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Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6: I'll never forget that first night back. We didn't stop fucking for 8, 9 hours. Flip flopping over and over again, until our dicks felt too sore to keep going (but still rock hard). If I closed my eyes, I'd be overwhelmed by the feeling, the smell, of Frank's 470 pounds of furry muscle, writhing in my arms. If I opened them, my eyes would land on some grotesquely swollen muscle group, or his freak cock, or his bull neck, or on his handsome (and very roided-out) face, and I'd cum uncontrollably. After his pecs, his face was probably the second hottest thing. You’ve gotta imagine this youthful, handsome, bright-eyed, friendly face — at the helm of a body that would make your knees shake. Thick, short, dark beard that made his kisses and rimming even more intense and masculine. Neck and traps so astonishingly large they seemed to be encroaching on his ears. Veins snaking up and down his neck, and along the side of his buzzed head. His face was noticeably wider from all the roids. Believe it or not, that whole night, in between fucking, every hour or so, we'd pause to eat cold chicken and rice. There were 20 or so Tupperware containers stacked inside the mini-fridges in the dorm room. Nothing -- not even the ardor of touching each other's monstrous bodies after three months of growth -- would stop us from hitting our macros. I could almost feel my muscles growing in real time as I wolfed down pound after pound of bland food. We’d silently eat our fuel, take a swig of water, then go back to fucking like rabbits. By late morning, maybe 11am or so, I'd estimate we had each cum 10 times and consumed about 500 grams of protein. "Fuck bro, you smell so good," I moaned as I buried my face in the dark, thick fur of Frank's pit. His pheromones rubbed into the thick new beard I had grown that summer, coating my face with his scent. "Missed you so much, man," said Frank in his unique voice -- so gentle yet so scarily deep. "You know what sounds hot?" I said. "What?" "Let's take a shower together. I wanna get these muscles all wet and soapy," I said, stroking my swollen pecs. "Oh fuck bro...Oh fuck..." cried Frank. His sore, tired dick was already rising and spurting pre-cum. I was restless to leave the dorm room, in part to see the other students' reactions. You have to remember, this was the Sunday in September before classes started, the first day of college for most people in our dorm. Except for us, everyone in the residence hall was a freshman. As we could hear outside our door, the dorm was a hive of activity, full of little freshman guys getting to know each other, joking, laughing, bonding with their new friends. Not realizing the two muscle freaks that lurked just a few feet away. So picture it. There were eight or so freshman guys out in the hall, meeting each other, chatting amiably, full of nerves on their first day of college. Then suddenly Frank emerged from our room, completely naked. Not very gracefully, either. Even turned sideways, he got stuck in the doorframe — I pushed him from behind, dislodging him. He was covering his cock with a towel, a full-size towel, but it looked like a hand towel in his muscle paw. His ass completely exposed, cum still dripping down his hamstrings. 470 pounds. Ruggedly handsome, short dark beard, thick dark fur covering his body. Literally the most muscular human being on the planet. Hairy. Everywhere. Naked. One freshman screamed girlishly — genuinely disturbed. The rest went silent. Dead silent. I followed behind Frank. No clothes either, but my towel was at least wrapped around my waist. I was 19 years old, 265 pounds, looking like a superheavyweight IFBB pro walking out on stage -- only I was speckled with Frank’s dried loads. For a second, the dazed guys glimpsed inside our dorm room, saw (and smelled) the vortex of broken furniture, dried cum, jock clothes, tren vials, Tupperware containers, before the door slammed shut behind me. The shared bathroom was right across the hall. Frank swanned right past the shocked, silent onlookers, ignoring them. Pecs bouncing as he walked proudly. You could have heard a pin drop. He rotated 90 degrees to get through the bathroom door. Even sideways, he was so thick that his hairy pecs slid along the doorframe, barely squeezing through, leaving a thick streak of cum, from a load that hadn't dried yet. "Fuck, Frank! This school needs to get some wider doors, bro! Ha ha ha," I said loudly, like a dumb jock, knowing the impression that this jocularity would have on my rapt audience. As if a 470-pound 19-year old was a laughing matter. There was nothing remotely funny about Frank's body. It was terrifying, arousing, unreal, fascinating, like no other human body, ever. You couldn't believe it. You couldn't look away. "Bro, once I hit 500, I won't even fit in sideways," Frank replied. Without looking, I could feel the observers wince. I knew they were thinking: 500 what? 500 pounds? He's talking about being 500 pounds? They knew it was true, yet couldn't believe it -- didn't want to. I followed Frank into the bathroom, stripping off my towel to give the other guys a vision of my bubble butt as I went in. I heard some satisfying gasps behind me. I knew the shock was about my insane muscularity -- they probably hadn't noticed the long stream of Frank's cum dripping out of my hole. I don't even know if the bathroom was empty. We didn't care. We were shameless. We squeezed right in one of the showers, didn’t even try to shut the door, turned on the warm water, and started kissing passionately. We rimmed each other, blew each other, but mostly just felt up each other's muscles in disbelief. We moaned as loud as we wanted to, knowing full well that there was a crowd of guys in the hallway listening. “Bruh, can’t wait to lift together,” Frank said as he dried off his body. “I wanna show you how strong I am. C'mon, let's go back to our room to dry off.” Frank squeezed himself out of the bathroom doorway completely naked, towel thrown over his hairy, watermelon-sized shoulder. An oozing red boner bounced up and down against his veiny thighs. No shame whatsoever. As if the crowd of guys in the hallway didn’t even exist. In doing so, he had thrown open the bathroom door with unbelievable force. An unlucky nerdy freshman who happened to be entering at the same time flew five feet through the air and slammed against a wall. Frank either didn’t notice or didn’t care. Frank didn’t even apologize to the dazed kid— who gazed up at the mountain of naked muscle stomping past him. Frank squeezed back into our dorm room. The door slammed behind him. I was behind Frank, just a soaking wet towel wrapped around my waist. I stopped to make sure the nerd was all right. As I kneeled over him, my luscious pecs were right by his eyes. Soapy water from the shower was dripping all over his face. “You ok bro?” His face turned pink and I could see how badly he wanted to suck on my muscle tits. My nipples were so close to his lips, he started puckering his mouth like a baby. I realized he was fine and stood up, making sure to swerve my insane bubble butt right in front of the nerd’s face. Just a thin, sopping-wet towel separating his lips from the hottest ass he'd ever seen. I stood up to waddle back to the room to rejoin Frank. But one of the freshman guys was standing in my way, blocking the hall. He was clearly a jock. Baseball or football from the look of it. He had a handsome face, sort of like Travis Kelce, and a great build -- 6'1", 210 pounds, all muscle. Behind him a posse of six other guys (much smaller) were standing -- trying to look tough but clearly petrified of me. "What the fuck, bro?" said the jock. "You guys need to put some clothes on. Nobody wants to see this gay shit--" He had barely finished his sentence when I grabbed him by the throat and slammed him against the wall with incredible force. In doing so I had dropped my towel, so my body was naked and glistening in all its glory. I raised the jock a few inches up the wall by his neck; he kicked his toes, trying to find purchase. The other boys recoiled and jumped back. Two of them started to run away. I turned my head and growled, "YOU STAY RIGHT WHERE YOU ARE." They stopped dead in their tracks. The jock who had confronted me was struggling to breathe. His face was turning red. He tried pathetically to peel my arms away. He felt weightless. Choking him like this, holding him off the ground, felt as easy as lifting a pillow. Before he could pass out, I let him fall. He coughed and gulped for air, looking at me with a mix of fury and terror. I flexed a freaky 21-inch arm in his face. "Kiss it," I told him. He looked so mad that you could fry an egg on his forehead. But he complied, pecking my veiny peak in the lamest possible way. "NO!" I bellowed. "Polish it you fuck." Then he slurped the peak, kissed it the same way that he'd kiss a woman's tits. The other guys were absolutely horrified, but they couldn't look away from the show I was putting on. They were shocked beyond words: The scene unfolding belonged in a prison shower, not a college dorm. After 10 seconds of watching the jock suck on my bicep, my dick was as hard as it had ever been. I was completely naked. Cock throbbing and leaking in front of a bunch of strangers half my size. My behavior surprised even me. I'd never physically fought anyone in my life. Yet I was getting great pleasure from putting on this display. It felt natural. Was this "roid rage?" I withdrew my huge arm. "Now, you listen to me," I said, with a scarily masculine voice to match my body. "If you stay out of our way, we'll stay out of yours. But if I hear one word, ONE more fucking word, you're gonna regret it. And if ANY of you" (I turned to stare down the other guys, who recoiled in fear) "even thinks about reporting us, about saying anything to the school...I will find out who. Believe me. And when I do, well, it's not an ass kicking you'll have to worry about." I twirled the jock around like a rag doll and slammed his stomach against the wall. I squeezed his muscular ass, stroked his furry hole with my finger. He whimpered. "Woof, nice," I went on. "And if you think I'm rough, well, wait till Frank gets a hold of you. You know, Frank? The 470-pound bodybuilder in the room over there? Hah. Now does anyone have anything else to say to me? Anyone?" Total silence. "Good." -- I'm not sure if Frank was listening from inside our dorm room. All I know is that when I entered -- still hard from this little scene -- I was shocked to see him on all fours on the mattress on the floor. Ass up. Still dripping warm water from the shower. His slightly hairy back was so wide he could have touched both walls of our dorm room at the same time. So much muscle twitching and flexing -- muscle groups I didn't even know existed. The sheer mass of his hairy bubble butt and legs made me dizzy. Frank looked back at me, a scary, serious expression on his face. He was barely able to turn his head, atop his swollen traps and freakish neck. "FUCK ME!!!!" Frank roared — loud and deep enough to make your heart stop. Not asking. Commanding. I got chills. My dick somehow got even harder. I thought of all the shocked guys in the hallway who had undoubtedly heard that command through the paper-thin walls. My throbbing cock slipped into his beautiful, hairy hole. “UNNNNH!” he yelled as I entered him, even louder than before. “FUCK MEEE!!!” Within ten seconds, my eyes landed on the spot where his hairy traps met his buzz-cut neck: the biggest traps to ever exist, the thickest neck to ever exist. I saw the beautiful, crazed, still-boyish eyes that looked back at me, taking in my own enormous muscles. I saw his face: red, flushed, surrounded by veins and beard and stubble and muscle. A true freak. An actual monster. Muscles and hormones elevated beyond human limits. Then I thought of my own size, how far I was on my own path to freakdom...How I'd surely be in the 300-pound club before long.... It was too intense. I felt a warm gushing feeling overtake my cock and I came uncontrollably. I started to cry real tears, that’s how overwhelming the pleasure was. “YOU CAME!? NOOOO!!” Frank roared. He went berserk. He slammed his gorilla forearms on the ground. The entire room shook. Stuff toppled over everywhere. For the first time since we first met, I was scared of him. He slammed me down on the mattress and towered over me. From my vantage point, his hairy, dripping pecs obscured everything but his crazy eyes. A continous stream of pre-cum leaked from his cock, right onto my abs. “FUCK ME!!!” he raged. “Frank, I can’t. I just came, I need a min—“ He bent down and swallowed my cock, which was covered in cum and still oozing. He sucked off every drop of cum, savoring it. I cried out: my sensitive dick couldn’t handle the suction. Despite my 265 pounds of bulging muscles, I felt weak and pathetic under his mass. Now I knew how that jock felt. “FUCK ME!!” “Frank, just give me five—“ “NO! NOW!!!” He shoved me down on the mattress then started smothering my face with his pecs. Over and over he ground my face into his wet, furry chest. Then he stuck his tongue down my throat, while engulfing my head with his 26” arms. My eyes were wide open, taking in the awesome sight of his muscles in my peripheral vision. Like Popeye with the spinach, this made my cock rock hard again, a mere 60 seconds after I had bred him. Frank backed up and sat on my boner, riding it manically. His face was red. Sweat poured from every inch of his body. I felt like a hippo was sitting on my lower body, that’s how heavy he was. Frank’s wild eyes were scanning my new muscles: my massive, plump pecs, my amazing shoulders, my veiny biceps. He bounced up and down, his hard cock slapping my abs over and over again like a drummer. “OH FUCK, OH FUCK MAN, UNNNHH!” he yelled as my cock tore through his hole for the 10th time that day. I couldn’t tell you what was more intense: the pain of my sore dick, the weight of his body on top of me, or the pleasure I was feeling in spite of everything. After about 10 minutes of this, Frank started to cum. Explosively. He sprayed a gigantic load all over my face, right into my open mouth. My own cock let loose, and I released another warm load into his already dripping muscle hole. He flexed two 26-inch arms as I unloaded. The pleasure was too much for me. The room went dark. I closed my eyes. I briefly lost consciousness. When I woke up, Frank was holding me in his arms, kissing my shoulder affectionately, kneading my massive pecs. I grabbed onto his hairy forearm and realized it was about the same size as my own thigh. "Fuckin stud," he whispered, pecking kisses on my veiny neck. --- The first few weeks of sophomore year, the reaction to both of us was wild. A full-blown scandal ensued. Within a few weeks of Frank waddling around campus, the college newspaper published a story about steroids in football, about the college and league’s complicity as players used dangerous amounts of PEDs. Accompanying the article were paparazzi-type photos of Frank walking around campus in a string-like tank top, me beside him. I saved the newspaper clipping, and it's now splattered with cum from the dozens, maybe hundreds of times I've jerked off to it. “College Football Turns a Blind Eye to Football Players’ Steroid Abuse," read the headline. The article pretended to speak to a larger trend in athletics, but it was 99% just about Frank.

Chapter Four Pin, lift, eat, work, sleep, pin, lift, eat, work, sleep, pin, lift, eat, work, sleep. This was Sam’s life for three months. Max gave the orders and Sam followed, without question. Max stared at Sam as he finished running through his posing routine for the fifth time in a row, his third load of cum drenched his abs and chest and he had still not touched is pulsing cock. “I still can’t believe what you’ve been able to achieve in three months.” “Am I ready for the show tomorrow?” Sam said, breathing heavy and sweating profusely. “Ready! If I was entered in that show, I’d drop out now knowing you were showing up.” Max said, wiping sweat from his own forehand. “But they don’t know. No one does, except you. I still can’t thank you enough Max.” Sam said, pulling Max off the sofa with a single hand and planting a passionate kiss on his lips. “Easy there. You need to get some rest. I’ll be back first thing in the morning to pick you up.” Max said. As he closed the apartment door, he heard Sam thumping down the hall towards his bedroom. Sam and Max arrived at the venue at 10 a.m. The place was already buzzing with activity. Max had applied Sam’s second coat of artificial tan that morning and his once pale skin looked like he had been forged from molten bronze. “I pulled some strings with the promoter. You’ll have a private area to setup and they’ve kept your name off the competitor list. Your name will be called last.” Sam smiled, excited and nervous for what was about to happen. “This is going to be wild.” They walked into the backstage area and were directed to their special area. A few heads turned but Sam’s clothes were so oversized, no one paid him much attention. He pulled his hood up and followed Max across the room. They settled in behind a privacy screen that had been strategically placed to hide them from the other people. “I have another surprise.” Max said as he handed Sam one of the many containers of food he had brought and gestured to the left where a small TV had been placed. “You can watch the live feed of the show.” “Nice!” Sam said as he started to eat. “FUCK! Even your face is ripped!” Max commented as Sam chewed. Sam looked at the floor-length mirror leaning on the wall across from him. He pulled down his hood and turned his head. Max was right, with the slightest movement of his jaw, striations appears along with thin veins. The veins travelled from his forehead down to the thick neck muscles sprouting from the collar of his sweater. Sam also marvelled at the facial changes that had taken place in recent months. His brow was a little thicker and his jaw looked strong enough to bite through bone. His extreme level of conditioning made is eyes look a little sunken. Overall, Sam had the face like the freaky bodybuilders he had admired his whole life. “Classic physique is about to start.” Max said, breaking Sam from his trance. As the competitors started to file onto stage, Sam felt a tingle in his stomach. He had stopped peaking at Ben’s profile and was curious about how he would look on stage. “Competitor number 7, Ben Jacobs, 5’10” 197lbs.” Ben strode onto stage with more confidence than last time. It had only been six months since he last competed, weighing 173lbs then. The additional size was impressive and his conditioning was next level. “He’s fucking ripped!” Sam said. Standing next to the other competitors, it was hard not to stare at Ben. His proportions were prefect, every muscle group in perfect balance and his vascularity was far superior. As the lineup started to pose, Ben seemed to dominate each pose. When he turned to showcase his back, flexing his outrageously striated glutes, Sam felt his dick start to get hard. The announcer signalled for the competitors to leave the stage. “Wow! He looks really good. But, it’s time for you to focus. You’ve only got about half an hour before it’s your turn.” Max said, replacing one food container with another. Suddenly Sam felt a wave of anxiety crash over him. All the hard work, torture and pain he’d put himself through for months evaporated. He felt his skin grow moist and clammy. His face must have shown the shift because Max came to sit beside him. “Sam. Look at me. You are going to do great. This is everything you ever dreamed of.” “But what if I don’t! It’s only been three months of real work! What the fuck was I thinking, that’s not enough time!” Sam stammered. “Not enough! Look at you! What you have accomplished in three months, few professionals have done throughout their entire careers. Are you ready? The world isn’t ready for what you are about to show them! Now, take off those clothes so I can fix your tan and oil you up.” Sam wiped away few tears and stood up. As he removed his clothes, the reflection in the mirror started to calm his nerves. He realized he had not only reached his dream for this show, he was well on his way to becoming exactly what he always dreamed of being, a total freak of nature. The heavy weight competitors were being called to the stage. There were five other men. They ranged from 5’8”, 230lbs to 6’1”, 258lbs. The crowd was already worked into a frenzy as they waddled onto stage. “Before we begin, there is one final competitor that has not been publicized.” A hush fell over the audience. “Competing in his first show and only 18 years old, Sam Wilson! Weighing 248lbs at 5’8”!” Sam slowly walked on stage and heard the collective gasp. Only two competitors weighed more, a guy who was 5’10” at 252lbs and the 6’1” guy at 258lbs. At his height, it was immediately obvious Sam was the largest. Sam struggled walking lately with his newly added 67lbs of muscle but it was a problem he loved having. His 34” quads slapped against each other with each step. He was directed to the centre of the stage, the other competitors immediately looked defeated as he moved past them. Sam stopped and turned to face the crowd. A rumble of voices started to rise but among them were obvious screams of shock. Sam squared his shoulders and waited for the posing instructions. He asked Max backstage how much of a pump he needed but glancing at either side, he quickly released his conditioning was far superior to everyone else. He looked down at the top of his ballooning 52” chest and saw countless veins pulsing under his nearly translucent skin. The heat of the stage lights would only cause more vascularity to appear, further highlighting the extremes Sam had undergone to get ready for the contest. The announcer cleared his throat and began to call out the mandatory poses. “Front lat spread.” Sam waited for the others to hit their poses. He looked to his right and could see a large screen just off stage that projected a front-facing view of the stage. Even he was shocked by how different he looked compared to the others. He returned his gaze to the audience and started to flare his lats. His arms rose until they were almost parallel with the floor. Sam’s waist was a mere 30” but he sucked it in, shirking it to a comically small size. While devoid of fat, he flexed his abs anyway, causing the twisted muscles to bulge even more dramatically. With a small repositioning of his legs, Sam closed his eyes as he flexed his 34” quads and 19” calves, the sound of the shocked crowd rose to a thunderous roar. Looking at the screen, Sam saw a few competitors had stopped posing and had turned to look at him instead. “Gentlemen, please stay focused. F-f-front double bicep.” The announcer ordered. Sam relaxed, if you could call it that, and repositioned his legs, causing waves of muscles to flex and swell. With his fists clinched, Sam looked down at this bowling ball-sized 18” forearms, marvelling at how the veins appeared to dance under the bright lights. He quickly threw his arms to the side, feeling his inflated triceps press against his equally pumped lats before transitioning into a double bicep pose. Sam felt every muscle on his body tense and he couldn’t restrain himself. He let out a loud growl that quieted the crowd momentarily. Sam turned his head, fighting against his own trap and shoulder to see how deep and striated his bicep peak looked. With his dark tan, it looked like his skin was ready to tear away to reveal just his oversized muscles. “S-s-s-side chest.” Sam lowered his arm but not before straightening and reflexing them one last time. As he turned to his side, he got a better view of the screen. Whoever was operating the camera had zoomed in so only Sam was showing onscreen. He felt bad but it did offer him a better view of how massive he looked. Sam stuck his arms out, make sure to flex his triceps, showing off the deep striations that covered the surface. He raised his left foot, his calf popped in every direction and his hamstring hung so low, it was only inches from the calf muscle. Sam tensed his glutes, causing the muscles to pulse in waves towards his lower back. As Sam slowly moved his left arm towards his back, he flexed his chest as hard as could. On screen he watched his hulking form transform into a head-to-toe pillar of ripped muscle. As if willing himself to grow even bigger, Sam grunted loudly and flexed harder. “AAARRRGGGHHHH!” The screams from the crowd shook the auditorium. “Fuck.” The announcer mistakenly said into the live mic. “Oh, uh, rear lat spread.” Sam turned is back to the crowd. While he positioned his feet, he continued to flex his glutes with undulating waves, showcasing his incredible muscle control. “Show them just how much of a freak you are.” Sam whispered to himself. As slowly as he could, Sam began to bend his arms, placing his hands at his waist while flexing his mountain-scape of a back. His deeply striated lower back appeared to pulse as his traps looked like they were engulfing his head. With his hands in position, Sam started to spread his lats. The guy standing next to him audibly moaned. Sam turned his head to see he was white as a ghost. When his lats were spread as far as they would go, the roar of the crowd was all Sam needed to know how spectacular he looked. Sam didn’t wait for the announcer to call the next post, rear double bicep. He flexed his glutes, hamstrings and claves as much as he could, knowing just how detailed and striated they looked. Sam extended his hands straight above his head and held them there for a moment, showing every minuscule detail to the audience before slowly lower them into the pose. “Ok. Ok. Rear double bicep.” The announcer said, now taking direction from Sam. The other competitors followed suit although a few had stoped really trying, opting to watch Sam instead. Sam relaxed the pose and noticed them gathering around him with their eyes wide and their mouths hanging open. Sam relaxed and turned to face the crowd. His skin practically glowed from the oil and sweat. He was breathing heavily, having held each pose with as much strength as he could muster. Seeing the other, huge, ripped bodybuilder only watching him made Sam’s confidence soar. He felt like he was living in a dream. He was the freak everyone wanted to see. Sam scanned the stunned faces on stage and prepared to show everyone just how dominate he was. “Stand back!” Sam commanded, ensuring they gave him room so the camera could capture every detail. Skipping the remaining mandatory poses of side tricep and abdominals and thigh, Sam started to transition into a most muscular pose. As arms tensed and began to move towards his tiny waist, the crowd was deafening. A few men on stage covered their mouths, one turned his back to the crowd and covered his crotch. Sam’s arms and shoulders inflated, thick, pulsing veins erupted in every direction, making him look like he no longer had skin. As his hands meet, his pecs appeared to fight against each other for space looking hard enough to stop a bullet. To further empathize his extreme conditioning, Sam adjusted his hands slightly so each pec muscle relaxed and reflexed, while his arms and shoulders twitched and contorted with each movement. “LOOK AT ME!” Sam screamed, unable to hold back his excitement and desire to shock the whole room. Sam’s whole body was trembling from effort. There wasn’t a muscle he wasn’t flexing. His face was contorted with effort and covered with pulsing veins. His neck looked twice as wide as his head as it was being devoured by his throbbing traps. His shoulders, arms and forearms looked like a bundle of thick metal cables designed to hold up a bridge. His pecs inflated so far, they threatened to push his hands apart. Even under all that muscle, his abs were so outrageously detailed, you could grate cheese on them. Sam’s quads and calves were so pumped, there was no visible gap between them. Even the sides of his glutes were clearly visible from the front. “YES! THIS IS WHAT A FREAK LOOKS LIKE!” Sam screamed as he willed himself to hold the pose as long as possible. The crowd had disintegrated into complete chaos. The true fanatics were screaming encouragement while others were covering their eyes. The announcer was speaking into the mic but no one could hear him. “UUURRRGGGMMMMFFFF” Sam bellowed until he could no longer hold the pose. He released it and fell to his knees, his entire body completely spent. The other men on stage moved closer as if to assist but no one had the guts to touch Sam’s still pulsing body. Sam waved them away and managed to stand back up. Although he was no longer flexing, every muscle on his body still looked massive. With a wave to the crowd and without being directed to do so, Sam walked off stage, much of the audience pleading to see more. The chaos extended backstage. Sam walked in and the crowd of other competitors froze in shock. They had been watching the live feed but seeing Sam in person was even more astounding. As Sam moved towards the back of the room, he was patted on the shoulder, fist bumped and a few men even stopped to get a selfie with him. “Sam?” Sam turned to see Ben, still wearing his shiny black classic physique posing trunks. “Ben.” “It is you! Holy shit Sam! What-How-OH MY GOOD!” He stammered. Sam looked at Ben and smiled. “I decided to stop being lazy and skinny.” “But h-h-how? It’s only been six months.” “Turns out I have a knack for getting big. 67lbs in three months, 95lbs since you dumped me.” “That’s impossible!” Ben practically screamed. “Does this not look real?” Sam said, raising his arm and flexing his 21” bicep inches from Ben’s face. “I just can’t believe it. Sam, you are HUGE!” “I’m bigger, a lot bigger but I’m not huge Ben. I’m literally just getting started. At the rate I’m packing on mass, I’ll be twice this huge in a year.” Ben just stared, still unable to comprehend what had happened to Sam in such a short period of time. He also suddenly became aware at how small he felt in Sam’s presence. Ben never lacked confidence but standing next to Sam made him feel tiny and weak. Sam picked up on the shift and stepped closer to Ben. “If you ever decide to take this whole bodybuilding thing seriously, look me up, we could get a workout in or something.” Sam said and walked away, leaving Ben frozen in disbelief. Sam and Max watched the show backstage. Ben won his category. Sam noticed he didn’t look as confident accepting the top prize as he did on stage earlier. The 212 category went to an absolute tank of a man who stood only 5’4”. “You are going to look crazy posing against these other winners.” Max said still riding high from Sam’s performance. “I haven’t won yet.” Sam said. “Right! Like there is any doubt. You destroyed everyone on that stage Sam.” The heavyweights were called back on stage and Sam only had to stand there a minute before his name was announced as the winner, as if the organizers decided it was useless to prolong the inevitable. As the other winners were brought on stage for the final presentation Sam stood amongst the best in each category. Ben avoided him. The 212 winner wanted to pose next to Sam which ended up making him look small by comparison. A few of the others asked if they could have their picture taken with Sam. “The overall winner is….Sam Wilson!” Sam jumped with excitement. He accepted the large trophy and placed it on the floor in front of him. He was supposed to allow the event photographer to just take some pictures but the crowd begged for him to pose more. Sam stepped forward and began to run through a complete posing routine. No one else flexed a single muscle, they only stood and watched. Sam dwarfed everyone on stage. His 248lb body seemed to swell larger with each pose he hit. He made eye contact with Ben as he performed his most muscular pose again. Amazingly, Sam flexed even harder than earlier, willing himself to look as freaky as possible. Ben’s eyes grew wide and terrified at the sight. The Sam he knew was gone and in its place was an absolute mass monster. Every inch of his body was covered in twisted, vein-covered mass. Eventually he turned and left the stage, unable to handle the sight of Sam or unable to hold back his orgasm. Sam didn’t care, he had done something he never thought was possible. As the crowd erupted in applause, he couldn’t help thinking about getting to the gym and growing even bigger. He scooped up his trophies and waddle off stage, the crowd screaming for him to return and flex some more.

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.

Dad’s Changes - Part 1: Pick Up Although Dad and I always got along well when I was growing up there were times I’d look at the other younger dads and wish mine was more like them. I’d see them at the park playing with my friends; young, sporty and cool dads. My dad was definitely not what you’d call young and cool; a maths teacher with grey receding hairline, a bit of a pot belly and the cheesiest Dad jokes imaginable. Although he was a bit older he was still pretty active. He’s always the first on the slopes when we go skiing, always the first to give a track a go when mountain biking and he’s always keen to take the boat out and go fishing. This year is a milestone year for us both. I turn thirty and he has just hit retirement. I guess it’s to be expected that it’s a time for big changes for him. More time to spend on his passions, like his boat and fishing. So with some annual leave owed to me I thought it was a good time to head down from my home in the city to see how retired life was treating him. In the usual spot at the station he was there is his ute, the name we use for a pick up truck here in the South Pacific. I threw my bag in the tray and came round to give him a hug. When I rounded the cab I did a double take; the man getting out was undeniably Dad with his blue eyes and bristly moustache but everything else about him felt just a bit different. Was that definition in his forearms when he reached around me to give me a hug? Was his stomach now suddenly flat and his hair thick and full? It wasn’t until his arms were around me that I felt the strength. Dad was fit! Where did this come from? What happened? We got in the ute and started driving back home. I couldn’t take my eyes off Dad. Everywhere it was evident things had changed, all over he was toned and built. While I looked him up and down I realised Dad was speaking to me about some project he was working on but I couldn't focus at all on what he was saying. Finally I noticed we’d pulled over and Dad had a giant smirk on his face. ‘Notice a few changes huh son?’ I nodded weakly. ‘This change of lifestyle has really done me a world of good. I feel like a new man!’ ‘Well what’s changed Dad?’ I asked. ‘Well since work finished I joined the local gym down the road, just to fill in some of my spare time I guess. I didn’t think it’d make any difference but I have time on my hands now!’ He grinned So ‘I met a couple of nice guys there and they set me up with a bit of a programme. I never guessed it would make much of a difference but I guess what I’ve been doing has been working.’ As he said that he flexed his arm in front of me and my eyes fixed on the sizeable mound that appeared through his t-shirt fabric. ‘This is crazy Dad!’ I finally muttered without taking my eyes off his biceps. Like a zombie I reached out and give his arm a squeeze just to see if it really was real. It was hard, really hard and in response to my touch Dad gave it another flex. I could tell that there was more than just a little definition there. ‘So as you can see I’ve been growing! All over too! Everywhere except for this I guess’ he said patting his tight belly ‘Even my hair has been growing back in!’ Looking at him I could see he was right. He did seem bigger all over. ‘Even this has been growing’ and he gave a quick squeeze of his crotch. My mouth dropped. My eyes had followed his hands to his crotch and watch him squeeze his package. I couldn’t take my eyes off it. His pants were tight and full. And his package seemed to be growing more right under my eyes. Unconsciously my hand had still be squeezing dads bicep. But I felt it move towards his crotch. I couldn’t stop it. I had to give it a squeeze myself. Dad must have realised what was coming next. He didn’t stop me, instead he moved his hand to give me full access. My hand wrapped around the bulge that was pushing out my dad's chinos. It felt meaty, full and burning hot. I felt the bulge throb under my touch and proceed to grow even larger. I felt dads arm wrap me around my shoulders. I felt the strength in his arms and shoulders as he pulled me in closer. ‘Who would’ve guessed your dad would get bigger at my age.’ I felt myself sink into his embrace and felt his strong arms and hard chest against me. I realised I was now squeezing dad’s cock through his chinos. And then I realised my face was now right next to dads. His silver moustache framed his full lips and his blue eyes pierced right into me. I felt myself in slow motion falling into him. Our lips met and I felt a shock of electricity. Never before did I ever have any thoughts or feelings about my dad in this way. Never would I have ever imagined here I would be, on the side of the road in my dad’s arms, kissing him… But something had changed. This wasn’t the dorky unfit maths teacher I once knew. This was a strong dominatinate man I was unable to resist. I felt his arm reach up and grab the back of my head as I feel into the passionate kiss. His tongue entered my mouth as I felt his moustache against my lips. His kiss intoxified me. Dad moved my hand from his crotch and slowly began to loosen the button and unzip the fly. With his pants open I couldn’t help but stare at the huge throbbing member now visible through his white y fronts. It was incredible. Clearly far too big for the confines of his underpants. He slid his thumb under the waistband and slowly pulled his undies down and under his balls. I was mesmerised by the cock that stood in front of me. Pushing the 9 or 10 inch mark easily and with a thickness to match. His balls not only matching in proportion looked so hefty they must have been at least double normal size. Despite being overwhelmed by the sight of this magnificent cock I couldn’t help but notice other changes that had taken place with Dad. When he lowered his pants he also pulled up his shirt to make room for his hard cock. His exposed belly which only months ago poked out over his belt line now rippled with hard abs clearly defined on either side of his silver snail trail. His legs either side of his huge smooth balls were now equally large and defined with muscle. I felt my hand explore this new found muscle and run up his rippled abs and push his shirt up higher. As more of his torso was revealed I began to get a sense for just how dramatic the changes actually had been. Where only months before I would have expected to see some soft hairy man tits my hands now found hard and pointed nipples sticking downwards from two large, round and muscular pecs. My mouth left my dad’s lips and found one of his hard nipples. I heard a deep moan from him as I sucked and nibbled on the rock hard nipple. Dad slightly arched his back in response to my touch which just accentuated the ripped torso he now possessed. I found my lips leaving his hard nips and travelling down his ripped abs until I was met with his huge throbbing, angry looking cock. I felt a desire like I’ve never felt before. This was it, the point of no return. Things would never be the same after this. I decided in that moment to put aside my doubts and follow my instinct. I had to wrap my mouth around that huge cock, my whole body compelled me to. I opened my mouth wide to take in the huge flared head of his cock and slid my lips down his shaft. I could clearly feel the veins running down the length of his cock. Dad let out a deep guttural moan as I filled my mouth with his burning hot member. Before I’d even reached halfway down his cock my mouth was already stuffed completely full. I began bobbing up and down on dads huge thick rod and a rumbling sigh of pleasure escaped his lips. ‘Ah son!’ Dad sighed, ‘you really are a natural at this. Yeah suck on your daddy’s thick cock!’ Hearing Dad talk to me in that way turned me on even more than I already was. I needed more of his cock. Despite his girth I knew I wanted to swallow him fully. On the next downward stroke I pushed further till his thick head was right at the back of my mouth and squeezed him down my throat. Slowly I swallowed inch after inch until all the remaining inches of his 10+ inch cock were either in my mouth or down my throat. I felt my lips brush up against his pubes and the smell of his balls intoxified me. ‘Fuck son!’. He roared and he grabbed the back of my head with his meaty hand and began guiding my head up and down on the full length of his cock. On the upstroke I’d try to swallow whatever air I could before my throat got stretched wide on the next downward stroke. Gradually I could feel his tempo pick up and suddenly he gripped my head steady and held me in place and began face fucking me hard. Tears rolled down my checks and my lungs screamed from the lack of oxygen but despite this I was loving the power and dominance my changed Dad had over me. My own cock which I’d ignored till now begged for release. I slipped my hand under the waistband of my shorts and lowered them letting my own 8 inch cock free. I’ve always been proud of my cock, and it’s one of the biggest of all my buddies but next to dads huge impressive cock it didn’t compare at all. I started stroking my cock as Dad fucked my throat. He reached his arm down behind me and grabbed my ass. ‘Hot ass you got here son’ he said as he gave it a squeeze. His finger slid down my crack as he explored my ass further till he found my smooth and tight pucker. He played with my ass lips and the entrance to my hole. This was driving me crazy and I moaned with a mouth and throat full of my daddy’s cock. He lifted his hand to his mouth and spat on it before finding my crack again and sliding straight into my hole. He started sliding in and out of my hole with his fat middle finger. I arched my back in pleasure and his cock slid out of my mouth. ‘Fuck yeah Dad.’ I groaned. He took no notice of this and just grabbed my head and slammed it back on his cock. He slid another finger in my hole. And before long he was finger fucking me as hard as as he was fucking my throat with his cock. I was amazed at what my dad had become. I would’ve never imagine he would anything other than the old Dad I knew, let alone become this dominant, massively hung and hugely muscled daddy. Dad lifted me off his cock and then pulled off my t-shirt and shorts. I suddenly became aware that we were still just parked up on the side of the country road halfway back to his house. Every so often a car would drive past. But Dad didn’t give a shit. He didn’t care that his own son was sucking his cock in plain sight if anyone cared to look in the cab of his ute. He was a changed man now and his body had needs and no one was getting in the way of those needs being met. Dad picked me up in his strong powerful arms and positioned me over his lap face to face. It was only now that I really began to appreciate the muscle mass Dad had stacked on in such a short time. His pecs stood out like a shelf and his nips pointed down. His traps bulged and his neck looked so thick. Lifting me up had made his arms bulge to the point where they looked like they were growing right in front of my eyes. He had me kneel either side of his thick legs. He spat on his hand and spread his spit between my ass cheeks and slicked me up. He began lowering me down onto his cock. Due to my own sizeable cock I’m usually the top when it comes to sex but my dominant muscle daddy didn’t give me a chance to protest. I knew his huge muscle cock was about to spread me wide open and there was nothing I could do to stop it. His big head slid along my crack till he found my pucker. Next thing I knew he pushed me down forcefully onto his cock. I instantly felt the most intense feeling I’ve ever felt in my life. The pain of being torn apart by this huge cock was mixed with pure lust from feeling my newly muscle daddy penetrating me for the first time. I let out a sound that was halfway between a yell of pain and a moan of pleasure and Dad proceeded to rock me up and down on his huge shaft as more and more of his hot cock slid into me. ‘That’s right boy. Let’s see you take all of you dad’s cock inside that tight hole of yours, that’s a good boy.’ he growled as he roughly pushed me down the final few inches until I felt his balls hit my stretched puckered hole. He pulled my face down into his and we kissed roughly. He grabbed my ass to bounce me up and down on his cock. I felt the whole length of his massive cock as I slid up and down upon it. Once he had got me into a rhythm he took his hands off my butt and put his arms behind his head. This caused his shoulders and biceps to bulge massively more than I imagined possible. The sight of this turned me on so much I began fucking myself even faster on his fat cock. My hard cock slapped on his ripped abs and a drop of precum formed at the head. He reached down and swiped this off my cock and rubbed it on his lips. He then pulled me down and kissed me letting me taste my own precum on his lips. As we kissed he pinched my nipples hard which caused me to shudder all over and let out a deep moan. I was so turned on I began pounding myself on dad’s cock faster and harder than ever. I pinched his big hard nipples too and he let out a groan to match my own. His cock deep inside of me seemed to be pulsing and growing even larger and harder. Every downward thrust felt deeper and my hole felt more stretched out that ever before. He grabbed my butt and spread my cheeks wide and started slamming into me with more force than I felt like I could take. All I could feel was my ass pulsing around his enormous cock and his own cock hot and pulsing inside of me. I couldn’t take it any longer. I screamed as my cock started violently unloading all over dad's chest. This caused my hole to tense tight around dad’s cock and this sent him over the edge too. While my own cock continued to unload I heard Dad let out a roar and I felt his cock explode inside me. More and more he pumped into me I couldn’t count how many times he shot deep inside me. He pulled me down and kissed me hard and as he did he fat cock slid out of my abused hole still pumping load after load. My whole body felt weak and I collapsed into his arms. When my mind cleared I realised my whole body was twitching all over. My hole was gaping and out was spilling copious amounts of my own daddy’s cum. ‘Dad that was amazing!’ I exclaimed as I lay in his arms. ‘It was son, you took my cock like a champ!’ With that he reached down and ran his fingers over my abused hole and collected the cum that was dribbling out of me. He brought it to his lips and took it in his mouth. I kissed him and we shared a sloppy cum filled kiss. Finally Dad lifted me off his lap and sat me back beside him on the seat of the cab. I looked down at his cock. It looked massive. It was at least 12 inches now of thick pulsing man meat. Then I noticed all over his body it looked like he had just blown up in size. He looked bigger all over. ‘Dad what the hell is going on. You look even bigger than before!’ ‘Son I’ve got somewhere to take you before we head home, and that might shed some light on some of these changes I’ve been going through. In the meantime, why don’t you lean down here and clean this up.’ Without a second thought I leaned down and started licking up my cum from his abs and his cum that had spilled all down his fat cock. ‘That’s a good boy’ Dad said as he started the engine of the ute and pulled into the traffic.

