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Richy stood leaning against the thick planks of wood that held up the pier just outside one of Groff's beaches. The waters were relatively calm, with a moderate amount of wind picking up the occasional splash of seawater to send a light spray of mist onto Richy's face. The sun was high in the sky and shining down hard on the creamy torso of the handsome ginger and sending droplets of sweat rolling tantalizingly down his sculpted form. The young alpha was wearing nothing more than a pair of bright blue swim trunks, a pair of fake Ray Ban's, and some very comfy sandals. His new physique stood out on the secluded stretch of the sandy beach he was standing on. His six-pack was perfectly cut, ripped and immaculate, his newly defined arms and chiseled thighs well-proportioned in relation to his wider torso and overall he cut a striking figure. One look at the hot redhead and you couldn't help but be simultaneously intimidated and attracted to him. Or at least, that's what he thought. Richy's expression soured behind his sunglasses as he thought about all the attention he had gotten already, without any of the action he hoped for. Where he walked, heads turned. Their eyes roved up and down his masculine body, unabashedly ogling his attractive physique. He'd gotten compliments, flirtatious winks, double takes, and even a few phone numbers in the hours since arriving to the beach. But none of these appreciative looks had resulted in anything more, which was where he had expected his bulk and newly gained attractiveness would get him. His pensive sulking was interrupted by a soft buzzing from his pocket. Any bites yet? Richy bit his lip in irritation. Dante was so fucking nosy. A few. It wasn't a complete lie. There were loads of other half-naked men on the beach, all attractive specimens to say the least. Many of them well built, with extremely fit bodies. He caught one or two out of the corner of his eye shooting glances in his direction, checking him when they thought he wasnt looking. No one seemed brave enough to approach. We talked about this bro. Confidence! Easy for you to say. You're way bigger than me. Yea and I didn't get that way without nailing a virgin or three. Oh fuck off. There was a noticeable delay in the next message, as if Dante was surprised or taken aback by Richy's outburst. I did. Again and again. And look at me now. Quit being a pussy and take the initiative. If they aren't already thinking it, make them wish for you to come and fuck them wet and wild. Your optimism is inspiring. Another delay. This time a high resolution image of Dante's massive cock popped up. It was hard and proud, dripping in cum, covered in bulging veins. There was a sticky glistening trail of white seed running from his bulbous head down into his well trimmed pubes. There was a blurry face sitting out of frame, some mystery man who Dante had just no doubtably just fucked silly. Richy felt his own member swell in his trunks as he looked back at Dante's hard and huge beautiful cock in it's most flattering light. Another buzz. A little taste of what's to come once you stop over thinking things. Richy scoffed and locked his phone, slipping it back into the pocket of his bright swim trunks. He sighed and turned his attention back to the crowd scattered on the sandy beach. Sunbathers, swimmers, surfers. Lots of prime candidates. Richy left his hideout under the pier and mingled back into the crowd, casually strutting across the beach and keeping his eyes peeled for anyone that might be watching. He was careful to straighten his posture and stretch out his shoulders to make himself look bigger and more appealing to wandering eyes. His new body definitely stood out amongst the crowd. His big chest and sculpted abs practically sparkled in the sun as the ocean breeze misted him with sea spray. Richy's legs flexed and swelled with each step and drew attention to his thick thighs and tight ass. Throughout the walk, he caught a few more sly glances that held a little longer than he'd expected. A young guy playing volleyball flexed a bit more than he had been before, showing off his fine tan skin and his wide shoulders for Richy's appreciation. Some cute twink wearing a sombrero winked while setting up a grill as Richy passed by. Even some hunky dad walking up the beach with his kid gaped at him from behind sunglasses, trying and failing to be subtle. The ginger hunk felt his heartbeat race as dozens of sets of eyes watched him make his way to the burger joint at the other end of the beach. It felt exhilarating to hold so much power over the watching crowd, knowing he'd be stuck in some man's head for hours or days afterwards. Maybe he'd even be the inspiration to some wild wank session tonight as some stud got off to the image of his plump ass. Feeling a bit more full of himself, Richy leaned on the long bar counter and flagged down a server. The man turned around from the register and flipped his long silky brunette hair off of his face. His hazel eyes scanned Richy up and down appreciatively and there was a noticeable hitch in his breath. Richy couldn't help but relish the shock and arousal written plainly across the man's face. It felt like he was a kid in a candy shop able to get any sweet that he wanted. The bartender's face quickly switched back to a neutral customer service face as he greeted Richy, walking over from the other end of the bar. Richy looked the man up and down from behind his sunglasses and felt his heart race a bit faster. This guy looked like just his type. Even in the frumpy casual-but-corporate beach uniform he stood out as a fine specimen, perfect for a quickie. As he walked Richy began to fantasize of all the things he’d want to do to the man, assuming he was down to fuck. Confidence, huh? "What can I get you?" "Piña colada, with a bit extra cream." Richy replied suggestively. The brunette began to prepare his order with a nervous smile on his face. He was cute, for sure. He reminded Richy of himself before he'd met Thor, albeit a bit bulkier. He was slender and lithe with a dancer's build and warm brown skin. He had soft facial features and full kissable lips that were flanked on either side by warm wavy brown locks that fell to his shoulder. Richy's eyes traveled to the smaller man's tight waist, admiring the two perky globes of beef that were underneath his fitting black shorts. The rest of his body screamed "tight" from under his blue shirt, causing his growing appetite to yearn for a better view of what was underneath. The man set the cold drink down in front of Richy and flashed another hospitable smile. "Anything else?" he asked politely, and then swallowed hard, maybe hopeful, maybe anxious. Without missing a beat, Richy placed his lips on the straw to the drink and slurped down the whole thing in one long draft, keeping his eyes locked on the cute man from behind his sunglasses. The man's mouth dropped in astonishment and Richy saw his eyes grow wide at the not-so-subtle display. He couldn't help but smirk at his awed gaze. "Yea. Are you busy in ten minutes?" Richy asked directly. "Yeah! Uh, I mean. I go on break in five." Damnit. Dante was right. *** A shorter piece that maybe puts some insight into the mind of someone who's not as confident in their new found sexy powers as Dante, Jason or Thor. This is an example of the kind of "charachter driven" update i''ll have in the future however this was a small one. Also it gave me an excuse to generate an AI image of Richy, see below.

