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Hi guys. Here’s my new four-chapter story, with the setting being South Florida. The theme is what will probably become my usual, where a bodybuilder and a twink get sexually and romantically involved with each other. Hope you like it, and I would of course always appreciate any responses that you may have. Thanks, Dennis "CONDO HOOKUP" CHAPTER 1 Timmy was sitting at his desktop computer in his cramped apartment in a typically densely- populated beach city on the Gold Coast of Florida. A lot of his relaxing time at home was spent checking out the many bodybuilder sites. Today, he had one of his favorites open, something called Muscle Growth Forums, where he was about to look through all the gorgeous musclemen for his morning wank. Today he went to the ‘Morphed Guys & Skinny Guys’ thread which was of particular interest to him. He thought it was hot, loving the muscle-size differences between the two pictured handsome men shown. It often also showed the skinny guy touching the ripped bulging muscle of the handsome morphed bodybuilder. And sometimes they were even in an embrace. Gasp! What an ultimate fantasy that would be for Timmy. Yeah, he really looked forward to spending quality time doing just that now. But then he heard BZZZZZZ. “Shit,” Timmy thought. “Probably another solicitor calling me on my phone. I’ll put it on speaker to just hear their message if one was even left by them.” Solicitors rarely left messages, as they knew you were not going to call them back if they did. So, Timmy then went back to his very important activity of jerking his dick. Then the message came on…. “This is the Tahiti Sands calling to schedule your closing as well as the date for your move in. Please call us back at…” Timmy leaped for the phone, surrendering his most pleasurable pursuit to take this very important interruption. The new condominium had finally finished its construction and Timmy was so looking forward to being one of the first residents to move in. He had waited well over a year for its opening as he had purchased it during its preconstruction phase. He was thrilled that he would finally be living in the big glitzy apartment house that had a lot of amenities, including of course a pool and gym. Timmy was born Timothy Meijer in West Michigan, 39 years ago, of Dutch descent on his father’s side and Irish on his mother’s. Growing up blond and very cute, even beautiful some people said, got him lots of pinches of his cheeks from relatives. But at school it was the gay bullying that Timmy had often experienced and endured. By senior year of high school, he had grown to six feet tall, slim and very handsome. He kept the name ‘Timmy,’ preferring it to perhaps a more usual ‘Tim’ for adulthood. He got away from the high school abuse when he went off to a university in Florida, and never looked back. Sure, holidays were sometimes spent briefly in Michigan with family, but his home became where it was warmer in winter and where many areas of South Florida had very sizable gay populations. And it was where he was able to become a very successful model. His tall, slender, blond, very handsome look at South Beach shoots contrasted nicely with the perhaps more prevalent handsome Latino models. * After finally moving in and getting settled into his new apartment, Timmy explored the building, seeing the fancy social room for parties, the barbeque area, card room, game room, tennis and bocce courts, and then the Olympic size pool which was ‘manned’ by a full-time staff. The lifeguard there was a very attractive guy, but, after chatting with him a while, Timmy was not really interested in taking it a step further with potentially dating him. This lifeguard, unlike their usual reputation from some of the gay sex stories he read, really didn’t have the kind of muscle that got his juices flowing. The condo’s gym would be opening later that week, and there was much more muscle potential there, Timmy thought. And hoped. Soon after, on a day when the weather was very stormy and traveling perhaps somewhat dangerous, Timmy thought that it was now the perfect time to check out the gym. He took a quick shower, and then, as he was passing his bedroom’s full-length mirror, he gazed at himself for his usual critical assessment. He looked at his middle-aged slender body that was devoid of very much muscle, though he thought it was nicely toned. He also saw, and knew from professional experience and from casual admirers, that he was considered very handsome. He was hit on by men frequently because of that, but he rarely gave them a tumble. They were never muscle-guys, and Timmy just assumed that that was because they liked other muscle-guys and would not be interested in skinny him. Well, maybe with this very conveniently located gym downstairs he’ll be able to finally put on some muscle. He was determined to do mostly cardio, but with a mix of a little weight training. The latter was to perhaps get a better view of the potential muscle guys lifting nearby. And, if there was any eye candy there, that would keep him motivated to keep coming back. Actually, if he was being totally honest with himself, it was perhaps the only reason to go to the gym in the first place! Timmy scanned the large gym and did a quick perusal to see who else was there. It was a big building, and lots of people had moved in already, which was evidenced by how crowded the gym appeared. He looked around and saw a young heavy-set guy, a skinny older guy, three women who were chatting up a storm about their husbands or boyfriends, a married couple, an overweight guy, and several more skinny guys clustered near the wall. Everyone, it seemed, but his muscular Prince Charming. ‘Oh well, I guess I’ll start with the treadmill after I change,’ Timmy thought. ‘I’ll watch some television there and pass the time that way’. But wait! Timmy’s heart then immediately started leaping as he saw someone very interesting on the far side of the gym. Yes, a major muscle guy who had now made Timmy’s jaw drop. The guy was at the squat rack with an enormous amount of weight on his back. Timmy couldn’t help but stare at his muscles bulging in the pump. So huge and ripped. The bodybuilder then stood up with his back to the muscle-obsessed middle-aged guy, and Timmy was now able to make a study of the Adonis’s remarkably developed muscles on his back, which slimmed to an impossibly small waist in comparison. He saw that his glutes and hams were also extremely muscular as well. Timmy wondered, ‘Oh my god, have I died and gone to muscle-heaven? Is he real? Or is it my imagination going wild because I really wanted to see someone who looked just exactly like this?’ Timmy then squinted a little, and through the mirror that was in front of the bodybuilder, he made out that his muscle-guy was also very ruggedly handsome. Suddenly, the stud turned around and now Timmy was able to gaze at the enormous plates of bulging solid muscle on his chest as well as then definitely the largest biceps he had ever seen anywhere by far. Timmy estimated this guy’s waist and biceps to measure within just a few inches of each other. His delts and traps were also amazing to behold, and every inch of this bodybuilder was so perfectly symmetrically developed. No muscle was neglected. Timmy went a little south on his exploration of the spectacular landscape in his view and he now actually audibly gasped when he focused on the bodybuilder’s obscenely bulging crotch. He wondered if this stud had a hardon, or he was that big when soft. He laughed to himself at this question he had asked that he would obviously never get an answer to. Timmy saw that the muscle-stud also towered over the other guys around him and was twice as thick and wide as anyone else in the entire gym. But there was something about the bodybuilder’s handsome face that looked familiar to Timmy that he couldn’t quite place yet. It took several seconds more and then it clicked with him. “Yes, yes, that’s the new Mr. America! Biff something. Biff. Ummm, Biff Stevens. That’s who he is! Super heavyweight class too! Oh my god, and in my condo’s gym too!”

Longer one, hope you enjoy! Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 5: Summer break arrived, grim as a prison sentence. To be away from Frank for mere hours felt like torture. Especially now that I was a full-blown roid pig, and my sex drive was insatiable. How was I going to survive back home for three months? For his part, Frank was just as upset. He had to stay on campus for football training — same dorm room, no me. “Will you promise me something?” he asked on my last day, as we lay in bed together. I was tracing my fingers through the violent grooves of his eight pack. “Of course, what is it?” I was expecting him to ask me to remain faithful, to not mess around with other guys. Now that I looked like this, I attracted leers anywhere I went, from men and women alike. Everyone wanted me. But that’s not what Frank was talking about. “Don’t stop lifting and growing this summer,” he said. “I want to see you get even bigger. I want you to keep eating, keep cycling. Stay focused on muscle all summer. All day, every day. Come back even bigger than you are now. Come back so big, people will gasp when they see you. So big they won’t even recognize you. James, your body has already responded better than I had hoped. You’re a hunk now, but I can make you a freak. A muscle freak. So huge. We’ll make you so big. 290, maybe even 300 pounds. Oh my god bro... Fuck....Big as a pro bodybuilder. Bigger. The two of us. Waddling around campus. Fucking and fucking nonstop. Two muscle freaks. One tall, one short. Sex every hour. All that muscle. Muscle, sex. Roids. Fucking beasts. Huge. So huge. Muscle, big muscle, so strong, so much muscle, so much musc-- oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck James! I can’t handle it. Holy shit! UNHHHH!” Frank grabbed behind my neck with one huge hand, and stuck his tongue down my mouth forcefully. At the same moment, his dick sprayed a huge load without warning or even any touch. Rope after rope shot up and landed in Frank’s beard and on his veiny neck. I counted 8 ropes! All while he kissed me passionately -- almost desperately. This happened anytime Frank talked about my muscle growth. Nothing turned him on more, not even his own muscular development. The second he started to envision me growing bigger, he'd burn beet red, wheeze loudly. His eyes would unfocus and look manic. His cock would shoot up as fast as a soldier's salute. As a rule, he'd eventually devolve into muttering "muscle" over and over again, like an incantation, until he came spontaneously. These would always be his biggest loads (which is really saying something). Each time Frank spiraled like this, his fantasies got more extreme. First it was bulking me up to 230 pounds, now it was 300. Of course, I couldn't have been more turned on either. I loved watching him lose control like this. I also started to realize that these fantasies could actually become a reality. I was almost 19, and already 225 pounds. To become a genuine mass monster, even a professional bodybuilder, suddenly felt plausible, especially while Frank was around. Laying beside him, I stroked my bulging pecs, arms, shoulders, quads, glutes... I was still blown away by their size. I soon came a load almost as large as Frank's. His fantasy was now my reality, my goal. -- So I had my marching orders for the summer. I also had (thanks to Frank) a year's worth of tren packed in my suitcase. With a heavy heart, it was time for me to head home. We had one last, incredible fuck session. Then another one. Then another one. Then finally, realizing I was about to miss my flight, I called an Uber and dashed off. Frank's dry cum still coated me underneath my super-tight clothes. The aroma of his pits was on my face in the cab, which gave me a throbbing boner the entire ride to the airport. I was 5'9, 18 y/o, 225 pounds. Tight denim jeans tearing inside the crotch. Light blue college t-shirt so tight you could see every ridge of my abs, both my nipples, my thick upper pecs almost touching my chin. Whenever I glanced at my reflection in a mirror or window, I was astonished at how wide I looked -- and also how obscene. Like a bodybuilder in the first minute of a gay porno, wearing ridiculous, undersized clothes. Stares from every direction as I rushed through the airport to board my plane. The gay flight attendant did a double take when he welcomed me on board. For a second, his mouth was agape. I winked, and he went red. I knew I looked like a fantasy cooked up in a lab. I approached my seat. A small, nerdy kid with glasses my same age -- no doubt on his way home from college as well -- regarded me with terror. I weighed a hundred pounds more than him, even though we were about the same height. As I stretched to stow my bag in the overhead bin, my tight shirt left my slightly hairy, washboard abs exposed. My bulging crotch was one inch from the kid's face. I'm sure he could smell the cum and sweat inside. I sat down beside him, my weight shaking the plane seat. All the color drained from his cheeks. The plane took off. The cabin lights dimmed, and almost everyone fell asleep. This was my first time in a plane seat since my "growth spurt." My shoulders and arms jutted well into the nerd's personal space. My hard tricep rubbed against his sad, noodley arm. I kept thinking how, just six months ago, I was this geek's size. We were probably the exact same age, yet I could do military presses with his body and not even break a sweat. Maybe even with one arm. I thought: Should I apologize for how much space I was taking up? I really was encroaching a full quarter into his seat. My bulging shoulder was digging into his tiny body. (The other one jutted into the aisle, so no one could pass by without brushing it.) My arm wasn't even on the arm rest, that's how wide I was. Then I noticed that the nerd was awkwardly covering up a boner in his lap. "Heh," I laughed under my breath. I turned my bulging neck and looked him in the eyes. I winked. He went as red as a firetruck. Now I was feeling arrogant. Discreetly, without anyone noticing, I grabbed his wrist and laid it on my bicep. I flexed, and the little nerd squeezed as hard as he could. (Not very.) Then I guided his tiny arm up under my shirt. I let him feel my pecs. I bounced them up and down as he groped them pathetically. His grip suddenly weakened. "Uff!" he whimpered. I saw a dark spot growing in his pants. My huge muscles had just made him cum. "Good boy," I whispered, and pushed him away, before anyone noticed. Fun as this mile-high muscle worship was, I was already missing Frank. I scrolled through the hundreds of X-rated pictures and videos of him on my phone, both heartbroken and incredibly aroused. Pics of us together when I was just 180 pounds, and he was 375. Videos of me pounding him doggy style, his back muscles jiggling. I could feel the nerd's prying eyes on my screen. I stumbled upon a recent, shirtless, chest-up picture of Frank, from his 430-pound era. He was smiling, as handsome as a movie star, but his furry pecs and shoulders looked so shockingly pumped that the nerd gasped. "Your...boyfriend?" he asked meekly. "You could say that," I replied. "Oh my God. He's... huge," he whispered, looking at Frank's picture in disbelief. He was spellbound. Now I had a painful erection. I lowered the seat back tray to hide it. But my heart was heavy. Three months apart. It sunk in. What if Frank found someone new? Someone even bigger than me? Vague jealousy burned like flames in my mind. I felt more motivated than ever to grow this summer. I'd come back so huge that Frank would be shocked, so big he could never find someone hotter than me. So big, so fucking big, so much muscle... my mind looped and looped, just like Frank's. Maybe it was the tren. The nerd watched as I took out a two-pound Tupperware container. Ground chicken, brown rice. 120 grams protein. It was a four-hour flight, and I had three of these meals to eat. -- To say my parents were horrified would be an understatement. At the airport, they didn't even recognize me at first. "It's me, it's James," I assured them. Even my voice was deepened by the roids. They hugged me like I was a science-fiction monster, confused and alarmed. You have to remember that the last time they had seen me, just six months prior, I was a lean, 155-pound kid. Now I was 225 pounds. I had told them I was bigger, that I'd been lifting, but not much else. Now, their charming, sensitive, academically inclined son was a roided-out meathead, more muscular than a Chippendale's dancer. Voice deeper, face wider but still jarringly boyish on a thick neck that stretched my shirt collar. Obscene, veiny muscles bulging everywhere -- ass, shoulders, pecs, arms, traps -- beastly, erotic bulges attracting stares from all corners. The next few days were pretty awful. Long fights ensued. Vehement lectures about the dangers of steroids (which I denied using, lol). Insistence that I see a psychiatrist for "bigorexia." But I knew what body dysmorphia was, and I didn't have it. I didn't think I was small. I thought I was huge. And I loved it. And now the only thing I wanted was to get bigger. All my parents’ anxieties and pressure didn’t amount to much when I thought of the sweaty, hairy, 430-pound muscle bottom that was waiting for me back at school. Frank’s special kind of madness had infected me. Logical reason fell by the wayside. All that mattered anymore was muscle and sex. With horror, it dawned on my parents that not only had I transformed utterly...I wasn't finished yet! I hadn't lined up a single thing to do that summer except train and eat and cycle on more and more gear. No internship, no summer job, no friends or social life even. Just gym and consuming shocking amounts of protein, day in, day out. Every now and then, I might come across a hulking gorilla at the gym or on Grindr, and I'd fuck their brains out. But those were my only, occasional distractions. If that was cheating on Frank, then it hardly counted, because Frank had spoiled me for sex. Guys smaller than 230 pounds no longer interested me -- and even when I found a roided-out muscle bottom, he'd never have a cock as massive and beautiful as Frank's was, or a face as handsome, or lips as soft. By my 19th birthday, late in June, I was 235 -- up a full ten pounds from my last weigh-in, and yet leaner and more defined than ever. My parents pretty much cut me off. They'd still pay for college in the fall, they said, but they didn't want to underwrite the money I was spending on food and new clothes and probably steroids that summer. Yet I soon realized that I could make a fortune doing cam shows, just flexing and jerking off for ridiculous rates, and could even raise my prices as I grew bigger and freakier each week. (Being hung didn’t hurt either.) So money became a non-issue. It poured in. In fact, I was making more than my parents did, unbeknownst to them. By early August, I was 250 pounds, a number that shocked even me. By then, my largest shirts fit like crop tops and left my well-defined abs exposed. Finally, my parents put their foot down. Either I see a psychiatrist, or they would stop paying my tuition. Reluctantly, I agreed. Through a stroke of luck, this ultimatum totally backfired on them. Within seconds of meeting my handsome, 30-something psychiatrist ("call me Justin") I realized he was gay. I could tell he was struggling to maintain his composure as he looked me up and down. As soon as the door of his office closed, I literally tore off my shirt. I practically leapt over his desk and shoved his face in between my pecs, forced him to suck on my perfect nipples. I flexed a bicep (21 inches) and pushed it into his face. He moaned and slobbered all over my peak, then huffed my musky pits. I swiped all the stuff off his desk -- it crashed on the floor -- and I roughly laid him out on the surface. I picked him up and started doing military presses with his body, over and over, with perfect form. I could tell from the bulge in his pants how much he was loving my show of strength. Then I laid him down on the chaise lounge (where I was supposed to be in therapy). I sat on his face, and enjoyed the frantic, overwhelmed way he ate out my bubble butt, no doubt the most muscular one he had ever seen. The shrink quickly came in his nice slacks. But I wasn't through with him. I flipped around and shoved my 8-inch cock down his throat. At first he nearly choked, but eventually managed to suck me dry. My load was enormous. All this worship had made me more horned up than I'd been in months. I started to put my tattered, indecent clothes back on. "That's all the time we have for today," I joked as I walked out the door -- knowing he'd never forget how good my ass looked as I left. -- A few days later, I overheard Dr. Justin debriefing my parents on our session on speakerphone. "Mr. and Mrs. Keller, you have nothing to worry about. James shows no signs of body dysmorphia or any other psychiatric disorder. Bodybuilding is a perfectly legitimate sport, and you should be encouraging James for his dedication and hard work. In fact, I'm a little disappointed that you have been so dismissive of James's athletic goals." My mom fell for it, hook, line and sinker. "Oh, God, you're right. How could we have been so unsupportive? I feel terrible." But my dad raged. "Encouraging THIS!? But the boy looks like a FREAK!" “Mr. Keller, I don’t think words like ‘freak’ are helpful here.” "Honey, listen to the doctor. We need to support James." "But what about the steroids?!" "In my medical opinion, I see no signs that James is abusing steroids. After speaking with him, it is my belief that he simply has excellent adherence to his diet and exercise regimen -- as well as a genetic predisposition for muscular hypertrophy." "BUT HE'S GROWING FIVE POUNDS A WEEK! THE KID HAS 21-INCH ARMS!" "Ron! Don't second-guess the doctor. He's the expert here." "Well, all of this being said, I do think James would benefit from continuing therapy. Maybe you could send him back to my office?" -- Although my dad wasn't happy, that was the end of the fighting. My parents yielded to my increasingly extreme lifestyle and size. Emboldened, I dramatically increased my tren and macros, and by the end of the summer, I was teetering at 265 pounds, up a full 40 pounds since June, and 110 pounds since January. I wasn't just training my muscles… As long as I'd known Frank, I'd never been able to bottom for him. His 10.5" dick was too much for me. I couldn’t even get it inside me. So all summer, I was practicing with bigger and bigger toys, getting ready to ride his almost fist-sized cock the day we reunited. Even though Frank was on my mind constantly, we hadn't corresponded much. It was pointless to text or call him. He lived in the moment, whether lifting or eating or fucking or practicing, and barely looked at his phone. The messages I sent would sit unread for days, driving me into a frenzy of insecurity. The few messages I got back were dashed off in pidgin English. ("miss u 2 bro, iam jo 2u rn. still growin??") Sometimes I thought he was barely literate. Plus, there was a tacit understanding between us that we didn't want to reveal too much. We both wanted to be shocked by each other's growth when we finally reunited in person. Imagine what Frank is going to think when he sees me. That was all I thought, day in and day out, as I pounded protein shakes, pushed barbells, and pegged myself in my locked bedroom. One hot August afternoon, as a twelve-inch dildo ripped through my bubble butt, I came the biggest load of the whole summer, picturing the shock on Frank's face when he'd finally see me next week. -- The day came. I was returning to college for sophomore year. Unlike my last flight, this time, I knew I was far too big to fly coach. I just wouldn't fit. So I used some of my cam money to upgrade to First Class. Even in the larger seats, my lats spilled out comically. A tank top, barely a scrap of fabric, left half my pecs and both nipples completely exposed. It was pretty fun to watch the other passengers trudge by, the look of shock on their faces when they saw a 265-pound, 19-year old bodybuilder looking back at them arrogantly. I made sure they all had to brush past my veiny arm, which jutted into the aisle. Especially the nerds around my age, whom I took special pleasure in intimidating. I didn't eat any of the First Class food, though. I brought seven pounds of ground beef and rice in three huge Tupperware containers. Spent most of the flight stuffing my face, trying not to leak too much pre-cum thinking about my growing muscles -- and of the furry, wheezing, waddling mass monster that was waiting for me back on campus. Frank, Frank, Frank, Frank, Frank. After I was done eating my Tupperware meals, I started rubbing my bulging chest, flexing my arms, turned on by my own mass. The other people in First Class glared at me. I’ll admit, my behavior and appearance were pretty shocking. My dick got so painfully hard that I needed to rub one out. I stuffed myself into the airplane bathroom, barely able to close the door. I felt like a sardine. Then I looked in the mirror. I almost came on the spot. I could not believe how massive I had become. I pulled my cock out of my sweatpants and flopped it on the tiny bathroom counter. I looked back at my reflection and immediately orgasmed. I sprayed a load all over the little sink and mirror. I flexed for a few more minutes, totally stunned. I half-heartedly cleaned up the mess, then waddled back to my seat to drink a protein shake. — My flight had been delayed, and I got to our dorm quite late -- almost 2am. Everyone on campus was asleep. I stood outside our door. New year, same little cinder-block dorm room. We had pulled some strings to stay paired together another year. My heart pounded. I was completely hard. Just imagine what Frank will think when he sees me. Even as I reached for the door handle, the enlarged size of my veiny forearm caught my eye. A warm feeling surged through my cock. The room was pitch black. I heard Frank’s typical snoring and closed the door quietly, trying not to wake him. The scent of sweat and muscle and cum was overpowering, like a smack in the face. It conjured the countless fuckfests we'd had in the room over the past year. My dick throbbed with pleasure and anticipation. I even started moaning out loud, that's how horned up I felt. My eyes adjusted to the darkness. I realized the mattress was on the floor for some reason, no bed frame -- and the huge, dark mound on the mattress must be Frank. I set my bag down, then peeled off my clothes silently. Now I was completely naked. My dick was pulsating from Frank's pheromones and my months of waiting. I tiptoed towards the mattress in the center of the room, stepping on jock-straps, cum-stained bodybuilding mags, empty vials of tren... Same loud snores. Frank could sleep through anything. I climbed into bed with him. I got under the covers. I nestled next to him, so I was big spoon. Frank's naked body felt molten hot as I ran my fingers through his fur. Impossible to describe his scent. Even in the darkness, just tactilely, I could tell something was different. This was Frank, but this wasn't Frank's same body. For example, I cupped one of his shoulders with both of my hands, yet even two hands couldn't encompass his delt -- that's how enormous he was. Cuddling him from behind, I couldn't even reach around his lats; he was too wide. My fingers grew more restless as I realized he was far, far larger than the last time I saw him. In disbelief, I groped his sleeping muscles, squeezed his neck, caressed his beard, the stubble on the back of his head... Frank snorted loudly and flipped onto his back, almost crushing me in the process. But he didn't wake up. Frank started to talk in his sleep. "Fuck...Muscle bro...Fuckin' huge...Muscle...Freak...Musc..." he muttered. Then he resumed snoring even louder. Now I could feel his pecs. I delicately kneaded them, toyed with his sensitive nipples. ("Unnh!" Frank cried unconsciously.) Yes, they were much bigger too. Hard to tell how much bigger in the dark. I was in a silent frenzy. I could have cum right then and there. Yet I decided to reach down further. I felt it. Frank's 10.5" cock, as hot and hard as I had dreamed of it. I tasted some of the pre-cum that dribbled out. I had to do it. I had to ride him. I very quietly stood up, stripped the blanket off of his body. I squatted over Frank's cock and guided it into my massive bubble butt. I just used a bit of spit for lube. Even in his dreams, Frank was leaking so much pre that I didn't need much else. All the training I had subjected myself to that summer was leading here. Frank was still asleep as he entered me. I cried out in pain. Then the pain subsided and pleasure rushed over me like nothing I'd ever felt before. I slowly thrust up and down, taking more and more, until he was inside me up the hilt. I was legit crying tears of joy as Frank unwittingly tore through my ass -- feeling like the type of huge muscle bottom I'd always fantasized about. I started thrusting my ass faster and faster as I rode him. Then suddenly a change came over Frank. He didn't wake up, but some kind of animal spirit inside of him did. His super-strong hands clasped my waist, and suddenly he was thrusting harder and harder. Pounding me. "AHHHHH!" I screamed, unable to stay quiet any longer. "FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!" I roared with each thrust. The feeling was so intense, I was about to pass out. Then Frank truly woke up. "WHAT THE -- what the FUCK?" he yelled out in confusion as I rode his cock in the darkness. I must have looked like a huge dark shape bouncing up and down on his boner. "AH! AH! AH AH!" I moaned, incapable of even forming words. I was starting to black out, the room was receding, but I couldn't stop riding Frank. It felt too incredible. Then Frank groped for a lamp near the bed. He clicked it on. A blinding light filled the room. I realized why the mattress was on the floor. The wooden bed frame had evidently buckled -- its wreckage was piled in the corner of the dorm room. I looked down at Frank, he looked up at me. We saw each other for the first time in three months. All while 10.5 inches of him were inside me. I'll cut to the chase. Frank was 470 pounds. He had gained 40 pounds of mass that summer. His arms had grown to 26 inches. His furry pecs were so enormous that from my angle, riding him, they actually hid most of his face. His cheeks were fuller and his face was broader from all the gear, yet he was as handsome as ever, even with a stunned look in his eyes. Then you have to imagine Frank's POV, bright light suddenly on, looking up and seeing his roommate, now a 265-pound gorilla, riding his cock for the first time ever, pectorals and hard cock flopping up and down. "J--James?" "FRANK!" (In unison) "OH MY GOD! UNNNNNNNH!!!!" As his load GUSHED into my hole, mine exploded all over his mega-pecs and his beautiful face. The biggest load I'd ever produced. His face was completely coated, like a mask. We both came and came and came and came and came. Our muscles were shuddering and quivering post-orgasm. The harsh light of the bedside lamp made our bodies look all the more freakish and unreal. Two absolute monsters, roid pigs, 19 years old, 735 pounds of muscle between us. Frank's sensitive cock was still deep inside me, gushing warm sperm deeper and deeper. We locked eyes. Underneath a veil of cum, I could tell Frank was smiling devilishly. That was how our sophomore year began.

A summary…

Fifth scene: The Prince continues to grow.

Fourth scene: The Prince stands up and lets his robe fall.

Third scene: His Royal Highness' sleeves are failing and his shoulders are exposed.

Second scene: The Interview with His Royal Highness, Prince Abdul Al-Aziz Al-Hamza, first in line to the throne and next in the line of succession to the island of Thazzan

Sixth (and last, for now?) scene: No more underdress (but with the restriction of no nudity… )

Illustrating some of my favorite stories with AI pics: I offer you AI pics generated from prompts based on The Arab Prince. First interpreted scene: the greeting in the audience room.