Chapter Two Maybe it was his lack of sleep or the deep depression over losing Ben but Sam hadn’t been able to talk himself out of going and arrived at Brutus early the next morning. He stepped inside and saw the gym clearly for the first time. It was old but large and very quiet. Sam looked around and didn’t see anyone else there. He arrived wearing a pair of baggy sweats and started to wander around, testing the machines he was familiar with. He was lying on a bench with a pair of 10lb dumbbells in his hands when a figure blocked the lights from above. He dropped the weights and sat up. “What are doing there kid?” A shockingly deep voice said. Sam looked up and saw the largest person he had ever imagined. He was so large and imposing, Sam practically scrambled over the bench to get away. “Woah! Relax.” The voice said. Sam managed to get to his feet. While he was the same height, the similarities ended there. The man, older than Sam’s 18 years, was also wearing loose fitting sweats. Sam’s hung off his rail-thin body while this guy’s could not hide his staggering mass. He had his hood pulled up but Sam could see two massive traps rising ominously on either side. Two beachball-sized shoulders erupted with deep striations showing clearly through the fabric. The man’s chest didn’t look remotely normal but rather like he had stuffed oversized pillows into his sweater. Sam couldn’t see his waist through the folds of his clothes but the astounding width of his quads could not be hidden, each ballooned from either side of his body, given him the appearance of one massive wall of beef. “I-I-I-I’m s-s-s-o-rry.” Sam stammered and turned to leave. “Wait, where are you going?” “I shouldn’t be here. This was stupid.” Sam mumbled as he felt a lump in his throat and tears filled his eyes. He took a few steps before the man’s hand grabbed his arm stopping him dead in his tracks. Sam turned and looked at the ground. “What’s your name?” The huge man asked. “Sam.” “Sam, I’m Max.” Sam quickly met his eyes before looking away. “This your first day here?” Sam only nodded. “Good, that’s a win in itself. Now, what makes you think you shouldn’t be here?” “Look at me! I don’t know what I’m doing.” “Just like the rest of us on our first day.” Sam felt his anxiety decrease a little. Max released his arm, picked up the tiny weights Sam was used and stood at end of the bench. “Come on. Lay back down.” Sam froze. “The only way you’re gong to learn is by doing it. Come on.” Max said and cracked a small smile. Sam positioned himself and started to press the wights. Max offered him tips on his form and after three sets of twelve reps, Max took the weights from Sam and directed him to the pec deck. After adjusting the seat, Sam sat down with Max standing directly in front of him. Max mimicked the movement for Sam but all he could see was the large man’s massive chest inflate with impossible size just by moving his arms. Sam’s mouth went dry but he managed 10 reps. “Good. Two more sets.” Sam stopped after 10 more reps and forced himself to look at Max. He noticed he wasn’t as old as he initially thought, placing him in his late twenties. He had pulled his hood down and Sam noticed his short cropped light brown hair and sparkling blue eyes. “Why are you helping me?” “Because I was you kid.” Max said seeing the look of disbelief on Sam’s face. “I’m serious. I walking into my first gym weighing 160lbs soaking wet at 5’7”. I didn’t know what the fuck I was doing but I stuck with it and I’ve gotten a little bigger over the years.” “A little?” Sam asked. “Ok, a lot bigger. Now come on, one more set.” As Max took Sam through an entire chest workout, his anxiety disappeared and by the end, while tired, he felt like a whole new person. “Thanks Max. I’m sorry I took up so much of your time.” Sam said, noticing the time. “It’s ok. I got plenty of time to get my workout in. When will you be here tomorrow?” “Tomorrow?” Sam asked. “Yeah. It’s back day.” Sam looked confused. “That is of course if you’re serious and want my help.” “Y-Y-Yeah! Thank you! SO MUCH!” Sam stammered with pure glee. Max smiled back. “Ok, I have one condition through.” “What?” “You stick with it.” “I will! I promise. Thanks Max. See you tomorrow.” Sam said as he turned towards the door, unable to wipe the smile off his face. Sam arrived early the next day. He had never been so sore but he did nothing else but think about Max’s hulking body since the day before and wasn’t about to miss seeing him again. “Sam! You came back!” Max said as he came out of the locker room. He was wearing similar clothes but Sam could’ve sworn they looked tighter than the day before. He also noticed the slow pace Max moved towards him, his legs stretching the loose fabric with each stride. “Hey.” Was all Sam could muster, still not convinced Max was serious about his offer to help him. “Back day right?” Max asked. “Let’s do it, follow me.” This went on for the rest of week. Max was always there, always huge and always ready to help Sam workout. Each day they trained a different body part. By the end, Sam could barely move. He tried to hide the pain at the gym but the moment he opened his apartment door, he collapsed, barely able to move. Aside from the muscle pain, Sam’s appetite was off the charts, something Max had warned him about. Unable to get to the store himself, Sam had a huge load of groceries delivered to his apartment. At work, his boss cursed him out for being slower than his usual unimpressive pace. When Sam finished his last set of his last exercise, he plopped himself down on a nearby bench, barely able to stay seated. “Well, that’s it. How do you feel?” Max said. “Tired but great!” Sam said as his eyes instantly started to fill up and tears streamed dow his face. “You ok Sam?” “Yeah. This is stupid. I’m sorry.” Sam said, covering his face out of embarrassment. Max pulled Sam’s hands away with a gentleness that betrayed his massive size. “Tell me.” “I still don’t know why you’re helping me but I can’t thank you enough. I’ve been a fan of bodybuilding and muscle for as long as I can remember but I never had the guts to build any of my own. This week has been incredible. You taking the time to show me what to do means more than you will ever know. I don’t know how I will ever thank you.” Sam gushed through his sobs. Max lifted Sam’s chin so he was forced to look him in the eyes. There was a single tear running down his own cheek. “You can thank me by not giving up until you get as big as your wildest fantasies.” Sam could only stare in utter silence. “That’s what I’m trying to do. When I was your age and size, all I wanted was to become a huge freak of nature. If I had the guts to tell anyone that, I’m sure they would have laughed in my face. But I never did. I just kept working out and getting bigger. I’m still not as big as hope to get but I know one thing, I’m never going to stop. Now; get out of here, get some sleep and EAT.” “Ok Max. Thanks again.” “No worries kid. I’ll see you around.” “You will. I promise.” Sam said, using all his strength to make his way towards the front door. The next few weeks flew by. Sam’s schedule at work prevented him from crossing paths with Max at the gym but he kept going, surprising even himself. He researched diet and completely stoped eating fast food. He was sleeping better and to his surprise, put on 8lbs, bringing his weight up to 160lbs. At work, Sam was a completely different person. He arrived on time and full of energy. His productivity increased dramatically and his boss had even taken notice, regularly commenting on how well he was doing. Sam started to appreciate the physical aspects of the job, purposely lifting heavier items and admiring how much stronger he felt. Barely over a month after joining Brutus, Sam stepped on the scale to see the dial blink 163lbs. “10 pounds in five weeks!” Sam said as he looked at his shirtless reflection in the bathroom mirror. He was still very thin but there was clearly larger, rounder muscles all over his upper body. He couldn’t help but smile as he flexed his small but hard 13” bicep. There were even a few veins creeping to the surface of is pale skin. As he prepared to head to the gym, Sam was finishing a protein shake as he opened the browser on his phone and typed “steroids” into the search bar. As the results populated the screen, he felt his heart start to pound. He clicked the phone off, grabbed his gym bag and headed for the door. Sam walked into the gym, getting a head nod from the guy working the front desk. It was chest day, which had quickly become one of his favourite’s. Needing to piss between sets, Sam walked into the locker room and stopped dead in his tracks. Standing at the far end of the room, for the first time, was a shirtless Max. Sam had fantasied many times about what Max looked like under his billowing clothes but the sight he now witnessed paled in comparison. Max was fumbling with a t-shirt so wasn’t flexed in the slightest but his simple movements caused his inhumanly massive muscles to flex and twitch involuntarily. If his sheer mass wasn’t alarming enough, Max possessed a level of vascularity Sam never fathomed was possible. Aside from his impossible size, Sam immediately noticed how minuscule Max’s waist was. He wondered how he was even able to support so much upper body mass. The column of granite-hard abdominals that rose from his waist was nothing short of spectacular, each muscle was so well-defined they appeared to flex individually. Sam knew Max had a huge chest but the sheer thickness and mass was indescribable. Covered in thick veins, each slab hung well over a foot from his body, casting a dark shadow over his top two abdominal muscles. Sam was looked at Max from the front but his lats were so staggeringly wide, his arms were pressed well past 45 degrees from his body and those arms were clearly larger than his waist. Uncovered, his shoulders and traps looked like they contained the amount of muscle a man’s entire body should possess. Sam must have gasped because Max suddenly raised his head and looked at Sam. “SAM!” He said. “M-M-M-M-M-“ Was all Sam was able to articulate. Suddenly aware he was shirtless, Max looked slightly embarrassed and fought to get the t-shirt pulled over his body. It was outrageously oversized which allowed Max to easily get it on. Sam hadn’t moved. “Sorry about that. How are you doing?” Sam fumbled to speak but managed to get the word “fine” out. “That’s good. I’m just finishing here and I’m late for an appointment. Good to see you kid.” Max said as he rushed past Sam who needed a few moments alone to gather the strength to continue with his workout. Unfortunately, his encounter with Max left him unable to focus. Every time he blinked he saw Max’s huge body. He also couldn’t shake how uncomfortable Max looked when Sam entered the room. He left very fast, like he wanted to be anywhere but around Sam. It left Sam feeling like he’d done something wrong. By the time Sam returned to his apartment, he had forgotten about Max’s reaction but he hadn’t forgotten about his body. As he waited for his food to heat up in the microwave, Sam filled his online shopping cart with various potent steroids and other supplements. His hand was shaking as he placed the order. By the time he had devoured his second plate of food, Sam had checked the status of his order twice, knowing full well it hadn’t shipped yet. Sam fell asleep that night having cum numerous times to the image of Max’s body. The only difference from what he had actually seen was the fact that face atop the massively huge body wasn’t Max, but his face. A new feeling began to fester in Sam’s stomach, a craving he never felt before, a craving for mass. For the first time in Sam’s life, he actually felt like he could achieve it for himself.

Chapter 5.1: Meeting… Matteo noticed that he was slowly waking up. There was some reddish color coming through his still closed eyelids, so there had to be light around him. Fuck, his head hurt like hell and it was hard for him to think clearly. When he opened his eyes, he knew that he was taken to another place. He was lying on a bed in a room, wearing only his underwear and his cap. There were no windows to the outside. The lamp on the ceiling illuminated the room moderately brightly, but the light was cold and uncomfortable. The walls were bare and gray. This wasn't a room, it was a cell... maybe a prison cell? On one side was a heavy steel door. Above, two narrow windows close to the ceiling let in an additional warmer light from a neighboring room. But their glass was frosted, so that no details from what was happening there would have been visible if Matteo had stood up. It was the second night in a row that he woke up in an unknown place, but at least this time he wasn't cuffed. His gaze turned to the floor, where he realized that he was not alone in the room at all. The whole biker gang was lying on the ground, just like him barely clothed: in fact, he was the only one on the bed, all the others were either lying on the hard stone floor or on very thin mattresses. No one seemed to move. Were they asleep or unconscious? Or even dead? It was an unreal situation to see their hyper-muscular bodies so tightly packed and motionless on the ground. He took his time to look at them one by one. He noticed huge bruises on two bodies, which had spread around a blood-encrusted central wound. He thought of gunshot wounds, but then their injuries would usually be more severe and they would be lying in a pool of blood. Even among all those amazing bodies, Tony’s was sticking out. He was the biggest and most muscular, to Matteo he simply looked splendid. It was the first time that he could watch his glorious mountains of beef calmly. Last time when Tony was naked, he rather felt him but didn’t see much of him as he got fucked from behind most of the time. His solid meaty feet were closest. What shoe size did he have? 50 ? 52? (16,5 - 18). They looked so heavy. Matteo had been told the previous day that he was a black belt owner in several martial arts and that several opponents both in the ring and on the street didn’t survive his legendary kicks. He imagined Tony's feet crushing his victims to death. How many men might have lost their lives by these deadly feet? Suddenly, a large shadow moved across the scene as the scattered light from the neighboring room was obscured by a large moving obstacle. At the same moment Tony moved a little. So he was definitely not dead. Matteo’s gaze moved to his huge meaty calves, which were partially obscured by the feet from his position. Nevertheless, the protruding muscle bellies on either side were visible behind the feet in all their glory. Flooded with veins, divided by deep incisions, wider in circumference than the thighs of some competitive bodybuilders. Surrounded by the huge muscles around them, his kneecaps seemed so ridiculously small. It was his tattooed quadriceps muscles as thick as tree trunks that towered vertically above his kneecaps like massive jagged mountain ranges above two small lakes. How much weight could they squat? All four parts of his quadriceps stood in bold relief. His sartorius muscle stretched diagonally across the inside of his thigh, massive, proud, powerful. His adductors showed striations and were a sight to behold in their own right. If it wasn’t for the fact that these striations sank into the shadow of his neighboring huge monster cock. His glans and the front part of his mighty shaft had made their way out of the side confines of his underpants. Matteo panted. Did these biker’s fucktools ever go soft? What drugs were they on? His contemplation stopped abruptly. A dull thud made the wall vibrate. Once, twice. Three times. Four times. Cries. Panicked screams. The ceiling lamp fell into loose contact and then went off. Squealing like a stuck pig, higher, louder. The huge shadow through the ceiling windows wandered back and forth, hardly letting any remaining light in. Again and again the thundering impacts, as if a wrecking ball were hitting a concrete wall. Its vibrations penetrated Matteo's body from his hair to the tips of his toes. BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! A big chunk of plaster fell from the wall on top of Sergio’s body. The screams went on and on, louder and louder, rhythmic. Then, suddenly in between, a roaring sound, as if a lion was rumbling angrily right at your ear. BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! It felt as if the repetitive blows could cause the wall to collapse at any time. Then again that roaring sound of a strange beast. It was so unbelievably scary! “FUCK, WHERE IS TED???” The bikers around him had come to themselves as a result of the noise and were looking around. Alan had noticed it first. Then Matteo also counted. They were seven. Including himself, eight. One was missing. The other twin... Ted! “TED? TED? FUUCCKK, TEEEDDD!?!?,” Alan screamed in panic. Whatever was happening outside, Ted wasn't with him and that didn't bode well. However, it was Alan who seemed to be the only one to really panic due to his close relationship with his twin brother. The other men were rather surprised, maybe a little worried, and didn't really know how to assess the situation. Matteo, strangely enough, looked at what was happening as if he were just watching a movie. What on earth was going on next door? The dull clashes that caused the whole cell to vibrate continued unabated, while the rhythmic screams from the next room first became quieter and then completely silent. After two minutes, the heavy steel door slammed open with full force and two burly policemen in uniforms stepped through the door, dragging with them another completely naked man who could not stand on his own feet. It was Ted. The twin was a wreck. Blood mixed with saliva was dropping from his mouth. All of his frontal teeth had been knocked out. He was still quite muscular, but God knows why, somehow he seemed slimmer than usual, as if he had lost 30 kg of muscle mass in one fell swoop! There were thick globs of chunky semen all over his skin. Blood mixed with cum was leaking from his anus and formed a long curvy path reaching the door and beyond. His shrinked arms were twisted in a weird angle. One eye was swollen shut, the other stared blankly into space, way beyond this room. Incomprehensible gurgling sounds escaped his mouth. He looked like a madman, like a superhero toy who had been mishandled by a wicked boy. Alan jumped at his twin brother in sheer panic and threw himself to the ground next to him. He held Ted's head, whose eyes were now staring at Alan for help. The others were completely aghast, ready to kill anyone who did that to Ted. They were about to pounce on the two guards standing at the steel door, but the bikers noticed that they were all in pain, physically massively weakened and slowed down. Those bikers with strange gunshot wounds couldn't stand up at all. Matteo, however, still seemed quite uninvolved and kept looking around the room. Another deep rumble, now louder than before through the open door, boomed from the neighboring room. This time, however, it was not as indefinable as before. A voice, unbelievably deep, such as can only be produced by a technical voice distortion, was embedded in it and ordered the uniformed men to bring to him the boy on the bed. A All at once all eyes were on Matteo...

Chapter 4 The villa At 7:30 p.m. they were rudely woken up and dressed quickly. Soon later they left the motel and were on their choppers again. Matteo wanted to jump onto his own small motorcycle, but Tony just laughed, threw it eight meters through the air into the big motel dumpster as if it was a water bottle and ordered him to jump behind the smallest biker. In normal circumstances, Matteo would have been horrified and angry at the way his possessions were handled. But the circumstances were simply no longer normal. All his feelings, his rational thinking, everything that seemed important and right to him before, was now a mess. Just as he awoke from his sleep, he was plagued by remorse. He thought of Salvador and the gym, he thought of his home, from which he moved a few months ago. Of his work, from which he had been absent for several days without excuse. Was he already fired? His insides told him not to become a criminal. ’NO, NO, NO … this is all so wrong! Live your life decently, who knows what these monsters will do to you.’ Leave them when you still are able to walk. Maybe they will not hunt you down? Maybe you can return to your training and just once in a while think about these crazy days when you are horny? Then, once he got dressed, those feelings were blown away and it seemed easiest to submit to the authority of Tony and his gang. And so he accepted that Tony would throw his bike in the trash with a shrug. The one for which he had worked hard and saved up for a long time. Wearing his torn shirt and pants and the new cap, he tried to hug the big guy in order not to fall off the chopper. And off they went driving … not to the town, but exactly the opposite direction. They sped about three hours in the dark. Matteo didn't know the surroundings anymore. He held on tightly to the hips of the behemoth who had stood guard in front of García's supermarket on Wednesday evening and buried his face in his broad back, as the headwind was quite cold. The hunk’s vest which he wore like the others directly on his naked skin smelled of a peculiar mixture of leather, masculine sweat and - in fact - also dried cum. He wasn´t in the room this morning, but did he perhaps fuck him as well last night when he was unconscious? The man in front of him didn't seem to mind the way Matteo's fingers dug through the black leather into his hips, thighs, and belly. Just a few days ago, the mere thought of touching this testosterone-brimming muscle bull, grabbing him, even literally kneading his muscles would have been completely absurd. But the events of the last few hours had turned the world upside down for Matteo. As his fingers wandered a little further to his crotch, he felt his cock through the leather, stiff and pulsating. The behemoth in front of him turned his head slightly to the right for a very brief moment, then he directed his gaze back to the street, where the other gang members were leading the way. He let Matteo continue, obviously enjoying his actions. Did these guys ever go soft? Where the hell did they suddenly appear from? And how did they get so massive without the media noticing? Matteo had been on Instagram every day to look at the postings of the biggest bodybuilders worldwide. He had also noted with great amazement the enormous increases in performance in the last two and a half years. The winners of some years ago would have looked like pathetic dwarfs next to today's mass monsters, and fans wondered what new drugs might have flooded the market. Drugs whose access was obviously reserved for a very, very few people. These men he rode into the unknown with were definitely Mr. Olympia material, but he had never seen anything about them. He guessed that they were indeed high-stake criminals, so it was possibly no problem for them to have access to these drugs? The area was hilly and very remote, just once in a while a fence or a wall of a rich hacienda. After about an hour of stroking, kneading and massaging the muscles and rod of the man riding in front of him who still didn’t object to it, the other bikers slowed down. When they all stopped, Matteo mounted off as well as the others who began to gather around Tony. Each of them got some instructions and then they started to arrange their rifles, masks and night vision equipment. The twins and Sergio were sent forward to the hacienda as a vanguard. Their tasks seemed to have been prepared for a long time and so they didn't waste many words and nodded briefly to Tony. Despite their incredibly huge muscular legs which should actually hinder each other, they ran towards the entrance of the hacienda with the most astonishing speed. Despite the running pace and their heavy armament and other equipment that they carried with them (well, heavy at least for any ordinary person) they didn’t need to pant or even breathe loudly. After 400 meters (437 yards) they reached their destination at the top of a little hill completely silently, put on their night vision device, scanned the entrance gate for some seconds, prepared and both fired in unison with their silenced machine guns. Then they came back and reported to Tony who nodded his head in approval. Matteo, who couldn’t hear exactly what they had told him, was too scared to say a word. They all jumped back on their bikes and drove to the large modern gate. Next to it was a small building for the security service. The only two bodyguards on duty in the middle of the night were lying at the entrance in their pool of blood. Both had been shot precisely in their heads. Several cameras in the area were shattered. Tony stopped his bike next to them. As absurd as it was in this situation, Matteo couldn't help but notice how the leather pants almost burst open over the enormous muscle of Tony's thigh, which he heaved over his equally massive bike as he dismounted. Both assassinated bodyguards were sturdy and clearly had been working out. Next to Tony they simply looked fragile and insignificant. He bent over their corpses, grabbed the right hand of the bigger guy and pulled off his forefinger in a clear and swift movement. He did that so many times with the dead and the living before. It had become his signature torture move. Then he slammed his fist into the skull. Blood, splinters of the skull and reddish-yellowish brain tissue splashed against his forearm and into the surrounding area. He worked his way up the front of his skull, breaking off more and more pieces of bone, as if he were breaking potato chips. Matteo watched from a distance this brutal action. It took him a minute to realize that Tony was freeing both eyeballs from their bony wrapping. One of the two muscle bulls, whose names he still didn’t know yet, had a small container filled with liquid with him, in which the eyeballs were immediately stowed away so that they did not dry out. Whereas Matteo was almost hypnotized in a mixture of horror and awe, Tony grinned wickedly at the pulpy mass which once was a human head. He decided to introduce this as his new signature way of dealing with assholes, especially efficient in front of politicians, bankers, all that kind of scum that he wanted to subdue … so that they understood that they had to serve him or follow the same fate. There was no alarm to be heard, no lights were on. Apparently, inside the villa, the carnage at the entrance had not yet been noticed. The bikers then moved directly to the gate and pressed the loose finger on the digital sensor. The device recognised the fingerprints of the security employee and opened the gate. Tony dropped it into the pocket of his leather vest knowing that it would possibly open some more gates.Insert They left their choppers outside and marched into the inner area of the vast estate. This would soon be their new operating headquarters once its current owner was subdued … which did not constitute a problem knowing their power, their extraordinary skills, their ruthlessness and brutality. Approaching the main house they caught sight of a young and fit guard standing in front of another entrance close to the villa itself. When, in turn, he saw the horde of hyper-muscular, aggressive men marching towards him, he ran towards his booth where he left his rifle. Of course, he had no chance at all to reach it, as the overpowering group of thugs was much quicker. Alan reached him first, decided not to kill him immediately but just punch in his head and knock him unconscious. Matteo asked himself whether this was an act of grace, if he simply wanted to avoid the noise of a firearm so close to the main house or if he rather had more wicked plans for the doomed guard. Based on their previous inquiries, they had actually assumed that there would also be two security guards working in the internal security area. But the other one wasn’t there, which messed up their planning. The only person they could have tortured to squeeze for the information about the whereabouts of the other employee was now lying unconscious on the ground. Tony ordered them to split. Two of them were to search the vast grounds for the missing security guard and kill him. Just as any more personnel possibly wandering around the estate. Tony would enter the house with four more men. After making sure that the unconscious employee's gun was fully loaded, Matteo was given the task of guarding him with his own rifle and warning the others by the transceiver applied to his ear if anything suspicious happened. Matteo had recognized his duty. He was completely on his own and without them having put him through his paces beforehand, he was assigned a function, a comparatively small but however not unimportant task. Just like a few days before, when he was resting below Ted's gigantic cock and waiting to swallow the excess bull semen pouring out of Isabella's mouth, he was about to do his job conscientiously. And yet something was different. He was supposed to look around and out in the dark, to patrol the front, but he was too excited, too high on adrenaline, too high on testosterone to think rationally. Was it just curiosity? As if he were guided by a powerful force he abandoned his task, walked through the entrance gate of the inner security ring, which Tony had previously opened with the help of his victim's finger and eyeballs, and after a few meters he reached the luxurious entrance portal of the villa. To the left of it was a brightly lit window. Matteo started peeking through it. Yet In doing so, he was careful not to be seen himself. The living room was very elegant and tastefully decorated. To the left was a travertine wall, in which a very long illuminated display case was embedded. Inside the display case, antiques, golden plates and Meissen porcelain placed on dark velvet were effectively illuminated from various directions. Next to it was a large fireplace, also made of travertine. The logs that burned inside had probably been refilled only a few minutes ago. Then in the middle of the room an English grandfather clock, maybe 100-years old. To the right an enormous solid oak table surrounded by heavy wooden chairs. On two chairs that were right next to each other sat Tony. One chair alone would probably not have been solid enough for his weight. The furniture, which was sturdily built, looked fragile under his gargantuan proportions. His breathtakingly muscular leather-covered legs were resting on the table together with his heavy black military boots. There was no doubt who was in full command and owned the room. Next to him stood a middle-aged, tall and slim man in an elegant suit. The golden watch on his wrist reflected the light of the fireplace. He might have been quite tall for an ordinary person, but not compared with Tony, who towered over his head a little, although he was sitting and the elegantly dressed gentleman was standing. Most of the time he looked directly at Tony and stood with his back to Matteo. Again there was such a strange, almost crazy moment where Matteo was distracted from the action and only noticed that from his viewpoint Tony's right pectoral muscle protruded left and right over the entire upper body of the villa owner - even though he was sitting behind him! The proprietor was absolutely terrified. Matteo couldn't hear what was being said, but his body language was unambiguous. When he turned around towards the window, Matteo could see his face for the first time. It looked very familiar to him, but he just wondered how he knew him. Odd … very odd. Matteo rummaged through deeper and older memories of his sex-wrecked brain. Oh, yes, of course! Now he remembered. He saw that face smiling from every billboard in town just ten months ago. The handsome elegant man in a suit, just like tonight, was indeed … yes … Senator Vazques, running for reelection. He succeeded and represented their province in the Senate once again. Wow, Senator Vazques! What a big fish. The most important politician of the whole province… and he was trembling in front of the bikers! Bikers who were superior to him, who had obviously more power than he did. He probably had no idea how superior their power really was. Matteo heard a weird sound in the bushes and realized that in fact he was supposed to monitor outside. He went a few steps back to the still unconscious guard at the inner entrance gate and scanned the area. He slowly approached the bushes, pushed aside a few twigs and looked inside, but still nothing. Then his scrutinizing gaze went back to the security guy, whose body he compared with his own. Would the guy´s ass be really sturdy enough to survive a gang rape of all these hypermasculine ultra horny beasts? Wouldn’t he simply tear open in the face of so many thick, rock-solid phallic monsters, all of them between 26 and 33 cm (10-13 inches) long? Would his ass be able to grab their dicks one by one just as forcefully as he did and milk the juice out of them? No he probably wouldn’t. Matteo suddenly remembered what they said about Tony doing in the motel, the night before he was raped, the same night when they also pumped their jizz into Isabella for the first time. They said that Tony fucked the security guy of the motel TO DEATH! Matteo felt that he had already proven both to himself and the bikers that he was higher up in the hierarchy. Maybe … well maybe … they would allow him to join the pack and fuck that bodyguard when he had come back to his senses? Lost in thought, he once again failed to accomplish his actual task, returned to the window and started to peer again through it. This time the Senator was on hands and knees. His suit and his white shirt were torn and his trousers were down! A thin trickle of blood flowed from his hair to his face. Tony was still sitting on the chairs, but now with his feet on the ground and Vazquez was kissing his boots! Another chair next to him was broken, one of its legs was smeared with blood, probably having inflicted his head wound just before. Now the massive bodies of even more intruders were in Matteo’s field of view, filling the room completely. Sergio, mercilessly pushing the barrel of his machine gun from behind into the Senator’s underwear close to his ass with an itchy trigger finger. One twin recording the scene with his smartphone. While kissing, Vazquez's face contorted with fear kept glancing into a corner of the living room. Matteo followed his gaze and saw a beautiful woman. Her elaborate hairstyle was ruined, her elegant evening dress completely torn open at the side. Vazquez´half-naked wife was being french-kissed by the other twin, whoever it was, clearly against her will. And then, all of a sudden, electricity was turned off and everything went black. Matteo turned around, but something hit him in his head and with a thud he landed on the ground. In the meantime when Matteo was back at the inner entrance when he heard the sound in the bushes:

Together with @rene1 we started writing a muscle story which is linked to the magnificent muscle morphs he is producing for this forum. @rene1 will be adding pics to the story to make it even more attractive. I hope you'll like our common work at least as much as we enjoyed writing it for you. It nicely merges his tastes and mine. We hope it also meets your tastes. Please feel free to comment. Chapter 1: Garcías nightmare Matteo finished his last set of pec flyes. He couldn't focus on his workout as his mind kept drifting. What happened last night just didn't let him go. It was already dark when he walked home through his native city of Piedras Blancas. Half of the street lamps in this run-down area were broken, but he didn't need much light as he knew the place like the back of his hand and felt safe. Once again he passed by the little supermarket of señor García, which did not help to improve his mood. A few years ago García caught him for stealing a Playboy magazine from the shop but didn't simply leave it well enough alone: García, a tall and burly man in his mid thirties also beat him up for it. Matteo, who had this shameful encounter burned into his memory, vowed to himself that he´d do everything he could to prevent this from happening again. He simply needed to become a real man. When he got beaten up, he was still a child, small and skinny. Now, just having turned eighteen recently, his athletic, almost fat-free 88 kgs (194 lbs) looked impressive for a young adult on his 180 cm (5’9 feet) tall frame. His thoughts of the past were interrupted when he saw big choppers parked in front of García´s store. Even in the dim lighting, the metal of the motorcycles shone brightly and Matteo noticed that their tires were exceptionally wide. He walked a few steps further and saw a fourth bike standing a little behind, mounted by a behemoth of a man. Around the same height as Matteo, but at least 40 kg (88 lbs) heavier. And these 40 kg were probably all dark-tanned muscle which made his white tank top bulge under his opened heavy leather jacket. Black hair, neatly trimmed thick beard, strong jawline … the guy looked macho, but also dangerous …very dangerous. He seemed to scan the area. Was he a sentinel for the other guys in García´s supermarket? Luckily right in the moment when Matteo saw him, the musclebull was just looking in another direction, so he could quickly hide behind the nearest wall. Wow! This guy was really impressive. Matteo's heart was pumping so hard you could almost hear it. So, if there were more guys in García´s shop, what would they want from him? Well, there were rumors going around that there was no way Garcia could have built his wealth just from his small store and that he was involved in some crooked business dealings. Matteo simply had to peek around the corner of the wall again. Thankfully from there he was able to observe that thug a little better without being seen at the same time. It seemed to him that the sentinel was new in the area and didn't know anything about hidden passages, secret paths and shortcuts. Matteo did. He decided to quietly circumvent the huge muscleguy and silently – very silently - climb up the fire escape stairs of a neighboring building up to the roof. From there he could watch both the guard outside and look inside into García´s little supermarket through its ventilation holes. As almost expected, three more gang members were inside. He gasped for breath and almost slipped on the roof as he saw how BUILT they were. All those three monsters were simply breathtakingly massive superheavyweight bodybuilders! Their muscles bulged in their black leather trousers which seemed to thin out at the area of highest pressure. They were so huge that you could clearly see how the leather hugged their legs just like a second skin. Even from this far Matteo saw the muscle separations of their thighs in them, all four quadriceps muscles and his hamstrings! Some seams on their jackets had already burst due to their bulk and the tanned muscle bellies of their latissimus were visible through the large openings. Obviously they preferred to wear nothing under their jackets. The third one just wore a vest, so his gargantuan arms weren't covered at all. Hundreds of pencil-thick veins crawled along the clearly visible muscle fibers. Matteo had watched many youtube-videos of bodybuilders, even followed some pros on instagram, but never ever had he seen arms like these! How big could they possibly be? 60 cm? Even 65 cm around (around two feet)? When the big guy's arms moved, their distinct muscles seemed to fight against each other for space, which almost looked ridiculous. Before, their companion waiting outside had left him impressed, but now it became clear that he was actually the smallest of the gang! Nothing could have prepared his mind for this absolutely stunning view. Matteo was so overwhelmed by their looks that it took him some seconds to actually understand what was happening down there. Two of them were brutally holding García´s arms upwards behind his back and the third one was shouting at the absolutely terrified shop owner. "Last warning, Garcia! You claimed yourself you’d easily manage to double the sales! 25% … that‘s so off the mark, shithead! You miss that last chance and we are going to let you die a very slow death and enjoy your screams! And your children … I’ll make sure, I ́ll inject the unsold heroin into them myself … right in front of your eyes. Prick, prick, prick … a little pricky in their arms … or in their ears … or maybe into their eyes … Think about it! For now, I´ll just leave you a friendly reminder.” He grabbed the pinky finger of the shop owner, pulled it at a strange angle, then twisted it. Garcia started to scream but was choked by one of the thugs who held him, which immediately cut off the oxygen needed for screaming. The biker who had talked before easily ripped off his pinky with his gigantic hands, making García faint and fall down to the floor. Or was it maybe not by the pain, but the lack of oxygen? Stomping their feet on his head and body, they went to the cashier and took all that was inside. Then they left the store, jumped on their choppers and rode off. "Matteo! What the heck are you doing! You were supposed to be doing cardio after your last set!" Matteo woke up from his daydream and looked at his coach. Coach Salvador was his idol. Some years ago he was competing as a middle-weight bodybuilder and even won two or three events. Even though he wasn't preparing for competition anymore, he maintained a less strict, but nonetheless controlled diet all year round and was therefore always in good shape. When Matteo entered the gym three years ago, eager to gain size after his encounter with García, it was a fortunate circumstance that he met his coach pretty quickly, who introduced him to serious strength training right from the start. Salvador saw his determination, the fire that burned within Matteo. Of course, the boy lacked a lot of muscle mass, but the trained eye of the competitive bodybuilder didn’t miss Matteo's almost perfect proportions, the favorable deep position of the attachments of his calves, biceps and forearm tendons, which would leave him plenty of room for future mass gains ... or his wide ribcage and collarbones, which were literally waiting for large packages of meat to be attached to them. For Salvador, being able to walk the path together with this talented boy, to build him up and introduce him step by step to the world of competitive bodybuilding, was a great blessing. Just like having a rough diamond that needed to be cut and polished. Right from the start, Matteo needed – and received - hardcore training, not some silly housewife jigging around. And food. Lots of protein-rich food. Again on the treadmill. Matteo set it for 30 minutes. While running, his brain was free to daydream again. He just couldn’t avoid comparing his coach with the three giant bikers from yesterday. This morning, he and Salvador weighed themselves. His coach was exactly at 103 kg (227 lbs), offseason but still showing an eight-pack. With his current low level of body fat, his weight wouldn’t go down too much if he was to compete now, and for sure he wouldn’t start in the middleweight category but switch to the light-heavies. But then, he thought of the Bikers. How absolutely stunningly huge they´d look next to him! They were such gigantic beasts, easily 150 kg, maybe even 160 kg (353 lbs) of pure muscle mountains, brutal faces, thick black beards, carrying lots of golden chains around their muscular necks which were even thicker than their heads ... traps that went up to their ears ... ears with the typical „cauliflower look“ that Matteo had seen in many MMA-fighters or professional wrestlers before. If Salvador stood next to them, they would simply dwarf him, make him look so pathetic! To put it bluntly: meeting Salvador alone on the street, on the beach or wherever you can imagine was a turn-on for most women (and also many men). Any average Joe would describe him as a typical bodybuilder, the simple word ‘athletic’ wouldn't do him justice. But to Matteo, his body just looked ‘beautiful’. However the thugs he saw last night were gigantic beasts, animalistic aggressive hypermasculine musclehulks that emanated waves of testosterone wherever they were. Even if his rational mind couldn't actually approve their violence, deep down he was fascinated by that violence, their dominance, their unrestrained superiority. They were dangerous. Simply dangerous for anybody being at the wrong time in the wrong place. And … he had to admit to himself … that's what thrilled him most. He wanted to be huge. And feared. Be a muscle behemoth like them. Salvador passed by his treadmill. “Coach, I´ve got to tell ya what I'm just non-stop thinking about …” He couldn't stop himself and told him all about what happened yesterday on Wednesday evening. “Oh my God, bad times are coming to Piedras Blancas,“ his coach said, frowning. But he didn't miss the thrill in Matteo's eyes and somehow sensed that he'd try to get in contact with these criminals. “When you´ve finished, come to me. I’m gonna stay at the counter. Got a surprise for you.“ Salvador stayed in an area next to the gym entrance, where supplements were stored and sold. He unpacked the newly arrived boxes of amino acids when Matteo finally joined him. “You know what day it is today?“ “Nope“ “It's your third anniversary, thickie! Exactly three years ago you set foot in this gym, three years that have changed your life already. Look where you came from and look at you now!“ “Aahh, I´m sorry. How could I´ve missed that?“ “Got a gift for you. Here!“ Salvador handed a cap to him. Another one for his collection as he knew that he loved them. Matteo looked at it. “Cool, thank you! What's that??“ Matteo pointed to the middle of his black and shiny cap. It showed a picture of a grotesquely morphed bodybuilder. It reminded him of his other cap with the well known logo of Powerhouse Gym. The torso of a bodybuilder lifting a bar over himself that was so overloaded that it bent like an arc. Well that was a drawing, a quick draft, a kind of sketch. But this far overmorphed bodybuilder actually looked like a realistic photograph that was put on the cap. For his taste the artist exaggerated too much, but still he was deeply amazed by the photorealistic quality of his work. “Guy on that pic is called Khaldun,“ Salvador said smiling. Matteo decided to search on the internet for new fantasy computer games after his next meal … with this strange Khaldun as the protagonist of the game. “He's really cool.” Matteo put the cap on his head. Less than two seconds passed when suddenly, he heard a very short beeping sound and a feeling of warmth flowed down into his body. He looked around and saw the red bulb of the gym alarm. “Ah! That’s where the beep sound came from.” thought Matteo. “Muchísimas gracias, Salvador, I'll wear that cap all the time.“