Richy.

Ok, here's Chapter 4 for your reading pleasure: My Friend Pete — Chapter 4 A few weeks later, Pete and I were hanging out at one of our favorite clubs in town, called Harry’s Place. It was nothing fancy, but they frequently had some pretty good local bands playing and there were usually quite a few girls from the college as well as locals to hook up with. The best part was the dress code, if you call it that, is very casual, so we could wear muscle shirts to impress the girls. Tonight was slow and the band wasn’t all that good, so Pete and I decided to leave early. As we were walking to the bus stop to catch the bus back to campus, we heard something coming from the alley next to the Rainbow Lounge, a gay bar a block from the club we just left. It sounded like somebody whimpering, so we stopped to investigate. When we entered the alley, we saw six big guys cornering two much smaller guys, who looked scared shitless. The biggest one said, “Okay faggots, it’s time to teach you two a lesson. What you queers do ain’t natural, so we’re gunna to beat the fag outta you ‘til ya straight. Right guys?” The others laughed in agreement as they moved in on the smaller guys. Pete yelled, “Hey! What’s going on here?” One of the smaller guys yelled “Help!” when he saw us and the big guys stopped and turned to see who was interrupting their fun. The big guy who threatened the two gay guys (probably the only one of them who could string enough words together to make a sentence) yelled at us, “This ain’t none a ya business. Now beat it before we decide to beat the crap otta you clowns too.” As we moved closer, Pete said, “You goons are real brave…six against two. Maybe my friend and I can even out the odds a little.” While he was talking Pete pulled off his shirt revealing his ripped, tight, muscular torso. “Big talk for a little guy, pretty boy. You think those gym muscles scare us? I bet they’re just for show. Let’s see if they can do anything besides impress the fags.” At this he pulled out a switch blade and struck out at Pete. Pete wasn’t just strong, but he was fast too. He dogged the blade and grabbed his attacker’s wrist. With a quick squeeze and a twist, the big guy’s forearm snapped with a loud crack. He dropped the knife and yelled out in pain. Pete kicked the knife away and let his victim drop to the ground. He sat there against the wall, holding his broken forearm and looked to be in a lot of pain. At that two of his friends grabbed Pete’s arms and a third started punching Pete in the gut while the other two turned their attention to me. Pete’s rock-hard abs provided an impenetrable shield against the barrage of hard punches, each one landing with a loud THWAP. It took a while, but soon the puncher realized his hands were hurting a lot more than his victim’s stomach, so he stopped punching. He looked around and picked up a 2x4 laying on the ground in the alley. He swung it at Pete’s gut with all his strength. It snapped in half on impact with Pete’s abs. I wish I could have seen the guys’ faces when that happened, but I was a bit busy. As a wrestler, I had no trouble deflecting the attack and sending both guys flying against the wall. I held my own against my two assailants until one of them kicked me in the nuts. Damn that hurt! One of them got me in a full nelson while I was keeled over in pain. The other one started punching me in the gut. My abs are pretty hard and I can take a punch, but he was starting to wear me down. I then flexed my pecs and lats as hard as I could forcing my arms down and forward, breaking the full nelson. I then gave the guy in front of me a hard knee to the balls. Hey, what goes around, comes around. Meanwhile Pete lifted his legs up and wrapped them around the guy with the broken 2x4. He squeezed hard, forcing all the air out of his lungs and cracking a few ribs. When Pete let go, he dropped to the ground next to the guy with the broken arm and lay there in pain, struggling to breath with partially collapsed lungs and several broken ribs. Pete then pulled free of the other two and lifted them both off the ground by their throats. Their feet were dangling in the air as they struggled to pry Pete’s hands off their throats. Pete pressed his thumbs and middle fingers against their carotid arteries, cutting off the flow of blood to their little brains until they both lost consciousness and fell limp in his hands. He then tossed them in the pile with the other two. Pete then turned to see me break out of the full nelson and knee the other guy. I turned and started pounding the guy’s face and gut until he couldn’t stand, let alone fight back. While I was busy giving this guy a pounding, Pete had lifted the guy I kicked in the nuts and knocked him out cold with a single punch to his jaw. He tossed him in the pile with his pals. When I was done, I added the guy I was pounding to the pile. The six goons were laying there, either unconscious or wishing they were. Pete then looked at the guy with the broken arm, who was sitting against the wall holding his wrist, moaning in pain, and said, “If we ever catch you bothering these guys again, you won’t come out of it so lucky. Now apologize to these gentlemen before we leave.” “Screw you!” was his unwise response. At that Pete grabbed his other wrist and with a quick twist broke that one too. “You were saying…or do I have to break a leg too?” Pete countered. The guy, now in much more pain, with fear in his voice managed to grunt “Sorry.” “That’s better.” Pete then added, almost as an afterthought, “Oh, and did I mention, I hate bullies, especially bigoted, homophobic ones!” We then turned our attention to the two gay guys we had just saved and I asked, “Are you guys all right?” They both nodded as one of them started gushing, “That was amazing. How can we ever repay you? You saved us from a serious beating. You guys are like super heroes! You even look like super heroes! Oh my gawd! Look at the muscles on you two.” I responded, “Oh, I wouldn’t