PART 12 Moving his feet and taking his first steps, Barron felt the ground below him crack. He couldn’t see anything beneath his thick and meaty pecs, and he liked it that way. He didn’t what to know what damage he caused as his truck-sized feet tore down buildings and stomped on soldiers who stood there staring rather than run. I’m a giant, he thought. I’m an actual, fucking, muscle giant! I should be loving this… power… but why does it fucking terrify me? Barron attempted to tread carefully as he moved through the army base, but unfortunately for his troops, he was far from successful. Beneath his bare feet, he could feel the squishing and breaking of flesh and bones from the soldiers who refused to move without him giving the order. Lifting a heavily muscled leg while balancing on one foot, he stared at the dirt, rubble, and blood that now coated the sole. How many of the ones he had sworn to protect had he pulverized? How many more would there be as he grew even larger? He had done this. His body had done this. His pride had done this. Leaning over, Barron looked down at the remaining troops he hadn’t flattened. From his height, each soldier appeared to be only a foot tall, or less; all looking fragile as glass ornaments. Each rigidly at attention, waiting to carry out any order he gave. They were all useless drones now, not one of them able to think for themselves any longer. He hated what he had created. He was beginning to wonder if he shouldn’t crush them all and take them out of their misery, but he swiftly chased that thought from his mind. It was because of him that they were all in the state they were in, and now he needed to figure out a way to save and protect all that he could. He was their General. They believed in him. “LISTEN TO ME! I… COMMAND YOU… IN AN ORDERLY AND RESPECTFUL WAY… TO GET AS FAR AWAY FROM ME AS POSSIBLE. SAVE YOURSELVES!!” His deep rumble of a voice easily spread over the assembly of soldiers. A few, barely a handful, appeared to wake from whatever trance his scent had put them under, and looked around. Seeing the situation, they backed slowly away, obviously frightened, turned, and ran as quickly as they could. The rest remained motionless, staring straight ahead. “GO!! NOW!! I DEMAND IT!!!” Not one soldier altered their stance. “CAN'T YOU HEAR ME?? DON'T JUST STAND THERE LIKE IDIOTS!! RUN!! WHY THE FUCK ARENT YOU RUNNING??!!” As if on command, soldiers began to break rank, but instead of running away, they appeared to be moving towards him. Soon, as if pulled by a magnet, a mass migration began to flow towards Barron’s feet. Once they reached their goal, the troops proceeded to slowly begin to touch his feet… and then caress them… and then lick his immense feet. Like puppies, they crawled onto and over his feet, each one trying to get up higher and worship an area of his foot or leg that no one had gotten to before. “I SAID TO GET THE HELL AWAY FROM ME!! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING???” Barron’s army kept coming, and quickly became more and more persistent and determined to worship him. He tried to dissuade them by gently pushing them out of the way with his feet, but not truly understanding how strong his body now was or how frustrated he was becoming, he instead kicked several, sending them flying with a loud splat into the sides of buildings. Even those messy deaths wouldn’t stop his remaining troops from crawling all over his feet. Instead, like bees, it appeared to arouse them even more, and soon, they were furiously swarming him. “WHY WON'T YOU ALL GO AWAY!!! WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU??!!” The ground beneath Barron had become a madhouse. Soldiers were mindlessly flocking to him in the hundreds, and those that couldn’t get close enough began to push and shove those that could. Fights broke out. Not one soldier was willing to concede to the other. Soon, his orderly army broke out into fighting, each punching, and attacking anyone that appeared to be getting a leg up on worshiping him. Suddenly, the stakes were raised as pandemonium turned deadly when several shots were fired. “DON’T DO THIS!! STOP!! HALT!!! LISTEN TO ME!!” Not one listened. Why wouldn’t they listen? Barron wanted to get as far away from his troops as possible. Maybe if he fled far away from the base, they’d stop. He went to make a move, but with people swarming erratically beneath him, he couldn’t figure out where he could step to cause the least amount of damage. There were simply too many of them and it was proving too difficult to move carefully with only having a limited view of the ground. No matter where he walked, he knew that he would pulverize a large portion of the base population, and this was something he desperately wanted to prevent. Won’t I have the same problem with the rest of the world when I’m thousands of feet tall, Barron thought. Won't they all be so far below me and so miniscule that I won’t ever know where to step? What about when I grow even more immense than that! What about when my foot is the size of a state! So many are going to die! Maybe it will be easier if I just stop thinking about it. Maybe I shouldn’t care. Maybe I should just step wherever I want to step… and fuck them all. They should get out of my way. For the first time, Barron grew aroused by the idea of being able to demolish everything beneath his feet. In his head, he heard the sounds of screams as he thundered down a busy street. The world would be pandemonium. Crowds would be running from him as quickly as they could, but none would be fast enough to get out of his way. He imagined how incredible it would feel to simply press his foot down into the crowd and be the last thing any of them would remember. His cock grew hard as the images of the power that he now possessed flooded his brain. Grinning, Barron was just about to take his first step o to the crowd below when he stopped. A wave of cold washed over him as he suddenly came to his senses and realized what it was he was about to do. What the fuck is wrong with you, Grant?! Straighten your sorry ass out!! How dare you think that way!! That’s not like you at all!. You made a pledge to protect the people of this country at any cost, and you’ll damn well do it! Barron inhaled deeply and cleared his head. When he exhaled, having forgotten about how strong his breath now was, he watched as several trees across the base toppled, their roots ripping up the dirt and sidewalk as they flew from the ground and fell several feet away. The only problem is… I now have to protect the world from me! Barron was trying to decide what his course of action might be, when a sharp and painful explosion of what sounded like microphone feedback ripped through his head. At that exact moment, Barron experienced what felt like millions of bolts of lightning erupting and exploding in his skull. As the din grew harsher and louder, Barron lifted his arms in an attempt to cover his ears, but found that his lats were too wide and his biceps too swollen to allow himself to complete this simple task. He felt sick to his stomach and dizzy as the cacophony of noise in his head grew to a mind exploding crescendo, and he was suddenly afraid that he was going to pass out. Fighting through the clamour in his head, Barron was surprised when he suddenly began to hear the distant sound of a deep and menacing laugh. All too quickly, the pain and high pitched howling that ripped through his head was replaced by thunderous laughter that appeared to be coming from both within, and all around him. Then, louder than even the laughter came… a voice. “Enjoying the show, General?” It was a male voice. There was no denying that. It was deep… masculine… with a terribly cruel edge to it. “WHAT? WHO... WHO IS THIS?” “You always craved worship, General; undying devotion from your soldiers. Maybe your soldiers aren’t worthy of you. Perhaps you think I should up the intensity.” Below Barron, the soldiers began to fight each other harder, and worship with greater fervor. Several more streams of bullets were fired, and even more blood was shed as those fell to the hands and weapons of ones who were stronger and more determined to be near him. Sickeningly, Barron began to smell the blood of his fallen company rise up towards him. “WHATEVER YOU'RE DOING... STOP IT IMMEDIATLEY!” “More? As you wish!” Fighting turned to unbridled passion and insane lust as his troops began to copulate and worship in Barron’s giant shadow. Even at 40 feet above the madness, Barron could hear the groans of pleasure as men grabbed men and began to wildly fuck and suck each other. More tore off their clothes and started to rub their bodies against his feet in reverence while the rest jerked off or fingered themselves looking up at him in adoration. The maniacal laughter shot painfully through Barron once again as the bacchanal below grew in ferocity. Whatever force that lay behind the voice and laughter and controlled his troop soon began to have a profound effect on him. Barron found his hyper sexed body began to get turned on by the animalistic revelry below, and soon, his eyes were closed, and he was wildly stroking his own mighty cock in delight. Barron imagined how incredible it would feel to have all of the tiny hands of his troops, en masse, jerking his titanic cock. They might be small, but if they all came together as a team and really put their body and soul into it, they could potentially satisfy him. In his fantasy, others would begin to lick and toy his nipples with their tongues. True worshipers, not willing to be satisfied with only licking or massaging his body with their hands, would crawl up his hole and use their own bodies as butt plugs… moving in further to massage his prostate. Below, the world had exploded into an insane hornets nest of erotic frenzy and debauchery. All sexes were out of control; all fucking, sucking, and licking each other in every possible position and every available hole. Barron attempted to prevent himself from growing even hornier by thinking of other things, but hearing and smelling the masses below worshiping and fucking at his feet made it next to impossible. I’d give anything to be down there with them!! It’s so hard to believe I’ll never fuck again! “Never say never, General!” The voice erupted into laughter again. Barron’s cock throbbed and his balls burned. Soon, his cock began leaking pearl after pearl of precum, falling from the head to the ground below. “That’s it, General. Shoot on them!! Let’s see what evolution The Variant can create!!” Barron’s eyes shot open at these words, and fear gripped his stomach. Immediately stopping his hand from stroking himself further, Barron frantically tried to look around for whatever alien force was stealing into his brain and communicating with him. His mountainous pecs got in the way of him looking below, so he needed to bend his torso over slightly to take in the ground. “Come on, General!! Stop wasting time! Try and make me some more brothers and sisters!” A hot erotic rush shot through him again as a much larger and thicker wad of pre was released and landed on several more soldiers. The spector laughed wildly with glee, revelling in Barron’s release. The groans from below grew even louder as the sexual hysteria surged. Barron tried to stop the flow of pre with his hands, but his cock refused to obey. Another spurt of pre fell and hit three more troops. The sticky liquid his balls produced was quickly absorbed into their system through their skin, and The Variant rapidly went to work altering their DNA for growth. How many did I hit? How many more are there going to be? I didn’t think any of this through! It’s bad enough what’s going to happen to me… but what if there’s ten… twenty more of me? They’ll over run the Earth! There’ll be destruction everywhere! “That’s right, General. That’s what The Variant made you for! Did you think you were in control??? That’s a joke! None of us are in control any longer! You’re just a fucking spreader. That’s all you are. That’s what The Variant evolved you to be. From your cock… more and more of us are going to be born. With each generation… The Variant grows bigger… better… and stronger? Do… Go on! Do what’s in your nature now to do. Spread!!!” Suddenly a marionette on strings, Barron’s hips bucked uncontrollably and he shot five more massive wads, one after the other, quite a distance away from the horde of people. Barron felt relief as he watched the secretion safely land on the ground, away from further spreading. If he could just calm himself down… he wouldn’t have anything else to… Barron watched in horror as the secretion slowly began to move under its own locomotion. At first, it reminded The General of how mercury might act when released from an old fashioned, broken thermometer. The five puddles slowly slithered their way across the dirt and pavement, merging into a larger mass as they came together. Then, as it moved nearer to people, Barron’s discharge quickly gained speed, becoming a heat seeking missile hunting down its prey. Soon, the thick substance slithered across the ground and merged with a young male soldier, completely covering his naked body. The soldier groaned loudly as it attached itself to him, and then before he even knew what was happening, it had been absorbed into his system and was tracking down his DNA. This is a nightmare, Barron thought. “This is what happens when you play with things you don’t understand, General. But… I’ll tell you what… Do you really want to stop this before it all grows out of control?” “YES! TELL ME HOW TO STOP IT!!” “It will be a little bit of a challenge since you can’t tell who’s infected and who’s not..,” “JUST TELL ME!” “Crush them. Each and every one of them.” “WHAT?” “Pulverize them into pulp. Smash them into the ground with your massive feet.” “I… I CAN'T. YOU CAN'T ASK ME TO DO THAT.” “You have no choice. It’s just you… and… of course… me… or it’s you and ten to twenty other rampaging… FUCK!!” Between his ears and within his skull, Barron heard the familiar sounds of bones breaking and muscle swelling, but knew that it wasn’t him that was getting larger. “Growing feels so… fucking good!!” Barron’s blood ran cold. “WHO ARE YOU?” “I’m surprised… you haven't… already guessed. Don’t worry, though. You’ll… FUCK… see me… soon! This body won’t be able to… hide… for long!!” “SHOW YOURSELF!” “You always were sexy barking commands.” Another peel of deep and menacing laughter erupted in Barron’s head. “Caleb Thomas, Sir! Reporting for duty! Look to your right, Sir!” Barron shifted his weight to the right and bent slightly over. His hyper evolved eyesight quickly picked up as a 10 foot… no… 11 foot, insanely muscular, yet cut and perfectly proportioned figure with long flowing brown hair emerged from the shadows. Lifting his thick arm, he proceeded to mockingly salute Barron. Standing there so rigidly stiff, Caleb looked like the physical manifestation of the Greek ideal of man. Barron imagined Caleb was what Alexander the Great might look like… or Achilles, sculpted from marble by a master with a fetish for cock and muscle. Compared to Caleb, any man would look like a poor substitute… including Barron. Caleb smiled, waved up at Barron, before gritting his teeth and scrunching his face muscles. He let out a loud groan, and then shot up several inches. “The Variant… needs me… a little… bigger!!!” Caleb screamed, holding out his arms, as he expanded. The young soldier grunted over and over, each time shooting him larger. When he was finished, left panting and catching his breath, he stood nearly 14 feet tall and over 3,000 lbs of muscle. “Here we are… General. Face to face… almost!” Caleb was still quite winded from his last bout of growth, but quickly gained his composure. His 17 inch cock stood rigidly out in front of him, swaying and throbbing in the wind, while his grapefruit sized testicles appeared to swell and breathe in his sack with a life of their own. “THOMAS.” “Guess I shouldn’t expect you to recognize me. I’ve changed quite a bit. Even more than you could imagine. You like my little trick?” Barron could see that Caleb didn’t even move his mouth when he spoke. He simply grinned. Caleb then snapped his fingers, and each member of the troop stopped what they were doing and scattered quickly to attention. “Within me… The Variant birthed REAL power, General. My will… my brain trumps yours. Your men… are my men now!” Half of the soldiers below Barron began to fight again as the other half began to fuck. In no time at all, more soldiers were killed at their comrades hands as blood covered the ground. Within his head, Caleb laughed harder. The Variant’s driven him insane, Barron thought. He’s getting off on this. Barron’s body began to shake as his shoulders stretched broader and his delts throbbed. Another thick wad of pre was fired from his cock, raining down on the crowd below. He wanted to step away so that his seed didn’t fall on anyone else below and create more giants, but his soldiers continued moving underfoot. “As your children grow, General… we’ll get to watch and witness if their bodies are strong enough to evolve and survive.” “WHAT DO YOU MEAN?” “Remember your other Chosen ones? That was a laugh! They were weak! They couldn’t even survive the initial metamorphosis. Their body’s… they cracked under the pressure… limbs split apart… skin tore and exploded… Trey’s own muscle mass… remember Trey? His muscle growth was so astronomical that it smothered him. He screamed out in agony until his mouth fused shut and he evolved into one enormous, pulsating mound of muscle. None of them survived, General. None of them were as strong as you and I. That’s why you need to spread. The Variant… it’s not pleased with the results. It’s demanding more!!!” Caleb groaned as his torso stretched another foot longer. To Barron, Caleb’s body no longer looked as in proportion or sculpted as it once had. His upper body seemed to have grown much longer and wider… more angular. “HOW... ARE YOU... DOING... THIS??” Barron’s own shoulders cracked and spread wider. “What The Variant found within me… what it’s evolved… what it’s made me a slave of… A recessed gene in my DNA. The Variant… it unlocked it. My brain… The Variant has expanded it so far beyond any human capacity… any genius capacity… any computer’s capacity… and it just keeps growing stronger!” Caleb grunted as his pecs swelled thicker. “The Variant… it needs to grow… it needs to survive… and now… The Variant wants to know… everything!! My brain… The Variant has… mutated it… grown it… so large… it no longer only resides… in my skull! It now… trails down my spinal cord… budding and augmenting… my lungs… they have merged with my brain… my heart… my kidneys… my brain… growing… filling every available space. Still growing… expanding… filling me… My body is trying to… keep up… trying to match… my expanding mind. Grow stronger… to contain it. You’re the brawn of this operation, General… but I’m… the brain! Caleb laughed as his arms grew slightly longer as his biceps swelled. Within his head, Barron heard Caleb grunt as his body shook. All at once, his upper torso grew significantly wider as his lats flared out. “There… can only… be… one of us… General. Only… one of us… can grow and fill… everything. With me… it’s found the means… to not only grow and fill… everything… but to… be… everything!!” Caleb’s torso bucked as it stretched longer. “I… ARGH!!” Caleb’s thick wall of abs swelled, pushing outwards like a powerlifter's roid gut. As it ballooned, his pelvis cracked and repositioned itself, growing his waist wider. “Stomach… being… ingested… by… my own… brain! No longer… do I need… it! More cavity… is needed… for my brain… to grow!” Caleb’s abdomen swelled and pulsated. “Variant… wants… all of me… to be… it’s… brain.” Baron’s body, responding to what he was witnessing of Caleb’s growth, shot upwards and out. His expanding feet caught people underneath, pulverizing and demolishing them as he spread out. Not one person screamed as they were trampled. They were too busy revelling in the orgasmic frenzy that Caleb had filled them with. Others began to throw themselves under his growing feet, cumming and moaning as they were crushed. Barron backed up, but only succeeded in crushing even more. He was comforted in the knowledge that he was hopefully saving the world from the growth of even more monsters, but knew that all too soon they would have him to contend with. And Caleb. How was he going to protect the people from Caleb who seemed much more powerful and dangerous than he ever could be. Barron’s body shot up even higher, growing heavier and more immense. Fuck! I’m the size of a building! Not quite a skyscraper, but a tall building! When the growth slowed and stopped, Barron was surprised at how far away the ground seemed from his new 60 feet of height. Looking down, he saw that Caleb now stood nearly 20 feet tall. “It’s time… General. Time to do the task The Variant has evolved this body for.” Caleb closed his eyes, a soft humming noise filled Barron’s head. “WHAT, SOLDIER. WHAT DOES THE VARIANT NEED YOU TO DO? TELL ME!!!” “The Variant… has me… tapping myself… into the Wi-Fi. It wants to… download… all of the world's information into me. When this happens… The Variant will be unstoppable!!!”

This part was inspired by the pic at the bottom. I also borrowed a scene from the TV show Reacher that I thought was pretty clever. Hank woke up in the hayloft just before dawn. He stretched out, then leapt down to the barn floor. He went outside and took a piss in the field, steam rising heavily from his hot stream as it hit the cold morning air. He stretched out some more, warming himself up for his first workout of the day. He felt himself up and grunted with a deep self-satisfaction at his own extreme muscularity. He started to bone up, and thought about jerking off into the field, but instead, headed back into the barn to lift. It had been two weeks since the arm wrestling comp he had gone to with Kurt. Things were going great, despite the fact that Hank had been thrown out of Sam’s bodybuilding contest that past weekend. Hank and Kurt were both in the audience, hooting and hollering during Sam’s routine, but during the posedowns, Hank started mocking the other competitors, calling them pencil-necked geeks and needle-dicked pansies, among other things. Finally, when he yelled out, “My little sister’s got bigger muscle than you, fagboy,” five big security guys came over to throw him out. “Y’all want a piece of this, ladies?” Hank yelled, stripping off his shirt. When the five bruisers took a step back, Hank laughed and said, “That’s what I thought,” and started towards them. Kurt grabbed him by the scruff of his bull neck and hustled him up the aisle. Just before exiting, Hank tipped his head back and said, “If you five fairies want yer cherries popped, just come outside, I’ll do it for you.” He laughed and laughed as Kurt ushered him out the doors. Once inside Kurt’s new pickup, he said, “Do you have to cause trouble everywhere you go?” Hank was all charged up. “Did you see the looks on their faces? All of ‘em about to pee themselves. Let’s go back in. You and me could take the whole place.” Hank’s over enthusiasm was turning Kurt on, so instead of going back in, Kurt leaned over and kissed him, long and hard. Long enough for the windows of his truck to steam up. Then he said, “I got a better way to channel all that energy, muchacho.” Karl started up the truck and drove back to his place and where they fucked each other’s brains out while Sam went on to win the bodybuilding competition, despite Hank’s brouhaha, taking both the super heavyweight division and the overall. Later that day, when Sam brought his trophies out to the barn, he gave Hank a heavy black jock strap as a thank you for making the contest interesting. Now, back at the barn, Hank was wearing the strap as he lifted. He liked the way it made him feel as he pounded out outrageous amounts of weight. Two hours into his workout, pumped to the gills and sweating profusely, he decided to open the doors of the barn to let in the growing warmth of the spring day. On his way over, he saw someone peeping thru a gap in the doors. The guy saw him coming and muttered “shit”, and turned to run, but he was too late. Hank shoved the doors open hard, and one of them hit the guy from behind, sending him sprawling to the ground. Hank swaggered over to him and looked down at him. He was young, about Hank’s age, and not a big guy. As he struggled to get up on his elbows, Hank said, “Best to stay down. I could shred you.” He cracked his knuckles as he made his meaty hands into fists. “Who the fuck are you?” “I…I…I…” stuttered the guy, his tongue frozen with fear as he looked up at the pumped muscle mutant standing over him. Hank reached down with one hand and grabbed him around the neck, then swooped him up off the ground until the guy’s feet were dangling in midair. “Blink when you’re ready to talk,” Hank said, as he tightened his grip. The guy, in a panic as he felt his windpipe being crushed, blinked. But Hank continued to hold him airborne, as if he were made of straw, and squeezed harder. The guy began to blink and blink in rapid succession, his eyes bugging out of his head. Hank finally set him down and let go of his neck. “Start talkin’,” he demanded. “I just,” the guy said with a rasp, a rasp the he would have the rest of his life, his vocal cords damaged beyond repair. “I just wanted, I mean, I saw you and that massive sportscaster guy at that bodybuilding show and how you scared the security team just by looking at them, that was so epic, and how you were rooting for Sam the Weatherman, that guy is a freak, too, and I could tell you all knew each other, and I just wanted to find out how I could get big like you guys, or even half as big. I’m sick of being a fucking lightweight. So I kinda followed you around after, and saw you come out to this place.” Hank liked this, having his own little stalker, and hearing him rambling on, so full of awe. He eyed the guy up and down. “Take off your shirt,” he ordered. The guy nervously pulled his shirt off. “How much you weigh?” “About 160.” Hank snorted. “You wish. You sure are purdy, though. You about twice as purdy as the last chick I dated.” Hank reached out and put his rough palm on the side of the guy’s face. Then he ran his index finger down the guy’s neck, and down his taut, smooth torso. The young guy got goosebumps all over. Hank liked that reaction. “So you wanna get big, huh?” “I’d do anything.” “Yeah? You’d do anything, huh? What’s your name, dude?” “Joe.” “Okay, Joe, I’ll tell you what you can do. Get on your knees.” Joe hesitated, until he saw Hank arch an eyebrow. He got on his knees. His face was level with the pouch of Hank’s strap, which was starting to swell. “You blow me, and if you take my huge load, you’ll start to get bigger. I mean, ya gotta lift, too, but you’ll grow fast.” Joe looked nervously at the growing pouch. “Seriously? That’ll work?” Hank had no idea if it would work or not, but he needed a good bj. He flexed his huge arms over the aspiring muscleboy. “You wanna look like this or not?” “Jeezus. Jeezus,” rasped Joe, as he watched Hank’s pumped, inhuman arms swell. “Yeah, you want this, don’t ya, you puny little stalker? Now fucking blow me. Don’t sweat it, I’ll be gentle.” Hank whipped out his cock and let it flop into Joe’s face. Joe grabbed onto the base of it, then took the head into his mouth and started sucking. “Ahhahhahh yeah,” said Hank with a big grin. “Hot fucking virgin mouth. Work it good.” Hank grabbed Joe by his ears and guided him down his shaft. The musclebound arm wrestler started thrusting harder. He threw his head back and groaned. “Turn you into a hungry little muscle whore.” Hank stopped being gentle, and face fucked Joe with wild abandon, flopping the smaller man around like a blow-up doll, his thick shaft pumping deeper with each piston-like thrust. Hank finally unloaded, but with such force and volume that Joe lost consciousness. As Hank was pulling him off his engorged member and laying him onto the grass, Sam was pulling up. Sam got out of his car and came over. “What’s going on, man?” he asked Hank. “I don’t know, but I think I killed him. I’ll do CPR.” Hank intertwined his thick fingers, then placed one palm on Joe’s sternum and was about to start when Sam yelled “Stop! You’ll crush him like an egg. Just back away for a second, the dude is still breathing.” Sam crouched down and cradled Joe upright in his huge arms. After a few moments, Joe woke up coughing, so Sam patted his back softly. “Who is this?” Sam asked Hank. “That’s my new pet,” answered Hank, proudly. Sam just shook his head. “You can’t just keep him.” But then Joe looked up at Sam’s square-jawed face and said, “Are you God?” “See,” said Hank. “He thinks he’s in heaven.” Sam looked down at the angelic face in his arms. He looked like a younger version of himself. He ran his hand down Joe’s washboard abs. Joe quivered with pleasure. He looked at Sam with big puppy eyes. “Hey, he likes you, too,” said Hank. “We can share him. But remember, I saw him first, and I have needs.” He stuffed himself into his jock strap. Sam sighed. “Okay, he can stay. But only as long as he wants to. And don’t hurt him.” “Sweet!” exclaimed Hank. He took Joey from Sam, tossed him over his shoulder, and carried him into the barn. Sam wondered if he would live to regret his decision.

