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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."

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.

CHAPTER 3 Later that week, Biff had returned to his apartment after a grueling arms and chest day at the gym and he felt so powerful with a ton of energy. After finishing some email correspondence, he went in to take a shower and stripped himself naked. In passing, he caught a glimpse of himself in the bathroom’s full-length mirror. A cocky grin automatically appeared on his handsome face whenever he saw his muscles pumped to the max like now. Just exquisite he thought! Dark hair buzzed short, long dark eyelashes with caterpillar-brows, straight white teeth, and perfect skin. And one full day of thick shadowed stubble added to his masculinity. Almost too wide to be seen in the mirror, his shoulders were capped by rounded and seriously defined striated delts. His muscles were massively developed and beautifully shredded with only 3% body fat and they bulged so sensuously. Huge pecs were steel-hard solid. His now relaxed biceps were each beautifully adorned with a thick sexy vein and carved horseshoes on the triceps side. He was asked to frequently flex them, and they’ve been measured many times recently by admirers at an incredibly high-peaking 25-inches with very defined indented splits. He stepped back a little from his reflection and quickly reviewed his quads and calves. He saw that they were amazing looking, as leg day is never ignored by him. He then studied his eight carved cobblestone abs and strummed his fingers over them. His hand then led down to his trimmed pubes that clustered around the base of his showpiece, his now soft, big bodybuilder-dick. His thoughts for the last few days had often gone to that really handsome sweet guy from the gym the other day. So slender and indefensible he thought, and Biff loved the muscle-heaven trance that he had sent the blond haired, pale blue eyed, major-cutie into. Biff had recognized the guy as a popular model, who used to be seen a lot at South Florida shoots. Thinking of him caused Biff to touch his big dick with his muscular hand and he felt it respond immediately. It lengthened and thickened, fighting against gravity, as it rose to a 90-degree angle. As it hardened, he flexed his diamond-etched quads, all four heads defining so beautifully. There was nowhere in his physique that wasn’t developed to symmetrical perfection and bulging to major proportions. Countless articles and commentaries had mentioned that he would easily win and be the next Mr. Olympia. Many even mentioned the handsome looks that he had to boot. Biff had been diligently working out for many years, intent on building a major muscular physique that had powered his fantasies since he came to terms with his sexuality back in high school. What turned him on more than anything was becoming a hugely muscular and powerful bodybuilder and having a slender cute boyfriend. One just like the guy in the condo gym a few days before whom he fantasized worshipping his physique. The only reason that he had gone to his building’s gym was because of the shitty weather that day. Most other times, he went to his hardcore gym a few miles away. Biff viewed it almost as fate, since he wouldn’t have seen that stunner if he hadn’t gone to the one downstairs. Biff’s heart raced and his dick hardened more as he thought of the model and knew that he just had to see that guy again. He decided he would snoop around the pool, gym and other public areas of the condo later in the day and maybe he’d run into him. He might even go to building security or management and perhaps flirt a little to have them reveal his apartment number. Biff jumped into the shower, which was especially enjoyable when he had a great pump as he did now, as he loved the feel of soaping up his hard bulging muscles then. His dick was semi-hard, but he resisted jerking off. Cockiness was ever present with him as he thought it seemed criminal to keep all this sexiness to himself as there were so many admirers out there that would want to partake in his physique and dick as well. He dressed in his usual tight-fitting clothes that he knew was the perfect magnet for all the lusting eyes out there. When he walked into the kitchen, he checked out the fridge and cabinets, and saw that he was running low on food supplies, so a quick run to the nearby Whole Foods was next on the agenda for him. He soon left his apartment and headed for the elevator. * Timmy started getting out his keys to enter his apartment after having a nice long lunch with friends at a local trendy restaurant. He heard a nearby door close and his peripheral vision then detected someone coming toward him from down the hallway. He turned to look in that direction and the slender man’s jaw soon lowered as he saw who it was. Biff Stevens was coming his way, and Timmy thrilled to the thought that the gorgeous bodybuilder was obviously his new close by neighbor! But he also couldn’t hide his extreme desire for Biff as he quickly breathed in as the stud closed the distance between them. When leaving his apartment and beginning his walk down the hallway, the bodybuilder was also surprised to see the handsome guy from the other day that he’d been frequently thinking of, about thirty feet away from him. Just before the model turned his way, he thought the time was now right to majorly turn on the muscle-charm for this special admirer. Biff’s confidence and cockiness was fueled by his handsome looks and muscular physique. When he wanted to especially impress someone whom he was interested in, he exaggerated his walk and went into a light strut, showing off just what he thought the admirer would like to see. Biff had pin-pointed Timmy as a muscle-obsessed man who wanted a dominant alpha bodybuilder with a body like his. "H-Hi there," Timmy forced out in a squeaking very nervous voice as he now looked up at Biff. Of course he was very interested in talking to Biff, but his brain had again suddenly directed all his energy to his dick and heart, causing his lungs and mouth to slow. He also felt reticent in trying to make the right impression on him. “I-I remember you, ohhhh….” He came to a sudden halt when he looked at Biff’s pectorals, which danced just a bit with the bodybuilder making just a small movement. "Hey,” Biff’s standard opening, said in his deep masculine voice, looking down at Timmy. Yes, this cutie was definitely his type, he knew. He loved the handsome slender man’s gawking at him at the gym the other day, and now again. Timmy, though he was a nice height at about six foot even, was quite a bit shorter than Biff’s 6’5”. The model stood there breathlessly staring at the muscleman’s physique. With his slender build, he may have been half the weight of the professional bodybuilder. Biff looked at Timmy’s blond hair, which was cut short on the sides. It appeared to him to be as if a bowl was placed on his head by his hairstylist, who then cut only the hair that was showing! Biff chuckled at that thought, as he looked down at the oh-so-very-fuck-able man, causing his cock to now harden. One of Biff’s attractions to him was Timmy’s extreme nervousness with him. The bodybuilder assumed that he probably was never that way with anyone else, but the slender man was so overwhelmed by his muscularity that he couldn’t fully control his actions. Biff was used to that with some other admirers, but he saw that Timmy was even trembling, which he found so adorable. Biff casually scratched the back of his head. This was a ploy he often used to get additional attention from guys he thought had good potential for muscle-worshipping. Sure enough, he immediately heard Timmy gasp as the muscle-obsessed man was dazzled by the beautiful sexy high-peaked biceps on the handsome bodybuilder. "Hey," Biff repeated his opening from earlier, after they had stared at each other for a period much longer than was usual for two strangers. Timmy then stood back a little and looked up at Biff, waiting for what the bodybuilder had to say next. Biff continued, “We’re neighbors!” But Timmy just dreamily half-smiled back and he realized that he needed to say something to calm him down a bit and relax him. "I love your hair style, little boy. Looks like a cute Dutch Boy look." Biff followed that with an always-successful white-teeth-and-dimples smile. Timmy giggled and then blushed at the flattery. But the compliment seemed to do the trick, perhaps giving Timmy some greatly needed encouragement to somewhat open up. He was now able to smile fuller, but he was still in a somewhat nervous daze. Swooning perhaps? Many people had told him, all his life, how attractive he was. But it never came from someone whom he was really smitten with, and so lustful for, as this guy right in front of him now. "T-thanks... Thanks... I eh, I’m uhhh, yeah, we’re neighbors! Wow, well, I guess if you went to the gym downstairs, I knew that you probably lived in the building. But my god, I never imagined that you lived right down my hallway.” He then giggled again and looked down blushing at what he just said, and at his embarrassingly excited state in general. Trying to toughen it up, Timmy looked back at Biff, and then continued. “And, sorry I didn’t say hello to you when I saw you the other day in the gym. I really wanted to, but, well, it’s just, umm, I obviously had a real problem then even speaking. I don’t usually get that way, but for some reason I guess I did with you then. And, gosh, I obviously still have that problem again here with you now.” Another giggle and more embarrassment at his obvious flirting. Biff looked at Timmy with a very amused smile. But he was also feeling something he was not familiar with in himself. He couldn’t quite analyze his feelings fully, but it was almost like he was falling for this guy, and so quickly. Timmy was having those same feelings, though his was overshadowed by his extreme lust for Biff. To distract himself, he grabbed at his keys. "M-my name is Timmy, by the way, and uhh, well, I confess, I recognize you from the Internet." Biff saw that this guy was so nervous that he even had a hard time opening his door. "And I like your haircut too...it’s the bodybuilder look! Very nice. And very, umm, masculine." Biff chuckled as he looked at Timmy and nodded him a thanks. He reasoned that if he remembered him from the Internet, it was no doubt from muscle sites. And, because this guy has not much muscle himself, he knew that he was on these sites jerking off as a muscle-admirer. ‘Probably even wanked to me also!’ Biff thought, with his smile getting fuller. Timmy was finally able to unlock his door, though he was still somewhat in a daze. Biff stepped much closer to the slender man, then put a muscular hand on his back with his biceps bulging on that arm. Timmy gasped, with then a very low moan, with his actually being touched by the handsome bodybuilder. He looked up to Biff, then at the cephalic vein on his biceps, then to the striations in his deltoid and then to his pectorals. His eyes stayed there several seconds as they were right in front of his eyes. As Timmy breathed in the muscleman, Biff heard another soft uncontrolled moan. Timmy then looked back to Biff’s eyes, giving a shy smile to the man of his ultimate fantasies. The bodybuilder strummed his fingers onto Timmy’s back, with a hand that pretty much encompassed most of it. The muscleman was driving him wild as the slender man’s eyes fluttered in excitement, his mouth open, as he seemed to be almost near to orgasm. The closeness to such beautiful muscularity was just too much for Timmy to fully control intelligent thoughts and speech.

I found this story written by Myoder does anybody know if he still writes? Bull BY Myoder I'd never met my uncle Jim. My dad told me that he was always the black sheep of the family and that was about all I knew of him. Now, at 35, I decided I'd track him down. I found out that he had a ranch and after a few calls I finally reached him. On the phone, he had a deep voice (it actually made me crazy it was so deep, so masculine, but I'd never let him know). I arranged to come out to the ranch on day in the summer. The sprawling property was impressive. Cattle and a small farm patch with hay and wheat growing. I didn't know what to expect of my uncle, I'd only seen a photo of him as a boy - dark tossled hair and a clear attitude that said "don't take my picture, jerk!" I found a ranch hand and asked where I'd find my uncle Jim. "Jim?" he asked. "Don't know any Jim." "Jim Reynolds? He owns the place." "Oh! You mean Bull! He's out in the field with the cattle. Take that truk over there you'll find him over that way." He pointed toward a large open space. I could barely make out the dots of cattle in the distance. I hopped in the old truck and headed out. My heart started pounding at the idea of meeting a long lost relative. Who I found in the field was more than anything I could've expected. There standing among a herd was my uncle Jim - Bull as they called him - and I could see why. At 55, he stood a good 6'7". He looked like he weighed well over 500 lbs and all of it was muscle. He had a mane of thick dark hair with grey at the temples, a full beard and bushy eyebrows. His face was weathered and worn from years in the sun. He was wearing a flannel cowboy shirt, the sleeves torn off to accomodate the mass of his incredible arms. His biceps bulged and twisted like huge iron balls. His triceps were like two massive horseshoes, his forearms easily 25inches around and corded with thik muscle under a coat of dark hair. His shoulders had to be 3 feet across. The front of the shirt was open halfway to his navel, exposing huge hairy pecs - grey and black hair matted with sweat. His thighs were thick with muscle and his ass was big and firm. He was imposing and huge - and I could feel my dick getting hard at the thoguht of the what filled the enormous bulge in his jeans. "Uncle Jim?" I called. He looked over and started toward me extending his hand. "You Mike, then?" he asked. His grip was strong. He was being gentle, I could tell he did know his own strength and was being careful not to hurt me. He smiled. "So, you're my nephew. Hmmm." He looked me up and down and I felt embarrassed. "Well my brother produced a fine young guy. Guess good looks run in the family." He laughed and looked like he was staring at my crotch. Did he notice my growing hardon? I thought I sawthe bulge in his pants getting bigger. "Just working on getting these steer in that pen. Hold on." He ushered a few of the steer into a fenced area, but two moved off, not wanting to go. He walked over to them and grabbed them by the horns. Then he slipped his massive hands and arms around them and lifted. His neck was thick and huge, his traps swelled beside his ears. His biceps and triceps bunched and flexed as he hoisted the two huge steer in his arms. He walked them over to the pen and lifted them over the fence. At least 1000lbs in each arms and he lifted them like they were little dogs! "Get in there, you two!" he grunted as he put them down. He turned to face me and gave his pecs a flex, the massive muscle bouncing under the fabric. "Helps if you're strong in this work, Mike." He flashed a big smile. "You married?" Uh oh, I thought. That question. Do I tell him I'm gay, or do I leave it alone? "No," I said. Leave it alone. "You?" "Was for a while. She left me for one of the ranch hands. Go figure. She thought I was gettin too big - lifting weights and building up. But shit! When you get this big, you just gotta get bigger! Sides, most women don't appreciate a really huge man." He lifted one of his massive arms and flexed it. The bicep peaked as big as my head and his triceps hung low and hard in an incredible arch. His shoulder was as big as a basketball and every muscle was striated.My cock leapt in my pants pushing out my jeans. "Just 33 inches there, Mike." I gulped. "Man! Really?!" "Sure is! Here feel it." He held it in front of my face. I could smell his sweat and felt his breath on my face. He looked into my eyes while I reached up acn touched the huge muscle. He twisted his fist around changing the mass and dimension of the muscle in front of my face. He breathed harder as I grasped the bicep and squeezed. Then he whispered, "Squeeze it real hard, Mike. Try and crush it." I squeezed as hard as I could but didn't dent it. "Real Man's arm there, boy," he whispered, "you like that? I can by that crotch that you do." I stroked my cock in my pants. "Let it out, son." he whispered in my ear. I unzipped my jeans and my hard 7" dick sprang out and slapped against my stomach. "Mmmm, yeah real pretty little dick, Mike." He kept his arm flexed and grabbed my dick with his other hand, stroking me gently. His huge hand almost entirely enveloped my hard cock. His fingers slipped under my crotch and hisindex finger found my hungry asshole. I groaned as he fingered my hole. Now my hands were all over his huge body. I ripped open his shirt and started running my fingers through the fur on his massive pecs. He flexed them while I squeezed and probed, licked and stroked his muscle. He leaned down and his mouth met mine, his beard scrathing my face histongue probing deep down my throat. I reached for his zipper and pulled it down. His semi-hard cock flopped out. It was already about 9 inches long and as thick as my wrist. I felt the weight of it- heavy and thick. He stood up straight and I took as much of it as I could in my mouth. It continued to grow while I licked and sucked and stroked it. "Yeah. Suck my big dick, Mike. Make that cock huge! Yeah, Big muscle man's dick." He threw his head back and his cock thickened and hardened even more. At full mast he was immense. Thick with a huge head and dark veins roped over the monster dong. "Fuck Bull! How big is this?!" I asked. "Fifteen. When I'm real excited 16. Like it, Mike?" "Oh man!" I went down on the huge prick and sucked as much as I could- which wasn't much. It was huge. It throbbed and flexed in his excitement. Every muscle in his massive body flexed while I sucked him and stroked his huge dick. I could feel his big, hairy balls pulling up and expected him to shoot, but he stopped me. "My turn," he said. He picked me up in one huge hand and thrust his finger in my ass. I sat on his hand and he pumped me back and forth, sucking my dick and finger fucking me. I reached down and felt his massive biceps as he went to work on my throbbing dick. "Yeah, Bull. Suck me, Stud. Flex those big fuckin muscles and suck me real hard. He picked up speed and grunted and groaned as he sucked my dick. I could feel me getting close. "I'm gonna shoot, man!" The giant muscle man pumped my dick deep in his throat and clamped down hard as my jism gushed out. He kept sucking me till I was dry, then he put me down. I grasped his massive dong and pulledon it hard. He groaned more and more as I stroked his dick. "Make it shoot, man! Make Bull's dick shoot." I squeezed his monstrous, hairy pecs and stroked his hard 16" dick. Then he hit a double biceps pose and I squeezed the inhuman arms. His masive dong bounced and bobbed while I felt his incredible arms. I saw his huge balls contract up and his huge muscle cock sprayed a massive load for feet and feet while I squeezed his arms. He picked me up and held me straddling his waist and kissed me deep and long. That was the first day I met my Uncle Jim - Bull. •

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

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.

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

The results are in and boy did y'all make him grow! Jared grew to a whopping 1,620 feet tall in just the first week! Keep that energy up as this week the values are increased and you can grow him more! So let the growth begin! “Please give it up for…The Hulking Himbo!” called Rob over the microphone as Jared sauntered out onto the stage and gazed down at all the men seated in the underground strip club. His big bulge waved from side to side as a holographic screen appeared next to Jared’s head reading 6 on it. “Here are the rules! This Hulking Himbo will grow 1 foot taller for every $10 you give him. We accept cash, check, and most third party apps,” said Rob like a fast talking commercial advertisement. The crowd hollered again for Jared as he hit a double bicep pose and flexed his massive pecs. “Y’all ready to see this big daddy GROW!?!” shouted Jared. Dollar bills started flying through the air onto the stage as an answer to his question. Jared smiled and started dancing for his clientele. He popped his torso forward for the men in the audience making his sizable chest jiggle. Bringing his hands up to his collarbone, he stroked them down his body while gyrating his package forward. His massive bulge bouncing right in front of a man’s face. As dollar bills fell on the stage floor, Rob fangled with the remote in the DJ booth. Pressing various buttons on the device, the hole for the vacuum setting extended into a hose and started slithering towards the stage. The hose sucked up all the dollar bills at Jared’s feet and the number on the screen beside Jared’s head started to flicker. “That’s it folks, now watch and see what your hard earned cash is doing to him.” Jared felt the same warm sensation that he had felt when Rob had taken his measurements before, but this time, it felt so much more intense. Every fiber of his body felt like it was having its own personal orgasm as he felt his skin stretched. His cock immediately got hard and strained the speedo to leave nothing left to the imagination. Opening his eyes with a jolt, Jared looked down and watched his body swell bigger. He could see the men below him getting further away as his head rose higher. “Holy fuck,” Jared managed to get out of his mouth as he grew. He had stopped dancing entirely and the men in front of him stood there in shock. Right before their eyes, this hunk was growing taller by the second. The number on the screen next to Jared blinked into a 7, then quickly an 8. His limbs stretched in every direction and his muscles looked like they too got a bit of a pump from Jared’s growth spurt. As quickly as the growth spurt had started, Jared felt the warmth that had engulfed his body fade and eventually extinguish completely. Looking back up at the audience, Jared saw the men gobsmacked. All of their mouths hanging open in awe of Jared’s size. Jared stood up to his full height and stared down at the men ogling his big body. “Who told you it was okay to stop?” Once the words left his lips, the men resumed their cash flow towards Jared’s dance. “And quit throwing those one’s around! I need MORE!” roared Jared. All of the men in the room clamored towards the stage and started throwing piles upon piles of money at Jared. “You need to be as big as possible!” called one man from the crowd. The big man resumed his dance and could feel the new weight of his body as he moved. His big feet thudded loudly against the stage making the poor wood creak. The dollar bills littered the stage and the vacuum quickly sucked it all up leading to the warmth returning to Jared. This time however, Jared kept dancing and played through the growth. He gave the crowd a nice body roll and with every roll, his torso got longer and broader. The screen next to Jared’s head quickly blinking passed numbers. Jared was brought out of his fantasy when he felt a bump against his head. He had hit the 12 feet tall ceiling and still he grew. Bending over, Jared got down onto his knees and was still towering over the men around him. He raised his arms above his head and flexed his abs. His ab’s easily looked bigger than a man’s fist and were still growing. One man being so bold as to walk up to the giant and slip a $50 bill in the speedo. “Bigger!” said the man as he got a quick rub of Jared’s humongous bulge. His hand looked so small next to the golden stag that stretched across the speedo. Jared’s eyes lit up when he saw the $50 and he could feel the results almost immediately. The numbers on the screen flickered as it skipped over many sets of numbers before settling on 50. Jared could only moan as energy coursed through his veins and his body grew faster. Not even caring about the tiny men in front of him. Even from his kneeling position, Jared’s head was again approaching the ceiling. But just before it did, Jared’s body crushed the stage beneath him. Postponing his breakout of the ceiling, but only for a moment. As Jared’s body rapidly filled the room, bells and whistles rang from the DJ booth. “Congratulations! For reaching 50 feet tall, you have unlocked a free boost to your muscles!” shouted Rob. “A what?” growled Jared. As if to answer his question, his muscle started heating up along with the already warm energy he could feel running through them. Jared’s muscles had been growing proportionally to the rest of his body, but now he could feel them growing faster than the rest of him. He looked down and saw his chest heaving out bigger and bigger with each breath. Each of his pecs could fit a man on them already and now they could be compared to king sized mattresses. His shoulders broadened and made the giant become squished between the walls. His back thickened and pressed into the ceiling above them. His already fat ass growing to the size of an actual dump truck and breaking down the wall to the backstage rooms. “Everyone out unless you want to get crushed by your growing god!” Jared moaned as cracks in the wall formed. The men in the bar rushed out of the building and turned back and saw Jared’s giant form tear apart the roof of the building. Jared got up from his kneeling position and took in his new view. He was standing taller than many of the smaller buildings on the outskirts of the city where his club was. At his giant size, Jared’s muscle already looked ginormous, but with the added boost, Jared had gone from athlete to bodybuilder. He looked down and saw all the men still standing below him along with a growing crowd of passersby. All of them staring up at the giant with hard ons in their pants. With a bright flash of light and a poof, Rob appeared on Jared’s shoulder. “Alright big guy, you’ve had your fun. Now let’s get that Speedo off.” “What?!? Never! I’m not even close to the size I wanna be!” Jared’s voice echoed through the entire city like thunder. It being much deeper now thanks to his new size. “You tinies are gonna hand all your money over to me! Meet your new ruler!” boomed Jared. “We’re not giving you anything!” came a voice from the crowd. Jared got back down on his hands and knees and narrowed his eyes at the crowd. “Which one of you bugs said that?” He scanned the entire audience until a man on the other side of the street raised his hand. “I did! You can’t do this. You’re taking all these people’s money and for what? Just so you can have more business as a stripper? Or fame as a giant? Uh uh, fuck that. Don’t give him any of your money!” yelled the man. Jared crawled his big body towards the tiny man, his hands leaving craters in the street as he did. “I think I can, you pathetic worm!” Jared plucked the small man off the ground like he was just an action figure. Standing up to his full height, he brought the man right up to his face that was taller than him by a few feet. Rob beside him, hovering watching the exchange. “You- you think you can scare me?” said the man as he looked down and saw just how high up he was. “I don’t think I can scare you. I know I can,” growled Jared as he took his fist and punched a hole in the building next to him like it was brittle paper. “And no one is stopping me from growing. Especially not a small, insignificant, bug like you.” Jared raised his head back and opened his mouth. “Wait, wait no! I didn’t mean it! Hold on! We can talk about this!” yelled the man. But it was no use. Rob’s eyes widened as Jared tossed the man down his throat like he was a little cracker. “Too late. You’ll be better as fuel for my growth!” said Jared as he swallowed. “Did you really have to do that?” asked Rob as he laid down on Jared’s pecs. “I did. I can’t let these small insects think they can get away with shit like that,” whispered Jared to Rob. “If you all don’t want to end up like him, I suggest you open up your wallets and start handing all of it over!” Jared’s voice thundered through the street as the men held up cash in their hands offering it to him. Either out of attraction or fear. It didn’t matter to Jared, he felt the flow of energy come back and he was growing again. The holographic screen popped into view next to Jared’s head, now the size of a Jumbotron, and the numbers rolled past 60 and 70 in no time. Standing in the middle of the street, Jared could see all the buildings shrink away from his view. His shoulders pressed into taller buildings beside him as he became wider than the 6-lane road below. As he continued to grow, Jared felt the energy current getting weaker. Glaring down at his followers, he saw them still throwing money his way. “Rob, what’s going on? Why am I growing slower?” asked Jared, reaching 80 feet tall. “You’re not growing slower. You’re just so big, it’s hard for these guys to give you enough money for you to see actual growth,” replied Rob. “Then I guess I need to get some new followers.” Jared picked up his massive foot and started walking towards the city. The ground shook as he walked and he accidentally crushed a parked car like it was a leaf in autumn. Citizens all over the city could see the giant walking towards downtown and while some ran in terror, others were drawn to Jared like a moth to a flame. Reaching downtown, Jared felt his growth come to another halt when he got too far away from his minions, but it was only for a moment. He looked down at the city and most of the buildings didn’t even come up to his waist. The only thing bigger than him now were the skyscrapers that stood over a thousand feet in the air. “Congratulations!” shouted Rob as he poofed in front of Jared’s face wearing a party hat. “You have reached 100 feet tall! That means you get a boost to your cock!” Jared smirked and was going to speak, but cut himself off with a moan that shook the buildings around him. Jared’s bulge bucked as it inflated in size. His cock must’ve been 15 feet long at his size, but it swelled bigger and bigger inside its purple prison, along with his balls that were filled with gallons of cum. The fabric of the speedo stretched and stretched as Jared’s cock extended multiple feet a second. His bulge growing down to his knees, shins, then finally resting on the street below him with a wet spot the size of a billboard. The transformation stopped and Jared caught his breath for a moment as he looked out at the city and basked in his size. Taking in the view of all of the little people scrambling towards him to worship his massive body. He loved it. He needed more of it. “Rob, project the QR code on that skyscraper. I wanna milk these tinies for everything they’re worth,” said Jared with a smug smirk on his face. “I don’t know, big guy. You’ve already grown plenty,” said Rob as he floated around Jared’s head. “I didn’t ask for your opinion. You’re supposed to be giving me the royal treatment, remember. Now do as your king demands and get the money moving again!” yelled Jared. Rob let out a sigh and started pressing buttons on the device. “It’s your funeral.” Rob pointed the device at one of the skyscrapers that surrounded Jared and a massive image of a QR code was projected onto the building. “Citizens of New York City!” shouted Jared from the center of town. Windows on buildings shattered as Jared’s voice carried on for miles. “This is your new god speaking! Do not be alarmed! I will not hurt you! As long as you make a contribution to your new god's growth!” Jared leaned down to see over his pecs and saw a crowd of people surrounding his bulge. “And if you contribute enough, I’ll even let you live on my incredible body!” yelled Jared as he brought his arms up and flexed. His wingspan now covered multiple city blocks. It didn’t take long before the energy began to flow again. Jared moaned and started getting bigger. Much bigger. Unlike in the strip club when he felt a constant flow of size to him, he was growing in bursts. “Woah, people like you. A lot. They’re giving their money away to you in the hundreds,” said Rob with a stunned look on his face. The screen floating next to Jared’s head sped through numbers like a slot machine at a casino. 150, 200, 300, 500, the number was jumping higher at rates Rob had never seen before. And Jared’s body was more than happy to oblige. With every heartbeat, Jared rose higher and higher into the sky. His limbs lengthening, his muscle swelling with power, even his bulge got more of a boost and started demolishing the buildings in front of it as it grew. Jared started to see the tops of the skyscrapers as his growth continued. One of the biggest cities in the world was starting to feel minuscule compared to his giant body. His big toe was bigger than a car and his bulge could fill an entire stadium at its size. His biceps were forced out to the side into buildings from how muscular they had become. His pecs were so big they could be measured in acreage instead of just feet. His abs were the size of house and a normal street could fit on his happy trail. And his legs looked thicker than the buildings he was standing next to. “Alert alert alert!” cried Rob. Jared was brought out of his euphoria of growth and looked over at Rob. “Three people have just contributed a lot of money to your growth!” said Rob with more shock than excitement. “How much?” asked Jared. “One of them gave you $200 and said he wishes your feet were bigger, another gave you $500 and would love to grow your cock more, and the last one gave a whopping $1,000 to see your pecs and ass balloon,” said Rob with a shocked expression. “Can you make it so?” asked Jared as he kept growing. “I can, but you might look even more like a freak then you already do.” “Perfect.” Rob hit some buttons and a sharp pain ran through Jared’s body. “AHHHHH what the fuck?!?” roared Jared. Everyone on the ground was forced to cover their ears otherwise go deaf listening to the giant’s screams. “I didn’t say it would feel good.” Jared felt the pain consolidate onto his feet first. He looked down but couldn’t see his feet thanks to his pec shelf and growing bulge, but he could feel them extending across the ground. Tearing up the asphalt on the street as they extended in front of him. Digging deeper into the ground as his weight increased. Then he felt the pain travel up to his cock. It already was massive, but it quickly doubled in size. It grew through the city like a train and his balls flattened the buildings like pancakes. To Jared’s surprise, he looked down and could actually see the purple bulge swelling out in front of him past his pecs. Filling his view of what he could see in the city. And he could see little dots all over the speedo of his worshippers. “They’re so small, I can’t even feel them!” Jared cried again when the pain moved again to his ass. Jared had always had a fat ass, but now it was growing obscenely huge. The big ass blossomed backwards and outwards and demolished the skyscraper behind Jared. It grew through multiple floors as it bubbled bigger. Turning to the side to admire his ass, Jared was unaware of just how massive it had become and rammed it into a neighboring skyscraper. His big cheeks pressed up against all the windows giving anyone inside an incredible look at his ass. Finally, the pain traveled up again to his pecs. Each of them felt huge already in their own right, but as the pain sunk in, they began to surge bigger unlike any of the others. They grew into fat pecs that hung low on Jared’s body. Growing up into his face, obscuring his view even more than it already was. The shadows they cast looked like two massive moons were beginning to eclipse the sun from the entire city. The pain began to die down as did the transformation. Jared panted in exhaustion and looked at the screen next to him. 1,090. He had broken the 1,000 feet mark. Rob floated back over to his head and twisted in the air like he was in water. “Satisfied?” “Never.” Jared pulled himself together and up to his full height. “Where are those subjects that contributed so much? Could you bring them to me?” Rob nodded and poofed away. After a moment, he reappeared with 3 men all standing on Jared’s massive pecs. “Thank you my loyal subjects. Your contributions today have helped greatly in your master’s ascension to godhood.” “We love you master!” cried one of them as they fell to their knees and kissed Jared’s pecs. “We only wish to see you bigger!” yelled another. “Good boys,” purred Jared. “And as a reward for your generosity, enjoy some prime real estate on your growing god’s body. Rob, put these men in the crevice on my body of their choosing.” Rob bowed his head and grabbed one of the men by the arm and poofed them to in between Jared’s big toes. “We want nothing more than to serve our giant growing god,” said one of the men kissing Jared’s pecs. “Good, you’ll be serving me for as long as I grow,” replied Jared as Rob poofed back and grabbed the next man. Transporting him into Jared’s speedo in between Jared’s cock and balls. “So be prepared to serve me for the rest of your life.” “Yes master,” replied the man. Rob poofed back and took the man’s hand. “Your new home is right here.” Rob pointed at the massive canyon that Jared’s pecs created and the man, without hesitation, jumped into the deep valley and disappeared. “You’ve grown to over 1,000 feet tall, are you done now?” asked Rob. “I will never be done. You are going to grow me until I can’t grow anymore, and then maybe even more then. Understand?” asked Jared. “Yes,” replied Rob. “Yes what?” “Yes, master,” uttered Rob begrudgingly. “But I will say, you have reached another special milestone. At 1,000 feet, you receive a boost in size based on my approval of your growth. Think of it as a review I’ll send back to the maker of this speedo,” said Rob. “Review? You’re gonna give me the best review right? Who else can grow like me?” asked Jared. “I’m giving you 4.9 stars out of 5. You lost 0.1 for eating that one guy.” “Worth it. And how will that affect me?” Rob played with the device before he aimed it at Jared and a purple beam shot out of it. “You’ll receive a free 49% percent boost in your size.” Rob couldn’t help but smirk a little bit as Jared contorted his body. His head started spinning as the best growth spurt he’d ever felt flooded his system. Jared’s other growth spurts paled in comparison to this one. Jared’s head rose towards the clouds like a rocket blasting off. He felt many different parts of his body tearing down the structures of the city as more worshippers clung to his body. Avoiding the tidal wave of growth his body was going through. The energy he’d felt started to dissipate and his growth slowed. Opening his eyes, Jared could see the Empire State Building level with his nipple. He smiled remembering how small he’d felt looking up at the giant skyscraper for years. Now it wasn’t even taller than his cock. Looking around, news helicopters were flying around his head as his growth finally subsided and they looked no bigger than a housefly to him. “How’s the view from up there?” asked Jared. “Wanna see?” Rob landed on Jared’s nose and cast the news report onto his pecs. “Wow.” Jared’s mouth hung open seeing himself. He was enormous. His body looked big enough to squash one of the burrows in New York and from the looks of it, his cock maybe had. His muscles had grown into a hyper size that made him look buffer than any bodybuilder he’d ever seen. Especially with the boost to his ass and pecs. His width extended over many blocks and there were hundreds of people scurrying around his gargantuan feet. Looking at the screen floating next to him, Jared was elated when he read the number, 1,620. “I’m a giant!” “You definitely have some giant in you Jaren,” said Rob leaning back on Jared’s nose. “Now, why did I stop growing?” (Some more quick authors notes, thank you all so much for participating in the first round of the growth drive. As you can see, all of your efforts made Jared grow very very big, but it’s still only the first week so let’s do it again, but this time with bigger numbers. A huuuuuuge thank you to those who donated, I hope y’all liked where you ended up. And to the person who reported my story claiming I was trying to get clout, fuck you. Get eatin’ ya little bitch. Thanks for the plot. Anyways, Happy Macro March and on with the Growth Drive! This round will run from March 15th to March 21st. Get to growing!)