Part 8 Still plastered against the wall Dave was still at the mercy of his father’s body unable to escape. The cum he had been licking had coursed its way through his body making his pathetic “growth” spurts kick in as his much smaller man hood came instantly. His clothes still hung loosely on his body, not a single tear having formed on them. It felt like a never-ending cycle of his piss potential being rubbed in his face as he heard the earth-shaking moans emitted from his dad and brother who were passionately kissing feeling up each other massive muscles swelling against each other’s bodies, while he sucked away on what felt like a life time supply of cum that had been blasted all over him. Suddenly his father’s foot moved in response to his tongue which had done enough work to catch his father’s attention away from Tommy’s growing body. Finally free his own feet contacted the cum covered floor. While he thought his first response would be to flee from the house, he instead fell to his knees licking up more of his fathers seed desperate for any more growth he could get. “Oh, you’re still here son, I thought you’d run out by now. Well, you better get started the real men of this family are trying to have some fun and this house won’t last much longer wouldn’t want a tiny thing like you to get hurt now would we.” Humiliation surged through Dave as he came to his senses now realizing he was on the floor covering himself in the cum of his own father who was looking down at him grinning from ear to ear as he jerked off his little brother to even greater heights. “Oh, and don’t you worry, you’ll have PLENTY more to drink in a bit so go on outside and get ready for daddies money shot, alright sport!” Dave did as he was told frightened of the gods that he had unleashed upon the world. Getting up and going outside shutting the door behind him he felt a sense of unease as the house looked perfectly normal from the outside. No one would ever suspect that two 12 ft giants were hunched over inside eagerly filling each other to the brim with cum. As he stood there waiting for something to happen, he felt the sudden shaking coming from the nearby ground that grew stronger with each passing moment. He thought it was his dads’ expert thrusts inside Tommy causing them, but he couldn’t have been more wrong. A shadow loomed over him causing his neck to look straight up to see Adrian’s pretty smile beaming down at him larger than ever. “A-ADRIAN! You’re even bigger?!” “Haha you better believe it little man, when you left in a rush for the last shake me and Michael over here got back to having fun.” Adrian raised both his arms flexing them a couple of feet above Dave’s small head, a look of pleasure filled Adrian’s face as his body seemed to shudder with even more growth subtly filling out his biceps as he flexed them. “But guess what we found out……OUR CUM MAKES US GROW!” Both the giant men’s cocks oozed a steady stream of pre pooling at Dave’s feet as he could see them chubbing up at the thought of sucking down on each other’s massive rods. Michael then chimed in “We felt so bad for you, that we figured we’d visit your house after we outgrew our dorm; oh yeah sorry about that your gonna need to look for someplace else to crash by the way.” Dave could see the look on their faces filling with lust as they stared down at Dave like a hungry meal ready to blow him up to massive proportions, as their cocks inflated at a quicker pace lifting into the air nearly smacking his face from their abnormal lengths. The heat radiating off them as the intense smell of sweat and cum filled his nostrils. His gaze now meet eye to eye with Adrian’s massive cock head angrily pulsating in front of his face. “So how about its little man, you want to take a load from a real man and grow?” Just as Dave was about to respond a sudden rumbling could be felt coming from the ground catching all three men’s attention to turn towards the house as deep voices could be heard coming from inside. Dave braced himself for the inevitable that he knew was coming, while Adrian and Michael watched befuddled as to what was happening inside. Their confusion would soon be answered as Tommy’s head broke through the roof of the house. Their legs pushed out knocking down the walls around them, their arms stretching out puffing their massive chests making rubble fall around them. A shocked Michael said “Who the fuck is that Dave? He’s so BIG, even bigger than us!” Before he could utter a word Adrian in his complete state of arousal unloaded a torrent of only precum directly in Dave’s face, his knees buckling causing the ground Dave stood on to shake even more in combinations with the force of his brothers growing body. Now coated in his roommates seed he tried getting their attention again to explain what was happening, but his words fell upon deaf ears as they were mesmerized by the erotic scene of his little bro muscles outgrowing the house, he grew up in. The smaller giants drew closer to the house casting their shadows big shadows behind them onto Dave making him feel so tiny. “YOUR SO TIGHT DAMMIT, HELL OF A FIRST TIME AM I RIGHT DAD” Tommy boomed out. Adrian and Michael both looked at each other gulping as they realized the giant of a man exploding out of Dave’s house was Dave’s own LITTLE brother, furthermore at the fact that not only was he growing, but he had also mentioned Dave’s sexy father alluding to the fact that he was inside him. Suddenly their fathers voice boomed from inside as well. “That’s its Tommy, grow for daddy! Pump me full of all that cum and GROW!” His head burst through the front of the house knocking down the metal door to the ground as he was on all fours, being impaled by Tommy’s monster cock. It seemed as if with each thrust that Tommy gave his dad, his whole body surged with more growth his cock elongated further pushing his dads massive body further outside the house wrecking more of the wall as his boulder shoulders made space for themselves no longer able to be contained. The pain and pleasure of Tommy’s first time was getting to him as he could barely focus on anything than the massive cock inside him, pushing his organs around from how growth hungry his boy was. Picking his head up from the ground he was met with surprise when he saw not only his ant of a son stunned to see him, but his two hunky roommates now bigger than the last time he saw them. Watching the cum dribble from both their cocks, he licked his lips hungrily; giving both men a wink as he beckoned them to come near. Feeling the onslaught of thrusts from Tommy who was fucking him like a wild boar in heat; Completely overwhelmed from the feeling of a man’s ass squeezing his cock for the first time. He felt that needed a bit of a boost to better handle his son and Adrian and Michael were going to help him do just that. Even at their impressive size his growth had already eclipsed theirs allowing him to easily slurp down on both Adrian’s and Michael’s cocks at the same time, the force of his suction almost lifting both men off the ground. As both men felt their balls being drained by a man with years of experience, they turned their heads to kiss enjoying their giant-sized blow job, ready to floor the irresistible giant even larger.

Hi guys. Long time lurker here. I've been working on a story blending together the elements of some of my favorites, including "Jason: The Bigger the Better," "Elongro," "A New Performance Incentive," and "Contract Law" with my own twists. I love guys growing huge, but I don't see enough of them adjusting to their new bodies. Don't expect a ton of sex or continuing growth--the main character grows all at once and then the rest of the story is about him adjusting (although there will be plenty of explicit scenes and some continued growth). It's a slice of life, and there will be a lot of repetitive scenes. There's a bit of an overarching plot that begins after the initial growth adjustment but nothing too complicated. No, I will not be taking suggestions, the story is already written and I'm just making slight edits. Hope you enjoy! KING OF THE COURT PROLOGUE Vikram Singh, the youngest sibling at 25, often finds himself in the towering shadows of his brothers, both literally and figuratively. His eldest brother, Gurinder, stands at a formidable 6 foot 7 inches, with a presence as commanding as his height. At 32, Gurinder's life is a testament to discipline and precision, his career as a software developer marked by a series of calculated moves that have led to a string of successes. His short topknot and beard are not just a style statement but a reflection of his no-nonsense approach to life. He speaks sparingly, but when he does, his words carry the weight of thoughtful analysis. Harminder, the middle brother, is even taller at 6 foot 9 inches. His fashion is as sharp as his wit, with three-piece suits that seem to be crafted just for him. His jet-black hair, always in a perfect coiff, complements his meticulously groomed short beard. As an attorney at counsel at Gully & Sons LLP, Harminder's brilliance is as renowned as his sarcasm. His reputation precedes him, not only within the legal community, where he's been named the #1 Young Lawyer to watch, but also in social circles where his charm makes him a favorite among women. His ambition is palpable, with his eyes firmly set on the prize of partnership. In contrast, Vikram, or Vik as he's affectionately known, carries a different kind of presence. Standing at 5 foot 9 inches, he lacks the imposing stature of his brothers but makes up for it with a charisma that is all his own. His low taper fade haircut and short beard give him a boyish charm that endears him to those he meets. As a first-year associate at Gully & Sons LLP, Vik's journey is just beginning. His honesty and trustworthiness have earned him the respect of his peers, even if he doesn't always feel like the sharpest tool in the shed. Living together in a house Gurinder owned in the city, the brothers' interactions are a mix of playful banter and deep-seated loyalty. The house is one with tall ceilings, tall doors, and wide halls to accommodate the two huge older Singh boys. Gurinder and Harminder, protective to a fault, often treat Vik like the baby of the family, their teasing a sign of affection, albeit sometimes bordering on annoyance. Vik, for his part, navigates their overprotectiveness with a mix of frustration and love, knowing that beneath the surface, there's an unbreakable bond that ties them together. Their home is a microcosm of their world, where each brother's unique traits contribute to a larger, more complex picture. It's a place where Vik's charm, Harminder's intellect, and Gurinder's stoicism come together, creating a balance that, while sometimes precarious, always finds its way back to harmony. CHAPTER ONE: A WHOLE NEW WORLD Exhausted from the relentless demands of his role at Gully & Sons LLP, Vikram had succumbed to the comfort of his silk pajamas, a small act of rebellion against the endless hours. He would keep them in his office and wear them once everyone else had left to relax. He looked stupid in them—like Ebineezer Scrooge in A Christmas Carol. But Vik was a sucker for comfort. The office was silent, a stark contrast to the cacophony of the day. As he settled into his chair, the case files for Accelercola—an energy drink company under fire for its potentially lethal product—loomed over him like a dark cloud. The company came under fire when it was revealed that a certain batch of the drink contained over four times the amount of caffeine it was supposed to have, causing heart attacks in several customers. The senior partner, Rebecca Lawson, had entrusted him with a critical task: to send a batch of the contaminated energy drink for testing. But fatigue clouded Vikram's judgment, and he placed the case of Accelercola perilously close to his personal cache of Diet Coke. Hours ticked by, and the night deepened. Vikram's hand, guided by muscle memory, reached for a can. The hiss of the opening was familiar, but the taste was anything but. A fiery sensation spread through his mouth, an unexpected spiciness that made him gasp. Heat flushed through his body, his heartbeat thundering in his ears. Panic set in just as darkness claimed him, and he collapsed into a cold sweat. When consciousness returned, the world seemed different—smaller. Vikram's silk pajamas were stretched to their limits, barely containing the new, muscular form beneath. He was a giant among men, standing at an astonishing 12 feet. The ceiling, once a distant overhead, now allowed for only a foot of clearance. A primal urge led him to the bathroom, but the journey was fraught with obstacles. The doorway, a portal he had passed through countless times, was now a barrier. His head met the wall with a thud, leaving a dent as a testament to his newfound stature. Cursing under his breath, Vikram maneuvered through the wreckage, his body a mass of rippling muscles and raw power. The bathroom mirror revealed the extent of his transformation. His reflection was that of a Desi Hercules, a bodybuilder with a physique that artists would clamor to sculpt. A smile crept across his face, a mix of disbelief and excitement. "This is gonna be good," he murmured, his voice a deep, resonant timbre that vibrated through the room. Vikram's mind raced with possibilities. His brothers, always the protectors, would now see him in a new light. The cases that had weighed him down seemed trivial in comparison to the strength he now possessed. As he explored his new form, a sense of invincibility washed over him. He was no longer just Vikram Singh, the overwhelmed attorney—he was a force to be reckoned with, and he was more than ready to embrace this extraordinary twist of fate. He managed to pull down his barely together silk pajama bottoms without tearing them to shreds. Vik suddenly because aware of the new size of his phallus. Vik had always been average in every department. But this thing was monstrous. Vik realized he was too tall to piss in the urinal standing up. He fell to his knees and the bathroom shook as he released his firehose piss in the bowl. The sensation of the powerful piss stream traveling down his long and girthy tool was euphoric. The sound of his powerful stream echoed off the bathroom walls, reverberating with a force that matched his newfound physical strength. Vikram couldn't help but marvel at the sheer intensity of the experience. As he stood up, a sense of euphoria surged through him, blending with the rush of adrenaline that came with his colossal transformation. As Vikram emerged from the bathroom, his new towering form was a sight to behold. Jasper, a fellow first-year who had arrived at the office unusually early (on a Saturday to boot), was frozen in place, his eyes wide with astonishment. The sight before him was something out of a comic book—a colleague who had grown into a giant overnight. "Vik... is that really you?" Jasper stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. With a grin, Vikram flexed his muscles, the sheer size of his biceps casting shadows on the walls. "It's me, Jasper. Just a bit... upgraded," Vikram replied, his deep voice filling the room. Jasper's initial shock gave way to curiosity as he circled Vikram, taking in the unbelievable transformation. "How did this even happen?" he asked, his scientific mind already running through the possibilities. Vikram, still reveling in his newfound strength, simply shrugged. "I guess I just needed a little pick-me-up," he joked, bouncing his pecs with a chuckle. Realizing the practicalities of the situation, Jasper quickly agreed to help Vikram find suitable clothing. Vik waited in his office, sitting on the floor and fondling his new muscles for about 2 hours. Jasper returned with an assortment of athletic and dress clothes, which, against all odds, fit Vikram's massive frame—albeit snugly. God knows where he got them, but Vik didn’t care. At least he could leave this office. As Vikram slipped into the black athletic shorts, he gave another flex for Jasper, who couldn't help but laugh. "You're going to need a whole new wardrobe, man," Jasper said, shaking his head in disbelief. The notification on Vikram's computer caught his eye, and he read aloud the message from the senior partner, Rebecca Lawson, granting him a day off on Monday for his hard work. "Looks like I've got some time to adjust to this," Vikram mused. Determined to leave the office before anyone else saw him, Vikram attempted the elevator, only to find that he was far too large to fit. The stairs were his only option, and as he descended the 51 flights, he felt the stairwell shrink around as his shoulders crashed into the walls, leaving many a dent in his wake. CHAPTER TWO: TELL IT TO ME STRAIGHT, DOC The morning air was crisp as Vikram stepped outside, the city still quiet in the early hours. With each stride, his towering form drew curious glances from the few passersby on the street. He made his way to the office of Dr. Julian Brownly, his endocrinologist, and the one person he hoped could make sense of his bewildering transformation. Vik had been seeing him since a potential thyroid scare a couple years ago. Dr. Brownly, a brilliant and handsome 30-year-old physician with a passion for bodybuilding, was taken aback as Vikram ducked through the doorway of his clinic. The doctor stood at a modest 5'9", a stark contrast to Vikram's colossal stature. "Vikram, what on earth..." Dr. Brownly trailed off, his professional curiosity piqued. Without wasting a moment, Dr. Brownly set to work, measuring Vikram's height, taking blood samples, and running a series of tests. The clinic seemed to shrink around them, the equipment dwarfed by Vikram's size. The doctor had to measure Vik laying down as there was no way he could reach his lofty head. “Twelve feet on the dot.” The doctor said, astonished. Vik sat up and flexed his arms— “I like how that sounds. Vikram the 12-foot-tall giant.” As he heard his measurement, Vik’s already immodest bulge thickened into a fat semi. The doctor could not help but stare, but quickly composed himself to return to his work. After a thorough examination, Dr. Brownly delivered his findings with a mixture of concern and astonishment. "The Accelercola—it wasn't the cause of your growth. It was laced with something lethal. But somehow, your body reacted... differently," he explained. Vikram listened intently as Dr. Brownly revealed the existence of a dormant 'giant gene' within him. A rush of hormones, triggered by the contaminated drink, had activated the gene, altering his body to save his life. A sense of pride swelled within Vikram. He stood taller—if that was even possible—and flexed his muscles, a playful smirk on his face. "So, I'm not just a giant in the courtroom now, huh?" he teased. Dr. Brownly couldn't help but smile at Vikram's good humor, despite the gravity of the situation. "You're certainly something special, Vikram. But we need to monitor you closely," he cautioned. Vikram nodded, but his attention was elsewhere. He caught his reflection in the mirror, his new form a marvel to behold. He bounced his pecs, the movement sending ripples across his chest. The feeling was exhilarating, empowering. "Looks like I've got some new assets to work with," Vikram quipped, turning to Dr. Brownly, who was scribbling notes furiously. Dr. Brownly looked up, adjusting his glasses. "Just remember, don’t try to take on too much more heart stress. Your labs are perfect, better than perfect, but who knows what could happen," he said, with a tinge of concern. Vikram laughed, the sound deep and resonant. "Don't worry, Doc. I'll be fine. I think I might be close to invincible now." Vik glanced down at Dr. Brownly’s modest 5’9”. From his new vantage point, he laughed— “is that what I used to look like?” Vik came dangerously close to the doctor, his body heat radiating onto the smaller man. “No wonder Gurinder and Harminder thought I was a midget.” The doctor, a once proud bodybuilder gulped. “Let’s schedule a follow up in a few weeks to make sure you are still good.” With his newfound confidence, Vikram thanked Dr. Brownly and left the clinic, his mind racing with possibilities. The world was a different place for him now, and he was eager to explore it with his giant steps. As Vikram Singh, now a giant among men, exited Dr. Brownly's office, the morning rush was beginning to swell on the streets. His departure was anything but inconspicuous; pedestrians halted mid-stride, their expressions a blend of awe and disbelief. Children pointed, their eyes wide with wonder, while adults fumbled for their phones, eager to capture the extraordinary sight. Vikram, however, was unfazed by the attention. With a confident stride, he made his way to a local cafe, a quaint establishment he had frequented in his former, more average-sized life. CHAPTER THREE: SUPERHERO DAY Ducking to avoid the top frame, Vikram entered the cafe, the bell above the door jingling in his wake. He relished the sensation of his muscles flexing and contracting as he navigated the narrow doorway, the fabric of his black shorts stretched taut over his powerful legs. The cozy interior was a stark contrast to his grandiose physique. Patrons glanced up from their lattes and laptops, their conversations trailing off as they took in the sight of the colossal newcomer. Behind the counter stood Evan, a barista Vik had never seen before. His eyes met Vikram's, and for a moment, there was a silent exchange of mutual respect—Evan for the man who dared to dream beyond his size, and Vikram for the artist who sought to capture the essence of life in song. "Quite the entrance," Evan remarked, his tone light and playful. Vikram chuckled, the sound deep and resonant. "Just trying to fit in," he quipped, flexing his arms casually. The motion was fluid, a testament to his newfound strength and control. Evan couldn't help but be impressed. "Well, you certainly stand out," he said, reaching for the largest jug he could find. "And I suppose you'll be needing coffee to match." The two engaged in conversation, their topics ranging from the mundane to the profound. Vikram shared his aspirations and challenges, while Evan spoke of melodies and harmonies that danced in his head, waiting to be set free. As Evan prepared a giant jug of coffee, the rich aroma filling the cafe, Vikram found himself grateful for the normalcy of the interaction. It was a reminder that despite his dramatic change, the simple pleasures of life—like a good chat over coffee—remained unchanged. Evan slid the jug across the counter, a smile playing on his lips. "Here you go, a brew fit for a giant." Vikram accepted the jug with a nod of thanks, his large hands enveloping the container. "You know, Evan, maybe this size isn't such a bad thing after all," he mused, the steam from the coffee warming his face. Evan laughed, the sound mingling with the soft notes of jazz playing in the background. "Just don't outgrow us all, Vik." With a final wave, Vikram left the cafe, his spirits lifted by the encounter. The city was waking up, and with each step, he felt more at ease in his towering frame, ready to face whatever the day might bring. --- Vikram, with his newfound stature, strode through the city streets, the giant coffee jug in his hand now seeming no larger than a regular cup. His destination was the law library, a repository of legal wisdom where he hoped to unearth a long-forgotten case citation for work. The morning sun cast long shadows on the pavement, mirroring the elongated silhouette of his imposing figure. As he approached the library, a shrill screech pierced the air. Vikram's sharp eyes caught sight of a school bus, its frantic driver wrestling with the steering wheel as the vehicle barreled down the street, brakes evidently failed. Without a moment's hesitation, Vikram set his jug down and sprinted towards the impending disaster. The ground trembled beneath his colossal strides. Onlookers gasped, their fears for the children on the bus momentarily eclipsed by the spectacle of this giant man in motion. Vikram reached the bus just as it neared a busy intersection. With a roar of effort, he planted his feet firmly on the asphalt and extended his arms, his hands grasping the rear of the bus. Metal groaned under the force of his grip, and with a herculean heave, Vikram slowed the bus's momentum. Sparks flew as his shoes slid across the ground, his muscles bulging with the strain. Inch by inch, he brought the runaway vehicle to a halt, just shy of the crosswalk. As the dust settled, Vikram stood tall, towering over the bus. The children inside, wide-eyed and breathless, peered out the windows at their savior. The driver, overwhelmed with relief, mouthed a silent 'thank you' as emergency services arrived on the scene. Vikram surveyed the crowd that had gathered, their expressions a mix of awe and gratitude. He had become more than just a lawyer or a giant; he was a hero in the truest sense. With a nod to the first responders, he retrieved his coffee jug and continued on his way to the library, his heart pounding not from exertion, but from the realization of his own strength and the difference he could make. --- The library doors, once imposing, now felt like gateways to a new chapter in his life. As he ducked inside, Vikram knew that no matter how tall he stood, it was his actions that truly made him larger than life. Vikram's arrival at the library was a moment of relief; the high ceilings allowed him to stand tall, unencumbered by the fear of bumping his head. The scent of old books and the quiet whispers of knowledge-seeking patrons filled the air. It was here, amidst the rows of legal tomes, that he met Marcus. Marcus, the law librarian, was a 28-year-old with a physique that spoke of hours dedicated to bodybuilding. Yet, even his well-defined muscles seemed modest in comparison to Vikram's towering form. Marcus couldn't hide his fascination, his eyes tracing the contours of Vikram's massive frame, which dwarfed his own 6-foot stature. "Never thought I'd meet a real-life Goliath in the stacks," Marcus joked, breaking the ice. Vikram laughed, the sound echoing off the library walls. "And I never thought I'd need to duck under doorways," he replied, gesturing to his height. As they conversed about obscure case laws and landmark rulings, a camaraderie formed between them. Their shared passion for the law bridged the gap that Vikram's size might have created. It wasn't long before Marcus enlisted Vikram's help with a problem: the library's ladder was broken, and a stack of books awaited reshelving on the highest shelves. With ease, Vikram lifted the volumes, organizing them with a care that belied his size. Marcus directed him to the right sections, impressed by Vikram's ability to handle the delicate task. After the work was done, Marcus scribbled his phone number on a piece of paper and handed it to Vikram. "How about we hit the gym together? I could use a workout buddy, especially one who doesn't need a spotter for the heavy weights," he said with a grin. Vikram accepted the offer with a nod. "I'm in. It's not every day you find a friend who's not intimidated by a little extra height," he responded, tucking the number into his pocket. As Vikram left the library, he felt a sense of belonging. His size might have changed, but his ability to connect with others hadn't. With a new friend and potential gym partner, Vikram's world seemed a little less daunting. --- Vikram's stomach grumbled with the ferocity of a thunderstorm, echoing off the skyscrapers as he lumbered down the street. Hunger pangs struck with such intensity that he half-expected to see a 'Feed Me' sign hanging from his neck. Spotting an 'All You Can Eat' buffet, his face lit up like the neon sign above the entrance. As he ducked into the restaurant, a collective gasp rose from the patrons. The maître d' froze, clipboard in hand, eyes tracing the arc of Vikram's stooped entry. "Table for one?" he ventured, the question sounding more like a hope against hope. Vikram nodded, his eyes already scanning the smorgasbord of culinary delights. The maître d' led him to a table, but it was clear that no mere piece of furniture could accommodate Vikram's colossal frame. With a sheepish grin, Vikram opted to stand, his plate resting on the table like a toy saucer. Plate after plate, Vikram sampled everything—the roast beef, the sushi, the exotic cheeses, and an impressive mountain of shrimp. The other diners watched in awe, their own forks paused mid-air as Vikram devoured dish after dish. The chefs in the back began to sweat, their culinary creations disappearing faster than they could say 'buffet.' Finally, with the contented sigh of a man who had eaten his fill, Vikram leaned back—careful not to topple over the dessert cart—and let out a belch that rumbled through the restaurant like a bass note in a symphony. Patrons chuckled, and even the staff couldn't suppress their smiles. The restaurant owners, a charming couple who had never seen their buffet so thoroughly appreciated, approached Vikram with a mix of trepidation and fascination. "Sir, we must say, we've never had a customer quite like you," the wife said, her eyes wide with wonder. Vikram winked, flexing an arm as thick as a tree trunk. "Well, I do have quite the appetite. Hope I didn't cause too much trouble," he teased, the corner of his mouth twitching with a playful smirk. The husband laughed, shaking his head. "Trouble? No, no. You've set a new record! Tell you what, come back anytime, and we'll make sure to reinforce the tables." As Vikram thanked them and squeezed back out the door, the couple exchanged glances. "Maybe we should start a new promotion," the husband mused. Vikram strolled away, his hunger sated and his spirits high. The city had never seemed so small, nor the buffet so endless. CHAPTER FOUR: SHOWDOWN AT THE SINGH HOUSE Vikram's journey home was a study in contrasts. The familiar streets seemed narrower, the doorways smaller, and his own house appeared as if it had shrunk. He had to twist and turn to squeeze through the front door, feeling a bit like Alice after she drank the potion in Wonderland. Inside, the world was different from this new vantage point. The ceilings felt lower, the furniture doll-sized. Vikram marveled at the transformation, a grin spreading across his face as he realized the power and size he now possessed. He stretched out an arm, his hand almost spanning the width of the hallway. The sensation was intoxicating. Gurinder walked in first, his eyes glued to his phone, not noticing the colossal figure of his younger brother. It wasn't until he bumped into Vikram's leg, which he mistook for a new, oddly placed column, that he looked up. "Vik...?" Gurinder's phone clattered to the floor, his voice a mix of shock and awe. "What in the world happened to you?" Harminder, entering behind him, stopped dead in his tracks. "You're... huge!" he exclaimed, his eyes traveling the length of Vikram's towering form. Vikram beamed, his chest swelling with pride. "Yeah, it's a long story. Let's just say I had a bit of a growth spurt." Gurinder circled Vikram, his analytical mind kicking in. "This is incredible. You must be over twelve feet tall! How do you feel?" Vikram could sense the shift in dynamics as he towered over his brothers, the air thick with unspoken tension. Gurinder's excitement was palpable, his hands gesturing animatedly as he bombarded Vikram with queries about his newfound stature. Harminder, usually the most confident of the trio, now seemed withdrawn, unable to meet Vikram's gaze directly. “What the hell is that?” Harminder asked, pointing at Vik’s prodigal crotch bulge. “Oh, this?” Vik asked innocently as he gave it a squeeze, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Seems like my growth spurt affected more than just my height and muscles," he replied with a chuckle. Harminder blushed furiously, averting his eyes as if trying to unsee what he had just witnessed. Gurinder, ever the scientist, leaned in closer, his curiosity piqued. As they settled into the living room, Gurinder couldn't contain his curiosity any longer. "How did this happen? Are you some sort of superhero now?" he blurted out, eyes wide with wonder. Vikram chuckled, running a hand through his hair that seemed to touch the ceiling effortlessly. "I wish it were that simple. Long story short: I feel like one,” he replied, trying to downplay the magnitude of his transformation. Harminder finally spoke up, his voice tinged with a mix of awe and envy. "I can't believe this! How did you get so huge overnight?" Harminder's voice quivered with a hint of jealousy, his eyes flickering between admiration and resentment. “And why do you get to be the giant?" Vikram shrugged, a small earthquake in the gesture. "I guess I just got lucky. Or maybe it's karma for all those times you guys used me as an armrest." Vikram could sense the emotional turmoil within his middle brother and decided to address it head-on. "I know this might seem overwhelming, but it's still me, Harminder. Just a different version. And who knows, maybe this could be a blessing in disguise. We'll figure it out together," Vikram said, his tone gentle yet firm. Gurinder nodded in agreement, offering his support with a reassuring smile. "Yeah, bro. We're here for you no matter what. You're still the same Vikram we've always known, just a bit... enhanced," he added with a chuckle. Harminder's expression softened as he absorbed their words. Slowly, a smile tugged at the corners of his lips. "I… I’m still your big bro, I can run circles around you at work, and I can still pummel you. Well, Mr. Giant, how about I prove that size isn't everything? I challenge you to a wrestling match." Vik’s arched an eyebrow, “At work, sure, no doubt. But the pummeling?” A wry smile formed across Vik’s lips, “You wanna go?” --- The backyard of the Singh household had been transformed into an impromptu wrestling ring, the grassy expanse a stage for the brothers' test of strength. Vik, the youngest and now the largest, stood at the center, his massive form casting a long shadow in the afternoon sun. Gurinder and Harminder, no strangers to physical contests, eyed their younger brother with a mix of anticipation and wariness. They were tall and athletic, but next to Vik, they seemed almost ordinary. As the makeshift bell rang, Vik's deep voice boomed across the yard. "Ready to learn a lesson from your little brother?" he teased, a playful smirk on his face. The wrestling began, and it was immediately clear that Vik's size and strength were in a league of their own. His movements were fluid and precise, each muscle in his body working in perfect harmony. His arms, thick as tree trunks, wrapped around his brothers with ease, lifting them off the ground as if they were children. Gurinder grunted as he tried to find leverage, but Vik's grip was unyielding. "I have to admit, you've become quite the force of nature," he said, struggling to break free. Harminder, caught in a similar hold, couldn't help but let out a laugh despite his predicament. "I think 'force of nature' is an understatement. He's more like a one-man earthquake." Vik chuckled, the sound resonating through the air. Vik's muscles rippled under his skin, their power evident in the way they flexed and bulged with every exertion. His brothers could feel the immense strength coursing through him, their bodies pressed against his like pebbles against a boulder. Harminder and Gurinder grunted and strained against Vik's overwhelming force, their attempts to break free met with little success He released his brothers gently, allowing them to regain their footing. "I can't deny it; I love being this huge, this powerful. It's like I've been reborn as an alpha, and I'm not going to lie—it feels incredible." The brothers circled each other again, their movements a dance of power and agility. Vik's legs, each the size of a small person, propelled him forward with surprising speed. His back, a broad canvas of rippling muscles, flexed with each twist and turn. As the match continued, Vik's dominance was undeniable. He moved with a confidence that came from knowing he was the strongest, the biggest, the alpha. And yet, there was a grace to his actions, a reminder that he was still their brother, still Vik. When Vikram finally pinned Harminder to the ground, it was with a gentleness that belied his gargantuan form. Lying on the grass, Harminder conceded, "Alright, you win, Vik. This new size of yours... it's something else." Vikram helped his brother to his feet, his laughter booming across the yard. "I think I could get used to this.” The tournament ended with laughter and backslaps, the brothers acknowledging Vik's superiority in good spirits.As they caught their breath, Vikram bounced his pecs, the movement sending ripples through his muscles. "Still think size isn't everything?" Vik's thoughts were on the future, on the possibilities that lay ahead for a man of his size and strength. Gurinder chided Vik, “Just don’t become a bully.” Vikram shook his head. "Never. I'm still your little brother, just a little... bigger." After their match with Vik, Gurinder and Harminder stood up, shaking off the defeat with good humor. They locked eyes, the unspoken challenge hanging between them. It was Gurinder who broke the silence, his voice laced with competitive spirit. "Alright, Harminder, you and I haven't had a proper go in a while. Let's see if you've still got it." Harminder smirked, rolling his shoulders in anticipation. "You're on, Gurinder. But don't expect any brotherly mercy from me." The two brothers circled each other on the soft grass, their athletic forms a testament to years of friendly rivalry. They lunged and parried, each seeking an advantage, their movements a dance of strength and agility. As the match progressed, it was clear that both brothers were evenly matched, each countering the other's moves with practiced ease. But it was Gurinder who found the opening, a momentary lapse in Harminder's defense, and with a swift maneuver, he took his brother down to the ground. Harminder grunted as he hit the grass, a mix of surprise and respect flashing in his eyes. "Well played, Gurinder. I guess you've still got the edge," he conceded, offering his hand for Gurinder to help him up. Gurinder pulled Harminder to his feet, a triumphant grin on his face. "It's all in the technique. But you put up a good fight, brother." The brothers shared a laugh, their bond unshaken by the outcome of the match. As they walked back to the house, their conversation turned to plans for the next family tournament, where they would once again test their mettle against each other—and against the giant that was their younger brother, Vik. Vikram's new size and strength were overwhelming, his pecs bouncing in a triumphant dance as Harminder looked on, defeated but impressed. CHAPTER FIVE: BED AND BREAKFAST The night had fallen, and the house was quiet as Vikram, now a giant among men, prepared for bed. He entered his bedroom—a room that once felt spacious, now seemed like a dollhouse around his massive frame. "Alright, Vik, let's see if we can do this without breaking anything," he muttered to himself, a habit he found comforting in the face of his new reality. He raised his arms for a goodnight stretch, misjudging his own strength and size. His fist connected with the ceiling with a thud, leaving a hole where smooth plaster once was. "Oops," he chuckled, "Guess I don't know my own strength yet." Carefully, he maneuvered towards the bed, the furniture creaking a warning. He sat down gingerly, only to hear the wooden frame groan under his weight before it surrendered with a crack, the mattress hitting the floor. "Well, that's not going to work," he said with a resigned laugh, looking at the bed now resembling a nest rather than a place to sleep. Lying down proved to be another challenge; his feet dangled off the edge, scraping against the wall. "I'm going to need a bigger bed," he mused aloud, the absurdity of the situation not lost on him. Despite the discomfort, exhaustion took over, and Vikram drifted off to sleep. His snores were deep and guttural, vibrating through the house, a testament to his new, gargantuan size. The walls trembled with each breath, a lullaby of sorts that echoed his earlier thoughts. Gurinder, from upstairs, heard the sounds. "With great size comes great... snoring" he mused. Morning light streamed through the windows, casting a warm glow on Vikram's face as he stirred from his slumber. For a moment, he lay still, the events of the previous day feeling like fragments of a dream. But as he attempted to stretch, his hand met the resistance of the ceiling—reality came crashing down. The transformation was real; he was a giant. With a groan that sounded more like a growl, Vikram rolled out of bed—or what was left of it—and stumbled towards the kitchen. His movements were awkward, uncoordinated, like a puppeteer learning the strings. "Time for breakfast," he mumbled to himself, his voice a deep rumble. The kitchen, once a place of culinary experiments, now felt like a dollhouse. Vikram ducked under the doorway, his tighty-whiteys hugging his massive frame, leaving little to the imagination. The sight was enough to stop his brothers, Gurinder and Harminder, in their tracks. "Vik, for heaven's sake, put on some clothes!" Gurinder chided, trying to avert his eyes. Harminder just whistled. "You're going to need a custom tailor, brother. At least make sure they’re clean before leaving your room." Vik's looked down as his enormous manhood and testicles bulged, the fabric of his underwear stretched to its limit. A huge spot of precum made his underwear almost see-through at his massive cock head. The scent of musk and sweat emanating from Vikram's groin was strong, an earthy and slightly sweet smell that only added to the intensity of his current state. It was unlike anything Gurinder or Harminder had ever seen, a testament to his new size. Ignoring their comments, Vikram set about making breakfast. He cracked eggs with one hand, each one looking like a quail's egg between his fingers. The frying pan was comically small, but he managed, flipping pancakes that were more like silver dollars on the griddle. He raided the fridge, devouring everything in sight—bacon, bread, leftovers from last night's dinner. The protein powder was next; he tipped the container, and the contents vanished like dust in a vacuum. As he ate, his appetite seemed insatiable, each bite only fueling his hunger further. He finished with a belch that rattled the windows, a satisfied grin on his face. Gurinder, ever the analyst, had been calculating on his phone. "Vik, at this rate, you're going to eat us out of house and home. Literally." Vikram's smile faltered. "I... I didn't think about that. I'll cover the costs, don't worry." Harminder raised an eyebrow. "With what? You're going to need a raise just to pay for breakfast." The reality of his financial situation dawned on Vikram. His associate salary, once a source of pride, now seemed meager. "I'll figure something out," he said, determination setting in. "Maybe I'll start a side hustle. Giant for hire, anyone?" The brothers laughed, the tension easing. They would support Vikram, no matter his size or appetite. But as Vikram looked around at the empty shelves and the demolished pantry, he knew that being a giant in the modern world was going to require more than just a big personality.