go that far. We’re just a couple wrestlers from the college who thought you could use some help. I’m Jack by the way and that’s my friend Pete.” As we were shaking their hands, they introduced themselves as Bruce and Gary. Gary said, while feeling Pet’s arm as he shook his hand, “I didn’t see you in the Rainbow Lounge. I would definitely have noticed two hunks like you. How did you know we needed help?” “No, the Rainbow Lounge isn’t exactly our style. We just left Harry’s Place and were walking to the bus stop when we heard something in the alley and stopped to check it out.” Gary added with a disappointed look on his face, “Oh, I’m sorry to hear that…I mean the Rainbow not being your style, not the part about you stopping to help.” Bruce added, “So you two aren’t a couple then?” I responded, “No, we’re straight, but we’ve been friends since we were kids.” Pete then added, “We should be getting back to campus now. Come on, we’ll walk you to your car and then we gotta catch a bus back to campus.” We walked them to their Tesla around the corner, and they offered to drive us to campus. I responded, “No thanks, we’ll just take the bus. But thanks anyway.” Gary came back, “No, we insist. It’s the least we can do after what you two did for us. Please. It’s really no trouble at all.” So, we gave in and took the ride. After all, even the back seat of a Tesla is more comfortable than a city bus.

Putting the finishing touches on the script, you rubbed your raging erection as you reread the passages. Your biggest fantasies laid out before you. No matter how much your logical mind doubted it, you believed it would work. A simple self-hypnosis trick to enact just after crossing the sleep/awake threshold. Like an audiobook, but boosted during alpha wave sleep. Putting on your wireless headphones, you lie down on your twin bed. Surrounded by total darkness, your racing heart and erection fight your brain’s wishes to fall asleep. Rubbing one out through the loose pajama bottoms, you only need to think back to the fifth passage and in a couple moments you blow out your third load for the day. Calming down, you play the track. A quiet whooshing of air and waves crashing on the shore precedes the passage; a grace period to fall asleep. Feeling your head slowly rock back and forth, your consciousness flutters out sooner than you thought. click a rough AI-generated masculine voice quietly reads the passage “You were a muscle jock in the making. Your early success in soccer and basketball excited you and made you want to try out for more sports. Your natural athleticism grew as you watched sports and practiced playing every afternoon. When you were a young teen you went through your first growth spurt. Over the months, your frame grew and grew; your legs and arms got longer and your shoulders broadened. You began doing pushups and working out to add some strength to your longer and skinnier limbs. You began adding on some muscle, slowly but surely growing bigger and stronger. Your hunger grew as you started fueling your body to grow.” your stomach rumbles in your sleep “You remember seeing your first muscle magazine at the store. Seeing the huge man on the cover with the skimpy posers made you excited. Later that night you wacked off furiously at the memory, cumming 3 times at the thought of having such huge muscles. That year you got your parents to get you some weights and workout gear to start lifting regularly. You loaded up on protein and calories every day and worked out for at least 2 hours a day. Very quickly you saw more results. Clothes started feeling tighter as your broad shoulders and arms and legs padded on muscle. Flexing in the mirror at night, your biceps bunched up into balls of muscle, your pecs were beginning to hang over your abdomen. Your big cock would be rock hard as you worked out, seeing your muscles in the mirror and imagining growing even bigger.” your cock was rock hard again, leaking precum in your pajama bottoms against a muscular thigh your pants start to constrict around your muscular legs as you dream of size “In the middle of your workouts you would pose for yourself in the mirror. Flexing your quads, you could see your legs stretch your shrinking gym shorts. Your cock would start leaking pre as you felt your fat balls quiver slightly. Picking up some weights, you did more curls, feeling your muscles burn. That feeling turned you on more; feeling your muscles swell and work; knowing they’ll grow stronger from this. Seeing your cockhead through your shorts, it leaked out more precum, dampening your shorts and throbbing harder and harder against your thigh. Flexing your chest and arms, you see your muscles flex and swell, feeling the burn in them. Quickly grasping your cock, you jerked off three times before you exploded your load over yourself and the mirror.” your muscles twitch and swell as your cock stretches further down your thigh “Your classmates revered your size, your power. Guys asked you to flex and pose. When asked to see your huge thighs, your hefty cock and balls bulged out as you flexed your growing quads. The adoration turned you on more. Your workouts continued with vigor; you worked harder as you got hornier, fueling your extra energy into growing your muscles even bigger. That October on your birthday, you measured your height. 