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PART 2 These pictures are photoshop paintings NOT AI, so if anyone wants a commission lmk! Here's a link to my twitter too https://x.com/aeszor/status/1772138340118052928?s=46&t=kvqTg6fKXSPTYbiigRXNzQ I arrived at my horrible fourth period lunch. I got unlucky and was scheduled for the earliest lunch you could get. 10:30 am and I’m eating pizza and tater tots. It’s horrible, but everyone knows that, so the cafeteria was quieter than other rambunctious lunch periods. At the front of the cafeteria sat the football jocks. It was august, so they still wore some skimpy outfits that revealed their unrivaled beef. I stared at one seated guy in a navy tank top. His pale muscle tits stretched the front of his shirt taught, it was only a matter of time before the poor fabric would tear in the front. I followed his thick bull neck up to his handsome clean shaven face, his brown almond eyes were staring right at me. I flinched and felt my face burn red, but he started laughing, and began popping his big pecs. I watched as those huge tits bounced back and forth, I was totally mesmerized by this hunks show from across the cafeteria, and as I stared at them, I noticed the navy fabric fraying in the front. I couldn’t help myself, I was completely lost in a trance, and my influence was doing the same to him. “Quit staring homo,” I felt someone yank on my wrist right as I heard the fabric tear from the other side of the cafeteria. I barely caught my balance as I turned to see the assailant, my childhood friend Elijah. “Don’t do that to me Eli!” I yanked my hand free of his grasp. “I really thought I was getting hate-crimed.” “Better me than someone else, staring at roided football players isn’t in your best interest dummy.” He smiled and patted at the open seat right next to him. He’s right though, I was glad it was him. We’d been friends since we were neighbors as little kids, and when I came out to him this summer, he replied “good, cuz I’m not straight either.” I sat down at the table next to him. Across from us sat our friend Niah. “Eli you’re so mean to poor Eric,” she made puppy dog eyes at me. “How could you hurt my angel!?” I laughed, “aw Niah! This is why you’re in my will and Eli isn’t.” Eli cocked his head at me. “You’re writing your will?” “Yeah just in case I drop dead next time you hate-crime me, it’s all going to Niah.” Niah cheered, Eli smiled and rolled his eyes. We started talking about our classes, Niah had a packed schedule with advanced classes and extracurriculars, while Eli sat on the other end of the spectrum with a workload lighter than a feather. I was somewhere in the middle, I wanted to challenge myself, but I’m disorganized and a bad procrastinator. “I do have honors biology after this with coach C.” “I’ve heard he’s a hardass,” Eli said. “He definitely seems a little strict,” I smiled and tucked my hair behind my ear. “He’s kinda hot though…” Niah shrieked at that comment. “Stop! You’re not wrong about that!” “Y’all are WEIRD,” Eli yelled. “I’m not surprised hearing that from you though Eric, based on the men in your family, you must only like bodybuilders.” I rolled my eyes, Niah scrunched her nose. “What does that mean?” The cafeteria door swung open, and in walked the biggest guy at school. His towering 6 foot 4” (193cm) frame was stacked with massive dense muscle, his heaving thick pecs entered the room before he did, stretching taught the black fabric of his tight shirt. You could tell he got off on everyone’s eyes on him as he swaggered to the other football jocks. Though he wasn’t the tallest in the school, his overall size was unrivaled, even by the hulks at the football table. He stood joking with his buddies, displaying his long muscular legs and tight bubble butt trained from years of sprinting. They packed the tight denim of his jeans near to bursting. “Woah, he’s fucking massive” Niah shouted, both hands pressed to the cafeteria table as she gawked. “That’s Josh Wells, the star quarterback,” Eli was facing him too, staring dreamily at the giant muscle bull. I kept facing forward though, and hoped the brute wouldn’t come my way. But I wouldn’t be so lucky, as I felt the crushing weight of his muscled arm slide over my shoulder. “Sup tiny bro?” God he sounded like such a douche, you could tell he forced his voice deeper than it really was. “Hi Josh,” Eli said, waving enthusiastically with stars in his eyes. “Oh shit, what’s up Eron?” “Why are you here?” I asked before Eli could correct him. “You don’t have lunch this period.” He chuckled. “I’ve taken shits more interesting than this history class,” he flexed his softball size bicep as Eli and Niah stared slack jawed. “So that’s what I told the teacher I was doing.” He finished flexing and stole a tater tot from my lunch tray. Before he could put it in his mouth I grabbed his hand and tried to pry it from his grasp. “Get your own, asshole!” “Hey!” I felt his other arm loop around my throat as he put me in a headlock. His swollen bicep crushed my face, while the other side pressed against his inhuman forearm. “Respect your elders! I’m triple your size, why can’t you be generous with your big bro huh? I need to keep feeding these BIIG biceps.” I desperately clawed at his rock solid network of muscles, obviously to no avail. Without dad around to keep him in check, Josh acted like a complete jerk. “Let go of me motherfucker,” I desperately shouted, my face burning red against his sweaty arm, but that just made him squeeze tighter. “Call me that again you fucking wimp,” he said through clenched teeth, but I couldn’t even if I wanted to, as his bicep prevented any air from reaching my lungs. But Josh wasn’t done, he needed to take the chance to humiliate me further, so he stood up to his 6’4” height and fully suspended me in the air with the headlock. My feet were violently kicking in the air as I heard gasps and laughs from the onlookers in the cafeteria. My hand was hurting from slamming it against his giant arm, and just before I thought I was gonna pass out, he dropped me and my ass slammed down back into the bench. I gasped for breath, bracing myself against the table. Making sure to salt the wound, Josh’s big claw came down and stole the rest of my tater tot’s with a single hand full. He opened his mouth wide and sloppily chowed down on my lunch. “Catch ya later dweeb” he said with his mouth full, and left the cafeteria with his heavy footfall. After he left, I felt Niah’s hand on my shoulder. “Holy shit are you okay Eric?” I just gave her a thumbs up from over my shoulder, I was still regaining my breath from that. “I fucking,” I sucked air in. “HATE HIM” “What a cocky asshole,” Eli said, his eyes still following my brother. “But I’m not gonna lie Eric, I would have paid money to be in that headlock.”

“So, you somehow rented out the gym for an entire night? How did you manage this, Parker? I have to say that this would have had to be really expensive, right?” “Uh, no? I know the gym owner, so he made up a story about how the gym needed to close for a couple of days to take care of a few things that needed renovated or something like that. Something about fixing the showers or updating some of the machines. It was a very convincing story I thought. Most, if not all, of the members believed it. I would have believed it too.” “Yeah, I did read that on Tiktok and Bluesky. I don’t get why we would need the entire gym to ourselves though. This makes me incredibly nervous, and I wonder if I can fully trust you. You have tried to trick your friends before.” “You have known me for literally 12 years Vik. Besides, you had to know that the reason why I met you here at the gym was because I am a sports scientist, and I have been working on ways to enhance the gym going experience.” Vikram stares at Parker glassy-eyed and realizes why he is there. “OH! No no no no... no... Parker, I didn’t sign up for this. You know how I feel about those experimental projects you have been working on with Kyson. I have no interest in becoming a guinea pig for you or him.” Parker grabs his arm and nervously giggles as he stops him from trying to move towards one of the gym exits. “Vik...I... uh...well I admit that I have sort of dreamt about you becoming a huge, hunky, Indian hulk on more than one occasion. Besides, don’t you remember how much fun we had spending time together at the beach a few months ago? All the big muscle that passed us by there.” Vik sighs as he relaxes just a bit and is then embraced by Parker. The two men stand there hugging each other for a couple of minutes as Vik then surprisingly leans in to kiss his friend’s lips. Parker caresses his Indian friend’s soft black beard before they finally separate. “See...you know how much we like each other. I just want to turn you into my beautiful musclebound beefcake, Vik. You are already so handsome and... uh...I just have this thought to see you...” “You will have to do it too then Parker. I will be extremely pissed off if you do this to me and don’t reciprocate on yourself. This is your insane plan to turn me into a freak and well...I also have to admit that I have this fantasy of you experimenting on yourself with a growth formula.” Parker laughs and kisses Vikram on the lips again. They walk to the back offices together and go into one of the rooms to continue their conversation. “Are you wearing your workout clothes Vik? Here is what I am wearing.” The scientist takes his button-up shirt off and is wearing a white tank top. He then takes his dress pants off and is wearing black gym shorts. He already has sneakers on and is showing that he is well-toned but isn’t greatly developed. Vik sighs again as he takes his own button-up shirt off and is wearing a blue tank. He slowly takes his jeans off and is wearing matching gym trunks, showing off his skinny legs and torso. He is wearing loafers, which makes Parker giggle. “Well, I guess that was probably smarter to wear than what I have on.” “I wasn’t entirely sure what to wear. This was my best guess considering what I thought would be just a regular gym session. I didn’t know that you were going to test one of your concoctions on me.” “It isn’t a concoction silly.” He pulls four vials out of the desk in the office. Vikram stares at them in jest. “Four? How many of us were you planning on trying this out on Parker?” He laughs as he puts them back in the drawer and pulls out a single unlabeled bottle from the same drawer. “I just wanted to see your reaction to them. Those are actually vials of GH. The gym owner has those in his desk for himself. I put my secret stash in here as well. This bottle is what I have been working on. They are just capsules, but they have stuff in them that nobody will be consuming except us...and possibly a couple lucky growers.” “Pills? Really? That isn’t what I was expecting. I figured you were going to jab me with something. Well at least that is a relief.” “Yeah, the stuff in these capsules is activated once your hormones begin to travel through your system. In other words, you can expect things to happen if you get aroused or amped up by working out.” “Aroused? Well then you need to take the first one then. I will certainly respond once I see you start growing.” The scientist unlocks the cap and plops two of the pills in his hand. He points to one of them and has Vikram take it. He then quickly flips the remaining capsule into his mouth and swallows it before locking the bottle. He remembers to get two small bottles of water out for them. The thin Indian doesn’t put it in his mouth yet. “Open your mouth, Parker.” “Damn, you are paranoid Vik.” He opens up and shows that it isn’t hidden anywhere before closing his mouth. He even opens one of the water bottles to drink it. “Down it goof. I did what you wanted me to.” “Fuck, I feel like I am being used by you, but for some reason I feel like you are confident that this would work if you took it.” Vikram puts the pill in his mouth and swallows it while also guzzling water. He is now leaning against his friend and seems more relaxed now that they have proceeded with this. Parker has his right arm around his back and is holding him against him. “Heh, here I was expecting you to get more worked up, but now you are calming down. I am not sure it will work if you stay this way.” “I am just glad that you are being real with me Parker. Do I have to do something to make you, you know...get beautiful?” Parker lightly punches him in the gut and makes a few ‘hmmphs’ as he lets go of Vikram and starts walking back into the main gym. The Indian follows behind him and grins at him. The scientist then turns around and starts to moan. “Maybe you don’t deserve me if I am beautiful mister...mmm...oh yeah...this stuff is already starting to work...” He points down at his legs as they begin to swell. The muscle fibers quickly thicken as his quads and hamstrings stretch his shorts to their limits. He reaches down to rub on his cock as it also starts to grow. His breathing intensifies as his excitement accelerates, feeling his pecs and arms squeaking as they begin to expand as well. He can see that Vikram is becoming entranced by what is happening to him and fully expects his friend to lose control of his inhibitions at any moment. “Ah Vik...I really had no clue that this would be so incredibly intoxicating. The hormones are flooding my mind and my muscles. MMM...you are entirely responsible for this you know that? I can’t imagine myself ever going back to the way I looked before this started.” Parker grunts in delight as he watches his biceps and triceps swelling bigger and squeezes his forearms with both of his hands, feeling them bulging with power. His pecs are now stretching his tank to the point that there is now a huge gap in between the fabric and each impressive mound. Vikram can feel things stirring within himself, but he is groaning, trying desperately to stay in control of his current self, watching in earnest as his friend continues to hulkout. “OH YEAH BABY! I am becoming a fucking huge alpha beast. I need to turn around to look at myself transforming Vik.” The growing beast turns to stare directly into the mirrors and begins flexing. The pump is enough for his shorts to rip all the way up to his waist as his big cock flops out and stands erect towards the mirror. His huge bubble butt has now freed itself and is making Vikram moan deeply as the Indian tries to keep his own manhood from escaping from his trunks. Parker has now ripped his gym shorts completely off and thrown them onto a nearby bench. His tank top tears in multiple places from the back as he grunts loudly feeling his immense chest do the same from the front. He pulls it off and bounces his huge beefy melons for several seconds, also studying his defined face and running his hands all over his thick manly mounds and his blocky six pack. He can feel himself getting ready to cum. “Vik...baby...I love my muscles so much that I am going to...AHH!” Parker blasts the mirrors with his massive load, showering them numerous times and shouting in pleasure as he lustfully stares back at his Indian friend at the same time, making sure that he is still eyeing him. He finishes unloading and turns back around to walk over to the Indian. “It is your turn mister. Oh...erraagghh...” He grunts as his feet finally emerge from his sneakers. “Ha, I completely forgot I was wearing those. I put on so much mass that these shoes felt like nothing against my feet.” He puts both of his hands on Vikram’s face and rubs on his beard slowly. He can feel his friend trembling from the excitement and nervousness. The hunky white beast then leans in to squeeze his huge pythons along his partner’s sides and picks the Indian up in his arms. “Look at me Vik. Am I beautiful to you now? I look and feel so fucking huge, and I want you to do the same. I crave a big, luscious, olive-skinned beast.” “Err Parker...I can feel it building up so much inside me...I can’t stop it any more...I can only think about...OHH...GROW...ING...” The white beast moans as he feels his friend starting to expand in his arms. Vikram’s lower half rapidly expands as it forces Parker to let go of him as the Indian lands on the floor. His loafers explode off his feet and go flying into the walls. His gym trunks can do very little to contain the big uncut power tool that is now arching its way down Vikram’s massively expanding right quad. He stares into the white beast’s eyes and laughs as he feels the growth moving into his upper body. His loose blue tank is now being filled with thick furry mounds of flesh popping out from every crevice of the Indian’s frame. He can feel his biceps and triceps inflating as he turns his attention to them and can’t believe that they are growing as big as they are. The thick garden hose veins on each arm stretching from his wrists all the way up to his shoulders makes him start leaking on the floor. Parker is now brushing up against Vikram and is rubbing his partner’s thick man meat. “YES VIK! You are becoming the dreamboat I have always wanted to be with. I want you so much.” The olive beast grunts in delight as his trunks finally rip off his mammoth quads and pelvis as he grabs Parker and wraps his huge hairy cannons around him to pull him into his swelling chest. “RRAARR...I knew this would turn me into a dom... I could feel it deep within me. I am going to stretch that hot hole of yours Parker and you won’t want anyone else.” “Oh yeah baby...push that big, beautiful beast inside me. I want you to fill me up hairy daddy.” As he manages to separate the white beast’s huge quads to start sliding his cock inside his partner, Vikram sighs as his blue tank top surrenders to his incredible size, shredding under the weight of his immense man cleavage and his rock hard eight pack. Parker yells in pleasure feeling his friend penetrating him forcefully and reveling in the Indian’s amazing thickness. “I have wanted to top you for years Parker. Mm...” Vikram licks his lips as he feels Parker’s hole hugging his huge 11-inch beast like a glove. It has been one of his goals since the two men started taking things up a notch just a few months prior. They have now moved over to one of the workout benches as the Indian beast flips Parker onto his back, lifts his legs up in the air and sits them on his massive chest, and grunts as he positions himself over top of the white beast and growls as he pushes his thick rod all the way in. “OH, FUCKING YES VIK...” “You are my huge hunky power bottom Parker. I have so much milk in these huge balls of mine for you to consume. I am going to pound you so hard...mmm...then, I want to shower you in my thick load and watch as you smother yourself in my gorgeous body.” The huge hulking olive beast yells as he grips Parker’s thick calves and thrusts in and out of his lover. Feeling his cum flowing into his cock after several minutes of intense fucking and the sweat pouring off both hulks, he pulls out of the white bodybuilder and lets his seed start to coat his partner in waves. “OH FUCK YEAH DADDY! Feed me that load!” “RRAARRHH...MMM...open that beautiful mouth Parker. He wants to be drained properly by a hungry mouth.” Vikram sits him up and shoves his big beautiful uncut furry cock in Parker’s face as it continues to squirt its juicy milk all over him. He slowly opens his lips as it slides down his throat. He shutters in pleasure as he gets very acquainted with it. His thick neck muscles flex as the Indian beast moans staring down at his lover as he begins swallowing his wet goo. “AHH...I am in love with you hunky white beast. I feel like I could cum for days.” Parker pulls his thick snake out to look up at him and smiles. “Well, you know I would gladly play with this gorgeous beast for eternity, Vik.” He lovingly strokes him, making the huge olive hulk grunt in pleasure. He picks Parker up off the bench and locks his lips on his lover’s. The two beasts moan loudly as they massage each other passionately, squeezing their muscles together and giggling in delight. They both are reveling in the intoxicating scent in the air that they have created from their fluids and their musk. “MMM...we smell fucking good daddy. This place has been christened by both of us as the growth gym.” Vikram agrees as Parker caresses his partner’s huge hairy chest and lays his head on the Indian’s massive pec shelf as they stand there together. They both turn their heads at the same time and notice that they have a bystander, who has dropped their gym bag on the floor. “WHAT THA...is that...you Parker? And... WOW...is this your friend Vikram?” “Ah, hello there Gregg. I can’t thank you enough for allowing us to use your establishment here to further develop...my studies...and to...well...I think you see that it has been successful, right?” “Uh...oh yeah guys. You are both looking freaking huge...and mmm...it smells really ripe in here as well.” The older man starts moaning under his breath as he takes in the manly vapors that have permeated the gym floor. He is the gym’s owner, judging by his polo with the gym’s name on it in green and gray letters. He is wearing a pair of jean shorts that show off his nicely toned legs and is wearing sock shoes. The bald, mustachioed, 49-year-old is now running his hands along his chest, as he feels his pecs starting to inflate, his nipples stretching the fabric and making his cock twitch as it begins to form a giant outline along the left side of his shorts. The two beasts are now encouraging his muscles to keep growing. “OH YEAH GREGG! We could both use another beast to come and join us.” “MMM...yeah what Parker said. Hulkout for us big daddy!” “GRR...yeah, I have been hungering to get bigger boys. Make me blow up so I can join your party here.” Gregg grunts in delight as his feet tear through his shoes and his swelling quads start to strain the fabric on his shorts. He especially loves the feeling of his upper body testing the limits of his shirt as he flexes his expanding biceps and grins as he watches them continue to inflate. “MMM...all those supplements were such a fucking waste of time...I could have just waited until now to...AHH...it feels so fucking GOOD. My cock is getting so fat and veiny.” The middle-aged man looks down and sighs as his cock starts ripping its way out of his shorts. It swells even bigger as he feels it twitch and shoot several ropes of cum across the room. The two other hulks moan in delight as they continue to watch Gregg growing. He moans louder as his swelling biceps and triceps make loud stretching noises. The veins pulse and expand to twice their size. He strokes his big tool as they walk over to get an even better look at him. “Yeah, beast man, get huge. Me and the Indian hulk are hungry for some more muscle and milk, right Vik? “You better fucking believe I am ready for more, Parker.” They both get down on their knees and start messing with Gregg’s big cock as he feels his shorts give way, releasing his thick tree trunk-sized quads from their prison as well as his expanding ass, which Vik has taken a liking to. The bald beast looks down at both of them and laughs as his pecs start to rip his polo. The sound of the fabric tearing excites all three of them as they leak profusely. Parker and Vikram take turns slurping on Gregg’s veiny shaft. “OH, FUCK BOYS! Daddy Gregg has some more spunk he can share. There is so much power raging in these muscles too, appreciative of what you have done for them. I can’t think you both enough for this.” Both beasts savor the older man’s thick frothy load as they take turns gulping it down as Gregg marvels at how quickly he is able to destroy his polo with his back and chest. His thick abs heave in delight as he greedily rips his top off and slings it to the side. He starts flexing his huge round biceps and wide chest when Vikram gets up off his knees and starts lovingly punching him in his gut, making him react in delight. Parker also gets up off the floor after finishing his cock meal and looks into Gregg’s eyes, petting the older beast’s thick furry chest, and then moans as he leans down to lock his mouth on the gym owner’s huge left pec. Vikram is now trying to maneuver himself in between Gregg’s massive glutes with his bloated brown cock. Gregg is laughing as he attempts to do so as the three beasts enjoy themselves immensely. Unbeknownst to all three of these hulks, another man has quietly entered the gym from a back entrance and has ventured into Gregg’s office. He quickly put his briefcase down on the floor, along with a gym bag that he brought with him. He can hear them down the hall moaning and groaning with each other and can smell their vapors. It is Kyson, the Spanish-born lab partner of Parker’s, and he is intensely shy. The man unfortunately is unprepared for what he is about to experience. Still wearing the dress clothes that he put on at the beginning of the day, he had just left the lab where he was working on more research for another project he was going to present to Parker in a few days. He is inhaling the intense man scent of each of the beasts, and it is already making him feel a bit excited. “MMM...Parker has done it this time. I had no idea it would be...so...ahh...” He can feel his legs and arms expanding beneath the fabric of his shirt and pants. He goes into one of the other rooms in the back and notices that there are mirrors everywhere in the room, so he gets even more pumped up. He moans watching himself growing as his chest starts swelling as well. The stretching sounds coming from his muscles is making his cock leak profusely as he stares at himself in the mirrors. “Ahh...this is something that I always thought was a pipe dream. Now...mmm...heh...it is really happening...” He can feel his feet getting ready to burst through his dress shoes as his expanding quads start ripping the seams on his pants. He can also feel his triceps doing the same to his white button-up shirt. He greedily puffs his chest out and grins as it starts testing the limits of the front. He reaches down to run his right hand along the thick outline of his Spanish cock and his left along the contours of his growing pecs and sighs. “Mmhmm...yyeess...the amount of testosterone and adrenaline pumping through me is so intoxicating...” Kyson watches his face become enveloped in a reddish-brown layer of fur, which is also making him smile. He can feel his ass and back muscles swelling to the point that they are about to emerge at any second from their confines. Interestingly, he feels like he can control the growth now and is savoring the feelings in his head. He looks down at his shoes as his growing toes start tearing through his shoes. “AHH...I love it so much. I could easily fall in love with myself with all of this...mmm...heh...okay I guess you can be free...” The Spanish-American feels his huge biceps tearing through his sleeves as his glutes shred the back of his pants. His cock is getting extremely hard, as it prepares to rip itself out. He moans as he slowly lifts his arms, hearing more seams ripping along the sides of his shirt as his thickening lats begin to flare outward. His pits are filling to capacity with thick fur, which is quite visible to him in the mirrors. He grunts, flexing his huge biceps as they destroy even more of the sleeves, both arms now entirely exposed. He puts his arms back down to his side as he feels his chest starting to blast the top buttons on his top in the mirrors. “YUM! OH yeah...they are getting so big and beautiful...ahh...I think I have really huge fucking abs too...” His swelling neck and traps are now tearing seams as he looks on and stares intensely as his big, swollen pecs launch even more buttons into the mirrors and are now exposed. His big Spanish cock frees itself as his pants start to fall down his huge lower half. It throbs wildly as he continues to look on at his chest as it heaves, drenched in sweat. He rubs each round furry mound in pleasure while also running his fingers along each one of his big cascading abdominal slabs. “I am so fucking beautiful. MMM...seeing myself hulking out like this makes me want to...” “Want to what, Kyson?” Unknowingly, his beastly business partner has sneaked in behind him to catch the last parts of his transformation. Parker is now slowly wrapping his huge arms around the Spanish beast as he leans in to kiss him on his neck. The other two hulks enter the room a couple of minutes later to join them. Parker tears the rest of Kyson’s shirt off as he finds his Spanish partner’s hole and begins to enter him with his huge pole. The Spanish beast moans in delight as he gets tons of attention from behind. Vikram is now starting to give him attention from the front. “Whoa, you are freaking gorgeous. If I had to pick...well...let me just have some fun.” The huge Indian is now starting to suck on Kyson’s huge pecs as he vigorously strokes the Spaniard’s big cock. Gregg is standing beside them and is massaging everyone’s huge muscles as he gets ready to get off again. Will the chain continue to grow if more guys enter the gym during this time? I have no doubt what the answer would be, do you know?

