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Sam, the Unstoppable Chapter One Sam thought he had won the lottery. His 19 year old boyfriend was a real-life, bulging with muscles, bodybuilder. He discovered his love for muscle when he was 12 and stumbled across a YouTube channel of a well-known professional bodybuilder. That day, he spent hours falling down a rabbit hole of huge, freaky muscle and never looked back. Sam however, was the farthest thing from muscular himself. While his love of muscle grew over the years, he was 18, 5’8” and a skinny 153lb. In fact, aside from his boyfriend, Sam didn’t have much going on in his life. He dropped out of collage after one year, his parents allowed him to keep his small apartment on the condition he got a job. Sam begrudgingly found a job at a big-box fulfillment warehouse that kept him living on his own. The job was easy so Sam didn’t mind too much. With his parents paying his rent, his job provided him money for video games and takeout, pretty much all Sam did when not working. When Ben popped up on the hookup app, Sam almost didn’t swipe. Sam assumed, like most fit guys, Ben would be uninterested in a shrimp like him but to his surprise, they hit it off immediately. Sam couldn’t hide is love for Ben’s body and Ben loved the attention Sam showered on him. Ben was 19, 5’10” and 185lbs when they met. He was thinking of entering his first bodybuilding competition which Sam encouraged with abundance. As Ben packed on more size, reaching 196lbs, Sam was in heaven. As Ben started his diet, he became more lean and shredded and while Sam missed his larger mass, he was equally attracted to Ben’s changing body. A week before his competition, Ben was running through his posing routine at Sam’s place. He was down to 173lbs but what he had lost in size was replaced with a striated, vein-covered muscle. Sam couldn’t get enough. “Wow Ben, you look so good!” Sam said as Ben flared his lats and twisted his small waist to the side. He was competing in the classic physique class, which meant he was wearing shiny black posers that barely covered his ass. “I need to loose a few more pounds. I need to come in super shredded.” Ben said as he held the pose. “I can’t imagine where you can loose more fat. All I see is muscle.” “Yeah, I missed my size initially but I’m kind of loving all these veins.” Ben said, twisting his forearm, causing thick veins to sprout in every direction. “I still can’t believe you never joined my gym. You could have been getting buff while I got competition ready.” Sam wanted to join but every time he summoned the courage, he would compare himself with the massive freaks he secretly admired and his confidence would evaporate. He also worried about being able to concentrate surrounded by big, bulging muscle heads at the gym. Ben knew he was a fan of muscle, but even after four months together, Sam hadn’t shared the full extent of his muscle obsession with Ben. “I didn’t want to interfere with your prep.” Sam said as a coverup, his excuse each time Ben broached the subject. “Whatever, it would have been cool.” Ben said, turning his attention back to his reflection in the mirror. “Now get over here and feel all this hard muscle.” Ben said. Sam jumped off the sofa without needing further encouragement. It was the day of the competition. Sam sat in the audience feeling completely out of place and in the place he always dreamed of being at the same time. It was a small local show but that didn’t stop the flood of huge bodybuilders from showing up. Everywhere Sam looked he saw muscle, on both men and women. He worried he would not be able to control his already raging hard-on before Ben stepped onto the stage. Sam’s heart was beating like a drum when the classic physique class was called on stage. Ben was the third competitor of eight. As he stepped on stage, Sam could barely contain his excitement. Being his first show, Ben looked nervous and was not the biggest guy on stage. His conditioning helped him hold his own but as the judges moved the men around, Sam knew Ben was not in the running for the top prize. That didn’t affect Ben’s joy when he was announced as the fourth place winner. Had there not been an unending parade of muscle on stage for the following classes, Sam would have lost his mind waiting for his chance to congratulate Ben. He sat in complete awe as the men got bigger and bigger as their weight classes were called. When the super heavyweights were called, Sam had to stifle a moan as they waddled on stage. The winner was absolutely enormous and Sam’s cock was throbbing as he hit pose after pose before collecting the overall prize. Sam timidly made his way to backstage, trying his hardest not to gawk at all the smooth, tanned flesh that filled the room. He spotted Ben talking to another competitor across the room. Even surrounded by half naked bodies, Ben looked amazing. The guy Ben was speaking to was a few inches shorter but almost twice as wide as Ben. Ben was laughing at something the other guy said as he turned and saw Sam. “Hey!” “Congratulations! You looked incredible.” Sam said, trying but failing not to look at the guy next to Ben, who looked even bigger up close. “Thanks. Sam, this is Dave. He placed second in the 212 class.” “H-H-Hey, Sam.” Sam stammered. “Nice to meet you. Well done again Ben. Hit me up about that workout.” Dave said as he turned to leave. “I’m going to get changed and then I NEED to get something to eat. I’m going to pig out tonight!” Ben said before rushing off. Sam looked around the room in disbelief he was actually witnessed this. There was huge, ripped, pumped muscle all around him. Something else struck Sam as he scanned the room, no one noticed him. It was as if his small frame was invisible. Maybe it was the amount of people or the numerous mirrors but the bodybuilders were so engrossed in themselves to notice anyone else. Sam’s confidence grew a little and he held his stares a little longer, admiring the flawless bodies. The room erupted in applause as the overall winner walked in. Even in this room, he stood out, clearly the biggest person by a large margin. The other competitors high-fived him, shook his hand and posed for selfies. “Ready?” Ben said, startling Sam. “Y-Y-Yeah.” Sam took a final look around the room as him and Ben left, knowing this image would never be forgotten. The days that followed his competition were hard for Ben. He was disappointed by his placing and when pictures from the show started to appear online, he became extra critical of himself. Sam tried to make him feel better but whatever he did or said was met with insincere thanks. Ben was spending a lot of time on his phone. Sam noticed an influx of text messages. “Is everything ok?” Sam finally asked. “I guess. I need to get a lot better for the show next year.” “And you will. I’ll help you as much as I can.” Sam said. “How will you help Sam?” Ben lashed out with a sudden rush of anger. “I just mean, whatever I can do.” “What, suggesting we get more fast food or playing more video games?” Ben interrupted. “Ben?” “I’m serious Sam. What do you know about bodybuilding? You don’t know anything about how hard it is, how much work it takes to get bigger and better. All you do is laze around here all day.” Sam was hurt. “I’m sorry.” “No you’re not! I’ve been trying to get you to go to the gym with me forever and you never do. You don’t do anything. I think I need to be around people that feel the same way I do.” “What are you saying?” Sam said. “I’m saying I’m breaking up with you Sam.” Sam felt his heart physically skip a beat. His eyes filled with tears as he stood staring at Ben in utter shock. “No.” He muttered. Ben started to toss the few things he’d left at Sam’s apartment over the last few months into his gym bag. By the time he was finished, Sam was practically weeping. “Come on man, did you really think we had a future? Look at you! Sure, we had some fun, you got to jerk off to my muscle and I’ll give you some credit, you can worship my body pretty good but there’s more to a relationship than just that.” “Ben! Please don’t go.” Sam pleaded, wiping his tears. “Later Sam.” Ben said coldly as he closed the door behind him leaving Sam to collapse on the sofa, crying uncontrollably. It took everything in him to make it to work the next day. Sam felt like he was in a haze. He hadn’t slept, eaten or even showered. His job at the warehouse was mindless work fulling orders but even today Sam was struggling to keep up. With his shift over, Sam walked home, thinking only about crawling into bed. He wasn’t paying attention and found himself walking down a street he normally did take. He stopped to orient himself when he saw the sign, “Brutus”. The front window was tinted but getting closer, Sam could see it was a gym. Before he even registered what he was doing, Sam walked through the front door. “I want a membership.” Sam heard himself say as if he was listening to someone else. When Sam woke up in his bed hours later and saw the gym membership card on the table, he had to think hard about how it had ended up there.

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."

I'm thinking about a part 2 - just not there yet. Life and all that, y'know.

Its always a great day when newmassaddict states new writing!

Sam's gonna whip Bens ass at the next show?

First off, thanks to everyone who gave good feedback. I skipped this at first because "m/f + hockey" seemed not my kind of thing at all. But all the glowing reviews convinced me to give it a try. And it was SO GOOD. I binge-read the whole book over the last 2 days. So, secondly, thank you @expander! It was really superb. I won't go into details for fear of spoilers, but I can thoroughly recommend this book!

Chapter 6 Dr. Kim fell to the ground, writing and clawing at her neck. I went into a full panic, barely able to comprehend what had just happened. “What the fuck did you do that for?!” I yelled at Dane. Dane was looking down at the doctor in fear. “I don’t know, I just… dunno, I panicked.” He said. There was a gasping noise as the doctor tore the top buttons out of her shirt. I could see she’d been struggling as her neck had already thickened significantly, and the collar must have been choking her. “The formula…” she gasped out between huge breaths, “it was never meant to be used on a woman…” As she writhed on the ground, her hands kept clasping at buttons trying to loosen the material, but her hands had grown so much already that they almost looked comical on her and she clearly wasn’t used to their size. The material of her shirt grew tighter and tighter until she no longer needed to fumble with clumsy hands, as one by one the buttons flew off like tiny bullets. Her shirt fell open exposing her torso. Already thick meaty abs were bulging out from her core, and her back was flaring widely like a cobra’s hood. A simple black bra was struggling to conceal an ample chest which was becoming more ample by the second as tremendous pecs ballooned out behind her breasts. With a deep, guttural roar, her chest exploded larger and the bra gave way entirely exposing the round breasts and large, dark nipples now basically hanging off her otherwise fatless chest. Her arms curled into a double bicep pose as sinew and muscle stormed down them, swelling her biceps and triceps into the size of car tyres, and her forearms into huge swollen slabs of beef. All over her as the growth surged up and down her once meagre figure, veins were bursting forth in thick networks of ropes. Her heartbeat was rapid and clearly visible over every inch of her body. As the unnaturally thick veins spread, I noticed that with them, her skin was also changing. Marks of age and sunspots faded as wrinkles were pulled taut. Despite her screams of agony, or possibly ecstasy, her whole face looked younger. Her plain pencil skirt gave way without much resistance as her legs were forced apart by the rapid expansion of her quads. Deep ridges plunged between the separations of muscles as they rose up from nowhere. I hadn’t noticed since she was lying on the ground but she must have stretched at least two feet taller already. I could no longer see her face as her pecs and muscle tits had expanded so high and round that her face was out of view. The huge doctor was now wearing nothing but a small, lacey pair of underwear which was already under considerable pressure from the massive glutes pushing her pelvis upward. In that moment I saw something that made my stomach jump to my throat; the lacey material wasn’t just bulging at the back, something was clearly in the front. With another roar of discomfort, a huge, meaty hand larger than my whole head came down and shredded off the underwear with one swift motion. I wanted to avert my eyes but they were drawn like watching a car crash. The doctor’s vulva was being forced open and a huge, swollen red clitoris was expanding outward. After growing an inch or two, I saw those same enormous veins spring up beneath the clitoris, and it pushed outwards further. I realised the implications even if I didn’t want to; the formula wasn’t just a steroid, it rewrote DNA, specifically to produce a perfect male specimen. I watched as more of her flesh contorted and her clitoris split open, forming a full cock. The skin beneath where her vagina had been ballooned and in second a ball sack had formed. Dr. Kim didn’t last as a well-endowed man for long, before ascending into godhood. There were two surprisingly loud fleshy thuds as the growing balls passed huge and moved onto colossal and cumbersome. I was in shock as I noticed I was now looking up to see the tip of the monster’s cock. From where her, no, his, glutes touched the floor to the tip of his cock was now taller than my whole body, which was around 6 feet. The absolute freak began to shift and clumsily got to his feet. His face had undergone as much of a change as his body. The plain, middle-aged woman was gone, replaced by a hypermasculine façade. His jaw was thick, sharply defined, and wide, and his chin stuck out prominently. His brow-line was huge and gave an almost caveman-like feeling to his face, but in an incredibly sexy way. His long, black hair dripped with sweat and fell in sheets over his face. However, it was hard to appreciate his face. While not quite reaching the height of the ball of muscle and flesh at the centre of the room, Dr. Kim now easily towered over Dane by several feet. The top couple of feet at least were, however, a sheer overwhelming wall of trapezius muscle. His head looked like it was jutting out from a few feet down. No neck was discernible as the powerful jaw sat atop huge pecs which still bore a striking resemblance to breasts. In fact, I could clearly see what looked like milk dripping from the massive, deep brown tits, clearly under pressure from the sheer volume of muscle above them. There was a splattering noise, and my eyes were drawn down, past the bulging roid gut, to the doctor’s cock. It was pulsing with thick veins and rock hard, and was visibly larger than my whole body on its own. The enormous testicles were literally resting on the floor despite the giant’s enormous stature. Pre was dripping out the end of the massive cock and splattering on the floor like a shower left half-on. In a swift motion, the doctor lashed out. I jumped back instinctively, but he wasn’t aiming for me. In a second, he had both hands on Dane, who, despite his own godlike strength, was overpowered with no effort from the doctor. He was spun around and quickly bent over. In a flash Dane’s makeshift clothing was off, and his enormous striated ass was exposed and spread wide. With another bestial roar, the doctor took several steps forwards, plunging his freakish cock deep into Dane, who roared out in harmony. As I watched, his eyes rolled back into his head with pleasure and spatterings of precum flew every which way. “FUCK YES” they roared together.

