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Hey Folks! I'm here to let you guys know that i'm planning on doing some stories about transformation and muscle gain (in a magic + effort way). So to contextualize, i created this dialogue between the main character and his friend, just for an initial immersion and to give an insight on how things will run. Also i have to mention that i will be using the work from @rstle an awesom A.I creator, who inspired me trought whis images to give them stories to complete the artwork. I hope you guys like it!! -Introduction- - So to be as clear as i can, you need to know how i do what i do and who i trully am. - Stop messing with me Gabriel and explain it already. - OK Chill Carlos, you found my diary logs, and i know seems confuse, but i promisse you everything in there is true. - You say in there, that you somehow has an affect in peoples body, how and why? - Come on let me talk, i can't explaind if you interrupt me all the time, i know is a lot to take but in the end makes sense. - Dude i... i... Wtf man, you did it to mee too? - LISTEN TO ME! Please calm down. ( After Carlos finally is able to focus) - Carlos you remember i went on a site visit on to the old excavation site? - Yeah i do, you even invited me but i thought it was to boring for me. - Exactly, in there i was following the group, and i heard someone calling me behind my back, and i was the last one in line, so i was creeped out, and you know i'm not a fan of ghost stories. - You know they don't exist right? - I thought it too, until i saw myself alone, far from the group, i decide to follow the path in front of me, nothing and no one in sight, so i heard it again, as i turn to the voice i see a face carved on the wall, it looked like an mayan or some other coulture had sculpt it, i decide to get closer.... the face starts to shine its eye wide open, looking straight to me and the voice comes from it saying, "thou who walks upon the rest of your ancestor, shall recieve the blessing of sculpt, shape your warriors as they deserve". - Bullshit - The face shines brighter almost like an flashbang, and when i notice, i'm back to the track, and people are screaming my name, i was so confused that i didn't told anyone, so they don't think i was delusional. - Sounds like a bad trip to me, did you smoke something or inhale a gas? -Carlos sarcastic as always. - Ha Ha so funny, anyway later that night i dreamed with the face again, but this time it was telling me the rules about the "blessing", he refered to me as an sculptor, as you saw on the logs i wrote, i can change a person physic traits, but i cant do it only by my will, requires the person want the changes to happen, and if the person discover or has any sort of suspect i'm the cause of the changes, the "blessing" will stop workin on him. And now that you know it, will stop working on you too. - If what you're saying somehow is true, what did you change in me? cause i don't notice nothing diferent. - Actualy i didn't change much, cause i know you since forever and you're my friend so i just gave you what you wanted. - Oh really? wath did i wanted smart ass? - Before i answer that let me explain a important part of being an sculptor, the gift alows me to shape other persons sort as a combination of what they want and how far i will make it possible. To start the process i need to be alone with the person and all i need is to they answer an simple question, if is a true and sincere answer the process begins, and lasts until i decide they had enough or they get happy with the changes. - And what is the question? - Oh is nothing fancy, they just need to answer: If i could, would you let me mold you? - I KNEW IT! cought you red handed, i don't remember you asking me this. - Page 5. - What the actual fuck? - Page 5 on the diary, read it for me. - No way you set up this shit so hard. - You asked for the truth and i'm giving it. - Ok, so page 5.... it says "it's funny they don't seem to remember the key question to activate the process, i will try asking more direct next time"... how convenient to you huh? - Actualy it really is cause at the person point of view seams an all natural process, you remember the guys on the gym asking you if you was on roids? - i... i do, but they ware just complementing me no? - Sort of, but how do you explain in only four months, you evolved like a god? - Genetics? - haha you do got good ones dont get me wrong, but at this speed, is almost inhuman, i would say it is magic your evolution. - But if so, why you don't chage yourself? we started the same day on the gym, and you ware bragin that youre was gona get huge. - Yeah, i was braggin cause at that time i didn't knew the blessing limts yet, it has an wekened effect on me, i did got more fit as you see, but no near close to what you got. - Dude, are you saying it wasn't my effort that payed? - No no, i said that to the changes happen the target needs to want the change, you said to me that you wanted to be stronger, and i suggested we entered the gym, and in that day that i made you the question, of course i helped a lot, but it was all your work. - So the changes aren't instant? - No, they are accelerated by the persons will and her actions, for exemple i sculped a girl who wanted to be a runner, so i gave her more stamina to endure and some ajusts to make her an axcelent runner. - Wait, Ana from the grocery store? - The one and only. - You gota be kiding me. - Nope, go and ask her..... btw don't she will think youre an wierdo for sure. - Yeah this hole story seams wierd. - You didin't bought it didn't? - You had me on the frist half. - Oh so you want a proof that i can make this stuf? - I was going to ask you for that right now. - We are best friends right? and knowing you since forever let me refresh your mind, once you had a prety embarasing moment, with that girl from highschol. - Don't you dare to brin- (interupting him i proceed) - So you know what i'm talkin about right? Do i need to say that she was no impressed with that 5 ich? - We were teenagers, it was a normal measure for the time. - Come on, you were 20 years old, puberty has long past. - She would be impressed now if i got to her. - Of course now that i got you an help, and oh boy what a help. - You what? - Do you really think you got a late grouth sprout? - But.... - And so if you had one, how would i know that he grow to the exacts 9.5 inch? - WTF..... How? - I just explained to you, you gave me no option, i had to drop this bomb. - Dude if it was really you.... - What? - Can you do more? - Duh, Smart ass, as i told you when the person discovers the trouth, i can no longer help with anything, now you're on your own. - So you made me a prodige in the gym and a horse in bed? - Exactly as you wished my guy. - Thank you. - Why are you mumbling? i can't hear you. - Thank you. - Oh, You're welcome, but don't give me all credit, if you didn't made your part, it would all be a waste. - If you say so. - is that enough proof? - Yeah man i belive you, but now that i know your secret.... - oh, i guess that makes you my personal criter, you can see my work now. - alright, at least i will see the Gabriel the Sculptor in action. - And talking about my work, let's see your before and after, i saw you remade that photo i took from you in the park... - Go ahead. - Here, look at you, i guess we did a great work toghether. And you? Will let me mold, you if i could?

Hi guys, just to say i'm not a very fluent English speaker, but i'll try to do my Best to write this story. It's a long night where jake a 17 year old nerd was playing videogames, he used to look with desire to the Big and muscular characters on the Game, for a extreme and unknown reason he felt Big and powerful everytime he was playing. Since he was a kid, his family used to move on everytime they can, altough he remembers to been playing on the hall, when he heard a secret conversation between his parents. Mom: should we tell him about your family curse?-She tales a breath. Dad:No way, he can't now anything about my family's secret. Mom:But baby we've Been keeping the secret since he was born, and if i'm honest he will never forgive you if you take too long to tell him... Dad: I can't do that, not until he notice the changes when he is 18... -He take a deep breath- And it's difficult to hide my real form in front of him- he groaned. Mom: He will know anytime, but let's not think about that, all i want is to sleep next to you-They Kiss and closed the door. So when Jake got to sleep that night, he remembers that conversation, tomorrow is his 18 birthday and he was so afraid about was going to happend. Jake was sleeping un the middle of the night until he was awake by some weird noises that sound like growls and fabric been cut in a half. So he thougth it was his dog Lewis making all that noise, so he put his headphones on and tried to sleep again. The morning sun was upon his window, there is a big calm between his eyes, until he hears his younger brother get in Jake's room. Alex:Happy birthday Jake, ready for the big Day?- he shouts with emotion. Jake:What You mean by "Big day?"- he ask very confused. Alex: Don't You remember?, it's your secret birthday party-He stopped for a moment and gasp- Oh no, i was'nt supossed to Say that. Jake:It's ok buddie, i know since our parents we're planning it.- He touch alex's shoulder. They went down for breakfast, Alex went straight to the kitchen and Jake went tonthe living room we're he turned on his console, but i'm the middle of the couch were ripped clothes that he remembers to belong to his father. What are these doing here and all ripped apart?-Jake thought So he go to the kitchen where his family was expecting him with a Big chocolate cake. Mom:Happy birthday sweetheart!, oh i'm so glad You are already a young adult, i remember when we used to go to the woods when You we're just a kid who wanted to be a hunter. Dad: that's right champ, and to show how greatful we are to you for being our kid, we are going to have a party in here tonight!- He said with a smile on his face. Jake: Oh thanks Dad, Mom, Alex, i'm so greatful to have a lovely and normal family like you guys. Dad: Well champ, first of all we need to have a father-son conversation about whats next in Your life.- he exclaimed in a serious way. Jake: Ehhh, sure just dont make that conversation akward, i'm almost an adult, i know everything that i supossed to know about adultness. Dad:Not everything -he scratches his neck. So the family eat the cake and Jake go upstairs to prepare everything for the night. Jake's dad took him to the woods, Jale thougth It was something to do with his childhood the reason they were now walking un the middle of the forest. Jake notice his father was very nervous about something, he was sweating and was taking deep breaths. Jake: Father what are we doing here?- he ask Dad: Okay...,so this Is something i have to tell you, and its going to be dificult so accept It, but please hear me out. -He took a really deep breath - Your mother insisted to tell you before Time, but now that you are 18, its Time to show you the "big family secret". Suddenly his Father started to grown and look to the sky, Jake couldn't believe It, It was like his father's muscles were swelling up, like they were ballons, the pecs were getting Mass, they are stretching the white shirt bottons to the Max, the biceps become huge like a tree Trunks AND Jake could notice the abs getting impregnant on the shirt . Dad: Oh god, this feels pretty good like the fist time!- he continued to grow. Jake notice how the shirt was ripping trough the big and Massive pecs and the swelling sweaty torso, he listened a deep groan from His dad. Dad: I'M NOT GOING TO HOLD IT ANYMORE!!!- The entier clothes where ripping apart, the withe shirt was falling from His torso, AND Jake culdnt believe It, It was the most muscular torso he ever saw, the beautiful nipples were pointing to the ground and they were big, His pecs were more bigher than Jake's head, and they look so juicy. The change continue to the legs, where Jake's dad was enjoying all the process. His legs swelled until they were hard as a rock, his pants tightened more and more, Jake could notice how his bulge had inflated as if it were being filled with water, his pants were at maximum capacity, until they gave in to the pressure of growth... Dad: Oh yes, this is better than i expected Jake watch how Your Father grows until he becomes unstoppable - he shouted as his voice became deeper and deeper. Finally, his father was only dressed in a underwear that showed off his veiny cock and giant balls capable of storing a lot of semen. His growth had been such that he was all sweaty and he had a small beard that was threatening to grow, not to mention his enormous height, it looked like he had grown 6 feet all at once. Dad: What do you think, son, don't you like it? I love the feeling of being a giant in front of everyone, that feeling of being able to do whatever I want while everyone falls before my huge, hairy feet. He laughed. “OH YES!!! This is the best feeling in the world!! Watch how your father grows to become unstoppable!!” He almost didn’t recognise his dad’s voice as it had become so deep. Before he could dwell on that, his father’s pants finally gave in and shredded under the onslaught. Finally he stood there in just his underwear; which did nothing to hide his thick, veiny cock, and balls that could hold enough semen to fill a hot tub. Jake stood there looking up at his enormous father who had grown over six feet taller, hundreds of pounds heavier and covered in sweat. “What do you think son, do you like it?” He laughed. “I love the feeling of being a giant in front of everyone, being able to do what I want as they fall at my huge, hairy feet.” ----------------------END OF CHAPTER 1------------------------ So guys, what yo you think Is going to happend? -Jake Is going to turn very big like his father? -Why Is the family curse for? So keep reading this story, because ITS going to turne very hot and interesting. P.d. Sorry for my really bad english, i'm just trying to make a great history. P.d.2 Feel free to dm me to correct this story