This is my first ever written story published here. I have actually written one story before, but it was lost when my old laptop gave up. I've been hesitant to put anything here as I don't want my story telling getting too judged, but, this is an idea which is so hot to me, I just had to share. I hope you all enjoy, and any feedback is much appreciated, or feel free to drop me a message. “So, anything else that needs discussing before the next news meeting?” My editor asks. “Umm, well, is there anything I can be focussing on?” My voice slightly cracks, I’ve only been at the BBC offices for a few weeks but I’m trying to make myself come off as keen, but not too keen that everyone around me hates me and thinks I’m going to gun for their job. The World Service has been through some really, really tough months, job cuts, redundancies, people moving abroad to other networks, the BBC was not the place everyone wanted to work anymore, and certainly a young 25 year old upstart like me joining the most respected name in news worldwide might rub some up the wrong way. My game plan was simple, move in the right direction but slowly, and never appear too fast or eager. I genuinely wasn’t there to steal anyone’s job, certainly not deliberately. “Actually, there’s something we want you to do, wait behind.” The room vacated, everyone doing awkward British nods and smiles at each other as they left to complete their tasks. “We’re impressed, you’re progressing well,” she says, “so we’ve got a small interview we’d like you to do, but it is an important one, and it’s a foreign assignment so it’s a good first job.” “Oh wow, okay,” I pause, “go on.” “Prince Abdul Al-Aziz Al-Hamza is shortly to take over the small island nation of Thazzan,” she starts. “Isn’t that the country which has insanely high oil revenues but doesn’t really look after its people?” “Oh yes,” she says, “we’d like you to go there and interview him. His father’s in his dying days and he’s willing to give one radio interview, specifically radio, we don’t know why, to discuss what’s next for his country.” This was a perfect scoop, I mean, it was going to be boring as hell, but good. By boring as hell, I mean there would be no chance for real questions. Interviews with dictators and their sons always followed the same format and went on the same lines, how thrilled the people are to have them and how many changes they have planned for the country. No-one actually ever takes these kinds of things seriously. “I’m a bit concerned about LGBT rights,” I say, after a few moments of pondering. “They’re inviting you, it’s not going to be a problem, in fact I’ve already checked that,” she replies. “Wait you what?” I ask, rather startled. “You’re our only free reporter, so I was upfront about it,” she replies, calmly, I forget my editor has been doing this for years, “we used to check this kind of thing with reporters in other slightly homophobic countries nearby, it’s standard practice.” “How is that, remotely standard practice?” I ask, blood pressure raised. “Because then there’s a record that we checked that it was fine for you to go as a gay man, actually it protects you from being arrested for debauchery if they were to find out you were while you’re there.” “The last thing I’m going to do is hook up with some guy from a country where it’s so repressed and I can get thrown in jail for it,” I say, almost losing my temper, but, then remembering this is the person in charge of assignments, “but thank you for your concern,” I add, through slightly gritted teeth. “Can you leave this evening? It’s either this evening or an early morning flight I’m afraid. You can leave the office now. We’ve planned around 4 days for you there, there’s a visit to some oil refineries, some oil treatment works, some oil fields, and then the final day is the interview itself,” she says, “did you know the country’s economy is almost entirely dependent on oil?” She asks, with a wry smile. “I could have guessed.” I say. ******************************************** 24 hours later and I wake up my first day in Thazzan. The air conditioning perfect, the hotel nice, the BBC could never afford a really, really nice hotel, especially for an inexperienced reporter like me, but it was comfortable. Certainly more comfortable than most hotels around the M25, although that’s not saying much. My first visit to an oil field was boring, as I guessed all the visits would be. I ended up having a chat with the manager as we were wrapping up. Oil was booming, he was telling me, no he wasn’t concerned about the sudden drop in oil in the coming decades as the country was investing now, yes he was very confident in the new Prince. “He telephones in to our board meetings across the company,” he said, excitedly. “Oh so he is more hands on than most bosses?” I ask. “Oh, absolutely,” he says, “much better than in neighbouring countries. He always dials in and he’s very good at giving direction, after all, the country shares the oil wealth so we have to do it for the benefit of all.” He replies. It’s worth pointing out at this point that corruption indexes but Thazzan at one of the worst in the world for corruption, and the UN has repeatedly said that even though they have all this oil wealth, it is not trickling down to the people. Pleas have been made repeatedly to have the wealth shared more effectively, it’s all gone unheeded. I look up from his desk, sure enough, there was a smiling Prince Al-Hamza, probably embezzling huge amounts of this money for himself, not that the people would ever know. I hated myself for thinking this, in a country of such poor gay rights, but he was hot. The guy was hot. His Excellency, or whatever his formal title was, was hot. He had the kind of manicured facial hair and beautiful dark brown eyes that really turned me on to Arab men. Not one guy so far had really piqued my interest, but the Prince did. “Ah yes, it is his official portrait, we are all very pleased with him,” the manager grinned. I notice the date mark in the plaque next to his smiling image. “2008?” I ask. “Yes, why?” he asks. “That’s ten years ago.” “It is the most recent official portrait, he is twenty there, if something more recent comes, then we all have to change. We used to change them once every six months.” “Oh right, so does he look like that now? I mean, during your teleconferences?” “Oh no, you misunderstand, we never see him, he calls in on the phone.” This struck me as odd. I sat back in my chair and looked at the image of the attractive Prince in full Thazzan flowing white robes of national dress. It also made me wonder why the man had specifically asked for a radio interview with the World Service, any Prince on a good PR job would be after BBC World News on TV, not radio. TV had a better reach and could be used on YouTube, radio, not so much. “Have you ever seen him? Met him? He’s nice?” I ask, digging. “Nope, but he is a very kind man, he cares deeply about the people,” says the manager, “sometimes when oil revenues fall, he will call me personally and discuss.” “So he’s never visited your oil field?” “A Prince is far too busy for something like that, he has many diplomatic things to attend and people to look after, I would not expect him to come visit.” “But it’s your country’s main source of revenue?” I ask. “Of course!” He replies, he’s not going to comment further. I let his last two words hang in the air briefly, most interviewees will almost always talk more when you leave the room quiet, this man, not so. Perfectly trained in PR. The two officials standing near the exit to the office probably didn’t help either, while they were there ostensibly to help me around, they were almost certainly there to make sure all my visits were perfect. With that, I left the facility. ************************************** My final day had arrived, this afternoon I was told I had an hour with the Prince, to ask him what I wanted. He wouldn’t answer any question we hadn’t planned from the news team, but we could at least try. He would give highly scripted answers to complex questions and that would be done. I didn’t know why the BBC was going through with this total farce of an interview, but there we are. I was taken to the royal palace at 1pm. The huge, vast building opened up like an oasis in the desert as we drove nearer. An enormous monolith dedicated to housing the ruling family, it had hundreds of acres of perfectly manicured grounds and guards every few metres. I was shown into a big room, then another big room, and finally another big room. I was sat down at a table with a phone on it. “The Prince will talk shortly.” I was assured by a small man in perfectly fitted attire. I got ready to read through my notes for the upcoming questions, I got out my radio microphone, I worked out the best lines of attack. I thought I’d start out slow and ask about oil revenues, then start asking why the country was still not dealing with its poverty effectively. The phone rang. I looked around, but I was in this empty space alone. I gingerly picked up the receiver. “Hello?” I asked, my voice cracked slightly, I needed to drink more, the country was too hot. “Hello, I believe you have some questions for me,” came a slightly deep, immaculately accented English from the other end of the phone. My mouth went immediately dry. “Your Excellency! I didn’t realise we weren’t doing this in person?” “I am a very busy man. You must understand.” “I do, I do,” I say, biting my tongue, before realising I needed to state the obvious, “how am I supposed to do a radio interview over the phone?” “My people will record it,” he says, assuredly, here’s a man no-one has ever said no to. “I can’t do that,” I say, holding back a frog in my throat, “BBC guidelines, I have to record it myself.” “Why?” “You could tamper with the recording, it has happened.” A deep laugh came from the other end of the receiver. “Surely not?” he asks. “Yes.” I reply. “But you would know if it had been edited, you’ll have done the interview.” “Yes but that isn’t the point.” “Okay so what is your first question?” He asks, pointedly. “No, no, I’m really sorry, I have to insist, I have to interview you in person. There’s no point in me being sent all the way here in order to get audio from a telephone recording, I could do that in London.” “London is a beautiful city,” he said, randomly. “Yes,” I say, slightly caught off guard, “it is.” “I have many houses there, would you like to know how many?” “Yes, actually,” I say. “A few, Knightsbridge and Belgravia, all of my neighbouring royal families have houses in the same areas, you know, it’s a second home for us, so many of us in the Middle East are educated in London or around London, we like the UK.” Whilst this is interesting, I get what he’s trying to do. Distraction techniques don’t work with me. “I can’t do the interview like this. It has to be in person.” There’s a loud sigh let out on the other end. Then, some barking of Arabic at an assistant. “Wait,” he says. More Arabic is exchanged. A second voice enters his room and more Arabic is discussed. They have a slightly politer form of Arabic in Thazzan, clearly, more like Lebanese, softer, not the harsh guttural tones of Saudi Arabia. A new voice joins the line. “Hello, I am chief lawyer and legal officer here at the palace.” “Oh hello,” I say, just a trifle taken aback from this new development in proceedings. “It is highly against protocol to let people meet the Prince himself.” “I know, but it is also highly against protocol to even invite foreign journalists to talk to your officials, so this is a rather new day for you, isn’t it?” I say, smirking slightly at the way I am holding myself, surprising myself, really. A long sigh is let out. “We can let you see him,” he continues, “but you don’t have a camera, do you?” “Well I’ve got my phone.” “Surrender the phone, you need to hand us everything bar the microphone and any notes you may need.” “Okay.” “There’s also a contract you need to sign, what you in the west call a non-disclosure agreement, you do not discuss the Prince’s appearance with anyone, not even your colleagues or direct bosses.” “What?” “It is radio isn’t it?” “Yes.” “Then this is not a problem, the contract should be there now, it’s standard royal protocol to not discuss the Prince’s appearance.” “Why?” I struggled to hold back laughter, this was bizarre protocol. “I cannot comment, sign the form, you will see him.” “Thank you.” I say, to his rather curt previous remark. The perfectly dressed assistant who showed me to the table comes back in, this time a gold tray with a piece of paper is handed over, as well as a fountain pen. “Please sign,” he says, bowing. I read through it, it is literally nothing else other than that I must not discuss his appearance with anyone, no hidden clauses, nothing confusing, just that one stipulation. I shrug and sign, if this is going to give me the high quality audio interview we need, that’ll be it. “Please,” he gestures frantically, “leave this room, turn right, walk to the end of the corridor, it is the last door on the right.” I really didn’t need those instructions as a man had now come to stand next to me, and started walking very closely beside me. He was hot, too. I needed to focus. ******************************************************** The doors clicked open upon my approach, but no-one else was going into the room with me. They swung open and I walked in. The room was markedly cooler than the rest of the palace. To the left, at least twenty floor to ceiling windows looked over a perfectly manicured garden being tended to by a multitude of staff. I walked in, distracted by the windows and what they had to show. There didn’t appear to be anyone in the room, I meandered slowly towards the vast view of the courtyard, and the gardens beyond. “Hello?” I ask. My voice dying in the room as it bounced off the walls and marble floors. Nothing. “Hello?” I say, voice slightly raised. I hear footsteps and two men are now leaving the room behind me, the doors click shut. I frown. I hear heavy footsteps, ones more sounding like a rhino crossing the perfectly varnished, clean, white floor. I see a broad man approaching in a beautiful crisp, white national dress. I say broad, he’s across the room and I can see that he is built like a tank. He continues to walk heavily toward me, each step making a noticeable sound on the floor. This is a man who works out. I see it is the Prince, he has barely changed facially, but there are some noticeable changes. He extends an arm to shake my hand and smiles broadly, at which point I notice his neck is almost thicker than his head. Even under the free-flowing gowns of the Arabian Peninsula, it is obvious that this man works out, all the time. He places his large hand into mine and says the Arabic for welcome, I extend the same courtesy back. As he walks towards me, one leg is being placed purposefully in front of the other, clearly due to huge legs. The arms are stretching at his national dress, and it is by no means small. “It is nicer to see you in person,” he says, “my people were very talkative with your editor, I have heard much about you, you have been in the BBC long?” That perfectly accented English makes me weak at the knees, he has a perfectly manicured beard and immaculate teeth, the deep brown eyes make me melt and that thick neck makes me swoon, I wonder what he’s packing underneath the robes. “A couple of years,” I say, looking solidly at his neck. “You will see I am different to portraits, I am more of a man now,” he smiles. “I can see there have been some changes,” I reply. ***************************************** He turned his back to me, his huge, broad back stretching at the seams of the otherwise flowing robe. He walks off to a couple of extremely comfortable looking chairs at the other side of the room, still near the windows. I’m focusing on how heavy his footfall is with each step, his purposeful gait gives the air of someone who is used to dominating a room. He sits down, the chair creaks under his weight, I pretend not to notice. “I don’t have much time, I’m sure you’ll appreciate I am a busy man,” he says, straight away, rubbing his left hand with his right. “That’s fine, I want about half an hour with you, if that’s okay? Just to clear up all the questions the world media have.” “I completely understand, please, I will answer the best I can.” I look through my notes. “May we begin?” I ask. He nods and smiles. “Oil revenues are increasing, aren’t they, how do you use these to pay for the infrastructure of Thazzan?” “My kingdom is very fortunate to have been blessed with such resources to help us out. We have historically always struggled with our economy, imports and exports. It is just one huge export, but it helps out my country hugely, we are moving into the 21st century.” “Do you think the country could be doing any better?” I ask, trying to look at his arm slyly while he rubs his mouth with his right hand in thinking. “I think we have historically had problems with corruption, from previous administrations before my branch of the family came to power, we had big problems.” “What do you say to people who say that the country still has too many problems, too much poverty, for one which last year was estimated to make a few billion dollars a day in selling oil?” He shifts in his chair, it creaks again, he pushes his head back, his neck looks as though he just flexed it, is he trying to intimidate me? “Of course there will always be these problems, but in a Muslim society, we do the best we can to help those in need, I hope that these problems will continue to be eradicated, any poverty is too much poverty.” He shifts in his chair again, he looks uncomfortable. I think he doesn’t like asking questions from a media which actually searches. This is not the fawning state media he’ll be used to. “What are you doing to promote tourism? I understand you are bidding for worldwide sporting events?” He looks relieved at this question. “We are bidding for the World Cup, and for more sports to take place here, we need to boost our economy further with tourism and to show the correct Arab culture around the world, you know, Arabs are seen as so hospitable, yet everyone just associates us with terror attacks, it is awful.” The chair lets out a larger creak as he shifts again, he takes a deep breath. “In terms of your tourism economy, what -“ “Stop,” he interrupts. I momentarily pause, still looking at my notes, rather taken aback by his interjection. He reaches forward and rips the batteries out of my recorder, his huge arms at work under that national dress make me do a double take. “I am sorry, I am not feeling well, I had a brief illness last week, and I thought I would be okay, but I just need to get some water. This is off the record, illness is something my people would not associate with me.” I’m rather taken aback by the admission here, but pause. It’s highly unusual, but if he wasn’t feeling that well at the beginning of the interview then why did he proceed anyway? I ask him this. “I thought I’d be okay, but…” he lets out a long sigh, I notice the chair is creaking again, surely he can afford better chairs, “pass me some water.” He gestures at an ornate table, about five metres away, it has two huge pitchers of water on it and seven glasses. I walk over and pour some out. Hopefully we can bond over me helping him. I have my back turned to him and I hear another creak, he lets out a low groan. He isn’t going to be unwell is he? I can’t be accused of trying to poison him, can I? Is this a trap? I suddenly realise this man knows I’m gay in a highly homophobic country, is asking me to pour him water and hand him it, he could accuse me of all kinds of things, there are literally no staff in here. I don’t carry poison, but what can they accuse me of? I turn back around to face him, he’s sweating. “Are you okay? Should I get staff?” “No, honestly,” he lets out a huge burp, covering his mouth, swearing under his breath in Arabic, “I need some water.” He shifts back in his chair, then more upright, both times the chair makes the loudest squeaks and creaks yet. I rush back with two glasses of water. He has some beads of sweat forming on his forehead. This has to be real, he can’t be faking it at this point. He gulps down both glasses. His face is red, sweaty. “Can you stay longer? We may have to reschedule, I think,” he says. “Yes of course I can, what -“ I’m interrupted by the sound of ripping fabric. His eyes let out a look of panic, briefly, locking straight on to mine. I have no idea what to say, the pause hangs there immediately after the ripping. He continues to stare at me, rabbit in the headlights, as I notice the seams on his shoulders are giving way, the previous flowing robe now bursting at the seams. We both continue to stare at each other. In the corner of my eye I can see the seams getting wider on his shoulders. “Are you -“ I’m speechless beyond that, I don’t know what to say. I’m standing in front of him in the chair, staring. He continues to stare at me, almost completely vacantly at this point, but still panic-stricken. There’s no more words to be formed, I fantasise about this kind of thing all the time, every day, but is it actually happening? Had I finally gained the ability I had always wanted to have? This is the kind of thing I read about on muscle fantasy forums every night, night after night, after work, one handed typing, as I read hot stories of men growing. But this guy is doing it actually in front of me. This isn’t a wet dream. He lets out a deep breath and burps again, says something else under his breath in Arabic. I, automatically, in my British sentiment, excuse him. He thanks me under his breath. The pregnant pause continues, it’s unbearable, I want to watch him grow but I can’t believe it’s happening. There’s no batteries in my microphone, I can’t take notes. I just continue to look at his face. He continues to take in great gulps of air, a bead of sweat forming at the end of his nose and another trickling down the left side of his face. Finally, both stretches of fabric covering his shoulders give way and tear. At this point I sit down, my burgeoning erection had been going since I realised that this was happening, and that he wasn’t actually unwell. He smirks, gently. “You like this, don’t you?” He says, absent-mindedly rubbing his exposed left shoulder with his right hand. I can’t reply. I am staring. My boxers are wet. “Being trapped in such a small, island nation with only a few hundred thousand people and such bad gay rights, I was thrilled to find out a gay reporter was coming.” My mouth is dry. The chair creaks again, he didn’t shift in it this time. “Imagine how surprised I was to find that the security detail provided to you by my security services included that you were a member of the muscle growth forum?” Rumbled. I feel the colour drain from my face. I really want a glass of water now. “When we got into your account, had a look through, you’ve always dreamed of being the guy who encourages, stays the same while his partner gets bigger,” he continues. “I have to say, when I was handed the report by my special security services, and I came across that section in the online activity chapter, I knew I had found the man for me,” he groans under his breath and throws his head back, closing his eyes while something else rips elsewhere. My mouth is as dry as the desert outside. I struggle to prevent my hands shaking wildly. “I bet you want to know why poverty is so bad in my country, why healthcare is so bad,” he says, opening his eyes, staring at me again, those deep, beautiful eyes. I nod, mouth open, catching flies. “I have always wanted this,” he says, grunting a bit at the ‘this’, “ever since I was a child, I wanted to be bigger and better than everyone, I went to school at a private institution in England, I could never become the rugby player I wanted to be. “I have always felt like the only one in the world, who wanted this, like you do, but for me. But then I realised, I’m coming to power, let’s spend my family wealth on the one thing I want, I can be in charge of the government, let’s change government research and development from medical research to muscle.” The chair underneath him lets out two staccatos of creaking. He groans a bit. “My family makes billions per day, of course I use it for the people, and some offshore, but at least one billion of that goes into this.” He stands up, the robe falls to the floor, I involuntarily make a sound like the slut for muscle I’ve always known I have been. “You are literally looking at the only guy in the world who can grow, and grow on command. I have pills, I popped some before you came in, I take them when I want, they’re not perfect, I rarely go out in public, sometimes the growth takes over, so I rule from my palaces.” I look at the striations of muscle across his body, the tensing and flexing, the beads of sweat dripping down his hairy chest and arms, the only clothing he still has on are his undergarments, sandals and his headwear. He reaches out a hand to me, and pulls me out of the chair, I’m weak at the knees. His hands lead me to put my left hand on his chest, my right on his left arm, he tenses both areas. I feel a wet patch forming. “No-one is allowed to touch me except family, that’s a sackable offence in royal palaces,” he continues, “but you, you have always wanted this, you don’t want to admit it but a multi-billionaire prince who can also grow must also be something you want.” He flexes his left arm, I realise my voice box is involuntarily engaged as I let out a huge, sudden breath, I feel my body tense all over. I came. He looks at my now sticky trousers. “Well, well, well, your profile was not fake.” “I’m so sorry,” I say, shakily, sweating, barely able to get a word out, voice cracking. “Why are you apologising?” I stare, dumbly, I can’t take the situation in. “When you came in I was around 270lbs, I’m around 6’3, at this point I’m usually 100lbs more than that, there’s more to go, yet.” This makes me acknowledge the current situation and regain some ground. “How big do you,” I say, I pause to run my tongue round my mouth, “how big do you go?” “Well I only took a couple, so, erm, 200lbs more? I’ll end up somewhere around 500, it’s not an exact science.” My dick is hard again. Throughout all of this, I have noticed how huge his penis is, but there’s been so much else to take in. “And you’re hard again! Oh this will be fun,” he playfully states. He lowers his under robe, a huge, footlong, and thick as a wrist dick springs out, balls the size of small lemons. “You may touch elsewhere, I have no intention of firing you,” he flashes a shark-like grin. ********************************** I gingerly touch his huge, throbbing cock with my hands, left hand towards the hilt, right hand towards the head. I push the skin back towards the hilt and forth towards me, I start gently jacking him. “I love that you’re into this,” he grunts, “I usually have to get prostitutes, no-one likes a man to be this size.” I try and steady my breath, I want to have a calm conversation and not get too ahead of myself. “This is something I’ve noticed, there’s some sizes that most people just think are too much -“ I start to say. “As if there’s a too much,” he says, before groaning again under his breath. “I couldn’t agree with you more,” I say. I grip his huge dick slightly more with my right hand, keeping the rhythm going, while playing with his enormous balls. “Once I finish I usually start shrinking a bit back to my normal size,” he says, “sometimes it takes a few extra hours to reduce down.” “Your normal size is something I was impressed by,” I reply. “Oh believe me, it can go so much more than that,” he says, smirking, “actually, I’m taking the stuff so often it seems to have a residual effect, my smaller sizes are much larger than they used to be.” He flexes his hairy pecs, I moan and bury my face in them. He lets out a moan of approval. As I rub the left side of my face into his pecs, he raises his left arm and shows me its progress. I groan involuntarily, lean over and start kissing the huge growing bicep and tree trunk arm. He’s even thicker and bigger than he was before. “I like food too much to be a ripped god, but I guess from your messages on your muscle growth profile you like men beefier anyway,” he says, his voice has now definitely dropped an octave. “Size and mass are my thing,” I say, leaning over to kiss his now much enlarged arms. “You’re perfect,” he says. I hear a low rumble come out of his chest as his body expands further. “I must be getting close to the 400lb mark,” he adds. I step back, my hand still working his huge, perfectly cut and girthy footlong. He has expanded. He’s now starting to seriously take up my view of the room behind him, even when I step back. “Oh my god,” i whimper, under my breath. “So you’re enjoying this?” He flashes me a grin with those beautiful, perfect teeth. His eyes catch the light streaming in through the windows. The dark brown gets turned to a slightly reflective brown in the sun. He’s perfect. He lets out a low moan as I run my tongue along my lips. His huge arms envelope my back and he holds me tight to his huge chest. My face is buried in between the crevice of his impossible pecs. His slabs of abs, not super defined, but there, press into my stomach beneath my shirt. He squeezes me harder and I let out an involuntary whine. He gets his big hands under my armpits and lifts me just above the ground so we are eye to eye. “I told you I get bigger,” he says, his eyes looking at his enormous biceps. I can see them actually swelling, now that he’s holding me. Every pump of his heart is leading the muscles to engorge slightly more. In this position, hovering just a foot above the ground, his huge body visibly expanding in front of me, I feel something I didn’t want to feel again this quickly. My dick starts tensing incredibly hard, and before I know it, my cream trousers are once again coated on the inside. He looks at me closely as I groan under my breath. Then he realises. “Again?” He says, his voice even deeper than before. Those perfect teeth make another appearance in between smiling lips. My face flushes and I nod. He puts me down and starts unbuttoning my shirt and undoes my belt as I take off my clothes hurriedly. He gets to my boxers and runs his fingers along the huge wet patch. I’ve always been proud of how much I can cum. He rubs his fingers into it, and takes them to his mouth, and licks gingerly. “You taste good, actually,” he says, hesitantly. I hear him groan slightly under his breath. The traps and his neck now have no definite start or end point. He reaches out his hands and forces off my shoes, boxers and socks. I stand naked, in front of the Prince of Thazzan, he at around 450lbs I must guess by now, just his undergarments on, torn clothes on the floor, sandals and head garment still on. He holds me close to him again, my back clicks slightly as he squeezes me, I whine again. He kicks off his sandals and pushes me to my knees. He bends his huge body down slightly to lower the undergarment to his ankles and slaps his heavy dick across my face. His hands connected to his huge swelling arms wrap around the back of my head and force the dick between my lips. He gets two thirds in and I gag. My jaw is fully relaxed as it’s the only way to ensure I don’t bite any part of it. He pulls my head back and then fully back into his dick. It gets around 9” in. I gag again. I look up at him, eyes watering, his eyes and eyebrows just visible beyond his pec shelf and huge stomach. “I’m going to have to train you,” he growls. I feel my dick start to helplessly tense again. It’s looking up at his huge body that’s doing it. I beg internally for it not to happen as his huge dick tries to explore my mouth further and work further down my throat. I try and pull my head back but it’s useless to try something like that when there’s a 480lbs muscle guy restraining you. I close my eyes as they water, tears streaming down my face as I let out a moan on his dick and I shoot across the marble. I open my eyes and look up at him through the tears, dick still firmly lodged down my throat, my breathing partially constricted on it. He smirks, “you’re passing all my tests.” He grabs me under the armpits again and lifts me up, puts me down on the ground and my feet land in my own sticky mess. Great. He takes two steps back and I can feel every bit through the marble. “It’s solid foundations beneath this, you know,” he boasts, “that’s how heavy I am.” He gets on to the floor, when his hands touch the floor I feel reverberations too. “Pass me a pillow,” he says, I dumbly oblige, standing in my own cum. “Lie down, head on the pillow,” he growls. I get on my front on the cool marble floor as he stands up. Bones and joints click in his body. “On your back. I want to see you when I do this.” I dread what’s coming. He’s a monster. I knew this was going to happen but I’m still not prepared for it in the slightest. He lifts me legs with such effort as he gets on his knees, and the floor shakes, that I feel my ass and body being lifted up, up to my neck. “Oops,” he grunts, “you weigh nothing now.” He sits my feet on his shoulders and look up. I’ve never been more turned on. If I tilt my head left or right he still dominates my view. I feel the pain as my hole is stretched beyond belief. His now 500lb body lowering into me. Every inch feels like six with the added girth and pain. I am paralytic from pain and can’t even scream. My mouth is open but no sound comes out. He lowers his head right up to mine, forcing my legs back into a position I didn’t think possible, but his weight made inevitable. He kisses me on the lips, before moving his mouth to my ear. “This is my biggest, do you like?” he rumbles. He raises himself back up as his dick starts working in and out of my hole. I just want it to be over. He can train me, but the pain is too much. It would take years to adjust to a dick like this. I finally find my breath and let out a yelp of pain. He puts his right hand beside my head, I feel the ground shake, and his left hand covers my mouth entirely. “Shhhh,” he says, “I thought you liked guys my size,” he smiles. He removes his left hand from my mouth and flexes his left arm in front of me. My hands reach out for his arm like a thirsty person reaching for water and I realise both of my hands have no chance of ever being able to reach around his huge tree trunk arms. One hand barely covers a quarter of the circumference. “Do you like guys my size?” He asks, flexing his hulk-like left arm as I reach at it like a pathetic kitten. “Yes,” I moan, in between trying to breathe when not all of the 12 inches are inside. “This is two pills,” he gives me a wide grin, “I’ve got an unlimited supply,” he continues. I moan in approval, my hands now roaming over his impossibly huge, hairy chest and body. “I can grow like this any time I want,” he continues, as I continue to feel his burgeoning form, “any time,” he repeats. His thrusts get stronger, heavier, I feel his dick tensing inside my hole. “If it were up to me I’d be big like this all the time,” he says, I feel my dick starting to tense again involuntarily, I know what’s coming. “I want to be bigger than this, and I can get bigger than this any time I want, I only want to be this kind of size, only you understand,” he lets out a load groan and I feel what’s coming. His dick is pulsing hard deep inside my gut. “I have no limit!” I yell. I feel my hole suddenly flooded with sperm, his orgasms seem to actually be getting stronger. He lets out a deep, masculine roar as he collapses onto me, my legs flexed fully back beside my head. My dick tenses again and pumps out what it can from the very active half an hour it’s had. His orgasms seem to subside slightly before he groans into the pillow again, his full 500lbs of weight is seriously restricting my breathing and I start to panic slightly. I feel his huge strong dick continue to pump and tense inside me before he lets out a slightly higher pitched grunt and he feels less heavy on me. We lie there, breathing heavily.

This story keeps getting better and better as it continues.

It's been a while since I've posted here but Version 0.17 is now out and includes the Kobold's secret page where he posts pictures of himself - you can find it by using the Porn button at the Computer a couple of times. Since the last time there's also been a sex scene for the Smug Kangaroo added and a couple of new enemies: the Mysterious Rogue and Komodo Jock. Play here!

Part 8 Sergey's dream turning to memories of his wife made his glutes undulate like the calm waves at a beach resort to the discomfort of the man under him, emasculated under the weight of his captor, who had no choice but to be pressed by the force exerted. As an American man, in this nearly sleepless night, it triggered a fever dream of when he was in his school days being tackled and piled under three layers of aggressive football players; and dealing with Sergey's glutes - that's pretty much an apt comparison. The contrast was jarring: a man who was reminded he was an alpha athlete, triggered in real life by being effectively made a bitch by another man's unconscious nocturnal turns. But time was merciful to the hapless American prisoner, as Sergey woke up and the destination had drawn near. Unhinging one of the sides of the car wreckage like unwrapping an aluminium baking sheet, Sergey then rolled himself to the other side, bringing both him and his prisoner tumbling down away from the still moving train, all wrapped in the sheeted wreckage like tobacco in a cigarette. Sergey burst out off the metallic cocoon in a blast explosive movement. His prisoner looked up at the tower of a man, his legs spread wide straddling him, arms spread out while his chest swelled from his tiger-like roar. Abandoning the now useless wreckage, Sergey walked down with his prisoner over his shoulders. Entering the area of the homestead, the American prisoner saw in the enclosure's courtyard a wooden post from a tree trunk and it had deep impressions in the shape of feet as big as Sergey's, and another one that featured shallower, smaller imprints. "This rosy-cheeked teen-faced monster has a kid!" The thought of him reproducing terrified him. A a pair of uniformed men approached Sergey. They were supposed to operate secretly as contacts from the MoD and FSB for Sergey's voluntary services. Not many knew Sergey even existed, not even people from the top. Some shadowy middle-ranking officer who was concerned with budget efficiency just happened to find him. Sergey wanted fun, he wanted to cut costs. They talked in Russian following Sergey's steps. "Had fun?" "I had a blast. I think you guys will have a good chance capturing some cities now. Maybe Avdeyevka... Bakhmut, perhaps? Anyways, here are some data you might find useful." Sergey tossed the USB to one of the men. "Wonderful. Oh, by the way, before we leave, we found some more 'toys' for you." An unmarked van was opened. Upside down from behind Sergey's body, the prisoner took a peak. Two American mercenaries. In straitjackets. Blindfolded. After Sergey had taken them on his shoulders, the van left. Soon Sergey found his wife waiting in front of the opened door. She smiled seeing he brought gifts for her viewing.

Sorry for the long wait! Been super busy. Here you go. Thank you for the comments all! - Chapter 18 - family affairs Paul looked at Milos getting out of their car, and he saw the car getting slightly higher once Milos’ hefty weight got off it. The thought of that mass of muscles always made Paul weak in the knees. And his assertiveness, his cocky attitude was a winning cocktail that Paul could just not resist. But he glanced in the passenger seat and saw the massive, built arab looking like he completely filled the car, and could not believe how handsome and sexy he was. And he looked much bigger than Milos. Alex looked angry and muttered to his father “Why do you need to know? Does it matter? You are never home anyway!”. Suddenly the rear door of the car opened and someone got out of it. It was Alex’s mother. “Son, you should be nicer to your father, he had a hard day, and he cares for you. We drove for quite a while so we will all need to go inside and perhaps have a chat. And by the way this is our friend Mo” and she gestured to the big guy in the car. The door opened and slowly the massive mountain of muscle stepped out of the car. As soon as he grabbed the door with his big paw, it was obvious that the guy was enormous. As Paul stared at the beast, he saw the car lifting up for the substantial weight that left it, and he heard a metallic creak which just made the whole scene even hotter if at all possible. As soon as he was out he stood slowly at full height, towering on everyone but even more on Alex’s mother who was next to him. His size was almost as Alex when he was at his full glory. He slowly stepped towards Alex and gave him a good look. “Nice to meet you strong young man, your father told me about you. Nice muscles. Is that your friend?” Nodding towards Paul. Before Alex managed to respond, his mother took over the situation. “Ok stop you boys. Alex and Milos, let’s go inside. Mo, you better sit this meeting out for now. Hang around with your new friend (pointing towards Paul) or you can drive back to base, up to you.” Paul was surprised to see how everyone seemed to obey Alex’s mother like there was no other option, obviously there was something going on there and they were going to have some revelations for Alex perhaps, as Alex looked angry but at the same time curious and startled about the situation. They all stepped in the house, leaving Mo and Paul outside. It was quite warm, Paul was wearing footy shorts and flip flops, showing off his beefy legs, and he had a revealing tank, his body was definitely impressive although next to Mo he felt pretty small…and he didn’t know what to say to the hulk that was slowly walking towards him with a cheeky smile on his face. Paul was hesitant but muttered a nervous “Well, mate, you look pretty damn massive, you must be a pro bodybuilder or something?” Mo was looking at Paul and checking him out. “Well I love to train and get fucking strong, I bet you do the same, you got a killer body there. Man I am quite tired, don’t think I feel like driving back. How about I crash down at your place? If you don’t mind, I’ll be quiet and I’m happy with a sofa. Just taking my shoes off sounds like a dream, my big feet are very sore” Paul already looked at the size of Mo’s shoes and could only dream of those massive feet. He wanted to see. He needed to see. And the body. That body without that suit. What kind of incredible hard mass of muscles. He was excited, confused and a bit worried, but the sexual excitement was vastly winning. Mo seemed very relaxed and looked genuinely tired, so there was little hesitation. “Sure, well, come in, I have a sofa and I am alone this week, my parents are camping in the bush” They walked in and Mo’s weight made the floorboards creak heavily, making Paul even more excited. “Nice place,man really cosy. Do you mind if I take my shoes off?” said Mo, while taking his jacket off and revealing a shirt that was skintight, and detailing a massive outline of a mix between an offseason bodybuilder and a powerful linebacker. Paul almost gasped at the sight. “Ough…ooof course man, can I get you a beer or something?” “Oh I would rather have a glass of milk or a protein shake” Paul looked at the giant taking off his shoes, and went into the kitchen looking back a few times. Mo wasn’t looking and Paul had a very good perv at him while he was taking his socks off and revealing those hulking manly thick feet. “Sure I will make two shakes, get yourself comfortable” From the kitchen Paul peeked, not able to resist - he saw the size of his bare feet and he felt a jolt in his balls. The massive man, standing barefoot, started unbuttoning his shirt at his wrists and chest. He rolled up his sleeves and turned around facing Paul and getting towards the kitchen. As soon as Mo looked back, Paul nervously looked away, being caught perving. Mo looked tall, even barefoot, with his muscles now clearly outlined and exposed through the shirt. Paul could not hold back “fuck man you are massive, your arms are huge, and your legs…and feet. Fuuck.” Mo chuckled. “I get that a lot, thanks for having me here”, without giving Paul much attention he looked at the collection of protein powders and supplements in the kitchen, while Paul was nervously making the protein shakes. Paul wasn’t sure about what was going on the big guy’s head but he was hoping to get close to him, to his muscles, he was in awe. Mo grabbed the protein shake and lifted it up, gulping it down in a few massive sips. Paul saw the incredible size of the arm while he was downing the shake like it was his last meal. Paul was mesmerised “Wow man, your arms, I see you have elastic fabric for your shirt otherwise you would destroy it!” “Yeah that’s true man, this stuff is great “ as he flexed in a most muscular, looking at his own arms and the ridiculous massive peaked biceps. Looking satisfied from the shake, he muttered “Nice one mate, feeling much better. Now, can I take a shower, do you mind?” Mo started stripping off his shirt, looking at Paul. He slowly revealed his massive pectorals, big nipples, hairy chest and chiseled abs, struggling to get the shirt off and popping out his massive boulder shoulders from it. Last but not least his massive arms were visible in full glory. Paul thought he couldn’t possibly comment again on those incredible muscles and tried to keep that smooth “Sure I’ll give you a towel” Mo was noticing how Paul was into his muscles and felt a rush of muscle lust like an electric bolt of energy. He turned around and casually flexed his torso and arms, walking back to the lounge, where he slowly took off his pants. Paul’s dick was growing, and there was no stopping it. To see Mo’s chest and back was too much to handle. And to then see those humongous legs come to life in all their arab hairy glory was a total killer. Not to mention the huge calves.By then Paul’s cock was leaking hard. Mo turned towards Paul naked, except for his tight briefs. The look of the gargantuan arab giant was overwhelming, He looked solid like steel and sexy in a way that was making Paul weak at the knees. Then, Paul looked down and he saw the most massive bulge in Mo’s briefs. The outline of his balls and massive cock was so prominent that Paul felt the beginning of an orgasm build up. Shocked and without being able to not look at the python, he handed the towel to Mo nervously “Oh ehm. Here’s your towel, mate…” Mo took the towel and threw it on the sofa, looking at Paul with a casual yet interested look, focusing on his chest. “Paul, how about you take your top off and show me those pecs, they look pretty damn good.” Paul was now super nervous but also uber excited. He obliged in silence. He was in a very good shape, his chest was great and his pecs well defined and beefy. His footy shorts were now unable to hide the massive hardon he built up. Mo looked and nodded “Yeah, not bad mate, nice muscles” as he grabbed and felt Paul’s triceps and biceps. “Flex” Paul nervously did a double bicep feeling stupid doing that in front of a much bigger man. But it was a nice, friendly guy, and also arab, handsome, and also built as a fucking gorilla. Mo turned towards the big mirror in the lounge and flexed next to Paul “Arent’ we strong hey mate what do you think” Paul’s erection was now painful and a blob of precum stained visibly his grey shorts. Mo noticed. Looking at Paul intensely, he grabbed him with his massive paw and reassuringly mentioned “You like muscle, strength. I am a lot stronger than you think and you love that, I can see from your hardon. I think I should put you at ease and let my python grow too, I just need a little help. “ and he gently grabbed Paul’s hands and guided them to his huge pectorals, grabbing the juicy nipples. Paul grabbed them and felt the hardness of the muscles, and started playing with them and pulling them. In seconds Mo’s bulge grew. A lot. The massive snake uncoiled and sprung to life, tenting his briefs in a way that Paul has never seen before. Paul stared with his mouth open at the huge pole tenting up, threatening to rip the briefs to shreds. Mo grabbed his briefs with his massive hands and effortlessly pulled outwards, slowly shredding and ripping them apart. The anaconda sprung out, finally free, with a massive head oozing precum. As Paul dropped his shorts and briefs, letting his cock out, fell to his knees and felt his orgasm was building up like crazy, he abandoned himself and succumbed to Mo’s superior godly insane sexyness. He went for the kill and engulfed the apple-sized head with his mouth, tasting the juices and trying to take at least some of that huge pole in his throat. Paul’s hands were definitely big and manly, yet they were unable to completely grasp the pole, his fingers weren’t touching around it. That was a first. Mo’s pole was almost a full mast, after a few minutes of pleasure he grabbed Paul by his armpits and lifted him like a doll. Up and up, until his dick was close enough and then Mo sucked it hard. Paul grabbed Mo’s arms as he was lifted, and feeling the concrete slabs that were his triceps with all the veins and the hair, he could not hold it. He sprayed a full load into Mo’s mouth, who sucked him well dry. Mo let Paul go and he stumbled, almost falling for his exhaustion and thrill. Then went back to Mo’s cock, still super hard, and started pumping it, facing it directly and admiring the size and hardness of the head. Mo knew very well that his pole was about to shoot up explosively and that possibly meant smashing Paul’s skull instantly, although he found that extremely hot he was not there to kill his new friend. Then he had an idea. He pulled away Paul “Hey go in your kitchen and get a sturdy wooden slab, those ones you use to cut meat and stuff. Paul was confused but obliged. Mo grabbed the slab and positioned it right in front of his cock, as if he was going to smash through with it thought Paul? That seemed weird and insane. But in his mind he thought of the way that Alex cock was shooting up a bit, perhaps they shared the same peculiarity? “Trust me this is going to be fun, keep pumping my cock and then switch and pull my nipples really hard” Paul pumped his cock, watching the precum ooze, and then pulled hard the nipples of the huge man. Mo shuddered a little and then suddenly he felt a jolt, and his cock shot up in size and hardness, instantly, shattering the wooden slab and spraying around wooden shards around them. Mo was grunting like a gorilla “Yea, fuck yeah, unstoppable!”he grabbed firmly the remains of the slab in his hands and crushed them like they were paper, showing off his herculean strength. Paul was already aroused again and to see that in front of his eyes was incredible, he felt a second orgasm mount and he grabbed the elongated and even thicker cock, feeling its steel hardness. And Paul came again. “Now we both need a shower” Mo grabbed his pal and they both showered together, lathering their muscles and feeling each other's bodies. They dried up and Paul said “so you on the sofa, right? See you tomorrow” and Mo smiled, bearhugged Paul and they both went in Paul’s bedroom. Mo deep-kissed Paul and they went to bed, which creaked under Mo’s weight, explored each other and stayed hard most of the night… In the meanwhile at Alex’s, his mother was sitting at the table, with Milos and Alex ready for the talk. “Alex, you are a big man now so there are a few things we need to talk about. Let’s say we need to talk business, and my business is my life. But most importantly, and without too much chatting, let’s get to the point. I’m not your real mother. Let me explain what Milos and I exactly do. I think you might find it interesting.” TO BE CONTINUED