6’3, a gain of 4 inches in a year. Taller than most, you felt more powerful rising higher than others. You weighed a huge 280 lbs of muscle and felt big and meaty. Your hefty cock was thicker and longer than before and your fat hairy nuts were heavier.” your limbs stretched and thickened more as your body began to fill the bed your cock thickened and lengthened against the fabric, soaking your sheets in precum as your hairy nuts grew heftier and fuller “Measuring your growing cock, it was just over 10.5 inches long and thicker than the ruler. Even your nuts were oversized, each one the size of a lemon and hanging low in your big sack. Seeing the other guys in the locker room, it felt strange at first to have such big nuts compared to others. But after seeing many of them stare at your huge package with jealousy, you wanted more growth, more size to show off. You started wearing tight nylon shorts to support your abundant manhood and bull nuts. Just soft, your cock was 7 inches soft and was thick as a can of red bull. You found out that the average length erect was under 6 inches. You were bigger soft than most men were fully hard. You wanted to be even bigger.” you moaned as your cock grew thicker and fatter, veins growing and crisscrossing around your growing meat as your nuts swelled and bulged, your growing load of cum practically sloshing around in your cum factories “As you grew bigger and got more muscular, you felt things fill out more and get tighter all the time. Your biceps and pecs began to bump into each other, forcing your arms apart. Your quads got bigger the more you ran and squatted. Now your quads pushed against each other, forcing your big package out even more. Just sideways, you could see the slope of your fat cock pushing through your pants. Seeing your big muscular arm and pecs stretching out shirts and sleeves turned you on more. Wearing your comfortably loose sweatpants, your bulge and meaty thighs and cheeks had more room to grow. That December you went up another shoe size as you grew taller still. Needing a size 15 now, you knew you weren’t done growing.” your feet and legs grew meatier and longer as your body stretched filling out your once loose pajama bottoms, the hems were riding higher on your calves “Feeling even taller in your new shoes, you were becoming bigger and stronger than most people ever get. You were becoming a giant. One night you measured your cock against a water bottle. Seeing how your big fat cock extended past it all around made you even hornier. You hoped your horsecock would keep growing; bigger, longer, thicker, and fatter. You wanted to be huge, hung like a bull. With even bigger nuts to match. Groping your huge apple-sized nuts, you squeezed and massaged them, imagining them even bigger. Too big to hold in both hands. Double fisting your cock, you dreamed of it becoming too thick to hold with both hands, something you were quickly approaching.” your cock swelled even thicker and fatter as it pushed itself over your waistband, rising higher than ever above you your huge hairy nuts filled out the crotch of your shrinking pants, bulging out more as they swelled bigger and hairier leaking precum down your huge shaft, your cockhead swelled and throbbed as you thrusted your hips in your sleep “You began seeing your face change. Your jaw got thicker and wider as your neck thickened and got meatier. Seeing your sharp cheekbones and lantern jaw matched with your big traps and neck, you couldn’t deny your raw masculinity. Shortly, you felt stubble covering your lips and chin. You worked out throughout the winter, soon stretching your winter clothes as your muscles bulged bigger and thicker. Your shoes got tighter and by the Spring, you were a size 16. Similarly, needing to go up a size in your underwear, your enormous manhood was still growing bigger and thicker.” you moan as your jaw and neck thicken stubble soon peppers your lips and cheeks, thicker on your growing jawbone your traps and shoulders thicken, your shoulders too wide for your bed now your feet are reaching the end of your mattress your huge legs start pushing each other apart from their growing size “As Summer began, you measured yourself, wanting to see how big you could get over the break. Now 6’6, you were the tallest person in your family. Your huge frame weighed a massive 370 lbs of muscle. Staring at your reflection in the mirror, you felt the huge bulge in your shorts. Your horsecock kept growing bigger and longer. Letting it flop out of your gym shorts, your massive hairy thighs pushed your junk forward, making it seem even bigger. Your hefty orange-sized nuts and your beer-can thick soft cock jutted out by over half a foot. Getting your trusty ruler, your cock was thicker than the ruler soft! Now 9 inches soft, your meat was getting truly huge.” your cock swelled bigger and thicker as a network of veins grew, covering the growing log your feet were past the foot of your bed, your huge chest and back were now as wide as your bed your pants tear off your massive legs your hairy quads and furry nuts can finally breathe “Seeing your massive cock overshadowing the ruler, you watch as your meat gets hard, slowly enveloping the ruler more and more until you see your huge cockhead pass the 12-inch mark. Letting your cock bob up and down, you flex in the mirror, watching your pecs stretch your tank top to the limit. Your huge nipples jut out from both sides of your flimsy tank top, pushed down by the size of your pecs. Hearing the fabric stretch and tear, your cock starts to gush precum. After months of intense squats and leg presses, you only need to squat down and flex and your enormous thighs and glutes burst through your shorts. Groaning as your huge cock gets harder, you grasp your huge rod and double fist it. Your meaty log is too thick for your hands now. You need it to be even bigger, even thicker; fatter and longer until you can titty fuck your own chest. It’s so tantalizingly close. Your cockhead is just an inch or so away from the huge overhang of your pecs. Exploding out load after load over your pecs, your horsecock pumps out more than 15 loads of your oatmeal-thick cum, covering parts of the mirror and the tattered scraps of your clothes. Your cock continues to dribble out cum as you clean up, swinging thick globs as your thick log bounces.” your cock thickens and lengthens even more as your massive frame makes the bed creak under your growing weight gushing out precum, your orange-sized cockhead coats your hairy chest and stomach in your endless supply of lube your furry nuts swell and thicken your musk is filling the room as sweat