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Back in his dorm Marcus tossed and turned and finally woke with a start, unable to truly sleep. His mind was elsewhere, fixated on the hunks from Alpha Alpha Alpha. It was obvious now the frat boys were something special or doing something very illegal. Marcus wracked his mind for any possible natural explanation but kept drawing blanks. How could Richy, a former twig and string bean, bulk up fifty pounds in a couple months? All Marcus' mind could conjure were magic potions, strange ancient ceremonies, ritualistic rites, or some deal-with-the-devil type situation. Whatever he thought up thought didn't matter because what he saw was real. And whatever it was, obviously worked. After trying and failing to go back to sleep, Marcus sat up and checked the clock: 5:50. Damn, only 10 minutes from his alarm. Irritated with himself, Marcus dressed and left in a hurry, snagging a quick bite to eat before dashing off to his 7:00am class, probably too early. He arrived near the lecture hall with a whopping 45 minutes to spare and sat outside the closed doors, flipping through Grindr on his phone. He noticed some of these men were big too, like the frat bros, but not as enormously huge. He flipped through several potential matches and stopped at one of the profiles. Jason. What an intimidating and gorgeous dude. A marble statue come alive, cut and ripped and even had a sculpted V-line down to his thick shaft that could be seen straining the fabric of his high end khakis. Jason wasn't nearly as ripped or humongously hung as the rest of the AAA gang, but it was not far behind, perhaps rivaling the top 1% of those on the app. Marcus quickly swiped right and closed his phone, feeling his erection start to strain his pants. Marcus then suddenly jolted when he heard the unmistakable Grindr notification coming from down the hall. There was a brief and tense silence as Marcus froze with fear until suddenly his own app sputtered out the same distinctive notification. Marcus fumbled with his phone, nearly dropping it, before glancing at his phone and discovering a new message from Jason. "Well hey there, cutie." One more appeared in quick succession as Marcus opened his messages. "I heard that." After a few seconds a new message came over, this time with a picture. The image was a head-cut-off selfie of a hugely muscular man dressed in very nice business casual in what appeared to be a small classroom. Marcus couldn't tell if it was a lecture hall, office, or small meeting room but knew immediately it was a room in this building, somewhere. Another image came over that focused on the huge man's midsection, clearly showing the outline of his muscular abs beneath the thin white shirt and vest the strong guy wore. His thighs in dark brown khakis were obscenely thick, the muscles filling the garment quite snugly and hinting at absolutely powerful quads and hamstrings. Even the crotch of his khaki slacks bulged and strained, looking like an erect pole was trying to break free. Another came in displaying his thick round ass and the legs beneath it which flexed as he turned and posed for the picture, straining the fabric of his pants to the breaking point. A new message interrupted Marcus's leering. "Where are you? I can hear those pings." He almost panicked before replying: "Outside the lecture hall." "I know the one. Go down the hall, and up the stairs to the 3rd floor. Room 314." Marcus jumped up immediately and bolted down the hallway, trying not to look suspicious, but probably failing. Luckily, almost no one else was out this early. Once at the stairs Marcus leaped up them two at a time to the third floor where he scanned for room 314. Almost tripping in a near sprint Marcus turned the last corner and found it tucked away in the corner of the building, away from prying eyes. Marcus' heart skipped a beat as he opened the unlocked door, slipping into a small dark classroom. The room was silent except for the hum of old air conditioning units on the windows and was obviously empty. Marcus closed the door gently, trying his hardest not to alert anyone that might be nearby. He flipped on the lights, set down his bag, and waited. After a few minutes he could hear thumps of heavy foot falls approaching from down the hallway, headed towards him. Thump. Thump. Thump. The door swung open, in walked the man from the images, Jason. The Adonis' shoulders barely made it through the doorframe without knocking into them and he took up an extraordinary amount of space for such a small and secluded classroom. Jason's bulging body was covered with a smart green blazer, dark brown khaki pants and a white button up shirt. His sandy brown hair tied up into a tight bun, his hazel eyes locked with Marcus as a devilish smile curled his perfect lips. "Well now," he purred softly, moving further into the classroom, letting the door close with a soft thump. "Marcus, I take it?" The buff well-dressed bodybuilder was even more hulking than the pictures suggested. Marcus had difficulty gauging exactly how huge Jason really was when only seeing images, but the buff jock's proportions made his suit look as though it was 2 sizes too small for his body and looked almost painted on. This wasn't helped at all by the fact that his bulky arms stretched the expensive suit jacket tightly, causing the button-down shirt to be plastered against his abdomen revealing a teasing glimpse of the well-defined eight pack abs and lines down his midsection. The incredibly muscular brunette easily cut a fine figure in a suit, especially since his arms seemed too large for the garment's sleeves. Marcus watched as the huge man closed the gap between them and instinctually took a half step backward, though there was nowhere to go. "Yeah," the smaller, younger, and undeniably nervous man stammered, averting his eyes for a moment. "Why so timid Marcus?" Jason inquired as he continued his. Marcus took a deep, nervous breath and summoned every ounce of confidence he possessed before looking the god of a man in his eyes again. He took an unsteady gulp. His handsome face relaxed into a kind smile. "That's better. There's no need for bashfulness here. I can tell by tent in your pants that you are just as happy to see me as I am to see you." His sexy voice was calm, relaxed and a tad amused, in no way confrontational. Each word he spoke oozed sexual authority and it was all that Marcus could do not to grab his own burgeoning cock as it attempted to strain out through his jeans. "You seem tense. Uneasy. I think you need a bit of relaxation, no? Here, let me help." The smartly dressed adonis suddenly unbuttoned his expensive green blazer and slipped out his large strong arms from the confines of the well-tailored jacket and draped it across the back of a desk. With the extra space the material on the chest area was pulled even tighter against the jock's broad muscular physique and showed the insane cuts in his arms and round pectorals jutting out from his chest. With a smooth and practiced motion, Jason knelt before Marcus and undid his fly with one hand and unzipped it, revealing his hardening cock. Marcus let out a deep groan as Jason's fingers freed his erection from its fabric prison. A slight grin grew upon the fine man's sensuous lips as his perfectly formed mouth encircled the throbbing erection before him. Marcus felt his legs buckle and threaten to give out under the intense pleasure. The smaller man almost fell over as he sat his ass at the edge of one of the small desks and tried his best not to explode as this mystery hunk sucked him into pure ecstasy. Marcus felt himself enveloped by a soft, yet firm tongue that swept up and down the length of his shaft, his lips creating the perfect seal. Jason kept the pace, going faster and faster as Marcus groaned aloud his excitement and gripped the edges of the wooden surface, squeezing tighter the closer he got to eruption. "Ohhhh! I - I'm gonna..!" Jason didn't miss a beat; instead sucking harder until Marcus burst like a geyser shooting hot streams of hot sticky cream right down Jason's throat. The suave muscular man accepted it greedily and let the orgasm continue until finally slowing down until the ejaculating dick was fully spent and milked of every drop of precious semen. When Marcus began to slow, panting hard and clutching the sides of the desk to remain upright, Jason looked up at him and the sexiest smile Marcus had ever seen grew on the perfect features. The Adonis seemed pleased at what he had caused as he straightened up and seized Marcus's face with his huge hands and pulled their lips together. Jason's tongue dove into the stunned man's mouth, swirling around and giving him his own flavor. When their mouths finally parted Marcus was flushed, dazed, and entirely at a loss. Jason stepped back. "I hope I didn't come on too strong." He smiled, seemingly totally at ease after just fellating Marcus' dick and sharing a full tongued kiss. Marcus struggled for words. "Dude you're something else." was all he could manage to say in the stunned fog his mind was in, not complaining though. His gaze wandering back towards the larger man’s pants and the treasure hidden below, seeing the outline of something enormous just underneath. Jason's muscled and vascular arms came up and swiftly and skillfully began unbuttoning the top 2 buttons of his own tight shirt exposing his powerful and muscular pecs and the beginnings of his hard abdomen. The slim fitting shirt, and especially the now with the partially open collar, perfectly delineated every curve and ridge of his thick, powerful pectoral muscles. Each mound of smooth flesh tapered down perfectly into a trim, 8 pack of rock hard, clearly defined abdominal muscles. "See something you like, don't you?" Jason teased as he chuckled and flexed his biceps slowly to show off his sculpted cut muscle structure, his forearms practically rippling underneath the sleeves of his dress shirt. "It's alright; I tend to have that effect on guys." The masculine beast added. Marcus nodded dumbly, unconsciously beginning to fumble to slip his pants completely off as he tried to kick away his shoes and socks and remove everything while never taking his eyes off Jason's pecs and the glorious cleft the man's big hard chest formed as they flexed under the form fitting material of his shirt and tie. Jason watched his partner shuck his clothes with a playful expression on his face and responded by very slowly unbuttoning his dress shirt the rest of the way until finally undoing the last button and letting the white shirt part open to reveal a stunning masculine landscape of sheer power. His torso was incredible, sculpted like marble. He puffed out his huge chest and tightened his stomach. Instantly his pec swells looked bigger and fuller, his pert nipples pointing downward towards the floor. His hard stomach rippled and swayed with each breath, each hard brick dusted with smooth brown hair that thickened as it lead down to his waist. Jason sensually ran a huge hand down his own torso and underneath his pants, gripping something thick and round just beneath the hem. "What do you think?" the hung, masculine stud asked, his smile broadening. The now naked Marcus replied by scrambling backward onto one of the desks, laying on his back and exposing his tight hole, preparing himself for what kind of monster cock the man possessed. With tantalizing slowness, Jason unbuttoned his fly and his gargantuan rod sprang forth, standing rock hard at close to 12 inches. The rod was covered in pencil tick veins that pulsed with each beat of the huge man’s heart, the tip already beginning to leak precum like a faucet. "I've been hard all morning," Jason remarked casually, unwrapping his man-bun and letting his thick brown locks drape over his wide shoulders. "And now I find a beautiful man ready and willing to be bred? Must be my lucky day." Just the sight of this gargantuan testosterone fueled stud, with his long dark brown hair, model looks, and bulging, statuesque physique that rivaled a Greek god, made Marcus' hole twitch with anticipation. He glanced downward to see the man's tree trunk legs were firmly planted on either side of him and he stood in a wide stance that looked more like someone flexing for the judges rather than preparing to fuck him senseless. Jason finally closed the distance between them and loomed over the smaller man, his monster manhood throbbing with anticipation. Slowly the virile stud leaned over and positioned his already thick pulsating monster over the petite man's awaiting hole, then looked Marcus directly in the eye. "Ready or not.." he teased, pushing the tip of his member into the tight ass. Marcus could feel the head slip easily past the of his anus and he hissed with pain. This bastard was huge! Jason wasted no time in distracting his smaller lover by enveloping his face with a passionate kiss while pressing their chests together, sliding the massive fuck spear into the man below him with agonizing slowness. A surge of unbelievable pressure filled Marcus's senses; he could scarcely think straight. "Oh Fuck. You're so big," he whined softly, trying his best to hide it but unable to keep the lust in his tone at bay. The smaller man shuddered again as more dick slipped past his resistance and probed his prostate, teasing the exposed nerve endings within him, while filling him completely. Marcus could barley contain his joy, his body twitching with pleasure and need. "No need to be shy with my cock is already halfway in you. Listen to your body. Your instincts are far wiser than your brain," the alpha smirked before capturing his lover's mouth with another kiss. As their tongues mingled once again, Marcus felt his hesitancy finally abate and the smaller man unleashed his hands across his fuck stud's ripped body, feeling up every ridge of every cut. His hands clumsily and uncertainly wandered over his partner's swollen biceps and rippling forearms, digging his fingers into the hewn mounds of his flexed shoulders and finally running his fingers down the male's hugely sculpted pectorals. As his eager touch played across the muscular landscapes, Jason pulled his tongue out from between Marcus's teeth, and asked "See, now, isn't this better? Giving into your desires instead of holding them back?" Jason casually flexed his huge muscles everywhere Marcus' was groping as he slowly sank his cock deeper inside him, sending spasms of ecstasy through the young jock's frame. "Fuckin huge..." was about all Marcus could reply in that moment. "Damn right I am." With a touch of dramatic flare and flexibility that belied his size, Jason suddenly pulled his thick arms out of his expensive dress shirt and threw it to the desk behind him, fully exposing his body for Marcus' wide eyes and wandering hands. He began moving, slowly pumping his thick dick into Marcus’ tight hole, giving his partner a view of all the muscle he had on his huge frame. The perfectly layered, gorgeously contoured and totally herculean and musclebound Adonis showed off his body with pride. Each new flex rippled down the beast's chest and torso and finally to his meaty ass and thighs which flexed and pushed out Jason's member deeper into Marcus' spasming hole. Each muscle was clearly defined and rippled with thick hard muscle and beautiful vascular striation. Marcus gasped as each new flex moved Jason's meat deeper inside him, the beautiful stretching sensation was about to make him go insane. The smaller man reached out and grabbed his ass and gaped it wider, begging Jason to speed up his thrusts. Jason obliged, plunging deeper and deeper, until his enormous 12 inches finally hilted inside the younger man. With a wicked smile, Jason began to really fuck. The seductive stud was like an inexhaustible machine; his sculpted pectorals and washboard abdominals rippling and rolling, sweaty, hard and shining as the stud hammered his prostate like no one had before. Marcus dug his fingertips into the mounds of muscle, squeezing and palpating and gripping, feeling the iron-hard sinews beneath, and watching as the incredible Adonis's eyes glittered with passion. Jason then began to purposely flex his upper body muscles to display his strength for his smaller but appreciative partner. Jason unleashed pose after pose, timing each purposeful flex with a particularly powerful thrust. He paraded his body in front of Marcus as he drilled his hole mercilessly. After one particularly hot bicep pose Marcus saw something dark on the stud’s inner bicep close to his pits. Three small letters tattooed with dark ink in fine penmanship spelled out the letters: AAA. "Oh fuck, are you one of them?" The muscular brunette flashed Marcus a wolfish grin. "Did you seriously think I was anything else? How do you think I got this big?" With that the burly alpha slammed home his entire 12-inch meat log once more, splitting Marcus's hole even further and pushing him dangerously close to the edge. Jason's thrusts began gaining speed and ferocity. "I know that look when I see it. You want to be like me, dont you? Big and burly, a walking wet dream, dropping with testosterone?" Jason spoke, and even when in the throes of animalistic mating he never lost his sexy cool demeanor or air of confident machismo, making him seem even sexier in Marcus's mind. "All that is just the start. What really gets you hooked is feeling your dick hardening as it grows extra inches inside some tight piece of ass. Your balls bouncing and flexing as your testosterone roils inside you and creates a huge load of cum just waiting to fill up some young buck. That feeling of pure domination as you unleash your load deep into a guy and know that soon, he’ll be just like you. Each sentence ended in a ferocious thrust, and a wet slap as their balls impacted against Marcus' round perky ass cheeks. Marcus groaned in agreement and screamed in ecstasy. "Yes!! Yes!!! That's exactly what I want." At that response the larger Adonis shifted angles and focused his thrusts directly against Marcus's prostate. Marcus squirmed in his seat with overwhelming pleasure. Jason paused only to grip both the smaller man's knees to position him in the mating press and return his hammer blows to that bundle of nerves, keeping up the relentless assault. Marcus, on his back on a desk, his legs were splayed widely to each side in a complete spread-eagle and completely exposed, could barely breathe as Jason relentlessly fucked him. He began stroking his dick furiously and in seconds went shooting rockets of semen all over himself, which only made Jason harder, slamming even more forcefully into his tight hole. He grunted wildly with effort as he exploded a tremendous ejaculation of pent up sperm. The monstrous masculine hunk's shaft jerked and flexed inside Marcus's hole, firing ropes of white, hot cum into the bottom. Over and over again, Jason unleashed his lust and dominance deep into Marcus's willing and thoroughly bred body, slowly filling Marcus' insides with his potent seed until a small round belly bump protruded from where his abdomen once was. The last of Marcus’ inhibitions left him as he felt the Alpha’s seed permeate throughout him, filling him to the brim. He moamed and wailed as his own cock continued to fire and coat his own protruding stomach. Jason slowed his thrusts and gleefully remarked, "You look so good with my cum stuffed inside you." The Alpha rubbed his large hand over the lump of seed protruding from Marcus's stomach, his husky voice moaning slightly with each caress. The enormous muscular stud then raised both arms above his head with a husky growl, his form slowly swelling with power, his muscles slowly filling with power with each deliberate flex. Each time his muscles pulsed, Marcus felt the huge cock buried inside him pulse with another jet of cum. Even through his sex drunk haze, Marcus knew he was getting larger. His godly body stretched outward as his flexing continued, the cock inside him continuing to unleash the man’s seed deep within him. His pecs ballooned, jutting outward from his hard abs and casting a shadow over Marcus. His hips and thighs got tighter and stronger, causing the big man to readjust his cock inside him as his stance grew wider. Jason held his right arm out and slowly let the power fill his bicep with each flex, reveling in how tight and big the bulging ball of muscle became with each bend of his elbow. Marcus watched, amazed at the unnatural sight of the huge man getting even stronger, and came again hands free as the cock inside his hole stretched him even wider and buried itself deeper even though Jason wasn’t moving. The stud suddenly fixed his eyes on Marcus. "So, how was it?" he whispered, his eyes never leaving his lover. Marcus could only moan loudly in response. Jason smiled wryly, letting his arms relax back down to his sides, ending his growth session, leaving Marcus feeling more filled than ever before. "I have to say, it's been some time since I've fucked a virgin." Jason mused as he withdrew his now ungodly huge now 13 inch cock from Marcus' used hole. "I-Im not a virgin." Marcus croaked, his voice sore after all his wanton lustful moaning and screaming. Jason raised a fuzzy eyebrow and manhandled his own dick in response. "If you've never been fucked by an Alpha Alpha Alpha brother, you've never had real sex. That is your first real fuck." he purred, running a hand up and down his immense beefy pecs. The fucker was enjoying his own body as much as Marcus had been just seconds earlier, flexing his abs and admiring the cut muscles of his arms, shoulders and torso. As Marcus reeled from the pleasure of having this stud's cum held inside him, Jason turned back to where he'd thrown his clothing, his round firm ass flexing along with his quads. The now even sexier alpha pulled his clothes on very slowly, almost intentionally stretching every fiber of cloth and flexing all of his glorious muscle as the material squeezed snugly over each rounded and heavy piece of musculature, bulging with power and presence. The huge guy glanced toward Marcus and smiled slightly, flashing a set of perfect white teeth, as the he strode closer and ran his massive hands down the younger man's slim body before resting on his new cum bulge. "I know you've got questions. Head over to the house later tonight, I'll make sure someone there sets you up. I'm glad you swiped right. Trust me, you won't regret this." *** Part 3. Sorry for the wait, I'm such a procrastinator sometimes it's actually terrible. Please let me know what you think! I've generated some images of the studs depicted in the story so far and might share them here in the future once I get the details the way I want them.