Hope you enjoy the start of a new story! Food of the Gods Part One “Vince!!” From across the bar, Mason shouted at the top of his lungs. Mason was sitting at a table in the corner, looking fairly content, if not almost jubilant, with a greasy hamburger, fries, and a half a beer in front of him. Taking off his black woollen hat, Vince crossed over to his table, not making eye contact with the bartender and servers who definitely wanted him drinking if he was taking up space. “Just the fella I wanted to see!” Vince extended his hand to Mason, but his friend grunted slightly and then hungrily picked up the hamburger instead of shaking Vince’s hand, and took a huge bite. “You texted me, Mason. You told me I had to meet you here..” “Sit down. Sit down. Want a beer?” Mason took another bite, practically forcing half of the burger into his mouth. “No thanks. Too many carbs. I’m good.” “It’s on me. Get a beer. Maybe you want a whiskey?” “Beer would be great.” As Vince loosened the scarf his mother had knitted him last year for Christmas, Mason waved his hand at the server and forcefully pointed to his beer. Vince imagined how much the server must loathe Mason’s non-verbal bar communication signalling he wanted another round. Mason was in the bar most nights, so Vince was sure the staff must be used to his demeanour, but it didn’t make it any less off putting. Once he had gotten the servers attention, Mason threw a handful of fries into his mouth and then looked Vince in the eyes. “Rumour on the street is that for the past four months you’ve been selling that legendary cock of yours for $50.00 blowjobs.” Mason always was a straight shooter. “Yeah, well, desperate times. Since I was cut loose due to cutbacks, I’ve been struggling a bit. Need to use what I got.” Vince wasn’t ashamed of what he had to do to make some money. He was just surprised the news had spread all over town so quickly, especially since he drove 40 miles into Wichita to hustle his ass. In the last two weeks, he had gone further than receiving blowjobs from patrons and had been fucking three to four different men or women a night. “Understandable. That’s why I thought of you when this fell into my lap the other day. Do you…”. Mason grew quiet as the Server came over to the table and deposited Vince’s beer. He didn’t speak again until he was far enough away. “Do you know what this is?” Mason dug into his pocket and removed a plastic bag which he held up for Vince. Inside was a handful of what Vince could only guess was dried corn. “Got me. Chicken feed? And if this is about raising turkeys again to sell for Christmas, I’m out. I still have scars on my hands and wrists from last time.” “We’re not going back to the turkey biz, Vince. This is going to be bigger. Much much bigger. What do you know about Professor Regwood?” “Who?” Vince took a sip of his beer as Mason hungrily finished off the last of his fries. “This was before your parents moved you here. I think he came to Tander around 1980… 1981.” Vince hated when Mason talked with his mouth full, but he couldn’t deny that his friend was a great storyteller. Sure, most of the things he came up with were bullshit… but it was always entertaining. “Apparently he’d been a chemistry professor or researcher… kind of like you…” “I am a chemistry researcher. The lab let me off like every other place in this area. If my mother wasn’t so sick, I’d move somewhere else and I’d be working again.” Vince didn’t know why he was defending himself to Mason. He didn’t know why their relationship was always competitive, but it was. “I’m not arguing with you, Vince. It’s the main reason I told you to meet me here. I’m just giving you some background. Professor Regwood was exactly that. A professor. He taught at University of California or Nevada before being thrown out for ‘unethical practices;’ whatever that means. I've done some research online and all mentions of him working at any university have been wiped clean, so I’m guessing whatever it was was pretty extreme.” Mason paused for a moment to close his eyes and probably gather his thoughts. Like an uncontrolled creature, his hand reached out for more fries, but the basket was empty. Upset, he flipped it over and grabbed for his beer. “He moved here without his wife or son. That’s still a mystery. I never even heard of them till about 5 years ago… long after Regwood was dead. I’ve discovered evidence of them both leaving California with him, but never arriving here to Kansas. I reached out to some relatives, but none of them were very close with her and had no clue or cared about her whereabouts “ “You ever think about joining the force or the FBI? You’re pretty good at this research shit.” Vince took another mouthful of beer and wished Mason hadn’t eaten all of his fries. He was starving and couldn’t afford to buy some of his own. “Unfortunately I was never fit like you are. They wouldn’t take me. Anyway… local legend…” “Local legend?” “Local legend has Regwood moving here to do research on something called Herkalor IV.” “How the hell you know all this?” “My grandfather, you remember him, he was chief of police. You know that. He used to tell me stories just before he died. Can I continue?” “Go on.” “This Herkalor IV was some alkaloid that would help create an extendable food source.” “A what?” “Damn! For being so friggin smart, you’re thick! It would grow livestock bigger. Bigger cows… bigger chickens… bigger pigs…” “I get it.” “Apparently, the initial testing was done on six chickens. My grandfather interviewed Mr Skinner who supposedly worked for Regwood with the feeding and care of them. He confirmed the stories. He said the chickens grew to about six times their original size and were totally healthy. Unfortunately for Regwood, he had to terminate the experiment because the chickens started turning against them both; acting violent… attacking both him and Redwood. Of course, this was before the wasps and rats got at the feed mixed with Herkalor IV.” “Come on. This is bullshit.” “I’m telling you what I’ve been told. Everyone who lived through this is pretty much dead, but if they weren’t, they’d tell you it was 50 wasps and 20 rats that grew and began to attack residents. That I call bullshit. My grandfather said it was something like 2 wasps and 5 rats that were easily handled with rounds of bullets. He said that in all likelihood, they were only beginning to grow and who knows what the hell might have happened if they had been allowed to continue.” “Regwood was found dead at his house. Autopsy showed it to have been from anaphylactic shock. Killed by multiple bee stings on his hands and face. My grandfather guessed they were caused by some giant bee, but none were discovered. He did say that he did wonder if what Regwood had been working on caused the sudden emergence of killer bees in the US. Who knows.” Mason pointed to the server for another round for both of them. “Skinner pointed my grandfather to the chicken feed, and it was taken in as evidence. Evidence that was never used, but the bags of it remained in large air proof totes in police holding until recent flooding hit the basement.” The story paused while the server delivered the beers and waited for payment from Mason. Smart kid, Vince thought. Wonder how many times Mason got drunk in here with no funds available to him. “Alan, you know my Alan, he came in early to work at the station three Monday’s ago to find the basement under 4 feet of water. Paperwork and boxes that should have been destroyed 20 years ago were now floating around and causing havoc. It took 3 weeks for the cleanup to be completed, and eventually they delivered to me, at the dump, 25 cartons of moldy ass paperwork and two totes filled with feed to incinerate.” Mason grinned at Vince. “And?” “Two totes filled with seed!” “What? You’re thinking this feed is the same shit that made the chickens grow.” “I know it is.” “Prove it,” “Thought you’d say that.” Mason pulled himself up from the chair he was sitting in, shocking Vince for the first time since he sat down. From when they had been kids and through their teenage years, Mason had always been shorter and pudgier than the 6’3 Vince. Vince guessed that Mason stood about 5’6… maybe 5’7 on a good day. He had always made up for his lack of height with a round belly and a quick, if not sometimes, cruel mind. Now though, as he stood for Vince with a shit eating grin, it was obvious that all of that had changed. Mason was still overweight, but he now towered above the sitting Vince at around 6’2. “Holy fuck!” “Gained this from a handful.” Mason sat back down in the chair and leaned into Vince. “Shit makes everything grow, if you get my meaning!” “You're lucky it didn’t kill you.” “Sometimes you need to take risks. This one was worth it. I’m slightly over 6’2 now and my 5 inch cock grew to nearly 8 inches when hard.” “Fuck.” “Took it last night. The growth stopped around 10 this morning.” Looking at Mason now, it was obvious to Vince that Mason was indeed much bigger than the last time he had seen him, which had been about a week ago. It wasn’t that he had simply grown taller. Mason's entire body had… Vince searched for the word he was thinking… magnified. Everything was bigger… including his sizable stomach. “Damn! You’re nearly taller than me now.” “Yeah. If my cock grew anymore, I could start selling myself like you… but I have a better idea. That’s where you come in.” Mason leaned in closer still till Vince could smell the beer and burger on his hot breath. “I want you to use that chemistry brain of yours and find out what exactly Herkalor IV is. How does it work? How does it make shit grow? How can we remake it and use it to our advantage?” “You said you have two totes. Sell it to the highest bidder. You could make a mint.” “I can’t. It’s stolen property. I was supposed to incinerate it. Remember? I can’t just go around selling laced chicken feed.” “True.” “But, if you could figure it out… you could remake it… and we can sell it.” Mason’s eyes gleamed as he talked about money. “It’s not that easy…” “You must really love selling ass if you aren’t interested in this.” “I don’t love selling ass…” “Then take the corn and let me know how it works. How long do you think it will take?” “To recreate it? I have no clue.” “Isn’t that what you used to do?” “Kind of. Finding out the chemical properties of different vaccines or drugs and re-engineering them to make off-label brands is a little different from what you want. Besides… I don’t have the things I need…” “I thought you’d say that.” From Mason’s coat pocket he pulled a thick white envelope. Putting it on the table, he slid it over to Vince. “Open it.” Vince did as he was told. Inside were about 40 100 dollar bills. “That should get you started. There’s more where that came from. This…” Mason pulled a second envelope out of his pocket. “This is for you. To help tide you over. Another 3,000 dollars.” Vince badly wanted to grab the other envelope and shove it in his jeans pocket, but he stopped himself. “Maybe you should just burn the feed. Like you said, it's dangerous. What if more rats ate it?” “You don’t need to worry. I’ve got it safely contained where nothing can get at it.” Mason leaned on the table as best as he could. “You really surprised me, Vince. I thought you’d be jumping at this chance. Don’t you want to be rich? Don’t you want to help your mother out? Make her comfortable in what could be her last days?” “Of course I do.” “Don’t you want it to be like it was when you were Captain of the football team back in highschool. Fuck!! Those were the days! You were the fucking golden boy. You had pussy falling at your feet, was on that float in the Thanksgiving parade, and even got your face on the front of the paper. You had everything. I thought you were gonna be a huge star… take the world by storm. But, let’s be honest, you wasted it. You were just a tall kid with a big cock and a great body. You didn’t know what you were doing and didn’t have anyone to guide you… direct you. Imagine if you had all of that back again. You're smarter now… college graduate… better head on your shoulders. You could have all of it… and more. Lots more. Imagine the money you could be making.” “Say I did do it. How would we split it?” “60/40. You take the bigger percentage. You did all the work. I just found the shit.” “You’d give me 60 percent?” “Sure. 40 percent of a couple of million would be enough for me.” Vince knew that there had to be a catch, but the money sitting on the table was calling to him. “Look, Vince. I know you owe three months on rent and they’re threatening to evict you. You have no food in the house, and your mother’s fighting cancer in the hospital. Let me help you by making you help yourself. Find out how the Herkalor IV works… how you can remake it… and let me take it from there. By this time next year… we might be rolling in dough.” “I don’t know.” “What have you got to lose? I mean… let’s be honest, Vince, your life is shit. You're thirty seconds away from either living on the street or moving back in with your mother, which at your age is pathetic. You don’t have a girlfriend or a boyfriend or anyone in your life. I mean… come on… even I have a guy and a girl I fuck regularly!! You’ve been out of work for 8 months and can’t get a job bagging groceries. It’s either this or just put yourself out of your misery. You know what I mean? “I know what you mean.” “This is your chance to get what you had back… possibly even more. Your final chance to hold your head up… way up!” Masons fingers played with the empty fries basket. Looking down at them, Vince could see how much larger they were… thicker… chubby but stronger looking. If Mason decided to punch someone now with that fist… he’d do some serious damage. “I should be able to order the stuff I need tonight… get it delivered tomorrow. It’ll take me a little while to synthesize it.” “We need to be quick, Vince. We need to strike as soon as we can.” “How are you going to explain your new size?” “I’m not. It is what it is. It’s not like I’m fucking King Kong or something! Besides, at this height and size, who’s going to question me? “I’ll need to deposit that money… pay my landlady…” “Have what you need delivered to my cousin Kenny’s place.” “Why there?” “He’s in rehab so the place is empty. Besides… he has a barn which will be the perfect place to set up.” To sweeten the deal, Mason slid the fat envelope closer to Vince. “This will solve a lot of your problems… and there will be a shit load more where this came from. I promise. Is it a deal?” Vince looked from the envelope to Mason. Finally, need won over fear and he grabbed it and put it in his jacket pocket. “Smart boy.” “I still think it’s crazy… but… who knows. I thought the internet was a crazy idea!” “Go deposit that before it’s too late and order what you’ll need. I want you starting on this by tomorrow night. You can stay with me at Kenny’s. Bring anything you think you’ll need. And don’t tell anyone what we’re doing. It needs to be a surprise.” “Alright.” Vince chugged the rest of his beer, put on his hat, and stood up from his chair. As he turned to leave, Mason stopped him. “Be at Kenny’s tomorrow. Early.” Mason watched Vince exit the bar much faster than he had come in. As he took a sip of his beer, he winced as he felt his feet grow slightly thicker in his recently purchased sneakers. He had thought the growth had stopped this morning, but it had begun to rear its ugly head again about 15 minutes ago. All during the conversation with Vince, he could feel himself growing slightly larger. He could feel it in the tightness of his clothing, how much smaller the chair was feeling, and how his stomach moved closer and closer to the table. He guessed that when he had left the house that morning he had been around 6’2 and now he guessed that he was closer to Vince’s height of 6’3. The chemical that made him grow was no doubt leaving his body, and these small growth spurts were probably the last of it. Maybe he’d grow an inch more. He didn’t mind the thought of that at all. Looking over at the server, Mason waved him over to his table. “I’d like another burger. A double. With fries. And bacon. I’ll get another beer as well… and whatever you’re drinking.” Mason paid his bill and watched the server walk away, feeling how much more room his cock and balls took up in his briefs. He was proud to be sporting, what he could only guess without seeing, was now over 8 inches. It felt good being this big. He was really enjoying it. Walking in the parking lot to go pick up some new clothes at Walmart, Mason had taken in how people watched him maneuver his much larger body. He had been lucky that at home he had sweatpants and a sweatshirt that were large enough to fit him, but he hadn’t been so lucky with underwear. As he walked commando around the store, picking up clothes that would fit, he found himself getting hard as he noticed more people glancing his way with admiration. Yeah. Being big was a powerful feeling that, now he had it, he never wanted to lose. He had to pee. Leaving his new jacket on the chair, Mason stood up Looking around at the bar from his new height, Mason thought to himself how different the bar and the patrons looked from this perspective. Much more… insignificant. Walking to the bathroom, Mason noticed that his new jeans had already started to rise up slightly revealing his socks, and when he reached the narrow hallway, Mason found that he had to maneuver himself differently to get through the narrow door and into the bathroom.. Pulling out his 5 inch soft cock caused Mason to chuckle. He was seriously growing down there. He was now as big soft as he had been hard. Wait till he hooked up with Alan. He was sure that he wouldn’t be able to get enough of his now much longer and fatter cock… not to mention the rest of his body. Sure, the Herkalor IV had also grown his fat, making him over 120 lbs heavier than he had been yesterday, but he could deal with that. In fact, he actually liked his bulk in this new body. It made him seem even bigger than he was… more imposing. After relieving himself, Mason stood at the urinal and watched as his cock began to harden. He was in awe as he watched it plump up thicker and longer. When fully erect, it now had to stand at a whopping 9 inches long and 4 inches thick. Fuck! He was nearly bigger than Vince was and he knew that boy was packing a serious 10 incher. His balls had also doubled in size and now hung lower and larger in his sack. As he stroked himself, Mason commended himself on his own brilliance. At first, he had wanted to try the formula on a mouse to make sure that it worked and that it wouldn’t kill him, but paranoia drove him to take a handful himself. He was so concerned that the police might be checking out his place for the feed that he took it over to his cousin Kenny’s and hid it in the safe in his basement. There was no way anyone was going to come and take his new size and his new revenue away from him. The feed falling into his lap was like a gift from god… and it was a gift he was going to use to its fullest. Mason grunted as his cock suddenly swelled thicker in his hand. As his feet grew even more crowded in his sneakers, he felt both his torso grow longer and his stomach fatter. His t-shirt rode up over the bottom part of his belly just as a roll came pouring out, revealing his belly button. With both hands, he pulled it down to cover his bulk, but it refused to stay, continually riding up. As his cock flexed and proceeded to grow slightly longer, Mason groaned. The Herkalor IV had to nearly be out of his system. It had been nearly 24 hours since he ate, and he hadn’t even ingested that much. His shoulders broadened as his cock proceeded to near the 10 inch mark. 10 inches!! All of his life he used to imagine what he would do if he was built like Vince and had 10 inches of cock… and now he nearly had it. He most certainly would have it, if not more, by the end of the day! He might just end up packing 11 inches of cock by the time this was over. Alan was a real size queen at heart, and even though he let Mason fuck him, he was always remarking about how huge his ex husband had been. Yeah. He couldn’t wait to surprise him with this piece of meat. Another guy entered the bathroom and Mason found himself quickly trying to do up his pants, not realizing how difficult that was going to be with his cock so huge and so hard. Chuckling to himself, he turned so that the new patron in the toilet could see all of him. The stranger's eyes grew wide as his 10 inches came into view. “Sometimes it sucks being this huge… but what the fuck can you do? Interested in having a go on it?” The guy turned red and went into the available stall. “Guess not.” Laughing, he did up his zipper the best that he could, and pulled down his shirt to cover the immense bulge. He then opened the door without washing his hands and walked back to his table where his food was waiting for him. Hell yeah! He was starving and needed to eat before he headed over to his cousins. The guy from the bathroom walked out and joined his friends who all proceeded to look over in his directions. Lifting his beer, Mason looked back and toasted them. Hell yeah!! This was the best thing that had ever happened to him. He was like a kid on Christmas Day!! As he ate, Mason thought about the money that would be pouring in once Vince could remake the formula. Maybe even improve on it! It had been around 4 am, as he was growing, that Mason had come up with his money making scheme involving Vince. Vince had never been the brightest bulb, and Mason knew that his vanity, his longing to be relevant again, and his money situation would have him take part in his scheme. He knew Vince wouldn’t be able to resist the $3,000, but Mason had stashed another $2,000 in another pocket just in case he had to use it. Now Mason had him exactly where he wanted him. Vince would reproduce the formula for him and if Mason felt generous enough, he’d give him 10 percent. Like he told Vince, businesses would pay big bucks for the formula… but so would some people who would do anything for power. He could imagine some politicians, some film stars, some guys in the mafia paying major bank to grow taller! Also, looking on the internet, Mason found a whole community of people who’d also pay to watch someone grow. He could pay some guy to take the formula and then put him on Only Fans. Maybe have a whole stable of giant guys and girls. He could pimp them out at a million a go! Oh yeah. Soon… very soon… he was going to have enough money to do whatever he wanted. Let the world deal with a giant problem. He’d laugh as he lived in a villa somewhere far away! Mason caught himself loudly grunting and nearly spit out the piece of burger he was chewing on as he felt himself shoot larger. Fuck!!! That was the strongest pull since late last night! It had really caught him unaware. When another hit him quickly after the first, Mason was reminded of standing in his living room and just jerking off as he grew bigger. Fuck!! Suddenly his world was spinning and he was feeling confined in the much tinier chair. He wanted to finish his food, but a third pull had other plans for him, forcefully grabbing him from what felt like the pit of his soul. Arching his back, Mason growled, attracting the glances of the people around him. As his clothes grew tighter, his arm shot out, knocking the glass of beer and plate of food on the floor. Everyone was watching, but there was nothing he could do. He couldn't control his own body. His mouth was wide open and he was grunting and groaning like he was having a fit. He tried to force his body to be still, but the pull was too powerful. Everyone was silently staring as his bulk exploded with serious mass. When it finally ended, much to the relief of himself and all the bar patrons, Mason was shocked by how much heavier he felt, even sitting down. Starting to stand, his ass and thighs got stuck on the arms of the chair, and Mason found himself pulling it off of his body. With a forceful tug, it shot out from under him and flipped onto its back. His T-shirt rose up over his belly button giving the entire bar a peak of his now sizeable stomach. He tried to pull it down, but there was no way possible that he ever could. He had grown way too big for it, and it was pulling taught across his shoulders and his chest which now looked more like tits. Mason laughed as he looked at all of the people staring at him. His cock was hard again and with the button blown off of his jeans, the head was now rising up against his stomach. Seeing it caused his smile to grow wider. It was definitely bigger than Vince’s now, standing proud and thick at nearly 11 inches! “Umm… Mason…”. The server was standing next to him and trying to get his attention. Looking to his right, Mason needed to look down to stare him in the eyes. Hadn’t the server been the same height just an hour ago? Now he was at least two inches shorter, putting Mason at 6’4. Fuck!!! 6’4! He was pretty much bigger than everyone in the fuckin bar!! “What?” Mason grinned as the server took a step back. “You.., you need to go. You’ve had enough.” “I’ll let you know when I've had enough, and I’ve only just started. Get me another…”. Mason's stomach gurgled as it swelled larger while his shoulders spread wider, tearing a seam under his arms. His cock rose up higher, forcing his zipper to open up further, revealing more shaft and pubic hair. “Look, Mason. Don’t make me call the cops. You… you can come back tomorrow.” The cops. No. As soon as they saw him they’d know. It was bad enough if someone talked about what had gone on at the bar. Fuck!! He was stupid. “Pick up my jacket.” The server quickly did as Mason told him. When he had the jacket In his hand, Mason patted the server on the head, turned and left. Walking to his car, Mason had never felt bigger or heavier. He guessed he weighed over 350 lbs now. It wasn’t just that he was taller and fatter. No. Looking at himself in a store window… he realized that he actually took up so much more space than ever before. It was like… well… like he was now two people in one! Was it possible that even his head was larger? Fitting himself in his car was difficult now that there was so much more of him to fit in the front seat. Sitting caused his zipper to pull down completely, and his 11 inch cock flopped out along with two XL egg sized testicles. His cock was no doubt the best part of growing bigger. His cock was now bigger than 98 percent of the male population in the world, and Mason was definitely proud of that. He couldn’t wait to fuck Alan with it. And with his extra mass… there would be much more force behind his pumping. A lot more. Mason definitely felt stronger than he ever had. He never before could use his muscles to get out of anything, always having to rely on his brain and his cruelty to do that for him. He was feared by many people… but due to the variety of ways he could harm them… but none would ever have been physically. Now, he felt that if he got into a fight he could totally hold his own. Probably even win. When he got to his cousin’s farm, he would have to test out his strength and see how it was. Looking up, Mason pulled his arm back and proceeded to forcefully punch the roof of the car causing a fist size dent to erupt in his hands place. Oh yeah. He was much stronger than ever before. Much. Mason started the car and pulled out into the street. His cock was still hard, and he jerked it slowly as he drove. His mind was playing out the next couple of weeks, and he couldn’t wait till the money started to pour in. Pulling onto another street, Mason began to whistle. He was practically euphoric. For a brief second, he wondered if it was the drug in his system causing him to feel on top of the world. He felt powerful… strong… and ready to take on anything. He was definitely horny, but he would have to wait till tomorrow to go to Alan’s. His hand would just have to do. Singing a song he made up, Mason drove down the road. Paying attention more to the road and his own cock, he didn’t notice when the back of his T-shirt split, nor the seam in his right arm pit. Even with his hand on his cock, he didn’t notice how it had begun to force his grip further apart as it moved in length ever closer to twelve inches. No. Mason wouldn’t take the changes in until he was at his cousin’s house and in the bathroom, admiring himself in the mirror. Fuck, he thought. I have to be… like… 6’5! Hell yeah!!! Tall… big… and with a cock that would split anyone in two!!! I’ll need to tell Vince to get me some new clothes. Doubt he’ll be able to buy them in Walmart. Might need to go to the Big and Tall!!! Mason lifted his arm and flexed. A sizable peak rose up as he did. As he felt it with his hand, his cock hardened. Watching his new anaconda rise up had Mason drooling. It was soooo long… sooo thick! It had more than doubled in size in 24 hours Mason grinned as he began to stroke his cock while watching himself in the mirror and admiring his massive bulk.. When he came, he thought he felt himself grow slightly larger, but as he cleaned himself and the floor and the mirror off, he thought he had only imagined it. He was exhausted. Walking into the living room, he took off the rest of his clothes, lay down on the couch, and shut the lights off. He only wanted to rest his eyes for 10 to 15 minutes; needed to rest them. But, his cock had other plans. In seconds it was hard again… achingly hard… and leaking onto his stomach. In the dark, with a grin. he grabbed it with both hands and slowly began to stroke it.

Yo! Welcome to The Curse of Something - a very special text-adventure/rpg game about large furry men and growin' huge! Maybe some of you remember SuperWaffle's game that he shared here years ago? Well this has been partially inspired by that, so hopefully it's something some people here are interested in. There's also a decent amount of weight gain content, but it's mostly avoidable if that's not your thing. Live the life of someone afflicted with a curse that makes you ultra buff. You can go out into the woods and fight monsters, or talk to them and try to make friends - or fuck them. Just come here to play: https://mcrugermasta.itch.io/the-curse-of-something

Fantastic work Gary.I love that you are doing this for some stories

Not like the whole chapter…i wish. Just the one-handed choke scene with the blinking. And you’re right about Ritchson, he’s a walking advertisement for TRT.