starts to dampen the dark curls sprouting on your body “That Summer, finally free from school, you dedicated yourself to growing any way you could. Your workouts grew longer and more intense. You got hungrier and ravenous, fueling your body any way you could. Not wanting to waste protein, you drank your own oatmeal-thick cum; guzzling down cups of the viscous liquid every time you came. You became more untamed, almost feral. Your oversized body becoming more fragrant; pungent; muskier. You stopped shaving. You couldn’t reach where the fuzz was growing down your back and in the deepening crevice of your pecs. If you did shave it would just grow back thicker than before. Oozing testosterone as your body hair grew in thicker and coarser, the thick black hair soon coated your pecs and abdomen. Trailing across your shoulders and down your arms and back. Growing thicker around your gargantuan cock and balls and across your meaty cheeks.” the bed creaks and groans loudly as your muscles swell and grow even faster your chest hair sprawls out thicker, darker, and longer it spreads to cover your arms, your back, your neck, your stomach, your legs, your ass, and around your ballooning manhood your beard and moustache grow thicker and longer as your grunts drop an octave lower you grunt and moan in your sleep as your cock explodes like a cannon, covering you, your ceiling, walls, and floor in your powerful load your enormous body covered your bed, shielding it from your torrent of cum the thick scent in the room grows stronger as your pheromones skyrocket your body hair grows thicker, your furry armpits reek of your sweaty musk “Your conquests worshiped your enormous 450 lb body, feeling your massive pecs, your broad shoulders and arms that were bigger than their heads. You spent your days fueling and working out. You did whatever you needed to in order to grow bigger.” your muscles swell bigger and heavier, the bed is creaking and groaning loudly as your body gains another 25 lbs of muscle “You spent your nights fucking whoever could take your growing monster cock. You fuck like a beast in heat, unable to think and only knowing that you need to empty your growing balls. Your balls never feel empty.” your massive nuts swell bigger and heavier in your lap, pumping more testosterone into your system your cock swells longer and thicker, rising higher as it surpasses stallion size and approaches monster-like your cockhead throbbed thicker, spurting out more and more precum like a volcano now the hair around your swelling cock and balls grows thicker as you become too much of a man “It wasn’t long until you grew too big for doorways. You were 6’9 and needed to start crouching your head. Even sideways you were getting too thick to squeeze through most doorways. One morning you tried to squeeze through into the bathroom and knocked down part of the wall before you made it through. You are a real giant.” your body swells in all directions as muscle is piled onto your growing frame your body extends taller, your head hitting the headboard while your size 20 feet were planted on the floor now your chest was wider than the bed as more muscle piled onto your titanic frame the bed cannot take any more and collapses under you as you pass 600 lbs you wake in a confused daze as a familiar voice keeps speaking to you “You need to eat. You need to grow. You need to cum. You need to grow. You need to sleep. You need to grow. You need to eat. You need to grow. You need to fuck. You need to grow. You need to flex. You need to grow. You need to stop thinking. You need to grow.” you heave yourself of the rubble of your bed and make your way to the bathroom the tape continues to play through your headphones “Your body is on the verge of having another growth spurt. You need to grow taller to fit more muscle. You need to grow thicker and stronger. Your cock and nuts will grow bigger as you grow bigger. Your testosterone will rise as you grow.” your body stretches taller and thicker as you waddle to the bathroom caving in a larger hole through the doorway, you see your reflection in the mirror your half hard cock is thick as a tree and bobbing up and down from its weight precum is still gushing out of your soccer ball sized cockhead like a hose your fur covered bull nuts are the size of watermelons and ache with your pent-up load “You need to grow bigger before you can cum.” you grunt at the instruction your thundering voice is limited to one syllable replies now you struggle to hold back your load as your cock fills with blood waddling to your garage, your cock swells bigger and bigger your nuts feel full to bursting as they swell heavier your cock bulldozes through the wall like a battering ram your body smashes through the wall like paper as dust coats your cum-covered body hair “Lift heavy weights. Lift them more. Lift them more. Grow bigger. Lift them more. Grow huge.” you grunt to yourself as you lift and lift your traps are pushing against your ears while your pecs are pushing against your chin you grunt that you need to be big your nuts hurt as they swell bigger with your load you need to cum, but you need to grow first lifting harder, you feel your pecs swell and grow as you pump them up they’re bigger than couch cushions you pump your arms you can’t bring them down to your sides your pumpkin sized biceps keep mashing against your pecs you feel your nuts swell bigger your cock is pumping full of blood, inching longer and fatter as you grow you squat, your thighs need to spread as they push against each other more the floor looks farther away “Grow bigger.” you grunt as you feel your muscles swell and pack on more muscle faster than before letting yourself fall into the ecstasy of growing, your battering ram of a cock explodes your pent up load you cum constantly as your nuts swell bigger, filling up faster than you can cum your headphones get knocked off as your traps swell against your ears you lift more you grow more you cum more.