Chapter 5 “What the fuck.” I’d said it a few times already, but it was the only thing my brain could force out while I looked at the insane sight in front of me. Dr. Kim opened the door to the chamber which held the enormous mountain of muscle. Walking in a circle around the behemoth I realised my estimate of twelve to fifteen feet was probably an underestimation, and he was closer to 17 feet. He was far wider than he was tall though, and the sheer mass of muscle gave off an intense heat. I could hear an occasional groan of pleasure emanating from high up on the beast, but the sound echoed through his huge chest. From one side truly obscene pecs bulged out. They were closer to tits than any pecs I’d ever seen but they were incredibly full all the way up. His abs were an extreme concave mass. They didn’t look so much like muscle protruding outward, more so like massive slabs of muscle stacked on top of each other in a pile as they competed for space. From the other side towering traps easily obscured any view of his head from behind, and I realised I couldn’t actually see it from anywhere. It was probably a good thing, knowing how handsome the serum made Dane, this guy’s face would probably cause spontaneous ejaculation. The guy’s lats were so fucking wide that his arms were almost horizontal from the way they pushed against his biceps. I realised with a little disgust and a lot awe that the lower side of his lats were actually resting against the top of his quads. This guy’s waist was enviably small on a normal man, but in this obscene mountain it was even more comically small. Laying in front of him was the most inhuman set of genitals I’d ever seen. His cock was several feet long and seemed almost as thick, his balls looked like enormous beanbags sitting freely on the floor underneath. Together they probably made up a third of the guy’s total body mass. A thick stream of pre and cum dripped out the end in thick globules which fell into some sort of drainage container. All over the muscle freak, tubes extended from the ceiling and walls pumping various coloured fluids into veins that looked like they’d serve well as garden hoses. “This is Harrison.” Said Dr. Kim. “The previous subject and the direct result of the extreme addiction caused by the serum.” I looked Dane to see his reaction, but he just had a slack-jawed look of awe as he stared at the guy. He was fully hard and I realised vaguely that I was as well. Dane was already a god, but the monster in front of him was at least two to three times his size. “Harrison,” Dr Kim continued, “is what would traditionally be referred to as braindead.” This got our attention instantly, both of us letting out exclamations of shock. “Traditionally.” She clarified. “The reality is that modern medicine would have no true classification for his condition. Most of his brain is shut down in a type of hibernation, diverting basically all of its power to feed him pleasure. Harrison is completely unaware of anything outside himself unless someone makes physical contact, until then he is in a state which can only be described as better than the most intense orgasm you have ever felt in your life. Permanently.” She continued to walk around the freak, checking various readouts and charts on displays. “The tubes you see feed him, both in the traditional sense and also a very low concentration of the serum. Without the serum I fear he would go into shock within hours and quite possibly not survive. We have managed to curb his growth however.” She gestured to one of the machines which was connected to a sort of large mixing container where bright red serum was entering, and a pale, almost clear pink fluid was leaving in the pipes. An assortment of bottles of the serum were sitting on the desk. “Is that what’s going to happen to me?” asked Dane. It struck me that I honestly couldn’t tell if that was fear causing his voice to quiver, or eager anticipation. “Ideally not,” said the doctor, “Since Harrison we’ve put a great deal of work into reducing the drawbacks. The addiction is obviously still incredibly prevalent, though it should never reach this state of dependence which would cause damage should you stop taking it. We’ve also adjusted various parameters of the serum to enhance skeletal growth, so immobility such as Harrison’s should be… a more distant prospect.” “Distant, as in it will still happen?” asked Dane, actually sounding nervous now. “Without intervention, yes.” She looked at him and saw the mix of fear and irritation on his face. “You’re a guinea pig, Dane, that’s what you signed up for and you knew the process was far from perfect when we started working together. The serum is an ongoing project and every day we’re getting closer to solving all of these problems.” “Those all sound like pretty convenient answers.” He said, “Are you sure you’re not just bullshitting me here with what I want to hear?” “Dane, this project means as much to me as it does to you, more even. Lying to you would do nothing to benefit me.” “I wish I could believe that.” He said, and I was getting a little nervous as he seemed to be getting pretty intense, advancing on the doctor. She was trying to hold her ground but Dane towered over her and she could see how angry he was getting. “You didn’t tell me any of this when we started, you made it sound like you were days from perfecting the formula.” “Dane…” I started. “Don’t threaten me Dane, you need me, or what you’re looking at is your future.” Said Dr. Kim in a voice that would have been stern if it hadn’t broken. “Oh, I realise that. I just think we’d all be better off if you took the risks more seriously. A little more personally.” He was right up close to her now, looming over her by several feet. In a sudden explosive motion, fuelled by the powerful muscles of his arms, he lashed out at her. Or at least that’s what I thought happened, but she didn’t go flying across the room or crumple like a blow from him would surely cause, she just seemed to flinch. That’s when I saw it. In one hand he was grasping a bottle of the serum that he must have swiped from the storage around the room, and dangling from the doctor’s neck was a syringe. She raised a trembling hand to her neck and pulled out the syringe, looking down at it in disbelief. Prominent veins were rising up all over her skin, all the way down to the hand she was looking at. “What… What have you done?” she stammered out. “Well, now I think you’ve got plenty of motivation to fix those little problems.” Said Dane smiling. I was in shock, I didn’t realise how much this had all got to him, and I never expected him to be capable of something like this. “I don’t…” she started, “this was never meant to happen…”

Chapter 4 “I want to meet her.” I’d been thinking for a while now, but I finally said what I felt. I was currently lying on top of my titan of a boyfriend. My head was cradled in the deep cleft between his pecs, my whole upper body fit neatly atop his shredded washboard of abs, and my legs were held apart as they straddled the colossal python of meat between his. If not for the secondary effects of the drug, I can safely say that thing should have just killed me by forcibly rearranging my vital organs. “Huh?” Dane asked. Now believe me, I’d just spent and hour having my balls emptied repeatedly, but the feeling of his body shifting under me as he spoke had me hard again in an instant. “I want to meet the Doctor.” I clarified. “This is affecting me as well, so I have a right to meet her and get the whole story.” He sighed. “I was kind of avoiding going to see her,” he started, “cos I sort of shouldn’t have, y’know…” “Hulked out so much?” I smiled “Yeah.” I could hear the smirk in his voice. “But I guess I have to face her sometime, and you might as well come.” I laughed. “So, what you’re saying is that you have balls the size of a small child, but you’re still scared of some doctor?” “Hey, careful wise-guy.” He said, moving to a sitting position which started to crumple my body which was now pinned in the deep trench down his pecs and abs. I had to remind myself that Dane wasn’t just inhumanly large, he had a kind of insane muscular control down to the last fibre that guys just don’t naturally have. I want to pretend we went straight there, but muscle and this juice weren’t the only things this guy had an insatiable hunger for. After another rampant session we decided we had to clean up first. I have to admit though, trying to cram his monstrous body into a shower was fun. The head pushed almost vertical only sprayed water near the top of his traps though, so we ended up laying his humongous form over the bathtub while I scrubbed every striated inch. After trying to make Dane decent for going outside, which was a complete waste of time, we headed out to his garage. Ok so this guy’s place was pretty much a mansion, but I don’t think it sunk in just how loaded his family was until I saw the garage. They literally hit double digits in cars. Dane picked a low sporty car, and when I questioned if it could even hold his weight he replied; “It’s got to, it’s the only convertible and there’s no way I’m fitting in any of the cars with a top.” I made a joke about him tearing the top off one of the tankier models like a tin of tuna, but he actually paused as though he was considering it before I said I was joking. Luckily the sports car held out and despite some creaks of protest, was actually able to run with the behemoth behind the wheel. It wasn’t what I’d call a short trip, about an hour or two, but honestly, I was just so enamoured looking at Dane’s enormous form that it could have been much longer. I swear he’d grown even more since we’d met up the night before. He drove me out of the suburbs and into more rural scenery. He stopped at what appeared to be a farmhouse with a nearby barn. It couldn’t have been a more stereotypical, inconspicuous farm if it tried. Heading to the farmhouse, Dane knocked on the front door which proved a mistake, as his huge meaty fist put a hole straight through the thick wood. A woman came running to the door at the sound of the crash. Her eyes widened as she took in the hulking figure of Dane, who was looking a little sheepish as he picked splinters and debris from his fist. “I see.” She said simply, looking him up and down quickly. “Well, this is quite the development.” She was a middle-aged Asian woman with black hair that had a few hints of iron grey throughout. She wasn’t unattractive but she struck me as someone who had spent the best years of her life locked in her lab. She hurried us inside, looking around behind us as we entered, an action I thought was almost comical considering you couldn’t even see the nearest neighbour’s house. She led us to a small dining room where she and I sat, and Dane just sort of leaned against a wall. It seemed he’d learnt his lesson from the door because none of these seats would’ve stood a chance against his steel glutes. “So you’re Doctor Smith?” I asked. She smirked. “Not exactly. I’m Doctor Jaime Kim. I’m currently the head researcher on the macro serum project. I take it you’re… intimately… familiar with the serum?” “I guess you could say that. I haven’t taken it myself though.” “Probably for the best.” She said. I would’ve almost mistaken that for concern of relief if she didn’t have such a cold detached way of addressing me. “The serum is still highly experimental, and as I’m sure you’re aware, there are some complications with addiction that haven’t been entirely ironed out.” “Yeah, I think I noticed that.” We both shot a sideways look over at Dane who was pointedly looking off at nothing in the distance. It was funny seeing a 9-foot muscle god whose cock and balls, barely contained by bed linen, sat in front of him by at least a foot soft, trying to look nonchalant. “So tell me, Dane,” said Dr. Kim. “Just how much of the serum have you used?” “Uh, well, all of it…” he said sheepishly. “I kinda need a refill.” Her eyes widened once again, and this was probably the most emotion this woman had shown. “Dane, that vial contained enough to last you a month. It’s been two weeks at most.” “Come on Doc, you can’t know what this is like, it’s fucking overwhelming. I’ve never felt so powerful in my life and every shot just takes it to a whole other level.” “Besides the fact that your overdosing destroys any chance of integrity in human trials, have a look at yourself, how much bigger can you get and still function?” she gestured to him, leaning against a wall because furniture couldn’t hold him, and for a moment I saw her point, but just looking at the overgrown young man I couldn’t help but want to see how big he could get. “Isn’t that my choice? I need more Doc, I need to get bigger, I need to be the biggest there is, the biggest there ever will be.” I could hear the hunger in his voice. “I think it’s time I showed you something.” She said, getting up and heading towards the hallway. Dane and I followed her and found her plugging a code into a keypanel on the door at the end of the hall. The door opened revealing a large empty metallic room. As we entered it, I realised it was some sort of freight elevator. Dane had to bend over to fit inside, and once he did, she pushed the only button on the wall and the door slid shut. The door opened to a site completely unexpected from the inconspicuous farmhouse we had entered. It was an entire underground lab. Long hallways went in all directions with large glass-walled rooms filled with various equipment. Doctor Kim led us down one hallway, at the end of which was what looked like a control room. A panel of buttons and monitors lined one wall, and a huge blacked out window sat in front of it. “I’d tell you to prepare yourselves, but I don’t really think there’s much chance of that either way.” She typed something into a keyboard then flicked a switch, causing the blacked-out windows to turn clear. I looked into the room beyond and my brain struggled to piece together what I was seeing. At first it just seemed like some huge pinkish blob, probably twelve to fifteen feet tall with a bunch of coloured tubes connected to it. Then I began to notice there were deep ridges in the mass in front of me, it wasn’t just shapeless mass, it had order to it, structure. “Is that…” Dane started. “That,” said Doctor Kim, “Is the previous test subject.”

