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One day, Hank and Joe were hanging out at the barn. Sam was at work, and Kurt had gone to Florida to cover spring training. Joe had been getting some good workouts in, and had gained ten pounds of muscle and had new veins popping up all over, despite the fact that between his sets, he had to do Hank’s bidding, like adding plates to his bars, or stripping plates off for drops sets, or wiping Hank’s sweat off the benches, or sucking Hank’s big dick. Pretty much anything Hank demanded, otherwise Joe would get tossed around the barn like a pinball. Because, in the same amount of time that Joe gained ten pounds, Hank had gained forty, and was now up to 298. Not that Joe minded giving the blow jobs. He was convinced that the big dude’s jizz was what was making him grow so fast. Once, after he worked out, he was flexing his 16” arm in the mirror. He saw Hank walk over. “Look,” said Joe proudly, “I got muscle now, too.” He did have a pretty nice peak rising up. Hank reached out and put his index finger on the peak and his thumb underneath, then he squeezed. Joe yelped and tried to free his arm, but Hank’s grip was too strong. He squeezed harder, and Joe crumpled to his knees. “Now you got pulp,” the brawny arm wrestler said. “And since you’re already down there…”. Then he made Joe blow him. Hank had found an old tractor out behind the barn, and he ripped the big back tires off so they could flip them across the property. So far, Joe had trouble flipping them more than a few times, but Hank would squat down next to one on his mighty haunches, then send the tire flipping over and over, some fifty yards, with one powerful thrust. Sometimes a tire would end up crashing into the woods at the edge of the property. Hank would send Joe down to retrieve it, and Joe would struggle to upright the tire, then roll it back up the grassy field as the tire wobbled and twisted on the uneven ground. Joe would be heaving for breath and drenched in sweat by the time he got the tire back up to the barn, but he was building core strength and leg power in leaps and bounds. On this day, Hank picked up a tire, whirled around with it and tossed it like a discus. The tire sailed thru the air like a flying saucer, smashing into the woods, splintering saplings into kindling. “Ho, yeah, did you see that?”crowed Hank, flexing his arms, then spreading his huge lats, turned on by his own strength. “Now go fetch it up,” he said to Joe, smacking him on the back of his head, sending him stumbling. Joe took off down the hill, rubbing his head. Getting the tractor tire out of the undergrowth of the woods was no easy task. By the time he managed that, then rolled it up the hill, he was exhausted and covered with brambles. This was his sixth retrieval of the day. He plopped down to the ground. Hank came over and said, “Now look what you done, you got the tire all muddy. Hose it off.” Joe looked up at Hank, then over at the hose that on the side of the barn. He crawled over to it, turned it on, then got to his feet and walked back to the tire. He squeezed the nozzle and water came out in a jet stream, but instead of directing it towards the tire, he turned it right at Hank’s face. He sprayed and sprayed, and as Hank put his hands up to block the jet stream, Joe stopped, his heart pounding a mile a minute. Hank dropped his hands to his sides and made them into huge menacing fists. The cold water made his skin tighten across his deeply defined muscles. His pecs swelled out with rage and looked hard as titanium. Even his nips hardened up, as if looking for revenge, as water dripped off them. “Oh, you are one little dead fuck. Hope you’re ready for a real long enema.” As Hank took a step forward and grabbed the hose from him, Joe took off running to the woods. He heard what sounded like a rhino coming after him. Joe headed to the nearest big tree he could find, and clambered up it, his ten years of gymnastics aiding his efforts. He climbed up to a branch that was well out of Hank’s reach. He looked down as Hank reached the base of the tree. It was a big oak tree, the trunk sturdy and thick, but when Hank slammed into it with the calloused palms of his angry hands, the whole tree shook. He slammed into it again and acorns fell all around him. “You think you’re safe up there, grasshopper? Guess again,” Hank said with a snarl. He wrapped his huge arms around the trunk and started tugging. At first, the trunk barely moved, but after each powerful yank, it inched more and more, first one way, then the other. The skin on Hank’s massive back grew ruddy from the effort. He snorted as he pushed and pulled the mighty trunk. Tree bark crumbled under his arms, his muscles harder than the wood itself. The ground rolled as ancient roots began to tear thru the hard clay soil. Joe climbed higher up the tree as the branches began to sway as if in a hurricane or an earthquake. With demonic strength, Hank lifted the tree upward and began to trudge with it, out of the woods, ripping out more and more root with every powerful step. Joe lost his footing, but clung to a branch above him, his body flopping around like a monkey’s. Hank muscled the tree out of the woods with his 34” quads, then let it go crashing down onto the field. He stood over the fallen oak like it was his conquered prey. He reached out and grabbed the thickest old root, which was sticking straight up in front of him. The root was so hardened by age that even an ax wouldn’t cut thru it, but Hank snapped it in two like it was a stalk of celery. He squeezed it in his hand until the root pulverized and oozed thru his fingers like grits. Meanwhile, Joe was trying to scramble his way out of tree, but the branches trapped him in like a misshapen birdcage. Hank ripped the branches apart as he made his way to him. Hank reached in thru the tree’s canopy, grabbed Joe by the arm and roughly yanked him out. He ripped his clothes off him, then dragged him up to the hose and sprayed him down. Then he hosed himself off and dragged Joe back to the fallen tree trunk. He bent him over the thick trunk. “I been saving that virgin ass for a special occasion, and I reckon this is good enuf,” Hank said, as he stroked himself hard with one hand, and pinned Joe down with the other. Then he went to work on him.

Hey Y'all first time posting, I've got a couple chapters done of this story, hope yall like it! While sitting in art class I found myself unable to look away from Vinny Lorenzo’s ass. He was a goofy jock with a bold Mediterranean nose. He didn’t take the class seriously, just a place to goof around with his friends. His back faced me as he stood joking around with his buddies, and his cute butt creased the fabric of his Nike sweatpants. I had a perfect view from the table behind him, in a spot where I could make furtive glances without looking far from my clay sculpture project. He wore a white T-shirt, which revealed his slim waist when he lifted his arms; it seemed to make his ass look even better. I couldn’t take my eyes off of it. I love the tall jockish guys. Doesn’t matter what sport they play: football, baseball, wrestling, swim, they’re all just different flavors of eye-candy. Vinny played football or something, at least I think that’s the group he hangs with. His sport gifted him with wide shoulders, big arms, and a meaty pair of jugs. “Wait, wait let me see,” Vinny leaned over his friend to look at their phone, and the white brim of his boxers peeked over his waistband. Things like that are so sexy to me. My dick got hard under the table, I scooted farther underneath to hide the stiffy in my jeans. I felt myself enter a state of laser focus, the world around Vinny’s ass blurred out of view. His cheeks began to take up more room in his joggers; it was working. I felt myself get even harder. I rubbed my cock up against the underside of the table. With each tingle of pleasure, my influence made his rear swell larger. He jerked his head back, laughing at the video on his friend’s phone. Falling backwards, he bumped his fat ass into my table, jostling the clay mug in front of me. I grunted as the edge of the table slammed against the bottom of my belly, and squashed my dick. “Woah, sorry,” he said with a chuckle, receiving scoffs from the others at my table. He walked back to his cackling friends, and I watched as his once slightly baggy pants now clung to his meatier legs. The crease of his ass was no more, as the material was now stretched taut between the pure density of his cake. It was so fucking huge, that thing started to cast a shadow over his thighs. And then, he flexed it. The cheeks bunched up toward the center, pinching the tight gray fabric, then parted like the red sea, and I swear it jiggled before returning to rest. I was so horned up, that I let my influence get carried away. He literally surged larger in that moment, in all directions with a low, sexy grunt that turned all the heads toward him. His white T-shirt now clung close to his beefier torso, pulled extra tight around his armpits and meaty shoulders. The hem of his shirt now hovered juuust shy of his belly-button, displaying the soft treasure trail on his abs. Now I’d like to shed light on something I haven’t brought up enough yet: Vinny’s ass. It was so huge now, that I could make out where the seam down his crack was beginning to split. Those poor pants looked painted on to that man's lower body. I was in disbelief, he must have gained ten pounds in that second alone. I saw his friend’s eyes lower to Vinny’s junk. “Woah, dude,” he said with a laugh. “You should go take care of that monster before someone gets hurt.” Vinny let out a goofy chuckle, and turned toward the teacher, revealing his front to me. His pecs now stretched the shirt into a uniboob, the only other landmarks on the curved surface were his erect nipples. I brought my gaze down to the pièce de résistance. His thick cucumber cock reached over half way down his thigh, clearly visible through the tight gray material. Slack jawed, I raised my gaze to his thicker neck, which added to his heavy masculine jaw. I looked at his eyes, and realized they were staring right into mine. A wave of pink washed over me as his sleepy brown eyes lusted for me, with an expression of gluttonous desire. Then he blinked and jiggled his head, like he returned to reality. “Miss B.,” he shouted. “Can I go to the little boys’ room?” He grabbed the hall pass, and sauntered toward the bathroom, his head noticeably closer to the top of the door frame. I felt embarrassed as all eyes watched their freshly beefed-up classmate leave the room, with an ass you could balance a cup on. He didn’t seem to mind though, as he swaggered through the room with the sound of stretching fabric following his thickened body through the door.

Waste of a good tree, otherwise hot hot hot! I expect Sam and Kurt to have something to say about it when they get home, along the lines of... "Boy, I know you get riled up but don't mess with the landscaping, ya hear me? That oak was at least a hundred years old, you big dumb galoot. Joe's no bigger than a kitten. Did you REALLY need to tear the tree down to get him out of it?" And then picks Hank up with one hand and airfucks him like he would use a fleshlight until he gets the message. Just a thought!