You believe in God? How about the Devil? I used to be an atheist. Thought that the only thing holy was sex. I still think that. But I met God, and damnit, he made me a believer. ------ Let me tell you a bit about myself first. Look, I'm not going to feign modesty. I'm 6'4, blond, blue eyed, with a body ripped like a personal trainer and a MBA from Stanford. I'm smart, I'm hot, and I fucking know it. That's the only way to get ahead in the New York fitness and beauty industry, a world overstuffed with nepo babies on roids and ozempic. I've fucked some of the world's hottest models, male and female alike. So it takes a lot to impress me. This boy? This boy was a fucking lot. It's rare for anyone else to show up. It's 12am, and I'm wrapping up a long day of grinding with a midnight workout session. The gym is empty, just the way I like it. Most of the tenants in my luxury high-rise are fat cats who prefer ogling young studs to working out alongside them, or their bimbo trust fund daughters who might swing by to use the elliptical. So I wasn't expecting someone to walk through that gym door. Or for that someone to be a young dude. Or for that dude to have a face and a body crafted by God himself. You know how I said that I'm 6'4? I was barely eye level with this dude's nipples. His nipples which were clearly visible through a skintight tank top. A tank top that gave me a full view of two gorgeous biceps. Full, round biceps, each with a big fat vein pulsing up top. As he twisted the doorknob the heavy bicep muscle flexed and rolled, like a lazy bowling ball, a deliciously powerful mound of liquid steel. He closed the door and his tricep bunched up, forming a horseshoe shape, swelling like a tidal wave rising from the sea. That arm was so fucking big, it made me reconsider what human anatomy was capable of. I've a slim 32-inch waist, but this dude's arms honestly couldn't be much smaller than that. He looked around, noticed me, and flashed a smile. Hot. Fucking. Damn. I've met models, but i hadn't met Gods. This was a face that would make Narcissus cream himself. He was young - really young! Scarcely looked a day over 18, though it was hard to reconcile with a body like that. He had delicate facial features, with large round eyes, soft pink cheeks, and full red lips. His ears were pierced with diamond stud earrings, and his gorgeous midnight black hair shined in the light. He had smooth skin and an easy smile, like the blueprint for the perfect boy. So cute. So sexy. So fucking hot. My mind froze, and cock hardened, and for a brief moment, i thought "the Devil himself couldn't look this alluring". He winked at me, then walked towards the squat rack. As he walked i had another moment of awe. His body was so large, so powerful, that it seemed to cut through the atmosphere around it. I could literally feel the gravity of tne room shift to follow his body, the sheer mass exuding heat that seemed to raise the temperature of the very air around him. I'd never realized a man's simple gait could be so fucking sexy. His arms swayed casually, dangerously. Two dense pillars of muscle, thick and powerful, almost 30 inches around. Fucking weapons that could kill. Then there was his lower body - round glutes in a pair of too-tight shorts, nylon screaming for dear life as it stretched around that globular ass. The fabric was so tight it may as well have been a layer of paint - I could see the fucking dimples in his ass roll as he strutted across the gym. This was a porn star ass, like Kim Kardashian or Nicki Minaj, but instead of plastic and fat it was rock-hard muscle. I didn't realize that my mouth was open, drooling, until a glob of saliva left my mouth and audibly splashed on the gym floor. Thats when I looked down, and realized that I was sprouting a full boner. It was hard to miss - I'm a well-endowed man - and worse, there was a big wet spot growing in my shorts. I looked back up, and saw the boy smirking at me in the mirror. Fuck. But only for a moment. Now he was at the squat rack. He was loading it up... and up... and up... fuck, how much was he planning to squat? There were at least ten plates on each side... that was well over a thousand pounds, unassisted, without a spotter! He slid under the barbell, and then as if it was a warmup, pressed it off the rack and proceeded to pump out twenty fucking reps like it was absolutely nothing. His quads looked so fuckkng huge now, I bet even a fucking metal safe would crumble like granola between those god-thighs. That ass was pumped up like glutes of pure titanium - I've seen men with fuckable asses, but this ass was so dense that it scared me. It looked like it could pancake a two-inch steel pipe if it was able to force its way between those beautiful spheres. I stifled a moan as my mind flashed an image of this boy sitting upon my face, being smothered to death by that perfect, bowling ball ass. He turned around, looking directly at me once more (I felt my dick jerk, and a warmth fill my briefs). He wasn't even breathing hard, that calm easy smirk never leaving his impossibly perfect face. He never said a word, but that smirk spoke volumes. This was a world record for me, but for him, it was a Tuesday. He knew that he was blowing my mind, and that I was blowing my load. And