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Sam decided to take some time off, so he could fly down and join Kurt at spring training. But first he drove out to the barn to see if Hank was behaving. He found the jacked-up troublemaker out back, using a tireless tractor for military presses. As Sam approached him, he heard Hank grunting as he counted out reps. “Thirty-eight, thirty-nine, forty…” huffed Hank, then he set the tractor down with a thud. He wiped his hands across his bare chest, streaking his pecs with tractor grime. “Hey, Sam,” he said, as the swear pouring down his broad chest turned rust colored. Sam wondered how much that tractor weighed. Maybe it had had the engine removed? But even still, it was a tractor, and Hank was lifting it like an empty Olympic bar. Since his bodybuilding contest, Sam had put on another thirty pounds of muscle, but even at a solid 320, he could tell that Hank was catching up fast, and was building strength even faster. “Where’s Joe?” he asked Hank. “I dunno. Sleeping, I guess.” Hank picked his old tee shirt off the tractor and used it to wipe the sweat from his face and torso. Then he wrung the tee in his powerful hands, and sweat poured out of the soaked shirt. “Dude, when’s the last time you took a shower? You are ripe as fuck.” Hank lifted his arm, and smelled his deep hairy pit. “Yeah, you ain’t wrong. Wanna whiff?” He raised his arm higher and aimed it towards Sam. “Hell no. Put your arm down, ya big goon, you’re making the birds gag,” said Sam in mock disgust, but both he and Hank knew that Sam was aching to bury his whole face in that muscle cavern and breath it in like a popper. Hank’s musk, no matter how rank, was so thick with alpha pheromones that it was a draw to almost any sentient being. Just then, Joe came walking out of the barn. His upper torso was wrapped in surgical gauze, and he was walking with a limp. His face had scratches all over it. “Jeezus, Joe, what happened to you?” Sam asked. Before he could answer, Hank said, “He fell out of a tree.” “You mean that tree that’s laying in the middle of the yard? The one that’s on the Arbor Society’s registry of majestic American trees?” “Yeah, that one,” said Hank, matter-of-factly. Sam noticed that Hank had scratches all over, too, they were just harder to see thru all his veins and striations. Hank bounced his pecs absentmindedly. “I’m fine,” said Joe. “Yeah, see, he’s fine,” added Hank, strumming his 8-pack. “Come on, Joe,” Sam said, putting his massive arm around Joe’s athletic shoulders and leading him back into the barn. He took him over to the horse stall that had the refrigerator in it. He opened it up, then handed Joe a bottle of herbal milk. “What’s this?” Joe asked. “Hank hasn’t been giving you any of this?” Sam asked. Joe shook his head no. Sam looked back at the fridge, confused. There were only a few bottles left. “Then where did all the stuff go?” “I been thirsty,” said Hank, leaning on the doorway nonchalantly. Despite being built to accommodate horses, the stall door was filled by Hank’s hulking frame. The shadowy light of the barn made him look like menacing presence. “You outta text Kurt and have him get more…a lot more.” “You text him. And while you’re at it, explain to him why we’re almost out. Meanwhile, here.” Sam reached into the fridge, pulled out a bottle and handed it to Hank. Then he took one for himself. “Here’s to the medicine man. Drink up.” The three of them drank from the bottles. “Make sure you get every drop, Joe, it’ll help you heal.” When they finished, Sam went up to Hank. “Let me talk to you for a sec.” “Ok,” said Hank, expecting a lecture. Instead, Sam took him aside and said, “If you haven’t been giving him the shakes, how’s he been growing so fast?” “Well, I sorta been giving it to him indirect like.” It only took a few seconds for Sam to figure it out. “You know, you’re not as dumb as you look.” “You fucking got that right,” said Hank. “Is it working?” asked Sam. “You tell me. Look at him.” They both looked over at Joe, who was busy rimming the lip of his empty bottle. He had grown to the point of looking like a lightweight bodybuilder, his shoulders broadening, his waist tightening, his legs thickening. His face more masculine. “Good to know,” said Sam. Then he noticed Hank looking at him like he was a snack. Hank’s deltoids and traps were swollen huge with tractor pump. His breathing was deep and strong. The air was thick with his musk. He rolled his powerful shoulders back, heaving out his thick pec shelf, and studied Sam hungrily. “What are you doing?” Sam asked. “Making your pussy twitch,” answered Hank as he spat some chew out of the side of his mouth. “I have a plane to catch,” said Sam suddenly. “Sure you don’t wanna stay and get driven to the edge of insanity?” Hank asked, giving Sam a sneering grin. Sam got a chill down his spine, but shook it off. As he headed toward the barn doors, he said, “Make sure you text Kurt. He’ll have the stuff overnighted. Share it with Joe this time.” “I’ll share it with him both ways. And when you get back, I’ll test it out on you, too,” Hank promised. When Sam got to his car, he had to sit for a minute to decompress. What had just happened, he wondered. As he drove to the airport, he got pulled over for driving distractedly. The young cop recognized him from TV, and said he really loved it when Sam flexed on air. “Like this?” Sam said, flexing his 22” arm out the window. When he saw the cop go wide-eyed, he said, “Go ahead and touch it.” “Whoa,” said the cop as his fingers felt the huge peak. “That’s way bigger than it looks on TV!” He let Sam go without a ticket or a warning. Sam thanked him and said they should workout together sometime. The rookie cop looked like he’d just gotten asked to the prom. As Sam drove off, he looked in the mirror and saw the officer staring after him, as if in a muscle trance. Sam knew the feeling.

~~NINETY-NINE~~ Mark smiled broadly as he slowly woke, his morning wood tenting the covers. He grasped his shaft, gently pulling the foreskin over the glans, savouring the arousing thrill shivering through his body. He feathered the figure eight muscle at the base of his cock, a glob of pre rolling up his urethra and gathering at the meatus. He nearly came as he clamped the muscle down, hard, holding the flex while continuing to stroke, and stretch his foreskin. He loved being mid-cycle, when hormone levels were at their supra-natural peak. Everything was magnified, amped up, and the sex… holy fuck, the sex. His drive was insatiable, every feeling intense. If he could, he’d spend every waking minute fucking but even he, as hot as he was, could not pick up fast enough. Not that it was an issue this morning. He had tried to contact HIM, just the thought of what HE had done to him, HIS ability, horning him up like crazy, but HE didn’t respond. He rolled over, his hard cock swelling even harder as it settled into the arse crack of his latest conquest. He reached around and cupped his hand gently under her ample breast. He used his index finger to gently circle the nipple, following around the edge of the areola and spiralling inward. She moaned gently, rousing from her sleep, as he reached the nipple, playfully tweaking and ever so gently feathering its tip. “Morning.” “MMMmmm, morning stud. You were amazing.” The compliment struck right at his dick, twitching as he continued to flex, the muscle almost vibrating as he held the flex just so. Another bead of pre worked its way through his shaft, rippling shivers of arousal following in its wake. Yes, he was bi, but preferred fucking men. It was a different sort of fucking, more urgent, primal. At the same time, you couldn’t really beat the feeling of a tight pussy, and who doesn’t like tits? Pecs are just tits in another form, right? His horny growl was low and deeply resonant. She squealed as he grabbed her waist, almost effortlessly lifting her, the muscles in his arms, shoulders and chest swelling and bulging with the effort, vascularity engorging. Turning onto his back, he slowly lowered her onto his rock hard shaft, growling louder as she tightened around him. *** Sweat poured from Diego’s brow, his body heaving as he sucked in breath. The respite in pain allowed him to sit up on his heels. He really was a stunning man, Jake thought, as he admired Diego’s hulking body, muscles rippling and flexing as he breathed deeply. If only he wasn’t such a sadistic prick. The irony of him complaining of sadism was lost on Jake, apparently. “Diego, be reasonable. There’s no way you can win. Miguel, well…” he gestured to Miguel who had long-since lost consciousness. On the surface, he didn’t really look any different, except his muscles had a density and hardness they didn’t have before. That and his eyes were sunken in their sockets, his skin splotchy and discoloured. “Miguel is about to pass on control of the Hermanos to you.” “Tell me what I need to know, and you’ll be free. You’ll be leader of the Hermanos, and I’ll amp you up even more.” Jake didn’t tell him about his plans for the Hermanos. That would come. Diego tried to speak, but could not unclench his jaw. Jake released it. “Fuck you, PUTO!” Diego spat. “You’ve condemned them all to die. I’m not telling you shit!” Jake shook his head slowly. “If you don’t tell me, I’ll find out anyway. My sperm are digging into your brain, invading neurones, rifling through your memory engrams. I’ll find what I’m looking for, eventually. Just remember I’ve never done this before, so if your brain ends up a little damaged…” he trailed off and smiled that crooked, evil smile that made sweat pop on Diego’s brow even more. It was true his sperm were invading Diego’s brain, but Jake didn’t think he could actually read his memories. Could he? He’d have to experiment, but it would be such a shame to vegetate such a stunning man if he screwed up. He’d have to find a less stunning subject to experiment on. “I’ve broken you before, Diego, and what a sweet, arousing feeling that was. I WILL do it again. They do say you always remember your first…” Diego growled and spat at Jake’s feet. “Never, puto! I will kill them all personally and then I will kill you!” Jake laughed, the sound manic, tinged with menace. “You really don’t get it, do you? It was over the moment I came. You’re MINE, Rodriguez. Mine to do with as I please. I can kill you with a mere thought and, yet, you still can’t get enough.” Diego’s rock hard dick, leaking pre, painting a sheen on his washboard stomach was a testament to that. Jake flexed his cock, the head bobbing and bouncing, a bead of pre building up at the tip and dripping down towards the ground in a long, thin tendril. Jake moaned and growled deeply, “I know you want to impale yourself on my cock, Diego, I can feel the longing, the NEED within you.” Diego’s eyes followed the beautiful cock, his mouth salivating as Jake spoke. He didn’t bother trying to deny it, he’d wanted Jake from the moment he set eyes on him, his infatuation only deepened by Jake’s hold over him. Jake sat on the edge of the couch, spreading his legs wide. His quads were covered in a road map of veins emanating from his groin and spreading out, branching in all directions. His orange-sized balls hung low over the edge, his cock turgid. Leaning back onto his elbows, he could barely see past the massive shelf formed by his pecs, his abs crunched and flexed, each cobble sitting up, the deep valleys between them waiting for a spray of cum and a tongue to lap up afterward. Diego groaned, rising up from his heels and crawling over to Jake. He burrowed his nose into Jake’s groin, breathing deeply of Jake’s musk, a powerful, heady scent that instantly sent buzzing arousal to Diego’s cock. Diego had resisted the stick, Jake thought, maybe the carrot would work. *** He continued fucking himself with her, enjoying the feeling of doing all the work, using his considerable strength and stamina. As he impaled himself with her, his muscles swelled and pumped with the effort, mirroring the feeling in his dick, enhancing his arousal and, no doubt, the forthcoming orgasm. For her part, she was certainly enjoying the ride. She was wet as soon as she’d laid eyes on him in the gym, the way his arse stuck out, the shelf formed by his pecs, and his arms – swoon – those arms! (His wheels were great too, but she didn’t pay too much attention to those… he wasn’t going to sweep her off her feet with his legs, and it was those strong, powerful arms that were going to hold her.) Last night, his dick hit all the right spots and, when he roughed her up a bit, slamming his dick down to the pubic bone, she was in heaven. While he ravaged her holes, she ran her fingers and tongue across his dense, striated muscles. She’d never been with a near-competition-ready bodybuilder before, amazed at how horny it made her, how hot he looked with skin that looked shrink wrapped around dense, vascular muscle. This morning she was literally gushing, the wetness turning them both on, lubricating his dick as it pumped in and out. She’d already orgasmed twice, waves of muscle contractions squeezing around his dick as she gushed, eyes rolling into the back of her head. He was building up to the finale, when she bent over and caressed her fingers around his hole. She could feel the crescendo building, see it in his muscles, the way they flexed and quivered, the feeling of his dick swelling extra hard inside her, and she inserted her fingers into him, searching for his prostate. He roared as he reached the point of no return, the combination of her tweaking of his prostate and her shift in position changing the sensations on his dick, irresistible. As the first pump of cum fired inside her, her own orgasm broke, pleasure indescribable imbibing them both with each ejaculatory pump, with each orgasmic contraction. As their orgasms finally subsided, he put her on her back and spread her legs. He ate her out like a man possessed, so turned on by his taste mingling with hers, the sight of her filled with his seed, that he was ready to cum again, his dick hardening and slapping against his abs. She squealed and writhed as he played with her clit, his tongue darting this way and that, lapping up their sex. He brought her to orgasm a final time, sitting up and furiously stroking his cock as she moaned and writhed beneath him, enjoying the result of his masterful mouth and hands. She was still orgasming as he came, pumping volleys of cum across her body, into her hair, her face, onto her fantastic tits. As he finished, he straddled her and pressed himself onto her, his cum finding the dips and valleys between his striated muscles, feeling her tits press into his hard body. He kissed her deeply. She savoured the kiss, made all the better by the faint remains of her sex and the stronger taste of his fresh cum mingling in their mouths.

Ohhh Nice, you havent forgotten about Mark. HE did changes of him and now Mark is reaping the rewards. Diego is a total sub for Jake and Jake loves control and even if he tries to justify his actions he knwos he is as sadistic as any of the hermanos

This is an old story of mine that I was hunting for. Enjoy Little Buddy I was walking downtown and needed to take a piss real bad. There was a washroom near the local park so I ducked in there. Usually there were a bunch of young hustlers around standing at the urinals looking for trade. Today there was no one around. I pulled out my cock and started to piss, when a guy walked in. I didn't look (you're not supposed to - at least not right away). He came up to the urinal and stood there. Out of the corner of my eye I saw him and started to shake. The guy had to be 6'8" and he was fucking HUGE! He looked real rough - shoulder length, scraggly dark hair, thick mustache, mirror shades. He was wearing a XXXL sweat shirt that barely contained his mass. His shoulders were immense and his arms, even covered by the shirt were huge. His forearms were hairy with a few tattoos and looked to be about as big as my calves. His chest jutted out and heaved as he breathed. He stood next to me and unzipped his pants. He pulled out one of the biggest cocks I'd ever seen - it had to be at least 8" long and it was soft! I felt a lump in my throat and thought I was gonna pass out. He started a long stream of piss and then talked to me. "Geez, man! Fuckin' good workout today. Got a real good pump goin'." His voice was deep and husky. Real sexy. "Yeah?" was all I could manage. "Yeah, fuckin' pumped up huge today." I finished peeing and zipped up. He finished and zipped up too. We moved to the sink. In front of the mirror he started bouncing his pecs under the sweatshirt. I felt my cock starting to harden and focused on washing my hands. "Just headin' back to my place for a beer - wanna join me?" he asked. I was a little nervous. "Well, I --" "Hey, I'm cool, Man. I might be a big fucker, but I don't bite. I just hate kickin' back by myself. My buddies are outta town and my girlfriend fucked off a month ago. Whattaya say?" I thought for a minute, thinking that I could be walking into the biggest basher that I'd ever seen. But he didn't sound like that. "Sure," I said. "Great! Name's Jesse." He extended his huge hand and I shook it. My hand was like a little kid's in his big paw. "Keith," I said. "Well, Keith, I just live around the corner. Come on." We walked a block to an apartment building and up to his place. The apartment was not large and there were a lot of weights lying around. Big weights like I'd never seen before. There were also crow bars, some twisted like pretzels and there were 2x4 planks some split in half. Messy, but exciting. "What does he do in here?" I thought. He went to the kitchen and brought out two beers. I sat on the couch and he sat next to me. That was strange I thought, but I liked being close to this monster-sized man. "Yeah, my girlfriend took off about a month back. Said I was gettin' too big. Too big! Can you believe that?! I mean, fuck she's got herself a 36 year old, 6 foot 11 inch, 600 lb. fuckin' stud. Thirty seven inch arms, man! Eighty five inch chest! Too big? You think I'm too big?" "Uh... I dunno. You look huge to me." "Fuckin' monster, Man! Look at this bicep." He lifted the sleeve of the shrt and flexed his massive arm. The peak of the bicep was as big as a baseball. The rest of the bicep was like a basketball and the triceps hung down in a huge arc - round and full. "Man!" I gulped. "That's fuckin' huge!" I gasped. "Go ahead and touch it, Man. Feel how fuckin' hard that is." I put my hand on the peak of the bicep. He twisted and flexed and reflexed the muscle over and over. "Shit thats wild," I said quietly. "Feel's real good, man. I like that. Shit, you know, you look just like a little buddy of mine when I was in prison. Nice guy. Bunked with him for a few months. He liked feelin' this big muscle too. You like it?" I swallowed. "Yeah, I do," I said. He flexed that massive arm over and over, twisting and turning it, showing it from different angles. "My little buddy was real hot for this muscle. The bigger I got, the hotter he got. Fuck! With no women around, I was really into that with him. I'd flex every fuckin' muscle. My pecs, arms, lats. He couldn't get enough of it, man! I learned how to fuck ass with my little buddy. Shit! That's a feat with a cock like mine, man. Most women can't take it - but him! Woah, he had me so fuckn' into his pussy, I'd fuckin' flex for him while I fucked him. I'd bounce my big hairy pecs for him. Even kissed him - shove my tongue down that hot throat." My cock was getting really hard. My hands started roaming over his shoulders and onto his massive thick pecs. He bounced them for me, and I groaned. "Yeah, little buddy. Feel those big pecs bounce, man! Feel that muscle, man!" He was getting lost in my adoration of his mass. I felt his pecs his massive thick abs, and over his crotch which was getting bigger the more I felt him. "Let's go into the bedroom, little buddy." I followed behind him staring at how huge he was. His back was immense and filled the door to the bedroom. He turned around and stood there in a huge relzed pose. Even fully clothed this guy was huge and hot! "Get naked for me, little buddy," he said. I undressed and stood in front of him. "Fuck yeah! Nice slim little body on you, man. I like that." He pulled off the sweat shirt and I finally saw his massive hairy pecs. He flexed them and moved closer to me. He leaned down (I'm only 5'11" and 160lbs) and put his huge hands around my sides. His thumbs caressed my nipples as he pulled me closer and his lips met mine. He parted my lips with his tongue and kissed me deep. My cock was rock hard now and throbbing. My hands rested on his massive forearms and slid up to his biceps. He tightened them while he continued to probe my mouth with his tongue. I could feel his stache against my lips and nose, and started to bite at it. He groaned, and kissed me deeper, his hands finding my ass. With all the power that I knew was in those massive hands, he was real gentle. I felt his huge fingers find my tight hole andhe started circling it. I squeezed his pecs and he flexed them in my hands. "Yeah, baby! Feel those huge pecs. Squeeze that fuckin' muscle. It's all for you, baby." He stood back and unzipped his pants. He turned away as he pulled them down and I saw his huge hairy muscle ass. Hard and thick glutes topped his thick hamstrings and massive calves. He turned around slowly and I saw his cock, now half hard. It looked easily 10" and was only part way there. "I need your mouth on my muscle cock, buddy," he said as he sat on the edge of the bed. I knelt down in front of him. His cock twitched and started flexing it. I hadn't touched it yet and was getting bigger - harder and longer and thicker. Twelve inches of massive muscle cock was flexing in front of my face. I reached out a held it. It was hard as steel. I put my mouth over the massive head and started to suck in as much as I could. I got about half way, but the thickness was too much. I started licking and stroking his cock. He just looked at me, watching my tongue glide up and down his shaft. He flexed his cock and it flew back out of my hand. Shit! Even his cock was strong! I sucked him for a few more minutes and then he pulled me up to his chest and kissed me again. I could feel his massive cock between my thighs pressing up and lifting my weight. "Mmmm, little buddy. I gotta show off for you, now, get you real hot and ready for me." He stood up from th bed and started posing, his huge 12" dick flexing and bobbing in front of him. He hit a double biceps pose and his massive arms exploded in size. He held that pose for a minute as he examined his own muscle, twisting his fists and forearms. He hit a front lat pose and his lats expanded like wings. I stood close and started feeling him in each pose. He just watched my hands roam over his massive, superhuman body. He hit a thigh and ab pose and the thick eight pack jumped out, bunching and twisting, quads like oak trees thick and hard. He turned around and hit a back lat pose and I gasped. His back expanded to at least 3 feet across and his ass was so tight and striated! God, my cock was throbbing looking at all that incredible size, incredible power and masculinity. He turned and faced me. "You want all this muscle makin' love to you, little buddy?" He flexed his cock and hit a lost muscular. Every muscle bulged with power. His traps were like mountains beside a bull thick neck. Shoulders broad and bunched with heavy muscle, massive pecs striated and bouncing, even in this pose and even through all that fucking hair. Forearms like twisted steel cables, massive and powerful. Big fists that could crush concrete blocks. I was ready to pass out and he moved closer, hitting the pose again, but surrounding me in it. I was enveloped by all that massive muscle. His cock pushed through my thighs and he stood up. My weight was easily lifted by the power in his massive muscle cock. "I gotta make love to you, little buddy," he said, and he put me on the bed. He kissed his way down my body, gently licking my nipples, my stomach and my cock. His fingers brushed and played with my tight hole. My hole twitched as he played with it and I groaned. He laughed a little and continued to work my hole. "Yeah, hot pussy, man! Hot fuckin' pussy for my cock. I gotta eat that fuckin tight pussy, little buddy, get you really loose for me, man." His tongue and fingers were working my hole. Every time he said "fuckin' hot pussy" I just about came. Finally his tongue was completely inside me, one massive hand supporting the small of my back. He tongue fucked me for what seemed like forever and my body shook with the skill of this massive muscle giant. He sat back and grabbed some lube. He lubed my ass with two fingers (easily bigger than nost of the men I'd had before) and lubed his massive cock with his other hand. Then very gently and very slowly he pressed against my hole. "Yeah, gonna fuck my little buddy. Gonna fuck you real slow, man. I want you to feel real good." My hands felt his massive shoulders and hairy pecs as he entered me. He kissed me really hard and made one last push. He was in! The whole 12" monster was deep inside me. His hands were feeling my body as he slowly fucked my ass. "Hot fuckin' pussy, man! Hot fuckin' boy pussy for my huge fuckin' meat. Feel these muscles while I make love to that tight hole, baby." He flexed his massive bicep near my face and I licked the thick sweaty muscle. My tongue found his sweaty pits and he groaned again. He fucked me long and deep with slow strokes, and I could feel every inch of him sliding in and out. "Gonna fuck the cum outta that cock, baby. Gonna make you feel real good with all this muscle, man. Yeah! You need a real fuckin' man huh? Feel that fuckin' muscle! FEEL MY FUCKIN' POWER, MAN!!" His fucking picked up the pace a little and i could feel him expanding inside me. My cock was throbbing madly and iI knew I was gonna shoot. He sat back and hit a double biceps pose and thrust into me firmly. I felt him flex his cock inside me and my own cock started shooting on my stomach. "YEAH! LITTLE BUDDY! FUCKIN' MY LITTLE BUDDY!!! BIG MUSCLEMAN FUCKIN' THAT TIGHT PUSSY! YEAHHHH!!!" He hit a most muscular pose with his cock deep in my ass. I could feel his cock expand even bigger inside me filling me completely and he started to cum in waves. His muscles tightening and he seemed to be getting even more pumped as he came in my ass. Finally he stopped and his huge muscle slowly pulled out of my spent hole. We were both sweating, but he lay there, his huge arms holding me from behind. "Yeah, little buddy. That was fuckin' good." He pressed his cock, still half hard between mmy thighs and I squeezed it. His huge bicep was like a pillow under my head, and he played with my softening cock in his big hairy hands.I could feel his hairy pecs bouncing against my back. "Mmmm," he said. "Next time, I'll have to show what all this fuckin' muscle can really do."

No doubt Sam and Kurt will be able to take Hank 2 on 1 (maybe)

The Big Family Curse----- PART 9----- Draco: wait... What do you mean? - Draco said looking into Jake's eyes. Jake: Isn't it obvious? - he said with a sexy smile - I've seen how you've looked at me since we were kids, you always see me when I undress and when we're together, it's pretty obvious that you like me - he said caressing Draco's cheek - like that. Take advantage while you can... Draco didn't think twice and launched himself at Jake's abdomen, his fingers timidly touching his 6 pack that looked like a wall of rocks. Jake: come on... it feels so good- Jake said as he raised his face guided by pleasure. Draco went down to Jake's legs. "Look at those huge legs, so hairy and big, they look like chicken legs on steroids," he said as he ran his tongue along the legs. Jake: I feel so big with you...- he let out a moan. Draco: You are, you are a beast and... I love it- he said while raising his tongue towards his pecs- you are so big, these pecs are so big and fat- he said burying his face between Jake's pecs. Jake: that's it, worship me, feel me, I'm so fucking huge - he said while bouncing his pecs in Draco's face - That's right, you know your male, it looks like you love being on my chest. Draco: and I love your body in my face - he said, raising his tongue to Jake's nipples, he began to suck them like a calf sucks his mother - they taste so good... - he said, increasing his sucking. Jake: oh... this feels so good- he said while flexing his biceps- come on, take a bite of these apples, I know you're dying to adore me. Draco: I would love to - he went up Jake's torso and reached his powerful arms - they are so big... - he said and bit Jake's bicep, it was so hard that it looked like a wax apple. Jake: That's right, just so I can hug you - he pushed Draco away and hugged him with all his might while Draco was grunting and grabbed Draco's head to put it in his armpits - do you smell that? ... is that the smell of your big man Draco took a deep breath - you smell so good, so manly - while he smelled he pinched Jake's nipples - you make me feel so small... - and without further ado he grabbed Jake's white boxers and pulled them down, his mouth was open - Jake how much Does it measure you? - He said looking at the cock in front of him. Jake was worried, "Why? You don't like the size?" He exclaimed, putting his hands on Draco's head. Draco: why is he a damn monster, he's fatter than a soda can...and I love it- he didn't hesitate and sucked Jake's cock quickly. Jake: come on, swallow it whole - he took Draco's head and lowered it, Draco couldn't handle the emotion, it was like drinking ambrosia and he couldn't stop, until he tried to talk - what's wrong? "Don't talk with your mouth full," Jake said, making lunges with his hips. Jake: you know what? "Why don't you give me your back virginity and we'll have a good time," I lift Draco's face. Draco: I would love to...- he said, taking off his clothes. Draco got on top of Jake - are you ready big guy? - he said touching Jake's testicles. Jake: come on little ant, I know we both want it... -he said taking Draco's shoulders and brought him closer to his mouth - just let yourself go... - he kissed Draco, it was a spectacular kiss, both of them full of sweat and euphoria, Draco put Jake's cock in his ass and slowly lowered himself, the two of us sighing, Draco began to slowly go down and up on Jake's pole, he began to pick up the pace while Jake separated Draco from the kiss and grabbed him by the hands. hips to raise and lower it. Draco: ohhhhhh.... Jake... This is the best- he said while he touched his penis with one of his hands. They continued for what seemed like hours, the two of them were about to arrive... Jake: oh... little mouse I won't be able to hold on anymore, you do it so well... - he let out a grunt while his body began to grow, the bed creaked from the weight. Draco: Jake, are you okay? ... it seems like you're getting pumped up ... - Draco said as he continued riding Jake's cock. Jake didn't listen to Draco, he was so lost in the excitement of growing up, his body felt so big and masculine, his pecs jutted out from his chest. Draco: oh my god... I think... I think your cock is swelling too... - he said, going down with more and more effort. Jake: I CAN'T, I'M CUMING - he let out a huge grunt while his cock erupted like a volcano, huge jets ran through Draco's interior. Draco: Oh my god, Jake, you're squirting hot liquid... no... I can't stand it... I'm coming too, he said as his cock squirted directly into Jake's mouth. Jake: oh this tastes good, it was the best sex ever - he said, fixing his eyes on Draco - you are mine and mine alone - he exclaimed while Draco leaned against his chest, Jake hugged him and they took a breath, everything was calm until the The legs of the bed broke and fell to the floor, they both laughed as they fell asleep... ----------------------END OF CHAPTER 9--------------------- Let's go...1.5k VIEWS. Guys, thanks a lot for everything.

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!"

