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Of all the things Raphi expected of Thor, being a good cook was not one of them. Raphi wasn't sure how but the frat brother could whip up any kind of food, but mostly protein, at the drop of a hat. What was unconventional was that he did so naked. Raphi yawned and sipped his coffee as he watched Thor’s gigantic muscled ass sway back and forth as he made breakfast for the entire house. The newest member of the fraternity lazily ran a hand down his body. It felt different than yesterday and still had a bulging stomach where Dante’s had spewed his seed. He felt a bit more energized, and his underwear fit different, but he was still the same nerdy guy that followed Dante around like a lost puppy the day before. Thor didn’t seem to think so. At nearly seven feet tall, the Adonis's still eclipsed Raphi in both size and height but he had greeted him with enthusiasm and warmth, welcoming him to the Frat. And he had decided the best way to welcome Raphi was with a big ass breakfast spread. The brothers of the house simply came and went from the kitchen area, greeting Raphi as they entered and exited. None bothered with wearing any kind of apparel, displaying their gargantuan bodies freely without so much as a care in the world. Some ate immediately, and others simply strode by, nude, chatting and flirting, and some stopped to ask if Raphi wanted to fuck them. Raphi turned red and fidgeted awkwardly as he declined each offer. This house of hunks continuously left him speechless, their forward and frankly blasé attitude toward sex made the newest member blush harder with each suggestive question or innuendo laden comment. Sooner than he thought, Thor piled a massive breakfast feast in front of him and nudged Raphi to dig in as the hulking naked Adonis seated himself directly next to Raphi and promptly scarfed down several protein pancakes at once. "So, how'd ya like last night?" the man growled around his fork and mouthful of flapjacks. Raphi smiled, amused at the lack of decorum that most of the frat shared. These fraternity brothers acted so unaffected, as if being nude and offering mindblowing sexual experiences at the drop of a hat were completely normal. "Uh, good. Great even. I'm just, still kind of shocked." he blurted, face flushed with the heat of his arousal as his mind wandered back to the absolutely incredible sex he'd had with Dante. He'd never in his life imagined that a man as powerful and beautiful as Dante would have even looked at him, let alone fucked him into the ground and filled him up with his thick cum. Raphi put a hand to his now only slightly round abdomen and his face heated. Thor glanced up and watched him curiously, following his hand to the little pudge that remained after his romp with Dante. A faint knowing smirk etched the hulking male's lips. "I bet he filled up good. I don't think Dante's ever bred a new brother before, so he probably pumped his nut deep," Thor snorted with amusement. "Especially since you're still stuffed," Thor added. "Just wait. You'll be bigger in no time." "What?!" Raphi retorted, eyes wide. The buff guy couldn't help himself and a grumbling guffaw erupted from him. "Big! Strong! Buff! Hot as fuck, horny as hell, and everything in between! All you gotta do is work out and let Dante's magic splooge to the rest." Confused, he pointed to his cum belly, "This will make me bigger?" "Yup! It's a good starting point for now, but if you want to get as huge as the rest of us you'll need to fuck somebody. Doesn't matter who, there's lots of options," Thor laughed merrily. He slouched back a bit after finishing his food and flexed an arm as a demonstration, bringing the mound of muscle high and thick, veins popping into relief across the thick striated balls of muscle. "This is how big you can get. I'm damn near the biggest man in this house and I get bigger every chance I can get. Lifting whenever I can to feel just how fucking STRONG I am man. Once I'm pumped and horny, ready to go, I find some brother that needs a good dicking and rail em til my balls are dry." Raphi could only gape at Thor's beefy arm and watch as a wave rippled over its surface with each flex. He wasn't the only one. A few of the brothers had come entered the kitchen and leered at the naked giant sitting next to Raphi, openly eyeing Thor with lustful gazes. Feeling his nerves starting to get the better of him, Raphi excused himself from the table before what he suspected was going to happen, happened. Thor waved lazily as Raphi left before he was swarmed by two other brothers and the kitchen table evolved into a fuck fest. Raphi roamed the rest of the house hoping to find Dante somewhere. He was a bit upset that when he awoke Dante was nowhere too be found. Raphi really wanted some more answers from someone he trusted. The new alpha wandered the house attempting find his friend, winding in and out of open rooms on the first floor until he came to the showers. As soon as he approached the door, it flung open and unleashed a wall of warm steam. The surprise and sudden heat caused Raphi to stumble backwards and land flat on his ass. "Oh damn, sorry man. Didn't mean that." Raphi looked up. And up. And up. Another enormously muscular man loomed over him, his long sleek black hair hung in front of his face dripping water across Raphi's exposed flesh. A huge veiny arm extended from the muscular man, offering a gesture of help, the other held a thick white towel tightly around his defined waist. Raphi gulped as he took in the man's beautifully strong body, his eyes following a drop of water as it meandered down the Adonis' cut chest and hard abdomen, until the droplet hid itself inside a curly, frizzed thatch of dark pubes. It was difficult to tear his eyes away. Raphi found it too enticing, too seductive, and this stranger, like Dante and the others, oozed a sexual magnetism like no other. He trembled slightly before accepting the help that the attractive, well-built specimen offered. "You alright? Seriously didn't expecting anyone in here if Thor has been cooking." His apology rang genuine, and Raphi nodded before realizing he had to actually talk. "I'm okay." Once again Raphi felt his heart flutter and his dick twitch being in such close proximity to a hulking muscle god. His dark hair and pale skin gave him a goth vibe that was thrown off by just how obscenely muscular he was. What caught him off guard were the slightly morbid tattoos that accentuated his muscles. Intricate tattoos depicting all manor of death and decay adorned the man's entire body, running the lengths of the arms, to the shoulders, and pecs, and further still to his chiseled waist. Dark and dower imagery including skulls, chains, devils, and ravens depicted in exquisite detail outlined every inch of this man’s beautiful body. They caused the muscles of his arms and torsos to pop as though they were straining, causing the veins underneath his muscles to be magnified. "You alright little dude?" Again, the concern in the tone and eyes made Raphi ache with a need he'd never experienced before. He shivered with lust. His dick pulsed in his pants again and again, wanting something more, to touch the man's hard chest and sculpted abs, and was so tantalizingly within reach. This handsome stranger was nothing like he'd seen anywhere else, his deep voice captivated him. The raven haired man's face narrowed for a split second before he smiled wryly, his eyes alight with mirth. "Well if it isn't our newest member! Welcome to your new life! Don't worry, almost everyone goes through this awkward phase when they see the house. It's like sensory overload, but you'll adjust to it. I remember the first time I saw Jason, that dude fuckin’ broke me." Raphi, his heart still beating through his chest, struggled to breath and speak at the same time. This man's lips were so full, kissable... His eyes a shocking deep green... And not to forget the tattoos that made him look like a sex addicted, tattooed demon god. "Oh, is this a bit much? Sorry, I'll throw on a shirt real quick." He leaned slightly out of view and threw on a huge and worn concert t-shirt. It did little to alleviate the building sexual desire that was overflowing within Raphi, instead the thin cotton fabric further revealed every well-defined detail of the gothic tattooed hunk's towering physique. "Better?" "Yeah, thanks," Raphi weakly breathed. The punk stud laughed a melodic low rumble and stepped out of the communal showers, sauntering around Raphi and heading down the hall towards the main entrance stairs. He stopped before he rounded the corner and cocked his head and winked at the stunned red-faced Raphi. "C'mon man. I don't bite, I swear!" He stopped for a second and the sly smile spread over his face again. "Well, sometimes." Raphi was certain of one thing, he wanted this man. No questions asked. His body finally kicked into gear, legs feeling weak and his hands shaking, following the adonis around the corner in what seemed like slow motion as he drank in the entirety of the man’s beauty. Muscular yet sculpted was the best way he could described the way the sight of the man’s tattooed perfection. This was a guy who could have anyone he wanted and fuck until the sun came up but was aware enough that he hid his body so that Raphi could think again. Truth be told, Raphi was relieved that this punk stranger had decided to turn the heat from a boil to a simmer by at least keeping some clothes on. In just a few minutes Raphi was led into the bedroom of a sexy muscular Adonis for the second time in twenty four hours. This room was significantly different than Dante's messy stye of a room, the young punk's room was clean and tidy with plenty of space to move around. The large bed was nice and clean, and with black sheets that looked as though it cost as much as the entire room. The walls were adorned with posters of metal bands, gothic style art and horror movie icons. The room had such a strong aesthetic that stood out from the rest of the men he'd seen so far that Raphi had trouble believing that he was in the same building as the sexy messy football studs that were the majority of the AAA members. "Penny for your thoughts?" the green-eyed jock said as he kicked back on his bed, letting his huge body relax as he sank into this onyx pillows. "Uh. Well first, what's your name?" "Mephistopheles." Another cheeky grin. "I'm fucking with you. It's Mark. But that's boring as hell." He casually crossed his immense biceps behind his head and stretched out further, sinking himself deeper into the plush pillows. His now loose Iron Maiden shirt rose several inches, exposing a thin patch of hair that was creeping into a swirling navel tattoo that ended just below his well-defined abdominals. Raphi blushed and turned away. "Raphi, man, relax. Just take a breath, okay? I know you want to look. Everyone does." When Raphi turned back around he finally let himself drink in the sight of the huge powerful punk and do it unabashedly. The man was truly fucking stacked, even at ease his form was sculpted and cut and perfectly defined by those interesting tattoos that contrasted with the hardness of his body and enhanced his dark beauty. "Much better. Looking at me is more productive than hiding from what's making you hot. C'mon, have a seat." The kind hunk patted his lap that was still wrapped in a towel, his hand lingering on the obvious bulge in his towel. An aura of sensuality so intense and potent emanated from the taller man that had Raphi's head swimming. Shakily, he advanced towards Mark paused as he got close to the hunky punk's body. Mark held his gaze, not deviating, his face warm and inviting. Raphi gingerly seated himself upon the edge of the bed, his nerves still getting the better of him as he remained perched uncertainly. A big warm hand rested on his shoulder and slowly pulled him gently backward, onto the welcoming muscular body. "Some guys take this this real well. Hardly need any kinda direction. Some guys, like you, realize that this shit is crazy. Bonkers. Fucked Up. Amazing. And stressful as hell if you're not ready for it. It's okay. Just take it easy, and do what feels natural. I promise I don't bite." Raphi nodded, swallowing the lump that had formed in his throat. "Can I-?" he began tentatively, his hand starting to feel the beef pecs before him. The sexy stud nodded. "Of course, dude. Check out every inch." Some of the tension and fear eased as Raphi made contact with the Mark's swollen pectorals and worked his fingertips against the huge mounds of masculine flesh and the gorgeous swirls of the intricate tattoo designs that extended onto each lump of perfect muscle. Mark let out a deep moan as his body was worshipped, flexing his muscles for all their worth where Raphi pressed and squeezed. The smaller man let his hands roam farther down Mark's body, rabidly spreading across the huge man, onto his washboard abs and gripped harder. Another vocal moan of approval followed as Raphi continued to caress his partner's rock hard body. To entice his new bro even more, Mark raised both of his arms above his head, and flexed his upper body with a ferocity Raphi had never seen before. He gasped, seeing the muscles swell, thicken, and grow everywhere, including where Raphi sat. Mark’s huge erection bulged underneath the towel that Raphi rested on. The smaller man could feel the thick sausage pulse and swell underneath the thick towel as Mark dry humped him through the fabric. After a few more moments of muscle humping, Mark slowly undid his towel and unleashed his painfully erect cock from it’s cotton prison and rubbed his fully aroused 10 inch glory against Raphi’s back. "God you're fucking hot." Raphi whispered. All it took was that lustful look from Mark to stop him dead in his tracks. "So are you." Mark grinned. Faster than seemed humanly possible Raphi had shed his clothes, his small cum belly still protruding from his otherwise slim body. Mark licked his lips and leaned back, spreading his legs, showing off his rippling thighs to his worshiper. "Well looks like you've got me right where you want me." The goth god cooed playfully. "What are you going to do about it?" He spoke naughtily and his voice seemed to send a shock through Raphi's cock. His thin body straddled the man beneath him, as if he was about to go on the ride of his life when suddenly… "Show me your ass." Raphi ordered, surprising himself. Mark's eyes twinkled with lust and he followed orders, reaching down past Raphi to completely remove the towel wrapped around his waist. With a playful push he scooched Raphi from his lap and turned over in bed revealing his gargantuan back muscles and huge ass. Raphi moaned with a need that he had never felt before. He pressed his small hands against the huge mounds of perfectly formed muscularity before him, and squeezed, digging into the dense tissue and drawing out another groan from his willing prey. He bent forward and kissed the top of each tattooed peach of strength, inching his way up the muscular Adonis' spine, planting smaller and smaller kisses on each vertebra until he reached the broad shoulders at the top of his frame. Mark grunted again, rolling his hips underneath Raphi and rubbing his huge erection on the mattress as he adjusted his stance to present his ass. "What're you waiting for?" Mark coaxed, pressing his muscled ass backwards. The twin tattooed hemispheres touched Raphi's cock and the shock he felt drive him wild. Raphi was as hard as he had ever been, his five inch cock fully aroused, throbbing, leaking and harder than he had ever been in his life. He began touching his lover more and more, caressing the huge buttocks, rippling back and bowling ball shoulders, inching his way closer to the dark hair as he breathed in the scent of Mark. His musky man smell made Raphi’s diamond hard cock harder still. "Come on little stud. Fuck me." Raphi groaned and planted a small hand on either cheek and pressed his hard cock into the cleft of the glutes of the sex god beneath him. The round boulders of tattooed muscle spread for him easily as Mark relaxed his beefy cheeks, each giving way just enough that Raphi found his perfect warm hole. With a gasp, his cock slid effortlessly inside the Adonis's slick hungry ass. Immediately there was delicious pressure from the well sculpted athletic man around his dick and Raphi let out a full throated moan of pleasure. His nails sunk into the hard meat of the Adonis' back, not just pushing his dick inside him but holding on for dear life. Raphi hadn't done something like this before and never had a hole make his dick feel this fucking good. As Mark began adjusting his hips and clenching his hole to draw Raphi further inside, Raphi began to thrust, the pace slow and methodical. He ground his cock within the Adonis each time, rubbing as deeply as he could within him. Mark made another low groan of approval and bucked his ass backwards, meeting the thrusts of his small partner. One of his powerful hands had drifted underneath his broad body and he began slowly massaging his own iron hard monster cock. "Harder." He gasped. Immediately Raphi obliged, shifting his hands to the man's firm hips and clamping down on them as an anchor to slam harder into the willing bubble butt. Mark groaned again in appreciation as the pace of his stroking and the speed of his bros thrust increased. Raphi was sweating, the immense sculpted mass of man beneath him was hot, slick and heavenly. Raphi growled slightly as he continued to pound the tattooed dream boat for all he was worth. He must have been doing something right as Mark's sweet sounds only got longer and louder. Each thrust forced the tattooed stallion to bury his face into his pillow and roar with need. Raphi felt the lust in his loins slowly ramping up and the smaller man leaned over and wrapped his arms around the huge man's torso feeling the hot sweat slick pecs tighten and the abdominals clench as Mark stroked his own behemoth cock like his life depended on it. The sensation of his fingers grasping at the tight ridges of steel as they undulated with each breath under his grip coupled with the tight and wet sensation of his powerful ass squeezed around his painfully hard cock brought the smaller man to a fever pitch. His heart pounded away in his chest, an instinctual desire of sexual arousal taking hold and now guiding his movements and thoughts. "Oh f-fuck. I'm gonna cum." Raphi panted, his skin tingling and his breath coming in ragged gasps. "Oh please, cum inside me. Fill me up." That was it. Whatever control Raphi had left of his inhibitions snapped as Mark begged and pleaded for his seed. The sight of the enormously huge jock with intricate tattoos accentuating his ungodly huge muscles jerking himself off as he was fucked from behind sent Raphi over the edge. In an instant his body went rigid as his rock hard cock suddenly erupted inside his muscular lover. His orgasm was wild and explosive, sending electricity down his entire body from head to toe. Eyes rolling back, Raphi blew a copious torrent of thick and creamy cum deep into the goth hunk's ass, his hips slamming harder than they ever had before as the new alpha let himself loose on Mark's finely crafted rear. He came for close to a full minute, each rope of his warm cum seemingly was milked out of him by the stud's talented asshole. His hands wrapped more tightly around the enormous man as he continued to slam away through the burst of sexual glory, finding the hard nipples on the stud's marble hard pecs and twisted them without mercy. Mark growled and whimpered, his moans became higher pitched and desperate as his ass contracted around the smaller man's cock while his sensitive nipples were squeezed expertly. He came instantly, his ten inch monster blasted volley after volley of hot cum onto the sheets and his firm ass clamped down on Raphi's pulsing cock in a rhythm that prolonged Raphi's own orgasm. Both men's hard bodies were soaked in sweat as Raphi collapsed onto Mark's sculpted back and hung on as he waited for the tremors of their earth shattering climaxes to end, not noticing that his swollen abdomen had receded, leaving him with the beginnings of a six pack. Mark's held firm, seemingly unbothered by the extra weight, holding his position underneath Raphi as his orgasm subsided. Raphi broke the silence after a few seconds. "That. That was incredible. Dude, I... Have no words." "You don't need them." Mark panted. "It's about to get better." Unsure what he meant Raphi paused for a moment. He noticed that Mark hadn't moved from his submissive position and had in fact recovered his stance as if he was ready to go again. When he started to squeeze his ass around Raphi's cock again the smaller man finally noticed that his dick had in fact not gotten soft. It was as hard as ever. Raphi gasped as a tingling spread out from his abdomen across the rest of his body. It was subtle at first, then his hips bucked automatically, pushing his engorged member back into Mark's impossibly tight hole. The sensation was unlike any Raphi had ever experienced, it was extremely pleasurable, every muscle in his body shuddered as they got hotter and hotter, a pleasant stretching sensation following the full body tingle. It felt so incredible, so blissfully wonderful that Raphi could not stop himself from humping Mark's sexy butt, his small cock eagerly pushed into the hulking punk, the muscular body hot and wet and delightfully tight, ready for more. Mark gasped as the assault on his was continued. His entire huge body trembled as a wave of intense pleasure shot up and down the length of his body, arching his back and pushing his head back to cry in a pleasure filled roar. His body burned with need that he was unable to escape, even if he wanted to, as Raphi's hips continued to piston cock against his prostate. Raphi’s thrusts were longer and stronger than before, filling Mark’s ass better than ever. The sensation of constriction around his dick felt even tighter than before, squeezing more firmly. Confused but undeniably aroused, Raphi pulled his cock out of Mark's willing behind. Raphi gasped as his cock was revealed from where it was hilted and saw that it was bigger, thicker and harder than ever before. His previously modestly sized cock had lengthened by at least two inches! His shaft visibly was slightly thicker and rounder, veins standing out prominently as the monster throbbed. Globs of sweet pre cum dripped off the tip with each pulse, more erotic and vivid than it had ever appeared. "W-what the hell? Did, did my dick get bigger?" He stammered, confused but aroused. Before Mark could answer he felt the tingling burning sensation spread out from his dick and he marveled as his body began to thicken and swell with pure power. With each heartbeat the throbbing and aching heat rushed through Raphi's blood. Muscles began enlarging across his thin, tight body. Raphi groaned with uncontrolled lust as his entire body grew while leaning against the sexy Adonis's back, his dick slapping against the two round masses of muscle while he watched himself grow in size and shape. Instinct took over and Raphi leaned over to feel and grab Mark's immense beefy pecs in his hands, kneading them with firmness as another wave of dizzying pleasure overcame him and he positioned his newly engorged cock at the entrance to Mark's taught ass. With a fluid thrust and powerful grunt Raphi plunged his colossal cock balls deep inside the enormous stud, now bigger and harder than ever. "AAAAH, oh-oh f-f-f-fuuuUUUUCK! GODDAMN!" Mark howled as his huge tattooed body twisted beneath Raphi, shaking with need as he felt his tight muscular ring instantly expanded to a point of near painful stretch. To his credit his ass could handle the sudden increase in size and girth. He squeezed his ass tighter around Raphi, encouraging him, begging him to fuck him into the mattress. With a thunderous growl Raphi began long rapid thrusts with the fury of a beast, nailing the alpha's prostate with newfound strength. The harder Raphi fucked Mark the stronger and more potent the sensation felt. Raphi gasped and moaned as he flexed an arm, seeing the striations pop out against the skin, enhancing his muscles, making them fuller, firmer, and larger. The hormones continued to run through his veins, feeding every cell with an overwhelming powerful and intoxicating lust. Raphi pumped his beefy bicep and continued to force his enlarged and throbbing cock into the willing and tight ass beneath him, feeling his muscled cheeks spread wider and wider, the twin mounds bulging and round, becoming pink and irritated the fucking got faster. Raphi defensively felt big now. He had to have grown several inches taller and every shred of fat on him was now hard lean, powerful muscles. Adjusting his weight he pushed the beastly cock even deeper into the stud with newfound intensity and fervor. The smaller man reveled in the new power and stamina that thrummed through his veins and pounded into the Adonis without hesitation or caution. Hips slamming loudly and heavily, each thrust produced a resounding smack that reverberated around the room over the passionate grunts and growls. Each flex of his increasingly impressive musculature was followed by another hard thrust, sending Mark even deeper into the bed, sinking into the plush mattress. Mark turned his head once again and grinned back at Raphi, a vicious lust filled smile, his deep green eyes wild and sparkling with understanding. The darker Adonis locked eyes with his and moaned out a lustfull plea, "Yeah. Fuck me dude. Fuck me hard and full. Use that big cock and hard body, I love it." The last vestiges of Raphi's restraint evaporated. Raphi grabbed a fist full of the Mark’s hair, pulling him back and shoved his fat swollen cock balls deep, the enormous stud groaning and bucking as he was impaled. Adjusting his grip to better leverage the tatted beauty below, the newest frat brother slammed his newly burgeoning cock in and out of the voluptuous rump without pause. No longer a virgin, Raphi discovered his skill and confidence inside Mark with each and every thrust. He never slowed, adjusting his stance as he felt his legs grow bigger and shifting positions to better slam away. Mark whimpered, almost purring in delight at the continued pleasure of being claimed by the newest Alpha in the house, turning his gaze back up at his lover with encouragement and lust, biting his bottom lip, cajoling him onwards to further pleasures. Raphi released his hold on Mark's beautiful hair, his larger hands gripping both shoulders as he prepared for his climax. Both men, sweating and panting continued to rock in unison and let their instincts guide them to an animalistic summit of arousal and strength. A final thunderous and violent thrust landed square on the enormous hulking Adonis' g-spot causing Mark's ass to immediately clamp around the length of cock inside it and all ten of his glorious inches to spew ropes of hot sticky cum into the mattress beneath him. As Mark spasmed and shuddered and cried out in uncontrollable orgasmic pleasure Raphi's own climax rocketed through his body, sending his brain and body both into ecstasy. His engorged cock exploded, blasting load after warm creamy load of seed inside his goth lover’s tight bubble butt. The smaller newly muscled alpha felt his body jolt with shocks of pleasure at every load his fat cock pumped into the giant stud, his bulbous balls contracting with each spurt. And not just his cock either, the rest of Raphi's body felt tight and hot and powerful as though his entire body, every cell that made it up, had been revitalized and altered. He was different. Stronger. Sexier. More assured and confident in himself than ever before. He pulled out his now eight inch cock and loosed a long moan as he saw his manhood in it's full glory. He flopped down next to the enormous alpha stud, finally out of breath and feeling spent. His mind swam in a haze of post orgasmic bliss and body tingled all over with sensations and feelings he'd never experienced in his life. He flexed his stomach and used his newly enlarged arms to feel his defined midriff, marveling at the definition as Mark settled in beside him, soaking himself in his own cum that had sank into the sheets. "That was..., I mean. Wow." Raphi panted heavily. His handsome companion smiled, his green eyes alight with that genuine attitude again. "Happy to help man. I just hope you'll feel a bit more at home in your body now that you've had your first fuck." He flexed an impressively sized bicep, kissing the rock hard peak of the mountain before him. "I felt the same when I first got here. Full of loud mouthed huge dudes with giant cocks and a one track mind. Took some time to find someone I felt safe being with my first time." Mark ruffled his hair and looked him dead in the eye, "Just wait, you're gonna love it here." *** Again, procrastination (and work) took over for a bit so sorry for the delay. I also had to cut a few pages between the last part and this part as they just didnt seem like a good fit. But I'm glad that I've finally gotten this one out the door as I think it's one of my best works. And it introduces a gay twist on a straight trope that I think came out pretty well: Big Tiddy Goth BF. I'll post a picture of Mark below.