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

I enjoy speculating as to where a story might be going and reading the same from others. Ultimately, though, I trust the author -- especially when it's someone like Bbmikenj, whose work I adore -- to take us where his muse wants us to go. I am sure Sam and Kurt will be back to mesmerize us in due time.

Reading this reminds me of the old Man of Steel Renderings called David

Damn that’s hot.

I consistent come back to newsmassaddict stories they are so detailed and raw! Can't wait for more stories and universes!

And yet, here I stood, waiting anxiously... jk, but really though: might be one of my current TOP 3 stories to come back to.

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.

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!)

When next part ?

I'm glad! He's already pretty massive and only getting bigger. Tomorrow is the last day to grow him, but after that, we'll see just how big he can get

Very nice! Here's hoping Vinny has additional growth adventures!

I Can imagine Carnitas getting mixed thoughts with steamroller camp, as he get smaller YET heavier, increasing in density to an insane degree

That image is fantastic. The shocked faces while they see his friend hornier and bigger

Revisiting this story, again. it’s incredibly hot! Curious to know how the beast finds the lustful satisfaction he craves. Hoping there will be more to this story

This is a story which I posted on the wrong section (archive). Rome is a collegiate athlete. For the last 3 years of his college life, he has been training hard and it really shows. At 22, 6'3 and 250 lbs, he has a body that rivals those big YouTubers you see online. This body of his earned him the title of team captain of the football team. Not only that, with his fair skin, thick eyebrows, and thick brown hair, he is deemed as the campus' heartthrob. One night, after training and working out with his team, Rome really had the urge to fuck someone. After cockily putting his body on display to the team in the shower room, he put on some baggy pants and a tight black tank top that showcases his thick arms and really highlights his huge chest. He decided he'll go to the bar and pick a fuck buddy for the night. After all, he could get anyone with his looks. Arriving at the club, his body alone is already enough to get him looks and turns. On his third drink, someone sat next to him. "That one's on me!", the man said. Rome looked and saw a short Asian man. The man looked young, almost like a college freshman. At around 5'5, Rome dwarfs this guy. "Aren't you a little too young to be here?", Rome asks with a smirk. "Haha I'm 21, today's actually my birthday, see?" the man replies, showing Rome his ID. "Hmm, so your name's Evan." Rome said, returning Evan's ID to him. "What do you want from me?" Rome then asks. "I always see you at the campus gym, and frankly, you really turn me on. What do you say we hit it up?" Evan says with a smile. "I don't think you can handle me." Rome replies, once again with a smirk. "Come on, you know you wanna do this. Besides, I can give you an experience of a lifetime." Evan teases, touching Rome's arms. Rome really wanted to release his load tonight, so he reluctantly agrees. Evan brings Rome to his dorm. They both take off their clothes. Rome strips down, revealing his powerful body and his 10 inch cock. Evan takes his jacket off, showing a skin tight white shirt, revealing some definition in his body. He's not big by any means, probably 135 lbs, but he's got some definition. He then removes his pants, revealing his own 4 incher. Just as he was about to take off his shirt, Rome cannot wait and pulls him to the bed and started fucking him. Evan was caught by surprise. But his moans and groans of pain turned into moans of pleasure as he sees the view while he's getting rammed. "Ugh fuck, you're so hot!" Evan said as reaches and caresses Rome's pecs. His hands explore Romes torso. "Ugh, dude you're gonna make me cum!" he replied back. Rome posed a double bicep and showed off his bulging arms to Evan. He's so big that it turned Evan on even harder. "You're so hot man- ughh! Sh-shit! Ughh!" Evan cums to the sight of Rome's flexing. Evan's cum shot up to Rome's mouth as he was moaning harder. "Ughhh fuck I'm gonna cu- UGHHH!" Rome moans and whimpers as he ejaculates into Evan's ass. Cum fills Evan after load after load is released by Rome. All while Evan continues to rub Rome's muscles. "Ugh fuck that was good" Rome pulls his cock out. Their moans die down and all that's left are their heavy breathing. "My turn..." Evan says. "What?" Rome confusely asks. “I'm gonna fuck you now, baby," Evan said while Rome licks his lips. "And I'll make sure you feel every inch of my cock." "Huh? You? What w-" Rome cockily says before getting interrupted. Evan grabbed Rome by the waist and pushed him down onto the bed, switching their position. Rome cockily chuckles, looking at Evan's 4 inch cock compared to his own 10 incher. "What are you gonna do, huh?" Rome cockily teases while flexing his muscles in front of Evan's scrawny frame. Rome's 6'3, 250 lbs frame completely dwarfs Evan's 5'5, 135 lbs. Evan ignores Rome's teases and grabbed the base of his 4 inch shaft and started pumping in and out of Rome's tight hole. The feeling of having another man's cock inside his body made him moan louder than ever before. "Fuck yeah, baby! You're so fucking hot!" Evan moaned as he continued to pound Rome's ass. "Ughhh! Dude what the fuc- ugh" Rome moans as he feels Evan's cock throbbing inside his ass. "Oh god, oh god, oh god!" Evan moans as he continues to thrust his cock deep inside Rome's ass. "Ughhh shit!" Rome moans loudly as he felt Evan's cock pulsating inside his ass. "Ughhhhh! Oh god, I'm gonna cum!" Evan moans as he starts to spurt his load all over Rome's insides. "Ughhh! Ughhh! Ughhh!" Rome moans as he feels Evan's cock spurting his seed inside his ass. Evan smiles, knowing a step of his plan has been enacted. After a few minutes of rest, they both got up from the bed and went for a shower together. They were still naked and their dicks were hard. They both got into the shower and began to wash each other, Rome not knowing Evan's plan. While showering, Evan kneels in front of Rome. "Okay, here goes nothing," Evan thought to himself. He grabbed Rome's dick and started sucking it like a pro. "Mmmmmm, mmmmm!" Rome moans as he feels Evan's tongue sliding along his shaft. "Oh fuck, ughh!" Rome moans as he grabs Evan's head and pushes it deeper onto his dick. "Ughhh! Mmmmmm!" Evan moans as he continues to suck Rome's cock. "Damn, you're really good at this!" Rome moans as he starts to feel his orgasm building. "Ughhh! Fuck! I'm gonna cum!" Rome moans as he starts to shoot his load into Evan's mouth. "Mmmmmm!" Evan moans as he swallows Rome's load. "Mmppphhhh!" Rome moans as he feels his cock spasm and start to spew more cum into Evan's mouth. "Fuuuck! Mmmmm!" Evan moans as he keeps swallowing Rome's load. But Evan continues to suck even harder. "Ughhh! Fuck! I'm cumming again! Okay, enough..." Rome moans as he continues to pump his load into Evan's mouth. "Mmmmmm!" Evan moans as he continues to swallow Rome's load. He continues to suck HARDER. "Man, I said enough..." Rome whimpers. But Evan sucks harder. Rome starts to feel a bit weak. "No, I said stop!" Rome whimpers. But Evan keeps sucking harder. "UGHHHHH! FUCK PLEASE! STOP!" Rome screams. "ugh I'm cumming again!" Rome yells as he shoots his load into Evan's mouth. "Mmmmmm!" Evan moans as he continues to forcefully suck Rome's load out. Rome tries to push Evan away, but to his surprise, Evan is not moved by this. He seems stronger "Mmmmmmm!" Evan moans as he continues to suck Rome's load out. He feels himself getting bigger and stronger. Evan starts feeling his arms and chest be filled with more mass as he swallows more of Rome's seed. "Ughhhh, dude please!" Rome cries out in pain as he feels his cock spasm and start to spew his load into Evan's mouth. "Mmmmmm!" Evan moans as he continues to swallow Rome's load. Evan feels his cock grow an inch or two, he also feels Rome's shrink in his mouth. "Ughhh! Ughhh! AAAAAAAAH!" Rome screams as he feels his cock spasm and shoot his load into Evan's throat. Evan swallows it all and stops. Evan then stands, looking Rome in the eye. Rome opens his eyes and notices how he isn't looking down at Evan that much anymore. "Fuck dude, that was hot!" Evan breaks the silence. Rome is still too stunned to speak. Rome begins looking at Evan's body, noticing how muscled Evan is. Evan then proceeds to inspect his now 8 inch cock and brags about it to Rome, "Wow, this is huge, thanks for that!". Rome looks at his own cock and sees his shrunken 6 incher, also noticing his own body. "WHAT THE FUCK?! MY COCK! M-MY BODY!"

Just a fantastic story all around. Supremely written too.