he acknowledged that with just a smirk, an infuriatingly perfect smirk, because he knew his perfect lips and eyes and face were just as mind-blowing as the rest of him. He knew that I would never sleep another night without dreaming of his face. This time, he readjusted the rack, setting the bar lower for the bench press. But he didn't slide any weights off. Instead, he laid down on the bench and proceeded to once again pump out twenty reps with over a thousand pounds. On the fucking bench press. He finished twenty reps and was about to rerack it - his pecs pumped so full that they stood several inches off his chest, almost ready to rip through his shirt - but then he seemed to change his mind, and pumped out twenty more. And twenty more. And again. And again. The boy didn't stop, couldn't stop, effortlessly plowing through rep after rep after rep of a weight that even the most seasoned powerlifters can scarcely deadlift. This wasn't a milestone of human achievement, this was evidence of fucking godhood. A fucking religious experience, with a single worshipper. A hundred reps later - I counted every one! - he racked the bar and finished. He sat up on the bench. This time, he was panting. His face was flushed, his hair sweat-streaked, his eyes filled with boyish joy and excitement, and he was all the more beautiful for it. If looks could kill, this boy was a fucking massacre. The tank top was tearing apart around his pecs - it was only a matter of time before it fell apart completely. The boy took in a deep breath - the pecs pushing out, out, further and further - until they fabric literally just burst open, two massive mountains of power heaving through, inflating and deflating literal inches with every breath. The boy put the shirt out of its misery, ripping off the remaining fabric around his waist, and unveiling a dense, powerful ten-pack. Each individual abdominal looked like it was cut from marble, bulging out powerfully with muscle. The bright overhead lights reflected sharply on their surface, but those abs were so deep, so cut, that the crevices between them were pitch black. My heart fluttered. This was the core of his power. The strength those abs must possess to support a body so huge... I wondered what it would be like to feel one of them, to touch, even for a moment, the skin and flesh of a god. Now that he was shirtless, I didn't think there was a thing in the world that could make my eyes leave his abs. Until I heard the sound of fabric tearing - again! - but this time, from below. I screamed, my baritone voice hitting a soprano note like Freddie Mercury, as a pillar of flesh well over a foot long erupted from the boy's skintight shorts. Remember how I said I was intimidated by those massive arms? Well, forget that. This was a weapon of mass destruction, some sort of genetic anomaly, thicker than an adult's arm and more dangerous too. No human being should have a dick that big - it shouldn't be anatomically possible. And yet there it was, steadily growing and growing, until that big drooling cockhead touched his pecs, leaving a wet dollop of pre dripping down the muscle's smooth underside. I couldn't believe what I was witnessing - that beautiful innocent boyish face and those impossibly hot muscles, sporting superhuman strength and a freaky huge monster cock. This was a crazy horny fever dream come to life. And then the boy turned back towards me, looking my body up and down as if appraising me. His cock seemed to lengthen impossibly more, and a hunger started to overtake his eyes. For the first time in my life, I felt true fear. No man could survive getting fucked by that thing - hell, I dont think an elephant could. I couldn't run - even if I could tear my eyes away from him, I knew I'd never be able to outrun those superhuman legs. With those glutes, those quads, he could outrace a fucking cheetah. And honestly, I didn't want to run from him anyways. I wanted to get fucked by that cock, by this god, by that perfect boy and his perfect body. I closed my eyes as I stood there, in fear and in lust, my heart racing faster and faster, until I passed out. ------ I woke up a few hours later. Light was streaming in through the windows - it was the morning. I was still in the gym, lying on the floor, my clothes sticky with dried cum and my dick burning from exertion. I hadn't been fucked, but I had ejaculated several times, even while knocked out. Was that a dream? It had to be. That couldn't be real. But I didn't understand how I could have imagined something so vivid. I sighed, pulled out my phone, and turned it on. And froze. My lock screen. It was a selfie. That boy. Looking up at the camera, a beautiful smile, the smile of an angel, the most perfect lips and eyes and teeth, so beautiful that I felt my heart physically ache and a moan escape my lips. And below that face, his godlike nude body. Pecs. Arms. Abs. Everything perfectly shaped and blown up to impossible size. Muscles that a bodybuilder would kill to have, that would put a powerlifter to shame, that would make a supermodel weep with envy. And... and... holy fucking shit... that couldn't be real... was that flaccid?... oh God, im drooling again... shit, i can’t ejaculate again, my dick hurts too much... oh shit oh shit oh shit... fuck!