Moderators Preface: This story asks for people to vote / like in order to generate the next stage of the story. It is not to be seen as a method of generating views or income for the user. Week 0 Jared jogged down the sidewalk with his airpods in his ears. He was dressed in a big hoodie that hugged his pecs tight and accentuated them jiggling up and down. It didn’t help that Jared’s pecs were already the size of textbooks strapped to his chest. The sleeves of the hoodie strangled his arms inside. As he jogged through the city, his soft cock bounced with his body, clearly visible through his gray sweatpants. His wide hips gave his bubble butt a nice natural sway to his run. “I’ve got the eye of the tiger, a fighter. Dancing through the fire ‘cause I am the champion. And you’re gonna hear me roooooar…” hummed Jared as he passed by a storefront. It was typically abandoned, but there seemed to be one shop lit up at the end of the street. That’s never there, thought Jared to himself. Jared always ran this way to his Friday night shift for work and there had never been any kind of business here. Not even any that were being renovated. Jared paused his music and took his airpods out of his ears. He slowed his pace to a walk, reading the tacky neon signs in the window. BIG SALE read the blue letters, lit up in an explosive cloud of smoke behind it. Jared lifted his head up and saw the massive sign above him light up. “The Sizemologist Cauldron?” mused Jared. He pushed open the door and walked into the surprisingly spacious store. He walked through the shelves of items. His wide shoulders brushing up against the glass bottles on display. He turned his body to read one of the potions on the shelf, but in doing so, his big shoulder made two vials wobble and begin rolling off the wood. “Woah there big guy!” came a voice from behind him. Jared jumped forward startled by the gentleman leaning down behind him. His big pecs lurched forward and pressed into many more glass bottles in front of him on the shelf. “Shit, fuck. Sorry!” Jared steadied himself and carefully pushed the bottles to the back of the shelf. “I thought I had more room to move.” Jared slowly turned back around to see a man with platinum blonde hair holding two bottles. “Jumbo Juice and Two Ton Tonic, a fun mixture, but probably not for right now,” said the man as he put the two bottles on the shelf. “And don’t worry about it. I know how tight these hallways can be,” said the big man as he rubbed his own prestigious belly. The man seemed to be in his mid forties and had a stocky muscular build with a round belly that stuck out a foot or two in front of him. He stood just an inch or two taller than Jared, but Jared was definitely the wider of the two. “Sorry about that. Sometimes I forget how big I am,” replied Jared as he returned the last potion to the shelf. “No worries big guy. My husband says the same thing. Now, what can I do for you today?” asked the salesman as he led Jared through the aisle. “I’m just browsing. I’ve never seen your shop before. When did you open?” asked Jared as his eyes peered across the name tags. Bubble Butt Brew? Pillow Pec Potion? Muscle Milkshake? What’s this guy selling here? thought Jared. “Just yesterday. Had to get out of the last place I was in a bit of a rush. And lucky for me, this place was available to move in immediately.” They entered the main shopping area with multiple kiosks setup with jewelry, sunglasses, even some speedos on manikins. “Feel free to look around. I’m clearing out my entire inventory to make room for a new line of products so don’t be shy.” Jared immediately ran towards the speedos. The manikins modeling them had a substantial bulge outlined in their front pouch and an ass that was spilling out the sides and could be seen from the front. “How much for one of these? I could always use a new speedo for work.” asked Jared, feeling the fabric of a striped red one. “And do they come in bigger sizes?” He brushed his fingers across the hard plastic dick inside. “Those speedos are pretty cheap, only $5. They aren’t as great as you think they might be.” The shopkeep walked over to the manikin and pulled the speedo off of the plastic to reveal a smooth surface. “The charm of the clothes only are in effect when you’re wearing the clothes. Not good if you’re going for long term gains.” Jared’s eye’s did a double take when he saw there was no mold of a dick on the manikin. He grabbed the one he was holding and pulled it off to reveal the same smooth surface. “What the fuck?” Jared backed up from the display and looked around at some of the other items. Lock Cock Ring? Juicer Belt? Gainer’s Snack Sack? His head was spinning as he could only imagine what he might’ve stumbled onto. “What? Not a fan? I would’ve thought you'd at least enjoy looking like you had bigger junk. Given your line of work,” said the shopkeep. “I meant the magic speedos! What kind of place are you running here? And how do you know where I work?” asked Jared. “I’ve seen your act and I must say, I was thoroughly impressed by your size.” Jared gazed into the eyes of the older man leaning against the counter. “And this place is for people who want to get really big. Like yourself.” “Thank you. I have been growing a lot lately,” smiled Jared as he held up his bicep. It balled up and swelled to the size of an orange in its poor black sleeve. “And I’m always looking to grow more.” “You have no idea. Well if you’re interested in a nice speedo, I can show you to my more exclusive selection.” The shop keep held up his hand and pointed towards a sign that read Does This Make Me Look Big?. “Well if everything is on sale, why not? I have time before work.” Jared turned and followed the bigger man down the hallway. At the edge of the shop, there was a glass display with three speedos underneath. “Normally, these speedos would go for around a few hundred bucks, but hopefully they’ll be in your price range.” The shop keep flipped the light and the speedos lit up. “Why are they so expensive?” asked Jared as he examined the selection. There was a dark red one with a black diamond design running down it, a light blue one with white circles emanating from points of the speedo like ripples, and a royal purple one with a golden stag on the crotch. “They allow someone to grow by being paid for it.” Jared snapped his head to the shop keep and his eyes nearly bulged out of his head. “If I wear this, people can pay to grow me bigger?” His eyes glared back down at the speedos, wide with the possibilities. “Yep.” The shopkeep held the key in his hand with a smirk on his face. “I had a feeling you’d be intrigued by these.” “How does it work?” Jared pressed his face up to the glass, “Is it like a coin machine and it gives candy out?” he changed angles on the glass, “Or is there a barcode I can scan for Venmo or Cashapp?” he changed his angle to stare down at the speedo, “Or will people need to swipe their cards through my ass?” “No no no, calm down big guy.” The shop keep peeled the big excited man off the glass. He turned the lock and pulled out a rectangular metal box behind the display. “It’s done using this remote.” He clicked a button on the remote and the white circles on the blue speedo lit up. “This remote is a money-getting machine. It has a hole to suck in any cash or coin thrown your way, a card reader that can swipe, chip, or tap, as well as a projector for a barcode for people to scan to send money to as well.” The man clicked a button and a barcode lit up on the wall. “That is incredible.” Jared was in awe as he picked up the purple one. “Are they all the same?” “No, they each have special features that can accompany the growth. The red pair is a boost in the wearer’s muscles. The blue is a boost to the wearer’s cock. And the one you’re holding, those will boost both.” Jared stretched the speedo out with his hands and found it had a surplus of stretch. “And I’ve never met someone who has been able to outgrow them if you were worried about that.” “There’s a first time for everything,” said Jared with a smirk. “I’ll take them. How much?” “Normally they’d cost you around $500 for this particular pair,” said the shop keep as he reached for another remote. “But I’ll give them to you for the low price of $50. Do we have a deal?” He plugged in some numbers on the remote and turned it to show Jared the screen that read $50. “Deal.” Jared didn’t waste any time pulling out his wallet and tapping his card on the screen. “So how does this thing work?” Jared took the remote from the man’s hands and started fiddling with the screen. “Why don’t I let him explain.” He leaned forward and tapped a button on the side of the remote that lit up a light blue. Out popped a man clad in only the same speedo as the one Jared had just bought. Except the man was entirely translucent and shiny blue. “Hello there! You must be my new master!” beamed the hologram. The man was completely bald and had a round jaw line with a cartoon-like muscular body beneath his head. “Wo-ho-ho you bought these?! You wanna get bigger? My good sir, you're already huge!” the hologram zipped back behind Jared’s shoulder as it talked like a mosquito in his ear. “I mean look at you! You could already bench, what, 250, 300 pounds? What do you need me here for?” The hologram reached forward and squeezed Jared’s hefty pecs. “350, actually,” Jared swatted away the hologram’s hand, surprised he could feel its touch. “Exactly, what are you doing here looking to get even bigger?” The hologram poofed away and reappeared in front of Jared’s pecs with a straw hat and a flannel. “Y’all tryin’ to grow these milkers even bigga’.” The hologram reached forward and grabbed Jared’s nipples that were visible even under two layers of clothes and started milking them like a cow. “Hey! Cut it out!” Jared reached his arms forward to swat at the hologram only to have them go straight through it. “Wait, what the? How are you doing that!?!” yelled Jared as the hologram vanished and appeared beside the shop keep like a gnat buzzing around the room. “Go easy on him R. People here aren’t as familiar with the mystic arts. This is R, he will teach you how to use the speedo.” The hologram brought its hand up and waved at Jared before putting his hands together in front of him. “Sam I can smell this guy’s hunger for size from here, this isn’t a good idea.” the hologram turned back to the shop keep and glared at him. “Hush up, I just wanna see what he can do. Give him the royal treatment,” said the shop keep, giving the hologram a comically exaggerated bow. “Oh we’re giving this one the royal treatment? He’s that big a deal?” asked the hologram. “I’m definitely a big deal.” Jared smiled and hit a double bicep pose and flexed his arms down in front of him. The hologram simply rolled its eyes and looked back at the shop keep. “Fine, I’ll give him the royal treatment. Hell, I’ll make him as big as he wants.” Jared’s eyes lit up with excitement and he looked back at the remote. “Let’s go, R. I’ve gotta get to work, and I’m sure you can walk and talk.” Jared tapped the Settings button on the remote and connected his airpods to the remote in a second. “Thank you so much sir. I can’t thank you enough. Hopefully, you’ll see how big I get soon.” Jared stuffed the speedo in his pocket and started to briskly walk towards the door. “No problem Jaren. You have a fun time at work!” yelled the shop keep as R blinked the further away Jared got. “I hope you know what you’re doing,” buzzed R as he flickered away. Jared pulled the door open and barreled out of the shop towards the club. He only had a few blocks to go, but he walked slow as he put his air pods back in. “Testing, KEEEETTTCH, Testing, SHEEEEESH Testing, Testing, Testing, is this thing on!” rang a loud voice from the air pods. “God dammit, yes dude I can hear you.” Jared pulled out the remote and looked down at the screen to see a little 2-D animation of R floating on it. “Excellent, let’s start with introductions!” blared the animation. R poofed away and was replaced by 4 more R’s in marching band uniforms holding trumpets blasting a fanfare into Jared’s ear. “Welcome to the Royal Speedo from the Sizemologist’s 4th collection! I am your guide for this machine as well as sometimes the machine itself, here to grow you beyond your wildest dreams!” shouted an R wearing a long flowing royal purple cape and a golden crown. “Still very loud, but I don’t think you understand how big I can dream,” replied Jared. He looked around to see if anyone saw him talking to this remote, but he was alone before he walked into the club. “We’ll see about that,” replied R as he flew off the screen and his head appeared next to the main menu. “So, to get started, you will need to select your levels.” A button labeled Levels highlighted itself and Jared clicked on it. “Select what levels of growth you want based on your prices.” Jared was presented with a screen of sliders. He saw lengths on the left side of the screen and dollar amounts on the right. He swept his fingers up and down on the screen to adjust the numbers accordingly. “What do you think is a generous number for how much I want to grow?” asked Jared. R blinked and the lens of the remote flashed and an angel R and a devil R appeared on Jared’s shoulders. “It would be wise to keep your ratio of cash to size low considering how much money men already give you for your body,” said Angel R on Jared’s shoulder holding a harp with a halo on its head. “Or knowing that you’ll be rolling in the dough come show time, you could make it pretty easy for you to grow with just a little bit. That way you can get huge fast!” grinned the Devil R holding a pitchfork with horns on his head. “I like that idea waaaay more!” Jared didn’t think much as he started moving his money meter down. “No no no, you can't do that! You’ll get so big so fast! That could be dangerous!” shouted the Angel R. “I suggest that you make it so that $100 would grow you a foot.” The Angel R crossed his arms and puffed air out of his nose as he flew in front of Jared’s face. “Dangerous shmangerous, let’s get this cash cow growing!” The Devil R bumped the Angel R away as Jared settled on his ratio. “Excellent choice master.” “Master, I kinda like that.” Jared devilishly grinned as he walked to the back entrance of the club. He had landed on $10 would grow him a foot taller. “And your name is just R? Does that stand for anything?” “Royal Model. I was fashioned for some of the most powerful people in the world,” replied R from back on the remote screen. “Then it’s perfect I’ll be wearing you. But I don’t like the name R. What about…Rob. Short for Robot.” R changed into a floating head with three dots coming out of it giving Jared a blank stare. “Alright, I’ll be Rob. Now to get the machine active, you’ll need to put the speedo on first.” Jared entered the club and made his way to the dressing room. Taking off his hoodie, he peeled off the tight tank top he had on under it. Shimmying out of his sweatpants and sliding his jock off to reveal his chubbed up 8-incher. Picking up the speedo, he fit one leg through the hole then the other. He was surprised just how much they were able to stretch around his massive legs. He pulled it over his fat ass and pulled the creases out around it and his crotch. He rearranged his balls nicely inside then looked at himself in the mirror. He was hot in them, even though it wasn’t advertised for it, Jared could swear his dick looked bigger in the speedo. He turned to the side and his jaw dropped from how fat his ass got. Like an overgrown cantaloupe overflowing the sides of the speedo. “Fuck, I love these things.” “Uh-huh, yeah I know they’re great. Now get over here,” chirped Rob from the remote. “Let me get a quick read through of your stats.” “A what? What are yo- Whoa!” Jared felt a surge of energy flow through his crotch as the golden stag lit up. It rode its way up his body over his abs, up to his pecs, and out his arms. All while running down his legs and spreading to his back. “What the fuck was that?” “You like?” the remote blinked as Jared picked it up and focused on the screen. “That’ll be what it feels like to grow. But for now, it was just to see what we’re working with now.” A table came up as it started tallying together some stats on Jared’s body. Height: 6 Feet Tall Weight: 250 Pounds Cock Size (Flaccid): 8 Inches Long Cock Size (Erect): 10 Inches Long “My oh my, you are a big one. I am excited to watch you grow.” Rob beeped and the screen went away. “Once you’re on stage, you just let me handle collecting the money. You just focus on getting those men’s hard earned cash and getting huge.” “You don’t have to tell me twice.” Jared pulled out his airpods and set them down next to his clothes. “Alright gentlemen, y’all are in for a treat tonight!” came Rob’s voice from the loud speaker. Jared admired himself in the mirror for a moment as his intro music played. “We have for you tonight one of the biggest men out there. And he just plans on getting bigger! You guys like that, right?” The crowd outside erupted with boisterous applause while Jared popped his pecs in the mirror. Rubbing his big nipples with some glitter as he stretched. “Well folks, if you would like to see this next dancer get even bigger, then don’t be afraid to show him some love. And by love, I mean cash!” Jared bounced his hair with his fingers and smiled at himself in the mirror. “Please give it up for…The Hulking Himbo!” (A quick author’s note here at the end, this is a growth drive! For Macro March, I am growing this hulking himbo as big as he can get and that will be based on how much you guys like him. To participate, click on the linktree I have in my bio and it’ll take you to the main post on my Twitter where you can grow this hunk. You can also grow him here by liking/favoriting the story, giving me a follow, or commenting on it on any of the other sites. Either way it’ll count towards this man getting bigger. The first round will go through March 1st to March 13th and I will post those results on March 16th. We’ll see how much he grows after just 1 week Hope you guys enjoy and Happy Macro March!)

Mark Obviously his tattoo's aren't 100% (because AI generation) but it's really close to how I imagine him.

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!”

Holy fuck. Look at Ozzie in his shiny purple posers and his matching mohawk! And he's even got his tongue out in some of them - haha! Thanks for sharing, mate and for all your lovely words about my stories!

Well we all knew Ryan North was handsome but who knew he was so huge? No wonder Deano spent the whole summer pining after him. These are great @GaryD - thanks so much for sharing them! Haha! I'm not too sure, mate but after seeing these I might have to think about bringing Ryan back. Maybe as a monstrous, now pro bodybuilder?

Thanks again to @muscleaddict for the fantastic story (well, for all stories of the Muscle University arc)! Today I present you with AI generated pictures of another character, after AJ/Noah/Mark/Dale from AJ & Noah and Ryan from Deano's Summer: A Muscle University Story. By the time members of the forum will read this, I might have illustrated more stories. So if you want to see more of them, feel free to visit the first post in my topic where I will list them. So, I give you… Ozzie with a purple mohawk (at least I told Bing to give him one, but Bing is super erratic) and purple posing trunks! Make sure to read the Muscle University stories in the right order! Muscle University (2019) Deano's Summer (2020) Deano's Winter (2021) Deano, Again (2021) Ozzie & Deano (2022) Three Days of Archie (2022) Now the big question. Would you say: the MACU (MuscleAddict Cinematic Universe) or the CJCU (Clayton James Cinematic Universe)? (or something else?)

After illustrating AJ & Noah with AI generated pictures, I am skipping Muscle University for now, to revisit some characters from the spin-offs and what they could look like in a live-action film. BTW, so many characters reappear or are mentioned in separate stories, would you call that: the MACU (MuscleAddict Cinematic Universe) or the CJCU (Clayton James Cinematic Universe)? (or something else?) So today, let's imagine what Ryan North PT (no, not him) would look like in his Union Jack posing trunks Well, I explicitly stated "jug ears" (and variants like protruding/prominent/protuberant/otapostasis) and Union Jack posers in prompts… Turns out I get mostly normal ears and a lot a weirdish Union Jacks. The reliability of AI, maybe we'll get better results in a few generations… Again, I have to thank @muscleaddict for his great skills, for his writing style, and for the feedbacks he gave following my previous comments. If you haven't read the Muscle University stories, make sure to have them in the right order! Muscle University (2019) Deano's Summer (2020) Deano's Winter (2021) Deano, Again (2021) Ozzie & Deano (2022) Three Days of Archie (2022) (By the time members of the forum will read this, I might have illustrated more stories. So if you want to see more of them, feel free to visit the first post in my topic where I will list them.)

Haha - I can't make any promises! Awesome stuff though. Sounds like you're on a bit of a roll at the moment. I will check it out, mate!