Chapter 3 For a few days I heard nothing from Dane. No texting, and for the first time ever I went to the gym and didn’t find him there. I was going through my usual workout, and to be honest was pretty proud as I was hitting some personal bests. In fact, while I was doing curls I couldn’t help but admire the way my biceps bunched up in the mirror. In a rare moment of ego I even peeled back my sleeve and gave myself a flex in the mirror, seeing for the first time what could reasonably be called muscle, and the hint of a vein along the top. I promise you, I felt like an absolute wanker in that moment, as I saw behind me in the mirror that the gym’s owner had been watching me and was coming over to me. I blushed hard and tried to fiddle with my sleeve as though I’d been trying to fix something, but he either didn’t even notice or had the tact to not laugh at me. Frank was an older guy, well into his 50s at least though he could have been older and just looked good for his age. You could tell he was the sort of guy who used to compete but was now content with just keeping in good shape. His pecs were still quite a sight with the gym’s logo stretched across them in skin-tight fabric. “Hey Lachie,” he said, attempting to sound casual, but I could hear the note of worry in his voice. “Have you seen Dane at all, he hasn’t been here in days and that’s not like him.” “Uh, no” I said, still a little flustered. He’d never talked to me about Dane, or much at all for that matter, but it was obviously no secret what was going on between us. “I saw him here on Friday night but I haven’t heard from him since.” He looked concerned. “Yeah I left him alone here with his spare key but he’s been awol since that night.” He turned to leave but then something pulled him back. “You know I don’t want to interfere in his life or anything, but I’m worried about that kid. He’s going at it really hard, and I mean, he’s growing faster than anyone I’ve ever seen. I’m just concerned is all, I hope he’s not into anything bad, I’d hate to see a guy like that burn out young.” I realised he thought Dane was just on roids and hadn’t twigged that it was something on a whole other level. This was my chance to finally get some answers. “Just how fast is he growing?” I asked, trying to sound casual. “I mean he was pretty big when I met him, how long has he been here?” Another look came across his face. “Yeah, that’s the thing, he’s only been here a few months. He was real scrawny but he started packing on muscle easy as breathing. I just figured he had good genetics and had never worked out before, but he’s looking like a pro bodybuilder now and that’s something guys take years to do normally.” He pointed at a board over by the front desk. “Go have a look at that, you’ll see what I mean.” I wandered over and looked at the board. On it there were various ads from locals and a few group sessions through the week being advertised, but in the centre there was what looked like a promotional picture for the gym with a bunch of the patrons posing for the shot, and off to one side I saw what was unmistakably Dane. He wasn’t quite as handsome, and his limbs honestly looked like pure skin and bone, but there was no mistaking those piercing eyes and his messy dark hair. The picture was dated at the bottom only 5 months before. Now I’d known whatever Dane was shooting up with was well and truly beyond any steroid I’d heard of, but this guy in the photo was practically anorexic, and in less than half a year he’d broken the boundary of downright inhuman. I made up my mind. I said goodbye to Frank, packed up my shit and left the gym without even changing. I called Dane’s number and after a couple of rings he answered. “Hey.” He said, almost bashfully. Fuck just a syllable of that voice, that incredibly deep, dripping with honey voice and I was already getting uncomfortably tight in my underwear. “Hey man. I think we really need to talk. I want to meet up with you.” I said forcefully, but my voice wavered just a little, giving away how I was feeling. “I don’t know that now is the best time..” he started saying. “No.” I cut him off. “I really need answers, and I think at this point you owe me some.” There was a long pause. “Fine.” He said, and hung up. After a second or two I got a text with an address, and I got in my car and headed straight there. When I got to the address, I was shocked. The place looked like a goddamn mansion. I parked in the ample driveway and headed over to ring the bell. After a minute I heard him coming. I say heard but really I fucking felt the vibrations of that beast’s footsteps as he approached the door. It swung open and I was nearly fucking floored by the beast once again. I honestly couldn’t tell if he’d grown more, because while he’d gotten massive in the bathroom with me, he hadn’t exactly stuck around for a long time and I had not been anything resembling clear-headed at the time. At the very least he still seemed to be crammed into the same oversized underwear, but he may as well not have been because it looked like two grapefruit and a huge salami were being stashed in there. I also couldn’t help but notice the wet patch at the head of his cock. He was well over 8 feet tall, and the top of his head was obscured by the doorframe, and despite being a double door, I’m convinced both being open wouldn’t be enough to see his full breadth. “N-Nice place you’ve got.” I said, not even bothering to hide the tent in my pants. “Ha, yeah” he said, his voice like rumbling thunder. “It’s my parents place, but they live overseas. Come on in.” He led me through the entrance hall and down a hallway. It was downright disorienting watching his ass as he walked ahead of me. The way those enormous glutes flexed and pulled at the fabric of his underwear with every step had drool dripping from my slack jaw. I tried to avert my eyes but everywhere I looked there was just more of him to ogle. He stopped when we reached what I assume was a lounge room, but resembled more of a full on cinema room. I almost covered my mouth and nose as a thick scent of sweat, cum and his own unique musk seemed to hit me in the face. He sat down on a large couch and spread his arms and legs wide. It was made for at least three people and he made it look like it was undersized for one. There were more than a few stains visible in the room, but fuck it, I was too turned on to care. “Ok, what do you want to know?” He asked, matter of factly. “Just like that?” “Just like that.” “And you’ll answer anything?” “I’ll answer most things, let’s start with that.” “Ok, what the hell are you on?” He reached behind him and grabbed the little vial from somewhere out of sight. He tossed it to me and I caught it. The little bottle was labelled with a long chemical name and various warnings that said it was dangerous, not to consume it, and a little note that said “if found, please contact Dr. Smith at the following number.” “They call it ‘macro,’ for obvious reasons.” He said. “Dr. Smith? You’re kidding right?” I said sceptically. “That’s obviously not her real name.” he smiled. “So, what is it, some sort of steroid.” “Fuck man it’s so much more. That right there is the product of decades of secret military research.” I raised an eyebrow. “No seriously,” he said, “ever since the first world war people have been trying to make the perfect soldier, and part of that has included the idea of a drug to turn men into fucking living weapons. I’ve only got part of the story from the Doc, but from what she’s said this traces back to a number of different countries’ own private research, but as the world has settled down in recent times, and wars being less reliant on the men than the weapons, the research was shut down.” “Ok, I guess I can buy that, but how do you have it then?” “Well when different projects were shut down they sort of went underground and continued their work. They didn’t want to lose so much work but at the same time it had to be secret or all the people would probably be charged with treason or executed by their countries, whether officially or otherwise. I happened to meet the Doc through my parents. They’re obviously pretty well off and a few years back they agreed to fund her research, though I’m fairly sure they’re completely in the dark about what she’s doing, let alone that she asked me to be a lab rat.” “So you said it’s more than just a steroid, what the hell is it then?” “It’s a combination of so many things. It doesn’t just put hormones in you, this shit rewrites your DNA, it activates dormant genes and inserts new ones and puts your body into what the Doc calls a ‘hyper-pubescent state.’ Basically your own body becomes a factory pumping steroids and growth hormones into itself. Hell, I can’t even get the full story, because when I’ve asked, I swear she’s evasive on the details, and obviously this is way more than what simple hormones would do to a guy.” To emphasize his point he flexed his upper body and every single muscle split into grotesque, shredded perfection. I came then and there. You might laugh, but just this man’s voice and the pungent smell had had me on the edge for several minutes. I dare any man to contain themselves when this living god flexes in front of them. With some embarrassment I continued. “Is it… Is it affecting me?” I asked. He broke eye contact with me. “I asked about that.” He said after a bit. “And?!” “The Doc says it’s still highly experimental, and that it’s not entirely an intended effect, but she seems to think that because I’ve been cumming in you while it’s still in my system, it could be altering you.” “Altering? How?” I was starting to panic. “Nothing bad!” he said quickly, “for the most part it’s just much weaker effects of what it does to me.” “For the most part? And the rest?” “She says that after it’s been processed by me, and along with what my body’s producing on its own now, it seems to make you more receptive…” “What?” I was picturing him fucking controlling me with his mind. “Come on man, you have to have noticed it, you took a cock down your throat that’s almost as big as your head. This shit is making me the ultimate man, and as a by-product it’s just making you able to handle me.” “What the fuck.” I said. I was in deep thought for a moment, but I didn’t want to lose this chance that he had been avoiding for so long. “On Friday you ran out. You said you ‘shouldn’t have let this happen.’ What did you mean?” He blushed and looked away again. It was unsettling seeing such a commanding figure look embarrassed. “It’s… It’s addictive.” He said. “The Doc warned me not to use any more than the doses I’d been taking, but that night I doubled it and you can see what happened. But it feels so fucking good, I can’t even explain it. It’s like an orgasm but so much stronger, and through every single fibre of my being when I grow.” As he spoke, I noticed exactly how potent the memories were as the appendage barely hidden in his underwear was pulling them more and more tight. “Don’t you get it Lachie? He said, shifting and starting to stand up. “I don’t just want this anymore. I NEED it. I HAVE to grow bigger.” “Bigger?” I started to say, but the word caught in my mouth. The titan had shed his cotton bonds and extended to his full height. One mammoth hand pulled me towards him, and the other found the tiny bottle I’d dropped. As I found myself suspended in the air being lowered towards the most terrifyingly huge cock that has ever been present on a man I found one though piercing the panic in my brain. If that stuff is making me able to do this, then fuck it, I can live with changing a little.

I have to agree. Usually, I avoid m/f stuff completely, but @expander is such a great writer that it didn’t even matter! If you’re into superpowered, god-like beings, don’t miss this one!

Your stories have become the highlight of my year! So excited for another masterpiece!

Come on Sam!! Get your ass up!! Looking forward to see how this turns. Good start

I didn't get the impression @GymWolf was engaging in debate here, FWIW.

Wow. Very impressive pics. I love the size of Black Hulk - to me he's perfect. Chris would actually be smaller than that, although eventually, in the future (as the end of the story suggests), he would outsize even Black Hulk in muscle size, but not in penis size or in height, because he would continue training and lifting (whereas Black Hulk would invest his 'strength' in porn). But when he met Black Hulk for the first time, he would be smaller than that - he definitely wouldn't have those biceps. Still, very fine effort, especially for Black Hulk, who I think is practically how I envisioned him in my mind! Well done!