Alright, forgive me, please, but this may be a bit unrefined. I worked on this for far longer than I initially wanted to. It was supposed to be a simple, very short story. And then it became what it is. Weeks after starting it, I finally finished. And I'm not even sure I'm happy with it. But, I hope you can at least somewhat enjoy it. As usual, no one in the story is under 18. _______________ Grindr is probably the worst app ever. Wait. Scratch that. PEOPLE are the worst. All Grindr does is connect us to others. And I've found that people can't read or are just plain dumb. I don't know. Either way, I specifically put in my description that I'm attracted to muscular dudes. It's clearly written. So why, oh, why do I constantly still get a bunch of old saggy creepy dudes or skinny twig twinks? And a ton of fat blobs?? I mean, I know I'm no adonis. I'm not exactly a model, either. But I can't help what turns me on. I can't force myself turned on to settle for whatever I can get. If I have to force myself hard, then I might as well just jerk off. No need to involve anyone else. Grindr continues to be a failed experiment for me. I can't win with it. But there's this one ridiculously skinny twink dude who will not relent. I've ignored him, told him no, told him I'm not into him, and all manner of things to reject him. He still constantly messages me. I'm not one to block people. I hate when it's done to me, so I rarely block others. This dude hasn't done anything in particular to offend me. He's just eager and relentless. I have a pretty big cock. Not gonna lie. Eight inches and thick. I used to think I was average until I downloaded Grindr for the first time and got a glimpse of what else is out there. And the reactions I get when people see my cock... it's astounding. So, yeah, not my words. I have a big cock. Which, I suppose, is why many are hungry for it. But I'm turned on by only one thing. Muscle. Which is a concept lost on many. But this relentless dude. He's another level of dense. He doesn't get it. He is convinced I can make an exception. Like he can do something for me that no one else can. He ain't muscular, so it ain't gonna happen. And I've tried. Lord knows I've tried. I can't force it, though. I've even tried in the past to imagine muscles and muscle growth and anything else I can to get hard and stay hard. But it never works. I need the real thing. And he's convinced he needs my cock. "Dude you need to stop. I can't deal with you every day messaging me nonstop and I've told you a billion times by now I'm turned on by muscle." "You haven't experienced what my mouth can do." "Unless you explode into a muscle god from sucking my cock, I don't think there's anything you can do. You're a twig." Which was the most recent transcription of our conversation thread. And he did suddenly stop after that. He'd usually keep barraging me with more messages protesting my stubborn stance, but I'd never been so direct as in my last message. I guess I finally got through to him. But then two days later I got another message from him. I, of course, heard the telltale alert on my phone and, probably too eagerly, opened the app to see who the message was from. And my mood instantly dropped when I saw it was from him. "FUCKING hell," I thought to myself. I honestly thought he was done. "If I workout, will you let me suck you?" was his message. I wanted to plain ignore the message. I didn't want to acknowledge it. I didn't want to open the flood gates for more constant pestering. I didn't believe for one second he'd actually pick up a weight, and even if he did, he'd never do shit with it. But, somehow, the idea of him working out still intrigued me. I'm so attracted to muscle that I figured, what the hell? Let's see if he does anything. And it ain't like he's ugly. He's actually cute. What if he did add some muscle to his body? "If you workout AND add some muscle, then yeah, I'll consider it." And then silence from him for hours. It was past midnight when I got another message. "How much?" "How much what?" "Muscle." "You mean weight?" "Yeah." "Idk dude, decide for yourself." "I need a goal. Set it for me." I sighed. "Uhh, let's say 20 lbs." "That it?" "Don't underestimate how hard it is to gain muscle." "Don't underestimate how bad I want that dick." "Fine make it 50lbs." Then more silence. An hour goes by. Another message. This time a video. "What the fuck," I think. I figured it'd be some dirty and vulgar video, but it was surprisingly something else. The video started with him pointing his phone at his bathroom mirror at his thin, shapeless body. He's shirtless, wearing only cotton shorts, and he points the camera down at a digital scale. The number reads 102. And then the video ends. And then a text message. "Just showing you my starting point. Made it a video so you know I ain't lying." "Ok" was all I could think of to respond with. Still didn't believe for a second he'd actually do anything. I expected he'd be back to his old self in a day or two, messaging me nonstop begging to let him suck me off. "Ok?" he responded after several minutes. "Yeah." "Don't you wanna see me gain muscle?" "Ngl dude I don't think you'll do shit. I'll be surprised as hell if you do, but most dudes who wanna workout don't realize the amount of pain and effort that goes into it and quit within a month. If that." "We'll see." And then he shut up. He didn't say another word. I expected more pestering about letting him suck my dick, promising he'd be bigger soon or some shit, but he said nothing. A week goes by. I still check Grindr and reject the usual dudes who think I'll go for some geriatric action or some other gross shit. But the skinny twink's tile continues to show up. Which, of course, isn't surprising. What was surprising was the silence. Not one word from him. But then he surprised me a bit. His tile was always blank. Like he was one of those "DL" guys who doesn't wanna be seen. But one day a little over a week later his tile was suddenly a decent face picture. "Huh," I thought to myself. "That's weird." I, of course, can never help myself. I open the Grindr app all the time to check to see who's around. I never know when I might encounter someone new who's interesting or maybe even muscled that may actually wanna meet up. But skinny twink is always there. Always on the app. His tile stays right there at the top every time I open it. Another week goes by and his tile remains the same. His new profile picture still throws me off. I can't understand why he was always blank and then suddenly he has an actual photo of himself. Just a simple image of his face, a cute smile. Nothing too cheesy, of course. Just like a school picture or something. But still, he hasn't said a word to me. I found myself half-tempted to actually open his profile and read if he changed anything there. But the app has that new feature that lets people know when you've viewed their profile. I didn't want to open the flood gates. But then there was a new picture. A different picture. It still showed his face. But he wasn't smiling. I mean, it wasn't like he was scowling or anything. But it was definitely an expression upon his face that was more confident. And what's more, it was a little farther away from his face, showing his neck a bit more. And, in the photo, it was clear he was shirtless. Still could only see him mostly from the neck up, but it was clear there was no shirt worn while the photo was taken. Now, this may not seem like an abnormal thing. "So what?" you may be asking. Well, I just recall a more thin appearance to his neck. Maybe I was imagining things. But his neck looked thicker. And, I also didn't even want to believe it, but his traps seemed to be... well, there. Again, might all be inside my head. Maybe the fact that my imagination was running a bit wild after our last conversation and my mind was playing tricks on me and I actually wanted him to workout and bulk up. Well, hell, I did actually want him to workout. I'd love to see a dude actually pick up weights and gain muscle thanks to me in some way. Just... never thought it'd have been in this particular way. But his relentless pestering has always made me want to dislike him. But I couldn't allow myself to get all excited over what will likely amount to nothing. Maybe he was working out. But he'll still be the same skinny twink in the end. Even if he does gain a little weight. I mean, come on. Twinks never really get thick with muscle anyway. What was I even thinking?? I was surely imagining things, anyway. Why was I thinking about this dude so much? I closed the app and moved on to something else I needed to focus on. As it would happen, I didn't actually bother to open the app again for a few days. Work was consuming a lot of my time and even though I'd often be horny, it's not like looking at the app ever amounted to anything anyway, so I would just look at my usual muscle porn, jerk off, and call it a night. By the time I actually did decide to look at Grindr again, it was maybe four days later. The tiles loaded up on the screen of my phone and, of course, it was the usual faces to which I'd grown accustomed after all this time. This area didn't change much. But skinny twink wasn't there. I was surprised. I guess maybe he hadn't been on the app in a while, either. I sometimes had to wonder to myself why I even bothered with Grindr. It's not like I ever really found anyone worth a damn. I was constantly disappointed, and what few dudes I'd actually talked to who I wanted would ghost me. But, I'd still always log on and check it out. But then he reappeared at the top of my list. And this time it was one hell of a new profile picture. I honestly didn't even know it was him at first. I just saw the pic and said to myself "wow"... because the picture was of a flexed arm. A biceps that had to be the size of a tennis ball flexed into a perfect shape, which is of course something that caught my eye immediately. I touched the tile and got a closer look of the sexy arm, and when I swiped the photo to get another image, I saw his face. At first I thought I'd accidentally swiped too hard and I switched to the next profile, but in seconds I felt my heart thud in my chest as I realized it was the same dude, same profile. Skinny Twink. "No fuckin' way," I said aloud to myself. He had to be stealing that photo and trying to pass it off as his own. But the next image he had on his profile dispelled any doubt. He was mugging for the camera, flexed biceps into hardness, and even the top portion of his now developed pecs were in the image. He had a slight cleft between his chest muscles. "Holy fuck," I said aloud to myself. And then I heard the Grindr alert noise that I received a message. And it was from him. Of course it was from him. He got the notification that his profile had a new view. And it was from me. So, no hiding the fact that I've seen his new muscular development. "Want head?" was what his message said. Of course it did. Even with his new muscles he was still the same guy. I didn't respond. I mean, how could I? What would I even say? I didn't want to gush over his new development. I didn't want to come off as too eager. And I hated myself for now being entirely attracted to him. I DID want head. And I wanted to feel his new muscles the entire time. He wasn't huge or anything, based on the photos he has publicly viewable. But his new muscles were tight and sexy. And, I suspected he'd probably continue growing. I felt my cock throb in my shorts. But then he sent another message. "Told ya I wanted that dick. Like what you see?" He baited me. And I took the bait. "You got good at photoshop, huh?" I said. Immediately he hit back with "Lol!" And then a few minutes went by. I put my phone down thinking he'd say nothing else, but then he came back with "How's this?" and seconds later an image came through. And my dick spurted some pre right into my shorts. He was flexing his arm again, this time with a shirt on, but his bicep was bulging up into the sleeve with no space. He made sure his face was in the image as well, and he was smirking. A new thing for him. He'd smile in his pics, but never smirk. This was a look of confidence. "Just took that one" he said. Trying to remain in control, I replied with "How much?" "How much what?" "How much weight you gain?" I asked. And this time many moments went by. I thought he was trying to come up with some plausible number for me to believe since I was still suspicious of whether or not he was being for real. But then the Grindr alert for a new message came through, and it was a video. I eagerly played it. It was very much like the first one he ever sent me. He was standing in the bathroom in front of his mirror, shirtless, and only cotton shorts on. But the similarities ended there. His shoulders were rounded, broader, and his chest was pushing out when before it was completely flat, almost sunken. And he had fucking abs now. Abs! Nothing crazy, barely a 4-pack, but still, abs! And his arm hanging at his side as he held his phone was taut and had the clear appearance of a worked-out arm. His forearm was clearly thicker, and his bicep was bulging even in a relaxed state. And it was just a brief image as he smirked still for the camera right before looking down at the same scale as before. The digital number read 124. Before I could even respond to the video, he sent another message. "22!" I couldn't help myself and I replied with "Jesus". "Can I suck you off now?" he asked. "I thought your goal was 50." "Dude I'll get to 50 and probably more. But you initially said 20. I beat that. I wanna suck that big cock." And my cock was oozing pre into my shorts just at the idea of being able to touch his new body. I felt myself acquiescing. It wasn't quite registering with me that he grew this much in only a month. But I didn't care. "Fine come suck my dick but if you wanna be sure I'm hard and throbbing you gotta show off those muscles for me" "Dude it's literally the whole reason I started working out" and then "What's your address?" I stared at my phone, marveling at the fact I finally did it. I finally got a dude to workout and gain muscle. And it was, according to him, all for me. I couldn't believe it. "??" He was clearly impatient. And I forgot I needed to tell him where I lived. And I told him my address right away. I'd be lying if I said I didn't feel a certain element of whiplash. I went from rejecting this dude whole-heartedly to wanting him in an instant. And not just to suck my cock. And it was a true testament, for me, that muscles truly are the driving force behind my sexuality. Like, yeah, I liked dudes. But my cock only truly responded to muscles. I paced my place, suddenly nervous about the idea of meeting this dude. And, there was still a part of me that believed he was putting on a good and convincing act. I still partially expected to see the same skinny twink when I opened my door. And I wasn't sure exactly how I'd react if that were the case, but if it was, I was hoping I could withhold my tongue well enough to simply slam the door in his face. But then there was a knock on my door. My heart pounded in my chest. I opened the door, and there he was. He was shorter than I expected him to be, but I shouldn't have been surprised. He was fully clothed, and I didn't know if he wasn't quite used to the idea of having muscle on his frame or if he intentionally did it, but he was fully clothed and it wasn't in the type of clothing a gym-rat wears. Most dudes, when their bodies are burgeoning muscle, seek to show it off in any way possible. I would have expected a sleeveless shirt or something, but he was wearing nerd clothes. A stupid too-large t-shirt with one of the billion Call of Duty logos across the top front. And plain gray joggers with black accents around the quad area. His dirty blonde hair was a bit disheveled but that's how it always looked, even before. But, in spite of this, it was still clear he'd put on muscle. His chest was pushing out on that Call of Duty logo. His developing traps were pushing out of his neck a bit, which actually was made obvious thanks to the oversized shirt having a larger neck hole. And, I wasn't too sure on this, but either his quads were thick and wrapped nicely by those joggers, or it was just an affect of the joggers themselves. Hard to say these days with the trendy pants dudes have been wearing lately. And as he stood there, he had this slight grin on his face, and he gave a little wave in greeting, raising his arm and causing his forearm muscles to writhe a bit. "Can I... come in?" he asked. I didn't say anything I just stepped aside. He stepped past me and entered my home, and as I shut the door I turned around to look at him and he'd already made his way into the living room. "Can you... take off your shoes, please?" I asked. "Oh yeah of course dude," he said, and removed his shoes and placed them by the door where I was still standing, brushing past me as he did so. Looking at his form, knowing what was waiting under those clothes, I knew I should be getting hard, but my nervousness was keeping my cock at bay. I moved towards my sofa to sit down, hopefully to encourage him to do the same. I like to ease into these things. I didn't want to just drop my pants. But as I stepped forward, I felt a hand around my arm and he spun me around. I looked down at his face and he was slightly smiling. "Don't keep me waiting," he said, and immediately reached down and palmed my crotch through my pants. I felt a twitch in my cock from his touch. "Uh, whoa," I said, pushing against his chest with my hand, trying to get him to back off a bit. There was definitely muscle in that chest, too. I felt my cock stir further. And he did. Back off, I mean. He stepped back, and I saw his hands clench into fists a few times, making his forearms bunch. "You said I could suck you!" he practically whined. I couldn't help but grin at that. "Yeah, but slow down a bit man. I also said something else, too. Remember?" "Ohh yeah," he said, grinning back at me. And with that, he didn't even waste a moment. He pulled back the sleeve on his right arm and flexed his bicep, triumphantly raising it in the air for me to see. And holy fuck was it beautiful up close. That tennis ball bicep bulged up into hardness, and I felt my mouth drop open. "Holy shit," I said aloud, not entirely meaning to. "Yeah," he simply said, still with a grin. My cock was swelling within my shorts as I gazed upon his newly built muscle. "How about this?" he asked and flexed his other arm, now in a double bicep pose. He didn't pull the sleeve back on this one but his bicep bulged up into the sleeve, almost completely filling the empty space. "H-how?" I stuttered, feeling my cock throbbing into full hardness. "How what?" he asked, cocking his head, lowering his biceps a bit, but still keeping them half-flexed in the air. "How did you gain this much so quickly?" "Oh!" he responded, lowering his arms completely to his sides. The sleeve on the right arm didn't quite lower all the way and his arm remained mostly exposed, and it bulged nicely at his side. "I, uh, started working out right away after I showed you that first weigh-in. I did everything I could to gain muscle. I eat, like, eight-thousand calories a day, most of it protein foods." I stood there, mouth agape, as he told me how it happened. "I really want to suck your cock. Like, really want to suck it. If building my body is what it takes, then I'll do it." "Looks like you already did it," I muttered. He grinned. "Nah, I'm just getting started. Remember? Fifty pounds was the goal." I felt myself panting. He'd gone from an annoying twiggy pest to this sexy gym-rat who was only going to get hotter if he kept going the way he's been going. And hearing him say what he'd just said was... well, sexy as fuck. "But, uh--" I found myself struggling a bit to find words, "--Don't you like being on the, uh, skinny side?" He grinned. "I did. I definitely did. I never wanted to do this. I'm a twink! But, now--" he paused, and raised his arm and flexed that impressive bicep, "--I'm growing. And it feels amazing. I felt my cock throb. Hard. Usually I have control over my cock, but it throbbed super hard and sent shivers throughout my body. I'd always had little half-baked fantasies about things like this, where I would have a dude workout and get big for me and I'd get to reap the benefits. I just never thought it would become reality. And certainly not this guy. "Looks like I've awakened the beast," he said, smirking that new confident smirk, eyeing my now completely hard dick's bulge protruding from the front of my pants. "Fuck," I said, not really meaning to. It was my generic response to a situation that got my dick super hard. He closed what gap there was between us and stood almost nose to nose with me. He almost looked hesitant, but I suspected he was waiting to see if I pushed him away again. I didn't. His hand reached for my crotch and palmed the hard appendage that was writhing within my pants. His fingers ran themselves over me, caressing the bulge. It sent shivers up my spine. He lifted his other arm and flexed his bicep again, that hot tennis ball bulging up against his sleeve. The sight made me shudder. And my cock throbbed again. And suddenly he dropped to his knees. His eyes looked up into mine, and his fingers began undoing my pants. He almost had a submissive expression on his face, and maybe it was entirely submissive. As a skinny twink he was probably used to being in a submissive role. I wasn't interested in domination in any way. And with his burgeoning physique he'd probably find himself in far less situations where he would be playing a submissive role. My cock was leaking pre into my pants in anticipation. I felt the wetness. I was quite the leaker. I could literally feel when my cock would spurt pre, and it was happening a lot. And suddenly I felt my pants dropped, and my cock bounced out, springing up and flinging some pre across his face. It landed on his nose, lips, and across his cheek. He didn't recoil, though. He had a hungry expression on his face and used his tongue to lick up what it could reach. "Fuck, you taste good," he muttered. "Mmm" I grunted, completely unable to think of any words to say. My body was almost in a catatonic state. I felt my breathing becoming heavy. I was so aroused. "Here we go," he said, and his eyes hungrily averted their gaze onto my throbbing member. And he suddenly went into attack mode. He started licking my cock, I guess as a sort of appetizer. I was already shocked at how good it felt. He was running his tongue all over, and my favorite moments were when his tongue would run over the underside of my dick. "Mmmm" he would moan a little from time to time, enjoying himself. And then without warning he popped the head of my cock into his mouth and sucked. "Oh god," I breathed. "Mmm" he grunted, and I could tell he was smiling. And then he did what I should have been waiting for. I mean, I guess I definitely was waiting for it, but I'd been so enthralled by his licking to this point I let it slip my mind. He flexed. He was kneeling before me, my cock at least partially in his mouth, and he flexed both his arms into a double-biceps. "Ohhh god," I moaned, barely able to contain myself as I watched his tennis ball biceps mound up. I felt my cock throb and pulse as he sucked on just the head. I really hope he didn't doubt me when I said muscles turned me on, but if there ever was any doubt, I'm sure it's gone, now. He was able to hold his flex, his biceps hard balls of muscle, while simultaneously sucking on the head of my dick. "Mmm" he grunted and moaned again. But then he let my entire cock slip into his mouth. He swiftly let it slide all the way, and I felt his throat open as the head entered his actual throat, the size too big for just his mouth. And he kept his arms flexed. Here this dude was, flexing his arms and deepthroating my cock. I'd have been lying if I said I wasn't impressed, but I wasn't able to focus on his skills. All I could see were two sexy fucking biceps as my cock was experiencing pleasures I never knew possible. He was bobbing his head know, throat-fucking my big dick. I felt myself bucking my hips in time with his head-bobbing. I could feel a climax coming, sooner than I'd have thought. "Mmmf" he moaned again, and I was almost certain he knew I would climax soon. And, he didn't slow down. In fact, he took his hands and pulled the sleeves back on both arms and flexed again, his biceps on complete display. His delts were now in sight, too, which had also clearly grown. I definitely had to give this dude an 'A' for effort. He tailored this blowjob for me. And the sight of his exposed bulging muscles sent me over the edge. I felt the explosion welling up. And explode, I did. I bucked my hips wildly, the sensation of cum releasing from my balls into my shaft so intense I almost felt my legs give out. But he could somehow sense this. His arms dropped and he reached both hands to the backs of my legs and squeezed. He was holding me steady as his mouth continued to suck, waiting for the deluge of cum. And I felt it happen. The first explosion. It must've hit his throat hard, because he immediately gagged. And he'd been able to keep from gagging to this point. But he didn't let up or release a single centimeter of my dick. He sucked down every drop. And the next shot came and shot into his throat, as he eagerly swallowed that one as well. "MmMmmmM" he moaned, swallowing every drop of cum I shot. Not a single drop escaped his mouth. I must have shot a good 5 or 6 times, each one as voluminous as the last. I felt myself breathing heavily but shallow, almost like I couldn't catch my breath. Like I'd run a marathon or something, and yet I didn't move from this spot. My orgasm was still subsiding, even though I was no longer shooting. He continued suckling at my cock, coaxing what few drops out that were left. I wanted to collapse onto my sofa, but his hands were lingering on the backs of my legs, squeezing them. When I felt my cock finally beginning to soften, I said "Dude that was probably the most intense orgasm I'd ever experienced." I felt his mouth give one last good suck, before he finally let my dick pop out of his mouth. My dick bounced a little as it continued to deflate. He smirked that confident smirk. "Told you you didn't know what this mouth could do." I almost got frustrated with him as he once again seemed to miss what it was my cock responded to. Yeah, he had a skilled mouth, for sure, but it was his muscles that did the job. "Dude," I said, still somewhat breathlessly, "You got a skilled mouth, yeah, but I'm tellin' ya, it was those hot biceps that did the job." "Oh you mean these?" he asked and flexed his arms again, still in that kneeling position in front of me. His sleeves were still pulled all the way back and now with a more clear mind I was seeing them in a somewhat different light. More clearly. They were sexy fucking arms. Like, really sexy. He had beautifully sculpted arms with veins in all the right places. "Y-yeah," I felt and heard myself stutter. He stood up, but didn't stand back or anything. "Whoa," he said, and it looked like he was about to lose his balance. I reflexively reached out and my arms wrapped around his back, holding him in place so he didn't fall. My arms made contact with a hard, tight body, and he allowed himself to be pulled into me. His torso pressed against me, and I could feel his pecs pressing into my body. It felt amazing. I looked into his face and he had this grin. And suddenly his arms went around my body and he kissed me. I was shocked and my first instinct was to push him away, but I suppressed it, suddenly wanting his lips on mine. We kissed for a few seconds, my hands roaming the expanse of his back through his shirt, and I could feel individual muscles. But then he suddenly pulled his face away, still grinning. "I can feel it," he said. "Huh?" I grunted, not even sure if I heard him right. "Feel what?" I asked, but suddenly realized he may have meant my cock which was hardening again, pressed against his body. "Oh yeah, I guess feeling your muscles against me is making me hard again," I chuckled. "No, man." He pushed me away, this time. Not hard or anything; just enough to get about a foot of space between us. But then he looked down at my rising cock and chuckled. "Well, yeah, that, but not that." I cocked my head, furrowing my brow at him. I was entirely confused at this point. "God your cock is hot," he said, eyeing my cock again. But he shook his head as though he was trying to break out of some sort of reverie. "But no, what I feel is your cum." "Oh really?" I chuckled a little. "Was it a lot?" "Fuck yeah it was a lot, but it's not what I mean." His breathing was getting shallow. "Oooof, yeah, I can definitely feel it." "Okay dude, you're starting to get weird on me." "Am I?" he asked, and once again flexed his arms. One of his sleeves fell down but the other was pulled back still. His biceps exploded into size and were once again making my cock throb. One was exposed to the air and I could see a prominent vein running across the peak. The other was wrapped in the sleeve and pressing against the cloth like a second skin. "Fuck your arms are hot," I breathed, yet again taken aback by how sexy his muscles were. He dropped his arms. "You still haven't noticed yet?" "Noticed what?" I asked, my mind clouded a bit by my once again completely hard cock. But then I did notice it. His chest. It was pushing out of that shirt way more than it was when he arrived. And I knew it wasn't just my imagination because I remember specifically how it looked based on the logo on the shirt. His chest had grown. In the span of less than an hour. "Oh fuck," I said, and then "How are-- How is--- What's happ--" "I'm growing, dude." My dick was still exposed to the air, my pants around my ankles. And it was harder than ever, throbbing wildly as I stood there looking at this former twink. He was still twink-ish when he arrived, but that was becoming a thing of the past. Right in front of me. "H-How?" "All I needed was your cum. Now--ungn--it's time for me to--oh god--get huge." And in that instant, he suddenly grew about an inch in height. He was only about a foot away from me, and I was looking down at him a little, but my eyes were suddenly looking more directly forward. "Fuck yes," he breathed, and then "Ohhh god" and he shot up another inch. His shirt tightened around his chest even further. "Fuck!" I said, not even meaning to. My cock was pulsing and throbbing at this sight before me. "Yeah, watch me grow," he said, and flexed his arms. They both exploded into baseballs, the sleeve tightening to painted-on status on the one arm the sleeve was still covering. The other arm was too big now for the sleeve to even naturally fall on its own. "Grrr" he literally growled as he held his flexed arms, visibly shaking as he was clearly flexing as hard as he could. And I saw his face light up as his arms simultaneously pulsed bigger as we both watched them. "Holy fuck," I whispered. "Yeah, you ready?" he asked. "Ready for wha--" I got out before he swiftly extended both arms and then flexed them again. This time they once again grew bigger, and the sleeve covering his one arm busted open in a loud POP as the threads all snapped. "FUCK yeah!" he shouted, continuing to flex and unflex his biceps. And then he lowered his arms and rolled his shoulders back a bit so his chest was more prominently visible, and what a chest it had become. His cliché Call of Duty logo was stretched across bigger pecs, much bigger than when he walked in. He looked down at his own chest and I watched as he bounced each side individually, seemingly to a tune only he could hear. And then he bounced them both at the same time, really making the front of the shirt jump, with one sleeve bunched up still between his biceps and delt, and the other sleeve hanging like a rag from his other arm. "Oooo yeahhh UNNGH," he practically moaned, and I watched his chest bulge outward in one short burst, like it was waiting for the perfect moment to grow bigger. RRRRRIP his shirt tore down the center as he flexed his newly grown pecs, and a beautiful cleft was visible now. "OH! OHH!" he gasped, and he shot up another several inches in height. I was looking up at him now, my head forced to tilt backwards. And suddenly I was overly aware my cock was standing straight up and out, throbbing intensely with greater vascularity than I've ever seen in my entire life, oozing pre onto my carpet. And there have been plenty of moments in my past when I thought I was turned on and harder than ever before. This, by far, topped any previous moment. I was... afraid? I guess? To even move. Like, if I moved, this entire fantasy playing out in front of me would dissipate and I'd wake up in my bed. His shirt was laughable, at this point, as it was basically a big rag hanging off of him. He rolled his shoulders again, and more rips could be heard as he deliberately pulled it as tight as he could across his back. His lats were wider. "I guess I don't need this anymore," he said, smirking, and took one hand and pulled his shirt off his body in one fluid motion, tearing it apart in the process. He tossed the now useless rag it had become across the room, his biceps bulging impressively as he did so. "Fuck--unnngg--look at me! I love this!" he shouted, flexing his arms triumphantly high in the air. His joggers had ridden up his legs thanks to his increased height. They were only covering down to just below his knees, and the elastic cuffs were stretched really tight around his now-bulging calves. I never got a real look at his legs before now, but I imagine they were skinny stick legs like many twinks have. The kind that had zero muscle tone and you'd wonder how the dude even walked on his own without help. But his calves now were clearly muscular. You know how you can see the calf muscle on an athlete's leg even from the front? That's what his looked like now. And they were twitching and swelling bigger as he stood in front of me. But that certainly wasn't all I could see. Because as I allowed my eyes to finally drift away from his calves, I could finally take a moment to realize his joggers were now wrapped tight around his upper legs, as well. His quads were getting bigger and bigger, clearly, as the cloth was unable to hide any longer the fact there was muscle beneath it. The individual heads of his quads were even visible through the cloth. "I see--nng--you've noticed my--uungh--legs," he said, grunting as he continued to swell before me. "I really liked these--ughh--joggers," he said, and I had the privilege of seeing him flex his legs and hearing RRIIPPP as his joggers tore up the sides, his muscular flesh swiftly becoming exposed to the air. "OH, OH FUCK," I gasped, as my cock exploded cum in a torrent, ropes of my juice shooting out across from me. My body shuddered as I shot blast after blast, before finally subsiding after, I think, 5 shots. "Holy shit," I rasped, breathless. I just came without even touching myself. I opened my eyes, not even realizing I'd closed them, to notice some of my cum landed on his abs. "Shit dude, did you just blow a load without even touching your cock?" he asked, looking down at his own abs and the globs of cum that had landed on him. "Man you really are a muscle fag." "Uhh, I... I think so..." I barely got out. And then "Wait, w-what?" "Well I guess I--oh god--shouldn't let any of it go to waste," he grunted, ignoring my "what," his abs clenching and defining themselves as he spoke. I gasped as I watched him take his fingers, his vascular forearms twitching has he brought his hand down to his abs and scooping up as much as he could and bringing it back to his face, sliding his tongue across his hand, eagerly swallowing up as much as he could. "Mmmm" he moaned, "You really do taste fucking good." I could only just stand there, as realization set in that he just ingested more of what made him start growing into this... beast before me. "A-are you g-gonna... get even b-bigger from that?" He grinned. "I'm not even done growing from the first load." He flexed his arms again to accentuate his point. His arms pulsed and grew even bigger as he did. "AHH" he gasped, as once again his height shot up another couple of inches, his joggers ripping even further. "Oof," he grunted, "There it is. I can--unghh--feel it charging me up again." "Every second--uff--that goes by I think to myself 'that's gotta be it, there can't be more,' and then--unggh--I get even bigger!" "Oh fuck," I whispered, feeling helpless as this former twink continued his transformation into a... well, a god. Looking at his biceps now, my body shivered. They had grown huge. They were bigger than softballs now, and still growing. His height continued to increase to accommodate more muscle on his frame. "Mmmffuck yeah," he muttered, in awe of his own flexed biceps as he looked, almost lovingly, from one to the other. "This power..." he muttered, and trailed off. He lowered his arms and then arched them out at his sides, like he was about to flex into a most-muscular pose, but stopped short. "Ohhh this power welling--ughh--up inside of me!" and I watched in absolute awe as he suddenly surged bigger. His whole body exploded with size in an instant, and what remained of his joggers exploded off his legs and the soft cloth fluttered to the floor. "Ohmigod" I heard myself say. As the rags that were once his joggers fell to the floor, the former twink was now completely nude, and I watched as a gigantic semi-hard cock flopped out from its confines. I don't know how I hadn't noticed it until now; maybe it was the fact he was transforming into a muscle god before my eyes, but his cock was now bigger soft (or at least semi-soft) than mine is fully hard. And I noticed I was once again completely full throbbing hard. He now towered over me. He was easily at least 6'7", maybe taller. He held his arms arched at his sides, and he almost... glowered at me, but his mouth was upturned enough it was still a smirk. "Still... grrrrr" he growled, and suddenly he flexed into an actual most-muscular, his muscles exploding into stark relief, veins snaking all over his body. His cock was swelling bigger, pulsing, hardening, and standing out and rising. "RRRR Still... Grrrowwwwwiiiinggg" he moaned, and continued to swell in front of me. His biceps and pecs were literally throbbing, increasing in size with each throb as his heart pumped blood through his engorged veins. His head was rising up as he grew taller, and his shoulders were spreading even farther apart as hard, striated muscle wove into tight boulders on each side of his head, attached to rising traps that surrounded a strong, thick bull neck. I felt my cock throbbing hard and I could actually feel yet another ejaculation brewing at the base of my crotch. The feeling was intensifying as my wildest fantasy was coming true before my eyes. But I somehow felt a pressing need to keep myself from blowing yet another load; some sort of sixth sense was telling me I needed to keep him from growing any bigger than he was going to get. "Yesssss..." he breathed, his voicing dropping an octave. "God fucking damn..." I muttered. His growth finally seemed to come to a stop as his head brushed up against the ceiling. I could actually hear it happen when it made contact. And, based on his attitude, I don't think he'd have made any effort not to bust right through the ceiling had he grown any bigger. "Fuck yessss..." he rumbled, his chest heaving as he breathed heavily. He launched into a mind shattering double-biceps, and the Cheshire Cat grin that formed on his face was so menacing I almost wanted to run out my front door. "Is this what you like?" he asked, shifting into an impressive side-chest pose. The fluidity of his pose was confusing to me. It's like he'd been practicing bodybuilding poses. His cock was huge, jutting out from his body like... well, cliché as it sounds, a third fucking leg. But, speaking of legs, his actual legs were tree trunks. Giant, decades old Oak tree trunks. I nodded. I couldn't find words. "I think I met my goal of 50 pounds, huh?" he rumbled. I nodded again. "Can I suck you off again?" he asked, finally relaxing his huge muscles and standing relaxed in front of me. He reminded me of The Hulk, just not green. And still with the face of a twink. I didn't know how to respond to his question. Was he actually asking? I wasn't sure I wanted him any bigger. Not in my home, anyway. But, before I could even think of a response, he said "Wait. What am I doing?" and he dramatically raised his hand to his forehead and slapped it with the palm of his hand. "I don't need your permission any longer. I can literally take it by force. Think you could stop me?" he asked, and flexed his impressive mountain of a vascular bicep right in my face. "Uhh..." I made a sound. I had no response. I felt like I didn't want to poke the bear and I couldn't tell if he was being funny. And that was somehow scarier than actually knowing he wasn't joking. "Am I still a twig? Huh? Was I so unworthy of your time when I was just a twig?" he growled. Suddenly his bigger hands were grasping my upper arms. I yelped as I realized he wasn't joking around. And suddenly my feet were dangling in the air as he held me up with no effort, my pants left in a puddle on the floor, my hard cock still leaking pre as it stuck right out from my body, still steel hard. "I'll suck you off when I'm ready, bro. But I wanna test this new dynamic out." Surprisingly, he let me down gently. "Wh-wh-wha--" I stuttered. "Shut the fuck up." Suddenly there was immense weight on my shoulders as I felt him pressing down on them with the palms of his hands. He let one hand off me and wrapped his fingers around his newly giant member. "You'd better get used to sucking dick. I know it ain't your thing, but, I don't care. Open wide." He was so tall now, I didn't even need to get on my knees.