Thanks! And unfortunately the answer is maybe - I hope so - but don't hold your breath. Had some health issues in the family to deal with last year (which fortunately seem to be resolving) and that took all my time and energy. Then I made the mistake of trying to rush back into making a third chapter and I absolutely hated it. Since then, I basically haven't been able to continue. I still have a story I'd like to tell, though. I've been trying to write out some short-form stuff and that's been going okay. Maybe that will help the gears start turning again, but as it stands, I can't promise anything.

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.”

Part 1: “Annnnnnd Submit.” Zack relaxed back into his dorm room computer chair, pleased with himself that he finished his freshman year of college with straight A’s. His mom would be so proud he thought as he took a deep breath in. It was time to celebrate. *Hey, wanna go out and celebrate the end of the semester? Maybe try out our new fake ID’s* Zack texted his small friend group he had accrued while at school, being so far from home he had to make new friends, and damn did he get lucky. Coming in, his orientation group had an even mix of people, one guy who was here on a sports scholarship, a D1-A rugby player, another guy who was on a full ride academic scholarship in the pre-med program, and one guy who wasn’t extremely bright in other school subjects, but he was a tech guru. Although the four of them were incredibly different, they all seemed to fill a void in each others lives in just the right way. They had done everything together for the first few months of college, and now they had become inseparable. Chris, the athlete, Brian, the brains, Mark, the tech wiz, and Zack, the leader. Zack wasn’t entirely sure how he had become the leader of the pack, it just kind of happened, which was interesting. Chris was a big guy 6’2” and well over 200lbs, he was intimidating to look at, but kind to know. Brain was strikingly handsome, his jet black hair, high cheekbones, and sharp jawline, combined with his athletic swimmers body, he made for quite the sight. Last, Mark. Mark had come from a farm and he was pure corn fed beef; for a computer nerd, he looked more like a power lifter. Then there was Zack, little more than 5’6”, 120lbs soaking wet, the epitome of a twink. He felt he looked incredibly average, although anyone less humble would see just how striking he truly was. His brown hair contrasted incredibly with his dark olive green eyes, his jawline strong, and although he wasn’t very muscular, his body was toned. There was one other thing that set Zack apart from the rest of his crew, he was the only gay one. The other three were constantly chasing different girls, or sometimes the same ones, which Zack always found amusing. But when Zack had come out to them in those first weeks, they told him it wasn’t a big deal, it didn’t change a thing, they said all the right things. Now the only time it really gets brought up is when they go out and the other three try and push Zack to make a move on some other guy at the bar; the problem with that being, Zack was not only a virgin, but he wasn’t at all attracted to the guys that his friends would point out. Chris, Brian, and Mark would always point out more effeminate men, those who appeared at least, to be gay, but they weren’t Zack’s type. He was too embarrassed to admit to himself, much less anyone else what his type really was. But he knew, he loved giant muscle daddies. Towering figures thick with muscle and hair. But, he’d only ever seen pictures of men like this, they didn’t tend to hang around the college bars they frequented, and Zack was on no form to venture out on his own. *Sounds great, man! See you in 10!* Chris replied. *Same, I’ll come to your dorm in a few* Mark said. *I was already getting ready to head out, I’ll meet you all there* Brian chimed in. The messages coming in quick succession brought Zack back to reality, he quickly hopped up from his chair and got dressed in something a little more appealing than a white T-shirt that hung off his frame like a dress, and old sweatpants. No sooner than he had finished getting dressed, there were three short raps on his dorm room door. Opening it, Zack was met with the overwhelming scent of Axe and Old Spice, Chris and Mark pulled him out of the room. “We’re going to find you someone tonight!” Chris said. “We’ve been looking all semester, I think we’re ready to hook you up!” Mark added “You guys are always trying to get me to go home with some random dude.” Zack joked, “Why can’t I just go home with you guys.” Zack said this not as a question, but as a joke between them. They always joked that if they weren’t straight they’d live to date Zack, just be with their friend all the time, and Zack loved to play into that joke. “Yeah, right, I bet you would!” Chris said pushing Zack’s shoulder so he bumped into Mark. “One day we’ll find the right guy for you.” Mark said pulling Zack into his side when Zack bumped into him. “The real question is, when are YOU going to hook us up with some of your girlfriends?” Chris said. “Right, like I would let one of those girls ruin your lives.” Zack joked. “I’d love for Maria to ruin my life, you have to get me an oop.” Chris said, and Zack just laughed. There was no way he would hook those two up, Maria was a menace to society, although beautiful, Zack couldn’t imagine the two of them together. “Our ride is here.” Mark said, as Brian pulled up in his car. The three piled in, and they headed to the bar. Parking a few blocks away they got out, and headed down the strip. They were on their way to a new bar that had just opened, it promised to be a great time. They hopped in line, and chatted while they waited. Chris showed his ID, the bouncer looked at them both once and let Chris in. The bouncer then took Mark’s ID, barely glanced at it, and let Mark in. Brian handed over his ID and the bouncer just looked and waved him in. The three headed to the bar to claim a place. Zack handed his ID to the bouncer, who took it and examined it closely. “Robert Jones, 22.” The bouncer said as the flipped the ID over and over in his hands. Zack relaxed, this ID had worked so many times before, he had no reason to doubt it now. Then the bouncer pulled out a black light pen, and began to wave it over the ID, carefully looking at the markings. “This ain’t real.” The bouncer said, eyeing Zack. “What? Of course it is!” Zack insisted. “Lying about it too?” “I’m not lying, that’s my real ID, how can I prove it.” “You don’t need to, I know it’s fake.” The bouncer then shown the light over the ID and in the black light, Zack couldn’t see a thing. “So there’s nothing on it.” “Exactly.” Said the bouncer, “There’s no marking, and, you just lied to a police officer.” Blood drained from Zack’s face, he broke out in a sweat, his vision tunneled, and his legs grew weak. “What?!” He exclaimed. “Yeah, they hired some extra muscle for tonight to weed out all the fakes in this college town, and looks like I found one.” The bouncer grabbed a walkie-talkie from his waist and called into it, Zack couldn’t hear what from the blood pumping in his ears. Within seconds, two police officers walked out from around the corner of the bar, “Alright look, here’s your choices. You can go kindly with them, they wont cuff you or anything, I’ll keep the ID, they’ll take you in and you’ll need a guardian to come pick you up, and you’ll get a ticket. Or, you can try to run and resist and we can do it the hard way.” Right, like it was even really a choice. Zack followed the two officers around the block. One opened the door for him, and he climbed in the back of the squad car. “Can I message my friends so they don’t worry about me?” The two cops in the front of the car exchanged glances, “Sure, kid.” And they sped off. *Hey guys, I actually went to spend some time with the bouncer from outside, his shift just ended. I’m going to have fun tonight, y’all go on without me* As he sent it, he wasn’t sure exactly why he lied, but too late now. Maybe he wanted to avoid the embarrassment and harassment of being caught. *Ohhh, so Zack likes guys like that?* Chris replied. *I believe they’re called bears* Brian said. “Alright kid, that’s enough texting, you’re under arrest after all.” And the rest of the ride was done in silence. At the police station, Zack was sat down and told he could call someone to come pick him up while the police worked out his ticket. He of course called his mother. “Hello?” She said, confused at the odd number calling her at this time of night. “Hi mom.” Zack said. “Zack, what’s wrong, you sound terrible? Why didn’t you call form your phone.” “I got arrested, I’m at the police station right now, they said you have to come pick me up.” No need in beating around the bush, Zack thought. “What?!” His mom said, “Why?!” “I got caught with a fake ID at a bar, they’re just giving me a ticket, but said an adult had to come pick me up.” A heavy sigh from the other end of the phone. “Look, I’m on a business trip for the next two weeks, I’m across the country I can’t come get you.” “They won’t let me leave without and adult!” Zack said, the situation becoming more and more confusing to him. “Let me put you on hold one second.” His mom said. “Wait I….” And then a holding tone played over the phone speaker. Zack looked over to the two officers who had brought him in, one was looking at a computer and the other way giving him a death stare. He did everything he could to calm down, and to look like he was still talking to someone. The phone clicked back. “Okay look. This isn’t how I wanted you to find out, but I’ve been seeing someone. He’s at his home, and he said he will come and get you. He will be there in 30 minutes, he lives about halfway between our house and your school. His name is Henry.” This didn’t really surprise Zack, he knew his mom had been seeing someone, but he knew nothing else about the man, he wanted his mom to come to him about it in her own time, so much for that. “Okay.” Zack said. “Now, look, you have to be nice to him even if you aren’t okay with me dating.” “I knew you were dating mom, I will be kind. He’s doing me a huge favor after all.” “Alright, I have to go now, I have an early morning meeting. Send me a message when you get to Henry’s house and let me know you’re safe.” “Okay mom, love you, bye.” “Love you too.” And they hung up the phone. The next thirty minutes proceeded at a snails pace, inching along minute by agonizing minute. After about 25 minutes the two officers came back over to Zack and handed him his ticket, had a brief talk with him about how what he had done was wrong and how he was getting off easy. Zack told them about Henry coming to pick him up, and they looked satisfied with that answer. The two officers left and Zack was alone waiting for the mystery boyfriend to show up and rescue him. Ch. 2 Promptly 5 minutes later, a police officer came back and he looked white as a ghost, “Zack, your, uh, step-dad is here to get you.” Step-dad? The police officer led Zack out to the front. Initially he noticed nothing out of the ordinary, and then he saw him. As he rose from the chair he was sitting in, one of the double sized handicap chairs but it looked still too small. Rising out of the chair was a mountain of a man, he was wearing a plain t-shirt which was pulled tight over his broad chest, and clung tight to his bulging arm muscles. It hung loose around his waist as his body tapered from the wide chest down. His legs were stuffed into a pair of dark colored jeans, which had been rubbed to a light color between his huge thighs, and the front of the jeans bulging obscenely where it appeared the man had shoved a ripe honeydew melon. As the man rose from the chair, his height became apparent as he towered over ever officer in the station. His strong jawline marked by a thick dark beard, moving up to a pair of crystal blue eyes, and a cropped military style haircut. “Mr. Branson, here’s your step-son.” One officer said, pushing Zack forward as if he didn’t want to get a step closer to the intimidating figure. “Thank you officer, is there anything else we need to do before we leave?” The mans voice was deep, sending a rumble through Zack’s body and vibrating him to his core. “No sir. You two are good to go.” The huge man looked down at Zack, leaning forward as he attempted to peer over his huge pecs at the smaller man, “Let’s go.” he said in a short, gruff manor. The man walked out the front doors, turning slightly as he did because his wide shoulders threatened to hit each side of the doorframe. Zack walked behind the monster, trying and failing not to stare at the global sized muscled ass inside the jeans. The huge mountains moved in rhythm as the man walked towards his truck. At a large, lifted, black truck the man stopped, and unlocked the car. He walked over to the drivers side, and Zack was left trying to climb on the sidestep to reach the door handle and then jump up to actually get in the huge vehicle. Once he was in his seat, the man lifted his body in the car, his hefty weight causing the suspension to shake and lean a bit to the drivers side. The man took a deep breath, and then reached out one huge hand to Zack, “Hi, I’m Henry.” Zack looked at the hand, and then grasped it with his own, it was hard and calloused, and completely enveloped his own. “It’s nice to meet you.” The man smiled slightly at Zack, “So, a fake ID huh? That’s pretty embarrassing to get caught with.” Zack was unsure if he was genuine or what exactly he was trying to convey, “I guess, it worked before, but I guess I ran out of luck.” “Well, you mom seemed pretty pissed about it.” “Right, that cop called you my step-dad, so are you and my mom…” “No, we just started dating a few weeks ago, I figured if I told the cops that they’d let us out quicker, and for some reason, people have a hard time mustering up the courage to challenge me when I say things.” Henry said this as he put the truck in reverse and began to leave the station. Zack sat quietly for a while, mustering all of his will power to not get a boner over this man. He was a walking sex dream for Zack, his ideal man, but it HAD to be the man his mom was dating. “So, since we have to spend the next few weeks together,” Henry began, “tell me about yourself. Your mom said we could use this time to get to know each other.” Zack took a moment to gather his thoughts. The deep rumbling bass of Henry’s voice still sending shivers up Zack’s spine. “Well, I just finished freshman year. I’m a math major. I used to swim back in high school. Uhhhh, i don’t know what all do you want to know about me?” “A math major, huh? So you’re pretty good with numbers?” “I guess you could say that, I got an A in all of my classes.” “What kind of job do you hope to get with that degree?” “Well, I’d love to be an actuary, but realistically I’ll probably be in finance.” “Sounds like you’ve really got some plans for yourself then. Tell me. Did those include getting arrested?” Zack looked over at Henry, a bit struck my the directness of the question. Even more struck though at the way the seatbelt dug into the deep crevice between his massive pecs, pulling the shirt tighter around them and causing his big nipples to poke into the shirt. “Relax, kid. I’m just joking. Your mom is the one upset that you got arrested, I could care less.” “Well, I didn’t plan on getting arrested, I’m just glad I won’t have a mugshot.” Zack paused, mustered up the courage then ventured, “Tell me about yourself.” Henry looked over slightly and raised an eyebrow at Zack. “Well, I’m ex Air Force. I retired a little over a year ago, and now I’m working on becoming a commercial pilot. I met your mom just a few months ago, but we started dating officially a couple weeks ago, but she seems to be gone a lot on business…” Henry trailed off, so Zack decided to pick up the conversation. “The Air Force, I guess you were a pilot there?” “Sure was, I got a bit too big to fit in a fighter jet, so now I’m thinking I could keep flying in huge cargo planes or something. You know with enough shoulder room ha ha.” “Too big to fly a fighter jet?” The question about his size slipped out of Zack’s mouth before he could stop it. “Yes. The military sets the height limit at 6’5”, and the weight limit at about 300lbs. After I was too tall, too wide, and too heavy, they grounded me. But I can still fly larger planes, and I’m damn good at it too.” “So how did you and my mom meet?” “She was consulting for the airline I’m trying to work for. She came in to help with some operational changes and we just kind of hit it off. With both of us traveling, me for pilot training and her for consulting, we only had a few really good dates, but eventually we got together.” Zack sat on this for a moment, before he posed his next question. “So do you know what’s going to happen to me now?” “Well, you got a ticket, so you’ll pay the fine and be done with it. But I’m under strict orders from your mother to keep you grounded at my house until she gets back in two weeks. So I guess at least for the next few weeks you’ll be helping me with chores and things. Maybe I can do a little military boot camp for you, help you reform your delinquent ways.” Henry flashed a smile at Zack, and Zack wasn’t sure if it was meant to sell a joke, or if there was some hidden meaning. Zack looked out the window, realizing that for quite a while they had been driving in a deeply forested area, a single lane road completely taken up by Henry’s large truck. As they drove the flash of the sun through the trees intermittently breaking up the deep shade from the mature trees covering the road. Henry slowed down the truck, and pulled off on a dark paved drive, it wound down deeper into the woods, and Zack could see a clearing up ahead. Henry pulled up into a large drive. The cabin that lie deep in the woods looked impeccable, the dark planks of wood evenly sanded and stained, the wrap around porch adorned with well kept flowers, landscaping added to the beauty of the home. “Well, lets get inside and get some rest, it’s late. Tomorrow we can head back to your dorm and get your things.” They walked into the cabin, the inside no less beautiful than the outside. The home was immaculately clean, the hardwood floors shining with polish, the deep brown leather of the furniture smooth and well kept. The inside of the cabin smelled faintly of wood smoke, and musk. Zack followed Henry down the narrow halls of the dark cabin, noticing how he shuffled slightly to the side as his wide shoulders refused to let him walk directly down the hall. Henry stopped at the first door to the right, “Here’s your room. There isn’t much in here besides a bet. The only bathroom is down the hall across from my room, I’ll leave the light in in case you need it. We’re leaving out of here early tomorrow to go get your things. I’d like to get that over with because I have other things to do tomorrow, but at least now I’ll have some help.” Henry left the doorway and continued down the hallway into the darkness and closing a heavy door behind him. Zack felt his way around the room, looking for a light. His eyes slowly adjusted to the moonlight coming through a window on the far wall. He saw a small twin bed and collapsed onto it. The thick mattress immediately sinking to his form and the soft blanket on the top feeling cool against his skin. This had been a long night, and Zack fell to sleep as he lie. That night Zack dreamed of Henry, he could only recall bits and pieces of each dream, but in each one Henry seemed to be larger and larger, until he awoke with a start. Ch 3. Henry pushed the door open to the room. Bright sunlight was pouring in through the window and landing on Henry as he stood in the doorway. “Time to get up, boy.” He said, his deep gruff voice seemingly even deeper this morning as if his throat were dry. Zack rolled over and opened his eyes more, adjusting to the light. Henry was in the doorway, his body clearly wider and taller than the small cabin doorframe, the top of his head cut off and his chest expanding from side to side, his arms out of sight. He looked huge in the light of the morning sun. He was wearing a light green military t shirt, the fabric cling to his body exposing his abs, and gathering up under his heavy overhanging pecs. The shirt was stretched and ruffled as Henry took a deep breath in, impatient. “I said, time to GET UP!” And Henry slammed a hand on the wall outside the door, causing it to shake and Zack jumped from bed. “Go get ready and meet me in the kitchen, quickly now, we have shit to do today.” Henry disappeared down the hallway, and Zack sat feeling his heart thrum in his chest for a moment.” He walked down the hallway to the bathroom, hearing the clang of dishes in the kitchen. In the bathroom, it was small, enough room for a toilet, a sink with some storage, a shower that was odd in that it had no sides or doors, just a spout from the roof, and a drain below. Zack noticed the tiled floor sloped in the bathroom to funnel into the shower, but it was just an odd corner. The last thing he noticed was a hamper, full of what Zack assumed to be dirty clothes. As Zack moved towards the shower to figure out how it worked, he noticed lying on top of the clothes pile, was a pair of huge briefs. No. He had literally just met Henry, and it was his mom’s boyfriend, he knew he shouldn’t even think about touching them, but something about the way they were placed, it’s like he was meant to see them. He turned on the shower to hide the sound of his next move. He walked out the hamper and grabbed the oversized underwear. The elastic waistband was stretched and weak, the leg holes had rips and tears up the sides. The backside of the briefs had small rips and tears abound as if they struggled to contain the ass that wore them, and the front pouch looked as if it had been permanently altered, hanging loose and low off of the rest of the brief, like it needed to be filled to the max to fit correctly. A knock on the door started him, he felt his soul leave his body as if he were caught. “Don’t waste the hot water, the tank isn’t very big, hurry up and let’s go.” Henry didn’t beat around the bush, his military background spoke for itself in his discipline and demeanor. Zack quickly showered and redressed in the same clothes from the night before, exiting the bathroom, he smelled breakfast, the scent of bacon, eggs, and toast coming down the hallway to greet him. He walked down the hall and into the open area where the kitchen was and saw Henry sitting at the table reading a news paper. His heavy body relaxed in a wooden chair. “Bout time you got out here, let’s eat.” Henry put down the newspaper and Zack noticed the way his heavy chest sat in the shirt, as he sat forward to eat the food piled on the plate before him, his chest rested on the table, mountains of power contained within the thin green fabric of his shirt. Zack sat down, not hungry, but also a bit afraid to not accept the offering of food from this giant. He made a plate and quickly ate what he could. When they finished Henry placed the plates into the dishwasher and they got in the truck to head to Zack’s dorm. Zack sat quietly for the majority of the ride. He had had the slightest taste of Henry’s anger this morning and he was just a bit afraid of upsetting him. “You’ve got to relax.” Henry said from the drivers seat. “What do you mean?” Zack replied, feigning ignorance. “Ever since I raised my voice a bit this morning you’ve been acting like a puppy that was scolded.” “Sorry, i just got yelled at a lot as a kid by my dad, guess I haven’t really gotten over it.” “Ah, daddy issues, huh?” Henry said in a teasing tone. Zack shifted uneasily in the large truck seat. Henry reached a large hand over and patted Zack on the chest and patted him hard a few times; Zack noticed that Henry’s hand took up so much of his torso, his hand was huge. The thumps on his chest made a deep hollow thumping sound, it didn’t hurt but it absolutely didn’t feel great. “I told you to relax, just a joke. You’re wound a little tight aren’t ya?” Zack wasn’t sure how to reply so he just chuckled as tried to let it all roll off his back. As they pulled up to the dorm, Zack saw other students were moving their things out today as well. As chance would have it, Chris and his family were there as well, helping Chris to load his things in their SUV. Zack saw Chris as he got out of the truck. “Dude!” Chris called as he strode over to Zack, “What happened last night?!” Zack looked down at the ground, embarrassed, then he felt a huge hand land heavily on his shoulder and grip him slightly. “Little guy got arrested.” Henry said with a cavalier style that somehow put Zack at ease. Chris’s eyes popped out of his skull as he looked up at the towering figure standing next to Zack. “Henry Branson, I’m Zack’s step-dad, nice to meet you…” Henry stuck out his other huge paw for Chris to shake. The big stud on campus reached a shaky hand out and gripped Henry’s, but Henry’s hand even swallowed a big hand like Chris’. “Hi, I uh, I’m Chris, Zack’s friend.” “We’re you one of the others out with him last night when he got arrested?” Chris’s expression changed as he quickly shifted his gaze to Zack, although not for long before he went back to clearly admiring Henry’s physique. “You got arrested, I thought you said…” Chris began, before Zack cut him off. “Doesn’t matter what I said. I got caught at the door and taken in, end of story.” Zack shot daggers at Chris, trying to get him to shut up before he outed him to Henry. Zack wasn’t sure, but something told him Henry wouldn’t take too kindly to Zack being gay. Chris could have cared less, he was too busy still gawking at Henry. “You enjoying the gun show, kid.” Henry said to Chris, “You look like you workout a bit too.” Chris blushed, “I do my best, tryna look like you one day. You’re massive.” Henry looked down over his thick pecs at Chris, the tall athlete dwarfed by his mass, “Maybe I can get Zack here to workout with me this summer, then y’all could workout together using my program.” “That’d be awesome!” Chris said, ecstatic. “Well, I don’t want to be here all day, Zack, let’s go pack your shit and get gone.” “Good seeing you Chris.” Zack said as Henry led him away. “You too.” Chris said, trying with every fiber of his straight being not to stare at the global sized ass Henry had bouncing in his pants. “He seemed nice, a little jumpy, and he liked to stare. I guess that’s why you two make such good friends.” Zack stayed quiet as he led Henry up to his dorm. As they got closer, Zack remembered his weed stash he kept and he quickly began to plan how he would get it out without arousing Henry’s suspicion, something told him Henry wouldn’t be a huge fan of weed. They entered his dorm and Henry looked comically large in the small confined room. As the two moved around they would occasionally bump into each other, and Zack could feel the rock hard muscle that apparently covered his entire body. “God, look how small you are.” Henry said as he held up one of Zack’s shirts with his university logo on it. As he held up the size small shirt to his XXXL body, the size difference between them was more apparent. Barely covering the middle of his wide chest and not coming down far on his torso. He laughed quietly as he helped Zack pack his clothes, every few items he would hold them up to his body. He picked opened Zack’s sock and underwear drawer and packed them away, holding up one pair of underwear to his body, the small little briefs barely enough to cover his crotch. Zack looked and internally whimpered, picturing what Henry would look like in only a pair of tight underwear. They finished packing up all of Zack’s clothes into totes, “Alright, I’ll take these to the car. You go ahead and pack up the last of your things, let’s get this done.” With that Henry squatted down low and grabbed the stack of totes and lifted. Showing no strain in the effort of lifting it. As he walked through the doorway with the stack of totes, Zack got to work hiding the tiny container of weed, a pipe, some papers, and a lighter. Luckily he kept them in an airtight container, but they needed to be hidden among his other belongings. As Zack finished packing up the last few boxes of everything on his desk and under his bed, Henry returned. The heat had gotten to him and he had broken a sweat, dark stains in his armpits, below his overhanging pecs, and in a v pattern down his back. “Let me get those!” Henry insisted, lifting the rest of the boxes with as much ease as he had done before. As they headed out, Zack turned out his light, and shut his door. Even though he’d be back in the fall, it felt like a finality, locking the door and leaving, following Henry out. As they drove home, they made small talk, Zack felt he was slowly getting Henry to warm up to him, but he could never be sure. Henry’s distant and gruff attitude and tone made it hard for Zack to know if he was still annoyed with picking him up from jail or if he was actually relaxing. When they pulled up to Henry’s cabin, the big man got out and and began to unload Zack’s things. Zack went to the back to help, “Let me get this, you’ll slow me down. Why don’t you go inside and start unpacking things as I bring them to your room.” In two quick trips Henry had unloaded all of Zack’s things and sat them in his room. “Go ahead and finish unpacking, I’m going to go shower. I got a bit sweaty.” As Zack unpacked his things, he decided to spend some time jerking off. He’d been around Henry for less than 24 hours and already he had felt his cock hard and leaking in his pants any time he was close to the monster of a man. He pulled his pants down and laid on the bed. He closed his eyes and tried to mentally undress Henry, his big hairy mass spilling from his tight clothes, his huge cock coiled in his pants ready to burst free. He stroked his cock and then he shot his load onto his stomach. It didn’t take him long with how horny Henry made him, but he was also ashamed of the tiny amount of cum that had come from his small cock. He quickly cleaned up and relaxed, thinking that now he would be able to be near Henry without constant thoughts of being thrown around by the man. Zack heard the shower turn off, followed by heavy wet thumping on the wooden boards in the hall. Zack’s heart raced, all he had to do was go in the hallway and he could see Henry shirtless, in a towel. Damn, that thought got him hard again, already. He had to control it, Henry couldn’t ever find out how Zack saw him. A few moments later there was a heavy knock on his door, his s.” heart lept as Henry pushed open the door. He was wearing a tight t shirt again and a pair of sweatpants, the grey material pulled tight over his hulking thighs, half a basketball shoved into the front of his pants. “I’m going to go workout, do you want to come? You look like you could use some meat on your bones.” Zack toyed with the idea for a moment, but decided that if he was to gain favor with Henry, the gym may just be the place to do that. “Sure. I’ve never worked out thought.” Zack admitted. “I had assumed that, I’ll show you the ropes” Henry said playfully, a slight smile gracing his face. “Get dressed and meet me in the kitchen.” As Zack dressed, he began to wonder where this gym was. Surely Henry didn’t drive all the way into town, but this cabin was far too small to hold a gym, Zack was sure he’s have see it by now. He slipped on a tank top and met to meet Henry. “Follow me.” Henry said before Zack could even ask his question. Henry walked out the back door, Zack followed behind him, watching the big masses of each of his glutes bounce inside his tight sweatpants, slightly wedging between his deep asscrack, showing off even more of the robust shape. Henry walked down a stone path that led into the thick tree line and into the dark shaded woods. The afternoon humid air weighing heavy on Zack as he walked outside, and the immediate relief was incredible when he walked into the shade. Henry wound around a path roughly cut into the trees, the stones along the path each large and flat, making a smooth walkway along the forest floor. As they kept walking, Zack noticed a large metal building in a clearing ahead. As they got closer he observed it was a long metal pole bard, with plain silver metal covering the outside of the structure. A porch was erected at the front with some outdoor seating, a grill, a fire pit, and a small fridge. Henry walked into the barn and turned on the light, flooding the dark shaded forest area with a reflective light from the windows. Zack walked in behind Henry and his jaw dropped. It was a whole gym, complete with everything someone could want, the walls were covered in mirrors, and in one corner was a large sound system. Henry walked over and turned on some classic rock as Zack continued to take in the amount of equipment in the room. He also noticed a door at the back, it didn’t seem like the back wall was far enough back to take up the full length of the barn, he wondered what might be behind the door. Henry snapped him back to the present. “Pretty nice set-up right?” Henry said, putting his hands on his hips, standing tall and looking proud of his home gym. “It’s incredible, there’s so much in here.” “Thanks bud, I’ve been collecting for years. Now. Today is chest day, so we will start by learning and practicing those exercises.” ‘Bud’? Did Henry just call him ‘Bud’? That sounded way too friendly, he was excited to be seeming to be on Henry’s good side, but also apprehensive about the apparent sudden change in attitude. Henry walked over to a bench, the bar bending with the weight of several 45lb plates on each side. “Alright, I’ll start, show you the form, and then you can give it a try, okay?” “Sounds good to me!” Zack said. Henry lie back on the bench, his huge form dwarfing the bench, as he lie down the mountains and valleys of his muscles we’re on full display, his huge pecs piling up, the valley between then covered by the stretched T-shirt, the grooves of his abs visible in the tight shirt. The big bulge rising up in his sweatpants, his massive quads pressing against the sweatpants, pushing them out in every direction. “Alright, so the key here is the grip and feet.” Henry spoke in his deep enthralling voice, and Zack observed the wide grip he placed on the bar. “You want to place your feet comfortably on the floor, they’re going to give you a solid base to work from.” Zack looked and saw Henry’s large gym shoes positioning on the floor. He was too tall to place them on either side of the bench, but where his long legs extended off the edge of the bench, but they were firmly planted wide. “next, you want to position yourself under the bar, there’s more to it than this, but starting out just position the bar right above your nipples.” As he said it Henry exaggerated the point by tracing from his thick nipples up to right in front of the bar. Zack tried to pay attention but it seemed like Henry’s nipples were getting hard and engorged. They looked like two big eraser tips under his tight shirt, forcing their way forward and mesmerizing Zack. “Last, make sure that you get the grip right, look how far apart my hands are, find a spot on the bar and work with it.” Flexing his large hands around the bar Henry arched his back and lifted the weight off the rack. “Once you have it up, make sure you bring it down evenly, directly straight down.”He was lifting so much weight and still able to talk normally. he took a deep breath in, expanding his chest, and slowly lowering the bar until he just gently touched his chest. “Notice how my elbows are. They aren’t bowed out, but they’re nice and level. Also important, remember to breath.” As he said it Henry released the air from his lungs and pushed the bar back up. He repeated this whole process over and over and over. Zack was intently focused, but not on the form or breathing pattern, but mainly on the pump that was exuding from his huge chest. Finally Henry racked the weight. “Alright, are you ready for your turn?” Henry said as he sat up and looked back at Zack. “We might need to take some of that weight off first.” Henry laughed, “Don’t worry, I have another bench over there, the bar is about 50 lbs, so we will just use that to practice your form.” Zack walked over to the bench and lie down, he tried to remember his feet positioning, hand positioning, taking a breath. As he settled into the bench, Henry appeared over his head. Laying down and looking up, Zack’s field of vision consisted of Henry’s heavy bulge, and protruding out past that were his swollen pecs. It was perfect, Zack thought, he could lay here forever and be happy just staring at this view. Henry was so tall, that his bulge was elevated above Zack’s head, but as he squatted down to place his hands around the bar as well, the package got closer and closer to Zack’s face. Then it stopped, “This is how you spot someone, just have a loose grip under the bar, and a strong stance, ready to help if they need it.” Zack took his breath and lifted the rod off the rack, it was heavier than he expected and his hands weren’t exactly centered right, the bar wobbled and tilted falling towards him as he lost grip. Suddenly he felt a heavy hot pressure on his face, something huge laying on his entire face, covering from his forehead to his mouth. But the weight of the bar was gone, and quickly he realized what had happened. He had almost dropped the bar, Henry caught it, and in his effort to get low enough to catch the bar, he had smothered Zack with his monster bulge, which now seemed ever bigger than before. Zack sat up quickly as his cock responded immediately, hard as a rock. He quickly and quietly adjusted himself. “What was that?” Henry said. “Sorry, it was my first time, I wasn’t exactly sure what to expect.” “That’s okay, your first time is always rough. Why don’t you lay back and try again.” Henry sounded so encouraging, Zack followed the command and retried. As he got ready to lift the bar, Henry lowered himself close to Zack, his bulge so close if Zack stuck out his tongue he could lick it. “Alright, I’m ready this time. I got you, just remember how I did it and do your best.” Zack lifted the bar and focused on his form, Henry was steadying the bar and guiding it down evenly as Zack got the hang of the motion. After 10 reps, Zack was doing it on his own, and then he racked the weight. “Congratulations, that was good!” Henry said, patting Zack on his chest with one huge hand as Zack still lay on the bench. After a few more sets each, they moved to another exercise. For this one, Henry sat on an inclined bench and grabbed cables from each side, and brought the up together above his chest, his shirt bunching up and gathering between his pecs as he did, each time he lowered them and spread his chest, the release of his shirt showed more and more sweat soaking into the fabric. Zack sat on the incline bench for his turn. “Take your shirt off for me, let me see if you’re working the right part of your chest as you do this.” Zack looked confused, because he was, “Oh relax, take it off or I’ll take it off of you.” Zack considered for a split second on insisting that Henry rip his shirt off of him, but decided it was probably best not to poke a bear. He took his shirt off and assumed position, Henry adjusted the weight, and Zack worked the cables. Henry stood over Zack, and felt his chest as he worked the weight. “Good, you’re getting good form for your inner chest.” Zack did everything he could to fight his hornyness as Henry stood over him with his hands on his body. They continued their workout. Henry showing Zack new exercises, Zack working to impress Henry. Until Zack heard a rip. Henry was lying on the bench, pressing what Zack estimated to be over 1000lbs, with 12, 45lb plates on each side of his special bench bar. As Henry lowered the bar, his shirt rippled along the side of his chest, leaving a huge gash in his shirt along the side. “DAMMIT!” Henry said as he racked the bar and sat up. “I bought two sizes too big a month ago and I still ripped it. Fuck!” As he said it Henry inspected the damage to the shirt, his huge chest still trying to force it’s way out of the shirt, every move he made causing the rip to get bigger and bigger. Henry looked in the mirror at his chest, and flexed his biceps, the two cannons splitting the sleeves from the end up to his shoulders as his massive biceps forced their way out of the shirt, a large vein popping up from the head of each bicep, a clear split showing the separation from his massive tricep and rock hard bicep clear and defined. “I think it’s time we call it a day, if I’m ripping out of this shirt like the hulk I think that’s a good workout.” Henry said, nonchalant about his size ballooning from the exertion of the workout. “I agree, thank you for teaching me.” Zack replied. “That’s just the beginning, I’m going to show you so much more.” Zack stopped as Henry walked out of the gym and headed back to the house. He knew what he meant, he was going to show him more exercises in the gym, but in Zack’s horny mind he heard it very differently. His mouth had run dry and his mind ran wild as he imagined different scenarios with Henry, in every one of them the huge man towered over him, flexing his godly muscles. Getting back into the house, Henry made two protein shakes, one regular for Zack, and one that was in a half gallon jug for himself. As he chugged down the shake, little drops spilled from the corners of his mouth, dripping from his lips down into his shirt, the fabric covering his huge chest absorbing the liquid. “Ah, that’s some good shit.” Henry said, placing his jug heavily on the counter, empty of its contents. Zack was still working on sipping through his, it tasted alright but it was so thick. “So, Zack. There’s something I wanted to talk to you about real quick.” Zack paused drinking and looked up. “Will you wipe that scared puppy dog look off your face, relax.” Henry’s booming voice and pumped muscles brought little comfort to Zack, he was terrified of what Henry might do to him if he noticed how Zack was looking at him. He did his best though to place a neutral expression on his face. “So, your mom broke up with me this morning.” Henry said. Zack was a bit taken aback. Why had his mom not told him or mentioned it, why was ?henry still housing him, why had she broken up with this pure hunk. “W, w, what happened?” Zack said trying to formulate and order his questions in a coherent fashion. “Well, she found someone else on her trip, someone she works with I guess because she said she’d get to spend more time with him.” Henry must have picked up on the further questions Zack had because he launched into a longer explanation with no prompting. “While we were talking she said you can go and stay at her house until she comes home, but I offered to let you stay here with me for the rest of the two weeks. We just moved your stuff, I don’t particularly want to do it again.” Henry paused, examining Zack for his reaction, but Zack continued to stare down into his half drank protein shake. “Plus…” Henry began again, “I’ve enjoyed having someone here with me. I enjoy my space, but it does get quiet out here. So if you’d like, you can stay until the end of the two weeks. If not, I understand and we can move you back to your moms’ tomorrow.” “I’d love to stay.” Zack said quickly, before he even realized he had said it. Shit, he’d shown his cards, now Henry would know, he’d see right through him. “Wonderful!” Henry said, throwing his arms in the air. “I think we should celebrate. After all, I’m single again, and you get a nice vacation now.” “Celebrate?” Zack asked. “Yeah, come on!” Henry said, leaving out the back door and heading back towards his gym. Zack followed him, listening to his bare feet slap heavily against the stones making up the path. At the building, Henry bent over quickly giving Zack the chance to appreciate the truly huge size of the two ass cheeks struggling to rip out of those sweatpants. Then Henry stood back up and turned around and offered a beer to Zack. Zack hesitated as if it was a trick or a test. “For the last time, relax.” Henry said, a commanding military tone taking his voice, and Zack quickly grabbed the beer from his big mitt, obediently following direction without a second, or even a first thought. Henry cracked open his beer, and sat down into one of the chairs on the porch, the thick wood creaking and cracking under his weight. Zack followed suit and sat as well, the oversized chair practically surrounding his small frame. “Maybe a beer or two will help you relax, you’re always so tense. Are you always like this?” Zack froze, unsure how to respond, but he decided being honest, or at least partially honest, was the best course of action with Henry. “You’re a little intimidating.” “A little?” Henry said, looking over to Zack. He then leaned forward and over towards Zack. He balled his fist and flexed his bicep. The peak rising up in front of Zack’s face. As Henry slowly flexed his arm, the rising mound of muscle began to eclipse his vision, veins popping out and running like thick cords long the rock hard bicep. Henry moved his huge flexed arm within inches of Zack’s face and repeated, “a little?” Zack focused, his cock rock hard in his pants, all of the blood leaving his brain and rushing to his dick as he struggled to not only form a reply, but to make sure that Henry didn’t notice his hard-on; not that he had to worry much due to his small size, but still. “Okay, you’re huge, you were in the military, I just met you, and you’re huge.” Dammit, half a beer had gone to his head already, he said it twice, he was going to know exactly how Zack felt. “Well, relax. I may be loud, but I’d never hurt you. I never even really get mad, I usually just fake it to get things done, like this morning. Sure got you out of bed quick didn’t it?” As he said it, Henry chuckled. Zack laughed along, his anxiety lowering, maybe he had just been paranoid. As they continued to talk, Henry pounded beer after beer, clearly enjoying his ‘celebration’. Zack slowly worked on his second, sipping slowly, he’d always been made fun of for being a lightweight in college. After a solid 7-8 beers, Henry stood. “You’re good with numbers right?” He said looking down at Zack. “I’m a math major, so yeah.” Zack replied, the alcohol finally allowing him to truly loosen up around Henry. “How bout you help me measure my chest and arms. I still feel this crazy pump from our workout. I feel fucking huge. I need to know if I’m still getting bigger.” Zack’s cock ached in his pants as he prepared himself, “Sure.” He said, ever so careful as to not seem too eager and excited. Henry stood up, “Woahhh.” The big man said as he reached out and grabbed the chair for some support, “Those beers made me a bit dizzy to stand up so fast.” He laughed and then walked into the gym. On the far wall Henry grabbed a tape measure and a notebook. He walked back across the gym and approached Zack. As he walked, Zack couldn’t help but notice the massive bulge in his pants swinging back and forth, the huge quads behind it shoving the package forward and left and right as he walked, like a basketball bouncing in his pants. Zack steeled himself, he could get through this without fucking up, he knew it. Henry reached his hands out and handed Zack the tape measure and the notebook. The notebook was a tattered old college ruled notebook with a red cardboard cover, and a pencil stuck in the metal spiral wiring. “After you measure, be sure to write it down in there so I can keep track.” Henry lowered himself to the ground and began to pump out push-ups, as Zack opened the notebook. He saw an array of numbers listed in various columns on page after page. Each column was a different body part, and with each dated measurement the numbers increased. Zack looked and saw many years ago when Henry had first started keeping track. He was 6’1”, 165lbs, he was tall, but so tiny. He got taller and heavier, Zack flipped the pages, imagining Henry growing as he got closer to the most recent pages. He noticed at some point that the measurement days got further and further apart, but the gains stayed consistent. Close to the back of the notebook, a new column had been added, it was just labeled “S/H/G”, each of the measurements under this column were formatted as such too. Henry was still on the floor pumping out push-ups, switching his hand positions every so often to target a different muscle group. Zack flipped to the most recent page. It had been months since Henry had measured. Height: 6’4” Weight: 270lbs Chest: 64inches Biceps: 22 inches Waist: 34 inches Shoe: 14 Thighs: 28 inches S/H/G: 6/10/7 Aside from the last three numbers, Zack got a pretty good idea for how much Henry had grown over the past several months. Henry stood up, his huge chest heaving, the shirt still ripped and torn as his massive muscled chest pushed against it, begging for release. “Arms first.” Henry said, hauling his huge cannon bicep in front of Zack’s face again. “25 inches.” Zack read off. “And this one.” Henry said shifting his mass and pumping his right arm a few times, just inches away from Zack’s face. “25.2 inches.” Henry stood up and flexed in a front double bicep pose, the sleeves ripping just a bit more, tearing back to expose his broad shoulders, “Fuck yeah, still symmetrical as hell!” “Alright, now the chest.” As Henry said this he bounced his ballooned out pecs under the tight shirt. Uncontrollably, Zack salivated, but he was careful to keep it in his mouth. As Zack stood in front of Henry, he was face to face with the monster chest, his nose aligned to the deep covered crevice between Henry’s two huge chest muscles. Zack stretched the tape measure out, leaning in and reaching his arms around Henry’s relaxed body. As Zack tried to grasp the tape measure behind Henry’s back, Zack just found more and more back with each stretch, he couldn’t get his arms all the way around the big man. As he leaned in closer, he felt a warm ball press against his stomach. He quickly drew back, knowing he had just rubbed his body against Henry’s swollen cock. “What the fuck kid.” Henry said. Zack almost passed out, his legs went numb, this was it, Henry had found him out. “Lean in here and get this tape measure around me so I can flex!” He said, his tone commanding, demanding Zack to obey. Zack leaned in again, this time once his stomach made contact with the covered python in Henry’s pants, he continued to lean in, pressing his face closer and closer to Henry’s heaving pecs. Finally his cheek made contact with one of the solid mounds of muscle. He could smell Henry’s musk as he leaned in, the scent of some cologne and white soap, mixed with the primal smell of sweat. Zack’s cock was solid in his pants still, and he was doing everything he could to not let it brush against Henry’s massive tree trunk thigh. He felt the swelling in Henry’s pants increase as the pressure of Zack’s body pressing against him grew. Finally, Zack tossed the tape measure a bit in the back, and caught it with his other hand. Pulling himself back, he felt relief to be out of the awkward situation, but he also knew he would dream for months about being so intimately close to such massive pumped pecs, feeling that huge cock press against his body. He pulled the tape tight, and Henry took a breath in and flexed. His shirt protested, but the muscles underneath forced their way, splitting the shirt in the back, at the neck, and down the sides of the thick chest as Henry prepared to show off his truly freakish size. Zack held the tape measure firm, allowing it to get longer and Henry expanded his chest, but also enjoying the feeling of pressing his hands onto the rippling hard surface of the massive flexing beast. “Read it out loud, I want to hear.” Henry demanded, his face eclipsed by the heavy shelf of chest rising from his torso. “72 inches…” Zack said, and Henry relaxed his flex. “FUCK yeahhhh.” Henry said as he bounced his pecs some more. “Come here, feel how heavy one of these fuckers is.” Henry said, and before Zack could protest, he felt a huge hand grab his wrist and pull it to Henry’s chest. Henry placed Zack’s hand under his right pec, and let it completely relax in his hand. Zack felt Henry’s big hard nipple through the shirt, and he felt the weight of the pec in his tiny hand. He pushed up on it, and it was indeed heavy as fuck, there had to be more muscle in one of Henry’s pecs that in Zack’s whole body. Then, it happened, without warning, without control. Zack came, his cock twitched and jerked in his pants as it pumped his tiny load into his underwear. “Ohhhhhh.” Zack said as he bent over, trying to hide what was happening. “Whats wrong?! Are you okay?!” Henry said as he reached a hand out to Zack. “I’m…I’m fine.” Zack said, still bent over, never before had be been so grateful for having a cock that was so easy to hide, “Just a stomach cramp. I think I need to use the restroom.” “There’s one in the back of the building, here.” Henry said as he walked over to the door leading out the rear of the building. As he crossed the threshold he turned on a light, and the room lit up. As Zack walked into the room he was a bit taken by what it held. A raised wooden floor, a hot tub sunken into the ground, a sauna room, an ice bath, and a massage table. “Woah.” Zack said, straightening up. “Yeah, the bathroom is in the back corner. But pretty cool right?” Henry said, gesturing to the room, “It’s a recovery room, everything you’d need to relax sore muscles or take care of yourself after the gym.” Zack walked to the back of the room and Henry called, “I’m going to head inside and take a shower, just come in whenever you’re ready.” And with that he left. Zack hurried to the bathroom and pulled down his pants and underwear, to be sure, he had a made a mess. Grabbing some toilet paper, he did his best to clean himself up, using hand soap to hopefully mask the scent of his cum on himself, and flushing the evidence down the toilet. He knew if he hurried inside he’d have a chance to get to his room and change before Henry had the chance to notice the cum stain that was now on the outside of his shorts. “Fuck.” Was all Zack said as he relaxed against the wooden wall of the bathroom. He hadn’t even seen Henry without his shirt, he hadn’t seen him naked for sure, hell, he’d barely touched him, and he blew his load. This man held so much power over him with his mere existence and domineering tone that it drove Zack feral. Taking another deep breath, he walked back to the house, quickly to his room, and he got ready to shower after Henry. He heard Henry leave the bathroom and close his bedroom door, and Zack went into the bathroom. He showered the same off of his body. What was he even doing, lusting so openly over this man who had been so kind and helpful to him, and what, all Zack could think about was how much he wanted to get completely wrecked by that bull. Leaving the bathroom after his shower, he heard the TV playing something, and he saw Henry’s large dark silhouette on the couch. “Hey, come in here when you’re ready so we can relax.” Henry called down the hall as Zack rushed to his room. He put on the baggiest clothes he owned, hoping if he popped another boner, he could hide it easily. Walking into the living room, Henry handed him another beer, and motioned for him to sit on the couch next to him. As Zack sat down, he realized just how much space on the couch Henry was taking up. When he sat, the couch was sagging under Henry’s immense weight, and Zack was sliding in closer, like a large star warping space time, and Henry was a small planet trapped in his orbit, slowly falling into him. Zack fought it, knowing if he touched Henry again, he’d get hard. Henry raised his arm and laid it lazily across the back of the couch, as Zack fell in closer, slowly, he could feel the warmth emanating from the deep hairy armpit. Henry’s tank top he was wearing was doing little to hide his physique underneath, and his tight gym shorts displayed his still massive bulge, it didn’t look like it had shrunk at all. They continued this dance of Zack struggling to stay on the other side of the couch, and Henry appearing blissfully unaware and drinking for a few shows, maybe an hour? Zack wasn’t sure, he was fighting his own internal battle now to just relax down into Henry and go for broke. But then Henry stood and walked into the kitchen. With the way things were laid out, Zack couldn’t see Henry, but he could hear as the big man threw away his beer bottles and drank a glass of water. Then, an odd silence. Henry appeared out of the corner of Zack’s eye, still in his tank top, but no longer in his shorts. He was only in a pair of tight black briefs which stretched out over his huge cock. In the dark of the room Zack couldn’t make out much detail in the black fabric, but as the TV flickered light, the glimmers danced on the thick tube that was growing in the pouch. Henry walked over and stood in front of Zack, his arms crossed and folded across his big chest, lifting it, and flaring his forearms. His crotch eye level with Zack as the smaller man sat on the couch, frozen. “That was a good workout today, a good start.” Henry said, barely moving his body. “Uh, yeah, it was great.” “And thanks for helping me measure. Can’t believe how much I’ve grown.” As he said this Henry bounced his pecs under his crossed arms. “You know what I also can’t believe?” Henry said, looking down at Zack. “What’s that.” Zack replied, and as he did, Henry lowered his body down. Bringing his knees and thighs down on either side of Zack, putting his arms on either side of Zack and gripping the back of the dark leather couch. As he did, Zack could hear the leather rub at it made contact with the thick callouses on Henry’s hands. Henry lowered his chest until Zack’s head was nearly below the shelf like overhang. Then Henry pushed his hips forward and pushed at Zack with this bulge, the thick tube of cock underneath hot and pulsing as it made contact with Zack’s body. “I can’t believe you came so easily.” Zack heard a ringing in his ears, his vision blurred, his cock stood at attention. He tried to bring himself back into his body. “I, what?” Zack said, barely getting the words out in a squeak as his terrified expression gave him away. “Look, you even have a little hard-on right now.” Henry took one finger and poked at Zack’s hard cock in his baggy pants, “Awe, is that for me?” He said as he pushed his bulge into Zack’s chest again. Then he held a bicep up in front of Zack’s face, and slowly flexed it. “You wanna kiss it?” Henry said, his words slurred from the alcohol, and his breath hot at his came out. “No.” Zack said, surprising himself, was this him protecting himself or why had he just said that? “Oh. Then I’ll just have to try harder next time…Welp!” Henry said, quickly pushing back and standing up, “I’m off to bed, try not to dream about me too much tonight.”