Hi @louisbalfour, thanks for the story which, despite its relative shortness, is one of those I remembered years after the first read. I tried to use IA to show the possible appearance of passenger 1A. I hope you'll like those IA (French for Intelligence Artificielle) generated pics. (saw what I did? 1A => IA) Alex at the airport (sorry for the unzipped jackets, AI did not want to hide too much of 1A…)

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

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

Goldfish-man, Goldfish-man, does whatever a goldfish can Started as silly little one-shot, minimally edited to help me start writing again (and then it became 10 pages long, whoops). Also I know nothing about the spider-man universe so please don’t at me, lol. Crowds of people pushed past me as I stood transfixed, staring up at the glass ceiling arched delicately above us. Rippling patterns of light filtered down through the thousands of pounds of water, spilling over the many heads around me before finally reaching the ground. I inhaled sharply, apparently having forgot to breathe, to perform that foundational component of living, as if I, too, were submerged. The shadow of the giant ray, Mobula birostris, finally passed over me. It was hard to imagine living life at that size, pushing the boundaries of a (relatively) small tank and looming over smaller, meager creatures. A small, firm hand grabbed my shoulder roughly and spun me around. "Hey Mark, it's time to head up." Hamzah barely gave me time to respond, turning abruptly and weaving his way through the crowd. I followed him, rushing to keep up. I didn’t see any other members of our college student tour group as we entered the huge open lobby – not too surprising. We had both come early to spend more time in the aquarium. Hamzah seemed to have the place memorized, though, never hesitating for a moment as he expertly dodged bedraggled moms and congested toddlers. An array of fish seemingly defeated by the false tides flailed about amongst fake bull kelp (Nereocystis sp…well, sort of). Their apparently lackadaisical approach to their surroundings infected me, bringing me to a gentle halt. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught Hamzah staring back at me as if to say, “Really, Mark?” I shrugged, communicating paraverbally: “Isn’t this what we’re here for?” His eyes said, “No,” and he continued speed walking. Several minutes later found us at our lackluster destination – a door you would probably miss if it weren’t for the sign that read “Staff Only” in fun, aquarium-y font. Our professor, a middle aged man with the textbook appearance of a marine biologist (interpreted lovingly as: surfer dude turned scientist) welcomed us and handed us nametags. I stifled a blush, Hamzah rolled his eyes. An aquarium staff member introduced herself as Dr. Mary Truant, the aquarium’s veterinarian and head researcher. Not for the first time today, I felt my mind wander as she explained her position and the purpose of the aquarium’s research center. Something something ecological restoration something something genetic plasticity to novel anthropogenic environmental stressors yadda yadda. I rolled my eyes at Hamzah already taking notes when we hadn’t even started. The internal workings of the aquarium were rather gaunt and grey, as if this were a completely different building from the colorful halls we had entered through. Various pipes jutted out from odd locations, obstructing the walkway and disappearing into walls and floors. Occasionally a tank would come into view, but outside of talk of nitrogen levels and salinity, we rarely spent much time observing them. What a waste. Eventually we were taken across a skyway to the lab building, a separate entity from the aquarium. The only animals here were kept in holding tanks, and apparently “well documented genome” also meant “least interesting species possible”. I started zoning out again. Hamzah was still furiously scribbling. What he could possibly be writing about these rows and rows of identical goldfish was beyond me. I vaguely understood that they were part of a genetic engineering project, but visually they had so little to offer. One, however, was at least behaviorally distinct. It was larger than the other fish, and kept tapping at the glass. I stopped in front of the grungy medium-sized, eye-level tank and watched the maverick fish attempt to defy its fate (or, it occurred to me, play out the stereotypic commands of its genetically addled grey matter). I lifted my finger to touch the glass, when the tank shattered right in front of me. I barely had time to process the next series of events. For one, I was immediately soaked from head to toe in goldfish-stained tank water. Gross. Simultaneously there was an odd pressure on my right index finger, but by the time I could open my eyes it was gone. Then the screams filtered in (a bit melodramatic for my taste – wasn’t I the one getting doused?) followed by some stifled laughter. Looking down, the shattered remains of the glass were strewn about my feet. Somehow, I had avoided getting a single cut. Dr. Truant appeared within seconds offering a towel and profuse apologies. I assured her I wasn’t damaged (beyond my dignity) and she didn’t need to file a report. After all, the assailant had fared much worse - both lacerated and asphyxiated, it lay dead on the floor. “Well, Richards won’t be thrilled, but maybe he should have invested in thicker tanks…anyways, I’m just glad you weren’t hurt. If you need a sweater I’m sure we can get you one from the gift shop after the tour if you’re cold.” The sweater had a cool whale on it. Sweet. As we left the aquarium, I noticed a series of red markings on my finger. They looked suspiciously like little teeth marks. And then it dawned on me. That goldfish bit me. I was bitten by a goldfish. Was that even possible? A quick google informed that it wasn’t impossible. Although the anatomical considerations were… A growing fear was mounting in my chest. “Hey Hamzah,” I whispered, “Were you paying attention in there? I think this goldfish attacked me in some sort of last-ditch effort to play out its misplaced aggression.” I showed him my finger. “Didn’t she say they were, like, radioactive or something?” “It’s irradiated, not radioactive. To simulate exposure, like at Chernobyl. Creatures can’t be radioactive…well, not, like, meaningfully. They’d die. From the radioactivity. Also there’s no way we’d be allowed in that room if there were stacks of radioactive animals in it. I’m surprised IACUC let them get away with it, honestly…” “Oh, because you’re so familiar with the ins and outs of IACUC policy.” “Wait, how do you know what IACUC even is?” “Why would I not know what IACUC is? Just because I’m not drowning in books every day like you are…I know stuff.” This argument continued for several minutes. “I mean, you’re probably fine,” Hamzah said, finally. “It’s probably too late to go back there anyhow. If it gets infected, just go to your doctor.” I stared at the innocuous indentations. They seemed harmless. Like they were already healing, maybe. Nothing I could do about it now, anyways. My head slumped over onto Hamzah’s shoulder as I fell asleep on the subway ride home. Later that night, I awoke in a sweat. I put my hand to my stomach to find that my wife beater was entirely soaked through. Great. Sirens blared through the midnight air, reminding me for the umpteenth time that I did, in fact, live in the city that never sleeps. I rolled over lazily and turned off my space heater, allowing the light chill of early winter to creep its way in. Taking off my shirt was an unexpected challenge. For some reason it felt glued to my skin. Weird. Maybe it had shrunk in the wash? But it fit well when I put it on earlier. Now the seams were audibly groaning as I struggled to remove it from my wiry frame. Maybe my sweat had suddenly develop astringent properties from that mutant goldfish? I laughed into the empty night at my own dumb thought. I fumbled around in the dark for an alternate clothing option, landing on my recently acquired cetacean sweater. Nice. I was already feeling chilly, and being bundled up in a nice big sweater like this lulled me back to sleep almost immediately. I awoke to the tune of my own circadian rhythm, enjoying the freedom of an unburdened Sunday morning. The overcast sky greeted me with a gentle gray light, and I huddled under the covers for another hour before finally freeing myself from the tomb of blankets and pillows holding me down. I let out a yawn as I stretched my hands skyward. My sweater slid up my abdomen as I lifted my arms, and it stayed stuck around my midsection. I pulled it back down, failing to immediately piece together any incongruity. Several key realizations, however, slowly made their way through the fog of my waking brain as I went to make myself a bowl of cereal: 1. All the kitchen cabinets had been moved lower since last night 2. My cereal bowls were lighter than they used to be 3. Everything seemed to be a slightly different color 4. My clothes were tight again. Like, uncomfortably tight. Wait…what? I glanced over at the full length mirror across the room. Perched atop a stool at the kitchen counter, a tall, beefy jock stared back at me. But that’s where I was sitting. The spoon dropped out of my mouth and fell into the bowl, splashing a little milk on my new sweater. I waddled over to the reflection slowly, still not quite believing the evidence right in front of me. A series of perfectly mirrored pantomime motions confirmed that the behemoth staring dumbfounded back at me was in fact my own reflection, my own titanic arms stretching sleeves to their limit, my own thunder thighs squeezing into my pajama pants like a stuffed sausage. Fuck. My clothes were so tight that I was afraid to move, worried that I might destroy them. An involuntary erection snaked its way up and over the hem of my pants, beginning to leak. Overcoming the fear of fabricide, curiosity demanded that I lift my arms into a mighty double bicep pose. The sleeves moaned under the pressure and I could see the hems starting to give, but they remained woefully intact. A swift most muscular just barely failed to make the seams explode at my shoulders. Lifting the fabric at my waist, I almost lost it at the sight of deeply etched abdominals. I rubbed my hands over the grooves in my skin, still struggling to believe that they belonged on my body. A notification on my phone snapped me back to reality. Hamzah, texting me about plans later today. I sent a message back saying I was sick. I mean, wasn’t I, in a way? As incredible as these new changes were, the inconvenient logistics of my situation were starting to creep in. How was I supposed to explain these changes to anyone at school or at home? Was this the final stage or were there more changes to come that I couldn’t predict? What was I even supposed to wear? What was I supposed to wear… I glanced back at the milk-stained sweater and cum-stained pants holding on for their dear lives as my himbofied muscle bod stressed their core stitchings to their limit. So, maybe not those. I scrambled through my closet to find an XXL t-shirt left by my ex and pair of one-size-fits-all scrub pants from a lab I took a year ago. An unusual combo, but they at least they sort of fit. I wiped up the mess from my cereal bowl, grateful that my roommates were gone until later in the day, and headed out the door. My reflection in the subway window continued to startle me. More than a few people had turned their heads as I had walked to the station. The struggles of the jock life. Of my life. Well, that was going to take some getting used to. Fortunately, there weren’t too many people out and about on a Sunday morning to gawk at me. There was, however, one cute boy who was clearly awestruck by my presence and kept furtively glancing in my direction. I had half a mind to… No, no, focus. I had to get back to the aquarium, to get someone to explain what was happening to me. I was so distracted playing out the thousand possible scenarios before me that several minutes passed before I noticed my shirt actively shrinking. No, that couldn’t be right. Could it? I watched helplessly as my already prodigious biceps slowly but perceptibly expanded. The band logo on my shirt gradually warped into unrecognizable text as my growing pecs pulled the words apart. I pulled at the collar around my neck for space, but there was already so little room that it was hard to fit my fingers through. The inflexible fabric of my pants only served to highlight every individual muscle group as they relentlessly inflated against their woven captor. Somehow, my equally inflating dick was not as obvious as it could have been – still, I struggled to hide my full on erection in this increasingly tiny tube. And just when I thought my shirt was tight enough to burst, the growth stopped. In typical New York fashion, no one seemed to notice my public transformation – except, of course, for my mid-range admirer. In fact, he had his phone out. Was he recording me? Well, that wasn’t good. The car stopped and the sonorous overhead ‘ding’ announced the new station. The moment he realized I was looking directly at him, he stopped recording and fled out the door. I found the subway car difficult to maneuver in with my new size – seriously, how did any bodybuilder function in everyday life? – and by the time I got out he was already leaving the station. Shit. I sprinted in his direction, and to my surprise I caught up to him in mere seconds. Standing before him, it baffled me just how small he was. His eyes barely reached the bottom of my pecs and my forearms were probably thicker than his thighs. How did an adult man tolerate being this puny? “Were you recording me?” I grunted. “N-n-no, dude. Of course not.” I lifted him by the back of his shirt collar easily and held him up at eye level. “Hand me your phone,” I commanded. He scrambled to take his phone out of his pocket and gave it over to me, sweating. “Great. Now what’s your…” I asked, but in my attempt to get to his log on screen I had already busted his phone with my giant hams. Oops. I guess I really didn’t know my own strength. “Shit, sorry,” I muttered, dropping him to his feet. I noticed a wet spot in his pants – it was anyone’s guess as to the nature of the fluid, but either way, the awkwardness of the encounter was mounting higher with every passing second. “I…I hope you have insurance,” I mumbled, turning around and walking away swiftly. As I continued my speed walk down the streets of New York, struggling to erase that embarrassing interaction from my gray matter, I kept having to pull my shirt down to avoid exposing my abs. After the fourth or fifth attempt, I realized that keeping my shirt down just wasn’t possible – I was so much taller and wider that the bottom of my shirt was unable to reach down past my navel. Great, my hulked out body had transformed the modest XXL into a skimpy crop top. But you know what? Why should it matter? People probably loved getting a glance at abs like these. This might be the only time in their lives when they were up close to so much muscle. Shouldn’t they enjoy it? Yeah. Yeah, they absolutely should. And who was I to deprive them of that? For the first time since the transformation, my lumbering gait had transformed into a strut. By the time I reached the aquarium, the gawking receptionist informed me that both Truant and Richards were out of the office (it was Sunday, after all). She was also not permitted to give out their contact information to members of the public, and advised that I reach out through the program that facilitated the tour if I needed to get in touch sooner. No amount of jockish charm was getting through to her. My ego deflated a little. As I walked away, I could just imagine the email to our professor – ‘Hey Prof, seems I was accidentally mutated by that fish who broke its tank yesterday, and now I’m a hulking behemoth who’s rapidly running out of valid clothing options. Think I could get a main line to the mad scientists who fucked over my genome? Best, Mark.’ I sighed heavily, staring into the large fountain outside the aquarium. The water was comforting, somehow. I had half a mind to get in as I weighed the options before me. I decided to text Hamzah instead. In an ideal universe, this would be kept a secret. My burgeoning traps and glutes, however, made than an unlikely possibility. If I couldn’t contact the scientists directly, I could at least ask the smartest geek I personally knew. ‘Heyyyyyyy, so I lied. I’m not exactly sick. But I need your help. Come over ASAP?’ Within minutes I received an ambiguous ‘fine’ in response. By the time I got home, Hamzah was already sitting outside my apartment door, absentmindedly staring at his phone. As I approached he turned to face me and said, “About…time.” I looked down at him with a blank expression, not certain what response to expect in return. He stood up, the top of his head reaching just to my collar bone. “What happened to you?” he asked, almost too matter-of-factly. “I can explain once we get inside.” “And why are you wet?” Leave it to Hamzah to focus on the extraneous details of our science-fiction-come-to-life scenario. “Well, I…swam here. It was faster.” “You what?” “It’s a lot easier with the gills…” “Gills? Oh.” He sighed, putting together the few pieces of the puzzle he had with lightning speed. “Yeah,” I said, unlocking the door. “From yesterday? The fish?” “Uh huh. Well, probably” “Right. Right…well, the gills make sense. But why are you, you know?” “Outcompeting Arnold? Going toe to toe with Lou Ferrigno?” I laughed at the idea, but I wasn’t wrong. “Yeah, that.” “Your guess is as good as mine. Although, I think I have an idea.” He stared up at me, as if to say, “Explain, please.” “I think I’m growing to the size of the clothes I’m wearing. The growth always stops just when they’re about to burst. You know, like how a goldfish grows to the size of its tank.” “I don’t think that’s a real fact about goldfish.” He seemed almost annoyed. “Do you have a better explanation?” He put his hand to his chin in a classic thinking man’s pose. “No, I guess not. But then why the size of your clothes? Why not the room?” “I don’t know, I don’t make the rules. It was a mutant goldfish?” “Have you tested it out?” “I mean. Not exactly. This is only my second change of clothes, and they were already the largest I own. Emphasis on were.” I shifted uncomfortably in my scrub-coded tights. “Right. Well, I can probably be back from the thrift store in 15 minutes…” “No!” “No?” “I’m already big enough. What am I supposed to do? How am I supposed to explain this to anyone?” “You explained it to me just fine,” he said, tapping his foot impatiently. “How am I supposed to explain it to anyone normal.” “Okay, yeah, fair enough…” It was a little hard to see down that far, but I could swear I saw a bulge in his pants. “Really, you’re hard?” He glared at me, half indignant and half embarrassed, as if to say “Did you expect anything different given the circumstances?” “Well, you’re not the first guy…” “What?” “It’s not my fault? Or I don’t think it’s my fault. I can’t tell if this is a mutant power or if every gay boy in the city is secretly just a freak muscle junkie…” “It’s probably the former.” “Probably,” I said, rolling my eyes at his unfounded certainty in the explanation that absolved him of any responsibility. “Okay, well, first things first. We have to find clothes that fit but aren’t going to trigger your growth.” “Right, okay.” “I have an idea.” “I’m open to anything,” I said, somewhat desperately. “I’m guessing the way this works is that your body grows until it senses a certain degree of pressure on your skin. So, maybe, if you wear something form fitting, it’ll be enough pressure to stop you from getting bigger but still fit over your…girth.” “Okay. It’s worth a shot. I mean, it’s that or never wear clothes again, right?” I saw him blush, which was a rare occurrence for Hamzah. It was kind of cute, seeing him small and helpless like that. In fact, if I wanted to, it would be so easy to just grab him and… Focus. Step one, obtain clothes. “Okay, I’ll be back soon. Soonish. I’ll probably need to make a few stops.” He left in a hurry, seeming relieved to break the sexual tension in favor of a more objective mission. I tried to take off my current clothes, but being soaked and two sizes too small I quickly gave up and just tore them off. I grabbed a few towels to wipe off the entirety of my body and glanced at my progress in the mirror. I was starting to approach seriously freaky size. As I craned my arms into a double bicep pose, my lats flared out involuntarily, eclipsing the width of this poor little wall-mounted mirror. Wrapping my hand around one of my jutting pecs, I could feel the weight and heft shift as I slowly flexed it to its full potential. I noticed my perception adjusting to this new size, maybe even longing to get bigger. My gaze wandered down to my dick, which seemed to always be in a state of semi-erection. I lifted it up against my abs, letting it graze the corrugated muscle and throb in response. No one was here. Might as well let loose. By the time Hamzah had returned, I had lost count of how many loads I lost. I had attempted to take a bath to wash off the spunk, but most of my body no longer fit and I shot another at the thought of growing too big for the tub. Fortunately, the shower was more effective and I was just drying off as Hamzah entered the bathroom. He tried to hide it, but I could tell the little man was awestruck by the glory of my fully naked body. I flexed my gills, exposing the openings in the sides of my neck. “Ew, put those away,” he said. “Hmph, feels a little ableist,” I joked. “Oh, shut up. I got some options for you.” He dumped the new spandex clothes unceremoniously on the couch. “Here, try this one.” “What color is this?” “White. Did the fish bite make you blind?” “No, I think I see ultraviolet now. It’s kinda like purple but…different.” “Fascinating. Can you put the shirt on now please?” He said, averting his eyes. “I think it’s pretty cool…” I muttered under my breath. I contorted my torso to slip on the XL under-armour shirt. It ripped before it even got past my shoulders. “I think we’ll need something bigger.” To make a point, I flexed my bicep and easily tore the poor seems apart. “Okay…try this.” He handed me a neon orange XXXL, and I barely managed to squeeze it on with his help. “Well, how do you feel?” he asked. “Honestly…good. Like, really good. Like I’ve never felt this powerful in my entire life.” “I meant the shirt, idiot.” “Oh, yeah. It fits well. I don’t think I’m growing, either.” He smirked, seemingly proud of himself that he had cracked the code. “Put these on next.” The pants were a deep green and slightly tighter than the shirt, but together we pulled them over my iron glutes. My half hard dick fell sideways over my huge quads. Hamzah didn’t say anything, but I knew he was impressed. I waddled over to the mirror once more. “Where’d you get these colors? I look like a superhero!” “At the sizes you’re looking for there’s not a lot of options. And you look like Mermaid Man. If you count that as a superhero.” “Does that make you my little Barnacle Boy?” I said, smirking down at him. Way down. In fact, he seemed to be getting shorter. Uh oh. “Hamzah, I don’t think your theory was correct.” A pallor came over his face as he watched my pecs pull my collar downwards. “Here, I’ll help you take them off. Hurry!” I started to lift the shirt up from my abs, but quickly found my lats to be very much in the way. Hamzah’s little stick arms weren’t having any better luck. He sprinted over to the kitchen to get scissors, but when he returned I held him down with one of my hands. “What are you doing!?” I took a moment to contemplate what to do next. This growth felt good. Like, really good. Great, actually. Like the best thing that had ever happened to me. Why should I stop now? Why, I could be the strongest man that ever existed. Bigger than the Thing, stronger than the Hulk. Who cares who knows? No one could stop me now. I’d just outgrow them. Become invincible. It turns out the spandex wasn’t just ill equipped to stop my growth. If anything, the elasticity just propelled my growth even further – no matter how much larger I became, the pressure never changed. Hamzah watched in horror as my body continued to swell. I must have passed the 400 pound mark before they started to tear, but I just kept growing through it. It wasn’t until all the clothes were in shreds on the floor that my body finally slowed down. I eventually let Hamzah go, but he didn’t move. I stood up and stretched my arms, but found them quickly hampered by the ceiling. My dick was staunchly erect and oozing cum. It bobbed against my abs, which were starting to get a little bloated from the sheer size – still, my waist was only about a quarter of the width of my shoulders. I picked Hamzah up by his shirt and propped him on one of my pecs. His legs dangled over the edge of my chest, but he sat there comfortably. “Well, that didn’t work,” I stated plainly. “No, no it did not,” he responded. “But look at the results!” I exclaimed. “Isn’t it incredible! I can’t believe I ever wanted to stop growing. Although finding clothes that force me to grow more is gonna be pretty difficult now…” “You can’t be serious. This isn’t enough for you? As it is you can barely even walk out the door or wash yourself. If you get any bigger it’d just be…impractical.” “Hmph, well, you don’t seem to mind” I gestured, pointing at his own erection. He blushed again, and I lifted him up to stare at me face to face. “I think I know what will help. Give you an example of how we can meet the ‘impractical’ needs of my growing body.” “We?” “Well, you really,” I said, grabbing my dick and forcing it down just enough to create a special opening between my cock and my abs. He fit perfectly, squirming a bit at first but quickly accepting his position. “There. Now I have someone to keep the cum from getting all over the apartment”. He started lapping up the flowing liquid, wrapping his arms and legs around my massive member to squeeze out more and more. “That’s a good boy. Does this seem ‘practical’ enough for you?” “Yeah, I…” He couldn’t stop drinking long enough to fully answer. The door clicked and my two roommates entered with their backpacking gear. It was fair to say they were a bit taken aback by the scene before them. Oh, good. Some more servants to meet my needs.