POP Part 4 [Thanks for your comments, friends. This chapter is very dark, but I’m eschewing content warnings to avoid spoilers. Think of it as a gay muscle Quentin Tarantino movie.] “Open up, armed police!” Detective Steve Carnitas yelled on the second-floor balcony of the seedy motel. Without waiting for a response, Detective Jonah Brick smashed the door in with a splintering kick. Carnitas covered his new partner while he leapt into the room with his Glock raised. A blond, enormous Double-DBag bodybuilder fell over a coffee table as he backed away in fright, glass smashing. The smaller, powerfully muscled perp with the chest tattoo paused only a moment before making a dash for the back door of the suite. “Runner!” “My specialty,” Brick said, and sprinted after the perp, crossing the front room in barely two strides. Carnitas gave the room a quick 360, noting the web camera, lights and laptop, then warned the dazed blond to stay put before following Brick through to the back. He found him gripping the railing of the back fire escape, triceps bulging as he peered down at the ground, where the perp was hopping the back fence. “He’s getting away!” Carnitas fumed. “Calm your tits, bro,” said Brick. Holstering his weapon, he jumped onto the railing with the agility of a cat, his iron thighs coiling like springs. A second later he leapt, flying over the fence like he had wings. He landed square on the perp in the neighboring parking lot, slamming him into the gravel. “Watch out, Brick he’s still dangerou—“ WHUD WHUD WHUD WHUD WHUD WHUD Brick’s muscled arms were a blur as he pounded six fists into the perps face. His body convulsed under the force of the blows and then laid still. “Huh.” Carnitas made his way back to the front room, where the six foot two, 350 lbs blond meathead was just getting to his feet. “It’s okay, you’re safe now, we got ‘im.” WHAMMO! Carnitas’ nose flattened under brass knuckles and he was knocked to the floor. “Mother. FUCKER!!” he swore. Blood streamed onto the cheap carpet as he got to all fours. The blond was already out the door. Steve got to his feet, shook his head once, and then barreled after him. On the front balcony he caught sight of the blond, already down the stairs, racing toward a black Chevy Silverado parked at the far end of the motel parking lot. “Freeze, asshole!” he bellowed, aiming his gun, but the man kept running. “Damn it!” Steve descended the stairs two at a time and then jumped halfway down into a running start, his size 18 police boots carving divots in the blacktop as he propelled his 450 lbs of muscle after the victim-turned-perp. The blond reached the truck and stuffed himself into the cab, but fumbled the keys with his right hand still in the knuckle-duster. Steve roared and his pants split over his 26” calves as he accelerated his sprint, charging the truck like a vengeful bull. The blond turned over the engine just as the huge detective slammed into the passenger side. His meteoric momentum cratered half the cab, and the meathead punk was buffeted by airbags as Steve ignored the pain in his shoulder and crossed in front of the disabled truck. His great, heaving breaths sprayed blood on the cracked windshield as he stared daggers at the erstwhile driver. “I give up! I give up!” the punk lied, promptly plowing another metallic fist into Steve’s eye as he approached the window. The blow knocked him back several steps, and volcanic rage bubbled up like lava from his thumping chest, adrenalizing his huge muscles. He took a hop-step forward and then jumped three feet in the air, landing an elbow drop on the cab that crushed it flat. The front tires detonated simultaneously with an explosive bang. “Fuck.” Carnitas slumped against the wreck, gulping breaths, his horse-sized heart racing from the unexpected cardio. He blew bubbles of blood out his nose, trying to control his respiration as two patrol cars screeched into the parking lot, coughing out Flint, Hamm and a couple of uniforms. Hamm took one look at Steve and hustled over with a first-aid kit. “Jeez, Carny, you’re bleeding like a rare steak at Ponderosa.” He slapped gauze pads on gashes on his left delt and right tricep and applied pressure. “You should see the other guy.” Steve’s voice was a kazoo as he tilted his head up and held his nose. “Help, I’m trapped!” piped up the muscle-punk from under the crushed metal. Lieutenant Marcus Flint’s muscular chestnut arms were bare, like his team’s backup call had caught him in the middle of his end-of-day workout. With a powerful yank he ripped off the mangled passenger-side door and peered in at the perp, his shoulders pinned to his knees by the caved-in roof. “What are you complaining about, boy? You get to suck your own dick while you’re down there.” Detective Brick approached with the other perp, holding him upside down by his ankles. Steve noted the perp’s physique looked much less impressive this close; his legs were skinnier than Brick’s brawny arms. “Okay, boys, make a wish!” Brick yanked the legs apart like a wishbone and the perp howled as something snapped in his pelvis. Urine streamed down his abs, streaking away parts of the “GONNA POP U BITCH” tattoo as Brick dumped him on his head. “Make up. Huh.” Steve groaned. “My bad, guys,” Hamm said sheepishly. “More cosplayers. Thought it was a good lead.” The piss-stained perp rolled onto his knees and wheezed: “Police brutality! I’m gonna sue!” Flint backhanded the punk so hard his head bounced off the asphalt, knocking him unconscious. “No one was talking to you, bitch,” he growled. “Goddamn it, when did perps get so spineless? In my days as a beat cop, they’d take their lumps like men.” “Preach, boss,” Brick agreed, his veiny biceps and triceps bulging as he ripped off his bulletproof vest and slung it over his shoulder. He patted the rippled abs visible through his gray police t-shirt. “But I’m fucking starving, can we eat while we debrief?” Steve raised his free hand. “Yes, please.” “I know just the place,” said Hamm. *** “Cosplayers my ass,” said Carnitas. “You ever see a ComicCon where the nerds walk around with brass knuckles? Those jerks were mob.” He destroyed half a chicken sandwich in one bite. “Fuck me that’s good,” he groaned. The four big policemen were crammed into a booth meant for six at Bad Brad’s Diner, Detective Tyler Hamm’s favorite place for after-hours grub. The 5’10” 300 lb musclebear brandished the bone of a turkey drumstick he’d just devoured like a chicken wing. “Makes sense. With all the dough the perp is making off the snuff vid. I could see ‘em wanting a piece of the action.” “Do we need to worry about real copycats?” asked Brick, licking the juice from his fingers after inhaling a 20 oz rib eye. “Maybe,” Steve talked around his next mouthful. “But I’m more concerned about our perp’s next victim. He promised us there’d be one.” He swallowed, wincing slightly from the pain of his busted nose. Lieutenant Flint reached crosswise across the table with his powerful arm and cradled Steve’s chin in his calloused brown hand. He turned his subordinate’s head to get a better look at his injuries. “You sure we shouldn’t have let the paramedics take you, son?” Steve smiled, his dick plumping at his virile mentor’s touch. “I’m right where I want to be, sir.” Brick reached around his thick traps and squeezed his delt. “You’re tougher than I took you for, bro.” “Total stud,” Hamm agreed, rubbing Steve’s forearm. Their waiter, a cute chubby musclecub, dropped off a tray piled with more food and a round of beers. “You guys are such a hot polycule. Let me know if you’re looking for a fifth. I’m game. And drinks are on me.” Flint raised an eyebrow as the youth sashayed back to the kitchen. “What’s a fucking polycule?” “You bring us to some kind of queer diner, Ham and Cheese?” said Brick. Hamm shrugged. “What can I say? They got great food, and ass for dessert.” He reached for a beer but Flint slapped away his hand. “After-work drinks are for after work, son.” “Fine, ‘Dad’.” “Where we at on the sex assault angle, Brick?” “Both Tinker and Crust were bred by the perp in the mouth and ass. Dr Stain confirms that the semen contained cuntofil, this new boner drug Steve got from his contact. And Stain also confirmed the obvious after sending away for special testing: both vics were on athenabol.” Steve continued: “Stain didn’t have much to say just yet about my theory that an interaction between Piledriver and Double-DBol made the vic’s muscles vulnerable somehow to poppin’. But he’ll look into it.” “Hmm.” Flint folded half a chicken breast in a waffle, and dipped it in gravy. He chewed thoughtfully. “And the suicide-by-pop angle?” “Crust wasn’t in much shape to be properly interviewed,” said Steve, “and the Bedlam shrinks didn’t allow us much time with him.” “But Tinker’s shrink released his file, under court order, and there’s some juicy bits there.” Brick flipped open his police notebook. “Longstanding depression and muscle dysmorphia, recently had a relapse following an incident at work at the supplement store. Got shown up by a new co-worker, smaller guy into the Steamroller exercise cult. Crushed him in armwrestling in front of his meathead friends. Dude was off work after that.” “That guy sounds like a real jerk. Could he be our perp?” Steve asked Hamm. “Still trying to get employment records from the store manager, but expect them this evening at the end of his shift. I’ll text you later if they come in.” Flint sat back, letting out a satisfied grunt and rubbing his belly as he checked his watch. “Speaking of Steamroller, we’re due for a check-in with the fifth of our poly-whatsit.” “And look at that, he’s right on time for once in his life.” Hamm’s phone lit up with a contact photo of spread buttcheeks covered in downy blond fuzz, with a pale pink pucker. ‘My Asshole Partner’’ was superimposed above the image in white font. “What the fuck, Tyler?” “Bit of an in-joke, boss. But that’s really him, if you care to know,” said Hamm. “I really, really didn’t. Answer the damn call.” Hamm balanced his phone on the napkin holder and the four men leaned in to see Garrett Shaw’s face appear on the screen. In the background was the coppery brush of a pine forest floor. “How goes the undercover mission, Detective?” “Hey boss-man, you out on the town with these losers? Sorry to say, you ain’t gonna pick up any chicks hanging out with faggots.” “I’m married, Shaw. And watch your fucking language.” “I’m not gay,” Brick protested. “Won’t be long, New Meat, no one can resist Stevie’s seductive charms for long.” “Focus, Shaw, report.” “Alright, alright.” He pulled the camera back to show he was surrounded by trees. “Had to hide my phone way out here. No tech allowed at Camp Steamroller. Real Iron John shit.” “Any sign of the perp?” Carnitas asked. “Hey Stevie! Blocking with your face again? I thought we talked about this?” “Garrett…” “No man, no sign of that tatt, and since all the invitees to this retreat are required to walk around in these Tarzan loincloths, I got more than an eyeful of all the participants.” “Damn it,” Flint fumed. “Well get your ass back here then, and we’ll work on the other leads.” “Not so fast, boss, it hasn’t been a total loss. The tattoo shop confirmed they did the ‘pop’ tatt for a dude last name Stark, and that’s the name of the Head Hippy here, a longhair named Calvin Stark. He doesn’t have any tatts and he’s too old to be the perp, but he’s got two sons, neither of whom are here.” “Okay, can you get close to this honcho? Find out more?” “Unlikely. He leads the occasional meditation session, but otherwise keeps to a tightly controlled inner camp. But, I did find out one juicy bit of gossip about him. He’s a former Double-DBag, and he takes a special interest in converting DBags to the cause. So I was thinking…” As Shaw paused, all eyes at the table swung in Carnitas’ direction. “What the hell, guys? No way.” He flushed crimson. “It would completely be your choice, Steve. I’m not gonna order you,” said Flint. “And I don’t need to know anything about your personal life that you don’t want to share. God knows there’s enough oversharing in this group.” “I appreciate that, boss, but it’s still a no. Garrett joined Steamroller before the murder, he still makes the most sense to be undercover with them.” “That’s settled, then. Anything else to note, Shaw?” “Just this, fellas: This shit really works. You remember my head scissors, Hammy?” “Yes. And I don’t want to talk about it.” “Well watch this.” Shaw flipped the camera to show he had his bare muscular legs wrapped around a tree trunk, and had been suspending his ripped body horizontally during the whole conversation. “Used to do these static hanging crunches on my heavy bag, thought I’d try ‘em on the closest thing. I know it’s hard for you ladies to pull your eyes away from my abs, but check out the quads.” The muscles flexed into banded steel and the bark underneath was instantly pulverized. Shaw let out a rumbly growl and his quads hacked deeper, pale splinters erupting where the wood was displaced by harder muscle. In seconds Shaw’s thigh-grip had gnawed half the tree away. “Just the corewood left,” he grunted, “gonna lock my ankles now.” “Shaw,” Flint said curtly, “have you ever cut down a tree? You gotta be careful which way it falls—” KRAKKKKK! “That’s right tree-bitch, take that—OH SHIT—“ The camera tumbled to the dirt and went dead. Flint hung his head in disbelief. “I really hope it fell on his stupid head,” said Brick. “You can’t kill that dude. He’s like a cockroach,” said Hamm. Flint fumed. “What’s the first rule of undercover work? Don’t draw attention to yourself. Damnit.” “Please, boss,” Carnitas begged, his head throbbing, “can we drink now?” “Fine, I’ll leave you boys to it. I got a workout to finish.” *** Steve stumbled as he climbed the front steps of his walk-up apartment building. “Straight to bed, big guy,” Jonah Brick yelled from his Camaro before peeling off into the night. Steve got out his keys just as a PING sounded on his WhatsApp: <Tyler Hamm has renamed the group chat to: What’s a Fucking Polycule?> Hey studs, employment records from Tinker’s manager came in. Enjoy some bedtime reading. Steve opened the pdf and squinted, focussing on the hire dates. He nearly dropped the phone when he saw the name of the late Peter Tinker’s most recent co-worker. “THAT goddamn motherfucker?!” *** Carnitas barged in the door the moment it opened, the chain lock snapping, no match for his 450 lbs of bulk. “What the fuck, man! YOU!!” The surprised occupant, barefoot and clad in a loose t-shirt and sweats, backed away, hands up, as the huge detective advanced into the apartment, gun drawn. “Vinny fucking Crisco, you goddamn weasel. What bleeding-heart parole board let a shitstain like you back on the streets?” “You’re fucking nuts, Carnitas. I did my time. You got no cause to be busting in here.” “We’ll see about that. Back all the way up.” The small dark-haired man complied, with a calm backward stroll, all while his jet-black eyes burned with hatred. Carnitas’ gaze darted about the small bachelor space, confirming they were alone. There were some carpentry tools in one corner, and some newly installed drywall, but no guns or knives obvious. “Now a little bird told me,” he said, “that you’d gone and got yourself a job at a sports nutrition store. But I said to myself, that can’t be true. Pencil-necked Vinny Crisco? He wouldn’t know a sport, or a nutrient, if it bit him on his bony ass.” “What’s it to you, fatboy?” He gestured to the cop’s face. “You lose a fight, and go looking for the smallest ex-con you know to rough up?” “You always were a little shit, Vinny. Felt so good to put your ass away. But we’re gonna have a little talk.” “Felt good did it? Not as good as you hoped, though right? I didn’t give up my brothers, so all you got was me. That still stick in your craw, birdbrain? Your big mob case, years of work, and all you bagged was a low level thug? A big flop like that, could rattle a guy, make him insecure.” “Shut up, asshole.” “Make up your mind, dumbass. Should I talk or shut up? I really do got you rattled, huh? Why else would you need a gun for this little chat? You’re three times my size, bro.” Carnitas stomach turned as his confidence faltered. He’d underestimated Vinny Crisco once before, and he had an instinct that he was repeating himself. He was alone, no back up, no warrant, drunk and with a probable concussion, facing a cunning ex-mob enforcer. He couldn’t be the murderer, his complexion was too dark and he was whippet-lean. But something was very wrong. Steve felt in his bones that if he made a single mistake, Vinny would get the upper hand. “Fuck you, dirtbag. Raise those hands higher.” Crisco smirked, but complied, and the motion of his arms raised the hem of his t-shirt exposing ripped lower abs, a dark treasure trail and the top of a hairy bush as thick as a Sicilian olive grove. Too late, Carnitas realized he’d stared a beat too long. When he looked up again, a claw hammer flung from across the room bashed him between the eyes. He dropped to the floor like a stone, holding his battered face in agony. When he opened his watering eyes he registered the frightful image of Crisco looking down on him with an evil sneer. “Fuck me? You dumb bitch, I got a much better idea.” Vinny brandished a muscular bare foot like it was a maul and swung it in a baleful arc, stomping Steve’s lights out. … … … “PSST. FAGGOT. WAKE UP.” Detective Carnitas opened his eyes to find the murderer’s face staring back at him. The details of the face were obscured by Peter Tinker’s blood and lumps of gore, except for a brilliant white sadistic grin of even teeth with wolfish canines. His eager pale blue eyes pinned Steve’s soul in place like a butterfly. “YOU’RE GETTING CLOSER, FAGGOT, MAYBE I’LL SEE YOU SOON.” One side of his face was pressed flush against a hardwood floor. Little streaks of red formed there as his head rocked back and forth in a repetitive motion. “BUT YOU SHOULD WAKE UP NOW, FAGGOT. YOU’RE BEING RAPED. YOU DON’T WANT TO MISS THAT. HUH-HUH-HUH.” The face faded away, replaced by Carnitas’ own battered visage. He lay prone and gagged on the floor staring sideways at himself in the bottom of a cheap dressing mirror propped against the wall. He took an inventory of his wounds. Busted nose. Black eye. Lacerated, bleeding brow. Torn upper lip and broken front teeth. A catalog of failures. But each was easier to contemplate than what was happening down below, beyond the view of the mirror, as Vinny Crisco jackhammered his ass to smithereens. Everything down there was agony, from the popped sphincters in his destroyed hole, to his pride-and-joy boulder glutes, bashed into gravel against harder muscle and bone, to his cock and balls, flattened under his own dead weight. Crisco gasped and groaned as he came like a geyser, his mallet-like fists pounding the cop’s thick traps flat like carpaccio. His rectum ballooned under the pressure of the massive load exploding out of the thug’s Piledriver-swollen cock, magnifying the intense pain of the brutal fucking. Vinny stood once his cum-fits had subsided, his softening cock shlooping out of the cavernous gape, and with a sharp kick to his side, flipped the detective onto his back. The Mafioso cackled with glee when he saw the mess on the floor. His pinpoint accurate battering of the cop’s prostate had forced blood-tinged cum from Steve’s perfidious dick. “Man, Carnitas, I knew you were a huge fag, but pink spunk? That's next level.” He straddled the cop’s limp body with lean legs as strong as girders, and reached down to pull out the gag, a gym sock so dirty it was nearly black. “Don’t need this, huh? I mean, it’s not like an enormous badass muscle-cop would scream for help like a little bitch, right?” Carnitas focussed his eyesight as a wave of nausea from his tortured bowel ebbed. The body that loomed over him was no Colossus. Crisco had the same bird-like bone structure he’d always had, and plainly weighed no more than 150 lbs. But that body had been honed on a Steamroller whetstone til it was keen as a dagger. Muscles braided like steel wire criss-crossed his torso and arms. His abs were so crisp they looked beveled like cut diamonds. And that sadistic cock. As Steve felt his bruised muscles swell tight, skin stretching from the effects of the Piledriver-laced splooge, Crisco’s penis re-inflated in sync, ‘til it was thicker than both of the thug’s lean forearms put together. “Ready for round two, faggot?” “Help!! He’s going to kill me!!” Steve bawled as Vinny compressed his bloated calves in his claw-like hands, stretch marks zigzagging the flesh as he raised his legs. The ropey muscles of his corded arms hauled up the massive shanks of meat with ease, like he had pulleys spinning in his joints. He lined his softball-sized cockhead up with Steve’s still-spasming gape, and sniggered at the cop’s pathetic mewling. “Man, he said this drug was the shit, but I didn’t believe him.” “Who’s… ‘he’?” “He also said Tinker-Toy popped like a balloon. Didn’t believe that either ‘til I saw the vid.” “WHO’S ‘HE’?!” Carnitas screamed. “Wouldn’t you like to know,” he laughed. “Never thought I’d christen my new rape-pad with man-pussy, but your faggy high-pitched cries should test the soundproofing just as well as a bitch’s. Squeal as loud as you want, pig, this place is airtight.” “Not if you leave the door open.” Jonah Brick’s meaty hand clapped around the rapist’s neck. His thick fingers tightened around his throat like a hangman’s noose as he raised Crisco in the air, his feet kicking helplessly. “You got two seconds to give me a name,” Brick growled. He looked down on Steve’s swollen, broken form. “And I don’t even care if you answer.” “SSSSSSSSSSSSSStark—“ Vinny gasped, the gurgled word cut off abruptly by Brick shattering his larynx with his fingertips. The belly of his forearm bulged with crushing strength as, red-faced with rage, he macerated tissue and ground vertebrae to dust. Digging his thumbnail into the pulped flesh at the base of the rapist’s skull, Jonah flicked, popping Vinny Crisco’s head off his neck like a bottlecap. … Steve’s leaden limbs collapsed the moment he crossed the threshold of his apartment. From the floor, he kicked the door shut with his foot. “Made it,” he mumbled, as if Brick could hear him. “You gotta leave now, Steve, under your own steam,” his partner had urged as he’d cut the zip tie bonds at his wrists. “I gotta take out the trash.” Somehow Steve had managed to pull his clothes onto his ravaged body and stand while Brick rolled Crisco’s body up in a Persian rug. As he’d turned for the door, Brick had grabbed his arm. “Hey. Remember one thing. This was not your fault.” “Bullshit,” Steve said now as he pressed himself up onto his elbows. Slowly, he dragged his beaten carcass toward the bathroom. Pulling himself to his feet, he lurched in, avoiding his bloody reflection in the mirror. He snatched up a small leather case. With a great, wracking sob, he turned it inside out, dumping his vials of athenabol into the toilet bowl. He sat heavily on the lid as the toilet flushed, and pulled out his phone, opening Garrett Shaw’s contact. Camp Steamroller, he texted, I’m in. To be continued…