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?!”

glad you liked it, thanks

A classic and fave of mine, from silicondog website—anyone want to take a stab a continuing it?

Do you plan on continuing it ir just leave it as it is? It is a really nice story so far. No pressuring intended

This is amazing! Will you be making a part 3 by any chance? This is hot!

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!"

Awesome new chapter. Biff has Timmy almost just as he wants him

It looks liek Biff likes to eb admired. Maybe they will reach soem agreement. A win win

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

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

Be careful, this story contains explicit brutality and violence. Hello everyone, because drawing takes so long, here is the beginning of my first story. All people are older than 18 years. Everyone wants to fight John This year's middleweight boxing champion had decided to challenge MMA fighter John in a fight. The fight had been announced for a long time and the hall was completely sold out. As with all fights John took part in, only women were allowed in the audience. Other than the champion, the only man present in the hall was the referee, an experienced man who had officiated many of John's fights. Before the fight began, the mood in the room was calm. In the cage were the referee and the 22-year-old middleweight champion, who was already warming up with air punches and jumps. His weight was 180 pounds with a body fat percentage of 6 percent. His athletic body glistened with sweat. He wore a red poser, through which the imprint of his relaxed but proud penis was clearly visible, and red boxing gloves and wrestling boots. The women in the audience chatted relaxedly. Then John entered the hall through a side door. The 21-year-old MMA fighter was known for his well-developed skeletal muscles. When his dominant stature came to light, the room suddenly became quiet. He was wearing an Alpha Industries bomber jacket, a model CWU 45 in size xxxxl. The navy-colored nylon stretched so tightly over his relaxed 39-inch upper arms that the finger-thick veins of his basketball-sized biceps were clearly visible through the fabric. His enormously well-defined triceps fought for space with a lat muscle that gave him a back that was wider than it was tall at 51 inches, so much so that you could hear the nylon of the bomber jacket rubbing together as he walked. A sound that caused the first women to spontaneously reach between their legs to dampen their rising excitement. John had zipped his bomber jacket all the way up, but that was only possible because the nylon around his medicine ball-sized pecs had stretched so much that the stretch marks were clearly visible. How else would a 112 inch chest fit in a standard size xxxxl jacket? Not to mention the tension around his enormous deltoids. The veined bases of his forearms, which were about as thick as his head, disappeared into his white boxing gloves. In addition to his impressive upper body size, John had thighs with impressively divided, vein-riddled quadriceps heads measuring 92 inches in circumference. As he walked, the insides of his hairless thighs rubbed noticeably together, their momentum forming an almost semicircular shape around his impressive leg muscles. The hairless thigh muscles also showed impressive definition and vascularization. The calf heads, which were clearly divided into two parts, were collectively thicker than a man's head. He wore white, tightly laced wrestling boots. The most impressive thing about his body wasn't his skeletal muscles, but the shaft of his penis. The member was the thickness of a baseball bat and almost burst his stretched white poser. He was completely relaxed and prominently protruded forward from the bulge of his quadriceps. Veins and a fist-sized fuck head were clearly visible through the stretched fabric. Orange-sized eggs stretched the fabric down and moved noticeably back and forth with each step. A well-groomed appearance was important to John, which is why he usually kept his penis covered in public. Fighting weight 320 pounds. Body fat percentage 2 percent. The eyes of every woman in the audience were on John as he strode majestically across the hall into the cage. Most of them focused on his penis or his huge glutes, depending on what the view revealed. John walked majestically through the hall and finally reached the cage. Once there, he assumed a clearly visible position, calmly took off his gloves, closed his eyes and slowly stroked his left hand from top to bottom over the shaft of his relaxed member. The women in the room held their breath. John kept his left hand on his flaccid penis and, with his eyes closed, opened his mouth very slowly as if to suggest a soft moan. He then raised his right arm and placed his right hand on the back of his head. The nylon of his bomber jacket nearly burst on his upper arm as his basketball-sized bicep touched his right ear. The scent of his right armpit spread gently from his position throughout the hall, and the women who stood near the ring and smelled his scent spontaneously developed a wet spot between their legs. A slight grin appeared on John's face. He lowered his right arm and removed his left hand from his penis. Then he slowly unzips his Alpha Industries bomber jacket. The enormously stretched nylon immediately revealed the shape of his pecs. John wore a white shirt under his bomber jacket. It was a Levis denim shirt. The mother-of-pearl buttons that John had pressed together to prevent them from spontaneously popping open over his medicine ball-sized pectoral muscles. As he took off the sleeves of his bomber jacket, it became clear how much the denim was fighting against his upper arm muscles. His biceps and triceps as well as his shoulder muscles almost caused the shirt to tear. It was strained so much that the cuffs were placed in the middle of his forearms. Spread wide open. The collar of his white shirt draped majestically and John's thick neck. His venous neck muscles were visible and were so well developed that they had served him well in many combat situations. The shirt was so tight that your thin waist and the lower part of his enormously developed abdominal muscles were visible. The bottom of his eight-pack looked like two tennis balls fighting for space, and from there well-developed veins ran into his crotch. Because John valued good looks even in fight situations, he kept his shirt on, slowly put his boxing gloves back on and turned to his challenger. He had been warming up the whole time with air strikes and preparing for the tournament. The referee declared the fight open and both fighters took fighting positions. Both the challenger and John covered their heads with their boxing gloves, with John's biceps almost touching his forearms. The challenger took a few steps towards John and threw a few punches at his opponent's defense. John's boxing gloves hardly seemed to feel his opponent's punches, of course the 320 pound man didn't move when he was attacked by the 180 pound man, so the first clinching typical of boxing soon occurred. His opponent slipped under John's armpits and tried to grab the man. However, this was hardly possible for him due to John's well-developed upper body muscles. His boxing gloves did not even reach the middle of John's massive back, so John simply lowered his arms and thus completely fixed his opponent's arms under his armpits. Very slowly, John bent his upper arms so that his boxing gloves slipped between the two fighters. His opponent still completely immobile with his arms fixed under John's armpits. John's biceps grew to such a size that one wondered if they would break the challenger's upper arms through their sheer mass. The two fighters remained in this position for a moment and John grinned into his challenger's face. He slowly took a small step forward, and the challenger couldn't help but stumble backwards. He was completely fixed under John's armpits. The sleeves of John's shirt were almost bursting. And so he stood up and pushed his challenger in front of him in one lap around the entire ring. He couldn't help but stumble ahead of him. The audience catches their breath and as they complete their lap something amazing happens. John closed his eyes and brought his face closer to his challenger's. He could hardly back away, and it wasn't entirely clear whether he even wanted to. And then very slowly John stuck out his tongue and licked the challenger's face. First over the left cheek, then over the right and then over the left again. Both the referee and the women in the audience at the back held their breath. Finally, John took a step back and let go of his opponent. He fell on his back, completely surprised, and you could see that an erection had formed in his tight combat trousers. The tip of his average-sized penis was clearly pointing towards the ceiling of the fighting hall. Amazingly, despite his strong muscles, John also had amazing speed. Without hesitation, he pounced on his prone opponent and placed his 320 pounds on the 180 kilo man. He made sure to lie down so that well-trained chest muscles pushed his opponent's face to the ground. Under John's body, only his opponent's hips and legs stuck out between his slightly higher, spread legs. John held his arms straight out so that I was almost touching his biceps. His deltoid muscles swelled upward and only stretched the white material of his shirt further, his pectoral muscles were placed on his opponent's face, and it was not clearly visible to the audience whether John was applying significant pressure to the other man's head. In any case, he first tried to press himself free from below with his feet, which only caused a slight vibration on John's body. And over time the pressure attempts became fewer, which could also have been because the seductive scent of sweat from the crack between John's pectoral muscles further aroused the defeated man. John slowly dropped his hands off the ground with his boxing gloves and began to assume a kneeling position, his opponent's head firmly fixed between his pectoral muscles. So he slowly stood up without his opponent's head coming out of the deep crack between his medicine ball-sized chest muscles. His opponent also staggered to his feet and when he came to his feet he began to press against John's shoulders with his boxing gloves to free his face from the muscular grip. John grinned and spread his muscular arms wide to the side to show the audience that no further restraint of his opponent was necessary, merely the pressure of his pectoral muscles resulted in absolute captivity of the opponent's head. With his arms spread wide, John began to walk along the edge of the cage again, pushing his opponent who was trying to free himself in front of him. In this situation, the women in the audience realized how seductive the scent from the crack in the pectorals that the challenger could smell must be. He's probably been trying to lick John's pectoral sweat with his tongue deep into the opening between the buttons of his jeans shirt. Then John placed both men in the middle of the cage, stretched his boxing gloves behind the back of his head and began to enjoy smelling the sweat from his armpits, first left, then right, then left again. Through the crowd of aroused women there was a slight moan, some of them began to bend slightly and gently massage their wet clitoris with one hand. Some of the women in the front rows, who could smell John's sweat, had their panties down to their knees and were fingering themselves unabashedly. After John had sufficiently enjoyed the scent of his armpits, he slowly bent forward, forcing the face-fixated man to his knees. He arched his opponent's back until he finally touched the ground with his thighs and stretched his feet into the air behind his back, his head still inescapably fixed in John's solid pectoral muscles. So John was able to reach behind the man's ankles with his boxing gloves and bend his opponent's back to the maximum. Then he began to stand up again, and when he had reached a completely upright position, he held his opponent's ankles in his gloves at shoulder height while he stood in a U-shape with his back maximally flexed, his face still between Jones massive pectoral muscles. To prevent his back from being overextended, the man flailed wildly. In this bent position, the erection of the average-sized penis of the completely restrained man protruded forward from his body like a steel pipe. John's pectoral sweat had apparently had an effect through his Levi's shirt. Grinning, John walked slowly towards the cage bars with the man bent over his head, his face between his pectorals, fixed with the knuckles of John's boxing gloves and his back stretched to the maximum in a U-shape. The erection pointed forward like a cannon. Once at the bars, he slowly began to push the challenger's penis, covered by his stretched poser, through the narrow opening of the bars. And when he began to masturbate the man in the cage by gently tensing his strong thighs, a never-ending loud moan arose from John's pectral region. While the challenger's pleasure filled the hall with loud moans, most of the women in the audience had stripped off their panties, thrown their legs over their shoulders and started fingering both fuck holes with both hands. Some used the dildos provided to stimulate themselves deeply. The eroticism of the situation reached its first peaks and the first women sprayed their secretions high into the air, which filled with moans of pleasure and the smell of vaginal and anal secretions. The challenger began to produce large amounts of precum while moaning loudly. They came out of his piss slit and darkened the fabric of the poser stretched around his average-sized glans before they dripped to the floor in long ropes in front of the cage. A girl then stormed to the cage and greedily began to deapthroat the steel-hard penis that was sticking out of the bars while her best friend satisfied her deeply anally with a large dildo. This would have been a moment in which the referee should have intervened according to MMA rules, but he had long since taken off his pants to fuck himself deep anally with his microphone stand while moaning loudly. The whole hall was boiling with eroticism, and waves of orgasms went through the women, some of whom squirted their vaginal secretions high into the air, while John, grinning, slowly began to pull the ankles of his opponent, who was hanging overhead, towards him in order to further tighten his arched back bend. (Some new paragraphs added.)