CHAPTER 2 Timmy’s eyes were indiscreetly glued to the handsome massively muscular bodybuilder lifting at his condo’s gym. When Biff started another set, Timmy almost bumped into a fellow gym-goer as he stared with perhaps a little too much enthusiasm. The stud had to be in the upper 200’s in weight, Timmy thought. His beautiful muscular size and extraordinarily ripped condition excited him more than he had ever felt for anyone in his life. He adjusted his quickly tenting dick, and before he embarrassed himself, he slunk to the locker room to change. He remembered the athletic muscular bullies from high school and what they would do to him when he was caught staring at them. Timmy knew that the prudent move to make, when he went back into the gym, was to get his head out of this muscle-fueled daze and try fighting his enormous attraction to Biff. It took exactly one second and he was back to his pulse racing at the thought of just seeing more of the bodybuilder again. It was impossible to fight, and he just enjoyed it way too much. As he came back in and headed for the treadmills, he saw that Biff was at the water fountain, bent over and slurping water into his god-like physique. Timmy’s daze was of course now back, and, though he was not at all thirsty, he walked up to be next in line, pretending that he needed a drink as well. Now close-up, with each ripple of muscle that Timmy witnessed, the stud was just oozing sex and power. His back muscles flexed in the smallest of actions, and his triceps, so lean and bulgy with beautifully shaped horseshoes/croissants, danced to Timmy’s feasting eyes. And Biff’s glutes were easily seen dimpling through the tight shorts that he wore. There was absolutely no evidence of any body fat anywhere on Biff’s physique. Being so close to such muscle-perfection, there was no way Timmy’s trance was going away anytime soon. This led his obsession to fantasizing about touching the exquisite handsome bodybuilder and worshiping every inch of his physique. Biff would flex for him, and then Timmy would kiss and lick each bulging muscle. With Biff taking so long at his drinking, it then allowed the muscle-worshiper to take his fantasy to an even higher level, where he was then sucking the gorgeous bodybuilder’s big dick. Timmy’s penis was again fully erect and leaking and it very obviously now tenting his pants with a wet spot. He needed to put his hands nonchalantly over his crotch to hide it. And all of this occurred in just about a minute after getting in line! Biff finally finished drinking and stood up to his full height. Timmy felt short as he looked straight into Biff’s defined striated delts. He realized that he had under-estimated the bodybuilder’s size earlier, and that the stud had to be closer to a height of maybe 6’5”. Biff then turned around with water dripping off his succulent lips and falling onto his muscle-stretched very tight shirt, wetting his sensuously bulging solid pectorals. The muscle god looked down at Timmy, and, seeing the daze that he was in, quickly sized up the handsome skinny older guy as a very seriously-obsessed muscle-admirer. Biff then casually and seductively danced his pecs just a little for the awestruck Timmy as he enjoyed the reaction that he knew he was responsible for. He saw his admirer had even trouble breathing, as he was so sexually charged. Timmy had turned red and froze, partly in reactive fear remembering back to his school experiences. But the bodybuilder’s thoughts were correct, it was caused mostly by Timmy’s lust for his muscle, and Biff was now so close to him. As Biff sexily touched his now wet pectorals with his gym-trained hand, he said in a deep voice looking down at Timmy, “Sorry I took so long. It’s all yours now, little boy.” Timmy still couldn’t respond, and Biff, amused at his handsome admirer’s extreme reaction to him, then strutted back to his bench to continue his lifting. When Timmy finally came down to earth, he realized how enormously thrilled he was that Biff had even actually talked to him! “And he called me his ‘little boy,”’ Timmy thought. “Oh my god, what an amazing encounter with the new Mr. America. And he’s so tall and handsome also.” Timmy stumbled to the water fountain and feigned drinking for a little while, then quickly got to a place with the best view. And he indeed found one on a treadmill facing his heartthrob. Timmy watched Biff’s flexing muscles as he lifted tremendous pounds, rep after rep with dozens of sets. He watched as Biff’s muscles grew more massive and ripped with his pump. His biceps peaked like two Mount Everests before then relaxing each time. Timmy loved the beautiful split in each bicep, and knew they’d tape easily in the mid-twenties. He would have paid the stud just to tape them for him. At one point, when Timmy was furtively glancing at Biff, the muscle stud caught him. Timmy quickly looked away red-faced and then pretended to text someone on his phone. He was torn between wanting to be coy and not get caught, but then he would miss out on the muscle-show, versus wanting to eye-fuck this ultimate muscle-fantasy as much as he could for future wanks. Each flex from Biff would be worth one more masturbatory ejaculation for Timmy in the future. After a while, a small crowd had started to gather around the bodybuilder as he put more weight on the bar and the loud clanking and slamming of the weights drew much attention. Timmy was now able to full-time watch too, knowing that it was now safe to be with all these other people there as well. When else could he get the chance to see someone THAT spectacularly muscular and so close up? Timmy got off his treadmill and tried to count how much weight Biff had on the bar, but he kept losing track because there were so many plates going up and down. With always perfect form and controlled muscle movement, the bodybuilder knelt and bent over, then cranked out his deadlifts, the weight lowering, before then rising back up. The bar bent dramatically with the enormous pounds of weights loaded on it, but Biff continued lifting and made it look relatively light. This went on for quite a while more as the reps flew by, until the Biff reached still another failure and he finally stopped. Timmy’s face showed some disappointment when he assumed that the muscle-show was now over. But, after all, he had viewed the gorgeous man for almost two hours already. Some of the other gym bros approached the muscleman, slapping his knotted-with-bulging-muscle back. Timmy would have loved doing that too, using it as the excuse to actually touch Biff. He laughed to himself as he pictured slapping Biff on his huge striated deltoid and saying, “good job dude.” But of course, he could never do anything even remotely like that, mostly since he knew Biff would see right through him and know what his true motives were exactly. And, Timmy also knew that he had a raging hardon and his shorts were soaked with pre again and he would never be able to camouflage it if he was right in front of Biff. Watching the insane display of strength and huge sliced and carved muscle show was amazing while it lasted, and he decided to go upstairs and maybe do some sit-ups. Suddenly, even from upstairs, he again heard grunting and weights slamming around. All he could think of was what he was missing as he envisioned the handsome bodybuilder’s flexing muscles shifting and sliding so sensuously downstairs. But he knew it was best to give it a rest, and after a while, and not hearing Biff anymore, Timmy figured that the bodybuilder was now finally finished and was probably gone. So, he headed downstairs to leave. But, wouldn’t you know, as he came down the stairs, he saw that Biff had repositioned himself right there facing Timmy, doing seated machine rows with the weight maxed out. It was almost as though Biff knew where his admirer was before, and this ensured Timmy would see him when he came back down. Timmy stared at Biff and thought his tank was almost bursting from his muscular development. Also, curious to Timmy, was that the bodybuilder couldn’t be getting much benefit from this rowing machine. Though there were tremendous weights there, Biff was doing the exercise so fast and too easily. As he stared, Timmy knew for sure that he had never wanted anyone more in his life. Not even close to this. The big guy caught him again and stared right back. When it became a lingering friendly handsome smile, Timmy’s heart stopped. Then the sexy muscle-guy winked at him. Shocked at what had just occurred and feeling uncomfortable about not knowing what to do or say in response, Timmy hurried to the lockers and then took the elevator back up to his apartment.

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

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.

these 2 are seriously hot:

Hey @GaryD - first of all, thanks for the kind words about the story. I think whatever I go on to write I'll always have a little soft spot for this one. I often wonder how many people are reading and enjoying my stuff but never actually commenting. I guess it's impossible to know! So I know AI is a complex and controversial subject but I love that you felt inspired to do these! Thanks so much for sharing! I've actually dabbled in doing something similar. Once I discovered how easy Bing Image Creator was to use I couldn't resist putting some of my characters into the prompt. It's always fun to see what comes back - both good and bad! I always struggled to do stage stuff though and never managed to get it to do posing trunks and friends of mine have struggled with that too so I'm really impressed with the ones of Mark Green and AJ on stage - sticking out his tongue in his shiny green trunks!! I think those ones are my favourites. You'll have to give some tips on how you did them! A couple of favourites... I love the very British-looking housing estate background on these! These ones are probably the closest to how I imagine AJ in my head - albeit very pretty versions! Hard to pick favourites out of these so I'll go with these four! And from the Tesco uniform ones I have to go with this one partly for the cute face but also because the arms are absolutely ridiculous! Thanks again for doing these and sharing, mate!

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.

(So, this is the first time I found the courage to post a little story I’ve written recently. English isn’t my primary language so hopefully the story is readable. Enjoy and let me know what you think.) LUKE - part 1: THE RECORDING Dylan and Matt were best friends. Always sharing everything together. “Hey dude” Matt said. “I found this file on the web that says it contains the deepest voice ever recorded. No footage, only audio.” Dylan looked at his best friend to see if he was joking again. But apparently Matt was very serious. “I’m sure our girlfriends would love us to have a super deep voice, hehe” A moment later they both sat down and started the audio file on Dylan’s tablet. Some voice over started explaining a few facts about the audio file. “Listen carefully. This recording contains the voice of a minor. There used to be video footage to, but it has been removed because it was too obscene. Too revealing. And most people could no handle what they were seeing. Also keep in mind that the voice on this recording is not meant for male audiences. Listen to it on your own risk.” Matt and Dylan looked at each other. They only noticed the last too sentences. “Why would they say it’s not for male audiences?” Matt asked Dylan. “I have no idea, but to be honest, it actually makes me more curious.” Dylan answered. “So let’s continue. The file continued. It started a count down. 3…2…1 “Hi” an incredibly deep voice boomed through the computer speakers. Matt and Dylan were both erect when they heard the hyper manly voice. “My name is Luke and I just turned 18.” The incredibly deep voice continued shaking the two friend’s senses. “That voice…it’s…oh fuck…so m-manly.” Matt said, while he stroked his dick through his pants. Dylan was already openly stroking his cock after he took off his jeans. He was breathing heavily. What happened next is something both boys could not have imagined… “I’m your alpha.” the voice said, causing Matt to stick out his tongue and open his pants to jerk off his cock too. “Your superior.” making both boys drool, and their cocks leak tons of pre. “Your god.” which made the boys empty their balls with a seemingly endless supply of cum. They kept cumming for two minutes straight. “And now…” the monstrously deep voice continued “…you are mine. If you are a girl, your tits might have grown bigger and your butt more bubbly. Your body adapted to look more beautiful for me. And if you are a guy, your body has realized how manly I am. Turning you into a horny, weak little gay boy. Submitting to me. Forgetting about your lover, because I am the one you really want. Becoming horny whenever you only think about this recording. Your cock spurting cum when hearing the slightest rumbling sound of my voice. You are all MINE” The recording ended. Matt and Dylan kept cumming endlessly while hearing the rest of the audio file. They were kissing each other and moaning uncontrollably, only to pass out next to each other. The recording was programmed to send itself to all contacts that were available on Dylan’s tablet……..