No one was quite sure who started the Alpha Alpha Alpha fraternity. It kind of came up out of nowhere without a clear origin or history on the outskirts of the Groff College campus, its members taking up residence in a kind of run down fixer upper type three story house. Marcus wasn't even sure if the college recognized it as an actual fraternity because there were never any advertisements during rush week, but that didn't stop Alpha Alpha Alpha from making waves on campus. You could spot any of the brothers from damn near a mile off. Because they were fucking huge. Each frat brother was a sculpted mound of muscular perfection. To say each one was jacked would have been a tremendous understatement. Each man had some insane muscle definition that would make any man jealous. Marcus himself had a good build being a mountain biking enthusiast, but the muscle bros of Alpha Alpha Alpha took everything he had and made it look tiny. With just a little polish each one could easily pass for a competitive bodybuilder if that was what their true aspiration was, and these were just college guys mind you. It was impossible to understand how the fuck they looked like that outside of occupying most of their time at the campus gym where it seemed like each frat brother worked out seven days a week. There was always at last one brother working out at any given but during prime hours the entire student body got to ogle and marvel at the display of walking beefcake men in peak physical form. There was one particularly large guy, which is kind of an absurd term to apply because they were all large, that Marcus would watch every time he could get the chance too. His name was Thor which was fitting because he could easily give Chris Hemsworth a run for his money. It was always a sight seeing the muscles in his body ripple as he did squats with at least five times the weight of his own PR. The way he raised and lowered the immense weight was fucking hot and, no lie, it sometimes gave Marcus a stiffy that had to be taken care of in the shower room afterwards. That kind of shit was happening a lot in the past couple months and it wasn't easy trying to figure out why. It didn't really feel weird to get erect while watching these guys lift, hell it kind of felt natural in a sense, but it was odd having the urges to seek them out on campus and catch more glimpses whenever the occasion presented itself. What was kind of strange was watching how quickly a new pledge would become a walking muscular god. Marcus knew this one freshman named Richy who became a pledge the second he heard about the frat. He was a kind of a nerdy skinny red head kid that Marcus' got to know his first week of school during the social events. The kind of dude who might wear a pocket protector during bio lab or something. He was a total dweeb when they first met but after six months of pledging at Alpha Alpha Alpha, Richy had easily gained fifty pounds of muscle! The dude turned himself into a fucking fitness model with broad shoulders and toned abs that Marcus would stare at like he was a horny teenager. It didn't seem physically possible that he would have bulked up to that extent so fast without juicing up, and maybe he was, but it didn't seem to make sense. Richy was one of the smaller members of the frat but he still had lots of beef on his frame that just didn't seem possible to do in under six months. The whole scenario made no sense but that didn't stop the frat from getting pledges left and right. Richy still seemed friendly enough and still recognized him on campus when they saw one another in passing. He could swear that he smiled when he noticed Marcus checking him out. What shocked Marcus the most about the former dweeb's transformation was his sexual prowess, not that he had the chance of banging Richy himself, he could only dream of that shit, but because of Richy's sudden desire to bone anyone that breathed. Turned out the little red headed nerdy virgin was now a fucking stud with a big donkey dong between his legs. Yeah, Richy had an eight-inch pecker swinging between his newly toned legs and was apparently good at using it too. That had to be the benefits of the cocktails or whatever shit the frat members were getting plied up on to look like super studs. And it was legit fucking eight inches of dick. Marcus stole a glance once in the showers after a workout when Richy was waiting for the next stall to free up. Even in repose it was just dangling there like a meat lollipop. What the fuck did those guys eat to get those sorts of huge proportions? Was it some steroids concoction, a shot of HGH, maybe a batch of an experimental drugs... fuck, whatever it was they were really putting it to use as far as making their new members more hulking and muscular. The thing is... the thought of growing muscle like that kind of sounded... nice. Marcus always enjoyed going to the gym but he wouldn't really consider himself a gym rat or anything and his work outs were all kind of routine. The thing is the brothers in Alpha Alpha Alpha looked and had bodies of fitness models, that wasn't an overstatement or over blown hyperbolic description, those frat meatheads did legitimately look like their bodies were photoshopped. All he wanted was a piece of the pie, something that could help him put on some muscle and feel the sort of hard rock definition that all those Greek behemoths were rocking. It would do wonders for his dating life and it would look good having muscle instead of fat on his body when he was vacationing on summer break. So one faithful day Marcus saw Richie and Thor taking turns spotting each other during leg day and he figured if he could somehow slip by and strike a conversation, talk to them, maybe there'd be a chance they'd tell him what was actually going on. Before he could casually slide into their vicinity the two studs had left for the showers. Without much to lose, and with only his curiosity pushing him on, Marcus decided to follow after them and try and snoop on their conversations, or maybe even spy through the window at what they looked like soaped up in the shower. So off he went hoping his hunch wouldn't end up blowing up in his face. Marcus crept into the locker room and stood just outside the hallway to the showers were he heard the voices of the two studs. "Man, you were really hammering away at that weight. Nice job today bro." Thor boomed and Richy replied "Yeah I finally think I might be catching up to you dude. That set was no joke, but I didn't even feel a drop in strength till the fifth set. I used to really struggle with that weight." Thor nodded and casually undressed, slipping out of his tank and basketball shorts. The naked muscled behemoth casually stretched a bit before sauntering into the nearest shower stall in a way that told Marcus he was absolutely showing off for the red head. The blonde's body looked ridiculously well sculpted with a fat cock to boot. His massive torso was perfectly proportionate to the bulky muscles that topped out his biceps, shoulder caps, lats, glutes, quadriceps, calves, the whole fucking works. Every single inch looked to be corded and cut muscle that made the blonde guy's ass so bouncy and firm, Marcus had a real hard time prying his eyes away as the dude rubbed soap all over that thickly muscled frame. The guy's package, heavy and low hung with huge testicles, had him outright gawping. What the fuck had he been eating to get that large. Jesus he was huge. Ten fucking inches. Soft. "You about done checking out my ass Richy, or should I do another flex?" "Fuck yea bro!" Richy blushed, fumbling over himself to get to the larger jock and placed his hands right atop the jock's round mounds of bubbly beefy muscle. "Fuck you're so firm. Dude I love your ass so fucking much. Do a pose bro." Richy quickly backed away with his penis quickly reaching full erect height as he watched the giant blond hulk get back under the shower, raise up his leg and stick out his ass so the muscles popped up beautifully. Marcus was just frozen watching the spectacle, his penis aching at the thought of feeling how hard and muscular the blonde was there. Richy grabbed two big handfuls and tugged the cheeks apart, the water trailing down between the blonde's huge, thick, round ass. Slowly, Thor bent over and spread his hands against the wall, giving Richy (and unknowingly Marcus) a display of his enormous back and shoulder muscles, as well as his colossal bulging deltoids and thick, long muscular arms. The sexy bulging traps rose, and fell, with his steady breathing and arms flexed hard as he braced himself, showing thick veins running over the peaks. Richy simply couldn't stop staring at all that, he was like a dog salivating in front of a steak. Thor’s cock was pumping up with each beat of his heart as well, working the flaccid rod to a half erect state. Richy on the other hand was fully erect, his body almost humming with tension. All he could focus on were Thor's thick muscular buttocks, each one seemingly perfectly balanced on his spread legs and lightly swaying when he wiggled them, a slight bounce accompanying the motion. With both hands gripping tightly, the studly ginger placed the tip of his throbbing cock at the firm ass of his frat bro. “Watching you lift got me fucking hard, man. I worked my ass with those squats to get ready for this man. I know you want to fuck me, Richy. That cock looks like it’s hard as steel and ready to go. C’mon man, plow my hole. Fuckin’ give it to me, bro.” With no further preamble, the formerly nerdy redhead eagerly slid forward with his throbbing cock clutched firmly in one fist, pressing the head of his slick pole into his frat buddy's tight anus. Thor grunted appreciatively at the welcome feeling of fullness his friend's thick meat was giving his huge hard body, clamping his anal walls tight around it. “Oh god. Fuck. Holy shit. You’re so tight, man. Squeezing my cock fucking HARD, man. You’re so fucking hot man, making me so hard. Your huge fucking body is so sexy, so strong. God your so fucking big, man.” Richy leaned forward and pressed his body against the hulking blonde underneath him, his big arms encircling the muscle stud’s torso and feeling up his huge muscles. He caressed each bulging slab of meat he could get his hands on and squeezed everywhere he could, especially the blonde’s sensitive nipples. Thor moaned heavily, leaning his head back and letting his long golden locks shower his hard back. He grunted as he relished the stimulation he was getting from his frat bros delicious dick filling him. The feeling of the hard cock filling him was intense and erotic. He loved the sensation of being penetrated and the blonde god leaned back into Richy's thrusts, driving the smaller man to directly slam into his prostate. Richy gasped in disbelief as the angle of his strokes was forcibly changed but rose to the challenge and stood on his tiptoes to push his rock-hard meat all the way in, balls deep. The intense fucking began in earnest, their sweaty, muscled bodies slapping together loudly, echoing throughout the small shower room. "Yeah man," The huge blonde jock encouraged, bucking his hips backwards and forwards with increasing desperation, "Fuck my huge ass. I know you're close bro. Come on, give it to me man. Fill me up!" The combination of Richy’s hands on his massive muscles, a strong cock pounding his prostate and the hot and sweaty friction of the fuck sent the blonde over the edge and Thor roared out as his seed burst from the tip of his fat meat, covering the wall before him with over a dozen voluminous volleys of his fertile spunk. Feeling his bro’s anus clench and spasm around his hard meat set Richy off and with one last deep thrust he went as far as he could, clutching his hips hard around the blond giant and released his cum deep up the jock's anus. "GODDD YEEAAAAHH!!" Richy exclaimed, his hips jerking through his orgasm as the blissful euphoria of sexual satisfaction rippled throughout his studly physique. Marcus felt a ping of jealousy as he saw the look of unimaginable pleasure that adorned Richy's handsome face as he shot his hot virile semen deep into Thor’s ass. He unleashed so much hot jizz that it began seeping out of Thor's well-plowed anal passage and down the brute's muscular thighs, leaving a thick pool on the bottom of the shower. But just as Marcus thought they were finished; Richy began to moan. The smaller ginger was obviously feeling a newfound source of bliss as his hands were roaming all over his body, groping and squeezing his muscles. Richy's looked like he was bouncing his pecs, thickening his already large chest up and as his pecs popped out in stark relief. His arms seemed to be getting bulkier as well, filling out his body nicely. His entire torso seemed to have gotten harder and more chiseled, becoming a lot thicker than it ever was before. The muscles in his abs rippled and shifted and became more prominent and then his waist tightened up to complete the hot look of an Adonis. His ass plumped outward with each thrust of his hips and the legs keeping him steady swelled and rippled with new cords of muscle. Marcus stared in slack jawed disbelief. This wasn't a trick, or someone pranking him or some other bullshit. That sexy little dweeb had just had his muscles swell and grow after dumping his hot load into some other dudes ass. What the fuck was he looking at? It made no sense. Yet the more Marcus watched his former friend play with his growing muscular form and worship himself, the hotter he felt. Seeing those muscles swell in the blink of an eye and seeing Richy’s body get even bigger with rapidly growing slabs of beef made his mind start thinking of what it would feel like to grow his own muscles. It looked amazing, it was probably the hottest sight he had seen, and his body was heating up the more he watched the ginger transform. Richy, still moaning, slowly removed cock from Thor’s tight hole and Marcus’ jaw hit the floor when he noticed. Richy's dick was bigger, longer, harder, and covered in throbbing veins. It looked like it had added almost another solid half-inch of girth and at least one inch in length. Now his semi-limp member swung like a salami, looking about nine inches in length with a sizeable girth that would match the average mans wrist. Thor didn't seem surprised and only grinned back as the shorter man continued to feel himself up and moan like a bitch in heat. “You’re a fucking stud now, Richy. You’re bigger, stronger, more pumped , and an even better fuck. Shit man, you look like you’re about to unleash the beast all over again.” Thor chuckled as Richy slowly came down from his high and held the man’s gaze, his cock still throbbing with need. "Yeah man. Wow it feels fucking incredible. I feel so damn sexy dude, like I could lift for hours. Fuck for days. I'm fucking hot as shit bro. Is this what you feel all the time?" Thor only grinned in response. The gargantuan blonde left his muscled redheaded frat brother to adjust to his new body. Stepping out of the shower the blonde's fat member swung between his powerful thighs and his sculpted ass bobbed with each step as he strutted out of the shower. Without thinking , Marcus tore his eyes away from the studly ginger and quickly ducked down into a private changing stall to avoid being seen. He watched Thor drying his statuesque body with a towel, grinning his stupid sexy blonde grin in the reflection as he rubbed down his swollen muscles. They hadn't seemed to change, the same thickness, the same sharp chiseling of each muscle group. It was Richy that had ballooned up with sexy new muscles, but Thor seemed to have enjoyed it all the same. As the stud finished toweling himself off and dressing from his locker, he suddenly stopped with his back to Marcus. "I know you want it. I wanted it too. Come visit us at the house and we'll open the door to your new life." The muscular blonde spoke loud enough that there was no doubt his words were directed toward him. Without a moment's delay he was walking out the door whistling and without a backwards glance. *** More parts in the works as I finish editing them. I'm really shit at editing so it might take some time. If there are any glaring grammatical errors please point them out and i'll fix them quick. Hope you all enjoyed.

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.

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.

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!)

Links to parts: Part 2 --------------- The room is lit, barely, by the idle signal of the long forgotten TV, and what little of the streetlamp’s glow makes it past the curtain. It’s a sticky night, and sleep evades Jack as he lies in the gloom on the sofa, staring blankly ahead. Not that the heat mattered much; sleep and Jack never got on much. From down the hall, at the other end of the apartment, he hears the distant snore of Bradley, curled up and at peace. He wished he could join him in that moment, safe and calm and unconscious, but he knew it would be some hours before he finally became exhausted enough to pass out. How he envied his boyfriend. Snap. Pain, which quickly subsides, but fades instead to extreme dizziness. His vision is a blur of creeping grey shadows, his ears filled with white-noise ringing. Am I dying? he thought, some aneurysm caused by years of insomnia catching up with him? His stomach lurches, he tries to cry out but a slur staggers in his throat, barely audible. He rolls off the sofa and stumbles to his knees, then feet. His movements are slow, jerking in awkward motions as he stumbles forward across the room, hand grasping at the door frame. Something is… off. Not just the dizziness, but the room itself seems different. Or is it just the shadows? The dim gloom of the room, brought to life by his vertigo, making the top of the door frame seem just a little bit closer. The hallway feels endless, a black corridor that seems to stretch two steps forward with every one that he takes. He falls sideways with one misplaced foot, bouncing off the wall, knocking a picture to the ground. His stomach lurches. He’s gonna hurl. The bathroom door bursts open as he charges inside, flicking on the light which buzzes angrily as it blinds him. On instinct he continues forward, his eyes scrunched tight as his fingers grasp unsteadily in front of him, finally coming into contact with the basin. He retches once, but nothing comes. It's cool here. He’s steadied. He slowly becomes accustomed to the light, and as the dreadful feeling dissipates, he turns on the tap and brings cool water over his skin. Then he opens his eyes. The person staring back in the mirror is not him. It looks like him, vaguely - his skin is flushed pink and his expression a mask of dumbfound disbelief, but otherwise the person’s face is more or less like his. But there the similarities stop. His usually sandy hair, cropped short around the sides, is instead a shaggy brown mop. He stands tall - much taller than Jack’s 5’11”, the top of his head reaching up past the mirror, and likely the doorframe he’d just stepped through. And he is an adonis - his body packed with thick muscle, stocky like a rugby player but on a frame tall enough to be in the NBA. His arms look bigger than his head, fed by thick veins, two of which spread from there to the sides of his thick pecs, which are dusted with a thin layer of fur. Beneath them a set of abs is visible despite the bulk of the stomach beneath them, stretching his underwear almost to breaking point. Ah. That’s not where the similarities stop. He’s wearing the same boxers… Shocked out of his fugue state, Jack looks down, and sees the same colossal body from the mirror. What the fuck was happening? He moves his arm, flexing it to yet more absurd degrees, studying every detail of it from the shoulders down to the thick fingers. He runs his hands over himself. Seconds ago he thought he was dying, but he was fairly sure this - whatever it was - was not an aneurysm. His heart still pounded like a drum with fear - this was terrifying! It was insane! It was fantastic. The thought catches him off guard, but it was true, wasn’t it? Look at me, he thought. Look at this body. I’m fucking huge, I’m amazing! And if I’ve had so much already, couldn’t I have more? He senses something deep in his chest, but it’s not the same horror from before. It feels like he’s been tethered to something, and as he focuses on the idea of more, it’s like he’s pulling against that rope. It resists him, but he overcomes it, and with each excruciatingly slow pull he feels himself getting bigger. Here his arm swells, there the seam of his pants pops, now his face is completely above the top of the mirror. Yes! More, give me more! Give me - “Jack…” The voice from behind him makes him jump, but nothing can prepare him for the sinking feeling of dread when he turns around. Propped up against the doorframe, barely remaining vertical, is an emaciated figure. His eyes are sunken into his skull which is sparsely covered with a sprinkling of white hair. He can’t be more than four feet tall, and that tiny frame looks about ready to crumple under its own meagre weight. Jack wouldn’t have recognised him, if it wasn’t for the tattoo of a Swallow on the tiny man’s shoulder. When Jack responds, despite his newfound size, his voice is barely even a whimper. “Bradley?!”

What if Harry the Bouncer actually went to his garden and ran around it? Again, you can choose a favourite

Any favourite for the role of Harry the Bouncer?

It's been a while but I've been working on a new story. For this one, I decided to revisit an older character from my story, Sweet Revenge. This is the first story where the main character begins as a massive freak of nature and it's been a fun challenge to make him grow even more obscenely huge. I hope you like. Bruce's Humanity Chapter 1 It had been six months since Bruce’s mind-boggling displays at Mitch’s gym. He had bested Andy’s enormous 452lb body at every test. He toyed with the deadlift competition and nearly broke Andy’s arm when they arm wrestled. Even being tied up and suspended by industrial chains couldn’t restrain his inhuman power. His final display of power when he squatted Mitch’s 6,000lb pickup truck still caused Bruce to organism at the thought. The incredible orgy of muscle-fuelled lust that followed was still seared into Bruce’s brain. Bruce’s superior mass and power had both huge men begging to worship every inch of his pumped physique. He lost count at the number of times each massive man had came. He should have been content with how things had worked out but the next morning as he stared at the exhausted, hulking bodies sleeping next him, Bruce knew he needed to leave. His journey for more mass and power was stronger than ever. He didn’t have time for others, this was his solitary quest. He remembered a momentary pang of regret as he looked at the gym in the rearview mirror as he drove away but a quick glance at the writhing mass of muscle that comprised his forearm, gripping the steering wheel, refocused his commitment and he accelerated, speeding towards his next chapter. Bruce had been driving for hours and his rumbling stomach only intensified at the sight of the rundown diner. He came to screeching halt in the deserted parking lot. The truck’s frame groaned in relief as Bruce exited. He lumbered through the front door, the ding of the bell over the door signalled his entrance. “Be right there.” A voice from the kitchen shouted. Bruce made his way to a table by the front window, inspecting the heavy, metal chair before lowering himself. He didn’t look up when he heard the all too familiar gasp of shock as a person emerged from the kitchen. With his head still inspecting the menu, Bruce began listing off meal after meal only looking up when he had finished. The old woman was writing frantically on her order pad, trying to keep up. She gave Bruce a frightened look before scurrying back towards the kitchen. Bruce used to dwell on his aggressive and sometimes downright demented behaviour but the last six months had taught him that he didn’t need to waste his time thinking about his affect on others. He used people for his own selfish purposes and how they felt about that meant nothing to him. Everyone Bruce encountered served one of two purposes, they had something he needed to grow bigger, or they were an obstacle in his way to gain more size. He took what he needed from the previous and ran through the latter. Being the only customer, the food started to arrive quickly. As Bruce started to devour what would have easily fed multiple families. After half an hour, his hunger pangs started to subside but he continued to gorge himself. He could feel his muscles swell in appreciation. The bell over the diner door suddenly rang as someone flew into the diner. “Maggie! Ben!” the person shouted not surveying the restaurant. The old woman, Maggie, appeared from the kitchen, shooting Bruce a quick glance. “What’s wrong?” “My western fence collapsed, one of the bulls got loose! I need Ben to help get it back inside.” “Where?” Bruce said as he slowly stood up from the table. “What the FUCK!” The man said, trying to comprehend what he was seeing. “Where did the bull go?” Bruce asked in a stern voice. The man couldn’t take his eyes off Bruce, he could only raise his hand and point to the farm fields across the road from the diner. Bruce started to move towards the front door. “Where are you going?!” Maggie yelled. Bruce didn’t answer, he made his way towards the fields. Bruce started to climb the sloped hill and saw the broken fence. He turned towards the field and saw a fast-moving animal in the distance. While he was unable to sprint at his current size, Bruce still moved with impressive speed. The large bull, seeing Bruce approach, stopped moving and starred. Bruce squatted down slightly, anticipating the bull’s next move. “Show me what you got.” Bruce muttered. The bull, lowered its head, let out a loud snort and stomped its front hoof. Bruce stood perfectly still and waited. Like lightening, the bull started to charge. Its thick muscles bulged and flexed as its considerable bulk quickly closed the gap between it and Bruce. Bruce, filled with adrenaline and excitement, started to emit a low grumble but his body did not move. The bull, now just a few feet away, showed no sign of slowly and lowered its huge head and prepared to ram into Bruce’s body. The sound of the impact was deafening and surly echoed for miles. Bruce’s feet skidded across the ground, his boots digging deep groves into to the dirt until they came to a stop. The bull let out a noise as Bruce wrapped his arms around the thickly muscled neck of the animal. He had been wearing a comically oversized flannel shirt that looked more like a blanket than a shirt but the fabric instantly stretched to its limits before splitting in multiple places, exposing only slabs of inhumanly massive muscle. “YOU’RE NOT GOING TO WIN!” Bruce snarled as he adjusted his grip willing his arms to connect around the bull’s huge, powerful neck. The bull’s lower body started to flail, trying to wiggle itself free. With stunning speed, Bruce twisted his enormous body, crouched lower and gripped the rear legs of the huge animal. With a loud grunt, Bruce hoisted the bull off the ground and laid it across his massive shoulders. The bull tried to twist itself free but Bruce held the over 2,000lb creature secure. Feeling the massive weight of the bull now under his control caused Bruce’s cock to harden instantly. His already massive muscles swelled from the weight and powerful movements of the animal. The feeling was one of complete arousal for Bruce. The two diner employees and the farmer were slowly making their way up the hill when they saw Bruce appear on the horizon. The shock of what they saw caused them to stop moving. The most outrageously massive creature they had ever seen had the bull draped across his shoulders like he was wearing a tower after taking a shower. Bruce’s tattered shirt was no more than a few stings of fabric, his pants were completely gone, exposing just skin-tight underwear and massive hard-on. He didn’t resemble anything remotely human, he was nothing but pulsing, outrageously pumped muscle. A thick sheen of sweat covered his pale, smooth skin, further exaggerated his outstanding mass and while also accentuating his nearly non-existent body fat. Maggie collapsed immediately, the others unable to look away, offered her no assistance. “OH MY GOD!” The cook yelled. Bruce didn’t register their presence. Instead, he carried the bull through the broken part of the fence and lowered it to the ground. As soon as its feet touched the ground, the mighty beast took off at full speed, wanting to be as far away from Bruce as possible. Bruce stood up, barely breathing hard and looked around for something to close the broken part of the fence. His gaze focused on a large tree not far away. It stood over 20 feet tall but had a thick trunk. Bruce licked his lips and waddled towards the tree, every muscle on his body tensed in anticipation. He reached the tree and quickly wrapped his arms around the trunk, interlocking his fingers on the other side. “THERE’S NO WAY!” he heard someone shout from behind him before planting his feet and flexing his arms. He let out a bellow that shook the ground and started to pull. At first nothing happened to the tree but Bruce’s body essentially mutated. Every muscle flexed and grew to a staggering degree. The amount of power he was exerting was evident from his head to his toes. As the first drops of sweat started to appear on his brow, a loud crack echoed across the field. The sound only made Bruce apply more pressure and suddenly the sound of wood cracking became louder, like fireworks going off. Leaves from the tree started to fall and Bruce’s body vibrated with superhuman strength. With one final, terrifying scream, the huge tree was broken into two pieces, large chunks of wood flew in every direction. The tree should have fallen to the ground had it not been under Bruce’s complete control. Like carrying a flag in a parade, Bruce turned and walked the decimated tree towards the break in the fence. He tossed it to the ground, using the many branches at the top to seal the opening shut. Bruce dropped to one knees, breathing heavily and looked towards the others. Maggie was still on the ground. Ben couldn’t handle Bruce’s appearance and bent over and vomited. While the farmer had a familiar look of shock on his face, he retained most of his composure and slowly approached. “A-a-are you okay?” He asked. Bruce looked up, finally noticing the rugged good looks and sturdy build the farmer hid under his baggy flannel shirt and overalls. He slowly stood up, causing the farmer’s eyes to dart from each of his outrageously massive body parts. “I’m Bruce.” “K-k-keith.” “You got any prepared beef that doesn’t require a fight? This really worked up an appetite.” Keith shock his head as if to break the spell Bruce had put on him. “Yeah. The least I can do for what you just did.” Bruce patted Keith on his sturdy shoulder, almost knocking him over as he started to walk towards his truck, still parked in the diner’s lot. “I’ll give you lift.” He said. Keith stumbled but started to follow. Bruce dropped a wad of cash at the diner door, Ben was helping a now conscious Maggie across the road, both unable to look in his direction. He got in the truck and opened the passenger door for Keith who hesitated for a moment before climbing in. Keith directed Bruce towards his farm. As they approached, the sun was starting to set and the huge farmhouse was shrouded in dark shadows. “You live here alone?” “Yeah. Just me.” “A farm this big must be a lot of work for one person.” “I manage.” Keith said as they both exited the truck. “Let me grab some food from the shop.”Keith said leading Bruce towards a huge barn by the main house. Keith pushed the large barn door open. Along the left-hand wall was a state-of-the-art butcher facility, including a huge walk-in freezer which Keith walked towards. Inside countless animals were strung up on huge hooks. “SHIT!” Keith yelled noticing one of the slabs of meat had fallen. Bruce moved to lift it from the floor but Keith stepped ahead of him. “I got it.” Keith grabbed the frozen piece of meat that looked to weigh at least 500lbs and with a small grunt hoisted it off the floor and slung it over his shoulder while reaching for one of the hooks. With one fluid movement, he secured the slab and with his hands now free, Keith started to pull on a nearby chain, raising it off the ground like the other animals in the freezer. Bruce couldn’t help admire Keith’s large arms flexing through his shirt with each pull of the chain, growing from impressively solid to muscle-packed peaks. “Impressive strength Keith.” Keith secured the chain and tuned to face Bruce. “Thanks, I normally don’t show off around strangers, they tend to overreact. Someone my size shouldn’t be able to do that but after today, I doubt you are easily shocked.” Keith said. “That’s true. I can’t deny you have a great body but I wasn’t expecting you to do that.” Bruce said as he followed Keith out of the freezer and scanned the far side of the barn. A smile crept across his face as he noticed the familiar look of gym equipment. “Your set-up?” “Yeah, the farm is hard on the body but I need some additional resistance to build my body.” Keith said. Bruce sauntered over to the equipment. He was impressed by the quantity of equipment, stopping at the bench press and ran his hand over the still-loaded bar, counting four 45lb plates on each side. “You bench 405lb?” “For warm up.” Keith said, unable to hide his pride for the impressive number. Bruce moved behind the bar and gripped the bar and slowly lifted it off the rack. Keith let out a loud gasp when Bruce started to curl the bar. “You shouldn’t be shocked that I can curl this much, you saw what I did to that bull today.” Bruce said as he continued to curl the weight. “FUCK!” was all Keith could say. His eyes settled on Bruce’s already massive arms as they visibly swelled with each rep, thick garden-hose thick veins appearing on the surface his barely-there skin. Bruce nonchalantly stopped curling the bar and pressed it over his head before slowly lowering it behind his neck. Keith stumbled back and covered his mouth to stifle a scream. Bruce only smiled and started to perform overhead tricep extensions with 405lbs. His biceps were so massive, they pressed against his face. His triceps expanded so far from the sides, they looked like a regular bodybuilder’s lats. The sight was made even more extreme by Bruce’s flared lats and granite-hard abs. His entire upper body swelled from incomprehensibly large to something straight out of a science fiction movie. “You don’t have to hide your shock Keith. I know you’ve never seen anyone even remotely this fucking massive; hell, I bet you never imaged a freak like me even existed.” “FUCK! How is this even possible! Y-y-you’re so-“ Keith said as he trialed off. “So HUGE, so MASSIVE, so POWERFUL, SO UNBELIEVABLY MASSIVE AND FREAKY YOU MIGHT PASS OUT FROM THE SIGHT?.” Bruce bellowed as he moved the bar back to a curling position before lightly cradling it back on the bench like it weighed nothing. “I-I-I s-s-should get some food ready.” Keith stuttered and darted into the freezer, returning with his arms full. “I’m fucking starving.” Bruce said as the two men made their way back to the farm. While the farm house looked old from the outside, the inside was quite modern and well maintained. Keith went to work in the kitchen, setting out a number of platters full of uncooked meat on the large stone island. You mind if I take a shower while you do that?” Bruce asked. “Sure, down the hall to the left.” Bruce emerged wearing just a towel, that around his frame looked more like a rag. Keith stopped what he was doing and just stared. Bruce’s attention was however, on the piles of meat now cooked and spread out on the counter. “Oh fuck yeah!” Bruce didn’t even grab a plate, he stood over the food and started to devour it using just his hands. Keith nibbled some but couldn’t stop glancing at Bruce. “I have to ask; just how huge are you? I can’t even come up with a guess.” Bruce wiped a stream of beef juice from his chin and swallowed his mouthful of food. He took a few steps away from the counter and squared his shoulders. The dim kitchen lights highlighted every inch of body perfectly. “Glad you finally asked. First, I’m 34 years old and 5’11”.” Bruce said as his body started to slowly inflate. His shoulders visibly swelled and solidified even more. “My neck is 32 inches.” His biceps hardened and split into their individual muscle groups while his triceps splayed from either side of his body. His individual pec muscles inflated so they pressed his chin higher, each one comprised of hundreds of deep, razor-sharpe striations. “My arms are 40 inches, forearms are 34 inches and my pecs are 102 inches; that’s over 8 feet.” Bruce’s arms started to rise as his lats started to grow, when done, his arms were just shy of 90 degrees from the floor. Thick veins ran from his armpits across each lat and travelled across his tightening abs. “My waist is only 36 inches and looks even smaller because my body fat is never above 2%.” Keith lost count at ten of the most dense, perfectly developed abs he’d even witnessed before casting his eyes down to Bruce’s legs. With a small pivot of his hips, Bruce made the towel fall away, revealing his throbbing, thick cock. Keith swallowed and managed to look lower, at the quads. Their sheer mass and thickness made him question how Bruce could even walk with so much mass fighting with each other. The smallest movement of Bruce’s upper body caused visible waves of muscle to erupt from his waist to his ankles. “These quads are 58 inches and my calves are 38 inches.” Bruce said as he methodically started to move his balled up fists towards the centre of his body. Keith doubted they could even meet in the middle because the massive slabs of muscle between them. As if sensing his thoughts, Bruce let out a moan of exertion as he willed his fists to touch. What appeared as massive, pumped up muscle shifted and morphed itself into a staggering wall of pulsing meat. With gritted teeth and obvious struggle, Bruce managed to say, “I weigh 512 motherfucking pounds!” Keith stumbled back both a the sight and that astounding number. He thought he knew what huge was but now his brain was breaking trying to comprehend what he was seeing. “NO!” He screamed. “STOP!” Bruce smiled, not from happiness but determination. Seeing Keith falter was intoxicating. He willed his herculean body to flex harder, swell larger and become even more extreme. To his surprise however, Keith appeared to regain his composure. With his eyes squarely on Bruce’s sickening display of mass, he reached up and unfastened his overalls, letting them fall to the floor, exposing his own rock-hard cock stretching his boxers tight. With a quick motion, he ripped open his flannel shirt, buttons flying across the kitchen, and stepped out of the pants, finally giving Bruce a view of his large and powerful looking body. He placed one hand on his throbbing cock and the other reached out and touched Bruce’s left pec. “OH MY GOD! You are so hard!” He exclaimed as he began to caress Bruce’s body. “MMMMM, that’s right Keith, take in all this muscle.” Bruce said finally relaxing the pose so he could pull Keith closer. He ran his hands up Keith’s thick arms and shoulders, marvelling at how much smaller the large man was compared to him. “It’s been a long time since I’ve had someone appreciate me, and even longer since I’ve met someone strong enough to have some fun with.” Keith’s mouth moved but no sounds came out, his eyes and hands roamed from one mass of muscle to another, completely entranced by Bruce’s presence. “It’s probably suicidal but I need you to fuck me.” Keith said with a trembling voice. Bruce smiled and wrapped one arm around Keith’s waist and lifted him off the floor, sweeping some of the food off the counter and placing him down. He leaned in and kissed Keith’s lips roughly as his hands tore his boxer’s in two, causing Keith to let out a low moan. “Be careful what you wish for.” Bruce said as he gripped Keith’s ankles and pried them apart, moving his own rock-hard cock towards Keith’s waiting ass.