CHAPTER SEVEN: ALL IN A DAY'S WORK As the morning sun peeked through the curtains, Vikram awoke to the familiar sound of his alarm clock. With a groan that shook the room, he sat up, his head nearly grazing the ceiling. "Another day, another dollar," he mumbled to himself, swinging his legs over the side of his makeshift bed. In the kitchen, the smell of coffee filled the air, and the sound of bickering brothers added to the morning chaos. "Vik, watch it!" Gurinder exclaimed as Vikram's elbow knocked over a salt shaker in his attempt to grab the milk. "Sorry, sorry," Vikram replied, his movements awkward in the cramped space. "This kitchen wasn't made for a giant." Harminder, leaning against the counter, sipped his coffee with an amused smirk. "You're telling me. I've been saying we need a bigger place for years." The battle for the bathroom was a short one; Vikram's size meant he could simply lift Harminder out of the way with a gentle nudge. "I'll be quick," he promised, squeezing through the doorway. Dressed in a dress shirt and slacks that looked painted on and a bit too short, Vikram checked his reflection in the mirror. "Guess it's time to go shopping again," he sighed, noting the tightness around his shoulders and the way his pants threatened to split with every movement. -- The metro ride to work was an exercise in contortion. Vikram had to squat to fit in the metro car, drawing curious glances from the other passengers. "You good, Vik?" Harminder asked, trying to hide his concern behind a casual tone. "Yeah, just perfect," Vikram replied dryly, his knees up to his chin. Exiting the metro, the brothers faced a daunting flight of stairs. "Escalator's out of the question," Vikram noted, eyeing the fragile-looking steps. As they ascended, Vikram's giant strides left Harminder trailing behind. Vikram's muscular ass strained against his snug dress pants as he ascended the stairs with purposeful steps. Each powerful movement sent ripples of strength through his whole body, showcasing the sheer force contained within his imposing frame. His pants groaned with protest, the seams on the brink of surrendering to his burgeoning muscles. "Hey, wait up!" Harminder called out, panting. Halfway up, a ripping sound stopped them both. Harminder couldn't help but laugh. "Nice pants, Vik. Very... airy." Vikram's cheeks flushed a shade of red that matched his tie. "Guess I'm really going shopping today," he said, trying to cover the tear with his jacket. Despite the mishaps, Vikram's spirits remained high. He was a giant in a small world, but he was learning to navigate it—one giant stride at a time. Vikram's heart skipped a beat as he realized that today was the day he would update Rebecca Lawson, the senior partner at the firm, on the Accelercola case. Rebecca was not just an amazing lawyer, known for her sharp intellect and courtroom prowess, but also an incredible mentor who guided her associates with a firm yet nurturing hand. With a deep breath, Vikram squeezed through the doorway of Rebecca's office, his massive frame barely fitting. The sight of him caused Rebecca to drop her pen, her usual composure slipping into a flustered silence. "Good morning, Rebecca," Vikram boomed, trying to ease the tension with a chuckle and an impromptu pec bounce. Rebecca blinked, then regained her professional demeanor. "Vikram, please, have a seat," she gestured towards a sturdy, reinforced chair. As she reviewed Vikram's update on the case, her initial shock gave way to admiration. "Excellent work, Vikram. This is thorough and insightful," she praised, her eyes scanning the documents. Standing to leave, Vikram felt the chair cling to his legs, his muscles having molded around the frame. With a twist, the chair gave way, crashing to the floor. "Oh dear," Rebecca exclaimed, jumping at the sound. "It's okay, nothing's broken... except the chair, maybe," Vikram said, a sheepish grin on his face. He made his way back to his own office, the corridors feeling narrower with each step. Without thinking, he plopped down into his chair, which splintered under his weight. As he landed on the floor with a loud curse, laughter echoed from the nearby cubicles. "Guess I'll be standing until we find something a bit more... Vik-proof," he joked, rubbing his behind and joining in the laughter. The day at the office had just begun, and it was already proving to be an eventful one for Vikram, the gentle giant. -- The office corridors seemed to shrink as Vikram made his way through them, his head and shoulders towering above the cubicle partitions. Whispers followed him like a shadow, but none were as piercing as the silence that fell when he turned the corner and stood face-to-face with Ryan Godfrey. Ryan, once the office bully who took every chance to taunt Vikram about his stature, now craned his neck to meet Vikram's gaze. His usual smirk faltered, replaced by a flicker of disbelief. "Vik...ram?" Ryan stammered, the name catching in his throat. Vikram folded his arms across his chest, the fabric of his shirt straining against his biceps. "Ryan," he acknowledged with a nod, his deep voice resonant in the quiet hall. Ryan took a step back, his eyes darting down to Vikram's massive legs, then up again. "What happened to you?" he asked, trying to mask his unease with a laugh that came out more nervous than mocking. "Just a bit of personal growth," Vikram replied, the double entendre not lost on either of them. Ryan stood up, his chair rolling back with a squeak. He took a cautious step forward, craning his neck to meet Vikram's gaze. "I'll say," he muttered, his attempt at nonchalance falling flat. Vikram leaned in slightly, enjoying the moment. "You know, Ryan, I always believed what goes around comes around. Seems like it's my turn to be the big man on campus." Ryan swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing. "Yeah, well... just don't let it get to your head," he said, the words rushed. Vikram straightened up, his chuckle echoing off the walls. "Don't worry, I’ll let it get to both of them,” Vik sneered as he lewdly squeezed his gigantic manhood. “I'm still the same Vikram. Just a little harder to overlook." Vikram leaned against a nearby desk, which groaned under his weight. "You know, Ryan, I always appreciated your... 'feedback' on my stature. Gave me something to aspire to," he said, the irony not lost on the onlookers. Vikram straightened up, his head nearly touching the ceiling tiles. "Thanks, Ryan. I'll be sure to reach out if I need any 'tall' advice," he quipped, turning to walk away. With a final pat on Ryan's shoulder that nearly sent him stumbling, Vikram continued down the corridor, leaving a stunned Ryan in his wake. The whispers resumed, this time with a note of respect for the gentle giant who walked among them. Vikram hunched over his desk, the surface barely reaching his knees as he pored over the files of the Accelercola case. His fingers, each the size of a marker pen, flipped through pages with surprising delicacy. A line in the financial report caught his eye, and his heart raced. "This is it," he whispered, "the missing link." With a surge of excitement, he pushed himself up, his knees protesting from the prolonged strain. He made his way to Harminder's office, his broad shoulders brushing against the door frame as he entered. "Harmin, you've got to see this," Vikram said, his voice booming with enthusiasm. Harminder looked up, raising an eyebrow. "What's got you all worked up?" Vikram laid the report on Harminder's desk, pointing to the figures that danced before their eyes. "Right here. The numbers don't add up. It's the evidence we need to crack the case wide open." Harminder leaned in, his eyes scanning the document. "Hold on, big guy. Let's play devil's advocate here. How do you plan to present this without it getting torn apart in court?" Vikram nodded, appreciating the challenge. "I thought you might say that. I think if we can corroborate these figures with the testimonies we have..." Harminder interrupted, "Testimonies can be subjective. You need hard evidence, something irrefutable." Vikram's brow furrowed in thought. "You're right. I'll dig deeper, find the paper trail." Satisfied, Harminder stood up, and Vikram, unable to contain his gratitude, wrapped his massive arms around him in a bear hug that lifted Harminder off his feet. "Easy, Vik! I need to breathe," Harminder gasped, though a smile crept onto his face. Vikram set him down, chuckling. "Sorry, I'm just... thanks, Harmin." Later, as the office began to empty, Vikram spotted Rebecca Lawson packing up her briefcase. He rushed over, his long strides closing the distance in seconds. "Rebecca, wait! I've made a breakthrough on the Accelercola case," he announced, barely containing his glee. Rebecca turned, her eyes widening at Vikram's towering form. "A breakthrough? Show me." Vikram explained his discovery, his words tumbling out in a torrent of legal jargon and excitement. Rebecca listened intently, nodding along. "This is excellent work, Vikram. Truly impressive," she said, her praise sending waves of pride through him. As she left, Vikram couldn't help himself. He jumped, a move that shook the floor, his head dislodging a few ceiling tiles. "Yes!" he exclaimed, the compliment from the esteemed Rebecca Lawson worth more than any victory dance. -- Vikram's victory at work was not just a win for his career, but also a personal triumph. Eager to celebrate, he changed into his workout clothes, the fabric stretching over his muscles like a second skin. He headed to the gym, where the clanking of weights and the scent of determination filled the air. Marcus was already there, warming up with a set of dumbbells that looked like mere pebbles to Vik. "Ready to crush some arms?" Marcus called out, spotting Vikram's reflection in the mirror. "You know it," Vikram replied, his voice booming across the gym. The two friends bumped fists and dove into their workout, pushing each other to the limit. The sound of heavy weights hitting the floor punctuated their intense routine. Between sets, they reminisced about their pasts, which once ran parallel in their ordinariness. "You were just an average Joe like me, huh?" Marcus said, wiping sweat from his brow. Vikram nodded, curling a barbell that seemed to bend with each lift. "Yeah, but I always had this fascination with bodybuilding. My brothers were into it, and I guess it rubbed off on me." Marcus laughed, "Well, now you're living the dream, man. You're like a superhero straight out of a comic book." The workout left them both exhausted and exhilarated. As they headed to the locker room, the atmosphere was one of camaraderie and mutual respect. They changed out of their drenched clothes, the locker room echoing with the sound of lockers slamming shut and the murmur of post-workout conversations. Vikram approached the showers, the tiled floor cool under his bare feet. He paused at the entrance, the steam wafting out like a curtain hiding the stage of his next scene. "See you on the other side, bro," Marcus said, clapping Vikram on the shoulder. “I’m gonna wash up at home today.” Vikram grinned, "You bet." With that, he stepped into the steam, his massive silhouette disappearing from view as the sound of cascading water filled the room, his muscles still thrumming with energy. The steam from the hot water filled the room, creating a misty veil that seemed to dance around him. He stepped into the shower stall, the cool tiles a stark contrast to his heated skin. The giant communal shower room, with rain-fall showers and a 15 foot ceiling allowed Vik the only place where he could stand and shower in peace. The water cascaded over his colossal form, each drop tracing the contours of his well-defined muscles. Vikram tilted his head back, letting the stream wash over his face, the droplets mingling with the sweat that beaded on his forehead. He closed his eyes, savoring the sensation of the water sluicing down his body, taking with it the fatigue of the workout. His arms, massive and veined, moved with a grace that belied their size as he lathered up, the soap suds sliding over his biceps and trickling down his abs. He moved his giant soapy hands to his phallus, the muscles in his forearms flexing with the action. A low groan escaped his lips as he felt the warm water and lather work their magic, heightening his senses and sending shivers of pleasure through his body. His already elephantine dick grew in stature, stretching out and throbbing under the soothing stream. His fingers sank into the soap, producing a thick lather, which he used to massage every inch of his swelling member. The sensation was indescribable, a mixture of pleasure and pain intermingling to create an experience that was both erotic and primal. As the water continued to cascade over him, Vikram's penis grew larger and more prominent, reaching a stage where it seemed to defy the laws of nature. He continued stroking until his low moans shook the tile walls, his arousal reaching a fever pitch. The water cascaded over his orgasmic peak, mingling with the rivulets of semen that spilled forth, creating a symphony of sound and sensation. Load after load of semen spilled from his massive member, each one more powerful than the last. The force of it was so great that it seemed to knock the air from his lungs, leaving him gasping and panting for breath. As the last of his semen dripped from his throbbing member, Vikram let out a long, satisfied sigh. The waves of pleasure subsided, Vikram exhaled sharply, his massive chest rising and falling with his breath. The sound of the water echoed in the tiled room, a rhythmic backdrop to his deep, steady breathing. Vikram ran his hands through his hair, the strands slicking back under the weight of the water. He flexed his muscles instinctively, watching as the water beaded and rolled off, catching the light in a shimmering display. It was moments like these that he appreciated the full extent of his transformation, the power and the presence he now commanded. As he rinsed off, Vikram felt a sense of renewal, the water not just cleansing his body but also rejuvenating his spirit. He shook his head, droplets flying off like a dog after a swim, and gave a contented sigh. The shower had always been a place of reflection and solitude, and now it was a place where he could truly stretch out and relax. The water cascaded down in a soothing torrent, enveloping Vikram in a warm embrace as he stood in the expansive shower stall. The steam rose around him, a gentle fog that seemed to cocoon him away from the world outside. He closed his eyes, letting the heat seep into his muscles, still tingling from the day's exertions. As the water traced the contours of his body, Vikram reflected on the journey that had brought him to this moment. He thought of the days when he felt overlooked, his presence barely registering in the crowded spaces of life. Now, he filled every room he entered, his size a testament to a transformation that was as much internal as it was external. He pondered the irony of how he used to strive to stand out, to be seen, and now he yearned at times for the anonymity he once had. Yet, he couldn't deny the surge of pride that swelled within him when he caught his reflection—a man who had grown beyond the bounds of an ordinary life. Vikram's thoughts drifted to his family, to the brothers who had instilled in him a love for bodybuilding, a passion that now shaped his daily routine. He smiled as he remembered their reactions, a mix of astonishment and joy, at his newfound stature. They had adapted, just as he had, finding new ways to connect and support each other. His mind turned to his work, to the Accelercola case that had consumed so much of his time and energy. The breakthrough he had achieved was a victory not just for his career but for his confidence. He had proven to himself and to everyone else that he was more than just his physical appearance—that his mind was as sharp as ever. Vikram considered his colleagues, the bonds that had been tested and strengthened in the wake of his change. He thought of Marcus, his workout partner, and Rebecca, his mentor, grateful for their acceptance and encouragement. Their reactions had ranged from shock to admiration, but through it all, they had treated him with respect. The water continued to pour over him, and Vikram let out a deep breath, releasing the tension he hadn't realized he was holding. He acknowledged the challenges that lay ahead, the adjustments that would have to be made, and the patience required to navigate a world that seemed to shrink in comparison to him. But as he stood there, the sound of the water a constant hum in his ears, Vikram felt a sense of peace. He had grown in stature, but he had also grown in spirit. He was still the same man, with the same heart, the same dreams. His size might have changed, but his essence remained. With a final rinse, Vikram turned off the shower, the droplets slowing to a stop. Vikram reached for a towel, which now seemed more like a hand towel against his expansive chest. He patted himself dry, the fabric absorbing the moisture from his skin. With one last glance in the mirror, he admired the figure that stared back at him—a man who had grown in more ways than one.

CHAPTER SIX: GROCERIES & GAINS The grocery store's automatic doors slid open, but not quickly enough for Vikram's massive frame. He ducked and sidestepped, narrowly avoiding a collision that would have sent glass and metal flying. Inside, the fluorescent lights illuminated his path as he towered over the aisles, his broad shoulders nearly brushing both sides. "Okay, Vik, just a quick in and out," he murmured to himself, reaching for a shopping cart. To him, it felt like a child's toy, the handle sitting comfortably in one hand. He began to fill it, each item disappearing into the cart as if into a magician's hat. "Vikram? Is that you?" The familiar voice belonged to Evan, the barista with a knack for cooking. He craned his neck upwards, his eyes wide with amazement. "Hey, Evan! Yeah, it's me," Vikram boomed, a smile spreading across his face. "Just picking up a few things." Evan chuckled, "A few things? Looks like you're stocking up for an army!" Vikram's laugh rumbled through the store. "Feels like it. I'm eating like a horse these days." As they walked the aisles, Evan suggested recipes and ingredients, his culinary expertise guiding Vikram's choices. "You'll want to get plenty of protein, and don't skimp on the veggies," Evan advised, pointing to the leafy greens. At the checkout, the total climbed higher and higher, the numbers on the register a stark reminder of Vikram's new needs. His wallet felt significantly lighter as he handed over his card, the amount making him wince. "Guess I'll be living on more than just a budget," he said, half-joking. Evan, ever the friend, offered a solution. "I've got my pick-up outside. Let's get you and your mountain of groceries home." The ride back was a spectacle, with Vikram seated in the back of the truck, his head visible over the cab. Children waved, and drivers honed their horns, while Evan navigated the streets with a grin. As they pulled up to the house, Vikram thanked Evan, his voice carrying easily from the truck bed. "Couldn't have done it without you, man." Evan waved off the thanks. "Anytime, Vik. Just maybe order online next time, huh?" With a wave, Evan drove off, leaving Vikram to ponder the logistics of his new life. One thing was certain: grocery shopping would never be the same again. -- The gym, Iron Palisade, housed in an old aircraft hangar, was one of the few places where Vikram could stand tall without fear of hitting his head. The vast space, with its high ceilings and wide-open area, was a perfect fit for his giant stature. "Man, this place is perfect for you," Marcus remarked, his eyes scanning the expanse of the hangar-turned-gym. Vikram grinned, "Yeah, it's not every day you find a gym where you can actually fit in." They approached the leg press machine, and Vikram gave it a skeptical look. The seat and weight sled seemed almost comically small compared to his massive frame. With some maneuvering, he managed to position himself, but his knees were up to his ears as he pressed the weights. Marcus couldn't help but comment, "You make that machine look like it's made for ants!" Vikram laughed, the sound echoing off the metal walls. "Feels like it too. But hey, a workout's a workout." As they moved through their leg day routine, Marcus was visibly impressed by Vikram's sheer size and strength. "Dude, your quads are the size of my chest," he said, shaking his head in disbelief. Vikram's legs powered through squats, lunges, and deadlifts, each muscle standing out in sharp relief. His calves were like sculpted boulders, and with every flex, the striations were more pronounced. After the intense workout, both men were drenched in sweat, their breaths heavy with exertion. "Good session, man," Vikram panted, giving Marcus a gentle slap on the back that nearly sent him stumbling. In the locker room, the contrast between them was even more evident. Vikram's tighty-whiteys clung to his hips, outlining the muscles that rippled with every movement. Marcus, though fit and muscular himself, looked almost ordinary next to the giant. "Next time, we're doing arms. I want to see if you can make the dumbbells look like toothpicks too," Marcus joked, wiping the sweat from his brow. Vikram chuckled, "Challenge accepted. But for now, let's just try to survive the rest of the day." The gym's showers were a sanctuary for Vikram, the one place where he could truly revel in the sensation of water cascading over his colossal form. The spacious shower room accommodated his size, allowing him to stretch out his arms and let the warm streams soothe his muscles. "Ah, this is the life," Vikram sighed contentedly, tilting his head back into the spray. Marcus, standing a few shower heads over, called out, "Enjoying the little things, huh?" "You have no idea," Vikram replied, his voice echoing off the tiled walls. "It's the first shower I've had since... well, you know, where I don't have to bend double." Marcus chuckled, "I can only imagine." After a few moments of blissful silence, Vikram stepped out of the shower, droplets of water glistening on his skin like diamonds. He caught Marcus's eye and struck a classic bodybuilder's pose, his muscles rippling under the lighting. "Check this out, Marcus. What do you think?" Vikram boomed, transitioning from one pose to another, showcasing his physique. Marcus whistled appreciatively. "Man, you're like a statue come to life. Incredible!" Vikram laughed, flexing his biceps and then spreading his lats. "Feels good to move without knocking something over." Drying off was another story. The towels, standard-sized for anyone else, were woefully inadequate for Vikram's massive body. He dabbed at himself with what might as well have been a handkerchief, the fabric comically small against his skin. "Need a little help there?" Marcus joked, tossing him another towel. Vikram caught it and smiled. "Might need a few more of these." Together, they managed to get Vikram reasonably dry, though it took nearly the entire stack of towels. "Next time, I'm bringing a beach towel. Or maybe a bedsheet," Vikram said, chuckling at the thought. As they left the locker room, the camaraderie between them was palpable—a bond forged through shared experiences and the unique challenges of Vikram's new life.

After my mom passed away, I had been raised in foster care. I didn’t remember my father too much because he was a drug addict, young, and didn’t support us at all. When my mother passed, my father decided he was unfit to take care of me and put me in foster care. I was 7 or 8 then. On my 18th birthday, the foster home threw me a huge party. Usually we have to leave the home when we turn 18, but I have built up a great relationship with my foster family, and they allowed me to stay for a couple more weeks until I got situated. When the crowd cleared, they pulled me into the dining room “Hey Bryan, we have a little surprise for you.” Already I was a little apprehensive because I wasn’t expecting a huge gift. They didn’t have much money. “What is it?” “Well, we know we said you could stay here as long as you like, but your father actually contacted us and he would like to take you home with him.” I was already furious. I don’t remember my father much, but I resented him for what he did to me. Having a dead beat dad may have been better than having no father at all. “I don’t want to see him!” I yelled. “He’s changed.” my foster mother said “I’d say” my foster dad smirked. “Jim stop. Bryan, he says he’s sorry and wants to make it up to you. Actually he’s in the living room now waiting for you. He asked us to soften the blow by telling you this beforehand” They could tell I was already upset, but I knew I am asking a lot by staying in the home, so I went down with them to the living room. When I reached the entry way, my jaw dropped. There was my dad, and he was enormous. He was still tall like I remember, but he was nowhere near the skinny drugged out dead beat I recalled. My dad had muscle on top of muscle. Huge boulder shoulder capped a wide frame. Arms that peaked, pushing his shirt sleeve to the max. Thick cords of veins pushing through the fabric. I traced his forearms with my eyes and then back up again to his shelf pecs that bunched together with each exhale. I could see 8 perfectly defined abs THROUGH his shirt tapering to a tiny waist that then exploded outwards as his quads completed the display. “Hey son” he said sheepishly “Hhhhhhey dad” He walked over to me and put his mammoth arms around me in a hug. “I’m so sorry for not being there for you. I wasn’t ready to be a father that you deserved, but that’s all going to change now. I am here for you for whatever you need. He smiled as he saw a tear form in my eyes. We drove to his house where he set up a room for me in the basement. It wasn’t fully done as there were still some old oil drums and tools that were strewn about the place. “I know it isn’t much, but I will fix it up for you in no time.” I couldn’t help myself “Dad, you are so big!” He gave me a smile then walked over to me and got down on one knee. He grabbed my hand then flexed his bicep right in front of me. A huge mountain formed, snaked in thick veins that spiraled all the way up to his manly hands. He then guided my hand over the peak, until I squeezed, unable to make a dent. “No son, I am fucking massive.” My bulge started to grow right there in front of him. I was so embarrassed as my dad looked down and smiled. “Don’t worry. You see son, I know I haven’t been a good father to you, but that’s all going to change. Over the last couple years, I have been watching you without you knowing. I know what you like, what you don’t like. I know you love muscle from the magazines I saw in your room when I broke into the foster house a couple years ago. I have honed myself to be everything you’ve ever dreamed about. I swallowed hard as he continued. “I also know that you are gay son. I know that you have always liked men, especially men with muscle. And I know that you have been bullied for it. You will find someone that accepts you for who you are, but until then, you can feast your eyes on me whenever you want.” He then looked at his bicep and flexed hard bringing the sleeve of the to almost to the breaking point. He then turned his wrist inwards as we heard a loud TEAR exposing the shredded split peak. He then brought his arm to his mouth and started licking and sucking it putting his hand behind his head as he moaned. He then looked me again and smiled. “Bryan, I will be everything you ever wanted in a dad and more. Nothing is off limits…you ask and you shall receive.” ———————————————— I could barely sleep. I couldn’t believe what happened. My dad, who I haven’t seen in years, just shows up to take care of me. AND…he’s a flawless man of my dreams. Fuck, the way he slobbered over that bicep made my dick so hard. It’s 9AM and I can already hear him in the kitchen. I had to run down. He was there in a skin tight t-shirt, cut off shorts already smelling fresh and clean at the table. “Breakfast is served” he said. The table looked like a banquet. I finished eating as I continued to eye fuck my dad. “So tell me about Dylan” he said. “Dylan? How could you know about Dylan?” Dylan was an asshole. Wrestling jock at my school that found me checking out dudes in a muscle magazine and hasn’t let me forget it since. He makes fun of me every chance he gets for being gay. I could see my dad smile as I recalled the horror. At that moment, we heard the doorbell ring. “I hope you don’t mind” my dad said with a little chuckle. My dad went in the other room, and I heard him open the door. “Dylan! Thanks for coming over to help me clean out the basement.” “No problem sir, although it doesn’t look like you need much help.” He said “Nonsense” as they walked down to the basement. I could still hear them talking. “Looks like you got a body on you too. Let me see them abs!” I stepped down a couple steps into the basement to peer through the railing at the scene. Dylan lifted his shirt to my dad. “Haha cute.” My dad said. “Hey Bryan! Get down here.!” I started to walk down and Dylan saw me and gave me a look. “Hey what’s going on here!” He said as he dropped his shirt down. “Oh, I see you two know each other. No bother. Hey Bryan, Dylan here thinks he has some abs. Which do you think are better?” He lifts up the front of Dylan’s shirt to show his abs again. “This pathetic flat six pack? Or this?” He said as he slowly lifted up the front of his shirt exposing deep row after row of sculpted ab bricks. He then exhaled deeply carving out 8 flawless slabs shrinking to an almost nonexistent waist. He pinches his thin skin as he turned to Dylan and said, “Shredded” I then said under my breath, “oh fuck” My dad laughed a little “that’s what I thought. You see Dylan, my boy here says you have been nagging him for being gay. Well, you are going to show him you are a much bigger cock sucker than he is.” He then grabbed Dylan’s shoulder and brought his face right up to his and commanded “Blow me.” “Wwwwhat? Nnnnno” Dylan said shaking. “Dylan, it wasn’t a choice.” My dad then walked up to the oil drum on the ground and wrapped his arms around it, hoisting it up so his back was to us. Then slowly I could see the muscles in his shoulders and back ripple as the shirt began to tear down his lats exposing his thick back. Cords of veins across paper thin skin as we started to hear metal SCREAMING. Then a loud crash as the metal drum fell to the ground, caved in the middle. My dad turned around and pulled his tattered clothes off of him. His body more ripped and defined than any bodybuilder on stage. My dad walked to the couch and sat down telling me to sit next to him. I did as he said as he put his arm around my shoulders and tussled my hair. He looked down and saw my bulge and said “I see you got some of my genes in the size department.” He paused a little and repeated “Some” He reached down to his shorts and tore off the elastic as well as his jock and out flopped the most massive soft dick I have ever seen. Even soft, it was bigger than mine and covered in veins both thick and small. It hung down like a thick pendulum. He looked back at Dylan. “See that oil drum? The same thing is going to happen to your chest unless you blow the FUCK out of this cock” Dylan started shaking as he ran over between my dad’s legs and started to engulf his dick. My dad looked at me as he moaned, biting his lip. He put his hand on the back of Dylans head and said to me “listen to his jaw stretch Bryan” as his dick expanded his jaw. Dylan tried to pull away but my dad’s hand was too strong. “Stream it son.” I reached into Dylan’s pocket and grabbed his phone and opened Facebook to live stream it on his page. My dad worked his cock into Dylan’s mouth usied his head to move him back and forth. My dad played a part in the background saying things like “yeah that’s it” and “you’re so good to daddy” and then it happened… My dad ROARED as he unleashed a torrent of cum down Dylan’s throat . Orgasming for like 30 seconds pump after pump until it started coming out his nose and the sides of his mouth until finally my dad said “Aww you did so much better than last time.” I cut the feed and then my dad pulled out with a wet THWOP…cum still leaking out of his dick like a faucet until a puddle formed. Dylan coughed up cum that got into his lungs, gasping for breath, My dad reached down and picked up Dylan by the collar and lifted him up, feet dangling. “If I ever hear you tease my boy again, this will be like a walk in the park. Now get the FUCK out. Dylan grabbed his things and ran out faster than I have ever seen him move. My dad sat next to me and puts his arm around me. “I don’t think he will be making fun of you anytime soon Bryan.” I reached my arms around my dad and hugged him tightly. I could actually feel him smile