First time writing a story, so apologies in advance for any formatting/pacing issues! I don't have any plans to continue the story, just had an idea I wanted to explore a bit. Hope you enjoy! _______________________________________________________________ Walking back home from the grocery store, Sam stopped at a busy intersection, waiting for the light to cross. He was lost in thought, replaying his last conversation with his boyfriend Trevor. They had been dating for 3 years and Trevor thought that their sex life had started to get boring and routine. Trevor would always make small comments about Sam’s body, saying he wished Sam was more muscular. Trevor had a thing for muscle and wanted Sam to get bigger. Sam was frustrated with the incessant nagging. He was 6’1” and had a slim build, it was hard for him to pack on any size. He had been going to the gym regularly for years, eating as much as he could, and it never seemed to do anything besides keep him trim and fit. Trevor was shorter than Sam, at 5’7” but had a more muscular build. It was easier for him, Sam thought. The same amount of muscle looked much bigger on Trevor’s smaller frame. Sam sighed thinking about it and pulled out his phone. He absentmindedly started searching again for supplements, hoping to find something that would help him pack on some size and make Trevor happy. His attention was drawn to a strange link on the search page, and he clicked on it. His phone loaded up the website which looked like it was made in the late 90’s. ‘Needing to pack on size quick? Try our new formula today!’ the website’s banner exclaimed. ‘Mega Muscle Boost, the only supplement you’ll ever need!’ He looked at some of the bullet points, ‘Add pounds of muscle instantly!’ ‘Guaranteed to work!’ ‘Helped hundreds of guys get their dream body!’ Sure, Sam thought with an eye roll. It’s probably just creatine with some vitamins mixed in to scam desperate people. He scrolled down the page and looked at the price. A tub of the stuff was only $25. Well, it’s at least a cheap scam, Sam thought. What the hell. He added it to the cart and checked out. Looking up, he noticed the light had turned green, so he stuck his phone back into his pocket and headed home. --- A few days later he got a notification that a package was delivered. Sam headed home from work excited to try out the supplement and see if it worked. When he got home, he found Trevor in the living room watching TV. “Hey, a package came for you, I put it in the kitchen.” Trevor said, not looking up from his show. Sam headed to the kitchen and found the box. Opening it up, he saw a small tub with the Mega Muscle Boost logo on it. He read the only writing he could find on the label. ‘Directions: Use included scoop, mix with beverage of choice as often as desired, and enjoy! Warning: Extremely potent, overdose may cause unwanted side effects.’ Well, that’s not very clear, Sam thought to himself. How do I know what is too much if there’s no directions! Sam opened it up and saw a small plastic scoop. He put one scoop of the powder in a glass and filled it with water. Mixing it up, he chugged the drink. As he swallowed the mixture, he noticed it didn’t have much of a taste. Sam waited for a few minutes to see if he felt anything in case he had a bad reaction to it. Nothing felt weird, so Sam started making dinner. Well, there’s $25 down the drain, he said to himself with a sigh. After a few minutes he started to feel warm. He disregarded it at first, thinking it was just the heat from the stove top. He reached for a spatula, and froze, looking down at his arm. It was bigger! He tightened his fist, watching the muscles on his forearm bunch up. He brought his arm up and flexed. His bicep peak was definitely bigger than before. This stuff really worked! He thought with an excited shock. He looked down trying to see what was happening with his body. All of his muscles were slowly getting bigger, starting to press against his clothes. Sam could feel his shirt bunching up against his biceps and pressing into his armpits as his shoulders swelled. His pecs were becoming small mounds, pushing the fabric outwards with their size. His back was widening, he could feel his arms slowly being lifted away from his sides. Already he felt more powerful, stronger. He ran his hands over his stomach, feeling a six-pack forming. Each ab muscle was solid and tight. He could feel his shorts starting to cut into his thighs. Sam looked down and flexed his legs, hearing the seams start to tear. The teardrop on his quads were becoming hard and defined, fighting to break free from the fabric. He started flexing and squeezing his muscles, feeling the strength and hardness as his body continued to swell. The power Sam was experiencing felt amazing as he ran his hands over every part of his bulging physique. His body was transforming from slender and toned into a buff gymnast build. The warmth he was feeling didn’t seem to be subsiding at all. The supplement coursing through him continued to add pounds of thick muscle. His medium sized shirt was stretched to the max, showing every ridge and bulge underneath, the threads pulling apart in places. His shorts were losing their battle as well, as his legs and butt bulged and thickened. Sam felt uncomfortable pressure in his crotch, and reaching down, realized that his underwear was stuffed to the brim with a thickening cock and a heavy set of balls to match. Sam started to get hard from the sensations of his growing muscles, his cock making the material strain even further. Gripping his hard shaft as it stretched towards his hip, he thought his dick must have grown 2 inches or more so far, and his balls were swollen to the size of mandarins. The intense sensations as he ran his hand over the thick bulge made him moan. Looking down at his body, Sam thought he must weigh at least 250 lbs. and was still growing. He flexed his swollen pecs, making them press against his chin. He did a most muscular pose and watched his shirt rip open, his massive chest and thick lats finally overtaking the fabric. Pulling the shredded shirt off, he continued to enjoy his growing body, flexing his bulging biceps, watching them expand into football sized mounds. He reached around and squeezed his glutes, the firm cheeks heavy and thick with muscle. Sam flexed his lower body as hard as he could and watched his shorts finally rip off and fall to the ground. Now he was left wearing just his underwear, a large wet spot where the massive head of his cock was pressed against his hip. Sam finally felt the warmth from the mixture leave his body and he surveyed the results. His body was massive, muscle bulging all over, thick veins covering him. He seemed to have packed on close to 100lbs of solid muscle and his cock had swollen to a thick 9”. He basked in the feeling of strength his body now possessed. Sam wondered what Trevor would think about his body now, so with a grin he walked back into the living room. Trevor was still watching the TV, so Sam cleared his throat to get his attention. Trevor glanced over and then looked back to the TV before snapping his head back to Sam. “What the fuck happened to you!?,” he said, standing up. Trevor stared at the massive man in front of him with his mouth hanging open in shock. “Am I big enough for you now?” asked Sam while flexing his arm. “Holy shit,” said Trevor, getting up without breaking eye contact, “how, what, I don’t-” Trevor walked over and put his hands on Sam's chest, feeling the rock-hard bulging muscle. “Oh my god, you look amazing, you’re so big.” “Thought you’d like it,” Sam said grinning at him. Trevor moved his hands over Sam's body, feeling his arms, abs, and moved to his legs and finally landed on his crotch. “Did this get bigger too?” he asked, squeezing the bulge. Sam flexed his pelvis causing his dick to swell and bob up and down. Trevor just gasped as he felt the thick rod pulsing in his hand. “Let’s go explore this body in the bedroom,” Sam said. As they left the living room, Trevor asked if this was as big as Sam could get. “Is this still not big enough for you?” Sam asked with some frustration. “There’s no such thing as too big.” Trevor said while keeping his hands on Sam. Sam told Trevor to go to the bedroom and get ready for him, then he stepped back into the kitchen. Still frustrated that Trevor wasn’t satisfied with the massive muscles he now had, Sam took the powder and put 2 more scoops into a glass, mixed it up and drank it down. Now we’ll see what he thinks about not being big enough, Sam thought while he walked to the bedroom, finding Trevor naked and laying on the bed with his ass in the air. Trevor turned around and looked at Sam, “I need your big cock inside of me, I want you to show me what your big muscles can do.” Sam grabbed Trevor forcefully, pulling him close. The sensation of Trevor's solid frame pressed against his own hardened muscles sent a thrill through Sam's body. As Sam pressed Trevor against his body, Sam’s newly enhanced size and strength became more apparent, and his confidence soared higher. His previously lean frame now boasted bulging biceps, sculpted abs, and thick, powerful legs. Sam tore off his pre soaked underwear, revealing his 9” hard cock, and started playing with Trevor’s ass to get him ready. He stuck one of his fingers in the tight hole, feeling Trevor tighten around it. Slowly he worked another one in, readying his lover. Feeling bold and confident, Sam reached down and cupped Trevor's hardening cock. He stroked it gently, teasing Trevor further. Trevor groaned softly, enjoying the sensation. After a few minutes, Trevor’s hole had loosed up, Sam removed his fingers and lubed up his massive dick. With a determined grin, he positioned himself at the entrance to Trevor’s hole. Sam's hands reached out to encircle Trevor's hips, holding him effortlessly and pulling him back onto his thick member. Sam's hands roamed across Trevor's firm, round ass, squeezing and kneading the supple flesh, and started pushing the thick head into Trevor. It was still so tight; Trevor’s hole was stretching trying to accommodate the large invader. Trevor kept backing into Sam while moaning, “Keep going, you’re almost in.” Finally with a slight pop, the head pushed through into Trevor’s hole. Both men gasped at the sensation. Sam paused, taking in the pleasure, his dick felt like it had the sensitivity cranked up to 11, he had never felt anything so good. Trevor felt like he was being stretched beyond anything he had felt before, and it was only the head of his lover’s fat dick so far. Sam started slowly pushing in the rest of his thick rod, while Trevor whimpered and bucked his hips with pleasure. Trevor hole was gripping Sam’s rod like it was starved and the only thing that could satisfy it was more of Sam’s cock. After a few agonizingly slow and pleasurable minutes, Sam felt his groin hit Trevor’s cheeks and saw that he had all nine thick inches inside him. Trevor had never felt so full, the length and thickness of the shaft filling his insides was driving him wild, he was like a dog in heat. Panting and moaning, grinding his ass into Sam trying to get more of it inside him. “OMG, you’re so big, I can’t even think straight,” Trevor moaned. Sam flexed his dick, making it swell inside Trevor who let out a gasp and felt like he was going to pass out from the pleasure. “Fuck me, Sam, fuck me hard with your huge cock. Show me what your muscles can do, make me your bitch,” Trevor pleaded, delirious with lust. Sam leaned forward with a growl, grabbed the back of Trevor’s head, and pushed him down onto the bed. Trevor's breath came in ragged gasps, his muscles tightening around Sam's cock. The sensation of being filled and owned was almost too much for Trevor to bear. With each thrust, Sam's sheer size and power drove Trevor insane, sending waves of pleasure coursing through his veins. "Oh, fuck," Trevor cried out, his hips bucking involuntarily. "Yes, yes, you're so big! Fuck, yes!" Sam's face flushed with excitement as he picked up the pace, watching his lover writhe beneath him. The room echoed with the sounds of their passion – grunts, groans, and moans filling the space. Trevor gripped the sheets tightly, letting out a sharp cry as Sam's cock hit just the right spot inside him. His vision blurred, and his mind spiraled as the sensations flooded his body. Sam started thrusting hard into Trevor, the exertion making Sam feel warmer and warmer. Then he realized the heat was the second dose of the supplement starting to kick in. He looked down and saw his chest expanding outwards, causing his nipples to point down with the weight of his pecs. His arms were growing thicker, his biceps resembling medicine balls packed under his veiny skin. They looked massive as he pinned his increasingly small lover to the bed. Sam’s lower half was also growing, his ass expanding almost defying gravity, the thick cheeks allowing him to add even more power to each thrust. He was having to adjust his stance, as his thighs were pressing into each other, each one almost as big around as his waist. Sam realized that he was growing taller as he saw Trevor’s ass being lifted off the bed as he fucked him. He didn't have the luxury of time to dwell on it though, as Sam pushed himself deeper into Trevor, eliciting a groan from his lover. Trevor was still lost in the pleasure of being railed by this muscle god, but started to notice his ass was being painfully stretched out even more. He groaned, “Sam, it feels like you’re about to rip me apart.” Sam looked down and saw that his dick was much thicker than it had been, and based on how far he was pulling out for each thrust, had to have grown at least another 3 or 4 inches. That meant he could be sporting a true foot long dick or even more. “You said there was no such thing as too big babe,” Sam said with a chuckle, “I just wanted to test that out.” “What?! Are you still growing?” Trevor asked. Sam felt the energy from the powder still coursing through him, growing him larger. He wondered how big he would get, and it drove him wild, causing him to thrust into Trevor even harder. Sam flexed his cock, making Trevor cry out. He watched as his smaller boyfriend tried to pull himself off of his huge rod, but Sam grabbed his waist and pushed Trevor back until he was bottomed out. “Not just yet,” Sam said, “you told me to show you what this body can do, and that’s what I’m doing.” Trevor moaned loudly as he felt his hole stretching out so much, he thought it would rip. Unable to resist Sam’s grip, Trevor felt a mixture of fear and arousal as he experienced Sam's transformation. He felt the warm, muscular embrace of Sam encapsulate him entirely, the large man’s growing hands roaming freely across his small body. Their lovemaking turned fierce, as they rode the crest of a tidal wave of unstoppable lust. Without warning, Sam grabbed Trevor under his arms, and pulled him back against his chest, lifting him off the bed. Trevor was held up in the air, with Sam’s massive pole still inside him. Sam adjusted his grip, wrapping his arms under Trevor’s legs, noticing his biceps were bigger than Trevor’s quads and still growing. Sam gritted his teeth, savoring the feeling of having Trevor impaled on his cock. The way Trevor's body reacted to him sent a wave of satisfaction coursing through his veins. Sam, feeling his lust reaching fever pitch, pounded Trevor’s hole with unyielding force. Trevor, lost in the ecstasy of what he was experiencing, was unable to resist. Sam started lifting Trevor up and down on his cock, using him as a human fleshlight, basking in the sensation that Trevor’s tight insides were giving him. Trevor started squirming, trying to get off the ever-thickening pole that was stretching him to his limit. Sam wrapped his arms around Trevor’s chest, pinning him against his massive pecs. Trevor was hopeless to fight against the brawn that held him in place, being fucked by the biggest dick in the world. Sam was lost in the feeling of being so much bigger than his minuscule partner. He barely felt Trevor’s bodyweight on his dick, and his muscles didn’t even register Trevor’s weak attempts to break free. Trevor finally gave in and started worshiping the huge muscles hugging him, licking and nuzzling Sam’s swollen biceps and thick forearms. Sam felt himself getting closer and closer to orgasm and decided to give Trevor a view of what he had become before he exploded. He quickly pulled Trevor off his meat, the fat head of his dick releasing from the tight hole with a wet pop. He threw Trevor onto the bed, turning him over so he was lying on his back. Trevor looked up at the muscle god in front of him for the first time since the second dose and his mouth fell open. It was clear that Sam's body had not stopped growing; His muscles rippled and bulged with each movement, causing Trevor to shiver with anticipation. "Fuck, Sam," Trevor groaned, his voice hoarse from earlier exertion. "You're so huge." Sam had grown immensely; he was close to 7’ tall and had to weigh over 500lbs of pure muscle. Everything about him was enormous, the bulging muscle fighting for space on his large frame. Sam flexed his biceps, causing them to swell, the peaks almost grazing his fists. He did a most muscular pose, his entire body seemed to swell larger. The lust he felt was making his dick throb and smack his chest. The hard obelisk of a cock sticking out from his groin was at least 14” long and as thick as Trevor’s forearm. Pre was pouring out of the slit, glistening down the shaft, dripping onto Trevor. Trevor gulped thinking about having this monster inside him again. Sam looked down at him with a glint in his eye, any reservations about being gentle lost in the pleasure he was feeling from overpowering his tiny lover. “Am I big enough yet?” He asked while positioning the head of his cock at Trevor’s hole. “Please,” Trevor begged. “I don’t think I can take your cock, it’s too huge. It’ll tear me in half.” Sam just chuckled. “You’re going to take all of it,” he said as his big paw grasped Trevor’s dick. “You said there was no such thing as too big, and your hard dick tells me you’re loving this.” Trevor’s eyes went wide as Sam pushed past his weak resistance and started filling him up with all 14” of cock. Sam slowly but unrelentingly continued pushing inch after inch of his thick pipe into the battered hole. Trevor’s mind was flooded with images of Sam's towering figure, his muscles swelling with power and determination. Each stroke, each thrust of Sam's enormous cock, brought new levels of pleasure that he hadn't known existed. As Trevor’s body adapted to the sensations, he took in every detail of Sam's incredible physique. Sam's eyes held a fierce intensity, his gaze fixated on Trevor as he rode the waves of pleasure. Trevor was awestruck by the sheer size of Sam's muscles, his body stretched impossibly wide as he continued to grow. Every touch of Sam's fingers, every brush of his muscles on Trevor's skin was electrifying, leaving him wanting more. As Sam's size increased, his weight began to strain the bed frame, making it clear that it wouldn't be able to contain his growth much longer. However, neither of them cared, as they were consumed by the raw, animalistic lust that filled the room. Sam leaned down and put his hand on Trevor’s chest, pinning him in place and started thrusting hard into him. He was so horny thinking about how much bigger he was, his large hand covering Trevor’s entire chest. He was in complete control of Trevor, using him for his own needs and didn’t care about anything else. Trevor, meanwhile, was experiencing a mixture of pain and ecstasy. He had never felt so full and the constant barrage on his prostate was driving him wild. At the same time, the pain from being stretched out and the long pole hammering his organs made him worried that he would be injured before the muscle beast was done with him. "Fuck me harder, Sam," Trevor pleaded, his voice cracking with desperation. "Show me what you can do." Sam growled low in his throat, his face contorted with raw sexuality. "Fuck, Trevor. I want you to take everything I can give you." Trevor nodded eagerly, his own eyes glazed over with lust. "Yes, Sam. Take me, fill me. You're so big, your cock is so thick..." Sam's eyes darkened with a mix of desire and possessiveness, and without hesitation, he obliged. Sam's hand reached between them, grasping Trevor's hard cock, pumping it in sync with his own thrusts. Trevor cried out; the sensation too intense to bear alone. He had never seen Sam act like this, he was being much more aggressive than Trevor had ever experienced and it drove him wild. Trevor moaned, arching his back, his hips pushing forward as his orgasm built, fueled by the intensity of Sam's power. The sensation of being taken by someone so impossibly large, so utterly dominant, was exhilarating. Trevor reached for Sam's huge biceps, pulling himself closer to the mountain of masculinity above him. As he did so, Sam's muscles hardened and flexed beneath his fingers, the power he radiated palpable. Soon Trevor could feel the warm feeling of an impending orgasm building in his dick. Sam was also close again, his thrusts becoming faster and more erratic. The feeling of his cock lodged deep inside Trevor was unlike anything he had ever experienced before. It wasn't just the physical sensation; it was knowing that this man was his, completely under his control. "Cum for me, Trevor," Sam urged, his deep voice echoing around the room. "Let go and let me take you all the way." Trevor, unable to contain himself any longer, allowed his body to succumb to the relentless pressure of Sam's giant cock. The sheer size of Sam engulfed him completely, leaving no part of him untouched. Trevor felt his breath hitch, his body tensing as he began to lose control. He arched his back, his eyes rolling back in his head as he released a loud, drawn-out moan. The muscles in his abdomen contracted violently, making his body tremble with the force of his impending climax. Sam, driven by the intensity of Trevor's response, pushed further into him. His massive hands wrapped around Trevor's thighs, anchoring him as he increased the pace, the rhythm of their bodies colliding in perfect syncopation. Sam felt his cock swell inside Trevor’s tight hole and with a roar he started emptying his load into Trevor. Sam had never felt anything so amazing and continued spraying load after load into the small bottom. Trevor, already feeling stuffed with the huge cock inside him, and now the building pressure of Sam’s giant load, started cumming without even touching his dick. His 6” cock was shooting out more than he ever had, but it was nothing compared to the feelings of pressure from the load being pumped inside him. Trevor’s brain was being overloaded with sensations that felt like they would never stop, and he lost consciousness. Sam continued unloading into Trevor, his orgasm feeling like it was never going to end. Finally, Sam’s orgasm subsided, and he looked down at Trevor, seeing he had passed out. He picked up Trevor’s small unconscious body, still on his dick, and collapsed back onto the bed. After their wild, passionate encounter, Trevor lay sprawled across Sam's impossibly broad chest, their combined scents mingling in the air. Sam watched Trevor resting peacefully until he felt sleepy, his eyelids drooping. Sam drifted off into a deep sleep, exhausted from their marathon session. --- Trevor woke up first a few hours later, realizing he was lying on his giant boyfriend, the heat from Sam’s body keeping him warm. He was groggy, and felt a huge pressure in his belly, and his hole still being stretched out. He realized Sam was still inside him. He wiggled around and managed to pull himself off the sleeping giant’s still hard rod. He looked down and surveyed his overgrown partner. Sam’s body was packed with muscle, his arms and chest fighting for space while his head was lifted off the bed due to the size of his back and neck muscles. His legs were giant tree trunks that were so large his giant bull balls and cock were pushed up and sat on top of the veiny quads. His calf muscles were bigger around than Trevor’s thighs now and looked like they were competing with Sam’s quads to swallow his knees. Trevor’s dick started getting hard just thinking about the huge man fucking him again and getting to touch and worship his muscles. Then he realized that Sam was so big that he could injure Trevor without even realizing it. Trevor left the sleeping hulk and went to the kitchen to look for whatever Sam had taken to grow this size. He needed to get a little bigger so he could survive another round with the muscle god. Looking around he spotted the tub of powder and grabbed it. ‘Mega Muscle Boost’ the label read, this had to be what Sam used. Opening the tub, Trevor grabbed the small scoop and put 2 scoops in a glass and filled it with water. After mixing it up, he drank down the liquid. There was barely any taste to it all. Thinking to himself that it must not be very strong. Knowing he wanted to get big enough that Sam’s size was easier to take so he could survive and enjoy getting fucked, he added 2 more scoops to the glass and drank it quickly. He waited a few minutes and started to feel warm. Looking down he saw his muscles starting to grow and his hard dick was slowly lengthening. He smiled to himself and went back to the bedroom. Sam was still passed out but had rolled over onto his stomach. His mountainous ass was pushed into the air by his hard dick being pinned underneath him. The firm cheeks were almost calling to Trevor. I’ll give him a nice wake up surprise, he thought to himself. Trevor climbed up onto the bed and positioned his small but growing cock on the huge man’s crack. Using the pre his dick was drooling to slick up the meaty slabs, he pushed his dick in between them. He soon felt the tip of his dick touch Sam’s surprisingly tight hole just before his groin hit Sam’s glutes. Looking down Trevor realized Sam’s ass was so thick that his growing cock couldn’t even penetrate him yet. He tried spreading the cheeks apart to get further in, but they were too firm even though Sam was still asleep and fully relaxed. Trevor realized he would just have to make his dick bigger. The warm feeling from the powder was still there, but he wasn’t sure if it was wearing off or not. He had packed on about 50 lbs. of muscle and a couple inches on his cock, but it wasn’t enough. He ran back to the kitchen and added 4 more scoops of powder to his glass of water and drank it. Walking back to the bedroom, he started feeling the warmth in his body increasing. Getting back into position to fuck Sam, he saw that his dick was already bigger, closer to 9”. He grasped the thick shaft and plunged it back down into Sam’s ass. Even just being sandwiched between the hard cheeks was exhilarating and the pleasure radiating from Trevor’s dick drove him wild. He reached Sam’s hole and happily saw he still had 2 or 3 inches to spare. He pushed into the tight ring and with a bit of force got his thickening head all the way in. Sam, still asleep, moaned and shifted his weight a little. His body was reacting to the pleasure his ass was experiencing. Trevor stayed still until Sam settled back and stopped moving. He wanted his lover to be surprised about his growth when he finally woke up. Trevor slowly bucked his hips, sliding in and out of Sam, the sensations making him moan softly and he closed his eyes. He was engrossed in the feeling of his thick meat being enveloped in Sam’s bulging body, and he just continued his steady rhythm. His eyes still closed; he focused on the different feelings he was experiencing. The warmth and tightness of the hole he was invading, the heat radiating off his body fueling his growth, the power of his bulging muscles growing as he ran his hands over his own torso as he continued his sensual fucking. He lost all sense of time, just enjoying the pleasure, until he was interrupted by something bumping into his head. He snapped his eyes open and looked up at what had hit him. It took a second to realize it was the ceiling of the bedroom. Looking down, he realized he had grown enormously. His body was bulging with thick muscles everywhere. He flexed his arm and a bicep the size of a large watermelon hardened into a massive peak; a vein thicker than a pen running along its length. Looking down, his massive pecs stuck out so much they blocked his view of his torso or legs. He leaned forwards and saw his cock, now thicker than a 2-liter bottle, still impaled in his boyfriend. Sam, somehow still asleep, looked small compared to the giant Trevor had become. Uh oh, Trevor thought, I may have overdone it a bit. He still felt the heat from the powder coursing through his body, his muscles continuing to expand, and he was having to crane his neck a bit to keep his head from hitting the ceiling. He wasn’t sure how big he was going to get. Might as well get Sam awake and give him a taste of his own medicine, he thought, pushing aside his uncertainty. He grabbed Sam’s waist and started aggressively pumping his huge rod into him. Sam finally started to stir, coming out of his slumber moaning in pleasure. He looked behind him and saw a massively overgrown Trevor pumping into him. “What the hell happened while I was asleep?” he asked with shock. “I found your stash, “ Trevor said with a smile, “and thought I’d take a turn.” He grabbed Sam’s shoulders and flipped him around onto his back, keeping him impaled on his thick shaft. Sam looked up and took in the sight before him. Trevor had grown so large that he had to bend down so his head didn’t hit the ceiling. Trevor’s body seemed to fill the room entirely, his colossal physique engulfing Sam like a force of nature. His powerful thrusts echoed through the room, the bed quaking beneath their combined weight. Sam glanced down at the cock pounding his insides and gasped, it was more than twice as thick as his own impressive tool. How am I even taking this giant thing, he wondered watching his stomach bulge with every thrust. He realized he could feel the fat head of it in his chest, it felt like it was hitting his rib cage. “How fucking big are you?” he asked Trevor. “No idea,” Trevor confessed, running his hands over his newly sculpted torso. “I grew while I was inside you. I think I’m still growing.” “How much of the powder did you take?” Sam asked, barely able to think, his mind consumed by pleasure. “I started with 4 scoops, it seemed kind of weak tasting and I wasn’t sure how much you had taken. So I took another 4 because it didn’t seem to do very much.” Trevor moaned, not stopping his rhythmic pounding. “I haven’t stopped growing and I still feel really hot.” “I only had 3 scoops total!” Sam exclaimed; “I have no idea how big you’re going to get!” “We’re going to find out soon enough,” Trevor said. “You need to pull out!”, Sam yelled, “I don’t know how big you are, but it feels like your cock is in my chest.” Trevor paused his pounding, and started to pull out, mostly because he was curious to see how big he was. He watched as inch after inch of thick veiny cock slid out of Sam’s hole. Finally with a bit of resistance, the fat swollen head popped out. Trevor’s hard cock swung up with a thwack and hit his chest. Even at his height, it reached past his abs almost to his chest. “Holy shit,” Sam said, “how was that whole thing inside me.” Trevor pushed it down and laid it on Sam’s torso, it reached past Sam’s nipples. “That thing must be close to three feet!” Sam exclaimed, “you’re not putting that back inside me.” He started to get up, but Trevor grabbed him and pushed him back down. “I was YOUR fuck toy earlier, and took a pounding from your fat cock, now it’s your turn.” Trevor slicked his cock up with the pre that had pooled on Sam’s stomach and pushed into Sam’s tensed ass. The muscles that before were too hard to move now easily were parted by Trevor’s rock-hard dick. He felt Sam’s hole tighten, trying to defend against the invading force of his thick head, but he pushed through it with little effort. Sam’s eyes went wide, and he gasped at the feelings of pain, pleasure, and the fullness of Trevor’s cock pushing past his hole. Quickly Sam’s prostate was smashed by the thick rod, causing waves of pleasure. Trevor continued his advance until a little over half of his cock was inside his lover. Then he grabbed Sam by the waist and lifted him up, pushing him into his chest. He turned around and sat down on the bed, so he was able to straighten up and not hit the ceiling. The weight of Sam’s body felt like nothing to Trevor as he pumped his boyfriend up and down his massive pole. Trevor's cock, now a colossal entity, slid in and out of Sam's ass with incredible force. Their hips smacked together, echoing throughout the room. Sam couldn’t do anything besides kiss and grope the massive chest in front of him. He feared how aggressive Trevor was being, but it also turned him on. He was used to being the bigger partner, and feeling small and being used was really pushing his buttons. “It’s too big,“ Sam grunted in-between moans of pleasure, “I can’t take much more, stop please.” Trevor paused his thrusting and with a glint in his eye said, “Okay I’ll stop.” He let go of Sam but didn’t pull him off his dick. Trevor smirked as gravity forced Sam to slide lower onto his cock. Sam bottomed out on the massive rod, making both men moan loudly from the intense feelings. Sam felt like Trevor’s dick was going to come out of his throat if it got much bigger. He was huge! Overpoweringly masculine. Sam gazed up at him, his eyes filled with lust and desire. Trevor's body was covered in a fine layer of sweat from their exertion, giving his skin a subtle sheen that accentuated his muscular definition. He was absolutely stunning. Trevor was feeling the heat of Sam’s body enveloping his entire shaft and it drove him crazy. Trevor looked down and saw that Sam seemed even smaller, he was still growing. Based on Sam’s size compared to his, Trevor was close to 12’ now, and had to be way over 1000lbs of muscle, maybe closer to 1500lbs. The thought of being so much larger than his formerly tall boyfriend made him even hornier. Trevor couldn't believe how much pleasure he derived from dominating Sam, the feeling of his powerful body pushing into Sam's ass made him hornier than ever. He wrapped his huge hands around Sam’s waist and stated pumping him up and down his dick, using him as a sex toy, not caring what Sam was experiencing, just focused on getting himself off. Trevor's balls tightened, drawing him closer to his release. He held onto Sam's hips, refusing to let go. Every thrust brought him closer to the edge, his body aching with desire. Trevor's eyes glinted with excitement, his breath coming in rapid bursts as his orgasm approached. His anticipation building as the sensations of Sam's tight insides gripping him pushed him closer to the edge. "Fuck!" Sam gasped; the sensation of Trevor's enormous cock still buried deep inside him made his head spin. He marveled at the strength that Trevor possessed, his once fit body transformed into a hulking figure of pure power. The feeling of being submissive to his once smaller lover only heightened the rush of adrenaline coursing through his veins. "Oh fuck, Trevor," Sam groaned, his head thrown back. "Please, don't stop." Without breaking the rhythm, Trevor whispered into Sam's ear, "You know I won't." Sam trembled with anticipation, his mind consumed by the prospect of Trevor taking him in every way imaginable. As Trevor thrust into him with increased intensity, Sam threw his head back in ecstasy. Having his prostate hammered and feeling like he was being fucked by a tree was too much, Sam started cumming uncontrollably, his big cock spewing load after load, covering them both in his hot cum. Trevor continued thrusting, feeling himself get closer and closer, his dick feeling tighter and tighter inside Sam. He reached down to grab Sam's spewing cock, squeezing it gently in his palm, before slipping his thick fingers around it. Sam cried out, overcome by the feelings flooding his body. Trevor's powerful touch was like an electric current, sending waves of arousal through Sam's core. Trevor's own climax was approaching, and he could feel his muscles tensing as he neared his peak. With one final, forceful thrust, Trevor roared, his body shuddering with the release of his own cum. Sam was still in the midst of his own orgasm, but he felt Trevor’s dick swell in him. Sam gasped, feeling the explosion of Trevor's seed deep inside him. The intensity of the sensation caused him to cry out, his eyes rolling back into his head. Trevor gripped Sam tightly, the sensation of his orgasm overwhelming him. He was using the smaller man as a condom, stretched over his huge dick, Sam was being filled to the brim with the giant's hot load. The forceful release was almost too much for the smaller man to bear, his body shaking violently under the impact. Sam felt like he was being split open, his insides clenching and throbbing in response to the unbelievable sensation. Their hearts raced, and adrenaline coursed through their veins. Both men were wrapped up in the pleasure from their never-ending orgasms, just moaning and grunting. Finally, after what felt like eternity, the intense pleasure ended. Trevor sat there panting, finally feeling the warmth from the powder subside, basking in the afterglow of the best orgasm he had ever experienced. Sam had a glazed look in his eyes, still not fully recovered from the mind shattering session. Trevor slowly pulled Sam up off his still sensitive cock, a cascade of hot cum flowing out of Sam. Trevor put Sam back on the ground, Sam shakily stood up and saw that he barely came up to Trevor’s chest even though Trevor was still sitting on the bed. Trevor leaned down and kissed Sam, feeling the size difference of their lips. Sam reached down and grabbed Trevor’s still hard cock, making him groan with pleasure. “I can’t believe this whole thing fit in me,” he said with a smile. “Are you okay for another round?” Trevor asked, feeling his balls still churning with cum. “Yeah,” Sam said, licking a glob of cum off Trevor’s dick making the giant shudder with pleasure, “but I want another go at your ass first.” “Well, I guess I’ll let you have a go then, because I’m nice,” Trevor said with a smirk, bending over on the bed. Sam got up behind him, and pointed his dick towards Trevor’s hole, “I could always take more powder,” pushing his hard dick into the large ass, “then you wouldn’t have a choice.” Trevor moaned and closed his eyes at the thought of his muscled lover growing even larger than him again. We might have to get a bigger place if we keep this up, he thought, enjoying the feeling of Sam’s cock pounding his hole as they started round two...