Moderator's Note: I have been reassured by the creator of this work that everyone mentioned is over the age of 18. Simon walked through the boisterous bar with his empty pint glass in hand, the sleazy dive alive with the jovial chatter of friends enjoying each other's company around the assorted tables. Simon had just walked away from his own table of college classmates, his peers deciding to call it an early night. Simon on the other hand was on the prowl. The redhead scanned the bar for a partner that would meet his superficial standards: Tall, strong, and hopefully sporting a massive cock. He heard a heavy shuffling of chairs from behind, a table of men all getting up in unison. He bit his lower lip as he watched them give each other hugs before filtering out of the bar one by one. There was a massive black man that looked like he could bench a car, as well as a smaller athletic man and a medium sized average Joe. But one man dwarfed all of them; a massive and handsome musclestud that seemed to glow with light from within. Simon swooned as he saw the man turn, his face seemed to suggest he wasn't any older than Simon, his bulging muscles clearly visible underneath a tight polo shirt. As the bodybuilder said his goodbyes he strode toward the bar instead of the door, catching a glimpse of Simon’s longing gaze. Simon turned his head in embarrassment for staring, coming face to face with the bartender. "What'll it be?" The man asked, slightly annoyed, Simon not sure how long he had been ignoring him. "Whatever is good on tap." The light around Simon dimmed as the massive figure of the musclestud took his place at the bar beside the red head. The man placed his own pint glass on the bar making the sizeable vessel look more like a shot glass in size. Simon had an idea. "Wait!" Simon interrupted the waiter as he grabbed the glasses, "Get this guy one too, on me." he said motioning to the hunk. The stud looked down at him with a thankful smirk, "And to whom do I owe the pleasure?" "Simon!" The redhead replied enthusiastically with his hand outstretched, the gesture returned when the large man’s massive mitt enveloped and nearly crushed his hand as he shook it. The size difference between the two men was ridiculous, as if they were two different species. If the two were standing face-to-face he would be staring straight at the base of giant’s pecs. "Nick," the beast replied, interrupting Simon's horny daydream, "Thanks for the beer little dude. My friends just took off so I'm here alone. Want to chat?" He said as he motioned toward some barstools. Nick sat at the bar with the comparatively tiny human beside him, the two exchanging pleasantries and introductions in a conversation well lubricated by alcohol. As last call rolled around a casual observer might have assumed the pair to be good friends, but Simon wanted to be far more than friends, he wanted to get the giant musclestud into his bed and climb him like a jungle gym. "It's been nice talking to you dude," Nick sighed as he finished the pint that Simon had bought for him, "but I should probably hit the road." "Uhhh...me too!" Simon stalled, suddenly noticing his need to urinate after so many beers, "Just let me use the washroom before we head out." As soon as the musclestud nodded Simon walked from the table to the washroom, swinging his hips in stride, desperate to arouse something in Nick. As he started to urinate, the sound of heavy footsteps entering the washroom caused Simon to freeze in place, unmoving as a shadow moved behind him and Nick took residence at the adjoining urinal. A long zip and a meaty "thwap" of the musclestud's cock emerging was followed by a watery sound equivalent to the gushing of a garden hose. Simon couldn't stop himself at this point. With his own semi in hand he looked left to a beautiful sight, the meaty cock of the muscle stud glinting in the washroom light right at eye level, it's flesh moist with musky sweat. Even flaccid it was as long his forearm and thicker than a fist. He moaned to himself at the beautiful display. "See what something ya like dude?” Nick asked the awestruck man, Simon jumping at the sound of his masculine voice and his freckled face reddening in embarrassment at being found out. "Come back to mine." Simon begged. "How close?" "Just around the corner" Simon gasped breathlessly, "Please, I want to be taken by you." Nick gave the man a smug smirk. "Sure." Simon unlocked the door to the small apartment and led the giant in. Nick almost had to duck in order to make it through the door, his shoulders just shy of tourching the frame. "This is it!" Simon announced as he switched the lights on. The apartment was a bachelor pad with a small kitchenette and a bed in the middle of the living area. "Uh, why don't you relax on the bed while I get ready, shouldn't take longer than five minutes." Simon said while pointing at the bed. As he closed the door to the washroom he could hear his bed creak as Nick placed his weight on it. Simon quickly showered and cleaned out his rear for the intrusion to come, before trotting out to the living area. Nick was splayed out in the bed naked, his hands interlocked behind his head expectantly. "Took you long enough." The musclestud teased with a wink. "Sorry to keep you waiting!" Simon replied back, climbing onto the bed in the little space left beside the giant, "Where should I start?" "Hmmmmmmm..." Nick hummed with a knowing grin, "Why don't you lay down on my chest and put your face in my crotch?” Simon eagerly climbed atop the ripped belly of the musclestud, the abdominal muscles of Nick' belly looked like carved stone. He straddled the muscleman and moved his face in toward the crotch, feeling the unimaginably powerful source of heat and musk. Simon stared at the flaccid meat, the beautiful thick beast already as long as his face. "My god..." He gasped in reverence. "I see you've met my snake. Why don’t you give him a kiss? I’m sure he’s eager to make friends." Simon dove onto the cock, so turned on that he could wait no longer to have that massive spire skewer his insides. As Nick's giant cock stiffened, Simon moved his head to the side, the shaft snaking its way over his shoulder and down his back leaving a glistening trail of precum on his freckled skin. All the while he continued his dutiful worship, licking down the side of the shaft while massaging the heavy testicles in the leathery scrotum below. "Awww yeah, I'm almost fully hard now," Nick chimed as he toyed with Simon's hole. Simon paused his suckling on the salty, velvety skin of the cock to reply, "I'm glad to be of serv..." only to be interrupted by a finger sliding into his butt. "Put that mouth to use and keep sucking." Nick goaded as Simon cried out with the teasing of his rear. The twink continued his dutiful service, massaging those massive balls and suckling at the shaft until the musclestud removed his fingers. “Alright dude, I’m ready.” Nick stated with a grunt, rolling the smaller man off of his chest whilst moving into a sitting position against the headboard. Simon reached toward the nightstand and grabbed his smartphone while getting himself in position, straddling the massive chest of the stud with the massive cock pressed up against his spine. “Oh…” Simon realized, looking up at the Nick between glances and taps at his smartphone, “I like to livestream myself getting fucked by big sexy guys like yourself, do you mind?” The musclestud had a look of contemplation on his face for a second before shrugging,”If the internet wants to watch me ruin that cute little ass of yours then I can’t blame them.” “Perfect!” Simon giggled in excitement, tapping the phone once more before holding the device at arm’s length. As he stared into the front-facing camera he began his spiel, “What’s up you kinky fuckers? Have I got a treat for you!” He shuffled to the side and allowed the rock hard length of musclestud cock to poke out from under his armpit, the head glistening with a sheen of spit and precum, “I was lucky to find this hot stud at the bar and he’s going to fit his entire musclestud cock into my ass till he’s balls deep inside of me.” With the phone still at arm’s length the kinky ginger gave the head of the cock a kiss and stood up on the bed, Nick taking his cue to grab his partner around the waist in one hand and his cock in the other. “You ready?” The musclestud asked, pulling Simon’s hips down until the blunt battering ram of flesh was pressing intently against the twink's hole. Simon could see the chat of the live stream lighting up with the comments of viewers ready to watch a redhead get skewered on the massive rod. Simon moved the phone down behind his butt to capture the moment of entry, “Take me you sexy fuck!” he cried out almost girlishly. With a grin Nick tightened his grip on Simon’s waist to a crushing strength and forced the man’s hips down, his hole popping open as the broad head forced its way in. Simon cried out in a high-pitched moan as his insides warped around the intrusion. He turned the phone back to his front, his comparatively tiny erection bouncing as his body shuddered around the girth. “Oh my god it’s inside of me.” Simon moaned, almost sounding frightened. “Two inches down…” Nick stated in a sadistic tone, a knowing smirk played across his face, “Sixteen more to go!” With unrelenting force the stud began the slow process of spitting the his partner with his cock, Simon throwing his head back and moaning in staccato breaths as he was taken for the ride of his life. The spear invading his guts slowly forged its way forward. The invasion was so massive the bulge of the cock could be seen moving up the Simon's belly on the livestream, several of the stream’s viewers pondering out loud how he could even survive such internal trauma. As the bulge of the head came to a rest inside of Simon’s chest he could feel his overstretched hole make contact with Nick's pubes. “Hnnngggggg!” Simon moaned lustily in discomfort, moving the camera around to show the massive testicles resting against his freckled butt, then to his front to see the bulge moving under his ribs as he wiggled on the beastly column, smiling in between winces to the livestream “I can’t believe it’s all the way inside.” “Good job buddy,” Nick stated impatiently as he tightened his grip on the petite ginger, “Now time to get fucked!” With a grin the musclestud pulled the human off the shaft by a foot and simply let go. With Simon’s legs not in place to support his own weight he simply fell back down to the hilt and cried out in a girlish shriek. While laughing at the twink's response, the musclegod grabbed him around the waist and neck and began to pound away at the guy's insides, alternating between thrusting upwards to bounce the human on top of his hips and moving his victim physically up and down the shaft, all the while the bulge in the belly clearly visible as the human’s insides were pushed aside to make way for a new organ. “S-s-slow down…hhhnnnn… it’s t-t-t-too much!” Simon stutteringly cried. “Shut up nerd, this is what you wanted isn’t it?” Nick goaded back between thrusts while the lewd of his balls slapping the boy’s freckled butt filled the air, “This is what cock hungry little sluts like you deserve.” “You’re fucking up my body! I’m fucking cumming! Holy shit. Oh my god oh my god oh my god I think I’m fucking dying!” Simon could barely focus on his camera work now, just trying to survive as his body was tossed about like a ragdoll in the dominating bodybuilder's grasp. The chat meanwhile was going crazy. “Holy fuck I already blew my load!” “Do you think he’ll live? He’s going to need an ambulance after this… maybe a hearse.” Nick grunted as he continued to thrust into the smaller man, his breathing becoming rapid as he approached orgasm. Simon’s moans of discomfort had turned to moans of pleasure, his body becoming accustomed to the intrusion of the massive pole. “I’m getting clo-“ Simon started to moan before Nick wrapped his hand over his mouth, silencing him. “Shut up.” Nick goaded again, trying to focus on the tightness of the twink around his cock. By this point, the violence of his thrusts combined with his immense strength now had the walls shaking as the bed dented the wall it was against. As he reached his peak, the musclegod could feel his cock swell, his bouncing balls growing tighten right as he hilted into the redhead. As the first shot of cum blasted his partner's colon, he tightened his grip around the Simon’s neck, Simon gasping as he was pumped full of thick cream. Even while gasping, the twink never forgot about his viewership, his arm still held out in front to capture the selfie of his belly swelling with seed even as his other hand defensively grasped as the stud's massive mitt over his mouth. Simon shot another tiny load onto the chest of the muscleman. With a few more spurts the musclestud’s orgasm died down. As Nick released his grasp the lightheaded twink fell forward into a hug against the expansive chest of the musclestud, minding to still hold the camera at arm’s length and look into the lens as he huffed in his own exhaustion, his body moving up and down with every breath of the muscled beast beneath him. “You did good dude, most guys can't handle more than half of my meat.” Nick said with a sigh. With a pop and a splash he lifted Simon off his massive member, a waterfall of gooey seed pouring out of Simon’s hole and down onto the bed. The thick 18-inch cock fell onto Nick's pecs with a thud, his cum splattering on both their chests as Nick brought Simon back down, sandwiching their dicks between them. “Still one more job left for you to do though,” Nick hinted, “Gonna need you to lick me clean before I’m done with you.” Simon gave a submissive moan as he looked up into Nick's eyes and began to service him, licking Nick's pecs while stroking the cum-covered cock with one hand, the other hand extended out to give his audience the best view. Nick saw Simon look towards the side table before looking up to give him a wink. Following the glance he saw a pair of handcuffs. “Bondage eh?” Nick said as he grabbed the handcuffs and roughly restrained the twink. Grabbing the phone from Simon’s hand he glanced at the livestream window, considering ending the broadcast by simply crushing the device in his hand, however he reconsidered as he saw the viewer count approach ten thousand and donations rolled in by the hundreds of dollars. “Alright buddy, your viewers want a show? Let’s give ‘em a show.” Without warning Nick shoved Simon off the bed, crashing to the floor with a startled yelp and unable to stop the fall for his bound wrists. Nick was standing over him now, the livestreaming cell phone firmly in hand. “What the hell are you doing!?” “Oh stop whining.” Nick barked, “On your feet.” Simon scrambled up to his feet, his head coming to just level with Nick's throbbing cock as his frightened eyes stared past the cell phone and into Nick’ plotting eyes. “Lick me clean.” Nick ordered. Simon moved his face towards the thick monster with trepidation as he extended his tongue. Though he loved domination and sucking cock, this was something different entirely, it felt perilous, like his life actually might be in danger. As soon as the tip of his tongue touched the cock head Nick palmed the twink's entire head and forced it onto his meat, driving half of the 18-inch beast down Simon's throat. Simon let out a muffled yelp and tried to pull his cum coated face away, but Nick's hand held firm. “Suck.” Tears poured out of Simon's eyes as he bobbed his head up and down Nick's massive cock. He extended his tongue out to try and slurp up the plentiful amounts of gooey seed running down the vein-covered pole, trying to pleasure Nick enough to let him free. Instead, Nick shoved him all the way down his member, holding the small man in place as thousands watched. Nick smirked as the redhead choked on his dick. He enjoyed feeling Simon spasm as he fought for air, his cuffed arms flailing to try to break free. He regarded the livestream view of the phone for a moment, noticing that the viewer count was now over twelve thousand. The comments we’re pretty great too. “Do you think he’ll snuff him? That would be so hot!” “He better let Simon go, I can’t jerk off to this slut’s stream if he’s dead.” “What a lucky guy, taking a massive cock like that…” Simon's face turned red, then blue, then started to lose color entirely. His hands, previously twitching to try and free himself, fell limply at his sides. “Heh, pathetic.” Nick remarked, pulling him off his dick to let Simon fall to the ground like a sack of potatoes. As Simon coughed and gasped while regaining consciousness Nick squatted over him, completely eclipsing his body. He shoved the phone in the Simon's face, making sure that the viewers could get a good look at the twink's cum glazed expression from the forced face fucking. “You’re fucking worthless, you know that?” Nick goaded the redhead, grabbing the human’s jaw and looking into the frightened man's eyes with a look of disgust, “The only thing sluts like you are good for is to be used up and thrown away by real men like me.” “Please..” Simon gasped in between fitful coughs, “Please no more.” Simon was suddenly grabbed by the neck and thrown over his desk with his rear hanging off of the edge, only exacerbating his coughing fit as Nick pinned his cuffed hands behind his back. Nick positioned the phone in front of Simon's face, perfectly framing the twink and the massive muscleman behind him. “What the hell are you doing!?” Simon screamed. Nick placed one hand on the human’s upper back, pinning him in place. He used the other hand to guide the head of his cock to Simon’s hole, the rivulets of precum effortlessly falling into the gaping orifice as Nick readied himself to fuck Simon's brains out. “This is going to hurt, try to enjoy it.” Nick taunted. “Help! Please he’s killing me!” Simon cried out. “Someone on the stream send help! I’m too young to die!” Simon screamed as Nick pierced his anus, shoving his whole length deep in one go. Simon let out a high pitched scream. He was in utter agony as the massive intrusion forged its own path through his body. Despite taking Nick's cock all the way before, this time Nick clearly wasn't holding back, plowing Simon with violent force. His cock was so long and thick and hard that it was busting through Simon’s intestines and his vital organs. And every time his cock tore through an organ, a spasm of pleasure went through Nick’s body as he felt his cock destroy the living tissue. Simon could feel everything: the pulse of the musclegod as the shaft twitched with every heartbeat, the unrelenting pressure as the head pushed through his body, spearing his insides without regard for how he might survive, and his heart as it screamed out with pain as if having a heart attack. With what little air he had left Simon coughed, bright red blood falling from his mouth into the table as a sign of just how thoroughly the beast had destroyed his insides. “Please don’t do this. I’ll do anything!” He cried and pleaded as Nick ground their hips together, “I’ll give you everything I have. I’ll be your slave! You could have me whenever you want! Please I don’t want to die!” The chat meanwhile was flooded with comments as they watched Simon's eyes roll to the back of his head. "C'mon dude! Wreck that slut!" "Fuck his brains out!" "Aw yeah, break that bitch!" Nick smirked as he started to hump the man under him, using Simon as little more than a cock sleeve for his pleasure. The thrusts were short, sharp and brutal. He only pulled out two or three inches before slamming back in place, the force of the thrust causing Simon to cough up more blood with every impact, the hefty nuts filling the room with a slapping noise that drowned out the slushy wet sound of the human’s internal organs being repeatedly torn and bruised. His huge abs muscles were pushing his cock deeper and deeper inside Simon’s ass. The chat went wild as they watched the incredible power of Nick’s fucking. They watched Nick’s huge muscles flex and writhe and smash his cock into the puny body of his partner. They were totally turned on by this display of total muscle domination. As the thrusts increased in tempo and length Simon started to realize that he wouldn’t survive. He couldn't feel the lower half of his body anymore. This sadistic muscleman had utterly wrecked his internal organs. His life flashed before his eyes: his life, his home, his family, his various sexual partners, his hopes and dream, his entire future destroyed. Then he heard bones cracking. Simon’s pelvis was cracking apart. It was being broken apart by Nick’s powerful thrusts. Nick thrusts became longer and harder, his grunts and straining more pronounced as he approached climax. “Here I cum dude!” He grunted, slamming forward with as much force as possible. Simon felt the cock hilt, coughing up another gout of blood as he felt the cock expand inside him. As jets of sperm filled what little space was left in him, it quickly ran out of room, the next shots coming out of the twink's mouth and nose as spurts in sync with the stud's cumshots. Cum sprayed all over the phone, covering the video in a milky haze. It looked like Simon was vomiting cum when in reality his throat had just become an extension of Nick’s urethra, the pearlescent substance spurting from his mouth as he gasped for air. The climax began to ebb and the cum flowing from Simon’s mouth slowed to a dribble. Simon gasped for air, the darkness started to fade from the periphery of his vision and an idea start to dawn on him: He might live. Nick pushed himself up and began to pull out of the twink's body, his long cock pulling out with a wet popping sound, a river of pearlescent cum with streaks of blood dripping down Simon’s balls to the floor. Nick brought the phone up, wiped it off, and panned downwards to show Simon's wrecked body, his head buried in a thick puddle of blood and cum, a second pool on the ground beneath him. Nick smirked deviously to the viewers of the livestream as he showed off his handiwork. “Whelp,” Nick chuckled as he addressed the viewers directly, “he was a fun fuck, but I think I broke him.” The chat by this point was going wild. A few viewers were mourning the end of their favorite camwhore, but most were absolutely ecstatic to see Simon filled and drenched in jizz. “Oh man, that was intense!” “Dang, I guess no more Simon streams.” “That sexy musclestud should put his credit card info in the app so we can send him cash to do stuff.” That last chat caught Nick’s attention. He wasn’t short of cash, but who couldn’t use a bit more? With a quick tap over to the settings page he replaced Simon’s credit card info with his own. It was a novel idea, he had never made money off of his prey before, nor had he crowdsourced their torment, but there is a first time for everything. He looked into the camera to address the streamers. “Alright you horny voyeurs, time to pay up!” Nick smiled while framing his squirming gut in frame, “You pay, I do, so tell me what you want to see here before my little toy expires.” Just then a paid chat splashed across screen, “$350: Tease him for a few minutes.” “Alright kid, how ya doing?” Nick asked as he lifted Simon’s cum-drenched face out of the pool of jizz and blood on the table. “Please, please let me go!” Simon gasped. “Heh there's no saving you now buddy. How old are you again?” Nick asked while giving a mischievous smile to the camera. “I just turned twenty! Please, let me go!” Simon cried back while sobbing. Nick grinned, “Twenty years on this planet, but now you're nothing but a broken cumdump. I'm gonna blow a huge fucking load up your ass when I crush that cute little twink body of yours. Aw yeah dude, my muscles love to snuff little twerps like you. Makes me cum so fucking hard.” Simon wailed and sobbed in response, the cruel musclestud making the pain he felt all that much worse with his words. The chat was ecstatic, “Oh man, I’m going to be jerkin it to this vid for the next five years!” one of the commenters remarked. Nick was enjoying the directed torment thoroughly; who knew it could be so profitable to torment prey? He usually did it for free! “$1000: Make him admit he’s done for!” “Shhh, it’s okay Simon, shhh.” The musclestud flipped Simon onto his back, gently patting Simon’s head. Nick straddled the broken twink, flexing for Simon and the camera, his sweaty muscle pumped and glistening, every deeply-carved striation and vascular web visible. "This is what a real man looks like." He flexed his arm and admired the beauty of the bicep, raising it to lips and giving it a kiss. "Pure power, right there. You think you stand a chance of surviving?" All that Simon could do is sob and beg incoherently in response. “I’m looking for an answer, bitch.” Nick said more firmly, still getting no coherent response, “What will you be when I'm done with you?” “I’ll be dead!” He sobbed, “You’re going to fuck me to death!” Nick gave a wink to the camera, his actions hopefully satisfying the viewers. A few more paid chats same through, but nothing to really take note of until a massive one emerged: “$5000: Crush him! Grind him down.” “Alright Simon, it’s been fun, for me at least…” Nick advised while pulling Simon up and wrapping him in a tight bearhug. “But now your viewers want me to crush you into paste. Any last words?” “No no no no no no…” Was all that Simon could whimper over and over again, seeming to succomb the internal damage Nick had caused already. Nick chuckled, shrugging. “Oh well,” He said as he moved the two of them over the bed so that the viewers could get a full view of Simon's last moments. “Something about snuffing my prey always gets me real hard!” Nick said as he winked to the camera, giving a devilish smile. Filled with kill-lust, Nick shifted his hips and shoved his dick back into the tender asshole. The bodybuilder could feel the twink's ribs tremble beneath his crushing grip. Nick held it for a moment, relishing the feel of bone ready to break at his command. His python arms unleashed their full power. cccrrrKRIK! CCrrrrSNAP! Simon let out a groan."YEEEAAHH!!! C'MON! C'MON!" Nick taunted as more ribs splintered, snapped, and drove sharply into Simon's lungs. Nick's dick pumped the guy's anus like an relentless piston. Nick squeezed hungrily, insatiable for the snap of each rib. "Isn't this what you wanted?" Nick said softly into Simon's ear, "No? Wasn't that what you were thinking about when you were watching me at the bar? Thinking about my awesome strength? My huge fucking muscles?" He continued to constrict his prey, excited by the sudden surrender and pop of an unknown bone or the squish of an internal organ. “Fuck, crunch for me you dumb little slut!” Nick cried out as he gave a final crushing squeeze. "uh..uhhh....UHHHH!!!!!" Simon cried out loudly as his own ribcage imploded, his heart compressed and instantly crushed against his deforming spine and bursting internal organs. His expression was frozen in shock, his mouth gasped twice like a dying fish, before his face relaxed and the life that animated his eyes evaporated. Spasms of death surged through Simon's ass giving Nick even more pleasure as he thrust his cock in and out of his ass, which was now twitching in death. Nick yelled orgasmed again, filling up Simon’s body with spurt after spurt of sperm. Cum and blood poured from both ends of Simon, soaking the bed below. After many spurts of cum Nick finally stopped and pulled his huge cock out of Simon’s mangled body. “As I was saying before, there’s just something so hot about crushing preyboys that I can’t ah.. ahh!” Nick moaned in ecstasy as his cock flared again and painted photo of Simon and his family on the desk with a blast of musclestud spunk, sending it shattering to the floor. “Just can’t help myself.” Nick said while panting from the exertion. He knelt over the body, panting hard from the exertion of the kill, sweat dripping off his face, powerful shoulders, and chest. Looking at the clock he realized it was 2AM, about time to wrap things up. The chat meanwhile was wondering what came next. “Well folks that looks like about it for me I-“ Nick began, but was interrupted by another sponsored chat, “$2000: Blow your load on the corpse and tease it!” The musclestud had just blown his load… But who was he to disappoint an audience? He turned to the wrecked body on the bed and grasped his massive cock. “Alright Simon, I’ll be generous and give you one last load,” he bragged as he pumped his length to full hardness. Despite having just cum, it wasn’t difficult for Nick to become aroused again. He loved to revel in what is body did to his prey, their former forms completely destroyed by his powerful god-like body, He started to think about what Simon must have been like - confidant, slutty, educated, he stole all of that in order to pleasure himself and make a quick buck, and he loved it. Nick flexed as he stroked his monster cock, his eyes closed as he reveled in his own power. He picked Simon’s head up with one hand and jammed it into the huge crevice between his pecs. He flexed his monstrous pecs and crushed the man’s face between those huge globes of rock hard muscle, breaking his cheekbones. Then he rubbed the broken face all over his pecs and abs. That was enough to send him over the edge. He tossed the broken body back onto the bed and gripped his meat with both hands. Nick roared as the first shot of his seed splattered over the corpse, blasting like a firehose. Cum immediately covered the entire body, inch thick layers of cum covering Simon until he was unrecognizable. Nick aimed his cock back at the gaping asshole in front of him, and shot a long spray right back into it, laughing the whole time. The rest of the shots were just as voluminous, soaking the rest of the body in semen. Finally after what seemed like 5 minutes, Nick's orgasm finally slowed back down to a trickle. It was finally time to end the stream. “I’d like to thank everyon-“ His sign-off was once again interrupted, “$5000: Crush his skull with your hands!” Nick chuckled. To think he’d been doing that for free for so long. He aimed the camera downwards to give the viewers a good view and lifted up Simon's head with both hands. The audience watched with rapt attention as the striated muscles of Nick's forearms writhed and blossomed with veins. His biceps engorged with blood and his deltoids formed hard, tight curvatures-literally the size of bowling balls. His pecs oozed out meatily and brushed against the back of his prey's head. They all heard the hollow crack, then more crunching noises, and finally the gruesome sound of blood spilling copiously to the floorboards. Nick let go of the wet sponge that his fingers had sunken into and the body fell back to the bed. "Now, THAT is how it is done." Nick said as he curled his arms up into a double bicep pose. He wetly kissed the peaked heads of each bicep and his eyes adored their carved perfection. Letting out a satisfied sigh, Nick stepped off the bed. He reached for the phone, which was still on and surprisingly untouched by the torrent of cum and blood that had covered the bed and desk. “Thanks for the fun dudes!” He signed off of the stream and collected his things, taking a quick shower in Simon’s bathroom before making his way towards the door. The musclestud before he walked out of the building never to be seen again.