Chapter Three Sam never intended to let the steroids do the work for him. Instead, he used them as a tool to push him to new heights of muscle growth. Sam knew cycling steroids this early in his journey wasn’t the wisest decision, he was barely 170lbs when he started and had only been working out for just over a month. However, this decision didn’t phase Sam, something had shifted. He no longer looked at the massive bodybuilders he followed online with envy, he saw them now as goals he needed to surpass. One month into his first cycle and Sam barely recognized his life. He had boxed up his video games and there wasn’t any junk food in his apartment, those shelfs had been stocked with every supplement he could get his hands on. When Sam wasn’t at work, eating or sleeping, he was at Brutus. He had augmented Max’s original workouts with more advanced exercises he discovered online and his strength was increasing dramatically. The most shocking changes were taking place on Sam’s body. Growing up as a skinny kid, Sam always assumed that was his lot in life. Even when he finally started workout out, there was a part of him that feared he would to stay skinny. Once Sam made the decision to truly dedicate himself, the changes were nothing short of shocking. Sam was quickly becoming a muscle generating machine. Sam was at work, walking one of the endless aisles of materials when he heard someone curse behind him. He turned to see another employee staring at the shelf. “What’s up?” Sam asked. “Fucking box is bigger than I thought. I need to go get a trolley.” Sam approached and saw the box in question. It was pretty large and the label said it weighed 50lbs. Without hesitating, Sam pulled the box off the shelf, easing cradling it in his arms. The other employee took a step back with wide eyes. “Damn kid don’t hurt yourself.” “It’s not a problem.” Sam said, secretly relishing the feeling of his arms stretching the fabric of the regulation polo he was wearing under his bright safety vest. “Shit, I need two boxes.” The guy said, checking the order form. “If you can pull it down, stack it on top of this one.” Sam said showing no signs of a struggle. “Dude! Don’t be a hero, I’ll get a trolley.” “NO NEED.” Sam said sternly. “I got this.” The guy looked cautious but pulled the box off the shelf. He looked a little scared as he placed the box on top of the other, loading Sam up with 100lbs of material. Sam let out a little huff but maintained his balance. His already strained arms started to burn but as they swelled bigger, Sam became more confident. “See, easy. Where are we taking these?” The guy could only point. Sam started to move. Each step causing his arms to get even more pumped along with his quads supporting the extra weight. It took him just over a minute to make it to the nearest counter where he placed the boxes down as delicately as possible. He let his arms fall to his sides where the other employee just stared in disbelief. “Fuck me! Look at the size of those pipes.” Sam looked down and even he was surprised at what he saw. His arms looked pumped to twice their former size. “You got a problem there kid.” The guy said pointing at Sam’s right sleeve that had practically disintegrated at the seam, exposing his entire bicep and the lower part of his shoulder. Sam was soaring from the feeling of carrying the two heavy boxes. He reached across his body and pulled hard on the torn sleeve, ripping it off entirely. He repeated the same motion on his left sleeve. He left the guy speechless as he walked away with his pumped arm on display. His boss saw the state of his shirt later in the day but instead of berating Sam, he seemed impressed by his confidence and only smiled as Sam walked by, arm exposed and still pulsing with new power and size. Sam rushed to the gym after his shift. He still wore his oversized sweats but noticed they were beginning to feel tighter around his shoulders, chest and especially his quads. It was leg day and Sam was intent on punishing himself to the brink of collapse. Two hours later, Sam could barely walk and needed to use the surrounding equipment to keep himself upright as he slowly made his way to the locker room. Sam struggled to remove his sweat soaked clothes before stepping on the scale wearing just his boxer briefs. He let out a loud gasp when the dial displayed 181lbs. “Holy shit!” Sam said in utter disbelief. It had only been a month since starting steroids and he had packed on 15lbs of new muscle. Sam looked at his reflection in the mirror to see that every pound he’d gained was hard, lean mass. He instantly got lost in the development he saw. His shoulders were perfectly round with striations and veins snaking across the surface. His arms visibly pulsed with power and his pecs looked hard as rocks jutting from his upper body. Sam clasped his hands at his waist and let out a moan as every muscle flexed, harder and more vascular than he ever thought he would be. Sam raised his arms into a double bicep pose and marvelled as his lats spread out wide from either side, each with their own veins beginning to appear. He shifted his eyes to his arms and felt his cock swell as he compared them to the size of his head, imagining the day they would be far larger. Sam took a step back and surveyed his painfully pumped quads and calves. They were so bloated and full of blood, he could barely see the different muscle groups. As he struggled to flex his quads, he became entranced by their impressive size, they looked like the thighs of a track cyclist. Sam pivoted and flexed his hamstrings as hard as he could. Through the intense pain he saw his endless hours of posing at home was paying off, his muscle control was exceptional. As his hard, round hamstrings flexed, he noticed his calves doing the same. He released the pose and twisted his left foot so his calf ballooned from either side of his shin. From his vantage point, Sam’s calf looked like it was forged from steel. Breaking himself away from his reflection, Sam noticed his cock was fully hard to the point of becoming painful. He rushed to the nearest shower stall, turned on the hot water and barely touched himself before a massive load of cum sprayed on the opposite wall. The sensation was so intense, Sam couldn’t hold back a loud, almost primal growl as he reached peak orgasm. As Sam turned off the water, he heard what he thought was a locker door being slammed shut but as he existed the shower, holding a towel over his still hard cock, the locker room was empty. Sam dressed quickly as the sound of growling stomach signalled it was time to eat again. Finishing his third plate of food, Sam decided to do something he had never done. He opened his phone and reached for Ben’s profile. He had deleted him after Ben dumped him but something made Sam want to look. As the profile loaded, butterflies began to flutter in Sam’s stomach. The top pinned post were from the bodybuilding show Ben entered. Sam hovered for a minute, reliving how amazing it was to see Ben compete. He scrolled down and was shocked at what he saw. It had barely been two months since Ben left and during that time it was clear Ben had been hard at work. Gone was his ripped, contest-ready body. In its place was a full fledged bodybuilder. Reading the caption of a recent post revealed Ben had reach 210lbs. While not ripped, the added mass looked incredible. Post after post showed Ben transforming from a ripped classic physique competitor into a round, full, offseason bodybuilder. Sam stopped on a post that only showed a poster for a bodybuilding show. It was set to take place in three months. Ben’s caption stated that he not only planned to compete, he was determined to win the classic category. Sam was mortified to notice his cock had stiffened as he viewed Ben’s pictures. He tossed his phone aside and stood up. “Fuck! He looks fucking big. FUCK!” Sam yelled and stomped around his living room. He stopped at the floor length mirror and looked at his boxer clad body. He sucked in his stomach and raised his arms into a perfect classic physique double bicep pose. While not nearly the size of Ben, Sam had to admit he looked like a proper bodybuilder. From over his shoulder, he glanced at the pile of fresh steroids that had been delivered a few days prior. He relaxed the pose and quickly filled a number of vials. This was a new product that was advertised to be barely legal in its potency. Without hesitation, Sam drove the vials into his dense shoulder muscle, eliciting a low, pleasurable moan. Tossing the empty needles aside, Sam reached for his phone again and with some searching, discovered Max’s social media profile. While private, he was able to send him a direct message. Sam had not laid eyes on Max in a month but he typed the message nonetheless. “Max. It’s Sam, from Brutus. I need your help. Are you free to meet tonight?” Sam typed, following up with his address. Within a minute, Sam saw Max’s reply. “I can be there in an hour.” Sam was pacing his apartment when Max buzzed. Sam quickly threw on a pair of shorts and t-shirt, he contemplated a hoodie but decided against it at the last moment. He had just pulled the t-shirt on when he heard the knock at the door. “WOAH!” Was the first thing Max yelled when the door opened. Having never seen Sam in anything other than baggy sweats, he could clearly see the changes in Sam’s body over the last month. “Come in.” Sam said and stood aside to allow Max’s imposing mass to squeeze by. Max never took his eyes off Sam as he entered the apartment. “Sam! I can’t believe what I am seeing. You look like a completely different person.” “Thanks Max, I guess in a way I am.” Sam said. “Thanks for coming.” “No worries. I was surprised you messaged. Is everything alright?” “More than alright actually. I need to ask you something.” Sam said as he moved towards the living room and motioned for Max to have a seat on the sofa. Sam couldn’t help notice how much of the large piece of furniture Max occupied. He also saw that Max suddenly looked a little nervous being in Sam’s home. Max surveyed the room and Sam saw him noticing the containers of supplements scattered around the room. He also saw Max linger on the boxes of steroids on the dining room table along with numerous syringes. “Sam, is that-?” “You know what it is." Max looked at Sam with worry on his face. “I know what I’m doing Max. Hell, I’ve already gained 28lbs since we meet just over two months ago.” “28lbs!” Max shouted. “How is that possible?” “By working my ass off. And I guess I’m genetically designed to get bigger.” Sam said, trying to lighten the mood. Max stood up and unzipped his huge hoodie. As it came loose, the t-shirt he wore underneath did little to hide his staggering size. “It’s suddenly really fucking hot in here.” He said, tossing the hoodie aside. “28lbs!” He repeated. “Yeah. About the same weight as one of your forearms.” Sam joked, motioning towards the gnarly mass of twisted muscle that extended past the sleeve of Max’s shirt. Max laughed. “Look, I’m in no position to lecture you, clearly, but please tell me you know what you are doing?” “I know enough Max but that’s sort of why I messaged you. I need your help. This might sound crazy but I want to enter a bodybuilding contest. It’s happening in three months and I NEED to not only compete, I need to win the classic physique category.” There was a full minute of silence as Max just starred at Sam, making him feel a little uncomfortable. Finally, Max started to shake his head and muttered, “No.” Sam felt like he had been punched in the stomach. “What!” “I’m not going to help you win the classic physique category; I’m going to help you win the open bodybuilding and the overall trophy.” Sam wasn’t sure he heard Max correctly. “Look at what you’ve accomplished in two months Sam! I would have bet money on you maybe adding 5lbs so far. You are the definition of a muscle machine. Even without the gear, I bet you would have still put on a lot of muscle. I can see how dedicated you’ve become so I’ll help.” Sam wanted to burst into tears but instead, he lunged at Max, wrapping his arm around as much of his huge body as he could. The sensation of what he felt caused Sam to jump back a few steps. “FUCK MAX!” Max suddenly looked uncomfortable. “How fucking huge are you?” Sam almost yelled. Seeing Max in just an oversized t-shirt was one thing but the sheer size and density of what was hidden underneath was something else. “It’s about time you asked.” Max said. “You know I’m 5’7” but I guess that’s all you really know. I’m 27 and this morning I tipped the scales at 335lbs.” It was Sam’s turn to be shocked into silence. He placed both hands over his mouth to stifle a scream. “I told you I wanted to be a freak Sam.” Max said and pulled up the right sleeve of his t-shirt up to reveal the largest bicep Sam had ever seen. Max slowly flexed his arm, causing a tidal wave of muscle and veins to erupt in every direction. His bicep rose higher than his shoulder while his tricep split into countless striations with equally impressive mass. The contrast between the arm and Max’s head was comical. “This is 27” right now.” “OH MY GOD!” Was all Sam could say. Max smiled but still looked uneasy. He lifted his arms and bent at the waist, beckoning Sam to pull his t-shirt over his head. Sam grabbed the fabric on Max’s back noticing the resistance his body provided. As the shirt cleared his head, Max stood up. Sam couldn’t restrain himself and audibly gagged at the sight. “Sam?” “Max! I’ve never…how can someone be so…this is fucking unreal.” He stammered as a wall of muscle unlike anything outside of his most extreme fantasies was inches from his face. Sam raised his shaking hands and placed them on Max’s pecs, registering the intense heat they generated. He also couldn’t recollect ever feeling anything so hard. He looked at Max’s face as the big man took a step away. “What is it?” Sam asked. “I’ve never done this before. With a guy.” Max said. “It’s ok Max. Show me just how fucking huge you are.” Max hesitated for a moment before moving his hands towards his astoundingly small waist. In a shocking display of muscle control, each pair of abdominals, that looked entirely devoid of fat, appeared to flex independently. Max’s massive arms slammed against his equally massive pecs causing his whole upper body to inflate towards Sam’s stunned face. “My waist is 32” and my chest is just over 67”. 27” arms and 22” forearms.” Max said, sounding like the simple flex required more effort than he made it look. “HOLY FUCK!” Sam said, unable to even blink. Max held the pose a little longer before bending forward into a classic most muscular pose. His pecs inflated so much, they cradled his chin in his stunningly deep cleavage. While his arms looked bigger than most professional bodybuilder’s legs, his shoulders and traps erupted into a twisted mass of striations and veins that appeared to encase his head. “UUUURRRRGGGGHHHH.” Max growled as he willed himself to flex even harder. “Not many people could handling see me at my biggest.” Sam could no longer remain standing. He stumbled back and fell onto the sofa, looking up at the largest creature he had even seen. Max relaxed the pose and with a flick of his wrist, untied his outrageously baggy pants. He paused, “You sure?” Sam nodded, his mouth open but no words came out. Max let the waist fall open and as the pants tumbled to the floor, Sam emitted a scream. Max squared his shoulders and flared his lats while his small waist seemed to shrink further. Under the pants he wore tight, short briefs that were pushed as far up as they could go. Max’s lower body looked like a computer generated character from a science fiction movie. In every direction and with staggering detail, muscles exploded. There wasn’t a gap from his crotch to his knees, instead, there were just slabs of pulsing muscle. Each muscle group was clearly separated from the other and triple the size they should have been. Just supporting his upper body caused each muscle to flex and pulse. Sam audibly gagged at the sight of Max’s calves. His feet were spread wide to accommodate the sheer size of his quads, but even still, they almost touched. “42” quads and 24” calves.” Max said as he stood perfectly still, betraying everything Sam thought he knew about what being a bodybuilding meant. “Y-Y-Y-You’re a F-F-F-FREAK!” Sam managed. Max looked concerned. Sam rose from the sofa and slowly approached. “I mean it! You are the freakiest, most outrageously developed person I’ve ever seen.” “It’s not too much? It is for just about everyone.” “You’re fucking right it’s too much. It’s fucking grotesque! Look at you! No one should ever look like this.” Max looked terrified and suddenly mortified. He started to bend down to pull his pants back up but Sam stepped closer and grabbed his hands, guiding him back to standing. Sam looked Max in the eyes and brought his hands around the thick cords of muscle that should have been a human neck. Sam pulled Max’s face to his and kissed him gentle on the lips. Max hesitated for a few seconds before pressing his lips harder and returned Sam’s kiss. Suddenly, all of their hands were moving, exploring and caressing. Sam pulled his shirt off and while his suddenly felt smaller than he ever had, Max was entranced with his newly developing size. “Every muscle is so fucking huge and ripped. It’s like a dream and a nightmare combined.” Sam said between kisses. “You’re the freakiest thing I’ve ever seen.” “I can’t believe how much you’ve grown Sam. I can’t wait to see you get even bigger.” Max said as his hand slide down Sam’s hard, bumpy back. “Fuck yeah. I want you to make me a freak too.” Sam said as he pulled back a bit so Max cold see his face. “I want to be bigger than you. I want you to feel small around me.” Max let Sam go and suddenly looked very serious. “Really?” “YES! It’s all I ever wanted. I don’t want to just be big. I want to be THE BIGGEST. I don’t want to be ripped, I want to be MASSIVE, PULSING PILE OF MUSCLE AND VIENS!” “Fuck. You are serious!” Max replied. As Sam lowered himself in front of Max, pulling his shorts down as he grabbed Max’s thick cock he looked up, no longer able to see Max’s face over his bulging pecs. “Tell me what I need to do to win that show.” He said as he engulfed Max’s cock. Max let out a loud, rumbling roar. Sam felt every muscle on Max’s enormous body flex as pre-cum filled his mouth.

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

First time writing a story, so apologies in advance for any formatting/pacing issues! I don't have any plans to continue the story, just had an idea I wanted to explore a bit. Hope you enjoy! _______________________________________________________________ Walking back home from the grocery store, Sam stopped at a busy intersection, waiting for the light to cross. He was lost in thought, replaying his last conversation with his boyfriend Trevor. They had been dating for 3 years and Trevor thought that their sex life had started to get boring and routine. Trevor would always make small comments about Sam’s body, saying he wished Sam was more muscular. Trevor had a thing for muscle and wanted Sam to get bigger. Sam was frustrated with the incessant nagging. He was 6’1” and had a slim build, it was hard for him to pack on any size. He had been going to the gym regularly for years, eating as much as he could, and it never seemed to do anything besides keep him trim and fit. Trevor was shorter than Sam, at 5’7” but had a more muscular build. It was easier for him, Sam thought. The same amount of muscle looked much bigger on Trevor’s smaller frame. Sam sighed thinking about it and pulled out his phone. He absentmindedly started searching again for supplements, hoping to find something that would help him pack on some size and make Trevor happy. His attention was drawn to a strange link on the search page, and he clicked on it. His phone loaded up the website which looked like it was made in the late 90’s. ‘Needing to pack on size quick? Try our new formula today!’ the website’s banner exclaimed. ‘Mega Muscle Boost, the only supplement you’ll ever need!’ He looked at some of the bullet points, ‘Add pounds of muscle instantly!’ ‘Guaranteed to work!’ ‘Helped hundreds of guys get their dream body!’ Sure, Sam thought with an eye roll. It’s probably just creatine with some vitamins mixed in to scam desperate people. He scrolled down the page and looked at the price. A tub of the stuff was only $25. Well, it’s at least a cheap scam, Sam thought. What the hell. He added it to the cart and checked out. Looking up, he noticed the light had turned green, so he stuck his phone back into his pocket and headed home. --- A few days later he got a notification that a package was delivered. Sam headed home from work excited to try out the supplement and see if it worked. When he got home, he found Trevor in the living room watching TV. “Hey, a package came for you, I put it in the kitchen.” Trevor said, not looking up from his show. Sam headed to the kitchen and found the box. Opening it up, he saw a small tub with the Mega Muscle Boost logo on it. He read the only writing he could find on the label. ‘Directions: Use included scoop, mix with beverage of choice as often as desired, and enjoy! Warning: Extremely potent, overdose may cause unwanted side effects.’ Well, that’s not very clear, Sam thought to himself. How do I know what is too much if there’s no directions! Sam opened it up and saw a small plastic scoop. He put one scoop of the powder in a glass and filled it with water. Mixing it up, he chugged the drink. As he swallowed the mixture, he noticed it didn’t have much of a taste. Sam waited for a few minutes to see if he felt anything in case he had a bad reaction to it. Nothing felt weird, so Sam started making dinner. Well, there’s $25 down the drain, he said to himself with a sigh. After a few minutes he started to feel warm. He disregarded it at first, thinking it was just the heat from the stove top. He reached for a spatula, and froze, looking down at his arm. It was bigger! He tightened his fist, watching the muscles on his forearm bunch up. He brought his arm up and flexed. His bicep peak was definitely bigger than before. This stuff really worked! He thought with an excited shock. He looked down trying to see what was happening with his body. All of his muscles were slowly getting bigger, starting to press against his clothes. Sam could feel his shirt bunching up against his biceps and pressing into his armpits as his shoulders swelled. His pecs were becoming small mounds, pushing the fabric outwards with their size. His back was widening, he could feel his arms slowly being lifted away from his sides. Already he felt more powerful, stronger. He ran his hands over his stomach, feeling a six-pack forming. Each ab muscle was solid and tight. He could feel his shorts starting to cut into his thighs. Sam looked down and flexed his legs, hearing the seams start to tear. The teardrop on his quads were becoming hard and defined, fighting to break free from the fabric. He started flexing and squeezing his muscles, feeling the strength and hardness as his body continued to swell. The power Sam was experiencing felt amazing as he ran his hands over every part of his bulging physique. His body was transforming from slender and toned into a buff gymnast build. The warmth he was feeling didn’t seem to be subsiding at all. The supplement coursing through him continued to add pounds of thick muscle. His medium sized shirt was stretched to the max, showing every ridge and bulge underneath, the threads pulling apart in places. His shorts were losing their battle as well, as his legs and butt bulged and thickened. Sam felt uncomfortable pressure in his crotch, and reaching down, realized that his underwear was stuffed to the brim with a thickening cock and a heavy set of balls to match. Sam started to get hard from the sensations of his growing muscles, his cock making the material strain even further. Gripping his hard shaft as it stretched towards his hip, he thought his dick must have grown 2 inches or more so far, and his balls were swollen to the size of mandarins. The intense sensations as he ran his hand over the thick bulge made him moan. Looking down at his body, Sam thought he must weigh at least 250 lbs. and was still growing. He flexed his swollen pecs, making them press against his chin. He did a most muscular pose and watched his shirt rip open, his massive chest and thick lats finally overtaking the fabric. Pulling the shredded shirt off, he continued to enjoy his growing body, flexing his bulging biceps, watching them expand into football sized mounds. He reached around and squeezed his glutes, the firm cheeks heavy and thick with muscle. Sam flexed his lower body as hard as he could and watched his shorts finally rip off and fall to the ground. Now he was left wearing just his underwear, a large wet spot where the massive head of his cock was pressed against his hip. Sam finally felt the warmth from the mixture leave his body and he surveyed the results. His body was massive, muscle bulging all over, thick veins covering him. He seemed to have packed on close to 100lbs of solid muscle and his cock had swollen to a thick 9”. He basked in the feeling of strength his body now possessed. Sam wondered what Trevor would think about his body now, so with a grin he walked back into the living room. Trevor was still watching the TV, so Sam cleared his throat to get his attention. Trevor glanced over and then looked back to the TV before snapping his head back to Sam. “What the fuck happened to you!?,” he said, standing up. Trevor stared at the massive man in front of him with his mouth hanging open in shock. “Am I big enough for you now?” asked Sam while flexing his arm. “Holy shit,” said Trevor, getting up without breaking eye contact, “how, what, I don’t-” Trevor walked over and put his hands on Sam's chest, feeling the rock-hard bulging muscle. “Oh my god, you look amazing, you’re so big.” “Thought you’d like it,” Sam said grinning at him. Trevor moved his hands over Sam's body, feeling his arms, abs, and moved to his legs and finally landed on his crotch. “Did this get bigger too?” he asked, squeezing the bulge. Sam flexed his pelvis causing his dick to swell and bob up and down. Trevor just gasped as he felt the thick rod pulsing in his hand. “Let’s go explore this body in the bedroom,” Sam said. As they left the living room, Trevor asked if this was as big as Sam could get. “Is this still not big enough for you?” Sam asked with some frustration. “There’s no such thing as too big.” Trevor said while keeping his hands on Sam. Sam told Trevor to go to the bedroom and get ready for him, then he stepped back into the kitchen. Still frustrated that Trevor wasn’t satisfied with the massive muscles he now had, Sam took the powder and put 2 more scoops into a glass, mixed it up and drank it down. Now we’ll see what he thinks about not being big enough, Sam thought while he walked to the bedroom, finding Trevor naked and laying on the bed with his ass in the air. Trevor turned around and looked at Sam, “I need your big cock inside of me, I want you to show me what your big muscles can do.” Sam grabbed Trevor forcefully, pulling him close. The sensation of Trevor's solid frame pressed against his own hardened muscles sent a thrill through Sam's body. As Sam pressed Trevor against his body, Sam’s newly enhanced size and strength became more apparent, and his confidence soared higher. His previously lean frame now boasted bulging biceps, sculpted abs, and thick, powerful legs. Sam tore off his pre soaked underwear, revealing his 9” hard cock, and started playing with Trevor’s ass to get him ready. He stuck one of his fingers in the tight hole, feeling Trevor tighten around it. Slowly he worked another one in, readying his lover. Feeling bold and confident, Sam reached down and cupped Trevor's hardening cock. He stroked it gently, teasing Trevor further. Trevor groaned softly, enjoying the sensation. After a few minutes, Trevor’s hole had loosed up, Sam removed his fingers and lubed up his massive dick. With a determined grin, he positioned himself at the entrance to Trevor’s hole. Sam's hands reached out to encircle Trevor's hips, holding him effortlessly and pulling him back onto his thick member. Sam's hands roamed across Trevor's firm, round ass, squeezing and kneading the supple flesh, and started pushing the thick head into Trevor. It was still so tight; Trevor’s hole was stretching trying to accommodate the large invader. Trevor kept backing into Sam while moaning, “Keep going, you’re almost in.” Finally with a slight pop, the head pushed through into Trevor’s hole. Both men gasped at the sensation. Sam paused, taking in the pleasure, his dick felt like it had the sensitivity cranked up to 11, he had never felt anything so good. Trevor felt like he was being stretched beyond anything he had felt before, and it was only the head of his lover’s fat dick so far. Sam started slowly pushing in the rest of his thick rod, while Trevor whimpered and bucked his hips with pleasure. Trevor hole was gripping Sam’s rod like it was starved and the only thing that could satisfy it was more of Sam’s cock. After a few agonizingly slow and pleasurable minutes, Sam felt his groin hit Trevor’s cheeks and saw that he had all nine thick inches inside him. Trevor had never felt so full, the length and thickness of the shaft filling his insides was driving him wild, he was like a dog in heat. Panting and moaning, grinding his ass into Sam trying to get more of it inside him. “OMG, you’re so big, I can’t even think straight,” Trevor moaned. Sam flexed his dick, making it swell inside Trevor who let out a gasp and felt like he was going to pass out from the pleasure. “Fuck me, Sam, fuck me hard with your huge cock. Show me what your muscles can do, make me your bitch,” Trevor pleaded, delirious with lust. Sam leaned forward with a growl, grabbed the back of Trevor’s head, and pushed him down onto the bed. Trevor's breath came in ragged gasps, his muscles tightening around Sam's cock. The sensation of being filled and owned was almost too much for Trevor to bear. With each thrust, Sam's sheer size and power drove Trevor insane, sending waves of pleasure coursing through his veins. "Oh, fuck," Trevor cried out, his hips bucking involuntarily. "Yes, yes, you're so big! Fuck, yes!" Sam's face flushed with excitement as he picked up the pace, watching his lover writhe beneath him. The room echoed with the sounds of their passion – grunts, groans, and moans filling the space. Trevor gripped the sheets tightly, letting out a sharp cry as Sam's cock hit just the right spot inside him. His vision blurred, and his mind spiraled as the sensations flooded his body. Sam started thrusting hard into Trevor, the exertion making Sam feel warmer and warmer. Then he realized the heat was the second dose of the supplement starting to kick in. He looked down and saw his chest expanding outwards, causing his nipples to point down with the weight of his pecs. His arms were growing thicker, his biceps resembling medicine balls packed under his veiny skin. They looked massive as he pinned his increasingly small lover to the bed. Sam’s lower half was also growing, his ass expanding almost defying gravity, the thick cheeks allowing him to add even more power to each thrust. He was having to adjust his stance, as his thighs were pressing into each other, each one almost as big around as his waist. Sam realized that he was growing taller as he saw Trevor’s ass being lifted off the bed as he fucked him. He didn't have the luxury of time to dwell on it though, as Sam pushed himself deeper into Trevor, eliciting a groan from his lover. Trevor was still lost in the pleasure of being railed by this muscle god, but started to notice his ass was being painfully stretched out even more. He groaned, “Sam, it feels like you’re about to rip me apart.” Sam looked down and saw that his dick was much thicker than it had been, and based on how far he was pulling out for each thrust, had to have grown at least another 3 or 4 inches. That meant he could be sporting a true foot long dick or even more. “You said there was no such thing as too big babe,” Sam said with a chuckle, “I just wanted to test that out.” “What?! Are you still growing?” Trevor asked. Sam felt the energy from the powder still coursing through him, growing him larger. He wondered how big he would get, and it drove him wild, causing him to thrust into Trevor even harder. Sam flexed his cock, making Trevor cry out. He watched as his smaller boyfriend tried to pull himself off of his huge rod, but Sam grabbed his waist and pushed Trevor back until he was bottomed out. “Not just yet,” Sam said, “you told me to show you what this body can do, and that’s what I’m doing.” Trevor moaned loudly as he felt his hole stretching out so much, he thought it would rip. Unable to resist Sam’s grip, Trevor felt a mixture of fear and arousal as he experienced Sam's transformation. He felt the warm, muscular embrace of Sam encapsulate him entirely, the large man’s growing hands roaming freely across his small body. Their lovemaking turned fierce, as they rode the crest of a tidal wave of unstoppable lust. Without warning, Sam grabbed Trevor under his arms, and pulled him back against his chest, lifting him off the bed. Trevor was held up in the air, with Sam’s massive pole still inside him. Sam adjusted his grip, wrapping his arms under Trevor’s legs, noticing his biceps were bigger than Trevor’s quads and still growing. Sam gritted his teeth, savoring the feeling of having Trevor impaled on his cock. The way Trevor's body reacted to him sent a wave of satisfaction coursing through his veins. Sam, feeling his lust reaching fever pitch, pounded Trevor’s hole with unyielding force. Trevor, lost in the ecstasy of what he was experiencing, was unable to resist. Sam started lifting Trevor up and down on his cock, using him as a human fleshlight, basking in the sensation that Trevor’s tight insides were giving him. Trevor started squirming, trying to get off the ever-thickening pole that was stretching him to his limit. Sam wrapped his arms around Trevor’s chest, pinning him against his massive pecs. Trevor was hopeless to fight against the brawn that held him in place, being fucked by the biggest dick in the world. Sam was lost in the feeling of being so much bigger than his minuscule partner. He barely felt Trevor’s bodyweight on his dick, and his muscles didn’t even register Trevor’s weak attempts to break free. Trevor finally gave in and started worshiping the huge muscles hugging him, licking and nuzzling Sam’s swollen biceps and thick forearms. Sam felt himself getting closer and closer to orgasm and decided to give Trevor a view of what he had become before he exploded. He quickly pulled Trevor off his meat, the fat head of his dick releasing from the tight hole with a wet pop. He threw Trevor onto the bed, turning him over so he was lying on his back. Trevor looked up at the muscle god in front of him for the first time since the second dose and his mouth fell open. It was clear that Sam's body had not stopped growing; His muscles rippled and bulged with each movement, causing Trevor to shiver with anticipation. "Fuck, Sam," Trevor groaned, his voice hoarse from earlier exertion. "You're so huge." Sam had grown immensely; he was close to 7’ tall and had to weigh over 500lbs of pure muscle. Everything about him was enormous, the bulging muscle fighting for space on his large frame. Sam flexed his biceps, causing them to swell, the peaks almost grazing his fists. He did a most muscular pose, his entire body seemed to swell larger. The lust he felt was making his dick throb and smack his chest. The hard obelisk of a cock sticking out from his groin was at least 14” long and as thick as Trevor’s forearm. Pre was pouring out of the slit, glistening down the shaft, dripping onto Trevor. Trevor gulped thinking about having this monster inside him again. Sam looked down at him with a glint in his eye, any reservations about being gentle lost in the pleasure he was feeling from overpowering his tiny lover. “Am I big enough yet?” He asked while positioning the head of his cock at Trevor’s hole. “Please,” Trevor begged. “I don’t think I can take your cock, it’s too huge. It’ll tear me in half.” Sam just chuckled. “You’re going to take all of it,” he said as his big paw grasped Trevor’s dick. “You said there was no such thing as too big, and your hard dick tells me you’re loving this.” Trevor’s eyes went wide as Sam pushed past his weak resistance and started filling him up with all 14” of cock. Sam slowly but unrelentingly continued pushing inch after inch of his thick pipe into the battered hole. Trevor’s mind was flooded with images of Sam's towering figure, his muscles swelling with power and determination. Each stroke, each thrust of Sam's enormous cock, brought new levels of pleasure that he hadn't known existed. As Trevor’s body adapted to the sensations, he took in every detail of Sam's incredible physique. Sam's eyes held a fierce intensity, his gaze fixated on Trevor as he rode the waves of pleasure. Trevor was awestruck by the sheer size of Sam's muscles, his body stretched impossibly wide as he continued to grow. Every touch of Sam's fingers, every brush of his muscles on Trevor's skin was electrifying, leaving him wanting more. As Sam's size increased, his weight began to strain the bed frame, making it clear that it wouldn't be able to contain his growth much longer. However, neither of them cared, as they were consumed by the raw, animalistic lust that filled the room. Sam leaned down and put his hand on Trevor’s chest, pinning him in place and started thrusting hard into him. He was so horny thinking about how much bigger he was, his large hand covering Trevor’s entire chest. He was in complete control of Trevor, using him for his own needs and didn’t care about anything else. Trevor, meanwhile, was experiencing a mixture of pain and ecstasy. He had never felt so full and the constant barrage on his prostate was driving him wild. At the same time, the pain from being stretched out and the long pole hammering his organs made him worried that he would be injured before the muscle beast was done with him. "Fuck me harder, Sam," Trevor pleaded, his voice cracking with desperation. "Show me what you can do." Sam growled low in his throat, his face contorted with raw sexuality. "Fuck, Trevor. I want you to take everything I can give you." Trevor nodded eagerly, his own eyes glazed over with lust. "Yes, Sam. Take me, fill me. You're so big, your cock is so thick..." Sam's eyes darkened with a mix of desire and possessiveness, and without hesitation, he obliged. Sam's hand reached between them, grasping Trevor's hard cock, pumping it in sync with his own thrusts. Trevor cried out; the sensation too intense to bear alone. He had never seen Sam act like this, he was being much more aggressive than Trevor had ever experienced and it drove him wild. Trevor moaned, arching his back, his hips pushing forward as his orgasm built, fueled by the intensity of Sam's power. The sensation of being taken by someone so impossibly large, so utterly dominant, was exhilarating. Trevor reached for Sam's huge biceps, pulling himself closer to the mountain of masculinity above him. As he did so, Sam's muscles hardened and flexed beneath his fingers, the power he radiated palpable. Soon Trevor could feel the warm feeling of an impending orgasm building in his dick. Sam was also close again, his thrusts becoming faster and more erratic. The feeling of his cock lodged deep inside Trevor was unlike anything he had ever experienced before. It wasn't just the physical sensation; it was knowing that this man was his, completely under his control. "Cum for me, Trevor," Sam urged, his deep voice echoing around the room. "Let go and let me take you all the way." Trevor, unable to contain himself any longer, allowed his body to succumb to the relentless pressure of Sam's giant cock. The sheer size of Sam engulfed him completely, leaving no part of him untouched. Trevor felt his breath hitch, his body tensing as he began to lose control. He arched his back, his eyes rolling back in his head as he released a loud, drawn-out moan. The muscles in his abdomen contracted violently, making his body tremble with the force of his impending climax. Sam, driven by the intensity of Trevor's response, pushed further into him. His massive hands wrapped around Trevor's thighs, anchoring him as he increased the pace, the rhythm of their bodies colliding in perfect syncopation. Sam felt his cock swell inside Trevor’s tight hole and with a roar he started emptying his load into Trevor. Sam had never felt anything so amazing and continued spraying load after load into the small bottom. Trevor, already feeling stuffed with the huge cock inside him, and now the building pressure of Sam’s giant load, started cumming without even touching his dick. His 6” cock was shooting out more than he ever had, but it was nothing compared to the feelings of pressure from the load being pumped inside him. Trevor’s brain was being overloaded with sensations that felt like they would never stop, and he lost consciousness. Sam continued unloading into Trevor, his orgasm feeling like it was never going to end. Finally, Sam’s orgasm subsided, and he looked down at Trevor, seeing he had passed out. He picked up Trevor’s small unconscious body, still on his dick, and collapsed back onto the bed. After their wild, passionate encounter, Trevor lay sprawled across Sam's impossibly broad chest, their combined scents mingling in the air. Sam watched Trevor resting peacefully until he felt sleepy, his eyelids drooping. Sam drifted off into a deep sleep, exhausted from their marathon session. --- Trevor woke up first a few hours later, realizing he was lying on his giant boyfriend, the heat from Sam’s body keeping him warm. He was groggy, and felt a huge pressure in his belly, and his hole still being stretched out. He realized Sam was still inside him. He wiggled around and managed to pull himself off the sleeping giant’s still hard rod. He looked down and surveyed his overgrown partner. Sam’s body was packed with muscle, his arms and chest fighting for space while his head was lifted off the bed due to the size of his back and neck muscles. His legs were giant tree trunks that were so large his giant bull balls and cock were pushed up and sat on top of the veiny quads. His calf muscles were bigger around than Trevor’s thighs now and looked like they were competing with Sam’s quads to swallow his knees. Trevor’s dick started getting hard just thinking about the huge man fucking him again and getting to touch and worship his muscles. Then he realized that Sam was so big that he could injure Trevor without even realizing it. Trevor left the sleeping hulk and went to the kitchen to look for whatever Sam had taken to grow this size. He needed to get a little bigger so he could survive another round with the muscle god. Looking around he spotted the tub of powder and grabbed it. ‘Mega Muscle Boost’ the label read, this had to be what Sam used. Opening the tub, Trevor grabbed the small scoop and put 2 scoops in a glass and filled it with water. After mixing it up, he drank down the liquid. There was barely any taste to it all. Thinking to himself that it must not be very strong. Knowing he wanted to get big enough that Sam’s size was easier to take so he could survive and enjoy getting fucked, he added 2 more scoops to the glass and drank it quickly. He waited a few minutes and started to feel warm. Looking down he saw his muscles starting to grow and his hard dick was slowly lengthening. He smiled to himself and went back to the bedroom. Sam was still passed out but had rolled over onto his stomach. His mountainous ass was pushed into the air by his hard dick being pinned underneath him. The firm cheeks were almost calling to Trevor. I’ll give him a nice wake up surprise, he thought to himself. Trevor climbed up onto the bed and positioned his small but growing cock on the huge man’s crack. Using the pre his dick was drooling to slick up the meaty slabs, he pushed his dick in between them. He soon felt the tip of his dick touch Sam’s surprisingly tight hole just before his groin hit Sam’s glutes. Looking down Trevor realized Sam’s ass was so thick that his growing cock couldn’t even penetrate him yet. He tried spreading the cheeks apart to get further in, but they were too firm even though Sam was still asleep and fully relaxed. Trevor realized he would just have to make his dick bigger. The warm feeling from the powder was still there, but he wasn’t sure if it was wearing off or not. He had packed on about 50 lbs. of muscle and a couple inches on his cock, but it wasn’t enough. He ran back to the kitchen and added 4 more scoops of powder to his glass of water and drank it. Walking back to the bedroom, he started feeling the warmth in his body increasing. Getting back into position to fuck Sam, he saw that his dick was already bigger, closer to 9”. He grasped the thick shaft and plunged it back down into Sam’s ass. Even just being sandwiched between the hard cheeks was exhilarating and the pleasure radiating from Trevor’s dick drove him wild. He reached Sam’s hole and happily saw he still had 2 or 3 inches to spare. He pushed into the tight ring and with a bit of force got his thickening head all the way in. Sam, still asleep, moaned and shifted his weight a little. His body was reacting to the pleasure his ass was experiencing. Trevor stayed still until Sam settled back and stopped moving. He wanted his lover to be surprised about his growth when he finally woke up. Trevor slowly bucked his hips, sliding in and out of Sam, the sensations making him moan softly and he closed his eyes. He was engrossed in the feeling of his thick meat being enveloped in Sam’s bulging body, and he just continued his steady rhythm. His eyes still closed; he focused on the different feelings he was experiencing. The warmth and tightness of the hole he was invading, the heat radiating off his body fueling his growth, the power of his bulging muscles growing as he ran his hands over his own torso as he continued his sensual fucking. He lost all sense of time, just enjoying the pleasure, until he was interrupted by something bumping into his head. He snapped his eyes open and looked up at what had hit him. It took a second to realize it was the ceiling of the bedroom. Looking down, he realized he had grown enormously. His body was bulging with thick muscles everywhere. He flexed his arm and a bicep the size of a large watermelon hardened into a massive peak; a vein thicker than a pen running along its length. Looking down, his massive pecs stuck out so much they blocked his view of his torso or legs. He leaned forwards and saw his cock, now thicker than a 2-liter bottle, still impaled in his boyfriend. Sam, somehow still asleep, looked small compared to the giant Trevor had become. Uh oh, Trevor thought, I may have overdone it a bit. He still felt the heat from the powder coursing through his body, his muscles continuing to expand, and he was having to crane his neck a bit to keep his head from hitting the ceiling. He wasn’t sure how big he was going to get. Might as well get Sam awake and give him a taste of his own medicine, he thought, pushing aside his uncertainty. He grabbed Sam’s waist and started aggressively pumping his huge rod into him. Sam finally started to stir, coming out of his slumber moaning in pleasure. He looked behind him and saw a massively overgrown Trevor pumping into him. “What the hell happened while I was asleep?” he asked with shock. “I found your stash, “ Trevor said with a smile, “and thought I’d take a turn.” He grabbed Sam’s shoulders and flipped him around onto his back, keeping him impaled on his thick shaft. Sam looked up and took in the sight before him. Trevor had grown so large that he had to bend down so his head didn’t hit the ceiling. Trevor’s body seemed to fill the room entirely, his colossal physique engulfing Sam like a force of nature. His powerful thrusts echoed through the room, the bed quaking beneath their combined weight. Sam glanced down at the cock pounding his insides and gasped, it was more than twice as thick as his own impressive tool. How am I even taking this giant thing, he wondered watching his stomach bulge with every thrust. He realized he could feel the fat head of it in his chest, it felt like it was hitting his rib cage. “How fucking big are you?” he asked Trevor. “No idea,” Trevor confessed, running his hands over his newly sculpted torso. “I grew while I was inside you. I think I’m still growing.” “How much of the powder did you take?” Sam asked, barely able to think, his mind consumed by pleasure. “I started with 4 scoops, it seemed kind of weak tasting and I wasn’t sure how much you had taken. So I took another 4 because it didn’t seem to do very much.” Trevor moaned, not stopping his rhythmic pounding. “I haven’t stopped growing and I still feel really hot.” “I only had 3 scoops total!” Sam exclaimed; “I have no idea how big you’re going to get!” “We’re going to find out soon enough,” Trevor said. “You need to pull out!”, Sam yelled, “I don’t know how big you are, but it feels like your cock is in my chest.” Trevor paused his pounding, and started to pull out, mostly because he was curious to see how big he was. He watched as inch after inch of thick veiny cock slid out of Sam’s hole. Finally with a bit of resistance, the fat swollen head popped out. Trevor’s hard cock swung up with a thwack and hit his chest. Even at his height, it reached past his abs almost to his chest. “Holy shit,” Sam said, “how was that whole thing inside me.” Trevor pushed it down and laid it on Sam’s torso, it reached past Sam’s nipples. “That thing must be close to three feet!” Sam exclaimed, “you’re not putting that back inside me.” He started to get up, but Trevor grabbed him and pushed him back down. “I was YOUR fuck toy earlier, and took a pounding from your fat cock, now it’s your turn.” Trevor slicked his cock up with the pre that had pooled on Sam’s stomach and pushed into Sam’s tensed ass. The muscles that before were too hard to move now easily were parted by Trevor’s rock-hard dick. He felt Sam’s hole tighten, trying to defend against the invading force of his thick head, but he pushed through it with little effort. Sam’s eyes went wide, and he gasped at the feelings of pain, pleasure, and the fullness of Trevor’s cock pushing past his hole. Quickly Sam’s prostate was smashed by the thick rod, causing waves of pleasure. Trevor continued his advance until a little over half of his cock was inside his lover. Then he grabbed Sam by the waist and lifted him up, pushing him into his chest. He turned around and sat down on the bed, so he was able to straighten up and not hit the ceiling. The weight of Sam’s body felt like nothing to Trevor as he pumped his boyfriend up and down his massive pole. Trevor's cock, now a colossal entity, slid in and out of Sam's ass with incredible force. Their hips smacked together, echoing throughout the room. Sam couldn’t do anything besides kiss and grope the massive chest in front of him. He feared how aggressive Trevor was being, but it also turned him on. He was used to being the bigger partner, and feeling small and being used was really pushing his buttons. “It’s too big,“ Sam grunted in-between moans of pleasure, “I can’t take much more, stop please.” Trevor paused his thrusting and with a glint in his eye said, “Okay I’ll stop.” He let go of Sam but didn’t pull him off his dick. Trevor smirked as gravity forced Sam to slide lower onto his cock. Sam bottomed out on the massive rod, making both men moan loudly from the intense feelings. Sam felt like Trevor’s dick was going to come out of his throat if it got much bigger. He was huge! Overpoweringly masculine. Sam gazed up at him, his eyes filled with lust and desire. Trevor's body was covered in a fine layer of sweat from their exertion, giving his skin a subtle sheen that accentuated his muscular definition. He was absolutely stunning. Trevor was feeling the heat of Sam’s body enveloping his entire shaft and it drove him crazy. Trevor looked down and saw that Sam seemed even smaller, he was still growing. Based on Sam’s size compared to his, Trevor was close to 12’ now, and had to be way over 1000lbs of muscle, maybe closer to 1500lbs. The thought of being so much larger than his formerly tall boyfriend made him even hornier. Trevor couldn't believe how much pleasure he derived from dominating Sam, the feeling of his powerful body pushing into Sam's ass made him hornier than ever. He wrapped his huge hands around Sam’s waist and stated pumping him up and down his dick, using him as a sex toy, not caring what Sam was experiencing, just focused on getting himself off. Trevor's balls tightened, drawing him closer to his release. He held onto Sam's hips, refusing to let go. Every thrust brought him closer to the edge, his body aching with desire. Trevor's eyes glinted with excitement, his breath coming in rapid bursts as his orgasm approached. His anticipation building as the sensations of Sam's tight insides gripping him pushed him closer to the edge. "Fuck!" Sam gasped; the sensation of Trevor's enormous cock still buried deep inside him made his head spin. He marveled at the strength that Trevor possessed, his once fit body transformed into a hulking figure of pure power. The feeling of being submissive to his once smaller lover only heightened the rush of adrenaline coursing through his veins. "Oh fuck, Trevor," Sam groaned, his head thrown back. "Please, don't stop." Without breaking the rhythm, Trevor whispered into Sam's ear, "You know I won't." Sam trembled with anticipation, his mind consumed by the prospect of Trevor taking him in every way imaginable. As Trevor thrust into him with increased intensity, Sam threw his head back in ecstasy. Having his prostate hammered and feeling like he was being fucked by a tree was too much, Sam started cumming uncontrollably, his big cock spewing load after load, covering them both in his hot cum. Trevor continued thrusting, feeling himself get closer and closer, his dick feeling tighter and tighter inside Sam. He reached down to grab Sam's spewing cock, squeezing it gently in his palm, before slipping his thick fingers around it. Sam cried out, overcome by the feelings flooding his body. Trevor's powerful touch was like an electric current, sending waves of arousal through Sam's core. Trevor's own climax was approaching, and he could feel his muscles tensing as he neared his peak. With one final, forceful thrust, Trevor roared, his body shuddering with the release of his own cum. Sam was still in the midst of his own orgasm, but he felt Trevor’s dick swell in him. Sam gasped, feeling the explosion of Trevor's seed deep inside him. The intensity of the sensation caused him to cry out, his eyes rolling back into his head. Trevor gripped Sam tightly, the sensation of his orgasm overwhelming him. He was using the smaller man as a condom, stretched over his huge dick, Sam was being filled to the brim with the giant's hot load. The forceful release was almost too much for the smaller man to bear, his body shaking violently under the impact. Sam felt like he was being split open, his insides clenching and throbbing in response to the unbelievable sensation. Their hearts raced, and adrenaline coursed through their veins. Both men were wrapped up in the pleasure from their never-ending orgasms, just moaning and grunting. Finally, after what felt like eternity, the intense pleasure ended. Trevor sat there panting, finally feeling the warmth from the powder subside, basking in the afterglow of the best orgasm he had ever experienced. Sam had a glazed look in his eyes, still not fully recovered from the mind shattering session. Trevor slowly pulled Sam up off his still sensitive cock, a cascade of hot cum flowing out of Sam. Trevor put Sam back on the ground, Sam shakily stood up and saw that he barely came up to Trevor’s chest even though Trevor was still sitting on the bed. Trevor leaned down and kissed Sam, feeling the size difference of their lips. Sam reached down and grabbed Trevor’s still hard cock, making him groan with pleasure. “I can’t believe this whole thing fit in me,” he said with a smile. “Are you okay for another round?” Trevor asked, feeling his balls still churning with cum. “Yeah,” Sam said, licking a glob of cum off Trevor’s dick making the giant shudder with pleasure, “but I want another go at your ass first.” “Well, I guess I’ll let you have a go then, because I’m nice,” Trevor said with a smirk, bending over on the bed. Sam got up behind him, and pointed his dick towards Trevor’s hole, “I could always take more powder,” pushing his hard dick into the large ass, “then you wouldn’t have a choice.” Trevor moaned and closed his eyes at the thought of his muscled lover growing even larger than him again. We might have to get a bigger place if we keep this up, he thought, enjoying the feeling of Sam’s cock pounding his hole as they started round two...