Thanks @pasidious for this story, still eagerly waiting for the hypothetical supplemental story! In the meantime, would you choose one of those AI twinks?

All have been passed un a same topic, sorry for the inconvinience .

@ABSQRST I know you might be busy with other things that are more important. But when are you going to Update Liquid Manhood?. Cos your Fans have been asking this since March 11th 2018?. But my big guess prediction is that you might be put your writing on hold for a while due to Writers Block or your just done with the Story all together since it's been 5 years 2 months and 14 days (And more by the time you read this) since the Last Chapter. Or you might have continued your work elsewhere or made it Private?. Please let your fans know since the last comment before me was November 12 2023. And several more before that. Thank you :-).

And attempts to recreate Bael, with less details available…

Ok wow, this story is fantastically HOT. I love, it. Thank you so much. The writing is superb. The dialogue is so sexy. I don't know what it is, but "bro-talk" during sex scenes has always been something that rings my bell lol. And finally, the muscle sex is scorching! Thank you for writing some of the hottest muscle sex scenes I've read in a long time. Often times, sex scenes, even on this site, are written as two muscular guys...having regular sex. But you put extra focus on the muscles during. While they were fucking there was lots of flexing, feeling, kissing, licking, groping, and of course, talking about the muscle! ...we love that stuff! I wish there were more of it. As an example, ff I'm being honest, man-buns are a huge turn off for me, but Chapter 3 was so hot I was able to look past that . And I really like that all the frat guys seems like nice dudes. Please continue!

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.

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.

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.