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

Part 2 is in the works, bumping this to keep myself accountable hahaha

~~ONE HUNDRED~~ Jake feathered the muscle at the base of his cock. Pleasure exploded, rocketing around his body as the muscle vibrated back and forth, his expert control of the muscle sending his arousal sky high. Pre spurted from his cock, causing Diego to growl deeply as he continued to breathe in Jake’s musk around his hefty, roiling balls. Diego put his hands on Jake’s mammoth quads, pushing his legs further apart - well, more accurately, he encouraged Jake to spread his legs, who allowed his legs to spread wider, giving Diego easier access to all of him. As his legs spread, the muscles flexed and rippled, veins engorged with torrents of T-laden blood sitting up on the surface of the skin, lightning branching into every inch of his gargantuan mass. Jake let out his own growl of arousal as Diego continued to nuzzle into his balls and sniff deeply. He grabbed his shaft, gasping and shivering as arousal erupted from his ultra sensitive dick. He angled his prodigious dick down towards Diego, encouraging him. “Mmmmmm…. You smell good,” Diego growled, low and animalistic. Jake used his ability to ramp up not only his own arousal, but Diego’s as well, Diego’s lust and need feeding back via his sperm, arousing him even more. “You’re MINE, Rodriguez,” Jake whispered, gravelly and deep. “You WILL tell me what I need to know, and I’m going to blow your mind while you do it.” *** HE was horny. Horny and angry. “Angry” was an understatement. Who the fuck did these cunts think they were, abducting HIM? Locked in the bedroom, alone, HE did some bodyweight exercises like HE’d been shown, to loosen up HIS stiff muscles and joints from so many hours trapped in the boot. The pump HE’d felt horned HIM up, and encouraged HIM to amp up HIS levels again, bringing out HIS anger. Four of them, that HE knew of. If HE could get one of them alone, HE could probably get HIS cum into his mouth and use HIS ability, making it two on two… sort of. Not for the first time, HE wished HE had Jake’s abilities - Jake would be able to ejaculate across the room and aim his cumshot into his mouth. HE would have to improvise. Thinking about Jake horned HIM up even more, so HE was more than ready to blow. *** Amber thought quickly. She could try to run, but they’d no doubt find her, the trail of her body heat easily visible on the camera. No, she would have to try a different tack. It worked on Felipe, it would work on the other two as well. She closed her eyes, relishing the feelings as she ramped up her pheromone production, increased her arousal, blood flow increasing her breasts, her lips, and lubricating her, ready for a good dicking. Thinking of sex brought Jake foremost in her mind, memories of their first time together flooding back, increasing her arousal and making her wet, magnifying the effect she would have on her would-be captors. She wished she had better clothes and make up, but she would have to make do. She tore the front of her blouse, revealing her stunning cleavage, and removed her bra, allowing her aroused nipples to show through. She ripped the skirt she was wearing right up the side, revealing glimpses of her panties and showing more leg. The Hermanos were rummaging around inside the van, doubtless looking for the camera. It was now or never. *** HE bashed on the door, yelling. “Open up, fuckers!” HE stepped back, behind the door as HE heard footsteps approaching. The lock turned. The same guy that had led HIM into the room stepped in. For an instant, HE hesitated. He was a big guy, his broad back seemingly wider than the doorway. No time for second thoughts. HE pounced, jumping on his back. Before he could fully react, HE reached HIS hand across his mouth, spreading HIS cum all over. “Urgh, what the fuck?” he spat. “You’ll pay for that, puto!” he yelled as he easily pulled HIM off his back and threw HIM across the room. He wiped his mouth, vainly spitting out the thick, sticky fluid, but it was too late, HE had already set HIS sperm burrowing. Enraged, he stalked over to HIM, towering over HIM, menacing. But HE was smiling? WTF is wrong with this guy? he thought. Worse, HE was hard! Fucking faggot! “How many of you are there?” HE asked. “I’m going to fuck YOU up, faggot!” His kick to the ribs hurt, and nearly cracked one or two, but HE dulled HIS pain receptors, and curled up, waiting for HIS chance to control. *** “I hear you boys are looking for me,” she said, coquettishly, her voice sweet like honey. The three Hermanos looked up, startled by the angel standing by the van’s open door, backlight highlighting her hair and accentuating every curve. She ran her hands over her breasts, tweaking her nipples, moaning slightly as her arousal spiked. She licked her parted lips, their voluptuous volume extra plump. The Hermanos remained slack-jawed for a few more moments, bulges twitching as their cocks reacted. It was impossible not to react, she was stunning, and she was pouring out torrents of pheromones designed to addle brains and swell cocks. She smiled as she noticed their reactions, her smile dazzling, adding to the effect. Her smile faded as she heard the chopper, and her delicate spell was broken. *** “Sir, we’re two clicks out,” reported the pilot. “Remember, non-lethal until we know Amber and Scott are safe. After that…” Brad didn’t need to finish the sentence, his team was well versed in wet work. The chopper flew low over the rooftops, aiming for the precise location of the van. The plan was for the chopper to hover, whilst the team roped down, allowing the chopper to give the team an overview of the whole area. As they approached, Brad’s breath caught as he saw Amber. She was safe! His initial elation deflated as he saw the shotgun barrel, shortly before a Hermano exited the van and used Amber’s body as a shield, shotgun held under her chin.

Chapter Five Sam couldn’t stay hidden anymore after winning the local bodybuilding show. Every bodybuilding account on social media was posting about the 18 year old, 248lb freak who dominated his very first show. Of course, they didn’t know how much muscle he had gained in just three month to win that show. He received hundreds of messages from promoters, supplement companies and other bodybuilders. Sam ignored it all. He wasn’t interested in fame or attention, all he wanted was to keep growing. He was back at Brutus the day after the show to train chest. Max told him he could take a rest day but Sam wasn’t having it. After the initial buzz he created upon entering, he got down to business. Sam loaded the bench press bar with three 45lb plates per side for a 315lb warmup set. He easily cranked out 24 reps before sitting up, his still-tanned 52” chest already pumped to its maximum. He did 15 reps with 405lbs and slid under the bar, now loaded five 45lb plates per side. He had only pressed 495lbs for one rep, with Max as a spot, before. He gripped the bar and with considerable effort, lifted it off the rack. His pecs screamed in protest as he lowered the weight until it grazed the pulsing muscle. With a grunt, he drove the bar back up. A few of the larger gym members appeared on either side, offering to spot Sam for additional reps. As he lowered the weight again, their bodies moved in to help. “NO!” He grunted and pressed the bar back up, sweat trickling down the deep split between his pecs, puddled at his neck. Sam gripped the bar so hard, his hands turned white. With a primal growl, he lowered it, the onlookers gasping in shock and envy. At the bottom of the rep, the bar paused. Sam signalled to the men to approach, a number of their hands appeared, ready to help. “NO! PUSH DOWN!” Sam commanded. “Fuck kid, you’ll be crushed.” They yelled in protest. “PUSH!” Sam screamed and started to move the bar back up. His body trembled, the weights on the bar rattled and other’s held on but didn’t provide much additional resistance. At the top of the rep, with a calm but stern voice Sam said. “I SAID PUSH DOWN!” As they started to apply pressure, Sam felt his pecs protest. The pain was more intense than anything he had felt before. It was incredible. “YES! MORE! PUSH!” He screamed as the bar lowered. At the bottom of the rep, Sam could see their arms trembling as they finally listened. “MORE! AAAUUUGGGHHH!” Sam screamed, the pain in his chest was blinding but he refused to submit. It took close to thirty seconds to complete the rep and as the bar was cradled back to the rack Sam jumped off the bench in triumph. “DID YOU FUCKING SEE THAT?!” He screamed and turned to face his reflection. He ripped his stringer tank top off and crunched into a most muscular pose that dwarfed what he displayed on the bodybuilding stage just a day before. His chest was beet red and so pumped, what striations he lost were overshadowed by the sheer muscle mass. “LOOK AT THIS PUMP! FFFUUUCCCKKK!” He screamed. The crowd of onlookers could only stare in utter awe. “Thanks for the help.” Sam said to the crowd as they started to disperse. Sam stared at himself for a while longer before moving to the cables where he dropped the pins to 75lb per side and positioned himself between them. Standing cable flys were always Sam’s favourite. Even before he started lifting, seeing a huge bodybuilder performing the exercise drove him crazy. Watching their pecs split into jagged striations, their shoulders and arms ripple with power and their faces contort from the effort was incredible. Sam had never worked out without a shirt but didn’t think anyone would object. He gripped the handles and brought his hand together slowly. The brutal bench press set had fatigued his pecs but Sam needs more pain. Each rep felt like an eternity. When he reached 20 reps, he released the cables. His chest protruded so far from his upper body a dark shadow was cast over the top of his hard abs. He tried to bounce the blood-filled muscles but they were too bloated to respond. Sam moved the pins down to 100lbs each and started another set. He managed 14 reps before he was screamed in pain. Sam dropped the weights and stumbling away from the machine. The gym torture went on for hours. Every time Sam thought he could not longer move, he would catch a glimpse of his outrageously pumped, still contest-ready body and he’d force himself to perform another set. Sam had showered and eaten and was looking forward to relaxing for the rest of the day when he got a message from his father asking him to come over to the house right away. His parents paid for his apartment, which he was grateful for. He hadn’t seen them in months, and they hadn’t seen Sam for almost 100lbs. “SAM!?” His mother yelled when she opened the front door. Sam chose to wear a hoodie and baggy sweat pants but they did little to hide his dramatically larger body. “Hi mom.” He said as she hugged him before stepping away, not sure what she was feeling under his clothes. “What’s happened to you Sam? GARY, COME HERE!” Sam’s father came around the corner and stopped dead in his tracks. “SAM! What the-?” “I started working out.” He said with a goofy smile. “I-I-I just took a lasagna out of the oven. I should get dinner ready.” Sam’s flustered mother said as she hurried towards the kitchen. Sam followed his father into the living room. He sat on the sofa while his father just stared. Gary was always a health nut. Growing up, Sam remembered him running marathons, taking the family on long hikes and basically had always been very active. It frustrated Gary that Sam never showed much interested in anything physical. “Sam, I’m shocked! What happened?” “I finally got my shit together dad. I got tired of be a lazy, skinny geek.” “T-T-That’s great son but this is, this is…” “I know, it’s pretty crazy. Turns out, my body had responded really fast.” “Fast! Sam, you are HUGE!” Gary said, finally slumping onto a nearby chair. “I competed in my first bodybuilding show yesterday. I won the whole thing.” “Bodybuilding?” Sam unzipped his hoodie. Underneath he was wearing a t-shirt that was stretched across his bulging upper body. His intense chest workout a few hours before didn’t help hide his size. “OH MY GOD!” His father and mother, who had just walked in the room, exclaimed in unison. “Why would you want to look like that?!” Sam’s mother screamed. “You look so, so, gross!”. She stormed out of the room and back to the kitchen. “Sorry Sam.” Gary said, still trying to comprehend how his once small son now looked. “It’s ok Dad. I’m getting used to it. It doesn’t bother me, I know I look freaky.” “And you are ok with that?” “Yeah. In fact, I’ve always wanted to be like this. When I finally started working out, I knew I’d never want to stop. I just want to keep getting bigger.” “Bigger? Than this?” Sam was silent for a moment before responding. “Yes Dad. I want to get WAY bigger than this. I know it sounds crazy to you but it’s all I’ve ever wanted.” Gary ran his hand over his forehead, too stunned to respond. His eyes travelled over Sam’s massive 21” arms and 52” chest. He could see the striations on his shoulders through the t-shirt fabric and the veins on his traps. “This is going to take some getting used to Sam. Let me go see how mom’s doing and check on dinner.” Gary said as he slowly rose and left the room. Sam stood and walked to the large fireplace mantle. He looked at the numerous family photos on display. In every one, his parents smiled and Sam looked uncomfortable. Sam saw the unhappy, skinny kid staring back at him in every image. He looked up at his reflection in a large mirror hanging over the fireplace. He could only see his face and the top of his massive traps, but that was enough to make him smile. Skinny Sam was gone forever. He heard his father call him into the kitchen. The table was laden with food. His mother had clearly scrambled to find more food for Sam to eat. She stopped moving when he walked in, now standing, his swollen upper body on full display. She shot her husband a terrified look and silently took her seat and began filling a plate for Sam. “Thanks mom.” He said, noticing she didn’t make eye contact. They ate mostly in silence. Gary asked about Sam’s job and other trivial things. When the food was nearly gone, thanks to Sam’s voracious appetite, his mother excused herself. “Don’t worry Sam, she’ll come around.” Gary said as he started to clear the table. Sam helped. Sam filled the sink and started cleaning the pots and pans. Gary loaded the dishwasher. He came to stand next to Sam as he scrubbed the lasagna pan. Sam was rubbing hard, causing his arms to swell and his veins to crawl over his paper-thin skin. “My god Sam, look at your arm! I’ve never seen anything like it.” “Thanks dad, they are 21” and growing.” “Amazing.” Gary said and went to sit back at the table. “Sam, sit down.” Sam looked across at his dad, who had a look of concern on his face. “I need to ask you something and I want you to be honest. I’ve not as out-of-touch as you might think. I know there are a lot of products out there today that help people get big. I also know there are illegal substances you can use. Tell me; are you using steroids?” Sam didn’t see the point in lying. “Yes dad. It’s the only way I can get as big as I want to. I’m not being dumb about it though. I promise.” “That’s dangerous Sam, no matter what people say.” “I know the risks but I can’t stop dad. I NEED to get bigger. I know it sounds crazy.” “It’s not crazy Sam.” Gary said to Sam’s surprise. “I think what you have done is amazing and in such a short period of time. I can tell you are happy and I think, for the first time in your life.” Sam couldn’t stop the tears from filling his eyes. “I can’t say I total understand this, this obsession but…” “But?” “I want you to know I’ll support you with whatever you need.” Sam was shocked. He just stared at his father, tears running down his face. “I’ll up your allowance, help you with food, clothes, whatever you need. But you need to make me a promise.” “Anything!” Sam said. “Achieve your dreams, that’s all I ever wanted for you. Make yourself proud Sam.” Sam jumped up from the table and wrapped his arms around his father, lifting him a foot off the floor. “Whoah Sam, y-y-you’re hurting me!” Sam released his father and stepped back. “I’m sorry dad! I just don’t know what to say.” “You don’t have to say anything, you are my son and I love you. Your mom does too, just give her some time.” Sam arrived home to see a large deposit into his back account. He was still riding high from his dad’s reaction. He didn’t need more motivation to keep going but knowing his dad was on his side added additional fuel to the already raging fire.