The stud woke slowly, his thick cock was still half buried in her warm twitching snatch, their bodies were entangled in the sheets and covered in sweat and cum. The fucking had only picked up from the couch to her bedroom, but he came what- six? Seven times? And they weren't small ropes either. He chuckled to himself before he pulled out, an audible sloppy river of cum poured from her thoroughly stretched cunt and onto the sheets, her body lay still, utterly fucked into unconsciousness. He, on the other hand, felt energized and his cock slowly erected itself again to a sizeable chub, long, thick and way bigger than before. He could barely encircle it with his fingers and thumb, and his balls seemed to be as large if not larger than the night before. A smile cracked on his face as he got up and walked to the bathroom to see the extent of his changes. When he flicked on the lights, he saw a walking fuck machine staring back. Broad thick pecs, shredded six pack, veiny double headed biceps, clearly defined quads, a wide spread back tapering to his tiny waist and Adonis belt. As his hands explored his newfound muscles, he felt his cock twitch, a drip of pre-cum oozing from the tip. He felt hornier than a teenager, like he had been blue balling it for weeks- hell, months! And with every throb and feeling of the thick calluses that had formed on his hands, he felt a stirring within him. A feeling he needed more. He walked back to the couch, getting used to much larger feet, much larger everything, the semi-hard cock dangling between his thighs throbbing and found the bottle, eleven pills remained. How much larger could he get? Fuck, enough of these and he'd be unstoppable! He though to himself as he idly felt his cock grow to full mast, a hefty beast the size of a tall can of beer. He wasn't dominant before, but now he felt like a goddamn sexual monster! He laughed out loud as he popped the top, popping another two capsules into his mouth, dry-swallowing the little pills, feeling the familiar burn all the way down. He lay down on the couch and started stroking his cock as he felt it throb, twitching like his legs after a marathon, like his dick was flexing, and then he felt it get harder. Bit by bit, his grip had to stretch wider as it grew in all directions. So much blood was hammering through his veins, new ones seemed to puff up to the surface, crisscrossing the skin making it almost jagged in appearance. His balls too, joined in the growth as they sagged lower, pulsating with virility as they grew. His lips parted as he let out a groan as his cock reached what looked like they rivaled the biggest in porn, his fingers still gripping it tightly but it slowly outgrew it like a rope slipping through his grip. Inches and pounds packed onto his thick meaty anaconda as he sat there and felt the other changes kick in. He was thankful his partner installed a mirror in front of the couch for some of their kinkier sessions, his body was starting to take an increasingly large part in the mirror. He was 6' before, but now? He must have gained half a foot at least! The core of his body was already well toned and fit, with no fat to melt the drug started to metabolize into pure muscle. Every single fiber seemed to instantly shred and rebuild itself thicker, wider, and far more dense. His pecs surged forwards, his nipples slowly pointing downwards as the shelf formed, striations visible. His abs, a craggy four pack now doubled as the cobblestone eight pack stretched underneath, the feathery wings of his obliques stretching up to meet his lats. His shoulders grew wider, boulder like mounds on his delts thickening and packing on more mass. Each one popping into stark relief. His neck slowly disappeared as his traps grew up to his ears with freakish size. To his eyes, it almost looked comical with his monstrous top half and comparitavely weak bottom, but it continued downwards. Simultaneously his limbs exploded with mass. His biceps surged as his double head flexed into a freakish cantaloupe sized mountain, thick cephalic vein throbbing with his supercharged blood, his forearms the size of prized hams leading to even thicker fingers, perfect for grabbing, groping and curling. His legs, were twigs that turned to redwoods, the thick definition on his quads sharply began to take on striations like they were being pulled apart and reshaped into steel-hard muscle. His calves, craggy before became diamond hard with definition. Finally his feet became so much longer and thicker to keep him upright. With a few more pants he felt his transformation taper off, his breath ragged as he slowly jerked off his immense beast between his legs, it's length now closing in on double digits in length, the tip streaming a thick white ribbon of pre-cum, so overloaded with sperm. "Fuck!" He moaned, his ears unaccustomed to the even deeper pitch of his voice, he could see the last few changes, a nice dark treasure trail led up his abs from his crotch, his hair on his head getting even longer and more luscious, his chin covered in stubble. With a few more strokes, he felt his thick gargantuan cock slap up to between his pecs, the head nestled between them. The meaty thud of his beastly cock growing to its full potential made the gush of pearly pre down his cumgutters feel all the better. Then the thudding in his heart started drumming faster, his vision clouded as he saw stars, all he could feel was his cock seeming to have a life of its own, it stretched and the veins puffing up seemed to be pulsating with how much blood was in it. It grew another inch, then another. His beast demanded to be worshipped. He needed to cum. Now.

https://musclegrowth.net/blogs/entry/1878-uniform-russ/ How Henry would look like when in militaty uniform, with upper bottons unbottned to tease Zack? I personally feel that Russ is the most handsome. If Russ hair were dark, his beard and body hair were longer, he would have looked like Henry more. https://musclegrowth.net/blogs/entry/1852-bara-men-jones Henry while working out? Missing two abs though. https://musclegrowth.net/blogs/entry/1863-bodybuilder-bijan Henry cock spring out of underwear after Zack took it out. Arms should be tied to head of the head of bed with ropes though.

These seem to quite match to Henry physical description to some extents. https://musclegrowth.net/blogs/entry/1791-muscle-bear-price/ Maybe he need sharper jawline, and shorter hair, blue eyes. His erected penis almost reaches his chest as in part 5. https://musclegrowth.net/blogs/entry/1786-muscle-bear-drake/ He seems a bit too old, but has daddy vibes. His bulge need to be bigger, and his eyes need to be blues. https://musclegrowth.net/blogs/entry/1565-bodybuilder-zaid/ need shorter hair, but more body hair? rendering of muscle looks a bit odd and unrealistic.

AI generated Henry attempts Wish I could make it generate below portions

I promised the next one wouldn't be as long! I had originally kinda had these two chapters in one and decided just to split them up instead and add a little moreover detail to both. Chapter 7: The snow storm finally had melted several days before New Year's. There were still some piles of snow but the streets themselves were completely cleared. Everything had finally got back to business as usual. Because of this my dad was intent on coming to visit for a little while with us. My mom had to remain due to her work - apparently she had some very strict deadlines that she couldn't miss. Uncle Ryan had okayed the visit and seemed like he was looking forward to the visit from dad. My dad was set to arrive around 2 PM on New Year's Eve. He made sure to get some rest so that he could celebrate the New Year with us, even after a several hour car ride. Ryan and I were sitting at the kitchen table shortly before his arrival. We were chatting about my dad's arrival. "Are you excited to see dad? It's been a while." "Of course, Andrew. But I'm a little nervous too. I really haven't seen much of anybody these past few years, unfortunately. I just feel a little out of the loop is all." "Well, when I talked to dad on the phone he seemed genuinely happy to be seeing you!" "I knew he would. We used to be really close growing up even though we were quite a few years apart, really we didn't start kinda drifting away until recently. Nothing intentional on either of our parts, it's just the way things go when you move several hours a part and you get busy with life and, for him, kids. Anyways, are you ready to see your dad?" "I don't know Ryan... I love my parents, I do. But since being here and coming out to you I feel different. I am not sure I am comfortable being open with my parents about who I am. I dunno. I want to see him but I feel like he doesn't know his own son." "I understand completely, Andrew. Neither of your parents know about me either - at least that they've said to my face." By the time Ryan finished speaking we heard a car door slam outside. Ryan and I both jumped up and headed out the door to greet my dad. Upon opening the door I saw my dad's trunk closing as he dropped his suitcase to the concrete and came around the car. My dad yelled out, "Andrew! Ryan! It's so good to see the both of you!" My dad was wearing a khakis and a long sleeve navy Captain America t-shirt. My dad has a very physical job and a quite powerful physique to show for it. He certainly had a belly on him and distributions of fat around his body but his arms were just massive. His forearms and biceps were bulging in his sleeves, while his chest and belly pushed against his shirt. No doubt he already had a lot of muscle. It just had been covered up with a good bit of fat. He was also quite a handsome man in his early 40s. He had a head-full of gray hair that was faded into a short hairstyle. He had gray stubble all along his fairly sharp jaw for a guy with a little weight on him. I came up to my dad and hugged him. He clinched me with his arms and lifted me up off and of the floor with ease. "Hey dad, I'm glad you made it. It's so good to see you. It's been a while." "Yeah, Andrew it has been a while. Not to mention this stranger over here!" Dad went over to Ryan and began to hug him tightly, as both of their muscles clung tightly to each other. "It's good to see you again, Ben. I hardly remember what you look like, bro." Dad backed away from the hug, "Well, if I didn't know any better I would've guessed that I was hugging the Incredible Hulk over here." Ryan began to blush a little in the face, "Thanks bro. Now why don't we go ahead and get you inside and show you your room." "That'll be great. Lead the way." Ryan lead dad in as I followed behind the both of them. Walking behind dad I could see that his legs and glutes really filled out his pants quite nicely. As Ryan and dad walked through the kitchen, I stopped to get my dad a water bottle for his stay. Ryan didn't use plastic bottles, so we had extra metal bottles for guests when they came. I particularly wanted to prepare him one with added supplements out of morbid curiosity. I had stuffed a good number of those packs into my pocket. I just wanted to see the affects and maybe send dad away with a little more muscle than he came with. Ryan and dad had stopped in his room and were in a long conversation, so I knew that now would be a great opportunity. I poured water from our filter into a gray metal bottle. I then began to cut the tops off of some of the supplements - how many is the question? At first I put 4, then added 4 more until I had more or less out around 20 packets into his water. Thankfully the powder was tasteless so hopefully dad didn't catch on to anything. I put it into the fridge and joined them in their conversation. When there was a slight pause I added, "By the way dad. There's a gray metal bottle in there for you if you happen to get thirsty." "Thanks, Andrew, I appreciate it." Dad continued, "Well, guys. I am pretty tired from my drive. Mind if I take a quick nap so that I'm prepared to stay up tonight." Ryan spoke up, "Of course! I have pizza scheduled to be delivered for tonight" I was beyond excited to see what would happen tonight. I could feel it. [...] It was now around 10:00/10:30 and we had everything set up in the living room. The pizza had been delivered and set on the coffee table, Ryan made some other small sides and desserts to go with it. The television was on and turned to the channel that screened the Ball dropping in NYC. Ryan, dad, and I were sitting and chatting. My dad spoke, "So, do you guys have any New Year's Resolutions?" Ryan spoke up, "That's a good question, Ben. I hadn't thought of that. Maybe try to see family more often?" "I would love if you followed through on that one Ryan! You really should visit more often" Ryan shook his head, "Yeah... I know." I spoke up, "Mine is to be more consistent in the gym for sure." Dad spoke, "That's a good one too. I just feel like I'm too uptight about a lot of things that I really shouldn't be. I think mine to be more open-minded and open to new experiences of all sorts." Laughing I said, "Uh, I agree" I went to the fridge to go get my water bottle and thankfully as I got up my dad jeered, "While you're in the kitchen smart-ass can you get me my water? I'm super thirsty" I quickly went into the kitchen and brought back both of our water bottles, giving dad his gray metal one that was cold to the touch. "Ah, yeah. This water's nice and cold it will hit the spot." dad said. He took a long chug of the water. Over that course of the next 30 minutes he had already drank all of it! I was terribly curious to see how he would react. It had only been a couple of minutes since he drank his water and dad spoke up, "I'm sorry, excuse me. I have to go to the restroom really quick." Maybe this was the first sign of reaction + Ryan responded, "Sure, sounds good." I was hoping I didn't happen to put too much into his drink. Although he did not seem as if he was in distress when he left, maybe it was just a routine bathroom break required after chugging a ton of water. Ryan and I waited and waited for dad to get out of the bathroom. It has been around 10 minutes before Ryan and I decided that we would go check on him. Ryan lead the way to the bathroom and knocked on the door. "Hey Ben, you alright in there? You've been in there a while." Dad didn't respond, all we could hear was audible grunts that sounded like Dad was struggling. "Ben, you good?" no response yet again, just the same noises as before. Ryan jangled the door, thankfully it was unlocked. Ryan quickly opened it. We found my dad on his knees staring into the toilet. We quickly ran to his side, Ryan leaning over. I was afraid that I had given him too much of the supplement and made my dad sick. Uncle Ryan blurted out, "Do we need to get you some medicine, Ben!?" My dad was finally able to respond through gutteral, manly grunts, " *ugggffh* I am just feeling a little neasous is all. *ugggfh* could you just get me some nausea medicine *uggggffhh* otherwise I actually feel really *ugggggh* good." " Sure, Ben." Ryan said as he quickly went to the kitchen medicine cabinet. Ryan came back with the medicine and tried to hand it to my dad. All dad did was let out a loud grunt through his gritted teeth and fell further on the floor, his ass sticking up in the air. It became obvious that all of his clothes were growing progressively tighter and his shirt began riding up his body ever so slightly. "Fuck! What the hell is happening to me... I feel like I'm growing!" dad yelled out. I replied, "Dad are you sure you're okay?" "I'm fine, Andrew! It's all just happening so fast. All my clothes just feel tight everywhere." Not too long after dad said that the seam in between each of his increasingly muscular asscheeks split right in two revealing his navy blue briefs that he was wearing underneath. Upon realizing his pants were coming undone he quickly rolled his butt on to the floor and leaned against the bathroom wall. Uncle Ryan leaned down and put his hand on my dad's shoulder and reassured him, "It's okay Ben. You're okay." Dad's sleeves looked they there were going to burst at the slightest flex of my his hand. His Captain America logo on his navy shirt was stretched across his continously expanding chest. His hard nipples poked through the shirt. Dad's stomach had also shrank considerably. Dad just sat their breathing heavily as he had no choice but to grow. Dad let out a cry, "Oh god... My muscles! They can't stop growing. They're too big!" The fabric around his biceps began to tear as they couldn't contain his arms anymore. Dad simply tore the sleeves off of his arms to make room. Doing this revealed how truly amazing his muscles were. His hands were huge and covered with many thick veins, veins which continued all the way up his arms. His arms looked swollen and pumped. Seeing this Ryan replied, "Woah, Ben! Your arms look fucking massive." Dad's quads burst out of his pants as they tore through all of the seams that had been sown together. His clothing was simply useless against the power of my dad's ever-growing body. Dad simply just had to remove the fabric from his legs, and out from underneath him. His lower body had a dusting of sexy fur all of them, just like his arms. Dad cried out, "It's too much! I can't stop it. Everything is just getting so big!" Knowing that the inevitable was coming he made an attempt to remove his shirt. However, when he made an attempt he couldn't do it. "Damn it, I'm so pumped up that I can't even get this stupid shirt over my head." Dad resorted to just tearing it off his body. The Captain America shield that was prominently displayed on his chest was now torn in two and on the floor around him. His chest was absolutely massive and was covered in hair, as his nipples were pushed down by the sheer mass of his pecs. They were round and full, and quite impressive. Not to mention my dad had full on 8-pack washboard abs Dad was now on the floor sitting just in his underwear briefs that I had ridden up and bunched around his huge bulge, which was sitting on top of his quads. I believe that the growth was finally over. When it was all set and done my dad legitimately looked as if he had around 275 lbs of weight packed onto his frame. "God this is so embarrassing. Look how disgusting I look. What am I going to tell Kate when I get home?" I leaned down to my dad, and patted him on the shoulder, "It's okay dad. You're going to be fine." Ryan agreed, "Yeah, Ben you're completely okay. Why don't we just go to bed. Maybe you just need to sleep on this a bit." My dad shook his head, "Yeah... I'm exhausted." Ryan and I helped dad get up off the floor. Dad waddled to his room as the briefs he was wearing kept him covered just enough. Seeing his glutes bounce up and down kinda slapped me back into reality. My dad just turned into a huge, gray-haired, muscle daddy. The whole time I was in the bathroom I was just too worried that I had seriously caused an issue for my dad, that I wasn't even thinking about that at the time. It was going to be a long night tonight. All I was going to think about is the freaky muscles my just developed. I knew tonight that I would be shooting quite a few loads in between moments of rest. Not to mention, I felt like I had finally understood how the supplement worked the best. Everything was clicking right into place.