Hi all - apologies for the huge delay. Have had some personal issues I've been dealing with. Hoping to get back to writing soon-ish and will continue asap.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 1: Move-in day your freshman year of college is nerve-wracking for everyone. But for me, it was doubly so. Like most other freshmen at my midwestern university, I was moving into a dorm on campus. My new roommate had been assigned randomly via a lottery. All I knew was his name, email, plus what little I could glean from social media. Not much. Frank Ryan, from Dallas, Texas. His only profile photo (if it was even his) was a thumbnail image of a high school football player mid-play. I couldn't really make out what he looked like. For 18-year-old me, a total nerd with an unhealthy obsession with muscle-bound jocks, this was more than enough to make my heart pound and my imagination reel. After Frank was assigned as my roommate in July, I had sent him a long email: How excited I was to be roommates, where I'm from, what I'll be studying, logistical details about my arrival, etc. His reply back was terse. Sounds good man - looking fwd. I move in 1 day b4 u Frank Gulp. --- I was moving all by myself. My parents lived in California and couldn't fly out with me. So when I arrived at the residence hall (buzzing with activity from all the other arrivals), it was just me lugging two enormous suitcases, drenched with sweat from the effort. I got to the door of my room, 201B. I heard the sound of someone's feet inside, plus another buzzing noise I couldn't recognize. There was a faint, manly aroma in the air. Should I knock? I asked myself. I decided I should. I gently tapped the door. No answer. I knocked harder. No answer. Then I pounded the door, but got no response. I lurked outside for a few minutes, unsure what to do. I took a deep breath and decided to go in. The door was unlocked. "HELLO?" I said, to announce myself. "Frank?" I walked in and saw what remains, to this day, the most shocking image of my life. A monstrous, shirtless man was standing with his back to me. His olive-skinned body looked genuinely unreal -- impossible to describe how much muscle hung on his enormous frame. I gauged he was probably 6'4, but his slightly hairy back looked almost as wide as he was tall. Even more startling than his back was his ass, which was so large it literally sucked his XXL gym shorts into its crack, so I could see each globe of his bubble butt in amazing detail. He was standing barefoot on a grey towel, even his calves bulging unnaturally. The muscle freak had noise-canceling headphones on (which explained why he hadn't heard me knocking). I heard a buzzing noise and saw he was holding a hair trimmer. I realized he was standing in front of the mirror, buzzing his chest. As I stepped into the small room, he still hadn't heard me. I smelled the intoxicating scent of sweat, as if there were clouds of testosterone in the air. "HELLO?" I said again, my voice quavering. He didn't turn around, but kept bouncing his head (which looked tiny compared to his body) to the music playing in his headphones. I crept closer, and suddenly caught sight of his eyes in the mirror reflection. Startled, he whipped his massive body around. The room was so small -- and his reaction was so quick -- that his bare, left pec slammed right into my face with tremendous force. I flew backwards three feet and landed on my ass. "Frank?" I said as I stood up. "It's me, James. Your roommate." "James?! FUCK! You scared the shit out of me, dude!" A voice to match his body: Deep. Hyper-masculine. Unreal. "I'm sorry," I muttered. "I knocked a bunch of times, but you had your headphones in." My eyes made their way up to Frank's face. I actively tried to ignore what I saw: a face that looked like a young Henry Cavill, only with a buzz-cut and a thick, dark beard. My new roommate was a Mr. Olympia-sized bodybuilder. That was enough for now. I couldn't deal with the fact that he had a perfect face, too. "No worries, man," he said, smiling, his voice so deep it sent a jolt of pleasure right to my dick. His eyes were gleaming. "Great to meet you. Sorry to bump into you. And for the mess. I was just trimming my chest..." I now noticed the pile of dark body hair on the towel on the floor, and that his HUGE pecs were trimmed on one side, dark and furry on the other. This guy was 18?! "It's fine. I didn't know you'd be so...so..." Now I couldn't take my eyes off his pecs. They were only a foot or so from my face. Eye level. I wanted to touch them more than anything in the world. I started to blush. Veiny. Hairy. Juicy. One of them twitched involuntarily. I thought I might faint. Frank helped me out: "So big? Yeah, I'm starting as a lineman on the football team. Been bulking up this summer -- gained 50 pounds!" Frank flexed right arm. "Yeaaa buddy!" The shockingly defined bicep that formed must have been 24 inches, at least. "Holy shit..." I mumbled. I was starting to feel dizzy. I craned up my neck to look him in the eye, so I wouldn't get a hard-on from staring at his body. But his face was so handsome that I went even more red. "Anyway, I'm glad you're finally here, because I wanted to tell you something. You see how the bunk bed is all fucked up?" Those shoulders. Each one was the size of a basketball. That beard. That voice. It was so ridiculously deep. Barely sounded human. It was like every time he spoke, someone was caressing my dick. "James, you there?" "Huh?" I said. "You spaced out there for a sec. You got distracted?" He smiled and winked, and bounced his pecs -- more innocent than arrogant. "Anyway, I was saying -- you see how the bed is all fucked up?" I now noticed that the bunk bed was indeed fucked up. Instead of being stacked vertically, both beds were laid side by side, almost touching each other. They left almost no floorspace in the small room. Frank continued: "Well, when I got here, they said that we had to set it up this way. It turns out I'm too heavy for the bunks. It's a safety hazard if you're over 300 pounds because they might collapse when two people get in them. I'm 320. Can you believe that shit? So they made me move them side by side. I don't really care, it's fine this way, but I wanted you to know in case you mind crawling over my bed to get to yours. It's fine if you want to swap roommates with someone else. They might still let you." "NO! It's fine! I don't mind," I said with far too much enthusiasm. "You sure? I know it's annoying." "Don't worry," I assured him. "Cool, I appreciate you being so chill about it. Here, let me help with your stuff." Before I could object, Frank bolted out the hallway door, bubble butt bouncing behind him, and grabbed both my enormous bags. As if they weighed no more than feathers, he dropped them in the room and closed the door. There was barely any space in the room. His pecs were once again mere inches from my face. I couldn't decide which I loved more, the furry one or the buzzed one. "Don't want to let the AC out," he said. "You mind if I finish this up while you're unpacking?" he asked, pointing down to his half-furry, half-buzzed torso. "No, not at all." I realized I had little chest hairs all over my face, from where his sweaty pec had slapped into me. I turned my back to Frank and unpacked my stuff, or tried to. I could barely think. I was just picking things up, putting them back down, in a daze. My hands were shaking. I tried to pretend that a bearded, 18-year-old, 320-pound, super-heavyweight bodybuilder wasn't trimming his body hair three feet away. As if I couldn't hear him wheezing. Fuck, even the way he held the beard trimmer in his giant paws was hot. Then I noticed all the jock paraphernalia littered around the room: Protein powder, creatine, trophies, supplements, a white jockstrap hanging on the door handle, a football helmet, bodybuilding magazines, a sweaty wife-beater on the floor. Was that a cum rag in the corner? I realized how intense the smell in the room was. Not mildewy or sour. A rich, earthy, masculine musk. Pure pheromones. Against my concerted will, my cock started to harden. Out of nowhere, Frank's massive, calloused hand clasped my entire shoulder. I gasped and spun around to face him. His twitchy, veiny pecs -- fully buzzed now -- were four inches from my face. The dark bristly chest hair looked like it was already starting to grow back. It took all the self-control I had not to bury my face in them. "Hey man," Frank said, his voice serious and deep. "There's something else I wanted to talk to you about. Maybe we can sit down." I sat down on the bed, my arms covering my lap to hide my throbbing erection. Frank sat down right beside me, no personal space at all. The bed creaked loudly. His arousing smell was even more intense up close. Plus, somehow, his mounds of muscle looked even freakier seated and relaxed. Each of his hairy, veiny arms was thicker than my leg. Despite the serious expression on his face, my cock was starting to leak. "Look," he began, looking into my eyes earnestly. "You seem like a really chill guy, and, uh, there's something I, uh...I wanted to..." He trailed off. Was HE nervous? I couldn't believe this monster who could rip my arm off was stammering. "There's something you want to tell me?" I looked up from Frank's six pack, his perfect, heaving pecs, past his bulging, gorilla-like neck, his thick beard and sensual lips, and locked eyes with him. HE was blushing! "Yeah. It's something I haven't told many people about. But I've been thinking... New school, new roommate... I ought to warn you, in case you're not cool with it." "Warn me about what?" "I'm, uh... I'm...Um..." He was crimson red now. He hunched over, looking defeated, yet this posture only made his bare muscles look more swollen and unreal. When he lifted his arm up to scratch his forehead nervously, a 24-inch peak formed, and dark bushels of pit hair released an even stronger musk. I gasped. "It's OK, Frank, you can tell me." As I spoke, I reached out and touched his hairy shoulder. I was both desperate to touch his body and trying to be reassuring. Yet the muscle felt so rock-hard that I gulped with disbelief. "I'm... I'm....You should know I'm... I'm into, uh, into, um... Other... guys." "You're gay?" I said, shell-shocked. Now he was not just blushing, his lip was quivering. He looked like he might cry. But his eyes remained locked with mine, almost bravely. "I just thought it might be weird for you, sharing a room with... with... Well...I wanted to warn you." I sighed. "Well, I appreciate the warning. But it's not an issue, Frank." His eyes brightened. He smiled. So fucking adorable, I thought. "It's not?" "No, it's not a problem. Gay guys and straight guys get paired up all the time. It's not like being gay means you can't control yourself around your roommate." God, I thought to myself, I'm proof of this: How badly I wanted to kiss him right now. "I was so worried to tell you," he said. "Last month when you emailed me, I almost thought of telling you then. There are only a few other people I've ever mentioned it to. No one on the football team knows. They all assume I'm straight, because, you know." He gestured at his 320 pounds of beefy, barely clothed muscle. My throat went dry. "To be honest, Frank," I said, "I probably should have said something, too. It would have been a lot easier for you. I'm into guys too." His eyes widened. "WHAT!? You serious!?" "Uh, yeah..." "You're kidding me. You are too?" "Yep! Small world, right? Or whatever the expression... You know what I mean." Frank's mind looked completely blown. "You're fucking with me." "No, I am not." "Bro...That makes me so happy." "Me too. Honestly, I also felt a little worried about being paired with a straight guy. Wasn't sure how he'd react." "Dude..." He trailed off, and his eyes looked me up and down. Was he checking me out? Suddenly, Frank pulled me in for a bear hug. I felt the abrasive texture of his chest stubble, the pecs hard as granite, breathed in his sweaty musk. "I'm just so happy how this turned out," he said. My dick went from semi to rock hard in about one second, well beyond my control. I mean, a bare-chested bodybuilder the size of a Mr. Olympia was hugging me. I felt mortified. Even then, at 18, I knew I was quite hung, about 8 inches, and that my hard-on would be conspicuous. Yet his grasp was so strong, his musk so heavenly, there was nothing I could do but squeeze him tighter. Then I felt it. Frank's cock was hard too. 9 or 10 inches, from the feel of it. Suddenly I realized that Frank wasn't hugging me. He was groping me. His hands were squeezing my ass, my lower back, the back of my neck. He was wheezing, moaning, in a horned up kind of way. "Fuck ya, fuck bro... fuck ya..." he muttered quietly. I felt his thick beard and tongue caressing my neck, smelled the beautiful pheromones that wafted from his hairy pits. Then he started kissing me on the mouth, his tongue gentler than I would have expected. I was in such a state of shock that I didn't even reciprocate. I just let him grope me and kiss me, held captive in his beastly arms, my eyes wide open. The situation had escalated faster than I ever could have imagined. It had only been 10 minutes since I learned that the biggest, sexiest, hairiest muscle freak I'd ever seen was going to be my college roommate. Now he was kissing me, squeezing me, caressing my dick with his strong hands, pulling off my clothes... Frank shoved my face into his cleavage. Each pec was the size of a textbook. I sucked on his nipples in ecstacy. "AHH FUCK BRO!" he moaned -- so loud that I was sure the R.A. down the hall would hear it. As I did, it occurred to me that Frank had probably not met many other openly gay men. I might have even been the first. Maybe he thought that it was automatic for two guys -- once it was established that they were both gay -- to go at it like rabbits. (How ironic, I thought, that this hyper-sexualized muscle god probably had less experience in bed than I did.) Frank's naivete and eagerness, while perhaps a little sad, were also charming -- and flattering. Everything I did, like kissing his neck, or brushing my hand over his shaft, elicited ten times more arousal than I was expecting it to. When I slipped my hand into his gym shorts and cupped his grapefruit-sized balls, pre-cum gushed from his cock. "Fuck yeah dude. AW! AW! AW!" Moaning louder than ever, Frank laid me out on one of the beds. The mattress was bare. (Whether it was his bed or mine, I wasn't sure yet). He pinned me down -- his buzzed, veiny muscles looking even freakier as they writhed on top of me. The 18-year-old mountain of muscle kissed my neck, my lips, with more passion than I would have ever felt entitled to. His cock, which turned out to be more like 10.5 inches -- as superlative as the body it was attached to -- had burst out of his gym shorts, and pressed against my abdomen, still leaking a stream of pre. I could tell we were both close to cumming. Yet something in me snapped. I regained my senses. "Frank. FRANK. Wait a minute." I rolled him over onto his back. The bed frame squealed. I sat up on top of his teardrop-shaped super-quads, looking down at his surprised expression. From this angle, a giant shelf of pec meat obfuscated part of his face. His shockingly well-defined six pack pulsed in and out as he breathed heavily. His cock oozed more pre. "What?" he asked. "Are you sure this is a good idea?" "What do you mean? I thought you said you were gay." "Yeah, but I'm your roommate. Is hooking up... you know... a bad move?" "What... You...You... don't like me?" His face looked heartbroken and insecure, even while he propped up his head with a twitching 24-inch bicep. "No, no, that's not it at all, Frank!" He brushed me off from on top of him. I almost flew off the bed. Then he petulantly turned his back to me, so he was lying on his side facing the wall. The bed creaked and screeched. Even then, when I was afraid about having upset him, I was amazed by the muscles on display. My throat went dry. Frank's lats were so wide that his back soared several feet in the air, like a ship's sail. Each globe of his ass was the size of a watermelon. His weight made the whole mattress slope down towards his side. The force of gravity pressed me right against his back. "Am I too big for you?" he said, muffled, with his mutant lats to me. Was he crying? "What? No!" "People always get freaked out by me. Guys, girls... They think I'm going to hurt them or something..." he said. I caressed his traps gently. I couldn't believe this was the same muscle group that connected to my own neck. On him, they looked as wide and strong as a horse bridle. It was like he had a different anatomy than other human beings... Despite my grandstanding about not hooking up, I was still hard, and in fact, pretty close to cumming. I attempted to refocus. "Frank, c'mon. Turn around. Look at me," I said tenderly. He flipped onto his other side to face me. His weight caused such a large dip in the mattress that my face flew right into his sweaty pecs. I pushed myself out and looked him in the eyes. His veiny neck must have been 18 inches round, but his face looked surprisingly boyish and hurt. I tried not to look down at the unreal chest, cock and quads that were just inches away from me, totally naked now. "It's not that I'm freaked out by you," I said, not entirely honestly. Frank's muscles were extreme even by pro bodybuilding standards. He was 320 pounds, but he couldn't have had body fat above 5%. I didn't understand how an 18 year old could be this huge. How many years had he been on steroids? "You're not?" "Well, no. To be honest with you, Frank, I've always been into muscle. Like...Really into muscle. As long as I can remember. In fact, when I walked in here and saw you, I felt like I was dreaming. When I was 13, I used to steal bodybuilding magazines from 7-11 and jerk off to the photos. And you're bigger than any of them. You're bigger than Jay Cutler or Nick Walker or Big Ramy. And you're better looking, too. You're the hottest person I've ever met -- no, ever seen -- in my entire life." Frank's eyes brightened. I continued: "The thing is, just, uh... We're roommates. So I'm worried it's a bad idea to hook up.. You know... Maybe it will get awkward?" Now Frank raised a devilish eyebrow. "You like muscle?" he said, smiling. It occurred to me I had never admitted my obsession to anyone else before, even though it occupied me every hour of every day. "Mhm," I said. "You know what I'm into? Handsome, sexy, smart guys. Like you." (My heart almost stopped.) "When you walked in and I got a look at you, I didn't know how I'd be able to keep it in my pants all year bro. You're totally my type. And if you think for one second we're not going to hook up, just because we're roommates...When you're into muscle..." Now Frank flexed an arm with a cocky energy that made my head spin. "You think I'm big now? I'm just getting started. I'll be 350 by winter break. And if you think you're not going to worship these muscles, feel them up every single night, suck on them, cuddle them..." he shoved the peak, then his pit, into my face, suffocating me. I immediately came. Warm cum gushed all over the bare mattress and Frank's six pack. Frank got up and straddled me. He still flexed with one arm, jerked his enormous cock with the other. His weight was almost unbearable. "If you think we're not going to fuck every night... If you think we're not going to jerk off together every morning..." His face grew flushed as he tugged on his shaft, one bicep still flexed in a crazy peak. He slurped on his own arm. "AH, AH, UH, UH, UH!!" He sprayed a firehose of cum all over me, drenching my face and torso. I tasted it, a beautiful, sweet, salty taste, and swallowed it. Winking, he climbed off me, and drew me into his swollen arms. -- That day, we moved the two beds right next to each other, so they were basically connected. From then on, we cuddled every night of freshman year. I wouldn't say we were boyfriends. Not exactly. Our relationship only existed inside our dorm room. Outside of it, Frank was the ultimate football jock, the biggest muscle freak the campus had ever known. Most people got chills of fear (or arousal) when he waddled in a room. If anyone even suspected that Frank was gay, he would have been too afraid to say it out loud. Yet as soon as he'd close the dorm room door, Frank would rip his shirt off, kiss me passionately, straddle me with his hard cock bouncing up and down. Nor did I mind this arrangement. On the contrary, I loved knowing that he was all mine. Who would dare hit on him? I'd race home from the library or class, he'd come home from practice or a frat party, and we'd roll around in bed for hours. It never got old. I didn't even JO anymore. What was the point? The biggest, hottest, most hung man imaginable was sleeping next to me every night. I worshipped everything about Frank, even the things that would turn most people off. The constant meals of ground meat and rice. (Every two hours. Every day. From 8am to 11pm.) The vials of tren. (I even helped him inject it.) The snoring. The wheezing. The body hair. The musk. The roid gut. The slightly receding hairline from so much gear. It all drove me crazy. Frank wasn't kidding about getting bigger. He gained forty pounds in four months, pushing his weight up to 360. He lost some of the definition in his abs, yet I liked him even better this way. His cheeks got fuller, while his pecs and ass grew grotesquely large, like oversized balloons about to burst. Once or twice a month, he'd come home with the seat of his XXL shorts ripped apart. Like the creaking bed we shared, our relationship somehow, miraculously, stayed in one piece. I knew it couldn't last forever -- yet I also knew I'd probably never have this much fun again.

When you are about to surprise your roommate after a summer of dedication and hard work, pursuing athletic goals. I guess I had to transform the college tshirt from the first flight into the mentioned tank top to show how much James would have changed over the summer…

When you are about to fly home, but your tshirt is a bit undersized… (James' physical appearance is not very specific, so those are default faces and haircuts from Bing AI) Thanks @countmuscle for another great chapter I hope you will appreciate those AI fan arts of James.

And of course, AJ in his Tesco polo shirt…

AJ's profile pics on Facebook, with his shiny green posers!

Mark Green in his shiny purple posers.

The infamous "Mr Olive Skin" Dale (maybe not built like a "brick shithouse"…) )

Which AJ would you prefer on your doorstep?

I know that @muscleaddict is not really interacting with AI content, but I wanted to recreate your characters with some prompts. The re-read trying to collect details for each character's appearance reminded me of how much I was waiting for each new chapter. The then silent reader who decided to start posting comments can now express how touching the story is and how much I appreciated the development, even the bittersweet final notes. Please accept those generated AI fan arts of AJ & Noah in Little Denton (Oh, of course AI is not super accurate, ignore parts of the prompts, and we get a multiverse of AJs&Noahs… Tell me which are your favourites )

I got curious about how well Mage.Space could do the description. Bing is definitely better at adding the extra details and realism!

In the same way I adapted the description of Frank for part 1, here are some AI generated pics for the beginning of part 3. I hope one of them matches what you had in mind Thanks again @countmuscle for posting parts 1-4, and can't wait to read more!

Great story and thanks for part 4! I tried to adapt your descriptions of Frank as AI prompts, but Bing does not like the amount of details…

And attempts to recreate Bael, with less details available…

Sorry @SeaMusc for taking the liberty of generating AI renditions of Dantalion in this outfit Any favorite?

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 2: Winter break crawled by. I had returned home to see my family for three long weeks. Frank was the only thing on my mind from dawn till dusk. In the midst of wholesome family activities, the memory of Frank's unnatural, bulging, hyper-sexualized body kept intruding. I thought of Frank's tren-fueled mentality, his body pushed to the limits of muscular development; of him single-mindedly devouring fuel, injecting roids, and lifting weights all winter break. He was out of control. Obsessed. Animalistic. A freak. When I finally headed back to campus, it was with the excitement of a kid on Christmas morning. The bus from the airport seemed to hit every red light. The minutes crawled by. My heart beat faster with each passing mile. — At last, I got to the door of our room. I heard a faint sound within, almost like a moaning. My heart leaped. Frank was home! Without knocking, I walked right in. The first thing that hit me was the smell — like a Mack truck of deep, intoxicating musk, coupled with the scent of fresh cum. Then I noticed the cum splattered on the walls, on the floor, on the bed. Like someone had just shot massive loads out of a water gun. The room was a war zone, with jock straps, empty protein powder containers and dirty gym clothes scattered everywhere. Then I saw Frank. First and foremost, even in my fantasies, I had forgotten how big he was. The dorm room looked like a doll's house compared to him. There was an Alice in Wonderland quality, like he had taken a potion that made him too large for the small room. Frank was lying on his back on the comparatively tiny bed. He was naked except for a white jock strap. His dark body hair was buzzed short, yet his thick beard was longer than usual. The mattress dipped dramatically under his weight. His cheeks were flushed and his jacked body was flexed. He locked eyes with me -- a serious expression on his red, sweaty face. “James…” he said weakly. With one swollen arm he was stroking his throbbing cock, which had popped out of the jock strap and looked like it was about to explode. Then I realized the other hand was holding a long, black dildo, which he was pumping in and out of his hairy hole. (The dildo was hard to spot at first beneath his bulging quads.) With each pump, his abs convulsed from a 6 pack into an 8 pack. Frank wasn't looking at porn, he was just writhing on the bed -- as if overcome by his own body. He flexed an arm and licked it, rubbed his hand up and down his huge pecs. He locked eyes with me. I laid down my bags, peeled off my winter jacket, and approached him. The dildo he was ramming into his hole must be 8 inches around, I thought. "James...I've been takin' so much tren... Making me so horny bro..." he whispered, gritting his teeth. Sweat was beaded on his red, veiny forehead as he pegged himself. "Couldn't wait for you to get here..." A word about Frank’s voice. In some ways it was as sexy as his body. You have to imagine when they deepen someone’s voice on TV so they can remain anonymous — that’s how scary deep it was. Only it was lightened by a boyish quality I can’t describe, a tiny Texan drawl, and a very slight lisp. What drove me crazy was how it was so gentle and even delicate — yet deeper than any human voice I’d heard. In some ways, it was just like Frank himself, an innocent soul in the body of a superhuman monster. I leaned over Frank and kissed his beautiful mouth. His longer beard felt rough but his lips were soft as ever. I took over the dildo from his hand and continued pumping it in and out, slowly. "AhH! Bro. I missed you," Frank said. I thrust the dildo deeper inside him. "Fuck!" A spurt of precum shot out of his quivering, red dick. "I missed you too, Frank," I said. "Please bro... Fuck me. Fuck me, sir. Please, sir." Frank turned over and bent forward on his knees. His wing-like lats flew out in all their glory. His legs looked like he was half horse. Of course, by now I was completely hard. Must have taken me about ten seconds to pull off my clothes and start pounding the muscle freak. Well…it took a minute more to get to his hole. You see, Frank’s glutes were so thick that I had to fasten my arms around his freaky traps for leverage, so I could push hard enough to even get inside him. "Th-th-thank you, sir," he cried submissively. I went deeper and deeper, pushing as hard as I could against the warm wall of ass muscle. “Love fuckin my muscle boy,” I said, doing my best impression of a straight bro. “Thank you sir, thank you!” His eyes rolled back in his head. “AH! AH! AH!” Frank screamed louder and louder as I pounded him. It must have looked ridiculous, a normal-sized guy pounding a 360-pound freak. I thought of the other people in the dorm who could no doubt hear Frank’s moaning, but I didn’t care. “Fuck yes! Fuck yes!” he yelled in his inimitable, super deep voice. I couldn’t believe how wide and tapered his back looked as it jiggled with each thrust. “Choke me, sir.” I obliged. Or, I tried to. But Frank’s neck was so thick that, no matter how hard I squeezed, I didn’t have much impact. A huge spurt of pre-cum — almost like a load unto itself — spilled out from Frank’s dick. He moaned even louder. Then right before I was going to cum, he pulled my dick out. He grabbed my body, each hand grasping an entire shoulder, and laid me down on the bed like his tiny plaything. Then, looking more huge and horned up than I had ever seen him, he backed up and sat on my dick. From below, I couldn’t see most of his face. His huge, flopping pecs blocked everything except his dark and slightly crazed eyes. As I looked up and saw his pecs jiggling, felt his warm hole sliding up and down my cock, kneaded my hands through his 8-pack, I knew I wouldn’t last long. I started to cum. At the exact same moment, so did Frank — without even touching his cock. His load was so enormous that it drenched my face and most of my chest too. I felt his asshole tighten around my dick in the throes of his orgasm. He moaned: “FUCK YES SIRRRR!” A moment passed. Frank was still straddling me, panting, my very sensitive cock still inside him, my huge load leaking out of his hole. His load coated my entire face. He shuddered. Another mini-orgasm. A last rope of cum shot right into my mouth. Then I started laughing. “What are you laughing at?” “Frank, you really are amazing!” He flashed a killer smile and almost seemed to blush. He looked in my eyes and didn’t say it, but I knew he was thinking (because I was thinking it too): I love you. Frank grimaced and pulled my dick out of his hole, then laid down next to me and shoved my face into his chest crevasse. He knew this was my favorite thing in the world. He pecked affectionate little kisses on my head. God, it felt good to be back in this bear hug, I thought. “You don’t know what it’s been like, James. I’ve been back for ten days. I doubled my tren and now my libido is off the charts. Couldn’t stop thinking of you. I’ve been jerking off six times a day.” “Wait, you’ve been back that long?” I said, surprised. “Yeah, I came back early. My dad was being an asshole. We fought. Said I’m doing too much gear, that he’s worried about me. You believe that?” “Uh…” I wasn’t sure how to reply. Any decent parent would be worried about an 18 year old with 360 pounds of muscle. I must admit, one thing that I found particularly sexy about Frank was that he didn’t give a shit about the risks and stigma of steroids or bodybuilding. It never even seemed to enter his mind. It was like the life of a muscle freak was, for him, the only version of life even worth considering. Nothing was going to stand in his way. Frank continued: “It’s all bullshit. He’s such a hypocrite. Like he wasn’t on gear when he was my age. What he’s really mad about is that he knows I’m not gonna do pro football after college, like he did. He wants me to play in the NFL, just like him.” “You’re not going to?” “Fuck no. You think I care about football? It’s just so I can cover my tuition and keep my dad off my back. Oh, and get unlimited meals at the cafeteria. As soon as I graduate, I’m going to start my pro bodybuilding career.” “Whoa.” “I’m not gonna stop until I’m Mr. Olympia. Can you picture it? Me up on that stage, 6’4”, everyone else looking like a fucking pip-squeak.” “Fuck.” “Imagine what the other pros are gonna think when they see me. Every eye in the room on me. Biggest muscle freak of all time… Walking out there, 100 pounds bigger than the other guys…400 pounds of muscle… Won’t stop till I have 26 inch biceps. Gonna change the sport. Gonna be bigger than anyone ever… biggest ever…Fuck… Just imagine it bro… On stage… Everybody watching… All that freaky muscle… Thousands of people… All gasping when they see me…So big…So fucking huge… Fucking muscle…fuck…” I noticed that Frank’s face was getting flushed again. His beet-red dick had rehardened to 10.5 inches, and a shocking amount of pre-cum was once more gurgling out. Even though he had just came five minutes earlier. “See what I mean?” Frank said. “All this tren has been making me so horny, I can barely leave the room. You’re gonna need to fuck me one or two more times. Then we can go grab lunch. I want to hear how your Christmas was.” “My dick might need a few minutes—“ Frank grabbed my cum-covered face and thrust it into his fragrant pit. Sure enough, the smell was like a Pavlovian trigger. My tired dick immediately hardened. “Good,” said Frank as he saw my erection. “Let’s be quick though. I’m starving!”

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

Incredible! One of the best stories I’ve read on here in a while. Let him grow into the freaky muscle pig he sounds like

OMFG THAT FINAL PART

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Chapter Three Mason tried to deny that what he was seeing with his own eyes was possible. The Herkalor IV was out of his system! It had to be out of his system. It was almost 36 hours after he took the original dose, and it had only been a handful of the feed. That was it. No drug stayed active in the body for longer than 36 hours… did they? Reaching out and grabbing a cock that had throbbed, stretched, and pulled past 15 inches, he could feel the beat of his very heart echoed through the thick veins that ran up and down the shaft. In past fantasies, Mason had jerked off while imagining what it would be like to possess a 15 inch cock, how he’d strut around the town with his obscene bulge on display. But, that was an erotic fantasy. This… this huge shaft rising up from his crotch was reality. With each beat of his heart, and as more blood was forced into his cock, it grew longer and thicker. As it soared past 15 inches, he knew that no matter how much anyone claimed that they loved huge cocks, they’d never let him fuck them with what he was growing! Every mouth, ass, and vag would be closed to the monster he was attached to his crotch!! When it reached 16 inches, the growth seemed to centre around the head as it lengthened and swelled to such a degree that it quickly rivalled the entire length of his original 5 inch cock! Never in his life had he imagined a dick head with such proportions! The piss slit had stretched longer and wider as the head ballooned, opening up like a little, gaping mouth! Pre flowed from it in abundance, coating the shaft and floor with his own sticky lubricant. With each flex and spasm of his cock, it continued to grow larger. Soon it was 16 inches… then 17… then 18. Mason tried talking to it… convincing it to stop growing, but it just seemed to do the opposite and grow even quicker. The skin of his crotch grew tighter as the root of his cock expanding, taking up more room than before. Stretching to 19 inches in length, Mason began to feel the severe weight of his own cock. No matter how rigid it was, gravity began to tug on it, pulling the skin of his pelvis taught as it was forced to bend away from him. All he could do was try and support the wine bottle thick shaft with his hands, feeling them spread out further as his cock continued to grow. At 20 inches, Mason experienced an even greater pain rising from his crotch as his balls began to swell. Undergoing the agony of his balls expanding didn’t prepare him for the sensation and volume of the churning coming from his augmented testicles. He couldn’t believe that he could now actually hear his balls working, producing more and more sperm as they grew ever larger. When his cock telescoped to over 21 inches, his testicles looked like two baseballs had been shoved in his sack. They now sat on the floor in between his legs, growing ever larger… just like his cock. Stroking the monumental shaft seemed to take forever as he moved his hand from his head to the root. His hands looked so tiny compared to the size of his cock; almost comical. Mason laughed. What else could he do? He had tried reasoning with his cock… begging it to stop growing… but it kept going. It seemed like nothing could stop it rising higher and higher. Leaning further against the couch, he watched with wide eyes as his cock stretched to 22 inches… 23 inches… 24 inches… Fuck, he thought. It’s no longer a cock!! It’s a fucking torpedo!!! No sooner had he thought this, but a throbbing pressure began mounting in his face and head, distracting him from watching his cock grow. The skin of his face grew tauter as a pulling and tightening affected every inch until he thought it was going to rip apart. Letting go of his cock in order to grab his face and hold it together before it split, he grunted as the weight tugged on his groin muscles. The pressure within his own head grew in intensity. Mason’s eyes felt like they would pop out of his skull at any moment while his nose seemed on the verge of tearing down the middle with the rest of his face. Against his will, Mason’s mouth appeared to be forced open by unseen hands, prying his teeth apart while drawing back his lips into a sickening grin. Mason wanted to scream, but he was unable to make a sound. All he could see was his massive cock stretching past 26 inches, when his vision suddenly went blurry, and then fell into total darkness. Unable to see caused Mason to panic. His heart sped up and his body tensed. Fight or flight raced through his body, but he found it difficult to move. He could only hold his hands up to his head for fear it would fall apart around him. As he did this, his skull cracked in hundreds of different places at once and began to shift and stretch. Like shifting sand in his hands, he felt his head begin to throb and pulsate and then inflate. Mason experienced some relief from the tightness and pressure that had filled his head, but it was short lived relief. Quickly, it was back again, filling up every inch until his skull cracked and ballooned further. Soon, his hands could no longer hold onto as much of his face as it had previously. Moving them over familiar, yet new terrain, he could feel that his facial features had begun to grow along with his head. Suddenly, like someone turning on the light in a dark room, Mason’s eyesight returned, and he was able to see once again. What he noticed first was that his line of sight was much higher than it had been minutes before. Looking at the TV, the only reflective surface in the room, Mason saw that his head had grown to nearly twice its original size. Letting go of it, Mason felt the new weight of his cranium forcing it to lean back slightly, straining his neck muscles. Glancing at the TV screen again, Mason was shocked by how much larger his eyes, nose, mouth and lips had become. The bones of his skull had seemed to restructure themselves slightly differently as they grew larger, forcing his chin to appear more squared off than before, and his brow ridge to appear more prominent. Trying to balance his head on his neck as best as he could, Mason groaned in frustration as he experienced the cracking and mobilization of his skull once again. This time, he was grateful that he didn’t lose his sight again, but it did go blurry as his eyeballs grew much larger along with his head. The cracking and splintering and shifting was much louder this time, and far more dramatic, forcing his head to swell and expand. The pulling and pressure grew in intensity until all Mason could do was rest his head on the sofa as it grew. Looking up at the ceiling, Mason wondered how much larger his head was going to become… and if he was growing in proportion to his head… how large would he be by the end of this? How was he going to get out of the house? How was he going to be able to find clothes to cover himself, especially in the cold of a Kansas winter! Why was he still growing? Mason felt invisible hands wrap themselves around his neck, causing him to gag and feel severely constricted. Lifting his heavy head, he was able to watch on the TV screen as his neck bulged and contracted, like he was swallowing something much too large for his throat. He then experienced several rough tugs as his neck began to dilate… swelling with thick muscle mass. Traps, muscle that he had never seen or even imagined growing on his own body but loved on bodybuilders that he followed on Instagram, rose up from his shoulders and back, giving the additional support that he needed to hold up a head that had now grown three times larger than its original size! Just as he had on the night when he first ate the feed and started to actually expand, all Mason could hear in his head was his own voice repeating over and over and over again: ‘I’m growing! I’m growing!’ This time though, he doubted it was only going to be a few inches he would gain. From the look of his cock… his head… his neck… his body had decided it wanted to put on serious size. This was not at all part of the plan, but Mason couldn’t deny that he was somewhat excited. Soon, he’d be known as the biggest and strongest man in the state of Kansas. But, he did begin to wonder, how big he was going to grow, and was there a size that was too big? Mason released a slow, deep, groan when his shoulders started to broaden and his chest began to expand. His drooping man-tits rose up and tightened as some fat gave way to muscle, growing thicker, denser, and stronger. His chest and shoulders inched further apart while his neck thickened further with muscle. Fear and exhilaration ran through him as his upper half grew in prominence, dwarfing everything below it except his cock. Soon, from what he could see in the dark TV screen, he was beginning to take up more and more space in the living room, and was more than half as wide as the couch! Loud snapping and cracking noises rose up from his pelvis and backbone. Once again his torso spasmed and convulsed, thumping his lower back against the sofa. The pain radiating through Mason’s body was excruciating, and he felt that a lesser man than himself might have passed out. Instead, he watched and felt his torso begin to stretch not only upwards, but outwards. His gut gained further prominence on his body as hefty abdominal muscles started to form and grow beneath fat. Having no means of measuring himself, Mason guessed that, if he were standing, he would be over 8 feet tall and growing. His pelvis cracked several times as both his waist and chest expanded. Soon, he could no longer see his head in the dark TV, and just watched as his pecs swelled larger, filling the screen! Very quickly, Mason knew that even sitting down, he was taller than he had been in his original 5’7 body. That was before he felt a severe pulling on his legs, and, like they were made of taffy, they began to stretch longer. “Bigger and bigger I go,” he said into the room as his legs appeared to unfurl before him. It was not only his legs, but his feet started their own journey of expansion. Mason began to guess how large he was going to be when it all ended. Was it possible he would stand a staggering 10 feet tall? Bigger? His leg muscles, like the muscles in his chest and core, were swelling and developing serious size, no doubt needed for what he was becoming. All too quickly, his feet smashed into the wall, cracking and then forcing a large hole to appear in the drywall. His cousin Kenny was going to kill him when he saw his house… if his house was still standing!! “FUCK ME!” Mason screamed as his arms began to stretch. As they did, his biceps and triceps, along with his forearms, began to swell. Once his glutes started to thicken, Mason noted that every part of his body was in constant growth. Up and up and larger and larger he grew. Sweat poured down Masons face as he began to wonder if it was ever going to stop. His body seemed to be in a state of growth that lasted longer than any of the other times before, and was much more intense. The pain that filled him and powered his expansion was doubled when Mason felt his head and face begin to stretch larger once again. For a while, his eyes lost focus, but when his vision returned, his eyesight appeared to be stronger than it had been minutes prior. Raising his hands up to feel his face, he knew he was touching an area that had grown four times larger than his original head. Mason’s body quaked as every muscle thickened and swelled. His cock erupted in a torrent of cum, coating the walls, TV, and floor. Mason hoped the orgasmic rush would stop the growth spurt he was experiencing, but it only seemed to encourage it to expand him to loftier heights. “Must be… must be nearing 12 feet tall… maybe… more.…” Every second that passed, Mason felt heavier and heavier. Along with growing larger, his body was continually gaining mass. Now, when he flexed his arms, a cannon ball of muscle erupted to the surface. His shoulders had rounded further, appearing thick and bulbous, while his lats, which Mason knew he never possessed before, flared out wider. No ab muscles were visible, but Mason could feel the thick plates under a layer of fat that appeared much thinner than it had before. His hands were growing into enormous appendages, and were finally the right size to successfully jerk off his cock. Mason laughed as he stroked the shaft, amazed that his cock, at over 2 feet in length, actually looked in somewhat proportion to his body. Mason closed his eyes and rode the erotic waves of pain and pleasure that was growth. He had never experienced it to such a degree and for such a length of time. He imagined that he had been growing for over three hours now, and it seemed much stronger than ever before. For a few moments, he began to worry that this was to be his life now, forever growing larger, and a small portion of him wished it was. His size was awakening in him a raw brute power that had never been there before. Mason’s head crashed into the ceiling causing portions of it to fall down around him. When this happened, his eyes quickly opened, and he found that his body took up nearly all of the living room. “Holy shit!! I have to be nearly 13 feet tall. 13 feet!!! And… still… growing!!” Mason forced his body to slide further across the carpeted floor so that he could give himself more room to grow. His knee collided with the TV, sending it to the floor with a crash. His leg tore through more of the adjoining wall and he could feel his food unending pieces of the dining room furniture. Under his shoulders, the couch he had slept on the night before was further demolished until it lay in ruins on the floor beneath him. Sweat was pouring down him along with what had to be litres of precum that was now soaking the living room carpet. He wondered how he was going to get out of his cousin's house without destroying it but knew that it was an impossibility. Whenever he wanted, Mason could stand and take the house down with him. Imagining this caused Mason's cock to explode again, sending gallons of cum shooting all over the room. The end table next to the sofa became kindling under the weight of his arm. His body quaked and rumbled several more times, developing a taller and more immense form for its owner. Then, with one more powerful wave that forced his body to nearly fill the entire room pushing Mason to 16 feet in height and over 4000 lbs of muscle and bulk, the growth slowed and stopped. The room was deathly quiet. All Mason could hear was the buzzing of the refrigerator in the other room reminding him of how hungry he was once again. Shifting slightly, Mason looked down at his body and laughed; a sound that was much louder and deeper than he had expected it to be. It simply seemed too ridiculous seeing his legs and feet stretched through a wall and into another room while his head was nearly once again touching the ceiling. It wasn’t that he was simply tall. His body seemed to have tripled in size and nearly filled the entire living room. His shoulders and body were wider than the sofa, and his appendages seemed more like tree trunks than arms and legs… and cock!! He was immense, and he was having some difficulty comprehending it. He was also feeling a new sense of power flowing through him. He felt like he now had the capability to have and achieve everything that he wanted. If he couldn’t have it… it was now easier to simply take it. He was the largest man on the planet, and he had always found that being big in this world had most of the advantages. Maybe this wasn’t going how he imagined, and he had no clue how he was going to get out of his cousin’s house without destroying it, but no one was going to hold him down any longer. Mason began to cum again with a grin that filled his face. His eyes to roll back into his head and a deep guttural roar to erupt from his diaphragm. This time though, when he came, it was as if a geyser erupted from his cock, splashing the ceiling and splattered down around and on top of him. The orgasm roared through him, growing ever more in intensity. His entire body shook as he came in ever greater amounts, his balls feeling like they were producing an endless amount of seed. Finally, after minutes had passed, Mason’s orgasm began to wane, leaving him panting, breathless, exhausted, yet laughing. The room was soaked with cum! His cum!! He had coated an entire room with his cum! What other man on Earth could do that but him. “Look at this!! Look at me!!” The pictures that still hung on the wall shook from the timbre of his voice. Despite having just shot out gallons of cum, Marin’s cock was hard again, and he was horny as hell. “I’m a god!”