Really looking forward to see where this goes.

Are we getting another chapter?!

Thanks so much, muscleaddict, for your very supportive response. And, ahem, there IS another story that I started posting two days ago, "Condo Hookup." It's a short four chapter one so it might take you only two weeks this time to get to it! X

Finally got around to reading the rest of this! I loved the slow build, the mounting sexual tension and the general sex/horn-fuelled vibe (sure there's a more technical term for that! ) mixed with those little sweet/cute/romantic moments of the characters exploring their feelings for each other. I especially loved the chapter from Jolias' point of view where we got inside his head and were allowed to see his more vulnerable side. People think bodybuilders' physiques are gross so what if he thinks the same?! I loved that! Fantastic work, Dennis. Excited at the prospect of reading more from you.

Ah. Jarrod is so cute!! More please!

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.

Agreed! Grow him massive!!

Hello again @muscleaddict, I think I mostly stayed silent until recently because I am not a native English-speaker and I thought my English in 2018 could have been too bad. Also (as mentioned in direct message) I am not good at writing and expressing feelings. I think many people can feel the same and hesitate about writing comments. The reaction button is a good addition that allows people to show what they liked without writing imo, so I hope it will reflect more accurately our appreciation in your current and future stories. I was not sure you would like AI fan arts, I don't think I ever saw you publish anything in any comment (until now) or any tweet (erm, X post… urgh that new platform name…) [edit: I missed the Funko Pops you created for Muscle Lads Inc.!] about AI so I wasn't sure how you would feel. Glad you liked those and that you also got your hands on Bing! For AI Little Denton, I was kind of inspired by Harry Potter, that you mentioned so many times through the story, and I thought that Little Winghing could be like Little Denton (and vice versa). On those specific versions, I would imagine that Noah probably had time to get more buffed (look at those muscles through the blue hoodie!) and that they both are taking care of their cuteness as they would become more confident about showing their feelings in public. It is I who is bowing before your writing talents Much thanks for this beautiful story and so many others.

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.

He should get all the growth he can get heh.

That's the plan

Bigger, much bigger!

And of course, AJ in his Tesco polo shirt…

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 )

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

Hi folks. Just found this on an old cd disc from 2004. Don't know who the author is/was,but thought some of you might like to read it? Jasen with an E Jake was a short nerdy looking kid. He liked music such as classical and The Beatles which no cool jock liked… it also didn’t help much that he was in his School Orchestra and he was as skinny and as tall as a rail. He was always picked on and had a few friends but they were all in the Orchestra or Chorus. One day he was walking into his gym class (aka. His least favorite class) he got pined on the ground by someone big but he really didn’t see whoever it was because he got blindfolded pretty much right after he was pinned. He felt himself being carried somewhere. After about five minutes he finally heard a door close. He got sat into a chair and got his blindfold taken off. When he got in off it looked really bright in the room, even though it was quite dark, he couldn’t see anyone though. Finally he saw someone, he really couldn’t distinct him though. “Jake… Jake…” Jake could hear the person talking to him but he was talking very quietly. Jake… You are getting very relaxed and obedient…” Right before Jake’s vision blurred away he could see it was the star Quarterback for the football team. They hadn’t won in three years and they were always complaining how they needed a good football player. After every thing went black became tried and fell asleep but still could hear the person talk. He kinda thought it was strange. “Jake you will listen to my every command and shall obey my every word…” *All of a sudden I feel very in-tune with this person’s voice.* “I want you to listen, your name from now on shall be Jasen with an E. J-A-S-E-N and when anyone spells it or says it wrong you get real mad” *Jasen… but my name is Jake wait no it isn’t it is Jasen with an E and I get pissed of when anyone spells in wrong. * “I also have never been in the Orchestra in fact you hate the Orchestra because they are all nerds, dork, and gay. You have been in the football team instead for as long as you used to be in Orchestra. But for four years after second grade you were in the swim team…” *On the swim team… football… I was never part of any of those things or was I? Yes I was on the swim team till Fifth Grade and on the Football team for three years when I entered High school… ya! I am a real jock.* “Jasen… when you woke up this morning you didn’t look like an Orch Dork you looked like a swimmer and a football player. You had big strong arms and thick legs and calves for swimming. You had an eight pack. And you were so tall you couldn’t see your face in the mirror. You had to bend over to see your face because you are 6’ 7” and you have all the muscles to match. When you saw your face you had handsome features… big strong square jaw. And you had big Aquamarine eyes that any girl would die for. You had puffy cheeks and a rather large but fitting nose.” After he was done saying this Jasen (Jake) felt a large burning all over his body. First he felt and heard his arms and legs growing. It hurt so bad he wanted to scream but he couldn’t. It was like all his work to get those muscles was happening to him in five seconds. Then he felt the same pain I his abs. He could almost feel each ab forming as the pain increased. He again felt pain in his legs and torso but it was different. It was like he was being reshaped. He knew what was happening as he felt the back of his chair become lower. Then he felt extra muscles form from swimming under his football muscles. Then he felt a burning in his eyes and face as his face rearranged. “Lastly Jasen you are growing to have your hair grow longer and with each 1/2 of an inch of hair you will gain 1 inch to your Cock. It will stop after 3 inches are added to your hair.” Jasen felt a large sensation in his head and penis… no wait cock… and felt his pants get tight, really tight. “I see you are about to burst out of those clothes, so take them off” Slowly Jasen took of his clothes and when he got it all off. He could feel a difference in the way his parts moved. “Know we need to change your grammar… okay you are an honors student at the moment and you are really smart. Now I want you to take ¾ of that knowledge and change it into football knowledge. You know everything there is about football but you don’t know any thing about your academics.” Jasen could feel a difference from that one but not much. “Know Jasen I want you to open your eyes and look at your self. Also you can talk” Slowly Jasen opened his eyes he looked at himself and saw a huge difference. His perspective was much different in everyway. Everything seems smaller and farther away. He guessed it was from growing seven inches. He then looked at his arms. They were huge he could tell he had done both swimming and football because of how huge his arms were compared to other football players. He then looked farther down and saw his fuckstick which was also huge he had a seven incher soft but now it was at least 13 inches soft, 18 inches hard and 3 inches thick. He then looked at his abs and saw a thick stab of perfectly carved metal. It looked like an 8 pack but he could see two more forming making an almost ten pack. He then looked farther down and saw his feet, which were a size 14 before now they had to at least be 17. Then he saw his legs… oh the legs… the most perfect thing he had ever seen. Perfectly sculpted in every way. They were beautiful. “Man… this is fucking awesome!” Oh my god He had never said fuck in his life, what is going on, “Holy fuck, why am I fucking talking like this?” “Ok Jasen, what ….” The quarterback asked a bunch of football questions and a bunch of science and math questions. He got all the Science and Math questions wrong and all the Football questions right. “What the fuckin’ hell is happen’ to me!?!?!” he screamed, “I hav’ n’ver talk’d like tis befor’!” “Now Jasen I would like you to go back to sleep. I want you to now start thinking you have always been like this and that you think changes have never happened to you. And I will make sure that everyone else thinks you were always like this…” “You will now wake up in 5…. 4…. 3…. 2…. 1…. Awake!” “Sup homey, Paul, I haven’t fuckin’ seen you since a week ago!” “I’m Good Jason” “Hey! Fuck You Paul my NAME is JasEn with a fuckin’ E! Never get it wrong again!” “Hey it’s time to got to football practice, Jasen, now go and don’t be late… you’re the new quarterback this year and you can’t be late on coach will be Fuckin’ mad! I can get there late because I’m the Center.” “Fuck you and see you later. Oh and hey where the fuck is my clothes!?” “On the Ground” Jasen picked up his clothes and looked at them… they looked too small but when he put them on the fit perfectly. On his way to Football practice he got looks by the ladies. That felt somehow strange for him but all he did was nod and say “What the Fuck up, whore?” and kept on walking as Jasen with and E!

CHAPTER 13 "Dude, you comin'?" Jolias called over to me as I stood there like a fool, just holding my tray of food. I was still at the cash register deep in thought about my extreme feelings towards him. Fuck. I felt my face flush a little red as heat spread across my cheeks with embarrassment. I had zoned out and then didn't respond to him when he called other than just swiftly walk towards him. He stood there with a slightly amused expression, then kind of cocked his head to the side as I approached him chuckling at my once-again unique kind of daydreaming. I also got the distinct impression that he knew exactly what had just happened to me and who was the subject of that daydreaming. It seemed to me that he always reads me perfectly. "W-what?" I said, stammering, failing to play it off like nothing had happened there. "Nothin' dude, you're just too fucking cute for words," he said, putting his tray down on a free table. He stopped moving for a moment as I was taking a seat, and it clicked in my brain that he'd just called me cute. Again. "I mean--" he started to say, but I cut him off. "You think I'm cute?" I asked, using a tone I can't recall using before with him. I needed an answer. And, yeah, he told me I was cute at Denny's. But, that seemed more like a reciprocation for me having told him he was hot. This time, it was unsolicited. He just said it. And I took that to mean that he, yeah, actually meant it. "Little dude, I told you last night I thought you were cute. And I told you just before that you were a cutie. And just now again." Something in my brain just couldn’t reconcile that someone as ultra-gorgeous as Jolias could possibly think of someone as skinny as me as being ‘cute.’ And, yeah, he did say it last night, too, and a little earlier again, I know. But this time was different. "Right, but this time..." I started to say, but trailed off. I was trying to keep the upper hand here but I was failing. "This time what?" he said, giving me little time to reform my thoughts. He was grinning now, as he obviously loved talking about this. It was intimate and personal and he loved doing that with me. He gave me that eye-slit-with-one-sexy-raised-eyebrow adorable look again that I loved so much. "This time you said it out of nowhere." He paused and looked up for a second like he was thinking. "Okay, I'll put it out there on the table now. I think you're the cutest thing in the whole world," he lowered his voice a little. "And sexy as fuck." My face went red again and I felt my jaw drop a little. "And I can't stop wondering if we'd make a really great couple." Of course I didn't have any way of knowing exactly what he meant by ‘make a really great couple’, but in my own mind I had my own version of that sentiment. Before, I hadn’t been sure we'd be a great couple because I had thought I wasn't good enough for this drop-dead gorgeous Adonis. But here he was, telling me he thought I was cute and sexy. Actually, ‘sexy as fuck’. So…. "Why wouldn't we make a really great couple?" I asked, lowering my voice to match his. Looking up at him, my eyes wide open, my eyebrows way up. And I smiled at him. Cutely! He looked around again, as though he thought we were being watched. And, my god, what was happening? For a rare time, I all of a sudden now got to see Jolias display a level of uncertainty he'd never exhibited before. It was so odd to see his self-confidence so uncharacteristically low. "I just... I mean..." he started, and stuttered a little. He kept fidgeting with his hands on the table. And we each seemed to have forgotten we even had food as it grew colder on the table, completely ignored by us. "There's a... thing... about me that I'm not sure if you'd like." "I'm sure that's false," I blurted out instantly, already me now overly confident that there couldn't possibly be a single thing about Jolias that I wouldn't like. "Don't be so sure, little dude," he said, almost in a whisper. His smile was still there, but it was more subdued than I'd ever seen it, like maybe he was unsure if he should even still be sitting here. I reached out and took one of his hands into my own and gripped it. "Tell me what it is." It was almost like the drop in his confidence made mine rise a little. He held my hand tighter and closed his eyes. "Meet me in the bathroom." "What?" "Just meet me in the bathroom," he repeated, pulling his hand out of mine. He stood up, totally ignoring his food, and walked away, heading straight out of the dining area towards the bathroom. I glanced down at my tray and felt my stomach grumble. I asked the student next to me to please watch our food, and then scooted my chair away from the table and stood up. "Guess lunch will have to wait," I thought to myself. But then the anxieties settled into my stomach, replacing my hunger, as I worried so much what Jolias will be telling me or showing me that he thought would cause us not to ‘make a really great couple.’ I walked towards the bathroom where he was now waiting with probably that same extreme nervousness and anxiety that he was exhibiting just before. I gripped the handle of the bathroom door and attempted to turn it. It was locked. I jiggled it a little, which is obligatory. I don't think anyone ever tries a locked door handle just once. I glanced around, and Jolias wasn't standing anywhere nearby, so he had to be inside. But I hesitated to knock. But before I could even settle on a decision, knock or don't knock, the door quickly swung open just wide enough and a strong hand gripped my upper arm and, whoosh, I was pulled inside.