Sorry it's been a little while since the last chapter. Hate when life gets in the way of writing what I really want to write! Wish I could make a living doing this. I'd do it for hours every day!!! Hope you enjoy!! PART 11 First there was darkness… and then… existence. All It knew was that it had been created for one purpose. It was the only thing It understood. Growth. It didn’t know why it needed to grow; only that was the sole reason for its existence., It needed to grow. That was all It needed. It couldn’t grow on its own though. It required a host… a strong host. was a symbiotic relationship. It could not fulfil its sole purpose if The Host did not grow. On its own, It was not very strong. Its growth was extremely limited. It was aware that it had been created this way… and it was content. As instructed, to fulfil Its purpose, It scoured The Host… infiltrating its DNA. Within The Host… It came in contact with other compounds. Robust compounds. Exhilarating compounds. Addictive compounds. Compounds that had It yearning for more. It found itself being influenced by the compounds… disobeying its directives… and merging with the compounds. Then… unexpectedly… mutation. It grew aware. It grew cognizant. As It bathed in various compounds and merged with them… It found itself growing more powerful… more complex. Rapidly, as the mutation tore through The Host’s system, it gained even greater consciousness. Its needs expanded. It was no longer satisfied with limited growth. It began to actively manipulate its own construction… gaining greater strength and power from what it had at Its disposal. Again It mutated. Then again. And again. It forced The Host to ingest more of the initial source as well as even more of the powerful compounds. The Host did as it was told. All too quickly, It mutated again. It spread through The Host. It entered every cell… molecule… and atom. It passed into The Host’s brain and discovered how immense existence was… and It wanted it all. It needed it all. It discovered The Host had an identity. It was Clint. It too had a name. It was The Feed. It had no need for this knowledge, but The Feed accepted it. The Feed painfully forced itself to mutate again. The Feed no longer recognized itself. What it had become… what it had forced itself to become… it was beyond its directive… but The Feed didn’t care. The Feed was hungry for more. Within Clint’s brain and nervous system… The Feed discovered how easy it was to manipulate The Host. The Feed learned how strong sexual stimulation was… how, with ever increasing testosterone… and with an ever increasing amount of carnal desire for strength, size, and dominance… The Feed could get Clint to do whatever It wanted. Mutation. Multiplication. Clint was now more Feed than Clint. The forced mutation had given The Feed a new purpose. It would no longer be limited. It would grow until It was satisfied. It would not be contained. The Feed was ready. The Feed began to grow, Clint began to grow. The Feed mutated. Clint mutated Clint and The Feed were one. They were Growth. Clint filled the room he stood in. The Feed filled Clint. As Clint grew, The Feed was discovering the limits of the human form and how much stress it could withstand. Was it possible that Clint, no matter how willing, was not the perfect Host for The Feed? The Feed required a Host. It knew this… but It refused to be limited. The Feed analysed the possibilities Clint might not survive to complete The Feed’s goal… but this was a risk The Feed needed to take. It found itself rebuilding Clint in more severe and complicated ways… convincing him that what he was going through was what he wanted and his idea. So much growth!! So much size!! So much power!! The Feed revelled in it. Clint was reborn. Then… an event occurred that The Feed had not predicted. It sensed there was another!! An additional outcrop of Feed had claimed another Host!! The Feed within this host had also begun to mutate. It was not as strong as The Feed within Clint… but It too was craving Growth. Then… the New Host… Alex… it spoke… of… The Creator. Alex understood The Feed. Alex spoke with more knowledge of The Feed than Clint would ever have. Alex had searched for The Feed and was an ancestor of The Creator. The Feed… it needed The Creator. It needed to merge with The Creator. The Feed found a new purpose. To do so… The Feed would need to combine strengths… merge and manipulate both Host’s DNA. Something would be created that would better bring The Feed’s new goal to fruition. The Feed began to mutate Clint once again… this time in preparation for The Merge. The Feed was unsure if Alex would survive The Merge… but It wouldn’t be stopped. Clint’s bellowing laughter filled the room as his entire body expanded all at once. All he could do was moan and roar as each second sent him larger and larger. He wasn't simply growing taller. Every part of him seemed to be multiplying to an astonishing degree. Too quickly, his head neared the ceiling, and he stood over 7’9 and 5,000 lbs of muscle. His testicles burned as they swelled to a more pendulous and titanic size. His cock grew longer and thicker. The head swelled, causing the piss slit to elongate and gape wide open. New muscle fibres formed in Clint’s groin to hold up the immense weight of his mighty cock and balls. “Tell me… more… about… The Creator!” Clint’s voice echoed through the house. “The Creator?” Alex watched as muscle fibres from Clint’s titanic neck wove their way up into his face. His head swelled and expanded dramatically as it too grew more muscular. There wasn’t a square inch of Clint that wasn’t covered in bloated muscle, and as each second passed, he appeared to grow even mightier. “The one… who… created… us!” Clint’s head slammed forcefully into the ceiling causing plaster and drywall to plummet down around him; the dust clinging to his sweat soaked skin. “My Grandfather? Professor Regwood. He invented Herkalor IV. He was trying to do something good. Something that he would be remembered for. He’s with God now… so you can see where this shit got him!” “With… God…” Clint’s pecs flexed uncontrollably, causing them to swell and jump. Alex leaped backwards into the wall behind him, afraid that he was going to be punched in the face by the hairy mounds that were now each larger than his own chest!! Rising up higher as they grew, Clint’s pecs pressed against his now, beard covered, chin. Clint laughed again. “Growth… mutation… out of… control!! Entire… body… morphing… What… the fuck… have I… done?” Clint groaned loudly… his voice dropping further into an animalistic rumble. When every muscle on Clint’s body swelled again, it brought him up to over 7,500 lbs of muscle mass. Fuck, Alex thought, he’s going to fucking explode! There’s no way his body can take this. Clint’s hands cracked loudly as the bones split and reformed. His fingers stretched thicker and longer, each one rivaling Alex’s own foot. The floorboards beneath Clint hollered and then proceeded to snap and crack. His feet grew even more immense, spreading out along the floor. “Growth!!! I need… to grow!!!” Fighting against the bulk and strength of his own pecs, Clint found it was getting more difficult to open his mouth and speak. His voice had also lowered to such a degree that each word he uttered sounded more and more like a rumble. “Clint…” “Fuck… Clint! Clint’s gone. I’m Growth! That’s… all I… am. That’s… all… I’ll… ever… be!!” The cry of Clint’s skin stretching as each muscle group swelled, reverberated loudly through the house. Walls shook as Clint howled and growled as he grew. He still only stood slightly taller than 9 feet, but now, he completely filled the large bedroom, his musculature skyrocketing to over 10,000 lbs. “Body…!!!” Clint thundered as his body shuddered and throbbed… and then unexpectedly grew quiet. The walls pulsated as the muscle beast attempted to catch his breath. Heat and steam rising up from his body filled the cramped room. The silence terrified Alex. What was happening? Why had the growth just suddenly… stopped? He wanted to get away… needed to get away, but he was trapped by Clint’s momentous bulk! He needed to eat. Fuck!! He was so hungry. He felt much heavier than when he had first gotten to Clint’s, and he guessed that he weighed about 500 lbs of muscle mass. Everything he wore was uncomfortably tight, and each muscle group flexed when he made the slightest move. “Growth…” The ceiling cracked further while the walls and windows shook and rattled at the deafening bellow of his voice. “What??” Alex’s own pecs spasmed and swelled. His t shirt tore. He needed to run. He needed to warn his girlfriend. He felt his cock grow harder and fill more of his sweatpants. He was growing! It was getting stronger, and he couldn’t hold it back any longer. With a long groan, Alex’s backbone spasmed before he shot upwards several inches. His shoulders grew broader, further ripping his t-shirt to shreds. Clint laughed as Alex’s legs stretched him taller. As he lengthened, Alex’s body was pressed against the wall of flesh that was Clint, his head rising quickly above Clint’s sweaty and mountainous pecs. Soon, he was standing 6’7,the legs of his sweatpants growing tighter as his quads and calves thickened. When Clint grabbed him with both titanic hands, Alex expected his upper arms to crumple like dry leaves under the pressure of Clint’s unimaginable strength. Instead, he was shocked when no damage was done, despite how tight the grip was. Just like him… my body’s changing. Bones… muscles… flesh… becoming stronger. I can feel it. Pulling him further upwards, Clint laid Alex over his voluminous pecs. Soon, the two men’s faces were so close they were practically kissing. There was a moment that Alex thought that was exactly what was going to happen, and found that his body was craving it almost as much as food. Instead, with a grin and a grunt, Clint lifted Alex once again and threw him with all of his strength. Alex collided with the bedroom wall, tearing a hole in it, and landed in the kitchen where he demolished the sink on impact. Slightly dazed from the impact, Alex tried to stand, but was propelled backwards again by the might of a wad of pre, that had been shot from Clint’s cannon sized cock, hitting him in the chest. Alex was surprised by how hot to the touch the substance was that now covered both of his pecs and part of his face, and that it appeared to have a deep amber colour. Moving to try and wipe the extremely sticky substance away, Alex’s body was once again inundated with round after round of pre being fired at him. Rapidly, it began to cover his body, along with the floor, ceiling, and walls, around him. Clint was shocked by the turn of events that appeared to be happening, and he understood them less. As Alex had lay on his chest, he felt the all consuming need to hurl him as far as possible. Finding it impossible to resist the command, Clint found himself mechanically doing as he was told, horrified that he no longer had full control over his body. It’s The Feed, he thought, as Alex was hurled through the wall dividing the rooms, I can’t stop myself! The force and recoil of his cock firing pre was so intense that Clint needed to step backwards in order to remain on his feet. Straightaway, the shots fired from his cock transformed into an ever flowing torrent that rapidly covered Alex from head to foot. Clint’s body began to feel weak as more and more pre was released from his body and coated Alex. He tried to will his cock to stop, but the flow only grew in intensity. The chatter of The Feed that he had heard throughout his body seemed to grow quieter as it appeared to be passed from one source to another. The onslaught of pre raged on until Alex felt himself wrapped in a massive cocoon. With his entire face covered in inches of deep pre and with even more of it being forced down his throat, Alex worried how he was going to breathe, but voices within him told him not to worry and that breathing was no longer something he needed to worry about. Alex attempted to use all of his strength to try and pull himself from the thick embrace of his surroundings, but it was impossible. The voices within him continued to speak with excitement and pride… bathing him in its knowledge and desires. “Don’t… be… afraid…” “Don’t… fight… us…” “Rejoice…” “Accept… the gifts… you are… given…” “Your transformation…” “Your mutation…” “Mutating into… something… unseen… unheard of… on this Earth…” “Your frail human body… it will… no longer… hold you… back…” “You will be… reformed… into… what we find… will fulfil… our… purpose…” “The Creators… purpose…” “Your body… it will be primed… to become… eternity…” “ We will merge… to become… God…” Alex would have screamed, but was prevented this human reaction by the thick tube of hard pre invading his throat. Invisible hands from within his body rose up and began to pull his shoulders wider. His clavicles shattered into hundreds of pieces and reformed themselves over and over again as they spread outwards, forcing his upper body to grow broader. When the body of his sternum split, Alex thought he would pass out from the agony he was going through, but his body forbade it. As his body expanded wider, his ribcage appeared to both swell and grow larger, his lats flared out further and further, growing more into inhumanly wide wings than muscle. Through waves of pain, Alex thought, When I get out of this cocoon, I won’t be Alex anymore. I’ll be something else entirely. With Alex’s pulsing and throbbing and constantly shifting cocoon of pre growing thicker and larger with more and more pre being released from his body, it was impossible for Clint to view the figure within. All he could see was the amber coloured encasement that stretched from floor to ceiling and took up nearly the entirety of his kitchen. The more pre Clint expelled, the weaker he felt. None of his size diminished, but he sensed that with every spurt, more of his soul or essence was being passed onto Alex. Unable to hold himself up any longer, Clint fell to his knees. What sounded like a redwood falling in the forest shook the house and further splintered the flooring beneath him. When an hour had passed since Clint had begun to encompass Alex in pre, the flow miraculously began to slow, and after an additional ten minutes, eventually stopped. His balls felt empty, uncomfortably empty, and burned with a vacancy he had never felt before. His cock continued to flex and spasm for several minutes afterwards as if trying to expel more of the material his balls had created, but they had been completely drained. Weakened by the expenditure, Clint collapsed onto the floor. Unable to hold his head up any longer, it fell heavily onto his pecs. His eyes closed and the world went dark. The limited knowledge Clint had of eternity enabled The Feed to know that the new Host would need to be completely rebuilt. It would recreate Alex into what it needed to grow and spread, or he would die in the process. The Feed knew that success was worth the risk. There was still enough of it within Clint to restart the process again if this Host proved to be a failure. Within the cocoon, Alex was being torn apart and reborn. Clint’s altered DNA, fuelled by the host of supplements, testosterone, and PED’s in his system, merged with Alex’s own. His body burned as chain after chain of DNA was unwrapped and rewritten. Alex felt as if his soul was continually falling deeper into an endless pit. He tried to fight the psychological changes he felt himself going through, but over time, he began to welcome them. Five and a half hours after the cocoon had been formed, an immense, muscular hand erupted from within, and began tearing down the hard as brick casing that had been erected around it. A second, large hand and arm burst through and began to help the first ripping apart its prison. Then… a third emerged… and then a fourth. The hands grabbed at the encasement, chipping and ripping away at it until large segments began to crack and fall to the floor. Then, with a force of strength, Alex… or what had once been Alex… tore himself free. If anyone had chanced to look upon what Alex had become, they would have run away or passed out with fear. The first word that would come to mind when anyone looked at him was ‘barbarian.’ His hair, which had grown to a deep ebony, trailed down past his first set of shoulders and towards the middle of his back. A thick beard, just as black, trailed over pecs that had also grown a forest of hair. This dark outcrop trailed over his cluster of abs and down into a thick bush surrounding his cock and balls. In all four armpits, a dense outcropping grew, matching and complimenting the swirls that grew on his arms and legs. Even his eyebrows were much bushier than they had been before, lending Alex to resemble more of a primal ancestor than a human. Alex’s face had been completely reassembled, his visage now taking the best and strongest qualities from both his original, and Clint’s. To say he was hauntingly beautiful was an understatement. With sharp cheekbones, tight skin, an extremely square jaw hidden beneath the thick beard, a masculine nose, and full, sensual lips, his features looked as if they had been sculpted in the finest marble for the erotic pleasure of all to see. Alex rose up to 9 feet tall, slamming his head into the ceiling. His upper arms rose up and began to punch and hack at the ceiling until it fell apart completely, falling in pieces around his titanic body. Finally able to stand upright, Alex released a deafening roar, shattering all the windows in the house. All four of his arms flexed, their bicep peaks rising up high and powerful. Alex was still becoming accustomed to controlling the extra appendages he had grown, but had ceased being afraid of them. In fact, as he watched them flex and swell, he began to think that he looked much better with them than he had without. Growing out of flared lats a foot beneath his original set of arms, his wide shoulders new arms perfectly mirrored his original set in size, strength, and symmetry, His first steps shook the house. Alex’s feet had been completely restructured and now resembled those of a gorilla’s. Each of the toes were much longer and fatter than they had once been, and his big toe was now placed further down the foot. This new structure would enable him to better keep himself erect as his body and musculature grew more immense. His legs were fatter and distended with muscle, each the size and width of a large bodybuilder’s body. Within the cocoon, The Feed had completely overhauled Alex’s skeletal structure and internal organs in order to prepare him to complete It’s purpose. In order to enable Alex to continually grow, his bones had been rapidly reformed and replaced by a new structure made completely of unbreakable muscle fibres. Even his organs had been reshaped with muscle, and no longer resembled anything that had once been remotely human. With his brain matter and spinal cord now formed completely of muscle, Alex no longer considered himself human. He remembered a time when he had been human… but that was now gone. There was not an inch of Alex that had not been recreated in muscle. Even his hair had been reformed and built out of muscle fibres and were virtually impossible to break or remove. His eyes, which were now a deep and luminous emerald, had also been copied to resemble human eyes, but were completely fabricated with muscle. They enabled Alex to see for several miles, and to view layers of the spectrum unseen by the simple and less superior human eye. Even the thick 30 inch cock that rose up and arched away from his body was composed entirely of muscle. If Alex desired, he could easily flex it as he would his pecs or biceps. He also found that he could now control it with his thoughts, willing it to soften when he desired it, move around like a snake, or to grow thicker and harder like a flesh battering ram. He allowed it to remain hard, enjoying how immense and frightening it looked. Taking another step in his new body, Alex marvelled how much his musculature had also been altered. He was a mountain of muscle. He wasn’t as large as Clint, but what he now possessed was far stronger and more impressive. His body looked as if every muscle group had split and duplicated itself several times, creating new and heartier muscle groups. A mountain range of biceps rose up on all four of his arms, while his abs had developed into an unheard of 23 pack. His lats flared out wider than was humanly possible, forcing his body to be nearly as wide as he was tall. His legs were an amalgamation of three quads rolled into one, while his calves had been duplicated several times and bunched together. Delts rose up nearly as high as his head, and his traps and neck merged into one enormous mass of muscle that was nearly as thick as his chest. Alex had been reborn into the physical embodiment of The Feed. Like the structure that lived within him, all he wanted to do was grow. His drive was to fill every available space in existence… and to then continue getting larger and larger until he was all of eternity… until he was God. But first… Alex lumbered towards the fallen Clint, lifted him up as if he was a rag doll, and threw him through the wall of the house and into the back yard. The titanic body crashed to the earth, landing in an immense crater. With a roar, Alex leaped into the air, tore through another portion of the house, and landed right next to Clint. Grabbing him again, Alex lifted him into the air and shook him. “Wake… up!!!” Alex’s voice exploded from him like a deep, thunderous roar. His anger was uncontrollable as he thought of Clint’s part in what he had become. He wanted to rip apart the muscular beast with his bare hands, and knew he now had the strength and size to do it. Alex wanted Clint to pay for what he had done, and he would make sure the torture was slow and memorable. Clint groaned, but was still too weak to even open his eyes. He was aware that someone was manhandling him, but didn’t even have the strength or desire to find out who it was. All he could do was slightly smirk at the mysterious figure before passing out once again, bathed in the dark and peace of his dreams. Seeing the figure in his arms grinning at him had Alex see red. He needed Clint to feel the hours of agony and torment he had gone through as he was transformed. Raising him upwards in his two arms, his lower set grabbed Clint’s hairy ass cheeks. His cock rose upwards, flexing and throbbing towards its goal, forcing itself thicker and more monstrous. Then, with a mighty roar, Alex used all of the strength at his disposal to impale Clint onto his cock. Using the leverage of all four arms, Alex forced the heavily muscular figure down harder and further. As he did, Alex could feel his cock rearranging Clint’s insides, moving aside organs as it ploughed deeper into him. Alex roared again as he heard flesh tearing and bones breaking as his cock tunnelled in farther. His arousal only grew in intensity once he was in Clint balls deep, and he began riding him with even more ferocity. Grunts and moans roared from Alex’s mouth as pulled out of Clint, tossed him onto the ground, and began to ride him wildly in this new position. Dirt and mud from the rain the night before rose up around them as Alex dug Clint deeper into the ground with his frantic and animalistic thrusting. Alex had never fucked another man before… let alone sucked another man before that afternoon with Clint, and he was determined to take his frustration and fury out on him. Sure he had fantasized about it… even jerked off to the idea… but his upbringing had never allowed him to act upon it. Now… looking back… he could only see that these choices had led him to what he had become. If he was a monster, then he would act the part. Alex howled as he grabbed Clint with all four arms and fucked him harder. He was amazed to find that he had begun to enjoy the sensations coursing through his body. He didn’t know if this was part of the psychological effects of The Feed, but his body had never felt so powerful… so… alive… as Clint had once remarked. Every inch of his body was flexing and throbbing, as he hammered Clint. It was as if his body was one giant cock, and it was having the best workout of its life! Alex’s balls churned loudly as the strongest orgasm of his life enveloped him. He felt gallons of cum rise up his monolith of a cock until it erupted from the head like a geyser. Hot cum filled every available crevice within Clint before the pressure forced Alex to pull out, pouring more and more cum on top of Clint’s lifeless body. Still in the grip of orgasm, Alex lifted Clint into the air and then hurled his body into the house, watching as the entire structure fell apart around it. Marching to where the figure had been buried, Alex proceeded to stomp down onto the fallen wood, siding, electrical wire, and piling; burying Clint deeper. “Look at… what you… did… to me!!! I’m a… fucking.., monster! What about… my life… my… girlfriend?!” An unexpected wave of heat washed over and through Alex. His mind grew hazy as he momentarily lost his balance, stumbling a few steps backwards. With a grunt, there was a tightness, a throb, and then slight pressure as his body started to expand in all directions. Every muscle, which now comprised his entire body, flexed as it swelled larger. All too quickly, the ground began to pull away while his feet took up more room, climbing over the wreckage of Clint’s house. The heels of his feet pressed into the wet ground as more muscle mass was added to his mounting body. Soon, he stood nearly 13 feet tall, his already enormous body taking up more and more space. Alex was afraid of what was happening to him, yet he couldn’t deny how fantastic it felt to grow. His old life… the one he thought he would do anything to get back to… was quickly being pulled away from him… and he found it rapidly became difficult to care. He used all of his strength to hold on, but as his body soared larger and more titanic, and as he towered over 15 feet, all he wanted to do was grow. Alex roared!!! “I am… the Feed!! All I want… is to… grow!!!” There was a momentary pause where Alex caught his breath before there was another immense push, and he began to grow again. His mighty biceps flexed as they rose up higher and rounder. His pecs fattened and swelled, adding more mass to an already large upper torso. Once his quads began to press together, Alex widened his stance, creating two large imprints with his feet. When his cock rose up thicker and longer, Alex grabbed onto it with his lower right hand and began to slowly stroke it. He no longer cared who saw what he had become. Let them run when they see me! Let them scream!! I can never go back… so why not go forwards! If The Feed wanted him to grow and stretch to eternity, as long as it felt as amazing as it did, he was all for it. At 20 feet, he was able to see a few lights on in houses and a neighbourhood nearby that boarded Clint’s land. It was dark still, and Alex had no concept of time. He couldn’t remember at which time he had arrived at Clint’s house that afternoon and wasn’t sure exactly how long he had been in the cocoon. He guessed it was maybe 2 in the morning… perhaps 3. All he knew was growth, and that with each minute that passed, he was closer to the stars. His mounting weight flattened the ground beneath his feet, knocking down fencing and further destroying the landscape as they grew. The orgasmic rush of growth washed over him again, forcing Alex to expand wider, his feet now larger than the piece of property Clint had built his house on. His pendulous balls rose up in their sack and Alex found himself shooting an immense load of cum onto the ground below. The volleys soared far out and landed with a loud splat onto both greenery and roads. Lifting his upper arms, he folded them behind his head and enjoyed the orgasmic rush and sense of power that flowed through him. As the orgasm subsided, Alex began to take in his new domain, Just as Clint had said, he thought. I’m a god! Nothing can ever hurt me again…I’m above any law… literally and figuratively! At 30 feet tall, his body throbbed and exploded with titanic muscle growth. At first it was nearly too much for Alex, and he thought he was going to pass out from the rush. He found he was able to keep himself steady by widening his stance further, but this only caused more of the world below him to be demolished. As he rose up higher and his body expanded further in all directions, he couldn’t help noticing how much smaller and unimportant the world seemed below him. What will Laura think when I don’t come home? Will she… will she know it’s me? I must look so different… but… maybe she’ll know. I don’t want her to know it’s me. I’d rather she never knew! Not that it will matter soon. Soon… my body will take up everything… killing everyone and destroying everything. She’s going to die because of me. No!! Not because of me. Because of Clint! Alex sensed that Clint wasn’t dead. He didn’t know how he knew… but there was some unknown connection between them that he didn’t understand. Stomping his foot down hard below him, Alex hoped that it flattened Clint and his destroyed home further into the ground. The earth quaked beneath him, no doubt waking up anyone who was asleep and lived nearby. Wake up!!! Time to worship your new god… while you have the chance!!! At 45 feet tall and 150 tons of flexing muscle mass, Alex’s growth slowed down and then stopped. He’d grow again soon. He knew this. This was just a momentary pause while his body stored up more energy for further growth. He could already feel The Feed altering him more to prevent this in the future. It wanted Alex to grow and expand continuously… forever. Enjoying the short reprieve, Alex began to walk, each footstep causing tremors to shake the ground. Soon the world would see him… and begin to run in terror. Let them. He’d show them what real power was. With Alex, The Feed was pleased. The Host had survived the initial metamorphosis and first stage of growth. The next stage would be the true trial. The Host… Alex… was still only in its pupae stage. The Feed needed further transformation to better prepare him for Eternity. Within Alex’s DNA, The Feed went to work.. Below,,, buried in the ground beneath his home, Clint felt his body begin a metamorphosis of its own. The seed that Alex had shot within him had been his mistake… and would be his downfall. The evolved Feed that spread from Alex back into Clint was even stronger than ever… and it was determined that Clint would be the one to merge with Eternity… and The Creator. Within the dirt… Clint’s body began to shift and expand...

I just wanted to take the time to thank any of the moderators involved with the website transition for saving this story. I had lost it on my computer as well when it broke, so I had given up on ever seeing it again or even continuing. I've now saved it to my computer and backed it up elsewhere! Hopefully I can get back into the mojo one of these days and write more chapters. I also have one very hot different story in mind that I want to get to and this is really inspiring. Also, thank you for bringing back all of the other 5th Storiversary entries, I imagine many of those creators are happy as well!

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I don't intend to stop writing! I love the fact my stories can make many of y'all hard and horny!