Thanks so much, it's really good to hear people enjoying it, especially as it's quite niche! I think Pete gets the biggest so far. In Being Bigger, Adam already represents an outlier of what the serum can do, whereas Peter's story was just beginning. That being said I have two stories in draft right now, one featuring a guy who could maybe get bigger than Pete and the other blows him out of the water. The conclusion to Adam's spin off should be out in a day or two, I'm just editing it now.

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.

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.

I feel like if this guy and the Grindr Growth guy ever met, they'd start an infinite loop of growth!

It’s time for Sam to take things to the next level. Destiny calls - and that destiny is making himself immobile. Max and Gary will be with him all the way. Maybe Ben can even see the light and join the circle of Sam’s priests.

Can't wait his father in helping him to turn into a monster

I started working on an idea, but hit a block. Hope to come back to it though, definitely.

Maybe dad will start joining in on the gain train.

This place isn’t a club; it’s a hunting ground. At least, that’s the chief thought that runs through Sean’s head as he slinks into the bar with cat-like grace. He has a crooked smile on his face as he thanks the bouncer that lets him in - there’s no waiting in line for him any more, he’s practically part of the furniture here - then scans the crowd for new faces. One place he differs from his feline counterparts, however, is his choice of prey. He’s not looking for something tiny to pester and toy with. He’s in the market for something bigger. Much bigger. At 5’5”, and with a slim though toned frame, you’d hardly think he’d have the swagger to own the place. Yet he struts across the dancefloor like it all the same, receiving smiles - some warm, some false, several nervous - from those that recognize him. Today he’s decided on a more understated look - a simple tank top that cuts off at his midriff, exposing his flat but not ripped stomach, a pair of jeans and some comfortable shoes. Very few people are taken in by it though, his reputation well and truly proceeding him, and for good reason. This man is dangerous. His little tour around the club, taking stock of his kingdom, takes him inevitably upstairs and to the bar. It was always a packed affair, and he usually had people to go and queue for him - but today was different. Because standing at the bar, he had found his quarry. Sean was a man who felt he had seen it all and done it all and, due to his particular circumstances, he’d certainly done a lot more than most others. But as his eyes fall upon the individual waiting patiently for his turn at the bar, they can’t help but widen in surprise. He just hoped they weren’t bigger than his belly. The man is gigantic, and not just in a way that feels that way to the diminutive Sean. He’s gigantic in a way that stands head and shoulders above everybody around him. In a way that makes him broader than anyone close - huge burly muscles clearly visible through the near-transparent white shirt that fails valiantly at covering his tapering torso. His thick arms, bared to the bar, look thicker than Sean’s legs. The man’s jeans stretch to almost paper-thin across impossible quads, his long legs bulk outward to support his impressive frame. He was easily the biggest person Sean had ever encountered; and given his disposition, Sean had encountered several large people. His mind boggles at the possibilities. And yet, for all that size and power, which the attention of the club around him like a black hole, there's a softness to the man. He's by no means fat - every muscle on his frame is displayed with prominence in spite of any painted-on clothing. But they looked pliable, like freshly risen dough, and it took Sean a considerable amount of self-control to resist walking straight up and sinking his fingers in. But soft, too, is the expression on his face. Under a small curtain of dark brown hair, his eyes survey the bar around him with curiosity, and a patient smile plays across his lips. Sean catches himself, closing his mouth and instinctively checking that nobody had clocked him. They hadn't. All eyes in this part of the bar are fixed on the seemingly oblivious giant. The anonymity it grants him is almost refreshing; almost. But he steels the bitter sting of jealousy with one thought; they've seen nothing yet. He approaches. The size of the man was halting from a distance, but from this close, Sean's brain is put into eddying circles. He barely reaches the man's armpits, and he cranes his neck upward; that same, steady smile is fixed there, not noticing the smaller man. Well this was embarrassing. Sean considers clearing his throat, but there's no guarantee the sound would even carry the distance up to the man's ears given the volume of the music in here. Instead he stands close and, spotting the man's hands resting patiently on the bar, reaches forward. Their forearms rest against each other as Sean weedles his slender fingers between the man's much larger digits, the difference in their respective sizes immediately telling. "Excuse me, sir? Sorry, but it seems you've mistakenly put your hand on mine." Sean had been staring into the middle distance, playing coy and pretending not to notice the titan next to him. The man's voice is surprising, less bass-y than he expected but with enough power to carry his otherwise soft tone over the noisy bar. When Sean does turn to once again invoke vertigo by looking up at the man, he finds the patient smile is still present, though this time it's marred by a slightly cocked eyebrow, as genuine concern seeps from every pore. "Did I? How clumsy of me," Sean responds, without hint of an apology, nor moving his hand. "Have you been waiting long?" "Just ten minutes or so. But it's fine, there's a lot of thirsty people here," The man said, shooting another confused look at their hands, but not saying anything. "10 minutes? Sounds like you need the VIP treatment. You strike me as a beer guy, am I right?" Sean asks. "Yes - well, sometimes. I normally don't drink alcohol at all, but it's a nice change from time to time," the man responds awkwardly. "Well, they've got something better than beer here..." Sean says, before leaning over and gesturing to a barmaid that catches his eye. "What's that?" "Free beer." The drinks arrive within seconds, and the barmaid leaves without another word. Sean hands the man a glass, near overflowing with the cold, amber liquid. "Oh no, I couldn't possibly! Here." He takes his hand away from the bar, and reaches into his jeans pocket. Sean isn't quite sure how he found space to actually store anything - perhaps they're bigger on the inside? - but he somehow manages to withdraw a wallet, from which he tries to push a crumpled note into the smaller man's hands. Sean moves his palms into the air like a gun is being pointed at him. "Keep your money!" He laughs, refusing to accept it, "You can always get the next one." "The next one?" That confused look is back on his face - it's kind of cute, Sean admits. "After you drink these with me," he says, sucking a small amount of his own drink through its straw, "Part of the VIP treatment is getting to spend time with other VIPs, don't you know. Name's Sean." "Peter," the large man acting on instinct and offering his hand. Sean doesn't miss his opportunity and takes it, his own quickly enveloped by the soft warm flesh. "Are you here alone? I am..." He says softly, still revelling at the feeling of this huge paw. "No, I'm here with my brother - “ He looks around him and gestures vaguely towards a balcony overlooking this floor below, but his arm quickly falls by his side. David had been there just a moment ago, talking to a young woman the two of them had run into, but now that he looks there’s no trace of him. “-or at least I was.” “You’d think he’d be easy to spot,” Sean says, still staring at their hands. “Why?” This breaks his gaze once more, but again there’s nothing but innocence and confusion on the big man’s face. “Because if there’s any family resemblance at all, he’ll be sticking out head and shoulders above everyone else in the room?” Sean hazards, not quite trusting his apparent sincerity. -zip- Peter pulls his hand away from Sean’s instinctively. He feels… something. He wasn’t sure what - it was almost like a static shock, but not painful. Just a small crack of something in his hand, followed by a warm feeling that spreads through his nervous system. He freezes for a moment, then shakes his head, as if regaining his bearings. “Oh, um, no - he’s not as tall as me. Not since I was, like, 12? I’m sure he’s around somewhere though.” “Well, why don’t you keep me company until he comes back? A little guy like me could certainly use someone like you to keep an eye on him…” Sean says, appealing to his ego. “Aha, well, I’m not sure what to say…” Peter says, an embarrassed smile spreading over his face, a pair of deep dimples sinking into his cheeks. He lifts his arm up and scratches the back of his head nervously, causing Sean to almost drool as he stares at the peak that forms there. It looks bigger than his head, surely that poor sleeve can’t take much more. SHHHHHHRRRRPPPPP As if by magic, a tear forms slowly at first, then rapidly stretches up the length of the sleeve almost to the armpit. Peter drops his arm in alarm - this isn’t the first time he’d destroyed an item of clothing, but this shirt was new-on tonight. It had been tight - everything was tight on him - but surely it wasn’t that precarious? “I’m s-so sorry!” He stammers, seemingly mortified at this display of his absolute size, “I promise I wasn’t trying to show off, or anything! Really, I should be more careful-” “Hey, hey, hey - there’s nothing to apologise for! It’s got to be tough being built like you,” Sean says soothingly, reaching forward to stroke Peter on the arm, his eyes lingering on the shredded shirt for just a moment, “If you’re worried about causing a scene though, why don’t you come with me? We can find a quiet little booth out of the way, but still keep our eyes on the bar for your brother. Sound good?” Peter nods, and lets the smaller man lead him away. Sean is glad to be facing away from him - he can only hold the excitement in for so long, a hungry look haunting his face as he drops his guard for just a moment. It was starting already!

Littlerjim coming in again with an absolute banger of an Introspection muscle story. Adam is so compelling here, I love the voice you give him!! Side note, of your boys who is the biggest? Adam is 8'4" here, and Being Bigger says he is over 9 feet tall by the end, but Peter from Ego Boost hits 9 feet tall and I don't know if he grew anymore after that.

Missed Opportunity Dave a is 24-year-old college meat head who’d known nothing other than being handed everything to him in his life thanks to his charming, good looks and blessed genetics giving him the body that most guys spent their whole lives building, while he only spent a year in the gym and blew up to incredible size. He’d grown accustomed to being the top dog everywhere he went, and it certainly went to his head as many that were around him would certainly tell you that Dave was a *bit* of a douche. Yet even with all his size and charm it just wasn’t enough for him he needed MORE. So, when he stumbled on some new experimental protein shakes that were hitting the market in very limited quantities, he thought why the hell not and bought the last pack that was in stock before the site was mysteriously taken down a day later. A few weeks later all he could think about was the effects that the new shakes could have on his body and the package was scheduled to be delivered to his dorm that very day. He was ready to sprint like mad to get home and down one of the four shakes before or after his workout. But as he would soon find out it wasn’t just the shakes that he would find waiting for him when he got back home. ---- After his workout he excitedly rushed home heading down the hall ready to improve his gains even further. But as he drew near the door, he could hear noises coming from inside. His two dweeb twink roommates were surely there which already made him angry. He wanted to enjoy his post workout pump alone with no distractions. His roommates Adrian and Michael were both gay and he knew how bad they wanted him from day one, but he didn’t swing that way, although that didn’t stop him from soaking up all their adoration and teasing them with the body of a god they could never get with. Opening the door, he was met with a scene out of his worst nightmares. Adrian and Michael were grinding up on each other fully nude and they were both HUGE! “What the fuck dweebs! What happened to you two?!” The two former twinks were laid out on the couch each of them man spreading their mammoth legs completely filling the couch as their thighs pressed against each other, both of their impressive manhood’s now over 9 inches long leaking pre while the two kissed previously. The both of them had to be over 6’2 looking massive even compared to himself. “Oh, hey Dave didn’t hear you come in.” Adrian said in a luscious deep voice. “Bro thanks for those shakes they were fucking GOOD!” Michael said licking his lips as he looked at Dave with a hunger in his eyes. More terror filled Dave’s mind as he realized his roommates had opened his delivery and take the shakes for themselves. “Please fucking tell me you dweebs didn’t drink them all.” “Don’t worry were not monsters of course we left you one.” Adrian said. Without a second thought Dave’s body moved on its own scouring for the shake in the kitchen seeing the pack torn open with only one bottle of the four left by itself. He quickly twisted the cap off and chugged it down eager to see the results it would have on his body since his small scrawny twink roommates blew up to monstrous sizes. Adrian and Michael watched in horny anticipation as they were waiting to watch the guy, they’ve been pining for grow into a god. The process was already starting. His stomach bubbling as the shake slid down his throat. His muscles growing fuller at a slow rate as he was painfully aroused his average 6 incher tenting in his shorts as his body started pumping itself larger. But like most of his advances in bed the growth that came finished within seconds his cock exploding in his shorts as Adrian and Michael watched in disbelief. Dave had never been more embarrassed in his life as he felt like he had only added a measly 10 pounds of muscle and not an inch of height to his body as his godly roommates looked at him with disappointment in their eyes. “What the hell did you dweebs do why didn’t I grow like you two?!” “Dunno man we just drankem like you did.” Adrian responded. Michael chipped in “Guess you shouldn’t have been so proud of those genetics after all huh Dave!” Dave was appalled by Michaels observation, it filled him with a sense of humiliation and need to lash out, but as he looked at the much larger man in front of him, there was nothing he could do but accept his fate. Just when he thought things couldn’t get any worse a guttural moan escaped Adrian’s cum ridden mouth. Bracing himself against Michael “OH FU- … IT’S HAPPENING AGAIN!” “oh god….PLEASE NO!” was all Dave could think as every single muscle in Adrian’s body rippled with strength as he grew once again now becoming inhumanely large as he bucked against Michaels body. In all his euphoric torment Adrian was at the mercy of Michaels touch as he pleaded for sweet release. “please bro….help!” was all he could mutter as Michael quickly understood and proceeded to help his friend out Taking his large head into his mouth he put his skills to good use as Adrian quickly blew his load into his mouth as his growth subsided. Michael struggled to chug down the copious amounts of cum being blasted down his throat almost choking as he savored every drop that was being shot into his stomach. Minutes pass as Dave was left mortified, glued to the ground he stood on unable to look away as Aiden had become the very thing, he so desperately craved for himself. As he got control of his body again Adrian pulled Michael off his 13 incher and sat him on his lap his head now over a foot taller than Michaels. He then turned his hear upwards muttering out a thank you before planting a kiss on his lips as thanks for his help. Breaking the kiss, he looks back at Dave seeing the man that was once huge to him looking up at him with awe and jealousy. “Don’t look so glum bro maybe you just didn’t grow enough the first time…well for your sake I hope there is a next time.” Adrian’s words cut into him like a knife destroying his confidence so easily for the first time in his life. He couldn’t even get a word out trying to respond as he watched the two gods enjoying their new bodies together. That’s when Michael chipped in with his own thoughts. “Oh, maybe there’s hope for you yet. Your dad swung by earlier and he took one of the shakes with him before we got into them.” A chill ran down Dave’s spine hearing Michaels words now only thinking one thing. “I’ve got to get home and pray that dad hasn’t drunken that shake.”

Again sorry for the wait, here is another chapter. I have in mind two more already and then a bigger story direction, so hopefully I will have some time to write more often. - Chapter 19 - Family and business Alex was staring at this person that he thought was his mother, and to Milos. Both were very serious and somewhat sorry for the situation. Alex’s mother carefully but clearly explained, getting straight to the point. “Alex, you were born from Milos and another woman, your real mother. Your father was part of an experiment, in the army they targeted already strong soldiers and they injected them with substances to make them stronger. The particular one your father was part of had unclear origins, but although it worked well for him, making him a strong bastard, we didn’t realise that the effects would carry through to the child. When your mother started the pregnancy, there were clear signs that something was off. The fetus grew fast, and was abnormally big. After only 5 months the belly looked like it was ready for the delivery, and it had to be urgently hospitalised. After a few hours in the theatre, you were finally born. Well, you literally ripped your way out, causing damage and blood loss that eventually killed her. At birth you already were 7 kilos (15 pounds), and strong as hell, they restrained you and you ripped the restraints until your mother talked to you and calmed you down. Then you were off to the nursery and your mother died after a few hours, and I arrived and took her place. You quickly realised that you could control your body size, and as a toddler it was incredible to see such muscle and definition. Milos and I were shocked. We have observed you constantly, and we know that your potential is now incredible and you can only get stronger. And you can control your body in amazing ways. But you need help, not just to even improve those qualities but also to get stronger. Me and your father can help you and support you.” Alex was listening carefully. “And what do you want me to do? I’m sure you didn’t do all this for nothing….what should I call you…boss?” “You can call me anything you like, but my colleagues call me Mandy. Anyway, we operate an organisation which has two missions: build the strongest and best men, from bodyguard to warriors, and also provide security services for affluent clients. That can be complicated to explain but let’s say that most of the time we take care of annoying situations.” “Ok, well some of that I already figured out, you guys are not that good at hiding stuff! But I want to know more details, let’s be open and discuss everything shall we?” “Of course, ask anything” As they continue the overdue long conversation, in the other house Mo and Paul were sleeping together still with their hardons fully stiff after the playful evening. As the night kicked in a motorcycle came close to the property, quietly and with the engine off once it got closer. The bike stopped nearby and a big guy stepped off it. He looked very build, big legs, shorts, a cutoff top, two massive arms and a thick neck. He took off the helmet revealing a blonde handsome eastern european look. He took a big plastic case from the back of the bike and stepped towards Alex’s house. He then stopped behind a bush and opened the case, pulling out many pieces building a precision rifle with an optical aim. While sleeping, Mo heard something and he opened his eyes instantly. Paul was fast asleep in his arms. The guy in the bush started aiming inside the house, through the windows he could see Alex, Milos, and the mother. He aimed to her, and took some time to ensure he was not going to miss. He then had a feeling that someone was behind him but he shrugged that off. He turned to check anyway, and he saw Mo, naked, standing behind him, with his monstrous muscles flexed. The man scrambled to get his gun but Mo was lightning fast and he grasped his hand and the gun, and started compressing them. As the bones crunched, the guy started to gasp for air and scream, so Mo grabbed his face with his enormous paw and started crushing it, lifting him off the ground. The guy looked and saw another naked guy behind Mo, it was Paul, looking shocked and terrified. The guy muttered “hellppp” before a wet crunch confirmed that Mo just crushed his windpipe. And the gun was crushed along with the guy’s hand. Mo then dropped him on the floor. “Well well, what do we have here. An idiot trying to sneak under my nose and shoot my friends? No, not this time mate. And I have a treatment for you.” and Mo looked at the plastic strong case for the rifle. “I think we are going to ship you back to your boss, but in that case” Paul was shocked “Fuck man who is this guy and what’s going on? Fuck, what you mean in that case? He won’t fit, he’s a built guy” Mo looked at Paul with a grin “Paul, look and learn” The guy on the ground was struggling to breathe, and was in pain with one hand destroyed. He looked again at the gigantic arab towering over him and was expecting to be shot. Instead, Mo slowly rearranged the guy on the ground and gently laid on top of him. The weight was already enough to make the guy suffocate, but Mo ensured his muscled arms surrounded the guy and his beefy legs also walled his legs. Then the crushing started. “Paul, I want you to feel my muscles. Please” Paul was in a mix of awe and terror as he wasn’t sure what was happening. He saw Mo’s back muscles ripple and turn into stone, his lats flare and all his arms and legs muscles ripple in steel striations. Mo continued to constrict the body of the guy, and wet pops and crunches started to increase in frequency. At the same time he let his engorged cock position itself at the guy’s asshole and with a simple push, he tore the jeans and entered him brutally. The guy spasmed for the pain. With a brutal hip thrust Mo entered him fully, and the hips gave in snapping. As more compression was exerted, the guy’s body started to literally implode in itself. Muscles forged in years of gym training evaporating subdued to the power of the arab titan. As soon as Mo felt Paul’s hands massage and feel his muscles, his cock shot up inside the guy, and he felt the destruction of his organs caused by the tremendous power of his cock explosion. Mo’s abs contracted in an unimaginable powerful thrust, like a garbage compactor, relentlessly constricting his prey in his muscular embrace. The torso caved in and his whole body was slowly reduced to a paper mache of what it was before. Then Mo released his press, folded the guy pulling up his legs and arms, now lanky and bruised, and hugged the folded body with his arms and legs. Giving the final powerful crush, all the bones seem to implode. And Paul failed to contain yet another orgasm, and sprayed over Mo. Feeling that Mo surged with a final crush which compacted further the guy’s body. Releasing the mass, it was now reduced so much that Mo grabbed it and pushed it in the case, with eve spare space in it, before closing it and latching the locks. “Done, told you he would fit” “Fuck, man, fuck! What are you that was ….” “Amazing, that’s all, I know, but relax it is all under control. Go upstairs and wait for me in bed” Paul obediently left and tried to reason on what happened. Mo deposited the case in the boot of his car, he lifted the bike and put it in the garage, before showering in the garden. He then went upstairs and found Paul in bed, shocked. “Relax man, tomorrow we will explain to Milos that we saved your mother, they will be happy to hear that. Now my dick needs your attention” He guided Paul’s hands on his cock and as Paul worked on it, it shot up to its full size in seconds. “Work it hard man, now” Paul tightened the grasp as much as he could and pumped the beast. They kissed passionately, and Mo threw back his head and did a double bicep, while Paul pumped his cock with his paws. Paul shot a load yet again, and Mo finally roared as his huge cock pumped out long ad thick ropes of dark thick cum, splattering on the wall behind Paul. They both collapsed on the bed and Paul hugged the massive muscle monster, breathing heavily. In his mind the events were still replaying and he was in a mix of terror and sexual bliss. And after all, he found it fucking sexy. TO BE CONTINUED

Everyone has flawa but some people work through them and become better persons. Adam did that he has become a betetr version of himself but his past still haunts him.