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

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.

Sounds like Brad may end up a guinea pig later on?

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

And of course, AJ in his Tesco polo shirt…

Part 14 - Finale Evan looked over at Benji who just absorbed the Stone’s powers. “Benji… you’re a God now,” said Evan, walking towards him, a little skeptically. “Yea…” said Benji, looking pleased with himself. “Throwing Malcolm down the road. I’m not going to lie, it felt good.” “You took so long to ponder it over… when I offered to share the powers with you. Do you think you’re sure you want them?” Benji looked at him, with a smirk. “Oh… yea I want them now. I saw what Malcolm could do, you think I just want to throw away that kind of power?” Evan was a bit taken aback by his sudden cockiness. But he also remembered getting the powers initially. It was infectious. Evan however was starting to get a bit nervous though. “Oh, don’t worry Evan.” said Benji grinning, seeing the nervous look on his face. “I’m still happy to share my powers with you.” His powers, thought Evan, annoyed. They were Evan’s, he found the stone… but he couldn’t say anything to upset Benji. At least until he had the powers back. “So…” said Evan carefully. “You’re still keen to make me a God to, enjoy the powers together?” “Why wouldn’t I be, just this time maybe I’ll have you worship me!” laughed Benji who began growing into a muscle hunk. Becoming bigger than Evan had been when he first met Benji. “Wanted my bodybuilder form to be a bit bigger than yours cause… why not? You want a feel wee man?” Benji was toying with him first, but Evan knew how to play this. “Fuck yea, you’re what? 8 foot tall?” “To right,” laughed Benji, hitting a most muscular. “And who knows how heavy!” Evan began running his hands over Benji’s massive arms. Benji was loving it, being used to being the small one. As Evan began sucking his nipples, Benji tossed his head back in please. “Yes yes, service me. Fuck.” Evan then slid his hand down Benji’s abs and grabbed his cock and began stroking it. “Yea, you like that big man,” Benji nodded, whimpering in pleasure. Evan grinned, even with all that power. Evan still knew how to be in charge of Benji. “We’ll be like this every day.” claimed Evan. “Once I have my powers back. I’ll give you pleasure more than you could ever imagine.” “FUCK!” Benji replied. “I want Godly Evan back.” “DO IT!” cried Evan. “Let’s put on a show, as we grow into muscle giants together!” “YESSSS!” screamed Benji. Then looking right in to Evan’s eyes he cried. “BECOME A GOD!” This time, Evan felt it. Unlike with the stone, he felt a wave of energy come in to his body. And he knew his Godhood had been restored. “Thank you Benji.” said Evan, looking in to his eyes. And Evan kissed Benji deeply, Benji getting lost in the moment. But Evan wasn’t. He didn’t like Benji’s cocky attitude, even if he was able to control the situation. He didn’t like Malcolm being not just a threat to him, but to the world at large. But most of all, Evan didn’t like anyone having his powers. Or there being any threat to his dominance. Evan opened his eyes, still kissing Benji to keep him occupied and spotted the God Stone still where Benji had dropped it. Evan levitated the stone up, pulled it towards him, until it made contact with Benji. Benji immediately returned to his old size and broke off Evan. Looking at him in shock. “Sorry Benji,” said Evan, freezing him in place. “I couldn’t take the risk sharing my gift. I don’t think you’re like Malcolm but I decided I should be the one and only God.” Benji looked hurt and angry, “The Stone will always be your weakness but, I could have helped you.” “Oh, but you did,” said Evan. “I need the power of two Gods to destroy the Stone. I already have my power, and now I have yours.” Evan walked over to the now ruby stone, hoping this would work. And picked it up. He braced himself incase it tried to sap him, but it didn’t. Grinning, Evan released the stone, it losing it’s colour once more. Benji’s God power was now inside him as well. Doubling his power. He could feel it. He was in touch with everything around him. He knew that he was unstoppable now. “And to prove my powers!” Evan cried. “Watch this!” And Evan blasted a beam of energy at the God Stone and it was removed from existence. “HA! That’s it! Nothing can stop me now!” And Evan let go! He didn’t need to worry about hiding any more. He was unstoppable. The world was his oyster. He began growing. Up as tall as the buildings. As he looked down on the puny humans he said, in a magically magnified voice. “I am your new God. I will rule this world as I see fit. I will be benevolent, I will make the world a better place but know this. There is no point in trying to stop me. I will take normal forms and go out among you. Enjoy life as I please. But I will also have more power than any of your leaders can even dream of. I know some will resist initially, but you’ll see it’ll prove futile and all will come to worship me.” Evan looked down. Some people on the street had already dropped to their knees. Oh yes. He thought to himself. This is going to be a hell of a lot of fun!

CHAPTER 6 – Silent night The game on the 21st was a narrow loss — the team had a bad night — but it was a two-game series, and they made up for it by absolutely demolishing the same opponents two nights later, winning 8–1. When Kyle emerged from the locker room after the game, Lauren was waiting for him, not far from where he’d knocked her down a couple of months back. “Hey you,” he said, smiling as he bent down to kiss her cheek. “Hey you,” she said. He reached around, playfully grabbing her ass with a hand the size of a catcher’s mitt. She giggled, lightly slapping his forearm. “Control yourself, skater boy.” “Mmmm, just wait till we get home,” he growled in her ear. “I’ll show you just how much control I have.” She giggled. “You ready to go?” “Yup,” she said, hefting the small bag she’d brought with a few changes of clothes. She was going to stay the whole Christmas break at Kyle’s place. “God, three whole days of not being here. I can’t wait.” “No morning skates, no conditioning drills, no film reviews …” “No status meetings, no promotional plans, no vendor invoices …” “So let’s stop talking about it and get outta here, shall we?” It was almost midnight by the time they got to Kyle’s place. As he unlocked the door, Lauren looked up at the window arches on the front facade. “What’s that colored glow coming from inside?” “You’ll see …” said Kyle, mischievously. He followed her up the creaky stairs, and when she turned the corner, she gasped and dropped her bag. In the center of the large room stood a 15-foot balsam fir tree. The whole thing was decorated with strands of lights and tinsel, going right up to the very top, where a shiny gold star was nearly touching the high ceiling. “Merry Christmas,” he said. “What do you think? I’ve never done a Christmas tree on my own before.” “When did you … I mean where did you … how did you even get this in here?!” “Not telling,” he teased. “But mmphh—” she started to say, the words cut off as Kyle gently pressed a finger to her lips. “Hush,” he said, “no more talking now.” He peeled off his t-shirt and tossed it down onto the sofa, baring his awesomely muscled torso, rolling his massive shoulders as if warming up for a workout. He scooped her up effortlessly in two mighty arms. “My plans for the rest of this evening don’t involve any words at all. Any objections?” Held across his chest, Lauren ran one of her hands affectionately over his thick hairy pec. Then she looked up at him, smiled, and silently shook her head. She woke early the next morning. The huge east-facing windows made for a glorious view of the sunrise over the lake, but so much light also made it very hard to sleep in. She was a little sore from the night before, to be honest. A good kind of sore, though. A big win always made Kyle especially … enthusiastic. She didn’t mind too much. Somehow it made the game scores actually mean more. Kyle was still sleeping soundly. She disentangled herself from her naked boyfriend’s massive limbs and started to get up. A powerful arm hooked itself around her and pulled her back down. There was no fighting his strength, she might as well have played tug-of-war with a bulldozer. “How can you sleep in here when it’s so bright?” she whispered in his ear. Grunting, he reached over towards the bedside table and groped about with his other hand. Finding the remote, he pressed the button, and there was a gentle whir as blackout shades descended from the ceiling, covering the windows and returning the room to peaceful darkness. “Oh,” she said, curling up against his broad chest again. Might as well get some more sleep, she thought. Two hours later she woke up again. It was still dark, but she had to get up anyway. Fortunately Kyle’s gentle snoring was a sign he wasn’t going to put up a fight again. Careful not to wake him this time, she slipped out of his arms and got to her feet, softly padding off towards the bathroom. Kyle may have built himself a very nice kitchen, but he was still a total bachelor. The huge sleek stainless steel fridge held little besides beer and assorted takeout containers of indeterminate age. He did have a fancy German coffee maker, though, and eventually she figured out what buttons to press to get it to do something. Checking the fridge again, she found a container of cream in the door, and what’s more, it was actually still good. She curled up on the sofa, warm mug in hand, enjoying the smell of hot coffee mixed with the woodsy fresh scent of Kyle’s absurdly enormous tree. A rustling sound came from the tree. Lauren straightened up, instantly on alert. “Kyle?” she said. The rustling repeated itself, and there was a clatter as one of the silver balls fell from a low branch of the tree and bounced onto the floor. “Uh, Kyle!” she said, louder, and a little more panicked. Then a lean gray cat with a crooked tail emerged from under the tree, turning his yellow eyes on Lauren and emitting a distinctly complaining meow. Kyle has a cat? she thought. He’d never mentioned having a pet of any kind. The cat padded around the room silently, sniffing things, following one of those curving paths that only cats can see. From behind her she heard the heavy thuds of some much larger feet. Turning around she saw her giant boyfriend, clad only in his boxers, arms bulging as he yawned and stretched and ran his fingers through his messy hair. “Oh,” he said, still yawning and scratching his chest. “You’ve met Parker.” “I didn’t know you had a cat.” “I don’t,” he said, grabbing a mug and pouring himself some coffee. Lauren looked over at Parker. “No, I checked, it’s definitely a cat.” Kyle took a swallow from his mug, and Lauren could almost see him wake up a little more as the caffeine hit him. “I know he’s a cat,” he said, stifling another yawn. “But he’s not mine.” “Whose is he?” “He’s his own, as far as I know. He was already living here when I bought the place.” Kyle sat down on the sofa and patted his huge thighs. Parker immediately jumped up onto Kyle’s lap, accepting some ear scritches with a lazily satisfied expression on his little furry face. “It’s taken a couple of years, but we’ve come to an arrangement. I think he’s finally accepted me as co-owner of his firehouse.” It was Christmas Eve. They spent the morning going to the grocery stores before they closed for the holiday, getting everything they’d need for the big Christmas dinner Lauren was planning. They stopped by her apartment, filling a box full of kitchen gadgets and utensils that she needed but Kyle didn’t own. Then an afternoon walk along the chilly lakeshore, followed by a takeout supper from a local Chinese restaurant. They spent the evening snuggled up together on the sofa in front of the tree, big mugs of hot chocolate (with extra marshmallows) in their hands. It was all very cozy and relaxing, but with their schedules, 11pm was basically just the end of the work day, and neither of them was the least bit sleepy. Besides, Lauren could tell something was troubling Kyle. He’d hidden it well, disguised it by keeping them busy running around all day, but when he was quiet … that’s when she could tell. It felt like he was wrestling with something. She decided to ask, as gently as she could. “Kyle?” she said, quietly. “Yeah?” “Is there something you want to tell me?” There was a long, long silence. “Can you keep a secret?” “Of course.” “I mean a big, serious secret. One you promise to take to your grave. You don’t breathe a word of it to your friends, your family, anyone. No hints, no suggestions. If anyone asks you about it, you lie, convincingly and without hesitation.” Lauren was silent for a minute, thinking about whether she could make that kind of commitment to him. “Yes.” “Then I want to show you something. Get your coat.” “We’re going outside?” “Yeah. Not far, though.” As she bundled up for the cold outside, she couldn’t help noticing that Kyle was not doing the same. In fact he’d pulled his shirt off. “Come on,” he said, gesturing for her to follow. “Don’t you need your coat too?” she asked, but he didn’t answer. He led her to a small door at the back of the living room. She’d assumed it was a closet or utility room or something, but when he opened it she could see that behind the door was a steep narrow staircase leading up to the roof. “Follow me,” he said, starting to climb. They emerged onto the large flat roof of the old firehouse. A biting wind was coming in off the lake, cold enough for Lauren to feel instantly on the tip of her nose. Kyle, standing there bare-chested, didn’t seem to notice it, even as it ruffled the hair on his pecs. “You must be freezing,” she said, almost pleadingly, thinking he must be miserable. He ignored her, bending down and scooping her up in his great arms. For one wild second she thought he was going to throw her off the building. “Kyle, what are you doing?” she said, panic rising in her voice. But he made no move towards the edge. “Try not to worry,” he said. “I promise you’re safe.” It was probably meant to reassure her, but it had just the opposite effect. And then they began to rise up into the night sky. Lauren’s eyes were wide with fear as she saw the surrounding buildings dropping away. “K-Kyle … what’s happening …” she tried to say, but she couldn’t make her throat work right. They rose higher and higher, a hundred feet, two hundred, more. She struggled against his grip but his arms were like iron. She managed to twist around far enough to see down, at all the tiny lights, the neat grid pattern of the old industrial area of the city as it shrank away far beneath them. She closed her eyes, unable to take any more, shaking with terror. “Kyle please, stop whatever it is you’re doing.” “Lauren, you won’t be harmed,” came his familiar deep voice. “The thing you need to know is … I’m not like other people.” She opened her eyes and looked up at him, and immediately yelped in fear. The subtle steel gray of his irises had been replaced by an unearthly deep red glow, like he had burning coals instead of eyes. She squeezed her own eyes shut as hard as she could, hoping to wake up from this nightmare, but it didn’t work. Then she felt a wave of gentle warmth wash over her, taking the freezing cold away like a summer breeze. She dared to look again. His eyes were brighter now, the red tinged with fiery orange. Somehow he was doing this, she realized. Making it less cold. For her. “Can we go back now? Please?” Her voice was a frightened whisper. “All right,” he said gently. They began to descend, dropping down to be amongst the buildings again, until his big bare feet touched down on the roof of the firehouse. He carried her over to the top of the stairs and gently set her down. She stumbled and he steadied her. “Can you manage the stairs?” She nodded, and he followed her down, closing the roof hatch and the closet door as they returned to the living room. Her world had changed. Everything was different now. What she’d just experienced was supposed to be physically impossible. Every certainty she had: home, work, family, friends … it was all coming into question now that it seemed that reality was all a lie. Kyle led Lauren to the sofa and sat her back down. He pressed the still-warm mug of cocoa into her hands — they’d only been gone ten minutes or so, though it seemed like a lifetime. “I know you’ll have questions,” he said softly. “Whenever you’re ready, I can answer them. Or at least I can try.” She rocked back and forth on the cushion, her eyes staring blankly. Slowly, things started to come back into focus. “What are you?” she asked. “I don’t know.” “Are you an alien?” “I don’t know.” “Some kind of government experiment?” Kyle shrugged helplessly. “I don’t know. If I knew, I would tell you. But I only know that I’m different.” “Does anyone else know about … you?” “Two people did.” Did, she realized. Past tense. His parents. No wonder he felt so alone, carrying this secret all by himself since they died. She reached out and clasped his giant hand with her own small one. Even though he’d scared the living daylights out of her, she couldn’t help wanting to comfort him. “Thank you for trusting me,” she said. “I didn’t want to scare you. But I had to prove it to you, if I’d just told you you’d have thought I was crazy, you’d never have believed it.” She actually managed to chuckle. “You’re right. I wouldn’t have. God, even now I’m still not sure it was real.” His eyes flicked upward, toward the roof. “Want to go again?” “No!” she said, firmly. “Okay.” “At least, not yet.” She felt calmer now. Some of the blank disbelief had faded. He was still Kyle, just … different. “So what all can you do? Apart from very good impressions of an elevator and a space heater.” That brought a flicker of a smile to his face. “Well, like you saw, I can fly. And you saw the heat vision.” She nodded. “That was only a little bit, by the way. I can crank it up and focus it tightly, burn right through shit.” She swallowed nervously. “And I’m strong,” he continued, starting to sound a little more confident. “As in, steel-bending, concrete-crushing strong. Did I ever tell you about the first time I met Coach Simmons?” “No …” “He was evaluating all the new guys, wanted to know how much I could lift. I knew I had to hide my real strength from him, but when I got there, I realized I didn’t have any idea how much a guy my size was ‘supposed’ to be able to bench press. So I figured, well, they probably make the bars big enough that a big dude can do it with a full bar. So that’s what I did.” “You didn’t!” “I mean, why would they make them so long otherwise? Why have the space if no one’s ever gonna use it all?” She had to admit he had a point, but it was still ridiculous. “But when I finished, I set the full bar back down and looked over, and Simmons had just gone white. Like all the blood had drained from face. That’s when I realized I’d really fucked it up.” Lauren was giggling out loud by then. “So I had to kind of tone it down the rest of the session. But I couldn’t sandbag too much, or he’d wonder why my bench press was so out of whack compared to everything else. So I think he ended up with some very confusing numbers on his spreadsheet.” Now she was shaking with laughter, clutching onto his arm. “Look, I was just nervous, okay?!” Gasping for air, she finally managed to stop laughing. It was ridiculous. “Oh god, you’re such a massive dork,” she said, patting his huge bare chest. Kyle grinned sheepishly. “He’s been kinda suspicious of me ever since.” “No shit, sherlock. I wonder why.” “So, yeah, anyway. Flight, heat vision, strength. What else is there? Pretty superhuman reflexes, I think, and superhuman speed too. Probably invulnerable, at least to a lot of things. I fired a shotgun at myself once and it bounced right off. Some kind of x-ray vision, I can see through stuff if I concentrate.” “How did you fire a shotgun at yourself?” The only thing she could picture was him putting it in his mouth, and that was too sad and too gruesome to think about. “Well, like I said, super speed. I fired it in an empty field, then ran around and got out in front of the bullet. Barely felt a thing. When I found the bullet on the ground after, it was all mashed flat.” “Jesus …” “Oh, and telekinesis. That one’s kinda new.” “Tele…?” “…kinesis. I can move stuff just by thinking about it. Check it out.” He twisted around, looking over at one of the side tables. A curvy glass sculpture silently rose up in the air, turned 360 degrees end-over-end, then deposited itself back down onto the table. “See?” Lauren shivered. “What do you mean, it’s new?” “Well, the powers didn’t all just appear one day. They kinda came on bit by bit. I started getting some serious strength after about my eleventh birthday. By my twelfth it was starting to get a little crazy. I remember being out hiking in the woods with my dad, and showing him how I could take a rock the size of my fist, and if I squeezed it as hard as I could, it would just go pop and shatter into gravel. I thought it was the coolest thing ever, but it really freaked him out. I’ll never forget the look on his face. I didn’t know that being able to do that wasn’t normal. But he told me not to show anyone else, or tell them about it.” “Is that why you weren’t in school?” “Yeah, not long after that they pulled me out. Probably worried about me revealing my strange abilities, or maybe even hurting the other kids by accident or something. Either way they wanted to keep an eye on me. Anyway, the heat vision came a little later, and then the x-ray stuff after that. No, wait — it was the other way around. Or was there something in between? At some point I realized I could fly, too. I guess the exact order doesn’t matter.” “But the telekinesis is new?” “Oh yeah. That just started, like, a year and a half ago. I started noticing little stuff — coins and paper clips and shit, kinda twitching sometimes when I looked at them. When I was working on building this place, I’d do something like drop a screw and found I could just pick it back up with a thought.” “Handy.” “Yeah. And it kept getting stronger from there.” “How much stronger?” “Well, back in the summer, about a month before the tryouts, I took a trip out to a junkyard and crushed an old car.” “With your mind?” “Yah. And it was super easy, like crunching an empty beer can in my fist. So I bet it’s pretty strong.” “That was July? What about now?” “I haven’t had time to try it since. Been kinda busy since I made the team, ya know?” Lauren looked around his bachelor pad. “Kyle, when you say you did the demo and remodeling work here yourself, you mean …?” “Ripped it apart with my bare hands, yeah. This whole upper floor was a bunch of little rooms and hallways, I just tore it all out. Crunched all the shit up and hauled it out in my truck. It was hella fun, honestly.” Lauren could just picture it. Huge hulking Kyle. In her mind’s eye he was dressed as a construction worker. Faded jeans and big dirty work boots, a snug tank top stretched across his big chest — or maybe just stripped to the waist — casually smashing his massive fist through an old brick wall. Tearing off old timber beams and snapping them like toothpicks. Of course he would have enjoyed that. She’d have liked to see it, honestly. Just thinking about it was doing funny things to her insides. “When you’re out on the ice — like, in a game, I mean — what’s it like?” Kyle thought for a minute. “Well, some of it — the strength, the speed, the reflexes — is just part of who I am. I can’t turn it off. I have to control it, not go too fast or hit guys too hard. But I try to avoid actual cheating too much.” “What do you mean, cheating?” “You know, like, invisibly grabbing hold of the puck and making it go into the net or something. Once in a while I can’t resist, though.” “Doesn’t sound like cheating to me. Just … using your natural abilities. Right? There’s no rule against it.” “Maybe, but I don’t think most people would see it that way. At best it’s … well, it’s like playing in the wrong league. Like an NHL pro playing in a peewee game against a bunch of five-year-olds. Unfair.” “Well, when you find a couple dozen more guys like you, you can form your own superpower hockey league.” Lauren paused as a thought occurred to her. “Wait a sec. Are there more of you? More guys with your kind of abilities?” Kyle shrugged. “Never come across one.” Lauren felt a little relieved. The idea of a couple dozen Kyles loose in the world … was a little scary, to be honest. She kept thinking about Kyle on the ice. “So could you win every game, if you wanted?” “We could probably crush every opponent 20–0, if I tried. But it would be boring, no one would want to watch.” “True. How do you pick which games to lose?” “I don’t go that far. I never throw games, but some nights I just kinda … ease off. Only give it about 5% effort and let whatever happens happen. You might be surprised at how many they’ve won without any special help from me. They’re great players, the changes Camden made after last season helped a lot, and the Wolves would be doing well this year even without me.” “But not as well.” Kyle chuckled. “Not as well, no.” Lauren sighed. “That’s kind of too bad that you don’t just, you know, decide what the score will be. Some parts of my job would be a lot easier if I knew the game results in advance.” “Sorry, not gonna happen. Even when I am trying harder, I don’t just score ten goals in the first period. I try to set up the other guys, make them look good.” “Helping your brothers out?” “Something like that. It’s more fun for everyone that way — for them, for me, for the fans. But don’t tell anyone.” “Of course not. I promised, and I meant it.” She snuggled up against him, feeling more relaxed. With her fingertip she traced along the ridges of his firm stomach, outlining every solid brick. “Kyle … what happened in the Boston game last week?” Kyle sighed. “In a way, you know, Eklund was right about what he said. I don’t normally get mad about plays.” “But Visser got to you?” “It annoyed me that he was beating up on one of my guys. Someone I was supposed to protect. And I was kind of embarrassed that Camden had to point out that I was supposed to do something about it, when I should have figured that out myself. It all made me a little angry.” “It looked … it looked like you were really going to hurt him.” Kyle shook his head. “Nah, not even close. Mostly I was concentrating on making it look scary without doing any permanent damage. He’ll be okay. I saw the other day he’s already back to skating with the team in practice.” Lauren was glad to hear it. Kyle was a good guy. She’d always known it. But there’d been something in the way he was talking. Something hidden, and dark. “Is that the worst it’s been? Have you ever … really hurt anyone?” Please, she thought, say no. She wanted to believe that he’d only ever used his power for good. But as Kyle’s silence stretched on, she felt a sinking feeling in her stomach. And she knew. It was obvious, really. “The drunk driver. The one who killed your parents.” “Oh, you mean ‘good kid who just made a mistake’?” he said, with acid in his voice. “The 20-something unemployed son of the fucking local sheriff? Whose so-called ‘punishment’ was losing his license plus six months fucking probation? It wasn’t enough for me. I was sixteen, I had all these powers I didn’t understand, and he’d taken my only family away. So I did something about it.” “Oh Kyle … what did you do?” “Swooped down out of the sky in broad daylight when no one was around, scooped him up, and just took off. As far as anyone else knew he just disappeared one day. I took him way up north, into the hills. I landed, threw him down to the ground. All I could feel was anger, and power, and hate, flowing through me like a river of fire. I was going to make him pay. I told him to run for it if he wanted to live. Blasted a crater in the ground at his feet when he didn’t move, and he took off. I chased him for like a mile, maybe two. Hurling boulders the size of cars to make him dodge. Setting the ground around him on fire, making him run through smoke and flames. He was screaming, claiming the accident wasn’t his fault, begging me to stop. Eventually he just couldn’t run any more. He was panting, exhausted, gasping for air as I walked up to him. He’d pissed his pants in fear.” “Did you … kill him?” But she knew the answer. If he’d revealed his powers … Kyle’s eyes flashed with the memory. “Oh, I didn’t just kill him. I wanted him to suffer. I played with him. Every time he tried to make some pathetic excuse for what happened, I snapped another limb. You know how many little bones there are in a person’s hand? I crushed each one, slowly, one by one. Pop, pop, pop, just like those little rocks I’d been so proud to break, showing off for my dad a few years before. I burned him. Burned holes through him. There was no one around for miles, it didn’t matter how much noise we made. I liked hearing him scream. I don’t know how long it went on for. Eventually I realized he’d expired at some point, and I was just mangling a corpse. So I cremated what was left, turning him to ash so there’d be nothing left of him.” Lauren thought she might be sick. “But that wasn’t enough. I went back to town. I was gonna wipe out his whole crooked family too, even though he was already dead and wouldn’t know it. But I got distracted by something on the way.” Kyle paused to take a breath. ”On the edge of town there was a bar. As I was passing overhead, I saw a guy come out, stumbling. It was dusk, he looked like he’d been drinking all day. He got in his car, I could see it kinda weaving unsteadily as he drove across the gravel lot. And I thought, no. No more. I’m gonna stop this shit before it starts. As he pulled onto the road, I went into a dive, fists out in front of me, curving around and smashing right into the side of his car. Boom. Turned the guy into chunky salsa, instantly. Car all crushed in like a cheap toy, upside-down in the ditch by the road. One less fucking drunk on the roads.” “Doing it once wasn’t enough, though. I still wanted more. So I went hunting. Crisscrossing the sky over half the state until three in the morning, watching for people coming out of bars and pubs and little roadhouses by the highway. You get in a car while hammered and I see it? Boom, you’re dead. No fucking around. Instant consequences. No more fucking dead victims on my watch. I killed 23 drunks that night.” Kyle was shaking slightly, a couple of tears rolling down his cheek as he relived the memory. But eventually his breathing slowed. “That was when I left home for good.” His voice was low, but steady. “That was the worst thing I’ve ever done.” Lauren was too shocked to think. She shivered with cold, like her circulation wasn’t working properly. She didn’t know if she wanted to give Kyle a hug, or to flee from the building and never see him again. “It’s after midnight,” said Kyle, looking over at the clock on the wall. “Let’s go to bed.” Numbly she got to her feet, functioning purely by rote. “Oh hey, you know what that means?” “What?” she said blankly. “Merry Christmas.” He bent down and gave her a quick peck on the cheek, like when they were first dating and he’d been so shy and awkward about it. She wanted to cry. “I’m so tired,” was all she said. She padded barefoot down the hallway and crawled into the cold bed, hiding herself under the covers. She laid awake, expecting to hear heavy footsteps coming down the hall any moment. But she heard nothing. She was scared to realize she felt — relieved. Lauren knew it wasn’t his fault, not exactly. But she didn’t know who he was anymore. She wanted her old Kyle back. Fun, easygoing, adorkable Kyle. Not scary, superpowered, psycho-killer Kyle. She wished he’d never told her who he really was. Thanks for getting this far! To read the rest, visit bit.ly/superstar-book to download the full ebook!