Just two chapters left, dear friends, before the Grand Finale. Hope you’re enjoying the build-up to it………Dennis CHAPTER 12 "BLARGHHH" was the sound that I heard from behind me as I then felt strong hands on my shoulders gently pushing me a little forward. I was sitting and waiting on a cold bench outside the school’s cafeteria for Jolias. Startled, I damn near dropped my phone, but whipped my head around once in one direction, only seeing a blur of a humanoid figure in my peripheral vision. I then rotated my head in the other direction to see the origin of the noise. And as always my heart fluttered and skipped a beat as I looked up upon the extreme hotness that was Jolias. He had that shit-eating grin upon his handsome face, knowing that he was successful in scaring the bejeezus out of me. The sounds of the world around me had stopped for several seconds as I looked up at him. Then suddenly they were back to a normal volume as I once again heard people talking, sounds of traffic, and the somewhat dull sounds of nature as some birds chirped and squawked in the distance. My Jolias was here and I was thrilled beyond description! But fuck. He was all covered up, as always. Hoodie zipped up, long pants, and even his backpack was slung across his shoulder adding just that extra bit of obscurity to his body. I was hoping he'd been too lazy to get completely dressed after his lifting, but then, perhaps this is what took him so long to meet me. I gazed upon his massive shoulders and arms with his much smaller waist. Oh, there was such potential for major-muscle underneath! "Fuck you, dude," I finally said, muttering it, attempting to appear annoyed. But I was also amused with myself that I was becoming more comfortable even using the word ‘dude,’ which led me to reveal a slight grin. Which further led into a bigger one. I couldn’t really ever see being truly angry at him. "Aw, did I scare ya little boy?" he giggled, feigning concern that he'd done what he’d suggested. I giggled back at him a bit, but then I put my bottom lip out in now MY play-acting. "Yeah, I was scared so much I almost dropped my phone," I said in a faux cry as he held that now plastered-on grin. “This really broad-shouldered and handsome guy just scared the living-daylights out of me.” Jolias let out a quick loud chuckle with that, then said, "Yeah, yeah, so... why are you only wearing just that flimsy shirt? Y'know the thing around your waist can be worn as a sort of 'hoodie,' right?" he asked sarcastically using air-quotes again. I couldn't tell him... or rather, I couldn't comfortably explain to him that I once again made a mess of myself just from thinking about him and needed to cover up. "You're fucking shivering little dude, come on let's get you inside and make you nice and warm. And, haha, I'm starving anyway." He then literally grabbed my arm and pulled me to my feet, and guided me to the doors. My heart was dancing within my chest. Truthfully I didn't even realize I was shivering that much, but the other physical effects he was having on me were oblivious. Just his touch upon my bare forearm made my cock throb and swell. Thankfully, that was already covered up. Once inside, I felt the warm air envelop my body and immediately I realized just how cold I was outside. He then released my arm and I exhaled in disappointment. I looked down at the muscular hand that was no longer wrapped around my arm and I envisioned myself grabbing it now and entwining my fingers with his. But I didn’t, not feeling that it was fully appropriate. I was only a couple of inches from him and I looked back up and saw him staring down at me with bright eyes that looked lovingly at me. And we were within kissing range, our lips just a few inches apart. "'You getting nice and warm now," he said in his deep Jolias voice, not really expecting a response. I sighed in sexual frustration as we continued to stare at each other. A straight couple would be making out full throttle now. After a little while, we walked into the dining area and got in line to order our food. "So, uh, Jolias, how was the gym?" I finally managed to sputter out. "It was alright. I cut my usual time lifting since I was soon gonna be having lunch with this real cutie," he stated super matter-of-factly, bumping his solid shoulder into mine as we stood in line. My heart and cock throbbed in tandem. I think I was in love and lust simultaneously, all after less than 24 hours of meeting him. "Oh, what made it just 'alright,' and not, like, ‘awesome?’" I asked, sort of flirty, accentuating the word ‘awesome’. I also wanted to hear more about his lifting and muscle-building. Pant. Pant. He chuckled. "I D K," then shrugged, once again saying the actual letters instead of the words ‘I don't know.’ "I had, well, still do, lots on my mind. A little stressed about something." I looked at him concerned, but not wanting to pry I then asked, "That can affect your workout?" I was genuinely interested in his response. I've never spent any time working out myself, so I didn't know what it was like. But it really bothered me that he was stressed about something. I was also super curious about what that could be, but it seemed like it was private stuff and I didn't want to seem nosy and annoying. "Yeah, little dude, it can be hard to focus when you're thinking of other things, especially if it's stuff that stresses you out. I could've focused harder on developing my muscles more as I was lifting, but my mind kept going elsewhere." "How does it help to focus on your muscles while lifting?" I asked, loving this topic enormously and realized I was probably sounding extremely naïve about the subject. But, of course, this was effectively porn talk to me, talking about muscles and bodybuilding with an actual bodybuilder (I hoped maybe). And, I was of course hard as a rock down there, conveniently blocked by my hoodie from him and anyone else seeing. He smiled down at me, amused and perhaps happy that I was pursuing this subject. "Well, it definitely helps when you work a specific muscle to focus on it, make it flex hard as you reach every contraction. It maximizes the effect of the weight and strain you put on it. Form is extremely important." And then he cocked an eyebrow at me with a smile. "I take it you haven't spent much time on the inside of a gym, have ya little dude?" I looked away, a bit embarrassed. He probably thinks I'm a weak loser, but I can't exactly hide the fact that I'm not a gym-goer if I'm asking him these simple, basic questions. And I loved immensely hearing him talk about flexing muscles and all that when he exercises. And, because since I’m hoping he’s my ‘muscle-dude,’ I especially loved hearing him call me his ‘little dude.’ I finally responded with, “No, I haven’t, ‘big dude’. Sorry," I then sputtered out, giving him a half-smile. "Why are you sorry?" he asked, chuckling at my calling him ‘big dude’. "Oh! Uh, I dunno," I replied, looking back up at him, shrugging. “You’re obviously really into the gym and muscle-building, and well, I just never did that. At all.” I looked at him with a sorry kind of twist-of-my-lips look. “Ever!” Then a frown. "Come with me next time, that is if you wanna learn more about muscle-building," he said a little excitedly. “I’ll show you a lot of things that I hope you’ll like.” ‘How about I just watch, and you can see me explode into my pants’ I thought to myself. "Right, I know you’ve already asked me to come," I said. "Wouldn't I just slow you down, Jolias?" "Nope!" "But--" and that's all I got out before he put his muscular hand covering my entire chest and shoved me very lightly as the line was gradually moving. And he kept it there for a while longer. Any touch from him I thoroughly loved, every time. I breathed him in and I tingled all over as I looked up at him. And he looked down at me, then wiggled his fingers a little into my chest and winked at me. And yeah, leak, leak, as I audibly moaned very low. "Stop overthinking things, little dude, and just come,” he said, and then he pulled my arm, and me, to the counter since it was finally our turn to order food. I thought of Jolias to myself as it was now my turn to state my order to the guy behind the counter. I wasn't even sure of what I was ordering; my mind had detached itself from my body. I needed to make it fully known to Jolias that I wanted to date him and kiss him so badly that I quivered in anticipation just thinking about it. That I wanted so badly for him to be a bodybuilder so that I could muscle-worship him, and, yeah, of course, suck his big bodybuilder-dick. And, not being too greedy, that I wanted him to fuck me so deep and do whatever he wanted to me to give him the greatest pleasure. But, love is hard. It shouldn't be, but it is. Friendships are hard, too, especially when they dance around the boundaries of love and sex. I could have this amazing friend Jolias for the rest of my life if I keep my mouth shut and swallow my feelings of love for him. If I admit that to him, even after only knowing him less than 24 hours, he might pull away and we could end up being total strangers to each other soon. Or, just maybe...

Note: We’re back to Mike’s point of view for the remaining chapters. CHAPTER 11 Once again I sat in a class where I really ought to have been paying attention rather than thinking only of Jolias. His face was all I could see in my head when I sat in that hard, unrelenting classroom chair. I glanced down at my notes and it was once again riddled with nothing but Jolias's name. He was so fucking hot, how could I not think of him constantly? Right? How was he not a famous model making millions of dollars a month just posing for pictures? Wait, scratch that idea. If he were doing that, I'd have no shot at being with him. I'd have no shot at even being friends with him, much less lovers. He can do that after we get married, and then we can be rich! I laughed inwardly at myself, thinking of the future in those terms. I looked up at the professor who was droning on and on, and I saw a ton of crap written on the chalkboard that I definitely should have been paying attention to. I subconsciously shook my head, cursing at myself for allowing my mind to wander so freely. ‘I am now going to try to listen in on the lecture and take notes’, I said to myself. But, just like that, in a mere second after that thought, I was back to thinking about Jolias, and only him. I knew he was a gym-goer, which meant he had to be hiding from me at least some sexy muscles under those clothes. I'd love so much to see them! Even with his clothes on, I could easily see his shoulders were wide and his hips trim and when my slender body and head accidentally hit his rock hard physique earlier today, oh my god! It felt like a rippling striated boulder! Well, of course, with thoughts like these, my cock was growing again within the confines of my pants. And I didn't even care. I liked imagining Jolias with a tight, sexy, hugely and bulgingly muscular body. I should have joined him in the gym today, instead of coming to this class that I wasn’t paying attention to anyway. I could have watched him doing his bench presses, pushing up weight that I could never dream of lifting anything near as heavy, watching from his side as his pecs bunched up into solid striated bulging sexy mounds every time he pushed the very heavy weight up. I would be there getting him water, wiping his perspiration, measuring his various muscle parts for him and keeping a chart of each of their muscular developments. Now where did I just get these thoughts from? Hmm… My fantasy daydream then shifted into dangerous territory, ala yesterday in the classroom when it was witnessed by Jolias himself. My professional duties in the school gym helping Jolias now also included measuring his huge bodybuilder-dick, and the giving him blowjobs after each set! Even maybe, and I now took this very pleasurable daydream where the requirement for this position that I had as his helper, also included actually what I had wanted to have occurred in my previous Jolias fantasies. When he would be lying on a bench, pressing a ton of weight, I'd walk over to him, climb up and straddle him. I’d remove our pants and sit down right on his muscular dick, then lien right onto the bar he was lifting so as to add my body as additional weight for him to lift in his workout. I’d then bend down, kiss him hard on the lips, and our tongues would wrestle each other. I'd then lift my ass up and down on his huge dick as he brutally and deeply impaled me over and over again in rhythm to his lifting. Our loud moans would echo through the school gym. In this fantasy, nobody would mind that any of this was going on at all! FUCK. Finally actually getting fucked by Jolias in my mind, now came to an end and I was back to reality when I heard the screech of metal chair legs scraping across cheap linoleum. Class had apparently ended, and I was once again sitting with a raging hardon and a wet spot that would become overly apparent if I then stood up. Time to wrap that hoodie around my waist again. My heart fluttered as I realized I was now done with class and, well, "done" isn't exactly accurate in this context. I think I was done before class even began. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and texted my heartthrob, or dick throb. Hopefully he'd still want to get lunch. Or maybe he was still in the gym working out, building his huge bulging muscles even bigger, and I could go watch. Well, I hope he has huge bulging muscles, but he’s always covered up. Damn! ‘Fuck yes where’ he sent back. I guess he was “done” too. I suggested the Den since I don't really want to have to travel far for lunch, and not prolong the amount of time before I got to see him again. Once I knew the hoodie was secure around my waist, I stood up, prepared to walk to the Den. Hopefully it wasn’t that cold out so I wouldn't feel too chilly without my hoodie on again. I was very aware that I'd apparently leaked a ton of pre into my pants. That's just great. Just thinking of this guy sent my cock into a frenzy. I mean, I leaked pre all the time when I was jerking off, but to leak so much just from thinking about a guy was totally new to me. It was exciting, but also caused embarrassment. When we get together now, I want to take this up just a notch and get at least a kiss from him. It's mostly harmless. He'll either recoil, or embrace it. We're both gay…that much we've established. So, he won't hate me if he dislikes a kiss. I could play it off as my thinking he wanted to. Oh fuck, I was overthinking things again. I need to just let things play out naturally. Be more loosey-goosey. But my throbbing cock was telling me to hurry things up. Exiting the building, a blast of cold air hit me and I already regretted having only a short-sleeve shirt on. I actually hoped that I'm going to need to start dressing in advance warmer for the inevitability that as long as Jolias is in my life I'll always need to hide my raging boners and wet spots. But I hurried my way to the Den, eager to get there. It'd only been an hour or two since I last saw him, but it felt like forever and I missed him. I was walking like a freak of nature. I looked like one of those people who thinks speed-walking is a sport. My jogging would have been slower, but I couldn't help myself. I was getting looks from passers-by. I didn't even care. I was eager to get to the Den and hopefully be there before Jolias has to wait too long. As I rounded a corner, I stumbled and almost fell, looking like a spaz as I basically danced my way back to balance. And not gracefully. I decided to slow my pace a bit after that, but fortunately I was already pretty much at the Den anyway. I approached the double-doors of the building, and I slowed my walk even further. There were several students milling about outside socializing or either coming or going. But I didn't see Jolias. I couldn't tell if he'd beaten me here and had already gone inside or if he hadn't arrived yet. I looked around, and I couldn't see that telltale mop of dark hair and those broad shoulders. I kept glancing in the direction of where the campus gym was to see if he was coming, and I didn't see him. But if I walked inside to see if he was already in there, and he wasn't, he may arrive and wonder where I am. So I texted him. ‘Where you at’ And then like a child waiting to be told when he could open his Christmas present, I stared at my phone, waiting for those iPhone bubbles to appear to let me know he was typing a response. But nothing came up. It was times like this when I actually wished he had his read-receipt function turned on. But, then again, sometimes not knowing was better. I decided to sit on one of the benches that was outside the building. The chill of the cold bench made me shiver even more than I already was. My phone continued to rest within my fingers, waiting for the telltale sound of a text message coming through. I sat there, staring off into the distance, the noise of the surrounding students and any other commotion just a dull hum in the background, as I waited for some sign of Jolias. I mean, shit, the gym was about equidistant from the Den as the main classroom building I was at. What the fuck was taking him so long? I stared down at my phone's homescreen, not even bothering to check the text thread to see if those bubbles would ever appear. I was beginning to wonder if he'd changed his mind and decided to do something else. Or perhaps he met some other dude at the campus gym and became fast friends like he did with me. I mean, he did meet me for all of two minutes and immediately invited me to a late dinner. Why wouldn't he do the same with someone else? I could just see him meeting a dude at the lockers in the gym and their eyes would lock and Jolias would be off with that well-built cooler guy. And there's got to be about a thousand other dudes here who are way cooler and have much more attractive bodies than me. And I’m sure they’d all be into Jolias! "BLARGHHH" a sudden guttural, throaty exclamation came from some entity that was immediately behind my ears, and I felt strong hands grip and lightly shove my slender shoulders forward as I sat on the cold bench.

I remember going through the analysis with you several years ago on the insecurities of another "muscle-stud," the AJ character from muscleaddict's AJ & Noah! Yeah, bodybuilders are just like us regular-sized guys!

Woah! I did not expect this from muscle stud Jolias. HE'S insecure? There's no hope for the rest of us! Ha Ha!

Moin! Ewig hier, nie was geschrieben. Während ich die ein oder andere Geschichte mal angefangen habe, hat es nie eine in einen postwürdigen Zustand gebracht. In einem plötzlichen Anfall von Inspiration hab ich mir jetzt gedacht, dass ich mal einen ziemlich guten Traum, den ich vor einigen Monaten hatte, mal als Grundlage für eine neue Geschichte nehme. Also, das ganze ist zwar nicht biografisch aber wie man das so kennt, basiert ja alles Geträumte auf was Erlebten. Ich tendiere zum labern, weswegen eine einzelne kurze Traumwunschvorstellung in eine mehrkapitelige (so ca. ... 3?) angewachsen ist. Das Ganze ist eher auf der realistischeren Seite des Spektrums verortet. Eigentlich gefallen mir die Figuren ganz gut, weswegen es vielleicht auch den einen oder anderen Ableger oder Nachfolgestories gibt, in denen man dann das eine oder andere ausprobieren kann. Gebt mir gerne Rückmeldung ob/wie es euch gefallen hat oder was ihr gerne ausprobiert haben möchtet. Wie gesagt, ich neige zum Schwafeln, das erste Kapitel ist eher eine lange Einleitung, von daher werden die weiteren Kapitel knapper, heißer, mehr zum Punkt. Viel Spaß Flo und ich - Teil 1 Die Straßenecke sah noch genauso aus wie damals: Der Kiosk an der Ecke, daneben der Gemüsehändler, gegenüber der Edeka an der Bushaltestelle. Und genau wie früher sahen die umgebenden Gebäude auch immer noch etwas schäbig aus. Aber sein wir ehrlich, nach 6 Jahren hätte ich wohl weder etwaige Unterschiede wirklich gemerkt, noch weiß ich, was ich erwartet hatte. 6 Jahre waren eigentlich nicht so lang… Eigentlich. An die Haustür erinnerte ich mich noch und auf dem Klingelschild stand immer noch der gleiche Name: F. Schumann. Ich klingelte und wartete. Sechs Jahre. Was in der Zeit nicht alles passiert war. Als ich das letzte Mal hier stand fühlte es sich an wie ein anderes Leben. Und gleichzeitig hatte ich immer das Gefühl, dass "auf der anderen Seite", die Seite, die ich zurückgelassen hatte, die Pausetaste gedrückt worden war und alles genau so auf mich wartete, wie ich es zurückgelassen hatte. Bei meinem ersten Besuch in der Heimat, nach ca. einem Jahr, kam dann die große Überraschung, als ich feststellen musste, dass dem nicht so war. Ich schüttelte leicht den Kopf, wie um die Gedanken wegzujagen und fokussierte mich wieder auf das Klingelschild. Es kam mir vor, als stünde ich jetzt hier schon viel zu lange. Ich klingelte noch einmal. So als wäre ich Flo mit dem zweiten Klingeln einfach nur zuvorgekommen summte der Türöffner nur ein paar Sekunden nach dem Klingeln. Ich stieß die Tür auf und trat ein. Drinnen überlegte ich, den Lift zu nehmen - es war immerhin der 6. Stock, ganz oben - entschied mich aber für die Treppe. Auch wenn mein Fitnesslevel noch zu wünschen übriglies, motivierte ich mich, den Aufstieg als kleines Training zu sehen. Als ich im 1. Stock angekommen war, verfalle ich wieder ins Überlegen. Wann hatte ich Flo das letzte Mal gesehen? Wir sind uns, wie ich alle meine Schwulen Freunde kennengelernt habe, auf einer Datingplattform getroffen. Nach einigem Schreiben haben wir uns bei ihm in der Stadt - nur knappe 40 min weg - auf ein Date getroffen. Aus einem wurden 2, wurden 3. Aber dann war der Groschen auch gefallen. Obwohl Flo mit seiner verschmitzten Art süß war, mit seinem eher kleinen Körperwuchs in Kombination mit einem eher kantigen aber nicht sonderlichen Körperbau durchaus meinem Beuteschema entsprach und wir einen ähnlichen Humor hatten, war der Funke nicht übergesprungen. Auch nicht beim dritten Mal, bei dem wir auf seiner Couch halb in Stimmung und eher peinlich als sexy an uns herumfummelten und wir es dann unangenehm berührt abbrachen. Wir funktionierten einfach besser als Freunde und das war das eindeutige Zeichen. Zwar trieb mir die Vorstellung dieses ersten und letzten Males ein kleines bisschen die Schamesröte ins Gesicht, ich hatte mich aber schon lange damit abgefunden, dass meine Zwanziger und die damit einhergehende verspätete schwule Pubertät einfach kein goldenes Kapitel in meinem Leben waren. Sechs Jahre und ein anderes Leben. Wir blieben Freunde, schrieben mehr miteinander, als dass wir uns sahen. Als ich mich dann entschloss, für meinem ersten Job ins Ausland, und damit 1000 Kilometer weit weg zu ziehen, überlebte die Freundschaft noch ca. eineinhalb Jahre und verlief sich dann im Sand. Ich glaube, dass keiner darüber sauer oder verstimmt war, vielmehr fühlte es sich ganz normal an - so läuft das halt! Immer mal wieder wurden Bilder von Flo in den Insta-Algorithmus gespült und erinnerten mich daran, dass es ihn ja auch noch gab. Aber auch die Häufigkeit dieser Erinnerungsposts lies nach einer Änderung im Code der Plattform weiter nach und die Bilder tauchten irgendwann gar nicht mehr auf. Zu wenig Interaktion, ausgeblendet. Jetzt war ich kurz davor wieder nach Deutschland gezogen: Ich war meiner Intuition gefolgt und mich auf eine Stelle ganz nah meiner alten Heimat beworben, gerade in der Stadt, 40 Minuten von meiner alten Heimat entfernt und ihn schlussendlich auch bekommen. Aber mit der Bewerbung kam auch die Erinnerung an Flo und die bis dahin vergessene gemeinsame Zeit hoch. Wie wir uns gegenseitig die Kerle zugeschickt hatten, die wir gut fanden, wie ich ihm gebeichtet hatte, dass ich immer mal was mit einem richtigen Muskelmann haben wollte - eine Wortwahl, bei der sich immer noch die Fußnägel hochrollen. Mittlerweile nutze ich ein viel direkteres und ausgefuchsteres Vokabular - haben wollte. Wie er in einer unglücklichen Beziehung war und ich am Handy den Therapeuten spielen musste. Das waren schon Zeiten. Damals in diesem Leben vor 6 Jahren. Ich schnaufte mittlerweile, als ich kurz auf der 4. Etage halt mache. Weiter gehts, zwei Stockwerke noch! Meine Oberschenkel brannten mittlerweile. Und so hatte ich vor zwei Wochen, ein Vorbereitungsbesuch bei neuen Arbeitgeber stand kurz bevor, Whatsapp aufgemacht und geschaut, ob Flo immer noch die gleiche Nummer nutzt. Das kleine Profilbild war nur ein cartoonartiger Plattenteller, kein erkennbares Gesicht, aber das schien mir ganz nach seiner Fasson zu sein. Ein kurzes "Hi, ist das immer noch die Nummer von Flo?" und das darauffolgende „Jup“ gab mir dann dir Gewissheit. Wir schrieben hin und her und da ich eh um diese Zeit in der alten Heimat war, verabredeten wir uns kurzentschlossen für den Abend bevor ich wieder zurückfliegen sollte. Als ich sein Profil auf Instagram suchte, merkte ich, dass es schlicht und ergreifend nicht mehr auffindbar war. Für heute war ein bequemes Feierabendbier angesagt, von mir aus konnte es auch ruhig etwas später werden, ich war in Feierlaune und ich erinnerte mich, dass mit ein paar Bier der etwas schüchterne Flo das schlagende Herz jeder Party wurde. Die letzten Stufen hatte ich ein vorfreudiges Grinsen im mittlerweile rot angelaufenen Gesicht. Ich war angekommen. Meine Beine pochten mittlerweile und ich war doch deutlich außer Atem. Ich weiß nicht, ob ich dieses „kleine Workout“, bzw. meine Idiotie insgeheim hasste oder liebte. Die Tür stand angelehnt offen, kein Flo zur Begrüßung da. Vielleicht war er gerade in der Küche am Kochen oder so. Das würde auch das Warten bei der Klingel erklären. Oder das Bad. Aber ich tippte auf Küche. Ich ging rein und schloss die Tür hinter mir. Keiner da. "Bin im Bad! Setz dich ins Wohnzimmer, ich komme gleich" Das Bad, damn. Ich fluchte innerlich, weil ich eine völlig beknackte Wette gegen mich selber verloren hatte. Nachdem ich mir keuchend die Sneaker ausgezogen hatte, ging ich ins Wohnzimmer und lies mich auf das Sofa plumpsen. Ich schaute mich kurz um und musste feststellen, dass sich nicht so viel verändert hatte. Hier funktionierte die Pausetaste also. In dem eh sehr aufgeräumten Wohnzimmer der kleinen 45m²-Neubauwohnung war es schon immer sehr übersichtlich und aufgeräumt gewesen. Das Auffälligste war, dass anstelle der PS4, die bullige PS5 stand. Flo war trotz seines eher grobschlächtig-verbrecherischem Äußeren insgeheim ein kleiner Nerd und Zocker. Ich schaute aus dem Fenster über den Balkon in den trüben, typisch norddeutschen Himmel und lasse meinen Atem zur Ruhe kommen. Dann höre ich Rascheln aus dem Badezimmer, was direkt in die Wohnküche abging, und drehe mich zur halb verdeckten Tür. Hinaus kam eine Gestalt, die ich so gar nicht erwartete. Sie hatte nichts mit der linkischen vom Flo aus der Erinnerung gemein. Ich sah ein schwarzes T-Shirt mit einem knackig-breiten Kreuz, eine massive Hand, die ein Handtuch hielt, mit der die Gestalt sich die Haare trockenrubbelte. Ich sah die Ader auf dem freiliegenden Unterarm. Dieser Anblick irritiert mich so sehr, dass mein Hirn in den Panikmodus schaltete, sich meine Gedanken überschlugen und die Zeit sich anfühlte, als wäre sie extrem verlangsamt und mein Hirn versuchte, die Infos der Augen zu irgendeiner Analyse der Situation heranzuziehen. Hatte Flo etwa noch einen Fuckboy oder Stecher dagehabt? Oder, nein! Das am anderen Ende des Handys war gar nicht Flo gewesen und da hat sich jemand anders einen Spaß gemacht! Ach, Schwachsinn! Warum sollte dann Flos Name unten an der Tür stehen. Während sich meine Gedanken so überschlugen, zog die Gestalt das Handtuch aus dem Gesicht und grinste mich breit und linkisch an. "Sorry, kam gerade aus dem Gym. Hab beim Training die Zeit vergessen" Jetzt wo ich das Gesicht sah, konnte ich eindeutig sagen: Es war Flo. Jedenfalls Flos Gesicht auf einem ziemlich anderen Körper. Ich sah an ihm vorbei, und nun fielen mir die vielen Kleinen Änderungen auf: Eine übergroße Dose Whey hier, ein Terraband da, auf dem Tisch ein Paar Lifter-Handschuhe. Meine Augen huschten wieder zu Flo. Mein Mund klappte auf. Flo grinste mich immer noch an, das Handtuch um den Hals gelegt, die Hände an den Enden, die Unterarme zu mir ausgerichtet. Beide hatten Adern und waren etwas angespannt vom Greifen. Dahinter wölbten sich deutlich zwei Bizepsbälle. "Haben uns lange nicht gesehen!" "Gy... Gym?", bringe ich stotternd und zusammenhangslos raus. "Achso, ja. Das weißt du gar nicht. Ich hab mit Trainieren angefangen" "Daa... das sehe ich", bringe ich gerade so raus. Flo guckt etwas verlegen weg. Wahrscheinlich konnte er meine Reaktion nicht so richtig einordnen. "Jaaa, äh ... hätte ja nicht gedacht, dass ich einer von denen werde, aber .. da sind wir jetzt" Ich war etwas perplex. Der Besuch verlief so ganz anders, als ich ihn mir vorgestellt hatte. Aber was meinte er mit ... "Was meinst du mit "einer von denen"?" Bitte, lass es ihn sagen, betete ich zum Gott der Lüste. "Naja..." Bitte! "Einer von diesen Bodybuildern." Das konnte doch nicht wirklich passieren! Worte und Beschreibungen hatten mich schon immer angemacht, dieses Wort mit all seinen Konnotationen ganz besonders. "Einer dieser muscle heads, weißte?" Es fühlte sich an wie ein doppelter 6er im Lotto.