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 3: After we had fucked another two times, Frank and I rinsed off, then walked to the cafeteria. The other students were beginning to pour in after winter break, and the campus was abuzz with activity. Frank was wearing super-tight grey sweatpants, an even tighter XXL bodybuilder tshirt, and a black baseball cap. It looked like his clothes were about to rip. You could see every detail of his body in perfect definition, from his bubble butt to his nipples down to the head of his massive cock. He waddled into the dining hall. I walked beside him, self-conscious to even be seen with this muscle freak who towered over me. We looked like different species. This was the first time we had ever hung out together outside of our dorm. Sure, I'd bump into him occasionally on campus. He'd always be with some other hulking member of the football team. He would give me a wink, a bro-y nod, or a fist bump. ("Who's that?" I'd hear some hunky, 250-pound teammate asking as I walked away. "My roommate.") Apparently, Frank's rule on being seen with me had changed -- or the rule had never existed. I'm sure I looked strange standing next to him: a good six inches shorter, more than 200 pounds lighter, and unable to take my eyes off his bulging, twitching muscles. I soon realized it didn't matter. Frank drew so much attention, I may as well have been a ghost. The instant people noticed Frank, they went silent. Their minds were clearly blown. A nerdy freshman dropped his tray of food loudly, making a huge mess. We got in line, Frank ravenous and thinking only of his macros — not on the dozens of eyes watching him in disbelief. Without looking, Frank walked forward and bumped into a geeky, 5’7” sophomore boy in front of him. (Frank hadn’t noticed how nervous the boy was to be right in front of a muscle monster three times heavier than himself — though I had, of course.) As they collided, the kid’s head rammed right into Frank’s pecs (his single most oversized muscle group). The poor, closeted nerd stumbled back in a daze, his glasses askew. “Whoops. Sorry bro,” said Frank, looking down nearly a foot -- past his pec shelf -- to the nerd’s face. Frank was unfazed, not realizing he had given the skinny kid a memory he’d probably be jerking off to for years to come. I saw the nerd’s hands shaking as he reached for tongs. I watched Frank pile 12 chicken breasts, 10 hamburger patties, and two pounds of brown rice, and two cups broccoli onto his tray. His enormous hands made the tongs look ridiculous — like doll cutlery. The Mexican lunch ladies stared in disbelief; they barely came up to the middle of Frank's abs. I also noticed a group of jocks staring at Frank. "Holy FUCK, look at the size of him," one said. "You think that's steroids?" another one asked. "C'mon man, of course it is." “Yeah, look at those shoulders man.” "Dude, what the fuck, you can totally see his dick." (Frank, focused on heaping meat onto his tray, caught none of this.) You could see the fear in everyone's eyes as Frank carried his 10-pound meal into the dining room. I was nervous he'd see someone he knew, and I'd have to talk to one of his toxically masculine football jock friends. Fortunately, though, we sat down at a table alone. The bench screeched like it might break. Every table around us went silent. You could sense the other people trying to stare and eavesdrop inconspicuously. When he sat down, Frank's sweatpants couldn't contain his Mr. Universe-sized ass, which was left half-exposed in his white jockstrap. I'm not talking about a little crack. I mean a good 50% of his hairy bubble butt was fully on display. He didn't realize this, of course. I also noticed that his bright white shirt was starting to tear, right down the center of his back, revealing the slightly hairy traps underneath. Frank immediately began to devour his meal. Not like a pig -- more like a robot with a job to do. I had thought he might be stockpiling chicken and beef for later. Nope, I realized, he was going to eat this all in one sitting. Occasionally, he took a break from chewing to drink a swig of water. Otherwise he didn't say anything and barely looked up from his fuel. It struck me how even now, freshly showered and fully clothed, Frank’s musk was intense. "Frank, you might need to buy some bigger clothes," I said. "You think so?" he said, still chewing. "Well your shirt is starting to tear a little." "Ah fuck, I just bought this. Brand new. Biggest size they make." He kept chewing. "The thing is," Frank continued,"I've been bulking for a while. Was thinking of cutting soon. Maybe down to 350.” "I don't think you have much to cut. You have eight-pack abs." "Hmm." Frank pulled up his white shirt over his balloon-like pecs, his hairy nipples pointing straight down. His hairy, olive-skinned, washboard abs were revealed in all their perfection -- engorged as he was with food. You could feel the entire room's rapt attention on him. He counted his abs. "1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6..." (flexing) "7, 8. I guess you're right." Frank resumed eating wordlessly. He didn't realize -- or didn't care -- that his shirt was still rolled up over his pec shelf. Eventually the shirt fell back and covered most of his torso again -- to my relief, because I was self-conscious about the erection throbbing in my pants. After 20 minutes, Frank's plate was clean. Not even a grain of rice remained. "Fuuuck, I'm actually full," he said. He reclined back in the chair, stretched his 24-inch arms over his head in a relaxed way, like he had just finished a Sunday crossword. Then he casually popped a double bicep, just for a second, for me to see. The sharp peaks still astonished me. Then, for the first time since we had sat down, he actually looked me in the eyes. A moment passed. He didn't say anything, but his face was going a little red. I felt self-conscious until I realized that he was looking at ME with longing. Me?! "Um, James," he said, going even redder. "We might have a little problem." His eyes darted down to his own lap. I pretended to look for something under the table, and looked at Frank's crotch, where a throbbing, 10.5-inch erection was already forming a dark circle of pre-cum in his grey sweatpants. The shaft jolted out so far that it was half exposed. It could not have been more conspicuous or obscene. Every eye in the brightly lit dining hall was already on Frank. How were we gonna get him out of here? "Uh oh..." "Fuck," Frank said. "What are we gonna do?" I could tell he was really worried, but his tren-fueled lust was even more powerful. He was wheezing in the characteristic way he always did when he was horned up. He had no way to calm down his cock. "I have an idea." I picked up my tray like I was about to clear it, then deliberately spilt a full glass of soda and ice right onto his lap. The ice-water temporarily shrunk his hard-on into a mere 8-inch semi -- and it also hid the pre-cum stain on his grey sweats. "Oh no, I'm so sorry, dude!" I said. Frank acted upset, but I could see his relief. Although the "accident' drew even more attention on Frank than before, and his porn-star cock was more or less discernible in the wet sweatpants, he was able to escape the dining hall without a full-blown scandal. We got back to our cum-splattered dorm room and Frank more than repaid me for my savoir-faire. We fucked for hours. I came three times: once in his ass, once in his mouth, and once more in the crevasse of his swollen, furry pecs. — Afterwards, we lay in bed together cuddling. I squeezed my Incredible Hulk, nestled my face in his pits. “Mind shooting me up?” Frank asked. I was startled by how deep his voice sounded, but not by the request. I knew the drill. I would inject a dose of steroids into his right glute. At first, I had been shocked by this. Now I was used to the ritual, an expert at injecting gear. I was even a little turned on. “Sure, no problem.” “Hey James?” Frank asked, towering behind me, totally naked. Sticky, dried cum was splattered all over his body. The smell of his musk filled my nostrils. “What?” “Um. Never mind.” “No, what is it?” “You ever thought about doing some?” “Steroids?” “Yeah.” I paused. I really hadn’t. “To be honest, no.” “I was just thinking about how you’d look…If you put on about 70 pounds of muscle…You’re 5’9? I could juice you up to 230, 240 pounds in a year or so… The way you’re built, you’d pack on mass so quickly…Fuck…James…Oh my god bro…” I’d never seen Frank’s dick get hard so fast. Flaccid to hard in three seconds. It flew up perpendicular to his grotesquely swollen quads. His eyes were a little crazy as he looked down at me, fantasizing and scheming. He was wheezing again. “Picture us both all roided out,” he said, stroking his cock. “Posted up in here sophomore year, getting bigger and bigger. Horny all the time. Eating, lifting and fucking nonstop… both of us putting on 5 pounds of muscle every week…Picture how fucking hot you’re gonna look. How hot we’ll both look..holy shit… oh my god dude…” He blew a load all over the carpet. One of the biggest I had ever seen. My mind reeled at the dream he had shared, at how much it had turned him on — and turned ME on. I was just 18, and Frank was such a fucking beast it had never before occurred to me I could be anything like him, not until that moment. Despite my many misgivings about steroids, he had convinced me. I was now under his thrall, obsessed with muscle growth at all costs. That was the night my bodybuilding journey began.