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 want all your muscles, your stamina, your metabolism, your masculine beauty, your physical potential, your athleticism.” **** A stream of warm water spurted out from the thick shower head. In the steam-filled shower booth, Austin's naked body began to be drenched in water. The tanned, healthy skin became shiny when it touched the water stream. Water cascaded down his broad shoulders and down his massive, deep muscular chest like a mountain range. It soon cleansed the eight-pack abs and moistened the massive cock and testicles between the thick legs. As Austin lazily turned back, the warm water flowed down his deep, bulging, broad muscular back, and soon his firm buttocks could feel the water. Austin enjoyed the warm, wonderful sensation for a few minutes and then took out the shower soap. His thick hands gently massaged his broad chest, brushed down his shoulders, and toned down his 20-inch biceps and deep abs. He then gently stroked his pipe-like 11-inch cock and large testicles, wiping away any traces of the night's fun. He reluctantly moved his hand from his cock to his firm, thick thighs, where his muscles were clearly visible, and rubbed them for a while. He begins to slowly brush his knees and calves, following the lines of those beautiful muscles. While enjoying his shower time, Austin thought about Ted and the 'bet' he had made. Ted was very popular as the best football player in the school, but to Austin, Ted was just a bad student who bullied Austin himself. Austin, who wanted revenge on Ted, decided to use witchcraft he had discovered in ancient books. Everything went according to Austin's plan, and as a result, Austin won the 'bet' and demanded a reward from Ted: his muscles, his physical potential, and his masculine beauty. From then on, as time passed, Ted took Austin's essence and gradually became smaller and more ordinary, and as Austin took Ted's essence little by little, he became bigger and stronger. After taking a shower, Austin returned to his room and put on a white shirt and underwear. Then suddenly, Austin stopped as he felt a huge pain in his testicles. Austin lifted his underwear and looked down to see that his testicles were writhing as if they were being squeezed. Austin finally realized that the final swap had begun. Austin had no time to react to this sudden phenomenon and just moaned and held his testicles in his hands. He felt the last of Ted's original essence being absorbed into his testicles, and it soon began to pump the last of his strength, causing his veins to pulsate throughout his body. "!!" While Austin just let out a moan, his body once again became covered in sweat and began to slowly bulge and grow. The muscles in his entire body twitched and became bigger and stronger, increasing his height to nearly 7ft. The cock and testicles he held in his hand seemed to swell and grow in size. It was too big to hold with one hand, so Austin managed to hold it with both hands. "Aaaah... yes! YES!!" Meanwhile, Austin's vision was forcibly becoming clearer, and he was getting a mild headache as more athletic knowledge flowed into his head. Even that was enough to give Austin an ecstatic feeling. In every way, Austin's body grew bigger and stronger. When Austin finally let out an orgasmic scream, the white shirt he had just been wearing was torn apart. Austin, who had been panting for a while as if after his long workout, checked out his body in amazement. Now he realized he had a muscular body of exactly the same size and shape as Ted had before his bet: biceps approaching 25 inches to prove it. Ted's biceps were the biggest in the school, they were 25 inches, and when Austin measured himself with a tape measure now, they were exactly 25 inches. Austin let out a low laugh, throwing his torn clothes on the floor, cutting off his underwear with scissors and throwing them on the bed. At this moment, a new school athlete was born who would perfectly replace Ted. What was even more pleasant was that this spell modified parts of reality so that no one would notice their changes. In this reality, Ted will always be a small, weak student, while Austin himself will be the dominant school athlete. Well, maybe he's even better than Ted in that he's sincere, humble, and kind. Austin giggled as he looked at the sweaty 7ft massive muscular body and went into the bathroom to wash up again.

Soon after Sam and Kurt got back from Florida, they drove over to the barn. “Fingers crossed,” said Kurt as they rounded the bend that led to the barn. To their surprise, not only was the barn still standing, but it was gleaming in the sunlight from a fresh coat of red paint. As they pulled up, Hank came outside in his jock, a weight belt synched around his waist, swaggering like a 300lb Roman gladiator. “Bet you weren’t expecting that, were ya?” he said proudly, rolling his huge shoulders and jutting out his chest. “You did all that in a week?” asked Sam. “Even less,” bragged Hank. What he didn’t tell them was that he used Grindr to find guys to come out to the barn for a paint party followed by muscle worship sessions with him and Joe. Hank never lifted a brush, but when they found out that the old ladder they found in the barn was too short to reach the peak, he had a guy climb to the top, then Hank squatted down, grabbed the base of the ladder and lifted it up. All the guy had to do was extend his arm; Hank raised the ladder up and down to brush the paint on. This repeated movement made Hank’s back muscles roll and mound up thickly. His mighty shoulders bulged out and hardened up. The Grindr guys had a lot of pumped mass to worship once the barn was painted. “Is Joe still around?” asked Kurt. “Oh yeah. He went out for a hike awhile ago. Wait til you see him. Growing like a weed and jacked as fuck. I’ve got him benching 405 for reps. That combo of tren and shakes is really working for him.” As if on cue, they saw Joe coming up from behind the barn. He had on cargo shorts and a hoodie. He stripped the hoodie off as he neared them. His exposed torso V’d perfectly from his broad shoulders to his 8 pack, to his 28” waist. His legs were snaked with veins from his hike. His taut, golden skin shimmered in the sun. Kurt said to Sam, “That is one handsome stud. He kinda looks like you. Sure you didn’t knock anyone up when you were younger?” “Good lord, no.” said Sam. But as Joe got closer, Sam started thinking. “What?” asked Kurt, as he saw the puzzled look on Sam’s face. “Nothing. It’s stupid. It’s not possible.” “Spit it out,” said Hank, listening in. “When I was in high school, I went to spring break down in Panama Beach.” “Yeah?” said Kurt. “When was this?” “About twenty-two years ago. I ran out of money, so I used a fake ID and I donated sperm for some cash.” “No shit?” said Hank. As Joe walked up to them, Kurt said, “Hey Joe, where were you born?” “Florida. Why?” “What town?” asked Kurt. “Panama City.” The three huge men studied the strapping young hunk. His sky blue eyes, like Sam’s. His thick blond hair, like Sam’s. His strong cleft chin. Like Sam’s. The same balloon-knot navel. “It’s not possible,” said Sam, leaning back against the side of his car. “Oh yeah it is,” chuckled Hank. “What was your dad’s name?” asked Kurt. “I didn’t have a dad. I had two mom’s.” “Did they use a sperm bank?” “Well, yeah. It’s no biggie. Lots of people do.” “Do you like watching the weather, dude?” Hank asked Joe. Joe looked at each of them, then his eyes locked up with Sam’s. “What’s going on?” he asked. But as he looked at Sam, it slowly dawned on him. It was like he was looking into a mirror, seventeen years in the future. “Whoa,” he said, crouching down. “Whoa.” He looked up at Sam and said, “Dad?” “We don’t know anything yet,” said Sam. Joe stood up, walked over to Sam, and hugged him tight. Sam hugged him back. Hank watched them, and started thinking about how hot a three way would be, and started to bone. Kurt was having the same thought, and the same reaction. Hank looked at him and said, “Perv.” “Look who’s talkin’,” said Kurt. Meanwhile, Sam and Joe’s hug was turning into a hard, mutual grope. Sam couldn’t believe he was holding the son he never knew he had. The big strapping growing muscle stud of a son. “Oh fuck,” he groaned. “We should stop. We gotta stop.” “Yeah, we outta stop,” said Joe, as he continued to grope Sam’s huge back, realizing that he had the same genetics as this massive hulk. “Aw fawk, man. We even smell the same,” as he took a big whiff of Sam’s thick neck. They were both engorged. “Hoookay,” said Sam, firmly breaking up their embrace. “Let’s redirect our energy and go lift.” “Yeah, great idea,” said Joe. “Pump me up huge, Papi.” He and Sam headed into the barn. “Awkward,” said Hank, as he actively edged himself. “It’s amazing. They even walk the same,” Kurt said, as he and Hank watched them head into the barn. “And both have incredibly fuckable asses.” Kurt laughed. “True that. Let’s give them some space. You hungry?” “Always.” “Let’s go grab something. My treat.” “Oh hell yeah,” said Hank. “Then after, I’ll find some guys on Grindr for us to mess with. Use Joe’s pics as bait, then when they show up, they see this.” Hank flexed his arm and watched it ball up into a big ball of muscle. He kissed his peak. “Make them melt just by stripping our shirts off, real slow.” Hank grinned as he continued to admire his own arm. Kurt shook his head. “You know, I’m real worried about your lack of self confidence. Get in the truck.” They took off for town, with Hank spitting chew out the window as they drove. Two hours later, Sam and Joe finished their workout. Joe could hardly move, but he loved it. He couldn’t believe he’d just lifted with a guy the size of Big Ramy, and the guy was his father. Sam was flexing out in the mirror. Look at him, thought Joe, my 350lb muscle daddy, my huge pumped up daddy. Sam turned and looked at him, and saw the look of the young dude’s pure admiration and desire. They both felt a stirring in their loins. Just then, they heard a car pulled in front of the barn. Sam went out to see who it was. The car was a Mercedes-Maybach with Georgia vanity plates that read ‘HOG BOSS’. The door opened, and a huge mountain of a man emerged. He had on bib overhauls but no shirt. As he reached his full height, Sam suddenly felt small. The guy was around 6’11” and well over 600lbs of swollen mass. The end of his thick beard rested on his pec shelf. He was a bull-necked behemoth, his traps and barrel chest straining the suspenders of the overhauls, his hairy delts the size of basketballs, his gutball filling the bib like an oversized globe. Given the license plate on his car, Sam was pretty sure who the guy was, but he wasn’t expecting Hank’s father to be such a giant, hairy bulldozer of a man. He came up to Sam and extended his hand. “You must be the weatherman,” he said, taking Sam’s hand into his. His huge meaty hand not only swallowed up Sam’s hand, but went halfway up his wrist. “My boy told me how you and your buddy took him in, been treating him like kin. Mighty obliged,” said the massive hog farmer, as he shook Sam’s hand absentmindedly. He noticed the surprised look on Sam’s face and said, “He didn’t tell you I was coming’s, did he?” “Um, no,” said Sam. “Darn kid has the mind of a sieve, always has. I’m Hank senior, but you can call me Boss. Everyone else does.” Sam could see why. He could also see where Hank junior got his bravado. “Nice to meet you. I’m Sam.” “Looks like you take good care of yourself,” said Boss, as he continued to pump their hands up and down. Sam’s knuckles were compressing from the vice grip of the huge farmer, whose ropey forearm muscles clenched with power. Boss finally broke his grip when Joe came walking out of the barn. “Well, howdy there, amigo,” he said to Joe, eyeing him up and down like he was an appetizer. “This is…my son Joe,” Sam said. “Yeah? Your son, huh? I woulda guessed you weren’t the kind to have kids, but he sure is a spitting’ image. Good to meet ya, boy.” With that, Boss grabbed Joe by his armpits and lifted him clear off the ground like he was a toy. Joe looked down at the behemoth in total awe. He couldn’t believe he was being held airborne like he was a thirty pound sack of rice, his feet dangling. The big man chuckled at the look on Joe’s face. He sat Joe down on the ground. “You like what you see, don’t ya, boy? How about now?” Boss brought up his left arm and slowly flexed it. Joe’s eyes grew wide as the ham-sized arm swelled up to 33”. “Go ahead and touch it.” Joe reached out and put his fingers on the giant arm. “Oh my god,” as he felt biceps that were 5” bigger than his waist. Boss gave Joe an evil grin, then he flexed his arm harder and it swelled another inch. Joe shuddered and came in his shorts. So did Sam. “Ah yeah. Gets ‘em every time,” said Boss with satisfaction, shaking out his massive arm. “This is gonna be fun.”

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

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.

Part 2 Finding a secluded spot would have been difficult, had Sean not possessed the kind of clout he had in this particular club; the place is packed. As it transpired, however, all it took was a look from Sean to a man he recognised who was occupying one of the booths at the edge of the crowded room. From Peter’s perspective, all he sees is a man in one of the booths they approach gawp in their direction for a moment, before muttering something to his friends and ushering them all out, moving away quickly towards the dancefloor. What a stroke of luck, Peter thinks, as he and his diminutive companion take a seat. The difference in atmosphere is immediately palpable. The large backs of these booths are enough to swallow even him from a seated position, and the soft furnishings help to muffle some of the sound from the rest of the bar. When he speaks to Sean, he barely needs to raise his voice. “This was a good idea. I don’t feel like everyone’s staring at me, so much,” he says. “Oh? I would have thought you’d be used to that,” Sean asks. “Well, sure - I get it a lot. But I try not to draw attention to myself too much. My shirt doing that…” he plays with the frayed edges, concern already building about the integrity of the other sleeve, “It comes across as a bit show-off-y, you know? Like I’m some jackass trying to rub in how big I am?” “Well, I don’t think you’re a jackass. It’s an easy mistake, especially when you’re built like you are, you can’t help it,” Sean tries to placate him. He almost feels guilty - almost. But just getting to spend time with this giant is enough to silence any doubts. “Thanks. I know it sounds like I’m overthinking it, but believe me, there’s always someone ready to assume the worst about me.” “Ha!” Sean throws his head back, and lets his mask slip a moment, “Oh, I believe it. There’s plenty of people in this bar who have some very nasty thoughts about me too. If I spared them even a moment’s thought each, I’d never get anything done - or have any fun. You can’t let them bring you down, Pete. Besides, you must enjoy showing off just a little, right?” “What makes you say that?” Peter asks, that same puppydog confusion creasing his brow again. “Come off it, you must pay rent at the gym to get a body like that! There’s got to be some reason for it.” -zip- That strange feeling again, less intense than before and with no exploding clothes, but the same warmth, the same slight dizziness. Peter attempts to collect his thoughts. “I’m not at the gym that often. Um. Not ever, in fact.” Now it’s Sean’s turn to be confused. He scans the crowd around them for familiar faces - surely this guy is some cruel trick that’s being played on him? But there’s no lurking malefactors, and still not a hint of anything but sincerity on the big man’s face. “You’re telling me that you never work out?” “No. Do you think I should?” It must be a lie, surely? The man in front of him drips masculinity from every pore, every single muscle on his body bulging almost reflexively to changes in body language. He’d be the envy of every bodybuilder, every professional sportsman, exuding strength and just taking up so much damn space. And yet, in Sean’s heart, he knew he wasn’t being lied to. “I mean, it couldn’t hurt…” he quips out of exasperation. For the first time in a long time, he was beginning to feel out of his depth - and they’d barely even started. “I tried it once,” Peter tried to continue earnestly, “But it didn’t go very well. I think the point of it is, the things you lift are meant to be heavy, right? It’s just - they didn’t really have anything I struggled to lift. And some of the machines were a bit… fragile. Some people got pretty upset with me, but David smoothed it over, explained I was just a kid-” “Sorry, you were how old?” “Yeah, like, 16 or so? It was just before the first lockdown, which was…. Three years ago? So yeah, 16.” “You’re 19 years old?” Sean’s mind continues to reel - the enormous brute sat in front of him is still a teenager? And when he was even younger, he was apparently able to outlift an entire gym’s worth of equipment? Was he still growing? What effect would that have? Well, it was too late to go back now… “Sure - sorry, I’m talking a lot about myself. How old are you?” Peter asks. “That’s fine,” Sean takes a large sip of his drink, which is dwindling fast, to steady his nerves. “You’re fast becoming my favourite topic of conversation. I’m 23.” Peter blushes at that remark, but says, “23? I assumed you were younger.” “Why’s that?” “Because - erm, never mind…” he trails off looking embarrassed. “Because next to you, I’m a tiny girlish man who you were probably bigger than in grade school?” Sean asks, delighted to have something to dangle over the poor titan. Peter looks unwilling to answer, so he presses: “It’s okay, I’m not upset. For the record, I absolutely love how much bigger you are than me. You can admit it.” Peter smiles sheepishly, and slowly nods… -zip- … and quickly feels that fresh wave of dizziness. The club seems a bit louder than a moment ago - perhaps he should slow down on the beer? “I know you must get this all the time,” Sean presses, “But as we’re talking about it anyway, how big are you exactly?” “6’8, 340lbs…” Peter reels off, half out of boredom having answered the question at least twice a day since he started high school, half still in a sort of daze. Everything felt sort of… tight. “Really? I would have said you were more than 6’8”” “Why? Probably just a perspective thing…” That haze hadn’t left this time, it’s staying and it feels like it’s welling up inside him. “Maybe. But I know a few guys who are pretty big. A friend of mine plays basketball professionally, and he’s 6’7”, and you just look a lot bigger than him.” SHHHRRRRIPPP! Sean jumps a little as the other sleeve of Peter’s shirt bursts - it happens in about a fraction of a second, and suddenly the immense entirety of his pale, bowling ball bicep is on display. A bead of sweat slips slowly down Peter’s brow as he gawks at himself. “S-sean, I’m so sorry, I-” “Stop apologizing,” the smaller man says with enough force to stop him dead in his tracks. “Look at yourself.” Peter glances down at his arms and has to do a double take. He’s used to being big, but for some reason he sees everything about him in a new light. His pecs seem to jut out just a little further - a fact that stops him from noticing the newly bared midriff down below - and his arms look bigger than ever, a prominent vein pulsing on each. He lifts his arms up into the air and curls them both into peaks, causing them to swell to new heights, seemingly bigger than his own head. He stares at them open mouthed, unable to explain what he was seeing or feeling. But he couldn’t deny that a part of him liked it. His pants, already feeling tighter than when he had put them on, start to feel especially uncomfortable around the crotch. And he’s not the only one. As Peter lifted his arms, Sean had caught his scent. It wasn’t BO - well, in technical terms, it was, but it didn’t have an unpleasant quality. It was a pheromone-laden, knock-out blow to Sean’s system, an intoxicating aroma of masculinity laced with the spice of Peter’s aftershave. The effect was instant, a much more modest tent forming in the little man’s pants and, as he tried to keep his composure, he couldn’t help but notice a few men passing by to almost double over themselves. Or was he imagining it…? “Fucking look at you…” Sean manages to say. “Yeah… look at me…” Peter replies, trance-like. “Can I touch?” Sean is silent but nods, swallowing as he feels the small digits of Seans hands gently stroke at his stupendous arms, occasionally reaching down to touch at his chest and abs. “Wow… you are incredible. And you say you don’t work out? You’d make some men I know weep. You must be swatting girls away with a stick…” Sean mutters in rapturous worship of Peter’s body. “Not - not exactly. I’ve met a few really nice girls. And guys -” That certainly brought a devious smile to Sean’s face, “But it never seems to work out.” “Oh? Not cold feet I hope?” Sean asks, continuing to touch the giant, but doubt starts to creep into his mind - he certainly hoped the big man wasn’t compensating for something. “Not on my part, no. Some of them get scared. And I think some of the guys were mostly self-conscious. I’m… I’m a pretty big guy.” Seans looks at him, desperate to not let the sudden hunger he felt give him away, but he strokes his hand lower until he’s at the very base of Peter’s abs. He looks up for approval: “Can I…?” Peter’s brain is still foggy with these warm sensations, but he knows that he likes the touch of the little man’s hand. Without much thought, he nods yes. Sean brings his hand down and is instantly blown away by what he feels. The shape is unmistakable, but made to feel alien by its sheer scale. It feels slightly pushed up - presumably by an equally impressive set of gonads hidden somewhere underneath - but he traces the huge, wrist-thick lump of flesh to somewhere above Peter’s knees. He can feel the goddamn veins through his jeans! “I’m flattered…” he manages to say, after a moment’s speechlessness, “That a little guy like me could make someone as big as you so excited already.” That look is back again - the confusion and concern of a giant who doesn’t seem to understand just how extraordinary he is. With disbelief, Sean translates the look even before Peter can articulate it. “Are you saying you’re still soft?!” Peter nods, looking deeply ashamed, and looking away. “Hey!” Sean’s expression turns to anger, as he climbs up onto the big man’s lap, straddling him - and still able to feel that impossible shape, warm through the fabric of Peter’s pants. From this elevation, he’s close to eye level with the beast for the first time that night. “Those people who chickened out? Fucking cowards. They didn’t deserve you. You aren’t something that should be hidden away. You ought to be fucking worshipped!” -ZIP- The biggest wave of the night overtakes Peter, and there’s no doubt about the sensations he’s feeling any more. It’s not just a confused sense of pleasure - though there is plenty of that. He’s expanding. He feels his frame growing wider, his head poking just a little higher than the backs of the booth, and the tiny man on his lap seemingly shrinking away - but before he can disappear entirely, he leans forward and plants a kiss on Seans lips, his much larger tongue forcing its way into the little man’s mouth. Sean moans and reciprocates. To him, it’s the opposite. The already monolithic man seems to stretch around him, encompassing him in the warm cocoon of his arms, and there’s nothing for him to do but be cradled and enjoy his embrace; until, with a cry of pain, Peter breaks away. “What’s wrong? Is something the matter?” Sean asks in a panic. He’d never done it with someone so big before, was there a limit to how far it could go? Some sort of complication? He didn’t want to hurt the poor guy. Peter shakes his head and shifts in his seat once - then twice - then lets out a sigh as he pants and stretches out. “S-sorry; didn’t mean to scare you. My shoes. Managed to kick them off…” He trails off as Sean twists and leans down to look under the table. It’s dark down there, but he can make out the offending footwear, each shoe huge enough for him to wear while he kept his own shoes on; and yet small enough to be dwarfed by Peter’s feet. He lifts his head back up, but as he turns to look at Peter, the big man is fixing him with a firm look. “I grew” he says, plainly. “Sure looks like it,” Sean responds. “Did you do it?” Peter pushes. “Not exactly. But what do you think of it? I think the new size suits you.” Peter starts to consider the question - if truth be told, it feels incredible, even now the rush of growth has subsided. But as he marvels at himself, he starts to feel that same feeling start to well up once more, this time recognizing it for what it is - and he’s able to steady himself and resist, at least in part. “I think I’m in danger of being arrested for indecent exposure. It’s not done, is it?” Sean shakes his head. “Not by a long shot. But if it’s privacy you’re after… I think I have just the place.” “But my brother-” “Isn’t here,” Sean interrupts, “And even if he was, do you think he can help? Trust me, I can take care of you. I think you’ll even enjoy it quite a bit. It was you who kissed me, after all - right?” Peter still looks conflicted, but with a dry mouth, nods in agreement. What he’d just felt was like nothing else, and if there was more of that to come… well, he had to follow it no matter what. The two of them stand and leave the booth - an action that takes Peter a considerably longer amount of time as he squeezes his way past the round table. It would be so easy simply to rip it from the floor, he considers - but that thought is enough to once again send his blood pumping, and he tries to settle himself. Sean uses the time to steal over to the bar, and ask for a message to be passed on to anyone asking about the giant - ‘your brother is fine, and will be returned to you unscathed in the morning’ - before heading back to meet up with Peter. It’s a surreal experience for the big man. He’s used to standing head and shoulders above almost everyone, but at this point, there are few people that even approach his pecs. He lumbers through, clutching his now too-small shoes in his hands, a natural berth forming around the pair as they head towards the exit. The doorman eyes Peter nervously, but doesn’t say anything as he squeezes his way out through the door and into the cold night air. Sean looks up at his prey - titanic, grown beyond all hope that he had for him and, he was certain, set to go even further once they really got going. This boy belonged to him - and he couldn’t wait to play with his new toy.