Level 2: From fit to gymnast In the clothing shop, I found a nice shirt and a pant. Being skinny, I like to wear tight clothes. Well, it's time to try them. Jolias was quiet, weirdly quiet, I'm sure that he is planning a dirty trick but he seemed not to have noticed changes. And to be honest, it was also an opportunity for me to look in more detail because clearly, it wasn't normal. "Ok, can you wait for me here? I'll try them on ?" I said. "Sure, I'm sure that they will fit you perfectly !" he said in smiling. Crap, I'm sure that he will dot it ! I entered in the cabin and I took off my shirt and... my eyes widened: well, it wasn't very impressive, I mean I wasn't a bodybuilder but... definitively, I had grew ! Usually, I looked skinny but here, I was more... fit. Fucking craaaaaaaaap ! I flexed my biceps and.... shiiiiit, I had biceps, well, small biceps of course but biceps. Fucking shit ! I had really grew ! I passed my hand on my stomach: usually, it felt skinny, I could feel my limbs but here it was more... toned. I wonder if... instinctively I flexed my abs and.. fuuuuuuuuuuuuck I had abs ! I had fucking abs. Well, it was very slighty and really not impressive but in running my hand over it, I could feel six slight hard bumps, and I'm sure that it wasn't there this morning ! Honestly, I felt strange, I should be super happy but... it was so weird: I mean, a cock ring which give you the best masturbation session of your life, yeah that's normal but a cock ring which make you more muscular ? What the hell ? It can't exist ! We're not in a cartoon here, super soldier serum, magic pills or a blue goop, it's just fiction, not the reality and however, it was a certainty I had fucking grown and it was because of this ring !! I wondered if Jolias knew. I mean, he loves the strange gifts but this is beyond anything else. And in speaking of Jolias... "Max ? Are you finished ?" said Jolias. CRAP ! I was so absorbed by my thought that I forgot to try my new clothes. He must not see me shirtless. I was hurrying to put on my shirt and... craaaaaap it was so tight, more than usual. I put the pant and, same, it was tight. "Well, I think it's perfect !" I replied to Jolias. He entered in the cabin and stared at me from head to toe. "Yeah, it's true, you look very great, even more than usual" he said in slighty smiling. Did he notice ? "Well, I'll wait for you at the checkout then" Before I get dressed, I was enjoying the view of mirror. And crap, if I was a bit afraid by this very strange situation, I must say that the rendering was nice, very nice. My chest molded well, my arms filled sleeves and I could feel my quads pushing against the fabric. For the first time, I felt what a guy in training could feel... and I loved it. And of course, what had to happen happened: I felt an intense feeling to my crotch ! And as in the bus, the feeling was spreading in my whole body. I was going to cum... and grow ! Shit ! FUCKING SHIT JOLIAS ! Not now dude, not fucking now ! I was starting to pant. Fuck ! This feeling... It was like if you passed from 0 to 100 mph in few seconds. Waves of pure pleasure were starting to my crotch and spread in my whole body. Quickly, I was getting hot, very hot. And I felt it ! I felt my whole body was swelling. It was very slighty at the beggining but I could feel my muscle pushing against the fabric. "aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh !" CRAAAAAP ! I couldn't help me to moan, it was just impossible to remain impassive ! It is already almost impossible when you have an orgasm but here, it was my WHOLE body which had an orgasm !!! I bit my lip to stifle my moan. "mmmmmpppppppppppffffffff" And in speaking of orgasm, my dick was completely in fire. I've managed to hold it together so far but I knew that the white deluge was inevitable. and what I was about to find was not going to help me: a slight noise intrigued me. I looked down and WHAT THE HELL ?! Apart from my nipples which were clealry visible through the fabric, it was mostly my pecs that amazed me ! Again, it was not very exceptiona but I could clearly see my pecs were swelling, what were just bumps and barely visible were becoming really round ! And in seeing that, I immediately understood what the sound was: it was the sound of my shirt stretching. These clothes were already tight before and my swelling muscles forced them to push their limits. Suddenly, I felt another part was tight, more and more: my guns. I looked them and FUCKING CRAP ! A few minutes ago I had a biceps if I flexed it but here... I didn't even need it anymore ! had a nice curvature, the kind that only someone in training can have ! And my triceps took a nice horseshoe shape. FUCKING FUCK ! Another detail I hadn't noticed, my lats were widening ! That it wasn't just the top that was getting tighter and tighter: my trousers were also becoming more and more uncomfortable. Fucking shit ! I was becoming very muscular ! and then for some reason I put my hand on my stomach. I couldn't help but let out a "OH CRAP !" and... was it me or my voice sounded slightly... different like... deeper ? In any case, what made me say this sentence was that: I felt my abs ! I mean, I could feel them in flexing before but here, I could feel six hard bumps... WITHOUT FLEXING ! FUUUUUUUUUCK ! I could not help but rub them for several seconds. So how does it feel to have abs ? CRRAAAAAAAP ! It's so AMAZING ! THe feeling became untenable and there's something else that wouldn't last much longer: my clothes ! It was absolutely constricted ! All my clothes were stretched to the limit ! I heard this incredible stretch for a few seconds and... *riiiiiiip* This time it was a tearing sound. at the level of my collar, in middle, shirt tore on one or two inches and for a good reason: I had two beautiful pecs, not those of a bodybuilder but I would say more those of a gymnast. When I saw these two beautiful mountains of pure muscle, was the one that anyone discovering these new muscles would: I bounced them. Oh fucking crap ! OH FUCKING CRAP ! How does it feel to do bounce his pecs ? My gosh, it's INSANE ! I looked my arms and SHIIIIIIIIIIIT, look at me thse GUNS ! Beautiful biceps and triceps, which a big nice veins through them and stretching my sleeves to the max. And I'm pretty sure that... I flexed my biceps, the latter swelling and before I reach the maximum... *riiiiiiiip* My sleeve tore off a good inch. I continued to flexing, sweeling my biceps to the max, becoming a nice ball of pure muscle, a ball than my sleeves obviously could not contain. *riiiiiiiip* It tores off on another inche. I did the same with my other arm. ... *riiiiiiiip* ... *riiiiiiiip* My pant was ultra tight, it had resisted but the slightest bending would tear it apart ! So I did what anyone who cared about their trousers would do... I flexed my quad of course ! *riiiiiiiip* A tear of several inches appeared at the level of my quad ! It wasn't neat and some of the threads of the trouser were still visible, you could almost imagine it was a fashion statement hahaha ! All this excitement had made me completely forget THE part that was going to explode: my cock. It seemed longer and fatter than ever and above all... it was SO FUCKING HARD ! CRAP ! It was not humanly possible to have an erection like this ! And when A felt the final wave go through me, I knew that the volcano was going to erupt. I bit my lip even harder and clenched my fists. No question of yelling here ! I believe that it was the most difficult part: to mask its absolute enjoyment while the greatest orgasm goes through you. "aaaAAaaAAAaahhhhhHHHH !!! MMMMPPPPPPPPPPPPPPFFFFFFFHHHHHHHHHHH !!!!!!" I tried to contain myself but it was a lost cause. I bit my lip as hard as I could and... "MPPPPPPPFFFFFAAAAAAAH..MPPPPPPPPPFFFFAAAAAHHH !!!" HOLY SHIT ! the loads I was shooting, it was big calibre ! We went from 9mm to 45. In few seconds, my underwear was soaked and I could feel that my trousers were also impregnated and despite the extremely uncomfortable situation, the pleasure was so FUCKING GOOD !! Goooooosh I must have drawn more than a quart! Almost the entire left side of the trousers was swimming in cum ! CRAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPP ! Perfect, just perfect: I was in a cabin, with torn clothes because of a fucking muscle growth and a soaked pant (and it wasn't water). "Max ? Are you okay ?" Craaaaaaaaaaap ! And now Jolias... (although I'd rather it was Jolias than anyone else). What do I do ? Well, he is not aware for the muscle growth but he knows for the orgasm. "Except that I am still swimming in "you know what", yeah, I'm okay. Thanks Jolias" I said, with a spike of irritation. "Hahahaha, it's the game Max !" "Well... Could you get me some new clothes ? Ah yes and these are too tight, really too tight so if you could take one size up... no two size up !" "Two size up ? but man you'll be swimming in it hahaha !" "Please Jolias" "OK ok, I'll get you this." said Jolias. "Thanks" I replied. When he went, I took the opportunity to remove my shirt. My mouth opened when I saw my reflection and the only sentence I could say was "Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck !" I didn't recognize myself: it was Max ? The skinny Max of this morning ? Because I had sensation that my head had been cut off and placed on another body. My shoulders, which were inexistant this morning were now well rounded. My neck, which was the one of a classical skinny this morning, was thicker and seemed more to someone who trains regularly. He was surounded by small traps, which were not here this morning. My pecs... craaaaaaaaaaap, they were flat this morning and now, it was two small muscular mountains, rounded, firm, my nipples pointed downwards. Almost instinctively, I bounced the left one, I could see him flexing, becoming striated, go up and then fall back down. I did the same thing with the right one. Then alternately. Fuuuuuuuuck I never thought I'd be doing this this morning; And I have to admit it, it was funny, even pleasant. My hand went down on my stomach and felt valleys of my abs. Well, it wasn't boulders abs but the rows were defined. Gosh, it was strange, I always wondered what it would be like to have them and I was still struggling with the idea that this sixpack was mine. And I had this demarcation in my lower abdomen. What is it called again ? Adonis belt I think. In any case it's very nice. I looked my forearms. It wasn't huge but definitively, we could guess that I was training, well, I mean it looked like someone who was training, it was ripped and veinous. Then I looked my biceps... craaaaaaaaap, again not a big gun but it was muscular, a bit like a gymnast. I could clearly feel a difference in the strength. Then I looked in my underwear... CRAAAAAAAAAAAAP ! there was not only the amount of cum which was amazing, my dick had also grown up, longer, thicker. If I wasn't in this shop, I think I could masturbate me but it wasn't the time. I noticed something else: my vision seemed to have improved a lot! What the hell, what's happening to me ? I continued my exploration of my "new" body. I took off my pant. Shiiiiiit my quads were bigger, not bodybuilder size but definitively bigger, and ripped. I could see few veins and a good definition when I was flexing it. And my calves, popped a bit behind my legs. Craaaaaaaaap ! I could hardly tell it was me. In the bus I was a bit afraid but here, see these muscles, feel this power it's just... AMAZING ! "Here !" said Jolias by passing his hand through the cabin. Fuck ! I jumped because I hadn't heard it at all ! "Thanks !" I said in taking clothes. Before to dress me, I had the idea to put a big condom. Honestly, I have chance that it happened in a cabin but knowing Jolias, it could be. I have to take my precaution. I hurried to put them on. 2 sizes above was sufficient to hide my new body but someone who knew me well would see that something has changed. I hoped that Jolias didn't notice it. I knew it was him for this growth but I think he wasn't aware for the muscle growth and I wouldn't afraid him. I put other in my bag and finally got out of the cabin. "Well, what took you so long ?" said me Jolias. "It could have been shorter without you know what" Jolias laughed. Well, he seems to not notice changes. I pay and we leave this shop. "Well, I would like a coffee, not you ?" said Jolias. "Eeeeh... why not" Craaaaaaaap, this feling to just walk, it wasn't like before, it was more confident, more powerfull. I found myself flexing my forearms, as a reflex. Jolias still hadn't said anything and yet the more we walked the more I thought that the changes were still very visible we found a coffee shop a little further. We sat down and took our order. "So, do you like your new clothes ?" asked me Jolias. "Eeeeeh... yes" "And did you like you know what ?" "Eeeeeeeeeeh... yes" "Very well !" Our coffees were brought to us and Jolias began to drink, still without the slightest remark, although I was sure that it was more and more visible. Well, I'm fed up, I'm going for speak, I can't hide it for the eternity and he will notice it very soon so... "Eeeeh Jolias ?" "Yes ?" "You didn't notice anything of... different about me ?" "Hum ?... Well, your mean yours new clothes ?" "No, I mean, about me, about... my body." Jolias fixed me and said "hummmmmmmm. Now that you mention it, wouldn't you be a little taller ?" And honestly, he was right, I was a bit taller. I didn't noticed until now but yes, I was a bit taller. "Eeeeeeh yeah it's true but not other things ?" Jolias fixed me for several seconds. Oh for god sake Jolias, it's so fucking visible man ! Well ok I'll show him... "Jolias ?" "Yes ?" I took my shirt and raised it a little until two abs rows appeared. "Mmmmmh nice six pack !" he said in smiling. What the hell ? He knows me, never I had a sixpack. I rolled up my sleeve and flexed my new biceps "That's what I call a biceps" But is he stupid or... ?! "Jolias, you don't understand ? This morning, I had a flat stomach and a twig as arm... but in the mall, I have had a suddenly muscle growth, I mean, a true muscle growth, there, in the cabin and in the bus also !" , "I know." he said in smiling... What ? What did he say ? He knew ? "What ? You... you knew ???" And he started to laugh, really this time. "I was wondering when you would finally decide to tell me, but yes, I've known all along !" "You mean you bought this ring for that ?" I asked. "Well, honestly no, I didn't know about the muscle growth. And i was too surprised than you !" "You mean you saw me when I grew in the bus ?" "Dude, you were totally cumming and I could see your forearms swelling. I was totally unaware of this feature and had a hard time believing that it worked, and but... it does ! "But how did you find this ?" "HOnestly... the chance !". In a lot of apps, there is often hidden features and you have to press about several times the unlock button. And when I did it, this is what I got ! He shoowed me his smartphone and I could see what looked like a slider with levels. Fit, Gymnast, Bodybuilder, Pro bodybuilder, Super Heros, Giant, Titan "What the fuck ? You mean this ring can transform in a muscle beast ?" Honestly... yes. I woudln't to believe but when I saw you, I was stunned. And I think you can confirm that it works !" "Wait, did you notice on the bus ?" "Dude, you was panting, moaning and sweating hahaha ! Anyone would have noticed. And I could see your forearms, covered by veins, pulsing, swelling. I believe that at that time you were not the only one who wanted to cum. Acting as if nothing had happened was the hardest part" "And... in the cabin, it was voluntary I suppose ?" "Of course it was volntary ! Even if honestly, I couldn't to believe. But when I heard you moaning, craaaaap. And this sound of ripping clothes. I shooted a load ! I think this is the first time I have came without worship me. And when you went out... fuuuuuuuuuuuuck !" "So you noticed it too..." "Haha dude, you was skinny, you clothes were tights and then few hours later, with few extra sizes, we could guess a fucking muscular. And you were taller too. Dude, I know you, I know your body perfectly, we have been fucking for months. I would have to be pretty damn blind not to notice these changes. And there is others changes than your muscles" Other changes ? What ? Honstly I didn't notice. "Ah ? What changes ?" "You voice for example, I'm almost sure that it didn't sound like that this morning, it's more... deeper. As if you had had a sudden second puberty hahaha. Your face changed a bit too, your jawline looks less childish" I blushed a bit. "Well, I hope you don't mind ! You were a bit of a guinea pig for me hahaha but as I said you, I didn't know that until this morning on the bus." "Well, at the beginning, I was freaking, I thought it was an allergy or something like that, and in the cabin it was more about being discovered. Dude, it's so intense, it was like if your whole body was in eruption, an orgasm eruption. When I saw my reflection, I would be lying if I told you it had no effect on me. It was so fucking good... and strange in same time. And the feeling afterwards was... amazing ! For the first time, I didn't feel weak, I felt powerful, assured, confident. But I was just afraid it would scare you..." "Hahahahaha, I understand. you didn't know that I knew. But I assure you, I'm not afraid by you, on the contrary, I'm FUCKING TURNED ON..." ...... Oh crap... Oh fucking crap. He will do it, here and now ! "Wait Jolias, you don't plan to make me grow here ???" I said, a bit panicked. "Hu ? Ah eh no, not that I wouldn't want to, quite the opposite, but a guy who goes from "normal" to a bodybuilder level in a cafe, it will be noticed..... And..." There were a few seconds of silence then Jolias blushed a bit. It was not common or even easy to see him because of his tanned skin. In fact, I've always had a fantasy about you. I was always a little more buff than you but I don't know, imagine you exploding in muscles, me subjugated by your power, it literally gets me in. So when I realised that it could become a reality, I can't tell you the state of excitement I was in and am in now. So if you agree, how about a private growth session this evening ? It was very rare that he was almost embarrassed but here he was embarrassed. And honestly, I have always seen Jolias as the dominant, so I was a bit surprised but I didn't care, as long as he enjoyed it, I would have done anything for him. Then I really liked the idea ! Without a word, I give him his answer: I closed my eyes, approached me very near of his lips and kissed him. When we finished, he looked me, smiled slighty and said "I take that for a yes !" Gooooosh I loved these moments of tenderness. That what made it unique: it wasn't just sexual, we were really in love and we could feel in each kiss, each cuddle. Then Jolias smiled. Oh crap... oh fucking crap ! I knew this smile... I may have loved him with all my heart, I knew also his irresistible urge to play. And here, he wanted play... "But before the main dish..." he said, amused. Oh crap Jolias, oh fucking crap Jolias ! If you dare aaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH !!!! FUCK !!! FUCKING FUCK !!!! FUCK FUCK FUCK ! HE DARED ! I had felt my ring start. FUCK JOLIAS ! HERE ? SERIOUSLY ? "nnnnnnnnnnGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH....He....Here ??? A...a....are you crazy ?.. oooooaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh...I...tought..gniiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiih... that you wanted... ooooooooooooooooooooooh.... to do this tonightAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH !!!!!!" "The growth yes, it will be tonight. But you seem to have forgotten why I had bought this ring: make your cum hahaha ! So... enjoy !!!" He finished, in smiling. Crap Jolias, fucking crap ! I hate you, yes, I HATE YOU ! OOooOOOOooOOOOOOOooOOoo..gnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnaaaaaaAAAAAAaaaAAAAAaaaaAAAAaaaaAAAAAHHHHHHH !!!!! Craaaaaaaaaap, the feeling was unbelievable ! I didn't know if it was my growing body which make this but each "pleasure session" seemed to be so much strong, so much pleasable. I was holding the table, to the point of perhaps breaking it. I was clenching my teeth and tried to stifle my moans. Fuuuuuuuuck ! It was good, so so so good but hell, we were in a cafe ! I'm not going to be noticed, no ! Jolias was looking me, in slighty laughing. I hate you Jolias, you heard me ? I HATE YOU (well, of course I didn't hate him but it was not the moment for this game, really) "It's hard, isn't it? ?" he said in laughing. Crap ! Fucking crap ! You will pay for this, oh yeah you will pay ! I was pushing so hard that my face became red, veins appeared on my front. "Hahahahaha, you should see your face ! It's so funny !" Suddenly, I felt a pleasure wave through myself. OH FUCKING CRAP ! I won't be able to resist for long. It's too much, it's really too much. Honestly, congratulations at the one who succeed to restain him ! Because personally, I felt this exploit is impossible. I was about to fire my first load charge when suddenly "What do you drink ?" OH FUCKING CRAP, all that was missing was the waiter !!! Fortunately for myself, I was from behind and she couldn't see my face. Fortunately because anyone would have seen that I was not in my normal state. "Two coffee please" Well, at least it saves me from answering. So much the better, because my only answer would have been "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" "come on Max, let yourself go !" smiled Jolias. Shut up Jolias, fucking shut up. It's your fault but you have nothing to lose by waiting. My head passed from red to violet. Craaaaap it was becoming absolutely untenable !!! "Here are your coffees !" CRAP ! I didn't hear her ! I put my fists under the table, clenched to maximum. Craaaaap, if I was holding an orange, I'm sure there would be no juice. My body was shaking, a vein appeared on my front, pulsing, bulging. "Rooooh, I didn't think you could contain you so long. Well, you need help heheh !" Oh fucking crap, don't touch don't touaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaAAAAAAaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAA !!!!" I yelled when I felt something in my scortch: Jolias was rubbing my dick with his little finger. "nnnnNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHFFFFFFFFFFFF" "Do you like ? I'm sure you like it hehehe ! Well, come on Max, let yourself go !" he said, always in smiling. Never Jolias ! Never, you heard me ? I gonna-aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh... I gonna-AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH ! I gonna cum. It was inevitable: as strong as I could be, it was not possible for me to resist it. "Well, I help you a little more" he said in smiling. And he rubbed my acorn. OH CRAP !!!! OH FUCKING CRAP !!!!!!! It's so sensble, it's so FUCKING SENSIBLE !!! Never I had felt this. FUCK ! Tears were beginning to flow. I was squeezing so much the table that I could have broken it. Then Jolias stopped, looked me and... smiled. It was not good, not good at all ! Then... he pinched my acorn. OH FUCKING FUCK OF FUCKING FUCK OF FUCKING FUCK ! This was the final blow. I could feel my "cannon" was about to shoot. I think the harder part was to not yell when I shooted the first load. Oh gosh, fortunately I putted this condom. "NNNNNnnnnggghhhhhffffffffffffffffff !!!!!" I "said" Jolias was looking me, amused. I shooted a second charge, then a third, then a fourth then... wait...WAIT !!! Did I... OH FUCK ! OH FUCKING FUCK NO ! NO NO NO NO NO NO NO ! I get up quickly: what I feared has happened. I had only few seconds for to react, otherwise that would be the drama. I went out quickly and went into an alley and... lowered my pant and underwear... HOLY FUCKING MOTHER SHIT: my condom had... swollen, like a water balloon. I repeat: my condom had FUCKING SWOLLEN LIKE A WATER BALLOON ! But obviously, here, it wasn't water... And no need to explain what happens when you over-inflate a balloon... I hurried to remove what I could, for to not splash my clothes. "NNNNNNNNNNGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH !!!!!!!" I shooted a load, and another one, and another one and... *PAAAAAAAAAAAN* Like a water balloon, my condom exploded. Gallons of cum were projected on the ground. Fucking shit ! it would have been a disaster if it had happened in the cafe. Oh my dear Jolias, you will pay ! I hurried to get dressed, really don't want anyone to see me naked. I threaw the "used condom" in a bin and went back in the coffee shop. Jolias looked, barely able to hide his laughter. "So, relieved ?" he said. "Let's say we avoided an end-of-the-world event. But a counter attack is expected" I replied. "Oh but I hope so !" he said. Clearly, he loved this "game" between us. "Well this coffee will get cold if we leave it here" We were drinking our coffee when I decided it was time to launch the counter-offensive. I opened the application, opened the special menu and move the cursor on "Fit". Honestly, see him with a gymnast body was fucking hot but it would be too notable. So we'll start with "Fit". He was drinking his coffee when he suddenly spat. He looked me and I could see he started to pant more quickly and I guessed the feeling that was invading him. "I...I...I... think the empire strikes back" he replied me. Jolias had always the right answer, even in improbable situations. But contrary to myself, he wasn't feared, I could even say that he was waiting for this. "oooooooooh fuuuuuuuuuuuuck" he said, as low as possible but I could hear. "I....I....I understand....your....ooooooooh.....reaction...nnnnngggghhh...in the bus... oooooh gooooooooooooshhhhh" Jolias loves to wear tank top, so see changes was not difficult. The most obvious was his veins, we normally already see some but here, it was like if he had just had a intense workout. He was pumped as fuck. A thin layer of sweat covered his skin, making him more sexy than ever. I could see him closing his eyes and biting his lips while his body was growing. Fuuuuuuck, I became hard. I pretended to pick up something on the ground to look under the table and FUCKING GOSH: his cock was fucking hard, totally straight and I could see a wet patch. "MMMMmmmmmpppppppppfffffffffff" he moaned, as low as possible. "So ? What do you think ?" I asked. "Oh fuck... it's...it's so.... nnnnnngggnnnaaaaaaaaa-mazing ha... ha... ha... I...I... couldn't... hold me back... for a long time" "Dude, if you want that we get out we..." "No ! aaaaah it's...okay ! aaaaah... oh fuck...I... I'm.... coming aaaaaaaammmmpppppppppffffff" He was stifling his moans but no doubt on what was happening. I again pretended to pick up an object and GOOOOOOOSH ! I could see the wet patch was growing. "OH SHIT !" he said a bit louder before to continue on a tone lower. "I... I... pierced my..." he didn't need to explain more for me to understand what was happening: his cock pierced his boxer and he was coming directly in his pant ! I could the water trail progressing inside his pant, arrived at the knee, it was flowing along the leg until to reach his shoes. Then I heard that his moans were slowing, it could be done. "Oh fuck... ha... ha... ha... ha... it was... AMAZING dude !" Yes but he had just flooded his pant and shit.... I could see a puddle of cum at his feet. I hurried to wipe it off before anyone realised that it wasn't water. "Well, we have to go out, it will become very suspicious if we continue" I said, a bit worried, in a contradictory feeling of excitement and fear. As my clothes were in better state than him, I was going to pay. Then we went out discretly. Holy CRAP ! I could swear I hear wet footsteps when Jolias was walking. He must have to fill his shoes ! Once we were out and about, he said me "CRAAAAAAAAAP !!! Man, it was so FUCKING INTENSE and FUUUUUUUUUCK I don't know how much I shooted but a good part of my pant is wet ! And it even flooded my shoes ! FUCKING GOSH ! IT'S SO AMAZING !" I have to say it was so fucking exciting, but in same time very dangerous for us. "What do we do now ?" I asked. "Well..." smiled Jolias. I knew what he was going to say... "Don't you want a private session ? You know, just... us" he said in putting his hand on my chest. I'm sure he could feel my heart beating. "Oh fuck yes I want !" I said. "So let's go home !" replied Jolias, in smiling.