Chapter 4 Life on the farm had been far from normal for the last two months. Keith and Bruce were rarely seen, spending most of their time in the large barn that was now solely used as a gym. A new barn was being built to house the butcher shop. There were also a number of new people working the farm, hired to allow Keith and Bruce time to focus on only one thing, their growth. Will was the farm’s foreman, the first person hired. He was busy making sure work on the new barn was progressing while all the other work on the farm was taken care of. He liked the farm life and handled the work well. That certainly wasn’t the case on his first day. Having spent most of his life on a farm and at 54 years old, he wasn’t easily shocked. Stepping out of his truck, he immediately heard unfamiliar sounds. He knew they weren’t the typical sounds of bulls or any farm animal for that matter. He approached the large barn, the source of the noise. As he reached the door, Keith stepped out of the house. “I’d avoid going in there if I were you?” Will turned to see the thick, handsome owner walking towards him. He extended his hand and felt Keith’s incredibility strong grip, causing him to wince. “What’s going on in there?” Will asked. “In time. Good to see you Will. What do you think of the place?” Keith said, motioning towards the large open fields that sprawled in every direction. They had met in town a few weeks previously so Will had not seen the farm until now. “It’s beautiful Keith, a really great spot.” Will said, his attention still preoccupied by the increasingly loud noises coming from the barn. “Let’s take a drive around so you can see everything. I also want to share the plans for the new butcher barn.” “Isn’t this the barn?” Will asked, looking at the large structure that appeared to be in perfect condition. “Not anymore. We need something new built.” Will just shook his head and followed Keith to his truck. Will couldn’t help notice that Keith looked different than he had when they met two weeks ago. “Was he bigger?” Will thought as he climbed into Keith’s truck. An hour later, the two men arrived back at the main house. Will was impressed by the farm and excited about the increased meat production Keith spoke about during the tour. “So Keith, what will be my exact role?” “Everything Will. You’ll run the whole farm and supervise the new barn construction.” “But, what will you be doing?” Will said, not wanting to sound ungrateful for the opportunity. His concentration was once again broken by the sounds coming from the huge barn. “I’m sorry Keith but I need to know what’s going on in there. If you’re up to something shady shit, tell me now.” Keith chuckled. “Don’t worry Will, it’s nothing like that. In fact, it’s the answer to your question. Come on, I’ll show you what I’ll be doing while you run the place.” Keith said as he started to slide open the huge barn door. The inside of the barn was dark and it took Will’s eyes a minute to adjust. The strange sounds he heard outside became much louder once inside. They sounded like heavy equipment mixed with animals being tortured. His heart started to beat faster. There was a massive crash near the back of the wide open barn, shaking the whole building. From the shadows an impossibly massive figure slowly approached. “WHAT THE FUCK!” Will yelled and pivoted towards the door but was held in place by Keith. “Will, this is Bruce.” Bruce stepped into the light. He was only wearing a pair of shorts that just covered his ample crotch. He was breathing hard and rivers of sweat ran down his fully pumped body. Keith gripped Will’s arm harder when he felt the man’s legs start to give, keeping him from collapsing to the floor. Will’s eyes became so wide, it looked like his eyes might pop out of his head. He emitted a sound similar to air leaving a tire. Keith felt his whole body tremble. Bruce stopped moving a stood perfectly still, staring at Will’s terrified face. He didn’t have to flex to showoff his inhumanly large physique. He now weighed over 520lbs and it didn’t take a knowledgable muscle fanatic to realize people should not look like him. “W-W-W-HAT THE FUCK!” Will screamed again, failing to break free of Keith’s grasp. “As you can see Will, Bruce is without a doubt, the largest, most muscular and powerful creature to ever walk this earth. you may have noticed, I’ve been getting bigger myself. Bruce and I are on our own mission now, to become even bigger and much more freaky.” Will was blubbering like a toddler and nothing he said made sense. Keith let go of him and approached Bruce. The difference in their size was comical. While Keith was a few inches taller, Bruce completely eclipsed Keith’s formidable body. “I know this isn’t what you expected.” Keith said as Bruce began to raise his arms. “But as you can see, Bruce is developing the most outrageously huge body the world has ever seen.” Bruce’s arm were parallel with the floor and even fully extended, they appeared thicker than Keith’s entire body. Slowly, Bruce curled his fists and started to bend his arms. “I was exactly were your were when I first met Bruce. I never imagined someone like this could exist.” Bruce’s arms bent as far as they could before the thick slabs of his biceps collided with the equally thick slabs of his forearms, both covered in a staggering amount of garden-hose sized veins. His triceps hung like sides of beef from each arm, pressing against his dense, vascular lat muscles. “Just look at how massive Bruce is. These arms are almost 42”. Have you ever seen something so freaky, so incredible? I realized that I wanted the same thing Will. I wanted to become as jacked and freaky as Bruce.” Bruce held his arms in position and finally started to flex. His already blood-engorged, pumped arms started to morph into something more extreme and terrifying. Striations appeared across every inch of Bruce’s nearly translucent flesh, while countless more veins erupted in every direction. The mind-boggling size of Bruce’s arms inflated to what appeared to be twice their original size. “This is why you are here Will. We can’t be distracted from what we want to achieve. This barn is our home, our torture chamber and our laboratory. Can you handle this job knowing that?” Will had yet to move. His eyes hadn’t even blinked. He emitted a faint whimper as his head fell backwards and he collapsed on the floor. Will remembers waking up on the sofa in the main house. He looked up to see Keith’s face and terror gripped him again. What had he just witnessed? What had he been brought into? Will went home that night not knowing if he would return to the farm. He had never seen anything like Bruce. He tossed and turned all night but the next morning, he was inexplicably drawn back to the farm where over the following two months, he found his groove while Bruce and Keith remained a constant intriguing and quite frankly, intoxicating presence. As usual, Will was the first to arrive at the farm. He did a quick walk through of the new butcher barn, eager to get it finished so beef production could begin again. The door of the main house swung open as he walked out of the new barn. Keith stood on the porch with a cup of coffee in his hand. Will had to stop and stare. In the past two months, Keith’s transformation was nothing short of miraculous. His once thick, athletic 260lb body had ballooned into what looked like an off-season professional bodybuilder. “Morning Will, how are things looking?” “Good Keith. I’m determined to get the barn finished in the next two days.” Will said, unable to look away. Keith stepped off the porch, he was wearing a stringer tank that barely covered his upper body and very short shorts that exposed his huge quads. As he moved, every quad muscle flexed and twitched. Keith was saying something but Will wasn’t paying attention. “I’m sorry Keith, I didn’t catch that.” “You looked distracted.” Keith said with a chuckle as his free hand rubbed his meaty left quad. “I’m sorry. I know I see you from time to time but I can’t get over how much bigger you’ve gotten in just two months.” “It’s been pretty wild lately. I’m gaining weight like crazy. I’m hoping to crack 300lbs this week.” “Holy shit!” Will said just as the contractors building the barn pulled up the driveway. The four carpenters climbed out, each looking at Keith’s body with obvious envy. “Morning guys. Will was telling me the barn is almost finished.” “Y-y-yeah, well hopefully.” “Is there a problem?” Keith asked. “We have the final support beam to secure but I just got a call that the lift I rented isn’t available for another week.” “Well that won’t do. We need to get back into production soon.” Will said sounding frustrated. Keith walked into the barn as the others followed. He looked up at the high ceiling. There was scaffolding in place and laying across it was a 30 foot wooden beam that needed to be attached to the roof. “Is that the beam you need to attach?” “Yes. Once it’s in place, we can clean up, do some finishing touches and move the rest of the machines in.” Keith put is cup of coffee down and started to climb the metal scaffolding. It rattled loudly as he scaled the side. Once at the top, he inspected the heavy wooden beam, running his hand over the rough surface. “What’s it weigh?” The carpenters looked at each other with confusion while a small smile crept across Will’s face. “That’s over 700lbs,” someone said. “Doable. Get up here guys, we’ll get this in place in no time.” Keith said with confidence. Will started to climb the scaffolding but the carpenters froze. “We can’t left that without equipment.” “You don’t need equipment, you have me.” Keith said as the other men to slowly started climbing. The men stared with confused looks on their faces. Keith sauntered to one end of the beam and bent over. He gripped either side, causing his arms to inflate. With no visible effort, he started to lift the beam off the scaffolding platform. “Holy shit!” Someone muttered. With the beam raised a few inches, Keith slid his arms underneath for a better grip. He lowered himself more and positioned his thick, round shoulder under the beam and in doing so, caused his lats to flare. With a small grunt, Keith stood up. His beefy quads exploded with mass, striations and veins. His already short shorts road higher, exposing more of his ripped flesh. Reaching his full height, it was obvious how much strain Keith’s body was under, his muscle ballooned larger, even though he did not seem to be having any trouble maneuvering the heavy beam. To everyone’s amazement, Keith then started to walk towards the centre of the beam. “Get ready at either end.” Keith commanded as he approached the centre of the beam. The men collectively gasped as the opposite end of the beam rose off the platform now completely balanced on just Keith’s huge shoulder. His body shook as he worked to maintain his balance. “FUCK! Look at the size of him.” Someone said as someone else said, “How is this possible?” “Get READY!” Keith yelled and with every eye staring in utter disbelief, he gripped the beam and changed position. With a loud growl, Keith started to shoulder press the 700lb wooden beam. The sight was absolutely incredible. Every muscle on Keith’s body swelled to its maximum size as he manhandled the impossibly huge piece of wood. With one primal scream, he extended his arms over his head and drove the beam flush with the ceiling. “Hurry up and secure it!” Will screamed at the men while he stared in awe at Keith’s ever-swelling body. The carpenters sprung into action and attached the thick metal brackets to either end of the beam as quickly as possible. When they finished, Keith lowered his arms. “KEITH!” Will yelled at the sight of his body. Keith had morphed into a pulsing mass of pumped muscle. Keith looked down at the thick veins that snaked up his bloated forearms. “Oh yeah! That got me REALLY pumped,” he said as he flexed and straightened his arms, causing his biceps to swell and contract. His self-admiration was interrupted by a moan from one of the contractors. He looked up and caught the eye of a young kid that was clearly inthralled. Keith took a step closer and raised his arms into a double bicep pose. “Am I pumped up enough?” He asked the kid who couldn’t respond. With one swift move, Keith whipped his flimsy tank top off and started to perform textbook perfect poses that would dominate the most elite bodybuilding show. The more he posed, the louder his grunts and moans became. “FUCK YEAH! Look at how huge I am!” He yelled between poses, noticing the men approach, many gripping the bulges in their pants. “That’s right men, check out all this pumped up muscle!” The kid placed one hand on Keith’s bloated pec and shuttered in response, his other hand unbuttoned his pants and pulled out his throbbing cock. Another man rubbed Keith’s thick traps from behind, his grip was strong but Keith barely registered his effort. Will lowered himself and wrapped his hands around Keith’s quads which he happily flexed. “YES. GET OFF ON ALL THIS GROWING MUSCLE!” Keith yelled as he held each flex longer, forcing his muscles to swell larger with more veins erupting on the surface of his skin. Someone pulled down Keith’s shorts and took his entire cock in their mouth. “OH FUCK!” Keith screamed and transitioned into a most muscular pose. He flexed every muscle harder than he ever had. His entire body visibly swelled into a scary mass of twisted muscle. “I better feel ALL of you cum as I shoot my load.” Keith roared as the men started to orgasm all around him. Keith let out one final bellow as the man sucking him off gaged on his huge load. He released the pose and the men continued to feel his muscles, rubbing their cum into his skin. Keith had never felt so powerful. He locked eyes with Will and couldn’t resist pulling him close and driving his tongue down the older man’s throat. As Keith descended from the scaffolding, leaving the men staring down from above, he stopped and looked up. “I expect this place ready by the end of the day. Thanks for the warmup but I need to get a real workout in.” He said as he walked out the door towards the neighbouring barn. Keith practically burst through the barn door eager to push his body to the limit. Bruce stopped curling the 150lb dumbbells and stared at Keith’s shirtless body. “Damn Keith, you look huge!” Keith relayed the story of hoisting the 700lb beam into place followed by the intense muscle worship by Will and the contractors, Bruce couldn’t help getting hard. He loved how hardcore Keith had become and he was more and more turned on as Keith continued to get bigger. “I’m sorry I missed all the fun.” Bruce said as his hands caressed Keiths pumped pecs. “That wasn’t the real fun.” Keith said as he walked deeper into the barn, planning his workout. “THIS is the where the real fun is about to happen.” The barn was a hardcore lifter’s dream. The amount of equipment had doubled in the past two months, combined with many augmentations, each piece was designed to test even the most gifted powerlifter. Keith paced around for a minute before settling on the reinforced chin-up bar. He leapt into the air, gripped the metal bar and started to pound out incredibly fast reps using just his body weight. After 30 reps, his sweat-covered back was beginning to look like an exaggerated anatomy chart. He lowered himself but didn’t release the bar. “Strap three plates onto me?” He asked Bruce, who had stopped his own workout to watch Keith. Bruce bundled three 45lb plates together with a heavy chain and effortlessly attached them to a thick leather belt that he wrapped around Keith’s tight waist. With a grunt of thanks, Keith started to perform more very quick reps, his back displaying even more intricate striations. After 20 reps, Keith finally dropped from the bar. His lats ballooned from either side so wide, he couldn’t clap his hands if he wanted to. “FUCK. It’s too light.” Keith said as he undid the belt. He walked to the nearby bench and hoisted the bar loaded with two 45lb plates on either side off the rack and motioned to Bruce to take it. “Place this near my knees once I’m back up there.” Keith once again jumped up and grabbed the bar. He crossed his ankles and bent his knees, giving Bruce a place to lay the 225lb bar. With the bar in place, not only was Keith’s back working to lift the heavier weight, his hamstrings and calves flexed to hold the bar in place. With a loud grunt he slowly pulled himself up until his chin touched the bar. He lowered himself and hung with his arms extended for a few seconds before starting to move up again. He screamed from the intensity of the lift and slowly inched his way to the top of the rep. “You got this Keith, your back looks MASSIVE!” Bruce shouted. Keith hit the top of the rep and paused at the top, his whole body shaking from the effort. “NOT MASSIVE ENOUGH!” He screamed and dropped again but started another rep immediately. Bruce watched in disbelief as Keith willed himself to increase his speed. He managed four more reps before straightening his legs, letting the barbell fall to the floor but he refused to let go of the bar. Screaming from the pain, Keith made it through four more reps before his grip faltered and he fell from the bar. Bruce stepped in to prevent Keith from falling to the floor but stopped when he saw Keith maintain his balance. Keith straightened and turned to face Bruce. His eyes looked manic and he looked past Bruce to his reflection in a nearby mirror. The sight was mind boggling. Keith looked wider than he ever thought he could be. His lats pushed his arms so high they were parallel to the floor, with thick, pulsing veins creeping to the surface of his pale skin. As if the sight wasn’t extreme enough, Keith gritted his teeth, ignoring the pain and flexed his back, growing even wider. “FUCK KEITH! Look at you!” Bruce said, rubbing his hardening cock. “I KNOW! LOOK AT THESE FUCKING LATS. AAAARRRGGGHHHH!” He screamed as he tried to hold the pose as long as he could. “I need to reach 300lbs this week.” Keith said as he finally relaxed the pose, his whole body swollen with pump. “FUCK YEAH! You are really becoming a freak Keith.” Bruce said. “I’m a tiny minion compared to you.” Keith said, turning his attention from his own body. “535lbs this morning and GROWING!” Bruce said with a playful bounce of his massive pecs that Keith swore he could hear flex. “In fact, you’ve inspired me to pump my lats too.” He said and approached the chin-up bar. With barely a hop, his incredibly massive quads propelled him high enough to grip the thick metal bar. Seeing his enormous body dangling was the reason Keith insisted on using reinforced steal, regular metal would not support Bruce’s size. Bruce started to perform very slow reps. His considerable body weight offered plenty of resistance. Keith wondered how he could even maintain his grip pulling so much weight up and down. Instantly, Bruce’s back inflated into a mountain-scape of twisted muscle. His traps swelled and started to incase his head as he grew wider with each rep. Bruce never counted reps, he just kept lifting until he reached failure, which could take a lot of time for most exercises. Keith didn’t care, watching Bruce get pumped to his maximum was intoxicating. As rivets of sweat started to stream down Bruce’s back, he showed no signs of stopping. At the top of each rep, he would stop and squeeze his entire back, causing waves of pulsing muscle to erupt in every direction. Eventually Bruce stopped at the bottom of a rep. Even with his arms extended, they pressed against his face. “Climb on. I need 300lbs of residence.” Keith didn’t need further encouragement. He pulled a bench over and stood on it so his eyes were lined up with Bruce’s glutes. Before grabbing the thick slabs of muscle, he started to pull down Bruce’s shorts. “What are you doing?” Bruce asked. “Just hang on.” Keith joked. “I have an idea that will really get you pumped.” He said as he discarded the shorts and started to rub Bruce’s striated glutes. His nonexistent body fat made them look like they were perpetually flexed. Keith strummed the different muscle fibres like he was playing a banjo, marvelling at how massive and dense the muscles were. Bruce moaned with pleasure and because of his position, couldn’t see that Keith had also shed his shorts. Keith reach up and placed his hands on Bruce’s blood-engorged traps and pulled himself up, his pecs and abs running along Bruce’s rock-hard back muscles. As his fully erect cock grazed Bruce’s ass, the huge man let out a moan. “I’m going to fuck you as you rep us both.” Keith whispered. Bruce just let out a growl and started to pull them both up. Keith’s added weight was offering the resistance Bruce needed but he managed the rep without a problem. As he lowered them down, he felt Keith’s cock enter his ass. “OH FUCK YEAH!” Bruce said as he started to rise again. “Come on big man. GET BIGGER!” Keith yelled as he started to pump his hard dick into Bruce’s tight muscled ass. Bruce let out a bellow and continued to power out rep after rep as Keith continued to drive his cock deep into Bruce’s ass. Keith could feel every muscle of Bruce’s back swell which only made him trust harder. After 20 reps, Keith felt he was getting close to cumming. “Look in the mirror. Look at the freak you are.” He said. Bruce looked across the room and caught his reflection in the mirror. He was so huge, so pumped, Keith wasn’t even visible from behind. His lats were so wide they looked to be double is height. Veins ran from his dripping cock up his etched abs and across his thick pecs before branching off and running over his shoulders and up his arms and forearms. Bruce was mesmerized by the sight and the feeling of Keith’s dick in his ass. With one final rep, he raised them both up and flexed harder than he ever had. The image in the mirror contorted into a thick column of flexed muscle. Bruce could not hold himself back and his cock started to spray cum like a garden hose. He felt Keith’s body shudder as a stream of hot cum filled his ass. Both men roared like wild animals until they had both expelled their full load. Bruce lowered himself, allowing Keith to slide off his back before letting himself drop to the floor. The two huge men just stared at each other’s pumped bodies. “What’s next?” Keith asked Bruce, knowing this was just the beginning of a workout that would go on for hours.

Chapter 3 “What’s it like to be so big?” Keith asked as the two men lay in bed. Bruce was lying on his back, his pecs sitting higher than his face, obscuring his lower body. His right arm was extended underneath Keith’s head, providing him with a hard yet not uncomfortable pillow. The slightest movement was felt by Keith as Bruce’s entire body was unable to remain completely relaxed for too long. “I’m not big. I know that sounds ridiculous but in my mind, I’m not big at all. I’ve felt that way since the very beginning. Back then, I joined the gym to feel a little stronger, look a little better. It didn’t happen immediately but not long after I started, I knew I would never want to stop. For the longest time, I was the only person that could see the changes. I took a couple of years of training before others started to notice. At first it was just a few innocent comments about how my arms looked bigger or a certain shirt looked tighter.” “How did that feel?” Keith asked as he absentmindedly stroked Bruce’s inflated right pec. “It felt great but it also really pissed me off. You see, something had changed in me during those first few years. A switch had be tripped. I became obsessed with the gym, no, with growing. I never thought it would happen, hell, I didn’t even know what bodybuilding was back then. But once I discovered what was possible, how someone could change their body so dramatically, I knew that was all I wanted. People admiring my puny gains sickened me. I was just beginning to realize what was possible and I was so far from where I wanted to be. I started steroids during those early days. I barely had any muscle but I knew I had to do whatever it took to grow. Before long, people started assuming I was an amateur bodybuilder but by then I had already moved on.” “What do you mean?” “I no longer wanted to look like a bodybuilder. Sure, I admired what they were able to accomplish but I craved much more. I believed even the top professionals were holding themselves back and that wasn’t going to be me. I needed to push myself to the absolute limit. When I say I was obsessed, I meant it. I became like an animal. The more muscle I gained, the more focused I became. Fuck, I was a complete asshole back then, hell, I still am. I refused to let anyone stand in my way. At the gym, I used my growing body to intimate everyone. If I wanted a bench, I took it. If I was feeling particularly pumped, I would pose and flex, I didn’t care who was around. All I wanted was to grow bigger, freakier and more grotesque.” Keith shivered. “Grotesque?” “Yes. I knew what I was becoming was not what most people considered pretty. Sure, there is a point where a jacked guy looks hot, and there are even a lot of people that get turned on by even the biggest bodybuilders, but what was happening to me was way beyond that. I was turning into something no one had ever imagined. Even before I reached 300lbs, I didn’t look human. My level of vascularity was way more extreme than others. I looked like I didn’t even have skin. I remember faltering a little back then. Seeing people’s reaction to how I looked. I thought I was taking it too far.” “Really?” “I remember picking some huge dude up once. I only weighed 280lbs, 30lbs more than him. We barely made it back to his place before he was ripping my clothes off. He marvelled at my size. We were both really getting into it. He begged me to pose for him, encouraging me to get as pumped as I could. I obliged and started to flex. At first, he was mesmerized. The more I posed, the more pumped I became. As my body swelled bigger and bigger, I saw his fascination start to change. I was in a trance by now and couldn’t stop flexing. I needed to get as pumped as I could, not for him but for myself. His face started to show fear as I grunted and sweated in front of him. I remember looking down at one point and nearly cumming at the sight of the veins on my arms and pecs. They looked more extreme than ever. I willed myself to flex even harder, my eyes must have looked crazed, I was growling like an animal, my jaw was clenched so tight I was frothing at the mouth. I was so focused I didn’t hear him begging me to stop. I still remember the feeling when I hit that final most muscular pose, every muscle screamed with agony, I had never been so pumped. I relaxed the pose and finally came out of my trance. The poor guy was curled into a ball on the floor weeping uncontrollable. I asked what was wrong and he just started stammering that I was a freak. I felt anger rise in me as I stood over his trembling body. I started to shout that I did exactly what he wanted me to do, get as pumped up as possible. When he whispered that I looked gross, I snapped. ‘Gross! You think I’m gross? Well man, I have some news for you; if you think this is gross you aren’t ready for just how disgusting I will become.’ My own words shocked me but as they flowed from my mouth, I knew I was changed. From that day on, I never questioned my goals again. I wanted people to cower at the sight of me, it meant I was achieving what I set out to do, become an absolute monster.” Keith had sat up in bed, his back now to Bruce. “You ok?” Keith sat there for a moment, he head down, not moving. “No I’m not.” Bruce propped himself up on his elbows. “Keith?” “I’m not ok Bruce.” Keith said as he stood up and turned to face Bruce. “There are a few things you need to understand. First; you are fucking massive but that doesn’t mean you should stop. I never imagined someone could be as huge as you are and now that I know it’s possible, I want to see how much bigger you can get.” Keith climbed back on the bed near Bruce’s feet. His placed his strong hands running along the giant slabs that formed Bruce’s calfs. “Secondly; I personally like how grotesque you look. I’ve never been so terrified and turned on by one person at the same time before. I’m in awe of what you can make all this muscle do and I can’t get enough of how veiny and freaky you look.” With his hands dwarfed by Bruce’s un-flexed quads, Keith leaned down and gently placed his lips on Bruce’s semi-hard cock, causing the big man to moan loudly. Keith started to suck, making Bruce’s cock swell. He withdrew his mouth and grasped the now-hard dick and started to methodically jerk it up and down. “Thirdly, I never knew just how much I wanted to get bigger until this very moment.” “AAAAAHHHHHHH, you mean it?” Bruce said, bucking his hips making Keith bounce like he was riding a bull. “Fuck yes! I want you to help turn me into a roided up, massive freak of nature.” Bruce reached up and grabbed Keith’s shoulders, guiding his mouth towards his now dripping cock. Keith swallowed the entire throbbing member as both men moaned loudly. Keith’s hands travelled up Bruce’s etched abs and explored every deep, iron-hard striation that covered every inch. “OH FUCK YEAH!” Bruce screamed as he neared orgasm. “Let’s grow fucking MASSIVE!” He bellowed as he released his first load of cum. Keith eagerly drank every drop, never releasing his mouth from Bruce’s dick.

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?”