Chapter 3: Initiation ceremony Heaven knows how many hours had passed before Matteo regained consciousness. He was no longer in the bar, but in a dimly lit room - probably in the motel. His innards felt like they had been torn apart. His eyes hurt like hell. When he opened them, he had double vision - but at least he wasn't blind, as he had previously feared. He had to blink a few more times, which was difficult as the drying cum pasted his eyelids together like glue. After a few seconds, his eyes were finally open and he saw much more cum on his arms and hands, dried up halfway down the run, similar to little icicles hanging from a roof in winter. Someone had casually thrown his cap on a lamp next to a little coffee table. He had absolutely no explanation for why deep down he longed to wear it, or at least to have it as close to his body as possible. His shirt was torn to shreds on the floor. Probably it couldn't be fast enough for them to unpack their toy. There was quite havoc in the room and lots of even more cum everywhere …. on the walls, damaged curtains and - most of all - the bed he was lying on. Lying on? Actually, he saw himself stretched and tied to the bed with plastic cuffs… the ones which cops use for work! And then, a few meters to his right, he saw two other muscle monsters standing completely naked in the room that he hadn’t seen before. They were obviously preoccupied with themselves as they were kissing each other uninhibitedly. For Matteo it was impossible to tell where one monumental body ended and the other began. Everything merged into a huge pile of fat-free, bone-dry mountain of beef. Only the two bearded faces were clearly distinguishable from each other. Even from their back and shoulders thick white sticky semen dripped in large globs to the floor. “He wakes up!” It was the voice of one of the twins thundering across the room. Matteo saw the twin hulk … was it Ted or Alan? … naked except for his black combat military boots ... as he nimbly typed on the keyboard of his mobile phone. “Your insta password?” Oh my Gawd, Noooo! Panic swept over Matteo. Who knows what had happened to him in the meantime.... What of all that had been filmed? You didn't want to...? “PASSWORD!!” A plate-sized hand squeezed his neck from behind and pressed on his windpipe for a second … just like on a lemon used for cooking. Rattling and trembling, he gave it to them when the pressure stopped for a moment. Matteo hadn't expected the massive biker, who weighed perhaps 160 kg, to have such sophisticated fine motor skills. In a flash, his fingers scurried over the keyboard and he seemed to be uploading fifteen or twenty videos. His mouth twisted more and more into a diabolical grin. One of the naked standing bikers said “Time for a good morning breeding!” as he interrupted his kiss. He seemed to be maybe five years older than the twins. Was it really already Saturday morning? When Matteo entered the bar yesterday, it was just 6 p.m. God knows what had happened in the meantime. “What name did your fucking whore mom give you?” “My name … name … is Matteo!” “Good. For me you are cum-dump. CD. Does that sound good?” “Er … “ “DOES THAT SOUND GOOD??!!?” “Yes.” “YES, WHAT??” “Yes,... Sir!” “Cum dump, I have to compliment you. As a fucktoy you're not doing too badly. Your ass is nice and firm, better than Isabella and George ….the lousy other bartender who still can’t walk. You were sturdy enough to survive.” When he stopped talking, his piercing gaze became sharper again. Matteo couldn't interpret that behavior at first. Then he hoped that he was simply expecting gratitude for the compliment “Thank you very much,” … “Sir!”, he hastily added at the end of the sentence. Was it this gratitude that he expressed that caused the hunk to tear apart his cuffs with his bare hands in a swift move? When Matteo sat up on his cum-soaked mattress, he noticed how painful every single movement felt to him. Without thinking about it, he grabbed his cum-smeared cap from the lamp and put it on. Meanwhile, the twin bull had finished uploading the videos and walked right up to Matteo from the side. His gargantuan thighs were interfering with each other so that his body had to waddle, as you often see with professional bodybuilders. His easily 30 cm (12 inch) long mantool did as well. It pointed diagonally upwards, led forward and obviously never seemed to get completely limp. Finally he was so close that his mantool touched Matteo's cheek and pushed his head to the side. Matteo was so fixated on his action that he hadn't even noticed that another behemoth had approached him from behind in the meantime. He was one of the kissers from before and didn’t say a word so far. Actually he was probably five or six years older than the others and if he simply had shaved off his hair, he would have won every Mr. Olympia on the spot with his competition-ready body. Out of nowhere his rock-solid equally huge mantool hit him diagonally from behind on the other side of his head with the force of a baseball bat. "Haha, great hit, Tony!”, sneered Alan. “Come join us, Sergio”, said the alpha-biker with extremely brutal facial features called Tony. An incredibly massive alpha titan in the midst of his hyper-masculine muscle-bull gang. He was definitely their leader. And then, gazing downwards, he directed his deep voice back to Matteo. “Lick them, cum dump!". Without even thinking, Matteo started licking Alan’s and Tony’s throbbing dicks, careful to give equal attention to both. Even though the blow to his skull still hurt, his consciousness was primarily aware of the incredible hardness of the hot, almost muscular organs. What a thrilling experience. Only his subconscious noticed that another arm started checking the firmness of his ass. Actually his glutes were very well developed, as he had very good genetics for bodybuilding and loved doing deep squats. Some seconds later, several fingers started to knead his hole and prepared him for penetration. For whatever reason, Matteo, who had to endure the sexual attacks of the four bikers unconscious and chained up the night before, almost felt transformed by now. With a completely different mindset, he was looking forward to everything that was to come and welcomed the kneading fingers with great confidence. His innards stretched - still completely untouched - awaiting the penetration that would definitely follow, as if they were literally anticipating what was happening. He knew he could open his mouth wider than ever before in his life, his throat was eager to rub against the vein-flooded mantools, to wrestle with them. He lost all sense of time as his dearest wish came true. Everything was happening very fast now. Matteo was entered from both ends by three or maybe four men, he couldn’t tell precisely. Muscles were everywhere around him. However, he did not perceive their objective brutality as such. Huge meaty hairy chests were hanging above him, insanely heavy legs were pinning him to the ground. Smelly hairy armpits were given to him to lick whenever his mouth was not being fucked. He was flogged by someone on his back and ass and loved it. Probably blood was pouring, but he couldn’t see nor did he have time to get aware of the situation. Then frenzied noises echoed through the room as he felt an enormous but nevertheless wonderful pain in his nipples. Nipples which he actually couldn’t see as he kept licking the huge muscular ass of one of the horny bulls that sat on his face. Matteo tried to gasp some air from underneath the huge gluteus muscles which were each much bigger than his head. The pain had been caused by Ted. He had used a stun gun on him that electroshocked and partially burned his nipples. With a cruel smirk on his face, showing all his teeth, he enjoyed the destruction he had caused on the young man’s flesh. At the same time Matteo’s whole body including his intestines convolved due to the electric shock, which sent Alan though the roof, who was fucking Matteo’s hole from behind. He started climaxing profusely inside Matteo, but - even though he hadn’t finished cumming yet - was soon replaced by Sergio. Alan kept shooting ten or twelve more cumjets with full full force onto the whole pile of muscle. It was buzzing in Matteo's head so much that he didn't really notice the course of events anymore. Nor that the last two muscle bikers from another motel room had joined the impenetrable pile of mountains of muscle and firing organs. Six specimens of the most muscle-packed men in the world rammed themselves into his orifices, pressed their paws into his flesh, choked his windpipe, shot their copious fresh semen directly into his stomach, deep into his intestines, into his nostrils and even into his eyes again. He knew he would achieve his goal of satisfying them all again and again with dreamlike certainty. Everywhere he looked, fat-free, deeply incised mountains of muscle moved only a few inches in front of his eyes, it was impossible to tell their individual body parts apart. Every now and then he saw supermen wrestling their muscular tongues in each other’s mouths as he was pushed back and forth by whomever jackhammer. Now he felt Tony again inside him. How many times he might have already ejaculated today? For all intents and purposes, he was the most massive. Nearly two meters tall, probably 170 kg of pure muscle with a 32 cm cock (6 '5 feet / 375 lbs / 12,6 inches). He didn’t just look brutal … he actually WAS the most brutal of them all. The night before he had fucked the sturdy motel security guy to death and afterwards terrorised the fat motel owner who came alerted by Isabella. However they did it, the gang managed to intimidate him so much that he didn't dare to call the police, who were hardly to be seen in this godforsaken area anyway. Matteo didn’t know that Tony had fucked all the rest of his gang one by one before. That’s why Tony was now in a kind of chill mood, had no vicious plans for the youngster and would have described his movements as “gentle-fucking a nice tight hole”. However Matteo thought that someone had inserted a baseball bat in his ass and was raping him with it … which was exactly what his innards seemed to demand. He couldn’t scream as his mouth and throat were filled with someone else’s throbbing cum-gun and he had to focus on gasping for air when - thanks God - the invasion was interrupted from time to time. But as soon as a musclerod was pulled out of his throat and mouth to let him gasp for a few seconds, Matteo felt terribly empty and with his eyes almost closed he sought contact with the next massive glans again. It was pounding in his head that this orgy should never never never end. Tony kept breeding Matteo when he casually asked Ted where he got this hottie from. Ted immediately explained to him yesterday’s situation. “I love his ass. This guy is crazy. Gives me the pressure exactly where I need it. Just the right amount in the right spot, sometimes in the front, sometimes in the back, as if he feels exactly what I need. His grip is stronger than his ass looks … and it doesn’t look that bad. How old are you, cum-dump?” “Ahh … ahh … eig … eig … eigh … teen …!” “Eighteen! And already so skilled. He could be useful to us. Don’t break him. And you, Ted, stop tasering him, got it?” Ted, who had planned testing how much electrical shocks the youngster would withstand before becoming a useless corpse, had to agree reluctantly. But he promised to himself to use his stun gun for his next sex victim. Half an hour later the fuck orgy was finished leaving Matteo a wreck. Covered with nearly a quarter of a liter of various cum (including his own) mixed with some blood, with a bruised eye, a flogged back and ass, a distorted mouth (when two cocks had tried to force their entry simultaneously) and intestines full of new protein, he was coughing and gasping for air. He was in a state of shock, but unbelievably satisfied at the same time. What he just went through was an amazing ultimate sex experience that no other man, let alone woman in town could have given him. Back to his senses, Matteo saw Tony standing in front of him. He had put his black leather pants on again, but stayed naked above his waist. The two humongous pectoral muscles stood like hemispheres which reflected the sunlight coming in through the window. They were alive and expanded with every breath he took. If you were to make the attempt to feel the end of the deep crevice in the middle with your fingertips, then all of your wrist would have sunk into it as well. His dark nipples were pointing straight down due to the pectoral mass. Above the chest were two traps, engulfing his equally muscular neck and reaching to his ears. His enormous round shoulders were each the size of a biker's head. And just beneath them Tony’s famous arms. The ones that created so much pain and torture to the innocent and to the less innocent. Matteo continued staring at this amazing and thrilling masculine body, when Tony interrupted him. “Back to your senses?” Matteo nodded. “You liked the fun we had with you?” Matteo nodded again. ”If you want to repeat that experience, you'll have to work for it. Clean yourself up, dress up and follow us. Your shitty life might become meaningful once we take over this province.” In any other situation, it would be absolutely reckless to trust a completely unknown person and let him in on the criminal intentions, without putting him through his paces. But the way Matteo had just (literally) mastered the gang-bang seemed to make further questions about his trustworthiness and loyalty amazingly superfluous. “You will get your exact instructions later!” After devouring tons of food brought to them by several door-dash delivery services, Tony ordered his gang to sleep for four or five hours before they would leave tonight. Only now Matteo realized how tired he actually was after his hellish ride in the night. It was early afternoon, but it wasn't a minute before he slept soundly.

Chapter 2: Motel Río Bravo On Friday morning Matteo´s brain was simply fogged up with images of huge muscles. Last night he had dreamed of the bikers and now after waking up he couldn't get them out of his head either. Every single one of them had fascinated him more than any other man in his life. In the last three years, he had already attended bodybuilding events with his coach and had also seen IFBB pros as guest posers. But that was nothing compared to the monsters from two days earlier! And not to mention all four of them together! Were they really bigger than the IFBB pros he saw live or followed on Instagram? Or was perception simply playing tricks on him? At an international bodybuilding championship, after all, you are inwardly prepared for the sight of massive bodies. The bikers, on the other hand, who were to the least just as massive, appeared completely unexpectedly in an environment with otherwise "normal" people. Matteo had already had sexual experiences with both women and men starting at the age of fifteen. But in his imagination, it was extremely muscular men who turned him on the most. So muscular, in fact, that it was practically impossible to ever meet them in reality. Well, at least that was until two days ago. An insatiable desire to see them again aroused in him, up close, undisturbed, without a hurry. All day long his rod was at least semi-stiff. Looking at the morph on his cap again, he smiled, put it on and began to organize his thoughts. Would the giants still be in town? Then, where could he find them? Just in case they were here for some days, they’d need a place to stay. Well, then there were just two options - either the hotel on the main square or the more shabby motel Río Bravo out of town on the road to Monterrey. Although he estimated his chance of meeting those muscle hunks again as close to zero, he had to give it a try. The hotel was closer, so Matteo jumped on his motorcycle and headed towards the afternoon sun. Some minutes later he arrived and looked for the associated parking lot. It was just behind the hotel. Damn… no motorbikes at all! He drove all the streets in the neighborhood. Here and there a few motorcycles, but there were never several ones next to each other. Discouraged, he drove out of town towards Motel Rio Bravo as his last ray of hope. Bingo! “¡Dios mío, qué suerte, no me lo creo!” His heart beat faster as he saw the big choppers with American car plates parked in front of the motel. And there were not four, but even eight of them! What should he do? All day long he had been so obsessed with finding those bulls that he didn't even think about how to get in touch with them. How would they react to him? Especially if they saw his glances… his excitement … and, well, that he was gay? They had shown no mercy with García, would they turn their brutality against him as well? With a strange mixture of excitement, fear and unrestrained lust, Matteo passed the abandoned entrance area and walked straight ahead to the small motel bar. Two freakishly huge bikers sat completely crammed into the - in itself - comfortable lounge furniture and drank cerveza while talking to each other. Their formidable size … it was real! In the morning Matteo had asked himself whether his mind had not played games with him and his image of the men in his head had grown larger in comparison to reality. No … this WAS reality and they actually seemed even BIGGER than in his mind! And their musky smell … even though the bar was otherwise empty, it was completely filled with the smell of testosterone. Both of them looked like identical twins with their clean-shaven heads and a thick trimmed beard covering the top of their pectoral spheres which were jutting out from under their leather vests. Their gigantic arms were covered in tattoos. Matteo entered, sat down a couple of meters next to them, ordered a beer as well and tried not to watch them too obviously from the side. His heart was running fast and his dick was almost painfully swollen. “Isabella, come here!” The voice from the colossally muscular stud was so deep that his words roared in the room just like thunder. Matteo couldn’t see which twin had spoken. Slowly, a pretty 25-year-old girl who had been washing beer glasses behind the bar in complete silence and seclusion stood up. She had long black hair. However, her smile seemed fake, and she couldn't hide the fact that she was terribly afraid. Strangely her face was a little swollen and her mouth was distorted. As she slowly moved towards the two hulking clones, Matteo noticed that she was both limping and trembling. “Don´t wince like that!” When Isabella stood close enough, the tall muscle twin remained seated as he easily reached into her cleavage with his plate-sized paw and slowly started to caress her boobs. Huffing and puffing sounds escaped his nose, and the hair in his thick jet-black beard curled in his breath. Although she was well-endowed up above, she didn't wear a bra, which seemed to please him. After a while he released her right breast from her dress and took turns squeezing her teat and kneading her breast as a whole. “Oh, please … please … not again.” The bartender's voice was barely audible,either because she was too afraid or because the swelling on her face made it difficult for her to speak a simple sentence. He continued to grab her with one hand when he occasionally reached with his other one for his beer glass, exchanged a few words with his brother and then let his gaze wander into the room of the bar. His nonchalant, almost deeply relaxed gaze met Matteo (who in turn stared at him as if hypnotized). He even winked at him briefly, as if his behavior here in public was the most normal thing in the world and he was just telling a twelve-year-old boy how a real man should deal with a woman. His gargantuan brother grabbed her crotch at the same time. After a short time, her dress seemed to get in his way and with one single movement he tore her robe off, just as easily as tearing apart two pieces of toilet paper. When both muscle bulls noticed that she wasn't wearing panties either, their mouths twisted into diabolic smiles. “Let's see if you’ve washed away our cum, coozie. If so, then God have mercy on you!” Still completely unmoved by the fact that Matteo was in the room, one brute twin began to grab Isabella by her butt with just his left hand and lifted her up into the air with complete ease as if she weighed nothing. With her pussy just above his face, he slowly stuck his tongue out of his grinning mouth. Even his tongue looked muscular and bigger than a human one! He playfully let it dance like a muscular pink snake on top of his thick beard, moving it back and forth quickly to the left and right and making babbling noises in anticipation. Isabella let out short cries of fear, then his arm flexed a little and he lowered her a few inches so that his tongue could purposefully penetrate the entrance of her vagina. Still holding her with only one arm, he moved her body up and down, back and forth just a few centimeters. The resulting loud smacking sounds even drowned out the background music. One minute, two minutes, three minutes passed… The waitress whose limbs moved helplessly in the air began to moan, but somehow to Matteo it wasn't quite clear if she was still as scared as she had just been. When after four minutes the massive hunk stretched his arm and pushed her back up above him, a considerable portion of his black beard was covered in thick white semen, which seemed to have flowed out of her pussy. Judging by the quantity she probably had endured a real gang-bang just before. It was unbelievable how she could have kept it all inside. To Matteo it was now clear where the distortion of her mouth and the swelling in her face came from. “Good girl! Ted, I think it's time to refill her,'' he said and immediately opened the zipper of his leather pants with one hand, but gratefully accepted his brother ́s support to pull it down over his colossal dark tanned thighs. The trail of black hair didn´t obscure any of the pencil-thick throbbing veins running along the mountains and valleys of his muscles. Even from a good few meters away, Matteo saw them clearly. Once the leather was down to his knees, his monstrous veined mantool flipped from his posers and stood straight, its glans angrily pulsating with a dark red color. With his right hand he distributed his abundant precum all over his shaft. Only then did he lower Isabella which he still held with his left hand. One evil look at her almost completely closed eyes and then he thrusted the tough, beefy, and fully tumescent flesh of his mighty horse cock into her slimy pussy directly up to the hilt. She screamed out loud. The other twin took his mobile phone and elatedly started filming his brother fucking the girl mid-air. “Yeah, give it to her, Alan….yeah … make her happy …,” Ted cheered his brother on while he kept filming and massaged the growing bulge in his own pants with his free hand. “Alan, push your hammer in … deeper … yeah … crush her pussy … yeah, I can even see you through her abs … ” Alan´s powerful thrusts seemed to turn on his titanic twin brother, who moved his mobile phone with professional expertise, alternating between close ups of her pussy being penetrated by Alan’s monstrous rod, his heavy balls which knocked with thuds against his thighs, then from worm’s eyes view the erect nipples on the giant shelves of Alan’s pectorals which obscured a large part of his thick beard and his burly rough face above in the background. Then back to her juicy big boobs and her almost unconscious face. Even though Matteo realized that he was witnessing a true rape, he didn’t dare to say a word. Besides, even though she clearly stated that she didn’t want this to happen at first, it seemed to him that her moans were now clearly more of pleasure than pain - despite all her exhaustion. He stared at what was happening with his eyes and mouth wide open, and had long since given up trying to hide his curiosity about it. Suddenly he awoke from his hypnosis state when Ted fixed him with his piercing gaze and pointed his finger at him. His roaring voice commanded him to come. “Hold it! And don´t you dare shake the video! Take both Alan and me. Smooth camera movements. Take close-ups of our dongs, then show our muscles again! Just as you have watched it all the time, boy! And listen! I said smooth movements. Nothing is worse than frantic camera work.” He handed him his mobile as he took his pants - with considerable effort - down himself. His thighs were equally huge. Actually in terms of their faces, their muscular development and even their dicks the twins were absolutely indistinguishable from one another. Just two absolutely perfect, colossally massive, hyper virile muscle clones. He was about to ram his monster tool into the opening that he could reach from the other side - which was her bruised mouth - when he saw the bulge in Matteo's pants soaked with pre. “Jeez, what do we have here? Alan, watch that lil’ boy!” “He's into muscles. Just look at the guy on his cap,” growled Alan while he kept on banging his gun barrel mercilessly with full force into her fragile body. Ted decided to snatch his phone back from Matteo and instead asked for his. Matteo was left surprised as he had absolutely no idea why the guy wanted his mobile phone, but it was out of question to disobey and not to follow his instructions. He unlocked it and put it in Ted’s callused right hand. The behemoth started the video immediately as he fixed Isabella's head with his left hand and deftly opened her mouth to the utmost with its thumb and forefinger simultaneously. He could only push a quarter of his muscled dick inside until the hotel employee started to choke violently. She was now skewered mid-air on the twin´s hands and powerful musclerods like a piece of meat on a grill. Ted directed Matteo directly below the remaining three quarters of his dong which were still left outside. The nose of the eighteen year young adult almost touched its underside and Isabella’s long black hair, falling down, tickled his face. “She won't drink all my juice. You lick up the excess. And don´t you dare miss even one drop!” Matteo took the warning seriously. Actually he realized that never before had his health or even life been in such acute danger, and he focused all his attention on waiting for the moment when the giant muscle-hulk would cum his juices into the helpless girl. But never before in his life had he been so turned on at the same time. Both siblings seemed to possess rich experience in perfectly coordinating their thrusts. After about two minutes of warming her up, Ted managed to thrust more and more centimeters past her uvula deep into her throat. Every fifteen or eighteen thrusts he would shortly take his rod out and give her some time to gasp for breath. But it was just about some seconds until he was back in, definitely not enough time for her to even begin to recover. Even though the girl’s face was now facing downwards, Matteo couldn't see her eyes as she was obscured by the sheer size of Ted’s monster. Never had he seen such a monumental dick, not even in any porn video. He couldn’t see that her eyes were no longer open, but obviously her body still moved on its own. “Turnaround, Alan!” With perfect coordination they rotated her on their relentless pistons in a fraction of a second 180 degrees, so that she was now facing upwards showing both of them her face and breasts. In and out, in and out …. In the long run this mid-air position was certainly not comfortable for fucking, but the effortlessness with which the twins held her upright and fucked her as a kind of perfect tag-team was simply breathtaking. Matteo still tried to remain highly focused to control the movement of the vein-flooded giant penis above him, waiting for the cum. But the smell of testosterone emanating from the biker's groin made him feel dizzy. His hands instinctively searched for the biker's ultra-massive thighs. Barely noticeable at first, he touched his flawless skin and the thin trail of fur on it. Then he started to feel the mountains of muscle, the deep incisions between them, the thick veins protruding from the flesh like warm ropes not giving way to the pressure of his fingers. The palpated sensation triggered an explosion of endorphins in his brain. It took him a few seconds to realize that he hadn't even asked permission to touch the muscle bull's skin. But Ted didn't seem to mind and kept moving his thighs rhythmically back and forth. He even let Matteo’s hands wander over to his well shaven grapefruit-sized testicles. Matteo squeezed them gently at first, first the left, then the right one. Plucking up courage, he increased the pressure and began to knead each cumglobe with both hands, as a single hand wouldn't have been sufficient to encompass it completely. As Ted started moaning, Matteo came hands-free in his pants for the first time ever - with a force never experienced in his life before. Again a short respite for Isabella. With his right hand the muscle titan kept filming his pulled out, angrily red slimy throbbing penis dripping precum onto her exhausted face, which he still held with his left hand. But when he heard some panting noises underneath him, his steel-hard club acted by itself hands free and hit Matteo (who was still firing his load) left and right in the face with considerable force. Despite these violent swings, he held the camera that recorded that humiliation in close-up in complete control without the slightest tremor. It took more or less twenty minutes of merciless double power penetration till the chock-full grapefruit-sized balls of both supermen finally started to empty their load into Isabella. Just like all of their actions before, their orgasms were precisely timed to each other. The muscle bulls only exchanged glances for the command. From underneath Matteo noticed that Ted’s testicles lifted themselves up and started shooting their juices through the monstrous shaft deep into Isabella's esophagus. The bartender held out for four or five seconds, then massive amounts of cum shot back out of her mouth and even her nose over the moving massive plunger. From the outset, there was no chance for Matteo to swallow all this. Within half a minute, his face and large parts of his shirt were encased in thick, sticky, white glowing semen. After a minute or so, Ted took his cum cannon out of her mouth. It was so filled with blood that the skin over it almost seemed to burst. His cum blasted unabatedly and he pointed it at her and Matteo's bodies for another minute. Isabella, whose mouth was finally freed from its gag coughed as if she was going to suffocate any second. Apparently, the semen had also ended up deep in her windpipe. Matteo saw up to the giant for a brief moment. Ted’s bushy black eyebrows contorted and an angry piercing gaze escaped from his deep black eyes. A second later, his continuing cumjets hit Matteo’s eyes directly at close range. Matteo shut them immediately, but the force of the impact had been so strong that he thought he’d go blind at any moment. “I've warned you. Now you’ll suffer. Miserably!” Matteo's eyes were still closed and he was only concerned with the question of what damage his eyes had suffered. He didn't hear the coughing girl, seemingly far away from him, hitting the ground with a dull thud. And he was not in the least prepared to be abruptly lifted up. He felt cool air first on his buttocks. Then his pants were suddenly gone, and an indescribable pain deep inside his innards made him faint.