Part 7 Tommy was in heaven as his breathed in the intense musk of his father’s sweaty body and massive cock, it’s purple head nearly as big as his own skull. He nuzzled against it with his freshly grown in stubble sending shivers down as his dad as each hair pricked against his sensitive skin. His father’s deep moans shook the house causing things to fall from the shelves. “Son, daddy is getting impatient, he needs his boy BIG and soon! Why don’t you put that massive tool to use in the meantime.” His father flexed his massive cock causing it to jump upwards as Tommy’s mouth tried following it just out of reach from his lips as more pre dribbled out his dad’s cock and onto Tommy. Relaxing himself he gently lowered it back down smacking against Tommy’s face who was now understanding what his dad meant. Taking his dads rod in hand he had trouble even at his own tremendous size lowering its rock-hard mass down brining it in line with his equally impressive but “smaller” cock. Looking back up at his dad’s huge handsome face he gave him a wink as he rubbed his head against his, watching his father coo in appreciation. “Come on don’t tease me here son, stick it in already!” He did as he was told slowly inserting himself into his dad’s mouth size slit treating his own tool like a monstrous sized sounding rod to any average ma, but his dad was anything but AVERAGE. “God, it feels like I’m fucking your ass dad, except I’ve got an endless supply of lube coming out your whole.” Feeling his sons thrusts into his dick was a sensation new to him, the massive rod fighting against the current of his cum radiating its warmth inside him felt unreal. “UGH- yes! Just like that Tommy go harder!” Tommy didn’t have to be told twice as he quite enjoyed the feeling of being inside his dad’s dick pressing even deeper inside him. The endless stream of precum mixing inside his dad’s cock, that felt as If it was going back inside him as he fought against his dads current. “Daddy wants to kiss you so bad right now.” Said his father impatient for Tommy to grow tall enough to meet his lips. “Don’t worry pops I’ll be right up there” Tommy responded as he suddenly started shuddering, his body flexing involuntarily as he kept up his face every muscle in his body felt as if it were on fire as he slowly expanded in all directions, but most importantly upwards watching his fathers excited face come ever closer ready to devour his mouth. The closer he drew to his dads lips the harder it became to push his dick inside his dad as he was still growing down their too. The pleasure they both derived from the excruciating tightness caused by Tommy’s monster growing inside him was ready to send them both over the edge their lips inches apart ready to explode. Just as their lips met, his dad Firmly grasped his torso as the floodgates opened. Tommy’s monster was quickly shot out along with the lower half of his body as his father’s goliath of a cock erupted a geyser of cum. Their kiss unbroken as Tommy felt the vibrations of his father’s moans fill his whole body, being help in place by his dads’ big strong hands. All the while Dave was still in the room pinned against the wall by the blast of cum that had hit him, almost knocked unconscious from the force of it hitting him. As he tried getting himself up, he was knocked back down by his father’s foot who was still unaware of his presence, now being pressed up against the cum covered wall unable to break free from his father’s unintentional hold as more cum shot at him from his father. Forced to watch as his little brother grew even larger in his dads embrace. In his seething jealousy he failed to realize that he had hit the jackpot, as he was covered head to toe in his father’s cum, until it pooled all over his father’s massive foot his eyes ogling it as his desperation kicked in. Hit tongue licked all over his father lapping up as much as he could like the worm he was compared to his dad and brother.

Part 4 Dave was sick to his stomach living out his worst nightmare, watching his father’s shit eating grin plastered across his face, grunting with pleasure as the growth hit him in full force. “Oh god tommy, is this what you felt Ungh-… feels like my whole body i-…. Fuuuuuuu. FEELS LIKE ITS CUMMING!” Their dad hunched over like he was in pain but was actually overwhelmed by the intense pleasure overtaking his body every inch of him felt as sensitive as his throbbing cock head that was already snaking its way down his shorts, sliding against his hairy thighs that were ballooning with size. Veins appearing across his body as the sounds of his clothes hanging on for dear life as they were stretched thinly across his body. Tommy watched mesmerized as his dad’s aptitude for the shake had already far surpassed that of his *gifted* brother, now joining him in the process of becoming something far greater than Dave could ever hope to achieve. He was getting so turned on by his dad that he absent mindedly took his own monster in hand jerking himself off. His cock shot out streams of pre as each individual button popped off their father’s shirt coating Dave in even more of his seed. “BRO that’s our dad, why are you jerking off right now!” “Have you seen our dad, Dave? He’s a fucking hunk, and now that he’s joining in on the fun, he’s going to be borderline irresistible. You’re just jealous that you can’t have all this.” Tommy flexes his arm making Dave pry his eyes away from his dad and his own enormous cock still leaking pre. Dave was shocked as his little brothers reserved self was slowly dissipating as he grew accustomed to his new size. “Count yourself lucky to even be close enough to be coated in my seed little bro. Fuck I haven’t even cum yet and your shirt is drenched in it. I bet you can’t even make as much as my pre with your small weak orgasms.” Almost as if hearing this turned their dad on even more, he let out guttural moans even stronger than his previous ones. Tommy looked down as Dave stared into his eyes, knowing he crossed a line that he could never have before, giving him a knowing look that said “I’m in charge now!”. Dave couldn’t even respond back to his god of a little brother, staying silent as his brother continued to enjoy the show that was their dad who was still hunched over in ecstasy. Their father then stood back up as his hands fell back bracing themselves against the wooden dining room table, his increased grip strength forming chips in the wood as he gritted his teeth sucking air between strongly as the veins spread to his bull neck. The collar of his shirt constricting his neck as it slowly rode up his torso revealing where his slight gut once was, now replaced with the ever-increasing definition of his slightly furry abs. The sleeves of his shirt were riding up his arms as they were pushed apart by his swelling biceps growing tighter by the second as they ripped at the seams the further up, they were pushed back. The growth slowly starting to subside as he was ready to burst out all his clothes. A sigh of relief came out of Dave as his father’s growth seemed to be slowing down, now having to deal with already being outgrown by both his brother and father. That was until Tommy decided he wasn’t done just yet, now approaching his dad “Come on dad I know you’ve got more in the tank, take a deep breathe and REALLY GROW!” Tommy said eager to spur their father on ever more. He did as he was told and braced himself further and he inhaled more than ever before in his life thanks to his greater lung capacity. As he did so Tommy took the opportunity to explore his bigger body and squeeze the throbbing bulge poking out from his dads’ shorts. On command their dads body convulsed as he moans uncontrollably, the biggest surge of growth hits his body, as he practically bursts clean out of all his clothes. Revealing a physique that Dave could only dream of every achieving. The growth of his height picking up speed as he steadily climbs up to 7’8 now a foot taller than even Tommy. Their father out of breath slowly regains his composure bracing against Tommy for support taking a few moments before looking down at Tommy and saying “Thanks sport” before giving his mammoth son a kiss. Dave watched in total shock as his dad and brother kiss, their perfect bodies bulging against each other looming over him like giants. But just as he felt his mind was ready to give in, the cum that had soaked him completely had been absorbing into his body. He felt a sudden arousal fill his body akin to the one he felt when he had first taken the shake. “HAHAH I’M FUCKING GROWING, I’M ACTUALLY GROWING” Dave was filled with hope ready to outgrow his “dweeb” of a brother and “washed up” old man, but as soon as he felt it enter, his body swelled again for a mere moment, before he embarrassingly came in seconds. His dad and little bro both looked down at him both almost laughing at him. “Sorry bro you’re just not cut out for this.” Tommy said before going back to kissing his godly father.

As you know, my motto is... Stats, dammit, stats! Thanks for stepping up to the Stats plate!