The capacity for mixed feelings is a quality of a mature mind, @mario2007so I thank you. I do feel sorry for my Employee of the Month fans who have wandered in here and are like: What the fuck is this shit?

So kind of you to comment in detail, @DawnFire98, it’s been great to chat with you about the heart and cardio stuff which certainly adds a certain je ne sais quoi to the chase scenes. I love QT and I wish he would do a film with all gay characters. It might be a shitshow but it might rock. The diner scene really came out of wanting to start with an action scene, rather than go directly into another exposition-heavy briefing scene in the police station like in Chapter 2. If it’s not obvious, I am making this up as I go along (in writing lingo, I’m a pantser, not a plotter) and I had originally conceived that Steve and Jonah would take longer to warm up to each other. But once I decided to put Steve through the wringer, I thought he’d need a friend at his side. So who knows? Going crazy is a classic horror trope, because it’s something so many people fear. So the “voice in his head” thing goes along with that. I’ve tried experimenting with different genres and dialogue styles in my fiction so far on MG.N and I love that the flexibility of fetish fiction let’s me get that kind of practice.

#Recording file M - 2908 "I... i can't help but moan. Orgasm... with some pain." "It happened every time my body got bigger, which then activated my orgasm more intensely. First of all, the legs." "Oh my goodness! The thin, wrinkled legs I once had were no longer there, and in their place were healthy legs with huge, muscular thighs and calves. Huge muscles work in harmony to show off each other's greatness, and snake-like veins stand out on the legs. My skin was as smooth as when I was in my 20s. No, it was much healthier and softer than my skin was in my 20s!" "This transformation wasn't just about my legs. Every time the red power essence of the young man in the bathtub flowed into my bathtub, and each time it was absorbed into my skin, my body became hotter and bigger. My chest grew and bulged, and my slim abdomen became thicker and firmer, soon revealing strong ten abs. My shoulders and back suddenly became wider and stronger, and my pale skin became healthy and smooth. My body gradually began to resemble the giant muscles of a young man. Yes, in just a moment I will be an 8 foot tall muscular bodybuilder." "And I felt my power essence flowing out of my body and into the bathtub next to me. It was blue and so fragile. Each time it was absorbed into the young man's body, the young man's body gradually became smaller. His chest, which was bigger than anyone else's, dried up and his abs disappeared. His shoulders and back narrowed, and his healthy tanned skin turned pale. The young man will soon be five feet tall, thin and frail, just like I used to be." "As you can see, we are exchanging each other's power essence. This was possible thanks to my research results. However, the unfortunate thing is that we cannot change our age. That is, my body from the neck down was young and strong, like that of a young man, but my head and face were still the same as those of a man in his 90s: a wrinkled white beard and an old face full of hair. Still, there were some good points. The healthier my body became, the more changes I noticed in my old hair and face. The wrinkles remained the same, but the tanned skin became firmer, healthier, and more attractive. My once sparse white hair has now grown voluminously, long and even shiny, covering my back. "There are no more helpless, useless old scienti-" *Crack!* *Crack!* "Ugh! Argh!" *Crack!* *Crack!* … ... "Ah… haha… I'm sorry, I suddenly got bigger again." "Okay, now I'm pretty close to 8 feet. The experiment will end in exactly 3 minutes. And I will become a perfect elder bodybuilder…" "So just a little more…"

Excellent chapter

Damn, I hate libertarian, coke addicted, right wing billionaires named Lonnie Mucus. I have a feeling I'm going to hate every chapter of this story I can't wait to read. I hate that I think I'm going to love the story despite my left of center inclinations. If only Mucus had a poorly run social network on which to post my unvarnished, unhinged tantrums about this un-American plot! Off to my Edison Model Z EV to compose my post.

It's hard for a pig to grow alone and his libido he will need it to keep up

Ever since he had hit puberty, Hank had been an alpha. His dad got him into lifting weights when he was twelve, and his strength and size took off. By the time he was 15, he had a 48” chest and was benching 405. He swaggered around school like he was a god, which is exactly how he felt, and how most of the kids treated him. His swollen ego was also fed by the fact that his dad was a very wealthy pig farmer, who also owned half the county and a ton of real estate in Atlanta. By the time he was 17, the assistant football coach was sick of the hillbilly rich boy attitude, and decided to teach the him a lesson. The coach was a beefy bruiser, who had once been a competitive arm wrestler of some renown. So one day, in front of the whole team, he challenged Hank to a friendly match. Hank had never arm wrestled before, but he just shrugged and said, “Sure, whatever.” Unfortunately for the 35 year old coach, his strength was no match for the jacked up teen. Hank beat him with such ease, they were both surprised. Down went the coach’s right hand, bam, to the table. Delight spread across Hank’s face, and he slowly stripped off his shirt. “Jeezus,” muttered the coach. He’d seen a lot of jocks in his time, but never one that looked chiseled out of Georgia granite. “Again,” said Hank, putting his arm back up. He’d just finished doing 100lb dumbbell curls, and his upper arm bunched up like a melon. The coach couldn’t back down now. He reluctantly put his hand into Hank’s. Then BAM, down went his arm, even harder this time. “Gawd dammm, this is fun!” crowed Hank. “Now the left arm,” he said eagerly, flexing his arm and kissing the peak before softly setting his elbow on the table, a big smirk on his face. They matched up again and went. Hank wrenched the coach’s wrist till it made a crackling sound, then slammed him to the table. He laughed in the coach’s face. “Little pussy,” he sneered, then he flexed his solid 18” farmboy arms. “Little fuckin’ pussy.” The coach went red-faced with humiliation, and slunk away. The next day, as news spread thru the school of Hank’s total domination, the coach submitted his resignation. After that, Hank got into arm wrestling in a big way. At first, he just showed up to every local competition he could find. Many of them were at dive bars, where he was already built better than any of the bouncers. Between his swagger and the musk coming off his imposing physique, it was easy for him to steal their girlfriends, and he loved doing it. Sometimes two or three a night. Every step of the way, he got better and bigger and stronger, secretly aided by the hormones that his pa had been feeding him since he was fourteen. The same ones Pa fed to his most prized hogs, some of which were now over 750lbs of musclebound pork. Hank jerked off to the thought of getting that fucking massed up, and it fueled his ego, his feelings of superiority, until by the time he was 22, he had become the swaggering dickhead that had sat down with Kurt for an interview. Now, at the barn, everything had been turned upside down for Hank. Sam and Kurt used his ass as their own personal cum bucket, trading him off like a toy, and he loved every second of it. He couldn’t believe how much he loved being plowed, especially by Kurt. He ached for Kurt’s huge member to turn his big squared-off boulder of an ass into prime pussy. They had taken him back to his hotel to get his stash of pills and gear, and he moved into the barn, sleeping in the hayloft, just like he used to do back on the pig farm. Kurt had started him on the herbal shakes, and within two weeks, Hank was up to 249lbs of strapping redneck muscle. The three of them lifted together every day, and when Sam and Kurt went to work, Hank lifted some more. He lifted until he was so bloated that he felt like his skin was going to split. All the gear pulsing thru him was making him grow broader and thicker. His bulging forearms pumped almost big as his bi’s. When he looked in the mirror he saw what his opponents were going to be seeing at his next competition. “Aw, yeah,” he thought with a cocky smirk. “Fuckin’ losers are gonna piss themselves.” When he imagined himself snapping arms like twigs, he spewed all over the mirror.