CHAPTER TWO The next morning, Mason was awoken with a loud thud that rocked the entire sofa he was asleep on. Opening his eyes, he bolted upright, and noticed, for the first time, that the sofa was much closer to the floor than it had been the night before. Hoisting himself to his feet and looking down, he saw that all six legs of the three seater sofa had split, sending the entire structure to the floor. Not only had his body mass caused a sturdy piece of furniture to cave in on itself, from where he stood and how close his head came to the 8 foot ceiling, he had grown much larger while he slept. Walking down the hallway to the bathroom was a new experience as Mason found himself having to walk at a slight angle in order to prevent his shoulders from brushing against either wall. The bathroom was the last room at the end of the hallway, and as he approached it, he could see in the large vanity mirror that his reflection now took up much more of it than the night before. Staring at himself, Mason estimated that he now stood nearly 7 feet tall and probably weighed over 600 lbs. His cock, hard and rising high before him, now reached a staggering 14 inches in length and was as thick as a Guinness can. I'll need to remember to tell Vince that the Herkalor IV has a really long shelf life in the body. I've gone through 36 hours of growing to get me to what has to be my final size. My final size!! Fuck me!!! Mason quietly took as much of himself in, but he found that there was just so much more to look at. He had truly grown immense. He could only guess how large his waist now was, but he guessed it had to be 40 inches if not larger. His chest was wider than the doorframe, while his arms were now thick and heavy appendages while his legs had become two muscular pylons holding up the rest of his body. Even his hands!! No longer were they the small piggy hands he had become used to with his old body. He balled them both into fists and smiled as he watched them become large and powerful weapons at his disposal. Fuck!! He wanted to punch something right then and there to prove to himself how much stronger he was then ever before. First though, he needed to piss. Squeezing into the bathroom and then over to the toilet proved to be quite a challenge since the room was already quite small for the average human, let alone his formidable frame. His shoulders and upper body had broadened significantly which made it difficult to maneuver the closed in nature of the walls. As he released a loud and vigorous stream of urine into the toilet, he thought about how glad he was that he didn’t have to take a shit because he wondered if the porcelain bowl could hold him. The sensation of his piss flowing through the long shaft was almost orgasmic, and he found himself rather disappointed when the gallon or so that he released came to an end. “Fuck, that felt good!!” When he eventually spoke to himself, he was shocked to discover that his voice was much deeper than it had been the night before. “If I didn’t know this was me… I wouldn’t recognize myself!!” Mason’s body, which he had always been so familiar with was now like a stranger to him. He still looked significantly overweight, but as he ran his hands over his body, he was no longer convinced that his stomach was just merely fat. It looked more like the kind of gut that powerlifters or bulking, steroid using bodybuilders had. Pressing it with his hand, he received much more resistance than he ever had before, feeling the much larger bricks of muscle that lay beneath the layer of fat. His chest, which he had always thought of as ‘male tits’ now looked more like plates of muscle covered in fat. They now sat much higher and squarer on his chest, and Mason found himself flexing them both and watching as the two large mounds jumped under his command. With glee, he did it over and over again. Never in his life had he been able to flex his chest, and now it seemed like second nature! Soon, he found himself flexing various muscle groups and watched them eagerly respond. “If I didn’t have this layer of fat… fuck… I’d be ripped!! Still… all of this mass makes me look so fucking powerful!!!” The more he stared and worshiped his own body, the hornier he became. He cock stood at attention, hard as a lead pipe and just as deadly looking. He definitely would not want to be on the receiving end of this cock! He could just imagine Alan’s eyes when he saw him… and it! Would he be able to take it? Would he even let Mason get the tip in let alone fuck him? It was just so thick. Was it possible that it was too thick? He never before thought that he would ever think his cock was too long or too thick… but now he began to wonder if it was. Could it be possible that he was seeing a downside to his new size? Looking down at his cock, throbbing and leaking a steady stream of pre, he wondered how many men or women were going to let him fuck them. The cock head had swelled to such a huge proportion that he began to wonder if he would be able to fit it into any orifice. Alan would need to seriously train his asshole and his mouth in order to accommodate a cock like Mason’s. On the other hand… wasn’t it incredible to have a cock like his? His cock had to be the biggest in the entire world… and it was his!!! He had grown into a sexual beast that men and women would be falling over to get a piece of! No doubt… those that were daring and willing would be able to take his cock. Didn’t some guys put whole fists and arms up their holes? If they were able to take an arm… they could take Mason’s cock! Oh yeah. He could get used to the power that came with his body. No one would ever fuck with him again! Most people would be scared shitless just from seeing him! They’d cross the street when they saw him walking down it towards them! The body and cock he had now was all that he had ever dreamed and more. If there were some bad points to possessing it, they were just things he would need to get used to and accommodate for. Mason flexed his right arm and watched his thick bicep swell. Oh yeah. This body was power and he could easily get used to it, Mason stroked his thick cock, shocked by how ridged it was as it stretched up towards the ceiling. Even in highschool and with his old dick, it had never been so hard that it pointed upwards when erect. Pressing it downwards and away from his stomach, Mason felt how much stronger his groin muscle had become in order to hold up and support a monster cock like he was sporting now. When he let go, his cock bounced back, hitting his stomach with a loud and firm slap that actually stung slightly on contact, which caused Mason to chuckle. Just like him, his cock had grown into a powerful beast that perfectly matched his body. Fuck! Vince is going to be so fucking jealous when he sees my cock. He thinks he’s huge. Mine is the biggest on Earth! I could make millions alone on Only Fans showing it off. I wouldn’t even have to show my face. No one would be interested in my face once they saw my cock! Moving his arms, Mason wrapped both of his hands around the hard as steel shaft and began to slowly stroke it. Strong erotic sensations that passed from his cock through the rest of his body had never felt so incredible until now. His legs felt weak as wave after wave of pleasure rocked his body. Stroking it more vigorously, Mason released a loud moan the echoed through the bathroom. His balls started to churn and to ache as his stroking grew faster and more ferocious. Mason was soon in actual pain as he felt his cock grow even harder than it had been previously. His 14 inch cock stood erect like a tower rising up from his body, pointing upwards like a monument to all things masculine. Thick veins erupted up and down the shaft to better feed Mason’s monster cock with even more blood. “Fuck me!!” Mason cried out as his cock spasmed and throbbed, appearing to grow even harder. To his hands, the shaft felt more like a flesh covered steel girder than a cock! Sweat poured down his face as he pumped it harder and harder with both hands. Every muscle in his body seemed to flex as he worked his own body into a frenzy. Looking in the mirror again, he was shocked by the sexual intensity in his eyes and the swell of his muscles. “Need.. to… cum!!” As Mason jerked himself with even more intensity and passion, his mind rapidly questioned what the Herkalor IV laced feed had done to him. It hadn’t simply grown him larger. It had made him even better than he ever had been before. Sure, he could afford to lose some weight, but the muscle and the strength and the power his new body now had seemed to be a definite game changer. “Wait… till… the world… sees me!! I’ve become… a fucking… god!!” Mason grunted again as the veins of his cock seemed to erupt even further, giving an even thicker appearance to his cock. Mason looked around the bathroom to try and find something he could shove his cock into and fuck. He was desperate to cum, but there didn’t appear to be anything that could aid him. He wondered if his cousin had a flesh light… but even if he did… there was no way Mason’s cock would ever fit in an average Fleshlight! Mason became more frantic and determined. In his hyper aroused state, he remembered the wall directly next to him. Approaching it and not questioning what he was about to do, he pressed his thumb against it using all of his strength, until he felt a small part of the brick wall give way to the start of a hole. He then stepped back, pulled his cock down slightly, positioned the head in the newly created hole, arched his back, and aggressively shoved it into the brick wall! Mason could feel the structure parting as his cock was rammed in deeper. Pressing himself against it, he thrust in further and further until his cock was first encased in brick and then finally pushed through into the room beyond. Grunting, he proceeded to ride the wall like he was fucking a tight asshole. The density and solidity of the wall around his cock brought his ecstasy to an even more frantic level. He pulled out further and pounded the wall, filling the room with his manic and animalistic grunts. Over and over again he smashed his cock into the wall. Mason could feel an all consuming orgasm enveloping himself. Thrusting himself in even deeper and faster, he heard himself release a deep groan as his cock flexed and cum shot out of the head and poured into the next room. Ripping it out of the wall, Mason pumped it several more times as rope after rope of cum shot onto the bathroom floor with a splat. His entire body had become one intense orgasm, and he never wanted it to end. It was only when his legs buckled out beneath him and he fell to the floor that his orgasm faded. After shooting four more thick ropes of cum, his cock began to go soft, and a steady flow of cloudy liquid leaked from the head. Mason gasped for breath while beads of sweat fell from his forehead. A deep laugh erupted from his diaphragm as he took in the mess on the floor and the gaping hole in the wall. With his mind a little clearer, he couldn’t believe that he had actually drilled a hole in a brick wall with his cock! A hole that he had begun simply by pressing his thumb against one of the bricks! He was actually that strong! Even stronger than he thought himself to be! For the first time, Mason noticed a scale on the floor of the bathroom. He had no clue how much he weighed, but he guessed it was nearly 600 lbs. Before he had eaten the feed, he had been 235. Now he was so much larger and taller that he must have doubled in weight. Sliding it towards him with his foot, Mason stepped with both feet onto the scale, which immediately caused it to crack, break, and flatten onto the floor beneath him. Seeing what his body had done… what his muscular bulk had done… caused his cock to spasm and shoot a rope of pre. “I really am a beast!!” Getting off of the broken scale, he left the destruction behind him. Moving back into the hallway, he laughed as he realized that he would no doubt always need to bend down and reposition his body whenever he needed to enter or leave a room through a door way! When he stood up completely, his head rose up over the door jamb, convincing him that he was indeed 7 feet tall. He needed to stand way back in the hallway to get most of his body into the mirror, and even then, his head and neck were cut off. Mason’s stomach loudly growled. Walking slightly hunched over, he went back into the living room and carefully grabbed his phone. Tapping the scream as lightly as he could, he went into his ‘Call Favorites’ and rang up Performance Pizza. After they finally answered, Mason was quick to order the special which was buy one get once free. Knowing how hungry he was and assuming he could always eat it later, he ordered a total of 10 pizzas, with the instructions for the driver to leave them on the porch since he was sick with Covid. After hanging up and knowing he had 45 minutes until they were delivered, he moved back down the hallway to the bathroom in order to take a shower. He was surprised by how much his arm pits and crotch stank. Mason had always prided himself on being one of those lucky people that, no matter how much they sweated, never smelled. Well, that had definitely changed as he inhaled his own odour. Manoeuvring himself in the shower was difficult since the bathtub was so tiny to him now. No matter where he stood or how he turned around, there never seemed to be enough water hitting his body. Eventually, he would need to get a new shower in his own place. One that had two shower heads at different angles. Doing his best, he soaped himself up and rinsed himself off. Grabbing a towel, he pulled the hook from the wall, still not used to his own strength. While he dried off, he thought of the things that he would need Vince to bring him later that day. He would definitely need new clothes, underwear, and new sneakers. It didn’t matter what they looked like. Since the Herkalor IV was now out of his system, he could go shopping on his own later for better things to wear. He just needed something to cover his naked body. When the pizza eventually arrived, Mason waited 4 minutes for the driver to leave before moving his naked body onto the porch to pick up the boxes. Having to stoop over so much was proving to be painful on his lower back, and he longed for the time when he could have enough money to buy a house that had 15 foot ceilings! Instead, he sat on the floor with his pizza and ate. As he tore into the pizzas, he was amazed by how hungry he truly was. Before he knew it, he had devoured five of them and was on his sixth with no sign that his hunger was ebbing. In fact, he felt even more hungry. Slice after slice, he shoved the pizza into his mouth, loving the taste. Very soon, he had opened the final box of pizza, and began to eat that one as well. In minutes, the entirety of it was gone, and Mason released huge belch into the air. Standing, he moved into the kitchen in order to grab something to drink from the refrigerator. Carefully opening it, he took out a 12 pack of beer and one by one quickly drank them all. Finally feeling somewhat satisfied, he moved back into the living room and grabbed his phone to call up Vince. “Hey, man! How's it going?” “Good. Ordered the stuff that I’ll need. It should arrive after 6 this evening.” “Great. Glad to hear it. When are you heading over here?” “I’m going to see my Mom in the hospital, and then I’ll meet you. Maybe around 4?” “Try a little earlier.” “Okay. I should be able to.” “Need for you to pick me up some clothes. Sweat pants and shirt will be fine. Maybe an XXL in each?” “XXL? Did you grow more?” “Yeah. Just a little.” Mason smiled. He’d wait till Vince was here and could see him before telling him the full truth. “I’ll need some underwear too. Briefs. With good support.” “Okay…” “Yeah. You're definitely going to be jealous when you see what I’m packing now.” Mason stroked his cock. “Yeah?” “Yeah. Can’t wait for you to see it. Maybe if you’re a good boy, I’ll let you eat some of the feed… grow up to be big and strong like me! Get that tiny cock of yours some real proportions!” “How big you packing?” “You’ll never believe it.” “Tell me.” “I got 14 fuckin inches of meat.” “Fuckin hell!” They spoke for another minute before Vince had to go see his mother in the hospital. Lazily, Mason turned on the TV and scrolled through Netflix, trying to find something of interest to watch to waste time. Leaning against the broken couch, he started this reality show about glass blowers that kept his interest for a while, until about 5 minutes in, his heart began to pick up speed. Beads of sweat erupted from his forehead as his cock rapidly hardened. Suddenly hyper aware of his own body, he began to feel minute tics and spasms taking place in various areas of his body. Grabbing the remote as carefully as he could, his bicep flexed and jumped. Quickly shutting off the TV, Mason went to stand up, but a sharp pain in his lower back had him collapsing to the floor again. Mason took several deep breaths. HIs cock, as hard as it had been when he drilled a hole in the wall with it, began to leak as his bull sized balls began to churn. His lower back spasmed again as severe pain radiated up and down his spine. Then, with slight fear and a groan that he tried to hold back and deny, Mason felt his cock start to stretch and grow once again.

Chapter 7: Dads Turn Later that night Daniel was furious that his father was going toe to toe with all his progress, it was humiliating having his dad beat him in wrestling. Unfortunately for John that meant that Daniel was thinking of doing just one thing tonight. Texting John to come to his room in the middle of the night when their father had for sure gone to bed he started prepping for his next spurt of growth. Stripping bare naked he stared at his reflection jerking to himself while he waited. John enters the room catching his first sight of his brothers naked body since coming back home. Taking it all in he could see he had definitely made some progress while he was away and it was hot seeing it. "Get over here dweeb I need to be worshiped!" John hurried over to his Daniel quickly starting to grope his brothers 19 inch biceps kissing them as he flexed. While John was indeed enjoying the pleasure of Daniel hot body he could sense all the rage hidden underneath his fragile ego. He was afraid what might happen if he let his brother loose with more growth. From that point on Johns mind had subconsciously hindered the growth that it would give to his brother. Still wanting to enjoy some fun he let Daniel have some growth but wasn't going to let it get out of hand. Time went by and John began sucking his brother off while he was busy admiring himself in the mirror. Daniel could feel the pounds packing onto his body visibly looking fuller by the second, he loved the rush it gave him making him grow cockier. They then fell into a routine of Daniel thinking he's blowing Johns mind with the sex and then letting John worship his growing body until Daniel tires himself out. His stomach grumbles from all the fucking he had been doing and decided to have a snack while John rests in his bed. Going down to the kitchen he made himself a quick snack which then quickly turned into a whole meal due to the size his body currently had Gorging himself on whatever he could find in the fridge and pantry. Meanwhile Sebastian was waiting impatiently for his chance to strike every night. He had been ready to make a move his cock aching as he could feel the effects of Johns powers grow stronger while his brother fucked him it took everything he had in him to not let his inner alpha take over and barge in on them, although Sebastian thought that wouldn't be a halve bad idea. Seeing Daniel leave his room Sebastian felt his heart skip a beat as he knew it was finally time. Walking into Daniels room wearing what was one size to large for him was now skin tight on his frame from all the growth John had given him during the night. "D-DAD IS THAT YOU!" Sebastian does a double biceps pose ripping the sleeves of his shirt wide open. "The one and only sport!" John could see the look of glee on his fathers face as his biceps exploded out his shirt. He was at a loss for word. "Was he dreaming?" he thought to himself. Suddenly remembering where he was in Daniels room, he immediately tried to explain himself. "Dad I can explain it's not what it lo-" Sebastian interjects "Oh your going to tell me your not sleeping with your brother and he's not using you like his personal property?" John astonished replied "Wait how did you know all that?" "Sport did you really think I wouldn't hear all the racket you two would make and not think to check what's been going on. Which also means I know all about your powers sport." Johns face flushes red realizing what his dad knew he had been growing him all summer. "I thinks it's time I thank you for all you've done for your old man sport, if that's alright with you?" John could see his fathers swelling member in his pants looking ready to burst right out of them. He simply nodded staring at his fathers handsome face. Sebastian crouches down to John and caresses his face with a soft touch. "Daddies been waiting all summer for this." Locking lips with John, Sebastian could feel sparks fly as he literally inches upwards in height from just one kiss. Not wanting the kiss to stop John hops from the bed wrapping his entire frame around his fathers sculpted body. His father having no issue support the full weight of Johns body. Continuing their kiss John attempted to claw at his fathers clothes attempting to get them off of him as fast as possible. Breaking their kiss Sebastian stops John. "Oh no sport leave them on I love exploding out of them!" John could feel himself get even harder than a diamond spurting pre cum on his fathers shirt. "How's about you feel what it's like to be treated right sport!" His father ripped his shirt clean off him in one clean motion. Laying him down on Daniels bed he starts from Johns ears nibbling on them, then kissing his way down going from his cheeks to his neck softly biting into him. Sebastian knew he was doing a good job since he could feel the intensity of Johns power welling up inside him. His clothes were growing tighter he could feel himself ready to burst right through them. Standing back up he towered over John looking down at him Grabbing Johns pecs in each hand he began kneading the muscle John had built up. "Damn sport your on your way to building a chest just like your dads!" Sebastian bounced his swelling pecs sending a button flying from his shirt revealing the growing cleavage underneath it. John only moaned "more!" at the sight he just saw watching his fathers pecs push open his shirt. Going back down Sebastian felt the back of his shirt rip as he licked down Johns abs reaching his happy trail. Finally getting to Johns member he wrapped his lips around his cock head expertly sucking on it teasing John with his tongue. John was experiencing more pleasure than he ever did with Daniel and it was having great effect on his powers. He could feel his fathers grip on his thighs get tighter as the sound of ripping filled the room. His fathers mouth was making quick work already getting John close. Blowing into his fathers mouth Sebastian swallowed his load. Standing back up Sebastian once again posed a double bicep this time turning his long sleeve short into a shoulder length, his veiny arms now on full display. John couldn't help himself getting up and gluing himself to his fathers arms tracing every vein with his tongue trying to dent his fathers arm with his hands but no success. His father began hoisting him up with just one arm showing his improved strength. When John got back his footing he noticed a smell all to familiar from the times he would have to do laundry. Following the scent he buried his face into his fathers pits getting to smell the full aroma of his fathers musk. Sebastian felt the deep breathes that John was taking and looked down seeing him still leaking cum on his pants. Letting John continue he guides Johns hand to his exposed chest bringing it to the upmost button still clinging on. Giving a hard flex buttons fly off one by one his body swelling faster as it was clear just his scent was driving him crazy. Alerted by the noise John stop lapping up Sebastian's sweat and pull himself from his pit. Looking down he sees his fathers shirt now wide open most of the buttons from it on the floor and his father looking down at him giving him a hungry look. John understood what he wanted so he start sucking on his dads chest twisting his nip as he traveled down his light haired chest and abdomen. Each individual ab felt like granite with deep grooves in between each one, the way they shimmered in the moonlight only further excited John seeing how amazing they looked. Finally getting to the top of his fathers jeans he squeezed Sebastian's firm bulge feeling it pulsing at his touch. Eventually as he was rubbing it, his fathers member ripped free from the zipper containing it even going through his underwear in the process. Looking up at his father with a smile Sebastian gently rubbed his head coaxing him to give him what he wants. Taking his fathers cock in his mouth he feels it taking up most of his mouth struggling to even get halve of it in. "Shit sport, you better reel in those powers of yours. I know you haven't had a lot of practice but try holding off on growing my cock." John let out a reassuring moan as he was still sucking away slowing down to try and focus on growing everything but his fathers already big member. As the time went on Sebastian could feel the rest of him growing as his thighs began pressing against each other, his jeans riding up his legs turning into ripped shorts. He was loving every second of his clothes getting progressively tighter on his body. As John was getting better at sucking him off he could feel the build up reaching it's end as he began moaning trying not to make too much noise just yet. Exploding his seed into John he exploded out his jeans and what was left of his shirt leaving his sweaty muscles on full display. Panting from the intense orgasm John just gave him he thanked John "Shit sport I think that may have been one of the best I've ever had!" Picking up John from the floor he gave him a deep kiss holding him tightly. Still rock hard his dick slapped against Johns back. Breaking the kiss John spoke "You up for another round?" eagerly rubbing his ass on his father cock Sebastian replied grabbing Johns firm ass "Shit sport why do you think I worked in all those squats into your workouts!"

Chapter 6: Daniel Comes Back Home Daniels screams "IM HOOOOOME!" opening the front door entering the house. Walking the corner to the stairs he sees his dweeb of a brother standing there "Hey there's my little dweeb." Daniel walks over to John "Grabbing him in a head lock flexing his arms" John taps on Daniels shoulders. "Bro let go!" "Alright alright have it your way, but I know you've missed these." Daniel flexed his now 19 inch biceps in Johns face watching his brothers eyes bug out his face at the size of his arms. "I've been pumping them as big as I can, just for you so you can pumpem even BIGGER!" Daniel could see John starting to tent in his pants. "Woah there calm down dweeb there will be plenty of time for that tonight, but what if dad sees us?" John agrees calming him self down. "So where is the old man anyways I'd love to show him all the progress I've made while away from home." Reluctant to answer Daniel not knowing how he'll react to hearing their father has been using "his" gym. "Ummmm he's in the gym... and he's been saying the same thing about you?" A twitch happens on Daniels face as he grabs his brothers hand forcefully. "You haven't been growing dad have you? I told you your all mine you hear me!" John lied in hopes of calming his brother "I promise I haven't done anything to dad, okay bro?" he didn't like when his brother would treat him like an object that was his. Choosing to believe his brother he let John off the hook. "Let's go and join dad for this workout." Walking into the their home gym Daniel was astonished at the improvements that their Dad had made to the room adding many different pieces of equipment ready for use and several new weights. Then catching a look at his father he was blown away at the man he was looking at, instead of seeing his wimp of a father standing in his place was this foxy muscular daddy. "DAD IS THAT YOU?!" He almost thought he was seeing things since his dad looked visibly taller than he remembered looking down at his shoes he breathed a sigh of relief to see he had been wearing a pair of elevator shoes the old man must have been trying to make up for being shorter than him. Although he was unaware that his father had made adjustments to them to help him hide his added height. The moment Sebastian had been waiting for had finally arrived, instead of seeing Daniel come home with a shit eating grin he could see the intimidation seeping into Daniel as he took in all the progress that he could clearly see in Sebastian's skin tight work out clothes. "Whats the matter sport cat got your tongue, come and give your old man a hug!" Daniel didn't know what came over him but he followed his fathers simple phrase like he was being commanded too. Even though he was still slightly bigger than his father both in terms of height and weight he felt like he was being completely wrapped in an ocean of masculinity as his fathers tight grip squeezed the air out his lungs and as he breathed back in he was hit with the full blast of his fathers musk which he felt was even stronger than his own. Releasing Daniel from his embrace he patted him on the should physically nudging him not used to his increased strength from last nights bit of growth. "Whoops sorry about that sport guess your pops just doesn't know his strength sometimes." Daniel jokes around trying to maintain his own sense of being an alpha as he reciprocates nudging his father back but when his hand collides with his fathers hard shoulders his father didn't even budge an inch. Looking at his old mans face he could see the smirk on his face grow wider. "Well as much as I'd love to sit here and catch up, John and I have still got a workout to finish." "The dweebs working out too!?" "Oh yeah you should see the work he's put in, ever since you left he's been trying to get huge just like you." Taking a look at John who had been doing some bicep curls while he'd been conversing with their father he could see the bulges on his arms as he did his curls. Daniel felt a sense of pride inspiring his brother to follow him in his quest for growth but was curious as to why John hadn't just grown himself, yet in the presence of their dad he couldn't ask. "Well guess I'll join you two then I'm not letting you beat me yet old man!" As they all worked out John was in muscle heaven as his brother and father were both clearly competing for his attention throughout their whole workout. Constantly butting heads trying to out lift each other and seeing who could do the most reps. John was salivating as he watched his father and brother doing cardio his brother on the treadmill and his father on the step master. Daniels pecs would bounce every step he took and his fathers firm ass would jiggle as he climbed those stairs, All John wanted to do in that moment was bury his face in both areas. Then they went as far as having tests of strength trying to see who was the strongest, Sebastian and Daniel started with arm wrestling clasping their hands both straining with all their might veins popping up on their arms trying to out due each other. Although Daniel won the first match thanks to his bigger arms. Their father took the lead as he seemed to not feel any strain no matter how many more times they played a match, win after win their fathers ego was inflating as Daniel was starting to feel small in comparison to his father. Not wanting to be outdone so completely Daniel challenged their old man to some good old fashion wrestling unaware that their father had actually done wrestling in his college days. Embarrassingly for Daniel it was a complete massacre as his dad effortlessly won every time, Daniel having to tap out every time unable to break free from his fathers different holds. "Phew that was fun sport haven't had a match in a LONG time" Sebastian further drilled in the fact that he was rusty and still beat Daniel. Daniel masking his deflating ego said "Yeah yeah old man but at least I'm still bigger." "Now that you mention it sport you did put on some decent size how's about we have John take our measurements" Both Sebastian and Daniel looked over to John John could feel himself melting as both his sweaty pumped father and brother looked at him both eager to hear their own sizes. First up was Daniel who insisted on going first wanting to quickly recover from the blows to his ego. After John took all his measurements they noted them down Daniel Height: 6'1 Arms: 19 inches Chest: 44 inches Waist: 32 inches Thighs: 30 inches Next up was Sebastian who John seemingly took much more time measuring gawking at the density of his muscles. Sebastian Height: 5'10 Arms: 17 inches Chest: 40 inches Waist: 30 inches Thighs: 28 inches A thought crossed Sebastian's mind "Maybe there's something else we could measure? Shit probably not yet thought don't want to ruin the surprise just yet." instead of acting on it he decided it would be best to wait to get the most impactful reveal for both John AND Daniel. After having taken their measurements Daniel felt a sense of worry seeing his fathers massive gains in the past 6 weeks. "Had he been hooking up with John this whole time to get this size." Daniel thought to himself Daniel shot a glare at John jealous at the thought that his brother grew anyone other than him. "Hahah SQUIRT guess your old mans almost got you beat in the size department." Daniel could the see glee his father felt as he made that comment it made him feel...small, even weak. An overwhelming sense of dread washed over him seeing his father already past his prime quickly gaining all the hard work he put in the past year and here he was doing it in just 6 weeks. He had a sneaking suspicion that John might have something to do with it, but it still stung the same. John excused himself needing to attend one of his online class zoom sessions leaving Daniel alone with his father. Daniel felt a burning question welling up in him no longer able to wait for his answer. A little angry in tone Daniel spoke "How the hell did you grow so fast, you've using John haven't you dude!" Taken a back at the tone his own son was using with him Sebastian steeled his resolve puffing out his chest ready to go toe to toe with his cocky son. "Woah there squirt watch that tone with me, last time I checked I'm not some DUDE I'm your father you better start remembering that and second what do you mean using John we've just been working out. Guess I just never finished my growth spurt growing up how else would you explain it?" While it was the truth, Sebastian left out the part about him indeed growing thanks to Johns powers. Daniel felt fear struck him as his dad gave him a stern look instantly backing down. "Sorry pops don't know what came over me." Clearly not wanting to give away the info his father actually already knew he agreed chalking up his gains as some wild growth spurt. "It's all water under the bridge now come here and give your old man a hug!" Daniel knew his father wasn't asking but actually commanding him this time, so he did as he said. Sebastian firmly wrapped his arms around Daniel squeezing him in his vice grip bringing his lips right up to Daniels ear. "This growth spurts not stopping any time soon SQUIRT." Releasing him from the hug Daniel felt like whiplash had hit him as he wasn't sure if he correctly heard what his father had just said to him. Sebastian saw Daniels shit eating grin disappear from his face giving him a knowing look as if he was telling him dads in charge now. On Daniels end it felt like even though he was still an inch taller than his father he was actually looking up at the raw power house that his father had become, he gulped at the possibility of his father growing further.