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 )

Sam was going to be doing the weekend weather at the station, so he wasn’t able to go with Kurt and Hank to the arm wrestling competition that Hank entered. Sam was disappointed, but it did allow him to continue his prep for his upcoming bodybuilding contest. He and Omar were working on his posing routine, although Omar kept telling Sam that he had nothing to worry about. “Dude, you’re coming in at 290 pounds, and you have an 8 pack and a 32 inch waist. You’re built like a pro super heavyweight, and you’re competing in a local amateur contest. Basically, all you’re going to have to do is walk out on stage and let them hand you the trophy,” Omar assured him. “We do have another issue, though,” he added, as he watched Sam going thru his routine in his new poser. “You mean my prodigious member?” asked Sam, laughing, as he checked himself out in the mirror. He turned from side to side and realized that his skimpy poser was no match for his thick meat, which was struggling to flop out. “Um, yeah,” said Omar. “I’ll get my wife to sew you some kind of sling for that third forearm of yours.” “That would be appreciated,” Sam replied, as he futilely tried to position his package inside his poser. After practicing his posing routine for forty minutes, Sam was ridiculously pumped. He thanked Omar for his help, pulled on a pair of cargo shorts, and waddled his way to his car. Despite his muscles being totally flushed with blood, he wanted more, so he headed out to the barn to lift. He knew he was obsessed, but he couldn’t help it. “Just a few sets of 100 reps, and I’ll stop,” he told himself. Omar had explained to him that for burning fat. Higher reps with lower weight was a good way to go. Omar also explained to him that since he was already down to 3% body fat, it might be dangerous to go any lower. But Sam couldn’t help it. “Once I get to 2%, I’ll stop,” Sam told himself. Meanwhile, two hours away, Kurt and Hank arrived at the gymnasium where the arm wrestling was taking place. As they walked in, a sea of big, macho men parted for the two bigger, more macho men. Karl signed in for the exhibition matches he was doing for charity, and Hank signed for the open competition. The people manning the tables stared at them in silent awe. Kurt had on his signature black polo, now a size 6XL, and hugged his massive frame like a surfer’s wetsuit. Hank had on a checkered flannel shirt with the sleeves cut off, his log-sized arms on full display, and black denim jeans that looked farm worn, and fit tight across his blocky power ass and thighs. His thick belt had a brass buckle that was shaped like a big hog. Hank’s swagger and cockiness were on full throttle. For his first pull, he was paired up against a local deputy sheriff, a burly guy in his late thirties, with a good-sized beer gut. Hank made short work of him, smirking the whole time, easily winning three in a row of their best of five. “Go have another donut, fat ass,” Hank mocked. The deputy’s face grew red with ire. He clenched his fists at his side. “Bring it on, deputy dawg,” Hank said. Then he flexed his right arm, and it rose up to 23”, with a deep split running across the top. His deltoid cap arched into three thick ropes. The deputy’s face drained and he took a step back. His hand and arm throbbed from his match with the arrogant punk, and the cop had never felt such a powerful grip. The kid would snap him in two if he got into a tussle with him. As he started to walk away, the referee gave Hank a foul for unsportsmanlike conduct. Hank turned to him with such an angry glare that the pudgy ref almost peed himself. Hank leaned towards him a flex into a most-muscular pose. His flannel shirt split down the back. “Foul number two,” squeaked the shaken ref. If Hank got one more foul, he would be disqualified and lose the match. But that didn’t stop him from slowly pointing into the ref’s face and saying, “I will fucking…”. But before he able to add ‘end you’, Kurt came up behind him, grabbed his shirt collar and tugged him back. “Take it down a notch, cowboy,” Kurt said. He put his big hand on the back of Hank’s overly muscled neck, and led him away. He could feel Hank’s rage ebbing as they made they’re way to a quiet corner of the gymnasium. “What the hell, man? You’re gonna get yourself tossed out of here.” “I can’t explain it. When I take someone down, I get this rush that’s just about better than cumming, and I feel the need to crush something.” “Well, don’t get too cocky. I’ve seen some guys in here that look about as jacked up as you.” Hank picked up a metal folding chair that was on a stack next to them. He held the chair out in front of him, and bent it in half. Then he bent it in half again, twisting the metal like it was taffy. “I’m not worried,” he said to Kurt, as he absentmindedly continued to crumple the chair with his bare hands. “It’s just that I fucking love winning. It’s like a drug that feels better than cumming.” He twisted the legs of the chair like licorice. “And then I wanna rage on something, or someone. I wanna rage till they’re pulverized.” He crumpled the chair into a ball, then dropped it to the floor. Kurt eyed the acne on Hank’s big delts. “You might be overdoing the gear and shakes, Bucko.” “Maybe,” said Hank, sheepishly. He stepped on the crumpled chair with his steel-toed work boot and crushed it flat as a pancake. “How many shakes a day, Hank?” “I dunno. Three. Maybe four.” “Dude. Geezus. No wonder you’re so wound up.” Just then, someone call Kurt over for his exhibition matches. “Try not to snuff anyone while I’m gone,” he said to Hank, who went on to win his next three matches without incident, if you don’t count the broken hand bones of one of his opponents. Kurt showed up before his fourth match. “How’d your charity rounds go?” Hank asked him. “Not great. None of the other sportscasters would go up against me. And two of them were ex-pro football players. I can’t exactly blame them though, they’d pretty much let themselves go to seed. One of them weighed about as much as me, but he was mostly flab. We looked like a before and after advertisement for tren.” “Not much of a challenge, huh?” “Nope, not for this 380,” said Kurt, heaving out his 79” chest and setting the can of Red Bull he was drinking on top of his left pec. “There was a pro soccer player who was game for it, although he only weighed about 160. I let him use both his arms and his full bodyweight. He ended up hanging off my arm like a monkey, so it was good for some laughs.” Hank’s last pull turned out to be against a big tattooed biker, who kept purposefully letting his hand slip loose as Hank was about to pin him. The ref didn’t call the guy out on it, but instead, strapped their hands together. Hank began to seethe, because he hated being strapped to this greasy ball cheater who stank of cheap cigars and whiskey. He let the guy think he was winning, allowing him to push his hand to within an inch of the table. Then Hank swung their arms in a 180 degree arc, and wrenched the biker’s hand so hard that his ulna bone snapped. As Hank slammed his arm down, the guy howled in pain. Hank yanked their strapped hands towards him, pulling the big biker halfway across the table. Then Hank lifted his arm upward, and the guy’s feet left the ground. The biker bellowed as his shoulder dislocated. Hank put his free hand around the guy’s neck and crushed down with his powerful grip, then pulled him in close. “That’s right, you weak fucking cunt. I fucking own you, you faggot son of a whore.” Hank’s spittle sprayed the biker’s swelling face. Kurt came up behind Hank, and wrapped his massive arms around Hank’s torso, and lifted him. As he pulled him back, the referee quickly unwrapped the strap, freeing the arm wrestlers’ hands. The biker fell backwards and rolled to the floor, gurgling and holding his shoulder. That’s how Hank ended up being disqualified from the competition. Kurt carried the bucking Hank out to the parking lot. He put him down next to his truck. “You need to chill!” Kurt yelled. Hank’s nostrils were flaring and his breathing was ragged. He shoved into Kurt’s huge barrel chest with both his hands. Kurt didn’t budge. Kurt grabbed him and pulled him into a bearhug. Hank struggled, and said, “You better hope I don’t break out of this, cause I’ll kick your ass.” “You and what army?” growled Kurt. But as he squeezed harder, he realized that the young juiced up redneck had grown immensely stronger since they’d first met. It was like he was bear hugging 260 pounds of solid iron. All the bloated water retention was gone, replaced by muscle. “Why didn’t you let me at him?” Hank grunted as he struggled. Kurt redoubled his efforts to hold him. “You’d have murdered him, boy. You are nothing but trouble.” “Aw fuck yeah I am. And you like it too, don’t ya? I can feel you gettin’ hard, old man. You feel how fuckin’ strong I am, and it’s making you bone.” “I feel it, you freak. You hot fucking power freak.” Kurt slammed Hank’s back into the side of his pickup, denting the metal. He started bucking against him, and the whole truck moved sideways. “You wanna feel my power in you, don’t ya, Daddy? You wanna feel it grow and grow, till I’m bigger and stronger than ever. You aching for my seed deep inside you,” whispered Hank. Kurt released his bearhug and leaned in and kissed Hank. Kurt grabbed onto the sides of the truck bed, his fingers digging into the metal. The two powerhouses kissed hard, for five minutes straight. Finally, Kurt said, “Get in the truck.” They drove to a dark, secluded parking lot next to a woods. They got out and stripped naked. They admired each other’s bodies, their extreme muscularity and size. Kurt was still much bigger, his back span as wide as the rear of his pickup, but Hank was changing faster, becoming gargantuan at a rapid pace. His neck was wider than his head, and his back was piling up with thick mounds of muscle. He was beginning to resemble a Tolkien orc, and his muscle had the density of polished petrified wood. He jumped into the back of the pickup in a single leap, and motioned for Kurt to join him. Kurt climbed into the truck bed with him, and Hank proceeded to top the huge sportscaster for the first of six times that night. People in the nearby neighborhood thought that it must be mating season for the wild boars living in the area, as they heard the deep, guttural roars and rutting sounds that lasted into the night. In the morning, Kurt and Hank were asleep in the back of the truck, naked and wrapped in each other’s muscular arms. Despite the chill in the air, they were kept warm by their own mass. Kurt woke up and surveyed what was left of his pickup. The cab had been crushed in like an accordion, with all the windows shattered. The tailgate was broken off, and was on the other side of the parking lot. He remembered Hank ripping it off it’s hinges and tossing it like a discus. The sides of the truck bed were dented out. All four tires were flat. They had blown out about halfway thru the night, when Hank’s thrusting had grown more and more powerful. Kurt got dressed, then slowly woke up Hank by massaging his size 16EEE feet. Hank grunted with pleasure as Kurt’s big hands dug into his muscular arches. Hank’s morning wood began to swell. “Get up, stud,” Kurt said. “Time to get going.” “Nah, man,” said Hank, sleepily. “I wanna fuck some more.” Kurt shook his head. The musclebound buck was insatiable. “Tell you what. I’ll suck you off, but then we got to go.” Kurt grabbed Hank by his thick ankles, and slid him until his ass was at the edge of the truck bed. Then he went down on him. “Ah, shit yeah,” moaned Hank, his head lulling back. He grab the sides of the truck with his meaty hands, and the steel creaked as he bent it inward. Kurt worked on him good and hard, and it didn’t take long to drain his huge load, a surprisingly large volume considering the amount he’d pumped out during the night. “God damm, you got a hot mouth, old man. What were you, a street hooker in your last life?” “Shut the fuck up and get dressed,” Kurt said as he wiped his mouth with the back of his great hairy forearm. “We have to go to the hotel and get our stuff.” Hank laughed, and hopped out of the truck. He pulled on his jeans, and as he laced up his work boots, asked, “How far is it?” “About ten miles.” “I’ll race you,” Hank said, taking off across the parking lot shirtless, leaving his torn flannel shirt behind. He turned around, and, jogging backwards at a sprint, said, “Winner gets top.”