SETH A knock is heard on the door. The door opens and the UPS Man looks down and sees a 13-year old, caucasian teen. "Hello there, I have a package for John Sanderson. Is He home?" "Nope, sorry, I'm Simon Sanderson, but I'll sign." Simon Said. "Alright," said the UPS man. Simon signed the package and took it in. I wonder what it is. Simon took the package and read it. It was a Chronivac. He's heard about this on T.V. He decided to call his friends and have fun. But first, He's try it on himself. He quickly ran to his room and opened the package. The remote control was very simple in design and he wanted to try it. So, he put in his stats. 13/male/5'1/100lbs. He decided to age himself but to what age...... Simon clicked on 18 years old , he wanted to see what he would be like when he graduated from high school. First there was nothing, and it was silent, but simen felt odd. Simon got up out of his chair to see what was what. He noticed then that his pants were feeling small, a little short , and a little tight. "what?" he said , inspecting his pant leg, there he saw his angles and the bottums of his legs sticking far out of his jeans "woah, i wondeEEr.." just then his voice cracked, squeeking a high pitch in mid-sentance. His pants felt tighter still... As he wandered into the bathroom and stared at the mirror.There he found an older boy , maybe 14 maybe 15 looking at him , with intense eyes. it looked though simon was growing a little moustage over his upper lip, and then he seemed to have gotten even taller. his pant were now just too tight , he quickly shed his jeans. He then spoke gently at first "Holy...its working!" his voice much deeper now, still undergoing the effects of puberty. Hair was now sprouting quickly from his armpits, As he took his shirt off he notice his body had grown larger too... His arms and chest seemed less scrawny somehow. He watched in shock as his armpit hair fulled out. "jeeze, im getting hairy..." his voice deeper now, sounding more adult , more masculine. His legs were now sporting hair all over them , thickening by the moment, and growing darker , and longer.his sholders began to widen, become larger and more muscular. Simon was much taller now, he was about 5'7" and hitting a growth spurt. He wached his reflection in the mirror as it grew larger, taller, more manly. 5'9",5'10",6',6'1" he was now around his 17th year it looked , and hair started to spurt out of chest, Simon was starting to grow hair around his belly button, reaching higher to the middle of his stomach, still thickening , getting darker,...longer. the hairs sprouting out of his chest also thickened, speading across his whole chest and up towards his neck, his once pencil thin moustashe was now fully covering his upper lip, spreading now down to his chin, and up his jaw line, he looked like he was growing a little beard. His chest pushed out, his arms thickened. Simon now felt the full force of the testosterone surging though his young body. Finally 18 years old, now a hansome young man. Simon stood a total 6'2" with a thin, yet muscular body to match. Simon loved his new body, but wanted a little more, there was something he wanted to chnage... Out of order, I know Sorry After turning 18-- He never wanted to lift weights before, but all of a sudden, with the sudden increase of testorone, he wanted to become more manly, more buffed up. At age 13, he never took off his shirt much, but he immeditly headed to his dad's workout room..wearing nothing but jeans and boxers Simon sat at his computer popping out the CD and sticking it in the drive. As the program installed he pulled out the emitter and plugged it into the machine. Once installed the program pulled up and prompted Simon with a window. ‘Please select location for subject image or press take image and stand in front of the emitter.’ Simon didn’t have any pics of him on the computer so he pressed the button and stood shirtless in front of the emitter, 10 seconds passed and a picture of his bicep pose showed on the screen as new options pulled up with his stats already loaded in. ‘Kewl’ he thought to himself about the picture morphing program. Like a normal 13 year old Simon wanted to jump right into the program and not bother with instructions, but if he had, he might have seen what the GBS setting stood for. It was defaulted to B but as he was going thru the settings he slid the slide bar over to G. Simon selected 20 under the age and watched as all the stats compensated. He moved the height slider from 5’10” to 6’4” but instead of manually making changes all over Simon selected one of they preset body modifications - Swimmers Build. But being the 13 year old he was he says the body hair stat was now ‘hairless’ and currently only having a wisp of body hair he pushed the slider up to well above average. Another setting he didn’t understand was the circumcised setting, which was set at yes, but not knowing he moved it to no. Happy with all the settings Simon moved the mouse over to the same button. Clicking it a dialog box popped up ‘Change Duration’ he selected 3 minutes and then clicked ok, they ‘Revert After 24 hours’ was pre-checked and he quickly clicked past it. A new window popped up, ‘Saving - 3:00’ and the timer began to count down. A slight blue light shown out of the emitter as he felt a tingle throughout his body, thinking it might not actually be a morphing program after all, maybe it was changing him. He quickly shot out of the chair and ran to the bathroom to look at himself. Standing in front of the mirror he pulled up a double bicep pose and laughed at a sudden tickle flowing over his body. His body quickly started to compensate making his current 13 year-old body the body of what he would look like at 13 based off the new body stats. He dropped his shorts to see his tingling crotch, watching as pubic hair quickly filled in and a fold of skin began to move over his dick head. Lifting his arms he watched as underarm hair squirmed its way out. The tickle then moved to his ankles. Transfixed he watched as hair slowly spread out and moved up to knees. Scratching at his navel he felt a few hairs extend up to it. Simon closed his eyes as his nipples were tickled with a few fine hairs. Looking in the mirror he watched as thick peach fuzz covered his upper lip and thin side burns appeared. The mirror reflected back an extending body as a few inches of height were added, completing his initial change into the new 13 year old soon to be 20. “Kewl!” Simon said in a deeper voice “Woah.” The changes quickly resumed as his whole body began to feel strange again. His body slowly stretched longer as his balls dropped and gained a few hairs, testosterone causing his dick to begin to lengthen slowly. His stomach tightened as his shoulders widened. Looking at his legs he watched hair quickly thicken and scatter up his legs, while his pubic hair shot downward to meet it. Turning around he watched as the hairs moved up and across his ass stopping just above his waistline. Turning back around he saw tight pecs with hair beginning to grow between them, which was quickly joined with the navel hair that launched up his chest. Simon’s face had begun to harden, the peach fuzz quickly turned to a five-o-clock shadow as a goatee pushed itself out on his chin and his sideburns filled in. The line of hair on his stomach and chest had begun to spread outward, first overtaking his pecs, then his abs and stomach, and last his upper chest and shoulders; Simon could barely see the muscle under the thick rug. Looking at his large hands he watched as hair spread across them and up his forearms. As quick as it had started the tingling stopped and he was left with his hairy 20 year-old body. Cupping his cock and balls with one hand he flexed his other arm showing off to himself. Inside his cupped hand he felt himself growing, he was getting turned on by his body thanks to the G setting he selected. “Awesome” he spoke to himself in an even deeper voice, “But maybe a little too much hair!” Just then he heard what sounded like a faint knock at the front door…. ===================== BEN Benjamin is not a normal boy. He had some severe physical handicaps, that kept him from doing some things he wanted - however, his intellegence was very high, but his ADHD causes him to lose track of time easily. Recieving a UPS Package that was to be delievered to him was strange - he never Orders things from places, as nothing much really interests him. But, when he opens the package, he almost immediately could tell that this thing will change his life. He put the CD in, and scanned himself. His Data Came on in... Benjamin decided he wasn't going to go overboard on himself, because, he just wants to fix what has been messed up about himself. He deleted the ADHD and the rest of the problems he had. He also slightly added some weight, and upped his muscle tone a bit. He clicked Save Twice... Benjamin suddenly felt dizzy, as all the Roadblocks in his mind vanished at once, he quickly got back to his senses, just in time to see his muscles expand and he felt a little bit heavier. Afterwards, Benjamin smirked, as he had MANY Opportunities with this. Ben's friend Mike was on his way over... or at least he was when he called before the package had arrived. Mike had just broken up in a relationship and Ben knew that Mike felt awful. Then, a knock on the door. Meanwhile Ben was casually admiring his new body in the mirror. Ben walked happily shirtless over to front door. It was Mike. His dark hair was pulled back and he was wearing a gray T-shirt. Though Mike was the same age, he was about 3 inches shorter, and really skinny. He had a large nose and a small forehead and chin. Mike wasn’t exactly the most handsome guy in the world, and Ben knew that Mike was very insecure about his appearance and his size. Mike often made jabs at himself about his appearance, half-jokingly. "Hey" Mike said in his deep voice, "come in" Ben replied quickly "dude! Have you been working out? You look bigger, wider" "uhh, yeah, i have" Ben replied slowly. "I guess I should get a shirt on, I’ll be right back" Mike walked into the downstairs room as Ben went to his room for a shirt. When mike wasn’t looking, Ben pulled out his Chronovac. Mike's stats came up: 18/124/5'6 "He IS small...” Ben said quietly to himself. He left the machine on his dresser as he pulled out a tee shirt. It felt nice and snug around his more muscular torso. Especially on his chest. "Lets see" ...As he picked up the cronovac, Ben wondered what he should do. "Mike won't be too insecure for much longer" Ben mumbled to himself as he played around with the little machine. Ben began to mess with some of Mike's stats. He upped Mike's height to about 6', and gave him 50 pounds more muscle. He then proceeded to make Mike more handsome, and as a last touch, upped his confidence level. "Couldn't hurt." Ben shrugged. Then he called Mike in. "What, dude?" Mike said, walking into the room. Ben aimed the chronivac. "Just this." He pushed the button. "Ow! Dude, what was that?" Mike said, and then started to feel funny. He started growing taller, his clothes shifting to accomodate his new height. Then his body started inflating slightly, his abs and biceps pushing out and becoming more defined and apparent. In just a few seconds Mike was blessed with a great body. Then his face started changing, the features reorganizing themselves to be more appealing. Last of all, Mike felt a slight pressure in his head, unaware that his mind was changing. He unconsciously stood up straighter, appearing more confident. Ben suddenly felt slightly intimidated, for some reason. "Woah." Mike said, impressed. He swaggered around the room. "How did this happen?" The old Mike would have freaked out, but the new, more confident Mike accepted these changes as a good thing. "It was this machine I have. It's called the chronivac" "Cool! Can I see it?" Mike walked over and stared confidently at Ben, a disarming smile on his face. "Uh.. sure" Ben said, handing it over. He didn't want to refuse. Then Mike... Ben now had to look up to Mike to talk to him. Something he wasn’t used to. Meanwhile, Mike was looking down at the machine in his hands that had changed him. On it were several buttons and a small screen with a cursor. "So this is what it does,” Mike commented casually. "Uh... yeah... " Ben replied a little nervous. "Here, can I..." Then Ben moved forward and reached for the machine, but Mike pulled it away, Ben stepping back. "Hey, I can figure it out" Mike started to look at its options. Under the options menu there were all kinds of things, muscle, body hair, and appearance options. Unknowingly, Mike Scanned Ben, and his stats appeared on the screen: 18/5'10/165 Mike decided to return the favor to Ben. He pressed a few buttons and replaced 165 with 205, a gain of 50 pounds. Then Mike changed the height to 6' and set the timer for 30 seconds. Mike pulled back for a second, and aimed it quickly, and pressed enter. Ben was hit suddenly by the bold of energy. He felt it moving swiftly through out his body. His shirt started to feel a little tight. Ben realized quickly... he was growing. "...What are you... doing" he mumbled quietly. His chest was growing significantly larger, his pecs pushing out against the fabric of his already tight T-shirt. The sleeves started to crawl up his arms as his shoulders widened, exposing his growing biceps. His body felt like it was swelling up, but he was feeling heavier, more massive by the second. Soon, Mike noticed, Ben was practically at eye level, almost 6 feet in height, but he was broader already. Ben was outgrowing him in size. He also noticed how tight his jeans felt, Ben's thighs were getting considerably thicker. Ben's shirt was now constricting him, his large pecs showing through the fabric, and his big arms fully exposed. The shirt was far too small on him now. As his neck widened, filling with muscle, the collar too became constricting. His shirt was now bunched up midway up his stomach, exposing his tight 6 pack. Ben's shirt was stretched and was starting to come undone at the seems, now skintight on his torso. Ben, still in half-shock, couldn't help but look down at his large chest, which pushed out in front of him. "Dude! You’ve gotten big" Mike exclaimed, patting him on the arm. "You’re not scrawny either, you know." Ben replied slowly. "God, this shirt is too tight, help me get it off." "Dude, just rip it off, it's already starting to tear." Then Ben slowly moved his big arms over to his chest and started to pull on the fabric. He was amazed at how easy it was to tear his shirt, his big torso now fully exposed. "wow" said Mike, who was now quite impressed with Ben's new form. "I want to see what I look like in the mirror!" Ben moved slowly towards the bathroom, his jeans tightly rapped around his legs, making him walk stiffly. As he moved, Ben felt his new mass, feeling how heavy he was. "Whoa, I am Buff" he said amazed as he stared at his large figure in the mirror. "How much do I weigh now?" "Two oh five" replied Mike, who was still standing in the hallway. "Awesome!" Ben walked back out into the hall, his heavy and slow footsteps made the hard wooden floor creak beneath him. "Dude, This is fucking awesome!" Ben exclaimed. "Hey, let me see it..." Ben reached out his hand. Mike casually put the chronovac back into Ben's hands. "This is so fucking awesome" =================================== A little sidenote: Me thinks these be from the choose your own change archives?

Another short story found on an old cd from TWENTY years ago. Again,author unknown? FARMER MAN Jack’s dad was away for the week, leaving him alone to take care of the farm. His dad had to go buy some new supplements for the horses. The new experimental supplement they had for the horses made them stronger, but made them too big and they actually lost speed. Now there were cases of the supplement left in the barn, the bottles themselves looked like beer bottles. Neither of them knew what to do with the extra cases, but Jack was supposed to find a way to get rid of them while his dad was gone. The day after his dad had left, Jack was cleaning up the barn when he grabbed his beer bottle and took a swig. He swallowed hard and coughed loudly. It definitely wasn’t beer, it tasted like strangely sweet medicine. Taking a look at the bottle in his hand, Jack was shocked to find himself holding an opened supplement bottle. The strangest thing was he suddenly developed an erection. He was horny at most of the day but this one felt particularly potent to him. “Hmm…” the erection felt so good, Jack grabbed his crotch and without thinking took another swig of the bottle. Moments later, his crotch got even harder, pumping up against the front of his jeans. This was the strangest reaction Jack had ever heard of and Jack began getting dizzy and felt weak all over his body. Teetering awhile longer, Jack finally fell to the ground, feeling strangely pumped throughout his body but unable to move. His crotch throbbed harder against his jeans, making him moan with pleasure. He had no idea what was happening but wasn’t afraid at all. His balls seemed to pump ever greater and his muscles seemed to be being fed by his large genitals. A half-hour later Jack came into his jeans and he found he could move his body again. Stepping out of the barn and falling into his house, he started to examine himself. His pecs were plump, stomach was defined, and his arms and shoulders were swollen. Feeling the front of his jeans Jack was startled to find that the large bulge there hadn’t gotten any smaller since he had relieved himself. It seemed that cock and balls had gotten much bigger. Getting excited all over again, his crotch got even bigger. Jack rushed out of the house and towards the barn. He wanted more. Breaking opening the crates that contained the bottles, Jack’s eyes were met with dozens of rows of supplement bottles. Grabbing the first bottle, his forearms bulged and effortlessly twisted off the top of the bottle. Quickly downing the entire contents, Jack’s body was seized by an entire body orgasm. Collapsing again, Jack’s crotch popped his Jean’s buttons as they swelled twice as big. His muscles condensed and bulged, pumping in the same time as his balls. Pleasure sweeped across his muscled body and Jack looked with half-glazed eyes at the stacks of crates behind the one he had opened. ==================================================================================== Water is Essential for Musclegrowth “… and water makes up about 75% of our body weight.” Gary’s face slouched and his eyes drooped during Mr. Yawning’s lecture about water. School was almost out and of course Mr. Yawning had saved his most exciting lecture last. Which meant that it could almost be more interesting than watching molding bread, almost. Something wet hit Gary on the neck. Gary looked in the back to see Scott and Brent, the class clowns, trying to hide their laughing. His face turning red Gary turned back to his desk. One of these days he’d like to beat the crap out of Scott and Brent. He’d like to, except they were both pretty big and known throughout the school as pretty good fighters. “What’s wrong fag?” whispered Scott, “thought you saw the man of your dreams? Yeah, you like this don’t you?” Scott flexed his thick arm, and though he hated to admit it, Gary felt a slight stirring in his pants. Not only was he known as a good fighter, Scott was also one of the hotter guys in the school. Scott’s friend Brent tried to hold it in but couldn’t help the loud snickering escaping through his hand, making a few of the students look to the back of the room. Mr. Yawnings looked up from his gray textbook, “Is there a problem Brent?” Brent immediately stopped laughing and started looking stupid. “Well, I suppose that’s a no, shall we continue?” said Mr. Yawnings, he paused before continuing the lecture about water. Brent and Scott glared at Gary as if it was his fault. Gary knew he was going to get beat up after school. It wasn’t because Gary was some small and nerdy kid, quite the opposite, he was nearly failing math, and his lit teacher was getting suspicious of some of his assignments. And he wasn’t too disappointed with his body, he was in wrestling after all, but Scott and Brent were bigger and they were always together whenever they beat him up. Class finally ended and he started walking home, Gary planned on bulking up during the summer. Maybe he’ll grow big enough to take on both of those jerks. That’s when he remembered the package he had ordered weeks ago. Today was when he was finally going to get it! He ran towards his house, excited that perhaps he just might be able to beat up those jock jerks earlier than he had thought. He opened his mailbox, taking out brown paper wrapped package. Gary hurried inside while ripping away the paper. A bottle rolled out and Gary gazed at it, reading the label. “Hydro-Muscles! Specially modified water pills to help you gain muscle!” Gary followed the instructions and took a pill right away. The affects were supposed to be slow but should become stronger the longer he took the pills. Being rather impatient Gary decided to take two. Immediately new energy swept though his body, he needed to work out badly. Luckily, his wealthy parents had bought him a complete home gym and so he went downstairs to the basement and immediately started working out. He worked out nearly twice as hard and long as usual before he became aware of the time. He checked himself out in the mirror, not too bad, but he’d still get beat up the two jock jerks. Gary went to take a shower. Stripping off of his clothes he turned on the shower, jacking off his dick. It wasn’t fair that to go along with all those muscles, both of those jerks were massively endowed. While Gary had an average 6 inches both of those jerks had 8 inches and balls to match. He had to admit those two did give him some nice fantasies. Speaking of fantasies, Gary looked down at his body. “What the? What’s going on here?” Gary cried out, his body was definitely beefier than before he went into the shower. As he stared at his chest, he noticed it was still gently swelling. Gary quickly went out of the shower but before he tried to towel himself off, he noticed that he was already dry. “What the hell? Were those pills hallucinogens or something?” After a few minutes Gary reasoned out that it had started after he had gotten into the shower… plus the fact that he was completely dry when he got out. He decided to test his idea. Gary climbed the stairs to the kitchen where a plastic gallon container of drinking water sat on the counter. Unscrewing the cap, Gary hauled the water up to his mouth and started to drink. Even with the large gulps of water he was taking in, Gary wasn’t feeling full at all… just strangely turned on. Before he knew it, the plastic container was empty. Gary could feel the growth in his muscles as his body absorbed the water. Gary smiled… bulking up this summer will be easier than he thought. Over the next few weeks Gary switched off between working out and drinking water, he didn’t want to seem too suspicious to people. But even while being careful he couldn’t help indulging himself with a bit more water than he had planned to drink. His muscles continued to grow while he took the water pills. His parents were still away and Gary couldn’t wait to see the looks on Scott and Brent’s faces. However, Gary forgot that Scott and Brent wouldn’t be the only ones training. One day, when Gary was out jogging he looked over to see Scott and Brent wrestling around. Scott looked up and pointed to Gary… “Whoa… I see the little fags been working out.” Brent called out. Gary couldn’t believe how much they had grown, definitely roid work. The two walked over to Gary, who could see that he wouldn’t stand a chance against them. The two proceeded to beat up Gary, unlike before though he did manage to fight back and get in a few good hits. Back at home, Gary’s mouth was tight on the hose… still bleeding and bruised up. His blood was on fire; he hated those two so much now! His hand twisted on the knob, allowing more water pressure. His body swelled and swelled, the arm holding onto the hose bulged with biceps. His rage seemed to add to his growth, his wet shirt twisted and stretched tight over his bulging chest and widening back. He didn’t even notice that his jeans were ripping away at his legs, his crotch swelled with mass… but unknown to Gary, the two jocks had sneaked into his house.... "Well, what do we have here?" The End

