didn’t take long for him to settle. He was soon asleep, the chequered remains of a blue, navy and white shirt lying across his imperfect pecs.
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  33. “Trevor, he is coming.” Spoken simply, plainly. No emotion in his voice. “How long do we have, D?” Trevor couldn’t stop his voice from shaking slightly. There were still too many unanswered questions about the djinn world and now, there were only two brothers remaining - and in a race to fill the measure of their creation. “Maybe a week in your time, maybe less. He cannot find me directly. That is not possible with our kind - and that has allowed us to exist for thousands of years. But, he can sense me as I can sense him. He will start looking now. I can feel his anger and pain. He is Vengeance and Hatred made into a djinn. His Bound must be feeding his well with immeasurable greed, rage, and fury. If he ascends and becomes an unbound god, no longer tethered to law and regulation, the universe will quake at his unfathomable need to destroy. It is his nature” Trevor looked into Dantalion’s eyes, grabbed his hand, and simply and calmly stated, “We can do a lot in a week, D.” A small genuine smile broke over his face and he patted D’s hand like a protective father would a small child to give them support and comfort. “Let’s get to the hotel and get settled. No need to go home if we have a few days to enjoy.” The mood had shifted and Dandelion seemed to recede a bit into his own thoughts. Passion was replaced with introspection. The need to cum was replaced by pregnant silence. They continued down the highway in the Jeep, quiet now, emotions still running high. Trevor felt protective. He would do anything for Dantalion now and he felt that D would similarly try to protect him with all the power in his being. But that would not be enough if Bael ascended. Nothing would be enough. They arrived at the hotel, parking the Jeep. “How about some new clothes, D? And probably should get back to our natural size. Right?” The clothes they left Seattle wearing had been shredded by the waves of growth and body modification over the course of the past couple of hours. As soon as he said it, Trevor and Dandelion had new t-shirts, jeans, and shoes, with Dandelion’s being extremely snug on his powerful body. He knew that Trevor enjoyed when he showed off his thick hard musculature and took great pride in this. Regardless of knowing of Bael’s hunt to find them, he had not changed his devotion and passion for Trevor. No, that was permanent and getting stronger by the second. They walked into the foyer of the hotel, Trevor leading the way. Then after getting the room key card, they entered the elevator and went to the fourth floor. Trevor grabbed D’s hand and held it, fingers intertwined. Trevor didn’t know exactly how he was feeling, but he did know that it was time to show Dantalion how he felt, how much he already cared for the deity that had come into his life. Standing in the middle of the hotel room, Trevor approached Dantalion with a tentative but loving look in his eyes. He wrapped his arms around Dantalion’s thick body and pressed himself into the solid masses of D’s pecs. He laid his head on D’s shoulder and just kept breathing. “I have my arms wrapped around you, D. Wrap yours around mine and let’s just hold each other for a few minutes. Pay attention to how you feel, physically and internally. Just breathe with me.” The. Djinn put his god arms around Trevor and similarly laid his head on Trevor’s shoulder. He felt that pressure in his chest again, a pleasant tightness. Unusual. Interestingly, he, the djinn, felt safe and protected. He felt … was it love? Is this what love feels like? After a few minutes, Trevor broke the embrace with his right arm. He slipped his hand under D’s tight white V-neck t-shirt and placed his hand on brick abs, stroking them slowly. Softly. A low rumble escaped Dantalion’s throat. Almost a purr, really. Trevor still had his left arm around D’s upper body as his hand traced the veins on the surface of D’s abs. “Keep breathing D. I can feel your heartbeat matching mine.” The djinn shuddered slightly as Trevor’s hand moved up to his vast left pec. It was so hard. Pure masculinity. Pure