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

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

Thanks for the feedback. I hope you are enjoying this story, it's been fun to write. A bunch more to come... Chapter 6 Keith came to a screeching stop by the farmhouse, jumped from the truck and hurried to lower the tailgate. Bruce was lying on his back staring up at the sky. “Are you ok Bruce?” Bruce remained perfectly still. Keith glanced at his red, swollen hands. He had large red welts on his neck and he assumed also bruises on his back. “Bruce?” Keith asked again. “Leave me alone.” Bruce said in a low voice. Keith didn’t know what to do. He stood looking at Bruce’s once massive and overly-confident body that suddenly seemed smaller and somehow frail. He wiped tears from his eyes and went inside the house. An hour later, as the sun began to set, Keith looked out of the kitchen window and saw that Bruce was no longer in the back of the truck. Keith searched the barns and most of the fields but there was no sign of Bruce. Keith couldn’t sleep, between waiting for Bruce and reliving the chaos Doug had caused, he never even made it to bed. When the sun started to rise over the hills, Bruce was still nowhere to be found. On Monday, Will asked Keith where Bruce was, it was strange to not see him waddling into the barn at dawn to begin working out. Without giving him all the details, Keith explained the encounter with Doug and Grant. Will was shocked to learn someone had humiliated Bruce. By this point, Bruce had been gone for almost three days. “I’m sure he’ll be back Keith.” Will said, failing to convince Keith, who looked worried. “I’ll get a new shipment of feed from another supplier right away.” “Thanks Will.” Keith said as he made his way into the barn but without his typical determination. Will never expected to become obsessed with Bruce and Keith’s growing bodies but that’s exactly what had happened. Prior to taking this job, Will was happy with how he looked. At 54, he had spent most of his life doing manual farm labour that kept him in great shape. It wasn’t until he was surrounded my huge, pumped muscle that he started to train his own body harder. At 230lbs he knew he looked great for his age. Even some of the younger farm hands would stare at him when he worked in just a tight t-shirt. Now, confronted by the thought that someone could make Bruce leave was not a possibility Will was going to accept. Part of him also needed to see what type of monster could overpower someone like Bruce. These were the thoughts running through Will’s head as he drove through town to run some errands for the farm. As he drove by the feed store where Grant worked, he made the sudden decision to pull over and head inside. The main store was empty but as Will was about to leave, he heard noises coming from the back of the building. He exited the front door and walked around the store to the large warehouse in the back. The large loading door was open but it was dark inside. As Will approached slowly, he heard voices. “Let me adjust these. When I stepped outside and saw how big Bruce looked, I was worried. There that feel ok?” “MMMMM. Good. I wanted to believe you when you first described him to me but I wasn’t prepared for how big he was. Little more.” “Well, that didn’t last long. You had him beat from the beginning. Fuck, just thinking about it now is getting me hard.” “Me too. Part of me is disappointed it didn’t last longer but he was no match for me. I said more!” Will crawled along the ground underneath the loading dock so Grant and Doug couldn’t see him. When he reached the other side, he slowly raised himself up, finally getting a good look inside. At first glance, it appeared to be a typical warehouse. Huge pallets of feed, soil and farm equipment filled most of the space. His eyes focused on two figures in the back corner. Grant was standing in front of Doug. Will marvelled at Grant’s incredibly massive back. Doug was standing, facing Grant. His shoulders were so obscenely wide, they spread far wider than Grant in both directions. Grant was fiddling with something near Doug then stepped to the side, giving Will his first view of Doug. He immediately placed both hands over his mouth to stifle a scream. Doug looked like a mutated alien from a science fiction movie. There was a single spotlight shining down on his monstrous form, casting dark shadows all over his outrageous mass. Attached to his tree trunk-thick forearm was a tube that lead to large, high-tech looking machine. A light blue substance was being pumped through the tube into Doug’s body. “Mmmmmm, that’s what I need. I can feel it now.” Doug said as his eyes rolled back into his head. “Doug, don’t over do it.” “There is no such thing as over doing it. FUCK THIS FEELS GOOD!” Will watched in terror as Doug gritted his teeth as his whole body started to shake. Thick, blue, pulsing veins crept to the surface of his thin skin which was turning bright red. Sweat began to bead all over his body. Grant looked concerned. “Doug?” “NO. I need more! I need to get bigger. I n-n-n-need to d-d-d-double m-m-my s-s-s-size! AAAARRRGGGG this burns!” Doug screamed in pain or pleasure, it was hard to tell which. Grant paced around the loading dock, checking his watch and the dials of the strange machine. A few minutes later, Doug let out a loud, slow moan as his knees buckled and he fell to the ground. Grant rushed over to him but he held out his huge arm. “One more minute!” He mumbled. “Doug! It’s too much!” Grant pleaded. “NO! I NEED MORE. I NEED TO GGGRRRROOOOWWW-ARRRGGGHHHH!” Doug bellowed as his whole body started to spasm on the floor. Grant looked terrified and reached for the machine and shut it off. The blue liquid stopped flowing and Doug lay still. Will knew he should get as far away from here as fast as possible but he was unable to look away. Like a patient being defibrillated, Doug’s body suddenly lurched awake. Grant let out a sigh of relief. “Do you need help inside? You should rest.” “Rest? Are you not listening, I NEED TO GROW?” Doug said placing his huge arms on the ground and slowly pressing his massive body up to a kneeling position. He ripped the tube free and massaged his forearm. Refusing Grant’s help, he managed to stand up. Will had seen Bruce pumped to his maximum many times but Doug had reached an entirely different level. Each muscle on his body pulsed like he was flexing each one individually. He scanned the room like a predator searching for prey until his eyes landing on a huge pallet of topsoil wrapped in cellophane. He stumbled slightly as he started to move but quickly steadied himself. He stood facing the pallet that must have weighted well over 3000lbs. The look of pure determination on his face was downright frightening. He drew one hand back and slammed it into the bags of soil, causing black dirt to explode all around him. He repeated the same movement with his other hand so each arm was embedded deeply into the pile of soil bags. His arm several feet apart. “DOUG!” Grant screamed as he began to comprehend what Doug was about to do. Doug twisted his body to the side and planted his feet. With a low, primal growl, he started to tip the pallet towards his body. The massive weight slammed into his bloated shoulder but he didn’t move a millimetre. With the load of dirt leaning on his shoulder, Doug bent down as he pulled the pallet closer. “UUUURRRRRGGGGGG” He screamed as the pallet left the ground and was dragged across his impossibly wide back. Doug took a few deep breaths and started to rise. His quads exploded in every direction as they shook to maintain balance under the incredibly massive weight. Doug’s head was being pressed down into his monstrous pecs, that must have been chocking him. Suddenly, the whole pallet started to shake and rise as Doug started to extend his unworldly powerful arms and shoulders. He raised his head and his once gorgeous face was contorted by the inhuman feat of strength he was performing. Even spread wide and his arms fully extended, his biceps were so big, they pressed against either side of his head. “BBBBBBIIIIIIGGGGGEEEEEEERRRRR!” Doug screamed as he started to lower his body into a squatting position. His already mammoth quads responded by tripling in size with the thickest veins imaginable spewing in every direction. With his mighty glutes just inches from the ground, Doug started to rise again, managing to keep the pallet completely under his control. When he reached the top off the squat, his quad muscles were so bloated, they pressed together from crotch to knee but Doug wasn’t finished. He started to bend his arms so the pallet rested on his traps and shoulders again before pressing it back up. He let out an agonizing scream as he managed four reps before summoning one last surge of power, bending his arms and launching the pallet so it came crashing down a few feet in front of him. Bags of soil exploded, covering the whole warehouse with a black cloud. “THAT FELT FUCKING INCREDIBLE!” Doug said as he savagely punched his overly pumped quads. “I’m going reach 500lbs in no time. FUCK, I wish I had decided to become a freak YEARS AGO!” Will’s entire body was shaking. He had never witnessed something so intense. He crawled on his hands and knees as quickly as he could. Once clear of the loading dock door, he stood and started to run. As he did, he heard Doug scream, “I NEED TO LIFT MORE!” Keith was going through his workout but his intensity and concentration was not what it normally was, he was worried about Bruce. As he racked the bench he heard a vehicle pull up outside. Seconds later, Will burst through the door. He was white as a ghost and looked ready to faint. “Will! Is it Bruce?” “N-N-No Keith, it’s something else, something…” “Will, what happened?” Keith said, rushing over to Will and guiding him to a nearby bench while handing him a bottle of water. After a few minutes, Will started to tell Keith what he had seen. By the end, Keith too was white as ghost, his heart pounding in his chest. “My god!” Was all Keith could say when Will had finished. “What if Doug and Grant decide to do more than poison bulls? Can they be stopped?” “Yes. By me.” “BRUCE!” Keith yelled and spun around to see Bruce standing at the barn door. “Leave us along Will. Keith and I have work to do.” Bruce said with a tone that Will knew meant, scramble out of the barn as fast as he could.