Hey guys. Perhaps sadly, this will be the final chapter, which is a considerably longer one. I’ve enjoyed presenting to you “Jolias & Mike,” as I hope that you’ve enjoyed reading it. You’ve all been such great ‘dudes’, giving me ‘likes’ and encouragement, which I thank you all so much for. A special shout-out goes again to pasidious, who was a great help to me in my writing of this version of Jolias’s and Mike’s love story………Dennis GRAND FINALE As Jolias pulled me into the bathroom I stumbled a little, and as I regained my balance, I heard the door shut and the lock turn. I spun around and saw him standing there, his back against the door, as though he thought the lock wouldn't be enough and he needed to hold it shut. He had a different expression on his face. His eyes were focused, intense, like he was thinking hard about something. He even seemed nervous about his next move, something I was not familiar with in Jolias. "I need for you to see something," he seriously stated, as he stepped away from the door. It wasn't a large room, but big enough, since it was equipped for handicapped accessibility. "Something that requires the bathroom?" I asked, my voice shaky. My nerves were on edge, which mimicked his. I didn’t know what was going on. Why such seriousness? "I wanted privacy," he stated matter of factly, then suddenly started pulling down the zipper of his hoodie. I felt myself stepping backwards, perhaps to get the best view of maybe, I hoped, to be the ripped muscular physique that Jolias had and was finally now going to reveal. I watched him unzip in what seemed like an achingly slow manner. "Just..." he started to say something but stopped, then yanked it all the way down in a swift motion. As his hoodie was now separated down the middle, I could see more of his very tight black garment underneath. A tee-shirt? I saw abs poking through the thin fabric, and my mouth began salivating. He had abs! And not just the barely-there type. They were showing through his very tight-fitting shirt against his waist of maybe 30 inches tops. My breath caught in my throat, and I could see him eyeing me, reading my reaction, really studying me. His eyes narrowed just a bit, and I started to worry about what type of behavior I might exhibit that wouldn’t please him. Obviously he wanted me to like what I saw, and so far I was liking what I saw very, very much. I wanted to react honestly but also in the way that made my Jolias the happiest. This “need for me to see something” was obviously very important to him. I swallowed the drool I'd already accumulated from seeing such sexy defined cobbled abdominals and focused on keeping myself together. He then shrugged the hoodie off entirely in a swift motion and I saw that my instincts of him being a muscle-beast were right all along! He was wearing a form-fitting black tee-shirt with white lettering of what I think was the brand logo near the top. His etched abs were poking through, and there were easily six chiseled bricks there showing. My eyes, traveling north just a bit, saw next his bulging massive beautifully-developed pecs, then his cannon-ball sized muscle-capped striated deltoids showing through the tight shirt. His amazingly developed traps were next, and then, oh my god, now I was looking at his enormous beautifully-bulging biceps and thick veiny forearms. The kind of arms you don't even need to see flexed to know they belonged to a muscle-god who really worked-out a lot, definitely way into the advanced bodybuilder-category of muscle-guys. And that thick cephalic vein running down his biceps, as well as the sexy muscle separation between his deltoids and biceps, lowered my jaw a little more as I breathed in excitably at what I was viewing. And, of course, you know, my dick was enlarging, and would soon for certain be in the leaking realm. He turned to hang the hoodie on the hook attached to the back of the door. That action gave me a glimpse of his lats as they flared, and my gasp, at seeing that, got his attention as he then turned quickly to smile at me. This got me a front row seat, or standing room only, view to see a bulging sexy very-lean horseshoe/croissant in his triceps. Jolias then crossed his arms in an X in front of himself, gripping the bottom hem of his tee-shirt, and then, with just some difficulty getting it over his massive chest, pulled it up over his head and placed it on the same hook that the hoodie was on. As he turned back toward me I heard myself moan. If a gasp is air being sucked in, this was definitely exhaling air with a breathy voice of pleasure. And I couldn't stop myself. Jolias was just standing there, his hair slightly disheveled now falling sexily onto his forehead. His physique was suddenly fully exposed, exquisite-looking and ‘hot as fuck’ times a thousand. The sun had nothing on him. My cock, fully hard, had now begun its expected leaking process. This time, however, I swear, I may have even been close to involuntarily coming. But I held off as hard as I could as I stared at Jolias’s magnificent muscularity. He looked as if I had commissioned a muscle-morph artist to render for me what I considered the most beautifully muscular man and placed him in front of me. His physique had literally no visible fat-content, just huge solid bulging striated muscles everywhere and perfectly proportioned. His Adonis belt was amazing, something that always made me want to jizz in my pants whenever I so much as looked at one, of course before only on the Internet. But this one was my Jolias’s, who I now finally saw had the sexiest contest-ready and winning bodybuilder physique imaginable. Jolias heard my gasps and moans, gave me several seconds to adjust my eyes to his phenomenal muscular development, then moved closer to me. I watched his muscles shifting and sliding erotically in that slow, cat-like, action. Then he pressed his muscular hand onto my entire slender chest and pushed me gently to the wall where he then pulled off my shirt. With my naked upper-body fully exposed to him now, it initially gave me the jitters, not knowing if he’d like my slender, very non-muscular, body. But when I saw him smile approvingly down at what he saw, and I was relieved. He then put both his hands on either side of me on the wall, trapping me there. His massively muscular bulging arms were just an inch or two from my head. His face was just a mere few inches from mine and I heard our breathing and my heart pounding in my chest, and nothing else. We said nothing for several seconds. His eyes were intense and bright and looked down at me lovingly. He seemed to look again like the Jolias I knew before the nervousness and anxiety exhibited before. He then, in his deep voice, finally broke the silence. "Check this out, little dude." he said as he brought his right arm up into a major bicep-flex. And FUCK. The softball-sized sexy peak of muscle that was so huge and so defined, with a very indented split, was just a few inches from my nose. For several seconds I couldn't move, overwhelmed by what was the ultimate in my sexual fantasies playing out right in front of me. My desire to touch him was great as well as my need to tell him just how much I loved what he’d achieved in developing this magnificently muscular, sexily-ripped physique. So, I reached both my hands up and gripped his huge perfectly-shaped ball of biceps muscle and caressed and then squeezed it. It was so rock hard to the touch that I moaned an “oh my god.” My reaction was exactly what he was looking for as he gave me the slight curve of a smile on his lips. He then straightened out his arm and flexed his enormous biceps again, and it achieved an even more defined and seemingly slightly higher peak than before. One of my hands was on the peak of his biceps, the other on his triceps, as I caressed both and then went in to kiss the peak, and then lick it. I slobbered on his upper arm as he continued flexing. He loved watching my excited reaction to his muscularity, as he then cockily twisted his wrists, causing his biceps to dance for me, taking on new sexy shapes. I was in muscle heaven and loved touching him more than anything else in the world. After making love to his biceps, I freed one hand to run it down his bulging solid pectorals as he danced their striations for me. I began moaning louder, so sexually charged by what he was doing and how they felt. His smile grew and his usual cocky confidence was in full bloom. “Jolias, you are the fucking hottest man I have ever seen by far in my life. You have developed the most exquisite muscular physique that is the absolute perfection for what really gets me off.” I wanted him to viscerally know just how overwhelmed I was with what he accomplished with his bodybuilding. “Little dude, nothing you could have said would have made me happier. Would you wanna see me get even bigger?" he asked. “Would you want to help me in my training for the Teenage Mr. Olympia contest coming up soon?” I was breathless. Making Jolias happy was of extreme importance to me. “FUCK yes,” I said as I looked up at him and he gave me one of his knockout handsome smiles, white teeth, dimples and all. But I promised myself that I'd do something the next time we were this close together. I lifted my chin up and his face came to mine as our lips met and we kissed. One of his hands fell and reached for my ass, and, like I was a weight being lifted by him in the gym, Jolias raised me up several inches for my face to meet his evenly. His other hand reached up and gripped the back of my head, while my hands felt his soft dark hair. Each of us pulled the other even closer, if that was possible, enjoying the taste of each other’s lips, mouths and tongues. I groaned in great pleasure as one of my hands now fell to one of his striated deltoids, and thrilled to the strumming of my fingers over such sexy rippling muscle. Then, suddenly, Jolias raised me up several more inches and leaned in to give one long lick diagonally across my stomach to my chest and ending at my neck which he gave a very wet kiss. Actually, it was a hickey, a first for me! “Mmm, you’re so delicious,” he said, looking at me, and then lowered me so we were aligned for another passionate kiss once again. Lip-locked, both of our arms wrapped around each other, we moaned loudly in sexually-excited bliss, both in the early stages before erupting. I felt that I was in the safest place in the world as I was being gently crushed into his sensuously hard musculature. I then felt his hand, that was still holding me up by my ass, began squeezing, seemingly or obviously, testing it for a future penetration by him. My hand, which was on his soft hair, now began to explore the expanse of his back and felt their muscles that were knotted and hard and rippling with his movements. Giving me the friction that I wanted, my hard cock rubbed against his hard and large, yes, bodybuilder-dick, down there. I was certain I couldn’t hold off coming much longer. I had seen his enormous dick’s outline yesterday in class, and quickly reached down to grip it now for the first time. "Mmmm" I moaned into his mouth as our tongues intertwined and dueled. My comment on feeling his manhood would have been "holy fuck," but I couldn't speak and I wasn't about to break this amazing kiss with my muscle-stud just yet. His cock was thick, hard and warm, just like his muscles, but it was also very long. I had hit the jackpot in the ultimate fantasy man: tall, handsome, very muscular, big-dicked, sweet, funny, sensitive, and masculine. And it appeared, amazing to me, that he was quite smitten with me as well. Very eager to attack the feast below me, I nudged him to lower me down. As I made the slow descent, I kissed and licked my way down the many-course meal of his traps, pecs, lats and abs. I knew that I’d soon be getting to dessert, his muscular jaw-breaking dick. He put me to the floor and I immediately got to my knees to desperately get to my dessert. I undid his painted-on jean’s button, zipped down his fly, then needed both of my hands to get it out. It was hot and sticky and the largest dick I’ve ever seen by far. But, voila, there it was, staring at me a few inches from my mouth. His dick’s proportionally enormous and slurp-able crown, which was also so beautifully shaped, was dripping pre. As I stroked myself with one hand, my mouth and other hand went immediately to it where my tongue quickly grabbed at the delicious leaking pre-cum. I then went for the underside of his manhood, lovingly licking up and down, causing now loud moans from Jolias. I did this for a while, but then Jolias put a muscular hand to the back of my head to redirect me to his cockhead. I did what he ordered and then devoured the bodybuilder-dick’s massive crown, which hit the back of my throat, and then some, me drinking down all of the delicious pre-cum cream Jolias emitted. I then used both of my hands to pump his very thick and lengthy shaft as I continued to ravenously suck my bodybuilder’s cock. It didn’t take long and I looked up and saw Jolias’s head was tilted back, and, as he flexed a Grand Teton Mountain biceps, I heard a loud "Uunngh" yelled by him as he was beginning his orgasm. Sucking his enormous dick, the thrill of giving my bodybuilder the pleasure he deserved, and watching him now cockily flex his biceps as he orgasmed, was all that I needed. I couldn’t hold back any longer myself and now both of us were writhing in wonderful simultaneous ejaculations, screaming out, and not caring who might hear us. When I finished milking him and then licking my muscleman’s dick clean, I stood up and we gently kissed again. We then looked at each other with loving smiles and we both knew that this was it. Our insecurities about fearing that the other would not be fully attracted to our respective bodies couldn’t have been further from the way we each actually felt. We left the bathroom, and both of us grabbed the other’s hand, entwining our fingers together, something I wanted to do earlier, but couldn’t. We walked back to our awaiting, now cold, food, which was still being watched for us. We didn’t talk, just looked into each other’s eyes as we held hands under the table, and wolfed down our meals. Our eyes said ‘I love you’ to each other, but it was maybe too soon to actually articulate that. When finished, we then bolted out of our chairs and dashed to his dorm room for a comfortable bed to do much more love-making. THE END