Yeah. Another fucking day. A Saturday when I’d rather be relaxing and working out, but no. I have to come into this goddamn job at this worthless fast food joint. To add insult to injury, my worthless, abusive dad is dropping me off and picking me up, and he’s always busting my chops. (Well, he HAS always abused me, until this morning, this is.) —------- Tatay (my dad) hated it when I started bulking up at ten years’ old and, as I got thicker, more cut and defined, and stronger, he started REALLY getting on my case. I’d be checking out my progress in the mirror and he’d poke his head in and start calling me his big little queer son before smacking me around for no good reason (as if there ever could be). I hit a growth spurt at 14 or 15 and shot to over 6 feet tall. That meant I towered over my dad. He didn’t let that pass by or slow down his deriding insults nor other verbal and physical abuse. He just began calling me his giant bading or bakla. Basically calling me a homo or girly-boy, or just flat out faggot muscle freak when he was pissed (pretty much all the time . . . fucking worthless drunk bastard). Anyway, before work this morning, I pushed back against his homophobic slurs and physical abuse. It’s not that I’m even gay and his slurs pissed me off or anything (I’m more bi, actually, I recently realized), but I’d just had enough of his life-long, constant abuse. It’s funny that when we’re growing up, we accept that we don’t have power over those abusing us and, as we grow, we can stay stuck in that submissive and inferior attitude and role. I was in my room checking on the progress I was making on my body when my dad walked by, stopped, turned and came into my room. I saw him in the mirror as he entered, baseball bat in hand, and red with anger, as usual. I heard him hiss, “You fucking queer muscle FREAK! Get ready to go to your nothing job.” as he lifted the bat to swing at me. I turned, looked down at his twisted, derision-spewing face, and shoved him with surprising and contemptuous ease. As he flew across the room, it struck me: I could have stood up to this pathetic little fuck years ago. As I watched him hit the wall with a thud and slide to the floor, I felt strong and empowered. I saw the shock on his face as he straightened up and stood to his full, slim 5 feet, 4 inch height. His shocked face melded into a more fearful look and . . . something else I couldn’t quite define. He licked his lips and his eyes dilated noticeably. I clenched my fists, my thick, full muscles flexed hard, I felt my cock twitch and throb a bit larger. I felt truly powerful and in control at home for the first time and it seemed to affect me sexually. It felt good taking control, being the one in power, in control of one now so obviously inferior to me in every way. It struck me that I could have stood up to him long, long before. “Get the hell away from me, you pathetic excuse for a man!” I blurted. The anger and power in my voice surprised even me! I felt my cock engorging with my hot blood and pushing the front of my posing-trunks down, the thick, veined shaft base creeping into the view of my dad. Tatay cringed as he took in my powerfully muscled body, rippling with powerful brawn, as if seeing it for the first time. He must have caught a glimpse of the movement of my posing trunks as he marveled at the rest of my thick, bare body, because I heard a gasp of disbelief. He quickly shoved his hands into his pockets. For some unknown reason, my cock throbbed larger at his reaction. He dropped the bat and bolted from the room. “That’s the LAST time you’ll fuck with me, you useless fuck of a dad!” I ranted as I followed him out of the room without thinking. I turned to chase him into his room, I don’t know why or what I was going to do, but the chase was unnecessary. He stood in the middle of the hall, eyes closed, his little dick out and hard as he stroked feverishly. I felt a blast of pre-cum rocket from the slit of my mushroom tip and through the skin-tight fabric of my cock-stretched posing trunks. I bellowed, “I’m your fucking SON, you incestuous perverted FUCK!” as I walked up to him and grabbed him by the neck. It was so easy to lift him from the floor! I was beyond angry, I was ENRAGED. I tossed him onto his back on the hallway floor as he whimpered incoherently, staring up at me fearfully, yet obviously with lustful desire. “FUCK YOU, OLD MAN!” I hissed as I straddled his trembling body and tore his trousers and underwear down to his knees and lifted his knees up to his ears, exposing his puckered ass. I used one hand to release my abnormally long, thick, and fully erect, throbbing and dripping cock from my posers. Pre-cum roped down onto my pathetic dad’s hard cock and ass hole, coating them in my natural masculine lube, as his hungry Asian eyes roamed the thick, rippling masses of my powerful teen muscle-body. I sneered down at him, placed my large hand around his neck and squeezed. “SON! AZIZ!” he coughed and sputtered. “PLEEESE!” he choked and begged. “You weak, worthless little CUM DUMP!” I seethed, “I’m going to RAPE your pathetic little ass. I fuckin OWN you, you puny, sick little BASTARD! You’re going to be plowed by your fucking BULL of a son.” I hissed. His little dick began to twitch, buck, and spasm. Cum dripped pathetically from his dick as he moaned. “FUCK! You actually WANT this, you bakla FREAK?” I demanded as I released his neck and stood over him, his raised legs dropping to the floor as I released them, his still rigid little dick still dribbling his almost effeminate amount of cum. My cock quickly deflated in disgust. I grinned, aimed my almost flaccid fuck-rod at the pathetic waste of flesh on the floor and released a torrent of my steaming hot, putrid piss onto the man that had abused me all of my life. Tatay sat up as I showered his worthless body with my urine, stinging his flesh while washing away the cum and pre–cum away from his body. The little bastard actually opened his mouth and began to drink my golden liquid waste as his little dick spasmed in another weak orgasm at my abuse. I ordered, “Go get cleaned up, you weak little fuck-wad. You’re taking me to work . . . and don’t be late picking me up, understand? You will never again disrespect nor disobey me, you fucking little bitch!” He responded in obvious respectful awe and adoration, “Oo, ginoo, ang aking makapangyarihan sa lahat, makadiyos na kalamnan-boy, Aziz!” (That is to say, “Yes, SIR, my almighty, godly muscle-boy, Aziz!) I stripped my posers off and went back to my room to dress. —------- So, as I was saying before going down that dad rabbit-hole, the day has been slow, dead, actually. Only one guy came in to order. I recognize him because he’s been coming in pretty frequently. He’s mid-twenties to early thirties, I’d guess. Always nice, but a little creepy. I always catch him eyeing me when he’s here, kinda like guys do that eventually ask me if I take head. I’ve gotten used to that since I had my growth spurt and muscled up in high school. That’s how I figured I must be bi, actually. I like a good blow-job, no matter the source! I think this customer likes how I look, my size and muscles, and stuff. Still, it doesn’t bother me. Honestly, I kinda like the attention and respect he has for me. I’m sure he’ll approach me eventually. HA! So, half-way through the day, the air conditioning went out, and it’s miserably hot in here. I can’t wait to close and get out of this shirt, maybe throw some shorts to cool off as I finish closing. Oh, fuck! Then I’m going to have to deal with my cunt of a dad after my finally standing up for myself and taking complete control of him this morning. Closing up and that guy I was telling you about is at the door miming he wants food. I’m still kind of seething from the episode with my dad this morning, plus the fucking heat in this place, I’m a bit on edge, but I let the guy in. Shit, maybe I can get my rocks off today, as least, if this guy is into my body like I think he is. I let the guy in and peeled my shirt off as I walk behind the counter and into the back. Why not test out my hypothesis about this apparent stalker-guy, right? Without even turning around, I can almost feel his eyes on me as I pull my shirt off and give him a display of my heavily muscled back, wide lats, triceps, traps, and delts. I’m still horny as fuck from no release after my tease this morning and feel my cock pulsing to attention as I walk. I take off my slacks and I make the guy a large cappuccino and bring it out to him only wearing my posers. Now I can see his eyes devouring every inch of my young, masculine body and my handsome Asian face. I offer him his drink, and he politely declines. I decide to test him a bit, lean my head forward, and let a stream of my saliva flow into the cup I’ve brought him. The guy feigns disgust, but I see hunger in his eyes. I taunt him a bit, and then flex my thick, powerful muscles over him. The reaction is unmistakable. His eyes dilate, his breathing quickens, and, most tell-tale, his cock responds worshipfully to my powerful body. My cock twitches and begins to stretch my posers down, once again. Pre-cum floods my mushroom head just from this guys lustful reaction to what I am. I pull my heavy cock from my posers, take his cup and squeeze my cock, forcing pre-cum to flow into his drink. I lower the tip and a little shaft into the steaming coffee and stir with my thick, horny fuck-rod. The guy’s flabbergasted reaction causes my cock to flood to full mast and I speak to him commandingly, with authority. I AM IN CONTROL! I flex my colossal cock several times as he gawks. He responds in complete submission. I feel powerful. I flex over him, my thick, rippling muscles bulging with power and sexual electricity. I turn and kiss my massive, rounded biceps. I begin commanding him, belittling him, and demanding worship. I’m sure this is bubbling up from my encounter with my dad this morning. I tell him to beg for what he wants before telling him to drink, once again, and extending the cup to him. The little fuck slurps that pre-cum and spit laden coffee cup like a parched wild animal! My cock throbs, pre-cum bubbling forth in response to such obedience from an inferior being towards a vastly superior. Oh, FUCK! I grab the empty cup from the little man and FILL it with my freely flowing pre. The man grabs the cup and DUMPS over 20 ounces of my steaming nectar into his mouth, overflowing and soaking him. I can’t help it . . . I grab his head and impale his mouth with my sex log. I skull fuck this worshipful little man until I cum like a fucking volcano, blasting through my shaft in volcanic fury. He loses consciousness. I dismount his face with a POP, flex over him, and look down, grinning. I begin to feel hornier than ever, hot, throbbing, hard, my balls churning. Oh, FUCK! I feel SO good. I begin to stroke my immense manhood. My muscles burn with increasing power and, is it possible, size! I notice an empty hypodermic needle on the floor at the man’s feet that was not there before. I begin to curse this little size and power slut demanding him to tell me what he’s done, but then, FUCK! The pain throbbing through my body. I bend forward and clutch myself as the now terrified little man scoots back across the floor and away from me. I hear him talking, babbling. Bits and pieces of sentences entering my brain. “Aziz!” He knows my name. “Bigger. Stronger. Serum. Muscles…Biggest. Strongest.” The words string together and, somehow, make me hungry to be more. More size, more power, more sex, more control. Oh, FUCK ME! I feel fucking AWESOME! The floor seems to be dropping away, my stance gets wider, my feet slide across the floor. I step through the counter. My head hits the ceiling, then my back, then I burst through the roof and stand, a living colossus of muscle and power. I begin to rub my hands over my new, godly muscular body, feeling like I’m in the middle of a full body orgasm, every muscle firing off rigid flexes involuntarily. I look down and see my dad’s car. So small. Like a toy. I reach down and pick it up. I see my dad inside. I peel the roof off of the car like ripping tin foil. I feel no resistance. So easy. I reach in and pull my dad from the car. He is screaming like a fucking girl and thrashing about in terror. I shake him to calm him down. So small, so weak, so pathetic. Puny little cunt. I AM a freak…a GOD of muscle and power! I drop the car to the street, and grab half of my dad’s worthless little body in both powerful fists as he struggles. He will NEVER abuse anyone again. I slowly twist my fists, the cracking of bones, the painful, muffled cries causing my cock to pulse and purr. Then the muffled SNAP and SPLAT as the puny man’s body is broken like a fucking little twig. “AWE, YEAHHH!” I roar as I lift one hand and bite off nutrition from my dad’s remains before dropping the rest of the remains to the street and grinding them underfoot. Such an insect! I raise my godly arms and flex as I hear the little man that did this to me worshiping all that I am and praying that I am pleased. I snatch him from the ground in one bloody fist and raise him to my face. I feel him cum in my fist. I sneer, my bloody lips and teeth instilling fear in this bug. I demand that he make offerings to me of those closest to him as I contemplate what I am, what I can do. He directs me in the direction of his lab. I begin walking through the empty streets towards the lab and army base, my little parasite-disciple in my fist, lustfully worshiping his creation and unaware of my deepest, darkest desires. I will not be the weapon the army hired his lab to create. No. I FINALLY have the control, the power! I stroke my rigid, pre-flowing cock with my free hand. The power! I can do whatever I please! A bloodlust wells up from deep within. I know what I am: a brutal, GOD of unstoppable power and insatiable sexual desire…and I want MORE!

Office of ########## Dr J####### ####### Case No: 4859-1 At #### on the afternoon of ####, local authorities - including fire, police and ambulance crews - were dispatched to #### college campus, #### following several emergency calls. A full report of the incident can be found in external report number EX-1342, but to summarize: Three separate buildings suffered significant fire damage 14 people suffered minor burns, plus a further 23 treated for smoke inhalation However, while the broad strokes paint a picture of a situation outside our usual remit, there are some unresolved discrepancies. Firstly, eye-witness accounts from those closest to the epicentre of the blaze recount seeing “a person on fire, completely engulfed” (see attached report, 23A). No major burns were treated on-scene, and no human remains were found on-site, which suggests that this could be an over-exaggerated account from shocked victims. However, more than 12 separate accounts from both students and teachers corroborate the same. Secondly, six hours after the initial blaze, a separate burn site was found roughly 1.5 miles to the south west. A plastic trash can was found melted into the sidewalk, and local investigators place the time of the fire at roughly the same as the main inferno. Lastly, forensic examination of the scene found no source of ignition at either site. Electric certification is present and correct, and local police found no obvious leads to suggest arson. Agents were dispatched to the scene, but given the otherwise ordinary nature of this incident, it took three weeks for our office to be notified. By this point, all we were able to do was confirm the work of the local services, which I am glad to say was thorough and exemplary in this case. I’m sure I don’t have to tell you that the similarities with the ######### incident are vague at best; in fact, the greatest thing they have in common is unanswered questions. We’ve also found nothing to connect subject C with the location in question. However, given the explosive nature of what occurred that day and possible threat to life and national security, I would recommend treating it with caution. With permission, I’ll arrange a surveillance team to monitor the situation. Kind regards, Dr J###### ######## — To call the scene at the breakfast table uncomfortable was an understatement. Bowls of cereal and a stack of toast sits untouched between the pair, neither of them able to bring themselves to even look at it - Bradley can’t even look at Jack. “Are you okay?” “Would you stop asking me that?” Brad snaps back at him impatiently, “You know the answer.” “I know, it’s just-” “Look, I know you’re sorry, and that’s fine. I accept that. But what happened, happened and I’m still - still kinda reeling from it. I don’t exactly have previous experience of being turned into a human raisin,” Bradley says bitterly. “Well, I don’t have much experience of turning people back. Which is why I need to know if you feel alright?” Jack says, tears pricking at his eyes. “I’m f- I’m physically fine. I just need time,” Brad responds softly. “You want me to go? Or call someone, you could talk to someone,” Jack suggests. “And tell them what? I mean, who’d believe me?” It’s true, Jack thinks. It’s not like there’s any real evidence, outside of some shredded clothes and a broken picture frame, which were hardly conclusive of anything at all. He knew the truth of it in the pit of his stomach though. The second he identifies the diminutive little creature he saw last night as his boyfriend, he knew exactly what he had done. But he hadn’t meant to do it! He wasn’t sure how he’d done it all, though he was certain he had. Wracked with guilt he’d stomped over the room in a single step and swept the tiny Bradley up in his arms, each of which were bigger than the skinny little thing, and held him as tightly as he dared. As they embraced, he thought of nothing but how he could fix it. And as his mind came up blank, those thoughts were replaced by two things; a deep self-loathing, chastising himself for being so awful, and a deep love for the man in his arms. And that’s when it happened. He could feel the room shift around him once more, his whole body deflating, while he felt the body in his arms grow heavier. It was like letting go of a tension he didn’t even know he was there, at once a relief whilst also feeling… hollow. Before long, Bradley’s feet touched the floor, and his body continued to stretch an inch or two taller than Jack, who had never realized just how big that difference was before. For Bradley, it had been a nightmare made manifest. He’d been woken by the noise of something crashing in the hall, reflexively wishing to go and check on it, but finding himself unable to. He felt paralyzed, unable to move even an inch, but as he slowly tilted his head to look around him, he realized that wasn’t quite true; he could move his head after all. As his eyes adjusted to the grey gloom, and witnessed in horror the shrunken, bony limbs of his newly reduced form, he put things together with grim certainty; he could move, but the weight of the blanket had him pinned to the bed. Using all his might to budge it even slightly, essentially levering parts of it off him at a time, he managed to shimmy his frail body out and over the edge of the mattress, falling a startling distance to the floor. He staggered to his feet, finding the door handle at eye level, but mercifully he’d left the door open a crack just in case Brad had decided to join him; he would surely have been left trapped with such an obstacle. From there he crept along the wall of the hall, reaching the lit frame of the bathroom door, just in time for that second wave to hit… And, well, the rest was history. But for that moment, looking up at the hulking, growing behemoth in front of him… so much bigger than him, so powerful, raw manhood distilled into an avatar of HE… even now it turned him on. As awful as it felt to be him in that moment, drained and left with nothing of himself, it was almost like a divine connection. If only he’d had the energy to do something about it. “What did you do?” Bradley asks, for the first time looking at his boyfriend. Jack was shorter than he at 6’1”, though not by much, and his much stockier frame meant that he was almost certainly bigger. Bradley had played tennis through college, whereas rugby was Jack’s sport of choice, and though neither got to play as often as they would like these days, they hadn’t completely gotten to grass. Brad was taller and more toned, far more flexible and dextrous, whereas Jack was simpler stronger, and had more presence. Except of course last night, when he was the best of all worlds, Bradley thinks. “I don’t know. Not exactly,” Jack says, lamely shrugging his shoulders, “It was more like a feeling, you know? Like I was pulling against something that got easier to pull. I didn’t know I was taking from you, though, I swe-” “I get it,” Bradley responds, raising his hand, “What I mean is… what I mean to ask, is do you think you could do it again?” Jack stares at him, unsure if this is some sort of trap. Was he worried it might happen the next time they go to sleep? No, he knew his partner better than this. It wasn’t concern driving the question… it was something hungrier than that. “Why would you want me to do that?” “To see if you can,” Bradley responds simply, “Whatever this is - and it’s fucking weird, don’t get me wrong - I want to know about it. And I don’t exactly think a physician is going to cut it, do you? Not that we could afford it.” “So you’re proposing a practical test? On you?” Jack asks flatly, still careful of any potential pitfalls. “Why not? You can put it back, right? You did last night.” Bradley stands, and walks around the table next to Jack. “But what if I can’t?” “Then you keep trying until you do.” “Look, I don’t think-” “DON’T think,” Bradley chides him, “You said it was a feeling, not a thought remember? Stop overthinking it and do it. Now.” Jack stands, screwing his eyes shut and willing himself to grow. Nothing. There’s no change, as he lets out a sigh. “I can’t - see, I can’t do it. Maybe it wasn’t real to begin with?” he says, more hopeful than anything else. “Bullshit. It was real and you know it,” Bradley takes his hand. “It felt good, didn’t it?” “...yes,” Jack admits, his voice barely a whisper. “Then focus on that. Think about what it felt like to be so huge, so unstoppable. Too big for this tiny apartment. Too big for me… focus.” Jack’s breathing turned ragged, and he can almost feel the texture of rope in his hands. “I think… I think I can feel it.” “Good. So take it - just a couple of inches. Try and control it this time…” Bradley says barely able to control his excitement. Then his stomach lurches. It feels like standing in a fast-moving elevator. This wasn’t just a couple of inches. The apartment stretches in every direction around him as he dwindles down, but this time it doesn’t feel quite as awful; his body remains more or less in proportion as it shrinks away, stopping at around three foot tall - though he’s more focused on his boyfriend. Like himself, Jack remains more or less proportionate as his looming form fills the room. It’s difficult to tell just how big he’d gotten, as everything looks exaggerated in size now to the tiny Bradley, but he looks close to the 8ft ceiling. And then, with a dry mouth, Bradley realizes that’s not all he took. It starts just out of reach above his head, but snakes down to right in front of him; a bulge in a pair of already strained pants that does nothing to hide to visible dick print. It would be the biggest he’d ever seen even if he weren’t currently half his normal size, and it was still, patently soft. With his jaw slack, he reaches down and feels his own manhood, confirming his suspicions - he’d been reduced near completely, to less than the size of his own finger tip, even though he’s painfully hard. How could he not be? He salivates being so close to such a monster… He shakes his head, breaking the obsession, and attempts to do the same for his giant boyfriend. “Jack. Jack!” he calls out. Jack takes a moment to respond, then shakes his head and looks down, almost confused at what he sees. “That’s enough now, take us back!” The big man’s eyes close, and for a dry-mouthed moment nothing happens - until it does. Again, that sensation of letting out a held breath, and within seconds, the two men are standing face to face. Jack looks like he’s just woken up. “That was-” “-incredible.” Bradley finishes, planting a kiss on his lips. “You did it. You CAN do it.” “Yeah, but…” Jack looks uncomfortable. “So what? What do we do now?” “Right now? I’m going to work, unless you can do the same thing with peoples bank accounts. You can’t, right?” Jack laughs. Brad always could steady him. “Well then, I’ve got to go. But I’ll be back. And then… then we’ll see.”

Chapter 8: Daniels Time to Shine? Back in the kitchen Daniel was downing some water parching his thirst feeling on top of the world at his current size there no way his father would out muscle him any time soon with John around and he was sure as hell not going to let his dad use Johns powers while he was around. Just as he was about done gloating to himself he hears a noise coming from upstairs. As Sebastian was growing even bigger then his first growth explosion his increasing weight was weighing down on the bed frame creaking under him. In sync with the bed it gives way as he splatters inside John spewing cum out his tight ass. Hearing his dads howls as he came was making it hard to focus on not growing the cock inside him as he could feel it expanding inside him. John yelped out the safe word as his dad pulled him off resting John on his large frame. John was no where near satisfied though, he could feel his powers still in full force ready to keep growing his dad and now that he no longer could take his fathers massive cock he didn't have to hold back. Sebastian moaned in reaction to his cock somehow getting even harder, he could see it rising above Johns head inching upwards with each throb his balls swelling along with it. It was so big that John had to use both hands to even wrap around it completely, even then he could feel it pushing his hands apart. Wrapping his lips around his fathers sensitive head, Sebastian's whole body rumbled making the nearby nightstand almost shake due to his sheer mass. As John goes to town on his fathers massive member a pounding begins on Daniels now locked door. A now panicked Daniel was on the other end trying to force his way into the room desperate to stop what he knew was already happening. Neither John or Sebastian acknowledge the noise being created by Daniel as they are lost in the sensual moment they were sharing as John was turning his already hot father into a god among men. Finally the door was giving way as he continued his pounding, but his fathers voice was getting even louder. Daniel backed up rushing at the door giving it one final push busting it down falling down onto the floor. Standing back up he is mortified seeing the scene before him. There was his father easily taking up the whole bed with just his torso. He must have been over 7 feet tall filled to the brim with muscle and John had a look of pure ecstasy that he never showed when he was with you. Watching his fathers legs stretch further out his feet were enormous compared to Daniels own already grown pair. Daniel could hear his fathers moans growing in intensity as they still didn't even pay attention to his presence. All he could do was just stand there and watch knowing full well he was no match for his fathers current size he would never able to stop the force of nature that he had become. Sebastian sat up pulling John from his cock, still unaware that Daniel had barged in and roared as his mast fired away blasting Daniel with his multiple volleys of his cum. Unable to handle the situation before him Daniel passed out from the pure shock everything fading to black as his fathers voice filled the room with his laughter. ---------------------------------------- The next morning: A burning sensation filled Daniels chest waking him from his slumber. Sitting up in bed almost screaming in terror at the sensation he could see the events of last night flash before his eyes. Taking a look at his surroundings he tells himself it was a nightmare as he found himself sleeping aside John in his room. Having a second to calm down he takes a look down at himself to see what was causing the burning in his chest, his whole body was red hot to the touch as it slowly filled with muscle. Looking over at John he could see he was still deeply sleeping but the tent in his sheets gave Daniel an idea about what. Daniels pride was coming back to him as he felt like a man again flexing his growing body in bed hoping it would never stop. Not wanting cut off his growth by risking John waking up Daniel decides it's time for some payback for his old man after the humiliation he put him through in front of John while they worked out last night. Walking out his room he gulped praying to god that what he remembered was just a nightmare. Descending the stairs he walks into the living room seeing his... "normal" father just how he remembered him from yesterday. High off his own size Daniel was unaware that he wasn't the only one growing this morning but since he felt bigger than his dad he couldn't notice. Sebastian looked absolutely beaming as he was having his breakfast while watching TV. "Old man I want a rematch!" "Woah there son you just woke up, you sure your up for it? Your old pops won't hold back." "Yeah I'm sure, let's go to the mat" Sebastian and Daniel head to their gym putting on some singlets assuming their positions. "Daniel channeled all his frustrations from yesterday and his added size to quickly gain the upper hand grabbing his father in a choke hold pinning him to the floor then grabbing his midsection in a scissor hold." Sebastian tapped out surprised at Daniels strength. "You see old man yesterday was just a fluke I think we know who the real alpha is in this family." "Oh is that right the frat dude thinks just a little added mass will make up for his lack of skill huh." "What are you trying to say, you went easy on me?" Sebastian was getting a kick out of watching Daniel squirm as he kept belittling him. "AGAIN!" Daniel demanded "Happy to oblige!" They both assumed their starting positions again and began the match Sebastian grabs Daniel putting him into a nelson hold Daniel struggled in this position for awhile eventually breaking his fathers hold with his increased strength resorting to the same move pinning down Sebastian grabbing him in a body scissor. As he looked at his fathers face he was expecting him to have a look of defeat but instead saw a big grin on his fathers face beginning to laugh. "What's so funny old man!" "This!" Sebastian's body begins expanding as he easily breaks Daniels scissor hold. Not even resorting to his wrestling expertise he used his bursting brute strength to throw Daniel on the floor. Pinning him down, putting his legs behind his head. Sebastian continued laughing as his son once again was becoming the smaller of the two. Daniel watched in horror as he realized that last nights nightmare was actually real. As Sebastian continued swelling in his skin tight singlet his cock bursts out hitting Daniel right on the face as he blows his load in his face. Getting off him Sebastian walks over to the towels in the room adjusting his balance as he does. He grabs a towel and tosses it to Daniel still feeling defeated on the ground. "Here clean your self up shrimp!" Walking on over to the living room Sebastian seat himself on the couch man spreading his legs taking up the entire space. Grabbing his impressive 10 inch meat in his hand he starts jerking off not giving a damn that Daniel soon followed him out into the living room. "Why don't you come and have a seat." Daniel not wanting to go against the word of his father obliged and walked over forced to sit on Sebastian's massive thigh since there was no room for him. Sitting on him made Daniel feel smaller than ever. "First time eh shrimp?" "What are you talking about dad?" "Figures guess you wouldn't know huh. I'm talking about John in your room, he's still sleeping right?" "Yeah why?" "Don't know what to call it but he's been using his powers in his sleep. You should have seen the first time he did it to me h-." Sebastian's abruptly stops talking as another wave of growth washes over both him and Daniel. His legs spread further apart pressing against the armrests of the couch. Veins snake across his arms as they swell in size. His abs were getting freakishly developed far outshining Daniels. His cock widened the hold his hand had on it as it stretched upwards cum dribbling onto the couch as it did. While Daniel on the other hand just packed on a few pounds barely making a difference. "Shit I think you may get the chance to see what your brother did to me the first time!" Still jerking the whole time Sebastian kept talking his breath getting progressively heavier. "I'm glad we got this chance to sort out any issues you were having shrimp. Now hows about you don't wake John up and head on over to his room to get your much needed rest you sure tired yourself out trying to out due your pops!" Daniel couldn't even find a way to retaliate against his father and went to Johns room trying to savor any growth that came his way, although from the sounds of his father from downstairs he didn't think that would be the case.