CHAPTER 6: A WHOLE NEW LEVEL Once the girls had left I jerked my face to look at my father in annoyance. He tried to look away, he knew where this was going. “Dad!?!? What the hell?” “Son, I...” “Ohmigod. This is sooo embarrassing. I can't believe you went on another date with Amy after I...” “Now, hold on just a minute...” “...and then you also fucked Mandy!?!? Cripes. That's it, I have to move! Ugh. How long have you been sleeping with Amy? AND MANDY?? And after I asked you stop, God, you're being a real jackass...” “HOLD UP, SON” Dad stated authoritatively. It wasn't spoken in full on anger but a man of his stature demands attention. “Son, listen. I really am sorry. And NO. I haven't been seeing Amy or Mandy. In fact I hadn't seen Mandy since Christmas and Amy since, uh, well, you saw us during your Spring Break. I did go on a Tinder date last night to meet up with a woman named Tina at Chester's, that nice bar on Hilton Avenue. Well, Tina was hot, but had a horrible personality. Completely rude to everyone around her, sloppy drunk, you name it, a complete witch. So I ended the date and she went home. I hung back at Chester's and Amy and Mandy came up and started talking with me. I had no idea they were there. “Yeah right, Dad, they are both underage, you liar! They wouldn't have been in that bar.” “Oh c'mon, Jed. I know you're not that naive to think that two smokin' hot young women like Amy and Mandy don't have fake IDs and don't use them regularly.” I sat there stewing but I new he was right, it was completely plausible. In fact, I remembered I KNEW they had fake IDs from our high school days. “Well, I guess one thing led to another and we ended up back here...all three of us. Honestly Son, I had no intention of doing anything with them even after Amy came up to me. But then she leaned into my ear and proposed a threesome with Mandy too and...and...it's like I couldn't control myself. Seeing Amy and Mandy in these short, tight weekend dresses. Their long, toned, tanned legs exposed. And then they both started running their hands all over my chest and arms.” Dad was starting to pant and his skin was now flush as he recalled his story “They kept rubbing and groping me with their hands, their tiny feminine hands. And since I've gotten bigger the girls' hands looked even smaller up against these pumped muscles of mine. I'm telling you I've never been so horned up in public. I've never felt like such a BIG MAN in my life looking down at these two hot young babes feeling me up.” As he continued the monster is his underwear started to pulse and grow. “I hardly even remember the drive home and then all of a sudden we were fuc...um, making love.” I rolled my eyes at his lame attempt soften the impact of his sexual deeds. I couldn't help watch the thick tube throb and slightly lengthen in his WEMs. “Cripes, Dad calm yourself!” I exasperated, motioning toward his crotch. I seemed to have broken him from his trance. “Oh shit, sorry, eh...” He glanced down, saw his state and reached into the fabric to adjust himself in a sad attempt to fit things more comfortably. He didn't have much luck. He tried aiming it sideways to his left toward the waistband. In his semi-aroused state it looked like a banana in there. Had dad always been that big? I remember from this past winter that he and I were similar in size, with him maybe just a bit thicker. Of course, I had never seen him erect as no son should, but from what I could tell in his half hard state, he had clearly exceeded my totally hard length. Had he always been that much of a grower? He finally softened just enough to tuck down and back, giving him an uber-alpha front bulge. He signed in exasperation, “I really am sorry, Son. This thing here,” he gently cupped his bulge with his left hand, “has really become a BIG hassle in the last couple of weeks.” Did he mean that because he was constantly horny, or actually bigger? “I tell ya, Jed. Ever since I've been getting those treatments it's like my libido is on overdrive, especially since the bigger doses began a couple of weeks ago. I haven't felt this constantly turned on since I was 17 years old. It really is like I've been thinking with my lower head instead of my upper one. Please forgive me, champ.” He looked at me with sincere puppy dog eyes. He was so devastatingly handsome that you couldn't help but feel bad for him when he made that face. God, he could charm the pants off Mother Teresa. I sighed and continued to give him an annoyed look,“I forgive you Dad. But I'm still not happy about it.” I couldn't help but note the odd juxtaposition here. Here I was, the younger teenager son, scolding his older father for not being able to keep it in his pants. “Thanks, Champ.” He gave me a pat on the back. “You gonna join us for 'Sunday Squatday'?” “I don't think so today. I'm not really in the mood.” Pops realized this wasn't the time to try to convince me otherwise. As I got up to got to my room my father spoke up, “Oh, and hey Son?” “Yeah, Dad?” “Amy is a bitch for what she said. She's completely wrong. You are a grade-A teenage stud. I can't tell you how many times I've had friends and acquaintances come up to me while I'm shopping to ask about you and tell me what a great looking and good guy you are. When you were away from college it would happen constantly. You should be proud of everything you have. I know I am.” The look his face told me was absolutely serious. There he goes disarming my anger again. My heart warmed and I couldn't help but give him a smile. “Thanks, Pops. Really,” and I headed to my room. He may have been an walking ball of sex and testosterone, but my Dad was still really great guy. I really love that big dude. - Dad headed off the gym to inevitably best his squat from last week as I continued to mope around the house. I knew I was being a moody teenager so I decided work off some aggression. I sure as hell wasn't going to go to the gym so I opted for a jog around the neighborhood. After a good 20 minute run I got back home feeling much better, like I had sweated out the bad vibes. I took a nice cool shower which calmed my nerves further. I was drying off in my room and I grabbed a pair of undies to slip on. As I pulled them up I realized they felt weird. They were nice and snug against my waist but billowy everywhere else. They were supposed to be snug, supporting boxer briefs but there was so much extra fabric in the ass and crotch I got zero support and practically felt naked. That's when I noticed the large “WEM” printed in black block letters on the waistband. I had accidentally put a pair of Dad's underwear! A not completely unheard event in our household since we often shared laundry, but still shocking nonetheless. The cock pouch was comically large. I might as well have placed my own above-average equipment in a plastic garbage bag. Standing there I could've rested a large orange in the pouch and it wouldn't have fallen out. It honestly felt like I was wearing diapers. Once again those feeling of inadequacy crept into my head. But really, the hulk I was living would make almost any man feel small. Lucky the run and shower and done their job and I was able to hold back any resentment for Pops. I pulled off the oddly shaped trunks and examined them further. Finally, curiosity got the better of me and I decided to Google this WEM brand. I was quickly able to find the site www.WEMunders.com. The banner of the site read: “Welcome to Well-Endowed Male Clothing. Custom clothing for Men of Exceptional Proportions.” Geezus. Not only did Pops now sport a godly muscled physique but apparently he was so large downstairs that he had outgrown the small, mortal dimensions of wholesale underwear. Custom underwear? I didn't even know such a thing existed. The website was very professionally done despite it's racy subject. I wandered onto the order form page which contained detailed instructions on how to measure every possible dimension of your manhood and waist region. Not just simply length, but “penile base diameter”, “penile head diameter”, “penile head length” and others. They certainly were completely custom fitted right down to the last detail. It was a good thing I had worked out my insecurities, or at least most of them during my run. After this morning adventure with Amy, discovering these trunks might have done my psyche in. I couldn't deny that what I was seeing was amazing. I mean, something weird was definitely going on there. Sure, men have blown up into mass monsters before. Rarely, but it can happen. But all evidence was pointing to my father's feet and dick also growing larger, which, I was thought was impossible at his age. About an hour later, Dad got home from his Sunday routine, looking as full and as pumped as I had ever seen him. The shock of seeing him practically bursting out of skin becoming familiar enough that I was getting better at controlling my surprise. “Hey, Sport. Are ya' feeling better?.” “I sure am, superDad.” I was back to my nicknames, a dead giveaway that I was in a better mood. He gave me a bright smile, “Good. I don't' like my little guy bein' down in the dumps.” “I went for a run and took a shower. Feel a lot better, now. And I get it Dad. Now that I think about it I don't know if I wouldn't been able to turn down a threesome from two hot girls, no matter who they were. I guess I was just a little jealous. I mean, Dad...shit...it's like you are transforming into the ultimate man right in front of me. And this is the time in my life when I am supposed to be becoming a man...” Dad put both of his big calloused hands on each of my shoulders and looked straight into my eyes. “I told you this morning you are more of a man than 99% of men out there. Don't ever forget that. You are more of a man than I was at your age, even though I already had you. Not just your body, but your maturity is light years ahead of where I was. I look at your and think, God I can't believe you survived with me knowing how stupid I was when you were a young kid.” “Just...just...dont outgrow me Dad...” “NEVER!” he stated demonstratively. Even if I magically became 1000 ft tall I would never outgrow you.” I met his gaze again and smiled. He noticed my improving mood. “Besides, Bud. Stick with me lifting and you'll be as big as me in no time! He leaned back, struck his hands-on-hip Superman pose , puffed out his chest and spoke in an exaggeratedly low voice “COME WITH ME IF YOU WANT TO LIFT.” I let out a belly laugh at his antics. There was that goofy lovable dude that I knew and loved. I punched his bowling ball delt playfully. His delt registered no movement from my fist. I sure felt it though as my wrist hurt a bit from the impact. That night I had an interesting dream as my father's words reverberated through my head. I imagined him as a 1000 ft tall colossus of muscle and bone. Blotting out he sun and towering over our little neighborhood. Just casually walking around town, causing mass destruction without meaning too. He was just so big that our miniscule world wasn't built to handle his size. I jerked awake in a sweat and saw 2:05am on my alarm clock. What a strange dream. - The next I began my 3rd week back home. My father was excited that next weekend was Memorial Day weekend and he would get an extra day off. I was exited to start a new job and make some summer spending money. Last week I had gone in for an interview and got a weekday job at a local mom-and-pop hardware store. Dad and I parted for work at 7:30am and wished each other a good work day. At nights we continued to meet up with Ted for our workouts, Dad continuing to shock both and Ted and I. After this weekend, I had started to pay a bit more attention to the details of my father's body. Something about his seemed off. Yes, it still seemed like he was continuing to widen, thicken, bulge outward and even getting leaner, but something else was off about him. This suspicion continued as the week progressed. Finally, on Thursday I figured it out. I was sitting at the kitchen table playing on my phone and he was preparing some protein packed muscle building meals. Shirtless of course and in a pair of his standard issued light fabric, giant baggy basketball shorts. Shirts we're becoming more of hassle to put on so he opted to go shirtless most of the time at home. He started to spray down a skillet with some Pam when he noticed the can was empty. Since we lived in a small modest house we had unusually tall kitchen cabinets to make up for the lack of horizontal wall space. We stored some little used items and bulk items, like can's of Pam, on the top shelf. Ever since I reached my full height in high school I still had to rear up on my tip-toes to grab stuff off the top shelf. Dad was facing away from me and he reached up to grab a new can of non-stick spray. As his thick right hand ascended and locked onto the can I intently watched the heavy sagging mounds of his calve muscles. Dad brought the can down and set it on the counter. During the process his calves never once even twitched let alone fully flexed. “I KNEW IT!” I shouted. Dan spun and and looked at me with a confusedly. I jumped up out of my chair and slowly walked toward him, as if his heavy pectorals had some sort of gravitational pull on me. As I got nearer I gleaned another piece of evidence for my discovery. I was still in my sneakers but Dad was barefoot. I stopped about six inches in front of him and looked UP.... UP! Up into his eyes and proclaimed: “Dad...you...you're...YOU'RE TALLER! WE ARE SUPPOSED TO BE THE SAME HEIGHT. YOU ARE CLEARLY TALLER THAN ME!!” My father stood there silent trying to find the words to respond. Finally he exhaled a big sigh and dropped his arms down. “Well, I guess that cat's out of the bag. Yeah, sport I'm taller. I first noticed last week.” This wasn't possible. People his age don't grow in height. They can't, right?!? I thought back to seeing a documentary on the Discovery Channel about people who gotten a head injury and developed the gigantism disease. All those people who had it had severe physical problems. While you would think it would be cool to grow taller it was actually a very debilitating and sad disease. Many of the sufferers couldn't even walk. Many had problems with their internal organs not being able to keep up. I started to express my panic, “I don't like this Dad! What if you screwed up your pituitary gland and you keep growing. What if you heart and lungs and intestines can't take it and something happens to you. What if...” “Son...son...SON!” My father interrupted grabbing me by the shoulders and looking DOWN into my eyes. “There's no sense in worrying about anything right now. I already emailed Dr. Jock and he said he will take some X-rays on Saturday. He was the one who told there is no reason to fret about anything right now.” I wasn't totally convinced just yet. “When did you first notice?” “Last week when I was trying on some pants I noticed they seemed shorter. At first I didn't think much of it because, well, all my clothes feel short and small lately... And just other things I noticed that used to be at eye level were now below me. Including you, Bud.” “Shit...all this time me and other people thought your gigantic muscles were making you just look taller and it turns out you actually were! Incredible. Soooo....how much taller are you?” “I don't know for sure. Maybe an inch?” “I don't think so big man. It's gotta be more than that.” I wasn't sure I wanted to know but curiosity got the better of me. “Let's find out, Dad. I'll go get the tape measure and ruler.” I came back and had my father stand against the wall next to the table, feet flat on the ground. I placed the ruler on top of his head to mark the wall and suddenly started laughing. “What ya' laughing at, Champ?” “Do you realize how backward this is? You used to measure my height like this along my bedroom wall when I was growing up. Now I'm doing the same to you. YOU are now the growing boy.” My father chuckled at my revelation. “Haha, yeah I guess this is pretty weird.” I looked at my father, smiled, deepened my voice and spoke in a Daddy voice, “Ok big guy! Stand up nice and straight! There you go, buddy!” My father similarly replied in a high pitched tone, impersonating an excited little kid, “Ok Papa!” He puffed out his enormous chest and stretched his neck up as far as it would go. “Like this!? Ok Go ahead!” “HAHAHA! You're such a goofball.” Our laughter died down and I caught my breath. I leveled the ruler against the top of his head, pushed one end against the wall and made a heavy mark with a pencil. He stepped back from the wall. “Ok, let's see what we got here. I stepped on the zero end of the tape to hold it against the floor and extended it upwards toward the mark. The inches flew buy as I continued rising, passing 6 ft and closing in on the mark. Finally I reached the elevated mark: “75 and 1/8 inches. That's...holy shit...just over SIX FOOT THREE! Pops you have grown over two inches!” My father stood there letting my words sink in. Finally he spoke, “Wow. That's...that's amazing, Son. I didn't think I had grown THAT much.” “You are officially in the tall category now, Pops. We've never been short, but you are getting up there. How does it feel.” Once again he stood there searching for the words. His reply was eloquently simple. “It's...awesome,” he said calmly. I could tell he was much more excited but was holding back. Possibly restraining his emotion until he knew that everything was going to be from Dr. Jock. “I think I like being tall. Like you said, we were ever short, but...wow. Six-three! And, not to brag, but honestly with my frame that makes a pretty big dude.” “You're ENORMOUS Dad. Seriously! You're like a Hercules or something...” I gushed. “In general taller people have a harder time putting on muscle mass. You clearly don't have that issue.” He rumbled laughter, “Yeah, I feel like Hercules. GRRRR!” He crunched down into a most muscular pose, all his front muscles tightening and bulging out all at once. “Hey little buddy, since you got the tape measure, let's jot down my other stats for my log.” I notice that Dad was now using 'little' in his description of me more often. I wasn't sure how I felt about it. “Let me go grab my log book out of my gymbag.” A moment later he returned with the small notebook and wrote down the day's date at the top of the first empty page. “Let's start with my 'guns.” He set the book down, faced me, lifted up his right art and FLEXED the exploding mass about a foot in front of my aghast face. WOW. All I could do was stare at it. It seemed so much bigger and veinier since I saw him pose his biceps it up close about 3 weeks ago at college. “Are you going to measure or just drool all over it?” he teased. “Sorry.” “HAHA. I know, its fine. But hurry up it's starting to cramp. GRR!” he grunted. I placed the end of the tape up high on the rock solid peak and held it there with two trembling fingers. The peak had no give whatsoever as I pressed the tape into his paper thing skin. I let the tape fall down the back of his arm and then with my other hand picked up the dangling strand and began to wrap it around the warm flesh. I had to adjust a couple of times to make sure I was getting the largest part of the heavy drooping sweep of his colossal triceps. Finally, I brought the tape up around the front to meet my other two fingers, watch it cover a few sinews of the baseball size peak. “21 AND THREE QUARTERS INCHES.” “GRRRRR SHIT YEAH, BOY. That's an entire INCH in just over two weeks! I'm a monster!” Dad was really getting excited and I couldn't blame him. We taped his other arm a the same measurement. Not only was he huge, he was symmetrical as well. Some guys get all he luck. “All right let's check out my chest.” Dad raised both his arms out wide giving me access to his heaving torso. I stood in front of him and wrapped the tape around his waist and being to flip it upwards. It took some effort to get the tape to stay up around his widescreen lats. I had to step forward nearly having to rest my face on his furry left pectoral just to reach around him far enough to pull the tape tight. I held the tape ready to take the measurement. “Ok, meathead let your arms down.” Pops chuckled at my playful insult. He let his arms fall the tape nearly pulled apart in my grasp. Letting his arms down caused the muscle slabs to surge further toward me. Luckily I didn't completely loose my grip on the tape so we didn't have to start over. I re-positioned the tape and read: “56 inches.” This time there was no verbal outburst. My father simply tilted his back and closed his eyes in inwardly reflective pleasure. After a big sigh he calmly stated “Three more inches...awesome.” “Awesome is right old man! Those fun-bags of your are HUGE.” “HAHAHA! Fun bags... Well they are pretty fun, Son. Check this out.” Dad proceeded to alternately bounce his pectorals, while my fingers were still holding the tape at nipple level. Each slab of pec meat alternately jumped upwards and then fell down on top of my trembling fingers in rhythm. He repeated the process for 10 or so bounces. With each bounce my father looked down and uttered “BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!... They call that a pec dance, Son.” I laughed at his innocence. “I know what it's called Dad. Although in your case they are so big it should be called a pec PROM!” He laughed back at me louder in response. Along with our genes we certainly shared our love of corny jokes. I then taped his waist at 33 inches, the only part of him that seemingly had not grown, of course. His calves were now up to 21 inches, keeping pace with his arms. All we had left were his thighs. “Alight, beastman. Hike up those shorts and let's see those oak trees you call legs.” My father leaned over to grab the fabric of his right shorts pant leg with both hands and began to shimmy and roll it up his thigh, exposing more and more of the corded mass as he stood up straight. He bunched the shorts up higher and higher when I let out a sudden GASP. As he was pulling up the baggy shorts he all of sudden lost a hold of...well...himself. A large flesh colored, wrinkly tube accidentally flopped out the bottom of his hiked shorts and smacked against the thick furry muscles of his right quadriceps. OH. MY. GAWD. Doing some quick visual measuring I estimated the giant soft pink head was hanging at least 7 inches from the center of his crotch. While I recently had several unfortunate looks at his clothed bulge this was the first time I had seen his manhood exposed. At first he didn't notice his wardrobe malfunction. He was standing up nearly straight so for sure couldn't see it over the protruding shelf of his chest. “Um, Dad...you're...hanging out.” “What are you talking abou...? Oh, SHIT! Sorry about that, haha,” he laughed nervously, blushing bright red. He re-hiked the shorts this time being sure to keep the rubbery rolling-pin thick cock contained. I proceeded to measure his legs in a bit of a stunned trance. “And...31.5 inches. Nice, uh...nice wheels big man.” There was no jubilant outburst from my father, we were both too embarrassed. The moment couldn't be any more awkward. Well, it turns out it could, because my morbid curiosity. “So, Dad. I'm guessing that... NOT THAT I'VE EVER LOOKED...” I protested quickly. “I'm guessing THAT... “ I glanced down a his crotch, “...has grown too?” Well I guess we were both all in at this point. Nothing to hide anymore. Not that he even COULD hide that leviathan in his shorts. My old man explained, his growing pride becoming more and more evident. “Oh yeah, Buddy. In fact, if anything I think IT has grown more proportionally compared the rest of me.” “Geezus” I sighed. “No wonder Amy and Mandy were screaming so loud.” Dad chuckled sexily, his voicebox deeply resonated in his sturdy throat. “Oh yeah. They couldn't get enough of it. I told you how I'm horned up all the time. Well its just become soooo, fuckin'...BIG that I can't ignore it, no matter what I'm doing. I swear the old joke, 'it has a mind of its own' must be steeped in reality my cock has grown so much it MIGHT have its own brain,” he continued to humble-brag. “Well, congrats Pops” I stated with just a hint of resent. My father picked up on my tone. “Hey now! Remember what I said a few days ago. I've seen you naked several times and I know you ain't packin' anything small.” I sighed and responded, chuckling lightly myself, “This is sooo freakin' awkward. But thanks, Dad.” “No problem, little Buddy.” There he goes using the 'little' word again...