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

There is some daddy/son between consenting adults in this. Post. Man. “Nah mate. This delivery’s ‘Factory to Building’, says so here, look” God this guy was a bellend “Yep. I totally appreciate that. I’m just wondering if you wouldn’t mind carrying it the extra few metres? There’s a twenty in it...” I hated stooping to a bribe, but there was no way I could lift a washing machine on my own, let alone carry it up a flight of stairs. These guys only just managed to get it off the van, and there were two of them! But they wouldn’t be swayed. They had at least agreed to leave it at the bottom of the ramp to my building. Putting all my weight behind it I began pushing it up the ramp. Inch. By. Inch. 20 minutes later, it was 2 metres further up and I was shattered. I hadn’t even thought about how I’d get it up the stairs once in the building. How heavy was this thing? I googled, curiosity getting the better of pragmatism; knowing how heavy it was wasn’t going to make this easier. There it was on the website: ‘96kg / 211 lbs’ The other residents wouldn’t be home for another 6 hours and no one else was around. Fuuuuuuuuuuuck! I sat on the steps next to the ramp and threw my head into my hands. Why couldn’t I just turn my pants inside out like a NORMAL person? Who needed clean clothes anyway? What was wrong with the laundrette? “Not gonna get much washing done there lad.” Thanks for that hot take anonymous Scottish man. Good contribution. “Need a hand?” Even with a second person helping, I couldn’t have lifted a bean sprout right now. My back was killing and I was shattered. I looked up to say ‘thanks, but no thanks’ and get on with whatever Plan B was, but HOLY FUCKING HELL! It was the Postman, but not as I knew it. Just a few feet in front of me stood the biggest mountain of muscles I’d ever clapped eyes on. Absolutely fucking ginormous. He wasn’t as ripped as a bodybuilder, but still had densely packed muscles. He was one of those you could tell was naturally large, and had built on what nature had started. Neil, our regular Postie used one of the trolleys to deliver the post. His uniform hung loosely off his skinny frame, and you got the impression he had trouble delivering a DVD. Not this guy. The red Royal Mail polo shirt looked shrink wrapped onto his massive upper body. He was carrying a huge postman’s shoulder bag, the black strap of which cut across his body, right between the thickest pec meat I’d ever seen. They were like two big breeze blocks, flat on top and nearly up to his chin. His arms were ridiculous, two hams hanging out of his shirt. The short sleeves of the polo had no option than to bunch up under his armpits. The Royal Mail uniform designer must’ve read my mind from the future, as the bottom half of the outfit was those long shorts / trouser affairs that ended at the calves. Which was a good job in this guy’s case. You didn’t get calves likes these from just working out; these were genetic lumps of granite. They looked like fat people calves, only rock hard, with a split down the back and angled edges. The rest of his legs were almost equally on display. The black material was so tight you could see the teardrops of his thighs and dimples in his incredibly muscular butt cheeks. There was some padding around his face, but you could see he had a wide jaw and good features. A well kept beard, button nose, buzz cut hair round the back and sides, short on top, and deep set brown eyes capped by thick black eyebrows. And right now he was looking at me with concern. “Oh! could you?? I’ll have to find someone else to help though, I think I put my back out getting it that far” He looked at me, then the machine, then at me again, the same concerned look on his face, his eyebrows furrowed. When his neck turned I could see thick cords of muscle throb and twist under the skin, with a vein bulging at the side. “Let’s take a look shall we?” He said, I think to himself. As he shifted his weight from one foot to the other it was like every muscle in his body flexed and bulged. Watching him move over to the washing machine I felt my cock thicken between my thigh and jeans, the rough denim stimulating me even further. It was a sensation I loved. His body in motion made it chub even harder against the fabric. He was somehow stiff but fluid at the same time. As he turned I noticed that side on, his jutting out pecs and traps made him wider than I was head on. I could just about see veins in his biceps and triceps, and these became more apparent as they snaked down under his hairy forearms. When I saw him from the back, a bit of precum leaked. His lats bulged out freakishly. From shoulder to shoulder I think was two of me. I took the opportunity to stand up and quickly readjust myself, and noticed he must have had about 4 inches on me in height. He sidled up to the washing machine and it suddenly looked tiny. At his broadest point across his chest and shoulders he was several inches wider than the package. He seemed to be sizing it and getting ready to do a deadlift. “Oh, well you won’t be able to lift it on your own. It’s too big and heavy. It took two men just to get it off the van and they struggled. Plus I just checked and it weighs.. ninety….. six …… kilos” “Where to lad?” As I had been talking, this brick shit house of a man had slowly bent at the knees and placed his arms around the package and fingers underneath it. Showing no signs of struggle or resistance he slowly extended back up, his legs growing in size and bulging out further as he did so, veins appearing on his massively swollen calves. The package had been lifted up as if it was on a forklift. Slow and steady until he just held it there. “Uuuuh sure. This way” “Can’t see a thing lad, you’re gonna have to guide me.” He wasn’t wrong. The only way to do this was to stand by him, hand on his back and push him in the right direction. Even though the weight looked like nothing to him, there was a sweat patch running down the back of his shirt. I placed my hand on it and could feel the deep ridge between what felt like two columns of portland stone. I gulped and began to sweat a little myself. “3 steps forward and turn left” I began Relegated to directions and opening doors, my muscle beast of a postie had made light work of picking up a 96kg package and carrying it up a flight of stairs. If I had picked up anything like that shape, it would have been flat against my face. This guy’s rock hard pecs meant the box was some 10 inches from his. They were making two dents in the packaging as he crushed it into his body for traction. He looked like he was exploding with muscle inside his tightening red shirt. And the smell coming off him was intoxicating. Aftershave mixed with sweat mixed with cotton shirt mixed with man. I kind of wished I lived on the 4th floor. “Just down there is fine” I pointed to a spot in my hallway “Sure?” “Yep, it’s gonna go in that cupboard eventually” He lowered the package down as smoothly and easily as he had picked it up and gave a big sigh, his chunky round delts heaving upward and flexing his traps as he did so. I started to babble “Oh my god, thank you SO much. The delivery guys just… and I was there going... and when you turned up I thought, well..! But then you just...!!” He started to chuckle and I shut up. His deep Scots drawl and reassuring tone was authoritative but warm; paternal “Lad, it’s no problem at all. More than happy to assist. Anyway, helped me get a bit of a pump on I think.” He flexed his pecs twice in quick succession looking down at them, then began pumping his biceps like he was curling weights. He was swelling up in front of my eyes. I tried to play it as cool as possible, my dick screaming to be pulled out and yanked. “Really? You made it look so easy!” “Yeeeah, well… truth be told I can handle a lot more than that. But you know, a pump’s a pump isn’t it” he did a cocky raise of his eyebrows and a mini pump of his arms again. I couldn’t stop the words leaving my mouth. “Seriously?! How much more?” He leaned in and winked “Much. MUCH. More.” he growled I stood there looking stunned, precum dripping into my waistband, not a clue what to say next. “When they installing that for you then?” He nodded at the machine. “They’re not!” I answered proudly. “Gonna do it myself!” He gave me the same concerned look, his brow furrowing as it had before. God that was hot as fuck. “Laddie, you’re gonna unpack that, which means lifting it *out* of its packaging, move it into the cupboard *over* that skirting board, then keep it tilted at an angle with one hand while you install it wi’ the other?” Oh... “Umm… yeeeees?” He chuckled again, his immense shoulders bouncing up and down. He brought a calloused hand up to his forehead in mock despair, giving me another shot of his forearm. Lightly covered in hair it was now throbbing with veins. It was so satisfyingly thick at the bicep end I wanted to reach out and bite it. Huge and thick, it bulged even further to in the middle, like a melon was in there, then dramatically tapered down to his chunky wrist. His hand and fingers were thick with fat and muscle, and looked like they could crush a cricket ball. “Look, I’ve still two more routes to deliver, but if you’re in at four I can come by and set that up for you” “For real?” “For real” I mock refused “No. I couldn’t accept, you’ve already helped me out so much” “Lad, it’s on my way back anyway, and I don’t want to go home thinking about you trying to install that thing if you you’ve put your back out!” Leaning in close again he added, “And anyway, I’m not taking ‘no’ for an answer” I froze at how dominant and manly he was, completely taking control of the situation. I loved that he was inviting himself back to my flat, seemingly without my permission. Somehow I found the words. “See you at four then!” He held out a giant paw to shake hands. My own nearly got lost in it. His palm had a beautiful raw texture to it, like rough denim. We introduced ourselves to each other. I couldn’t believe it when he told me his name! “Patrick” Then he began to crush my hand slightly and pulled me very close toward him as our hands shook. His voice was low and pretend intimidating, “And No. Jokes. About. You know what!” then he smiled, his eyes twinkling. “Oh, I don’t know any Scottish jokes” I deadpanned, sidestepping the ‘Postman Pat’ issue he probably had to deal with 100 times a day. He began to chuckle again, each time his muscles bunching up in ways I had never thought possible. “See you at four then!” He said, releasing my hand and leaving. After he left I stood there for a moment, not quite believing what had happened. I raised my hand to cover my mouth. Oh god. It smelt like him. Notes of his cotton polo shirt… his cologne… his sweat. It was all over my hand. I threw myself against the door and began to buck my hips uncontrollably. I was breathing him in, remembering how strong he was, how sweet he’d been, how handsome. Fuck those calf muscles. Lightly covered in hair. Could you imagine dropping to your knees and just fucking the split in them. Imagine doing that as he did calf raises, making them harder and jerking off your dick with the movement. Fantasy mixed with reality now, as I imagined him in my apartment; he was holding me in his huge arms, crushing me against his rock hard body like he’d crushed the package against it, the smell coming from his chest as he rubbed my face into him. I reached up for him, he picked me up of the floor, kissing me passio... I came violently in my jeans as I lost control of the fantasy, my hips still pounding. *** “It’s called power building. We mostly train for size and strength, but we try and stay nice and hard and in good shape too.” He said, slowly flexing his arm in the polo shirt. Good lord, how had I got here?! After my impromptu door wank I’d cleaned up and excitedly paced around waiting for 4 o’clock. He turned up at 4:10. Those last 10 minutes some of the longest and most stressful of my life. “Apologies for lateness; Mrs Fortescue at 42!”. Did he make that up? Was that Postman humour? “Oh are you? No worries, I didn’t notice anyway” I lied He took his bag off, the movement of which was like a bodybuilder posing, only his muscles seemed so much blockier, denser, harder, and he looked strong as two bodybuilders. He was nearly soaked through with sweat from his rounds in the sun. “You mind if I freshen up a bit?” “Sure. Bathroom’s just there” He turned sideways to go into the bathroom and shot me a little smile. Maybe I shouldn’t be goofily watching him go in and out! PSHHHHHHHHH He was taking a shower!!! My mind went into overdrive. That thick powerful body was being soaped up by those chunky muscular hands. Fuck! That sweaty man juice was pouring down his body into my drains. The shower stopped and I realised he’d be in there, rubbing a towel all over his rock hard body, that hairy chest, that blocky stomach. He’d be drying his round butt muscles, towelling of his cock and balls. His odour would be soaked into the towel for me to smell later. Maybe he was flexing in front of the mirror now. Pumping his muscles up for me. He’d wrap the towel around that powerbelly mid section, leaving his heaving upper body slightly damp, then strutt out t... “Cheers mate” he came out of the bathroom, back in his Postman’s uniform. “Let’s get this bad boy installed shall we?” *** I didn’t know someone unpacking a washing machine could be so sexy, but it was. There was no dithering or indecisiveness. The box was held together with strong industrial plastic straps. Patrick would just snap them apart in his hands. When he had to unpack from the other side, he would pick the whole thing up and turn it round in his hands. The whole thing was unpacked and set up in 15 minutes; he even plumbed it in and crushed the packaging up into a tight little ball for me. “No more dirty nickers now eh lad” he winked at me again and I died a little. “I honestly can’t thank you enough! Is there anything I can get you? Tea, coffee” He rubbed his stomach and said “I am a bit peckish; don’t suppose you got any scran going begging?” “Yes of course! Didn’t you have any lunch” “Well, yeah, but not since two hours ago!” “OK, well I can make an early dinner?” I offered He chuckled “this ain’t dinner time lad!” “Okaaaay.. I can make us a few chicken sandwiches for a snack if you like” “Perfect!” He smiled How many did he want. Two? Three? He suddenly looked a little embarrassed. “I don’t suppose I could have ten..” he hunched his shoulders apologetically, his traps bulged up around the girthy chords of neck muscle, reaching up to his ears. “TEN?!?” I guffawed “how’s that not your dinner?” “Hey!” He replied in faux indignation, like I’d called him fat “I just like sandwiches” he replied in a silly bashful manner, totally juxtaposed with his hench figure. I chuckled. “And anyway” he continued, all puppy dog eyes. “it takes a lot of calories to get muscles like this” He shot me a bit of a most muscular, bumping his fists together, biceps swelling up, a crease appearing in his shirt between the two goliath pecs as they pumped upwards and squeezed together, traps flaring up even more. He looked over his body at each of his swollen muscles, then up to me, gauging my reaction. I hadn’t waistbanded, and my cock sprung up to full length. In that one moment I could actually feel my balls producing a thick load of cum. “I better get started” I murmured, turning to the kitchen in order to hide my throbbing cock. I invited Patrick to take a seat and watch TV as I made sandwiches. He sat on my couch, which was a two seater. When I looked over, it almost looked like he was in an armchair. He sprawled out in a manly fashion, an arm on each rest, his beefy legs spread out. Mercifully conversation turned to his work. Turns out a Postman has some VERY interesting stories! He was funny and charming and had a knack for the anecdotal. My hands had been shaking as I started prepping the food, but as we chatted I got more and more relaxed. I used a whole loaf of bread and made 14 sandwiches, some salad and mayo, some peri peri sauce, others with seasoning and spices. I moved over to the couch and Patrick shifted over to the right, leaving just enough space for me to squeeze in. His eyes shone when I put the food down. “Fuckin crackin!” He said rubbing his hands together. As we ate, I couldn’t stop glancing back and forth between us. I felt tiny next to this behemoth, totally miniscule. We probably looked like one of those ‘comparison’ pics I often wanked over. I loved seeing a jacked up roided bodybuilder looming over some reedy fan. And now that was us. But in real life I noticed other things. Patrick’s big work boots must have been a size 12 compared to my size 8 Converse. This close up to his legs I realised how “20 inch plus calves” actually made you felt. Like a little boy in my case. I wanted nothing more than to reach down and grab one. And while I sat on top of the sofa cushion, Patrick sinked all the way back into it, till he got to the wooden frame. Seeing him enjoy the food so much really made my heart soar. He wasn’t just an insane muscle freak. He was a total sweetheart. I felt butterflies in my stomach and ordered myself to stop. I’d been here before and it was never what you thought it. The hunky plumber really had just left his spanner behind. The broadband man hadn’t turned out to be an IFBB pro bodybuilder. And this guy was just being decent and now having some sandwiches. Just.. save it for the wank bank later. He hoovered up what remained of the plate, including mine, which I hadn’t really touched. “That were smashing lad!” He said, a broad, heart melting smile on his face, still chewing. “Really? Aw, I’m glad you enjoyed them so much.” He started to stretch out, his legs and arms flexing straight in front of him, his chest swelled further upwards to his chin, making the last button on his polo shirt stretch at its hole. I’d never seen pecs that angled and square before. As he stretched harder the top formed an actual shelf of thick hard muscle, his chin disappearing into the dip between them. He started to vibrate in that way you do when your body’s really feeling it. His leg muscles were swelled up so thick and hard I was sure the fabric might tear. Then he began to relax back out of it. “Ooooooooooh, bout to pop though, d’ya mind?” He asked, already unbuckling his belt and top button of his trousers. His belly swelled out, engorged with food but still densely muscled on the surface, even if there wasn’t a six pack. As the top of his trousers came loose and his tucked in polo shirt was lifted, I noticed a strip of hair that ran down from his belly button and disappeared into a pair of grey briefs. Stop staring. As we sat there after our snack, I noticed Patrick rubbing his pecs with a meaty paw, emitting a low groaning sound as he did. I could barely take it. “Y’alright?” I ventured He glanced to me then back at the TV, rubbing his chest the whole time. His thick fingers weren’t denting the huge slabs of meat at all. “Oh aye lad. Intense chest pump yesterday you know” Talking about his muscles made my stomach turn and dick lurch. I was so awkward but wanted to know more. “Sooo… you’re some kind of bodybuilder or something?” I asked, realising what a hideous question it was. He sat up next to me, his beefy shoulder and tricep bulging into my tiny body, emphasising to me how huge he was. “Call me a bodybuilder again and you’ll know about it” he growled, squinting “It’s called power building. We mostly train for size and strength, but we try and stay nice and hard and in good shape too.” He flexed his arms, the left one bulging right into me like if a boulder could swell. My mouth went dry and my mind blank. I sat up straight and tried to focus on the TV. Patrick relaxed a little in contrast to my awkwardness, his arms dangling between his legs, our shoulders still in a row. He leant sideway, nudging into me “Hey” he said, breaking the ice. We turned to face each other. With a cocky raise of his eyebrows he asked, “you wanna see a trick?” *** I came back with the three 50 pence pieces, pretty sure this was the riddle you showed 5 year olds to explain molecules, tapping one with the other to make the third move without being ‘touched’. That, or “look how dirty your ears are! TA-DAH!” “I can’t imagine what this will be” I intoned, sarcastically. He smiled at me as I handed the coins to him and he pretty much threw one back right away “Catch!” He cried There was a sudden disconnect between what my brain was expecting and what I caught in my hand. I looked down. It was… a curled up 50 pence piece. Patrick was watching the TV, and flipping one of the coins over his knuckles like a gangster. People usually did that with £1 coins, but his fingers were thick enough that it worked just fine. He looked up at my slack jawed face, feigning ignorance at the whole thing. “Hmm?” He grunted “You… did you? … but you couldn’t even have time!” My brain ruminated as I sat back down next to him. “Hang on sec, have you got a bunch of these in your pocket ready to go?” I exclaimed, holding the rolled up 50p between us. Patrick cracked up and leaned right into my body as he giggled. I placed my hand on his bicep to steady us both. The feeling of his rock hard bicep under my fingers and his immense body vibrating against mine sent shockwaves through me. This was the first time I was touching a man’s muscles. And no amount of imagining it or jacking off to bodybuilder videos could have prepared for how good it felt. He grabbed the 50p as I held it, his rough hand wrapped around my fingers. I felt sick at how much he was turning me on. Patrick steadied himself up and placed the coin on the table, where it rolled back and forth for a bit. “Ok! I need a glamorous assistant” I pointed questioningly to myself, still in disbelief and he gave a nod, his brow furrowed again. “Would sir like to check that this is indeed a coin of Her Majesty’s Royal Mint?” He held the coin between us, and I went to take it from him, my hand now wrapping around his thick fingers and the coin. I tried to pull the coin away but he pinched harder and it wouldn’t budge. He sniggered smugly as I tried harder and harder. “Patrick!” “Sorry” “Ok. Yes this is in deed a coin of etc. Etc. Etc.!” I said, handing it back. Every time our hands touched my body yearned to be wrapped up in his arms. His strength was radiating in waves from his body. I felt small and weak, but at the same time protected and safe. “Watch” he said, pinching the coin between thumb and finger in each hand. “This time I’ll do it slowly so you knows there’s nos cheatin!” His melon sized forearms suddenly took on a grainy texture. They seemed to swell up an inch. He turned his face to look at me, gauging my reaction as I focused on the coin. He began to twist, and the cords of his thick forearms rippled, veins bulging out from them. The coin bent like paper in his strong fingers. He kept his eyes on my shocked face and placed the twisted coin down next to the rolled one. “Good trick?” He enquired, his face intense now My mouth just dropped open “You ready for the finale?” He said, excitedly. I nodded Patrick rolled the bottom of his shirt up slowly, revealing more bulging stomach muscle, his eyes still drinking in my reaction. He took the final coin and placed it on his tummy then pushed it up til it was out of sight underneath the tight confines of his uniform. He pulled his arm back out and rolled his top back down. “Finger” he ordered. He grabbed my whole hand, keeping my finger extended and moved it toward the valley between his immense pecs. They seemed to be moving on their own as he breathed, heavily now, rising and falling, twitching slightly. My finger came into contact with the centre of his polo shirt, right between his pecs, and I felt the cold hard 50p piece beneath. He had wedged it between his pecs and was holding it there easily with a light flex of his pecs. “Now push in” he commanded. I pushed, and immediately felt the coin bend beneath my touch. “Nnngh.. yeah, keep pushing” . Patrick was sweating slightly, and looking at me menacingly, a look of pride and determination on his face. “Uuuugh. Yes, push it” he moaned, as the coin folded in more. I understood why he had used my finger; to make sure it folded inward, and so that I could feel the sensation of metal being crushed by muscle. My other fingers brushed the surface of Patrick’s right pec. It was harder than the coin. His eyes widened like a wild beast and nostrils flared. “Ok take it away.” He barked. I did so, and my finger and the fabric of his shirt just managed to escape as the coin’s opposite sides started to turn in on each other. “YeeeEEAH uuuuugh!” He was growling now, and turning red, beads of sweat appearing on his forehead. He brought his arms straight out in front of him to tighten the gap between his pecs and flexed his whole body hard. He bulged with muscle, his hands in fists as he bought his forearms towards each other, folding the coin flat. He was still looking at me, handsome and terrifying in the equal measure. “Aaaah!!! FUCK” he roared out. He started to bend his arms now, his biceps growing in front of me, actually swelling up bigger with each flex. He stood up and loomed over me, pushed his body slowly into a fully committed most muscular pose. “Mmmmmm… ngh.. Ngh… NNGGGH” He grunted as he flexed, harder, harder and harder into his pose, veins now covering his neck. The top of his pecs were pushed right up and peaked through the widening gap of his polo shirt, also bulging with veins and peppered with short hairs, the fabric stretched around his gargantuan body. All the while staring at me. “Yeeeeeeeah…” he growled loudly, bringing his fists together in the pose. His legs were flexed as well and the fabric was stretched so tight round his thighs I could see veins through the fabric. His whole body was like a map of London made from veins, some thick, some thin, wriggly and pulsating all over. He was bending down and forward in his most muscular, his face coming closer to mine. He growled through gritted teeth, spitting some saliva on me. “Now fucking, see, this!” He moaned In a second, his face softened. He stood up straight and let out a big sigh of relief. Then, raising his arms, he pulled his shoulders back as far as his densely muscled body would allow. His chest opened up and the chunk of metal dropped to the floor with a clunk. He raised his eyebrows cockily and nodded to the floor, indicating I should pick it up. It was right between his feet. I felt dizzy as my trembling hand reached down, between his insanely developed calf muscles, still popping with veins from flexing. The metal was warm and felt weightier than a 50p. It had indeed been completely folded in half leaving no gap. It wasn’t flat though. It had a distinct little wave in it. Oh fuck! It was the shape of the striations between Patrick’s pecs. I held it in my hands, trying to fathom the strength in his body. A man standing just a few inches away from me could crush a 50p piece between his pecs. My body started to double over on itself, a little like the coin, as I desperately tried not to cum. He sat back down, leaning further into me than ever, took the coin from my hand and placed it next to the other two. A role, a twist and a wave. I leaned past him, over the table. I turned to look at him, our faces a few inches from each other now, then back over the table. I leaned closer to the coins, looking at the details that had been smudged away by pressure. Did the twist have fingerprints in it? And then OOOW FUCK! My back spasmed and I threw my hands down on the table to steady myself. Patrick’s big meaty right paw came down on my slender hand to steady and reassure me. An intense moment of pleasure through the pain. He was by my side in an instant, crouched down next to me. “Your back?” He asked, concern in his voice. I screwed my face up to answer ‘yes’. He immediately took control of the situation. “Listen. Push up with your left arm and roll into me. Don’t try to sit or stand” he instructed. I did as he said. I found him effortlessly turning my body over as I rolled into him, and found his arms wrapping round me, lifting me up. “Put your arm around my neck”. I did so, and it came into contact with the beefy girth of his pumped traps. He stood up like I weighed nothing more than the shirt on his body, holding me in exactly the position I had spasmed, ensuring no new pain entered my body, and moved quickly to my bedroom where he laid me down on my side. “Ok, how’s this; let me know if there’s any pain” A strong hand was on my left shoulder and squeezed it powerfully, his thumb making small circular movements on my neck. His right hand began rubbing my back over my shirt, gently. Slowly but surely, his touch got firmer, and the pain began seeping away. I let out a moan of relief. “That good?” He checked Good? This was fucking fantastic. “Mmhmm!” “Ok, stretch out flat”. I’m not sure why he said it, as he was now moving my body for me, his hands moving my shoulders up, then pulling my legs down, finally pushing me flat face down on the bed. He stopped for a moment. I heard him move around a little behind me. Then he removed my shoes. He resumed rubbing my back again, kneading it, squeezing my shoulders which drove me crazy and occasionally grazing my neck. My cock started to stiffen again. This was crazy to me. Normally being such a visual person I wouldn’t have thought it would happen. But feeling his hands on me now, hands that could crush metal be so gentle, and his musky smell now returning since his intense flexing, I couldn’t help popping wood. “Uuuuuuuuuh” I couldn’t help it. It wasn’t sexual, it was just the best massage I’d ever had in my life. I felt Patrick giggle a bit “That doing it for you?” He asked “Oh Patrick it feels fucking amazing!” I replied “Oh yeah?” “Seriously, better than ever” I really did. All the pain had melted away and my back felt fantastic. “Ok take it easy lad. I’m gonna fix you up ok. You’ll have no more back trouble after this” He bought one of his colossal thighs right up between my legs, the tear drops of the leg nudging my balls. I had to spread my legs and raise my butt to accommodate the sheer size of it. I sensed his other leg leave the floor and kneel on the bed, supporting his weight above my body.. “One of the physios taught me this and it’s magic” he whispered in my ear. A huge paw scooped up around my neck and grabbed the opposite shoulder. My neck felt the blood pumping through his swollen forearm. Another slid between my rib cage and the bed. As his powerful muscular arms grew tighter around me, I began to feel Patrick’s huge pecs press into my back a little. It felt wonderful, but.. I was suddenly reminded of the washing machine from earlier, and how Patricks chest had popped holes right through the packaging. “Umm… Patrick.. buddy? Are you sure about this” He drew a deep breath through his nose. When he spoke, his voice seemed to break, like he might be angry. “Do you think I’d hurt you lad?” He whispered I could hardly well say ‘Yes’ if I thought he would. But I trusted him. “No, sorry” He spoke again. “This only lasts a moment. It shouldn’t be painful, but it can be intense. You won’t hurt any more after this. If it does start to hurt while I’m doing it, say immediately won’t you?” “Yes” I said, softly. “Ok, here goes” He rocked his hips forward and put the weight of his lower body on mine. My throbbing dick was forced into the mattress and pulsated at the feeling. At the same time, Patrick began to flex and blow out his powerful stomach. I felt a pop at the base of my spine. He applied more weight and started to flex his right arm around my rib cage. His hand was on the other side and pressed in. Two more pops. My cock lurched beneath me and my hips bucked once, as much as Patrick’s weight would allow. As my butt rocked up I felt Patrick chubbing. I was sure there were only two layers of fabric between us now. My jeans and his cotton grey briefs. He must have removed his trousers during the massage. My hips involuntarily pumped back and forth once more. Patrick’s body started to stretch out as it had on the sofa earlier, his thighs rubbing past mine. He applied more weight and began rolling his pecs slowly and gently into me. Then more weight was applied as he flexed them hard into my back. I felt a row of pops as Patrick crushed my body, aligning my spine using his dense symmetrical muscles. I let out a whimper as I tried to rock my hips back and forth. They barely moved a few millimetres under Patrick’s immense mass of muscle. But the sensation was enough for cum to start backing up in my shaft. I could feel the veins on my dick throbbing, trapped between myself and the mattress, the head grinding into the rough denim of my jeans. I was sure I could feel Patrick’s dick swell harder too, even between his briefs and my jeans. More weight, and now his left arm was flexing around my neck and shoulders. I felt two pops between my shoulder blades and let out another whimper. By now, Patricks thick bearded jaw was pressing up against my cheek and I could hear a ticking sound like a croak coming from his throat. He was fully stretched out and on top of me now, and the sensation of his muscular body on top of and all around my body began to overwhelm me. His smell was filling the room. Sweat, cotton and man. I inhaled deeply, remembering my wank from earlier in the day. My hips where lashing back and forth wildly and I began to feel Patrick thrust his hips against my butt. The feeling of the pops up my back and my throbbing erection meant I couldn’t stifle noise any more and I let out an intense moan. Patrick’s thrusts and bear hug intensified and it started to approach more than my body could cope with. “mm.. mm.. mm..” Patrick was emitting a low grunting sound as he thrust his hips and squeezed harder “...Patrick” “Mm.. mm.. huuuh” “Patrick!” I wimpered again “HUuuuuu” “Patrick it’s hurting!” Patrick’s bear hug got no tighter. He locked his arms into a rigid square of beef around me, allowing me to breath, but not much else. He took two last thrusts into me and stopped solid. His body froze and started to vibrate intensely, like it had earlier when he stretched out on the sofa “Hnnnnnnnnnnnngh uuuuuuuh” it almost wasn’t a sound, more like one long low guttural moan. I felt a moist sensation seep through my jeans to my butt. Patrick unwrapped his arms and pushed his weight up off me. He began tenderly rubbing my shoulders again. “Feeling all fixed?” He murmured. Whaaaaat??! OK, my back felt fixed, but you wanna tell me that was therapy? Oh god and I was precumming hard now. “Yeah… Feels amazing Patrick” “Good” he moved his hands around my rib cage and I couldn’t help but giggle a little. I heard Patrick moan behind me as my body wriggled against his. “Your back all better?” He asked caringly “Yeeeah. It feels so good” I cooed. Patrick moved his hands back to my shoulders and rubbed firmly. He was half whispering, half growling now. “How does this feel?” I squirmed at the pleasure that rippled through my body as he worked my shoulders and let out a little squeal. Patrick gulped “How does this feel?” He grabbed my neck in his paw, his other hand groping my body all over. I felt owned “That’s really nice” my head was spinning with pleasure “And how does this feel?” A pair of wet lips pressed into my neck and paused there. Thick hairy beard and soft moist mouth. I felt the tip of his tongue on my neck, and then he pushed his lips together and kissed me. His mouth came close to my ear “You taste as sweet as you look son” He whispered. I moaned loudly. I my cock was building up to a huge ejaculation. “Come here baby” Patrick growled menacingly as he flipped me over in a single movement. He was on his knees leaning back now, a scary look in his eyes, a half smile on his face. I looked down at at his crotch. It was one of the biggest loads I’d ever seen. His powerful orgasm had shot a huge load right through his briefs and my jeans, and a huge gob of cum was still dripping down the outside of his briefs along the outline of his cock which was getting hard again. Patrick began unzipping my jeans and ripping them off me. His face lit up like Christmas when he saw my throbbing precum soaked briefs stretched over my twitching cock. “Oh son what’s this. Getting turned on by dad’s big muscles are ya?” He flexed a grotesque double bicep, exploding out of his red polo shirt that was sopping with sweat again, grunting and bucking his hips up at the same time. Since we first met this morning he looked like he had packed on an inch of muscle. He threw himself down on all four and began rubbing my cock with his belly. My briefs were barely there now, but the sensation of his muscular belly under the texture of his red polo shirt was getting me ready to squirt. He leaned back on his knees, straddling my thighs and struggled to remove the red top from his body. “Help me son.” He roared. I leaned up and helped him peel the shirt off, brushing his lats during the process. He placed a meaty paw on my chest and threw me back onto the bed. “Mmm… like touching your daddy’s muscles son?” I nodded and moaned yes. “Yeah you do. You’ve wanted to feel daddy’s thick hard pecs are all day haven’t you?” “Oh fuck yes daddy” I went to grab my dick in one hand and squeeze a pec in the other, finally allowing myself the release that was surging inside me, but Patrick caught both and slammed down on top of me. “Not yet son”. He said, licking my neck. He straddled right over my crotch, so my dick was pressing up into his taint and balls, and pinned my arms to my sides with his legs. “Aaaaaaaa fuck daddy” I moaned. Patrick’s eyes went wild again. “Do you like that son? Do you like feeling your daddy’s 350 lbs of sweaty muscle massage your boy cock like that?” Patrick’s dick was fully hard again, twitching of its own accord in his cum soaked grey briefs as he spoke. He grabbed and started throttling it over the fabric. “What are you anyway son? 160, 70?” “I … I dunno. 11 stone” I answered. Patrick jacked off even more severely “Oh son. You don’t know your pounds from your stone? Well let daddy learn you. I’m 25 stone or rock solid muscle. And you’re my weak little 165 lb boy”, he said, getting even more worked up and grunting between breaths. “I weigh more than twice what you are and am 10 times stronger”. He flexed his other arm, looking down at me watch it swell. Patrick was rotating his hips around as he said this, and bucking his hips up and down, his cock swelling in his clenched hand. Sweat was dripping down his face and body. He threw his body on top of me and we finally had our first proper kiss. It was passionate, terrifying, dominating and liberating all at once. Patrick loosened his grip on my arms and spread his weight back over my body again, his legs still either side of me pumping his dick into mine. My hands found his biceps and groped around madly. “Fucking crazy for dad’s rock solid muscles aren’t you son?” “Oh daddy. You’re so fucking big and strong!” Patrick thrust even harder, stimulating both out cocks at the same time. “Yeah son. Feel daddy flex his muscles for you” Patrick flexed another intense most muscular into my body and growled. “You’re so weak and tender son. Daddy’s got you now though. He’s gonna protect you in his powerful arms and huge chest. Squeeze your little body in lad!” I was juddering at his words, one last effort at holding my cum back. “Feel that chest son. Touch your daddy’s muscular hard chest!” “I’m gonna cum daddy!” I moaned Patrick’s face looked ecstatic to see me reaching my climax. He bear hugged and kissed me, his sweat dripping down his face into my mouth. He pressed 350lbs of muscle against me, moving a huge leg in between mine, so I was thrusting up against his veiny thigh. My thrust became erratic and uncontrollable. My arms wrapped tight around his thick lats as I got ready to unload. Looking deep into my eyes he whispered “daddy loves you” “Uuuuuuuuuuuh. Fuck!” Just like his, my ejaculation rocketed through my briefs and into him. He smiled warmly at me, as he moved his hand down and wrapped it round my cock. “Huuuuuuuuu uuuuh! Shiiiiit” I was nowhere near done cumming, and now felt his rough textured palm enveloping my dick over my briefs, rubbing up and down. I grabbed a thick swollen thigh in my left hand and squeezed my right hand tight around his which was still rubbing my cock. I squirted another two thick volleys of cum right through my briefs, covering his bulging forearm. He looked as happy at this as I felt, my entire body shaking from the orgasm. “Mmmm… good boy”. He purred in my ear and started to kiss my face all over. He started up grinding into me again. “Ok son, talk to daddy, tell him how much you love him” “Completely daddy. I love how you take care of me” Patrick moaned loudly at this, and his hand flew back to his dick to beat off. “Aaaaw yeah. That’s right! What else” he muttered through gritted teeth. “You’re so big and strong. I love when you put your arms around me and make me feel safe and protected. I’m your small weak boy. I love that I have your big muscles to look after me.” “Aah FUCK.. yes! Keep going” “You’re my big strong daddy and I love you” Patrick popped up onto his knees, shaking all over, his muscles bulging with power. He grabbed my face with his free hand and forced his thumb in my mouth where I sucked it. “Take daddy’s fucking seed son!” He roared. His dick exploded ropes of thick warm jizz all over me, the first shot hitting my face, then massive globs landing all over my shirt. A final dribble surged up like a fountain, running down his hands and onto my balls. He fell back on top of my body and wrapped me up in a huge bear hug. He let out a long low satisfied sigh and it vibrated through me. He began kissing my face all over again, finishing in a long kiss on the mouth, our tongues and lips going crazy for eachother. We lay there for a while. Patrick was breathing heavily and the sensation of his body rocking against mine made my cock swell again. He rubbed it, gently, as if he possessed it. “I want to see you again” Patrick finally said. “I wanna see a lot of you again” he added. He held me tightly now in the spoon position. “You’re special to me, do you know that?” He kissed my neck again, the same spot where he had first kissed me. “I haven’t felt like this for a long long time son. I thought I might never feel like this again” he said. “Patrick?” I turned my head to face him. “I’ve never felt like this. I never thought I would” “How so son?” His brow furrowing in that way I knew I would never be able to get enough of. “Safe” Patrick’s cock swelled, and he breathed in deeply, his face betraying a multitude of emotions. We kissed again and lay there. After a few minutes I felt his cheek smiling against mine. “So apart from all day tomorrow when you’re calling in sick to work, when am I going to see you again?” He asked His fingers found my ribs and he started tickling my sides, making me wriggle against his hard body. “Stop it!!! Ummm… I have a dishwasher coming next week?” I joked “Hmmmmmmmm…” he moaned and pulled me in tighter. “Make sure they leave it outside”

Part 2 I was awken by my phone vibrating. I looked over and saw that it said “Master Amos”. I quickly answered. “hello?” I grumbled. “Get up now. Food is at your door. Eat and meet me in the gym on the floor in 2 hours sharp. And wear what I sent you.” Amos growled then hung up. My cock lunged straight up. I grabbed it. My phone vibrating again it was Amos. “No cumming.” Click. Holy fuck I thought. How did he know? I got up and walked over to the mirror. Fuck I looked good. 250lbs. solid ripped muscle. My pecs had that glorious overhang. I saw veins snaking through my arms. I raised them up and flexed. “HOLY FUCK”. I looked better than a pro. My biceps raised up and came to the most insane point and separation. I then kicked back and hit my triceps. FUCKERS! They are so fucking shredded and massive. I looked down and noticed my cock hanging a little lower between my legs and my balls looking fuller. But then immediately I noticed my legs…… holy son of a bitch. These would make tom platz gasp. Striations everywhere but they had to be the size of my waist each. My bulging legs. Fuck I want to cum so bad, but I can’t. I need to eat. I run to my door and rip it open. There standing in a jock strap is what looks like a fitness model muscle twink. About 6’5 210lbs. Beautiful boy. “Good Morning Master, I am your new managing slave. Alpha has given me direct orders to feed you and clothe you then escort you to his private gym.” The slave looked down at me. “Uhm….ok whats your name?” I asked staring at the Adonis before me. “Call me Adonis.” He said with a smirk. “Welp that was fucking easy I chuckled. Come on.” He shoved me back against the wall. Throwing a collar on me. “shut the fuck up and eat do you understand?” he said shoving me toward the table. Damn this guy was strong. He forced me to the table and then began setting 4 plates of meals and 3 drinks on the table. “you will eat all. If you don’t. I fuck you and then force feed you. Understand.” Adonis said patting my face. Which felt more like a slap. I just nodded up at him. I thought he was suppose to be my slave. I began shoveling food in me holy fuck it tasted good. I finished one plate. Then quickly moved on to the others. Guzzling down the first drink. Adonis sat across from me and I could see his jock strap was stirring. “Alpha is right. You are the chosen one.” Adonis said licking his lips. I kept shoveling down the food and finished everything. “More.” I grunted. “MORE?” Adonis yelled. “That’s over 6000 calories!” “did I fucking stutter. More. Get alpha on the phone I need more.” Adonis’ jockstrap snap and his cock lunged out. Smacking up underneath his pecs. “HOLY FUCK!” I yelled. It was massive. He was massive. “oh fuck jay… You can’t do this to me. Alpha will be very disappointed.” Adonis said stroking his cock. “did you just use my real name? aren’t you suppose to be my fucking slave?” I walked over to him…well at this point it was an extreme waddle. I grabbed him by the hair. “I’m your fucking master. Now get me food.” I ripped off the collar that he put on me. “I only obey Alpha Amos. Not some fucking twink.” Shoving him to the ground. I looked down for the first time. OH FUCK! I can’t see my feet. My pecs are to big. Fuck I’m starting to leak. “MORE FOOD!” I scream “yes master yes master.” Adonis screams quickly grabbing his phone. “Alpha! Alpha please help Master wants more food!” I wait to hear Amos’ response. “well get him more food you fucking idiot. Whatever he wants. GET IT and I want him drink 4 more shakes.” Amos hangs up and suddenly I get a text on my phone from Amos. “fucking idiot you should be fed as much as you want. He is to help you grow and if he denies you growth you punish him. Understand?” I finish reading it and smirk. I punish him….. well let the punishment commence. “oh fuck yes Amos”. I respond. Adonis returns with 5 more meals and 5 shakes. I eat it all down within 15 mins then look at Adonis. My arms begin to feel tight along with my chest. “How long until I have to be at the gym?” I demand slamming down the last cup of Amos’ juice. “1 hour sir.” He whimpers. “Good.” I stand up and stomp over to him. I see his eyes fill in terror. I grab around his waist. “Master still hungry bitch.” I growl. I lift him up so his big cock is right at the perfect angle for my mouth. “NO YOU CAN’T! YOU CAN’T! YOU’RE NOT READY FOR THIS!” Adonis screams and began kicking me but he felt more like a kid than anything. God was he really 210 lbs? “Oh yes I can.” I suck down his cock feeling it snake down my throat. I begin pulsing him in and out letting my shoulders and arms do the work. I notice the veins are bulging and getting darker and bigger. “NO SERIOUS UHHHH FUCK OH SHIT! NOOOO ALPHA! NOO!!!” Adonis screams shooting load after load in me. I feel it expanding my gut “OH FUCK! I wasn’t suppose to do that oh fuck!” Adonis screams and pouts. I set him down but when I do I notice hes smaller or I don’t know. But I’m now instead of staring at his chest I’m staring at his nose. “take me to the gym now.” I demand. “You need clothes sir.” Adonis suggests. He pulls out a racer back tank top and a pair of lycra shorts. “put them on me.” I demand patting his face like he did to me. I feel him stratch the tank top over grazing over my bulging muscles. “oh fuck…. You’re so perfect.” I hear him mutter. He grabs the shorts and I step one foot at a time. He slides them up but then we get to the tear drop of my quads. “Oh fuck…. These are to small.” Adonis groans and I see pre cum leaking out of his cock again. “get them on now.” I scream at him. He immediately begins fighting to get them on. He gets behind me and I can feel him trying to pull them up. I know they won’t fit and I know they are going to rip. But fuck this was so hot. This little muscle twunk pre cumming from just the site of me. I me fuck this morning I looked amazing. I wonder what I look like all filled out from the food. Whatever. I’ll see at the gym. “OH MY GOD. JUST PULL THEM UP!” I scream shoving him to the ground I grab them and pull them up instantly and the shred at both seams. “OH GOD NO NOT AGAIN!” Adonis’ cock lunges up and I quickly grab it sucking down the what felt like gallons of cum down my throat. Fuck it tastes so good. I pick up my phone and call amos. “NOW WHAT!” Amos screams into the phone. “my clothes don’t fit. Want me to come naked to the gym? “ I chuckle. “no fucking way…. Those were 5xls….. you were suppose to grow into them.” I can hear amos’ voice quivering. “I’m coming over now.” Amos hangs up. I see Adonis trying to clean up everything and suddenly turns to me. “I COULDN’T HELP IT YOU’RE… YOU’RE… YOU’RE A FUCKING MUSCLE FREAK!” and he quickly disappears to my bedroom. I chuckle. Fuck I’m only 250. I look good but come on. I waddle over to the couch and sit feeling the weight of the couch sag. I lean back and close my eyes. I start to meditate. I see myself. Growing and expanding. I see Amos in front of me. Slowly getting smaller… or am I getting bigger. I soon see his pecs are eye level. Then his mouth. Then his eyes. Then I’m looking down at him. He’s reaching up to me. He’s mouthing something…. “WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON OVER HERE!” I hear amos scream from behind me. “alpha I’m so sorry but I couldn’t keep up I mean look.” Adonis pleads at Amos’ feet. I stand up and turn around. “HOLY FUCK…….WHAT….HOW… OH MY GOD…”. Amos moans and I see his cock lunge and begin fighting against his tight lycra. “oh god…. You’re ….” “I’m fucking starving. I gotta break this 250.” I grunt. Waddling towards him. Fuck when did Adonis become my height! “boy have you seen yourself?” amos groans. I see his cock now straining his shorts. I raise my arm and flex. It raises high enough for me to lick it. “OH FUCK ALPHA AGAIN! I NEED TO CUM!” Adonis screams. Just then something comes over me. I lunge toward Adonis. Grabbing him around the waist. I latch onto his cock which now is no struggle for me. I stroke it with my tongue while grunting. “holy shit….he’s surpassing what I even thought was possible!” I hear amos say. I feel Amos come up from behind me. “Boy you can lift that twink with one arm. Flex the other for him. Show him the god you’re becoming.” I hear my Alpha say. So I obey. I flex and then feel the lunge of his cock down my throat. I feel the hot cum filling me full. I feel my body pulsing and getting more and more pumped. I feel my ass expanding. I feel Amos grab my pecs. He leans in and whispers in my ear. “boy… I have to fuck you now. I can’t wait. I’m sorry boy you’re to… oh fuck….. you’re perfection. You’re what I’ve.” He rams his massive pole into my ass. I roar out tossing Adonis to the wall. He scurries to get himself up. “I’ve always dreamed I would find you, but this is surpassing my wildest dreams.” He grunts while pulsing. The interesting part was I felt my head fall onto his shoulder, I could have sworn I only came up to beneath his pec last night at the gym. “breed me and claim me Amos. CLAIM ME!” I scream squeezing my ass on his cock. I feel his whole body shiver. “no fucking way.” I hear Adonis scream. “no fucking way you make him cum.” “watch me bitch”. I grunt towards Adonis who looks even tinier to me. I hear Amos grunting and moaning. I hear him go between “you’re mine” to “I’m yours”. Fuck I can’t take this anymore. “CUM GOD DAMNIT”. I scream while hitting a most muscular and clenching my ass. ‘JAY NOOOO! OH FUUUUUUCK! NO THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING! OH FUUUUUUUCK” AMOS screams. I feel a geyser of cum filling me. I feel my stomach build with pressure. I feel my body get an instant pump like I just pushed it so hard on a work out. oh its almost euphoric fuuuck. I feel my cock rise up and slam my pecs. I feel my biceps pulse. I feel everything in me just radiate heat. But the best pump was my ass. It felt like it was growing right there getting bigger. I hit a most muscular pose and scream out!. "AHHHHHHHHHH I FEEL LIKE A GOD!" I see Adonis slack jawed at the sight in front of him. “Jay….what have I done?” I hear Amos say behind me. I feel his cock slide out of me. I turn around. I’m staring at the most beautiful man in the world. “You’re mine jay. Adonis, grab all his belongings. Call and quit his job. He’s moving home. Please prepare the boys. We need the syrum injected into all of you.” Amos says. “Yes Alpha.” Adonis quickly begins on his list of commands. “Jay……You ready for your new life?” Amos says sweetly while smiling into my blue eyes. “Yes sir but…”. I respond and look down. “I haven’t gotten a chance to work out this body since I hit 250 sir. I want all the guys at the gym to see me at 250 and how amazing I look.” I say squeezing his big biceps. “boy…… you can never return to that gym.” Amos says in a low but seirous voice. “you can’t return to your life ever.” “but why… Its only 30 lbs.” I say looking up into my Masters eyes. “No its not….. ADONIS GRAB THE SCALE AND A MIRROR.” Amos says. Adonis runs out with the scale. “theres no mirror Alpha maybe I can take a photo and he can see.” Adonis responds with a quiver in his voice. “wait! Aren’t you 6’5 adonis?” I say looking down at him. “Yeess.” He says ashamed. “what the fuck is going on?!” I roar. “on the scale now boy.” Instantly I obey to Amos. I see the numbers fly up and down and up and down and then I hear a beep. “Oh fuck.” I hear both Adonis and Amos say. “WHAT AM I 255?!?!” I scream. “uhm…. You’re….” Adonis tries to utter the words but instantly becomes hard. “MORE! I WANT MORE!” I scream lunging for him but Amos stops me. “350. Jay you weigh over 350 lbs and by the looks of it it’s pure fucking muscle” Amos says. I look up at Amos grin. “Good one sir”. I laugh. “Adonis take the photo of us side by side.” Amos commands. Adonis pulls out his phone snaps a pic and comes up to me. I look at the picture and instantly pass out.