power. Trevor’s fingers danced across the surface, running his fingers along the grooves of D’s striations and then flitting them in the deep tight cavern between his gloriously broad and thick chest. The djinn let out a soft moan. Trevor removed his other arm from around D’s back and placed it under the bottom hem of D’s t-shirt. “Lift your arms up.” The djinn god raised his arms up and Trevor slid the tight shirt up over D’s head. “There. That’s better.” He discarded the shirt onto the floor. Trevor’s right hand wrapped about D’s waist, finding the top of the djinn’s world-class perfect ass, he slipped his hand into the back of D’s pants, rubbing his middle finger down the finest crack in the world. His left hand ran up D’s right pec, and wrapped around his neck. He leaned in, right hand down the back of D’s pants and the other rubbing the back of D’s thick muscular neck where his spine met his skull. D’s eyes were closed and occasional waves of his entire body shuddering had Trevor knowing this was going well. Trevor looked at his djinn’s perfect, plump, inviting lips, wet his slowly with his tongue and then leaned in for a kiss, his mouth taking the top position. He opened his mouth as Dantalion’s did and softly slipped in his tongue. Another moan from the core of Dantalion. They kissed softly, tenderly, running their tongues over each other’s, probing; all the while Trevor’s fingers rubbing the the hardest hottest ass in the world. Trevor pulled away from the kiss but kept his hands working D’s ass crack and rubbing the back of his neck. Dantalion’s eyes opened and he looked deeply into his Bound’s eyes. “D, for this part…” Trevor’s voice caught as his breath became shallow and more ragged. “…no use of your powers, OK? No firing my nerves into overstimulation, no muscle growth, no magic cock and throat…”. Dantalion looked a bit confused. “I just want you, just you. And I want it to be just me without augmentations or anything else. Just us. The only thing I ask is for you to soften your physical form to that of a human. I want to be able to rub and kiss and play with your ass, with your legs, with your chest without feeling like it’s titanium. I want to make love to you as you make love to me, as equals.” He nodded his head in understanding. “And I don’t want your diamond hard ass breaking off my cock.” Trevor giggled for a moment. Trevor unzipped Dantalion’s pants and started pulling them down off his thick striated thighs. They were almost painted on. Of course, he was not wearing underwear and the djinn’s thick perfect cock lolled between his legs. Dantalion removed Trevor’s clothes slowly, licking his lips with a look of need and barely controlled hunger. They stood face to face, naked. The djinn’s mind was a live-wire. He was quiet and unsure, but he trusted his Bound without hesitation… he did not know how to proceed. He had the power to create and destroy galaxies, but uncertain about what to do next to please Trevor. “Making love to someone you care about really is just allowing your body to express its feelings for another person. You just let your body guide you and let go of hesitation or self-consciousness.” “You…care…for me?” D’s mind was exploding with feeling emotion he didn’t understand. It wasn’t unpleasant, but it was unknown. “I do care for you, Dantalion, and this is one way of showing it.” Trevor leaned into his djinn for another kiss. This time, there was less caution and more need. He lead the hulking djinn to the bed and sat him down on the edge, then sat right next to D while grabbing hold tightly of the hefty shank of god cock now hardening between the djinn’s huge thick legs. Trevor leaned in for another kiss while stroking Dandelion’s perfectly huge thick veiny meat. The djinn’s eyes erupted with dancing angry flames and even though he did not need to breathe, he felt his breath quicken and goosebumps erupted over his entire body. His nipples tightened and hardened. He resisted the urge to explode with muscle since he knew how much Trevor loved that, but he had his instructions. “Lay back and stretch out on the bed, D. I’ll take care of the rest.” He felt pressure from somewhere inside of him. Great pressure, building, pushing, wanting escape. He felt it in