Chapter 2 Keith had been in a daze since meeting Bruce. When he wasn’t limping around the farm or nursing a new bruise inflicted accidentally by the mountain that was Bruce, he was in constant awe of the massive man; he couldn’t get enough. He stepped onto the front porch just as the morning sun was breaking over the far field. It was easily to see Bruce’s silhouette a few hundred feet away, he literally eclipsed the sun. Keith watched in disbelief as Bruce tossed an old tractor tire like a frisbee across the field, his loud grunts echoed across the empty acres. Keith knew Bruce would be out there for a while, punishing his body to complete exhaustion. Keith tore himself away and sauntered towards the barn. Keith racked the bar and stumbled out of the squat rack. Before Bruce, squatting 405lbs for 10 reps would have caused Keith’s cock to explode with pride. Now, he didn’t rest for a second before adding another 45lb plate to either side and hoisted the bar off the rack. The 495lbs felt good on his back and shoulders and Keith closed his eyes, relishing the burning pump in his quads. He was growling like an animal as he completed the 12 rep before slamming the bar back on the rack and collapsing on the floor. After a minute of rest, he pulled himself up, catching a glimpse of himself in the mirror. He couldn’t help but crack a smile. He realized that there wasn’t a significant change in his body in only a few days but he could feel his body swelling. Squaring his shoulders and flaring his lats, he admired his 6’1” frame. He weighed the same 260lbs he had for the last few months but he could see a shift in the way his muscles looked. He was slightly leaner and the lines of his muscles bulged differently. He pulled up his shorts and let out a moan of pain as he tried to flex his pump-filled quad. Always his best body part on account of the punishment they experienced on the farm, Keith could see new definition and muscle separation. He felt his cock start to harden, urging him to push more heavy weight. An hour later, covered in a sheen of sweat, he stepped out of the barn, the cool morning breeze causing steam to billow off his warm flesh. He glanced towards the field but could not see Bruce so he headed towards the house. He stepped inside to sounds coming from the kitchen. He walked in to see two incredible sights, the massive body of Bruce completely naked and half a dozen plates laden with eggs, sausage, potatoes and toast. “Wow!” Bruce looked up, his mouth full of food. “You better hurry before I eat it all.” Keith dove in, shovelling food into his mouth out of hunger and knowing Bruce was not kidding, if you waited, you went without. “Good workout?” Bruce asked. “Yup. Legs.” “Good. By the way, I need a new tire. I ripped that old one in half.” Bruce said, pushing an empty plate aside and reaching for another. “How?” Bruce didn’t stop chewing but raised his arms into a double bicep pose, his 40” arms solidified into ragged peaks of muscle that looked like they were forged from molten metal. Keith starred for a moment before scooping up more eggs. “Right, with those.” He said with a smile. The two men continued to eat in silence until the food was entirely gone. Keith began to clean up as Bruce waddled towards the bathroom to shower. Keith nearly dropped a stack of plates as he watched Bruce’s striated, undulating glutes flex and twitch with each step. It was all he could do not to run after Bruce and bury his face between those mighty globes of muscle. He was wiping down the counter when he heard the vehicle drive up near the house. Stepping outside, his heart started to pound in his chest. “Grant! What are you doing here?” Keith said stepping off the porch. “Relax little man, I’m not here to cause trouble, I’m just the lucky one that got your delivery from the feed store today.” Grant wasn’t wrong using the term little compared to Keith. It had been two months since Keith’s ex, Doug climbed into Grant’s truck and drove away from Keith and their farm. Grant was a massive bull of a man then and looking at him now, Keith could see he had continued to grow even bigger. The same height as Keith, Grant looked like he weighed well over 300lbs, his ample mass unable to be hidden under his baggy flannel shirt. Keith felt anger rising up mixed with pain. Keith thought he and Doug had something special. Together, they worked the farm, turning it into a success business. Keith knew Doug had a thing for muscle and Keith was never what he considered to be inadequate in the size department but then Grant came around. It started off innocent enough, Doug making comments after Grant would drop off a delivery about how jacked he was, things like that. Soon, Doug began to probe Keith about why he didn’t workout harder or gain more size. Keith never really thought Doug was being serious but over time, the comments started to take their toll. Keith is still haunted by the day he came back to the farm early to see a shirtless Grant being worshipped by Doug. In an instant, Keith’s whole world fell apart. If that wasn’t enough, when both Doug and Grant saw Keith, they didn’t stop, instead, they seemed to delight in humiliating him. Doug was no slouch in the muscle department and seeing the two big, muscular men admiring each other without any regard for Keith’s feeling was the final straw. Keith screamed at Doug to get the fuck out. Doug didn’t protest, in fact, he seems all too content to grab his things and climb into Grant’s truck. All of these emotions came flooding back as Keith stared at Grant and the cocky grin on his face. “Farm looks ok, must be awful running it all alone.” Grant said, opening the tailgate of his pickup truck. He easily lifted two large bags of animal feed off the back as if to showoff his strength. Keith approached and reached for a stack of four bags. With a small grunt he lifted them off the back of the truck before turning towards Grant, noticing the larger man’s eyes widen. Not wanting to loose face, Grant dropped the two bags by the barn and returned to the truck. He too pulled four bags off the truck but with what appeared to be more effort than Keith. Keith responded by arranging six bags, each weighing 50lbs and with visible effort, lifted them off the truck. The 300lb load was cradled in his arms, causing his tight, round biceps to stretch the sleeves of his sweat-soaked t-shirt. Grant turned to see Keith easily manage the heavy bags and his face started to get red with rage. “Nice trick but don’t hurt yourself Keith, then who will shovel the animal shit.” Grant laughed. Keith stared into Grant’s eyes and started to lift the six bags higher. He had to move slow so the stacked pile of bags didn’t topple. He thought he heard Grant let out a gasp as the bags cleared his face. His arms trembled but Keith managed to press the 300 pile over his head. “I think I got it under control.” Keith said as he walked the bags to the barn and dropped them near the others. “Fun little trick Keith. Too bad Doug was looking for something more.” Grant said as he opened his shirt and peeling it off. Now shirtless, his massive upper body was hard to ignore. While he carried some body fat, his round shoulders, thick pecs and lats made him look very intimidating. He started to bounce his pecs as he continued. “You see, Doug was looking for a real man. A man with muscles so fucking huge he could worship them for days.” “Shut the fuck up Grant.” “The truth too hard to hear? I know you can see all the additional mass I’ve gained since Doug and I’ve gotten together. He can’t get enough. Every pound I gain makes him that much more horned up. Hell, you should see him now, he’s packing on some weight too. Soon, we’ll be the biggest sexy meatheads around.” Keith swung his balled up right hand into the side of Grant’s truck, causing a loud bang and leaving a deep dent. “I SAID SHUT UP!” “You shouldn’t have done that little man.” Grant said as he stalked towards Keith. He reached out and clamped his big hands around Keith’s neck. With a menacing growl, he started to apply tremendous pressure. Keith was taken back by Grant’s powerful grip. Grant squeezed tighter and started to lift Keith up so he was standing on his tiptoes. “You think Doug will care if I snapped your puny neck? I don’t.” Keith clawed at Grant’s hard, thick forearms but he couldn’t break free. “I CARE!” A booming voice yelled. Grant turned to see Bruce step onto the porch. He was only wearing shorts, his skin still wet from the shower. Grant emitted strange noise before releasing Keith who stumbled back, gasping for air. “W-w-what t-t-the-” Grant said as his words trailed off, unable to comprehend what he was seeing. Bruce stepped slowly from the porch, causing the floor boards to creak as he moved. “I don’t take kindly to people hurting Keith.” Bruce said as he moved towards Grant’s truck coming to a stop at the front. “I think you should leave before I get any more pissed off.” Bruce said as he bent down and grabbed the front bumper of the truck. “What are you-“ Grant stammered. Bruce never broke eye contact with Grant as he started to stand up. The metal of the truck screeched and moaned but offered no resistance against Bruce’s power. Like he was lifting a barbell off the rack, Bruce curled the front of the truck with ease. When it was chest height he casually shifted his grip and started to press the truck. At forty five degrees, the bags of feed tumbled from the back of the truck onto the ground. Bruce straightened his arms, raising the front of the truck even higher. He held it there for a few moments, showing both Grant and Keith how easy it was until suddenly, taking a step back he let the truck come crashing back down. It bounced a foot off the ground before coming to a rest. “Your delivery is done.” Bruce said, slowly moving towards Grant and Keith, his display of power clearly evident from the pulsing mass of his shoulders and arms. “TIME TO GO!” Bruce bellowed. Grant’s feet spun on the ground like a cat trying to get a grip on a hardwood floor. He nearly tripped over himself as he sprinted to the truck. As the engine came to life the tires spun up a cloud of dirt. He looked in his rearview mirror as he sped away, seeing Bruce and Keith kissing passionately. Bruce turned to head back inside but Keith stopped him. “Thanks Bruce, that was amazing.” He said, gripping mounds of Bruce’s enormous pecs, marvelling at how dense they felt. Bruce pushed Keith back and tucked his balled up fists into his tight, granite-carved obliques. He squared his shoulders, causing his thick, vein-covered traps to swell on either side of his head. As his lats started to spread, Keith let out a moan. Wider and wider the slabs of Bruce’s monumental back spread, each snaked with thick, pulsing veins. His blood-engorged arms rose on either side of his body, forcing his hands to become separated from his waist, he was too wide to hold a proper front lat spread. Bruce widened his stance and flexed his massive, 58” quads, each one larger than most professional bodybuilder’s entire body. Keith was unable to control himself and dove towards the giant pillars of muscle. He traced the deep muscle separations and gripped as much mass as he could. Bruce reached down and roughly hoisted Keith off the ground by just his shoulders. As Keith’s legs wrapped around Bruce’s waist his hands tried and failed to grasp both of Bruce’s shoulders. “I need you to fuck me right here in the driveway.” Keith whispered into Bruce’s ear. Bruce easily adjusted Keith’s 260lb body and guided his ass onto his raging cock. Bruce moaned and Keith howled with pleasure. Bruce didn’t have to hold Keith in place, his massive cock did all the work, helped by the fact that Keith clung to the massive slabs of muscle surrounding him. “That feels so good.” Bruce growled. “I feel like I could pierce a brick wall with my cock.” Keith was instantly driven close to orgasm. Sensing as much, Bruce willed every muscle to flex in one titanic pose. Waves of rock-hard muscle swelled and grew before Keith’s astounded face as Bruce felt his incredible power grow in direct proportion. Keith’s body started to convulse at the exact same time Bruce started to empty a massive load. Both men screamed with pleasure as they came in unison. Keith collapsed into Bruce’s pecs which engulfed his entire head. Bruce wrapped his arms around Keith, consciously aware that in his amped up state, he could easily have crushed the much smaller man with ease. They remained like that for a few moments. “Now I need another shower.” Bruce said as he carried Keith with him into the house. “Also, who was that guy and what was that all about?”