Chapter 16 The idea of being bigger than Luke caused my somewhat deflated cock to become so erect the tip threatened to break the surface of the water. “I can see you like the idea,” Dave said. Looking directly at me, he put his hands on the wall behind him, and pulled himself out of the tub. A small sheet of water fell from his chest, over his cock, and splashed down on the tile floor. “Where are you going?” I asked. “Somebody’s got to distract Al so your secret doesn’t get out, Chrissy,” Dave said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. Dave put his hand on his hip and a pivoted his cock forward. “Give me five minutes before you start round two.” He spun around so his back was to us and said, “Feel free to stare at my ass as I leave.” As he sauntered out of the room, every sway of his body oozed sex. When he reached the door, he added, “Have fun.” When the door closed behind Dave, Luke got out of the tub and walked over to a stack of towels by the wall. With a sideways nod, he beckoned me to join him. Whatever he had in mind, we were doing it outside the hot tub. I walked over to the towels, my fully erect cock bobbing in the air as I walked. I grabbed a towel and began drying off. “What is he doing to distract Al?” I asked, unsure how to fill the five minutes. “He didn’t tell me,” Luke confessed, “but I think he’ll hide our clothes, then walk to the security desk buck naked and ask Al to help him find his clothes.” “How will we know when the coast is clear?” I asked. Luke briefly pointed to the far corner of the ceiling. In the distance, I could see a small red light. “When the security camera goes out.” “How will he know when we’re done?” “When I go and find him.” There was a beauty in its simplicity. I didn’t know how to broach the subject, so I just blurted, “How big are you going to make me?” “Well, I’ve slimmed down this past month because of soccer and the calendar. I’m a svelte 166.” “That doesn’t exactly answer my question.” “I’ve talked to some of your conquests, buddy. They tell me you like to hold a guy up against wall and fuck him standing.” Luke wrapped himself in his towel and sat on a bench. “It is my favorite, yes,” I confirmed He folded his arms across his chest, puffing his pecs up bigger, and stuck his legs out to take up as much space as possible. “How big do you need to get to do that to me?” I balked. “I’ve been running you ragged today, so you should factor that in.” “175,” I said wrapping the towel around my waist. I was pretty sure I could handle him at that point. “So small?” Luke sounded disappointed. “I was hoping for bigger.” “Bigger?” I asked. “How much bigger?” “I was thinking as big as James.” “James big? As in, as big as James? He’s huge. The last time he weighed himself at the gym, he broke 200.” A tent formed in the front of Luke’s towel. “I’m not ready to be James big,” I said truthfully. “Didn’t think you would be. How about we split the difference?” “185?” “195,” Luke counter-offered. “190 is as high as I will go,” I said. Luke stood up and dropped his towel. He pointed to the back corner of the room again. The red light was out. Luke ripped my towel off my waist and pulled me closer to him. He put his right hand on my shoulder. “Are you ready?” I wasn’t entirely sure, but I nodded. “Good, because I can’t wait any longer, Big Guy.” For the first time in a month, I felt my body surge larger. As every part of my body thickened, a pleasure as intense as my recent orgasm flooded my mind. Luke took in my growth with a hungry look in his eye. “That is so hot, Big Guy.” I was just coming down from the last euphoric high as my brain lit up again with new pleasure. My breath was a little short as my body continued swelling outwards. Luke had to open his hand a little wider as my shoulder expanded. I had to widen my stance just a little bit to make more room for my legs. “Tell me if you need to stop, Big Guy,” Luke said, and I was blasted with another wave of bliss dancing through my nerve endings. The erotic sensation was so intense, my head lolled to the side. I was surprised to find that my neck was thicker, and my ear met my shoulder sooner than it should have. “We’re about the same weight now,” Luke said. I was too into my own transformation to dispute his math. “Then we’re not done, are we?” I asked from my stupor. “Okay, Big Guy. Want it a little faster, Big Guy? I can do that for you, Big Guy.” Three blasts of lightning rocketed through my body. My toes curled, my hands clenched and unclenched. I could feel my arms being pushed further away from my body as my back grew, and I could feel my lats being constricted as my biceps grew. Luke opened his hand even wider. I widened my stance again; my thighs were uncomfortably close. Doing so allowed me to feel how thick and weighty my ass had become. My cock throbbed and shook. I had never felt anything so intense in my life. “Just two more, Big Guy. Then you’ll be ready for me, Big Guy.” Two more eruptions shot through me. I could swear I was orgasming, but nothing came out of my cock. I grew harder, firmer, denser. My body progressed outwards. I could easily see my shoulders without turning my head. My neck felt thicker. I looked down and saw my pecs heaving off my chest. They were beginning to block my view, and my nipples had grown slightly larger and seemed so far away from my body. My arms were hanging off my sides at odd angles, swollen with flesh and power. I’d never been aware of my triceps, and now they were big enough to fight my lats for space, my biceps pushed obscenely forward. My back was so wide I felt I’d grown wings, and it narrowed down to my tiny waist. It had grown, but it was still incredibly small. Each muscle of my six-pack was discrete and thick as a deck of playing cards. Two more muscles were showing the faintest hint of graduating me to an eight-pack. My thighs pressed together no matter how I stood. They seemed thicker than my waist. I reached around to feel my ass, and it was as though there were two spheres of steel, yet velvety and warm, protruding from my body. I could feel my calves had grown and hardened, thick with power. Even my feet felt more muscular. I felt powerful. I felt heavy. I felt mammoth. Luke began feeling me up, comparing our chests, our shoulders, our waists. I remember when Luke felt impossibly huge. Now, even though he was taller, I extended past him in every other dimension. My chest stood out further, my shoulders broader, my arms thicker, my legs more powerful. My waist, somehow, significantly smaller. “You are beautiful,” he said in awe. With a cocky grin, I wrapped one arm around Luke’s waist and lifted him up. “I hear you like your guys big.” Luke smiled in unfettered delight. “One arm? You picked me up with one arm?” Luke’s cock tried to press itself into my bicep, but my muscle was unrelenting. “Holy fuck!” I took three steps and pinned him to the wall four or five inches off the ground. Luke fought against it, testing his limits. But I did not budge. When he realized he was powerless to escape, he growled, “Fuck me.” “That’s the idea,” I told him. With my free hand, I lined up my cock with his asshole, and with no further prelude, I slammed my full length into him. Luke’s body shook with orgasm as his hands fumbled to find purchase in my musculature, but it would not give. I gave him a moment to catch his breath. After a few seconds, he looked me square in the eyes and ordered, “Don’t stop.” Delighted the fun wasn’t over, I began pistoning him up and down on my cock. “Harder!” he screamed through gritted teeth. I fucked him harder. “Flex!” He commanded. I flexed my free arm, my bicep rounding out into mountainous proportions. At the same time, I flexed my chest as hard as I could, and it bulged outward, pushing him further into the wall. His jaw dropped open and two high pitched moans escaped. I was talking dirty without words. The head of my cock was starting to swell; I could tell orgasm was coming soon. “Not yet, buddy,” Luke said sternly. “The ride’s not over yet.” I’d past the point of no return and kept plowing ahead, but Luke shook his head. “You’ll do as I say.” He clenched his ass so tightly that I couldn’t pull in or out. I fought him for a second, but Luke held firm. As I bucked futilely, he steadied me. “Heel.” My face was turning red from the exertion and delayed orgasm. I fought again. I had already overpowered him once; I could do it again. But Luke’s grip on my cock was unbreakable. His voice grew sterner. “Heel!” I nodded. “That’s more like it, Big Guy.” A sound that was half-roar half-growl escaped from my chest as my imprisoned cock drove an inch further into Luke’s ass. This close to orgasm, the intensity of the growth just pushed me closer to the edge. There was no release. Luke writhed in pleasure as my cock surged wider and thicker, filling his ass further than any other man ever had. But he still did not unclench. I struggled, pushing in and pulling out the little bit I could with rapid succession. The friction between my cock and his ass was inhuman. His breath was starting to catch in his chest, but he would not relent. From his position above me, Luke looked down and said, “I think we both deserve a footlong, don’t you?” I said nothing. I just wanted to orgasm. “What do you say?” I fought him again, and he fought against his own shuddering prostate. He would not cede. “What do you say?” I nodded. “Right answer, Big Guy.” Luke unclenched his ass, and my dick extended another inch, becoming thicker than I knew a cock could be. Luke was in the throes of his orgasm, pressing his head against the wall, his eyes closed so tightly tears formed in the corners. Right as he released, my cockhead burst forth a river of cum so large and thick that it seeped past the base of my shaft and rained to the floor, pooling in a puddle of surprising volume, especially since half of it was still inside Luke. I put Luke down and collapsed to the floor to recover. Even just lying on the floor, my body felt huge. My lower back was held an inch above the tile by my ass, my shoulders covered half the distance between the wall and the hot tub, and my giant dick stuck straight up into the air like a spire. Luke offered a hand to help me up. When I was on my feet, he handed me a towel to wipe his cum off my arm and clapped his hand on my shoulder in his usual friendly way. “That was fucking awesome. Whoever you end up with is a lucky man.” I hadn’t quite reached words yet, but I smiled to acknowledge the compliment. Luke bent over, picked up his sunglasses, and put them on. As he walked to the door, he slapped my ass. “I remember you liked that,” he joked. I stopped him before he left. “Don’t we have to clean up?” He dismissed me with a hand gesture. “Al would get mad at me if we did.” I made some small sound of understanding. “Let’s go find my boyfriend,” he said. “I don’t have another go in me.” “Me neither. Besides, you got a soccer tryout tomorrow.”

Chapter 15 Something felt so right, so natural, about being with Luke and Dave. I could feel their love for each other radiating heat. But I wasn’t just a prop in their sex; they wanted me there. Their affection for me, though different from their connection, was as palpable as Luke’s chest or Dave’s cock—up front and ever-present. Through a dark, windowless room lit only by security lights and the glow coming from the hot tub itself, they led me into the water, the three of us almost moving as one body. Mist and liquid swirled around us as we fell into a comfortable position. Luke sat with his back against the wall of the hot tub, his legs stretching forward. I was on top of him, face to face, his sunglasses periodically releasing chilling drops as steam condensed on their glassy finish. I was intensely kissing his mouth, his chin, his neck, his shoulders. My right hand explored his defined arm and smooth pecs. Our stiff cocks collided into each other, trapped between our hard abs. Dave was behind me, kissing the top of my shoulder. His left arm reached around to stroke my pec, his pinky circling my nipple. His right arm reached past me to lovingly stroke the back of Luke’s head. My left hand reached back behind me to run my fingers through Dave’s hair. I could feel Dave’s coarse chest hair, slick with water, scrape along my shoulder blades, his erect and impressive dick press into the small of my back just above my ass. We stayed interlocked like that, a tangle of bodies, for a seeming eternity until I felt Dave slip into my ass with surprising swiftness, spreading it further than it ever had. The water lubricated its passage, and soon, Dave was fully inside me. I put up no resistance and let out a low moan. He stopped kissing me for a second to whisper in my ear. “Don’t be shy.” Needing no further prompt, I tried to line the tip of my cock with Luke’s hole. The current fought me, dragging my length one way and then another, gently pulling on my cock like an invisible hand. In the thickness of the water, I had an unwieldy beast, so I stopped kissing to focus on my ten inches, needing both hands to steady it. A wide smile spread across Luke’s face as he leaned back in anticipation. Once I had my cock aimed properly, I pushed a few inches in gently. Luke’s ass was firm and warm, a tight fit, but pliant and welcoming. Luke sat up just a little. “You can do better than that, buddy,” he encouraged. Taking my cue, I rammed my full length into his waiting ass. “Holy shit!” he screamed. His whole body tensed, and his face froze in a rictus of pleasure. He took off his sunglass and placed them to the side of the hot tub. Tendrils of steam curled around his head. “I knew you had it in you.” “And now it’s in you,” I added. I wrapped both arms around Luke for support, Dave braced his arms on the wall on either side of Luke’s shoulders, and the dance began. We slowly found a rhythm, Dave thrusting into me, me thrusting into Luke, Luke thrusting in and out in contrapuntal movement. As soon as the three of us reached a steady, metronomic interval, Luke said one word. “Faster.” Dave and I picked up our speed, and Luke began growling and panting, occasionally clenching his jaw in carnal pleasure. My nerves were afire. Dave had the largest cock I’d ever taken, and at this intense pace, my prostate was a bundle of sparks and sensations. My own cock was similarly tingling with electricity as I plumbed the depths of Luke’s tight ass. The head of my cock sent constant and instantaneous messages to my brain. Through his guttural moans, Luke made a new command. “Harder.” Dave’s cock bottomed out so hard, I momentarily lost the rhythm, but found it again as I ratcheted up my own force to keep up with Dave’s power. Luke began turning his head back and forth, his eyes completely closed. My breathing was getting short and fast, and Dave was emitting a string of meaningless sounds under his breath. I was nearing climax when Luke barked, “Faster.” Like a train going down a hill, our speed increased a little, then a little more, then a lot more until we were three bodies careening into each other in a chain of erotic sensation. Dave’s right hand left the wall of the hot tub, went under the water, and found Luke’s cock, stroking it up and down, helping his lover along to climax. Dave exploded into my ass first, letting loose a scream in an octave lower than I knew he could reach. As he came, his hand tightened around Luke’s cock, causing him to release his seed into the water, a small grey cloud. The excitement of their orgasms pushed me to my own. I felt the entire length and girth of my cock vibrate as I was racked with an orgasm. I clenched my ass around Dave’s cock and roared. Dave leaned around me to kiss Luke deeply and passionately. While catching their breath, the two repeated, “I love you so much,” back and forth. Realizing this was lovers’ time, I extricated myself and rested on the other side of the hot tub. After recuperating for a minute or two, Dave got off of Luke and sat next to him in the water. Luke wrapped his arm around Dave and pulled him closer. “That was intense,” I said, not entirely sure if it was time to talk again. “You don’t have to be done yet,” Dave replied. “Not if you don’t want to be.” “Oh?” I said as little as I could, wary of misstep. “It’s still Luke’s birthday, after all.” Luke whispered into Dave’s ear, and Dave nodded. He looked at me and added, “If you’re up for it, Luke has a fantasy he’d love fulfilled.” “More than a threesome in a hot tub?” “You see,” Dave continued, “Luke’s always been more athletic than the men he’s slept with. More muscular. Larger.” Dave paused for emphasis. “He’s never been with a guy who’s bigger.” He paused again and gave me his most dazzling smile. “A Big Guy.”

Chapter 13 By the time I went to bed that night, I was well enough versed in the rules of soccer even if I still needed a flowchart to know what did and did not count as offsides. I tried one last time to talk him out of this: “Wouldn’t you rather spend your birthday with your boyfriend?” Luke shook his head no, but there was a look in his eyes I couldn’t quite read. “Good night, buddy. Tomorrow we start training.” And he meant it. He dragged me out of bed at 5 AM when it was still dark outside. He threw some workout clothes on me and took me to the gym for a quick warm up. That at least woke me up, which was good because I knew pretty quickly that I wasn’t going to get coffee. We didn’t even go to the cart for breakfast; we went to the cafeteria. For breakfast. Like common freshmen. Then it was to the athletic center on the far end of campus, about a mile from the dorms. The gym was near the dorms and cafeteria and was open to anyone with a student ID. Even some of the professors worked out there. The athletic center was for the sports teams only. I had never set foot inside. It was on this walk that I realized why Luke always had sunglasses on him: we were walking directly into the sunrise. I had to squint and look down at the ground or I’d go blind. “Another workout?” I asked, looking at the clock in the lobby. It was 6:30. “I have to wake up for class in an hour.” “Drills,” Luke said. “And don’t worry. I’ll get you to class on time.” I spent the next hour kicking balls into targets a range of shapes and sizes and distances away. I’m sure the exercises were practicing different skills, but it seemed like slight variations on the same theme. The biggest challenge was keeping my own balls out of the way. They kept hefting up and down as I kicked, moving independently of the rest of my body. I even distracted myself a few times watching them sway to and fro. At 7:30, Luke let me shower in the facility even though I wasn’t a member of any sport team. Luke made it seem like a big honor, but I just wanted to wash off the sweat of the morning. I lingered a few minutes longer than it normally took me to shower just to feel the hot water cavalcade down my back and across my chest. The water pressure in this facility was amazing. It felt like the showerhead was massaging my body, like the waterdrops were a thousand comforting hands working through my muscles. It was so intoxicating, but I had to go to class. Luke walked me to my 8 AM class where he handed me off to James, and after the monotony of my morning, I was relieved for the mental stimulation, and philosophy was usually my least favorite class. When class got out at 9:30, I expected Luke to grab me in the hall and drag me back to the nets. Instead, James asked me to join him for breakfast at the cart. I figured Luke would find me when he was ready. When we got to the cart, there Luke was with a viscous shake and a protein bar. “I don’t know how you can ingest those,” I said honestly. “Oh, I’m not. You are.” He handed them to me and patted me on the back. I went to sit on the grass next to James, but Luke restrained me. “Nope. Finish those quick.” He produced his bag, seemingly out of nowhere, and pulled out more of my gym clothes. “As soon as you’re done, change in the library bathroom. It’s time to run. Oh,” he added, pulling out a brand-new jock strap, still in its package. “I got this for you. It’s got the largest pouch they had. As much fun as it was to watch you bounce like Jell-o, we don’t want you hurting yourself.” The jock strap did nothing to minimize my package, but I was fascinated how it held everything in its place. Luke didn’t let me admire the garment, though, because it was time to run. I had expected to run around campus, maybe up a flight of stairs like Rocky, but instead we ran to the athletic center again. And then Luke introduced me to something called “wind sprints.” It was grueling. For an hour, he had me running as fast as I could for varying distances. Sure, there were breaks in between the sprints, but by the end, I never wanted to run again. My shirt adhered to my pecs, and there was a dark shadow that extended from my armpits to the center of my chest. Each of my abs was individually visible through my shirt as the waterfall of sweat had suctioned the shirt against my skin. At the end of my torture, Dave walked in to check in on us. “How’s it going?” he asked after kissing Luke on the cheek. He handed me a bottle of water, and I gladly downed it in one go. “His stamina’s pretty good, but his speed could use work,” Luke said. Dave looked me up and down, scrutinizing me. “Are you sure you want to do this, Chrissy? Out of breath isn’t a good color for you. Though I give the wardrobe an A+.” In between puffs of air, I managed, “I’m doing this for your boyfriend.” “I’m pushing him beyond his limits,” Luke said. “In a normal game, he wouldn’t have to go this hard all at once.” Dave turned back to Luke. “Don’t kill him before chemistry tomorrow. I need his notes.” Luke let me shower again under that luxurious showerhead before lunch at the cafeteria. My legs were swollen and tired, and they felt heavy. I could see every line and sinew in my thighs, and the water trickled through them like rivulets down a cracked sidewalk. It took all my will power to leave the shower. At lunch, I tried to engage in the conversation, but all I could think about was my afternoon class. Right after lunch, I had senior seminar—a class only for chem majors—and it was the hardest of my five classes. “I don’t know if I can do this,” I whispered to James. “You have lunch every day,” James said encouragingly. “Just take it one bite at a time. You got this.” “Not lunch, James. I don’t think I can make the soccer team.” Dave slammed his fork on the table. “I will have no secret murmurings at our lunch table, young men. Share with the rest of the class.” “Chris is worried he can’t make the soccer team,” James said. “I didn’t want them to know that.” “But… the fork…” James was lost in a fog again. “You’ll be fine buddy. You’re in great shape.” “You’ve worked out with us every morning for a month,” Dave said. “Yeah. One workout a day. Luke’s already put me through three or four. And I’m sure he’s got more for me after seminar.” “Tackling and dribbling,” Luke confirmed. “You do this every day?” I asked Luke. “Normally, it’s a bit more spread out, but essentially, yeah.” “How do you have any time for class, or hanging with us, or dating?” “My course load is not as intense as yours. And I make the time for you guys because you keep me sane. If I didn’t have you guys, I wouldn’t be able to put up with the schedule either. I even skipped an away game to see Dave’s showcase.” Dave snuggled up close to his Luke. My respect for Luke had gone way up. James tapped my shoulder and pointed to the clock on the cafeteria wall. “Time for your class.” I whimpered. “If you give your all, I promise we can soak in the hot tub at the athletic center tonight,” Luke said. Dave cleared his throat. “And by we, I mean you, me, and Dave.”

Chapter 12 “I have a favor to ask,” Luke said. It was a Wednesday afternoon, almost four weeks after the showcase. “Oh?” I mumbled, just articulately enough to demonstrate I was only half-listening. I had a huge math set to finish, an important lab report to write, and a philosophy essay to research, and I wanted as much of it done before the weekend so I could continue to have a full social life. “I think you might even like it,” he added. “Yeah?” I didn’t look up from my homework. “Can you pause the trig, buddy?” “Calc,” I said. I put down my pen and turned around in my desk chair to look at him. “Okay. You have my full attention.” “Every year, the soccer team does a big charity fundraiser.” “Yeah,” I agreed. “Last year you did that shirtless car wash.” “Exactly. Since that did so well, this year we decided to do a calendar.” “Perfect stocking stuffer.” “And we decided to do something like Dieux du Stade.” “The guys on your soccer team have heard of Dieux du Stade?” “Dave suggested it.” “That makes more sense.” I was still waiting for the other shoe to drop. “We already booked the cameraman, non-refundable deposit…” After Luke paused for a few seconds, I filled in the blanks. “No.” “We don’t have enough guys.” “Aren’t there 30 guys on your soccer team?” “28. Only 11 guys volunteered.” “Shouldn’t you have realized this before you paid the cameraman?” “You have to book a professional weeks in advance. Originally, more guys volunteered. Until they Googled Dieux du Stade. By then it was too late.” “They don’t want to go Full Monty.” “Exactly. Especially since you’re packing these days, I figured you’d be up for it.” “You over-estimate my confidence.” “Do I?” Luke smiled lasciviously. “I guess not.” The thought of posing nude for a camera was actually thrilling; it was everything else that was a red flag. “You’ll be the twelfth guy?” Luke was keen. “Just do a group shot for the twelfth month. Merry Christmas; here’s eleven studs.” “The group shot’s the cover.” “So do two group shots.” “That would be cheap. This is for charity, buddy. We want it to be a big seller” “Get your Dave to do it. It was his idea, and he’s always talking about how he could be in a pin-up calendar.” “Dave wants a calendar all to himself. Also, he’s not on the soccer team.” “Neither am I.” This was getting ridiculous. “About that.” I turned my desk chair around in an attempt to end the conversation. Luke came over to my chair, spun it back around, and crouched down so we were at eye level. “One of our teammates is transferring in late October, so we won’t have a full roster for the end of the season. I talked to the coach and the guys on the team, and they were willing to give you a special tryout.” “That’s absurd on the face of it.” “They only agreed because they want you in the calendar.” “Why?” “You don’t know the rep you’ve built in the past month. You got hot overnight, and now you’re a campus sex symbol. Three different guys a week, easy. And you had loud sex at a party with the captain of the basketball team. People, even some straight guys, want to see you naked. You in the calendar would guarantee half of campus buys one.” “Get James to do it. He’s hotter than I am.” “James would never pose nude, and you know it. Not to mention that most people find James weird.” “James is beyond weird. That’s part of his charm.” “Try out for the team. If you don’t make the team, you don’t have to do it.” “I don’t even know the rules of soccer.” “But you’ve come to a bunch of my games.” “And I cheered when our school cheered,” I admitted. “You don’t know the rules?” “Get ball in net. Past that, I’m fuzzy.” Luke sat on the floor, looking slightly defeated. “It’s not that big of a deal. There are a thousand other solutions to this problem.” “It’s not just about the team. I wanted to do this together.” I looked at him, confused. “It’s our last year of college, buddy. We’ve been friends since, what? Seventh grade? Sixth? After we graduate, we might go entirely different ways. I hope we don’t. But you never know. And you did the showcase with Dave, and I wanted something like that too. Something that was the two of us. Training you for the tryout. Intense and alone. Then playing a game with you on the field, Dave cheering in the stands.” Luke was dead serious. I looked over to my wall calendar to see if I could rearrange things to fit in soccer training and saw the next day’s date. I let out a defeated sigh. “Consider this your birthday present,” I said. “Was that a yes?” “I’ll try out for the team. I make no other guarantees.” Luke jumped to his feet. “The tryout is Friday afternoon.” I’d have to finish my homework on Sunday.

Chapter 11 I spent Sunday recuperating from the prior two days. I didn’t leave my room except to go the bathroom. James, Dave, Luke, and I crashed hard after the party, and we decided to have a mellow day hanging out in the room, just like old times. We ordered in food and watched terrible movies from Hong Kong and played a few rounds of Luke’s new video game. I didn’t feel bulky or augmented or hung—I just felt like me again. Because Sunday felt like any other Sunday for the past few years, some part of me thought my life was going back to normal after two crazy days. But there was no going back to normal, and Monday showed me that. Dave picked my outfit and helped me figure out a hairstyle that was less demanding and high-maintenance than his. We didn’t want to look like twins anymore, after all. As soon as I left the dorm, things felt different. I was used to a sedan in my driveway, and now I had an SUV. The jeans Dave had bought me were tight, of course, so every movement reminded me that I was packing three extra inches and some heavy balls. The denim kept bunching up and drawing attention to my bulge, and I could swear I was warping the zipper. On top of that, I’d only been this new size for a few days, so I was still getting used to my dimensions. I slammed into a few people because I thought there was room for us both, and there wasn’t. I was also getting far more attention. I was used to being unremarkable in a crowd, but now people would openly stare at me. When I caught them, I’d smile and wave. I might as well be friendly. Some were so brazen as to point at my crotch. When I caught those people, I’d thrust my crotch in their direction. I might as well give them a show. Before I even got to my first class, a guy I’d had a history class with last year ran up to me. I recognized his face, but I didn’t remember his name. He reintroduced himself. He’d seen the showcase and was wondering if I was dating anyone. I considered telling him about Victor, but I was pretty sure that was a casual thing. So, I told him I wasn’t, and we set up a date for later in the week. I was going to have to get used to people hitting on me. In the past, I’d always been the aggressor—otherwise I never had dates. It was fun to be pursued. My first class was calculus. Few people want to discuss advanced mathematics so early on a Monday morning, so the classroom was usually tomb silent. When I got there, though, the room burst into a flurry of conversation. A handful of people said hello to me. By name. One even complimented me on the showcase. I took my seat in the front row, and class began. Fifteen minutes into class, the guy behind me asked if we could switch seats. He was having trouble paying attention because my back and shoulders were distracting him. I was a distraction. The morning went on like this. People I didn’t even remember meeting greeted me. I made two more dates with two more cute guys. Even one bold woman asked me out. I let her down gently. I was going to have to work hard not to get a big ego. That’s one part of me I didn’t want to grow. At lunch, I told the guys about all the people staring at me. “That’s the price you pay for being hot,” James said simply. Dave and Luke nodded in agreement. “You were always cute,” Luke said. “Now you’re a stud like us. You’ll adjust.” I was about to interject when Victor came over to the table. “Hey, Chris,” he said. “Victor,” I said. “I think you’ve met Luke.” They waved at each other. “This is his boyfriend Dave.” Dave extended his hand and said, “Enchanté.” Victor reluctantly shook Dave’s hand. “Nice to meet you.” “And this is James,” I finished. “Nice to meet you too.” Victor put out his hand for James to shake. James stared at Victor’s hand as though it were a riddle that needed to be solved. “He doesn’t shake hands,” I explained. “Okay,” Victor said, withdrawing his hand. “I was just wondering, if you’re not doing anything on Friday night, I was hoping we could do something.” “I already have plans Friday night. But I can do a Saturday afternoon or a Thursday night,” I said honestly. “Thursday it is, then,” Victor said and scurried away. “What plans do you have for Friday?” Dave asked. I told them about all the dates I’d been making. Luke grinned that cheesy smile. “I am so proud of you, buddy.” He extended his hand and hovered it over my shoulder. “How big do you want to get for your dates?” I shrank away from his hand. “Until I can figure out exactly how my new size is going to affect my life,” I told the guys, “I think I want to stay this size, at least for a while.” Luke looked and sounded dubious. “If that’s what you think you want” he said, withdrawing his hand. I didn’t know if that’s what I wanted, but I needed some time to figure out what I did want. Suddenly, opportunities and options never available to me were mine for the taking. I needed time to adjust. Over the next few weeks, I did just that. I never minded being the center of attention, so that was the easiest part to accept. My body took a little longer. But by the end of the first week, I had stopped walking into people, and I got used to carrying around a semi-automatic weapon. And, oh, did I have a lot of sex. Multiple guys, multiple nights, multiple positions. With the exception of Victor, all the guys I dated were now smaller than me. I’d always been the skinny guy, and there was something alluring about being bigger. In fact, I had a new favorite position: standing. As long as I had a wall for leverage, I was now strong enough to hold a smaller guy in my arms and fill his ass completely, lifting him up and down on my cock. It was incredibly hot to use my new muscles and length at the same time. I’d always preferred topping, and there was nothing more thrilling that having the body to match. Keeping Victor in the rotation was only a slight obstacle. I didn’t want a repeat of our first performance, so I told him that dirty talk during sex made me feel cheap. “But you asked me to…” Victor started to object. I interrupted. “That night, I wanted to feel cheap.” “Got it.” He took the cue, and from then on, we had intense, wordless sex. Thankfully, the men on campus weren’t after me just for sex. Call me a hopeless romantic, but ideally, I wanted something like Luke and Dave had. Maybe not exactly like their relationship, but something in that general vicinity. So, whenever a guy asked me out, if all he wanted was sex, it was a hard pass. Sex was no longer in short supply for me. If it was a proper date, I’d give him a spin. We went to dance clubs, to movies, to karaoke, to dinners, to parties. Victor even invited me to one of his basketball practices. I also made sure to make time in my schedule for school. I wasn’t going to let my grades fall. In fact, chem lab was my favorite place. With my white lab coat over my clothes, no one could see my augmented physique or ever-present bulge, and so I was just Chris again. Of course, I hung out with my guys as often as I could. Dave would touch up my roots every few days, and we used the time to gossip. Luke and I had the occasional video game session. James even took up sunbathing with me. Well, his version of it. While I sunbathed, he laid down next to me, fully dressed. But I enjoyed the company. I also had a class with each of them, we had lunch together every day, and we even worked in a daily group trip to the gym before breakfast at the cart. Dave had worked out a meal plan that I could live with, even with the occasional plate of fries. Luke and James had created a workout regimen that would help me maintain my muscles. My dedication to the gym seemed to inspire them, too, especially James. He attacked the weights with almost religious zeal. He was easily the largest of us, and he was working to keep it that way. And I had the best seat in the house to watch. The only part of my new life I hadn’t fully adjusted to was walking through a gym and no longer being the smallest guy. Guys I’d seen a dozen times in the gym who wouldn’t have given me the time of day suddenly had one of two reactions. If he was straight, he glowered and puffed up his chest like a gorilla showing dominance. I gave them a wide berth and internally pitied them. If he was gay or bi (or undecided), he said hello. It probably helped that no matter what gym shorts I wore, they were tight around my ass and my bulge. Every trip to the gym, none of the guys who said hello to me made eye contact. Some made it as high as my pecs, but most stared squarely at my crotch. One guy even offered to take me into the steam room for a hand job. Just like that. Right out on the floor in front of my friends. I declined. “Look at you, buddy, turning down sex,” Luke said as I worked through my set of curls. I grunted with exertion. “I don’t like being reduced to my cock,” I said. I did another rep. “There’s a person attached to these genitals.” Dave smiled coyly. “These days, there’s a lot of people attached to your genitals.” I had to laugh. He wasn’t wrong.