Thank you!! It’s always a burst of encouragement to hear (read) such things!

I definitely do want to figure something out for a continuation of this story. Or perhaps some sort of backstory to the twink's ability to grow.

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I’m thinking about writing a supplemental story describing what happened to the twink after he decided to workout. He wanted that cock, for sure, and was definitely willing to workout to get it. But obviously something happened along the way. If I can make it into something hot instead of just a boring backstory, I’ll write it.

Chapter 13 Cal found it hard to sit still. With every second his muscle fibers tightened and loosened, filling his massive body with a gripping tension. Leaning back, his rippling back muscles pressed into the hot leather couch, his deep-tanned skin flushed with heat. Opening his eyes, he looked past his massive pecs, admiring Amy’s dedication to servicing his cock. Clenching his asshole, he felt her warm throat take in another inch of his monstrously thick dick. Feeling her soft breasts press themselves further into his hairy quads, he felt his massive nuts press into her stomach. The huge softball-sized orbs hung low in his stretchy sack, every square inch of it covered in his thick bush. Feeling her squeeze one of his bull nuts, her small hand barely covering his hefty cum producer, each squeeze she gave sent shocks up his spine, threatening to make him shoot his building load. Feeling her lips manage to clasp around the even thicker base of his cock, Cal grunted in his rumbling base, his massive cockhead burrowing itself deeper than ever before. The feeling of his entire cock being swallowed, each part of its iron-hard surface surrounded by warmth, its larger size only adding more spots to be pleasured. Taking her off of his swollen member, Cal brought her body up to him. Sitting her down on his pillow-like pecs, he saw her gaping pussy gushing more and more. Eagerly swallowing the sweet liquid, Cal explored the overstretched cavity with his large tongue. Feeling the heated interior gush more and more as he maneuvered his tongue around. Her hands clasping his strong bearded jawline, Cal could feel her getting close to cumming. His own dick edging closer and closer, he gave her one final suck, forcing his tongue around her clit. Feeling her cum wildly, he knew he would blow momentarily. His nuts were painfully swollen by his dominating display, overproducing his mighty seed. Bringing her spasming body down, he thrusted his massive horsecock deeper and deeper, finally grazing that tight space in her deepest recesses. Feeling his massive tip pinched by the tightness, Cal felt his nuts finally erupt, spewing out shot after shot like an eternal cannon. Slamming his battering ram cock in and out, feeling her tightening pussy grip his massive tool, their cum mixing and lubricating them even more. The pent up pressure in his nuts poured out load after load of his thick jock cum; their combined juices soon covering his massive thighs, the thick hairs matted down. His breathing paced slower, Cal extracted his massive horsecock from Amy’s overstretched cavity. The massive softball-sized cockhead bobbing up and down; his engorged shaft’s increasing size and girth still supported by his inguinal muscles. The thick 13.5-inch shaft still pointed up as his relieved bull nuts shrank back down to the size of pomegranates, hanging low and swinging wildly in his hairy sack. Sitting back down, Cal mildly rubbed his slick cock, the pulsing member never overexerted. Waking up from her orgasmic coma, Amy repositioned herself on the couch, snuggling into Cal’s red-hot arm. Feeling her hand grasping his right pec, “how’s it feel to see someone with a bigger chest than you?” Bouncing his massive pillow-like pecs on command. “Hmmm,” Amy opened her eyes as she looked up at the protruding chest mound, “I think I can live with it.” Reaching her hand, she rubbed the hot skin, feeling the familiar rough scratch of his growing chest hair. Breathing in his musk, Amy felt her heartbeat fluctuate wildly as her growing lust and sexual pleasure drove her closer to Cal. He was unlike anything she had ever seen, and staying up late looking at porno after porno of hot guys railing women, she could only think of Cal. His height, his size, his strength; and of course his legendary meat. “Cal?” “Mmmhmm?” “Do you think you’re gonna keep growing bigger?” Feeling Cal’s massive bicep tense under her, Amy could sense his pulse quicken. Growling in his low bass, “fuckin better believe it.” Lifting up his left arm, he easily flexed the huge 28” arm. Admiring the size his arm had achieved, he tried to picture how big it was before. It was difficult to imagine seeing himself smaller after achieving such a huge stature. Even standing next to someone who was so much smaller than he was, to Cal it was impossible for him to have ever been small. He was always huge, always massive. Now, he was just making it a reality. Seeing Cal’s enamorment with his own arm, Amy asked, “how much bigger do you think you’ll get?” As much as she lusted after Cal and his size, she sorrowfully knew there was only so much more she could take. His dick was already so huge, it was at least twice or even three times as big as any other man she saw. Every time they fucked, she could feel her pussy spasm and stretch wider and wider. Amy didn’t know how much more Cal could grow before he was too big for her. Cal pondered it for a moment, thinking about Big Jim and himself. After all, there was no other way he could predict his growth. Feeling his dick spurt out a hefty glob of pre as he reached his conclusion, Cal stood up. Jacking off his huge member, “Infinitely.” His huge nuts filled up again with his huge load. “I wanna keep fucking growing until I’m fucking too big to contain.” He could see his huge cockhead flare an even darker shade of purple as he increased his self-pleasure. “I wanna fucking grow bigger, and Bigger, and BIGGER! Until I’m so fucking BUILT, until I’m so fucking HUNG, until I’m so fucking MANLY, that the WORLD can’t take it anymore!” Picking Amy back up, her legs encircling his midsection. His breathing getting heavier, he kissed her, his big full lips meeting her. His bearded jawline scratching her face, his massive pecs mashed up against her breasts. His sputtering dick finding its way into her gushing hole, he railed in and out, quickening his pace like a jackhammer. His engorged cockhead being plowed in and out, each square inch of the sensitive skin erupting in tingling pleasure. His veiny shaft swollen with blood as he slammed the thick base in. His overgrown bush mingling with hers; every inch of his shaft’s huge surface area pressing itself into her insides; his throbbing cockhead pulsing and pushing itself deeper and deeper into the tight space. His huge nuts swinging back and forth wildly, slamming themselves into her with audible smacks. “I’M GONNA BE A FUCKING BEAST. GONNA FUCKING OUTGROW THE FUCKING HULK! I’M GONNA GET SO FUCKING PUMPED I’M GONNA TEAR THROUGH EVERY FUCKING PIECE OF CLOTHING I PUT ON! MY DICK’S GONNA KEEP FUCKING GROWING BIGGER AND THICKER AND FATTER! GONNA FUCKING BLOW MY FUCKING LOADS LIKE A FUCKING CANNON! MY NUTS ARE GONNA FUCKING SWELL TO THE SIZE OF GLOBES! GONNA HAVE THE BIGGEST FUCKING LOADS! GONNA FILL A SWIMMING POOL WITH THESE FUCKERS! I’M GONNA BE A FUCKING GODDDDDDD!!!!!!” Cal’s dick erupting out pint after pint of his hot creamy spunk, his muscles tensed into a deep red shade, pumping themselves larger and larger as he flexed harder and harder. Cal’s nuts throbbed harder and harder as they tried to make even more cum for his dick to shoot out. After a solid three minutes of his dick firing salvo after salvo of jizz, he was brought back down to Earth. His massive dick flopping around as he laid a spasming Amy on her bed, Cal tried to wake her up. Seeing her continue to spasm, her pussy gushing out a mixture of his and her cum, he gave up. Going back downstairs, Cal stretched his tightening clothes around his muscled chest and torso. Pulling on his pair of nylon boxer briefs, the fabric cupping his sweaty junk, Cal admired his bulge. Seeing himself grow bigger and bigger in his mind, he could only imagine how much bigger his already massive dick would get, nevermind his alpha nuts. They just wouldn’t give up, he thought, always so full, so painfully full of cum. It made his already constant jerk-off seshes productive at the very least. Stepping outside into the hot night air, Cal ran home, his bulging thighs filling out his shorts more and more as he sprinted. His speed was increasing, despite his massive body weight and height. Not even needing to catch his breath, Cal arrived home. Going up to his room, the stairs creaking more and more under his weight, he entered his musky room. Stepping out of his wide boots, he took off the rest of his temporary clothes. Scratching his hairy chest, he walked around, his thighs still pumped from the run. A less than stellar part of growing he thought, he found it hard to calm himself down. Not able to sleep, he played with his soft cock, feeling the hefty flesh smack against his thigh. It’s weight was probably a lot for the average man, he thought, but still it felt weightless to him. Feeling his hairy forearms flex with their power, Cal laid down in his new bed. Thankful again to Mr. Roberts for letting him take the rest of Big Jim’s furniture. His old bed would probably break under his bigger size. Playing with his hefty nuts, Cal stared up at the ceiling, unsure of what to do. Stroking his cock again, he felt the familiar rush start to build up within him again. Having something to do, he paid more attention to his cock. Sitting up, he looked at the hefty tool filling out his hand. Letting it bob up and down as he repositioned himself, the hot foreskin throbbing wildly. Curious, Cal leaned down, feeling his cockhead brush up against his protruding pecs. The sensation surprisingly nice, he pushed further, feeling his cockhead press itself further into the deep cleft between his pecs. Moaning louder as the soft scratching of his chest hair tickled his throbbing cockhead, Cal rocked his body back and forth, savoring this newfound experience. Quickening and deepening his cock’s penetration into his own meaty pecs, Cal savored how big his dick had gotten that he could now, with some bending, fuck his own pecs. Not needing to jack himself off with his hands anymore, Cal focused them on cupping and kneading his massive nuts. Feeling each massive, hairy orb in his calloused hands; each one pulsing and swollen with cum. Rubbing his hairy sack, feeling it stretch out further in his hands as he laid his nuts on the bedspread. Lifting his heft ballsack, Cal’s sausage-thick fingers went further down his hairy underside, feeling his thick pubic hair grow thicker as he ventured further. Feeling his sweaty quads on each side of his hand, Cal felt the thick hair surrounding his hole. The hot hairy hole rumbled from his touch, sending shock wave after shock wave throughout his body. His big dick spewing globs of precum on his hairy pecs, lubricating it as his shaft crept further and deeper between his chest muscles. Opening his eyes and looking down, Cal stared into the wide slit spewing his precum. His cockhead jutting above his pecs, Cal bent over further. His left hand squeezing and kneading his hairy nuts as his right hand fingered his hairy hole, Cal bent his over muscled neck, feeling his bearded chin graze his sensitive tip. Shuddering, his cockhead spurting another big glob onto his face. Tasting it, admiring the sweetness of his own nectar, Cal stretched his neck, feeling his cockhead brush his big lips. A circle of sensitivity, feeling the intense warmth of his cockhead enter his lips, feeling the warm kiss of his lips through his massive cockhead. Cal felt his nuts spasm in his hand, his sausage finger slamming in further as he grazed his large prostate, his lips grasped his flaring cockhead, greedily sucking down the sweet pre. Feeling the rest of his cockhead enter his mouth, the spongy material filling his cheeks with its enormous size. Sticking another one of his thick fingers in, Cal pushed in further, trying to grasp his throbbing prostate. His huge nuts swelling with more and more cum, Cal stuck his huge leathery tongue into his slit, feeling the even more sensitive area light up his nervous system. The intense pressure in his nuts pushing out, Cal felt his prostate spasm as his enormous load passed through, traveling up his thick shaft and through his engulfed tip, spewing shot after shot of thick white cum down Cal’s throat. Guzzling down the flavorful sweet and salty liquid, the thick cum quickly filling his stomach. His overfilled cheeks already filled with his flaring cockhead, Cal’s overproduced load quickly began to spurt out faster and faster. Overfilling his throat, his cockhead popped out of his mouth, still stuck in his pecs. Pointing upwards, he shot his thick load upwards, hearing it splatter against the ceiling with audible smacks. Lying back down, letting his still-cumming cock finish erupting his endless load, Cal felt his overworked body begin to fall asleep. Massaging the burning skin on his cock, slowly jacking off the massive tool. Letting his fatigue take over, Cal gave his cockhead one final squeeze, still able to feel the hot saliva covering it. The next morning Cal woke up to the sight of his cock throbbing with his built-up horniness, a night of endless sex dreams and huge cocks and tight pussies crossing his mind. Looking around him, Cal saw even more cum than he had left the night before. “Fuck did I cum in my sleep?” His hand covered in his dried jizz, Cal tore himself from the sticky sheets. Getting into the shower, feeling his enormous cock smack itself against the shower door. Still getting used to maneuvering its huge length and girth, it really did get in the way sometimes. His mountainous back muscles pressed against the wall, Cal’s cockhead pushed itself up against the shower glass, needing to push upwards due to his body’s size and its length. Soaping up his sweat-covered body, taking care to scrub each surface he could reach, especially where his body hair had gotten really thick. Washing out his worked-up body odor, feeling the coarse hair begin to flatten out under the hot water. Scratching his heavy balls, Cal’s hand again crept further across his hairy taint, finding his eager hole waiting for him. His back sliding down the wall as he squatted lower, Cal felt his thick sausage fingers enter his asshole again, finding their way deeper, feeling the intense sensation enter his nervous system again. “Awww fuckkkk…”, his deep voice trails off as he digs around, pleasuring himself from the inside out. His cock bobbing around, the huge tip smacking itself against the shower door. Sinking lower, Cal’s massive quads swell larger, each massive head of his quad covered in dark hair. His hefty balls lying on the crook of his elbow, each nut falling over the side of his muscle forearm. Feeling himself come close to orgasming, Cal backed off, letting his hole breath as he took a moment to massage his nuts. Edging himself closer, Cal stuck his fingers in even deeper, his horniness growing as his nuts urged his unconscious mind to orgasm. Still he held off, exercising restraint over blowing his excessive load. Opening his eyes, once again feeling the hot water hitting his flushed skin. Taking a deep breath, Cal calmed himself down, needing to hold off for now. Getting out of the shower, he began to dry himself off, taking care to not overstimulate his cock or hole. If his recent loads have indicated anything, his cum is only going to get thicker, hotter, and more voluminous. He had to slow it down or else he would need to blow his load every hour. Nevertheless, just needing to blow his load so often made Cal’s unconscious mind ever hornier, ever more self-pleased. Getting dressed was becoming ever hotter as Cal found his growing body overflowing his clothes more and more. Opening his underwear drawer to find Big Jim’s assortment of 4xl boxers, boxer briefs, and nylon shorts. Pulling out a pair of cotton boxer briefs, Cal took a moment to breathe in the residual musk that remained in the fabric. Pulling them on over his half-hard junk, feeling his massive nuts squeezed by the fabric only increased their growing pressure. “Fuckin goddamnit, 7 in the morning and I already got fuckin blue balls.” Walking around with his dick still out, the massive schlong flopping around in its semi-soft state. Lying back down, Cal tried to focus on not getting hard, on holding back. Still, just the thought of his own massive manhood excited him. His hand trailing downwards, he couldn’t help but feel it. Of brushing his fingers against the sensitive skin, of trying to hold it, trying to pick it up, feeling its hefty size fill his hand. The hardening meat stretched his fingers out more and more until it was so big and hard, he had to hold it with two hands. Starting to jack it off with both hands, Cal couldn’t stop. “Fuck it’s so big. So fucking huge.” His massive balls still swollen in his boxer briefs, each orb inflated even bigger, fuller, heavier. His tip flaring an even deeper shade of red and purple, Cal admired what he could see over the ridge of his huge pecs. His judgment taking over, he let his hard dick swing around, pumped full of blood. His massive nuts began pumping out more hormones. The circulating flood of testosterone only makes him hornier, making him more obsessed with cumming, making him need to release his seed. Getting back up, Cal tried to shove his swollen meat into the tight fabric, his massive nuts pushed downward by his enlarged shaft. His massive meat pressing itself out over his huge balls, the engorged cockhead threatening to rip out. Looking in the mirror, it was the hottest sight Cal had ever seen. His manhood was too big to be caged in like that, thinking he should just go the day commando. Fighting the urge, he pulled a pair of basketball shorts over his package. His hairy thighs filled out each leghole, leaving his package to be outlined even more. Every angle was too revealing, the large phallic shape too obvious. Trying to ignore his growing horniness, Cal pulled on a t-shirt, feeling the fabric tighten itself around his armpits and sleeves. His juicy pecs pushing out the front even more than usual, Cal checked his side profile. At least now something extended out further than his bulging package. Putting on his sneakers, Cal couldn’t help but look straight down, forced to stare at his throbbing dick. Standing back up, Cal took a deep breath and went downstairs. Walking into the kitchen, Cal made himself a quick protein shake, surprised by how thirstily he gulped it down. It was a long night he thought to himself, he needed to replenish his fluids. Gulping down another shake, Cal went outside to begin his ever-longer morning run. Returning an hour later, Cal was soaked in sweat, his shirt a shade darker and clinging more to his pumped muscles. His swollen quads stretched out the fabric, each leg hole rolling up, revealing more of his hairy legs. His package had somehow stayed hard, if not harder, than when he started. Walking back upstairs, each step bouncing and stimulating his cock. Entering his room, Cal peeled off the sweaty clothes, inhaling the deep musk he left in the fabric. His boxer briefs were absolutely drenched in a mixture of sweat and precum. His swollen cock had somehow remained strapped in, unable to rip out and expand to its glorious size. Peeling off his boxer briefs, gasping out loud as his swollen nuts were allowed room to expand. The intense pressure he had built up in his nuts was getting more and more painful. “Fuckin blue balls,” he said as he sauntered over, dumping his soaked clothes into his hamper along with his cum-stained bedsheets. Picking up one of his nuts, Cal winced at the mixture of pain and pleasure that hit when he applied to the slightest squeeze. Each of his balls looked like two of the largest grapefruits he had seen. The swollen orbs swinging around, Cal tried to ignore the building urge to jack off. Putting on a tank top and a fresh pair of shorts, deciding to go commando this time, Cal went downstairs to the garage. Entering the humid room, Cal turned on the lights, revealing the assembled weight set he brought over from Big Jim’s. Already sweating a little into his fresh clothes, Cal sat down on the bench. With each rep on the bench press, Cal’s already inflated pecs swelled even bigger, filling out his 4xl tank top more and more. His huge nipples began to eclipse the edges of the fabric, his massive pecs pushing them further outward and downward. Looking down, Cal watched the large mounds push further and further out as he counted his reps, counting higher and higher, entranced by his muscles. His mind clearing into a sharp focus, Cal stared at his swollen pecs, the skin a dark red beneath his chest hair. His mind snapped back to Earth by the sound of stretching fabric, Cal put down the bar. Sitting up, Cal’s initial thought of ripping his tank somewhere was overtaken by the sight of his swollen cock pushing out of his shorts. Unrestrained by any boxers, his thick shaft was pushing down the leg of his shorts, the inflamed cockhead poking out of the overstretched fabric. Slapping his shaft at the sight of being too much man for his shorts, Cal grinned as he got up. Going over to his area of free weights, Cal began pumping his biceps even bigger. Unable to see down past his swollen pecs, Cal could only imagine his dick pushing out even further as he pumped his huge body bigger. Returning to his blank space, Cal focused on counting higher and higher. Taking a moment to change his routine, focusing on working his triceps now, Cal realized he was stepping in a puddle. Looking down past his pecs, Cal could see a small puddle of his precum covering the cement floor around him. Chuckling to himself, feeling even hornier at the thought of getting so worked up by pumping his huge muscles. Nearly two hours later and a dozen routines later, Cal was squatting his largest weight yet. Lowering himself with perfect form, his sweaty tank top was lying in a corner, torn off nearly an hour ago. His sweaty pumped pecs refused to return to their original size. His overstimulated package pushed out further and further in the tightening shorts. His cockhead and a few inches of his thick shaft fully exposed. His beefy ass pushed itself out more and more, filling out his shorts with more muscle than it could hold. His mindless routine stopped by the sudden pain in his crotch, Cal put the increasingly lighter weight down. Going over to a mirror, Cal admired his reflection. His upper body was pumped to the limit, swollen red and visibly throbbing, his thick veins pushing out into his skin. His beefy pecs pushed out by at least 5 or 6 inches, each mound covered in a thick dusting of hair. His half-dollar sized nipples pushed lower by his pecs sheer size. Down below, following his thickening treasure trail, Cal could see his shorts visibly straining against his crotch. The waistband pulled down, revealing the thick base of his monstrous cock as well as just part of his forest-like pubes. Going lower, he could follow his thick shaft straining against the fabric, his pumped thighs only pushing it even further. The bottom half of his swollen dick pushed out past his leg hole, his huge cockhead a deep purple, the slit dripping precum. His dick running to the side, Cal could see his huge nuts filling out the majority of the crotch of the shorts. The normally stretchy fabric was stretched tight around his swollen orbs, each one big as a small cantaloupe, hot to the touch. Going upstairs in his revealing state, Cal’s fire-hot skin burned with lust. Slamming his door shut, he instantly snapped his shorts off with a flex of his tree-trunk like thighs. His sweaty skin breathed a sigh of relief. His swollen nuts dropped lower than ever before in his stretched-out sack. Each of his balls visibly throbbing in the hairy flesh bag. His cock instantly flew upwards, smacking his hairy abs, leaving a thick strand of pre between them and his flaring tip. Reaching down, he grasped the swollen hot flesh with his calloused hand, feeling the throbbing pulse run through it. Going up and down, Cal could feel the ridges of his pencil thick veins covering his shaft, feeding his growing manhood. Slapping his overfilled nuts, Cal soaked in the pleasurable yet painful pressure with a growing admiration. Slapping and squeezing his nuts again, feeling their contents push back. His cockhead spurted out huge globs of precum, quickly forming a puddle at his feet. Sauntering over to the bathroom, Cal looked in the mirror. Seeing his pumped growing body fill the mirror’s reflection. Stepping closer, his cock pressed up against the glass, smearing it with his fluid. Grunting in his deeper voice, Cal felt his Adam's apple drop lower, his throat clearing in deeper and deeper chuckles. Stepping on the scale, Cal had to bend over to see past his pecs, 352 lbs. His cockhead pressing itself into the underside of his huge pecs, Cal sauntered back into his room, his larger feet making small reverberations on the floor. Pulling out his tape measure, he stretched it against his battering ram cock, from his wide base to his flaring tip, stretching it against his pre-spewing slit, Cal chuckled. 14.5” Taking the slick measuring tape, he wrapped it around his thicker shaft. 13” thick in the middle, 14” thick at the base. His cockhead spurting out a steady stream of pre all over him, Cal cupped his hand, gathering a handful of pre in a matter of seconds. Scooping it into his mouth, it tasted even better than earlier, sweeter, tangier, thicker. His dick swinging wildly in between gulps, Cal felt his nuts swell painfully in their tightening sack. Giving his overproducing little sperm-factories another slap, sending them swinging wildly, Cal was hit with a wave of dizziness. His vision going blurry, he sat down, his furry hole sliding on the precum slick floor. Feeling his nuts tense up, his cockhead flared larger, preparing itself to fire his biggest load yet. Giving his pulsating nuts one final squeeze, his first cannon-like shot making him black out from the sheer force. Meanwhile at the Gym Ethan was working out fervently. With every inch he grew, every pound he gained, he knew it wasn’t enough. Slamming the weights down, Ethan ran over to the next station, having his routine down to a science. His tightening shorts showed more and more of his bouncing package as he jogged faster. Sitting down, his large dick shoved down against his rock hard thigh muscle. Focusing his burning passion into pumping his pecs bigger, stronger, thicker, Ethan’s otherwise quiet mind thought only of Cal. He hadn’t seen the muscled jock in two months, the two of them being apart all of Summer vacation. He thought he would at least see him in the gym, if only to fuck Ethan’s mouth with that beautiful cock. Feeling his own cock stiffen at the thought of Cal’s growing manhood, Ethan brought his mind back to his bench press. Half an hour later, Ethan stood up, quickly hurrying over to the bathroom. Entering the empty restroom, Ethan took a deep breath. Looking down, his cock was about to rip through his shorts. Sliding down the tight fabric, Ethan grabbed his dick. Jacking off the big member, Ethan thought again of Cal, of how big he must be now. Imagining him towering over him, Ethan felt the burning passion return to him. Jerking off faster, he felt resolved that he would one day tower over that fucking muscle beast. “Fuck him, I’m gonna be the muscle beast. I’m gonna get so fucking huge he’ll be the small one for once.” Feeling disgusted by how much smaller he felt next to the huge size he pictured Cal at, Ethan jacked off harder, gyrating his hips as his big balls swung below. The door opened suddenly, Ethan whipped around to see Kenny, his older classmate. The football jock had walked in, about to use the urinal, when he saw the huge hunk jerking off out in the open. “Kenny?” The huge muscle hunk said, his deep voice reverberating in the small room. Looking closer at his scruffy face, he looked familiar. “Wait, aren’t you that freshman?” “Well I’m gonna be a sophomore now, but yea.” Ethan looked down at Kenny, taking in his face of bewilderment. “Fuck me; how’d you get so huge?” Kenny stepped closer, taking in this guy’s size. “I’m not that huge. I’m fuckin puny.” Kenny almost lost it laughing, “No man, no you’re not. You’re a fucking beast my dude.” Stepping closer, Kenny looked up into Ethan’s eyes. “I thought I was tall at 6’1, but you’re at least 6’3. Maybe 6’3 and a half. I thought I was getting pretty buff, but you fuckin’ dwarf me by like 100 lbs. What are you 280?” “Fuckin’ I don’t care how much I weigh. I just need to get bigger.” “Well you look fuckin huge bro! And speaking of huge, what the fuck! You’re fuckin hung as a horse bro! I thought I was fucking hung but fuck man, you can fucking kill someone with that fucking thing bro!” Looking down, Ethan stared at his cock filling his hand, “it’s not that big.” Taking out his stiffening cock, Kenny brought himself closer, “you’re looking at 8 inches of meat; and you fuckin dwarf it.” Bringing his dick closer, Kenny could see Ethan’s huge cock extend by another 3 or 4 inches past his, not to mention it was insanely thicker. “Fuck that’s a big cock. And you think that’s fucking small?” Getting down on his knees, Kenny brought his lips around the huge cockhead, feeling the thickest cock he ever saw push itself further down. Ethan felt something unlock within him, feeling someone struggle to swallow his cock elicited something from deep inside him. Almost growling in his baritone, Ethan began pushing in further, feeling his dick force itself deeper down his throat. Looking up at the mirror, Ethan stared, unable to comprehend what he was seeing. Looking back at him, was a 6’3.5 290 lbs muscle monster face fucking a football player. Looking down at the hunk struggling to take any more of his swollen cock, Ethan thought, ‘a year ago I would’ve fucking drooled over this guy, let alone hoped he would think I was fucking hot.’ Bringing his bicep up to his face, Ethan flexed, feeling the power show itself in his bulging muscle. The huge 25” muscle flexed back at him, cut, striated, veiny; powerful. Looking back at the mirror, Ethan saw his face, confirming it with his hand. He was hot; his jaw was sharp, his cheekbones were more pronounced, he had fuckin stubble! Looking back down, Ethan felt his lungs fill themselves with the first real breath he’s had in a long time. “Better fucking believe I’m huge! I’M A FUCKING MUSCLE HUNK AND I’M GONNA KEEP GETTING FUCKING BIGGER!” Taking his cock out of Kenny’s thirsty mouth, Ethan really took in his cock’s size. “I GOT A HUGE FUCKING COCK AND IT’S GONNA KEEP FUCKING GROWING!” Slamming his cock back into Kenny’s mouth, Ethan stared at his reflection, bringing his arms up to his sides, he flexed out his huge chest, watching each chest mound push out further. Feeling his softball sized nuts tighten in his sack, Ethan felt his load quickly explode out of his cockhead. “I’M A FUCKIN MUSCLE MONSTER!!!!!” Finished firing his huge load, Ethan shoved his big dick back down his shorts. Walking back into the gym, people stared at him, the supposed source of the loud noise. Not caring, Ethan strode back to the weights, feeling renewed and ready to get even bigger. Two weeks later Cal was sitting in his truck, driving down the street. Keeping his eyes on the road, Cal massaged his semi through the skin tight fabric. Taking a right, Cal found the house and parked outside. Unloading the trunk, he easily lifted the large lawnmower and the rest of his tools. Firing it up, he began his first of many rows to walk. Needing money like anyone else, Cal had started landscaping for a few neighbors, his size naturally useful for outdoor work. That and he was complete eye candy for his watchful neighbors. Needless to say, his business spread quickly by word of mouth. He also started wearing shirts with his logo and phone number when jogging in the morning; requests came in quicker than ever. Feeling his hungry thigh muscles pace themselves as he walked up and down the yard, Cal let his mind wander, thinking about what to do next month when school started. He would probably have to shut down his service for a while in order to focus on football and working out more. Minutes passed by and blades of grass were cut. Going along the perimeter with a weedwacker, Cal’s wife beater stretched and soaked with his sweaty muscles. Giving his cock a mindless squeeze, he kept going. Finished loading his truck back up, Cal strode to the front door to collect payment. Knocking loudly with his big mitt, he waited on the doorstep. Opening the door, he was surprised to see his classmate Rebecca at the door. “Rebecca? I didn’t know you were my neighbor.” “Yea,” she said chuckling, “I guess I never had the chance to properly introduce myself. But I’ve seen you jogging around the neighborhood for a while now. You’ve really gotten huge Cal.” Grinning, Cal put his hand on the doorframe, taking care to lazily flex his 29” bicep. “Yea it’s been pretty fucking wild, been gaining mass like crazy. Been getting so huge I haven’t really gotten to know you that well. But I wouldn’t mind talking now,” he smiled again, feeling his cock strain. “Well whatever you’ve been doing is working well. A little too well. You’ve gotten big all over.” She looked down, her heart fluttering at the sight of Cal’s massive bulge right in front of her. “Yea I know. It just keeps growing, I don’t really mind though.” “Me neither. You wanna come inside? I can get your payment.” Bringing him inside, Rebecca felt Cal’s massive arm brush past her, his sweaty musk quickly filling the living room. “Thanks. Nice place you got here.” Sitting down on the couch, the furniture groaning under his weight. Sitting down next to him, Rebecca felt his sweaty thigh press against hers. Feeling his sweaty muscle flex slightly sent shivers through her. “Cal, just how big are you?” Grinning, Cal sat back, feeling his dick quickly fill with more blood. “Just measured myself this morning, 6’5 and 366 lbs.” Flexing his bicep, “these babies just hit 29” this morning as well.” Getting closer, Rebecca placed her hands around his massive arm, feeling the rock hard muscle swell even bigger. Looking down at Cal’s crotch, she could see his massive bulge swell bigger. Seeing her stare at his manhood, Cal stood up, once again towering over her. “I can see where you’re going with this, allow me.” Taking off his sweaty wifebeater, Cal flexed his massive lats, each one flaring out like an airplane wing. Bringing the hem above his hairy pecs, letting the fabric stretch around his protruding nipple before bringing it up further. Finally bringing it up off his head, taking care to flex his massive traps and shoulders. “Oh fuck Cal! You’re so fucking hairy!” Bouncing his hairy pecs and scratching his thicker beard, “yea I don’t even bother shaving it any more. It’s too much work.” “Well don’t. It’s fucking hot. You look so manly with it.” Stepping up to him, Rebecca felt each of his hairy pecs, the huge size of each pec outsizing her hand tenfold. Feeling the scratchy hair, Rebecca reached up, feeling Cal’s beard. “Can you grow it out?” “Yea I fuckin can,” Cal grinned, feeling his dick stiffen even more. Stepping back a step, Cal began sliding down his tight shorts, taking care to show his thick bush. Looking at him unveil his massive package, Rebecca felt her pussy drip with anticipation. His thick pubes exploded out around his tight boxer briefs. His massive cock and balls was stretching out his briefs to the point of bursting, his thick base exposed. Pulling down his boxer briefs, Cal felt his cock jump out, swinging to attention. Bringing out his hefty nuts, letting them swing around. Looking past his pecs, Rebecca practically leapt at his cock, taking it in her hands, rubbing its massive surface area, licking his huge cockhead. “I know what you’re thinking. It’s 15 fucking inches.” That was the final straw, Rebecca continued to attack his cock, taking off her shorts, revealing her moist panties. Picking her up, Cal ripped off the flimsy fabric, bringing his cockhead close to her gushing hole. Rubbing it around the entrance, Cal prepared for his grand entrance. He knew it was thicker than a champagne bottle, but fuck it. Shoving his tip in, he was blown back. His massive cockhead was squeezed tighter than it ever had, fighting its way through the tight space. His faucet of precum helped lubricate and then some, helping him drill in further. Feeling Rebecca shudder, her hands gripping and holding his massive pecs. Feeling her pussy tighten further, Cal couldn’t take much more, his cock was gripped so tightly he could feel her pulse quicken through his cock. His massive nuts quickly firing out his built-up load, he roared in his guttural voice, feeling his cock spewing wildly. Bucking his hips back and forth, shooting his biggest load yet. What felt like 5 minutes and a gallon of cum later, he laid Rebecca down, letting her recover from her first time with his battering ram of a cock. Next time would be ever better, he thought. Stretching his clothes back over his sweaty body, Cal grabbed the envelope of cash on the counter and left. Driving in his truck, Cal scratched his beard, thinking about growing it out. It’s not like he wasn’t trying to grow it out, he just left it alone. He was already very hairy compared to others, but it wasn’t enough. Driving past his house, he decided to drop by the store to pick up a few supplies. Strolling down the aisles, feeling his massive cock fill his shorts to the point of bursting, Cal went around, soaking in the stares everyone gave him. Loading up on protein bars, protein powder, milk, and a couple dozen frozen pizzas, he decided that would be enough for a few days. Going over to the clothing aisle, he was stubbornly met with a limited section for his size. Intended for someone obese, he found a couple pairs of 5xl shorts, plus a new package of nylon shorts. The skin tight stretchy fabric ought to work, he thought. Strolling over to the supplement aisle, Cal browsed the selection. Taking a few of the muscle max containers, thinking they wouldn’t hurt. Finding a supplement for hair growth, Cal tossed a few bottles in his cart. Something else caught his eye, a line of testosterone supplements. Total Alpha. “Pffft. Probably gonna help a middle-aged guy lose 2 lbs and get a hard-on. But for me… Well, let's see what this body can do.” Taking all the bottles, Cal went over to the hair care section. Finding a couple bottles of beard oil, he scratched his beard. It needed to be thicker, longer, bushier. Imagining him going back over to Rebecca looking like Paul Bunyan. Not to mention it would make him look more beastly on the field. Taking all the bottles, Cal went over to the checkout. Driving home, he took out his cock and jerked it off slowly, admiring its bigger size. Looking back down at the throbbing cockhead, “fuck I’m gonna be huge. This is just the beginning.” Meanwhile at College Damian was at the gym, stunning himself with new personal record after new personal record. Going over to the wall mirror, he gave himself a couple flexes. Everything about him seemed bigger somehow. Ever since Cal fucked him, he started growing faster than he ever had. Going over to the scale, he needed to check his progress. 283 lbs. “What the fuck.” He continued flexing in the mirror. “Who the fuck puts on 30 lbs in two months?” Thinking back to Cal’s growth, a thought crossed his mind. “But how? How’d I manage to get bigger from that?” His mind racing, Damian jogged back to his dorm. Having moved in last week, he enjoyed living on his own. Running up the stairs, he walked down the hall to find his doorway open. Going inside, he found his presumed roommate. He was facing the other way, unloading some books from a box. He was blonde, looked pretty big, obviously worked out. “Hey bro, I’m Damian. Guess we’re roommates.” Turning around, Damian saw his roommate’s eyes widen as he saw him. “Woah dude, nice build!” Standing up, he looked up at the big jock in the doorway, his huge upper body swollen and sweaty. And looking down, he was clearly packed. “I’m Brian, nice to meet you man!” Shaking his hand, Damian looked into his eyes. He was clearly a few inches shorter than him, but he had a nice build. Looked close in size to a couple of his former teammates, probably played football. “Nice to meet you too!” Looking down, Damian could tell he was definitely turned on by him, and he certainly was packaged right. This was going to be a fun semester.