his chest, his head, his cock. His balls were buzzing with power and a new type of energy. Trevor pushed between Dantalion’s legs and he took one of the djinn’s large balls into his mouth, sucking and lolling it around while his hand stroked the most perfect dick in the world. Clear djinn precum came out of him. Trevor moved to sucking on his thick angry cock head. “Mmmmm D. Your pre tastes like ice cream and sunshine. Fuck. Best thing I have tasted in my life.” He hadn’t done anything using his power but felt a certain pride to know that Trevor approved. “Fuck, D. You are perfect. Everything is perfect,” as Trevor licked the djinn’s cock up and down, sucking and trying to tease out more and more of the god’s delicious cock offerings. Dantalion was reaching bliss. The pressure, building and building inside of him from all directions was starting to crest, but he held it back - whatever it was. “D, I’m going to eat your beautiful perfect ass, and you’re going to love it.” The djinn could barely keep control as it was, but Trevor asked him to grab his own ankles and pull them back to behind his head, exposing his beautiful perfect ass to his Bound. Fuck. Trevor wet a finger and started sliding it over D’s perfect pink hole. He played with it, teasing one finder in a few millimeters. Then another soft pass-by with his wet finger. Then another probing, pushing in a little more deeply. D’s mind was racing, transported to a different place. He let out moan after moan. Deeper and deeper. He was in control of himself, but just. Then Trevor did something he did not expect. He put his face in-between D’s thick glutes and started licking his beautiful ass hole. Tentatively at first, then with more aggression. His tongue was pushing in bit by bit. Flitting tongue-work every few seconds and then again, probing inside of him, opening him. The pressure building, barely controlled inside of his mind. Inside of his body. Flit with the tongue. Flit, flit. Trevor, while working his djinn’s ass with his amazingly talented tongue, grabbed ahold of the hard rod slapped against D’s rock-crushing abs. Trevor pumped with a hard grip, lubed by djinn pre-cum. His tongue digging in eagerly to a place that Dantalion would not have expected to feel like this. The pressure. Fuck. The pressure inside of him. Fuck. Trevor rose up onto his knees Dandelion’s legs still thrown behind his head. The human leaned over and put his hands on Dandelion’s chest, kneading the thick dense muscle. His breathing was shallow and rapid. There was a sheen of fresh sweat on the human. Fuck the pressure. Somethings was happening inside of the djinn. Pressure. Ahhhh, fuck. Trevor lined his hard leaking cock up with Dandelion’s tight perfect hole. He then found D’s nipples and stroked his fingers over them - hard as fucking diamonds. “I love you, Dantalion.” Trevor twisted the god’s nipples and thrust his cock into Dandelion’s ass all in a millisecond. Something broke inside of the djinn’s mind. A key fitting a lock perfectly - Trevor inside of his djinn. Vast dams broke inside of him. A detonation of galactic power flowing into him. FUCK THE POWER was cataclysmic. The POWER pouring into him. He felt like he swallowed the sun. More and more. A crescendo of pure POWER. Trevor was fucking his hole. His eyes closed, sweat forming on his brow. He was fucking his djinn. The more he fucked D, the more power poured into the djinn. The deity was in an ecstatic state, his eyes rolled back in his head. Shaking with power - power that he did not know existed. Dandelion’s eyes opened and looked at Trevor, the source of all of his power. Trevor was everything. He was the world and the universe to Dantalion. Trevor’s eyes opened for a moment while he thrust deeper and deeper. Harder and harder. He was grunting like an animal. D let go of one of his ankles and reached up to caress the cheek of his Bound, the most perfect being in the universe to his mind now. With he soft touch of Dandelion’s hand, Trevor let out a scream as he erupted, pumping load after load into his djinn’s perfect ass. “I love you too, Master.” Then his hand dropped away, his legs fell down around Trevor. For the first time in millennia, a djinn fell asleep - and with his lover inside of him.