Chapter 5: Dad finally scores Over the next few days Sebastian started working from home not wanting to risk a hulk out in public. This made it increasingly difficult to hide his gains from John its was becoming too obvious that he was getting big way to fast. So he made up a dumb lie that his work schedule getting in the way of his workouts with John and he had started wearing baggier clothes to hopefully not alert John to his added mass from whatever dream induced growth he had experienced. Sebastian was thankful though as he had finally made it to the day before Daniel would arrive home and he could put his plan into action. No longer would he have to hide his insatiable lust for growth in front of John and he'd finally be able to put Daniel in his place. While that might not have been possible at his current size he knew he could change that whenever he wanted. While he hid away in his own home John was readying for his movie night with all his college friends all around 23-24 years old, except Tyson Daniels best friend who is 25. One by one they arrived at his house and they all complimented John on his gains, they never once thought that John would be the type to try putting on some mass and they were all proud of him, even Tyson egged him on pushing him to try and grow like his brother. The night progressed and they were sat on the couch as the credits rolled on the film, when suddenly Sebastian came down the stairs completely forgetting John had his friends over. One of Johns friends blurts out "Woah you didn't tell me your dads jacked John" everyone follows suit as the attention has all been drawn on his father. All of Johns friends were quickly enamored with his dad as they were also muscle lovers like him. As much as John wanted to be mad at his father for breaking up his night, he couldn't help but feel happy seeing his father being showered in compliments since he never seemed to bring anyone special home he knew his dad must have loved the attention. Sebastian spoke "Sorry sport didn't mean to steal the show." John replied "No worries pops have fun." John not sure if he could handle the scene of watching his father being showered in appraisal thanks to his body retired to his room saying bye to his friends since they were all about to leave anyways Sebastian was getting bombarded with question after question about his body happily ready to answer them all. He quickly noticed the intense gaze that Tyson was giving him the whole time, he felt flattered that Tyson was clearly enjoying looking at his body so he decided to throw him a bone. In the middle of him holding the rooms attention he raised up his bicep and gave it a flex, the sleeve of his shirt rode up his arm as his pumped arm bulged veins spreading across it. He gazed into Tyson's eyes daring him to touch his arm. clearly overwhelmed Tyson excused himself running to the bathroom needing to relieve himself. Walking out the bathroom Tyson realized that everyone had already left so he was the only one left with...Sebastian. He could feel his heart skip a beat as Sebastian came out of the kitchen stuffing his face with one of his prepped meals. Before Sebastian could even get a word in Tyson tried to leave before he melted right into the floor staring at Sebastian's sweaty post workout pump. "I'll be heading out now sir I'll be back sometime when Daniel comes home, good night. Sebastian obviously flustered thinking of the fact that this was his sons best friend felt conflicted. The more he thought about the conflict it seemed to resolve itself remembering how much of an ass Daniel was becoming recently Sebastian could feel all the frustration he built up over the years since his wife left him boiling over as the affects of Johns powers had skyrocketed his libido. Sebastian thought to himself "You know what fuck Daniel I'm a man with my own needs and if his best friend is clearly wanting something from me I'm NOT gonna say no!" "Sir huh, I can get used to that Tyson. You wouldn't want to stay the night over would you, I'm sure Daniel would love to have you here when he gets home." Tyson struggles to even answer as Sebastian is grinning looking directly into his eyes like a hungry beast. "Ummm-...I-" Sebastian already knew what he was trying to say. "Maybe I need to be more specific, would you like to stay the night with ME." Still at a loss for words Tyson could only respond with a nod saying yes. Sebastian grabs Tyson by the hand leading him to his bedroom. Tyson followed like a lost puppy as he was drooling watching the shirt on Sebastian's muscular back sheen with the sweat from his nightly workout. "Was this really happening?" Tyson thought to himself, but deep down he really didn't care this was an opportunity he would not let go by him. Finally getting some confidence in himself as Sebastian shut the door behind them locking it, he drew close to Sebastian's bulky frame helping Sebastian take of his wet shirt. The overwhelming scent that filled Tyson's nose egged him on further as he wrapped his arms around Sebastian's thick neck pulling himself in for a kiss. Like a feather Sebastian picks up Tyson holding him in a tight embrace enjoying his first kiss in so long. Laying Tyson slowly and carefully on the bed he nuzzled his check with the scruff on his beard then commanding in a whispering tone into Tyson's ear "I'd like would like some worship." Not having to be told twice Tyson swapped places with Sebastian now sitting atop his hard abs. Burying his face in Sebastian's hefty cleavage Tyson was losing himself to the muscles he so desperately craved. Using both of his free hands he felt the supple yet firm muscles underneath the thin layer of fat that coated Sebastian's pecs. In response Sebastian flexed them hardening into granite, as Tyson tried kneading them in his hands it was as if any fat had dissipated no longer able to make a dent in Sebastians chest. Next Tyson moves onto Sebastian's 18 inch biceps licking them all over tracing the veins that snacked across them with this tongue. Sebastian clearly enjoying the worship he was getting, made him feel that Tyson deserved a reward. Grabbing Tyson's head he firmly pressed it into the cavern that was his pit. Tyson instead of protesting began huffing Sebastians musk licking up any residual sweat left over from Sebastian workout. Tapping on Sebatians well defined shoulders, Sebastian released Tyson from his grip. "Fuck you taste good Sir." "Your damn right I do, come give me a taste." Tyson positions himself back on Sebastians abs locking lips with Sebastian again whose tongue easily takes over Tyson's mouth. Now getting impatient Sebastian grabs Tyson's ass breaking the kiss. "Takem off!" he commanded Bringing down his pants Tyson excitedly moved on tugging at Sebastian's shorts pulling them down enough to let Sebastian's cock head pop out. A single drop of cum leaked out causing Tyson to dive down and wrap his lips around it. Sebastian let out a guttural moan in response, quickly regretting his lack of self control remembering they weren't home alone. "Shit I forgot about John, we gotta keep quiet Tyson." Tyson replied with a low mhh hmm as he didn't take his mouth off Sebastian's cock at all. Grabbing the lube from his drawer he applied a good amount of it on Tyson's ass and his finger as he began loosening up Tyson as he was being blown by him. The further deep his finger went the more Tyson moaned as he began choking on Sebastian's member. Finally feeling he was ready Sebastian released Tyson from his cock letting him catch his breath as he sat on his knees spreading them out. Then embracing Tyson from behind as he brought Tyson's ass to his dick sliding up and down his crack applying copious amounts of lube to it. Slowly entering Tyson he began rhythmically thrusting into him making sure he was okay slowly picking up speed. Meanwhile in the other room. John was rudely awoken as Sebastian and Tyson were not being as quiet as they thought they had been as the board of the bed hand been banging against the wall sending all that sound directly into Johns room. Groggily John sat up beggining to listen to the noise and quickly realizes what was happening his fathers room. "Holy shit, dads actually scoring right now." This had come as quite the shock to him as his dad had never brought anyone home for all their lives while they lived in his home. But here was his muscle bound father now plowing whatever lucky soul got to be on the receiving end. Before he knew it he was rock hard as he continued to listen to the sounds of his fathers moans having the time of his life. Without a chance to realize his powers already activated not able to suppress them and he could feel them ready to run rampant. He knew he would have to take care of this quick or else who knows what would happen. Thanks to the show already being put on by his father not much was left to his imagination as he could clearly fantasize exactly what was happening in his fathers room. As he jacked off, the pounding against his wall seemed to be getting harder and his fathers voice seemed to boom louder, the moans of pain and pleasure of his partner for the night increased in volume and pitch. Finally he exploded all over his sheets, everything going silent around him. Back in Sebastian's room. Sebastian had just finished blowing his load into Tyson and noticed something was off, Tyson looked...smaller. Looking at the mirror in his room he could see himself and saw his that in the height of his fun he had failed to realize he was growing while fucking Tyson but it wasn't so obvious that Tyson would realize. Still hard he lays down and lets Tyson jerk him off his post growth 9 inch dick multiple times as they kiss in bed coated in the multiple volleys of cum coming from Sebastian's eruptions until he finally goes limp. Tyson nuzzles himself in Sebastian's pit breathing in his musk, plastering his body against Sebastian much larger frame as they both lull themselves to sleep. Just as Sebastian was finally drifting off to sleep he felt the cold night air hit his feet as they pushed out from under his sheets hanging off the bed. "Fuck I grew taller again, Daniel was in for a BIG surprise tomorrow!" Sebastian thought to himself, smirking to himself watching Tyson clinging to him like a koala.

Okay, so I didn't intend for this to take like, nearly three years for me to post a second part. I originally had a very strong idea for where I was going to take this, but then when I put that to the page, it just didn't sit right on from the previous chapter. Hard to explain. I ended up scrapping that chapter, and will probably use that idea next instead. I've been really struggling for some time as a result as to where to even take this. I just haven't had the right mindset to know what to do with it. But, inspiration finally struck last week. I've been writing and subbing it furiously and now I present to you, Chapter 2. Once again, any feedback, feel free to slide into my DMs or reply using a comment. And for those of you saying I'm not really describing the reporter's body, there's a reason for that! It's so you guys can imagine yourselves in the situation. I personally find stories way too restrictive when they immediately describe how "you" are built. It may be something I end up adding, but not now. CHAPTER 2 Minutes pass, I stare at the ceiling, not really doing much. I just stare. I have to digest everything that’s happened. I’ve just had one of, if not the world’s richest royal shoot inside me, and while he did that, he was 500lbs of muscle. In the time it’s taken us to get acquainted and have sex, his family have probably made over another billion dollars. I hear him let out a sigh, his voice is a slightly higher timbre than it was just five minutes ago. I turn my head left to look at him and he’s starting to revert back to a ‘normal’ size. Of course, ‘normal’ size in his instance is still around 270, that’s what he said he goes back to. Even his ‘normal’ is absolutely what I wanted in a partner. The growth, the huge size, that was always supposed to be a fantasy. Until now. I had just been fucked by a corrupt Middle Eastern royal, he had admitted to me he spends billions on himself rather than his own country, siphoning off oil money for his own whims and pleasures. I stare around the room, everything is painted with gold leaf, he is spending billions on himself, a corrupt ruler, a dictator. I’m not afraid to admit I like it. There’s this expectation in society, really, that it’s ‘wrong’ or somehow ‘not right’ to want wealth and power. It’s seen as bad, you’re seen as morally bankrupt, to possibly be attracted to someone of unbelievable wealth and unchecked power. But the truth was before I had even discovered what my muscle fetish really meant, I was jerking off in my teenage bedroom to Arab Sheikhs and Princes. I would look up the net worth of these families, all totally hidden. So then I’d read articles about their lavish lifestyles. One experience which confirmed to me my sexuality, in terms of greed, was reading about a Saudi Sheikh who had travelled to the UK with a spare plane for his cars and bags. The article estimated that the family must make “at least £4bn a month” and I remembered shooting my load everywhere. These guys had everything, the world at their feet. Deep down, I was a left of centre republican (that’s in the European sense, American readers). Maybe the prospect of inherited power and wealth was the reason that turned me on so much. I was disgusted by the thought that someone should have a nation at their beck and call based on the accident of birth. That’s precisely why it turned me on so much. In my life in London, I had actually on two separate occasions had sex with royalty. One Qatari and one Kuwaiti prince. If you float in the right circles for long enough, you meet these people. They’re everywhere, the families are so huge and spread out across the globe. The first time it happened, swallowing the Kuwaiti Prince’s seed hungrily as he grunted, I came hands free. Nothing like what had just happened to me with the Prince of Thazzan, but the feeling of a direct bloodline to all the power and wealth in Kuwait being pumped down my throat just *did* something to me. Thinking about who I had just slept with, the thought occurred to me, before anything else continued. “How should I address you?” I asked. He laughs, a huge, joyous laugh that filled the room and also faded away as it kept bouncing off the gold-plated decorations on the walls. “I am His Royal Highness, Prince Abdul Al-Aziz Al-Hamza, first in line to the throne and next in the line of succession to the island of Thazzan, at which point, my title gets an ‘His Excellency’ before it.” My brain felt funny, I wondered if it was possible to have a kind of mental orgasm after cumming so many times. He moves his not insubstantial body closer to mine and rolled to face me on his side. He kisses my neck softly. “Let’s skip the pleasantries, shall we?” He pulled back, smirked, “Call me Abdul”. ************************************************************************ He gets up and heads out the room through a connecting door, and comes back a few seconds later carrying fresh robes and national dress. He slides them on to his body, tensing his arms through the fabric and inspecting them himself. “I love the residual effect of this medication,” he looks at me and smiles, “I’ve taken so much of it at this point it sort of accumulates in my system. I haven’t been below 250lbs in months”. “I’m still trying to get over the size of you at 500lbs,” I say, sitting up and looking at my cum stained trousers. “It is great, isn’t it?” He takes a seat back on the chairs, which are not far from where we had been on the floor. “I think the first time I took it, after it had been tested, and those changes started happening, I couldn’t believe it, I didn’t believe it was possible. “The sad part is, there is just no one else who gets it, and being so well known and from such a small nation, I can’t just take a load of pills and then go on a rampage. I could buy people’s silence, but at the end of the day, a growing Prince is always going to eventually spread rumours. “I joined the muscle growth forum as a way to get out my frustrations, to realise I wasn’t so alone in this idea of getting so huge. I have used one or two prostitutes or even my own staff while this size, but never after taking the medication. “Truth is, one of the prostitutes even asked me at my normal 270lbs why I was so big. I told him I wanted even more, and he said he couldn’t understand why as any bigger would be ‘too much’. He was removed.” I wonder in what sense he means removed, as in, removed from the roster of people who serve royalty in sex, or removed as in, well, buried somewhere in the desert outside the city. “Oh, your trousers,” he exclaims, cutting off my train of thought, “do you need a new shirt as well?” “I don’t think so.” “Let’s just get you a new everything, probably easier.” He leans from the chair to pick up the bundle of my clothes. He lifts the phone on the table between the two chairs, speaks some Arabic into it while reading my clothing size labels. He puts the phone down. “Lucky for you I have suits from before my growth around your size. Do you mind Armani?” I laugh, “well I mean it’s a lot better than the stuff I was wearing.” “No, I meant as in, it’s cheap stuff,” his voice trails off. There’s a slight awkwardness in the air as the differences in our backgrounds are so stark based on one throwaway comment. “I’ve just thought,” he continues, “isn’t this your final day here? What will you do?” I look at the recorder on the floor, the batteries scattered across the room. I look at him, those dark, beautiful brown eyes and perfect face, white teeth. His neck absolutely bulging at the seams of his robes. I look around the room, past him, I think about the situation I’m in. “Honestly,” I pause, letting out a deep breath, “I have no idea. This situation is all just so fast and yet it’s everything I’ve ever wanted.” “You’re still sitting in your own cum and you covered yourself in it. I can see that.” He says, flatly. “I’ve no idea how this *should* even work, what are you even offering? What’s your angle? What is -“ I gesticulate, “this?” He laughs, a broad, rich laugh. It’s beautiful. “For the past five or so years I’ve been taking these pills and then masturbating furiously on my bed as I expand, thinking about how amazing it would be to share this with someone.” My heart races, he continues. “This is fast, I know, but I want this. And I think you want it too.” He looks at my cum soaked body. I nod, not breaking eye contact with him. There’s a quiet knock at the door to the room from the corridor. He barks something in Arabic incredibly aggressively. From my limited understanding it sounds like there’s a swear word in there. He turns back to me. “I want you.” He says. I let it hang there, choking on whatever I would say. My breath quickens. “Before you say anything, my friend, I know, this is a fast situation but let me be perfectly clear, now that I’ve found someone as turned on and into this as me, I do not want to lose you or lose contact with you. There’s a part of me which doesn’t even want to let you out of my sight.” I swallow, hard. “Sorry, that sounded controlling. But you get my drift. We can split our time between here and London. We’ll have to see how the situation plays out with your friends and family, although my immediate reaction is to keep everything private. I will be ruler after all. “If you choose this life, I’ll employ you as an adviser to the Kingdom, but that’s for show. To all intents and purposes, you’re my man. You’ll live a total life of luxury and never have to work again. Have you ever been with Arab royalty before?” “Yes.” “Well you see, things are very different -“ he catches himself, “wait, what?” “I actually have,” I reply, “a Kuwaiti and a Qatari.” His smile broadens immensely. “Oh wow, the British boy does have a type, doesn’t he?” He lets out a large laugh. “Yes,” I quietly admit. “I mean I was about to show off with my lavish lifestyle but it seems you’ve become accustomed to this anyway,” he smiles, “this is most unexpected, well done you.” I beam back at him. “I mean, the Thazzani royals are immensely more wealthy and powerful than others. Everyone references Saudi Arabia and Qatar, but no-one talks about how much deeper our oil reserves go. Same size oil field underneath us, but we’ve got so much more than our neighbours. It helps. “I wake up on a morning, and if I want something I can have it within hours. The other week out of sheer boredom I bought a new Lamborghini, only 110 have been made. It was millions and even at my normal size I struggle to fit behind the wheel, but who cares, right?” I shiver all over, I can’t work out if it’s me being turned on or my body cooling down. “Oh, your clothes,” he says. He gets up and moves over to the door in the corridor, opening it slightly. He doesn’t say anything, takes the clothes, and shuts the door. He approaches me and throws the clothes on to me. “Can I,” I pause, “can I have a shower? Before I get changed? I mean, I am covered”. “Oh goodness, yes, of course, my sincerest apologies.” His British accent, speaking that exact sentence, for the first time almost sounds fake. It’s too polite, too accented. It comes from having the best education money can buy. He picks up the phone and speaks more guttural tones. He replaces the handset. “Okay all staff are in rooms, not corridors, and no one is in my bedroom or my bathroom, let’s go.” We walk to the door, he slowly opens it, looking out. The palace is deserted. I walk alongside him, dirty clothes trying to mop up the cum that’s still dribbling around on my skin, he takes the clean clothes off me. We get into a gold elevator, which quickly applies brakes as he steps in, and are rushed upwards. We cross another hallway to a large set of double doors, he opens them. ************************************************************************ His bedroom is larger than my apartment. I do not live in a small apartment in London, but this single room is four times the size of my place. The bed still dominates this enormous room, being by far the largest bed I have ever seen. The room was, like the rest of the palace, exceptionally modern but with ornate gold elements. A plain, modern chest of drawers had an old fashioned lamp on top. He sees me looking at the furniture. “I always really loved modern,” he says, “but then a few months ago I got bored of modern everything so changed out for some more decorative stuff, but can’t decide if I like this either. Bathroom’s through there,” he points at a large, double width door. “Are all these doors so wide and big because you’re huge when in here?” I ask. “Bingo,” he replies. The bathroom is half the size of the bedroom, still twice the size of my flat. It has a huge corner hot tub, an enormous walk in glass shower, everything you could possibly need to spend hours pampering yourself. I step into the glass shower, set a temperature and strip down. He’s standing in the doorway, even at ‘normal’ size, not far off blocking it entirely. I step into the rainfall of water coming down from the high ceiling. I start working my thumb and fingers close against my body to try and scrape off the cum. There are soaps on a shelf, and I lather up my hands to start trying to remove any remaining residue. In the corner of my eye I see him confidently swagger into the bathroom from the bedroom. He’s taken off his robes and his totally naked body moving around is a sight to see. He’s a big guy, and a huge soft cock flops around as he walks towards the shower. He gets in behind me, also underneath the rainfall of water from the ceiling. Even at this size, he’s taking up a lot of room in this big walk in shower. I step towards him, fairly confident most cum has been removed, I put my arms around his body. I squeeze. I feel the solid mass of his build, he’s an immovable mountain. I look, deep into his eyes and firmly plant a kiss on his lips. We both smile, water trickling off our bodies, in his case, streaming down his immense form. I go in for a deeper kiss, and he burps into my mouth. I step back, disgusted and wretching. I open my mouth and breathe out hard, waiting for water from the shower to rinse out my mouth. I fill my mouth with the water and spit it out, I do it again. I turn around to look at him, frowning. He looks apologetic. “There was a reason I wasn’t initiating the kiss,” he smiles, “my apologies. That always happens just after I take a dose and just before things start happening.” My frown softens. “Did you just…?” “Oh yes. Three,” he flashes me a shark-like grin, “I’ve never taken three, it should double my size.” He’s getting hard from talking about it and I’m already solid. He steps toward me, his huge hand wraps his way around my dick and slowly jerks. “You like this?” He asks, I can see his body slowly starting to swell, I muzzle my head into his hairy chest. I look up at him. “Fuck you’re going to get so big now aren’t you?” I say, restrictions lost, I can talk freely about this with someone, in person. The most I’d ever had were some hot phone calls with guys who wanted to grow. To actually meet a guy, and for it to be happening, was something totally different. He throws his head back, swears loudly in Arabic as I hear cracking from his body. His joints are struggling to contain his quickly accumulating mass. He lets go of my dick and leans against the tiles on the solid wall side of the shower. It’s a good job he didn’t lean against the glass. “It takes my body ages to acclimatise to each increase in dose,” he says, breathlessly, “I’ve been taking two doses for about a year and I’m still adjusting to it.” He presses his whole back against the wall and leans against it, he’s visibly getting really big, his neck is nonexistent as his body keeps swelling larger. His arms are bigger than tree trunks. His legs are forcing each other apart. He lets out a deep cry of pain. “I’m only supposed to take an additional half dose, max, when I want to start training for a higher dose, I should never have taken three in one go,” his joints crack more, he opens his mouth to do deep breathing, his beautiful facial complexion is even looking a tiny bit flushed. He clenches his jaw, swearing repeatedly through teeth in Arabic. “Do you need me to get someone?” I say, my body leaning against his swelling form, his skin is on fire even through the chest hair. “No, no no just let me -“ he lets out a loud animalistic noise, pushes me out the way and convulses forwards. His enormous back is like a platform for the shower water to be collected and run off. I can see the muscles beneath his skin flexing, striating and relaxing. “Grow.” He says in a much, much deeper baritone. He says it towards the floor tiles and it reverberates around the room. He lifts his torso up and stands up straight, struggling to get his balance. I can see from the wincing on his face as he moves around that he is struggling to contain the odd sensations he must be feeling in his new, huge body. His body now looks disgustingly huge, it’s hard to comprehend the sheer enormity of a muscle guy verging on 600lbs. His neck had gone, his shoulders were now the size of my head, his arms, relaxed, are bigger than my waist around. His legs are struggling against each other, forcing his standing position apart. I look at his dick, I could see creamy white liquid oozing from the end. He turns to face me, but his shoulders and arms get caught on the wall tiles and the shower glass. He tries to step back but his slowly swelling form ensures that he’s now wedged. “Oh fuck,” he says in English, a nice courtesy. “You are fucking, grotesque,” I say, “a total fucking monster, a beast, disgustingly huge, and I have never been more turned on.” His dick is now leaking huge sticky drips of cum, getting mixed in with all the water and working its way to the drains. “I have never seen anything like this, even in my deepest fantasies, let me soap you up.” I try, in vain, to get my hands lodged between the immense arms and shoulders and the walls to enable him to push himself free. I soap up my hands more, rubbing them all over his hairy chest, I lather them up again and get to my knees and work on his legs while sucking his dick. I hear him groan in appreciation. “You’re so big,” I say, taking my mouth off his dick. “So, big, this is so good,” he groans, “everything hurts and my body is on fire but fucking look at the size of me. Get off a second, my legs are feeling strong.” I walk back on my knees, watching him place a foot a long way behind the other and seeing the veins and muscles work so hard. His face turns red. He frees himself, he stumbles back onto the tiled wall as a huge bang erupts from the glass wall. Massive cracks have shot across the panes. “Now you’re no longer jammed you look fucking huge,” I say. He steps away from the tiles and beckons me. I move towards him as he lifts me effortlessly by my armpits. It’s like I’m nothing. I do weigh nothing to him. “Wrap your legs,” he growls, calmly. I try and get my legs wrapped around his hips. He forces his huge, royal dick inside me. The footlong that should be breeding women to carry on the royal lineage, but is instead being pushed into me. I scream as he makes me take it to the hilt. “Oh, you’re looser now,” he smiles. I can only let out a yell of affirmation to him. He lowers me back so he’s holding me horizontal, his huge, tree trunk arms supporting my back. I close my eyes and mouth to stop shower water from getting in, and breathe calmly as I start to feel this behemoth of man, larger and stronger than any other human male has ever been, work his way in and out. He holds me still, in mid air, while working his huge, monstrous Arab dick in and out of my hole. “You’re so big,” I yelp. “I am a monster, a freak,” he grunts back at me. “How does it feel to have grown to your biggest?” I ask, my voice rising and falling as he continues slamming into me. He lets out a low groan. “Amazing,” he replies, his pace on my hole getting quicker. “You like it, don’t you, you like being this freak,” I tease. “Yes, yes I fucking love it,” he grunts back, going faster still. “It’s so good to allow yourself to get this big, isn’t it?” I ask. “Bigger is always better,” he replies, changing his pace of fucking. I can feel his dick starting to tense inside me, he’s getting close. “How does it feel to be a huge, monstrous multi billionaire prince, about to be in charge of his country?” I ask. He doesn’t reply, just roars, roars loudly as my hole is flooded. I see every muscle in his body spasm and tense as he shoots his load into me. He lifts me back into his chest. He slides me off him, lifts me up and puts me down, I lean my body into his chest. “To answer your question, it is the world’s best feeling.” He kisses me on the top of my head, my body pressed helplessly against his enormous form. Water raining down on both of us. “And now you’re here, too.”