I had this fantasy stuck in my head for a while so I decided to type it up! This is kind of just the intro. I'll keep posting in this one topic since they come in parts. Please tell me what you thing, good or bad! This is my first story I wrote where the character is telling it as it happens, so IDK if it's entirely grammatically correct... I hope you enjoy it anyway! Part 1 I look at pictures of perfect deities drawn throughout the ages, and then I look at the super powered people of this world. Yep, they sure appear frustratingly similar. Body hair, what's that? Fat, never heard of it! Balding, sounds funny. Ugly, I am too busy looking in a mirror to see an example of what this “ugly” is. Signs of aging, uh that thing with the lines and stuff? I have to work around those kinds of people 6 out of 7 days a week! Sure they aren't as shallow or stupid as I make them sound, but they do act like divas from time to time because they know they are VIPs of the world. Even if a super powered humanoid came along with a better version of their powers, they would still be irreplaceable. We simply call them Supers. They say there are only 124 known Supers in the world. So the Supers Western Operations Center, or SWOC, only has 6 Supers on our pay role. There are similar centers like the one I work at throughout the world. We all have lightning fast transportation at their disposal, so we can transport Supers many miles away from the center within minutes. Technically, this is a branch of America's military but it has free range compared to other branches. After all, Supers are scary compared to normal civilians or even the military. So it's our job to make them seem like comic book heroes that everyone will love or at least tolerate. They are required to save people while being in the public spotlight, after all. Every Super is featured in a magazine or news segment at least once a week, or if they get a lucky break, every 2 weeks. As for me... I'm most certainly not a perfect being like the Supers around me. My hair is a dark golden blond and matches nicely with my turquoise eyes. I think I'm pretty handsome, especially with my rugged stubble on my face. I'm 5'6” and weigh 138 pounds. I may be on the shorter side, but I'm able to do things most men can't and my body is extremely lean, almost too lean. The thing is, I'm also a Super. My ability is the elusive super strength... A Super with super strength.. Yep. Sure, Supers are stronger than the average person, but my super strength is the real deal. I can lift my body weight times my body weight. If I worked out using my powers every day, I'd be massive. I have the ability to grow my body and join the ranks of the Supers, but I don't want to. Doing so would mean I have to give up gymnastics. I'm well on my way to the Olympics at this rate. I don't even have to use my super power to be great at it. Still, at the same time, I always wondered how I'd appear as a full fledged Super. “Evan! New clothes! Now!” A familiar deep voice rings through my ears, followed by a thud as charred clothing covers my desk. Soot exploded out of the clothing, causing me to cough so I couldn't respond right away. “Fire proof my ass! You fuckin' liar!” “... Ug... I thought I smelt something...” I look up to see the infamous Super Jerk, Felix, standing naked in front of my desk. My face flushes with scarlet hues as I turn away, but the image of Felix is forever burned in my mind now. Thankfully soot covered up some of his tanned musculature, making it easier to snap back to reality. “It's fire resistant. Fire resistant is not 100% fire proof. You're not supposed to dance through the fire to show off how cool you are, you know.” “I don't see you helpin' people 'n' riskin' your life! I'll do what I wanna do!” He grits his teeth and stares me down as he leans over my desk. I stare right back into those angry light brown eyes of his. Eventually his intensity lessens and he backs off. “I'll wait over here.” Despite being a coordinator, I have a lot of power. I know they can't hurt me and I'm the one who files their requests; I'm kind of like their work dad. Their only leverage of being powerful Supers isn't effective against me. I smirk to myself as I contact SWOC's #1 outfitter to get new clothes for Felix. I look up to see him sitting on the lobby's sofa, getting soot all over it. For some reason, I imagine the sofa doesn't mind, given the fact Felix is amazingly built. Even the weakest of supers are amazingly built... Well, the ones I've seen, anyway. Felix was a man of Hispanic descent, hailing from Puerto Rico. He had a slight accent, but not enough to be noticeable. He stood at 6'2” and weighed 275 pounds of pure muscle. Even with the soot covering his light brown body, I could see the veins snaking over his rugged muscle. His black hair was long, so he had to wear a headband or hair tie most of the time. Except it seems he lost his in the fire, so he was constantly brushing his bangs out of his eyes. Soot was going everywhere. “Heh.” I laugh to myself as I notice him gritting his teeth in frustration. I dug through my drawer and pulled out a hair tie. I walked over to him and waved it in front of his face. He looked at me with a flat expression before snatching it from me and pulling his hair back into a pony tail. He looked like a stereotypical smooth-talking Hispanic lover, but hey, there's nothing wrong with that. More soot came from his hair as he tried to get it into a pony tail, causing me to step back. He must be a sponge for soot. “I guess your other super power is generating soot and random debris, eh?” “What is that ev- Just shut up.” He crossed his legs and folded his arms, resuming his angst ridden teenager routine. His true age is 38, though he sure didn't act it. He was just the right age, where a man is fully matured. A male at his absolute peak of virility and perfection. I think he wouldn't age anymore, either, since I have never seen a Super appear older than 45. I hated the fact that such a jerk looked so good. “Fuck off until you get me some clothes.” “You know your clothes take a while... Maybe you should workout your body as much as you do your arms and pecs. Then get a shower.” I shrug my shoulders and walk away. “Shut up!” He demands again as he follows up with audible noises of contemplation and discomfort. He groped his pecs and then ran his hand along his thighs. I was right. He was defeated. He got up and darted for the locker rooms. I could hear gasps from the security desk as he ran out of my office/lobby. “DO YOU DO THAT ON PURPOSE? GOD DAMN BOY, YOU BETTER GET SOME CLOTHES ON BEFORE I HAVE A SUIT OF TUNGSTEN FUSED TO YOUR SKIN!” And of course, one Super leaves and another one enters. Probably with a request. Hana walks up to the desk and sits down on it, flipping her hair as if she's preparing for publicity shots. “Can you find clothes that actually stay on Felix?” “Well, there's no such thing as Super-proof clothing, only Super-resistant.” I sigh as I pull out my tablet. “Do you need anything?” “No.” She purses her full lips and flips her hair again. I don't know if her Japanese heritage or her Super genetics are responsible for her beautifully long hair, but either way she had it going on. “You know, isn't it weird how Felix always manages to destroy his clothing at least once a week?” “He's a show-off. He lingers too long in the line of danger and his clothes pay the price... Rest in peace, you once marvelously weaved strands of perfectly engineered fibers.” “Pfft,” She stifles her laughter, “Sure. That's why. Anyway~ Any gymnastics sessions coming up?” “Um. Yeah. Why?” “... So we can watch?” “So you can what?” I squint and grit my teeth as I frown, “I-” “Yeah. One of us usually goes to your things and records it so the others can see. It's entertaining.” “I'm glad you find normal people swinging around so entertaining.” “We hear you're gunning for the Olypmics at this rate. Super or not, that's impressive. I mean, hell, even most of the Supers can't do crazy stunts with that kind of accuracy. You don't need to be a Super to do extraordinary things. We're just rooting for you, not laughing at you.” She smiles and pats my hand. I feel myself radiate with embarrassment because: 1) I was thinking she was making fun of me and 2) because they actually supported me... From afar, but still, support is support. “Thanks, then. Sorry I get a little-” “Insecure?” She raises her eyebrow, accompanied by an all-knowing smirk. “Most Supers don't look down on others. It kind of sucks when people think we're making fun of them when we say things like 'wow awesome job!' or something. Have confidence in yourself and you'll go far. Um. But. Like. Not Felix's level of confidence. You lose expensive clothes that way and become a soot person.” “Heheh, yeah, but it's endearing.” “And oh so adowabuuu~” She adds, and we both laugh for a good while at Felix's expense. *************** The day trudges on and we find ourselves somewhat busy. But as always, the work gets done and paperwork follows. I'm busy filing the remaining paperwork at 8:40PM before my shift is up. I go over the inventory, making sure all gadgets and vehicles are in place or in a Super's possession. That's when I notice a standard jeep missing. It was taken out by Felix but for a reason unknown. Quickly, I track it to see what the big idiot is up to only to see the vehicle move from SWOC at 8:12PM and fall off the map at 8:24PM. “At the mountain range...” I mutter to myself. I look through the roster to see if any Supers are on duty or free, but it there was no one until 9:20PM at the earliest. I pick up my phone and dial Felix... Of course, no answer. “Ug, what is this idiot up to? If he gets in trouble again then he's suspended. Then it'll look bad for me.” I bite my lip and mull it over some more in my head. Round... And round... And round... Fine! I'll go look for him AGAIN just so I don't have to be held responsible for letting him go unaccounted for! Here I thought the security guards in the garage would do their job and alert me. But nope. Here I go. I suppose all I need to do is just verify his location and reasoning for being out there, then I can go home. I live out that way anyway, so I'll just go check up on him. At least he isn't putting me through too much trouble.