PART 1: The Season Opener I swallowed hard. The time had almost come, just another minute to go. I was sweating bullets as I waited behind the archway for my cue. The sound of the crowd out there was almost deafening, even back here behind the soundproof walls. I don't think I've ever been this excited or nervous before in my life. It was time for my very first match! An incredibly important one at that; the big opening match of the season. After months of anticipation, it was finally time to see if all those extreme stretches and stress tests were worth the effort. This match-up was going to push me to my limits. I was going up against the second biggest guy in the league right out the gate. It was a hell of a surprise for a first-time rookie like myself. Most guys in my position are lucky to book a match with an opponent at the lower end of the size rankings, maybe a mid-tier. My dinky little boner throbbed in my singlet just thinking about how gargantuan this guy was gonna be. I couldn't wait for him to crush me flatter than a pancake. "Ladiiiiiiies and gentlemen," I heard the announcer start. "We here at the C.W.L. hope you're ready for an explosive evening of heavy slamming, hard blasting, ultra intense, and extra imbalanced mayhem!" Deep breaths, Jeremy, deep breaths. Here we go... "And now, without further ado: In this corner, standing at mere 4 foot, 9 inches and weighing in at a measly 90 lbs, your Jobber for this evening: Jeremyyyyyy 'The Doormat' Smallwood." Right on cue, I walk through the entryway and began my first ever walk to the ring. Fireworks streamed out along the pathway, spunky theme music pumped through the speakers, and the crowd was cheering with ravenous anticipation. The intense wall of sound hit my ears like a freight train, but the overwhelming cacophany jazzed me up for what was ahead. It took me a hot minute to journey down the lengthy path, climb the daunting stairs, and awkwardly clamber to my corner. I took a moment to soak in the sight of the sprawling expanse of empty mat and the towering turnbuckles looming overhead. The ring here had to be extra, extra enormous since this league's wrestlers were- *THOOM* *BOOM* *THOOM* A mighty and imposing form had slowly stomped its way to the entryway opposite mine, waiting in the shadows for his cue to come out next. I could barely see his outline with all the overwhelming lights, lasers, and fog machines blasting everywhere, but my opponent was ready. I swallowed hard again, shaking like a leaf in anticipation. He was even bigger than I had anticipated. Hell yeah. "In this corner, standing at an incredible 24 feet, 11 inches and weighing a staggering 45,550 lbs, your Colossus for the evening: Apollooooo 'The Apocalypse' Rexford." *BOOM* *THOOM* *DOOM* *FOOM* Thunderous footfalls made the entire stadium shake intensely as Apollo slowly stomped his way to the ring. The league didn't typically bother playing theme music for the big boys; the booms generated by their every step were more than enough to raise the crowd's excitement. It was like the thumping of drums from a barbarian warship, signaling the arival of an unstoppable force. The cheers from the crowd when they saw me paled in comparison to how loudly they screamed for Apollo. I bit my lip as I watched him make his way toward the ring, his head rising higher and higher while simultaneously filling more and more of my horizonal view. He was a towering, impossible wall of muscles on muscles on muscles on MUSCLES even wider than he was tall. It took all of my concentration not to cream my singlet right then and there just from the quaking vibrations his mammoth feet. I'd saved up all week for this, and I wasn't about to let it go to waste. You may be wondering why a minuscule shrimp like me is being matched up against a man 500 times his weight and five times his height. Seems a little bit one-sided for a wrestling match, right? Absolutely! That's how things have always been in the Colossus Wrestling League. In the C.W.L. it's always a tiny resilient wimp against a hulking multi-ton bully. My job isn't to actually wrestle this monstrous man, goodness no. That would be silly. My job is to be his personal plaything, punching bag, and boy toy for the next few hours while an adoring horny adult audience enjoys the spectacle. That's the life of a professional jobber in this miraculous age. We jobbers are few and far between; an extremely rare mutation of human that is almost entirely immune to direct physical damage or injury. We're naturally small and scrawny in build, but you can crush us, squish us, slam us, bend us, stretch us, twist us - whatever really. We'll always end up springing back to normal soon enough like a rubbery cartoon prop. And on top of that, we're also highly resistant to pain. Being smooshed like a grape certainly feels intense, even overwhelming and uncomfortable at times, but it doesn't particularly hurt. If anything, for me at least, it's the ultimate turn-on. On the opposite end of the spectrum, but no less rare, are the colossi. While jobbers are tiny and resistant, they're gargantuan and tough. All colossi are ridiculously tall and naturally bursting at the seams with inhuman muscles. Even if a colossus never lifted a weight in his life he would have a bod so impossibly powerful and pumped he'd make the Incredible Hulk feel scrawny. But a big bod comes with hefty needs for fuel and relief; colossi have infamously massive appetites and sex drives to match their muscle. With the C.W.L. footing all their members' sky-high food bills and providing willing toys like me, most are more than happy to sign up as wrestlers and entertain the horny masses. And so, here we are. The big match. After many quake-inducing steps, Apollo had made it to the ring. My eyes widened as nearly 23 tons of bulk effortlessly stepped over the lofty ropes and made the specially-built, highly reinforced wrestling mat sag noticeably. His muscles, glistening under the lights with a perpetual cascade of sweat, were even more magnificent close up. Every obscenely disproportionate muscle group battled ferociously with one another for space at the tiniest of movements while an awe-inspiring tangle of thick, undulating vascularity snaked across every rippling surface. I once more bit my lip, overwhelmed by, not just the sight of him, but also his smell. Apollo, like most colossi, radiated a naturally intoxicating pheromone-heavy masculine musk. Few were immune to its enticing effects, and the bigger the colossus, the more potent his reek. I took a deep, deep inhale while my eyes were busy drinking in as many visual details of the beautiful he-man who would be flattening me tonight as they possibly could. Frick, he was absurdly handsome. Apollo's face seemed just as excessively macho as his body, with rugged features that looked like they had been carved from granite. That hard square chin. Those razor sharp cheekbones. That flawless stubble. Those full kissable lips. Long flowing locks of gorgeous golden hair flowed down from his head to the base of his 'neck.' Although, honestly, his neck was so thick with bulging meat that it barely resembled a neck at all any more. In fact, all of Apollo's extreme beef threatened to engulf his lovely face entirely from just about every direction. As if 25 feet of brute height wasn't enough, his trapezius muscles towered over his head by several additional feet. His massive deltoids, spread what felt like a mile apart, looked bigger than sedans. His prodigious powerful pectorals seemed like they'd dwarf small blimps. Both beef zeppelins pressed up intensely at his chin while jutting forward so unbelievably far that I'm honestly surprised the shelf's weight didn't topple him over. A dozen people could've been swallowed whole in the dark abyss between those tiddies. I certainly hoped I could go spelunking in those caverns eventually. His mile-wide upper body cinched down rapidly to create the most extreme, exaggerated hour-glass figure you can imagine. His long, hard 18-pack abs and rippling obliques tensed with densely-packed power as they worked overtime to keep his immense upper body balanced. The valleys between each pair of abs was also impressively deep; I bet if he did sit-ups you could crush coal into diamonds. To my surprise given the infamous nature of colossus dongs, there wasn't much of, if any, bulge to speak of in the front of his skin-tight sapphire blue speedo. I ever-so briefly experienced the one tiny twinge of disappointment I would feel that night... right up until I lowered my gaze a little further. Apollo's lower body immediately exploded back outward from his lean waist. His monstrous rippling pillars of quad muscle were as wide as his shoulders. There was NO space between them - it was quad vs quad in the ultimate battle for supremacy. You'd probably need to sit way back in the arena's nosebleed seats to observe all his hyper-developed leg meat at once. His calves were no less impressive, the fat carved diamonds were bulging like meat mattresses from carrying all that sheer tonnage. And then, at the very bottom, below his perfectly sculpted ankles, were his feet. Holy shit, those feet. Even for a man of his size and extreme dimensions they seemed disproportionately huge and muscly. Outside the ring Apollo normally wore specialized shoes made of an advanced shock-absorbing material so he didn't destroy every surface he stepped on. But here in the wrestling ring I got to see them in all their beautiful bare glory: perfectly smooth, immaculately clean, and flawlessly pedicured. In fact, every inch of my massive opponent from head to toe was flawlessly well-kept, since the colossi were pampered like royalty behind the scenes. The jobbers were treated fairly well too, but we didn't require quite as much upkeep as the men whose nails outsize trashcan lids. It took noticeable effort for him to do so, but Apollo managed to press his big burly chin down low enough into his obscuring tit meat to look at me directly. He licked his lips, a hungry and flirtatious smile spreading over his face. He let out a low, deep, velvety baritone grunt of desire that seemed to ripple through his muscles and vibrate from there throughout the entire arena. I once more came dangerously close to blasting in my load, but managed to hold on. Judging by some moans I heard in the crowd, several people weren't able to hold back as effectively. "Oh yeah..." he growled low, drinking in the audience's lust as he stared me down. "I'm gonna have fun with you, little man." Apollo began to raise up his arms, preparing to flex for his adoring public. The two monoliths were so incredibly thick they may well have put even his pecs and quads to shame. His forearms were so fat with bulging meat I was earnestly surprised he had as much mobility as he did. The preposterous pythons throbbed with macho power, bunching up and battling with themselves from just this simple lifting motion, and hovered tangelizingly out to each side. A hush came over the crowd in anticipation of the coming display. I was drooling a little. *BOOM* A shockwave of air rippled out from each peak as Apollo performed a front double-bicep pose. Each arm muscle blasted upward, forming a perfectly split peak that reached up to his clenched fists. The audience once more erupted with cheers, but he wasn't done just yet. With clenched teeth and a primal grunt he flexed his arms harder, willing more mass to spill out as his veins engorged with blood. Through this Herculean efforts both biceps rapidly rose, releasing another shockwave while the peaks reached the same astounding height as his traps. Not to be outdone, his triceps had simultaneously erupted in the opposite direction, becoming so large that their beautifully absurd forms slammed into the wrestling mat below. The mini-earthquake this created made me fall over, and I whimpered as I once more struggled not to pop off before the match even started. I wanted to worship this man with every fiber of my being. He was a grotesque monument to pure unhindered muscularity, and I wanted to lick every inch of him. As he bounced both bodacious biceps rhythmically, Apollo's audience showered him with yet more cheers and adoration. He beamed with satisfaction. The rhythmic bounces sent his abundant arm sweat spritzing out into the audience, splashing a lucky handful. After a minute or so of this pumped peacock display he finally relaxed his flex, his tremendous arms shrinking down to their smaller, though still awe-inspiring, size. I couldn't wait to see if his other muscles were capable of such extreme explosions of excess bulk. "Listen up, all you pathetic little PIPSQUEAKS!" Apollo commanded to his captivated audience. His neck meat clenched intensely whenever he raised his voice for emphasis. There was no need for microphones with colossi since their deep booming voices usually filled the arena with relatively little effort. "It's the first match of the season. A BIG event! And BIG events featuring dudes as BIG as me need big BIG surprises. So for a long while now I've been brewing an extra special gift for whichever miniscule, microscopic, scrawny little piece of fresh meat I eventually got paired with today." He pointed to me with a ravenous smirk. My heart was aflutter. "You know us big guys, we are a HORNY bunch. Most of us can't go more than a couple hours without pumping out one of our infamous monster loads. But, y'know what? You know what, weaklings? While you impatient bugs were out there beating off daily to my perfectly sculpted muscles," He did a small (for him at least) side-chest pose for emphasis. From where I was standing I could actually hear his muscle fibers groan. "I haven't let loose even once since the last season ended. Not. One. Single. Time." The audience let out a collective gasp. A colossus going one day without a release was one thing, maybe a week if they had the willpower... but several months? Utterly unheard of. "That's right, you PUNY JOBBER RUNT," he gleefully barked, turning his attention back to me. "I hope you're ready for the ride of your little life because I am PENT," With an audible lurching throb, the previously lacking bulge in Apollo's blue speedo surged outward, a mound bigger than my entire body throbbing from nowhere under the fabric. "-the FUCK," It lurched again harder, rapidly multiplying in erect mass. His previously non-existant balls suddenly rivaled small mini-vans in size, spilling out from the the impossibly stretched spandex, which somehow managed to retain its shape around the increasingly large hardening dick. The two multi-ton mounds hit the ground hard enough to cause another quake. "-UP!!" With one last monumental surge Apollo's rock-hard, heavily-veined schlong was towering above me at almost 15 feet long. I'm pretty sure it was twice as thick in circumference as my entire body. It was nothing short of a scientific miracle that his speedo was still intact. It was stretched comically thin and tight, leaving most of him exposed and rendering it a little bit superfluous. His mighty balls were now comparible to his pecs in rounded size, visibly churning with the countless gallons upon gallons of spunk he had been saving up those many months and somehow kept secret until mere moments ago. The visible skin of his dick throbbed crimson as globs of pre the size of my head dripped down like a leaky faucet through the soaked fabric at the tip. It looked, for lack of a better word, ANGRY. This thing was pissed off about holding back for so long, and it was looking to let out its pent-up aggression on someone small, wimpy, and conveniantly invulnerable to damage. As I salivated silently over this latest erogenous display of hypermasculinity and battled once more to keep my loins calm... the bell suddenly rang. Time for the match to begin.

The master is still arround, I hope he will write again. ^^

Thirty Three Every time I’d been out in public with AJ I had felt the most incredible rush at being in the company of a man so outrageously muscular. But never more so than when I was stood next to him on the tube on the way back to our hotel room, having been at my very first bodybuilding show, where I’d witnessed him guest posing on stage. Standing so close to my gorgeous bodybuilder boyfriend who I just couldn’t wait to be alone with on a packed train, who was obscenely bronzed with competition tan and bulging out of his black t-shirt, knowing his shiny, hot pink posing trunks were lurking under his trackies was such an intensely exciting experience. AJ was definitely receiving more glances and lingering looks from the other train passengers than he had the previous times we’d caught the tube that day. I couldn’t help getting a kick out of it. All of those regular sized, non bronzed people staring at the huge, brown freak and his abnormal sized arms. It was so crazy to see the contrast of AJ and the other people around me. Everyone in the carriage just looked like normal human beings. While AJ looked like something else entirely. Almost superhuman. I could tell from his smug expression that he was getting a massive kick out of it too. Half way through the journey, this cute, geeky gay guy in black framed specs got on board and sat down close to where we were standing. I’d never seen anyone stare at AJ in such a blatant manner before. He looked curious, a little intimated, even a little star struck. It was like he literally couldn’t take his eyes off the gorgeous, bronzed bodybuilder standing next to me. This guy was a complete stranger, and yet, I felt an instant connection with him. “I think you’ve got an admirer!” I said to AJ quietly. AJ’s grin grew wider and he cheekily wiggled his eyebrows up and down. “Shall I flex for him?” AJ said. I grinned and rolled my eyes. When I looked back at the guy, he was still staring. Not just at AJ, but at both of us. “Maybe just a cheeky bicep flex?” he asked. My eyes widened as if to say, don’t you dare, even though a part of him would have actually loved for AJ to do that. I wouldn’t have put it passed him either. “How about a pec bounce?” he then outrageously suggested. And before I could respond, AJ was doing exactly that. He thick chest bouncing and rippling underneath the material of his t-shirt, in front of a whole fucking tube carriage of passengers. Part of me wanted to die of embarrassment. The other part loved it so much I could barely fucking breathe. I couldn’t look at AJ's admirer after that, but when the train reached our stop, I turned my head to find his eyes still following us as we departed the train, and I noticed something in his expression that made my heart feel like it had been pinched. This incredible sense of longing. Like he wanted his own cute, pec bouncing bodybuilder boyfriend for himself. I couldn’t help but hope that he’d one day find exactly that. Walking back to the hotel with AJ was almost as big of a rush as being with him on the tube. After we’d turned a corner where there were no cars or people, just buildings and block of flats, with the hotel right at the end of the street, AJ did something I never thought he would in public. He gently grabbed my hand and squeezed it, wrapping his fingers in between mine. It felt like my feet had left the fucking ground. It was the first time I’d ever held hands with a guy in public. What a fucking rush to be walking along a public street hand in hand with the man I loved, who just happened to be an abnormally muscular, bronzed painted bodybuilder. “Are you gonna do this back in Little Denton too?” I playfully asked him, grinning. AJ shrugged. “Maybe!” he said with a cheeky grin. I rolled my eyes as if to say, yeah fucking right. But even if I didn’t believe he would, it was still an incredibly sweet sentiment. Predictably, and perhaps sensibly, AJ let go of my hand as we walked into the hotel. As soon as we were in the lift that took to us to our floor and the doors were closed, AJ dropped his bag, forcefully wrapped his arms around me and passionately kissed me. Fuuuuck. Neither of us could stop grinning as we walked to our room. The corridor was empty, so when AJ was opening the door, I bravely pushed my torso into his back and wrapped my arms around his waist, my throbbing hard on pushing into his arse. He turned his head and looked at me wide eyed, grinning and biting his lip. Excited at my bravery and clearly getting a kick out of what we were doing. As soon as we were in the room and the door was closed, my back was pushed up against it and AJ was sinking his mass into my body with his tongue in my mouth once again. It was so fucking passionate and intense. It honestly felt like neither of us had wanted each other more than in that moment. As we parted lips, I looked at his gorgeous, bronzed face and shook my head in disbelief. “I can’t believe how fucking hot you look!” I said. He beamed at me and wiggled his eyebrows. “I’ll have to tan up more often!” I bit my lip and just grinned at him, my torso still pressed against his, just melting into his muscle. “Oh, and thanks for tanning up my arse, by the way!” he cheekily said. My eyes widened and I grinned at the memory of AJ’s bare buttocks in the tanning tent. “I liked the cock-in-the-sock look!” I told him. AJ giggled. “Dare you to wear that outfit for your next Tesco shift!” I said. AJ tipped his head back and laughed. “They’d definitely fire me, then!” I just shrugged and grinned. Perfect! Then you’d have to come down to London and live with me, I thought. But I didn’t dare say it. I just kissed him again. Slowly but passionately. My hands running over his back, down his shoulders and gripping his indecently sized arms. When we parted lips, my hand was still clutching his bicep. AJ was looking at me in the sexiest way. He looked down at the bicep I was gripping and bit his lip in the insanely hot manner he always did. As he mischievously gripped his fist and flexed, one of AJ’s freakishly sized, beautifully bronzed, marble-to-the-touch biceps erupted underneath my fingertips. Fuuuuuck. The very same bicep I’d just watched a whole theatre full of people gawp at, cheer and go crazy over. And now it was mine. To do whatever I wanted to do with it. Without thinking, I leant in, drawing my face closer to AJ’s upper arm, placed my lips on the exploding ball of bronzed bicep muscle and gently kissed it. “Mmmm,” AJ cheekily groaned in response. I kissed it again, feeling the huge muscle underneath my lips and tongue. AJ gently placed his hand on the back of my head as I did so. When I looked at him, he had this cute, excitable grin on his face. He clearly loved me kissing and worshipping his bicep with my mouth. I tugged at the bottom of AJ’s t-shirt and helped him lift it up and over his head. I’d almost forgotten how insane AJ’s physique looked so bronzed up. A little more shredded than usual, it looked closer to the type of muscle freaks I regularly blew loads over then it ever had. It was like an upgraded version of the body I loved and was so used to seeing. A bronzed painted bodybuilder right in front of me to explore and worship and touch. I took my face and lips to AJ’s huge chest, licking and kissing the thick cushions of bulging pec muscle. Then I made my way down his six pack, kissing each gorgeous bubble of bronzed ab muscle, much like I did that very first time we’d slept together in AJ’s bedroom, before kneeling on the floor and grabbing the waistband of AJ’s trackies. I pulled them down and was met with the shiny pink material of his posing trunks, now stretched by AJ’s hard on, just mere inches away from my face. I squeezed on his hard dick through the shiny pink material of his posers, AJ groaning in response as I continued to tug and squeeze. When I looked up, I saw the most erotic image; AJ flexing his right bicep, looking down and admiring it as he did. FUCK! I got the sense that it wasn’t even for me. That he was flexing for his own enjoyment. It was probably one of the cockiest (and sexiest) things I’d ever seen. I took AJ’s cock out of it’s shiny, pink posing trunk wrapper and began to suck on it, as AJ groaned and gripped my shoulder blades and ran his fingers through my hair. When I stood up, AJ helped me remove my clothes until I was fully naked. I wrapped my arms around his back and sunk into his bronzed, muscular torso. My hard on pressed tightly against his posing trunk covered cock. An idea suddenly came into my head. I looked at AJ cautiously. “Can I wear your lime green posers?” I asked. AJ was beaming. He looked excited as hell. “YEAH! Of course!” he said enthusiastically, clearly loving the idea. I grinned excitedly as AJ retrieved the shiny lime green trunks I loved so much from his bag. “Kinky little fucker!” he playfully said to me as he walked back over. Instead of just handing me the green trunks though, AJ held them out, stretching one leg hole, and signalling for me to climb in. I dizzily grinned, held on to one of AJ’s huge shoulders and put my leg in. Then I did the same with the other. I didn’t know why, but it felt like such a special and intimate moment. AJ dressing me with his shiny, lime green posers. Still hanging on to him, AJ made a “GRRRRR!” noise as he pulled the straps up over my throbbing hard on, squishing it into the material with his hands. He chuckled as he admired the view. “There’s no WAY you’d get away with wearing those on stage!” he said. And he was right. My hard on was comically tenting the trunks to an outrageous degree. It felt so fucking horny, not just to be wearing actual bodybuilder’s posing trunks, but a pair of AJ’s. I giddily grinned and he gripped and squeezed my cock and I groaned and sank into AJ again. “So what was it like seeing me up on stage?” he cheekily asked in my ear. I looked up at him, grinned and shook my head in disbelief for effect. “Fucking … AMAZING! And bonkers!” AJ beamed at my response. “Although … I was kinda disappointed you didn’t take your posers off, whip them round your head and throw them at me in the audience!” I said, remembering our conversation over Facebook when he’d teased he’d do that very thing. “Fuck! I knew there was something I’d left out!” he joked. I giggled in response. “You were so fucking cocky, though!” “Mmmm. Well I may have being trying to impress someone in the audience!” I grinned, still with my body pushed against AJ’s. “What was it like?” I asked, curiously. “Being on stage? Posing in the audience?” I felt a flutter of excitement as I waited for AJ’s reply. His mouth curled into this excited, cheeky grin. He shook his head. “Such a fucking rush!” he said, with conviction. “It was crazy. Everyone staring at me. Watching me flex!” Fuck! My insides were going crazy and my hard on was juddering underneath AJ’s lime green posers. “Yeah?” I asked. AJ knew I was both genuinely curious, and also getting a massive kick out of hearing him being so candidly. “Mmmm! I felt like a freak!” Fuuuuuck. “You are a freak!” I joked. AJ grinned wildly, and looked down to admire his physique. “Hell yeah!” he cheekily said. “Noah’s little muscle freak!” he added, giving me this adorable, loving grin. I grinned and kissed him. “So … do you ever get horny when you flex?” I asked, a little warily when our lips had parted. AJ grinned mischievously. “Yeah!” he said, with conviction. ”I think most bodybuilders do!” “Fuck!” I exclaimed, gripping onto AJ’s body. “That’s fucking … HOT!“ I said. He bit his lip and gave me another one of his insanely sexy looks. Then he arrogantly pursed his lips and curled his bicep into a flex. I released a little groan and squeezed onto the bulging, bronzed muscle pulsating under his skin. “Look at THAT!” AJ said, in a hushed voice, looking down at his own bicep muscle. Fuck! It was such an outrageous thing to say. I beamed and squeezed it further. “It’s fucking HUGE!” AJ cheekily exclaimed. “Fuck yeah!” I exclaimed enthusiastically, my heart thumping at AJ’s sudden cockiness. AJ then contorted his face into a cocky grimace as he lifted both of his biceps up into a front double bicep pose and outrageously growled. “FUCK!” I exclaimed, as I ran my fingers over the insane, bronzed peaks and squeezed. “YEARGHH!!” AJ growled, really fucking getting into it. It was the most mind bogglingly horny thing to witness. AJ playing the part of a cocky, flexing bodybuilder, getting off on his own outrageously developed muscle. “You’re a monster!” I exclaimed, feeding his ego and playing along, AJ’s mouth curling into an excitable and amused grin in response. “Wait till you see me in a few years’ time!” he said with a cheeky grin. My heart was bursting, partly at the idea of AJ growing bigger and becoming even more of a freak, but mostly at the suggestion that AJ and I would still be together in a few years time. Relaxing from his pose, AJ then bought his fists together into a quick, most muscular with his face arrogantly screwed up. He released a hot, deep grunt as his muscles tightened and erupted before my eyes and I frantically ran my hands over the flexed mounds of mass bulging off his body. As I squeezed his perfectly shaped muscle tits, AJ flexed and squeezed again, with his fists together and let out a cocky, “YEEEAH!!” AJ couldn’t seem to stop flexing. He bought both of his elbows up, looked at me with a sexy, mischievous glare, playfully shook his head like, get ready for this one, then cranked out a crab most muscular with a half-pant, half-growl while outrageously sticking his tongue out. Just like he’d done at his guest posing spot on a bodybuilding stage just hours earlier. With AJ squeezing, I frantically ran my hands over his skin popping biceps, brutally sized, boulder shoulders and up to the huge, bronzed traps erupting from his neck. He then bought his arms and elbows up again and squeezed back down into his most aggressive and attitude packed most muscular yet. Screwing up his face to brilliant effect and releasing a loud, grizzly growl. “ARGGGHHH!” It was the craziest and most outrageously horny pose he’d ever squeezed for me. “OH FUCK!“ I cried. I grabbed my dick in response and started tugging through the shiny lime green material of my borrowed posers as I squeezed his hard, flexed muscle with my other hand. “OH GOD!” I groaned. It wouldn’t have taken me long to cum. “Don’t cum yet!” AJ ordered, as he stopped flexing and mischievously grinned at me. Now relaxed from posing, AJ’s cockiness had subsided. He took me by the waist, pushed my body up to his hard, bronzed mass and kissed me. When we were done, he was biting his lip and looking at me with this mischievous grin. Like he was mulling something over in his head. “OK … I’m gonna try something!” he mysteriously announced. “Just go with it! Put your arms around my neck!” he ordered. Confused but excited, I grinned and did as AJ had instructed and put my arms around his neck and shoulders. When he bent down I knew exactly what he was attempting to do. He wrapped his right arm under my thighs and with effort, slightly awkwardly lifted me up off the ground. Both of us were laughing, with AJ also straining with the effort of lifting me. He managed to carry me to the hotel bed whilst I gripped on to his neck and threw me on to the mattress with a grunt. Cheekily grinning and looking pleased with himself at his semi-successful feat of strength, AJ knelt down at the end of the bed and rested his elbows on the mattress, his upper body just bursting with huge, bronzed muscle. “Move down a bit!” he ordered, with a devilish grin. Perched up by my elbows, I shuffled down to AJ as instructed, both of us mischievously grinning all the while. When I reached him, he grabbed my legs and told me to come further until both of them were wrapped around his huge, boulder shoulders. It was so surreal to see the contrast of my pale, fair skinned, slightly hairy legs and AJ’s gloriously bronzed skin. “You look really cute in these posers!” AJ said as he grabbed the straps of the lime green trunks and pulled them down until they were resting half way down my thighs. He gave my cock a hard squeeze before leaning in and taking it in his mouth. I groaned as I ran one hand over AJ’s newly shaved head and gripped his shoulder with the other. I could have easily cum in his mouth. It wouldn’t have taken me long. But AJ had other plans. Looking at me in a mischievous, sexy and determined way, AJ surprised me by instructing me to turn around. A surge of excitement rushed through me as I obeyed my boyfriend’s orders and spun around until I was leaning on all fours. Was AJ about to explore a territory he never had before? He gently ran his hands over my back, then my whole body shimmered as he gently kissed my shoulder blades. Then he kissed the centre of my back, then just above my waist. It was so incredibly intimate and erotic. And then I felt his hands placed gently on both of my buttocks and FUCK, I was ready and willing to do whatever AJ wanted. I was completely at his surrender. He gently kissed me on my right buttock and I giggled. Then he was pressing on them firmer with his hands. And then he was stretching my buttocks apart and I my hole involuntarily twitched. Fuck! I could feel his face not far from it. I wanted it so badly. I knew this was uncharted territory for AJ. Whatever he wanted to do, at whatever pace was completely fine. But God, I really, really wanted to feel AJ’s tongue on my hole. And then it was. I groaned as AJ’s tongue gently tickled my opening. He retreated his tongue and then my hole spasmed as he tickled it once more, while prizing my cheeks apart. I could tell he was wary. Taking his time. His tongue reached my hole a third time. This time it didn’t retreat. I melted and groaned as AJ firmly pressed his tongue against my opening and released this cute little groan. And then he pushed his tongue inside me, opening me up and I groaned loudly in response. All I wanted in that moment was for AJ to be inside me. My gorgeous, beautiful AJ. What happened next took me by complete surprise. My hole seemed to relax in a way it never had done before. Opening up for AJ’s tongue. He groaned in reaction and stuck his tongue in even more. Filling up my hole. Dancing around inside me. I hadn’t even thought that it was possible, but AJ had taken me a whole new heaven. “FUCK!” he groaned, as he retreated. I turned my head to see AJ with this manic look of desire and surprise on his face. Like he was discovering something amazing for the first time. “This is so fucking horny!” he exclaimed, shooting me a huge, excited grin. He then started playing with my hole with his fingers. I groaned in response and pushed my arse out. God. My body was his. To do whatever he fucking wanted with it. He owned it. Completely and wholly. AJ wrapped his other hand and arm around my waist and stomach and I gripped tightly on to his thick, muscular forearm, wanting to feel as much of him as I could. Still kneeling on the bed, I arched my back up and AJ pressed his muscular torso against my body. His pecs and abs sinking into my back, both of his big, bronzed arms now gripped around my stomach tightly. I twisted my neck to look at AJ and he leant in and kissed me. When we stopped kissing, he buried his face into my neck as I gripped his thick arms with my hands. His hard dick was pressed up against my arse cheeks. I reached round to grab it, and manually put it in between my cheeks. “Fuck!” AJ excitedly whispered as he rubbed the head of his throbbing cock against my hole. With AJ’s huge arms wrapped tightly around me, feeling his thick pecs and lumpy abs against my back and his dick rubbing against the opening of my arse, something came over which had never done before. I’d only had one failed attempt at being fucked. A guy I had been briefly seeing the year before. He’d really wanted it and I had been very drunk. I hadn’t been relaxed enough and as soon as he’d gone inside me, I’d panicked and moved away. In truth, I hadn’t really wanted to be fucked by him. In fact, I’d never really wanted it from any guy. I’d never craved anyone to be inside me. Until that moment. Because I suddenly wanted AJ inside me. So badly. I wanted to be as intimate with my beautiful bodybuilder boyfriend as I possibly could. I wanted his body inside of mine. The body I loved and worshipped. The body which made me melt and cum. The body which made me felt like I was dying every time I touched it. Or even just when I was near it. I squeezed his cock further, leant forward slightly, pushing out my arse, and pushed the head of AJ’s dick against my hole. I wasn’t nervous. I wasn’t scared. I just wanted him inside me. It wasn’t going in, but then AJ kissed me on my neck and squeezed his arms tighter around me. And just like it had done when AJ’s tongue had been in me, my arse relaxed and opened up and AJ’s cock slipped inside of me. It was a strange feeling at first. And there were times when I wanted it to stop. Where I found myself starting to think too much and feared that I was starting to tense up. But I rode it out. I pushed away the doubt. Reminded myself that I was safe with AJ. And as I fully relaxed my mind and the feeling of being fucked by AJ consumed me, I was transported to a place I’d never been before. It felt like waves of unimaginable pleasure were going through my body. One after the other. I remember thinking, so this is why so many guys do it? This is what it’s all about. It was like I’d finally found a key to a lock that I didn’t even know I could open. It almost didn’t feel real. Something not quite of this world. Much like AJ’s body, I guess. His insanely muscular body which he’d pushed beyond normal limits to become something so beautiful and special and freaky. A body that was now inside me. A body that was now a part of me. It was the closest I’d ever felt to AJ, and it was the most mind blowing and joyful experience I could imagine. So joyful that when I reached the most intense orgasm I’d ever had, I felt like I was going to cry from happiness. I don’t think I’ve ever made so much noise from cumming. Groaning and screaming from the immeasurable pleasure the first orgasm of it’s kind was giving me. Right before AJ joined in with his own orgasmic screams as he climaxed and came inside me.