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  34. CHAPTER ELEVEN Jake lived about 15 minutes’ drive from their former workplace. He sat shotgun, Amber behind him. Jake was driving. He was stressing about the state of the samples, and could think of little else. If he stopped for a moment, he would realise that he could’ve enjoyed the show Jake was inadvertently putting on for his passengers. Working in a lab, there was rarely opportunity to show any skin or wear anything other than utilitarian clothing, which were covered by lab coats anyway, so there was never much to see. Not so this morning. Jake wore a tight, v-neck T-shirt, again in a classic white (his favourite T-shirt colour). The deep V provided tantalising views of his chest, lightly dusted with hair, and showing perfectly squared off pecs with incredible definition. The torso of the T-shirt was so tight his obliques and abs were visible through the fabric. His faded blue jeans, with a button fly (he’d missed closing one of the buttons) that tented up into a lick-able bulge, hugged his bubble butt and perfectly showed the sweep of his quads. Tight, they way they should be. But the real show was his arms, starting with his hands. One hand held the steering wheel while the other rested by the gear stick ready to change gears as needed. His hands had the same telltale look as that of all serious weight lifters - strong tendons, thick fingers and a thumb that was calloused from gripping heavy barbells on the regular, all leading to a thick wrist. His elbow rested on the window sill, with his hand resting lightly on the top of the steering wheel; thick wrist pronated, emphasising the belly of his forearm. He often kept his arms hairless so as not to detract from the prominent veins snaking up his forearm and up to his biceps and triceps. The horseshoe of his triceps supported his arm on the sill, while his bicep lightly balled up as he held his arm slightly bent, the vein snaking up and over the two heads of the biceps, disappearing under the tight sleeve of the T-shirt. Jake might not think he was a bodybuilder, but his body was a work of art. Amber, who was putting on a show of her own in a semi-transparent crop top and short shorts, emphasising her hourglass, was enjoying Jake’s low-key show, such that she was almost disappointed as they approached their now-former workplace.
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  35. CHAPTER SEVEN Jake could barely believe his eyes. He was standing watching the group, a pensive, uncertain look on his face, sure, but, he was here! Jake had long since given up trying to convince him to join the group for drinks having learned that, as brilliant as he was academically, his social skills were rather lacking. That was an understatement, he really had no social skills. More’s the pity, he had thought to himself all that long ago. He was pretty hot. He was very tall, always a plus, and his overall lack of fat emphasised the angles of his jawline, and drawing particular attention to his piercing, cerulean eyes. Like Jake himself, his brown hair was often styled – okay, styled was not right, he never styled his hair – in a messy bed-head manner that somehow was always perfect. Despite his chiselled jawline, he had a charming, boyish quality, probably emphasised because he was absolutely clueless both as to his affect on others and as to any attempts by others to flirt or even overtly come onto him. About the only thing he needed to improve, as far as Jake was concerned, was his fitness and musculature. If asked, Jake would describe his sexuality as fluid. He was attracted to the person, not the sex. Though he was also the first to admit that he was most attracted to stereotypically manly men and feminine women. But he was also an academic. Intelligence was an essential trait in a partner. He’d fucked many a bimbo and himbo – picking up was easy for him, he was spoiled for choice when it came to fucking – but needed someone more on his level in a relationship. He was certainly attracted to him, though he wasn’t stereotypically a “man’s man”, his intelligence was a turn on. If only he had picked up on Jake’s signals. It was probably for the best, anyway. Workplace relationships can get messy, and you should never shit where you eat. Jake had worked hard academically, but he worked even harder to keep his body fit and strong. He hit the gym five times a week, and made sure to fit in extra cardio on the days in between. Unfortunately, Jake was a hardgainer, and he wanted nothing more than to pack on some more size. He consistently managed gains in strength and stamina – though he’d long since lost the exponential gains in lifts common to beginners, he still managed to regularly increase the reps and weight on most lifts. But try as he might, his mass gains had plateaued. He had considered steroids, on many occasions. He knew from his studies and research that anabolic steroids were extremely effective, but they were also potentially dangerous. In particular, their effect on the heart muscle often lead to premature deaths or lifelong heart issues for those abusing steroids, and for him to truly pack on muscle, he suspected massive doses would be needed. The other issue for him was he could not afford to be arrested, it would destroy his career. So he had long since resigned himself to accepting he would never be looked at as a bodybuilder, despite excellent definition, separation and striations in all his muscles; he just lacked sufficient size. Or so he thought. Most others looking at him saw someone in peak physical condition, with rakish good looks and a tantalisingly bulging groin, promising extra fun times in the sack. Even those that preferred their men beefier overlooked the fact that he was not a mass monster. He more than made up for it. “This was a mistake, I—” “Nonsense. Come. Sit,” said Jake, as he used his considerable strength to push the others down the bench and make room for him to sit.