In a darkened auditorium, a crowd of 20 men stood around, waiting expectantly. On stage, four muscular men, clad only in skimpy posers, hauled an odd assortment of objects onto the stage: a huge tank, numerous large metal drums, and an oversized rack of weights. Each man was massively muscular, handsome, and clearly well endowed. About half of the crowd appeared to be drooling at the sight of these overmuscled men, but the other half remained unmoved, as if they'd seen such beauty regularly before. In fact, though the crowd was entirely made up of men who clearly prided themselves on their physiques, it was evident that the group had come in pairs, only one partner in each looking around, wide eyed and confused at what they had been brought to. The stage set, the men left and the room momentarily fell silent. Then a chant rises in the audience, the words unintelligible until the crowd speaks in a unified voice. The previously unphased half of the crowd lead the chant, their eyes now focused expectantly on the stage. Their partners, more confused than ever, try to interrupt and ask questions, only to be drowned out by the chorus of voices. From the back of the stage a cloaked figure appears. The cloak falls away revealing a body more stunning than anyone could imagine, although the face is still hidden in shadow. As he steps completely into view, the audience stops chanting. He stands in the middle of the stage and surveys the crowd with an arrogant expression on his face. Ten feet in height, his body the very definition of spectacular muscular accomplishment and incomparable beauty, Brent was a rugged, almost bestial *god*. The crowd murmured as they let their eyes rake over the vast expanse of Brent's form, the sheer volume of muscle bulging off his mighty frame was almost too breathtaking to believe, the crowd was drinking in the sights as though it was the most beautiful thing they had ever seen in their lives. A pair of pectoral muscles carved from a block of marble, clenched and heaved with muscle defining power. Below that ponderous pectoral shelf, a perfect set of abdominal muscles glistened with oil. The freakish, overdeveloped, ridiculously shredded ten-pack flexed and clenched with even the slightest of Brent's movements. Arms that were completely relaxed hung off Brent's shoulder muscles a good distance away from his tight waist, pushed away by the monstrosities trying to pass off as his bulging lats. So muscle-bound were his arms that, fully flexed, they would probably measure a scant inch or two away from being as huge as his freaky quads. Brent sported quads that would have required entirely new words to describe them. Hulking, shredded, teardrop-shaped muscles rippled and flexed against each other like muscular mountains fighting for space along his leg. His diamond-shaped calves were covered in veins, their enormous masses swelling and tightening like hot lava finally cooling after a volcanic eruption. He was so packed he could not keep his legs together; instead, he had to straddle them outward, his feet about a yard apart. The impact of his gargantuan thighs packed with enormous slabs of muscle was almost lost by the inhuman mass mounted between them. A pair of custom-made red posing trunks stretched tightly over his round, muscular butt and barely managed to envelope a set of male sex equipment the size and weight of a bowling ball, drooping down almost to his knees. Even against the muscle god's gigantic body, Brent's cock and balls looked freakishly and wonderfully oversized. The base and a foot of his mighty tool were plainly in view as the posers were pulled downwards by his meat. The shaft was already as thick as a grown man's wrist and must have been eight inches in girth, ten inches around the bulbous head. Brent's cock was easily eighteen inches long, and it wasn't even hard! The huge mass swung slightly as he walked. The monster stud grinned at the audience and turned sideways and bounced up and down on the balls of his feet, proudly displaying his colossal manhood. His heavy sperm-packed balls bounced off his tight thighs. Brent strutted over to a set of dumbbells, each loaded with 1000 lbs, picked them up, and started effortlessly curling. Gasps arose as the peak of his bicep rose and swelled in bursts. He added more plates and resumed curling. His biceps continued swelling, with cruel looking veins as thick as fingers appearing encircling the swollen peaks. When he seemed satisfied with the pump, he tossed the dumbbells aside and swaggered over to the car. The audience murmured as they realized what he intended to do. Brent grabbed the front end of the tank, and flexed his arms. The front rose two feet off the ground! Then his arms straightened, and flexed again. Up and down. Gasps arose from the crowd. He responded by flashing a killer smile. His arms exploded with rippling, throbbing, pulsating movement as his arm meat cranked out rep after rep. The auditorium fell silent, the men slackjawed in awe. Brent squatted down and shifted the massive weight of the tank onto his shoulders, then hand over hand until it was balanced just over his bent, thick neck. Then with a guttural roar Brent stood up and pressed the tank over his head. Up and down for twenty reps. He shifted again, centering the tank until the full massive weight now solely on his right hand. Brent gave one last huge push and heaved the mighty load fully over his head, until his tree truck arm was fully extended. The cheer from the crowd was so huge, it was a wonder the roof didn't come flying off. The tank landed behind him with a loud crash, shaking the stage. The incredible display had many in the crowd with their hands on their hardening crotches, squeezing and rubbing their dicks in appreciation of the spectacle. The muscle man on stage threw down the car and struck another double bicep pose. “You like what you see, boys?” Brent boomed, with a deserved air of superiority. It was the first words the musclegod uttered to the audience, the deep and smooth voice made some in the crowd grow weak in the knees. Brent chuckled as he turned his attention to his own body, watching his god-like chest heaving and his impossibly developed arms tensing and relaxing, pumping blood through muscles that could only be described as superhuman. The peak of his biceps now reached the palms of his hand, completely filling the space within his flexed arm. He grunted like an animal, beads of sweat appearing on his upper body. "FUCK! That felt so GOOD!" grunted Brent, leaning forwards into a truly magnificent most-muscular pose, bringing his enormous fists together in front of his bulging pecs. The pump on his muscles was incredible; he was suddenly nothing but bulging pecs, biceps and traps. His torso was slick with muscle sweat. The pecs stood 6 inches thick off his ribcage, rising on each side of his chin. The side view of his pecs was awesome: the tight pumped chest muscles jutting up and out, so solid they hardly moved. Although he appeared to ignore it, his thick, soft cock started to swell, pulling his posers downward past his knees. More and more of the growing tube of meat appeared between his quads as his posers were stretched to their limit. A network of grotesquely gorgeous veins creeped down the shaft, thickening and pulsating as rich oxygenated blood and raw testosterone was pumped into the wondrous organ. Brent's boulder-sized testicles were rising and falling against his crotch, incredible amounts of testosterone pumping into Brent's body as his massive pillar of man beef continued to grow. “Yeah, that’s right. You like all this fucking muscle, don’t you? All this power just gets me so fucking hard!" Brent growled as he flexed his sweat-covered body. The smell of his musk filled the room, the crowd drooling as they watched Brent's cock grow harder, the immense weight of his muscular penis taking its time as it engorged itself on raw power. He scanned the crowd with his eyes, looking approvingly at the collection of muscle heads watching him with rapt attention. With a snap the red posers exploded from the overwhelming volume of his sex tools, the thick tall shaft of man flesh swinging upwards. Several in the audience screamed. Pre-cum, dense and viscous, began seeping from the swelling cockhead. Harder and stronger did Brent's cock grow, mighty muscles flexing across the length of the rippling beef stick, until three fucking feet of cock flesh was throbbing in front of him, the cock head level with the top of his pecs. Brent's prick was so huge that even he could not wrap his hand fully around it. Brent swaggered over to the row of metal drums, lying on their side. He straddled the first one with his massive thighs and squeezed. The metal drum groaned, deformed, and collapsed like cardboard. More cries of lust from the blissed-out audience. Streams of man-juice lept into the air from the sensory-overloaded men, who were groaning and yelling at the spectacle. Brent laughed as he reduced each drum to pathetic piles of crumpled tin foil, lifting one and holding it between the palms of his hands parallel to his chest before flexing his pecs and flattening it. Another he slammed onto his mammoth erection, the rock-hard pole easily bending the drum in half. Roars from the crowd rose. Finally, triumphantly strutting out to the edge of the stage, the untiring musclegod starting to beat his meat out toward the audience. His shaft was so incredibly thick that Brent used both hands in unison, stroking up and down. “Look at this, you muscle-loving fuckers! Look at this body of the biggest fucking musclegod on earth! You’ve NEVER seen anything like this before, have you? Look at these gigantic muscles! I’m a fucking god! Worship me, musclesluts!” Brent boomed to the screaming audience. The four musclemen from before joined him on stage, all naked, all sporting massive erections easily over a foot long. They teamed up in groups to please their Master, two alternating between Brent's huge balls and cock, the other two massaging his chest and arms. Moans and groans erupted from the crowd as men lost their load at this incredible sight. “Aw yeah, worship my fucking muscles! Stroke this giant fucking stud cock!" It was an orgy of flexing as the four men felt up Brent as he flexed. Freaky double-bi, massive rolling pecs, horseshoe triceps, and mountainous traps. The men switched places - one moved to massaging his huge shoulders, another his massive mounds of pectoral muscle, a third was sucking on his cock, and the last stroked and kissed Brent's powerful legs. Brent surveyed the scene around him. The audience had collectively stripped in their passion, most fucking each other as they watched the erotic display on stage. A group of men had congregated towards the front, begging him to take them, fuck them, degrade them. The smell of testosterone, sweat, and cum reeked through the room. The floor of the small auditorium was becoming slippery with the cum shot from the male audience members going wild with desire. Brent felt like he was in heaven. One of the acolytes wrapped his arms around Brent's huge torso - and rubbed his torso up and down the muscle god's mass. His large cock brushed against Brent's abs - the deep cuts jacking him off. Another came up behind Brent and wrapped his arms around his neck; Brent turned to make out with him as the stud slid his dick between Brent's perfect globes. Without warning, Brent grabbed the first man by the waist and and lunged his massive dick inside. Using his muscular arms, he whipped the bodybuilder's neck back and covered his mouth with his hand, squelching the man’s scream. The audience stared in awe as Brent thrust his beastly dick up the man's ass. The man screamed in pain, but Brent was unyielding. He grabbed him by the waist and tugged hard - moving the muscleman up and down his three-foot shaft, nearly managing to fit his entire cock inside. The massive intrusion made the acolyte cum immediately, his impressive member spraying the first few rows of spectators with jizz. It was clear the men on the stage were well-practiced, capable of enduring Brent's brutal fuck without being torn apart. Behind them, the three attendants embraced one another and entwined tongues. One of the attendants bends for the other and offers himself. The third kneels before them and deep throats the bottom's big dick. They begin to fuck behind the god creating a lustful diorama. Brent pounded his worshipper's ass in half a dozen different positions, the bottom in a state of continuous orgasms as Brent manhandled him. The heat of the god’s coupling washed in waves of lust over the standing men in the audience. Hands fumbled and groped as they reach out to their neighbors, unable to resist the urge to couple themselves, though woefully inadequate to match the intensity they felt from the stage. The acolyte's eyes rolled back in his head as he lost consciousness. Without skipping a beat, Brent slid the man off his still-rockhard dick and then picked up one of the other attendants, positioning his dick at the base of his ass. The intimidating monster looked as if it would split the man in half, but the man showed no fear. Brent penetrated the man's tight, muscular ass and rammed its way inward. The acolyte let out a deep moan as he began to cum, Brent fucking him with unrelenting power, forcing load after load out of his dutiful follower until his body too went limp. Brent was unyielding; he drove his penis into the remaining two assistants, brutally plowing each of them until they could handle no more. The audience had descended to orgy by now, not even seeing the scene on the stage. The final supplicant impaled on Brent's rod moaned and screamed as he shot his load all over the men in the front row until finally Brent pulled out of him and roared. Cum, pure and thick, erupted from everyone in the audience as Brent flexed the greatest double bicep pose ever flexed, his own monstrous penis exploding so mightily the massive jet of cum reached twenty feet before finally arcing earthwards and raining