Thirty Two I honestly didn’t know what was more responsible for my heart jumping into my throat; just the sole image of seeing AJ waddling out on stage with the cheekiest grin on his oh-so gorgeous face and giving an adorable little wave to a suddenly cheering audience, or the fact that, in between the time I’d left him backstage and now, he’d made the decision to take off his beloved lime green posing trunks and put on the shiny, hot pink pair I’d bought and gifted to him earlier that day instead. FUCK!! I’d expected to feel a lot of things seeing AJ on an actual bodybuilding stage. Excitement, arousal, surrealism. All of which I was very much experiencing in that moment. But never did I expect to feel pride. Because that was my boyfriend up there. My sweet, gorgeous, wonderful boyfriend, who’d I’d spent the last few months falling in love with, tanned up and ready to show off his outrageously muscular physique for an audience of muscle hungry spectators, all ready to marvel at the pumped up, beautifully bronzed bodybuilder on stage. As AJ reached the middle of the stage, his posing music started playing and my heart felt like it was about to burst with joy. I couldn’t believe it. It was the early noughties dance song that had been playing in AJ’s car the night he’d gifted me my Scorpio’s hoodie. That amazing night where we’d drank in his bedroom, started to open up to each other and his leg had pushed up against mine and he hadn’t moved it. The night where I’d realised that there was actually a chance that AJ Jones might reciprocate my feelings for him. It may have been coincidence, but something told me that AJ had chosen it because it reminded him of that particular evening. And because it reminded him of me. I watched on as AJ blew up his bronzed biceps to the loud cheers of the audience. The look on his face was so fucking cute and endearing. I don’t think I’ll ever forget it. The way he excitedly grinned at the audience response. And then I watched on as my bodybuilder boyfriend continued to hit pose after pose in the shiny pink posers I’d bought him. A front lat spread, a side chest, a side tricep. All with that cute, proud grin etched on his painfully gorgeous face as he indulged in one of the things he loved the most; flexing his outrageously developed muscles for an adoring audience of spectators. I felt so much love and affection for him in that moment it was overwhelming. AJ then spun around and hit a back lat spread. It was so surreal to see the thick lats I’d squeezed and held onto a dozen times in his bedroom, flexed on stage for an audience of hundreds to marvel at. Not to mention the thick, overdeveloped glutes that made up his cute, perfectly round and indecently muscular arse, now encased in the gloriously shiny material of his brand new trunks. I couldn’t help smirking at the memory at what I’d done to that arse in AJ’s shower just a few days before. AJ spun back around to face his audience with both of his arms flung behind the back of his head. With his face was animatedly scrunched up, AJ crunched down into an abs and thighs pose. The gorgeous little ab blocks sitting on his tummy popped out, looking more prominent and shredded than I’d ever seen them in real life, as they glistened under the stage lights with the bronzed competition tan I’d sprayed them with backstage. Flinging his arms back to the front, AJ cheekily scrunched up his face even more as he gripped his right hand over his left wrist and hit a quick, hard most muscular pose, his delts and upper arms exploding in the most insane fashion. But even though I loved the air of cheekiness my boyfriend was displaying on stage, I couldn’t help noticing that he wasn’t posing with even half of the cocky attitude I’d seen in the Facebook pictures of him in competition. Or even when he’d been flexing for me in his bedroom. Maybe he only saved that for his actual competitions when he was in super shredded condition? I suddenly remembered what he’d said to me in his bedroom that one time. That he doesn’t plan to be cocky on stage. That he gets a bit carried away and it just sort of happens. Maybe for whatever reason, AJ just wasn’t feeling like being particularly cocky on this occasion? The music quickly faded and I felt a stab of disappointment. It had been so inexplicably awesome and surreal to see AJ on stage, tanned and flexing in the shiny pink posers I’d bought him. But I couldn’t help feeling that the whole thing had been a little brief. I was fully expecting AJ to give another adorable wave and waddle off stage to an uproar of cheers, but something else happened instead. AJ bent down and knelt on the stage with one knee with his head down. My stomach twinged with excitement. What was going on?! And then another song kicked in. A deep, aggressive, throbbing beat. I think it may have been a Prodigy song. AJ then lifted his head up to face the audience, mouthing the lyrics to the song that was playing. Gone was the cheeky, excited grin he’d been wearing earlier, and in it’s place, an aggressive bordering on animalistic grimace. FUCKING HELL! AJ then stood up, before leaning forwards into a huge, trap exploding crab most muscular, his eyes jammed shut and his mouth wide open in the most animated fashion. More arrogant and attitude packed than any expression he’d displayed when flexing for me in his bedroom. JESUS CHRIST! The crowd went absolutely crazy. When he relaxed from the pose, the cheeky grin was back. Bigger than ever. There was no question about it. AJ was absolutely loving being ogled and cheered on by the audience. He then moved to the right side of the stage and cranked out an abs and thighs with his tongue cheekily stuck out, before waddling to the left and blasting out a front double bicep pose. His face arrogantly scrunched up while releasing a deep, loud growl as his guns erupted either side of his face. “ARRRRGGHHH!” I couldn’t fucking believe it. The earlier posing had clearly just been a warm up. I looked on in complete awe. I was excited. Even a little intimidated. But fucking hell was I aroused. I just couldn’t help thinking how insane it was that the tanned up bodybuilder who was ripping up the stage, hitting pose after pose, scrunching up his face, sticking out his tongue and grunting and growling as he displayed the most brilliantly cocky attitude conceivable was my fucking boyfriend. And just when I thought it couldn’t get any better, it did. A grinning, over excited looking AJ climbed down the stairs of the stage and waddled into the audience. Fuuuuuck! Everyone rose to their feet to get a glimpse of the flexing muscle freak, and I followed suit. I didn’t know why, but I felt immediately nervous at the prospect of AJ coming towards me. What would he do if he got near me? Acknowledge me? Crank out a pose in front of me? And how the fuck would I react if he did? Turn into a quivering wreck, spunk my fucking pants on the spot, or maybe even both? As I watched everyone gawp at AJ as he cheekily hit poses in front of people, I couldn’t help being reminded of the video I’d watched of Blaine Holton guest posing that morning I’d first bumped into AJ in the meat aisle of Tesco a few months ago. I’d wondered then what must have been going through Blaine’s mind as he flexed and squeezed his obscene mass for an audience of adoring spectators. And now I was wondering the very same thing about my boyfriend; what was going through AJ’s head as people crowded round him, took pictures with him, all wanting to be close to the muscle freak and watch him flex in his shiny pink posers? He’d already told me how much of a rush it was to flex at a bodybuilding show. But I had a feeling that no matter how he described it to me, I’d never really know just what that rush felt like. Perhaps just like AJ would never really know what a rush it was for me to be in such close proximity to the thing that turned me on more than anything in the world. To touch and worship, even just to witness the huge flexing muscle of a real life bodybuilder. AJ had moved towards the back of the theatre, completely bypassing the area I was seated. I turned to try and get a glimpse of him through the sea of audience members. I suddenly spotted two men with their backs to me, trying to get a glimpse of the action too, one of them leaning into the other and whispering into his ear. The two men probably weren’t even gay, nothing about them from the back suggested they were, but my mind was suddenly spiralling with things the one man might have said to the other about my boyfriend. “He’s so fucking hot!” “I can’t believe he’s wearing pink posing trunks!” “Look at that the size of the fucking arse!” or maybe even, “I want you to think about him when I’m fucking you later!” AJ seemed to be walking around the auditorium in a circle. And then my stomach clenched when I realised that he was starting to walk down the aisle my seat was one from the end of. Fuck! Sure enough, before long, he was making his way towards me. Strutting down the aisle, stopping to take a picture with a rather fit, meathead-looking bloke. He started walking again, then stopped to crank out a crab most muscular right in front of some poor, unsuspecting guy who was probably battling a massive sized erection at that very moment. And then AJ was on the move again, and he was coming straight towards me. FUCK! Why was I so nervous? It was fucking crazy. It was AJ. But then, it wasn’t. I’d never really seen this version of him before. Fully tanned up in his shiny pink posers. Flexing and putting on a show for a whole theatre full of people. Commanding their attention and owning the whole room with his crazy sized muscles and attitude packed posing. And clearly loving every fucking second of it. AJ stopped just a few metres away from me, everyone around me looking in his direction. With a cheeky glint in his eyes and his face beaming with excitement and joy, he tucked his thumbs under the straps of his posers and pulled them up and he blasted out a front lat spread pose. Everyone whooped and cheered around me as he shut one eye and cheekily stuck his tongue out. And I couldn’t but smirk, because in that moment, his expression looked just like the one in the AJ emoji. I wasn’t initially sure whether he’d spotted me, but he must have done at some point, because as he jogged passed me, without any eye contact, AJ gave me a cheeky tap on the shoulder, my whole body experiencing a sudden jolt of excitement in response. No one seemed to register or notice, because no one was looking at me. They were all too busy marvelling at the gorgeous, cocky muscle freak as he jogged back towards the stage, which he climbed on to and finished his guest posing spot with a final few attitude packed most muscular, his mouth wide open again, while arrogantly groaning and roaring to his adoring audience. And I just watched on, in disbelief that the bodybuilder everyone was cheering at was the man I’d spent the past few months falling in love with. The man who, against all odds, had pretty big feelings for me too. I didn’t really know whether AJ was in love with me. It didn’t really seem to matter that much, because I had a feeling he would be soon, if not now. It wasn’t until about twenty minutes and the show part of the competition had started, the stage filled up with nasty, grunting muscle daddies, that the seat next to me became occupied. AJ had this incredibly cheeky grin on his face as he walked up to me and sat down. It was fucking absurd but I felt weirdly shy in his presence. Even after all the time we’d spent together, all the things we’d done. I was almost overwhelmed with just how attracted I was to him in that moment, as he sat down in his black t-shirt and trackies, his ridiculously huge arms, neck and face now bronzed with proper bodybuilding competition tan. He looked like a proper, full blown bodybuilder. A genuine muscle freak. I felt like I could have exploded in my jeans right there and then. “How was I?” he cheekily said, leaning in and beaming at me. I felt so fucking sheepish and nervous in his presence and I hated it. “Really good!” I replied, my voice cracking a little. Ugh! It was such a shit response. Still grinning, AJ shot me a confused look. “You okay?” he asked. “Yeah!” I replied, still feeling ridiculously nervous. AJ just flashed me this warm, knowing grin. I didn’t have to say anything or explain myself. He clearly just knew what I was going through. It made me relax instantly and I managed to sheepishly grin back at him, all the time thinking how much I wanted to be alone with him. To be able to touch and kiss the insanely hot, bronzed bodybuilder in the seat adjacent to mine. As the top four bodybuilders in the Masters category all hit a side chest pose, I felt a surge of bravery. Still looking straight ahead, I leaned towards AJ. “Nice trunks, by the way!” I could see him looking at me and smiling out of the corner of my eye. “Thanks! Some little cutie gave them to me!” he said in a hushed voice. I bit my lip and caught his eye, both of us grinning at each other. “I changed after you left! Wanted it to be a surprise!” AJ explained. I grinned and nodded. And then he said something which set my heart thumping. “I’ve still got ‘em on, by the way!” he then added. Fuuuuck! The thought of those pink posers hiding under AJ’s trackies was so unspeakably hot. “Good song choices, too!” I said, a little nervously. He grinned at me again. “The first one kinda reminds me of someone,” he said, in a hushed voice. “Also a little cutie!” I bit my lip and dreamily grinned. I wanted so much to wrap my arm around AJ’s neck in that moment and nuzzle into his body. To show the whole auditorium that the bodybuilder they’d been going nuts over was mine. To show them how much this gorgeous, amazing man meant to me. Neither of us spoke again for a while after that. I just sat there watching the assorted freaks and monsters flex and pose and grunt on stage as various people called out their names in the audience in support, all the time feeling the most incredible buzz at being joined by AJ and thinking about what he’d said to me. That he’d chosen the song because it had reminded him of me. That he was still wearing his shiny pink posing trunks underneath his trackies (fuck). And how he’d adorably referred to me as a “little cutie”. Watching the actual bodybuilding show was a unique experience. It was odd, because I was watching the kind of tanned up, shredded monsters in shiny, colourful posers who turned me to such an insane degree. But I wasn’t in the comfort of my bedroom, alone and horny where I could do whatever I wanted like I usually was when I was watched flexing bodybuilders. I was in a public place. A packed theatre full of complete strangers. What was usually an incredibly erotic experience for me, suddenly wasn’t. And yet, that still didn’t stop me from swelling in my jeans at various points in the show. I guess the way I get a hard on the bus or the tube, or in class whenever my mind slips to muscle. Weight class after weight class rolled out on stage, the bodybuilders getting bigger and freakier with each one. Some bodybuilders were obscenely hot. Some outrageously cocky. Some wearing the shiniest, nastiest posers possible. But all the while, I couldn’t help thinking that, while it was a unique and interesting experience to witness real life bodybuilders in competition, what was really setting my heart racing, what was there, constantly on my mind of every second I was at the show, was the fact that I had my very own huge, gorgeous bodybuilder right there next to me, and the rest of the night we had to spend together after the show had finished. Just as the competitors of the Heavyweight class strutted and waddled out on stage, my phone vibrated in my pocket. Thinking nothing of it, I took it out to check my notifications and my chest swelled up when I saw the name on my screen. The way it always did when AJ messaged me. I glanced over at him and he shot me this smug little smirk. I examined my screen closer to read what he’d text me. “If I don’t kiss you soon I think I might explode!” Fuuuuck! I felt like I’d levitated from my fucking seat. I somewhat shyly looked at the fully bronzed bodybuilder next to me. He was biting his lip and looking so fucking smug and pleased with himself. I literally couldn’t stop smiling. God. I wanted so badly to kiss him too. And to touch him. I wondered in that moment whether I could actually get away with brushing my leg against his. The way we did at the back row of the dimly lit cinema. I started to text AJ back. “Hey, I’m not stopping you. Go for it!” And then I followed it up with the AJ emoji. I glanced over and watched AJ’s mouth curl into this big, gorgeous, grin as he read my text. Then he looked up at me, playfully rolled his eyes and gave me a look as it say, yeah, right! before tapping away at his phone again. My phone vibrated in my hand and I excitedly looked at the screen. “Remember when I said I usually feel really horny when I come off stage?” Fuck! I’m sure I started blushing. I text him back, my heart thumping. “I , erm...vaguely recall!” AJ let out a little chuckle as he read my message and started to tap at his phone again. “Well you’ll never guess what?” And then he followed it with the monkey covering his mouth emoji, and the blushing face. I beamed as I read the message and looked over at him. He gave me this insanely sexy look, as if to say, I’m horny as fuck and this is bloody torture, and I just grinned back at him, my hard on throbbing in my jeans. I started to text him back. I was feeling mischievous. “Toilets in 5 minutes?” I typed, with the aubergine and water splash emojis. AJ laughed quietly as he read my message. “Do not tempt me! GRRRR!! Can’t wait to get you back to that hotel!” “Can we teleport there NOW?!” I messaged back. He looked at me and beamed. Just as the Heavyweight monsters were crunching down into abs and thighs poses on stage with assorted grunts and hisses, I tapped at my phone and composed another text to AJ. “I can’t believe you’ve still got your pink posers on!” AJ tapped away as I watched a dozen shredded abs crunch on stage. “EURGHH!” “HSSSSSS!” I tore my eyes away and checked my phone the second AJ’s reply came through. “Are you kidding me?! My Little Cookie bought me these! I’m never taking them off!” As I melted into my seat, I looked up at AJ, but he initially wasn’t looking back at me. Almost like he felt too shy to do so. He looked a little sheepish and when he finally turned to glance at me, his mouth curled into this cute little grin. I love you so much, I felt like messaging back, but I didn’t. In fact, I didn’t reply to that message, because my mind was now focused on something else. How much I wanted to be back at that hotel room. I sat and watched the six Heavyweight muscle monsters on stage cranking out simultaneous most musculars. “ARGGHH!” EURRGHH!” “YEEAAHH!!” As the crowd cheered around me, I leaned into AJ. “Wanna go?” I asked, quietly. AJ shot me a surprised but excited look. “You sure?” he asked. “We’ll miss Mark and Liam!” I gave a little shrug and AJ bit his lip and giddily grinned. Mark Green, Liam “The Guns” Watson and the rest of the Super Heavyweight competitors hadn’t taken to the stage again for the finals yet, but I didn’t care. I just wanted to be alone with the man I was in love with. I was about to get exactly what I wanted. Beaming at me with an excitable grin, AJ cocked his head towards the exit. My insides felt like they were exploding as he said two single words to me. “Let’s go!”

Thirty My heart skipped a beat as I stood and watched AJ walking up to me outside the Little Denton train station with a holdall over his shoulder and a gorgeous, cheeky grin on his face. He looked more tanned than I’d ever seen him, was wearing a tight fitted, black t-shirt, which his huge arms bulged out of and his thick thighs were squeezed into his painted on jeans. More significantly though, sometime in the twenty four hours since I’d last seen AJ, he’d shaved his head and was now sporting an all over buzz cut. FUCKING HELL! He’d literally never looked sexier. I even felt a little nervous as the insanely hot bodybuilder approached me. Which was completely absurd considering I’d spent a large proportion of the previous few weeks being wrapped around him naked on his bed. Not to mention the fact that he also happened to be my fucking boyfriend. “What’s in the suitcase?” AJ asked, beaming at me. “Four days worth of work clothes!” I replied. “Oh yeah! Course!” he said, rolling his eyes at his own stupidity. It was the Saturday of AJ’s guest posing spot at the bodybuilding show in London. With my work experience placement at Third Hill Publishing starting the following Monday, I’d be going straight to my friends place the following day, while AJ would be travelling back to Little Denton alone. In the previous few days I had made an effort to try and take a more positive view of the situation. As I had assured AJ that afternoon in his bedroom when I’d told him about the placement, I would only be staying in London for five days. And as AJ had reasoned at the time, those five days would probably fly by. And although I was trying not to dwell on the future too much, there was a part of me that recognised that five days apart from each other would become a regular occurrence once I’d gone back to university. That morning, however, my thoughts were firmly focused on what would be happening before my work placement. Not only would I be spending the entire weekend with AJ and staying with him in a hotel, but I would be going to my very first bodybuilding show, where I’d get to see my bodybuilder boyfriend guest pose on stage. HOLY FUCKING HELL! “When did you do that to your hair?” I asked AJ. He pulled his “eeeek” face. “This morning! Do you hate it?!” he asked, wincing. “NO!” I said, giving him a wide eyed look. I did miss his regular hair a little but, FUCK, AJ looked so fucking sexy. My legs were practically quivering. “The opposite!” I replied, a little sheepishly. AJ’s mouth erupted in a dreamy grin. “Phew!” he said. When we boarded the second train of our journey to London, there was no one else in our carriage. “This is cosy!” AJ said to me as we were sat down, me in the window seat and him spilling out of his on either side. He leaned into the aisle to have a good look down the carriage to see if anyone was approaching. Then, with a mischievous look on his face, he wrapped one of his huge arms around my leg, his hand firmly gripping the inside of my thigh near my knee. At the same time he bought his face into my neck and just lovingly grinned at me. FUUUUCK! I gripped on to his arm and nuzzled into the top of his head. “You look so fucking sexy!” I said, rubbing his soft, shaven, buzz cut head with one hand. AJ looked up at me and mischievously grinned. “Wait until you see me on stage!” he said, cheekily raising his eyebrows. And then he tensed his upper body and let out a, “GRRRRR!” Fuuuuck!! I started to swell under his huge arm. “Mmmmm!” he said, with a devilish smirk, pushing his arm down against my rock hard, throbbing cock. I bit my lip. “Are there cameras in the toilets?” he joked. It was such an indescribably horny moment. Being squashed up to my bodybuilder boyfriend, who was tanned and pumped and ready to hit a bodybuilding stage in just a few hours, his chunky, hairless, tanned arm wrapped tightly around my leg as I gripped on to it. I was trapped. Completely at his mercy. I probably would have let him do whatever the fuck he wanted to do to me in that moment. Even if it meant being thrown off the train by the conductor. Unfortunately the affection stopped when more people entered our carriage, and it didn’t start again until we’d checked into our hotel. But it was still so incredibly erotic being sat next to AJ on the train. Not to mention frustrating. I so badly wanted to just wrap my fingers around his, hold his hand and rest my head on his huge shoulder. To show my affection for my amazing, gorgeous, beautiful boyfriend. Just the same as any straight girl would be able to. Being stood up so close to him on the tube en route to the hotel was just as equally exciting and frustrating. “This is … weird!” AJ said to me, leaning closer as we clung on to the bars. “What?!” I asked. “No one’s staring at me!” he replied. I grinned at him. “It’s London. No one cares!” I replied, even though I definitely had noticed a few lingering glances in AJ’s direction. “That’s no fun!” AJ cheekily said. “Maybe I should take my top off?” I giggled and dreamily looked at him, before noticing a pretty hot, butch looking gay guy sitting down, who actually was staring at us, kind of wide eyed and definitely intrigued. As our eyes met, one corner of his mouth curled into this knowing, little grin. Like he was saying, “Jesus, mate. Your boyfriend is fucking HOT!” Or maybe he was just thinking that we looked kind of cute together. There was something about being away from Little Denton with AJ that not only felt exciting but also incredibly special. Just being on the train and the tube with him. Getting around London. Helping him get through the barriers at the station. Leading the way. It felt like we were embarking on our own little adventure. I also couldn’t help thinking that this is what it would be like if AJ moved down here once I’d finished university and we maybe rented a little flat together. Going out regularly and exploring the city together, away from our parents and families. Me working in publishing. AJ working in a gym as a full time personal trainer. Maybe even working for himself with a bucket load of regular clients. A proper little couple with our own life in London. “Wow! This is really nice!” I said to AJ, as we entered the hotel room. He threw his holdall on the floor and wrapped his huge arms under mine and around my back, while looking at me lovingly. I pressed myself against him and sank into his huge mass. Would touching AJ ever not feel amazing, I wondered. I never, ever wanted to forget how this felt. AJ leaned his face in to mine and kissed me passionately. As we kissed, I ran one of my hands through his freshly shaven hair. “Fuuuck!” AJ hushed, as we parted lips. “I’ve been dying to do that all morning!” he said. I dreamily grinned back at my beautiful bodybuilder boyfriend. “Although I could have done it a lot sooner if you hadn’t spent half an hour in that Harry Potter shop at King’s Cross!” I smirked and rolled my eyes. “I’m not apologising for my love of Harry Potter!” I firmly said. “I just don’t remember there being any shredded bodybuilders at Hogwarts. Or any lime green posing trunks!” I grinned ecstatically at AJ’s Hogwarts reference. “Wait - have you read the books?” I asked, feeling a twinge of excitement. AJ screwed his face up. “NO!” he scoffed, as if the idea of him reading a book for pleasure would be ludicrous. “I’ve seen the films!” I giggled and AJ took my hand and led me to the hotel bed. We fell on to it and he climbed on top of me. He grabbed my belt buckle and started to undo my belt and before I knew it my hard, throbbing cock was out and AJ was sucking me off. Fuuuuuck. With my hand on his freshly shaved hair, AJ stopped sucking and looked up at me with a mischievous grin. “Can’t wait for you to see me pose on stage!” he cheekily said, giving my cock a firm squeeze. I grinned back at him and he took the head of my cock in his mouth and started to suck again. I groaned, while simultaneously picturing AJ flexing on stage at the bodybuilding show. He stopped sucking and looked up at me again. “And I definitely want you to do that thing you did to me the other day in the shower, again!” he said. “After I’ve shown off what a pumped up little freak I am!” And then he plunged down again, making a muffled groan. I giggled, but FUCK, it was so sexy hearing AJ talk that way. “Oh God!” I groaned as I gripped on to his shaved head. “I think you’d better stop!” I exclaimed. AJ obeyed and looked at me again with the sexiest little grin. “I wanna save it!” I told him, even though I was so close to blowing a load. AJ climbed up the bed and lay down next to me, wrapping his enormous arms around me so I was snuggled into him. I literally couldn’t wipe the smile off my face. It felt like it was going to be the perfect weekend. As AJ went to use the bathroom, I opened up my suitcase and retrieved a parcel. My stomach clenched as I pictured what was inside of it. When he came back to the room, I nervously handed it to him. “What’s this?!” he asked, looking confused and suspicious. I shrugged and gave him a sheepish smirk. My heartbeat quickened as AJ opened up the packet and his eyes widened to comical effect when he drew out the indecently shiny, hot pink posing trunks I’d ordered off the Internet the day after he’d told me about the bodybuilding show. “OH MY GOD!” he said, holding them up. Even just seeing him holding the shiny, pink trunks in his hands was an obscenely hot image. “No pressure to wear them today!” I said. “That’s not why I bought them! Just … thought you could do with another pair, like you said!” “Awww, Noah!” he said to me. He looked genuinely touched. Meanwhile my insides were melting. As well as feeling pretty pleased with myself that my gift had gone down well. Is this how AJ had felt when he’d gifted me my bright blue Scorpio’s gym hoodie all those weeks ago? “I love them!” AJ exclaimed, studying them. “And they’re pretty fucking hot!” he added, with a tone of surprise. I gave him a wide eyed look and nodded as if to say, you’re telling me! I almost hadn’t been able to believe just how hot the posers were when I’d received them a few days before and I’d first taken them out of the packet. I had even been tempted to try the shiny fuckers on myself. AJ jumped off the bed and stood in front of the mirror, putting the pink posers up to his groin over his jeans in the most adorable and sexiest manner. “My very own pink posing trunks! GRRRRR!” Then he came back over to me and swooped me up in his arms. “Awww! Thanks, Cookie!” he said, as I buried my face into his neck and clung on to his back. I felt like I wanted to cry with happiness. We stayed like that for a little while, just holding each other. “Mmmm. We should get going!” AJ finally said in my ear. I retreated from his neck and gazed at him. He gave me a loving look and we kissed each other. When we parted lips, the corner of AJ’s mouth curled into this cheeky, little grin. “So …,” he began, in a mischievous tone, “ready to see a bunch of flexing, shredded muscle freaks?”