The slow burn continues... Dad's Lost Glory Years Chapter 5. HOME SWEET HOME It was good to be home. There is truly nothing like your own bed. Shortly after we got back I zonked out and slept for a solid nine hours, waking up refreshed on Saturday morning. I threw on some shorts and a tank and headed to to the kitchen for some breakfast. Dad was at the kitchen in a just a pair of baggy basketball shorts, shirtless. Shoulders, arms and chest out to here, displaying those furry chesticles for the world to ogle. He hadn't shaved yet this morning and his heavy stubble from yesterday could now be classified as a certified beard. His still had bed-hair but it gave him that messy hair look that only the best looking dudes can pull off. He was holding a newspaper in hand while forking in chunk after chunk of eggs, ham and cheese into his big maw with the other. “Mornin', champ. There's still some eggs on the counter, help yourself.” After eating Dad put on an enormous t-shirt that was actually baggy. I silently wondered what size that shirt had to be. We finished moving in the rest of my stuff and I unpacked while he took care of the Saturday chores. Later that afternoon Ted would be coming by to pick up Dad to go see the doctor for their weekly checkup and treatments. “Dr. Jock” as my dad called him. Apparently his real name was “Jacques.” He was the son of French immigrants, was about 60 years and a former national level powerlifter. Being heavy in to sports and weights he picked up the Dr. Jock moniker in med school and it had stuck with him every since. “A real big ole' bastard,” my Dad said as he filled me on Dr. Jock's background. “When it comes to the gym, definitely nothing pretty about him. He's all about raw strength. A pure powerlifter, huge belly and all. Great guy, though!” he added. Dr. Jock, being an older fellow himself knew first hand the benefits of HGH and testosterone replacement therapy and was all too happy to help out his fellow weightlifting men. At about 3:00pm the doorbell rang. Dad was in the can so I answered it. Ted was at the door in a casual Saturday outfit himself, looking like a stage-ready tan magazine model. Flip flops, basketball shorts, a snug sleeveless dark blue muscle shirt and a backwards white baseball cap. “Jed! Buddy!” How's it going, man? He grabbed my hand and pulled me in for a classic bro-hug, back pats and all. What did you think of your first year of college? You didn't break too many ladies' hearts, did you?” We engaged in a bro chat for a few minutes as we caught up. I've never really considered myself much of a bro but being around athletics my whole life I could easily slip into the persona. Of course our conversation inevitably turned toward the man-beast that lived with me. “Dude, your old man has the potential to be on another level. I have never seen anybody make the kind of gains he has. I'm starting to fear he'll leave me in the dust!” Ted continued to fawn over my Dad, but never in a jealous way. If anything he seemed to consider himself the trainer who helped “unleash the beast” in my father as he jokingly put it. “I will say, his growing is helping me too. He certainly makes me work out harder myself. I've actually been slowly losing bodyfat while holding my weight. That may not sound like much, but for as long I've been lifting it's really incredible!” Ted lifted up his shirt and showed me his abs. His amazing, deep-valleyed, tanned, vascular abdominals. Ted's abs were the type you see on on a Men's Fitness cover. Contract to Dad's abs which were evident, large and protruding, but his ab canyons were filled with just a small layer of powerfat. “Ted, you douchebag! Put your shirt down ya' big showoff!” My dad joked loudly walking back into the living room. Ted looked past me at my old man. “HEY! There he is. There's 'Chunky Chad'”! Ted teased, continuing to rub his six-pack with one hand. “Yeah, you wish you abs like these, fatty!” “Fatty?!? Why you little shit you better watch yourself or I'll give you a swirly.” Dad bound over and grabbed Ted in a brotherly headlock and and squeezed his neck with those big arms of his. Ted struggled to free himself with no success, both of them roaring in laughter the entire time. With Ted still at his mercy, Dad stood up straight, pulling Ted upright as well. “If your abs are so phenomenal, let's see if they can take a punch from, Jed here.” “Bring it on you jealous chunksters!” Ted jokingly retorted. I proceeded to halfheartedly punch Ted's gut. My Dad and I certainly had no intention to really try to hurt him. Although, his abs were solid enough I wasn't sure I would've been able to anyway. Ted continued to shimmy to try to get away but Dad easily held firm like a rock. As I began to lose interest my knuckles lightly brushed against Ted's abs and he recoiled and gasped. My Dad quickly realized Ted's weakness. “Oh well looky here. I think lil' Teddy here is ticklish. What say we find out, Son.” “HAHA you big bastard let me go!” Ted screamed in amused terror. “You know Pops, I think you might be right, but let's check just to be sure.” I started lightly running my fingers over and into the grooves on his taught flesh. Ted instantly started thrashing and squealing in a pitch way higher than you would expect a macho dude to make. “STOP! HAHAHAHAHAH! NOT FAIR! BWAHAAHAH! YOU TWO ARE GANGIN' UP ON ME! I'M GONNA PISS MY SHORTS!!” Finally, I stopped my terrorizing tickling and Dad released Ted. He fell to the ground gasping for air. We all had to catch our breaths from the extreme laughing session we had just endured. “WHEW. Heh heh... whew. Alright ya' big fuckin' goon...” Ted gazed up a my father, still getting the giggles out of his own system. “Let's go see the Doc and get even more monstrous.” “That'll teach you to mess with BIG CHAD GRAVES!” Dad pronounced. The two ubermen grabbed their bags and headed out. “We'll be back in a couple of hours, Jed.” I spend that afternoon putting my room back together and taking care of a few chores. I went to take care of a load of laundry in the small room adjoining the kitchen. In there I noticed an unusual basket of Dad's clothes off the to side of the dryer. That basket had never been there before. I assumed they where his dirty clothes. I started grabbing his clothes and adding them to my load. That's when I noticed that one of Dad's button down shirts had a big tear in the armpit. I got to thinking and started inspecting the other pieces from the mystery basket. That's when I realized, all the clothes in the basket had in some way been ruined by my father's expanding body. Buttons missing from the chest, tears in the armpits, splits in the crotch and ass of his pants, you name it. The basket was basically a mass grave of clothing murdered by old man's hulking muscles. While inspecting the destruction I also noticed none of the shirts were smaller than XL and there were even a couple XXL's! Out of morbid curiosity I grabbed one of the torn t-shirts and decided to slip it on. It was another one those vintage style, light, form fitting shirts. I slipped off my tank and slipped on his shirt. I could smell his lingering masculine essence on it. The shirt's torso fell loosely to my waist, the sleeves loosely to my forearms. Once again, instead of the 19 year old college hunk I supposedly was, I felt like a 13 year old boy. I lifted up my right arm and used the opposite hand to hold up the sleeve so I could inspect the gaping hole at the armpit. All I could do was shake my head in awe. Here I was looking ridiculously undersized in this ruined shirt and my father's brawny musculature had simply torn through it like tissue paper. Once I had the laundry going I was walking through the kitchen I heard a buzzing sound. Apparently, Dad has forgotten his phone and it was sitting on the kitchen table. When it comes to technology my father was always a bit of an old soul. I had convinced him just one year prior to give up his old flip phone for a smartphone. Similarly, Dad has never been tethered to his phone like most modern people and often forgot it The phone kept making intermittent buzzes as I continued to wander through the house. Eventually I couldn't help but glance at it. On the home screen was the Tinder icon with a small number “13” on it. Dad had 13 new notifications from his Tinder. I could also see he had “9” unread text messages. Ole' Chad was apparently still using his Tinder account and was apparently quite the popular guy. Out of the kitchen window I noticed the USPS truck driving away down the street. I went to the front door, slipped on my flip flops and went and got the mail. As I came back I noticed Dad's new white Nike sneakers in the shoe pile. They looked big sitting there next to my sneakers. We had shared the same shoe size ever since I turned 14 years old. I picked up the show, inspected tongue and saw the shoe was a size 13 EEE! Dad had gone up two shoe sizes AND needed them extra wide. I was astounded. It didn't make any sense. Do feet have muscles? Do feet grow like muscles grow? I wasn't a biology major but I thought feet, like height, pretty much stopped growing once you finished puberty. About half and hour later Dad walked back in through the front door. Ted had dropped him off and headed home. “Everything still good, Dad?” “Yup! No worries at all. Doc's says I may be the healthiest guy he's ever treated. I've never felt or looked better.” “Haha. There you go getting a big head again!” “Yeah Son!” He chuckled, grinning at me deviously. “Big head, big arms, big chest, big thighs...big everything!” All I could do was roll my eyes and snicker at this lame joke. The rest of Saturday came and went. Dad and I just decided to hang out an watch a movie that evening. Nothing exciting, we were still a bit beat from the move yesterday and getting back to normal this afternoon. On Sunday afternoon Dad and Ted went to the gym for “Sunday Squat-Day” as he called it. Apparently on Sunday the two worked purely on their squat strength. Never going no more than 5 reps with as much weight as possible. Three hours after they left my Dad waddled in through the front door, grimacing with each step “Are you OK? Did you hurt yourself?” “Only in a good way, champ. Legs muscles are just painfully pumped. I absolutely destroyed my quads today squatting.” “Oh year I remember those leg day pains. Just remember to keep those drumsticks stretched out. Don't walk around stiff-legged, that will only make it worse.” “Good idea.” Dad waddled over and plopped down on the coach. I did notice his gym shorts seemed noticeably tighter than when he had left. I went to the kitchen and got him a glass of water. “Thanks, Bud.” Later that night we started to get ready for bed. I was making myself a snack in the kitchen. My father strolled to the laundry room, pulled off his gym shorts and threw them in the dirty clothes pile. HOLY SHIT! This was the first time I had seen his legs exposed since Christmas. He tree trunks were bulging out of some designer boxer-brief type underwear that had “WEM” printed in bold letters on the waistband. In the stuffed pouch, it looked like dad was smuggling a handfull of hacky sacks. His lightly furred thighs absolutely exploded out of the the leg holes. While Dad still have that very light layer of fat over most of his body, that fat had apparently been scared away by the boated sinews of his quads. All the separations and individual heads were easily evident. With each step the muscles would jump and quiver as his foot heavily thumped onto the floor. In fact, it seemed amazing that my father still walked relatively normal. You'd think he would've had the waddle that you see from the really big bodybuilder dudes. My dad cleared his throat. Once again I had been caught staring. I looked up into my father's handsome smirking face and was instantly embarrassed once again. “It's OK, Son really. I see that same look on my own face every morning when I look in the mirror. I honestly can't believe this is all happening myself.” Dad looked down at his legs. He brought forward his right leg and began to rock his knee back and forth. The meaty mass encasing the femur began to sway majestically back and forth. He let the mesmerizing motion continue for a few seconds mesmerizing not only myself but himself as well. Finally, he suddenly hissed and slammed his left foot into the ground. The swaying mass instantly tightened into knotted cords and ropes of golden, furry flesh. “I learned to do that from a bodybuilding video Ted showed me on Youtube,” he proudly stated. “That really is amazing, Dad. You're legs were always big even before you started lifting. Now they are a different level!” “Yeah, hopefully I can my upper body on par with these monsters.” My first weekend at home was now complete. The next morning Dad got up and went to work and we settled into a typical summer routine. He went to work. I did some house chores, chilled out, and did some job searching. Dad would get home at about 5:30pm, hungry as hell and threatening to burst out his button down shirts. He would wolf down a huge healthy meal we would head to the gym and join Ted for our nightly workout. For me, that first week at the gym was brutal. Falling out of my gym routine this past semester had taken it's toll on my strength and endurance. It took every once of energy to keep up the beasts I was lifting with, but it was fantastic motivation. Ted's ultra ripped, competition ready 230 lb body and my father's off season heavy-weight bodybuilding frame could've motivated Buddha himself to start lifting! Lying down to prepare for the bench press and looking up at Pops' handsome power mug getting ready to spot me, it felt like his essence was flowing into me and I just knew I could handle the weight with his hulking man protecting me. Even though my father was very mild-tempered I shuddered to think what would happen in anybody ever tried to mess with me or even Ted. Dad, of course was still a mad man at the gym. He was constantly maxing out the weight machines. He inclined benched the 125 lb dumbells. Squatted 495 lbs. All for reps. Even considering his construction background he was well above average on strength. Every workout he would absolutely swell up with biggest pump I had ever seen. And it seemed like his pump lingered. We lifted hard and fast from about 7:00-8:30pm every night. My pump would always die down well before we went to bed, but I would see Dad standing in the bathroom brushing his teeth in his jam-packed WEM underwear he still looked just as red and swollen as when he re-racked the last dumbbells. On Friday we both went to the gym for an “easy end of week arm-pump,” sans Ted. Ted's cousin was getting married in the next state over so we was gone until Sunday. You could probably guess, but It was anything but easy. And with that I finished up my first week back at it. Did looking as swole's as ever. I swore he looked bigger every day. I mentioned how his pump never seemed to go away. It's like when he woke up in the mornings he kept his pumped size from the night before. Then during his workout he would pump up even more during the next workout. Hi chest seemed to be pushing out more, making his head sit further back and making him look taller than he was. The following day I headed to the clinic with Pops. I got to meet Dr. Jock. As my Dad described, he was big powerful, yet soft looking older guy. My father and I used to watch “World's Strongest Man” marathons that were always on ESPN2 during the holidays. Dr. Jock reminded of Bill Kazmaier, the commentator and former winner from the 80's. He had nice clean office with wood paneling. I noticed he a Stanford med school degree hanging on the wall and a couple of papers on muscular dystrophy authored by him sitting on the desk. Damn, this guy was smart! “It's nice to meet you Jed. Are you thinking of getting into weightlifting too?” Dr. Jock asked. “Yeah, I sorta fell out of it his past half year due to school. This beast here is going to help get back into it” “You're father really is a beast. Some of the best natural genetics I have ever seen and I bet you got some of 'em too. You young guys really are lucky that you are just a walking hormone factory. Take advantage of that while you can. In fact, Chad, I wanted to talk to you a little bit more on that. This is also good that Ted's not around.” “What? Why do you say that. What's wrong with Ted?” my father asked with concern. “Oh nothing! Nothing at all. Ted is in amazing shape as you know. You see, Chad, I've been examining your bloodwork more closely the last couple of weeks. Also, if you recall I also took a small tissue sample from you two about a month ago. What' I have found is that you really are quite the gifted specimen. What I want to do is increase your HGH and Test dosage by 50%. I have no concerns that your body will have any issues whatsoever handing another boost. I didn't want to tell you this in front of Ted because I didn't want to make him jealous. You see, the thing about Ted, he's been bodybuilding for about 10 years now so he's just about hit his genetic limit. Since you're relatively new to lifting you're body seems primed for more growth if you keep up the hard work.” My dad had a glassy-eyed look as he listened to the doc speak. He was clearly imagining what it would feel like to carry 30, 40, even 60 more pounds of muscle and the power that would come with it. “Yeah! Doc, I absolutely...” he started saying before he looked at me. I could tell he wasn't going to do it unless he got my permission. I looked into his pleading brown eyes and could see the yearning behind them. After a second I grinned at his face and spoke, “You're going to do it, you big lug. And I'll be there to watch as you grow.” Dad's handsome mouth curled into a huge smile and he jumped up and wrapped me up in a another constricting hug. The giddy excitement was pouring out of him. “Alright Doc, let's do it.” “Excellent,” Dr. Jock responded. “Well strip down, let's get your vitals.” Dad performed another unintentionally sexy strip show down to just his underwear, another pair of sporty, gray, WEM brand underwear. He stood there bulging outward in every direction. And, as I glanced again at the straining pouch of his trunks, I do mean EVERYWHERE. Dad stepped up on the scale. “259 lbs,” The Doc read. “Another 7 lbs since last week. Nice work Mr. Graves.” “Awesome! Thanks, Doc.” “Aaand just hold still...” Doc had once those fancy scales that somehow uses electrical signals to measure bodyfat. “...and 13.2% bodyfat. Down from 13.8% last week. Still making solid steady gains. Ok big guy turn around an pull your waistband down and so I can stick you.” Did did as instruction and pulled down the back of his underwear exposing a huge, melon-size hairy glute muscle. The Doc swabbed a spot with some alcohol and gave my father two injections, one for the HGH and one for the testosterone. He re-swabbed the injections sites and had my Dad re-dress. “All, right all done. Keep pounding away at the gym and as always let me know if you have any issues. It was nice to you again, young man.” With that Dad and I shook the Doc's thick hand, said our goodbyes and headed home. The next day was 'Sunday Squatday again. All Sunday morning long Dad seemed even more energized than normal. In the early afternoon we geared up and headed to Urbranflex to meet up with Ted. We headed in and headed to the semi-secluded squat rack in the corner of the gym and threw our bags down. Dad and I both hopped on an elliptical to get the blood flowing as Ted walked in. “Hey, dudes! Ready to hit it hard!?” “Of course, iron bother!” Pop's replied. Once we were all warmed up and stretched out a we began squatting. My father and Ted both slipped on some blue knee sleeves to keep their knees loose, warm and limber. Starting at 135 lbs we all hammered out a quick 10 reps each. From there we bumped up the weight in increments of quarter plates and full plates and did 5 reps each. Ted, of course, had good form but my father's was nothing short of perfect. He almost sat his big bulbous ass on the ground when we squatted down before clenching his core and rocketing straight up, each rep. Once we got to 275 lbs I was at a weigh that would be my my working set. I was surprised that I was able to get it five times as I hadn't gone heavy on squats in ages. I chalked up to the motivation being blasted into me from the muscle twins I was with. We bumped up the weight to 315 where I as able to get three reps before I conceded. “Nice job, Son! I don't see many lads your age who can squat 315 for even one rep. The two jocks completed their set and we then loaded on 365 lbs and then 405 lbs. At 405 lbs Ted was able to get five reps with a lot of grunting and effort. My old man got it no sweat, of course, he might as well have been squatting with a backpack full of feathers. At 455 my father first began to spot Ted. With or encouragement Ted completed 5 slow but acceptable reps, sweat was pouring down his head. At this weight my Dad also started to show just a slight amount of effort. We went up to five plates on each side, a total of 495 lbs. Elite level squatting for any size athlete. With my father right behind him ready to help at a moment's notice, Ted grunted out 3 reps. He re-racked the weight an fell to the ground, quads and hamstrings burning. “Awesome work Teddy! You only got that two times last week!” Ted crouched on the ground, letting the blood flow back into his pumped quads. “Thanks, man,” he said between deep breaths. “You know I'm not built for this strength stuff, this is hard for me. My father razzed Ted as he heaved on the ground, “yeah you pretty-boy bodybuilders need to man up a little! Real men use their muscles for strength and not just show.” “Haha! Shut up you ass.” Ted looked to me, “You're old man likes the 'powerbuilder' method.” “What's a 'powerbuilder'?” I asked. “Basically a really strong bodybuilder. A bodybuilder who employs hardcore powerlifting exercises supplemented by typical bodybuilding lifts to build both muscle size and strength. Bodybuilders really don't care about strength, its more about shape and size.” Once Ted could stand again we added quarters to bring the weight up to 545 lbs. “Ok, Chadster. Now we're getting up into the big boy weights. Get after it now!” Ted encouraged slapping both his hands my fathers wide back. My father was psyching himself up for the big lift, pacing back and forth. With lough quick grunt he leaned under the bar and rested the sagging bar on his mountainous traps. Ted stood just behind him, ready to help at a moments notice. “GRRRRR YAHHH.” Dad straightened up, weight and all, and took a short step back and found his footing. He arched his back and lowered the weight bringing his ass well below his knees. He held it there for just a quick moment and then exploded upward with a gym-rattling grunt. He repeated the effort four more times growling with so much effort he could be heard from two blocks away. It's a good thing this was a hard core gym, he wouldn't been perma-banned if this were Planet Fitness. Dad re-racked the weight. “DAMN MAN! FUCKIN' IMPRESSIVE!” Ted praised. “You only got that, what, three reps last week! Beast!” Once my Dad caught his breach his face hardened and he demanded, “Alright. Let's get real. Make it six plates on each side.” Ted looked at Dad and then at me. “Are you sure big guy? That would 20 lbs more than your previous max!” Dad scrunched his brow and looked like he could throw Ted to the moon for doubting him. “You heard me.” Ted just shook his head side to side and did as he was told, bringing the bar up to 585 lbs. “Alright big guy. Here we go!” Dad did his pre-lift pacing, only this time he added in some self slaps to really get his adrenaline going. Dad forcefully stepped into the squat rack and hefted the weight onto his mighty upper back and shoulders. Ted stood just being him nice and close in case of an emergency. Dad let himself fall down, down, down. No matter what weight his form was impeccable. Once his glutes had sank deep enough he began to rise with a booming “GrrrrrrRRRRRAHHHHH!”. Up he went till his legs were fulling extended and rep was completed. “FUCKIN' A MAN! YOU KILLED IT! NEW PR!” Ted instantly appraised. He made a move to help push the weight back into the rack. “NOOOO!!!” Dad growled at Ted. “MORE!” A look of uncertainly crossed Ted's face but he knew not to challenge my father. Once again he lowered and then raised the weight. By now small handful of other lifters had gathered to spur him on. Then, to both our astonishment, he squatted the weight AGAIN!!! HOLY MOTHER OF GOD! My mind was racing, as was Ted's. My father had just squatted a new personal record of 585 lbs, not for one rep, but THREE! Dad finally stepped forward and re-racked the weight. He stepped back from under the bar, looked straight toward the ceiling, held his arms out wide and let out a mighty roar like a lion. “RRRRYYYYEEEAHHHHHHH!” I almost had to cover my ears from the sound his voice. Ted slapped him on his back, “Chad-man, that was A-fuckin'-mazing. You really were feeling it today!” Dad flashed me a knowing grin and spoke between breaths “Yeah, I sure was, I guess.” Had his extra dosages already kicked in? It sure seemed that way. The rest of the week was more of the same with Dad continueing to set new personal bests on just about every lift. Everyday he came home from work shirts were tighter than ever. His perma-stubbled face seemed even more handsome. His short dark hair looked to be just a bit thicker than before. He was the walking embodiment of masculine vitality and virility. It also looked like he was stuffing socks in the front is trousers. Was he bigger down there or just constantly chubbed up? Or BOTH?!?! I theorized that the extra boost from Dr. Jock had basically put him on overdrive. On Thursday night as we were preparing for bed, I swore I heard some deep moans coming from behind the bathroom door. I'm can't be 100% sure but I think Dad was jacking off in there! I mean, he had to jack off like any normal man, but this was the first time he couldn't hide the obviousness of what was going on in there. The following Saturday my father and Ted went to get their weekly treatment, with my father getting his extra boost unknownst to Ted. As soon as he got in the front door he shouted “269!” I was in my room so just heard him. “269 what?” I thought absent mindedly. Oh shit. Pounds!?!? He was now 269 lbs! That's another, what 10 lbs since last week. My big Papa had put on 17 lbs in just two weeks. That is unheard of. He poked his head into my room and added. “And 12.6% bodyfat.” Geezus. That means he actually had put on a bit more than 17 lbs. No wonder he looked bigger everyday, he fuckin' WAS bigger every day. I wondered what that heaving chest those python arms measured now. One of my high school buddies had texted that afternoon so we decided to hang out at his place that night and play some Xbox. My father had no qualms of his and said he would meet up with a new Tinder friend he had been chatting with. After I hung out with my buddy I headed home at about 11:30pm, Dad still wasn't home. His date must've been going well. A while later I was awoken by the sound the of the front door slamming. I could hear a muffled conversation between my father and very, very chatty woman. As per bro-code I elected not to get up to disturb them and let my father have his fun. I heard him and his excessively talkative date retreat to his room down the hallway. I was unable to fall back into a deep slumber because about 20 minutes later I was again jolted fully awake by high pitched moaning and gravelly deep grunts coming from my father's room. My stud father was getting down to business, and boy, she was certainly a screamer. Through the walls I could make out several muffled phrases you would here in a typical porno. Faint “Oh Yes”'s and “Soooo big”s and “Fuck me stud!”'s the like. Every few minutes there was a loud squeal and an “OM MY GOD.” They continued to go at it for what seemed like another hour. I would just fall back into my REM cycle only to be awoken by another loud feminine verbalization of pleasure. There were also several loud thumps of which I could only guess was the bed frame banging against the wall. Lots of muffled laughter and conversation. Man, whoever this girl was she would not shut up. Eventually, after what seemed like another hour later I heard a load, gruff manly moan as Dad had, hopefully, finally climaxed, giving his date some relief as well as finally letting me fall asleep. The next morning I got up a bit earlier than normal and went to the kitchen to make myself some breakfast. A purse was on the kitchen, my father's date was apparently still in his room. As I was making my food my hulking father lumbered into the kitchen in just his trademark WEM boxer briefs. He couldn't hide his surprised to see me. “Oh, hi son...you're uh...you're up early for a Sunday.” I quickly became clear why he wasn't thrilled to see me. My high school friend Amy slinked around my father's bulging body in just a bra and panties and went to get herself a glass water. He hadn't been able to stay away from the young ladies like I asked. “Oh good morning, Jed...again.” She flashed me a devilish smile, obviously pleased with herself. She apparently had gotten past any possible embarrassment of sleeping with her friends' father. I briefly thought how any woman couldn't possibly feel any embarrassment from getting in the sack with my uber-stud Papa, but it still didn't help my psyche out much. I flashed me father a look of anger and disgust. As I looked in his eyes I telepathically transmitted a “what the hell, man?!?”message to his brain. He just smirked back at me and shrugged those bowling ball shoulders, telepathically replying “sorry, bro!” Now, Amy was always a hot girl, but she was always hot in one of those reserved, girl-next-door type of ways. Really not super outspoken or anything. But I just couldn't believe that so much the sexy language that had spewed forth last night for this shy young woman. A moment later, it became apparently why I had heard so much talk. A SECOND scantily clad female figure emerged from out of the hallway. It took me just a moment to realize...IT WAS MANDY. MY OTHER FRIEND AND FORMER HIGH SCHOOL GIRLFRIEND. OH! MY! GAWD! I immediately dropped my cereal spoon to the table as I locked eyes with Mandy, her perky tits barely contained in her black bra, her long blonde hair tussled. She was wearing pair of my Dad's WEM boxer briefs. She innocently smiled back. If I weren't so embarrassed I would've popped and insta-boner at she lustily got herself a glass of water too. The reason I had heard so much screaming and talking last night was because my super-jock-hunk-stud Dad had just fucked TWO of the hottest college coeds from our town!!! Not one. TWO! AT ONCE! This was the type of shit you read about in those cheesy Penthouse magazine letters, only my father had just actually lived every straight guys fantasy. The two girls gulped down a surprising amount of water, they obviously were dehydrated from the intense workout they had been given last night. My father stood there leaning against the wall with his big arms crossed in front of his over-developed pectorals, making the sinews of his forearms bulge into obvious relief. As he eyed his supple conquests quenching their thirsts I notice his package plump up more, further sagging the fabric in the front of his undies. Obviously the knowledge of his sexual super-prowess was again revving his motor. Once the girls' thirst was sated they both walked over and wrapped their lithe arms around my Dad's waist. He opened his arms to embrace them both, one wrapped in each arm. In turn, he leaned down and gave each one of them deep, sloppy kiss. First Amy and then Mandy. In the process Amy reached up and tweaked my father's large nipple with her right hand while Mandy reached down and cupped his prodigious bulge, causing it further test the limits of the crotch fabric and sending a shiver shockwave down his body. They were practically giving me a live softcore porno demonstration right in my own kitchen! The two girls clearly no longer cared what I thought of the whole situation, they were too enamored by the his steaming hot bod. Finally, my Dad lifted his head and released his supple young prey. Both of girls let out a low disappointed moan as they lost contact with his with his godly physique. “Well you two ladies better get going. You got church later this morning, ya know.” Amy laughed and joked. “Oh yeah, after last night we've both got some sins we need atone for, hehe.” Dad let out a soft laugh at the cheesy joke. Amy deviously looked back me, sitting there stunned and shirtless at the kitchen table. “Wow, Jed. I used to think you were one hot stud. But you really should start hitting the weight room.” That bitch. Where had this come from? Had she had a some weird deviant sexual awakening from getting banged by my old man? “What are you, like, 30 lbs lighter than your big Daddy here?” I honestly don't think he meant to embarrass me further but my father couldn't resist correcting her, “Closer to 80 lbs actually.” he added softly. “80 pounds! Omigod Mr. Graves! You are, like, one and half times the man as your little boy here. I always thought that sons were suppose to outgrow their fathers. I don't see that happening any time soon for little Jed, here.” Amy continued to belittle me as she rubbed her tiny hand up and down his heavy right chest muscle. She lustily continued to stroke his ego, “I mean, Mr. Graves, you're just...sooo big...it would take A LOT of man to catch up to you.” My father closed his eyes and let out a soft yet audible grown. His package had plumped even more. You could now clearly make out the helmet shape of his massive cock pressing against the fabric. It looked to be as wide as a beer can. I sincerely hoped that he was more turned by Amy's appraisal of his size rather than by her teasing me. I had never felt so small and insignificant in my life. If like my pecker had retreated backward into my gut. Mandy, thankfully had decided not the join in my torture. Perhaps because we had a previous relationship she felt some pity. Although, she still couldn't fully hide her amusement from some of Amy's teases. Finally, Mandy spoke up. “All right Amy we've gotta get going.” They went back into Dad's room, dressed and headed out the front door. Amy couldn't help but give me a cruel smile as she passed me by. I was going to have to have to have a conversation with my hyper-sexual muscle beast of a father...