The Arm Bulging veins. That is all I am concentrating right now. That is all my eyes can see at this moment. They are as big as a hose and run through a mount of huge muscle meat, otherwise known as my massive biceps. The veins go up and down as how rivers flow in different paths, covering my arms and forearms... Hell, they even cover my massive delts. I am not even flexing and if you could see this arm from my perspective, you would think it belongs to Mr. Olympia. That is of course, before I flex... Cause when I do, I outclass every bodybuilder on this planet, making them all seem so small compared to me... So skinny compared to what a true Muscle God should be. At the end of my arm, my hand also filled with veins and muscle is being grabbed by two smaller hands. I believe someone is trying to move my arm at least a bit. Of course it doesn't move. My muscle doesn't flinch a tiny bit. I feel nothing, I believe a fly could make me feel more pressure than this two hands. I move my eyes and see a man who could be considered as a muscular bodybuilder sweating, exerting all his strength from both big arms into my hand. His muscles are pumped and to normal standards he could probably inflict some damage with those big guns. But not to me. I believe his flexed biceps might be 18 inches in diameter, maybe 19. Covered in veins, with little fat, maybe he could curl more than 40kgs in each arm for reps. But compared to my 27 inch biceps, not even flexed, he must be feeling like a little child. I am not taller than him though, just much more massive in all muscle groups, my size is legendary by now. He keeps trying. He puts all his efforts in this. His whole body is pumping more and more strength, but it is useless. I hear a ripping sound. His muscles are so pumped that his pecs and lats have totally destroyed his tanktop, growing and flexing as he still believes he has a chance against my one unflexed arm. He does not. I see him again. His whole body pumped, about to explode in muscle strength, his sweat making him look like a statue come to life. Inside myself I think he might have had a chance if he didn't want to challenge someone like me. I might have even wanted to train him and make him bigger. But his cockiness and ego made him think he could win a battle of muscle strength. Not even his whole body is near to making me flinch, not even near to making me flex my mountainous arm. He is starting to get tired, I get to see desperation in his face, he knows he shouldn't have been doing this, and he knows he will not escape this time. He knows he made a mistake. Many use the term "Muscle God" but few really are allowed to be one. I am the one who decides who can use it. He cannot. His flexing stops. He starts panting, he apologizes for even trying, he knows what is coming next. I take a deep breath and give him a smile. He tries to put his hands away from mine. I don't allow it. He tries with all his might to make me let go, but he started this, I am only finishing it. I give my forearm a little flex. Cracking sounds end the quiet in the room, screams go loud after the cracks. His hands no longer exist. Bones and flesh disappear inside my hand. So easy. I grab his ankle and lift him, just to have his muscular quad near my body. I inspect his massive leg while he screams, but I don't listen to him. I am so concentrated in the difference between our power and muscle size. He tries to flex his quads so he can try and escape, nothing happens. I put my free arm next to his leg and decide to flex it. Finally, I can go full muscle size, full strength. My biceps become larger and larger. I put his contest winning legs next to my fully flexed arm. Mountains, that's what my guns look like now. 32 inches in full size, covered with massive hose sized veins. His quads are 30 inches, big, but not enough. My arm is as big as a fit man's waist. I decide to test my strength and put his leg between my forearm and biceps. Due to the size of both of us, it is quite difficult to accomodate, so I solve this. I flex even harder, making his steel hard leg muscles seem like jelly to me, compressing between my arm until his bone also cracks... I keep flexing and like if I was using scissors, what remains of his crushed leg falls down to the floor. Just no comparison between us. And I was just using one arm, just flexing it. I lift him in front of me now, he keeps screaming in pain, no hands and no leg... His priced and massive leg, destroyed by a superior being with no effort at all. I flex my free arm again before his face. Even in pain and in tears, he reaches with his tongue to feel how my mountainous steel hard biceps taste. I put him even nearer my arm, slowly but steady, and he keeps crying and licking, so much muscle in front of him, he just cannot believe this is true. Then, he starts feeling the pressure... Putting his head between my hand and my flexed arm is like being compressed between two mounts of rock. He knows what is going to happen now. He knows this is the end. His skull crushes into tiny bits against the biggest and strongest biceps the Earth has ever seen, and his body falls to the floor, lifeless. I flex into a most muscular pose, my tanktop exploding from my massive body, unable to contain what pure muscle should look like, what a bodybuilder should really look like. Never ever mess with a Muscle God.