Next chapter and here's the second illustration my mate "Reeddune" did for me. Feels fitting to include it in this chapter given what AJ is wearing! ? Twenty Five I groaned into AJ’s mouth as his tongue danced with mine and my hand slipped down and gripped on to one of his huge upper arms. Fuck! I was pinned up against his bedroom door. We’d barely been able to keep our hands off each other since we’d entered his house. “FUCK!” I cried as AJ cheekily flexed his arm and the freakish ball of marble-like bicep muscle exploded under my fingertips. Freshly pumped from the gym, it felt even bigger and harder than the last time. I probably could have exploded in my undies right there and then. If AJ hadn’t already confessed how much he loved the effect his flexed muscle had on me, I would known in that moment, anyway, by the smug, excitable look on his face. AJ was clearly getting a huge kick out of how much feeling his flexed bicep wowed and turned on me. “Go to the bathroom for two minutes!” he ordered, with a devilish grin. I gave him a confused but excited grin. “Whyyyy?” I asked suspiciously. “Just do it!!” he cheekily demanded. I kissed him and obeyed his order, highly suspecting that I was going to walk back into the room to find AJ in nothing but his shiny lime green posing trunks (FUCK). I was a little gutted when I returned to find him still wearing his trackies and a vest. I looked around the room and narrowed my eyes. “What was all that about?” He playfully shrugged, wrapped his arms around my back, pushed his huge, pumped, muscle tits into my regular sized chest and kissed me passionately. How could one man turn me on, arouse me and excite me to such a degree that AJ did? Whenever I touched him. Whenever I kissed him. I felt like I was constantly on the verge of exploding with ecstasy. We’d soon switched places, and it was AJ who was up against the door. His vest had come off, most of my own clothes had been removed, and I was bending down so I was faced with his huge, hard dick, sticking out and bulging through his gym trackies. Fuck! I wanted to worship that dick with my tongue. I wanted to make him blow. Harder, faster and more intensely than he’d ever done before. I wanted to make his toe curls. His eyes roll back. His whole body quiver and burst as he exploded in my mouth. I grabbed the waistband of his trackies and gently pulled them down. Instead of being faced with the material of whatever colour boxer shorts AJ had been wearing that day, I was faced with something which made my heart skip a beat; the bright and inexplicably shiny material of AJ Jones’ lime green posing trunks. FUCKING HELL!! I looked up at AJ, wide eyed and excited. His gorgeous, bumpy ab blocks, huge, hanging tits and a smug but oh-so-gorgeous grin staring down at me. As I’d suspected, AJ had banished me to the bathroom so he could take off his underwear and put his posers on. Hiding them under his clothes to surprise me was something I definitely hadn’t predicted him to do. The trunks were so much shinier than I anticipated they would be. Without a doubt, they were the horniest clothing garment I’d ever come into contact with. Much hotter than the leather jeans Andy had been squeezing his big, meaty arse into. I squeezed AJ’s hard on, which was tenting the obscenely shiny posing trunk material and he groaned. I gently took it out of it’s lime green poser wrapper and there it was; the most gorgeous cock I’d ever seen, juddering and sticking out from the ridiculously muscular body of the most beautiful boy I’d ever been with. AJ gave the hottest little groan and sank his fingers into my hair as I put the head of his thick, hard cock in my mouth. As I danced my wet tongue around the rim, I looked up to see AJ in some sort of state of euphoria. It was the sexiest image. Seeing a bodybuilder in posing trunks, freshly pumped from the gym in a state of arousal because of me. I wanted to spend the whole night worshipping AJ and his cock. To make him cum over and over again. I felt him pull back and I looked up to see him still aroused and in a state of bliss, but gently shaking his head as he giddily smirked at me. I knew what it meant; that he was dangerously close to cumming but didn’t want to do so just yet. “Sit on the edge of the bed!” AJ gently ordered. I obeyed, and he followed me. Kneeling down on the floor, he helped me get my trackies and boxers off and began to suck and play with my fully erect cock as I ruffled his hair. I could tell by AJ’s face that he really loved sucking me off. He always made these hot groaning noises too as he did. It was like he couldn’t get enough of it. It was so obscenely fucking sexy. “GRRRRR!” he growled, giving my hard, wet cock a firm squeeze. While I was still perched on the edge of his bed naked, AJ stood up, his expression an insanely hot mixture of determination and arousal. He then adjusted his trunks so that his cock was nestled back in the shiny, lime green pouch of his posers. Oh God, I thought. This is it. He’s gonna fucking do it! He’s actually gonna pose for me! And then he did. The very thing he’d been teasing me about the last few days since I’d confessed how much bodybuilders turned me on. AJ, the posing trunk wearing bodybuilder who I’d not long been kissing, lifted both of his arms up either side of his head and, twisting his gaze from side to side to get a good look at both of his arms, cranked down into a front double bicep. He released an obscenely hot grunt as he did so and his face suddenly contorted into an arrogant and obscenely hot grimace. It was the horniest and most surreal image. A proper bodybuilder flexing just for me! FUUUUCKKK!! AJ looked from his flexed biceps to me, his mouth curling into this sexy, smug little smirk, as I watched on in sheer awe and excitement. He relaxed from the pose, a cheeky, excitable grin on his face. AJ was clearly loving putting on a show for me and showing off his muscle. He then curled his fingers around both of the straps of his shiny green posing trunks, and with his lips pursed, he blasted out a front lat spread pose. “OOOOH!” he outrageously grunted as the lime green straps hoisted up and AJ’s tits jumped and twitched. “FUCK!” I exclaimed, in response. I couldn’t help it. A cocky grin emerged on AJ’s face as he continued to hold the pose and look down at me. He then made the most outrageously cocky move; he cheekily exclaimed, “YEAH!” and animatedly nodded his head. He looked like a man possessed as he played the part of a cocky, flexing bodybuilder. As he twisted to one side and transitioned into a side chest pose, AJ let out the hottest and most inexplicably hot grunt. “EURGH!!” Fuck! I couldn’t hold back any longer. Watching AJ pose in front of me while displaying the cockiest and most animated attitude was such an insane turn on, that I reached for my throbbing hard on and began to wank off. AJ’s eyes widened in surprise and excitement as I did so. “Fuck!” he ushered, at what was suddenly unfolding. AJ spun around and cranked his arms down into a back double bicep with a loud grizzly, grunt, which sounded a bit like, “HRRYEEAHH!” Fucking HELL! I loved how much he was getting into it. It made the whole thing just so much hotter. My eyes were transfixed on one thing only; the big, round gorgeous cheeks which made up AJ’s obscenely beefy arse, spilling out of the shiny, lime green material of his posers. I wanted to do so many things to that insanely hot arse. If AJ would let me. “OOOOOH!” AJ exclaimed as he opened up his back in a back lat spread pose, making it look wider than it ever had. He spun back around to face me, still wearing that excitable and cheeky grin. AJ then stepped closer to me, reached for my left free hand and, with an excited smirk, placed it flat over his stomach. His skin was soft and slightly sticky. I could feel the bumps of muscle underneath, and the ridges which separated them. He then threw both of his arms behind the back of his head and I knew exactly what was coming next. His face transformed into the most outrageously cocky grimace. “HSSSSS!!” AJ cranked down into an abs and thighs pose. His gorgeous, block-like tummy muscles crunched and exploded underneath my hand. I was feeling and touching the hard, flexed abs of a real life bodybuilder. “FUCK!” I cried in response, continuing to wank off. I was so close to cumming. I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold it in any longer. AJ bought his arms back down and, clamping his fists together, cranked down into a most muscular pose with a short, sharp, grizzly growl. His biceps popping, his shoulders looking bigger and rounder than ever and his whole upper body exploding with incredible mass. “Oh God! I’m close!” I cried, as I continued to plunge up and down on my throbbing cock. “Fuck!” AJ exclaimed, excitedly. He reached for my hand again and placed it over one of his upper arms, my fingers gripping the huge, solid, un-flexed muscle. He lifted both of his arms up and then cranked back down into a crab most muscular and I felt his warm, hard, marble-like bicep erupt and explode in my hand. “ARGGHHHH!!” he shouted loudly in my ear as he hit the pose. It was all too much. The attitude. The noise. The exploding bicep underneath my grip. “OH GOD! OH FUCK! ARRRGGGHH!!” Still squeezing AJ’s huge arm with my other hand, I screamed as my cock exploded and thick ropes of cum erupted from the head. I couldn’t stop groaning. I just kept cumming and cumming. The orgasm didn’t seem to stop. “FUCK!!” AJ exclaimed excitedly, while also releasing a few chuckles, when I’d finally stopped. “Oh God!” I panted. I was a mess. A sweaty, heaving, cum soaked mess on a post orgasmic high. I started laughing too and buried my head into AJ’s abs as he placed his hands around my back. I looked up at him. He was beaming down at me. I could tell he was still on a high from having someone cum over his flexing muscles. “Fuck!” he said, shaking his head. “That was so hot!!” I melted and grinned back at him. And then something else stole my attention. AJ was tenting his lime green posers. I grabbed the straps and pulled them down. Now it was AJ’s turn to blow his load. He groaned loudly as I swallowed his cock. I don’t really know what came over me in that moment. Just as AJ had turned into an animal when he’d been stood over me hitting pose after pose and flexing his muscles with attitude, I’d turned into some kind of horn crazed beast, determined to make the beautiful bodybuilder before me cum as hard and fast as possible. It didn’t take AJ long to give me exactly what I wanted. “I’m gonna cum!! Noah! OH GOD! ARGGHHHH!! AHHHHHHH!!” AJ shouted as he exploded in my mouth. I loved how he called out my name just before he came. Just as he’d done the first time. “That was one of the most intense orgasms I’ve ever had!” AJ exclaimed, once he’d collapsed on the bed next to me and wrapped me up in a cuddle. “FUCK!” he added, like he couldn’t quite believe how good it was. AJ’s huge chest was heaving up and down as he tried to catch his breath. I giggled as I gripped his waist and tangled my ordinary sized legs with his thick thighs. “So … how was the posing?” he asked. “Hmmm!” I said, in a jokey, unenthusiastic manner. “It was okay, I guess!” I said, playfully shrugging. I looked at AJ and gave him a knowing grin and he squeezed me tight and grinned back. “I think you could do with a bit of practice, though!” I added. His eyes playfully widened. “Oh, really?!” “Mmmm. You could be a lot cockier for a start. And a lot noisier!” “Okay, I actually don’t know whether you’re still joking now!” AJ said, grinning, I squeezed his waist and gave him a reassuring grin. “I fucking LOVED it!” His mouth curled into an adorable, dreamy grin. “I kinda got that impression! I loved it too, by the way. And seeing your reaction. FUCK!” “Yeah?” I asked, biting my lip. “Mmmm. Seeing you crazy over my muscles! GRRRRR! Just makes me wanna get bigger. And more shredded!” FUUUUUCK!! “I would one hundred per cent support that!” I said. AJ giggled. “You know you could have just asked to feel my biceps weeks ago? I would have let you!” I pulled a face. “As if I would have had the NERVE to do that!” “Well, that guy in the toilets of the pub did!” That guy in the toilets isn’t falling in love with you, I thought. “Don’t feel like you have to stay yes, but … how would you feel about staying over tonight?” AJ asked me. Fuck! My heart expanded in my chest. “Isn’t your mum coming back later?” I asked. AJ shrugged. “Yeah! She won’t think anything of it, though. She’ll probably ask us if we’re having a sleepover!” he said, rolling his eyes. I laughed. I could just imagine AJ’s mum saying that to us. “I’d love to!” I said, looking at AJ lovingly. He dreamily smiled at me and gave me a squeeze. “Mmmmm! Will be nice to wake up with you! My mum and Andy go to work really early too. And I get pretty horny in the morning!” I raised one eyebrow and grinned at him. “Oh, by the way. I haven’t said this to you yet, but you have a really hot arse!” I said. AJ’s eyes widened in surprise and he chuckled. “It’s been said before!” he said cheekily. “Yours is cute too, by the way!” For some reason, his statement really surprised me. I furrowed my eyebrows. “Have you been checking out my arse?!” I asked playfully, thinking about that very first time we’d been reunited in Tesco when I’d been doing that very thing with AJ. He mischievously grinned. “A couple of times! It looks especially good in your gym trackies! It’s really cute and pert!” Then he reached his hand around and gave one of my arse cheeks a gentle squeeze and my body tingled. “Well, yours is … FUCK! For a start, it’s HUGE!” I said. AJ beamed at me in response. “And also looks good in your gym trackies. And your work trousers. And your shorts. And your painted on jeans. And your shiny, lime green posers! And … OK, it pretty much looks hot in EVERYTHING!” AJ laughed. “Mmmmm!” he said, squeezing me. “Do you think we could just stay in bed for the rest of the week? Fuck Tesco’s. Fuck the Leisure Centre. Fuck Scorpio’s. Actually, maybe not Scorpio’s. I’d lose all my muscle. And then I wouldn’t be a bodybuilder!” I didn’t really think about what I said next. If I had, I may not have said it. “I’d still like you just as much!” I told him. And I very much believed that I would. As soon as I’d said it I felt sheepish. AJ furrowed his eyebrows slightly, like he wasn’t really sure whether to believe me, but the corner of his mouth curled into this cute little grin, and neither of us said anything more about it. AJ had been right about his mum. She’d been fine with me sleeping over. Being in AJ’s bed with the lights off, cuddling up to him under the duvet while my legs wrapped around his and he held me in his arms, being completely engulfed by his mass and his incredible scent, I couldn’t remember a time when I’d fallen asleep feeling happier or more content. But when I woke up at around five am the next morning, still in AJ’s bed but untangled from him, everything silent and still, I suddenly felt this crushing anxiety. Because I knew that whatever was happening in that moment with me and AJ wouldn’t last. That there were only so many weeks left of the summer, and then I would be going back to university, where I wouldn’t get to see AJ every day. And then, lying awake, staring at AJ’s back as he slept next to me, my thoughts started spiralling, and I couldn’t seem to stop them. I wondered whether me and AJ could make it work once I’d gone back to London. Maybe I could come back every weekend, or AJ could come down and visit me, when he could get the time off work, obviously. But would it be the same as what we had now? And would AJ even want to try and make it work? And even if he did, what would happen in a years time when I’d graduated? I’d been certain of what I wanted to do when that time came for so long. I was adamant that I wanted to get a job in publishing. That was why I was doing an English Literature degree. That was why I’d applied to do a number of work experience placements at publishing houses at the beginning of the summer, none of which I’d heard back from. And almost all of those jobs were in London. Being anywhere else, moving back to Little Denton, it had never been an option. But where would that leave me and AJ? Should I give it all in to be close to him? Could I persuade him to move to London? Would he even want to? He had his life here in Little Denton. His jobs. Scorpio’s. And all of his friends and family were here. It wasn’t like I could just really ask him, either. Just a few weeks earlier he’d been terrified to even admit that he had feelings for me. And even now we were sort of together, he wouldn’t let me tell anyone. Not even my best friend. Asking him if he’d maybe move half way across the country just to be with me would probably guarantee that he’d run for the hills and never want to see me again. I wanted so much in that moment to stop time. Or somehow make it so the summer just repeated on a loop, over and over again. I wanted to be twenty years old forever, lying next to the boy who made my heart want to burst and my head want to explode. The sweetest, most wonderful boy, who excited, aroused and turned me on more than anyone I’d ever met. I finally managed to drift off back to sleep. When I woke up a few hours later, AJ’s arm was tightly wrapped around me, his scent more powerful than ever, those early morning anxieties had faded and all of those questions were now buried somewhere deep at the back of my head. I didn’t know what was going to happen, or what would become of us, but there was one thing in that moment that I knew for sure. That I’d fallen in love with AJ Jones.

Twenty Two “OMG! Did you hear about the latest episode of AJ and Noah In The Land of Beef?” I grinned ecstatically into my phone as I read AJ’s Facebook message. I’d woken up that morning wondering whether the night before had been some kind of dream. Or whether I’d slipped into some crazy teen film where the slim, bookish muscle addict gets the hottest and biggest muscle guy in town. Like some kind of warped, British muscle addict version of Sixteen Candles. “Oooh, no! What’s it about?” I typed, playing along. Three dots. “Get this. AJ and Noah…GET IT ON!!” I sent through the monkey face covering his mouth emoji then followed it up with text. “What, you mean…” and then I sent three more emojis. The two boys holding hands, the aubergine that people use as a dick and the water splash. “HAHAHA!! Yep!” AJ typed. “Was it a hit with viewers?” “Oh a MASSIVE hit! One viewer in particular loved it!” And then he sent two emojis. The blushing face with the eyes wide open and the best one of them all. The AJ emoji. Three dots. AJ was tying another message. “People have been asking me all morning why I look so happy, by the way!” I melted as I pictured a giddy looking AJ waddling around Tesco and bulging out of his tight fitted, polo work shirt with a huge, giddy grin on his painfully gorgeous face. All because of me. “Hehe!! My mum actually asked me a similar thing. I think she’s a bit suspicious! Even more so than usual!” And then I sent the eye rolling emoji. “Haha! Oh shit! My break’s over. Better get back to work!” AJ typed. He sent a frowning face emoji and my heart dropped. But his next message was about to pick me up again. “See you at about five!” Fuck! We hadn’t discussed plans to meet up again that day. I sent him three question marks while all the time feeling incredibly excited. “Oh yeah. Forgot to tell you. You’re coming round to mine later.” AJ messaged. Fucking, fucking YES!! I loved how cheeky and forthright AJ was being, but I couldn’t resist playing along. “Oh, AM I now?” I messaged back. “Yep! Unless you want me to pick you up at yours so I can have a chat with your mum?” “DON’T YOU DARE!” I typed. Three dots. “HAHA!! See you at mine then!” And then he sent me an emoji he’d never sent before. The one with the face blowing a kiss with the little heart near it’s mouth. “Oooh, I can’t keep up with you!” my mum said as I stood in the kitchen after informing her I was going out. “Yesterday you were miserable as sin and today you look like the cat who got the cream!” Hmmm. Or the horn crazed, beef obsessed muscle addict who got the huge, cute, gorgeous bodybuilder! I rolled my eyes and shook my head but couldn’t help smiling at her comment. There was clearly no point trying to hide how happy I was. “Am I ever gonna get to meet this mystery boyfriend?” she asked. “NO! Because he doesn’t exist!” I informed her. “Well someone’s got your head in a tizzy. I hope he’s worth it!” I smirked. Oh, he’s definitely worth it, I thought. Fucking HELL is he worth it! I couldn’t stop grinning as I stood on AJ’s doorstep waiting for him to answer the door. I wondered in that moment whether it was possible for someone to spontaneously combust from excitement. Never did I anticipate AJ to open the door wearing nothing but a pair of the cutest, bright red boxer shorts and an excitable, mischievous grin. His perfectly round muscle tits and gorgeous, tummy bursting ab blocks on full, glorious display. As soon as AJ had shut the door, he’d spun around and was wrapping his huge arms around my back, pressing his outrageously muscular body against mine and kissing me with an intense passion. This can NOT be happening, I thought. Maybe I’d fallen asleep on Sunday night and hadn’t woken up since? Maybe the previous twenty hours had all been one long, amazing dream where the huge, gorgeous competitive bodybuilder I’d spent the past month pining over decided that, against all odds imaginable, he actually wanted me back? “Hello!” he cheekily said as we parted lips, and were both just looking at each other, still fully embraced. “Hey! Nice pants!” I exclaimed. He giggled. One of his cute, little giggles I loved so much. “I didn’t think it was worth getting dressed!” he shrugged, with a straight face, before his mouth curled into one of his heart meltingly gorgeous grins. Pressed up against AJ’s body, his abs pushing into the fabric of my t-shirt, sinking into his enormous arms, I was rock hard. My cock was pushing into his crotch. Fuck! “Mmmm!” AJ said, with a cheeky raised eyebrow, as he squeezed me tighter still. “We’ve got about an hour before my mum and Andy come home!” AJ informed me, excitedly. He withdrew from me, wrapped his fingers around mine and led me upstairs. I followed him, my heart bursting in my chest, because I was actually holding hands with AJ Jones. I don’t know what was a hotter sight. His bare, gorgeously tanned and obscenely muscular back or his enormous arse stretching the bright red material of his cute little boxers. Fucking GRRRR. As soon as AJ’s bedroom door was closed, my back was pressed up against it and his body was pushed against mine and we were kissing passionately again. My hands running over him, exploring his muscle bull body. Feeling the lumps and bumps on his incredible back and gripping into his enormous upper arms as my throbbing hard on pushed against his. He lifted up my t-shirt and practically pulled it off my body, then unbuckled my belt and pulled off my jeans. It was like he couldn’t wait to undress me. The day before I had mostly been in the driving seat. That day, however, AJ seemed to want to take charge. “Fuck!” AJ exclaimed as my hard cock stuck out a mile through my black boxer shorts. And then he bent down, squeezed my cock and gently tugged it through the material. I released a whimpered groan and as I gripped onto AJ’s shoulder blades with both hands. He then pulled down my boxer shorts, freeing my fully erect, throbbing cock, before gripping onto it and giving it a few tugs. There was no doubt about it, AJ was most definitely taking charge. And I had absolutely no complaints. If AJ was nervous about what he did next, he definitely didn’t show it. Squeezing my cock near the base, he placed his lips around the head and began to gently dance his mouth and tongue around it. Given he’d never done it before, he was exceptionally fucking good at working my cock with his mouth. And he seemed to be enjoying it too, given the cute little groans he was making. I ran my fingers through his soft hair. It was such a beautiful image. Looking down and seeing his huge boulder shoulders, thick traps and lumpy, muscular, tanned back. AJ looked up at me, with my throbbing head still in his mouth and I gave him this ecstatic little grin. When he finally freed his mouth, he exclaimed, “Fuck! This is so horny!” He seemed to be studying my cock. Looking at in awe and admiration. It was like I was watching him explore his sexuality before my eyes. I was watching him discover that a hard, throbbing, cum filled cock can be so immensely horny. Even fucking beautiful. And then he placed his lips on it once again and started sucking. He clearly loved sucking it as much as I had loved sucking his the day before. Soon after, AJ’s cute, red boxers had come off and we’d made our way to his bed. As amazing and special as being with AJ had been the day before, there had definitely been a slight weariness on both of our parts. That seemed to have diminished that day. It felt like both of us were a lot less inhibited with each other. Even though I’d seen and felt AJ’s incredible body less than twenty hours before, I was no less amazed by it. I couldn’t quite fathom just how huge and muscular the body intertwined with mine was. I placed my hands on AJ’s rock hard shoulders. Felt the huge muscle struggling underneath his abnormally thin, lightly tanned skin. And then I was feeling the thick pec muscle bulging through his chest. Huge and obscenely developed. Fuck! And then my hand slid to one of his arms. A crazily thick, outrageously huge arm. I dug my fingers in and squeezed, releasing a little groan as I did. I looked at AJ, his cute face mere inches away from mine. He had this smug, even slightly cocky, grin on his face. He seemed to be enjoying the fact that I was exploring his body and feeling his muscles. I pressed my forehead against and rubbed his nose with mine, all the time squeezing his arm still. I’d never worshipped muscle before, but it suddenly felt like that was what I was doing. I was totally amazed by his body, and just how huge his arm felt in my fingers. AJ looked at me, then down at the arm I was clutching and gently bit his lip. And then the most incredible thing happened. With my fingers still gripped on his arm, AJ gently flexed his bicep. “FUCK!” I exclaimed, as a huge, ball of rock hard, marble-like muscle erupted under my fingers. “Oh, FUCK!” I said, again, barely able to believe what was happening. AJ looked surprised, but excited. “Yeah?” he asked me in a sexy, hushed tone, as if asking me if him flexing was doing it for me. “Fuck yeah!” I exclaimed, still squeezing the insane bicep muscle before me. And then AJ flexed harder in response. Fuck, fuck, fucking, fucking, FUCK! I was doing the thing I had fantasised about doing since I’d looked through my very first muscle magazine at the age of fifteen. I was squeezing the flexed bicep of an actual, real life, competitive bodybuilder. And it was every bit as surreal, amazing and immensely erotic as I had always imagined it to be. “Oh God!” I groaned as AJ flexed harder. He seemed to be getting a kick out of my reaction. All of a sudden, he gently pursed his lips in a slightly cocky manner, as if to say, “Fuck yeah! Feel that huge fucking bicep, boy!” He bit his bottom lip and released this sexy little grunt. “God yeah!” I exclaimed, further. His pursed his lips more, his face turning into arrogance grimace. He grunted louder as he flexed. This obscenely hot, cocky, little grunt. Holy fucking HELL! “Oh God!” I groaned. My dick was going mad. Juddering and leaking pre cum. I reached for it with my other hand and started pounding. I just couldn’t stop myself. “Yeah?” he said to me, as if asking if I wanted him to grunt more and be cockier. “Fuck yeah!” I said. There was no holding AJ back then. He flexed harder, looked me straight in the eye, scrunched up his face, snapped open his mouth and released a hush, “YEAH!” right in my face! Fuuuuuck! The bicep. The attitude. It was all too much. “OH GOD! I think I’m gonna cum!” I whimpered, as I pounded harder. I couldn’t stop it even I’d wanted to. “GRRRR! YEAAHH!!” AJ growled, as he screwed up his face and continued to flex his bicep. It was the final move to tip me over the edge, “OH FUCK! OH GOD! ARGGGGGHHHHH!” As I squeezed AJ’s rock hard bicep, and looked at his gorgeous face, contorted in the sexiest and cockiest manner imaginable as my toes curled, my eyes rolled into the back of my head and a fountain of cum pumped out of my cock. I couldn’t stop groaning. Loud shouts of orgasmic pleasure as my whole body juddered and spasmed underneath the huge, hard, warm mass of AJ’s body. AJ started laughing and I was laughing too. “Thank God no one’s in!” he exclaimed. “Oh God! Fuck!” I was panting, out of breathe, but still laughing. I gripped onto AJ’s body. I was a hot, sweaty, cum soaked mess, stuck to the obscenely muscular body of the boy who’d just fulfilled one of my muscle worship fantasies and made me spunk with a single flex of his bicep. I winced, bit my lip and looked at AJ wearily. I was on the most post orgasmic high, but feeling slightly nervous about the fact that I’d given away just how much power his muscles had on me. “Sorry! I just really needed to cum!” I explained. AJ was grinning like mad. “Don’t apologise! God! That was fucking HOT!!” “Yeah?” I asked, still a little nervous but excited at his reaction. AJ nodded. “Fuck yeah!!” And then he did a gentle “Mmmm!” in my ear. I sunk my head into his warm, thick neck, and gripped on to his muscular back. I was back where I had been the night before. The place I just wanted to stay forever. “So … I’m guessing you kinda like my biceps?” he added, with a cheeky grin. Oh god! There was no point trying to play anything down at that point. “Ummm … just a bit!” I replied, giving him a sheepish grin. AJ couldn’t stop grinning. I knew it was time to confess to AJ just how much I liked his biceps. Not only that, but I suddenly really want to. I took a deep breath. “Okay, I have a bit of a confession!” I began. My chest tightened a little. I wasn’t completely sure whether I was doing the right thing, but I had a feeling I knew what AJ’s response was going to be. Furthermore, I was actually excited to see his reaction. “I … kind of have a bit of a thing for bodybuilders!” I confessed. “NO!” AJ said, sarcastically, pretending to be shocked. I giggled and playfully rolled my eyes. I knew he didn’t fully understand what I was confessing. “Well … not so much a bit of a thing. More like a big thing!” Oh God. I suddenly felt nervous again. “Okay!” AJ said with one eyebrow raised. “How big are we talking?” I winced. “Like, I kind of know the names of all the big pros!” “No way!” AJ said, excitedly. I nodded. “I knew the names of all those guys before you told me!” I said, gesturing to the pictures of the shredded, competitive bodybuilders on AJ’s wall. “You’re kidding!” AJ said. “Why didn’t you say?” I pulled a face. “Well, ‘cause then you’d have questioned how I knew them! I guess I was worried you’d figure it out. That I was … turned on by bodybuilders!” I concluded, a little sheepishly. And then his mouth curled into this big, gorgeous, mischievous grin. “Turned on, huh?” I blushed a little and nodded. “So … what is about them?” he asked. I felt like laughing. Because it was such a fucking absurd question. “God! Erm … everything! Just, like, the look of a huge, shredded bodybuilder in competition. Pecs! Abs! Biceps! Seeing them on stage. Watching them flex! It just … does something to me! Just the thought of a bodybuilder makes me hard! Even just the WORD bodybuilder makes me hard!” I’d never seen AJ look so excited. “Fuck!” he exclaimed. “I can’t believe this! I mean, I knew you liked my body, but not THAT much! I never would have guessed flexing would have turned you on either!” “It doesn’t weird you out?” I asked, cautiously. “FUCK NO!” he exclaimed. “God, I love that you feel that way about muscle!” I couldn’t ever remember feeling happier than in that moment. I remember thinking how fucking perfect me and AJ were for each other. “So, have you been with bodybuilders before?” AJ asked. I scoffed. “NO! You don’t exactly get many gay bodybuilders waddling around!” AJ was beaming and looked pleased with himself. “So, how was it feeling your first flexed bicep?” he cheekily said. I grinned. “Fucking amazing!” “Yeah?” he said. He looked down and gave a cheeky little flex again. I chuckled and gripped it, but the second I did, I wasn’t laughing anymore. Because I feeling AJ’s fully flexed bicep again and it was just as surreal, just as incredible and just as insanely horny as before. “Fuck!” I exclaimed as I gripped the ball of rock hard muscle. He growled and then giggled and relaxed. “You know that was a first for me too earlier?” AJ said. I looked at him confused. “I’ve never sucked a guy’s cock before!” he confessed. I cheekily grinned. I had known that already based on what AJ had told me about his one experience with a guy. The one from Scorpio’s who’d sucked him off in the shower. “So … how was it?” I asked, teasingly. “Fucking HORNY!” he exclaimed, with a tone of surprise. As if he hadn’t expected to like it so much. “Mmmm! In fact …” he said, with the sexiest and most mischievous expression, before shuffling his whole body down the bed. I bit my lip and grinned as AJ’s head reached my groin. He gripped the base of my cock, which was suddenly becoming hard again, and placed his lips around the head with an insanely sexy, “Mmmmm!” Within seconds I was rock hard again as AJ worked his mouth and tongue around my wet, throbbing cock, while squeezing the base. I groaned, sank my fingers into his soft hair, and placed my other hands on his thick, muscular back, digging my fingers into his soft, warm skin, and feeling the rock hard muscle bulging underneath. And then we heard a rattling noise and the sound of the front door, my heart leapt into my throat and AJ suddenly stopped dead in his tracks. He looked up at me, slightly worried. Someone had come home. “Fuck!” he said in a hushed tone, before his face softened into an excited and amused expression. Presumably at the notion that he was getting up to something with a boy while either his mum or step-dad was in the house. I pulled an “eeeek” face and then grinned back at him. AJ let out an annoyed groan and quietly reshuffled back to my face. “Sorry!” he whispered. “It’s OK!” I whispered back, grinning. He put his head on my chest and we lay there holding each other. With his head facing down, AJ reached for my cock again and gripped the base. I whimpered in response. He turned his head and looked up at me with a mischievous grin and he began to wank me off. I released a groan, and he quietly giggled and then shushed me. “Wanna cum again?” he whispered to me. “Yeah!” I whispered back. AJ bit his lip, the sexiest expression on his face and continued to wank me off. I sunk my head into his neck and gripped on to his back. As I got closer to cumming I started releasing whimpers and groans. I couldn’t help it. He shushed me again and gently placed his hand over my mouth. I was completely trapped, under the weight of AJ’s huge muscular body and with his hand over my mouth. I was helpless. Completely at AJ’s mercy. I had no choice but to lie there and just endure the pleasure he was giving me. “I wanna see you cum!” he whispered into my ear. I released a muffled groan under his hand as he plunged up and down on my cock. I whimpered and groaned into his hand, trying to be as quiet as I could and he gripped his palm and fingers tighter to suppress the noise as ropes of cum erupted from my cock and shot over both of our naked bodies.