Was feeling rather aggressive when i wrote this, so there is a fair bit of death and gore. You have been warned. Part 2 As the main lights went out, leaving the cell dimly lit by the auxiliary lighting I decided it was time. I swung out of the bed and stood in the middle of the cell looking over at the man I shared it with. Sensing my gaze he opened his eyes and looked up at me. “What ya doing man?” Without a word I began to peel off the prison regulation jumpsuit, exposing my powerful pecs followed by my rock hard midsection. By the time I had removed it from my shoulders and pulled my arms out of the sleeves my cell mate was sitting on the edge of his bed staring in awe at my muscular perfection. “Holy shit”, he gasped, “I didn’t realise you were so pumped. I kicked off my shoes and pulled the suit down, stepping out of it and tossing it aside, holding the man’s gaze with my own. Standing in just my briefs which could barely contain my huge cock I finally spoke my first words to the man since I had arrived in his cell that afternoon. “You like what you see, little man?” I asked. He could only nod as his eyes roved all over my body, unable to decide where to settle. I walked over to him, my crotch just inches from his face, a cruel smile on my lips. “Take out my dick”, I commanded. I could see the confusion in his eyes as he tried to reconcile the fact he was straight with his growing desire for me, wondering why the mere sight of my body had his dick twitching in his pants. “Now”, I said, my voice low and aggressive. Without a word he reached out and pulled down the front of my briefs freeing my stiffening cock, watching in awe as it began to expand to its full sixteen inches. “It…it’s huge” he stammered moving his head back to allow room for its expansion. “Then you’d better open wide”, I said, as I took his head in my hands and gently guided his mouth towards the tip. “That’s it faggot”, I said as he opened his mouth and began to lick and suck my shaft while running his hands over my massive quads and ass. “Oh yea”, I growled, as I began thrusting in and out, “That’s it, make me cum boy”. I didn’t take long and as I felt my orgasm build I pushed my dick further into his mouth as I began to cum, sending my thick hot cream down his throat. He tried to pull away as I emptied a torrent of cum into him, filling his airways, and suffocating him but I held him in place effortlessly as I continued my ejaculation, filling his lungs and literally drowning him with my seed. I gave a long sigh of satisfaction as I finished and I released my grip on him, letting his lifeless body fall back onto the bed , a thick trickle of cum leaking out the corner of his mouth. I pulled the black briefs back up and slowly ran my hands over my hard muscular ass, revelling in the feel of the silky smooth nylon which looked as though it has been painted onto my glutes. I walked over the cell door and grabbed two of the bars, one in each hand and began to pull. There was the slightest resistance and then with a soft squeal the bars began to bend away from each other as my muscles proved to be more than a match for the steel. I squeezed through the gap I had made and looked down the corridor to the guard’s desk. He sat facing me, his feet on his desk, but he was to engrossed in his newspaper to see me exit the cell. I began walking towards him, silently closing the distance until I was no more than ten feet from his desk, which was when he finally looked up. “What the…” he began as I tensed my legs and leapt into the air, the incredible power of my thigh muscles easily allowing me to cover the distance between us and clear his desk. I landed next to him with the grace of a professional gymnast and grabbed his throat pushing him backwards against the wall and cutting of any attempts to shout for help. I straddled his body and sat down on his lap, feeling his dick harden against my ass. I began to flex my glutes, massaging his dick through the thin material of his trousers as I leant forward trapping his head between the wall and my chest. He pushed against me, trying to free himself but I barely registered his pitiful attempts as I slowly inhaled, causing my chest to expand, increasing the pressure on his skull. He gave a muffled moan of pleasure as he came against my ass, but his pleasure was short lived and his moans of pleasure soon turned to moans of pain as I continued to expand my chest until I felt his nose break against my meaty pecs, quickly followed by a wet crunch as his skull cracked open against the wall from the unrelenting pressure. His body bucked beneath me as I crushed his skull to little more than a gory pulp and then finally he was still. I stood up, ripped his shirt off and used it to wipe the blood from my pecs before heading towards the door that led to the main office. There were three officers in the office, one was typing away at a computer, the second was flicking through a magazine and the third was standing next to the door I had just walked through. “Hey, how the hell did you get out”, he shouted as I strode into the room. He went for his gun, but his reflexes were truly pitiful. I grabbed his wrist in my left hand and began to squeeze, he immediately fell to his knees screaming as the bones began to crack and break in my grip. The second cop who had been reading the magazine came running towards me, drawing his nightstick, but without even giving him a second glance my leg shot out in a powerful side kick, my foot crashing into his chest. I was careful not to put too much power into the kick, I didn’t want my fun to end too soon, but it send him flying backwards into the chair he just vacated, dazed and clutching his chest in agony. The last cop had just jumped out of his chair but he froze the instant I turned my gaze on him. He was the youngest of the three, and looked like he was barely out of his teens. The look on his face betrayed his fear but the obvious bulge in his trousers betrayed his arousal. Fear and desire, the two most important emotions in controlling a man and this was no exception. “Don’t move boy”, I growled, turning back to the man kneeling before me, knowing that my command would be followed. “Time to die worm”, I smiled as I grabbed his head and pulled him between my legs, clamping my huge thighs around his neck and jaw. I turned back to my new thrall and smiled as I suddenly snap flexed my thighs around the man’s head. There was a sickening crack as my thighs instantly hardened and expanded, shattering his lower jaw and crushing everything in their path. His death was instantaneous. I opened my legs and his body flopped to the ground, his now shattered skull barely attached by the thin strip of skin that had once been his neck. The two remaining cops looked on in horror at the colleague’s brutal demise, their minds unable to process the sheer power I possessed. I walked towards them laughing as I saw the older of the two glance down at his gun, wondering if he would be quick enough to avoid the same fate as his friend, but knowing that it would be futile. “Wh…what are you?” he asked, staring at the dense musculature of my body”. Without a word I pushed the chair back against a wall and removed the gun from his holster. I laid the gun on a nearby desk and then positioned the chair so that I could lean back against the desk directly in front of the cop. I placed my foot on the man’s chest pinning him in place. “Come here”, I said to the young cop. He had remained rooted to the spot after my last command, but he now shuffled over to me, in an almost trance like state. I grabbed the back of his head and pulled his head towards mine. He made no attempt to resist as I began to kiss him and within seconds his body stiffened as he came. I broke off the kiss, ripped open the front of his trousers and tore his now soaked boxers from him, freeing his surprisingly large dick. “Impressive”, I said, as I slowly ran a finger up his shaft from the base to the tip. My erotic touch combined with the stamina of youth was all that was required to have his dick hardening again. “Who are you? “He gasped as I continued to stroke him. “I am your Master”, I said, “and I am about to bring you so much pleasure. You however”, I said turning to the man I still held pinned to the chair “will experience only pain”. I began to extend my leg, increasing the pressure on his sternum. “Please”, he gasped, grabbing at my calf in a hopeless attempt to stop the crushing pressure. I turned back to the young cop, still stroking his dick with just one finger. “The minute you cum”, I said, I will end your partners life. I was hoping to see the anguish in his eyes as he realised that his partner’s survival depended on his self-control, but he was already too far gone. He didn’t care about the man, he didn’t care about anything except the incredible pleasure I was causing him. I increased the pressure on the other man’s chest even further, revelling in the sensation of his bone beginning to bend and crack under my foot. A trickle of blood ran from his mouth, but he was no longer struggling to move my leg, he was slowly caressing my calf, marvelling at the smoothness of my skin and the hardness of my muscle. Whilst his dick was not as impressive as his young partners his erection was still all too obvious. I had been hoping to drag this out a little longer, to watch the young cop attempt to prolong his impending orgasm, to revel in his mental anguish but as this wasn’t going to happen I saw no point in wasting any more time. I turned the young cop to face his colleague seconds before he came; smiling as he blasted a load all over the other man’s face. As he did so I fully extended my leg, crushing the man’s sternum as if it were made of polystyrene. There was a sickening crack as his chest collapsed and a torrent of blood began to pour from his mouth which was wide open in a silent scream. Moments later his deformed and lifeless body was slumped in the chair. I turned my attention back to my young thrall. “There was another prisoner brought in here early this morning. Where is he?” I asked. “He…he’s through there”, he stammered, pointing towards a door. He’s in the cells we use for the most dangerous criminals.” “Dangerous?” I laughed. “There were two bodies in the trunk of his car”, he said, “they were beaten and mutilated beyond recognition. We figured he was some crazy serial killer or something.” I looked up at the video cameras. “Where do the station’s cameras record to?” I asked him. “There’s a computer room through the back”, he said pointing at another door, all the video is saved onto a hard drive through there. “I want you to get the hard drives for me and then wait here”, I commanded, “Can you do that?” “Yes Master, of course Master, anything”. “Good”, I said, “I won’t be long”. And with that I turned and headed towards the door he had pointed to in search of the prisoner I was looking for. As I walked through the door I could see another desk with a rather overweight cop sitting behind it. The cop looked round as he heard the door close behind me. “How did you get here through here?” he asked. Without a word I continued walking towards him, subtly flexing my chest and abs as I walked, treating him to little taste of my hypnotic muscle control. He climbed out of his chair, his hand resting on the butt of his gun. “You’re not going to shoot an unarmed man, are you?” I asked as i continued walking towards him. “And it’s obvious I’m not carrying a concealed weapon. Unless you count this”, I laughed, indicating the large bulge in my briefs. The poor overweight slob was already sweating. Fear, arousal, confusion, so many thoughts and emotions vying for supremacy within him. I was only a few feet away from him now, and he suddenly took his hand from the butt of his pistol and drew his nightstick. “Don’t come any closer”, he said, his voice quivering. “Or what?” I asked. “What’s a fat, useless, overweight slob like you going to do to against someone like me?” I soon got my answer as he thrust out his arm, driving the end of the nightstick into my midsection with all his might. Of course all his might was never going to have any effect on my solid abs, and he looked shocked as the nightstick simply bounced of me. “Want another try?” I asked, stopping in front of him, hands on my hips, radiating power and control. He pulled his arm back and swung the nightstick at my face, only to look on in amazement as my left arm moved faster than he could track and I caught hold of the stick inches from my face. Before he could speak I thrust the palm of my right hand into his chest with enough force to send him crashing back into his desk, leaving me holding the night stick. I took the stick in both hands and began to slowly bend the ends upwards, my biceps and pecs swelling and expanding with the effort as he watched in amazement, until the his nightstick yielded to my immense power and snapped in two. “My God”, he gasped, “What are you”. “I am everything you are not”, I said. “And the reason I don’t need a concealed weapon is because my body is a weapon, a weapon more powerful than your nightstick or even your gun.” At the mention of the word gun he reached for his, but again he was so pitifully slow. I took a step forward, spun him around and wrapped one powerful arm around his neck, whilst I pulled his gun from his holster and tossed it aside with my free hand. As I held him tightly against me, my bicep digging into his throat, my pecs pressing against his back i felt my manhood expand and press against his ass. “Can you feel that?” I asked as he clawed feebly at my arm. “That’s what a real man feels like”. “Please”, he gasped, “Please, don’t do this”. “Why not”, I grinned, my breath hot in his ear. “Who’s going to stop me? Anyway” I continued, ”I don’t think you want me to stop do you?” My free hand was now tearing open the front of his trousers, to reveal his rapidly expanding dick. “Now that doesn’t feel so bad does it?” I asked as I began to gently stroke his shaft and lowered my lips to his neck to give him a soft sensual kiss. “No”, he gasped, but his gasp was one of arousal as he succumbed to my irresistible sexuality. “Take off your trousers”, I told him, planting more sensual kisses down the side of his neck, and he frantically began pulling them down until they were around his ankles. I released my hold on his dick and pulled down the front of my briefs, freeing my own erection, which nestles against the crack of his ass. “I your master”, I whispered softly in his ear as I resumed stroking his dick, feeling his precum leaking over my fingers. “Say it”. “You are my Master”, he replied. “That’s right”, I smiled, as I relaxed my grip around his throat. I could feel his body tense and I tightened my grip on the base of his cock, forcefully stopping his release. Then I once more demonstrated my superiority over him as I used my grip on his cock to lift him into the air. “Oh God”, he gasped, as his feet left the ground and I positioned my dick against his anus. “Tell me what you want?” I whispered throatily. “I want to feel you Master, he whimpered, “I want to feel you inside of me”. He was forcing his hips back as he spoke, involuntarily trying to force me inside him, but I teased him for a moment longer, moving him around the head of my cock without actually penetrating him. “Please”, he begged, “Please take me”. My complete domination of him had me so hard that I couldn’t hold back any longer and I began to slowly push my monster cock into his ass. I resumed my sensual stroking of his dick, heightening his pleasure so that he wouldn’t notice the pain of being impaled on my shaft. I was careful with him, and I fucked his ass almost tenderly whilst playing with his cock. Whenever I sensed he was about to come I would clamp down on the base of his dick until he was begging me to let him cum, tears of pleasure and frustration rolling down his cheeks. After several minutes I felt my own orgasm approaching, and I tightened my grip once again on his cock. Now his begging took on a more panicked tone, as I began to crush his puny cock in my grip. He screamed in unimaginable agony as his swollen member burst apart in my hand, crushed like a ripe tomato between my fingers, and as I felt his dick rupture I cried out in pleasure as I came, filling him with my cum. I released my hold on him and he fell to his knees, staring at the gory pulp that had been his manhood. He was clearly in state of shock as he knelt there whimpering as I ripped the shirt from his back and used it wipe myself clean before pulling up my briefs. I left him kneeling there, whimpering as I turned the corner that led to the cells. There were three cells and they were all empty bar one. “Master”, the sole occupant cried out when he saw me, “I knew you would come”. “In more ways than one”, I said, laughing at my own joke. “What happened boy?” I asked. “I was getting rid of the bodies like you told me Master, when the police pulled me over for a random check. I don’t know why the decided to check the trunk but they did and…” his voice tailed off and a worried expression crossed his face. “But I didn’t tell them anything, I swear Master, I didn’t even tell them my own name”. “It’s okay boy”, I said reassuringly, “I know you would never betray me”. As I spoke I grabbed the bars of his cell and once more began to slowly pull them apart. I saw my slave’s dick twitch as he watched my chest expand and my biceps harden into two huge balls of immense power and I knew that my display of superhuman strength caused him to cum without even touching himself. “Let’s get out of here”, I said. The fat cop looked up at me as walked back towards him. He was a truly pathetic sight as he knelt in a pool of his own blood. “Please Master”, he whimpered. Taking pity on him I stood behind him and gently cupped his chin in one hand. “It’s over now”, I said, as I quickly twisted his head, snapping his spine and ending his misery. The young cop was waiting in the office as I had told him and when we walked through the door he indicated two hard drives sitting on a desk. “You have served me well”, I said as I approached him. “Thank you Master”, he replied gratefully. I once again took his head in my hands and kissed him, slowly and sensually, until I felt him cum, but his pleasure was short lived. As i felt his body tense I took a deep breath in, sucking all the air from his lungs with enough force, that they both collapsed with a soft squeak. I released him and he fell to the ground trying to draw a breath, unable to understand what had just happened. I gave a cruel smile as I watched him slowly suffocate, revelling in the fact that I could kill a man with nothing more than a kiss. “Let’s go” I said as I turned and picked the hard drives off the desk and headed towards the door. “I’ll drive”, I said as we headed towards my car that I had left outside the police station before I had allowed myself to get arrested. As we drove off I pulled my dick out and turned to my slave. “Now you know why I wanted to drive”, I smiled as I guided his head down to my stiffening cock, and prepared for a pleasant trip home.