"You want me to stay with you?” he said. I stared back at him, my stomach twisting and tightening. The corners of his full, pouting lips, lips to make Tom Hardy envious, slowly pulled down into a frown. In the warm, midday sunlight streaming through the window, I could trace every contour of his face. The faintest trace of stubble darkened his thick, square jaw. Five o’clock shadow on a marble sculpture. “I mean, just until you can, you know, find a place,” I said quickly. “Just so you’re not, you know, spending all your money on a hotel room. I’ve got an office that I’ve been meaning to turn renovate, but I never got around to it, so—” Shut up. You’re blathering. I could hear myself, but I couldn’t stop. He rolled his thick, muscled jaw and suddenly the frowned melted away. “I don’t want to put you out or or anything…” he said slowly. I was dumbfounded. Truly and wholly dumbfounded. Nonetheless, I opened my mouth to speak, but before I could utter a sound, the waitress suddenly materialized beside us again. “Two medium steaks,” she said, her eyes glued on Charlie. “You sure can eat a lot, mister.” “One of those is his actually,” he said affably, nodding toward me. “Oh, of course. Silly me. I just saw those big arms of yours and assumed all this protein was for you,” she said, in what was an obviously rehearsed, though poorly delivered, pick up line. She never glanced my way. His smiled dropped away. “Right. Thanks.” She lingered for a moment longer, but when Charlie dove into his steak, she sighed and turned on her heel to march away, tossing an angry glare at me over her shoulder. Normally, I would have felt triumphant in that moment, but I was still wordlessly in awe of my own luck. “So, this spare room…?” he prompted me between mouthfuls. I could see the muscles in his jaw twitch and roll as he chewed and absentmindedly brushed my own cheek. Did I even possess those muscles? If I did, they were so underdeveloped that they were practically nonexistent. The veins in the back of his hands and forearms swelled as he deftly handled his fork and knife, begging to be traced beneath my fingers. “Oh, right,” I said, pulling myself back to the conversation. “You. Me. Living together—beside one another, I mean. In the same house, but...different rooms. Right.” “I wouldn’t be imposing? You’re sure? I mean, your boyfriend wouldn’t mind…?” I frowned. “I’m not…uh, seeing anyone right now, no.” He looked as if he wanted to say something more, but stopped and returned to his steak. I suddenly realized that I had yet to touch mine, so I mimicked him, carefully training my eyes on my plate as I cut the slab of meat into bite-sized pieces. Below the table, my erection had subsided, a combination of the sheer surprise and disbelief I was experiencing and the anxiety now coursing through my veins. This bubble’s about to pop, I thought. Any second now, so don’t you dare start buying into this dream you’re having. You’ll wake up any second now. But there was no bubble, so it did not pop. We ate in relative silence, occasionally tossing in a meant-to-be-humorous story about some circumstance we had recently encountered, but the humor was lost on the both of us. I didn’t know what he was feeling and I was sure I didn’t want to. I certainly didn’t want him to know what I was feeling. A half hour later the waitress returned, noticeably less genial, and dropped our check onto the table. Charlie quickly snatched it up. “Let me,” he said. “My treat.” I reached for the check, but he swiftly pulled it out of reach. “I invited you,” he said. “It’s on me.” “Save your money. You need it.” He cocked an eyebrow. “For what?” “You don’t think I’m not going to charge rent, do you?” He tossed back his head and laughed a deep, booming laugh that I could feel in my own chest. I felt my cock began to stiffen again. Shit, we’re going to have to work something out. You can’t have me yo-yoing back and forth this much. My blood pressure can’t handle it. * * * We agreed that he would move in the following Wednesday. I explained that despite the fact that I did have a spare room, it was full of junk and needed cleaning out. Though he offered to help, I refused and spent the next three days slaving away after I got home from work to make sure that the room was in shape for his arrival. Truthfully, however, I worked more on the rest of the house. I wanted to rid it of as many ostensibly “gay” things as I possibly could before he moved in. The memory of that spring night oh so long ago danced at the back of my mind. Granted, Charlie had seemed ostensibly more accepting of my sexuality than he had when I had seen him last, but I knew that everyone had their limits. So I packed up nearly half of my DVD collection, books, and music and stowed them in the attic. On Wednesday afternoon, as I settled into the teacher’s lounge for my tuna sandwich lunch, a heavy hand fell on my shoulder. The rough callouses that covered it were perceptible even through my shirt and the fingers that gripped my shoulder dug into it unnecessarily hard. Dark black hair covered the huge knuckles. I frowned. “Mind if I join you?” he said, dropping into a seat before I could answer. There are certain obvious disadvantages to moving back to your hometown after graduating college. In addition to the fact that you never get to truly experience what the rest of the world has to offer, you may have the displeasure of having to end up working with someone you have despised since high school. For me, that person was Rick Hockstetter. “I was actually hoping for a little alone time today,” I said flatly. “Contemplating that big move-in later today?” he asked. My head instantly swung toward him. “How do you know about that?” I demanded. Rick was the obligatory combination of gym teacher/football coach/asshole. A part of me had always thought that he must have taken pride in the image because he tried so ridiculously hard to maintain it, what with his perpetual basketball shorts and the whistle dangling around his thick, bullish neck. But another part of me thought it was sad. Then I remembered that I was an English teacher who wore glasses and fantasized about someday becoming a famously published author and realized that I was as much a cliché as he was. I tried to interact with him as little as I possibly could, but work and the fact that we lived a small town made it frustratingly impossible sometimes. “This is a small town,” he said, as if reading my mind. “People talk too much.” “Evidently,” I said coldly. “Can I help you with anything else?” He chuckled and scratched his hairy, unshaven cheeks with one of his ape-like hands. “As a matter of fact there is,” he said. “I was just wondering who this Prince Charming is?” He was a high school football star gone to seed and, as such, had a barrel chest that would have been impressive were it not undermined by the large, beer gut that jutted out beneath it. Every inch of him was covered in hair—this I had learned after an unfortunate run in at the local gym’s locker-room—and seemingly growing hairier by the day. He was the only man I had ever met who could shave one day and have a full lumberjack’s beard three days later. He had actually been pretty attractive when we were high school and (gag me with a spoon for saying this) I had even had a slight crush on him back then. Experience and time had sobered me up though, and I could never feel anything but repulsion for him since. Before I could answer, he laughed raucously, stood, and slapped me on the back. “Have fun with your new boy toy,” he said, loudly enough for the rest of the room to hear, and then he rose from the chair and lumbered out of the room, belching underneath his breath. I spent the rest of the day wondering just how Rick had known Charlie was moving in. Sure it was a small town, but it wasn't like I had advertised Charlie’s arrival with a neon sign. There was no stopping the rumor mill once it was in motion though; soon, everyone would know. Which I honestly didn’t mind for my own sake as much as I did for Charlie’s. If he heard that people thought we were together, I feared that would run him off before we’d even had the chance to…To what? Fuck each other’s brains out? He’s straight, remember? After school, I raced home and did one last check of my house. Charlie was due to arrive at approximately 4:30, seeing as he was due out of his hotel room at 3:45. I walked through the door at 3:05 exactly. Everything seemed in order when I scanned the house, but I knew myself well enough to know that I had forgotten something. Before I could check a third time, the doorbell suddenly rang. I froze in place. I opened the door and my stomach turned over at the sight of him. He wasn’t wearing a polo shirt this time, but khaki chinos and a powder blue dress shirt. The top three buttons of said shirt had been left undone, revealing an all-too-noticeable line of cleavage in his thick chest. The sweeping curve of his upper pecs were as deeply tanned as the rest of him. I quickly tore my gaze from his chest and met his eyes. “I’m early, I know,” he said, smiling apologetically. “You look...unprepared.” For you? Always. “No, I just got off work. School. Same difference. Do you need me to help you carry stuff in?” Like he needed my help; he looked as if strenuous physical labor was part of his profession. The moment I had opened the door, however, I had caught strong waft of his cologne, a pungent musty smell that somehow reminded me of leather and wood, and I decided that I hadn’t quite had my fill of it yet. I followed him out to his car, catching furtive glances of his wide back and even wider shoulders. He’s taller than he used to be. Or maybe I’m just shorter. He’s thicker, that’s for sure. So why not taller too? He had surprisingly few possessions and we managed to get all of it into the house in just a few trips. We deposited the few boxes, bags, and suitcases into the room across the hall from my bedroom. When he had finished, I dropped onto the couch, embarrassingly tired. He remained standing, powerful hands planted on his waist. “Do you want a beer?” I offered. “No thanks. I don’t drink. Empty calories,” he said. “Water?” When I returned from the kitchen, beer and water in hand, I found that he had taken a seat on the couch himself, his hands folded placidly in his lap. His handsome, impeccably clean-cut look was at odds with my drab, secondhand furniture and décor. It looked like I was entertaining a celebrity whose car had broken down outside of my house and needed to use my phone. “You’re very healthy,” I said conversationally, handing him the glass of water. “I just mean, I noticed that you eat well. And you said you don’t drink. You work out a lot?” Dumbest question ever. Obviously he works out. Look at that body. “Whenever I can fit it in,” he said. I couldn’t decide if that meant he didn’t get to work out as much as he would like or whenever he had the free time, but didn’t ask. “What about you? Do you work out?” Second dumbest question ever. Look at my body. “I used to, but…but not in a while. My gym membership expired and I never, uh, renewed it.” Something behind his green eyes flitted to life and I mentally checked myself to make sure that I hadn’t said anything remiss or given a wrong impression. “Hey, I’ve got an idea,” he said suddenly. “It’s kind of crazy, but hear me out.” He grinned excitedly, that fucking brilliant smile flourishing on his face, and I shifted in my chair to hide the erection I could feel growing in my pants. He unbuttoned the cuffs of his shirt and rolled back his sleeves, revealing those thick forearms that strained the fabric. Again, I noticed the veins snaking around those thick, meaty slabs. His arms were lightly covered in hair. I hadn’t noticed before, given that the hair was blond, but sunlight was streaming through the window and illuminating them golden. I wanted to take a tape measure to every inch of him just to see how extraordinarily thick those pythons were. “How about I become your personal trainer? I’ll be living here anyway, so it’ll be easy to keep you accountable and that way I’ll be like your live-in personal trainer,” he explained. “You won’t have to pay or anything. In fact, I’ll be paying you, since I’ll be paying rent. I used to do some training when I lived in Florida for a little bit. What do you think?” He moved his hands animatedly as he spoke. I had forgotten how much of a kid he seemed to me whenever he got truly excited by an idea—which was ironic, given that I felt like a gawking teenager whenever I was in his presence. A sort of light erupted behind his eyes, as if he had stumbled across the world’s greatest prospect, and seemed to radiate out from every pore of his body. His skin even seemed to glow a little bit, but they may just have been his golden tan. “Can I sleep on it?” I asked, my mind on the rapidly stiffening rod in my pants. I need to jerk off; take this edge off. “Oh come on, man,” he said, and reached out to slap my leg. My knee threatened to buckle beneath the effortlessly strong gesture. He is taller. He has to be if he can reach all the way across from there and touch me. But if he touches me again, I might just blow. “It’ll be great. Like old times when we used to hit up the gym. Are you telling me that there isn’t some part of your body you don’t want to improve? Because I don’t believe that for a second. Every guy wants a little more or a little less somewhere.” The “old times” to which he was referring were perhaps great in his mind, but not so great in my own. On the rare occasion that I had accompanied him to the gym, I had spent the hour or so gently passing the time on a stationary bike while he sprinted himself to death on the treadmill. I hardly ever broke a sweat and he always came away drenched. Soccer and cardio had done wonders for his body back then, but he had evidently traded them in for some time pumping iron as well. The treadmill had given way to dumbbells; you’d have to be a dumbbell yourself not to realize that. Think about it though. If you like what you see now, just imagine what that body will look like when it’s wearing Under Armour. And if you lose a few pounds in the process, you’re better for it in the end. It’s a win-win situation. “Okay,” I said automatically. “Sweet!” he exclaimed, pumping a fist in the air. My cock suddenly rocketed to its full length at the sight of his arm straining his sleeve and I smiled weakly to hide my grimace. “Man, this is going to be awesome. Just like college, but better. I know a shitload more than I did back then. You’re going to love it.” I suspected that he had been waiting to say the latter part of that statement since we had met, a sort of humble brag that I could not exactly blame him for; I know I would have bragged some if I had a body like that. I also realized that a part of him that I had only caught glimpses of when I had known him before had grown more virile in my absence. He had always been athletic, but almost never a jock. Almost. Occasionally, whenever he had gotten in a particularly good workout or won a game, the jock in him would make an appearance, but he usually quelled it fairly quickly. I wondered how much potent it had gotten since I had seen him last. “So, we’ll start tomorrow!” he said, smacking his palms together. “I—what?” I stammered. “I don’t know about that. I…have school and then essays to grade and…” “Come on, man,” he said. “Don’t you want abs like these?” In one swift movement he leaned back, untucked his shirt, and pulled up to reveal the most beautiful six-pack I had ever seen. Each slab of tightly packed muscle was a miniature brick trapped beneath his skin. And unlike other six-packs I had seen, these were perfectly symmetrical. Each palm-sized slab of muscle was perfectly aligned to the one beside it. And to top them off, a dark trail of hair coursed through the deep cut between them, drawing my gaze down, down, down toward his crotch… My own crotch was uncomfortably full and tight. I shifted in my seat. I licked my lips, finding them suddenly dry as sandpaper. “Impressive,” I said, in what I hoped was a flippant tone. As if I saw such marvels every day. “You could have abs like these, man,” he said. He dropped his shirt, his beautiful washboard stomach vanishing. “With me as your trainer, it’s a guarantee. But we need to start ASAP.” I nodded distantly. In that moment, I would agreed to anything he said, I was so mesmerized.