The barn turned out to be Sam’s favorite place to train. He could do two hours of squats without having to worry about hogging the squat rack. He kept buying more weights, and used them to keep increasing his previous record. He challenged himself to squat until he puked, and then he could go outside and wretch his guts out without bothering anyone. Afterwards, his abs would spasm from the exertion, and his absurdly pumped legs would barely function. He’d hobble over to the Subzero refrigerator he and Kurt had installed. The only thing inside it was shelves full of antique glass bottles filled with the herbal concoction from Kurt’s ranch. Sam would down a bottle, then go over to the mattresses and crash out for a twenty minute power nap. When he would wake up, his legs were more pumped than ever, but they were no longer sore. He’d feel the veins that snaked down his quads, feeding his muscle. Then he’d grope his own ass and enjoy the hardness of it, the size of it. He swore his butt was gaining an inch of muscle with every leg workout. One day when he woke up from his nap, Kurt was standing over him. “Wake up, Sleeping Beauty,” Kurt said. Looking up at the towering, strapping sportscaster from the mattress on the ground was disorienting enough, but as Sam’s eyes focused, he saw the Kurt was holding something by his side. Something big. “I brought you a Valentine’s gift,” said Kurt proudly. He was holding a thick rope. A rope he had used to hogtie Hank with and bring him to the barn. The big arm wrestler had an apple stuck in his mouth and looked like a pig, ready for the spit. Kurt was holding him off the ground like a gym bag. “Oh my god, you didn’t kidnap him, did you?” Sam asked, sitting up. “Well, he didn’t exactly want to come voluntarily. So I used a little…coaxing. I decided to hogtie the little hog farmer.” He started lifting Hank up and down by the rope, using the 240lb meathead for one-arm curls. Hank was trying to talk, but the apple was wedged in deep, so all he could do was make grunting sounds. He did sound like a pig. He kind of looked like a pig too, with his pug nose, beady eyes, and ruddy, rounded face. Kurt walked over to the boxing ring and tossed him in. Kurt climbed in after him, and started untying him. “Come on in, I wanna watch you play with your new toy,” he said to Sam, as he tossed the rope aside and stripped Hank’s clothes off. Hank stood up, buck naked, a big bloated sack of over-roided muscle with a big set of pig nipples capping his broad chest. He took the apple out of his mouth. “I’ll get you for this,” the naked arm wrestler hissed. “Kurt, he’ll go to the police,” said Sam, walking over to the ring. “Nah,” scoffed Kurt. “What’s he gonna tell them, that the big scary man took him away for a boxing match? That’d be great for his reputation as a tough guy arm wrestler. Besides, he dropped out of the competition, claims his arm is injured, so what else does he have to do with his time? He didn’t come all the way from Georgia just to wank in his hotel room.” Sam climbed into the ring and looked Hank over. He had to admit, he was loving the idea of sparring with the cocky bloated juice head. Sam had been honing his skills, sparring with Kurt, and some guys from his gym. He discovered that his reflexes were faster, his punches more accurate, than when he was in college. And his strength, well, he had three times the strength he’d had back then, plus a hundred pounds more muscle to back his punches with. “I tell you what,” he said to Hank, “you do ten minutes of bare knuckle sparring, and I’ll take you back.” Hank looked at the handsome face across from him, and decided he could mess that pretty boy face up real good. All his years of training for arm wrestling, and he had forearms that were bigger than most guys’ biceps. One good punch, and he could smash his nose in. Then he’d go after the big freak that kidnapped him. Hank put up his fists and said, “Ok, deal.” But then Sam pulled off his oversized hoodie and tossed it out of the ring. “Fuck,” said Hank, his eyes widening, as he soaked in the vision of Sam’s 280lbs of shredded, veiny muscularity. Sam made his muscles ripple up and down, the fibers popping out all over, tight as harp strings. “Jeezus fuck,” said Hank, backing up. But before he had a chance to flee, Sam was on him, jabbing him with rapid fire body shots. Sam’s fists landed on the bulky farm muscle until Hank’s thick torso was welted and red. “Hit him back, Champ,” encouraged Kurt, and Hank took a couple of wild swings which Sam dodged like he had Spidey sense. knocking Hank off balancing and down to the mat. Sam helped him up, then let him hit him with some body shots, but Hank’s thick arms were no match for the armor plated torso of the musclebound weatherman. Especially his abs. Repeated blows to Sam’s midsection produced no results for the hapless arm wrestling champ. Then Sam returned a series of punches to Hank’s face, not hard enough to break bone, but hard enough to sting. Hank tried to block the blows with his hands, but Sam just maneuvered around him and kept jabbing, disorienting the younger man. Overwhelmed by the blows, Hank’s hands fell, and Sam kept jabbing, one stinging punch after another, until Hank’s knees gave out and he crumpled to the mat. They had been sparring for less than three minutes. Sam hadn’t even broken a sweat, but it was pouring off Hank and puddling around him. Sam knelt down beside him. “You ok, dude? You don’t look so good.” Hank was trying to remember where he was. Kurt threw a towel into the ring, and Sam started toweling Hank off. Hank’s body odor was rank, but it was turning Sam on. And as Sam rubbed down Hank’s balls, Hank groaned. He felt confused. Normally he would clock a guy for touching him anywhere, let alone his balls, but this was turning him on. Sam ran the towel down Hank’s ass crack, and Hank groaned more. Hank’s butt was furry, broad, and solid. A concrete block of ass. No one had ever touched it before, and it was making him bone. Sam tossed the towel aside and started massaging Hank’s hard glutes with his hands. “This is not my scene,” Hank said unconvincingly. “Ok,” said Sam. “Then how about this?” Sam rammed his index finger into Hank’s hole. “Oh fuck,” said Hank, his sphincter muscle clenching around Sam’s finger. Sam pushed in deeper and started flicking Hank’s prostate. Hank almost came. “Oh my fucking god,” he gasped. “Yeah? You like that? You want me to keep going?” asked Sam. “Oh fuck yeah. Go. Go go go.” “If you like this, I got something that’s gonna make it feel even better,” said Sam, whipping out his dick with his free hand. As he stroked himself hard, Hank looked back and saw the size of it. His sphincter twitched with fear and anticipation. He didn’t understand what was happening to him, but Hank flopped his arms over the bottom rope of the boxing ring, and the formerly cocky alpha presented himself to Sam like a beta baboon. From outside the ring, Kurt had been stroking himself too, as he watched Sam enjoying his Valentine’s present. He grabbed a bottle of posing oil they used for Sam’s contest prep, and tossed it to Sam, who used it to lube his eleven inch cock. Then he proceeded to breed his Valentine, brutalizing Hank’s oversized roided ass for the next hour and a half. When he finished, Sam pulled Hank off the ropes and flipped him onto his back on the mat. He straddled his new toy. Hank’s breath smelled like Red Bull and Skoal, neither of which Sam liked, but he found himself wanting a taste. He leaned down and kissed the battered redneck on the mouth. Hank couldn’t believe he was being kissed by a huge muscle dude and liking it so much. He couldn’t believe he just took a huge dick up his ass and liked it so much he was aching for more. His whole body throbbed in pain, but he liked that, too. He felt up Sam’s huge arms and flaring back muscles as they kissed, and he started getting hard again. All that size and power controlling him like a toy. He didn’t want it to end. And now, the massive hairy beast that kidnapped him was climbing into the ring, and headed over to them, looking like he was ready to own them both. Best Valentine’s Day ever.

Victor looked out over the cold night air, smiling broadly. It was freezing cold outside, and he had his winter gear on. He looked down the street, then over the snow-capped mountains. He was looking forward to the snow. So, when he stepped outside, he began walking down the street, his clothes hugging his body tightly. Nothing was left up to the imagination. Even his huge shelf of a set of pecs were defined nicely through his winter coat. He walked down the street, his bulge bouncing with each step, as he headed to his favourite spot - the gay club. He stepped inside, and everyone instantly cheered that he was hear. The man chuckled, before he pointed his thumb at the door that led to the VIP rooms. "If anyone wants some "eggnog" to fill themselves up, I'll be in there." He stepped into the VIP room, stripping down in the thankfully heated room. His huge, muscular body, and fat, 24 inch cock were out in the open, exposing himself to the warm air of the room, as a gorgeous young twink entered the room. He slipped between Victor's legs, and took all of that cock into his mouth, bobbing his head hungrily. He looked up at Victor, who smirked at the twink. "Mmm, someone is hungry." He groaned out, gripping the twink's hair, and began facefucking him hard. He sighed happily, before he slammed his hips forward, forcing the twink to chug down his load, making the belly of the twink's jacket push outwards around his expanding belly. Victor smirked, his huge arms up behind his head in a sexy flex. "Send in the next one."

Sabian smiled at his boyfriend, Zeke. Zeke was a bodybuilder, with several Mr Olympia awards under his belt. Sabian crawled into bed with Zeke, nestling in against his own gentle giant. He planted a kiss on Zeke's cheek, rousing the man from his slumber. Zeke smiled at Sabian, before pulling him into a tight hug that hurt Sabian a little. But he didn't mind. He knew that his boyfriend didn't mean to hurt him. He was just bad at judging his own strength. "Morning, babe. Had a good sleep?" "Heh, yeah, daddy." Zeke chuckled, finding Sabian's nickname for him adorable. He grinned a bit, groping Sabian's big, round ass. "Mmm, well, daddy thinks that you give him your ass." Sabian giggled. The twink rolled over, and slapped his big, round ass. Zeke chuckled, plunging his 24 inch cock into Sabian's ass. He began thrusting nice and slow, while Sabian reached back, gripping Zeke's nipples, squeezing them gently, and tugging on them. Zeke groaned happily, thrusting a bit harder, before Sabian rolled, wrapping his legs around Zeke's waist. Zeke laid back, and began bouncing Sabian up and down. Sabian ran his hands up Zeke's abs, then squeezing Zeke's pecs. He leaned down, sucking on one of the nipples, gently biting, before Zeke lifted his arms. Sabian gripped Zeke's arms, feeling the powerful muscles, before he leaned down, kissing Zeke's armpits. Zeke chuckled, before he rolled over, pinning Sabian under him. He began roughly slamming his lap against Sabian's ass. "Mmm, you like this body? This is the body of a real man. And you've got the body of a real breeding bitch." Sabian groaned out happily, loving the insult and affection from his boyfriend. "I-I'm just a bitch!" Zeke smirked, before he yelled out, flooding Sabian's guts with cum. He sighed happily, pulling out, causing Sabian's ass to leak copious amounts of cum. Sabian stayed in this ass up position, recieving a kiss from Zeke, who stroked his ass. "I love you, my little bitch."

The two guys walked along the beach, holding each others hands. They were enjoing a gorgeous sunny day on the beach, letting the sun wash over them as they did so. The smaller of the two, Will, looked at his husband, Henry, and smiled. Henry noticed that Will was looking at him, and turned his gaze to his husband, and smiled back. The pair exchanged a kiss, and Henry tugged Will against his side, smiling wider. "Heh, ya know, I could tell you how to get big like me." "Nah, that's your thing. I get to be your twunk. And I like that you can carry me so effortlessly, babe." Henry chuckled softly, before he scooped up Will effortlessly, as mentioned, and held him bridal style. Henry smirks a bit, winking at Will. "Oh yeah? Then why are you the top in our relationship?" Will shrugged a little bit, before he stroked Henry's pecs. "Cause you love my fat cock in your fat ass?" Henry smiled, before he set Will down. The pair connected hands again, and kept walking along the beach. Will stepped closer to Henry, relaxing against him. Henry smiled at Will, leaning against him as the pair walked, sighing lovingly. He looked out over the ocean in the light of the setting sun. "I love you, Will."

Here comes the 4th chapter of the story. Hope it was worth the wait. More muscle worship to come in the next chapter. Enjoy! Chapter 4 - Cum for your mate, boy… Upon finishing the recording, Thomas quickly called his dad, hoping to get a more reasonable explanation from him. Thomas knew something was wrong just from the moment he heard his father’s voice from the memo, it was deep and foreign. However, how his father talked was the same, especially when he called him “sport” when talking to each other. Besides that, Edward always left a note that could be easily found, or a quick text message, whenever he needed to leave urgently. And why would he send a voice recording instead of calling him? He kept on calling his dad, but no one answered, further increasing his anxiety. Growing frustrated as well, he sent numerous text messages to his dad. And once again, not a single reply. Being fully desperate, Thomas asked for his friend again to drive him back to his home. Before they drive, his buddy showed him a recently viral video taken just hours earlier. “Hey Tom, have you seen this video? Jesus Christ, those biceps are huge! This guy must be at least 500 lbs or more.” his friend exclaimed while showing the clip. Edward temporarily shifted his attention to the video. And it shocked him as well, for this guy must have been the biggest stud he had ever seen in his life. The video showed a gigantic hairy muscle-bound man lifting and grunting weights that must have weighed double his size. People were cheering the big man with various compliments and whistles. Some are even bold enough to jack their cocks off while watching the behemoth lift. But what shocked Thomas the most was when the hairy colossus spoke with his deep and manly voice. “Yeah, see these muscles grow bigger with each pump. Yes, keep pumping your tiny pricks while watching your alpha pump his body with more mass…” Thomas was speechless, the man on the video had the same deep voice that his father had when he arrived at his bedroom last night and from the voice message he received earlier. Thomas snatched the phone from his friend’s hand to take a closer look at the man in the video. The recording was clear and close enough for Thomas to inspect the giant’s rugged face. A face so masculine and handsome that it almost looked surreal. But Thomas could swear that the man had a close resemblance to Edward’s. Some of the facial features may look exaggerated, but the intense green eyes reminded him of the times when Edward was being serious and focused. His friend snatched his phone back from Thomas’ clutches as they arrived at the residence. “Your dad is now home, right? Why don’t you find out yourself? Anyways, I gotta get ready for the trip.” “Oh, right. You said that you're gonna take care of your grandpa back in your hometown.” “Yup, Dad asked me to take care of his old man since everyone is gonna be busy this weekend.” “All right, see you when I see you, Nick” Thomas said as he got out of the car. “Hey! Don’t forget your bag, dumbass”, Nick said while tossing his friend’s back, and drove away. 3:10 PM - Back Home Thomas stood at the front door nervously. He was scared that the man he saw in the video and from last night was really his dad. The stacks of odd occurrences and coincidences are just too much for him to handle the current situation. “Grrrrrrrr… those puny muscles can’t even compare to my beastly body” *grunts* Thomas was startled by the gravelly voice coming from inside the house. “Oh, you got home quick, son.” Thomas was startled. How did his “dad” know that he was already home? A part of him wanted to run away, but another side of him wanted the giant behemoth of a man to be his dad, waiting for him inside their home. With slight hesitation, Thomas entered the living room, to find a tall hulking hairy mass of muscle, watching TV. Since the sofa was positioned at the left of the room while facing the front door, he’s got a full frontal view of the hairy behemoth. The stud was sitting on his dad’s favorite chair and wearing a stretched-out wife-beater and shorts. The fear within Thomas was overwhelmed by the new feelings surfacing as he was awestruck by the composition of the powerful muscles before him. He could not help but take in all the musculature starting from the large muscled feet and the tree-sized thighs and calves, stretched across the floor. Looking further upwards, a giant furry brick wall of 8-pack abs and engorged pectorals, all underneath the tight cloth. Both of the monster-like arms were lying on both of the chair’s armrests in a relaxed manner, but the sheer size and intensity of the mass of both limbs still looked powerful, even when unflexed. The incredibly massive traps engulfed the veiny neck holding up the manliest face that Thomas ever laid eyes on. Instead of emerald green eyes, beautiful and haunting yellow eyes greeted him the moment he stared at his father’s handsome face. He adorned an unkept black beard that covered his bulging neck and chiseled cheeks. And despite Edward’s facial hair covering the majority of his face, his square and masculine jawline is still prominent. “What’s with that look, boy? Never mind that, drop your things and watch some TV with me.” He grumbled while lifting his wife-beater and scratching his toned and hairy abs for Thomas to see. Thomas approaches his dad while sporting his growing erection, which he doesn’t even care to notice. YES, KEEP FEELING THESE HARD BEASTLY MUSCLES, DON’T STOP UNTIL I SAY SO! Shifting his focus to the TV, Thomas realized that the show that his dad was watching was the same video that Nick showed him. “Oh fuck, it really is him!”, Thomas thought while staring at his dad on the screen. “So the thing I heard earlier was him from the video…” While Thomas was still gawking at the TV, Edward said with his deep husky voice, “Thomas”, and his son immediately turned his attention to his hulking dad, “Sorry for leaving you without any notice. Daddy got some things sorted out before thighs got out of hand.”, he continued with a warm smile and all the while patting his powerful thigh. This led Thomas to calm down a bit and release some tension. But what made Thomas’ defenses and fear crumble was the overwhelming musk that intoxicated him, to the point that his legs felt weak and wobbly. As Thomas kept inhaling the manly scent of his beastly father, he hypnotically approached and sat on the hairy left thigh, and leaned his body on the heaving muscular torso. “There we go. Rest easy, boy. Daddy’s here now”, Edward softly whispered while kissing the top of his son’s head. “I can tell that it's been a long day for the both of us, so let me take care of you, sport.” he said. Thomas just nodded along with barely any thought to what his father was saying. All his attention was focused on the incredible and pleasurable aroma that kept filling his entire being with a relaxing sensation. Despite all the initial fear and confusion, deep down, he was just happy that he was back in the arms of his loving father. He was afraid that his dad had left him alone in this dangerous town without any plan to come back for him. After all, his dad left no trace of his prior disappearance, which is in fashion to how his mother left them. Still heavy with the gratifying sensations from his dad’s musk, Thomas turned his head sideways to take more of the rich scent from his dad’s warm and sweaty chest. Edward then lifted his left arm to caress the back of his son’s head, and planted soft kisses on his son’s head. “Oh baby, Daddy’s really sorry for leaving you like that. I’m such an idiot for putting you in such a terrible spot. But I want you to know that I did all of this to become strong enough to protect you and what’s left of our family.” Thomas only nodded silently. Noticing that his son had fully clamped down, he gently turned Thomas’ head forward And embraced his torso with his gigantic left arm. This led to them to watch the most erotic workout and muscle worship session in the world again. “See that handsome stud being worshiped and cheered on by the other smaller men, son? HA! What a tiny little thing he is. Those ‘beastly’ things he calls muscles can no longer compare to what I’ve become now.”, Edward said mockingly to his previous 600 lbs physique. As a light demonstration, the muscle beast began slightly flexing his muscle-carved torso and beefy left arm, letting Thomas feel the magnificent embrace of pure masculinity. “Dad, I can’t understand how you’ve grown so much. Fuuuuck, I just feel so safe and secure from your hold of me…”, Thomas slightly moaned from his dad’s manly hug. *grunts* “Your daddy is so glad that he makes you feel protected. Now, keep watching your daddy work that 600 lbs physique, boy. I want you to remember what your daddy looked like before, and how he looks now.”, Edward grunted right to his son’s ear. Thomas reminisced about the old dad that he loved so much. He remembered the way he smelled, especially on hot and sweaty days. The sweet and kind demeanor. And the hottest dad bod in the world. The man that Thomas admired all his life; the man that supported his dreams; and the man that he fantasized about, has completely turned into the ultimate muscle fantasy that he always dreamed about. And he is witnessing all of it unfold right before his eyes as he keeps on watching the hottest piece of muscle growth artifact in the whole world. He watched as the other gym patrons worship the absolute unit of a man. Some of them are hanging on the twin muscle-bound arms of the beast, while the others are beating their hard and leaking dicks. And speaking of which, Thomas’ own hard and leaking cock throbbed painfully in his pants, creating a noticeable tend and wet spot. “Look son, here comes the best part.”, Edward said just as his monster cock started to inflate on the left side inside his tight shorts. All right, what the hell is going on here?! Thomas recognized the officer. It was his dad’s partner, Jason Ramirez. Thomas watched as his dad’s partner succumbed to his dad’s presence. Offering his entire body into worshiping the titanic muscles and hairy sweat-soaked pits of his .alpha muscle beast. “Watch how your alpha dad brings those pathetic bodybuilders to their place. Not even the law could resist obeying absolute power.”, The beast father was now practically drooling on his beard and on his son’s heaving body. “Fuck dad, my dick hurts so fucking bad!”, Thomas exclaimed, desperately asking for his dad’s help. “Just a little bit more, boy. Here, let me help your little leaking buddy.”, Edward growled and tore up Thomas’ pants and underwear with his clawed hands in one quick motion. Then, Edward used both of his arms to hug his son, locking him in a gentle embrace of muscle and fur. A lewd choir of muscled men grunting and moaning, along with the hymns of their beating cocks, filled the entire house. And pair that with the increasing intensity of the powerful musk and his dad’s hold on his body… Came the climax. “Cum for your mate, boy…” NOW “NOW” That simple word came out as a command for Thomas’ entire body to violently spasm, and shot 10 powerful ropes of cum on his face and chest. He and the other men in the footage came in perfect unison, achieving the most powerful orgasm in their entire life. This is but a small taste of what their alpha muscle beast could do with just a simple command. With each violent spasm came a rope of cum splattering Thomas’ face, chest, and forearms that held him. Edward kept his son’s jerking body into a gentle embrace with both of his hairy arms. Despite all that energy spent from cumming, Thomas was able to retain his consciousness and sanity. His panting and sweating body craved more of the presence of the manly beast that his police father had become. Looking around him, he found himself lying on the sofa with a pillow on his head and a blanket on his body. “Huh, I actually passed out. I thought I remained awake from… hm?”, Thomas found a small note on his dad’s favorite chair. Which was soaked from his dad’s sweat. On the other hand, on top of the armrest is a fresh pair of clothes. Thomas got up, put on the clothes, and read the note. “Hello sport, just went to Home Depot to get some wood to fix the old fence in the backyard. I prepared some snacks for you in the kitchen. I also made you a drink. Made it from a special recipe I got from Mayor Beckman. Although this one’s got my own special twist to it. Make sure you drink it and finish it. Love, dad” “Well, at least he left a note.” Going to the kitchen, Thomas Thought to himself, “Did that whole thing actually happen? I’m happy for him and wherever our new relationship is going, but, how did dad’s transformation happen in the first place?” Eating the sandwiches made by his dad, he reached for the white-colored smoothie. “Eh, whatever. I finally got my fantasy to come true. Any more overthinking and it might all go away like a dream.” Taking off the cap of the smoothie, Thomas drank the special drink down to his body. And just as he finished it, he heard booming thumping sounds approaching their home. To be continued…