Hello everyone I’ve received a lot of messages asking if I can continue with this story so I’ve thought of two more parts. This first part is a little different but someone asked me if I can incorporate this specific theme. The next part will be more like the first two but I haven’t started it yet. I hope you enjoy so without further ado… ———————————————————— My New Old Dad Part 3 by Alexdog Those first days with dad were like a dream come true. What he did with Dylan I have re-lived over and over in my head as if it were on repeat. Then he put his body on display for my enjoyment. And then that climax!!! Fuck! Who gets jerked off by a back?! That was the best thing that has ever happened to me. Now don’t get me wrong. The next couple weeks were great as well. I really felt like I was building such a close relationship with my dad. We spent almost all day together every day. We took long walks around town, rode bikes and watched movies. I knew he wasn’t into my movies but he sat there and watched them with me just to spend quality time. He bought me a PS5, and we would play a lot. “C’mon Boomer” I’d say as I kicked his ass in almost everything we played. We had so much fun. He was everything I could’ve ever imagined. He had a better body than anyone I had ever seen, he had the attitude that you could only come up with in your imagination, and he loved me without any reservations. He especially loved when we went to the beach so I could witness the effect he had on people. He would point it out as we laid on the beach towels. “Did you see that blonde looking over here Bryan? You think she’ll be thinking of her husband when they fuck tonight? Or these?” As he grabbed my hand and strummed it over the ridges of his abs. I pulled back sheepishly He knew I was still shy around him in regard to him being my fantasy but he tried so hard to make me comfortable by doing things like that. He wanted me to know that he didn’t care, and I shouldn’t either. Every night when we went to bed, he would put on a posing routine, and let me feel him until I would almost cum in my shorts. He’d tell me to pick the “muscle of the night,” and he would showcase it for almost a full hour pointing out every shred, every contour without tiring. I still felt uneasy taking out my dick and stroking it, but he understood that. He was happy with me just watching. He always wanted me to feel protected. Even when he tucked me in, he would lay on his side next to me and hold my body up against his iron frame convering me in muscle. He would ask me if I wanted him next to me with his shirt on or off and we would lie there until we both fell asleep. Boy could he sleep deeply! I never felt him move. He just held me for hours and I lay motionless in his strong grip. I never needed a blanket. The only time he moved was when it was time for him to get up. His mind was freakishly set to some internal clock. His eyes opened religiously at 4 AM. He then worked out until maybe 7 AM followed by two hours of straight cardio. When he came home, he would immediately shower in his room and cook me breakfast while I continued to sleep. He moved so quietly so as not to wake me. The only thing that would wake me was the heavenly smell of what he cooked that morning. I’d always come down to a feast. He wasn’t lying when he told me he studied cooking amongst other things to prepare for our living together. Everything was healthy. He never used oil or butter, yet everything tasted so good that Gordon Ramsey himself wouldn’t find a flaw. This morning, however, was a little different. He’s usually very quiet about leaving the house to run at 7 AM but I actually woke up to the door closing. I tried to fall back asleep but after an hour of tossing I just kind of gave up and got up. Although he slept in my room every night, I decided to walk over to his bedroom door. In the several weeks that I had been home, I had never been in his room. I almost had the sense that he didn’t want me to go in there. One night after he changed into a bathing suit he was coming out of the room and saw me approaching. He quickly closed the door behind him and talked to me a little nervously. It was the first time I had ever seen him like that. I kind of wanted to know what he was hiding. As soon as I opened his bedroom door I think I knew what it was. I was hit by the powerful strength of his musk. It actually made me step back a little. Dad always kept himself ivory clean, but I secretly had many raunchy thoughts of him working out hard. I pictured sweat pouring off his body in rivulets over every diamond cut contour of his body as he threw around weights that powerlifters strived for. Once I opened that door those thoughts raced through my head. Fuck I was getting so turned on thinking about it. I felt like it was all around me…seeped into the walls, the carpet, the mattress. I walked in the room and with every step it became more potent. I was brought back to my high school days changing after gym class. Peter was our school quarterback but he would change next to me after classes. He smelled so strong…so powerful. The teacher would always say things like “Damn Peter! Hit the showers!” but I loved how strong it was. He was one of my youngest crushes, and I finished off many hard-ons imagining myself with my head in his muscular armpits stroking with one hand while the other felt up his body. I wrote a story about that while in my foster home I think. I followed my nose to his closet. When I opened that door, the scent was so strong that I felt a chill go up my spine. It was stronger and deeper than Peter. Fuck it was probably stronger than the whole damn football team after a week straight of practicing. I had to know more. I walked over towards his hamper and I opened it up almost choking a little by the potency. It was filled to the top with his clothes from the week. He had mentioned that he washes his clothes twice. I had thought he was just being neurotic but from the strength of what I was experiencing, I now knew why. I looked down and I actually saw a pair of sneakers that were sitting next to his hamper. I thought twice about doing it, but I couldn’t resist. I took one of the shoes, brought it up to my nose, and inhaled deeply. The smell was thick. I have sneakers that I’ve worn for years that don’t even come close to how strong this smelled, and I knew he only bought these about a week ago. At this moment I wanted nothing more than to have dad sitting on a lounge chair, watching TV after a run as I sit on the ground, servicing his masculine feet with my hands rubbing his powerful soles going up towards his calves which jetted out from his leg. His calves looked like bowling pins split from the perfectly etched definition with veins that coursed upwards towards his quads and down all the way to his individual toes. I caught myself looking at them many times as he walked about the house. Just a simple step made them look fully flexed. I felt my dick engorge in my boxers as I bit my lower lip. I found a jockstrap, still damp from yesterday’s workout. I brought it up to my nose and the scent was so strong that I felt like I could taste it in the back of my throat. “Oh fuck!” I said to myself as my hand reached into my boxers and started to stroke. Each breath I took made me feel like my face was nestled right next to his balls and taint. It was a mind trip. I must’ve edged for quite a while because I was interrupted by a voice behind me. “Bryan! wwwwhat are you doing?“ He said as I whipped my head around. I was so embarrassed, but it looked like he was just as nervous as I was. I think I even saw him shake a little. “Uh…Nothing dad. I was just seeing if maybe I could help you with laundry.“ I said trying to cover up what I was really doing. “Bryan, please get away. You don’t have to do that. I keep these things away from you because it can get kind of…uh…overpowering“ He said looking a little embarrassed that I found this out. He always wanted to be perfect for me and it was as if he thought that this was a flaw. Then his eyes went down and saw the bulge in my pants. “Oh…“ He said realizing that I was anything but disgusted. “So…You like that?“ He said scratching the top of his head almost quizzically. He realized that the question was rhetorical though based on my dick’s reaction and almost immediately his air of embarrassment started to fade away. I didn’t know what to say, but I just trusted my gut and realized that there was nothing I could say that he would make me feel bad about. “Fuck yeah I do dad. If you would have walked in five minutes later I think I might have made a mess all over your closet!” I was clearly getting more comfortable talking to him like this. He stood there with a cocky grin on his face. He had just come back from his cardio so he was soaked head to toe. Even his hair looked almost as if he just came out of a pool. “Is that so? Well then…“ He said as he walked over to me, gently took my hand and brought me to my feet. He walked me over to a chair and sat me down. “You should have said something. Like I said Bryan, I want to know everything that makes you happy. I will try my best to bring everything to life for you.” He took the jock from my hand and smelled it himself before throwing it back in the closet. “That’s NOTHING son!” He took a few steps backwards while still looking at me dead in the eyes. He was covered in sweat to the point where his tank looked painted on his body and his loose basketball sorts clung to his quads from the dampness. He crossed his arms and reached for the bottom of his tank lifting it up as if he were unwrapping a present. “Look at me Bryan. I just ran two hours at full sprint just so I can get my skin paper thin for you to enjoy,” as he took his thumb and index finger and pulled at his cellophane skin laying on top of etched muscle. Two hours at full sprint? No wonder he sweat so much. I could see he was getting into the way he looked. “Look how my body glistens Bryan. It really brings out the marble perfection don’t you think?” He said knowing he was right. The sunlight peeking through the windows hit his body causing a shimmer that would rival the gods of Olympus. Shadows cast down over his mammoth chest bringing out the deep slices of his armor abs. “I bet we can do better.” He says as he brought his arms out in front of him and squeezed his chest so hard that they inflated like iron zeppelins coursed in veins. With his one hand still holding onto his tank he brought it to his chest, grabbed it with both hands and twisted it over his massive pecs shelf wringing it over his dense muscles. Sweat poured out of it like a car shammy down onto his chest, down every row of his abs and directly into the floor. He held the tank out to his right side and with eyes that told me to “listen,” He released the tank where it fell heavily to the floor with a wet “thwop” sound. He started to strut over to me while giving me a smirk like he knew exactly what he was about to do. He grabbed his shorts at the waist line and tore through the elastic like it was tissue paper and continued to tear until the thing shredded off his body. He was standing there wearing his jock only, pushed out in front of him because it couldn’t handle all the mass of his monster cock. “I look like a statue Bryan…a statue that everyone wants to admire…but I’m all yours son.“ He held his arms out parallel to the floor and slowly spun around in a circle so I could witness every inch of his carved body put on display in front of me. “Fuck dad! You look amazing.“ “Correction, Bryan. I look fucking flawless. Witness, son“ He locked his eyes on mine and brought his arms down in a crab pose while sticking out one leg shredding his body into disgusting definition. His pecs jut out inches from his body about a foot from my face. Beads of sweat from his shirt earlier lay on top of his massive pec shelf like dew in grass. He saw my eyes transfixed on his perfection as he then bent his neck forward so his mouth was right next to that beef. He then stuck his tongue out, and sensually swiped it across the top of his chest. He then slowly retracted his tongue and swallowed. “Delicious“ he said. He could sense my uneasiness, fidgeting in the chair as my heart started to quicken, and the bulge in my pants continued to throb. “Oh my God, dad.“ “I like the sound of that Bryan. God dad.“ He said chuckling at his own joke. “No need to sneak into my closet son. Let me show you what you can have every day of your life.” He sauntered over to me, and straddled me on the chair so he was sitting on my lap with his legs around my waist. He took my hands and guided them over his torso saying “carved” as he smirked. He brought his mouth right up to my ear. “You thought my hamper was hot, son?” As he moved his face inches in front of mine. Then using his thumb he hooked it along the top of his jock and pulled it an inch from his body. Almost immediately I was hit by an intense heat and musk that was stronger than any gym I’d ever been in. He closed his eyes, bit his lip, tilted his head back as he audibly inhaled through his nose. “Fuck yes!” He said knowing how I loved his self worship. His eyes went back to mine, seeing I was enjoying it. “Imagine it Bryan. Imagine what it’s like for all the pathetic people in the locker room when I get undressed after a long workout. People on the other side of the locker room even get hit by it…get turned on by it…and they don’t know what’s happening to their bodies. The most powerful smell coming from a muscle god. The weak ones have to leave. But the others feel their dicks getting hard. Their emotions in overdrive. Some cum right in their shorts. From across the mother fucking room, Bryan. Just my presence makes them forget all about their wives…their families.“ My breathing was short and stuttered. I believed him. I was getting rock hard just watching him. I started to engorge more right under him. He had a look of confidence as he felt it. “Oh! What do we have here, son?“ He said feeling my member in between his glutes. He smiled. He truly did love the fact that what he could do sent me over the edge. “I’m sorry, dad. I can’t help it.“ “Don’t apologize son. It’s just a pity you can’t get your hands to it. You know…With me sitting on you and everything.“ He said with a smirk as he slowly winked. And then that moment, he started to control the muscles in his glutes to press in against my shaft and head. Even with his legs wrapped around my waist, he was able to control his musculature with such precision. It felt like the ultimate handjob as he was going up and down my shaft and head with his glutes. My head went backwards as I let out a huge moan. “That’s it Bryan. Let my perfect glutes show you what they are capable of. Strong enough to crush rocks to powder but able to send your cock to fucking Heaven!“ He said as he worked my shaft faster. Still holding his jock elastic out, he reached with his free hand down to his balls. When he pulled it out, his fingers were covered in a potent moisture He brought it up to my lips and touched them. I licked my lips to taste the intense salty power. He then brought it to his mouth and sucked on his fingers right in front of me. “Now I finally understand those stories that you wrote about that Peter guy.” He said smiling at me. Fuck! He read those too?! He brought his arms up above him so that his hands were behind his head and the peaks of his biceps were almost touching his ears. He looked at each one, and then back at me. “See these globes? They’re all yours.“ He must have tensed his fist and twisted his wrist inwards as the biceps peaked and split next to his head into an anatomy chart of pure flawless perfection. But what he did next sent me over the edge. “Peter has nothing on me Bryan,” and with his hand still behind his head, he twisted his waist slightly so his body was askew to me, shrinking his waist to almost nonexistence. He inched his lips next to his deep muscle pit and gently blew. A warm gust of dense sweat and hard work hit my face as I could smell the manly pungent odor of his muscle pit. He kept blowing ever so softly as he worked his glutes harder and harder around my cock. “Fuck!!!!“ I yelled as he grabbed the back of my head and pushed it into the deep chasm of his pit giving me direct contact with that aroma. “That’s it Bryan smell my power. Feel the strength that your dad has.” He said as he encased my head in a cavern of muscle. Then with unreal control he flexed his lat from the back while rolling his chest from the front securing my head. He then let go with his hand but the pressure around my head was so intense I wasn’t going anywhere. The control was insane. “Let’s see Peter try and do that for you!” And just like my story with Peter, I let my hands explore all over my dad’s physique tracing every contour almost cutting myself on the hardness. I couldn’t help myself as I stuck out my tongue and started to slurp my dad’s arm pit drinking in all that muscle juice. I could hear him moan a little which actually made me happy. He worked his glutes faster and faster over my rod and the smell was penetrating deep within my brain. He flexed even faster as he could hear my muffled moaning deep within that hot muscle cavern. Once he felt my body shiver he flexed his glutes hard. I screamed as I released rope after rope of thick cum all over the surface of his chiseled ass. He then released some tension on my dick as he slowly milked it with such precision until my body went limp. I was panting heavily as he slowly released his flex hold on my head, and i collapsed into his body. He wrapped one arm around my shoulders and with his other hand he started stroking the back of my head through my hair, kissing the top of my forehead. “That’s it Bryan. Relax. Your ‘god dad’ is here to serve you,“ he said. He took his hand holding my head and moved it under my ass as he slowly stood up holding my body completely off the ground as if I were weightless. He carried me over to his bed and laid me down. “Take a little nap Bryan. I’m gonna shower and make you some breakfast. I have a plan for what we’re going to do today so you’re going to need to rest.“ I felt like I had just fucked for hours, but the whole thing lasted maybe 10 minutes. I saw dad walk out the door, his ass shredded like a striated fan and a back that you can show a movie off of. I saw my load covering his glutes and lower back, dripping slightly to the floor as he walked away. Then, I drifted off to sleep.

Part 4 “You’re doing something to me,” he repeats. The voice is partly accusatory, partly a matter of fact, and it rumbles with a deep bass around the room, reverberating long after the sentence had finished. It takes Sean a moment to realize that Peter’s voice is resonating off the metal shutters behind him. He’s giddy as the sheer scale of the man in front of him hits him. “Sort of,” he says. There’s no use hiding it now. “Is now the time to be coy? Seriously?” Peter demands. He can’t help but be impatient. It’s not that what he’d experienced was bad, exactly, at least not in the moment. Far from it, it had been the single most pleasurable experience in his life. But his mind was flooded with questions. What had happened to him? Was it still happening to him? What was his life going to be like from now on? He was not in the mood for games. “It’s the most accurate answer. I’m not actively doing anything, but it’s because of me that things are happening to you,” Sean says, but the answer just annoys Peter further. The big man takes two steps forward and crouches down, his huge burly form squeezing down into a massive, broad ball of muscle. Even in this position, his face is a little higher than Sean’s, and that’s not all. From here, half of what Sean can see is his giant friend. He can smell his sweat, feel his body heat radiating off him. Sean swoons, as Peter demands. “Explain.” Sean gulps, attempting to focus his thoughts. “S’a curse…” he slurs, eyes unable to be dragged away from the mountain of muscle in front of him. “A curse?” Peter repeats flatly, not believing a word of it. “Like an actual magical spell?” “Maybe… Or a blessing, or… I dunno. It just happens.” “What? What happens? Focus, Sean.” Peter reaches out and places a single finger under the small man’s chin, lifting his face to look at him. “I don’t know how. I swear… I just know that it does. I spend time with guys, I pay them compliments and they grow big… nothing like you though.” “You pay them compliments?” “It’s like the bigger I make them feel, the bigger they get.” Sean nods. His eyes have wandered, taking in the behemoth in front of him. “Right, well if that’s how you want to play it, thanks for nothing. I’m going to see what I can salvage from my life now I’m like this…” Peter says tersely, and stands up to walk away. “Peter, wait-” “People think I’m stupid. I’m not stupid,” He says heading towards the shutters. “I don’t think you’re stupid!” “And I don’t like being lied to!” “I’m not lying - please just wait, just for a minute!” Sean runs behind the big man and throws himself between him and the controls for the shutters. Peter raises an eyebrow at him - it would have been effortless to get past him before tonight, now it was ludicrous to think Sean would even slow him down. But the tiny man looks up at him, chin jutting defiantly, “I have information, and I know you want to hear it.” Peter doesn’t move back into the room, but he folds his arms, and furrows his brows. “Talk.” Sean is flustered, but quickly tries to arrange his thoughts; “O-okay - I mean, we covered a bunch of it already, but I promise I’m not lying. I don’t know why any of this happens, but I do know what happens. And I do know that it’s not permanent.” “It’s not?” “No. Well, mostly. A couple of the guys I slept with kept an inch here or there, but most of it went away. Although…” “Although what?” Sean lightly rests his arm on top of Peter’s abs, his breath catching in his throat as he sighs and looks up, catching Peter’s own gaze with wide, disbelieving eyes. “None of them were anywhere near as big as you.” -Zip- The effects are less pronounced than last time, fortunately, but the sudden pulse of each muscle in Peter’s body, like every one of them flexes at once before settling down, retaining some of that pumped up size. Peter scratches his chest as he looks down at himself in disbelief. “You see?” Sean says triumphantly, “I made you feel big, and you got bigger, just like I said!” “Yeah.. just like you said,” Peter stops inspecting his own arms to glare at Sean, “You manipulated me.” “What?” “You’ve been toying with my feelings, making me feel a certain way-” “Now, hang on, I wouldn’t say-” “ - and you’ve been doing it ALL NIGHT.” Peter brings his hand down and slams it against the shutters to punctuate his point. But it’s with some shock that both of them look up to see his hand is not on the sheet of steel - it’s about six inches through it. Peter carefully removes his hand, to reveal a perfectly formed cast of it molded into the metal. “I should… I should calm down,” he says, before turning and padding away, sitting on the far side of the mat - the only part that’s still dry - and taking some deep breaths. Seans stays by the door, looking in awe at the evidence of this young man’s strength, before steeling himself and joining the giant. “I’m sorry,” he says, squatting down next to him, “I shouldn’t have manipulated you.” “Thank-you.” “But you’re being way more dishonest to yourself.” “Excuse me? Are you trying to piss me off?” Peter demands. “What if I am? What will you do? Hulk out, smash up a few things, hurt me? I’d just be giving you an excuse to be yourself.” “You don’t know the first thing about me.” Peter retorts. “Oh really? Let's see, shall we? Tall, handsome, effortlessly strong, not to mention hung like a pornstar, and yet you’re happy to dawdle around a club like some lost lamb waiting for your brother? I don’t buy it.” “Don’t push me,” Peter warns, his entire body tensing, but Sean doesn’t back down. He stands in front of the man, face-to-face though Peter remains sitting. “You. Fucking. Love it. The attention, the half-hidden whispers, the knowledge that wherever you go all eyes are on you…” “It’s just my body, I can’t control-” “Bullshit, Peter. Don’t try and lie to me, because I’m much better at it than you. When did you realize it, hmm? When you trashed that gym you mentioned?” “I don’t - that was a mistake!” Peter says, looking cornered. “No, no it was earlier than that I think. That was just a test…” Sean continues, reading Peter’s reactions like a book. “But you hide it. The mild-mannered, gentle giant that everyone can’t help but fall in love with-” “No.” “-when really you’re just a beast. A beast that’s high on his own size-” “No.” “-and now look at you, bigger than ever and loving every second of-” “ENOUGH.” Peter stands at a speed that was belied by his sheer bulk, snatching Sean up with a single hand and holding him at arm's length, his digits wrapped around his waist. As he stood, he’d slammed down his foot hard and, while he hadn’t looked down to check, he could feel the result; a crack in the floorboards that splinters out at least 3ft away from him. “I am not going to stand here and listen to you dictate what I am and what I am not. You’re wrong.” He hisses through gritted teeth. “Sure…” Sean responds nervously - it’s a long way down. But even as the hairs on the back of his neck stand up, face to face with this angry god of a man, he can’t help it. He pushes forward, “I’ll just ask you a question then; why did you grow tonight?” “That’s my question,” Peter responds, uncertain at what Sean was driving at. “And I gave you the answer. You got big because I made you feel big.” “So?” “So if the ego wasn’t there, how did I stroke it?” Peter stares at him dumbfounded for a moment, before saying, “No, you’re messing with my head.” “How am I?” “You’re manipulating me again! Just like you have all evening.” Peter bargains. “I don’t need to! Don’t you see?” Seans smiles at him, still caught in the grasp of the giant, more than five feet above the floor of the gym. “I don’t need to lie to you. Because you want this too. And I’m the first person you can be yourself with, without worrying about scaring them away or breaking them.” “I wouldn’t be so sure about that,” Peter growls, tightening his grip just a fraction, though enough to make a point. Sean squirms a little, but his face drips into a lopsided smile. “Ooo - threaten me with a good time, why don’t you? I told you before; that’s not how it works.” “What do you mean?” “This curse - whatever it is - it’s a two-way street. You can’t hurt me.” Sean smiles at him, waiting for Peter’s imagination to catch-up. “What, not even if I - “ “Nope.” Peter pauses, realization dawning on his face. “What if we were to-” “You can’t hurt me. You can try, if you want.” Peter braces for a second, weighing up his options as he regards the confident smile of the little man in his arms, but his shoulders slump. “I, uh, don’t want…” “Good. But just know… you don’t have to hold back. Now, could you let me down? As hot as this is, I think I’m getting vertigo.” “Oh, uh, sure…” Peter acquiesces. He feels… confused. Hadn’t he been angry a second ago? Goddamnit, that little asshole did it again! Twisting him around like it was nothing, he was so wily. It was infuriating - and yet, he had to admit, not entirely unattractive. “So what do we do now?” “Mmm. I have a couple of ideas…” Sean says, sashaying forwards, and wrapping his hands around the now limp member in front of him. It’s huge, his fingers not quite making their way around, and he hefts it up, testing its considerable weight. “No, not that. I mean about me. About this place…” Peter says, though he doesn’t move away or otherwise stop his little worshipper. “You’ll sort yourself out. By morning you’ll be your usual self, or thereabouts - still hulking, just not as much.” He pulls back Peter’s foreskin, and plants a kiss on his abs, glancing around the room out of the corner of his eye, “This place might take some explaining though. But that’s my problem, I’ll smooth it over. Leroy’s a sweetheart. Fuck you’re so big…” He plants a kiss at the tip, causing it to balloon out a little, along with a sharp intake of breath from high above him. “How big would you say I've gotten?” Peter cocks his head, watching Sean work on his rapidly expanding cock. “Too big,” he says, dragging his mouth up the length and punctuating it with a lip-smacking slurp, “For anyone but me.” Peter reaches down and grips Sean’s skull in the palm of his hand, forcibly moving the tiny man’s head up and down the length of his member. He’s hard now, his angry red glans comparable in size to Sean’s own head, which he uses as a toy to lube up his inhumanly large dick. “Oh, so this isn’t too big for you?” Sean can’t do anything but make a muffled “mm-hmm” in response. Peter pulls him away and reaches down, once more lifting Sean up, this time to sit at the base of his dick, facing away. He brings his hand around, and uses a single finger to press Sean’s much smaller cock against the hot and throbbing flesh of his own. Then he leans down, lining his mouth up close to Sean’s ear. “And you’re absolutely certain that I can’t break you?” Sean quivers with anticipation, his cock leaking pre that barely does anything to lubricate the length of the giant he is straddling. “Y-yes…” “Well,” Peter says, holding the little man in place as he swings his hips back, back, and still back, until finally the tip of his cock rests against Sean’s puckering ass, “I’d like to test that theory.” — David was really starting to worry now. The night had started well. He’d found a girl who seemed to be into him, and it looked like he was all set to take her home, until he’d gone to find Peter. He wasn’t there. He’d looked around, as if that mattered - Peter wasn’t exactly the type to fade into the background. And then he’d received that message - a cryptic note about Peter being “returned” to him in one piece? Yeah, like that was going to help. He’d apologised to the girl, who’d left in a mood with him, then tried asking around the bar. He got the impression that a lot of people knew more than they were letting on but, ultimately, he made it right the way through to closing time without any sign of his big little brother. He’d gone home, sent texts, and spent the entire night awake with worry. As dawn came, he considered calling the police, before deciding to pay one last visit to the bar. He’d just put his shoes on when he heard the knock on the door. He couldn’t believe what he saw. True to Sean’s word, Peter had returned to his size by the time they’d finished their marathon fuckfest through the night - mostly. Before he was always just shy of the 7ft mark, but now he was just over it. Most notably however, was the additional bulk he’d received, looking wider and burlier than he had done before bumping into the little man the night before - a fact that his clothes, borrowed from an easily broken-into locker, did little to hide. The shirt threatens to explode, and his shorts show the coiled anaconda-like length of his massively increased endowment. He stunk of his own cum, he was still covered in a thin sheen of sex, and yet there’s a grin plastered over his chiselled face. “Ah, hey bro. What did you do last night?” ----------------- There was no broadcast. There were no lights in the sky, or a rock crashing to earth. No magic arrow, no explosion, nothing for anyone to point to. Nothing for anyone to notice, not now, and not three years ago when it happened. It was a change so subtle that scarce few even noticed. The world was simply one way, and then it was another. But with almost 8 billion people on the planet, it would stand to reason that there would be those who would see the new world for what it was. And with witnessing came knowledge, and through that knowledge came possibilities. The change had been small; its consequences would be BIG. To be continued

Part 3 “But why would he do something like that?” “Because he’s scared of you.” “.... did… did I do something wrong?” David shook his head, then pinched the brow of his nose. It was always like this. He had hoped that, by now, Peter would have experienced some maturation in personality; he was 13 now, and god knows he was physically changing at an alarming rate. But he was the same old Pete as ever. Which is not to say he was immature, necessarily - when it came to compassion and community, he had an emotional maturity well beyond his years. Nor was he stupid - his grades were always good. It’s just that… the world according to Peter was pretty simple. And within that simple world view, there was little space for accepting just how big he was getting. It needed careful translation. “Of course you didn’t do anything wrong,” David said softly, putting his arm around his little brother’s shoulders - a task that was barely achievable anymore. Although he was six years older, the height gap had now closed between them, and it was easier to see that Peter was the broader of the two brothers. “Then why would he be scared of me?” His eyes are so full of concern, and David does his best to explain to Peter his new reality. “Because you’re at least half a foot taller than him, and strong enough to throw him across the room.” “But I wouldn’t. He knows that, we’ve been friends for years.” ‘Friends’ was pushing it, David thought. He’d always kept a cursory eye on Peter as they were growing up, and knew the boys in his class fairly well. Michael was a problem, always was, and not just with his teachers. He had a way of asserting himself over his classmates that, fortunately, never seemed to work on his little bro. The subtler threats broke against him like waves against a cliff edge, and the kid was too devious to start anything physical. Until today. As far as he could tell, he was shaking down another of their classmates for lunch money when Peter had walked in on the two of them. Michael had panicked, and wanting to at least get the jump on the violence he assumed was coming, decided to start things. He’d attempted to push Peter out of the way and, when that hadn’t worked, he landed a punch square into his stomach. “It doesn’t matter whether you would harm him or not, buddy,” David reasoned, “The point is, you could. My guess is he was afraid he’d pushed you that far.” “But if he was scared of that… Why punch me? Wouldn’t the last thing he’d want to do be to start a fight?” Peter asked. It was the first time he’d ever been punched. “Fight or flight,” David explains, “It’s like, some lizard part of your brain leftover from evolution or something. Sorry, I didn’t do too well in biology, but the fact of it is true. When most people are faced with something that scares them, they go one way or the other. They try to run from what frightens them, or they try to fight it.” “Oh,” Peter says, studying his feet again. “Do you think his hand is going to be alright?” David grimaced. He’d seen the kid being put into the back of the ambulance, and it looked like the morphine was barely touching the sides. He didn’t know how the kid was holding his fist when he struck against Peter’s abs, but he was fairly certain Micahel wasn’t expecting to meet all the resistance of a concrete slab. He also knew that fingers weren’t supposed to point that way. “I’m sure they’ll see him right,” David says, non-committedly, “Just focus on yourself, now, okay? People are probably going to want to talk to you again. All you have to do is tell the truth. You did nothing wrong, okay?” Peter nods, and the two brothers sit in silence again, until. “What about other people?” Peter asks. “I’m sorry?” “Before - you said that, when faced with something scary, most people either run or fight. What about the other people? What do they do?” --- The air is cool but not cold; a blessing in disguise, because Peter is significantly less dressed now than when he had left the house earlier that night. The arms had disappeared back in the club, torn to shreds, but the shirt was compromised in other ways. It was now, to all intents, a crop top, showing off the fist-sized cobblestones of his abs, and it was fraying over his shoulders. His pants, too, were splitting along the seams, and given the tightness he was experiencing - especially around his already tightly-packed crotch - he had fears as to how long they would hold out. The freshly bared sides of his legs pointed down to his equally naked feet, which he gingerly pads along the pavement with. It’s an unusual feeling, but fortunately, there doesn’t appear to be any debris underfoot - of course, it’s dark, and Peter doesn’t realise that while there is plenty of it, he simply doesn’t even notice its presence. But Sean does. Sean smirks as he leads the way - he had held up his hand to drag the giant along, but the size difference between them now just makes it awkward. Either Peter would need to stoop down low, or Sean would need to twist his arm up, but still aligning it backwards - he settles instead to simply walk in front, occasionally stealing glimpses back at the humongous man. The rest of the time, he simply watches the faces of those he passes. Peter was more than used to getting stares from people out in public, to the point that he barely even noticed it any more - but it was nothing like this. The jaws of every single person they pass drops to the floor, eyes bulging as they stare unabashedly at the titanic man, hulking out of his clothes in the middle of the street. There’s no subtle whispering or pointing, no double-takes - he is the undivided centre of attention for literally everyone who is out that night, and he blushes at the thought. That, and occasionally…. -zip- He grows a little more. Eventually, Sean leads him away from the busier, brightly lit streets that are full of clubs and club-goers. They wind away through more secluded neighbourhoods, to the very edge of the town centre. Peter is somewhat puzzled as to where he was being led - he had hoped it wasn’t Sean’s home, sincerely doubting how well he’d fit in any ordinary building any more, but he doubted this was the case. The area is clearly not residential, and he couldn’t imagine the stylish little man living somewhere like this. “We’re here - hold on outside for a second.” He comes to a stop in what looks like a row of old warehouses, a set of four, roller-shutters marking the front of the building. A small door to the right - which Peter, after a moment’s adjustment of his thoughts realises is a perfectly normal sized door - is illuminated by a security light above it, green paint peeling away. There’s a small sign next to it that says “Leroy’s”, but no other indication as to what this place is. Sean fiddles with the lock for a moment then disappears inside. Peter is once again left alone, and he stares at the doorway doubtfully. He was used to ducking through doorways, but there was a difference between that and literally folding himself through. It was hard to tell from this distance, but he was fairly certain he was wider than the thing for a start. Was this his life now? Just how much would have to change? BZZT He’s shaken from this thought as he jumps at the sudden sound and movement to his left, and one of the shutters slowly makes its way up. Light spills out, and he lifts his arm to shield his eyes before they can adjust to it. What he sees is a little unexpected - aside from the grinning face of Sean somewhere around torso level, he sees mats, weights, ropes and - dominating the back of the space - a huge boxing ring. He appears to have been brought to a gym, for some reason, for the second time in his life. He looks down at Sean. “You box?” He asks incredulously. “Pfft, no. But I know a guy who does.” He responds. “And you have the key?” “Yep.” “And he’s okay with you using it?” “Yep” “Why?” “Just in case. Are you planning on quizzing me all night or are you going to come in? I’m starting to get cold.” Sean demands impatiently. “Sorry,” Peter says, stepping in. There’s the faint smell of sweat and polish - it’s not actually that bad, but he’s still stuck on that last question. “Sorry - just in case of what, exactly? Just in case the guy you met at a bar just spontaneously got too big for normal doorways?” “Mhmm. Happens more often than you think,” he says with a wink. “Sit down over there, on the mat, will you?” “Was that a joke?” Peter asks. He was never that good at spotting them, but surely it had to be? People didn’t just spontaneously grow. Except apparently they did? He puzzles over the thought but does as he’s instructed, taking a seat on the mat, before he fully realises what he’s doing. “Um, why did you-” Sean doesn’t wait for him to answer. He’d wanted to do this since their lips locked back in the bar, and he wasn’t about to let Peter’s apparent inability to keep up delay things any longer. He rushes at Peter, stepping up onto his lap, his head just ever so slightly higher than the prone giant’s, wraps his arms around the big man's neck and dives in for the kiss. It’s long and it’s passionate, and it certainly stops Peter’s questions in their tracks. The room is silent except for the occasional smack of their lips against each other, gasps for air, and moans of enjoyment. Sean’s mind races with excitement - they were here. And this one was bigger than any of the others. Satisfied that he’d had his fill for now, he decided to move things along and - breaking the kiss for just a moment - he leans in close to Peter’s ear and whispers: “You’re so fucking huge!” -ZIP- He drops to Peter’s neck and starts planting kisses against the thick, musclebound titan but Peter barely notices. The growth this time is bigger than any of the other times it had come to him. He can feel the floor skid beneath him as his limbs elongate, shifting over more and more of the mat. Not to leave him looking scrawny or gangly, every muscle in his body swells outwards, pumping up without so much as a flex from the giant teenager. His pecs balloon forward, lifting his shirt still higher, now barely even a bra as the fabric frays and splits open. His arms grow larger, bigger than his own head now and, as Sean attempts to feel them he notices that the skin is not even dented by the smaller man's touch. They’re like warm steel, shifting and swelling under his touch. And that’s not the only thing. Sean had assumed he was standing on the giant’s leg, but this appears not to be the case. He feels it underneath his feet, swell up with the orgasmic feeling of growth, lazily destroying the confines of the denim that attempt to hold it, and apparently supporting the smaller man’s weight without a hint of discomfort from Peter. He had to see it. “Strip. Now!” Sean lets go of the larger man and jumps down, turning away and following his own command - never before had he shimmied out of his clothes so quickly, slowing only because his own erection got in the way - it was a nice 7 inches, but nothing compared to what he had just felt. Behind him he hears shifting and the occasional tear of fabric, and can only assume that Peter is doing as he is told. Boy was he. Sean turns around and his mouth drops. The giant is sitting again, now nude, every newly expanded muscle on display for him to see, a faint sheen of sweat coating the man. As he turns Sean is hit by the smell of him - not nasty, but raw. Sexual. Inviting. And overpowering years of caked-in gym smell. Not that Sean even notices. He’s transfixed at the pillar of manhood presented to him. At its base, a pair of truly gigantic balls sit heavily, draped in their loose sack on the mat itself. Each is easily bigger than his fist. Then above it, more than wrist thick and pointing straight to the heavens, criss-crossed with veins that pump and feed the colossal beast, is the biggest cock he’d ever dreamed of seeing. He takes a few reverent steps toward it - Christ, even while Peter is sat, it almost reaches his own crotch, putting his own smaller cock close enough for the two to compare. “That’s just - wow. How big are you normally, Pete..?” “10 inches,” The man rumbles, “I think it’s grown a bit though.” “You think?” He pushes his own penis down, the two glans pressing together as a river of pre begins to emerge from Peter’s monolith. The size of it - it must be more than twice as long as his own, and god alone knows how much thicker. It’s huge, unrivalled by anything he’d ever seen or even heard of. And it deserved attention. He drops to his knees, then prostrates himself on the floor, first moving to the heavy, fleshy sack at the base of the pillar. At first, he does nothing but breathe - savouring that mind-tingling musk that causes his own comparatively little erection to twitch and throb. His mouth salivates, and so he quenches his thirst, lavishing his tongue over every inch of wrinkled sack that he can manage. Each orb is far too large for him to fit inside his mouth, but that doesn’t stop him trying, endlessly sucking at them, kissing them, making them feel loved Above him, like distant earthquakes, come the hums of approval from his gigantic friend. Peter had never experienced anything like this before. Any attempt at sex thus far had led to half-hearted, fearful attempts or flat-out refusal. But here he was, bigger than ever, and this tiny man has thrown himself at him with abandon. He watches as, satisfied with his work down below, Sean makes his way slowly up his shaft. He doesn’t rush the job, coating every finger-thick vein with his tongue, hoisting himself up with his hands; the incredible prick doesn’t flex so much as a millimetre. Eventually he climbs to the very peak of it, kissing and languishing his tongue over the exposed head, nibbling at the foreskin stretched out below it, lapping up the pre that flows seemingly endlessly. But as Sean prepares to go further, Peter begins to feel uncomfortable. “Wait-” he says, and Sean looks up at him; he’s unable to ignore the command, but his eyes are desperate to proceed. He looks in pain to be stopped so suddenly, “Sorry, I - I don’t want to hurt you…” Sean’s heart melts, as his expression widens into a knowing smile, “Oh, baby - you can’t hurt me. That’s not how this works.” Without another word, he dives forward, devouring the fist-sized head in a single gulp; but it doesn’t stop there. Moving back just an inch or so, he moves forward again, more and more cock disappearing into his hungry maw with each movement. The gulping sound of this self-imposed throat fuck just makes Peter harder - he’d never experienced anything like this before. Sean continues lower and lower, lips stretching taut around Peter’s fleshy pole, but eventually his pace slows to a glacial crawl and then stops. Try as he might, the last six inches or so of this colossal cock remain off-limits; but that won’t do at all. Despite the struggle it took to get down there, removing himself is one swift movement, releasing the monster from his mouth with a gasp for air, and a line of pre still connecting them. “You can’t hurt me,” he says, swallowing between breaths, “So I need you to help me. Push.” “Sean, I really don’t-” “I’m very used to getting my own way,” he takes one of Peter’s massive hands and gently tugs at it, lifting it towards my head, “If it gets too much, I’ll slap you and you can stop. But until then… I need you to use me.” To stop any further protest, he once again returns to throating the monster. Despite years of experience with the biggest the world had to offer, he’d never quite experienced anything like this. He’d be in way over his head, if it wasn’t for his disposition. But he wasn’t. He’d never felt so full before, and he’d rarely experienced so much pleasure from fucking someone - and all he was doing was giving a blowjob. It takes him less time to get to the same stopping point as before, now that his throat is warmed up. Peter’s hand rests on the back of his head, palming it entirely, but there’s no real push. Sean looks up at him, his mouth stuffed, fixing him with an angry glare, daring him to go further. Peter is conflicted. This was too much for anyone. And yet… Sean was already taking more than he would ever have thought possible. He shrugs, and with one irresistible pull, forces his dick down Sean’s throat until the little man’s nose is pressed against his pubes. The effect is immediate. Sean’s eyes roll into the back of his head and his entire body begins spasming, legs falling from under him, then scrambling back up for purchase. Peter panics for a moment - had he done too much? Had he hurt the poor man? Then he feels something wet, dripping in intervals against his leg. He leans to the side and he sees Sean’s dick - so small compared to what he was used to, and miniscule compared to what he now possessed - bucking wildly. He’s cumming. “You really like this?” he intones, eyebrow raised as he catches the impaled man’s eyes. Sean can’t respond - he can barely even nod around the length of dick inside his body, but Peter feels the attempt. “Well in that case, you’ll love this!” He forces Sean’s head further up his shaft, exposing a foot of spit-slick flesh, then slams him back down. Then again. And again. And again, building up pace until he’s fucking the little man’s throat like a fleshlight. He keeps it up - his hand certainly never felt this good, and as a smaller, more watery sprinkle of jizz hits his leg again, he reasoned Sean felt much the same. Fuck. The thought hits him. He’d just made a guy cum - twice - by fucking their face. -Zip- And it comes again, that rush of pleasure and change. Sean squeals as, even as he’s held to the titan’s crotch, he feels the dick inside him reaching deeper, stretching him tighter. But at least he’s still capable of thought - the same can’t be said for Peter. He roars with the sensation of it, the gorgeous feeling of growing now compounded with the physical pleasure of oral sex, and he loses it. His balls clench, and an ungodly volley of cum spurts out, hot, in the base of Sean’s belly. Again and again it comes as he lets go of the little guy's head, flexing his arms as he revels in this transformation. Sean desperately moves away, once more releasing the massive cock head from his mouth, but now letting an ocean of spunk spill forth as he does so. It’s thick, goopey and delicious and he savours the taste of it in his mouth, even as he sprawls backwards onto the floor, feeling his slightly-bulged belly and watching yet more jizz blast out of the giant’s cock. He watches as Peter begins to rise. The only reason left to the big man now demands that he enjoy this growth, and he lifts himself to his feet - still lost in the power of his orgasm - watching as the room shrinks around him. Another volley, and yet another surges forth from his even more absurd cock, plastering the far wall with such pressure that the noise can be heard even over his own moans of contentment. He’s there for minutes, experiencing the most pleasurable moment of his life, before the flow finally starts to subside. The deluge becomes a trickle, and consciousness fully returns to the man. He flexes, looking down at his own arms and changed body, only the sound of heavy breathing and the drip of jizz from his still turgid member, filling the room. Then he shifts his attention to Sean, still lying down, looking up at him with awe on his face. “What the hell did you do to me?” Sean looks up. This had gone further than it ever had before, further than he’d ever thought possible. Peter had gone from a huge young man into a true monster, bigger than any human being should be, capable of destroying him without a single ounce of effort. The thought terrifies him in a primal way, every nerve ending in his body shaking, alarms sounding at the base of his spine. But he doesn’t run. He doesn’t try to fight it. Sean smiles.