Chapter 4: Dad's First Growth Explosion 5 weeks had passed since Sebastian and John decided to start working out together and John was beginning to get worried that his father might catch on to what he had been doing. He was sure his father would start to question how he had managed to amass a good amount of muscle within 5 weeks. So he decided, even though it pained him greatly he would cut off his dads gains by suppressing his powers. Later during one of their early morning workout sessions John commented on his fathers physique curious if his dad was aware of his freaky gains at all. "Hey dad you sure are putting in the work, it feels like your body has already improved in such little time." Sebastian responds "What can I say sport guess my body just remembers what its like to grow." Soaking in the appreciation from Johns compliment he gave his arm a flex, feeling his shirt sleeve grow tighter than usual, almost as if flexing just a bit harder would start ripping the seam. "Hows about we go ahead and record our progress so far John, I've been dying to see your own impressive progress" A bashful John complied as you both walked over to the scale to measure your weights. As John stepped on the scale it read 155 lbs. "Damn son looks like Daniel wasn't the only one who got the good genes, you've already packed on 5 pounds in five weeks. Come on give your old man a flex" "Oh come on dad your gonna make me blush." Raising his arms he flexed as hard as he could, a small bump forming on his arms. His father jested in good fun "Damn before you know it your going to even make your brother look a wimp compared to you." Upon hearing this comment John felt a switch flip in him as the thought never occurred to him that he could quite possibly out grow his brother one day, only problem was his own powers getting in the way of that. "Alright alright thanks, but it's your turn dad." Next his father stepped on the scale and the number sent chills down Johns spine as they both saw that he weighed 180 pounds having gained over 15 pounds of muscle. His 5'6 frame was looking fuller now. Stepping off the scale Sebastian felt proud of the work he'd put in even though he knew John had been helping him this whole time, but it wasn't like he'd never put the work in before since at one time in his life he was even bigger than his current weight. "Guess I really am growing like a weed aren't I huh sport." Hearing the word grow coming from his fathers mouth was starting to get to John as he could feel his powers trying to take hold, he reluctantly forced his body to stop in order to keep his dad from catching on. "That's great dad, Daniels got his work cut out for him at this rate, pretty soon you'll be the man of the house again" "You know it son, your brother has got a BIG surprise waiting for him when he gets home next week and it's only getting BIGGER" Sebastian flexes a most muscular pose and a rip forms down the middle back of his shirt. A smile forms on Sebastian's face seeing the look on Johns face the moment he heard the rip happen. "Oh shit, guess I'll have to go shopping for new clothes if I'm gonna keep up all this progress." "Here now that we've taken our weights measure my guns next." John immediately grabs the measuring tape excited to see the just how big his dads biceps had gotten. Still trying his hardest to suppress his power he wraps his hands around his fathers more impressive bicep. "17 inches dad woah your just about as big as Daniel." "Thanks sport, but I don't plan on just getting as big as your brother though." Sebastian could feel himself getting cockier as it felt like John was borderline worshiping his own fathers body ecstatic to take his own measurements. "Hows about my chest next." John got in front of his father getting close enough to be completely wrapped in his fathers fresh workout scent. It was getting to John as his hands made ample contact with his fathers chest as he wrapped the measuring tape around them. Sebastian felt his chest tingle in response to Johns touch, it felt like his chest would burst free from the tape at any second. But John finished before that could happen proclaming his father had a 42 inch chest. It was quite an arousing moment for Sebastian since before he knew it he was chubbing up in his shorts. Catching it in his vision John could see the tent forming in his fathers pants, and it was looking bigger than usual...was his dad growing down there too? "Uhhhh dad, you think you might want to take care of that?" looking down Sebastian sheepishly flashes a toothy grin at John and pats him on the shoulder. "He he sorry about that sport just get a little excited with all this progress I'm making, if you'll excuse me I gotta take care of this before heading out to work." John unsure of how to react after seeing his father get hard in front of his at the thought of his growing body. "Alright dad see you later then, have a good day at work." As they parted ways John rushed to his room closing his door and began furiously jerking off replaying the scene of his father ripping his shirt. It felt like every cell in his body was telling him to release himself to his powers but he still held off as he tried venting his lust. Over and over he kept imagining his father burst out of his clothes in different ways all ending with his fathers cock being exposed slowly inching towards his face as he knelled down ready to serve his fathers needs. Finally achieving his release he knocked out exhausted from fighting against his powers and the workout he had just finished. As he slumbered off he was unaware that his subconscious was ready to take full control of those powers while he slept. Meanwhile as Sebastian got in his car to drive off to work he wonders how far he had pushed his son this time when he almost ripped out his clothes today. But according to the buzz that he had been feeling the whole time he was getting ready for work he think he already knew the answer. Getting to a red light he takes a moment to sit back and relax feeling the snugness of his bigger frame filling his work clothes. Sebastian talks to himself while he drives "Whoops guess I may have pushed him a little far today with that stunt, can't help it though my libido has skyrocketed since Johns been growing me." Clearly still feeling horny even after relieving himself before work he rubs his tight bulge in his works pants. As he continues waiting at the red light he notices that the buzz wasn't going away even though it usually got weaker the further he drove from the house. Panic began setting in as the constriction from his clothing was starting to get uncomfortable. "Shit I'm gonna bust of these clothes any minute I gotta get back home." His eyes glued themselves to the red light waiting in anticipation for it to change he could feel the warmth building in his chest Unsure of what to do in this situation he tried compressing the feeling not letting it take hold of him, it seemed to be working as the growth he was experiencing had seemed to taper off a bit but he could still feel the pressure building up. It felt as if he had shut the valve on his impending growth but it was still coming full force ready to blow the lid right off. It was agonizing not giving himself to the power he so desperately craved but he held onto his sheer will power as the red light seemed like it would never change. Slowly his breath heaved as the button on his suit started pulling apart ready to pop off. Even though his radio was on all he could hear was silence continuing to stay focused on the red light. As his chest grew even more uncomfortable the light finally flashed green and the front of his suit split right open as the button holding it closed hit the windshield. Immediately he hit the gas and drove at the max speed limit he could hoping he could make home in time before he burst clean out of all his clothing. Finally making it to his drive way he stumbled out of his car, his mind racing as the collar of his shirt was beginning to constrict his neck. With each heave of his chest a button on his work shirt under his suit was popping right off exposing his lightly haired barrel chest. Audible rips begin to fill the air with the simplest movement of his arms looking for his keys. Reaching into his pocket he pulls out his keys but in his rush drops them to the floor. Bending over he picks up his keys as his muscular ass rips his pants right down the middle. Finally turning the knob on the door he breathes a sign of relief as he stops fighting the influence of Johns power once the door is shut behind him. Dropping his suitcase down on the floor, his massive member rips right out of the zipper on his pants now easily over 9 inches. One by one different articles of clothing begin ripping as every part of him was growing with dense muscle. Sebastian wanted nothing more than to jack off right there at the entrance to his house but he knew John could be alerted by any sound he made so he beelines it for Daniels bathroom up the stairs since it was the closest. Just as he was approaching Daniels bathroom he passes Johns room and was curious as to how he was growing him this much after having a dry spell for the past week. Peeking into his room he saw John knocked out after their workout with a tent in his sheets. Sebastian could see the look of pure ecstasy on Johns face as he happily dreams. Just as he was about to pull away ready take care of his own raging problem he sees a wet spot form on Johns sheets as he loudly whimpers his fathers name. Before he was allowed to process finding out he was the subject of his sons wet dream, Johns climax surged his growth even further. Panic set back in for Sebastian, running to the bathroom he shut himself turning on the shower and catching his own reflection. Standing there he was amazed at just how huge his body looked and yet he also looked like a sculpted work of art, it was as if there wasn't an ounce of fat on his body. During his admiration of himself he absentmindedly continued to jerk off as he flexed using his free arm to feel up his sweaty muscles. Another surge of growth set in as he visibly began jutting outwards in many directions. Any remaining clothes simply fell off no longer having any way of hoping to contain all his mass. His chest heaved stirating as they flexed, his nipples also growing in size as they were being pushed down by the sheer mass behind them. Each individual ab was as big as a brink as they shimmered with his sweat. Drawing his attention back to his arms he started flexing them, feeling them bulge with mass as the head of his biceps further split while his Triceps swelled below, fighting with his expanding rib cage for space forming a deep cavernous armpit. Sebastian got a deep whiff of his pits and was completely turned on by his own alpha smell. His lower halve then followed suit as he braced himself on the counter. His feet firmly planted on the ground were getting uncomfortably tight in their shoes as the seems began popping one by one. His toes peeked out ripping right through his socks in the process. He felt his calves burn as they balled up into a hard diamond, even when they were relaxed they looked as if they were rock hard. Next were his Thighs which were filling at an alarming rate, Sebastian could feel them pressing against one another as they involuntarily flexed showing freaky amounts of striations and veins as they did so. Lastly his glutes were next as his ass ballooned with hard muscle completely ripping free from his "short-cut" jeans and underwear leaving him completely nude. Taking in his new size he was pleased that he completely eclipsed the size of his cocky douche of a son Daniel, but he needed to know by how much. Pulling out his digital scale he struggles to find his footing on the device with even the display being covered by his enormous feet. A grin forms on his face as he steps of it to see the number when he sees that the scale had surpassed its weight limit of 300 lbs. Immediately filled with a sense of accomplishment and further lust for growth he took his member in his hand and picked up where he left off. He could feel his own dick impulsively throb in his hand forcing his grip on it to widen with each one. Eying the ruler he kept on the counter every night, he slammed his fat cock down on the cold marble counter on the ruler. Before trying to reading his measurement his was astounded at the width of his meat as it completely cover the ruler. Flexing his cock it bobbed up and down allowing him to nudge it to the side to actually see. Finally aligning himself he once again splattered on the counter as the ruler read 10 inches. As he kept starting more cum leaked out his cock as he saw he wasn't even done yet bit by bit his cock slowly pushed further up the ruler. Proving to be to much Sebastian decided he needed release and NOW, so he opened his cabinet and brought out his flesh light that had been tailor made to fit his once 5 inch cock, but was now struggling to keep its form as it took in his 11 inch monster. Ravenously thrusting into it over the next few minutes cum began flooding out of it as he blew his massive load inside. Catching his breathe he started regaining his composure as he pulled out his dick covered in his own cum. He continued staring at his own reflection flexing for many minuets until the feeling of Johns power had faded and his mind cleared. Breaking his gaze from his bulging muscles he looked down at his sink now full of a puddle of just his cum. As he continued to get his bearing with his new form, he felt something was off everything looked different. Looking around he saw something that caught his eye. Approaching the bathroom door he saw height markings that John and Daniel made growing up. Only this time he was looking down at them grabbing the nearest pen he marked his height and saw his new stature left him standing at 6'8. Like clockwork his still plump dick revived as he would go onto knock himself out from his final orgasm from the effects of Johns power. Waking up hours later he thanked the gods that his son had not thought to use his bathroom while he was supposed to be away. As he picked himself up from the stick mess he had made on the floor he caught his reflection in the mirror and was filled with disappointment. Before him was the man he always recognized when compared to the muscle icon he had always wanted to become. But upon close inspection he noticed that might not have been the case. Feeling himself up he felt the density and vascularity of his muscles had increased and he certainly seemed fuller than when he first woke up this morning then coming to the conclusion that Johns growth when used in large quantities wasn't permanent compared to the gradual growth he'd experienced before he was cut off. It seemed that John stopping himself from growing Sebastian backfired and he blew you up bigger than he ever.... well dreamed of. Sebastian chuckled to himself realizing this was probably why he hadn't seen Daniel keep any of that explosive growth for long. Wanting to check one more thing he realigned himself with the door frame, and took his marking again. Filled with pride he wrote down 5'8 feet next to it. Then noticing the fresher 6'1 marking that Daniel had made a few weeks prior the day he left for college. Sebastian could feel his alpha instincts kicking in as he took great pleasure in realizing that he had grown 2 inches from his real first growth explosion than compared to 1 inch Daniel had gained. Hell he didn't even consider this to be his first time since he didn't interact with John at all to get this amount of growth.

Day 20: This monster in my pants is weighing me down! I feel the huge fucking thing bumping against my thick thighs with every step I take. It’s kind of annoying, but it sure turns me on. I went back to the gym today in nothing but my briefs, hoping maybe the obscenely bulging package that I shoved in their faces would convince their mouths to water. My sheer height did get a few stares, since I now stood at 7 foot 2. I was taller than at least 80% of the guys there, but there were still three to four bodybuilders who loomed above me. One guy was even ducking around the place, his head bent down under the relatively high ceilings. He must have been at least... 8 feet?! He was a giant! His muscles matched his height; he was an orgy of muscular flesh that seemed to flex with every step. And his cock... well, that was a full-course meal for the eyes! It was wrist-thick and on full display as it drooped out of the leg of his shorts, falling to at least a foot, FLACCID. This guy must have had some enhancements in that department for sure. As I ogled the monstrosity of this beast, I felt the masculine confidence to grow even bigger than that god that stood before me. This was only the beginning.