down upon the screaming fans below. Brent aimed his erupting monster at the crowd and watched as man after man keeled over, overwhelmed and overcome by the strongest orgasms they had ever had in their lives. Even for a god, all good things had to come to an end, and it was at the end of three whole minutes of wondrous, blissful, orgasmic release did Brent's finally calm down, though the few conscious members of the audience had long since been reduced in shooting blanks, their eyes seeing stars as they caught their breaths. The auditorium looked like a warzone now, unconscious bodies resting peacefully in gigantic puddles of cum. The room fell silent. From the back of the audience, there is stirring. Half of the men had managed remain conscious through the intensity of Brent's orgasm, though it seemed their partners had not. The men jostle and pick up their unconscious lovers, lining up without saying a word. The four musclemen, having recovered from their brutal fucking, move a massive chair on stage, a throne for Brent. He sits, cum and sweat dripping from his pumped muscles, his elephantine cock extending past his knees and leaking a continual stream of cum onto the floor. The first audience member approaches, a championship-level bodybuilder, carrying a similarly built man in his arms like an offering. Though not yet in the league of the men standing on either side of Brent, he is still a vision of powerful masculine beauty. His thick, stubby dick, the size of a soda can now stiffens and points straight toward his master. Brent smiles and leans in to kiss the man, forcing his mouth open with his own, tasting his lips and his mouth. The man's cock is painfully hard, and his hips bow toward his master, giving himself to his god’s desire. He places his unconscious partner against Brent's pecs, the head sliding between he massive mounds of meat. Without breaking the kiss, Brent begins to glow as the body sinks into his own. His worshipper moans as he feels Brent absorb his offering, cumming as the body disappears completely. Brent pulls back and smiles approvingly at his worshipper, who bows deeply and returns to the audience. The pattern is repeated again and again, each man bringing forth another offering to add to Brent's mass. They ask different things of their god, some choosing to suck on Brent's three-foot monster, some begging him to flex a muscle for them to kiss. Brent was in heaven, feeling more mass build inside him as the men slavishly worship his impossibly huge body. With each absorption, Brent glowed brighter, his eyes closing as he rubbed his hands all over himself, resisting the urge to cum as each offering was broken down into more nutrients and cum. Finally, the last worshipper returned to the audience, joined by the four attendants, all of the men kneeling before their god. Brent stood and walked to the edge of the stage, surrounded by a golden light. Already he looked as if he had grown, but the men knew this was just the beginning. Brent locked eyes with the nearest worshipper, causing the man's orgasm to burst from his already spent cock as if he had been abstaining for weeks. He collapsed on the ground unconscious, his body continuing to convulse. Brent smiled, turning to another as he raised one massive arm and flexed his fingers in a slow-yet-rhythmic fashion. As if on cue, the second man cried out, a great burst of white fluids gushing from him, his pelvis thrusting rapidly as he was rendered unconscious by his massive orgasm. Brent laughed, his deep chuckle sending shivers down everyone's spine. He was too huge, too sexy, and most of all far too muscular for any man on the planet to resist. “Holy *fuck,*“ he moaned, the deepness of that utterance sending chills all the way to my toes. “This… feels… *magnificent.*“ The crowd watched attentively as Brent began to glow brighter. He bellowed lustily as intense waves of power spread across his muscled form. The golden aura around his body deepened. Brent's torso and legs began to stretch to new lengths. His height increased to 11 feet, then 12. His shoulders erupted with inhuman power, muscular mountains fusing into monster traps that barely contained the growing pillar passing for his neck. As he bent forward to look over his thickened pecs, he saw his devotees drooling as they watched him, stroking themselves and each other as their god grew. His monster cock convulsed, as if it was barely holding on to an orgasm to end all orgasms. “I can feel every muscle, every *cell* in my body, just bulging and flexing with insane power!” Brent growled. The crowd could only gape as Brent's growing body swelled. The muscles on his enlarged frame found new space to grow and expand. His mammoth chest lifted and thickened. Brent repeatedly flexed his super-sized chest and felt light-headed by the power that rocketed through his body. Below them, his freak-show abdominal muscles had grown to the size of anvils, and they were still getting bigger! He watched with approval as one muscle after another in his arms grew in volume to fill the spaces from shoulder to elbow and from elbow to wrist. His biceps split into huge lumps of throbbing power. His triceps hung like giant hams, each of the three heads fighting for room. He raised his arms slowly in triumph and found his biceps had grown so large, he could barely touch his head with his fist. "Oh god…..so much fucking muscle and power!" he whimpered to himself, his prodigious pecs bouncing back and forth under his groping fingers. Between his legs, Brent's already monstrous mega-cock grew even larger pressed between his cinderblock brick abs and pillow-sized pecs. Brent moaned, his hands massaging his gargantuan prick as the muscular tower of throbbing flesh continued growing out until the swollen head was throbbing at eye level to him. “Now *that’s* what I’m talking about,” he growled, spreading his huge legs wide. “So much power, so much raw, erotic power! Fuck! I can feel it shooting through my muscles, my cock! Fuck yeah!” Simultaneously, Brent's lats expanded and pushed his arms further outward. The traps and deltoids of his shoulders grew into melon shaped masses of power. The V-taper, already impressive, took on even more dramatic shape. Brent's throat became encased in a thick column of muscle pushing hard against traps that just touched his ears. As quickly as Brent's upper body grew, his legs thickened even more rapidly. His calves, mighty and thick, split into two perfectly shaped diamonds each threatening to tear away from the bone. "Fuuuuuuuuuccckkkkk!" Brent rumbled. Thick, pulsing veins ran like highways over and around every supersized muscle, converging at the base of his throbbing, monstrous, king-sized cock. The muscle giant gripped the base of his cock with both hands, the throbbing head spraying precum onto his face and hair. With no effort at all, he bent his head slightly forward and shoved his leaking cock into his mouth, slurping at it loudly, both hands pumping it at the same time. Spit and precum leaked out by the mouthful, covering his cock and chest in a slimy, clear residue as he felt his testes fill with gallons of potent cum. His throbbing, muscular cock was riddled with veins, easily six feet long and as thick as a man's leg. Brent's moans of pleasure sent shivers through the audience, their god growing bigger than any of their wildest imaginations. As the glowing light faded, Brent's metamorphosis subsided. He sat back on his throne, dripping in sweat, panting as he tried to catch his breath. Brent had grown into a fucking titan, a herculean god. He was a fucking freak, a bulging muscle freak, twelve fucking feet tall and definitely over a ton of pure fucking muscle. Every square inch of his body was filled with distended muscle. Veins wound around his body and throbbed with blood like molten steel. Brent flexed his gargantuan physique. The muscles audibly rumbled as they shifted beneath his golden skin. Brent's hands squeezed his pecs, feeling their new size and weight. He couldn't help himself, every inch of him had been pumped to perfection. Pinching his nipples sent more jolts of pleasure through his body. Cum churned in his balls, processing the last of his offerings, inflating like balloons against his thighs. He wrapped his herculean arms around his titanic cock and began jerking it with his entire body. Every muscle in Brent's huge body was flexing violently, biceps bunching with the pump of his fist, bubble butt clenching, mammoth thighs rippling with shredded muscle, pecs bouncing involuntarily with each stroke. "Oh yeah…..oh fuck yeah….." Brent drawled to himself, his eyes screwed shut, lost in his own self-pleasure. Any man who could focus their eyes long enough through their orgasms was staring fixedly upon Brent's swollen cock. He began to use both hands to stroke himself, using nothing nothing but his copious self-lube to slick up his monstrous pole. Both hands traveled up and down the length of his rod, and he turned and twisted so everybody got incredible shots of his rigid, leaking dick, now even harder and leaking more. He shoved his cockhead into his mouth. Audibly, he began to suck and bob on his cockhead as his hands stroked from balls to crown. Brent groaned with joy as he felt himself getting close, every muscle twitching and flexing, his fingers drenched with pre-cum. The audience were in hysterics, frantically masturbating as they awaited the inevitable. Even those who didn't have a drop of jizz left in their bodies stood massaging their aching erections nonetheless. His groans became faster and louder, muffled by the incredible bulk of his bloating cockhead, and his hands became blurs as they rode the amazing length of his shaft, and then, throwing his head back and screaming, the first shot of cream was spewed forth form his balls. "ARRRRRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH FFFFFFUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCKKKKKKKK!!!!" Brent let out an animal bellow of orgasm and ecstasy as pints upon pints of thick jizz rushed from his mighty balls, rocketing up his throbbing rod and exploded from his dark red cockhead, soaring over the crowd. All at once the audience came, shimmering wads of cum blasting from their cocks in unison. They fall onto their knees and cry out in pleasure as their orgasms took over, sending them into convulsions of pleasure as they fired loads that were completely dwarfed by Brent's. "AAAARRRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHHH!!!!!" Brent screamed again. The second jet of thick, heady cum erupted from his cockhead, shooting 30 feet into the air, hitting the ceiling. Cum showered down on the masturbating crowd, upturned faces splattered with cream. Rope after rope after rope of thick, creamy splooge blasted from the muscle god's six-foot monster cock. Some jets soared meters across the room, high above the heads of the crowd, landing here and there randomly on some lucky spectator. Brent's mighty orgasm ripped through ever fiber of his gigantic body, muscles flexing and relaxing involuntarily with ecstasy. "Oh YEAH!" he moaned, cupping his hands over his huge, heaving pecs, squeezing them. His abs crunched as he thrust into the air. The acolytes, zombie-like, moved toward Brent's superhuman body and began rubbing their bodies against his legs and lower torso. Two wrapped their hands around Brent's erupting cock and jerked it with all their strength. The men were in absolute lust for Brent's muscles, squeezing, licking and caressing them with the fervor of pure sexual ecstasy. Brent moaned as he enjoyed his superhuman orgasm, his massive hands squeezing the armrests of his chair tightly as he flexed and thrust his hips in the air. The acolytes aimed Brent's cock at each other, try to swallow what they could, knocking each other over from the pressure of each blast. The hyperconcentrated protein from all of his processed offerings had the effect of the most potent steroids, giving them the strength and mass they needed to endure Brent's intense fuck sessions. They'd point the erupting hose at Brent, letting him drink his own load, all the while whispering how hot he was in his ear. "You're so fucking huge, Brent," whispered one. "I can't get enough of this enormous dick," grunted another. They told him how massive his cock was, how amazing he was, how no man compared to him. Just hearing this made the musclegod writhe with pleasure, his muscles tensing and bulging out, cock flaring and pulsing as his orgasm went into overdrive. He drenched his worshippers for ten whole minutes before his orgasm calmed to a trickle. The slightest of movements caused his muscles to flex monstrously. Every flex was intoxicating. Brent felt so strong it was almost surreal, his head dizzy with excitement. He was the epitome of masculinity, with his insane, overdeveloped muscles and a cock that throbbed with barely controlled sexual energy. He leaned back on his throne, his massive dick resting on his chest, cockhead leaking the last of his epic load onto his shoulder. Streams of white flowed down the deep valleys and grooves of his muscles, pooling on the seat and floor beneath him. "Fuck!" Brent panted, "What a growth." Brent grinned widely, nodding proudly to himself as he surveyed the room. The scene was chaos, a sort of sexual carnage, the aftermath of a lusty rampage of epic proportion. Muscle men were strewn everywhere, their balls drained so thoroughly that they were nearly too exhausted to move. Most seemed unconscious, others were barely hanging on, moaning and writhing weakly. Each was covered from head to toe in sperm… thick lines and ropes and splatters across their sweaty forms. Those still able to move seemed perfectly happy with the situation, their hands roaming their bodies slowly, sliding through pools of hot seed as they brought fingerfuls of creamy cum to their lips or stroked their abused dicks. In the morning, they'd head home, where they would go out in search of new partners, new lovers to become offerings to their monstrous muscle god.