Chapter 10 For the third time in less than five minutes, I was rocked with extreme pleasure, as intense as the orgasm I’d just had. “Are you done cumming yet?” Victor asked. He mistook my bouts of growth for aftershocks of my orgasm. He wasn’t entirely wrong. I nodded silently, and removed my cock from him. It was an enormous ten inches of power. It was so hard, so full, that it felt like it was leading me, pulling me forward. Just the sight of ten throbbing inches of my dick somehow made me even harder. It still looked like my dick, the same general proportions, the same skin tone (though tan), the same puffy ridge by the head. But it was more. It was intensified. It was sex made flesh. I put a new condom on my cock. I struggled a little; this brand was designed for a smaller man. I applied a generous coat of lube, and then went back to Victor’s waiting, eager ass. When my cockhead re-entered, Victor let out a “Jesus!” But soon calmed down. “You feel even bigger.” Fearing Victor would make me even more of a porn star if I let him keep talking, I began pistoning back and forth at full speed. Deep in his own pleasure, Victor lost the ability to speak. I couldn’t get all of me in him anymore, but he was taking just shy of nine inches. With a little practice, he could take someone even bigger than me if he wanted. The thought of someone even bigger than me egged me on to ever faster penetration. We rutted for nearly half an hour. Victor had two more orgasms, his third coinciding with my second. When we were done, Victor rolled over and crashed into sleep. I felt strangely alive and electric in a way I never had before. I started to get dressed, when my brand-new boxers fought me. It was just then I noticed that my balls had grown, too. I’d just orgasmed twice, releasing a full load both times, and my nuts were now so big that I had to pull out the waistband of my boxers to negotiate around them. My deflated cock looked enormous; it looked twice as big as my old flaccid friend, but I didn’t trust my drunken, sex-soaked perspective. I shoved it into my boxers the best I could, but the front bulged obviously. The tightness of my jeans only accentuated the situation. It looked like I’d shoved a tennis ball or a pair of socks down the front of my pants. It was ridiculous. Then I saw my reflection in the dark window. This was unbelievably hot. That bulge on my new body—I was a sight to behold. Leaving Victor asleep, I went back downstairs to the party. It was still in full swing; it was only 1 AM. When I rejoined the party, I soon found James, Luke, and Dave sitting in a corner. James was sitting on the floor next to Luke’s chair with his back pressed up against the wall. Dave was sitting in Luke’s lap, and Luke was rubbing his hand up and down Dave’s thigh. Luke looked at me with a cheesy, boyish grin I hadn’t seen since high school. “So,” he said with a leading tone, “what did you and Victor get up to?” “You know very well what Victor and I did,” I said, rolling my eyes a little at how ludicrous Luke was being. “Twice.” He held his fist out. “Alright, buddy. Pound it!” “He already did,” Dave said as I lightly tapped Luke’s fist. “I knew that story about the homophobes on the basketball team was bullshit. I’ve been out on the soccer team since day one, and no one ever said anything. Hell, Dave comes to practice to ogle us with the other players’ girlfriends, and those guys strut and show off.” “They really do,” Dave said. “They’re preening peacocks, and I love them for it.” Redirecting, he asked, “So, how was it?” and took a sip from his bottle. “My cock grew three inches while I was inside him.” Dave spit out his beer. “Are you serious?” I pointed down to the bulge in my pants. “It seems my Big Guy responds differently during sex.” “Is that real?” Luke asked, then immediately cupped my crotch from underneath. “It feels real.” He bounced my crotch up and down. “Warm. Heavy.” “Who gave you permission to feel me up?” I asked. Luke tilted his head to one side. “I need to make sure it’s real.” “After everything you’ve seen recently, you still think it’s not real?” Dave moved Luke’s hand to the side so he could size up my new bulge. “It is heavy. Portentous.” James, not wanting to be left out, took his turn and gave me a playful squeeze. “Nice work, man.” “Would everyone kindly stop touching my junk?” “Sorry,” James said. “It was just so inviting.” “Yeah, well, it’s RSVP only,” I said while rolling my eyes. I’d liked them pawing at me, but I knew better than to encourage this behavior. “How big were you before fucking Victor?” Luke asked. “Seven inches, fully hard.” Luke’s eyes grew wide. “You’re ten inches now?” “Well, not now. Only when I’m hard.” “That’s fucking awesome!” Luke said. “This just keeps getting better and better.” “I’m just glad it happened after the showcase,” Dave said. “You’re ruining the line of your pants. “He’s ruining nothing,” Luke said. Dave giggled. “Only Victor.” “I don’t see what the big deal is,” James said. “You don’t see the big deal that I grew three whole inches while having sex?” “No.” James shook his head. “That sounds normal to you?” “It sounds hot.” “It was.” I admitted. Dave looked around. “Where is Victor?” “Upstairs. Asleep.” That cheesy, boyish smile returned to Luke’s face. “I bet he is, stud. After the workout you gave him.” “I, however, am wired,” I said. “Me too,” James replied as he stood up. He extended his hand to me and continued, “Wanna dance?” “Let’s.” James, Dave, Luke, and I made our way to the dance floor and danced the night away.

Chapter 9 Victor and I danced for three songs in a row. It was close, sweaty, and intense. I love how he towered over me. Eventually, Dave and Luke saw Victor and me dancing together, so they ran over to the DJ (a friend of Dave’s) and requested a slow song. I thought Victor would be scared away, but he just held me close and rested his cheek on the top of my head. I felt peacefully enveloped by this oak tree of a man and wrapped tight by the music. I’m not even entirely sure how we ended up in a bedroom on the second floor, but we did. The slow song had ended eons ago, but we were still swaying. “You’re really not mad at me?” “I was mad, but things have been too good these past two days to stay mad.” I leaned into his chest and inhaled deeply. I could smell his cologne and sweat, and could feel the slight prickle of his chest hair as it tried to fight its way through his shirt. “Would you…” he began. “Could we…” He really didn’t know how to finish this question. “Do you want to…” He trailed off again. “What are you trying to ask, Victor?” “It just, I’ve never been with a guy before. And I really want to. And I really want it to be you. But I don’t think I can ask you because…” I interrupted him by pulling him down into a kiss. My tongue explored his mouth, and our breathing synced. I pulled back and said, “I’ll go as far as you want.” “Did you come prepared?” he asked. I walked over to the bedside table and opened the top drawer. “We’re in a male theater major’s bedroom,” I reminded him. I pulled out the supplies and tossed them on the bed. “Of course, he has lube and condoms.” “So,” he said, excited. “What do we do next?” “Generally,” I said, popping the top two buttons of my shirt, “we get naked.” Overeager, Victor whipped his polo shirt over his head and threw it to the floor. His muscles were long and well-developed. I was delighted by the curling carpet of hair on his chest. I slowly finished unbuttoning my shirt, peeled it off, adjusting slightly to accommodate my larger shoulders. The shirt slithered off my body and whispered to the floor. I walked over to him, one foot directly in front of the other, until I was squarely in front of him. I placed my face in his chest hair and slowly rubbed it back and forth, intermittently kissing one pec or the other. Victor moaned quietly, practically a purr. His hands explored the wide expanse of my back, up and down, only briefly daring to go as low as my ass for a surreptitious touch. Without taking my attention off his chest, I moved my hands to his belt buckle. I undid it in a smooth gesture, then roughly pulled it out of the loops in one quick tug. I threw it to the side and unzipped his pants. They fell down to his knees, then bunched up. He momentarily stopped our caresses to kick his shoes off and peel off his boxers, pants, and socks. He was already fully hard, a serviceable five and a half inches of surprising thickness. I stepped on the heel of my left shoe with my right foot to remove the shoe, then reversed the process for my other shoe. As I brushed my shoes to the side with my left foot while removing my belt, Victor said, “You’ve definitely done this before.” I nodded and then opened my arms wide and down to the side, inviting him to step into me. “Your pants?” he asked, a little confused. “I was hoping you’d get those for me, captain.” Victor walked over to me and tried to take off my pants. He had a little trouble getting them over my thighs, but that was to be expected with their new circumference. He had to get down on his knees for better leverage. With a little effort, he got both my underwear and jeans off. Just starting to feel the slightest buzz, I was mostly hard, but not fully erect. Already front and center, Victor took me into his mouth and gently encircled my cock with his tongue. Soon, I was fully hard. Victor released me and, short of breath commented, “You’re pretty big, Chris. I was hoping you’d be on top, but now…” There was a note of fear in his voice. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to,” I reminded him. “We can just hold each other.” “I want to at least try. But go slow.” He leaned over the side of the bed, exposing himself to me. I leaned over and began stroking and caressing his ass, licking it gently, applying some of the lube, inserting and removing a finger, slowly working his hole. He moaned and gripped at the sheet, enjoying the process. I kept working him until he was primed. I coaxed my cock into a condom and slipped Victor over, pushing him a little further back on the bed so he didn’t lose his balance. “I want to look into your eyes as we do this. Cool?” “Cool.” His breath was catching, and his dick looked ready to explode. “Just keep doing it the way you’re doing it.” I held my cockhead against his hole until it opened up for me. With the first little thrust, Victor’s entire body tensed, but he didn’t cum. “Just relax and breathe,” I told him. “Relax and breathe. This isn’t a race, and I don’t want to hurt you. Relax and breathe.” I held my cock where it was, leaned over, and began kissing his torso until he dissolved and relaxed. Then, I continued pushing my length in. As this was his first time, I didn’t expect the whole seven inches to fit, but Victor, the champion athlete he was, took me to the hilt. When I bottomed out, I let him know, and he smiled. “Now the fun can really begin,” I said as I began thrusting in and out. I held one arm on his shoulder, the other twisted in his chest hair. Victor writhed each time my head prodded his prostate. Quickly, he came, spurting a milky load all over himself. Before I could even check in with him, he said, “Keep going. I want you to finish too.” I kept going, my rhythm getting faster and faster, until finally, I felt my cockhead swell. “I’m about to cum,” I told him. He nodded, still breathing raggedly. That time, when I thrust in, my whole body shook in orgasm. I held Victor’s shoulder tighter and pulled on his chest hair as my ass clenched and I bellowed uncontrollably. I collapsed into him, and before I could even remove myself, he asked me, “Can we go again?” Athletes. I nodded and reached over for a new condom. With my full length still inside of him, he said, “Thanks, Big Guy.” That same burst of pleasure radiated through my body. Coming so soon after an orgasm, I rocked back and forth for a moment before it subsided. I looked down to see what five more pounds looked like on my body, but my body looked exactly the same. Maybe it didn’t work through latex? But I’d felt growth. Maybe it worked differently during sex? Confused, I looked closer. Something had happened, but what? “What is it, Big Guy?” Victor asked. My head flew back as I filled with more erotic bliss and felt myself spool out a little further. But still, no new muscle. I didn’t know what was happening until I looked down at my cock. I had been fully inside him, but now two full, thick inches stuck out of him. I slid out of him a little, not all the way, just a little. I could feel all nine inches of my cock tingle with sexual anticipation. With one eyebrow raised, I smirked and said, “Say that one more time.” “Say what?” “You know,” I said. He grinned knowingly. “Big Guy.”

Chapter 8 I spent most of my Saturday at the theater with Dave learning my blocking. I’d passed out immediately after having dinner, even though I’d intended on enjoying myself a few more times before sleeping. My day really took it out of me. Dave woke me up at dawn, but I’d slept for almost ten hours and was full of energy, even without my usual coffee. He threw me in the shower and stood outside the stall, shouting instructions the whole time so I didn’t ruin my hair. We had a large and boring breakfast—mostly protein enriched oatmeal (who knew that was a thing?)—and then went to Dave’s favorite tanning salon. “I’d prefer to do it with the sun,” Dave sighed, “but we don’t have the time.” While I was being baked—nude so I didn’t have tan lines (apparently that mattered)—we ran over our lines again. By the time I had a tawny hue, I had the script down cold. Saturday morning and afternoon were likely the most repetitive hours of my life. The same scene, over and over again, for hours. We only took one break for lunch. Dave was mostly happy. Mostly. I couldn’t cry on cue. Despite that, he actually told me I had a knack for acting. If acting was always this repetitive, it wasn’t for me. At one point, I asked Dave why he cared so much about this showcase. It was just one scene. It wasn’t a full play or anything. “It’s the senior showcase,” Dave answered. “Only seniors get to be in it, and it’s the first show of the school year. You do well in the showcase, you have your pick of parts for the rest of the year.” “So, this is important?” I asked. “Only very.” He dismissed my worry with a flippant hand gesture. “You’ll be fine.” Curtain was seven, and ours was the last scene in the showcase, but we started getting into costume at five. It has never, in my life, taken me two hours to dress. But Dave agonized over every little aspect of every last thing. I was bigger than his former scene partner, so we switched costumes so both of our costumes were slightly tight. I was using Dave’s belt at a notch just below the one he normally used, so he got me a whole new belt so the leather wouldn’t look worn around one of the holes. I had trouble sitting still as Dave applied my make-up, and Dave had to try three foundations to find the one that matched my new tan. Despite the meticulous, painstaking detail-work, Dave never lost his temper or got frustrated. He was in his element. When it was finally time for us to go on, I was completely calm. In less than 48 hours, Dave had fully prepared me. I could’ve done the scene blindfolded. Which was good, because the only thing he didn’t tell me was how bright stage lights are. It was like staring in the sun. When the lights came up on our scene, I heard a familiar voice come from the audience. “Yes! Rock on!” James cheered and applauded loudly. I heard a rustle of commotion in what I could only imagine was Luke pulling James back down into his seat. The scene went perfectly. I didn’t drop a line, I did everything Dave had told me to do. I even managed to work up two or three tears at the end of the scene. Doing it in front of an audience just made it more real, somehow, and the tears came naturally. But when the scene ended, the audience was dead silent. “Dammit!” I thought. “I ruined Dave’s big scene. He’ll never forgive me…” That’s as far as I got in my self-doubt before the audience exploded into an eruption of applause. I tried to squint through the stage lights, and it looked like everyone was standing. Luke was loudest above all. When the curtains fell, I turned to Dave to congratulate him, and he tackled me in a hug. “You were phenomenal!” Dave said. “Me? Did you hear them cheer for you?” “Us, Chrissy. They were cheering for us. I’ve never had such a dedicated scene partner in my life. You never complained, you just put in the work.” He melted into a smile. “Next time we have to cram for chemistry, remind me of tonight so I don’t complain.” I was about to crack a joke, when Dave interrupted me. “Oh,” he said coolly. “My old scene partner has made his way backstage to congratulate me. I must needs rub my success in his face.” With that, Dave left me. I was only alone for a few second before I felt a swift slap on my ass. “Now that’s what I’m talking about, babe!” Luke shouted. I spun around, completely shocked. “Chris! Buddy! Sorry! Dave really made you look like him.” I rubbed my ass—he’d slapped it really hard. “Your Dave’s over there,” I said, pointing to the other side of the stage, where Dave was uproariously reenacting the very scene we’d just performed. “Thanks. Sorry again,” Luke said sheepishly as he ran to his boyfriend. No sooner had Luke gone then James came backstage, raced up to me, lifted me in the air, and spun me. Even with all my new bulk, James was strong enough to lift me effortlessly. His arms wrapped all the way around my waist and met his elbows on the other side he was holding me so tightly. “You were spectacular.” After we’d made two complete circles, he put me back down. “Thanks.” “No, for real. I really thought you were a mirror.” “Thank you, James,” I said through a laugh. “I like you blond. You should keep it.” “Maybe.” Luke walked back over to us. “Come on, James. Let’s go outside where there’s some air.” “Just let me get changed,” I said, “and we can all walk to the party together.” I changed in a flash, and we were on our way to the party. It was in a communal house off campus populated entirely by theater majors. The party was much more my scene. There was a DJ playing music, a designated dance area, and a rainbow of alcohol. A throng of buzzing people milled about, talking, telling stories. A small circle formed around Dave and me as we took turns recounting how we’d crowded a month’s worth of rehearsals into two days. No one asked how I got big so quickly. No one seemed to care. But everyone told me how good I looked. Whenever that happened, Dave said, “Thank you.” I wasn’t much of a drinker, but it was a party, so I asked Dave if I could drink. “You don’t need a permission slip. I’m not in charge of your food anymore, puppy.” He handed me a light beer. “But you might want to stick to these if you want to keep that girlish figure.” The night progressed with the four of us dancing (with each other and with other people), and more laughter, and the thirtieth recitation of how Dave and I had rehearsed. We were apparently the highlight of the showcase. After my third light beer, I turned to Dave and asked, “Do light beers have less alcohol than normal beers?” “No, why?” “Normally, after my second beer I’m sleepy and after my third beer I’m comatose.” “Ah,” Dave understood. “There’s more of you to soak up the booze. Pace yourself until you learn your new limit.” That was an unexpected upside to my new physique. Deciding not to push my luck, I went to the kitchen, took an unopened bottle of water from the fridge, and headed back to the dance floor. By the time I got back, Dave and Luke were intimately grinding up on each other, and James was in the corner having an intense conversation, so I decided to just dance by myself. “Mind if I cut in?” a familiar voice asked. It was Victor.

Chapter 7 The trip to the mall was a whirlwind. Dave stayed in the dressing room with me the whole time making sure I tried on every scrap of fabric he handed me and that my “lines were straight,” whatever that meant. Wearing clothes is an entirely different experience when some parts of you bulge out and other parts of you go in. In my past experience, clothes looked pretty much the same on the rack as me. Not anymore. Some of the clothes that looked amazing on the hanger looked distorted and misshapen on my body, and some of the clothes that looked pornographically too small ended up fitting just right. Dave made me try on approximately 700 articles of clothing, including a pair of leather pants. As soon as I had those on, I realized I was still bare-chested, so I asked, “What shirt goes with this?” He took a picture of me with his cell phone. “Those were just for me. For later. You can move on to the next outfit, now.” We ended up buying a closet’s worth of clothing. “Are you sure you’re okay buying all this?” I asked him. “Oh, yes. Mother gets worried about me if I don’t put the occasional dent in her credit card.” He then raised his eyebrows and added, “And I only bought things that look good on both of us. If you grow too big for these clothes, I just doubled my wardrobe.” When I handed back all the clothes we weren’t buying to the sales rep, her hand lingered on mine, she smiled brightly, and then she said, “Is there anything I can help you with personally?” I dismissed her because I was very ready to leave the clothes store, and she insisted she ring me up personally and drew a smiley face next to her name on the receipt. As soon as we were out of earshot, I asked Dave what that had all been about. “She was flirting with you,” Dave replied, matter-of-factly. The salon was similarly weird. Every place I’d ever gotten my hair cut before was staffed with middle aged, cigar-smoking men. The sorts of places that have deer heads on the wall and copies of Golfer’s Digest in the waiting area. This place looked the like a spa or a trendy hotel. Dave had called ahead and cashed in a few chits to get his favorite stylist, and he made sure this adorable morsel named Enrique washed my hair. Enrique took ten minutes to wash my hair, taking occasional breaks to massage my neck and shoulders in the trickling, warm water. His hands were dexterous and confident, but the whole time, he kept up a non-stop stream of idle chatter about his ex-boyfriend and the difficulties of buying a new mattress. When he was finally done washing my hair and out of earshot, I turned to Dave and asked, “What was that?” “He was flirting with you,” Dave replied, matter-of-factly. When we got to the stylist’s chair, Dave hugged the stylist, a short, energetic twink with a shock of blue hair. “Anthony, are you ready to work your magic on my good friend? Anthony kissed the air next to Dave’s cheek and took step back. He looked me up and down and said, “Aren’t you just a slice of terrific?” He escorted me to the chair and turned promptly back do Dave. “Same shade I use on you, right?” “You dye your hair?” I interrupted. “And if you tell Luke, I castrate you.” He returned his attention to Anthony. “Yes, same shade, same style, same everything.” For the next forty-five minutes, Anthony performed the task of copying Dave’s haircut on my head. The chemist in me wanted to know what strange alchemical brew he was applying to my scalp, but while Anthony worked his wonders, Dave drilled my lines into my head. We were the only two people in the scene, so half the lines were mine. This was going to be harder than he made it sound. When Anthony finished, I stared back into the mirror. All he could say was, “Gorgeous.” I agreed. I was a knockout as a blond. The next thing I knew, I was back at Dave’s dorm room. He was sitting on my lap and plucking my eyebrows. “I’m sure there are people at the mall who could’ve done this without straddling me,” I suggested. “I always do my own eyebrows, Chrissy. This means that today I do yours, and I have to get this close to see what I’m doing.” One eyebrow hair was particularly stubborn, so Dave had to lean in really close. My chest, so much larger than I was accustomed to, was pressed firmly up against his, our two hard bodies unrelenting and resolved. His sculpted rear end ground deeper into my crotch. My cock woke up and stretched itself to its full length. Feeling my erection, Dave readjusted his seat. “Thank you for a lovely compliment.” He got off my lap, gently patted my cock through my jeans, and added, “but we’re done.” I looked in the mirror hanging on the wall between his closet and his bed. I barely recognized myself. The haircut, the eyebrows… and I was just now noticing that with the extra muscle, my face was filling out in a noticeable but not overt way. “I grabbed a dinner for you at the mall and put it in my mini-fridge. It’s sickeningly healthy.” Dave was immune to paradox. “Call me if you need anything, and feel free to masturbate up the place. My roommate went home for the weekend.” As soon as Dave left, I stripped naked. Dave’s mirror wasn’t as big as Luke’s, but it was big enough for me to take in my entire upper body. I leaned against the wall, bracing myself with my left arm. Holding my whole body up with one arm made my bicep bulge and veins rise to the surface. Drinking in my musculature, I reached for my cock with my right hand. It felt strong and large against my dick. Yet somehow, familiar. The whole time I stroked myself, especially because of the black frame around the mirror, it felt like I was staring at a hot, blond TV star. It was only two minutes until I exploded. As I stared at my wide eyes and agape mouth, I realized that this was the first time I’d seen myself orgasm. That thought alone re-intensified the sensation, and I climaxed louder. I’d always been quiet in bed, but something about this big body demanded volume, both in decibels and seminal output. I was a little sad that it was over so quickly. I cleaned up my ejaculation and went over to the mini-fridge and pulled out dinner. As soon as I’d eaten, it would be time to go again. Round two would be slower and more self-indulgent.

Chapter 6 Dave pushed me down into my usual chair in the cafeteria with a thud. “Stay here,” he commanded like I was a dog. Luke held back his laugh as the two of them went off to gather our lunches. So much was familiar, and so much was strange and new. Dozens of times I’d seen Dave wear this outfit—royal blue dress shirt and just too tight jeans. But it was weird seeing it on my body, and even weirder that my body filled it out like Dave’s did. I sat in this chair for lunch nearly every day—we thought of it as our table. But with my recently enlarged ass, the chair felt small, and my view was higher by half an inch or so. It was a surreal experience. I shifted my bulk in the chair, trying to find a position that felt familiar, when I felt someone poking me in the back of the head with a tray. “That’s not your spot,” James said, pulling out the chair next to me, his customary seat. I turned around to attempt to explain. When he saw my face, he dropped his tray on the table, overturning his bowl of broccoli. His bowl of chicken teetered and wobbled, but stayed upright. “Fuck me, Chris!” After a pause, he added, “Fuck.” “That about sums it up,” I said. James slid into his seat, clapped his left hand to the back of my neck and shook it enthusiastically while patting my flat stomach with his right. “This is a you I really like.” “You’re not curious how I ballooned into a beefcake in one morning.” “Is that so unusual?” “Yes, James. Yes, that is very unusual.” “Are you sure?” “Am I sure that people don’t spontaneously put on 40 pounds of solid muscle in one morning? I think it would’ve been in the newspapers.” “What’s a newspaper?” His blank look indicated he had never heard that word before. “You don’t know what a newspaper is?” He cast his eyes to the side: shamefaced or guilty, I couldn’t tell. “Of course, I do. That was a joke. A joke where I pretended to be dumb.” I let it slide. James set about eating his lunch. I fell into a comfortable silence. Somehow, James being weird made me feel normal again. After his third or fourth bite, James looked up at me with a mischievous spark in his violet eyes. “What’s with the look?” I asked. “I thought you could read my mind. I expected you to slap me for that thought.” He hesitated, then added, “It was ungentlemanly.” A puzzled look colored my face. He didn’t know bagels or newspapers, but “ungentlemanly” tripped off his tongue. Before I could ask James anything, Luke and Dave came back to the table. Luke placed a tray mounded high with food in front of me. “Dig in,” Luke said as he sat in his chair opposite me. Dave, already seated, gestured to my tray. “What is this?” I asked. “Baked catfish, brown rice, and spinach,” Dave said flatly. “Yeah, I know that, but…” “I thought you liked catfish.” Disappointed, Dave’s voice rose into a higher register. “I love catfish,” I corrected, “but this is a river’s worth of catfish. And a meadow of spinach. I can’t eat all of this.” “Correction—you couldn’t eat all of this,” Dave stated. Luke explained. “It takes more fuel to power a body like yours, especially if you cut out the fries you usually have at lunch.” “I’m not naïve. I knew I wouldn’t have fries, but…” James tried to hide another furtive smirk. “Was that one ungentlemanly too?” I asked him. “If you only knew.” He chuckled sinisterly and took a bite from his fork. Ignoring James, I returned to Dave. “I’ll try to eat this, but I think most of this will go to waste.” Two minutes later, my tray was empty. Dave reached across the table to pat my head. “Good boy.” I sat there and recovered from shoveling food into my face. Luke and Dave explained to James everything that was happening. He had zero follow-up questions, so when Luke and Dave finished their lunch, we agreed that in order to hide my makeover, I’d spend the night in Dave’s room and we wouldn’t meet up until after the showcase. “I want you to get the full effect onstage tomorrow,” Dave said. “And there’s always a party after these sorts of things.” “I don’t know, babe” Luke said. “I don’t think you can make it through a whole night without me.” “Chris is spending the night in my room, not me.” “That makes more sense,” I added. With that decided, Dave stood up and grabbed everyone’s trays. James patted me on the back to say goodbye, adding, “Have fun shopping, Big…” Dave dropped the trays, spun around, and tore James’s hand off my back. “No, no, no, no, no! There will be no more Big Guys until after the showcase tomorrow night.” James looked down, castigated. “Keep your hands to yourself, mister,” Dave added, throwing James’s hand into his own lap. With that, he pulled me out of my chair and made a beeline for his car. “Are we just going to leave the trays on the floor?” I asked. “Luke will get them.”

Chapter 5 Pastel pink pulses and swirling silver sparks filled my vision. I was swallowed by a pleasure so intense that I felt gravity pull me in every direction like a whirlpool. I was simultaneously outside my body, an existence of pure joy and sensation, and inside my body, aware of every cell as I expanded outwards. Deep within the core of me, I roiled in the eddies of unbridled euphoria, no longer aware if I was standing or floating. When I came back to the world, I looked down to survey my new kingdom. I was still growing. I had already surged large enough to threaten the very limits of my clothing. I was panting rapidly to catch my breath, and my shirt burst off my expanding chest. My pecs were now large enough to extend out in supple roundness. My shoulders ripped through their respective sleeves as my shoulders crept their way into my peripheral vision. My biceps now were ripe and full, even unflexed. My back had started to expand and widen too, creating a taper down to my waist. I was still acting on reflexes, huffing for air to fuel my transformation. I tore off the shreds of my shirt and revealed that my waist, still at its former size, now sat below a six pack etched in a stark relief map of valleys and peaks. I had been so distracted by the intensity of my changes and the spectacle of my upper body that when I heard a loud pop, I didn’t immediately realize that the seat of my jeans had given way all at once. My ass had forced its way through the pants designed for a much smaller man. The seams down my thighs and calves were fraying slowly downwards, as the growing muscles of my legs unzipped the stitching. And then, calm. Seeing that the growth had subsided, Luke, with a gleam in his eye, pulled on the fabric around my waist. With a little effort, it gave, and there I stood, naked in my full majesty. Dave took a step back to admire me. “This will do nicely,” he murmured. Luke nodded, adding, “I’ll say.” Once I had finally caught my breath, my hands roamed all over myself. My body extended in dimensions it never had, like I was wearing an oversized suit of armor over my familiar, real form. If I didn’t feel my fingers press on the unrelenting flesh of my chest, I would’ve thought it was a stranger’s body. My exposed cock rose and hardened. I was so enrapt, I couldn’t speak. Suddenly, Dave’s face darkened. “I think we overdid it.” Luke moved over to stand next to Dave so he could see me from Dave’s point of view. He looked me up and down. “What do you mean? He’s perfect.” Dave dragged me to the scale. I was still pliant, so I followed. 150. “We made him bigger than me.” “Barely.” Luke said. “You’re still prettier.” “I know I’m still prettier,” Dave said. “But he’s bigger. I just became the smallest in our friend group.” “Two pounds,” Luke reassured. “It’s nothing.” Quickly but fastidiously, Dave removed his clothes until he too was naked. He pulled me down off the scale to compare our bodies side by side in Luke’s mirror. There were more obvious differences: he had a well-groomed thicket of dark blond chest hair whereas I was nearly hairless, he had a tan whereas I was still rather fair, and he had his foreskin whereas I was circumcised. But it was the subtler differences that Dave was interested in: my chest was a bit more prominent, my arms a little thicker, and my shoulders a hair broader. “It’s a good thing it’s not a nude scene,” Luke joked. “You’d need surgery to match.” When Dave looked down to compare our cocks—his was bigger—he noticed just how small my waist was. He stood behind me and wrapped his arms around my midsection. “I thought it was just because of his shoulders, but his waist is impossibly small. If he’d built this muscle naturally, I doubt he could’ve kept it this tiny.” Having come back into myself, I was about to ask Dave to let go when I felt his firm erection press against my ass. I broke out of his grasp, spun around, and backed away with my hands in the air. “Lower your weapon, soldier.” “Aye aye, sir,” Dave said with a salute and a wink. He gestured to his rigid eight incher. “But you armed me, Chrissy.” “It seems like you don’t care that I’m bigger than you, now.” “If you look good, I’ll look good.” Dave then threw one arm around Luke’s shoulders and pointed at him with the other. “And I like my men bigger. Besides, I’m still hunky, total pin-up material. You can’t take that away from me.” He smiled his full million-dollar smile. “Either you two need to get dressed, or I need to get naked,” Luke scoffed. Dave’s eyes bounced back between Luke and me, lurid ideas floating through his head. He was about to speak when there was an intense rumbling sound. “Was that my stomach?” I asked. “Or a truck drove through the room,” Dave replied. “That killed the sexy.” “Did you have lunch yet?” Luke added. “No. Nor breakfast.” Luke nodded. “That explains it. You just put on forty pounds of muscle, and you haven’t eaten all day.” Dave let go of Luke and began to re-dress. “So, a quick lunch, then to the mall.” “Lunch sounds amazing.” Dave stopped dressing to poke my stomach. He jammed his finger against one of my rock-hard abs, and it retained its shape like cement. “But I’m picking what you eat. I’m not having you ruin this glorious waistline before the showcase tomorrow night.” “Fine,” I said. “But can we go to the mall after my classes?” Luke looked at me quizzically. “You don’t have classes on Friday afternoon.” “It’s Friday?” “Indubitably,” Dave said, tucking his erection into his boxers. “Has been all day,” Luke confirmed. Time no longer made sense to me. “I need lunch,” I added, going to my dresser to grab some clothes. Luke laughed. “Your underwear might still fit, but nothing else will.” Dave had mostly finished dressing, but his shirt was still open and unbuttoned. He leaned over to fully examine my ass and my still erect cock. He straightened back up. “With those huge things, not even his tighty whities will fit. I’ll grab him an ensemble of mine, skivvies included. Back in a flash.” As Dave left the room, Luke followed, adding, “I should go with him or he’ll spend two hours picking you an outfit. Just cool your heels.” Alone in the room, I went to my closet and pulled out my favorite t-shirt. I’d had it since seventh grade. It was a plain green V-neck t-shirt with a pocket on the right side of the chest. I’d worn it and washed it so many times it had practically faded to grey. I wore it for sessions of intense studying, nights when we binge-watched Netflix, or times when I was feeling sick. It was the most comfortable shirt I owned, and I loved it. I held it against my torso. It looked like five sizes too small. “So long, old friend,” I said, and tossed it to the floor of my closet. I don’t know if I was talking to the shirt or myself.