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  36. CHAPTER FIVE As he approached the entrance to the bar, he was suddenly apprehensive. He didn’t belong in a place like this – what was he doing here? The bouncer at the door, an imposing mountain of man (even if he was four inches shorter) looked him up and down and, immediately assessing him as a non-threat, dismissed him as a non-entity and returned to absent-mindedly scrolling on his phone. If he wasn’t so nervous, he may have recognised a spike of envy within himself as he watched the bouncer step aside and grant him entry. Envy, with a generous twist of lust. In the privacy and comfort of his own home, he would often fantasise about men like Mr Bouncer, getting hard at the thought of being respected, feared and dominating any situation. Dominating not only through sheer size and strength, but an imposition of will on others through confidence and an expectation that it’s his way or – well, there was no 'or', really, it was his way or pain. His favourite type of porn was where a heavily muscled stud used and abused their partner or, better yet, partners; dominating them both physically and mentally. It didn’t have to be violent, exactly, but if it involved some choking, hitting, ramming of their hard, throbbing cock into whichever holes they wanted, making their partner(s) gag or scream in simultaneous pain and pleasure, all the better. About the only thing better was two or three studs dominating and plugging all holes with powerful thrusts of their steel-hard, giant cocks, flexing their glutes, twitching their cocks to maximise their orgasm and shoot into each hole with hot, studly cum, like a baker filling an eclair. It was for this reason he often preferred gay porn. Straight porn has some “muscular” men, but more often than not, they barely had more mass on them than the woman they were fucking. It was a rare find indeed for a straight video to highlight a mass monster with a shredded X physique showing off his massive, vascular muscles while ploughing a hot chick and pumping her full or stuffing his cock down her throat. One of his favourites highlighted a vascular stud grabbing fistfuls of hair, using his colossal forearms writhing with a roadmap of veins to force his cock further down her throat. As his forearms flex, the camera focusses in on his arms, each individual muscle bulges and flexes, the veins swelling to provide his muscles with blood to power their strength and allow him to force her head further onto his prodigious cock. As he climaxes down her throat, every muscle in his body flexes in a grotesque - in the best sense of the word - display of power and vascularity; his deep, resonant groan of ecstasy as he unleashes a torrent of cum the final, exquisite push needed for him to pump out his own load in concert with the guy on screen. As the stud pulls out from her throat, tears in her eyes, the final few spurts of his cum usually splattered over her face and his arms on the screen. His lust and envy barely registered as it skated along the periphery of his mind, just outside his active consciousness. He thought his racing heart was caused only by the sudden onset of nervousness he was feeling. He didn’t realise part of it was caused by the lust running rampant throughout his body, dilating his pupils, causing his face to flush, and preparing his cock to stand to attention for servicing by his new muse. Before this could all properly register in his mind, he was through the door and looking for his work colleagues. It was not a small place yet, still, they were not easy to miss. He was wrong – something he wasn’t used to – they hadn’t just ordered, they had already finished their first two rounds of shots and were preparing to down their third. He was about to turn around and walk out, having thought better of his foolish whim to socialise, when he was spotted by Jake, one of the youngest members of the team. “Guys, guys – check it out,” pointing with his chin towards him, “I see it, but I don’t believe it.” All heads in the group swivelled as one towards him, like some twisted carnival clown game. This was a bad idea, he thought, as all traces of lust faded away, replaced with sweaty-palmed nervousness at the thought of joining his former team in a social setting.
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