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

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

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

Oh hell yes. Superman is no match for Lex’s muscle

Even if this story never gets another chapter, it's one of the all-time greats, dude, and it's well characterized enough that I can satisfy myself just imagining future chapters (and making one or both more bearish ). Hats off <strike>Rory</strike> Dred, may you grow to be as big as your fantasies and then show it off for all of us. I can read in your more recent stuff your perspective shifting from little guy to big guy, and it's hot as hell.

“Uhh...wha? Where am I?” The 28-year-old Lebanese born cutie awakens in a place that he has never been to before. He is woozy from the night before and can’t remember what happened. He notices that the area has a bathroom, kitchen, and bedroom furniture after getting up on his feet. He looks down and sees that he is still wearing his outfit from the restaurant he went to with his date. A blue v-neck shirt with loose fitting jeans. He is not wearing shoes. He has multi-colored socks on. He finds a mirror down a small corridor and looks at himself. He is thin with a well-groomed black beard and opens his mouth to examine his teeth. He hears a voice coming from somewhere above his head and turns to find a camera directed towards him. “Good morning, Leo. It is good to see that you are doing okay. Our date last night went really well. I especially enjoyed the end of the night when you decided to kiss me.” Leonid Ajram grimaces as he continues to stare into the camera and immediately recognizes the voice. “Isiah, what are you up to? Is this some kind of joke? I genuinely thought that we were going to move forward in our friendship. I really like you. It isn’t easy for me to connect with another man. What is this place I am in? It looks like a bunker of some kind.” “Don’t worry about it Leo. If you check the fridge in the kitchen, you will see that you have plenty of food to satiate your appetite. I will also provide your computer to you once we get you more comfortable.” The 5’5 black-haired, furry Arabian man walks over to the fridge and opens it. He sees a lot of things that suggest that he is a bodybuilder. It confuses him with all the protein-rich meals and drinks. He closes it and walks back over to the same camera. “Heh, are you joking? I mean...look at me. Does it look like I work out? I am probably around 63 kilos soaking wet.” “Yeah, well that won’t be the case much longer, my sexy friend. Why don’t you drink one of those shakes?” After grabbing one of them out of the fridge and gulping it down, Leo can now feel something happening inside his abdomen. He clutches it and starts groaning. It doesn’t take long before he notices that his hands and feet start to swell ever so slowly. He realizes that he can also feel himself getting a little taller as well. His arms and legs slowly thicken, and he can feel his flat chest starting to get a bit curvier. He can feel his abdominals popping out as well and his cock getting a little fatter than before. The pain he felt in the beginning quickly subsides. He is now smiling. “You are an asshole, Isiah. You injected me with that molecule you were telling me about last night, didn’t you? I do feel surprisingly good right now though.” Leo is now checking out the changes in the mirror again. He lifts his shirt up and smiles as he stares at his athletic frame. He turns and notices that he also has more in the trunk than he did previously. He flexes his biceps, which rise and form into nice peaks. He then pulls his pants down to admire his well-defined legs, thick furry cock and heavy ball sack. He is starting to get incredibly horny and starts stroking himself. “I am okay with this bro. Are you watching me right now? I wonder how far you are wanting to take this with me?” After a few minutes of edging himself, Leo stops and pulls his pants back up. He turns to the camera again. He smiles and starts to moan. He is really starting to enjoy himself. “Isiah...I am not mad at you for doing this to me. Mmm...are you getting off on me turning into a bodybuilder?” The cutie can feel himself getting even taller now as his body goes into another growth phase. He realizes that he still has his socks on as his feet start to rip through them. He closes his eyes and starts to laugh. He can hear Isiah whispering on the camera saying, “Yeah...fucking grow for me Leo.” His clothing is now getting extremely tight on his swelling frame as his expanding quads strain his jeans and his inflating upper body begins to test the limits of his shirt. He opens his eyes to stare in delight at his gorgeous veiny biceps, triceps, and forearms. He takes a couple of his fingers from both hands and takes turns tracing the roadmap of his impressive veins up both of his arms. His sleeves are now clinging to his big triceps. His pecs have formed a shelf and are hugging his top perfectly. His cock is begging for mercy in his jeans, but he is savoring what is happening to him and is going to let his body decide what to do next. The amount of testosterone flowing through him has him longing for Isiah. “Get in here with me, jerk. I want to share this with you.” “Go weigh yourself Leo. There is a scale by the kitchen.” “OH, FUCK YES!” Leo finds it and steps on the scale. He is extremely pleased with the number. “Oh yeah, 84kg. I feel so much bigger. I wonder how much taller I am.” Isiah chimes in. “Well, the molecule generally adds about two inches each time you grow...so I am guessing 5’9.” Leo is not satisfied with that. “Damn, I’m not tall enough. Maybe if I drink some more of these shakes...” He opens the fridge again and guzzles down two more of the drinks that are in there. He sighs as he finishes them. He finds another camera in the kitchen. “Bro, how many times is this going to happen today? I want so much more...” “Well, I imagine you are going to grow again shortly because your body is now filled with thousands of molecules. They multiply each time you grow.” Leo can sense it again from within him. He starts to laugh slowly as he walks over into the bedroom area. It is at this point that Isiah crept into the complex through a back entrance. He knows that he is about to get a show because he has wanted to grow his good friend for several months. His dream has been to turn his friend into a huge beast so that he could be capable of turning himself into one. This of course, excites him greatly. He manages to sneak in behind the sweaty Arab and starts whispering into one of his ears, “I have dreamt about this ever since I met you, Leo. I can see how much you want this now, and I want it just as much as you do.” The hunky Lebanese stud moans deeply as his 6’2 150-pound instigator slowly starts caressing his arms and pecs, feeling them strain against his fingers. “Just stay focused on me stud and enjoy what is happening to you. I want to feel your muscles as they turn you into an insatiable beast.” Isiah is rubbing himself up against Leo and is moaning to himself. He finds Leo’s nipples and is pinching them, making him lean back to kiss his partner on the lips. He stops to breathe for a few moments and makes a few remarks. “Ahh...you are so evil bro. I can feel my balls blowing up inside my pants. I can do nothing but hunger for size right now, so this is all your fault.” Leo sighs as his huge cock and growing ball sac bursts through his zipper and begins to rip the fabric surrounding them, as it drapes forward, leaking profusely onto his other half’s clothing. Isiah is mesmerized by how thick and beautiful it is. It has a veiny sheath and must be at least 10 inches in length and 6 inches thick. He kisses the Arab on the face as he stares at it. “OMG, it looks beautiful Leo. There is no stopping your transformation at this point. I can’t wait for...” He can hear Leo’s pants ripping against his own crotch, noticing the Arab embracing it, as Isiah reaches down to feel his growing partner’s ass swelling. “Oh fuck! Mmm...it feels so incredible feeling your muscles growing against me babe. I am getting so freaking horny.” Leo turns to look at him and smiles as his quads blast their way out the sides of his jeans and continue to expand bigger. Their size and definition would envy many heavyweight bodybuilders at this point. He finally turns around and smacks his big tool against Isiah’s midsection. “BRO! You must feast on my cock because I want to feed you so much. I demand that you join me in this new world you are creating. OH yeah...here I grow again...” Leo can feel himself getting taller again as his upper body prepares for the coming surge. His shirt can no longer cover his abdominals as they are nearly exposed. Isiah gets down on his knees and starts toying with the hot beast’s wet cock, rubbing it with his hands and smelling his balls, taking in his irresistible aroma. He looks up at Leo and watches as the beautiful Arab’s expanding pecs start to slowly rip his shirt, the sound excites both men. The growing beast moans as he grabs one of Isiah’s hands and moves it up along his expanding chest, letting him touch each swelling hairy abdominal that is quickly filling space on his midsection. His fingers find Leo’s pec meat in no time, petting each one of them as they continue to widen and balloon. He moans deeply feeling his hard nipples straining against his shirt, which is not going to last much longer. “Oh yeah...feel them swelling? I am such a pec slave Isiah. I always craved feeling the giant ones in my dreams. I never dreamed that...mmm...it feels so FUCKING UNREAL! You are turning me into a gorgeous monster bro. Watching my body grow is intoxicating. I need so much more...” Isiah marvels as he feels Leo’s chest swelling even bigger, nearly touching the beast’s face. Leo looks down and grunts as his huge and beefy mantits finally release themselves from captivity, his shirt rips open and reveals his bloated furry torso. Isiah is now slowing gulping on his creation’s thick tool, tasting the sweet precum that it is now spilling inside him and moaning with each moment that passes, watching intently on the Arabian’s metamorphosis. Leo is moaning loudly as well, hearing his own voice change as the growth envelopes his arms. “Ohh FUCK YEAH! Is this supposed to feel this incredible? This is better than any sex I have ever had in my life Isiah. Look at me...bro! LOOK AT ME!” As he continues to work over the growing Arabian’s luscious cock, Isiah continues to look up at the beast as Leo feels his arms stretching bigger. He flexes his forearms and moans deeply as he stares in disbelief watching his biceps inflate, veins expanding and ripping through the fabric with ease. His expanding triceps tearing up his shirt like paper as his cock throbs violently ready to unload what has been building up inside him for quite a while. “Enjoy my protein shake, you devious asshole. You deserve this...ahh” Isiah gags loudly as he begins swallowing what must be gallons of cum. He pulls Leo’s bulging tool out of his mouth after a few seconds as it quickly coats him in his impressive load. The Arabian bodybuilder flexes his biceps making his shirt nearly rip in half as his swollen lats inflate and rip out the sides. His expanding lower half is almost completely free from his pants. His partner finds his cock again, licks and kisses it, wiping his eyes in the process, squeezing Leo’s cockhead, enjoying the Arabian beast’s buckling, seeing his muscular quads flexing, and every few seconds gulps down a few more jets of Leo’s thick and impressive liquid. He lovingly watches as the muscle monster’s tool calms down and stops leaking for a few moments. He looks up at Leo again in delight. The buff beauty smiles back at him. “I find great satisfaction in...uhh...hold on.” Leo grunts as his bloated delts and traps rip even more of his top, turning it basically into strips of fabric. He laughs as he examines his furry chest and legs, rubbing them with his hands before lifting his partner up to his face. He kisses him on the lips and moans, tasting his own cum. “Whoa! I make delicious spunk. I wonder how long it will take before you start...you know...joining me?” “I don’t know Arabian beefcake. This is new territory for us both. The molecule was generated to grow inside of a single host. After that, I’m not sure what happens when it exits through your cum, into another host.” “Well...I am fantasizing about it right now...you know...about you becoming like me, Isiah. Let’s make that happen soon because I have a deep yearning for it. I don’t know why that is, but...ahh...I think that maybe it will make me grow again, hopefully.” They both are now walking over to the scale together. Leo puts him back down on the floor as he stands on it and poses confidently. He is making a few funny gestures as he stares at the number. “Hmm...118 kilos. That is a lot better. I am guessing I am 5’11?” “I would say that you are probably a bit over 6’ now, Leo. You are not much shorter than me now. It seems your...desire...has helped you make up a bit of the height difference.” Leo turns around and hugs Isiah up against him. His growth has stopped for the time being and he is pulling off the remains of his clothing and tossing them off to the side. His skinnier partner rubs on him slowly, feeling his bulging muscles and starts kissing the Arabian beast softly again. After a few seconds, Leo moves his mouth over to start talking into one of Isiah’s ears. “You know it will happen to you bro. I think you are trying to stall because you didn’t intend for it to happen. Your obsession in transforming me worked and I don’t think you had any idea how much I wanted this. You have also underestimated my intentions to make you grow like me.” Isiah is drenched in Leo’s cum from his head to his soaked socks and dress shoes. He is wearing a button-up and black pants. He is not wearing underwear and his cock is clearing visible in his pants. He does look like he is starting to sweat just a bit, which is not going unnoticed by the Arabian beast, who thinks he is about to see one of his fantasies come true. “Come on Isiah...let it go. It can’t just be me. Maybe you need more of my protein...” He tells his partner to start worshipping his cock again, which is back to being fully erect again and is leaking once more. “Mmm...it is the thought of transforming you that is making me reload again. I want you to hulkout so fucking bad...” Isiah moans and comes to the realization that he does want it too, so he starts stroking Leo, making the huge beast try to hasten his load so that he doesn’t have to wait too much longer. It only takes a couple of minutes to reach its end. “Feeding time again...” Leo grunts as he starts pumping more cum out of his cock as Isiah starts catching it in his mouth. It is frothier than the last one, but equally satisfying. His smaller partner is savoring it as he slowly gulps as much of it down as he can. He is extremely full now as his body looks as if it has swelled a few pounds, due to the volume of liquid it has taken in. He motions to Leo that he needs to take a few minutes to compose himself. The huge Arabian picks him up in his arms and takes him over to the bed to sit him beside him. “I can feel something happening inside me...Leo. It is strange. I don’t know what to think right now.” “That is where I was when it started too Isiah. Just try to relax and let it do the work.” The huge beast rubs his partner’s back and watches Isiah’s body return to its original size. He leans him against his side and whispers in his ear as he starts to tremble. “I think it is working, you fiend. Your lust has gotten us both in this situation and now...your destiny and my pleasure await.” Isiah can now feel the effects of his partner’s powerful cum flowing though him. He reaches down to rub his hard cock again in his pants as Leo starts to run his hands all over his friend’s sore body. The huge beast pulls Isiah’s hands away from his cock so he can get down on his knees to start running his tongue along the shaft, which is raging just beneath the surface of the fabric. “Mmm, yeah, I can feel it building up inside me, Leo. I want it to happen so much, but I am also so nervous. I wonder how much I will grow because of your potent seed.” He can feel his muscles starting to swell as Leo stops playing with his member for a few moments to watch in anticipation. Isiah’s cock is getting even meatier as it struggles to stay hidden. His huge Lebanese partner can smell the testosterone collecting in his crotch and growls as he uncovers his buddy’s huge floppy pole to suck on it. He moans as he closes his eyes, gulping it down his big throat and feels Isiah struggling to maintain his composure. He looks up at him and grins as he continues to slowly slurp on his friend’s juicy cock before putting it back inside his pants. He stops for a few seconds again to watch Isiah. “YYEEAAHH...surrender to it Isiah. Mmm...your cock is so fucking beautiful too. So big and juicy. I must see you hulkout, it is something I crave deep down in my soul.” He can see Isiah closing his eyes as his pecs start to fill up the inside of his shirt, the buttons are now straining to contain them. Leo gets up off the floor and is now holding his partner’s arms as they expand within his grasp. He is sighing in pleasure as he feels the veins pulsing and thickening in each forearm slowly tearing through the sleeves of his friend’s dress shirt. The growing 32-year-old chemist opens his eyes again and stares at his arms in shock. “Oh fuck yes! I thought this would hurt so much, but it feels ohh...so...good. Ahh...my cock is so fucking big, Leo. Mmm...I can’t wait to see these huge beasts under this shirt become monstrous.” “You and me both, you evil genius. You are growing so much bigger than I did the first time.” Leo is then further stimulated when he watches in pleasure as several of the buttons on his partner’s shirt blast him in the face and body. He moans as he feels Isiah’s swelling chest now pressing up against him, pecs pumped to the max, his heart racing, breathing erratically, and laughing in delight. His pants have now burst open as his immense cock finally emerges spurting precum up into the air and onto Leo’s big sweaty pecs and abs. “URR...I am getting so fucking huge. I need more!” His hairy Arabian partner is now stepping back to give him more space. The growth is now in full force as his pants nearly disintegrate as his calves and quads are growing rapidly. He reaches down to tear the tattered fabric away and tosses it into the wall. He quickly flexes his expanding back and bloated arms as they blast through his shirt. He puffs his chest out, watching in ecstasy as it continues to inflate in front of his eyes. “Bro... I want those gorgeous tits in my mouth. They are calling my name.” Leo can’t help but to lean in to start sucking on each one of his partner’s swollen nipples with his mouth, grunting loudly as he is shocked at how amazingly big, they are. The sensation is incredibly intoxicating as Isiah easily tears his shirt off his upper body and tosses it to the side as well. His abs and torso have expanded to nearly twice their size to match his insanely round and meaty pecs. He is moaning loudly as he feels his huge cock getting ready to blast everywhere. “YES...FUCK...the feeling is indescribable. I am no longer a puny nerd, Leo. My muscles are now much bigger than my intelligence and I...am about to spray this fucking place with my seed.” The Lebanese beast quickly stops working on Isiah’s man tits to get down on his knees again to catch his bro’s thick load. His pupils are dilated, and he couldn’t be more excited. He watches as it throbs wildly, huge, purplish, and incredibly veiny in his hands. He then grabs it and slurps on it again, guzzling piles of precum as he awaits his meal. “How big are you Isiah...130...140 kilos? I need to be bigger than this. Feed me your man protein because I am the alpha here.” As he continues to stroke the huge beast a few more times, he can smell it emanating from inside Isiah’s cockhead and starts to gulp on it, moaning loudly and breathing heavily. Isiah yells with pleasure as he starts to unload inside his Arabian partner. After several ropes go down his throat, Leo pulls his friend’s cock out and lets it coat his chest and cock. He sighs for a few seconds before lovingly shoving it back into his mouth again. He is still moaning as he continues to suck on Isiah’s big 10-inch veiny shaft, drenched in sweat, precum, and man protein. His chemist friend is now finished growing. Leo is slowly massaging his own 9-inch shaft with one of his hands and his partner’s thick abs with the other. He loves having Isiah’s big pole in his mouth as it makes him pine for growth, but he finally stops massaging it with his lips and pulls it out to let it dangle downward. “I think I am in fucking love with your meat, Isiah. Why don’t you go weigh yourself over there like I did.” “Oh, that is a good idea, Leo.” The chemist gradually moves his way over to the scale and pushes a few buttons to clear it. Leo is now back up on his feet again and is grinning. He can feel it deep down in his loins. The next round is getting ready to start, but he wants Isiah to not see him until it is almost done. The 32-year-old at the scale steps on it and starts to read off the numbers to Leo. “OH DAMN! I did grow a lot bro... I weigh 132...ki...los...” “Don’t...uhh...turn to look at me Isiah...I... MMM FUCK...it feels SOOO...fucking...AWESOME!” Leo can feel himself getting taller again, this time adding several more inches. He reaches down to feel his cock stretching and expanding in his hand. The pleasure is making him feel almost numb to it as he revels in his transition to godhood. All he can do is just stare in awe at how dense and wide he is getting. His quads are literally pressing his legs further apart as he feels his chest doing the same to his arms. He lets go of his massive dong as it gets closer and closer to the floor. His ball sack is also blowing up in size as his two monstrously huge baseball-sized protein makers dangle further towards the ground. He can no longer see too much of his friend in the kitchen because his pecs are concealing part of his face. He is achieving growth nirvana and knows that it will be his mission to keep it going by making Isiah turn into a muscle god like him so that he can do the same for him again. “OKAY BRO! TURN TO LOOK AT ME AND FEAST YOUR EYES ON YOUR GOD!” Isiah is blown away when he sees the muscle giant standing a few feet away from him. Leo must be at least 6’6 tall now, but his weight can no longer likely be determined as he looks like he is at least 190 kilos. His booming voice almost shakes the walls in the facility. “Uhh...Leo? You look so fucking beautiful. I want to touch you and worship you, but are you going to try and do something to me?” The bloated Arabian behemoth smiles at him. “Why don’t you come over here and find out, Isiah. You won’t regret it. Well, you might for the first few minutes. HAHA!” Knowing that he probably doesn’t have much of a choice, the chemist walks over to him and starts to mess with Leo’s beastly cock. “I knew you couldn’t resist the urge, bro. We will probably be bursting through the ceiling before the day ends, and I wouldn’t do it with anyone else but you.” “I knew there was a reason why I picked you Leo. Let’s fucking keep growing forever.” “With pleasure!” Isiah slowly starts to go down on Leo’s cock with his eager ass and starts to move up and down on him. The 418-pound muscle monster grunts as he gets ready to grow his maker once again.