My New Old Dad Part 2 I couldn’t believe what my dad just did to Dylan for me. Dylan and I used to actually be friends believe it or not. Back in middle school, I had confided in him that I liked men. He was the first person I had come out to because I felt that we were very close. In fact, he made me feel very comfortable with it - even said that I had nothing to worry about in telling him. But then high school hit, and he fell into the popular jock crowd since he was their star baseball player. One thing led to another, and, well you know how that story goes. Jock kid becomes popular, becomes bully, and I guess my sexuality was the perfect target. I wonder if he even felt bad about the way he treated me…well before today I mean. I fantasized about ways I’d get revenge - usually involving humiliation from the muscle god of my dreams. I’m pretty sure that’s when I started to develop a deeper and deeper yearning for that perfect male: strong, shredded, hot as fuck, cocky. I even wrote stories in my spare time which developed even deeper fantasies for me, and many times they involved my own perfect beast seeking revenge on those that had done me wrong. Now, I’m sitting on a couch next to a character right from my imagination, and I witnessed the sexiest display of humiliation that I have ever seen. And what’s more? The man’s my father Did I feel turned on? Hell yes, but also, I felt so loved. I’ve always felt so vulnerable and weak, but for the first time that I can remember, I now felt so protected. I hugged my dad on the couch. My one arm around his lower back and my other lay across the front. His body felt like iron, yet I felt so comfortable as he gently massaged my shoulder kissing the top of my head. With my eyes closed I smiled loving what I’ve missed for so long. The years I spent alone started to melt away with every slow breath he took. My hands clasped together around him, and then I realized there was still so much room left between my arms and his body…damn how small was his waist?! His adonis belt etched on his core even when he was sitting still naked on the couch, but it didn’t feel awkward. I sighed audibly in happiness as I squeezed him tight unable to make an impression on his body. “Dad, no father would ever do that for his son. I’ve never seen anything like that. I can’t even begin to tell you how that made me feel.” “Correction Bryan…no father should ever do what I did to you many years ago. I left you alone with nobody to show you the love you deserve. I was in a bad place then son, and from now on, I am going to make it up to you any way I can.” “Dad, how did you even know about Dylan? You and I only reunited yesterday. You said you broke into the foster home, but there’s nothing there that mentions him.” Yes I had written stories, but all the names were changed in case they were ever discovered. I didn’t want more fuel to fire up Dylan’s daily onslaughts. “Son, I know everything about you. Years ago I made a solemn promise to be the perfect dad for you from here on out. It might seem a bit crazy but I kind of studied you. Several times a week I even went to your school and hid behind trees when you ate lunch outside. I saw Dylan teasing you, calling you a fag, and at first I cried. But then I went to your foster home. I saw all your magazines and even all the stories you wrote.” Oh my god he read my stories?! My eyes snapped open, and he saw my reaction. He let out a chuckle as he continued to massage my shoulder. “It’s ok Bryan. I liked reading them because it let me know more about you. I have to say though, you do have quite some imagination. Your protagonists can be quite brutal. I saw it all…the stories, the pictures you drew, and even read all your magazines. That was a little harder to do since many of the pages were ‘glued’ together.” Oh god, I can tell by his tone that he knew the truth there. “Then I started to fantasize too. I started to fantasize about having a son that would be proud of his dad. I dreamt about being a dad that would be everything his son ever wanted and earning your love. I dedicated all of my time into creating that fantasy for you which would fill my fantasy as well. You don’t just like muscle son, you crave the unreal god character. Well its real now, Bryan. I studied bodybuilding and nutrition, lived in the gym, and perfected my diet. I worked out for hours and did cardio until my heart was going to explode. I practiced posing for hours every night developing unreal muscle control and knowledge of my own body. My confidence soared, my strength grew exponentially, and when I knew the time was right, I came for you. And do you think the time is right Bryan?” He pulled out of my hug. “Look at me, son. If Superman saw me from across a room, he’d whip out his dick and start jerking it.” He put his mouth to my ear so I could feel his chin lightly brush up against my cheek. His voice went deep and soft, “I’m the most ripped, strongest, most dick hardening god around. I’m everything you have ever dreamed about, and I’m your fucking father.” His attitude instantly started to turn me on again. I grabbed the pillow next to me and put it in my crotch to hide my growing bulge in my jeans, completely embarrassed. He laughed as he grabbed the pillow from my grip and threw it down to the floor. “Don’t be shy around me son. I want to make you so happy, and this…” he said pointing down at my crotch “shows me that I’m doing my job.” He reached down and started to undo my button and pulled my zipper down. Then he pulled my boxers down at the waistband fully exposing my dick. I felt so awkward at first, but that seemed to vanish as he smiled. I could tell he was genuinely happy making me happy. He grabbed my chin, turned my head to face him, and kissed me sweetly on my forehead. “Nothing is off limits Bryan…nothing. You want to walk around naked, go for it. Do you want me to? I’ll walk around only wearing a jockstrap at Costco if you wanted it. You want me to pose for you? Humiliate someone? I’ll wrestle the strongest motherfucker you can find into the ground if it would put a smile on your face.” I believed every word he said. My breathing became faster, but I just went for it. “Can I touch you?” He smiled broadly as he took my hand and brought it up to his pecs. “Let’s start with this god chest son.” He guided my hand all around the massive mounds, down the cleavage and around the underside of his outer chest that stuck out from his rib cage. “You’ll only see that type of separation on an anatomy chart” looking at the ridge on his upper pec shelf. He brought my hand up to the center of that meaty pec and placed his hand over mine. Then he bounced it twice under my palm saying “Boom, Boom” as the muscle grew inches outwards from the sheer mass of it. “Can your drawings do that, Bryan? How about this? Watch this fucking control.” He reached down and picked up a rock from the basement floor and wedged it tightly in the cleavage of his pecs where it stayed motionless. He looked at his left pec and slowly started rolling it up from bottom to top, and while doing that he then shifted his gaze to his right pec. Then, with unreal control, he started flexing that from top to bottom. They were going in alternate directions, and then with not so much as a second’s thought, he changed the directions of both. They ballooned outwards completely enveloping the rock in a cocoon of muscle. “Have you ever written something like this in one of your stories? Watch this shit” He then slowly tensed his chest harder and harder and harder until every striation popped out through his paper thin skin looking like piano strings. The muffled sounds of rock crushing filled the room. “Pick a fiber, son.” My hand reached up and placed my index finger on one of his thick striations. I then watch him concentrate as he flexed that individual shred, shortening it under my touch. I’ve never seen anything like that! It was harder than granite too! “Holy shit dad! This feels unreal! How hard is your body?” He then relaxed his chest and gave me a chuckle as sand fell onto the couch. “Well if that didn’t answer your question, how about this?” He walked over to the oil drum from earlier and dragged it over to us. It was caved in the center from his massive bear hug but then he turned the drum around. Right above the crumpled center were two globe indentations with ridges lining the impressions. As it dawned on me what I was looking at, he then hit a most muscular pose turning his chest into a shredded roadmap of definition. “Looks familiar, don’t it?” Oh my god!!! His fucking chest pressed into the drum, and all those ridges??? They were his striations! He then brought his index finger to his right pec to trace out a massive vein snaked on the top. He then said “Look” as he pointed to the drum where a curved indentation formed identically. A fucking vein?! It was like a steel mold of his god body “I’m THAT fucking hard, Bryan.” His massive cock was swinging between his legs. My eyes went right to it. It was so big soft that I couldn’t even imagine what Dylan had to suck rock hard. It was like he read my mind…”11 inches Bryan. 11 thick, strong, ass widening, jaw snapping, pussy stretching inches. So tell me son, am I what you wanted in a father?” “Dad you’re more than anything I’ve ever wanted in a fantasy let alone a dad!” “Oh fuck Bryan! Your approval means everything to me. It’s what I have been wanting, and it turns me on knowing I can be this for you.” Oh he wasn’t lying. He started to get hard right in front of me. My eyes were widening taking in the sight. I watched it thicken and rise slowly to full mast. Veins the size of straws started coursing up and down his shaft feeding that pole until it was standing straight up like a tower of pure fuck muscle up against his abdomen. “I know your fantasies, but this is mine…to be perfection for you and earn your love.” My eyes never left his massive cock as he spoke. He really loved showing off to me how flawless he was as he led my hand up to his pole and made me attempt to wrap my grip around his shaft. “Try and move it, son.” My hand grasped it tight, unable to fully get around the girth. I started to pull it down away from his abs, but he responded by flexing his dick against my strength. It was like trying to move a flagpole cemented in the ground. “Imagine poor little Dylan’s swollen throat after sucking this iron cock, Bryan. I almost drowned him in my cum too. It’s a good thing I ab busted two loads out earlier before you woke up this morning.” “Ab busted a load? What do you mean?” I was confused. He gave me a cocky smile then said, “Watch.” He pointed at the top row of his abs and started slowly exhaling. HIs top two abs tensed into two hard diamond cut bricks. Then in a show of sheer muscle control, he slowly ran his pointer finger down each row of his midsection as he continued exhaling. Each row contracted slowly one at a time as his finger went over them, and each row individually flexed from top to bottom in one fluid motion. His waist cinched tight at the bottom to a size that would make women jealous. He then put his hands behind his head and then blew out even harder. A meshwork of veins crossed over the entire gut as he then looked at me, smiled, then brought his hand down to his abs and slowly caressed them. “Bryan, have you ever seen such perfection? This is like a corrugated column of pure marble Bryan. It’s all for you.” He then brought his thumb down to his cock standing at full attention against his abs. He pulled his dick down then let go so I could hear the loud smack as his cock made contact with his abs again. You could have heard it if you were in the next room. He then put his hand over his pole, sandwiching it between his palm and armor plated 8 pack. He turned so his back was facing me, and with his other hand put his hand on his glutes as he said “Bubble butts are for fat fucks.” His ass then started to flex, dimpling in the side with scalloped shreds fanning out over the surface. The separation between the different muscle bellies I haven’t even seen on someone on a competition stage. The steel globes started to ripple and undulate as his hips gyrated forward and backtwards. I could hear him say under his breath, “oh fuck!” He took his free hand off his glute and moved it behind his head so his bicep was peaked against the side of his head. He turned his head, looked at the mound lovingly and said “Look at that split” as he brought his mouth to the two heads and started sucking on the heads…covering his arm with his tongue. His hip thrusting intensified as did his moaning. Saliva dripping on the floor from his biceps. Oh my god what was he doing? He then slowly turned around to face me . Oh my fucking god, I’ve never seen anything so hot in my life. His hips continue to buck with his hand pressing his cock up against his core. That monster dick slid up and down the rows of his midsection making audible thuds as it traversed each concrete row of ab muscle. He was fucking his abs!. His muscle control, separating the inner division of those columns so his cock could nestle in between them. His obliques carved on the sides like razor blades disappearing into his lats. His cock was so massive it ran from the top row to the bottom of his abs with each thrust of his hips. He looked at me and smiled and bit his lower lip as he started fucking faster. Torrents of precum started coating his midsection, making them glisten and easing the thrusts. It brought the definition out even more if that was even possible. And then it happened. He looked at me, told me to get ready as he fucking roared like a beast. Massive ropes shot out of his dick and hit the top of his chin splattering outward. Pump after pump like a never ending geyser, and he already came multiple times today. Fuck I couldn’t contain my hard on. It was throbbing and all I wanted to do is jerk off. This was impossible! He looked at me, got on his knees in front of me on the couch, exhaling and panting like he just ran a marathon. “That’s how you ‘ab bust a load’ son.” He looked down and saw my throbbing dick and smiled as I gulped hard in complete amazement. “You could take care of that if you want Bryan. I’d love to see that I’m making you happy.” “I don’t know dad. That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life…MY LIFE. But I’ve never jerked off in front of anyone before. I don’t know if I could do that…especially my own father!” “Nonsense Bryan. Don’t ever be shy around me. This is what I’ve been preparing for, and we have many years of being together to explore your every fantasy.” He smiled and turned around again while on his knees showing off his wide as fuck back. He brought his hands down to his waist, his thumbs on the back side of his waist as he flared out each lat individually. First left, and then right. He heard me gasp and said “Oh, you think that’s hot, then maybe I should flex for real this time.” He then brought his lats back and then SPREAD them like a cape forming a sickening V. The indentation under his armpits carved into a deep U shape you could wedge a basketball in. He looked like some mutant cobra. “Tell me Bryan, have you ever seen a back so fucking ripped in your life? Ever seen veins as thick as these on anyone ever?” He grunted hard as a meshwork of thick and thin veins started snaking all over the surface. “Bryan, I dare you to find 1 inch of smooth skin on that fucking back.” I couldn’t! It was covered in unreal striations and veins. What happened next was beyond comprehension. He scooted back towards me and reached his hands back spreading my legs apart. He grabbed my legs and pulled me into him so my throbbing dick was touching his back and my legs wrapped around his abs. “The Colorodo Rockies have nothing on this shit” he said as he brought his arms above his head, made two fists and slowly lowered his arms striking the most beautiful back double biceps pose I’d ever seen. His whole back looked like a mountain range with deep valleys and high peaks. He realized my cock was laying right in the center of his back so he took his arms which were at 90 degrees and started to bring them down while still maintaining it flexed. He trapped my cock between his shoulder blades surrounded by dense rhomboid muscle. He then demonstrated unreal muscle control as he started to ripple his inner back muscles, and seemed to actually roll his fucking rhomboids around my dick. The feeling was absolutely intense. He started flexing faster, bringing his arms down, massaging my cock from the bottom of my shaft up to the head in calculated precision. The feeling was driving me insane. I pulled myself into him, wrapping my arms around his bull neck and feeling his pecs as I pressed up against his back. “Dad, I’m going to fucking cum!” He smiled broadly as he flexed as hard as he could. I screamed as I shot upwards…up his neck and in the back of his hair. My orgasm was almost 20 seconds long, and then with absolute dexterity he started milking my cock with his back completely draining it. He then relaxed as my dick slid out of his rhomboids as he stood up. I still couldn’t believe what I was staring at. This was a living fantasy, right in front of me, and it was my father. A titanium statue of pure muscle and not an ounce of fat. AND HE WAS STILL ROCK HARD! He smiled with satisfaction. “Bryan, that was just a small taste of what it’s going to be like for the rest of your life. I’m never going to let you down again. I’m going to be everything you’ve ever wanted and more. Nothing is off-limits. Nothing is too taboo with me. Now…Let’s get cleaned up.” Seeing my utter exhaustion, he sat on the couch next to me, grabbed my hand and put my arm around his neck. He stood up and supported me with his strength as we walked up the basement stairs into the house. This is going to be an amazing relationship

Gonna channel some of my anxiety from this quarantine into writing. ————————————————————————— “Ugh” groaned Jamie as he headed back to his shift in the hospital; with the emergence of this new virus that causes people to hulk out, it seems like they have 10 times as many people flooding in. They were criminally understaffed and he just had someone new added onto his caseload. ”Hopefully just another hypochondriac” he told the attending nurse as she handed him the patient file “then at least we can clear out a room”. But as he flipped through the file, it was clear that his wish wasn’t meant to be. The man was exhibiting flu-like symptoms and was currently passed out in the room. Jamie put on a hazmat suit, entered the room, and called out the man’s name softly to wake him up, feeling a little uncomfortable at the erection the man was clearly sporting under the blanket. The man’s blue ryes flickered open and he addressed the doctor. “Do I have the virus? Am I going to get huge?” He said with a little too much enthusiasm for Jamie’s tastes. ”We can’t be sure yet what you have, it could just be a very bad flu. We have to take every precaution so it doesn’t spread but if you had it you most likely would have grown already.” ”Awww what?” The man complained “So I’m this sick and I don’t even get any consolation?” Smiling a little at the end of his sentence. ”Afraid not, sir. But we get get you set up with some-mh-pain relievers and an IV to replenish your fluids.” Jamie’s heart started beating quickly and he began to feel dizzy. “What’s going on?” He thought “I gotta get out of here.” “Excuse me” he said to the man, quickly exiting the room. His body felt hot all over and his head pounded painfully. Jamie barely made it to the safety shower before pulling off the hazmat suit to get air. He was breathing heavily and his entire body began to ache. He began to panic, frantically thinking of anywhere he could have picked up the virus, and any way that he could keep it from spreading to the rest of the hospital. But as he clenched his fists around the shower faucets, his pain began to give way to pleasure. ”Ooahh” he softly moaned as his manhood began getting harder. He reached down to feel it and moaned again “Unh, yes, bigger...” then opened his eyes, shocked at his own thoughts. He’d never wanted this before, he was very happy with his tall swimmers build. And his junk had never disappointed before, but right now, on the precipice of growth, he never wanted anything more. He looked down and saw his body had enlarged and now was lightly pushing against his clothes. “Oh...no. No. I can’t, I have to get to the treatment. If I-“ his thought interrupted by another wave of pleasure shooting through him, causing his body to pulse larger. ”Oh, fu-huh” he breathed “This feels.. so... good. I... I can feel myself growing bigger.” His strong chest now showing through his shirt, he groaned, raising a hand to feel it, his bigger arms straining against the sleeves of his lab coat and in doing so, brushing against his nipple, sending a shock through his system that shattered any resistance he had left. ”Er-uGH” he grunted, doubling over, then falling to his hands and knees as his feet began testing the limits of his shoes, kicking them off before they got any tighter. His back and lats widened and stretched his clothes to their breaking point as he pounded his growing hands against the ground in an effort to keep himself from touching himself. His body looked like it had clothes painted on as every inch of fabric clung to his steadily increasing mass. His slacks were the first to give up the fight as the shredded apart with a thousand rips, exposing his throbbing legs, surging ever bigger and more defined with every breath. His leg hair steadily thickening, accentuating the striations in his muscles. Then as he shifted to make room for the tree-trunks on his lower body, his thickening feet tore his socks to pieces. Breathing heavily, he stood up, stretching his enormous chest, causing a rip to run down the front of his shirt, letting his growing pecs and abs breathe. “Fuck it” he grunted, his voice much lower now, as he easily pulled the scraps of his shirt and pants off of his herculean body. Looking down, he could see more hair growing over his barrel chest and ran his fingers through it, slowly moving down over his hardened abs, down to his breaking, sweaty, briefs and began rubbing his cock. “Oh y e ah” he moaned, his voice deepening further, and becoming more gruff to match his sharp, bearded, jawline. His body expanded more, making him look like a extra heavyweight bodybuilder. Each stroke of his hand against his underwear made his balls and dick grow bigger until the underwear served no purpose other than to remind Jamie of his once non-beastly stature. A sentiment that would be lost as the elastic snapped, fully exposing his gratuitous member, spurring him into a frenzy of sexual pleasure as he stroked, growled, and grunted, desperately seeking release. Finally, as he sprayed his seed all over the safety shower and the room, he felt one last surge of growth run through him, leaving him at 6’9 and 345 pounds of beastly brawn. He stood, panting, and saw himself in the reflection of a mirror in the room and flexed a few times in awe. “I look huge...” he thought with a smile on his face “I gotta get home so I can explore this more thoroughly” and confidently walked out of the safety shower and all the way home, dick slapping between his thick thighs, garnering quite a few people who shared his prospect of “exploring his new body”.

Though this needed an update adding let me know what you think. ========================================== Birmingham, UK. We had been hanging out in the town centre waiting for Ben to arrive. We all had been checking out socials when Ben rolled up. "Hey, you guys I have got a great way to earn you some cash! And you don't have to sell your soul to YouTube." " Yeah? Have you been wanking off for guys on Skype again? " said Dan. Ben looked at us "well yes! But this guy has sent me a load of poppers to try and to get some friends to try them with, and he gives us £1000 quid each." "Oh yeah!" said Jordan with a sarcastic tone. Ben showed off his new Nike trainers and a gold curb chain. "Wot do you think?" "Not bad," I said not wanting to show how good he looked and how much I needed new stuff. Ben looked at us knowing we all wanted new gear. "The guy sent some cash with the poppers to show he was the real deal." "OK, Ben is that all? Getting high on poppers and wank off on cam for some rich guy?" Asked Harry. "Only if you want to," Ben said looking at Nick and me. "Sure you two gay boys are up for that!" Nick and I looked at each other than Ben with a pissed off look. After much discussion £1000 for some cum was a good deal. "It's only the same as when we all watch porn together" added Luke. We all headed back to Ben's apartment, sure enough on the coffee table was a big box of poppers marked BIG flu. His huge HD TV with a webcam on the top was on one wall and the sofa facing the tv. Jordan looked at the massive box of poppers "Fuck! Guys we are going to be gooned out for a week!" "Ben, you got some beer?" I asked. Ben handed out the tips of Fosters we sat down talking about the new Nike gear we are going to get. "Let's open the box and try some," said Dan starting to open the package. "No!" Ben quickly replied "the guy wants to see how it works. I think he has made it and wants to try it on some young men?" At that point, Ben's phone rang "yes, I have got them all here. Yes, I have got the package. Yes, I will". He put down the phone and turned on the TV and fiddled with the webcam on the top. The TV showed all of us in the room, "Hi guys" came the voice from the TV. We all stood up and looked at our self on the TV. "Hey have all you guys just got in from the gym, bet you are fit going guys?" Came the voice from the TV again. We looked at each other, as we have never been to the gym only at school. Then we all grinned as we all dressed in trackie bottoms and yes shorts and Nike trainers. "We all go to the nick-it-n-run gym!" Nick laughed, and I spit out some beer. " OK, guys! You look fit to me, and you never will go the gym. " the voice from the TV said with cheer in his voice. "Has Ben told you what we need you todo? You know how to huff poppers, guys?" " We," I ask as Dan and Nick are into the package and handing out bottles of BIG flu to everyone. "OK, so on three hot back on the poppers and then just do what comes naturally to you six studs," the voice said. "1. 2. 3. Huff!" We stuffed two bottles under our noses and breathed in and again. "That's it guys; show me what you are made of!" our heads buzzed as the poppers hit us, "more" commanded the voice. We all slumped back on to the sofa and chairs and took three more hits of poppers. The room was full of moans as we all could feel out cocks straining to be free. Ben was the first to push his trackies bottoms down, and his cock sprang out. He was huge, Ben looked surprised at his huge cock but soon forgot that as he started to wank his meat. "Come on guys don't let Ben fly solo" came the voice from the TV. We all grabbed out cocks, a chorus of "oh fuck" filled the room. My cock was a lot bigger, not just longer but thicker, I felt my balls buzzing and feel bigger too. I heft my balls with my other hand "Fuck!" I shout as I feel my nuts swelling with size. I look up to see if anyone else had noticed their manhood was bigger. Harry's tee shirt was just about containing his bulking frame. Harry was gooning out on poppers and busy stroking his swelling dick. "Harry! You look jacked man!" I shouted excitedly. Harry looked down at his expanding pecs and slid a hand over his thick chest with the tee shirt starting to rip. Harry looked up at me "I am Fucking amazing and feel so jacked" he paused "Fuck! Will you look jacked too!" I look down at my forearm pumping my hard cock. Thick cords of muscle bubble under the skin, thick veins thicken and feed the growing muscle with more energy. Ripp! as my bicep peak rips open my tee shirt sleeve and solid horseshoe muscle forms on my triceps as the thick bicep swells and divides with thick veins pulsing on the bulging peak. The room starts to smell of pre-cum sweat and testosterone, each one of us checking out our growth. Nick 's looks down at his huge quads thick ripping his trackie bottoms into ribbons pushing his legs open as the thick muscle mass grows. "This is sick!" Nick shouts as veins swell and his calves expand with size. "I could push start a truck with these fuckers!" Jordan was on the sofa wanking his meat, with both hands his body now looks like a fitness model. His Cock head is almost the size of his head, and he could almost lick his piss slit. It was as thick as a Pringles can and twice as long. His ball sack was swinging low with two melon-sized balls in there. He was gooned out with pleasure, and a slick of pre-cum was flowing. Dan's shirt was ribbons to like Harry and me his pecs are fighting for room on his now thick frame. But Dan's back was rippling with hard lean muscle and hard cobblestone abs that he could not keep his hands off. He flexed in a most muscular and you could hear the blood rush into his muscles as his lats thickened and his neck and traps swelled almost losing his face sporting a shit-eating grin. Like joined all four of us in the middle of the room flexing and watching others muscles grow. Luke growled as he flexed his biceps we watched as his forearms swelled and pulsed with each heartbeat then his huge arms exploded with size. I touched his arm and felt the power as my hand could not hold it back. We all stopped as we heard screams of pain! It was Ben he looked beefed up but not thick muscle or a huge cock like Jordan that was still gooned out with his monster. "What the fuck Ben!" Harry shouted. Ben was about 8 feet tall with his tee shirt like a crop top. And his trackie bottoms look like shorts. His hands are like shovels he was trying to get to his trainers and fell on the floor. "Hey! Get them off! Get them the fuck off!" He shouted. Too late his new Nike trainers ripped open and ten huge toes bust out. "Ahhhh!" Ben sighed "Fuck they where new!" " Hmmm, they all seem to be reacting to the virus in different ways? " said another voice from the TV. "What was the dose, sergeant?" " 6 - 8 hits" replied the original voice. "OK send in the containment team to administer the anti-virus. Sergeant. Otherwise, it will be only a matter of time before they are huge muscle chavs. All these chavs are no more than lab rats." " Doc. They heard you" replied the voice. As we all stopped and listened, "Fuck Ben what have you got us into?" Ben's huge hands grabbed the packages of poppers and smashed the bottles. "No!" Came the second voice from the TV. "They will get the full dose and be carriers of the super soldier virus weapon." "Contentment Team go!" Said the voice into a radio. "Come on guys breath it in! I want muscle like you guys!" Ben said between long-breathed in. Jordan stopped playing with his monster dick to breathe in the poppers. Our heads buzzed, and we started to drool as we took hit after hit. "Yes, Fuck YES!" Ben about in excitement as his long thin arms flexed and bubbled. His shoulders grew thicker and broader apart as his pecs swelled with power and size. Ripppp! As his tee shirt opened and huge pecs sprung forward and lay grew like wings on his back. His sweat pants and briefs shredded as his body changed from an 8 foot Golam to a huge pro bodybuilder. Thick cords of muscle flex and grow on his thighs fighting for on if his balls at are almost the size of Jordans. Ben Cock thickens and grows over and down his now huge man ball sack. I head more moans and sounds of expanding bodies came from behind me. Nick's upper body was catching up with his tree trunk legs. A solid wall of muscle abs thick and gleaming with sweat stretched up to thick pecs that grew each breath he took. Thick shoulders are getting broader each second. As Nick's legs yes longer but just as thick, as his manhood grew long then pushed out by thick thighs and huge balls. Ben's apartment was getting full of swelling muscle chavs. The smell of poppers mixed in with a gym poker room. I felt powerful and the weight of my thick Cock and huge balls tugging on my skin around my hard abs. And rubbing up with other guys growing thick hard muscle with thick veins was making me horny. I was not the only one as I soon felt a huge wet Cock head on my back. Furniture was getting crushed as we rubbed up against each other and our head is up against the roof. Jordan pushed the roof is gave way I covered my head from all the debris and ended up face to face with Luke's Cock head. I couldn't help it. I clamped my lips around his leaking foreskin and pushed my tongue into his piss slit. Jordan moaned with pleasure; I grabbed his thick calves they flex as he moved his weight around. I was sure I could still feel his body growing. I was sure I was still growing as I felt my glutes flex as I thrust my Cock. "Trust you, Will!" Shouted Dan. " we need to break out of here first. " I unclamped my mouth from Jordan's monster cock. And looked up at Dan trying not to think about his swinging semi. When six chav muscle mountains are wanting out of a building, nothing is going to stop them. Dan and Ben charge at the front wall, and we all follow as Jordan is the last to leave all that was Ben's apartment is now rubble. We can see no sign of the containment team. ========================================== Should I keep growing?

So I got this new boyfriend... he's a bodybuilder that I met at the gym... I know, I know, it's f'ing crazy! This guy is crazy! Totally not my type. You know I go for clean-cut guys, boys with metro style and model-quality muscle. So this guy drinks Bud, listens to death metal and country, and drives a freakin HUGE pick 'em up truck that's dirty as shit. So much for my Mercedes driving pretty boys. And you know I always top... I banged the fuck out of those twunks! Well get this, uh... the first time we met at the gym he hit on me hard, I mean aggressive. Dude wanted to hook up BAD. So we go back to my place and he proceeds to tear me a new asshole with his thick ol' cock. I've never taken anything like that before. I'm usually the one plowin ass! This muscle freak dominated the fuck out of me and then completely unloaded a metric shit-ton of cum all over my face! I was still trying to process the whole experience days later. All I could think about was that ripped muscle monster man-handling me. My asshole was just starting to feel better when he hit me up on facebook, "Hey man, sorry about the other night. I'll take you out for some dinner to make up for it." I was totally confused. This guy was the polar opposite of my type. In fact, I hated tatted up redneck honky-tonk fucks. But I just couldn't resist. So, he picked me up in his dirty-ass pickup truck. I had to climb all the way up in like I was scaling Mt Everest or something, diesel fumes stinking, rumbling and loud as fuck. Anyway, he took me to a fairly nice restaurant and was actually very nice, even gentlemanly I might say, and not stupid either. Plus I got to stare at his freaky forearms all evening, inhumanly thick, crisscrossed with popped-up veins. This guy was definitely a bodybuilder. His shoulders were so broad it was like out of a comic book, and his traps pushed the collar of his shirt up to his ears. This country boy was starting to grow on me. I stared at his ass while walking back to his truck like I was an adolescent boy or something. His wranglers could barely contain his muscle butt, and bodybuilder thighs made the jeans look more like leggings. I did my best to burn in my memory the image of his massive bulge as he helped me up in the truck. This dude had a fucking hog, and some serious bull balls to match. He drives me back to my place. "Come in for another drink," I suggest, and he agrees. "You know I'm a bodybuilder right?" he asks inside. "Yea, looks like it," I answer. And before I know it he's peeling off his jeans to reveal his massive striated quads, crazy rock hard and ripped to shreds. Not only that, but he's not wearing any briefs, just a tiny, skimpy pair of competition briefs with spaghetti-thin straps and a MASSIVE bulging pouch that is STRETCHED to its limits. He reaches down and adjusts his package. Oh fuck! He's wearing a cock ring! After the adjustment, everything gets shoved back in the pouch resulting in a MONSTEROUS bulge that defies gravity and sticks way out, macho as fuck! "I need to practice my posing. Wanna help me out?" "Uh, ok," I managed to eek out. The shirt came off a fraction of a second later. His waist is tight, narrow, shredded. His chest, arms and back are huge, swole, jacked up, very unlike a normal 'fit' guy. This is different. This is bodybuilder different. I mean, I'm fit. I hit the gym hard and take some pride in my muscles being big and well defined, but when I get next to Dillon, I look like a ten year old boy. His pecs stick out past his stomach and create deep shadows, emphasizing their size. They ripple and pop with each little move. His arms are massive like a comic book hero's, only his are real, and right in front of me. God those triceps stick out... normal people do not have arms this thick! His delts sit like huge round cannon balls on top of his arms and his traps pop out for that extra freak factor. Fuck! He hasn't even started posing yet and I'm rock hard! By the end of my private muscle show, I was naked from the waist down with a raging hard on and Dillon's cock was fully erect laying flat up against his stomach, while his balls continued to occupy his posers, making a bulge that would still be the envy of most bodybuilders. So I walk over on my knees and start to suck... clearly he was waiting for this, because he started to face fuck me. That fucker had me licking his cock and sucking his tip for no more than 30 seconds before trying to shove that huge thing down my throat! I fell back choking and gagging. I've never trained my gag reflex or practiced deep throating, and now he thinks I'm going to swallow that monster?! Crack! He gives me a good firm slap across my cheek. Fuck! I used to be the one slapping little bitch twinks around in bed. Acting like a dominating muscle stud. I couldn't even begin to try and slap this guy around. And before I could even finish my thought, I felt his strong hand on the back of my neck guiding his monster cock back towards my mouth. Well, no time to train my gag reflex or practice with a dildo because Dillon just decided he was going to do it anyway! I couldn't believe something so thick and so fat could even fit in my mouth, let alone go down my throat... all the way down my throat. Holy fuck his giant bull balls were all the way up to my chin, my eyes felt like they were popping out. My neck felt like it would explode. His hand let go and his giant python slid back out of my throat, allowing me to gasp for breath, my face red and saliva dripping from Dillon's monster. I coughed, hacking, trying to catch my breath. He does it again. Oh my god it hurt! He goes in and out a bit and lets go again. I gasp for breath again as I stare at this muscle beast about to gag me again with his monster cock. His ripped sinewy abs are rippling and heaving as he breathes, huge thick heavy pecs tower over his tight narrow waist. Now I understand those tats. I hate tats, but these are war paint... heightening his intimidation, making him look scary. His cock comes back for a full-on face fuck. In and out, in and out, hard. I literally don't know if I'm going to survive this, and then right as full panic sets in, he pulls back out and blasts my face with cum. I've never seen cum like that... he just blasts me over and over and over, painting my face with thick cum. It's all over my lips and mouth, up my nose, dripping from my brow, in my hair, on my chest. Fuck! I've hardly caught my breath before he throws me on my hands and knees and I could feel the cool lube being squirted on my exposed asshole, then the intense pain of his long thick cock entering my ass. Fuck! What kind of monster is this guy? I though he was done, now he's gotta stick it in another hole. I'm looking over at myself in the hallway mirror, cum all over my face, cum dripping from my ear, a look of despair... He's got a fist full of my hair holding my head up and back as he rides me. I see his huge arm extended out, packed with muscle on top of muscle. His arm measurement has to be as big as my leg measurement, fuck, bigger... and he's shredded! His tricep is popped, sticking out like crazy with striations and veins. And his unflexed bicep is just sitting there on top of his arm like some massive mound of meat. And those forearms... intertwined with thick woven ropes of muscles. Popping out like some enormous giant muscle group. What a fucking muscle monster! Dude's in full on beast mode! I though he was going to go soft after blowing that load, but no, he's still rock hard and plowing me like a mother-fucker. He's got to be at least 12 inches... feels like 24. Thank god it wasn't long before he flips me on my back, pulls out and shoots AGAIN all over my chest and 'abs'. "Nice job city boy," says Dillon as I lay there about to cry. He's trying to sweet talk me with his country twang. "Wasn't so bad now, was it?" Fuck yea it was bad, I thought. I'm trying not to loose it. "Pose some more," I manage to get out laying on my back. He smiles. His cock is softening and hanging down, but still engorged and full. His muscles are swole, pumped up from all the exercise and excitement. I can't believe his body. I've never been with a bodybuilder before. He starts hitting poses, abs and thigh, double bicep, most muscular. Fuck, this guy looks bigger than the pros. I'm now rock hard and beating off furiously. "Hey Dillon, try those posers back on," I shouted out, gaining more confidence. He smiled and happly obliged. I love a good bulge, and a rediculously obscene bulge it was. He struggled to cram everything back into the pouch. "That's a good look for your next comp!" I said, his swollen package barely contained by the fabric. I feel like I'm in a fantasy. "Yea! Extra points for the complete package!" he agreed grabbing his bulge. I can't hold it anymore and I blow my load all over myself. Shot all the way up to my face! Coating myself with more cum on top of all of Dillon's. He's still flexing away like some sort of porn star/muscle monster/bodybuilding champ. What a fuck! I slip back on my briefs, and Dillon re-applies his skin tight wranglers before sauntering back out to his truck, shirtless, shoeless glistening with sweat in the street lights, and he drives off in the middle of the night. Facebook again, Dillon is keeping in touch. We're asking about each other. Talking about our growing relationship. He sends me a ticket to his upcoming bodybuilding show, and I'm ecstatic! I've never been to a competition before, although I wacked off to a few on TV. Competition day comes, damn this is a good seat. How the fuck am I going to conceal my hard on while watching a parade of muscle studs?! Anyway, Dillon show up on stage for comparison and my heart skips a beat... fuck he looks good, tan under the stage lights. OK, he's not bigger than Phil or Kai like it seemed before, but god damn is he huge and shredded! You know, after a good workout, I used to think that I looked like a competition ready bodybuilder... haha was I fucking wrong! And oh my god, the package between Dillon's legs is beastly! Everyone else on stage looks like they have a little colored triangle patch in front of their crotch, but not Dillon. He's got a fucking PACKAGE! What a stud. The other competitors are looking over, catching quick glances of what a real man's bulge looks like. Dillon's acting like nothing, just smiling big, oh shit, he just found me and winked. Is he getting hard? His swelling cock is starting to strain his posers, but he's able to keep it under control. There's no way that thing could contain Dillon's fully erect cock! They turn for a side pose and his bulge is obscene, sticking out, packed FULL to the limit. Everyone else's bulge disappears behing their thighs, but not Dillon's. Nowhere for that to hide. My non-expert eye can't quite tell if he's going to come out on top or not. The pre-judging is over and Dillon comes out to say hi... wearing nothing more than his skimpy competition posers... "I made the cut to be in the evening show," he said excitedly. Dam he looked hot! This is the first time I really ever saw him up close like this. He was musty smelling and sweating from all the posing. My eyes lingered at his massive protruding package, and scanned across his impossibly thick muscled quads. "Yea, that's awesome!" I said, despite the fact that my mind was way elsewhere. There's nothing more that I wanted to do than sling those briefs under his gigantic nuts and start sucking that cock! He clearly noticed me staring... "Hey, I'm doing a special posing routine just for you," Dillon said as he grabbed his package with a wide open grip and shook it a little, giving a coy grin. God, you could just see the weightiness of it. It's substantial size and mass made evident by the grab. "Noticed how turned on you were the other night by my package, so I'm highlighting it in my posing routine." And with that he winked and went back stage. Damn, it always seems as though I'm left staring at that rock hard muscle butt has he walks away! Any what the fuck does a special posing routine mean? The evening show begins, and several other bodybuilders go first. They are hot... it's like foreplay... they pose to music, acting cocky and strutting around. I have to admit, they're fucking jacked! Then Dillon comes on stage, and he looks HUGE. Instaboner for me! And it doesn't take long for me to see what's special about his routine. In the prejudging he was very calculated, doing all the mandatories and nothing extra. Now he was one fire! I swear to you he didn't stop touching his posers. Every pose he did he managed to tug and pull on those thin little poser straps, making his package bulge up, down, sideways. There was no overlooking the fact that he was HUNG AS FUCK. Dillon made it cocky and in your face. He tugged up hard on both straps for his lat spread. He hooked both his thumbs under the straps and tugged his posers down low, low, low to show his abs. Fuck, I thought I saw the top of his dick for a minute... One pose he grabbed just one of the straps and pulled it so far out I though it might snap! God his package was huge! There were even a few times where he just grabbed it, made some 'fuck yea' faces to the audience. I was cumming in my pants. He ended up winning the overall despite being marked down for "inappropriate posing gear". Best of all, he immediately hustled me back to his hotel room. Blew off all the interviews, gave up any extra money from post-contest photo shoots, said he'd pick up the trophy and check later. Back in the room, he immediately pulled off his sweats. Fuck! Dillon still had his posers on...