Chapter 2 - Instinct “FUCK YEAH! KEEP PUSHING YOUR ASS TO DADDY’S POUNDING!”, Edward yelled. His hands are grabbing on each hip, steadying himself as he kept fucking. The hole that he was breeding was so tight and warm as it enveloped his dick in a grip. “This has to be a dream”, Edward thought as he kept breeding the ass being presented to him. “How could such as good and warm hole ever exist?” Though, he could not recognize the person he was fucking. Until he heard him speak “Yes daddy! Fuck your son’s hole with your giant beast cock!” Edward suddenly woke up from that crazy dream. Feeling his sweat all over his body and from his mattress, He looked at his alarm clock only to find that it was only 2:00 AM. The night is still young as the full moon shines through the window of his room. With a soft sigh, relieved that it was all a fucked up dream, he tried to go back to sleep, hopeful that he will forget all about it in the morning, and ignore the aching all of his body. It was when he noticed something unusual as he stretched his body. Slightly lifting his body in bed, he immediately took notice of the sheer weight of his frame as he struggled to lift himself up. He finally rested his back on the bed frame, using his hands to steady himself. Once he rubbed his eyes from his sleepiness, he was taken by surprise with the size of his hands. They were huge, covered in dark hair, and sharp claws replaced his nails. What shocked him more was the muscular and hairy body that stretched long and wide on his mattress. “What the fuck happened to me?!” He exclaimed while bursting from his bed. He quickly ran to the large mirror from his cabinet to examine his body. He turned on the lights in the room and began to take in the foreign physique that reflected off his cabinet mirror. Edward could not believe that this huge and hairy body was his. The features of his face had changed dramatically. The fat from his face had faded away, giving him a strong and square jawline, and heavy brows. His face has grown into a full beard, covering half of his face while his now handsome face is still evident. Piercing yellow eyes greeted him as he stared directly at his reflection. “Is this really me? I’m fucking huge all over!” He went back to exploring the transformations that his body had gone through as he surveyed his muscled body. Everything from his neck, down to his toes, had gone through a transformation of some kind. Muscles bulged across his body, which he estimated to be at least 400 lbs of muscled beef. He also noticed his new height. Edward stopped growing when he reached 20 years old at a height of 5’8. Now, he had grown by a large margin of 7’ tall. And dense black hair enveloped his entire body, all the while emanating a musky scent. He tried to remember the events that transpired prior to this moment. “Okay, as far as I can remember… I texted Thomas about something, then I heard some strange noises in an alleyway…” While remembering the events before, he stumbled out of his room to the bathroom quietly, to prevent his son from waking up. The moment he stumbled into the bathroom. He remembered more about the giant creature that attacked him. “That’s right, I was attacked by… BECKMAN!” The word “attacked” was an understatement of what Mayor Beckman truly did to the unsuspecting officer a few hours ago. Remembering the monster that Beckman had become caused the memories of the rest of that night to flow into Edward’s brain. A lusty smile began to form on his chiseled face as he slowly stroked his semi-hardon while recalling the best blowjob of his life, as well as the changes that followed afterward. 9:25 PM - In the alleyway a few hours before arriving home. Edward laid there in the puddle of the mayor’s creamy cum, soaking his uniform with it. And hot sperm kept on flowing from his mouth, occasionally gulping the remaining essence down his throat reflexively. A few seconds went by… when his eyes flew open in an instant. His eyes glowed bright yellow. “Grrrrrrrrrrrah…Umph” Loud and painful grunts came from his throat while he slowly stood up from the ground. The cum that he swallowed triggered something within him. Similarly, the cum stains from his uniform were also absorbed into his body. Once he was on his two feet, he howled to the presence of the full moon, arching his back. “ARRRRRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOW” The moment Edward finished howling, the awakening of the beast took place. The features on his face changed to become more monstrous, yet masculine at the same time. Fat melted away from his face, and his jawline reshaped itself to become more angular and striking. His well-groomed mustache grew wilder along with the growing stubble on his chin, giving him a full black beard. And ears stretched and became more pointy. Lastly, sharp and deadly fangs replaced his teeth. The second that Edward’s face finished its changes, his body instantly began to transform as the infectious cum inside him activated. Similar to his face, the fat on his dad bod also faded, drenching his entire body and clothes with musky sweat. His entire frame started to throb with each breath he took. And with each beat of Eward’s muscles, the beast within him awakened. First, his entire skeletal structure grew to make way for the upcoming arrival of his beastly muscles. His spine along with the bones on his limbs grew bigger, longer, and stronger. His neck grew larger and wider than his head. A network of veins appeared all over Edward’s throbbing frame. All at the same time, the once unimpressive muscles on his dad bod began to grow at a rapid pace. The back muscles expanded with rippling mass with each new height added to him. Massive trap muscles bulged with mass as it passed just below his ears. Lat muscles grew along with his traps, filling out to the brim. The feeble arms that hang loose were raised into a double bicep pose as they grew with beastly power. Each individual muscle on both of his arms: delts, triceps, biceps, and forearms ballooned with each pulse of the large veins across his arms. His nails changed into sharp claws, deadly enough for tearing and hunting. More muscle fibers were produced from his thighs and calves, granting him perfect giant teardrops, and basketball-sized calves. The nails on his toes also transformed into claws, tearing away his leather shoes. The last part of his torso’s transformation began as his pecs pushed outward, sending buttons flying as it ripped his shirt in the middle. With each throb, meaty pecs continued to grow. With each breath, 6 slabs of hard cobblestone abs formed. And with each lust-filled moan, his erect nipples grew larger and more sensitive. “OOOOOOH FUUUUUUCK THIS FEELS SO GOOD” He started to pinch his nipples hard through the remaining fabric of this uniform. Twisting and torturing each hard and erect nipple. The beast also grew hornier, thrusting his hips forward and backward. Clearly showing how the monster was desperate to plow something with his now-growing muscle cock. Each thrust made his ass bulge with more muscular definition, and his once 5-inch penis grow into a massive 14-inch fuck rod. Its girth made it wider and more imposing at 4 inches in width. This also made his balls churn and produce more beast cum, enlarging his testicles as his lust grew wilder. The zipper and button of his slacks could barely contain the growing cock and nuts within. The incredible and intense muscle growth stretches Edward’s uniform to the point of almost tearing apart. Until his clothes could no longer contain the massive and pulsating monster. He flexed every group of muscles on his monstrous frame, hunching his back and bringing his arms together to flex into the biggest most muscular pose. “RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWR!!!” His extreme and erotic display of masculinity caused an explosion of fabric, sending every fiber of his police uniform to explode from his body. Then, the hair that covered his bulging muscles and face grew quickly denser and wilder. Unfortunately, this was not enough to completely tear down his white underwear. And with an impatient snarl, he grabbed the front of his briefs with both of his rough clawed hands, and tore it off his body while thrusting his hips at the same time. The massive cock busted out of its confinement, spraying some precum all over the mayor’s still unconscious body. Looking down, the newly transformed beast just remembered that the person who turned him into what Beckman was, is still passed out on the cold concrete, his ass on display for the hungry beast. Edward was on the verge of unleashing his hot werebeast cum all over everything when he thought of making use of the bitch that made him into what he have deeply desired to become. Just the thought of shoving his giant breeding stick into Beckman’s either hole enticed him so much. Believing that it is his way of punishing him for the humiliation Beckman put him through when he was forced to kneel and choke on the shitty mayor’s penis. It is also his way of thanking the mayor for possibly giving him the one and only good change that ever happened to him since Beckman became the mayor. “I could really use his asshole and mouth however I want. It's only fair since he made a whore out of me by sucking that fucking cock of his…”, He pondered while edging his mighty erection. Heavy amounts of drool escaped his smiling mouth, and precum leaked from his cock slit like a broken hose. And just as he was about to violate the sleeping man, something inside him forced his body to stop in his tracks. Instinct. His instincts invaded his mind and body, telling him that this pathetic man did not deserve to be violated in any way by him. This nasty and selfish mayor does not deserve to be his mate. That’s right. He wanted the first person for him to breed is someone he could consider as his mate for life. The pain and sorrow that he experienced after his wife left him instinctively caused him to resort to such measures, even after his transformation. This revelation also caused a slight moment of clarity that pulled his mind out of his horny state. If he ever tried to assault the defenseless man on the ground, how could he be any different from the very man who made this town an absolute hell? All he wanted was to protect his son from all the bad things that this place brings. Thomas was the only person in his life that matters now. And he does not want to do anything that can ruin their bond. With his new beast-like body, he knows that he has the power and strength to keep his son’s body safe. Thomas’ small and frail body being enveloped with warmth with the dense fur of Edward’s body. Being wrapped in his massive arms, and between his beefy body. Engulfing his son’s face between his mighty pecs. Rubbing their cocks together with his meaty hands and hard abs. All the things that he could do to keep his son safe, affected the pre-programmed instinct that he set when choosing his mate. He knew that he must protect Thomas, but he also knew that he must provide his son with unconditional love as well. “My boy, how I wish I could give you everything.” With that, all his desires were shifted towards his son, his only kin, the love of his life. With a new goal in his mind and heart, he increased the pace of beating his giant meat. Still, some part of him wants to humiliate Beckman. So, he aimed his engorged cock on the mayor’s back. While jerking his cock, other ways of showing his love and protection to Thomas filled his very being. With each powerful thrust, his already 14-inch monster cock grew bigger and throbbed angrier, growing at least another 2 inches in length, and an additional inch in width. He gripped his cock with both hands, further increasing his pace. Instead of beastly growls, lustful moans came out of the beast’s mouth. His head filled with his thoughts of unconditional love, as well as the scent of his boy mixing in with his own scent. He could feel his balls pull further up his torso, signaling the approaching eruption. Until he finally came… “GRRRUUUUUOOOOOOOOGH!!! I LOVE YOU MY BOY!”, The best roared with such passion. Hot and heavy werewolf cum exploded right at the mayor’s naked back. Due to the sheer force of the massive load, the beast’s seed ricocheted everywhere in that dark alleyway. Sending cum flying on the walls, the floor, the ceiling, the door, and to the still cumming body of the love-filled beast. Right after recollecting himself, Edward realized that he was back at their residence, standing in the middle of his room. The entire room was covered with his cum, its musky and intoxicating scent filled his room. Wanting to check something out, he slightly opened his bedroom door, peaking at the hallway across his son’s room. To prove his suspicion, the cum covered scenery was evident with all the white goo filling the hallway and his son’s bedroom door. Not wanting to cause more scenes and alert his son, he quietly crept back into the master bedroom. While still covered in his own cum, he started to jerk off again. Seeing that erotic scenery outside the hall, made him remember the time he got back home and picked up his son’s scent along with his own with his enhanced sense of smell. It clicked to Edward that Thomas was using his dad’s used cum covered underwear to pleasure himself. This realization made the ecstatic father to cum so hard that it almost made him pass out on top of his mattress. An understanding smile formed on his handsome face. Then, he formulated a plan, a plan to fully make his son truly his… “Tomorrow night… Daddy’s gonna show you how much he truly loves you.” With his plan in mind, he drifted to sleep. To be continued…