Part 13 Malcolm broke away from enjoying Jason and his even hunkier physique. He turned back to Evan grinning, looking especially flustered. "Aye the powers of the universe and the man of my dreams. Pretty sweet set up don't you think Evan!" Evan glared at him but tried to remain composed, he needed to get Malcolm out the appartment and to leave the stone there for Benji. "So you think you're a God now and your big plans are to makeout with the guy you have a crush on, what a waste. You don't even deserve them." Malcolm's face fell and then was contorted with rage. Evan felt himself fly off the couch and was held against the wall! "I AM MORE OF A GOD THAN YOU EVER WHERE! I COULD BREAK YOU WITHOUT LIFTING A FINGER!" Evan grimaced, struggling as he felt himself pinned by Malcolm's power. "Yea you could break one mortal man, hardly anything spectacular is it. Jason could break me and he doesn't even have any powers!" Malcolm continued to glare at Evan then looked at Jason, who towered over him, knowing Jason's physique could indeed crush Evan. "You want to see what I can do with these powers then Evan, I'll do things you never dreamed of, this world will fall to me if I want it!" And then, as Evan had done so many times with the powers, Malcolm began to grow. Although Evan's plan was to bait Malcolm in displaying some power somewhere other than the appartment, the sight of Malcolm growing up, past Jason, was terrifying. "Well, puny Evan!" chuckled Malcolm, as mass of muscle piled on as he grew taller and taller. "Is this more what you had in mind with these powers!" Evan didn't reply, he was too in awe of Malcolm and his growth. Malcolm grew up do the ceiling, then began to burst through it. "Oh ho ho! Yes!!!" cried Malcolm. And creating a blast. Malcolm decimated the rest of the roof. Allowing him to look down at an agast Evan who was still staring up at him. "Cummon little man!" he said. "Let's show the rest of the world who their new God is!" Evan saw Malcolm's giant hand come down towards him, and picked him up. Evan struggled against his clasped fist but it was no luck. Malcolm turned, continuing to grow, and jumped down to the street below. People began screaming seeing this growing muscle moster tower over them. Malcolm just laughed, stomping on cars as he made his way down the street, clearly going power mad. "Oh yes Evan, look how they run in fear of me! They know to worship and respect me. As you'll come to do!" Police cars began rolling up in front of Malcolm, who looked at them amused. "Halt," Cried a police officer in charge. "We don't know what you are but this damage is unacceptable!" Malcolm looked down at the tiny police men. "Anything is do is acceptable, if you can't deal with that, I'll deal with you!" And Malcolm continued to stomp down the the street towards the police. "OPEN FIRE!" A shower of bullets rained on Malcolm - but they did nothing. "Oh." said Malcolm, half annoyed, half amused. "You wanna see what happens when you test me!" Suddenly, Evan saw the ground began to shake. Large cracks began appearing and the police card began falling down them. The police officers trying to run to safetly out the way. "HAHAHAHAHA!" cried Malcolm. "This is what happens when you go against a God!" People had began recording Malcolm. He turned to them. "Good, let the world know of my power. This is Malcolm's world now. Those who oppose me, will get worse than these police officers here." Evan was getting worried. Where was Benji? Evan wasn't just worried for himself now, Malcolm was dangerous. And although Evan had considered the possibility of ruling as a God... Malcolm was going to do it and not care about who he hurt. He needed to be stopped. Then... Evan saw down the street, Benji jogging towards them. "This is it," thought Evan. "But now I have to keep Benji distracted" Malcolm turned to look at him, "What are you looking at back there," "Oh... the absolute mayhem you unleashed. I didn't think you'd be able to do that. And you're so fucking big!" "Yea," smirked Malcolm. "You always liked big guys to didn't you?" And Malcolm flexed a huge bicep grinning. "I didn't think I'd enjoy being the big one, I always wanted Jason. But now I know, the power is what I want." "It's honestly so hot, maybe you do deserve it. Maybe you'll let me be your worshipper... show me the continued growth!" "You want me bigger, eh?" laughed Malcolm. Enjoying what he thought was Evan's turn to serving him. He then bent down and put Evan back to the ground and stood up tall, flexing. "Look up at your growing God then!" And Malcolm grew, people were in awe, shock or they were running away in fear. But Evan saw, running closer - was Benji. As Malcolm grew bigger, his feet edging outwards, just providing more space for Benji. Then Benji finally reached them, carrying the stone, put it against Malcolm - sucking the God powers back in to the stone. Benji immediately shrunk back to human size - looking confused. Then he saw Benji with the ruby stone. "NOOOOOOOO!" he cried. But just as Malcolm had done to Evan. Benji release the stone, gaining the powers. And sent Malcolm flying away from him down the street.

Part 12 Malcolm stood grinning and Evan got himself up. "You planning on trying to challenge me Evan," laughed Malcolm. "Surely you know you're powerless against me now. You know what I'm capable of now.... anything." And on the last word, Evan was thrown back on to the sofa, held as if by invisible ropes. Unable to move anything below him neck, his eyes still glaring in to Malcolm. "Precaution. Can't have you getting anywhere near that stone." said Malcom. "You really need to be more careful about spilling details of your biggest weakness in public spaces. But I suppose I should thank you for your stupidity." Evan glared at Malcolm but this stung more than anything. He had been stupid. He was so focused on destroying the stone he never thought to make sure no one else could get it. He thought it'd have been safe out of sight. But he supposed, if someone knew where to dig. Malcolm was no longer looking at Evan, he was focusing on himself. "I think a God should have a better body than this don't you?" And Evan witnessed Malcolm shrink his stomach down till it was flat and defined. He cleared up his skin from the abuse he'd given it. Then, envious, Evan saw him begin to fill out. Round pecs forming. Decent biceps filling out his sleeves. Legs becoming larger. Even his face looked more angular and handsome. He looked like a fitness model now, with a body Evan knew Malcolm would never have the drive or capacity to achieve on his own. "Oh yea," smirked Malcolm. Flexing his arms. "I'm looking pretty good now. Bet you'd even want a piece of me. If you weren't hating me so much at the moment. Maybe that'll change. Maybe you'll come to worship the worlds new God!" Malcolm walked closer to Evan, Evan was getting fearful of what he might do. "Oh don't worry Evan, I'm not going to hurt you. Not physically. I'm just going to make you watch as I live the life you know you could have had, if you were just a bit more sensible." Evan's fear was replaced by more hatred. He was throwing this in his face, the powers that should be Evan's. "I know you never liked me. You hated me with Jason. You two were always so chummy but I know you fancied him to." "Yea." said Evan. "But at least I was respectful to him. And he let me feel his muscles once, something he never let you do. Because he was secretly repulsed every time you groped him!" The words had escaped Evan before he had time to consider the consequences. Malcolm looked like he was ready to destory him on the spot but then a calm washed over his face. Then Malcolm grinned an evil smile which Evan did not like. Malcolm waved his arm and Jason suddenly appeared out of nowhere. Looking as great as always in fitted shorts and a vest showing off the 20 inch arms Evan had bestowed upon him. "Evan? Malcolm? What happened how did I get here?" "You came to see me," said Malcolm slowly. "Your boyfriend..." Evan's jaw dropped as a glazed look came over Jasons face and then suddenly he said: "Yea Malcolm. I've been making some really good gym progress. I know you like me big!" "I do. Show me some of that progress." Grinning like a puppydog, Jason flexed his massive arms for Malcolm. "Mmm, all that muscle for me," said Malcolm, looking over to Evan as he ran his hands over Jason's peaks. "You like growing big for me Jason." "Oh yea, it's all I want. To be a bodybuilder. It makes me happy, it makes you happy." "Oh I'm happy," replied Malcolm. "But I think I'd be even happier with you even bigger and I'm Evan would enjoy seeing that too!" "Oh yea, then make it happen. Everyone wins," cried Jason, oblivious. Evan began to witness Jason growing once again, only this time it wasn't for him and he wasn't in control. He watched as Jason's shoulders became round and his back grew so wide he burst out his vest. His shorts, already right, bunched up his legs more as his thighs exploded with more size as Jason approached the size of the bodybuilder he'd always dreamed to be. "Oh yea!" he cried, flexing two huge arms over his head. "Malcolm get over here and enjoy this new body." Malcolm, with all he power now, was lost in Jasons new physique. As he ran his hand over every muscle, he began kissing Jason passionately. Evan looked away disgusted and then noticed Benji standing in the bedroom with the door slightly open. Looking in in horror. Evan dared not speak, he didn't want to realert Malcolm. He shook his head, willing Benji to understand. Benji paused for a few seconds then retreated quietly back in the bedroom. Evan knew if there was a chance of stopping Malcolm. Benji needed to remain free to get the stone.