HEY FOLKS! I am DELIGHTED to share with you, not a work of my own creation, no, but instead one from an incredible friend who doesn't crave the limelight. Still..this is AMAZING. The only way I can describe it is, it FEELS like the stories I found when I was first sneaking on the muscle growth forums as a not quite old enough teen beast it makes my heart race the same way and I LOVE every SECOND OF IT! It's a nostalgic throwback full of incredible growth descriptions and AMAZING characters. ENJOY! Three years of trial and error, of hardship and ridicule from other co-workers. More than seven years dedicated to study and reinvention of biological chemistry. When bosses give him project after project, he works on a side one. Something just for him, something to keep him sane, despite the workplace and workload. He can’t really talk to his co-workers about it, so he tends to talk more by himself. They murmur behind his back, call him mad, “not right in the head”. The higher ups move him down, floors away from the others. Away from the light and the sun. Into a hole in the ground, deep in the basement; a sub basement. Thrown into a room with vats of storage tanks of chemicals. Huge tanks of liquid nitrogen to cool down samples, it keeps them safe for use and inspection. Old heat tanks moderate oil for the winter, many pipes run off to the different boilers in the room. The pipes knock, bang, clank as they violently change temperatures. They whistle different noises. Dim lit old fluorescent lights, that haven’t been changed out in years, still hang on for some unknown reason. They flicker and blink. That is, if he can see them though all the pipes that run around the ceiling twelve feet up. Don't forget the dull hum of traffic about 26 feet above him that travels down the pillars scattered throughout the room. The door opens, a wave of pungent chemicals assault his senses. If he weren't used to them, he might have turned around and headed right back out the door. The temperature is moderate, except for the cloud of haze, which hangs in the air. That dense, cold vapor makes it hard to see things clear. He makes his way further to the back of the room. He notices failed or broken experiments littered on the ground, and rusted old tables from years past deposited down here, forgotten about. Hazmat suits, gloves, and lab coats lay coated, crusted, and burned with chemicals haphazardly strewn on back of old chairs, or on the edges of their old tables. There, in the corner, is his work. His own special project. He’s halted any assigned tasks, not like his bosses ever check in on him anyways. This was all that mattered right now. A caffeine additive for a workout supplement. Distillation beakers slowly drip a heavy, viscous, yellow chemical liquid. Stupid company, they couldn’t see the value of the supplement, they couldn’t see it as the gold mine it was! Instead they put him on a dead-end task to combat some super-flu. Their pipe dream project was all they seemed to care about, all they’d approve funding for! He could be, should be, spending more time on his money-making caffeine additive. So he could quit this lackluster, crap factory job. So he can earn the respect he deserves. Months of test samples from patients around the world. Test this sample, test that sample. More, and more still, are carried in larger quantities during endless hours of the day. This is a more recent sample from a middle age Russian lifter, that undergoes hormone treatments for depression. He neglects to tell his doctors that he was also experiments with Human Growth Hormone, and testosterone boosters. The scientist’s company takes interest in the lifter, because as to record, he has become the largest specimen in the world due to the super-flu. The largest specimens are quarantined to a remote island in the southern pacific. They prevent boats and vessels from reaching inland due to the jagged, dangerous cliffs and rocks. “How is my little baby doing today?” The scientist murmurs to no one as he observes the distillation process. “At this rate it'll take another week of processing. Yes, yes!” As he rants on to himself. “But then we can leave this horrible forsaken job and move, move far, far away from these horrible little people.” *Knock-knock-knock,* echoes around the large room. “My door, someone is at my door,” he spits to himself in disgust. He slams the sample beaker down, it skitters and rolls across the table. It bumps the other caffeine beaker out of the way. A yellow drip falls into it. The knock returns, more rapid this time. “YES! FOOL, DO YOU KNOW WHO YOU'RE INTERRUPTING!” he bellows, then throws the door open. He stands on the other side, he leans on a mop. It’s the janitor, dressed in a brown twill coveralls. His frame is large and heavy from years of lifting. The coveralls zipped half way up, unable to close all the way due to a heavily sculpted and overhanging upper body. A dungy grey undershirt covers what it can, it stretches thin over his heaving pecs. Titanic hands are covered in veins and hair, dense callouses from lifting his entire life. He inhales, his pecs push up into a properly kept beard, thick. It’s salt and peppered to match his head hair. Gray hair sprinkles with white and black hairs. Hair thins going up, fades completely at the top. A matching gray till military flat top cap lays on top of his pumped head. Glasses sit on the bridge of his nose. He peers over the tops of the thin rectangular metal frames. He chews bubblegum, a thick chin and jaw undulates under strong face muscles somewhere beneath that big beard. “What?! What, what what what… wwwhhhhaaaaatt!” spittle foams in the corners of the scientist’s mouth. “I need to snag some tools that I left down here from servicing the boilers earlier,” states the muscular janitor. They stare at each other without an answer. The silence is uncomfortable. Janitor chews his gum loud, he pops some bubbles, twirls the mop handle, waits for an answer. He watches the scientist sour into irritation. “Who is this guy? Doesn't he know who I am! Doesn't he know what I’m trying to accomplish? The audacity of this, this, this…” he mumbles aloud. “Janitor Bruce,” the older gentleman blurts out. Not as an answer, more of an interruption of the rambling thought process, as Bruce barges through the door. He heads towards the back of the room where he’d left his tools.The crazed scientist runs after the janitor, to catch up with the janitor's long strides from his massive, long legs. Colossal feet shoved into some galoshes. They scuff against the floor, footfalls audible. The scientist still mumbles, and follows the janitor around like a security guard that tails a troubled patron in a sensitive high-end electronic store. His grumbles are low enough this time that the janitor can hear his chatter, but can’t tell what he is saying over the noise of the his massive self, and subsequent movement of himself. “Can't let him see, can't let him touch. Too early, too soon. But need subject to test, yes. Yes! A subject, can skip rat test. Nasty, bitey, small, troublesome things.” the scientist deduces. He fumbles his hands, runs over them in manic thought. Then the janitor stops and turns a bit, then lumbers to the nearest boiler next to the beaker table. The scientist shuffles past while the janitor squats next to the hot boiler. He collects his tools that have been strewn about by the scientist. Small scamper sounds probably indicates some big rats, or feral cats that run around down there. The scientist walks up to his liquid experiment. He grabs a canister of distilled water. He snags the beaker that collects another drop of caffeine derivative and pours in the water. He whirls it with a glass stirring rod. He scurries back over to the janitor, and holds out the beaker. “Water!” he squeaks flatly. “Hot, hot, hot down here. There, around here, heaters, boilers, bubble, bubble, toil and trouble. Have to drink. Drink! Hot! Must, muuuusssttt drink.” His nervous twitches are prominent now, as if to conceal something, as if he were inspected by someone. The janitor bends down, crouched. His bags are almost packed, the janitor grabs the beaker, “Oh, yeah. Thanks.” He ignores the scientist, and downs the liquid. “BLECK! What in the hell was that shit?! Bitter lemon something… Ugh that was awful!” The janitor grimaces in disgust. “Drink, drink, energy drink. Citrus derivative. Must need more glucose, fructose, sugar, sugar. Bad, bad bitter, too bitter. Bad for business.” The scientist grumbles. He smacks himself in the head and table. He bangs on the table, until he hears a crash on the ground. The scientist scuttles around to the other side of the table to view what fell. “No, no, bad, bad. Bad taste, bad business. Such a mess. Mess made on the floor, mess made. NO! WHAT?!” He suddenly realizes the mistake, eyes widen to shock. Suddenly the scientist screams in terror, “OUT! YOU! YOU MUST GET OUT! OUT NOW!!” The janitor stands up. He’s collected all his tools now in his large canvas bag. “Yeah, yeah just let me get my bag and I’ll be out of your hair. You should treat your elders a bit better…” The janitor states cooly. He bends back over to pickup the bag… There’s a loud RRIIIIPP. The janitor wasn't shocked or startled, unlike the scientist. He jumps at the noise, and scuttles behind one of the closest pillars. “Well there goes another set of coveralls, here I thought I was cutting down. Guess it’s bulking season, huh youngin’? Phew, it's getting a little warm in here. I think I should service a few of these boilers, check if they run properly. You know, with all those world issues, with that growth flu… I've been working on this old body for years! Lifting, working out, keeping in shape. It's getting harder as the years go by. Then these lucky so-and-sos just get this immense size! What this ol’ grandpa wouldn’t give for some of THAT!” Bruce turns, and looks for the scientist. He gives his arm a flex, observes the sleeve fill up bigger than even he was used to. “Maybe I did more work than I thought today. Gramps got a really nice pump going, come ‘ere and, and… Where you go, little guy?” He searches ‘till he spots the scientist. He hides behind some junk. “Come on out little guy, gramps won’t hurt you. Much.” He smirks with a double bicep flex. With a double rip noise, janitor gramps gawks with mouth agape, as he stares at his busted cloth. It hangs in shreds from his arms. “Something isn’t right here. You. What was in that drink you gave me.” He beelines right for the scientist cowering behind the pillar. Footfalls are much heavier than before. Outlines of his feet and toes showing in the rubber as they've grown inside. The tips look striated. His legs kick the junk loitered around, meaty hand grabs a table and pushes it across the room as he heads right to him. The scientist ducks behind the pillar, as grandpa reaches around it like a hug. His arms having lengthened, grabs the scientist. Bruce hoists him up by the coat. “Tell me what you’ve done to me! NOW!” Grandpa Bruce demands through gritted teeth. The meek scientist squeaks and stammers. He can’t form words. He struggles, and grips the hairy, thick, muscled wrist of the growing elder before him. The older gentleman smirks as he watches the lab rat struggle. Not because of the growth or power that's happening to him, but because of the tent popped in the scientist's trousers. He pulls him in closer, face to face. The scientist closes his eyes tight and flinches. He hides his head as best as possible, and grips the janitors wrist even tighter. He expects a beating, or worse. The scientist is shaken to his core. He doesn't realize the janitor has put him down until the elder speaks, “It’s alright son, this grandpa won't harm a hair on your head. Open your eyes, and gander at what you helped create! I know you like what you see.” Bruce smiles. Warmth radiates from his muscles. “I’m REALLY enjoying it too! I think whatever you've done has made me a bit bigger in that manly area too. This suit is getting really snug down south. I think I've grown some. Look at these legs. Look! They are getting big!” He flexes his legs. The scientist can see the fabric stretch thin. Each muscle group bunches up. Thick and fibrous like a sculpted bodybuilder. More solid than the proudest strongmen. The scientist finally opens his eyes. The first thing that smacks his sight is a thick, bulbous, bulging, growing groin of the elder gramps in front of him. His eyes widen, they full on stare right at the throbbing erection. It forces itself out of the zipper teeth. It snakes around his waist. Two lemon sized balls fall down each pant leg, fill up, and pound larger with each heartbeat. They all push forward by his muscled thighs. The growing elder rumbles, “Go ahead and get your little hands full of this elder muscle man.” As he pulls both breast coveralls apart the zipper breaks apart showing off his chest and muscled gut. His bloated jock spills out. Yes, the drapes match the carpet, which seems thicken with a bushy treasure trail. The thick unkempt hair runs up and gets hidden beneath the undershirt, which has now ridden up to show off his fuzzy, tight navel. The scientist reluctantly reaches out a trembling hand to the jock and touches the sausage. It throbs and grows. It pushes out slow, like a water balloon that fills up steady. From its central area it billows out like a rippled pleasure wave as it fills the janitor, he surges in size. “Oh yes, yes! That’s it. Use those little digits of yours to explore your growing gramps. Dig in deeper, reach under that package and grab those balls. Give them a tug. My god this feels incredible! I feel so strong, so energetic. I feel like my heart is racing, like it's going to thump out of my chest.” As he grabs the scientists smaller hands and brings them up to his chest, right above his heart. The scientist squeaks again as his torso presses against the hard and striated chest. For an older man's chest, it doesn't feel aged or flabby. There below his hands, thumps his powerhouse of a heart. It pushes growth hormone and testosterone laden virus into his veins.Tissues overflow with power and strength, he de-ages, becomes virile again. The chest heaves under his touch as the scientist feels the fabric stretch over the expanding muscles. The neck of the undershirt sags larger, the bottom hem rises. It flashes an inflating, cobbled muscled stomach. It’s now at the scientists eye level. The scientist’s arms stretch high, his hands slip down over the janitor’s chest as it rises taller. He pushes himself into the janitor’s own stomach, the pouch of the growing grandpa giant spills out with the jock holds. It provides no support. Creaks, stretching rubber noises rend the air with an explosion. The galoshes that were on gramps feet blow out like an exploding tire. It scares the scientist, who hightails behind a pillar with a stung leg from rubble cracking onto it. Big gramps also jumps from the noise. Startled, he bumps into the steam pipes above. He breaks and bends them some. He dips back down. This causes hot steam to billow into the room at uncontrolled rates. The elder crashes to the ground. Pipes, scraps of junk, and the metal tables go flying. He splays out like a marionette puppet with its strings cut. He bursts in snorting, booming, chuckle. Spooked from the surprise yes, but he wasn't hurt or cut at all. On the contrary, Bruce is perfectly unharmed. “Look at this. LOOK AT THIS! All this, hard, hairy, strong muscle!” He rubs his hands over his chest and abs. He grabs his thickening nipples and gives them both a twist. A deafening growl emanates deep within his large chest. Another snap. A long wet slap echoes, the few strings which hold the jock together breaks. His thick cock slaps up between his pecs. They lodge in its deep crevice. Wiring hairs curl over the depth of the cock pillar. A large stream of pre flies in an arc over his shoulder. His soccer ball sized testicles spill out onto the cold concrete floor. “Ugh fuck, fuck, I’m so god damn horny. Even my cock and balls are growing! Mmm, m-more bigger.” His hands move down to stroke his shaft and grab at his balls. His strokes cause more grunts and groans. They deepen as his whole body slowly expands. The temperature in the room grows hotter. Steam fills the room with thick heavy air. Droplets of water drip from the broken pipes above the giant man, drip on his hairy frame. Between the water and sweat drops, his body shines in the low light. The scientist finally peeks out from behind the pillar to see the grown janitor surge in small spurts. He watches gramps flex, as Bruce rubs his own hairy body. He writhes in pleasure, breathes deeply with growl, and talks about how it all feels. Thick gray woolen socks stretch, he watches the gramps frame enlarge. Toes flex on each stroke of his cock. His heel widens and frays the back, toes bunch up then stretch and rip though the top. He makes his way back over to the elder and even while he sits on the cold ground. Their eyes are level. “Why don't you help out your gramps and get to worship this body, boy. Start with those growing feet that scared you away! You always stare at the ground, so I know you like em!” The elder says with a lustful command. “RUB!” He growls. The scientist jumps right into it and bends down, hugs and rubs the big, swelling feet. They stretch to the length of the scientist’s thigh, toes that are as big around as his thumb curl and spread. The foot continues to grow, inch bigger and bigger! The last remnants of the sock jerk off, Bruce exposes his bare feet to the air. The scientist gets up and straddles the shin, sits on it. He watches the veins grow, travel over the foot. Patches of hair thicken on the tops of the feet and toes. The steam in the air becomes opaque, as it sizzles even hotter in the room. The boilers kick into high gear. They try to supply more heat to the build, with nothing in return. “Suck on those toes, I can feel your throbs on me. You just started. Maybe you can get that little toe in your mouth.” The pumped elder says with his eyes closed in self worship. Just as the scientist sucks on the toe a staggered groan comes from the elder. The leg the scientist sits on shakes as it swells in a small burst of growth. It bucks the scientist back, he lands against the groin. He watches as both legs stretch and swell. Feet expand, legs lengthen, muscles bunch and grow; you can hear the fibers and bones stretch and grow. The fabric on his legs blow apart like a balloon pop, shred like cheese. Thighs widen and trap the scientist between them. Junk gets kicked away from the feet that send them hurdle across the room in wrecked heaps. Spurts of pre land on the scientist in ropes, as the chest rumbles behind him. The scientist can't handle it, he covers his hands over his cock and cums in his pants. The expanding god surrounds him. Legs three times as long as his body have grown out from the giant. The grandpa’s thigh is now longer than the scientist. “Uh, h-Here we gggGGOOOO AGAIN!” The janitor growls. With a body flex the coveralls tear asunder. He reaches up to the last remaining piece cloth. The grey undershirt miraculously still holds together. Gramps grabs at the neck. He rips the shirt off his torso with a, “GGRRRRRRRRRRRRRROOOOWWWLLL!” His cock fires, stream after stream of pre volleys on to the hot floor. Each time it lands farther and farther away, thicker and more voluminous spurts each time. Tatters of cloth fall down on the scientist, as pre streams down to soak him. The janitors balls lurch and push the scientist away as they take up more space. Coco nuts, bowling balls, watermelons, beach balls shove into the scientist. He watches hair prickle and grow from them. After all, godly grandpas must exhume power and manliness. That doesn't happen with smooth balls! Too enraptured by the growth, the scientist doesn't notice himself pinned to gramp’s inner thigh, squashed under those wiry wrecking balls. He looks back to the scene before him, the biggest cock he's ever seen throbs inches away from his face. He looms in its shadow, as it stretches so high. Thicker than gramp’s waist, he watches as the head flexes and gobs spurt across the room into furniture. Musky smells of sex waft all around him now, they grow stronger, opaque. The janitors arms stretch up, too short to reach the tip. Hands even for him, too small to reach around… For now. Drool drips from the janitors mouth as he strokes his cock, it elicits a growl on each stroke. “Rub grandpas balls little man. He’s got a load brewed to show the world! While you can still reach ‘em.” The behemoth lustfully insists. Grandpa’s pace quickens with furiously long strokes. Each breath his chest rises and doesn’t fall back down. His torso thickens, widens, grows up. Muscle piles on top of muscle as the grandpa’s head pushes higher. Neck muscles thicken and you watch his Adam’s apple bounce with each gulp of air. The chin squares and deepens. It becomes more masculine, thick stubble spreads over, down his cheeks and neck. His cheek bones sharpen and become pronounced features. The nose bridge thickens. The tip becomes a bulbous sphere without loss to any angular sharpness. His engorged, creased head grows along with the deep and powerful voice of the elder. Shoulders push up against the ceiling as the overhead pipes rip out of their wields and anchors, from each of the boilers now. “I’m sitting and I’ve reached the ceiling, AGAIN! So big, but I want so much more! Bigger, yes… BIGGER,” Bruce’s lips drool with lust. Each one commercial boilers kick into higher gears to supply heat to the build. The air is thick and heavy on the lungs, from the amount of hot steam. Glowing flames pierce through the steam from the grates of the boilers. They cause yellow, orange, and auburn lights to dance on the giant’s frame. Titanic shadows adorn the walls of the room show the cacophonous lust of the giant, of the man, of the god. His arms grow to match his torso. Biceps that would dwarf a VW beetle. He throttles his biceps again. His arms grow so much taller, his head in pushes into the pecs. Meaty lips swim with beard and chest hair as he licks the droplets of sweat and steam from his hairs. Bruce leans back against the floor as his feet push into the wall at the end. The floor cracks into spidery webs as he splays out against it. Great big calloused paws, mitts, bearish hands still try to wrap around the tower of his cock. As big as he himself has become, his cock and balls have outclassed him. So much pleasure has built up, his whole cock flares. It pours out a stream as big as a 5 gallon bucket of pre. "Ohhh Fuck the growth is getting stronger! My body feels like it's going to explode with mass. Yesss! Keep growing, don't ever- FUCK, stop!!” The giant’s body quakes with power. He pushes his hands into the ceiling as a surge of growth overcomes his entire body. Bus sized feet and boulder soles crash, push into the far concrete wall. Hiis head and shoulders squash in between both boilers and one another. His fingers larger than oil drums flex like biceps, and dig into the ceiling. “Too much, TOO MUCH POWER! IM GUNNA… GUNNA. W-WATCH ME…” A roar that would shake the building plus few blocks around escapes the maw of the muscled janitor. He thrusts his cock between the ceiling and his pecs. He grinds his obelisk against the squarish slabs, against his corkscrew hair, against the concrete as it crumbles away. A flood of cum erupts from the beastly muscled gramps. You think this story would end here. But oh no… Just as there is more white than any color on the page you read now, there is a hundred times more white expelled from Bruce’s cock. It wasn't even done growing. It’s barely even started. As much cum is it expelled, it didn't end. It only refilled more. Those balls make cum faster than that bludgeon pillar of a cock could expel. So the janitor does the only thing he can, he grips that ceiling and pushes that cock though the ceiling to the floor above. Thrust after thrust, he unloads into another boiler room above. It’s just as empty and desolate as the one they were in. A whole room that would be destroyed by the jets of cum, rocket out of his cock. A room, whose pipes would break again, snap and fray. A room and hallway whose temperature skyrockets, with hot, musky steam. Heavy hot breaths fill the room below. Inaudible growls of lust wrend the air in quakes, as balls slap up and down splinters of concrete. The scientist escapes behind a far pillar in time, before he can be crushed. Drips of sweat, steam, and sex echo though-out the room between howls. Levels of cum rise. They fill the room as the glory hole in the ceiling cracks. Alternate surges of cracks pour down cum, then thicken as the growing cock plugs it back up again. The scientist feels doomed if he stays here much longer. Either the rise in heat would burn him, or building collapse above will bury him alive. It’s time to flee for his life. He trudges through the viscous cum and exits to the world above. One last glance back over his shoulder, he cums again in his pants. He leaves his precious research behind. He ascends the stairs to pull the fire alarm, to get everyone out. Fifteen minutes later, the building is surrounded by police and firemen. EMTs respond to to call. There are murmurs about the heat. How it’s either too hot or too cold. How they all felt a minor earthquake. A few of the patrons described how it smelled like a gym. Firemen gather at the utility stairs to the sub basements, but can’t budge the door. It seems to have been blocked off by a collapse of the foundation. A slurry pumps out from the cracks of the door. This causes some of the firemen to sport erections. Just as they turn around to head back to the truck, an aftershock hits, the stairwell collapses. The ground undulates and cracks. People flee from the underground park area. The firemen run and push people out of the building. Some stand around the exits of the lot. THOOOOOOOOOMMM Something enormous bursts through the ground in an explosion of grey dust and smoke. It crashes up though the car park into the build above. More bursts from the ground. It tears apart as people run away from the building. Windows bust out from the bottom floor up as smoke billows out. Every now and then rubble and office furniture tumbles out. A few minutes of this go by, when a rumble grunt overwhelms the emergency lights and sirens. “UUNNNGGHHHHHH!! OUUUUGHHHHHH!!!” It’s so loud. It pierces everything. The bass howls shockwaves. Birds flee and take flight from around the building. It is so guttural and low. Those close enough fall to their knees. Maybe in disbelief, maybe out of fear, but the way their eyes roll back in their heads tells other tales. The scientist steadies himself against a tree, across the street in a small parking lot. He huffs. He glances upwards, and stares towards what he hopes can’t happen. It can’t be what he thinks it is. “No no no no. This can't be happen… It can't be!” He yelps to himself in disbelief. It can’t be who he thinks it is. Another aftershock hits, the scientist falls to his knees. His eyes widen as an immense figure bursts out the top of the eighteen story building. The giant speaks in a lust addled deafening voice, “"Awwww Shit this feels so DAMN GOOD!!! Grow FUCKIN' HUUUUGGGEEE!!! C-c-can't s-stop. MMOORRREE!” He flexes his upper body like he reaches for something tangible above. With a surge, his body grows in an epic spurt. The building cracks apart, as chunks fall down. Bystanders run and scream as some of the firefighters and men stay, watch, transfixed. “OHHHHNNNGGHHH. FFFFUUUOUGHH FUCK. That's it body, I can feel UNGH, another HUGE GROWTH SPURT COMIN' ON, MAKE THIS MATURE MUSCLEFREAK INTO A GIGANTIC MUSCLEBEAST. C'MON BODY...GRRRRROOOOOOOWWWWW G-GRRRR-GRROOWWWWW!! AAAAGGGNNNNHHHHHHHH!!" Everyone gapes toward the growing giant. He expands up and out into a supreme god as the building crumbles around him. Eventually caught in self pleasure, a tremendous hairy thick base of a cock peeks up out of the rubble flanked by monstrously thick muscled thighs. It quickly chubs up, as it pushes out of the building by its own power and growth. The cock head lands in the street, almost on top of the park. The giant’s eyes flutter with pleasure. The building now in shambles crumbles all around. It sends a dust cloud everywhere. The giant stands there in the cloud. Bruce feels himself up, flexes, growes, growls rumbles. "HOLY FUCK MY COCK IS COLOSSAL!! And it's still G-GROWING BIGGER!! Never imagined my body would get so massive if I caught this growth flu, but UNNGGGHHH I don't want to stop growing! I need more size, more muscle, NNNGGHHFFFF, more cock!! RRUUOOAAUUNGHHHH! SO FUCKING HUUUUUGE!!!!” Huge balls swell with vast reservoirs of manly cum. An audible a water balloon noise being filled violently. Creaks that snap the air like distorted drums. The scientist spots the janitors balls swell. They expand so fast they hit the ground with a shuttering force. The earth below quivers. The giant, addled with lust falls forwards over his convulsing member. The janitor’s bloated hands fall on either side of the park, his face hovers over the scientist. Bruce lays on top of his shaft, his hairy muscled chest traps it below. The janitor sees his little scientist on his knees. The scientist looks up at him and grabs his groin. “Hey there Mr. Scientist. You know, this BIG grandpa should give you a big th-thanks.” As he starts to thrust his row-house sized cock. The janitor digs his hands into the streets, he balls up fistfuls of asphalt like sand. He slams his cock out, and drags it through the street. He howls and growls. Saliva foams, drips from his mouth. It splats next to the scientist. Knowing what’s to come, the scientist books out of the park as fast as he can. As he exits he hears a blast of clear pre take out the tree he used to lean on. It rips through buildings and roads in the path of the stream. While Bruce’s beast jets pre and floods the area, his body pulses larger, bigger, wider. Bruce towers over down-town buildings while he lays on his cock. The monster has decimated city blocks as his fists alone crush a block with their explosive growth. Booming mountain sized feet plow behind the giant. What’s not getting pushed away or destroyed by his feet and legs are getting crushed by the immense balls. They flatten the skyline. Streets flood as the grandpa’s growth accelerates. His accelerated growth fast eclipses buildings with just a finger. Unlimited muscle, power, and lust cascade through his python veins. Nay, his subway sized network of veins. Sweat drips down his hot body. It spreads like a cloud of sex over the city. “Awwww Shit this feels so DAMN GOOD!!! Growing FUCKIN' HUUUUGGGEEE!!! My balls are so fuckin' heavy and massive, I can feel all the cum brewin' in 'em, gonna...HNNG...GGNNNFFFF....HUGE LOOOOAAAADD!! UUNNNGGHHHHHH!! GOTTA PUMP-PU-PUUGHHHH HU-HUGERR!!! Muscles pump and swell. They surge so fast it pushes into his neck and head, his whole face swells. He has to stand up or be choked by his own muscles, the city cracks under his feet the size of a county. The ground buckles under his tremendous weight as his cock surges above his head again. It’s wider than his body as it erects skywards. The gramps stands miles high, the colossal god has to steady himself between his cock and balls. He grips his cock that flows with an immeasurable amount of pre, right before it stops. His balls pull up against his body. The god tries to put a choke hold on his own cock to no avail. "THIS GIGANTIC GRANDPA'S GONNA PUMP OUT THE BIGGEST LOAD THE WORLD HAS EVER SEEN...GONNA COAT THIS STATE IN MY THICK MUSKY LOAD!! HERE IT...HHNNNURRRGGGGHH… CUMS. OH FUCK MY MASSIVE BALLS ARE CHURNING SO LOUD AND...GGNNHHHH… FFFFUUUCK FRRRUGHHHH, SHIT SHIT OH FUCKING SHIT HERE IT COMES, IT’S COMING, IT'S BLOATING UP MY GINORMOUS COCK SO FUCKING BIIIIGGGGGGG. NGGHHHHOOOOOAAAAHHHHFUUUUUCKKKKK! HOLY SHIT, AWWW FUCK YEAH CAN'T STOOOOPPPP CUUUUMMMMMIIIINGGGGG!! YES YES YEEEEEESSSSSSSS! OOOHHHHHHGGGGGGG SO MUCH FUCKING MUSCLE CUUUUMMMMM!!! M-MORE MORE CUMMMMM!!!" Clear across the country, out of a gym, walks Scott and Will. They just met in the gym. Will gave Scott a few lifting pointers. Will isn’t a trainer, just a guy. If someone needed help he’d offer them his know-how. They exchange numbers outside when a meteor shower starts above. That’s weird… It was so bright during the day, they just stood there in awe. Until ash started to fall, they decided they’d better get home. Neither of them drove. No taxis were available on the apps, so they decided to walk home fast. They share almost the exact same route most of the way. After a good two miles they rushed to Will’s place. Instead of parting, Will decides he would instead invite Scott inside. A rainstorm hits. Perhaps it had something to do with the meteors. Scott decides with the rain he better take the invite and heads inside. “Oh, you can call me Brawn by the way,” mentions Scott. His friends call him by that nickname. He shakes hands with Will. Just as they turn towards the house, they hear.. “BIGGEST FUCKING Grandpa on the planet!! C-C-CAN’T s-stop CUMMING!!!! GOD DAMN it’s SO GOOOOOOOOD!!” It rolls like thunder from a distance.

Here's some more sketches involving growth of varying kinds. After a little while longer, I might make this into a full grown comic. This story is super exciting to me, and hope you guys also enjoy the art that comes with it!

Here's some drawings to accompany Bruce and the Scientist! More to come!

This was the first story in this series. I wrote it about ten years ago, I guess. All the other superbeings our hero encounters in this series are all based on guys I had crushes on over the years. When I posted it on the old site, I prefaced it with: Okay, guys, this is my first attempt to write in this genre. It's a bit over the top, but most of these stories are. I drew some of my inspiration from Legionxp's fabulous Super Powers Universe stories, but this world is much more benign. Please be kind. My life had become a big blur. I had a job I loved, but it took a lot of my time and energy. I felt I was really making a difference with what I was doing, but it required long hours. I rarely got to spend time with my friends. I hadn’t had a date in two years. Even though I had a gym membership, I hadn’t darkened the door in months. Unfortunately, my body had suffered over the last several months’ neglect. I had gained weight in all the wrong places. I had to buy bigger pants. I getting really down about it. I had always been disposed to chubbiness, but it was starting to get pretty bad. One evening, as I got home at about 9–an all too frequent happening–as I was about to put my key in the lock, the door to the condo next to mine opened. “Hey, Peter! Just getting home?” It was my neighbour Adam. He was a magnificent specimen. Tall, fair and gorgeous, he had the kind of body one might see in the Greco-Roman pantheon. He always seemed to be wearing the tightest T-shirts he could find, showing off every fibre of muscle on his body. He shoulders were nearly as wide as the doorway. His pecs strained against the fabric. His biceps and triceps seemed to celebrate their liberty from the tyranny of sleeves. As muscular as he was, nothing was out of proportion. No monster he. This was perfection. “Yeah, Adam. A lot of work these days.” “I think you need some time off, Peter,” Adam smiled, his chiselled face forming dimples that bracketed his close-cropped goatee. “I sure wish I could take some!” Adam leaned against the doorframe. His triceps leapt up to form an incredible bulge on his arm. “You have to make the time for rest. All work and no play...” he winked. “Maybe soon you’ll have more time than you think. Listen, you need to get to bed, but come on over one evening this week.” “Thanks. That sounds nice.” The next evening I came in at nine again. And, again, Adam was there in another T-shirt that would stop traffic. “You poor thing,” he said sweetly. You give your all to that job, don’t you?” “Keeps me off the streets and out of trouble.” “You need to plan an early night tomorrow.” “What?” “Leave work at a decent hour and come over for dinner. I’ll bet you haven’t socialised with anyone outside of work in months.” “Well, I’ll try.” “Give me a knock tomorrow night when you come home.” He squeezed my upper arm with his hand. “I’ll be here!” “Okay, see you then.” I wasn’t sure at the time that I really could get off early, but the thought was certainly attractive. I had lustful thoughts about Adam since he moved in, he was so beautiful. It was then that I realised that I didn’t clearly recall Adam moving in, or, in fact, ever actually meeting him, but somehow, he was the only neighbour I really knew. He wasn’t there when I bought the place, I knew that. Next evening I came home at 6:30. Somehow everything that needed to get done got done and I was able to leave at a reasonable hour. I changed into a sweater and jeans and began to knock on Adam’s door. Before my knuckles could make contact, the door was open and there was Adam in a skin-tight black ribbed T-shirt and black jeans. My own pants seemed to get a little tighter in the crotch area. “Peter, come on in!” he beamed with that gorgeous smile. He gestured into his unit’s living room. It was safe to say that he got the decorator gene, I thought. It was full of beautiful antique furnishings that looked as if they were made to be in that room together. “Dinner is ready. You do like sushi, don’t you?” “I love sushi. It’s one of my favourites.” “Fabulous! I made it myself,” he gestured towards the cherry dining room table, perfectly laid out with traditional Japanese accessories. I had a seat and he poured me some hot sake. “Unagi and maguro are my favourites, so I made more of them than the others, but there’s a nice variety.” He walked over to the table. I loved watching Adam walk. Every muscle in his body rippled with each step he took. I stared at his pecs. I love pecs and have a special fondness for bouncing pecs. As I thought about this, Adam bounced his pecs for no apparent reason. Sigh. As he sat down, I just puzzled over this whole scene. This incredible man whom I barely knew had just made me my favourite dinner–right down to the fact that I like eel and tuna best–and this is not an easy dinner to make! “Thank you, Adam. It all looks wonderful.” This made no sense. He couldn’t be interested in me! He could have any man he wanted inside a minute. I’m nothing special, I thought. To quote Andrew Tobias, “I’m adorably neurotic in the right light”–but not in the same league as Adam. I was kind of paunchy, prematurely balding, on the shorter side of average and pretty nerdy looking. Dinner, of course, was fabulous and so was the conversation. Adam was as brilliant as he was beautiful. He knew about art, literature, music, comics, old movies and classic TV. One thing, though, he didn’t talk about himself. I didn’t know where he was from, where he’d gone to school, or for that matter what he did for a living. Every time I was about to ask one of those questions, he would look at me with those blue-grey eyes and I just wouldn’t want to ask. After dinner, we walked over to the living room and I sat on a lovely little settée. I still couldn’t believe any of this. As he handed me a cocktail, Adam smiled once again and said, “So, Peter, you’re wondering what this is all about.” “Well, yes, the thought did occur to me.” Adam sat next to me. “I’m going to tell you, Peter, but promise you’ll hear me out.” “Sure.” “Peter, there is more to this world than what you’ve been taught. What is the most advanced species on this planet?” “Homo sapiens?” Adam laughed. “Ah, Peter, you are a naïf. There are beings on this earth whose existence, though universally known, is not believed. You have heard the names in legends: Nephilim, djinn, fairies, to name three. These have been thought to be gods, angels, demons, and just about everything in between. These are what protects the human race from destroying itself. These have been guiding humanity since its infancy, inspiring it to reach higher and better itself. The voice is not always heard, but it is always there.” I thought he had cracked up. What was this nonsense? “Nephilim”? I hadn’t heard that word since Sunday school. I started to get up. “Ah-ah, you gave me your word. Peter, how old do you think I am? Don’t be afraid to overestimate. I won’t be offended.” Adam’s age was really hard to guess. His incredible body made him look a lot younger than I thought he was. From his eyes, I guessed him to be in his mid-to-late forties. “Uh, forty-two?” Adam smiled again. “Oh, Peter, when I was 42 years old, Romanesque was giving way to Gothic.” “That would make you at least 900 years old!” “Close enough.” “I suppose you're one of these Nephilim or whatever it is you call yourselves.” “We don’t actually call ourselves anything. Mortals come up with the names themselves.” “Okay, I’ve heard you out. Now I’m heading out.” I got up “You need a demonstration, don’t you?” Adam blew out a gentle breath with which he somehow halted me in my tracks. He then drew a breath in which turned me around to face him. I couldn’t move or speak. Terrified was an understatement. “Let’s see, ah, the settée! We’ll make this fun!” He pointed a finger at the settée his huge triceps leaping as he straightened his arm. Furniture became flesh as the settée was instantly changed into a rockhopper penguin. Adam grinned. “You ain’t seen nothin’ yet!” He looked at me with a twinkle in his eye and then–of all things–bounced his pecs and another rockhopper appeared next to the other. Adam then winked and in the next instant he too was a rockhopper. The Adam-rockhopper made a gesture and suddenly I could move again, but the room had become so big. I looked down and realised that I too was now a rockhopper penguin. I tried to speak, but I could only make a sharp squawk. A voice in my head said “That’s enough!” One rockhopper became a settée, one vanished, one became Adam and one become a thoroughly shocked Peter. “Believe me now?” Adam cooed, as he patted my cheek. “My God, Adam! You! That! We!” I fainted. I came to cradled in Adam’s strong arms. He placed me down gently on the settée. “Well, we are easily impressed!” Adam stroked his goatee and sat next to me. “Believe it or not, Peter, I’m rather young for one of my kind. Still, one sees a lot in a millennium or so. I’ve seen empires and kingdoms rise and fall. I’ve witnessed disasters and plagues. In fact, if not for my intervention, the Black Plague would surely have decimated Europe.” “You stopped the Black Plague on your own?” “You still doubt? When did we meet, Peter?” “Ah, I’ve lived hear almost two years. I know you’ve moved in since then...” “We met a week ago.” “Oh, no, you’ve been here a lot longer than that.” “I created that memory for you.” “What?” “I don’t actually live in this condo at all. It belongs to a sweet little lady, Mrs Moore.” “Mrs Moore–I forgot all about Mrs Moore! What did you do with her?” “She’s fine. I’ll bring her back as soon as I’m finished with her place. She’ll never know she was gone.” “But, why, Adam, if that is your name...” “It is.” “Why? Why are you here?” “Peter, I have wandered the earth for centuries. In that time I have been intimate with many humans, but I have always been alone. Such a long time by oneself makes one rather lonely. I’ve grown weary. I can’t go on alone. A suitable companion for an immortal is hard to find. There are not many of my kind. I searched the world over for an unselfish, caring man, one whose soul was already beyond humanity. And that search led me to you.” “What?” Adam placed a large hand on my face. “Come with me, Peter. I love you. I can give you more than you have ever thought possible.” “But what about my job?” “You will be like me. You’ll never want for anything. They don’t pay you enough, anyway.” “But I love my job. I chose my profession so I could help make the world a better place.” “With the powers I give you, you can do far more for humankind.” “I don’t know. I barely know you.” Adam placed his hand on my forehead and we immediately entered what can only be described as a metaphysical communion. I knew, felt and experienced what he knew, felt and experienced. I knew that the void in my life would be filled. It was all true. “But, Adam, you could have anyone. Why me? I’m not that much to look at.” “I see what is inside and you are the most beautiful man I have ever met. In the transfiguration, your appearance will match your soul.” “Transfiguration?” “I will make you like me. You will be immortal and gain all my powers.” “This is all happening so fast. Adam, it sounds wonderful–wonderful, nothing! It’s incredible! Beyond incredible! I don’t know.” Adam got down on his knees and took my hands in his and held them to his chest. “Peter, I can do so many things, but I can’t make you come with me. You must do this of your own free will.” He kissed my hands softly. He looked into my eyes and I saw him shed a tear. “Yes, Adam. What do I have to do?” “Let me do what I must do.” Adam had changed his own shape, that of an object and another person and created a penguin from thin air with little apparent effort. But this transfiguration was another matter. He pursed his lips and a wind came from his mouth. I was lifted into the air as gentle currents swirled around me. The apartment and our clothing dissolved from around us and we ascended into the clouds. Adam and I were both now naked in mid-air. Then the least expected thing happened: Adam began posing! He raised both arms into a double-biceps. I felt my own arms and shoulders begin to swell up. Fat disappeared, to replaced with muscle, and not just any muscle! My arms grew to almost the size of Adam’s. The then raised an eyebrow and winked as he bounced his pecs. My own chest lifted and shaped two perfectly carved pec masses. He turned around and spread his back. My own back tightened and contoured to a “V”. He faced me again and flexed the muscles in his abs, and, sure enough, my belly shrunk and an eight-pack appeared. He flexed his glutes, quads, hamstrings and calves and my lower body manifested a similar effect–all of my lower body! My face also felt tighter. My whole body had changed. I wasn’t any taller–I don’t think Adam or I wanted that–but everything else was as had only dreamed it could be. “Come to me!” Adam called softly. I floated over to him and he took me in his arms and kissed me. As he kissed me, he began to breathe softly into my mouth. I then felt a change a thousand times greater than reshaping my body. He was filling me with his power. For what seemed like a century I floated within his mighty arms, enjoying an ecstasy few, if any had known before. And in the end, I was no longer a mortal man. I was something else. I had been transfigured. “Adam, oh, Adam! I–I feel like I could do anything.” “You can!” “Oh, I have so much to learn.” “I’ll teach you,” Adam whispered as he caressed my now magnificent chest and kissed me. “After all, we have eternity.”