Chapter 4 I knew they were attached at the hip. Luke grabbed Dave into the room and closed the door behind him. “How much did you see?” Luke asked. “Every last drop of it,” Dave replied, eyeing me up and down. “I held the door open a crack and watched the whole thing unobserved. It was practically Shakespearean.” “How’d you even open the door?” I asked. “It was locked.” “I gave him a key,” Luke said. “I didn’t think you’d mind. He’s here almost every night.” Dave strutted over to me and got in inch from my face. “And now I think I’m going to be here every night.” “I’m right here, babe,” Luke interjected. Dave turned around to look at his boyfriend. Then back at me. Then back at his boyfriend. “You’re hotter,” he said to Luke. He went over to his Luke and wrapped his arm around his waist. “I got distracted by the new and shiny.” Luke didn’t break the embrace but did pull away a little. “Forgive me?” Dave said and kissed Luke’s neck. Luke blushed a bright scarlet and pushed him away. “Alright, alright. Just keep your tongue in your head.” Dave looked back at me. “But there are so many new places to put it.” He circled me like a wolf surveying its prey. “How do you even fit in those clothes?” He was right. I looked like a stuffed sausage. I’d always been a small fellow, so I bought my clothes in sizes like small and extra small. Putting on 20 pounds in a day had forced my clothes into shapes they were not designed for. My shoulders had pulled my shirt so tight that my newly-present pecs were forcing the front of the shirt to pucker. My biceps, though still humble, had grown large enough to force the insufficient sleeves to begin to ride up. My jeans were the bigger issue. I liked those a bit tighter than my shirts, so my thighs and ass were filling them out dangerously. If I bent over suddenly, something would have to give. “I grew into them.” “You’re growing out of them,” Dave rejoindered. Luke tried to help, offering, “If you’re going to be bigger, you’re going to need bigger clothes.” Dave’s eyes flashed, and then he shook with excitement like a little kid. “Shopping! Yes! We need to go shopping!” “Shopping?” I said bluntly. “Aren’t either of you curious how I’m growing?” “It’s a gift horse, Chrissy,” Dave said, patting my cheek. “You don’t look for its mouth.” Luke chimed in with, “It’d be like asking how much a Christmas present cost.” I shrugged in defeat, causing the seams of my shirt to struggle just a little. “Oh yeah, buddy,” Luke said, practically moaning. “Do that again.” “I just shrugged. “ “Yes, but with 20 pounds of extra beef and a super tight t-shirt, it was fucking sexy,” Luke pointed out. So, I shrugged. Dave began circling me again, looking me up and down. This time, he looked more like a demolition expert deciding where to plant the dynamite. He had one finger on his lips, and his other hand was moving through the air, pointing at different parts of my body and drawing invisible lines. After thirty seconds, he stopped moving and let out a disappointed harrumph. “Well, I support the choice of tight jeans, but this,” he grabbed my t-shirt. “Can you explain this?” “Your Luke wears t-shirts all the time.” “Luke is an athlete. It’s part of his look.” “Thanks, babe,” Luke echoed. Dave scrutinized me closely. “What even is your look?” I stood there silent. “As I thought. It’s not completely unsalvageable, but since we’re buying bigger clothes anyway, I suggest a full makeover.” “What?” I ventured, but Dave wasn’t listening. “To start with, until you get a tan, I’d stay away from bright colors. Dark blues, dark purples. You’re going to want wear something like a Henley, anything to draw as much attention to your shoulders and chest. Maybe dress shirts—something with a collar—and a navy blazer because that goes with most everything. And, for God’s sake, Chrissy. Sneakers? Are you a cat burglar? No. You need some nice brogues, like an Oxford. Or a short boot. Maybe something suede.” Then, under his breath, he added, “But I don’t know if I can trust you with suede yet.” After that litany, I stood there stunned. When my senses came back to me, all I could manage was, “I can’t afford all of that.” “Well, of course I’m paying,” Dave said. “You teach me chemistry, I teach you style.” Luke coughed lightly to get our attention, then said, “Uh, babe? You described your clothes.” Dave looked down at his eggplant purple dress shirt, tight jeans, and suede chukkas. “So, I did.” He shrugged. “Now that he’s put on a little mass, we do have similar body types. I mean, we’re about the same height, similar noses, same eye color…” A mischievous grin crawled across Dave’s face. “Would you be willing to go blond?” “What? Why?” “I’ve got that showcase tomorrow night…” he trailed off. Luke, who clearly knew something I didn’t, beamed broadly and said, “That’d be so hot.” “What about the showcase?” I said. “We’re all going.” “My scene partner backed out.” “And?” “And, it’s a scene about an alcoholic confronting his mirror image.” It took me a second to process what he was hinting at, but as soon as I had it, I exploded. “No. Definitely not.” “Why not?” “I’ve never acted a day in my life.” “Yeah, but you can command a crowd. I’ve seen it at every party and karaoke night we’ve been to. Half of acting is confidence and stage presence.” “I don’t know the lines.” Luke scoffed. “A smart guy like you could learn them in an afternoon.” I felt trapped in a corner. I only saw one way out: appeal to Dave’s ego. “Even if I wanted to do it—even if—there’s no way I could copy your smile. Tom Cruise couldn’t copy your smile.” “True.” Dave smiled in agreement. “But there’s no smiling in this scene, Chrissy. It’s a sad scene.” I backed away from Dave, accidentally kicking the scale. “Okay, sure, I’ve gotten bigger, but you’ve still got 10 pounds on me. Maybe more like 20. Easily.” Dave took a step forward to bridge the distance. He gingerly placed his right hand on my cheek and said, “That’s easy enough to fix, Big Guy.” Racked with a cascade of pleasure, I felt my body surge a bit bigger. My chest blossomed a little more prominently, my arms felt constrained by the sleeves. The seams near my shoulders started to stretch. If my jeans had been tight before, now they were second skin. “You in?” I acquiesced. Dave deftly stepped around me and stood on the scale. All three of us looked down at the number together: 148. “Two more times oughta do it,” Luke said. “Want to do it together?” Dave teased. The thought hadn’t occurred to Luke. “God, yes,” he said. “We don’t know that’ll work,” I said. Sure, I liked being bigger, and I liked the attention, but this! This was too much all at once. “One way to find out,” Dave said, putting his hand on my right shoulder. Luke put his hand on my left shoulder. At the same time, they both looked at me and said, “Big Guy.”

Chapter 3 Walking back to my room was a revelation. I could no longer deny it; I was growing. Every part of my body made it clear with new sights and sensations. I could feel my ass move in my pants. Whenever I walked up an incline, I could feel it bunch and the denim of my jeans stretch a little in an attempt to accommodate. My shoulders, while not a mile wide, were noticeably bigger. My shirt was being pulled away from me. If I moved too quickly, I would get a little peek of my midriff. I had never felt sexier. The climb up to my room compounded every sensation. I never knew how much my ass was involved in going up a flight of stairs until I had more ass to use. I actually went all the way down to the bottom of the stairs just so I could climb it twice. The four flights up to my room had never winded me or exhausted me, I was in decent enough shape, but it had also never been this easy. Or thrilling. When I got to my room, I locked the door behind me. I had no idea when Luke was getting home from the gym, and I wanted a good warning. As soon as I was convinced that I wouldn’t be interrupted, I shucked off all my clothes, practically in one fluid motion. I was bigger, but I wasn’t so big that my clothes stuck. Luke had a full body mirror on the inside of his closet door, so I was able to look at myself from head down to toes. I was hot. I was no longer just a straight line. My body looked like a man’s body. I was still small by most definitions of small, but I was used to looking practically two-dimensional. Now, I felt like a giant. When I flexed my arm, a noticeable bicep formed. When I rubbed my flat stomach, there was resistance, and—maybe I was kidding myself—the faintest ridges. I had to check, so I flexed my stomach, and a four pack came into slight relief. I couldn’t stop myself from beaming as I looked at every inch of my body. My legs didn’t look anemic, but rather looked like I was a recreational runner. My chest was no longer concave, but rather looked like I was a routine swimmer. My arms, the part of myself I had always been most insecure about, no longer looked like twigs, but rather like I could throw a football back and forth with the guys. I remembered back in high school when everyone was going through puberty, I just got taller and hairier. Everyone else’s body changed shape. Some people, like Luke, had bodies that fairly exploded into male pulchritude. For the first time in my life, I looked at my body and saw that I was a man. I felt manly. I had to see how much I weighed. I’d been roughly 110 pounds since I turned 18. No matter how much I worked out, no matter how much I ate, I stayed a pretty consistent 110. I pulled out Luke’s scale (the one he thought I didn’t know about) and jumped on it. It was a weird electronic one with a lot of options I didn’t fully understand, but as it blinked and twinkled, the number on the display swirled in red circles. After a second or two, a number popped up. 125. That had to be wrong. 15 pounds? People don’t spontaneously gain 15 pounds. I stepped off and back on. It still said 125. I turned the thing off and on again. Maybe it needed to recalibrate. It still said 125. Maybe it was skewed heavier to boost Luke’s ego. So, I grabbed one of his free weights that had 25 pounds written on the side. The scale said it weighed 25 pounds. The scale was accurate. I weighed 125 pounds. In the course of one morning, I had somehow gained 15 pounds. This was fantastic. I had never felt like more of a sexual being. Leaving the scale out, I went back to Luke’s mirror. The more I examined every square inch of my body, the more my cock wanted to come into play. I wrapped my hand around my full seven inches. Even my hand felt stronger on my cock. I started to stroke myself, getting off on my own reflection, when I heard the doorknob turn. “Seriously, buddy?” Luke said from the other side of the door. I dashed to the other side of the room to put my clothes back on, skipping my underwear because I wouldn’t have enough time. Luke was audibly rustling through his bag for his key. I had my pants on and buttoned when I heard Luke enter his key into the lock. I threw my t-shirt on over my head and crashed into my desk chair just in time for Luke to open the door. “Back so soon?” I asked. Luke was freshly showered and in new clothes, his cheeks still red from earlier exertion. He had gotten in a full workout. But I’d just seen him ten minutes ago, right? I glanced at my alarm clock. I had been staring at myself for over an hour. I used to mock Dave for doing things like that, and now I was doing them. “Why’d you lock the door?” Just as Luke asked the question, he happened to look down at my crotch and saw my hard-on pressed against the fabric of my pants. “Oh, right,” he said. “I need to rub one out too when I’m feeling sexy.” “That’s not why I locked the door.” Luke shook his head, closed the door, and put his bag down on his bed. “It’s cool, buddy. I don’t care. We all do it. Hell, I did it in the shower at the gym.” “Dave wasn’t there to help you finish off?” “We aren’t attached at the hip.” I took my in. “So, you’re alone.” I got up and locked the door. I couldn’t hide my growth any longer, and I needed to tell someone about what was happening to me. Luke, the skeptic of the group, could help me explain it to everyone else. Luke completely misinterpreted my actions. “Look, I’m flattered, but Dave and I haven’t had the whole ‘open relationship’ talk yet, and…” I cut him off. “I’m not trying to seduce you. I need confirmation.” “Of what?” “That I’m not going crazy.” I took a breath and finally asked, “Do I look bigger?” “Yeah, you do. We went over this by the cart. I guess you have been working out. Good for you.” “No, I haven’t been. And yet, I’ve put on 15 pounds.” “If this is some kind of fantasy role play…” I interrupted him again. “I’m not trying to seduce you, Luke.” Luke sat on his computer chair. “Okay. This isn’t your sense of humor, so this isn’t a joke. If this isn’t a seduction, then you must think this is actually true.” “It is true.” Luke pointed to his scale. “Is that why this is out?” “Yes. I’m up 15 pounds.” He slid the scale closer to me with his foot. “You’ve been 110 since high school, right? Weigh yourself in front of me.” I stepped on the scale, and it registered 125. Luke shoved me off. “Why’d you fuck with my scale?” “I didn’t.” “Yeah, right. We’ll see.” He got on the scale himself. “I weighed myself at the gym, and I know I’m 172.” The scale agreed with him. “How are you growing if you’re not working out?” “I think it happens whenever someone calls me Big Guy.” “Really?” Luke said flatly, unconvinced. “There’s an easy way to test this.” A smirk slowly spread across Luke’s face. “So, this is some fantasy role play shit after all.” “No. Look, just call me Big Guy.” Luke sighed. After a needlessly long pause, he said, “Big Guy.” Nothing happened. After a few seconds, Luke said, “Nice try, but Dave and I are monogamous, at least for now.” Something wasn’t right. I flashed back to Victor and James. What was different? Insight. “You have to touch me!” I practically shouted. “What?” “When Victor and James made me grow, they were both touching me.” I grabbed Luke’s arm and put his hand on my shoulder. “Call me Big Guy one more time while touching my shoulder, and if nothing happens, I’ll let it go.” Resignedly, Luke let out, “If it’ll make you happy. Big Guy.” My skin tingled over with ripples of sheer ecstasy. For a moment, I was just rolling with the feeling, then I was back to reality, and my clothes were uncomfortably tight. I was too big for them. “What was that?” Luke asked. “Was that a trick? You swelled up a little right in front of me.” I brushed Luke’s arm off my shoulder and stepped back on the scale. It read 130. “That was five more pounds,” I said, pointing to the scale. Luke looked to confirm. Our door room door opened. Dave stood there, his smile wider than I’d ever seen it. “That was hot.”

Chapter 2 The cart was the best place to get coffee and snacks on campus. It’s this little kiosk in front of the library. When we got breakfast, we’d always get it from the cart and then either sit at one of the picnic tables or on the grass. When I showed up, Dave and Luke were already sitting on the grass, Dave’s head in Luke’s lap. “What took you so long?” Dave asked, goofy smile spreading across his face. Dave’s smile was his biggest asset. His toned body, his perfectly styled blond hair, his clothes—those he worked at, almost to the point of vanity. His smile, though, was winning and natural, a movie star’s smile if ever there was one. I sat down on the ground, tossing my bag by the nearest tree. “How did you get here before me?” “I left when you did.” “You could’ve tried to learn the material without me.” Dave laughed. Still in his boyfriend’s lap, he replied, “I only took chem ‘cause I knew you’d help me. Studying gives me wrinkles.” I adjusted myself on the grass. My pants felt unusually tight around my ass, and the bottom of my shirt kept riding up, not enough to show flesh, but enough to be mildly frustrating. “Are you sure you’re okay?” Luke asked. “You sounded a little weird on the phone.” He ran his fingers through Dave’s hair as he spoke to me. “I was in a bathroom.” Luke and I knew had the same hometown. We’d been friends since middle school, and most of his personality hadn’t changed since then. He was always dressed in tight shorts and a t-shirt, even in winter. He had great legs and a great ass, and was not afraid of showing either off. He kept his brown hair super short so he didn’t have to fuss with it, and he usually hid his brown eyes behind a pair of sunglasses, but today was slightly overcast, so he left the glasses tethered to his shirt collar. Before college, Luke and I had been friends, but we really didn’t run in the same circles. Luke was on the soccer team and had all the jock friends. I was captain of the science club and hung out with all the stoners in the AV club. We weren’t exactly sure how our friendship survived the cliquishness of high school, but we’d entered college closer than ever. In fact, we decided to be roommates freshman year so we wouldn’t have to play roommate roulette. Three years later, we were still roommates. “No, there’s something different,” Luke insisted. Dave smiled. “Little Chrissy’s been working out.” “What? No!” I insisted. “Really?” Dave asked, sitting up. “Hmm.” He appraised me. “No, I guess maybe not. You looked a little bigger when I was lying down.” Luke faked a whimper. “My lap’s cold.” Dave made an obsequious half-bow. “Where are my manners?” He put his head back on Luke’s thigh. Luke returned his attention to me. “You do look good today. New shirt?” “I wear this shirt all the time.” While the three of us had been talking, James came over and sat down. In one hand, he had a to-go cup of coffee. In the other, he had a bagel in a bowl. “Did you know they make toast-flavored donuts?” he asked. “It’s called a bagel, James,” Luke said. James smiled brightly. “Right. It was a joke. A joke about bagels.” I never knew when James was joking. As James took his first bite, he turned to look at me. “Chris!” He sounded genuinely surprised. “I’ve been here the whole time.” “You weren’t you from behind.” I shook my head. “Everyone says I look good today. Maybe that’s what you saw.” “No. You were a you who wasn’t you, you know?” Luke shook his head. “You following this, buddy?” he asked me. “When James gets like this, I need a translator.” “He didn’t recognize me.” “That’s what he said?” James nodded. “Why, what did you think I said?” Luke chuckled and returned his attention back to me. “Dave said Victor talked to you in chem lecture and then you ran away. I want details.” The whole time we spoke, Luke kept stroking Dave’s hair. Dave, who was enjoying his Luke’s ministrations, had closed his eyes. Looking half-asleep, he chimed in: “Dave said Chris ran away holding a bag in front of his crotch.” James returned his bagel to its bowl. “Really?” “Have you guys heard of that ASMR stuff?” “Nope,” James said. Luke, however, had. “Those web videos of people whispering into microphones and crinkling paper and stuff?” “Exactly.” Dave smiled and opened his eyes. “I did one of those videos once. Got forty thousand hits the first day.” “Good for you, babe,” Luke in a playfully dismissive way. “But we’re talking about Chris.” “Right. Sorry. Go ahead,” Dave said as he closed his eyes again. I recounted the whole story to the guys, and they seemed convinced that I was, in fact, fine. James leaned in really close. His right pec brushed my shoulder. It was firm and forceful. He whispered into my ear, “Is this what does it for you?” It felt nice, but not in the same way it had back in class. “Very funny, James.” He leaned back and continued to eat his bagel. “I try.” “I think the part that really got me going was that he called me Big Guy.” “He called you Big Guy?” Dave said with a slightly cutting tone. “I know he was being sarcastic. Like calling a bald guy Curly, but I liked it when he called me Big Guy.” “Whatever floats your boat,” Luke said. He patted Dave’s head to indicate he was about to stand up. “If there is no crisis, then I’m going to go the gym. Some of the guys from the team are getting in an extra workout.” Dave’s eyes bolted open. “Can I come watch?” “Sure, babe,” Luke said with a small laugh. They got up and walked away, throwing a wave when they got as far as the library. When it was just the two of us, James locked eyes with me. “I like it.” “Like what?” “I like it all. I like that he apologized to you, that you got your rocks off without ruining your pants, and that you look really hot today.” “Well, thanks, James,” I said. “That is a weird way of wording it.” “I mean it,” he said, standing up. Before he left, he affectionately rubbed my back for a second and said, “Keep it up, Big Guy.” Then he walked away. I felt that same euphoric wave wash over me. After a few seconds, I was back to normal, but all my clothes were even tighter.

Chapter 1 I was dreading chemistry class. He was going to be there: Victor. He was the asshole who rejected me so hard I cried by the dumpsters. It was a couple of days after he rejected me, and I just was not looking forward to seeing his smug face. But I was a chem major, so I wasn’t going to let him chase me out of a class I needed to graduate. I made sure to get to class early so I could get an unobtrusive seat in the back row. I normally sat down front next to Dave, but he’d forgive me for ditching him today. Chem lecture was in one of those auditorium-style classrooms with about 100 students. Chem lab, where we practiced what we learned in lecture, were much smaller 15-20 student groups. Since Victor and I didn’t have the same lab, I might be able to avoid him in the crowd. I blend into a crowd. Victor really stands out. He’s captain of the basketball team. Hell, part of what drew me to him was that he’s seven inches taller than me—tall men just do it for me. And when the captain of the basketball team came out as bi, I thought I finally had a chance with him. Unfortunately, I was very, very wrong. So now, I was hiding in chem class. If I just hid well enough, I doubted he’d seek me out. As class began, I didn’t see Victor or his beautiful face anywhere. Maybe he skipped lecture today. That would really be the best outcome. I took out my notebook and began taking notes. It was ten minutes into class when things went haywire. I was in the back row, but there was a walkway behind that. There must have been a door back there I’d never seen. I was innocently listening to the professor and taking notes when I felt a large hand on my shoulder. I looked over my shoulder and saw Victor. His bright brown eyes, his perfectly coifed hair, his taut body, and a tuft of chest hair peeking out from the collar of his polo shirt. “Hey, Big Guy,” he cooed. I swooned. I didn’t even mind the ironic nickname. He was so close to me, and so handsome, and the physical contact. A shiver of pure bliss overtook my whole body. “Victor,” I managed to say. This was followed by an overly long, uncomfortable pause. “I’m trying to take notes.” “I see that,” he said. He leaned in closer so his mouth was right up against my ear. “I’m sorry I was so terrible the other day. It’s just, I’m fresh out of the closet. College athletes are among the biggest homophobes I’ve ever met. If you’d asked me in private, I would’ve taken you down gently. But you asked me in public, and I freaked out.” “That’s okay,” I lied. I just wanted him to keep talking. His whispers were warm and welcoming, and if I’d been standing, my knees would’ve buckle. “It’s not okay. I’m new to all of this. I still don’t want to go out with you, but you didn’t deserve that.” “Thanks.” “We good, Big Guy?” Again, my body shook in a wave of pleasure. Was that… did I just orgasm? From him whispering in my ear? I couldn’t have just spontaneously jizzed myself in front of the captain of the basketball team. Not while he was trying to apologize. “We good,” I whispered. I brushed his hand off my shoulder, grabbed my books, and raced out of the room through the back door I’d never seen before. I fled to the nearest bathroom, ducking over in a vain attempt to hide my crotch. When I got to the bathroom, I threw my books down and locked myself in a stall. I bent over to survey the damage. I was dry as a bone. And I wasn’t even at half-mast. Was this one of those ASMR things I’d heard about online? I’d never experienced one before, but if that’s what this was, I would start watching all of those videos all the time. I left the stall and went to wash my face and hands. When I looked up and saw myself in the mirror, I did a double take. I looked good. I looked real good. I had a glow about me; I looked healthier. The lighting in this bathroom was amazing. Even my clothes looked better: they didn’t completely hang off my body. Next time I had a date, I was getting ready in this bathroom. While I was admiring myself in the mirror, my phone rang. Thankful I wasn’t in the lecture when that happened, I answered it. “Hey, Luke. What’s up?” “Chris, buddy! Dave saw you hightail it out of chemistry.” “How’d he tell you so fast?” “He texted me. He always texts me during chem lecture.” “Ah, no wonder he needs my notes.” “What can I say? He can’t be without me for more than fifteen minutes.” I rolled my eyes. As much as I was encouraged by the nascent romance between Luke and David, their lovey-dovey phase was a touch obsessive. “Why did you call?” “Checking in on my buddy. You need to talk? Dave says Victor cornered you.” “Was he paying attention to the lecture at all?” “Of course not. That’s why he sits next to you.” I laughed. Dave need a science class to graduate. Any science class. He was a theater major and thought it would hurt his craft to actually learn anything like math or chemistry. I redirected. “Well, I’m good. Victor apologized for dumping me so spectacularly.” “Cool. Late breakfast?” I could tell from his tone that he was unconvinced. “Sure,” I said, admiring myself once more. “Awesome. Dave and James will meet us at the cart.” “Chem lecture lasts for another hour.” “And if you’re not there, he has no reason to be.” “True. See you at the cart.”

Really liked the image in my head of him stretching after overtaxing a bus~

Part 7: Another Chance Through the pouring rain, Alison saw the bright gleam of the medallion like a steady beacon, but it was down at ground level. Adam's still knocked out, she guessed. Maybe she could grab it before he awoke and dominated the school once again. But after just a couple steps into the courtyard, she could see what happened to Adam. He was back to his small, scrawny form. She picked him up like a small child cradled in her arms and brought him out of the rain as Bryce ran over. "What happened?" Bryce asked. Alison replied, "Adam used the necklace, but there's no moon tonight, and it wasn't charged, so I guess it absorbed all his power. And some of mine." Only then did Bryce notice that she was a bit smaller. "Help me," gasped Adam. "I'm weak and cold." They brought Adam to Bryce's room; it was closest. Bryce took the medallion off Adam and changed him into dry clothes as Alison warmed up some canned noodle soup. They debated bringing Adam to the medical center, but Alison admitted that she also felt drained for a bit but was otherwise unharmed. She expected Adam to recover with some rest, and Bryce hoped she was right. Adam deserved some retribution or penance, but not death. Adam ate the soup and some of Bryce's snack food before falling asleep. He slowly looked less pale and fragile and Bryce stayed with him as Alison took the brightly shining medallion away. Alison was a bit worried about Adam, but found herself very happy about the night's outcomes. Adam was still a threat, she supposed, but a much more manageable one. There was even the hope that the medallion would no longer work for him at all. But what was perhaps even better was her shrinkage. She was now so much more comfortable navigating the halls and doors of the school. She estimated herself to be about an inch shorter than Adam was before. She was still a beautiful powerful beast that could easily break power-lifting records with muscles that bulged and rippled over her body. But she felt she regained some of her humanity by flying a little closer to being normal and not seeing completely everything as toy- and kid- sized. Being a goddess was fun, but a demi-goddess was more practical. Still, she wasn't so small that she didn't have to twist and/or duck through some doors. Maybe she could still shrink another couple of inches; she'd likely retain the title of most powerful woman in the world. Alison decided to wait to see the long term effects on both her and Adam of the last exposure to the power of the medallion. Besides, the stunning brightness of the medallion clearly showed that it was primed to offer its power, not take any away. By the next day, Adam did recover physically. In fact, he was in better shape than he was at the start of the school year, with an athletic swimmer's build. He guessed that since Alison was drained too, the medallion didn't drain him completely, so he owed her that. He guessed that she also protected him from retaliation by other students, or maybe they considered that he might regain his power and glory as easily as he lost it. A couple weeks later, Adam marveled that he was having lunch again with Harry, Bryce, Chris, and even Kyle. Alison was organizing a holiday-themed ultimate frisbee hat tournament to benefit muscular dystrophy, and Adam was also surprised that he was helping her. "This is your second chance to be real friend and teammate," she explained to him. Alison, Bryce and Sandra were still a threesome, and Alison offered to share some of the medallion's power with them, but they were happy being her perfectly human devotees. Harry and Kyle, on the other hand, jumped at the opportunity. "Yes!" Harry exclaimed. "I get a second shot at being a muscle stud!" Bryce and Alison explained their plan to both of them, "We're not sure if this will work, but once the moon is back during midnight, both of you will hold the medallion and see if it shares its power between you." Harry agreed, but Kyle seemed reluctant to share. Alison explained to Kyle some of the practical difficulties with being a hulking giant who literally could not fit in a human world. She argued that even sharing the medallion's power, Kyle would likely become larger than even her. He was already a tall, handsome athletic jock, and the medallion now shined brighter and dazzled the beholder more than it ever did. It was supercharged with more than enough to share, and maybe too much for one person to handle. She also secretly shared with him that she was thinking of using the medallion after it was drained again to shrink a bit more and she would happily give that additional power to Kyle or whomever he wanted. Unvoiced, Alison thought Kyle might have a girlfriend that could use some size and strength to survive having sex. She secretly wished that Bryce was bigger and able to satisfy her better. Kyle was distracted as always by the rippling of her arms and shoulders as she talked and even the muscles in her neck flexed powerfully as she looked down at him. But he heard enough of her speech and the determination in her voice to agree to try her approach. The following week, back in the familiar courtyard on a clear, moonlit night, Alison and Bryce stood opposite Harry and Kyle who each had a grip on the brilliant jewel-like medallion that lit them both as much as any other light. Even in the evening coolness, they were sweating from wearing several layers, a suggestion of Alison who anticipated the need for clothing that fit. As midnight approached, Alison and Bryce stepped well away and guarded the passage between the courtyard and the quad from passersby. Looking back, Alison noticed that the medallion slightly pulsed seemingly in anticipation. Midnight chimed and this time the medallion flashed as bright as a nuclear explosion. Alison woke to see Bryce lying next to her, also waking up. They checked that they were unchanged and both looked into the courtyard and saw a pair of monsters rise from the ground. Harry was almost as big as Alison, but he looked almost normal-sized compared to the eight-foot-tall muscle beast standing next to him. Harry felt over the thick chest that stretched his shirt, but quickly got distracted and gaped at what the medallion had done to the jock's body. Kyle felt over the huge, thick muscles that rippled under his clothing before quickly taking off his hooded sweatshirt, two t-shirts and two tank-tops to reveal his hulking glory. The clothing fell to the ground and looked like a pile of picnic blankets. "Yes!" roared Kyle, as he forcefully pushed his track pants down to reveal mammoth legs and barely noticed that he destroyed the waistband of the pants in the process. He stepped out of the pants and more carefully took off the two shorts and two jock straps he wore. Harry, Alison and Bryce continued to stare silently at the god revealing himself to them. Kyle was like a cartoon superhero come to life, only even bigger and definitely X-rated. Bryce noticed the fire hose between Kyle's legs that was just starting to swell and stiffen, and turned to see Alison noticing it, as well. It was only with Alison that Bryce felt inadequate in that area and he began to regret passing on the opportunity to be able to fuck Alison with a tool that could really please her. "Holy shit!" Harry finally managed to say. "How come it didn't work on you?" Kyle asked, with a voice that boomed and rumbled in the courtyard that seemed so much smaller, and pointing at the dull medallion on a chain around Harry's neck. "It did," Harry replied looking at the changed medallion, "a little." Harry again scanned his own bulges of muscle that were obvious even under four layers of clothing, and he figured he easily surpassed the roommate he previously envied, but still felt dwarfed next to Kyle and walked disappointed over to Alison and Bryce who just realized how much they were staring at Kyle. Kyle again felt over the warm power of his rock-hard muscles, arms bigger than his legs used to be, pecs thick enough to block his view of abs that felt like a brick wall, lats that spread behind him like armored wings, a lower back and ass that solidly supported his massive upper body, and legs that felt like rockets, ready to launch him across the earth. He finally noticed his hardening cock, the sight of which made it expand and rise further. Despite wanting to jack off that glorious pole right there and then, Kyle took a deep breath and willed it to behave for now. Alison and Bryce turned to the approaching Harry as Kyle put on a jock and shorts and bundled the rest in the super-large hoodie. "Thanks, Alison," Kyle said, trying to lower his voice that still easily carried across the courtyard. "This feels amazing," he added as his gargantuan legs rolled around each other and his arms slightly compressed against his lats with each step. "I feel like I have superpowers. I'm so buzzed right now." Alison was surprised by how much taller and wider Kyle was than she. Alison didn't feel so big anymore. "How come he's so much bigger than me?" Harry asked her, waving the medallion at her. "I thought we were splitting it?" Alison shrugged, "I don't know Harry, maybe Kyle was holding more of it." "Well, can we use it on me again? I'm not even as big as you!" Harry complained "You're still plenty big," Alison retorted, "but we could try it again, I guess. Maybe take a little from me instead of a full-" "And I could go again, also," Kyle added as he produced a second medallion from his bundle of clothing. Only then did Alison notice that both medallions had changed shape.