(Continued from part 1) I stood in the bathroom doorway, feeling my huge muscled body become warm as Anthony gaped in awe from his bed. Anthony’s hunky form was now tiny compared to my immensely built figure, which towered a whole head above him. He eagerly looked me up and down, his eyes pausing hungrily at the outline of the massive package in my briefs. “Whoa, Adrian,” he finally managed, swallowing wetly. His dick became hard in his camo lycra underwear, and he began to rub it slowly. “You like it?” I said, smiling cockily. I walked in front of where he was sitting, and he placed his left hand on my huge chest. “Oh yes,” he responded, sliding his hand over my abs in amazement as he stroked his dick over his briefs. He slowly stood up and ran both hands over my body with a grin, and then began licking my pecs and abs with his long, juicy tongue. “Ohhhhh...” I groaned in pleasure as his soft lips enclosed my hard nipple, and I started flexing vainly. He moved down my body until he reached my briefs, nuzzling the thick cock inside playfully with his tongue. My soft 13 inch dick dripped cum that seeped through the briefs, and Anthony happily lapped it up. He pulled down my briefs, unleashing the enormous floppy monster, which he immediately started licking, running his saliva from base to tip over and over again. I lied on my back on the bed, and Anthony followed, crawling over me with his butt in the air like a submissive twink. He opened his mouth wide and grabbed my giant throbbing meat with two hands. Repeatedly, he throated my horse cock, each time getting it further in. ”Ohhhh fuck yeah!” I yelled, and grabbed Anthony’s spiky-haired head, moving it up and down, feeling the sticky, wet, amazing heat that emanated from my cock fill my entire body. Sliding my still soft drool and cum-covered dick out of his throat, I powerfully grabbed his toned hips and flipped him over so that his thick ass was facing me. I instantly tore his underwear off and stuck my tongue into his hole, licking the rim of his pussy in delight. My cock was getting harder, and was now almost 17 inches, red and covered in pencil-thick veins. I plunged the monster into the gaping hole before me, feeling the hot flesh enveloped by Anthony’s body. He cried out in delight, jerking off his own cock as I thrusted and pulled my immense meat in and out of his hole wetly, its length increasing in full to two feet hard. Impossibly, my whole dick fit entirely inside of Anthony as unimaginable pleasure rolled through my core. “Unnnnnhhhhh!” I moaned, thrusting in and out and in and out and in, back and forth and back and forth. Feeling myself about to unload, I couldn’t bring myself to take my cock out. It was too fucking good. This one was going to be much bigger than the first, I could tell, as I felt cum rushing to the head of my monstrous dick. “Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck!” I shouted, and then my giant fucking cock exploded with cum, spewing and spurting it into Anthony, who was violently jolting, his eyes pointing up and his mouth wide open. “YESSSS!” he cried out, clenching the bedsheets tightly as his body filled with my sticky warm cum. Suddenly, he began to undergo a transformation, his muscles pulsing and bulging out, his already hunky body becoming even more jacked. His cock swelled and extended with each stroke, and his ass popped beautifully forth with my dick still inside. “Holy fuck!” I cried, realizing the serum I drank must have transferred into my cum, and that I had just given Anthony a full dose of it. I pulled my cock out of his ass, letting my heavy wet meat fall back down with a loud slap against my legs. I was even more surprised when I realized that I had shrunk a little, my cock no longer reached past my knees, but hung instead just above my knees. My muscles were still athletic, but they weren’t monstrous, like Anthony’s, which had swollen into the huge hulkish body I had previously. Anthony and I had traded muscle. “Hey!” I cried angrily, as Anthony looked at his new muscles in the mirror. “You stole that body from me!” “I didn’t try to do that,” he responded, tugging at his massive cock gleefully. “At least you aren’t as skinny as before. Look.” He pointed at my body, which was as hunky as Anthony was before. My dick was still at least 10 inches soft, and I was perfectly toned. My muscles were big, without being awkwardly huge, so I looked like an underwear model. Because of my reduced muscle size, I could now fit into my clothes, and although they were tight, they revealed my muscles attractively. My arms and shoulders were hugged closely by the shirt, and my pants bulge was mouthwateringly bouncy in my gym shorts. My perky pecs and stone-hard abs were visible under my red t-shirt, which was now a little too short but showed off my amazing v-lines perfectly. Anthony, however, was unable to fit into any of his clothes. “What am I supposed to do?” he asked, rummaging through his underwear drawer, which was filled with speedos, thongs, and jockstraps. “I don’t know,” I responded, shrugging, “maybe you could find someone with extra large clothes and “borrow” them.” “I can’t leave this room!” he said exasperatedly, trying on a tank top that ripped instantly. “You’ll have to do it for me, Adrian.” I paused and tried to think of someone who had extra large clothing. “Hey,” I said, “what about the gym coach? I heard that he’s basically a bodybuilder.” “Good idea,” Anthony answered as a speedo snapped beneath the weight of his engorged horse cock. The next day, I entered the locker room determined to bring Anthony one of the gym coach’s outfits, and I ran into a familiar, stupid face. Jason Tyler, who I now looked slightly down at, bumped into me as I made my way toward the coach’s office. “Hey, idiot! Watch where you’re-“ he began to say, but stopped as soon as he realized it was me. “Adrian? What the fuck?” He looked astoundedly at my physique, which now exceeded his in almost every way imaginable. “How the hell did-“ “Get out of my way, Jason,” I said firmly, pushing him aside with an effortless swat of my hand. I continued heading toward the gym coach’s office, but Jason confronted me again. “Wait a goddamn second!” he shouted furiously. “You can’t just shove me like that, I’m-“ I cut him short by pulling his shorts down, revealing a very hard dick. One of his friends who was watching said “What the hell, Jason. Are you fucking gay?” With bright red cheeks, he said “No! Stop it! I’m fucking like five girls at the same time! Shut up!” I stepped on his pants to prevent him from pulling them up, and whipped out my 10-inch cock, saying “Who’s got the better dick now, Jason?” He gawked at my dick, a small trail of saliva falling from his mouth. “Fuck...” he said slowly, and as his friends walked away, I grabbed his shoulder and shoved him into a nearby bathroom stall and locked the door behind me. Instantly, he began to suck my cock, his lips moving quickly back and forth over my long shaft. I ran my fingers through his wavy blond hair, feeling his fleshy throat and his quivering tongue repeatedly sliding across my meaty cock. I laughed with delight when I saw that he was already cumming, and before I shot my load I decided to stop. Jason wasn’t worth it, and I wasn’t about to let him steal my hot body from me. I squeezed my cock back into my incredibly snug shorts, and pushed Jason out of the stall, where his friends were waiting to laugh mercilessly at him, as they had heard everything and seen under the stall doors. As Jason fumed from the locker room, hounded by his cronies, I walked over to the coach’s office. I knocked on the door, and heard a loud baritone voice gruffly boom “Come in!” I opened the door to find the coach sitting in a chair with his back to me, pumping a dumbbell with his left hand, his huge bicep expanding like a balloon with every flex. “Hey, um, coach,” I began nervously, intimidated by the sheer size of his bicep. ”Call me Coach Tyler,” he bellowed back, setting his dumbbell on the ground and rising to his full, nearly 7 and a half foot height. I gulped, trembling with fear, when suddenly it dawned on me; Jason was Coach Tyler’s son. I was in big trouble. (To be continued)

(Continued from part 2) “Well what do you want?” Coach Tyler roared, his eyes sizing me up hungrily. He was an immensely built bodybuilder that towered over me, with godlike features that looked as if they were sculpted from marble. He was roughly 34, with a head of wavy brown hair and an almost adonis-like stubbled face which commanded respect with its stern appearance. I responded with a quiet and hesitant stammer, entranced by the pure slabs of muscle that bulged and strained against his black tank top. “I was just c-curious if I could b-b-borrow... some clothes.” His face racked with suspicion, Coach Tyler asked “what do you need MY clothes for?” He scoffed with amusement. “They’d be much too big for you.” I nodded my head shakily. “I know, sir. But my friend Anthony... umm... lost all his clothes, and he’s your size.” I felt myself craving Coach’s thick cock, its veiny outline snaking down to his knees, cradled by his snug sweatpants. My eyes followed the girthy monster’s throbbing curve down to its massive head with a ravenous gaze. Coach must’ve noticed my lustful eyes getting lost in the length of his cock, because his expression of annoyance slowly changed to one of smug satisfaction. “I think I have what you’re looking for in here,” he said, gesturing toward the door to the gym storage room. I entered, Coach following in behind and shutting the door. The room was slightly bigger than a supply closet, with shelves of jerseys, wrestling uniforms, gym shorts, and jock straps surrounding me on each wall. Turning to face Coach, my athletically perky pecs brushing up against his huge stony abs, I asked “Now if you don’t mind, where are the clothes I can borrow?” He looked down at me with a smile, placing his large hands on my broadly muscled shoulders. “You have to earn them first.” He removed his tank top, displaying his mountainous crests of muscle that burst forth from his torso. Then suddenly a strange sensation came over me. I began to feel warm and compliant, as if a wave of calm obedience had washed over my entire body. I wanted Coach. I needed Coach’s meaty dick inside of me, filling me with delicious gooey cum. I instantly fell to my knees and started nuzzling Coach’s package over his sweatpants, tracing out the entire 16 inches with my tongue. I grabbed the waistband of his pants and slowly pulled them down to the floor, revealing a pair of struggling white briefs that were weighed significantly down by the heavy giant that clung tightly to the elastic. I yanked Coach’s underwear off next, freeing his beastly cock, which swung heavily below his knees, his plump, melon-sized balls swinging along with it. Opening my mouth as wide as possible, I guided the horse cock into my throat. I felt Coach’s hand grab my hair and pull my head up and down the length of his enormous, juicy dick. It was the thickest and longest cock I had ever sucked, and yet it was still soft. I gagged with erotic delight as he forced it repeatedly down my throat. Then, Coach pulled my head up, allowing his huge drool-soaked monster to fall back between his legs. “Time to turn around boy,” he ordered with a grin. “Yes daddy!” I replied breathlessly, beginning to remove my shirt. Before I could do so, Coach grabbed my shirt by the collar and ripped it cleanly off my torso, revealing the muscular swimsuit model body I had borrowed from Anthony. He immediately managed to tear off both my shorts and boxer-briefs as well, and just like that, I was butt-naked, my floppy 10-inch dick slowly beginning to harden. I seductively bent over as Coach placed his monstrous wet schlong between my firm cheeks, gently teasing it over my round candy ass. The playful frottage was making my cock to leak a warm stream of precum. Without warning, Coach slammed his meat deep inside me, causing every muscle in my body to tense up, my mouth to fall wide open, and my every last vein to bulge under the surface of my skin. Grunting and groaning, he pounded me roughly with his meat-monster again and again. He grabbed my jockboy body with his powerful hands and slammed me into his gigantic cock. It was reaching impossibly far into me, as the feeling of pleasure was infinitely increasing. “Ohhhhhh, fuuck daddy! Yessss!” I moaned as I lost complete control. I cummed over and over again, having orgasm after orgasm, until it reached the point where I could not stop cumming. I was experiencing what felt like a million simultaneous orgasms, the result of which was one constant flood of cum. It felt amazing, so incredibly amazing, that I just wanted him to fuck me until my asshole was destroyed. Then Coach’s humongous cock exploded with sticky warm cum, filling every single crevice in my body with the substance. I could feel his cum in my belly, in my chest, in my legs and arms, and I could even taste in in my mouth. His cum became my cum, as it flowed from his dick, through my body, and then out of my dick with the force of a hose, painting the storage room walls with the oozing clear juice. Something was very special about Coach Tyler’s cum. I could feel it inside of me, mixing with the serum I drank yesterday to form a new substance that was changing me somehow. I looked at my body, and everything appeared normal. I still had the same sexy musclepup body, with my popping chest and my washboard eight-pack. I was still hung as a horse with my long fat cock swaying between my legs, but I knew that something felt... different. I was more confident, more sure of myself, I felt sexier. I was an alpha wolf, a muscle king, a god of male beauty, and I deserved to be treated as such. I picked myself up from the floor, observing my cum-covered muscles glisten in the dim light of the storage room. I used some of the cum to smooth my hair back, looked up at Coach, and asked “So can I borrow some clothes now?” “Looks like you’re gonna need double the clothes,” he said with a gruff chuckle, pointing at my ripped shirt, shorts, and boxer briefs. “Don’t worry about me,” I said confidently. I grabbed a red one-piece wrestling uniform off a nearby shelf, and slid my hunky legs in first, followed by my shredded torso and and broadly-muscled chest. My cock bulged beautifully against the smooth lycra, which left no detail up to the imagination. “Anyway, I need an outfit of yours for my friend.” Coach laughed arrogantly. “I don’t keep any other clothes here at school,” he said huskily, “and anyway, I could give a shit about your friend. Clothes are expensive. I’m not just gonna hand over one of my outfits for free.” At that moment, Jason Tyler burst into the room, and, seeing his father standing naked in front of me, shouted “Dad! What the fuck are you doing!” Jason stomped over to stand between us and looked at his father with embarrassed horror, spluttering and stammering but not saying a full word. “Stop that, Jason,” Coach Tyler bellowed angrily, “you’re only making a fool of yourself.” The two began to argue heatedly, and I took my chance. I grabbed Coach’s clothes from the floor and bolted out the door of the storage room. “HEY! WAIT!” I heard Coach boom from behind me, but he was unable to follow, since it would’ve meant charging naked through the building. As I headed for the locker room exit, my entire body brimmed with a suave energy, and I began to notice that everyone in the men’s locker room had turned their eyes to look at my outstanding physique. Every guy, no matter how straight, feasted their gaze upon my perfect muscular body and my large bouncy bulge. Coach must’ve had some sort of allurement power that he transferred to me unknowingly, because all of the locker room jocks got boners when they saw my sagging cock through the wrestling uniform. As I walked back to my dorm with Coach’s clothes under my left arm, every guy I passed stared with arousal at my firm plump ass, and I looked back with a sexy grin in response. When I returned to the dorm room, I knocked on the door, and Anthony’s cute face peeked out with caution. “Adrian? Thank god you’re here! I’ve probably missed so many classes!” I stepped inside to find Anthony’s hunky, naked body waiting for me. Only he wasn’t the muscle giant he had been that morning, he had returned to his original twunk body. In other words, Anthony and I now had exactly the same amount of muscle, we were the same height, and we both had soft 10-inch dicks. “What happened?” I asked, looking him up and down, and dropping the Coach’s clothes on the ground. “What do you mean?” he asked confusedly. “You shrunk!” I explained. Anthony looked at his body with an expression of realization. “Holy shit! You’re right! I didn’t even notice because I was napping all day!” “How did this happen?” I pondered, “What did you do before your nap?” “Well...” Anthony began with a pained expression of embarrassment, “my new hot muscles just made me so horny that I had to jerk off, so I stroked my dick like five times before I got too tired to continue.” “You must’ve cummed out all the serum that was inside you, which made you lose the muscle,” I explained. “I didn’t lose my muscle because-” Suddenly Anthony began to caress and feel my muscles, sliding his hands over the lycra wrestling uniform. “I’m sorry,” Anthony said, squeezing my bulging cock with one hand while feeling my pecs with the other, “I don’t know what’s come over me. I just have an uncontrollable urge to worship you.” “I know what’s come over you,” I responded, stripping off the wrestling uniform. “It’s a little gift that Coach left for me.” “I love it,” Anthony said, and he grabbed me by my cock and pulled me down on top of him on the bed. I fucked him deep into the night, and then we fell asleep cuddling. We went on our first date the next day, but it didn’t matter because we had already fallen in love. The End Epilogue: Coach Tyler was probably arrested for exposing himself to a student. PS: Sorry I have to end this series so soon, I have a boyfriend now, so I have less time to do this. Goodbye for now!