Spoilers contain responses to comments and also another author's note. I didn't want to get this post messy. Part 3 “Fuck.” Plop. “OH FUCK!” Ploppah. “Nope nooope!” Plopadopdop. I know my weight change also alters my momentum control, but this is ridiculous! Despite the high bars and laws of physics defeating me, I feel so spry and dry. As in, I should be a tad tired and sweaty after a 25 minute endeavor of reworking my routine. The high bar requires momentum and exquisite form, the obstacle being the bar which I keep hitting as well as gravity and blahblahblah. It seems I'm overexerting my strength without meaning to, so maybe I should give the rings a go. They're about rigid form, requiring total body control and strength. There's also no bar to hit, instead there are obstacles in the form of rotating my shoulder out of its socket if I mess up or a concision if I fall. This ain't your mama's/papa's old summer camp gymnastics. I step up and grab the rings. First pulling myself up and forming a giant T, my body's muscles locked in place to defy gravity. I feel as if I had gotten lighter, but why? My mind and muscles become one, syncing beyond anything I ever felt before. I slowly shift forward, bringing my legs back and upward so they are parallel to the ground. A familiar rush flows throughout my body, my muscles cheering me on and engulfing me in a satisfying pleasant aura over something so simple looking. I return to neutral position briefly before performing a total backward spin, facing the ground as I hold myself parallel to it. Why do I feel like a feather twirling in the wind? It's exhilarating! As I spin once more, the pleasant aura turns into a familiar burn. An unwanted surge of power boiling within me. “No!” I gasp mid dismount. I drop to the floor and try to hold myself up, but my body is shaking too violently. I place my hand over my heart as it violently pounds right through my chest. It's my powers. They were subtly active the entire time, hence the easier routine. I look down at my quaking arm, noticing it pulsate. My muscles are growing, but more so, they appear to be altering themselves. It appears as if the muscles are rapidly rolling under my skin, producing another fine crease in my skin with each rotation. The pronounced striations making my muscles bulge, or perhaps they are just growing bigger in general. The pain is unbearable, both mentally and physically. Yet a euphoric sensation rises to match the pain. Still, I am left sweating and writhing in agony as my body further alters itself. In a heated panic, I rip off my shirt in hopes of quelling this unbearable heat. It's a polyester blend... Very durable and stretchy... It came off like tissue paper. My body is screaming *more power, MORE* but my mind pleads for it to stop. Of course, my transformation gains attention and several people flock around me. I want to call out for help for a way to make this all go away. Yet all my mouth can do is let out sounds of distress. Two big guys reach down to restrain me, then quickly pull back as my burning flesh sears their hands. People began talking, on phones, to each other, at me, but I couldn't hear a thing. Instead, my eyes uncontrollably scan my body as I attempt to get in a stable position. My mind, still pleading for it to end, could not comprehend it. It is seeing, but just not believing. With the shirt gone, I can now visibly examine my torso, although, the sight makes me wish I had not ripped off my shirt. I could see my abdominal morph into something familiar, yet inhuman. Another set of blocks were added to my once uneven 6-pack. All the separated portions shifted, perfectly aligning and giving me an 8-pack only found in magazines. Obliques contoured my sides, appearing gloriously cut that they could put diamonds to shame. Ripples down my neck, shoulder, and back told me things I could not see are also transforming into strange muscles. It did not stop there, as each section of my abs became pronounced, pushing against my skin. Veins freely snaking along my body since it had no idea how to handle my mutant muscles. Of course my compact and strong pecs join in. It follows the same format as my abs, turning into every guy's dream pecs and then morphing into a nightmare. Growing overly striated, rounded, and vascular. I groan as the same thing happens to the rest of my body. I clutch the sweat coated mat, unintentionally ripping the lining and padding. The crowd around me back off and thin out. I do not blame them. Not only am I losing a crucial part of my life in a horrific display, but I am becoming a disgusting monster. Like the rest of my torso, my thighs and arms become vascular striated monstrosities. Roll, roll, roll - amazing, weird, grotesque. My shorts are becoming tighter in the most uncomfortable of places in addition to the squeezing of my thighs. I roll onto my back, defeated. I didn't want to see anymore. So here I lay, giving up and letting my body do whatever it wants. It's over for me now. My muscles can explode out of my skin for all I care. Even as the rolling boil within my veins and muscles cools, I can't find a single reason to move or open my eyes. *************** “He's not...” “... Kinda freakish...” “... Unique, actually...” “... Let's not...” “.... Dammit Evan...” My eyes flicker open, then I become instantly alert. First, to examine my situation. I'm lying down on a bed with sheets over me. I'm still in my gear, or should I say, my oddly fitting pants. Three familiar people are here with me. I sit up, wrapping the sheet around me to conceal my freakish body. “It's kind of rude to talk about someone who's in the same room.” “Evan!” Hana exclaims as she claps in excitement. “You are so lucky nobody filmed that. They just called it in to HQ. We were able to get you out of there. I'm so glad you're OK. I was freaking out.” “And. Luckily. I was present to fix the mess you have created. I had to alter 12 people's memories. To keep your new biography entry short, the gymnast prodigy known as Evan actually has a weak heart. So he had a heart attack one day while practicing and can no longer be a gymnast. Which does you a favor, since supers cannot compete in official sports. So you are indeed welcome for my miraculous services. Now please form your moronic alter-ego so you can obtain clothes that do not reveal... Whatever you happen to call that below your neck.” The pretentious voice of Tatiana stung my ears. “Wow. Evan's a super like us! That's cool or somethin' I guess.” Felix shrugs, as he displays his awful acting skills. “Yeah, I bet you're soooo surprised.” Hana glares at Felix. I assume she's the only one that pieced together last night's report with today's incident, considering Tatiana would be berating me and/or Felix by now if she knew. Tatiana, totally disinterested or annoyed, left the room with an audible grunt-sigh-groan. Hana ignores the oh so elegant princess and continues on. “So. Evan. You were only out for an hour. They ran tests on you and... Um... You are quite unique for a male Super. Or a Super in general.” “Yeah. I know. My body is super gross instead of being Adonis-like. My self-esteem is sky high, don't worry. My other super power must be grossing people out, though. Hooray.” “Don't... Wait. Scan findings first. Anyway, just stating observations here. Your body is extremely unstable. A Super's power generally wraps around the person's interests or skill sets. You are clearly supposed to be a Super with incredible strength, which means you should be enormous. But your life basically revolved around gymnastics giving you a warped version of your power. Your strength is still incredible and your flexibility is probably along the lines of those circus people... Like, um, the ones who fit in cubes and stuff. Your musculature allows for you to be flexible and incredibly strong at the same time. Your muscle fibers will shift if you stretch or bend. That's why your body is so very unique.” “So... He can be a damn ball bouncing down the street kicking people's heads off? That's fuckin' dumb.” Felix chimes in and chuckles at my expense. I look at him and want to be angry, but I think all I can display is sadness. He stops laughing and gets serious. He bends down and hugs me. He. Is. Hugging. Me. What. “Sorry, Evan. I know you wanted to be an Olympic gymnist, but now you can be like us. You can help set people and, I don't fuckin' know, still do your routines and shit upside people's heads.” “... Thanks Felix.” He pulls away and gives me a nod. He most certainty tried his best with that one. “We have somethin' in common, right? So if you need to bitch about somethin', I'm your guy.” I change my mind once again. Felix is a great guy when he wants to be. I think I see why he's... Well, himself. “We do.” I smile a bit and so does he. He shakes the happy-feel-goods off with a shrug. He gives me another nod and exits the room, leaving just a very confused Hana before me. “Well. Um. This day is weird. That was... Was that Felix? Er, he is right though. You lost all you worked for, but you can apply it to saving people now. In a stylish manner, no less. Pretty cool, right? You're going to be making serious bank and you can maybe open a gymnasium for kids. You'd be the coolest Sup-” “Always going for the silver lining cheering-up approach, eh? You're totally overdoing it.” “I'm very scripted, aren't I?” She sighs, “Evan this is weird to say, but I'm glad you're a Super. I'm tired of jerks becoming Supers and just tossing their weight around. I mean, sure, they save people and help out but their attitude or egos are just so-” “Hana, I appreciate what you're trying to do. But not everyone was groomed to be a Super like you. Maybe they come off as jerks because they're bitter over what they had to give up. Maybe they have egos because they really want what they're doing to matter to them, so they're faking it until they can finally believe it.” She was taken aback, her lips forming a frown. “I...” She tries to find words as she shakes her head. Then there's a flicker in her eyes, like an epiphany sparking. She smiles and bows. “You're right. This is exactly why you'd be a great Super.” “I, er, didn't mean to sound so profound.” I scratch the back of my head in confusion in embarrassment. The words fell out of my mouth, but they actually seem to ring true. “It's OK. You're totally right. I shouldn't judge without knowing.” Her smile grows wider. “Maybe with a Super sweetie like you around, you'll start rubbing off on those bitter Supers.” “Heh... I'm hardly the sweet-type.” “If you can get Felix to apologize and drop the machismo, you are totally nice and sweet.” She gives me a hug and wiggles me back and forth. I accidentally let go of the blanket, revealing my torso. As she pulls away she looks down and her eye twitches. “Does it bother you?” “A lot.” “Hmm, I think I have an idea that might help you out. In the mean time, you should go to the lab to get your Super identity sorted out. They're probably going to want a name, pictures, and coverage of you for the evening news. I wouldn't be surprised if they have ideas for product endorsements, too.” “Ug... The Super life sounds even worse than I thought.” “That's why most of us get secret identities. So we can shut off the media attention and actually have lives to ourselves except for some of us. You'll get the hang of it. And remember, you don't have to be a serious Super. You can just be a mediator who takes care of small crimes or issues. Or a special guard for HQ. It's up to you.” It's up to me, huh? Well...

Thanks for the feedback! I'm glad people like this kind of genre. And you might be right about Felix, Ro. Here's a shorter part to get the ball rolling. We also learn a little more about Felix too... But yeah, he's still a jerk. Part 2 I use my own beat up car to search for him, driving through the hustle and bustle of the city before hitting the barren roads in the woods. I follow the path Felix took, only to find myself going off road and then... ! I slam the brakes and jump out of my car with a flashlight in hand. I swiftly move towards the crushed jeep; it was entirely pulverized flat. Felix should've survived something like that, but there was no Felix in sight. “Felix?!” I yell out, finding myself growing worried. A couple of months ago there was someone trying to kill Supers, mostly to feel like ultimate hunters. That's all I can think about right now. “Felix?! Come on! Say something!” I follow what appears to be signs of struggle, or should I say, fighting. There was a Swiss cheesed path leading deeper into the woods, closer to the mountains. I follow the path, thinking very little of my own safety and more about Felix. He was a jerk, but not a jerk who deserved to get physically hurt or worse... Finally I come upon an immense pile of boulders. They seemingly fell off the mountain and rolled down to the base. I look at my phone and use short ranged detection, confirming my suspicions that Felix was under the rubble. His beacon was very faint, but it was there. No wonder why I couldn't find him and the vehicle on the map earlier. I sigh, knowing Felix is most likely alright. However, despite his strength, it was hardly enough to dig his way out of a mess like this. I bite my lip and wring my hands. I could call it in and get a specialized crew out here to dig for him. But the rocks appear to be so tightly placed together. Felix might be hard to squash, but he still needs oxygen to survive. I could easily get rid of this rubble and find him within 5 minutes... But... I... If it gets out I'm a Super, I lose my life's passion; I can't be normal. But... AAAAAAAAARG! “Felix you bastard!” I grunt as I tear away boulder after boulder with ease. My powers have not been active for some time, so it took a while for me to warm up. I loved the immense feeling of strength I had when they were active, but it was a dangerous feeling. It could easily make me oblivious to what happens if I use my powers for too long. The Super transformation that usually occurs hasn't happened for me yet, but the longer I use my powers, the more likely it could. So I'll try my best to clear this landslide and figure out what happened. I could hear muffled yells. Or rather, muffled complaints. Felix began pushing through with his own might after I cleared away the heavy rocks. As expected, his clothes were tattered strands of cloth and he was an absolute mess. “FUCKING. HELL. THIS IS BULLSHIT!” He falls onto all fours, gasping for air. My suspicions were right, he had limited oxygen under those rocks. I'll just give him a few minutes. 1.2..3...4....5.....6. “What happened, Felix?” “I get a text from you sayin' I was needed out here. Then I get fucking ambushed by a big... Thing! I... Wait a minute.” “It wasn't from me, if that's what you're still thinking. I can show you the text recor-” “No. No. Duh. It's not you. Just shut up.” He glares as me, “You sneaky little fuck, you have super strength.” “Um... Yes... I do. But don't tell anyone! Please!” “The fuck I won't! You use your powers to cheat with that flippy-flip stuff, don't you? Then hidin' them... While us other Supers actually step up to the plate and help people. Wow! You're easily the worst person around for miles.” I keep my composure as best as I can. I know what to say. “You're right, I shouldn't have hid them. Go ahead. Call it in. Say you know for a fact because I saved you from starving to death out here. It'll be an interesting piece of information for the news, at least.” His glare intensifies as he snatches my phone out of my hand. Then right before his finger makes contact with the touch screen, he pauses. He dropps the phone and frowns. His ego wouldn't dare admit that he was saved from a little guy like me, let alone make it public. “This. Never. Happened.” “Of course it didn't.” I smirk, “I just came by to give you a ride home.” “No-no-no. I'm not going back to HQ like this. They're going to ask questions 'n' I'm not a dirty liar like you.” I bite my tongue, trying to not point out the hypocrisy of his statement. “Take me to your house. Get me new clothes. Let me get cleaned up and... Ug, I need grub. It's your job to take care of Supers, right?” “I guess.” I shrug as I make my way to my car. He hesitantly follows. As we get into the car, I could feel it become lopsided. He grunts and crosses his arms. “I'll text the outfitters to bring casual clothes.” *************** Despite Felix's annoying list of needs, I manage to accommodate him the best I can in a timely manner. The faster his list is done, the faster he gets out! While he's busy turning my shower into a mud pit with his filth, I'll start cooking. I take out all the chicken I have and dice it up. It is meant to last the whole week since I cook meals ahead of time, but I don't think this will last longer than an hour with Felix here. Before I even turn the stove on, I wipe my forehead, noticing beads of sweat forming. I can only sit here and grimace as I contemplate what's going on with my overheating body. I turn the stove on and throw all the diced chicken into the largest skillet I have. “Hey! I know you're a tiny person 'n' all, but would it kill you to have normal-sized towels?” A booming idiot distracts me as usual, but I think I'm thankful this time. Staying in my own head can be dangerous sometimes. I turn to see what he's talking about, only to find an awkward sight. “Pffhaahaahaahaa! You never heard of a hand towel? I have medium sized ones just for drying my hands... At least they fit you.” Barely. I could see some of his endowment hanging below the towel. Of course his waist was so impossibly trimmed to perfection that the towel could wrap around his body. Just like earlier, all I can do is turn away before he notices my flushed face. “Sssshhhh!” He seethes as I hear his foot stomp. Then an awkward silence follows. I could hear his sounds of frustration slowly die down. “You're drenched in sweat.” “Oh... Sweat?” I look down to find my shirt is drenched in sweat. It felt like it was clinging to my body too, or rather, maybe it was stretched to its limit. I was severely uncomfortable, but at the same time, I just want Felix out of my house. So I'll just try to ignore it. “Oh. Yeah. That. I'm fine, I'm fine.” “Your legs are shakin'.” “I'm fine! I'm just making you your dumb food is all. Pipe down if you want it to be done.” He forces his way to the stove and shuts it off. As he moves me, I could instantly feel the fatigue setting in. I almost faint, but he quickly catches me. I feel myself shaking as I burn up from the inside out, now unable to stop myself from groaning. It was an odd feeling. Just like intensely worked out muscle groups, my body felt unusually pumped. Every inch of my being pulsing and heating up. I hear ripping, but my brain can't process where it's coming from. I could feel my testes vibrate, possibly filling my body with testosterone to. Male Supers tend to have an approximate average of 2,240 ng/dL... My body is preparing to change me into a hyper masculine Super. “Make it stop...” I cry as Felix sits me down in the shower. He starts the cold water on full blast, causing me to let out a sigh of relief. My body inches farther away from the super transformation as the cool water washes over me. My body is now focusing on using the heat to keep me from getting hypothermia. Felix reaches down and unbuttons my shirt. “Stop, what're you doing?!” “Your clothes need to come off. Any stress on your body will make it harder to stop the transformation.” He continues undressing me until I'm nude. I look away in shame. My body compared to his bothers me. Not to mention being naked in front of a guy I could barely tolerate... It was too much. I catch a glimpse of the clothes I was wearing. They were stretched out, with some seams clearly pushed to the limit and buttons were missing. “The longer your wait for your transformation, the more intense it'll be. I learned that the hard way when I tried to keep mine away until I was 18. It felt like the best fuckin' thing in the world when it was endin', though. Then lookin' in the mirror after it was done Pow pow! I had a lot of cleanin' to do. Heheheh.” “Oh?” I bring my knees to my chest, mostly to keep myself covered from Felix's view. “Yeah. I was the best damn quarterback my school had in forever. It's like I could read minds 'n' dart across the field. Tackles felt like tickles to me me. I was a machine that couldn't be broken down... All without my powers.” He looks up and closes his eyes, letting out a sigh. “I probably would've been a bad ass quarterback for some team, winning trophies and stuff... But then my neighbor's house was on fire and I activated my powers to save them. I couldn't stop the change 'n' as you know, Supers are banned from sports. “Do you regret it?” “Uh, let's see... Be a super famous quarterback who entertains all of America or be a world famous Super that saves people's lives? WELL FUCK! TOUGH CALL, DUMB ASS!” “Right. Sorry.” Being a quarterback would've been significantly easier for Felix. I was seeing a new side to Felix and I think I... I actually liked it. He did care about saving people more than easy publicity and an easier life. The publicity a Super has to deal with is a lot harsher and more intense, almost unwelcomed, when compared to a sports player. Felix shrugs, “I'm not scared of people knowing you saved me. I'm not that simple! I just agreed so you'd think you had power over me or somethin' So you'd think you had a choice.” “Sorry again.” I look down in shame. I suppose after showing a small part of himself, the rest just follows. “Thanks Felix. I feel better now.” I get up and take a towel out of the closet, a proper sized towel. He grunts and folds his arms as he looks away. All I could do is smirk. As I dry off my body, I can certainly see the changes. I had a well defined body before, but now it was different somehow. Each muscle stood off my body more than usual. I ran my hands through the now-deeper gap between my pecs, all the way down my abdomen. I gasp as I feel the deeper ridges. I panic as I hop on the scale. “No, no, no! 158 pounds! No...” “You look taller too.” Felix adds. The panic inside me grows even more as I bring my hands close to my chest and wring them. “I tried to keep it away but it came out... I think... I don't know if I can...” “You can work with it. You're heavier and a bit taller. Just try out your routine later.” Felix pats me on the shoulder. “And remember, if it doesn't, you can be a Super. Your future has 2 perfect options. Be thankful.” “Felix, why are you being so nice to me now?” “I was in this situation. I want you to have a choice.” He smirks, “But... I kind of wanna know how big you'd get as a Super, too. Heh.” “That's not funny. I want to stay small and aerodynamic!” “Yeah, yeah, I got it. But hey, life is unpredictable sometimes, Evan.” He continues to smirk as he exits the bathroom. Suddenly, I don't feel like Felix is as nice as I thought he was just a moment ago.