Here's a short story I wrote about a super-strong guy and his friend. No sex. I just wanted to focus on the super-strength feats of this guy. I added a few illustrations to help you visualize it. I hope you enjoy it. I have a couple more chapters. If anyone is interested, I can post them too. bb My Friend Pete — Chapter 1 I’ve known Pete for as long as I can remember. We grew up in the same neighborhood, went to the same school, hung out after school…we pretty much did everything together. We were both athletic, so we spent a lot of time playing sports, any kind of sports, it didn’t matter. Pete was a natural and usually beat me when we went one on one. He was a nice guy though, and he never made me feel bad, even when he handily slammed my hand to the table while arm wrestling, which happened often. Everyone liked Pete and Pete liked everyone, almost. The only ones who Pete didn’t like were the bullies. He really hated it when he saw someone picking on a smaller kid, but unlike most kids, he did something about it. Even in grammar school he would teach the older kids a lesson if he saw them giving a smaller kid a hard time. The bullies quickly learned to avoid him or get the crap kicked out of them. I said he was athletic, but did I mention he was strong too. He had no problem lifting heavy objects and could beat anyone in any test of strength, even the older kids. I’ve always known he was strong, but I didn’t know just how strong he was. I mean he could beat up anyone in our school if someone was foolish enough to pick a fight with him, but it always looked like he was just a little stronger than his opponent. But more about this later. When we got to high school we both went out for wrestling. Lucky for me, I was in different weight classes; otherwise I would always be second place. Even as a freshman, I could beat anyone else on the wrestling team, except Pete. He was in a league of his own. Between the two of us, we carried our team to the state championships four years in a row. Pete was average size for his age, but even when he was young he was solid muscle. As he grew older he developed a lean athletic physique, not huge like a bodybuilder, but more like a gymnast or a physique model. He sported a solid 8-pack, well defined legs, nice peaked biceps and one of the most perfectly shaped triceps I’ve ever seen. His thick pecs were balanced by his rounded delts and his lats gave him that V-shape that says “this guy’s in shape.” I was fairly well built myself. I was a few inches taller than Pete and had about 30 pounds on him, but was not as ripped and definitely not as strong. Now here we are, starting our freshman year in college and we are still best friends. We are roommates of course, and work out together in the gym. He would push me to lift more than my previous best, but then lift just a little bit more than me. It was frustrating at times, since it seemed like I could never catch up to him, no matter how hard I tried. But as I said, he never rubbed it in, just encouraged me to keep working at it. As I said, I always knew he was strong, but I guess I never realized just how strong he was, until I saw something I still have trouble believing. We were working out late one night. There was one other guy in the gym, a big bodybuilder lifting some serious weights, when I heard this loud crash. Pete and I looked over to see that one of the machines broke loose from the wall and fell on top of him. He was lying there, unconscious under hundreds of pounds of weights and the twisted metal frame of the machine. Pete ran over and lifted the entire machine, weights and all, up and off the guy. I was staring at this in awe, unable to move, until Pete yelled at me to pull him out. That snapped me out of it and I dragged him out from under the mess. Once the still unconscious bodybuilder was clear of the mess, Pete let it back down. He then called 911 while I was still standing there in shock and disbelief. I’d heard of people performing incredible feats of strength when faced with life and death situations, but I never thought I would see it in real life. While we were waiting for the paramedics to arrive, Pete told me not to say anything about him lifting the machine and he would explain it to me later. We agreed to say the machine knocked him out but we were able to slide him out from under it. Everyone believed it, since no one would expect that the two of us, let alone one of us, could have lifted it off the guy. When we got back to our dorm, I confronted him, “What the hell dude!? How did you lift all that weight?” Pete sat me down and explained, “I’ve always been super strong. I always held back so no one would think I was a freak or be afraid of me. Haven’t you noticed that I’ve always been just a little bit stronger than my opponent? No matter how big or strong they were?” I thought for a moment, “Hmm, now that you mention it. I guess that was a bit strange. So how did you get so strong?” “I don’t know. Even as a toddler I was strong. As I grew up I tested myself when no one was around and as I got older, I kept getting stronger. I haven’t found something I couldn’t lift in quite a while. You gotta promise me not to tell anyone. OK? If it got out just how strong I am, I’d probably end up in some lab undergoing test after test. I don’t want to be some guinea pig. Promise me, OK!” “I promise I won’t tell anyone. Dude, we’ve been friends forever. I’d do anything for you. You know that. Your secret’s safe with me.” “Thanks pal. Uh, this isn’t going to change anything between us, is it? I mean you’re my best friend and I don’t want that to change. You’re not freaked out or afraid of me are you?” I responded, “Freaked out…maybe a little. No maybe a lot. But afraid of you? Hell no! Face it, if you were going to hurt me, you had plenty of opportunities to do it by now. No Dude, we’re good.” After a short pause I added, “So Pete, just how strong are you?” “Well, you saw me lift that weight machine. I can lift a lot more than that. Watch this.” Pete then grabbed one leg of the bed I was sitting on and lifted it and me with one hand. I could see the muscles in his arm and chest tense as he lifted. His biceps jumped up into a solid ball and the muscles on his forearm were writhing like snakes, but he wasn’t even struggling. Later that week we went to an old junk yard that was no longer in use, but still had some old wrecks. I really wanted to see just how strong he was. When we got there the gate was locked, but with a twist of his wrist, he broke the heavy duty padlock off like it was a piece of plastic. The place was littered with wrecks and a smell of motor oil permeated the air. We looked around and I saw the back of a cement truck lying on its side. Pointing at the truck I said, “Ok Herc, let’s see you lift that.” “You got it!” He pulled off his shirt, revealing his ripped muscular torso. He walked over to the truck, sized it up, and positioned himself on the side of the mixer part and began pushing it. His triceps bulged out from his arms and his delts looked like they were going to explode. At first his feet began to sink into the ground, but then he found his footing and the huge cement mixer moved up until the truck rolled over onto what was left of its wheels. “No dude. I said lift it.” “Cool it, Jack. I’m getting to that.” He then grabbed the back of the truck and curled it a couple of times. His biceps bulged into huge round, hard balls of muscle with each rep. He then lifted it above his head showing the horseshoe shape of his flexed triceps. He then walked to the center of the truck, squatted down to balance it above his head and lifted it off the ground. Every muscle in his body was rippling and bulging, creating an incredible display as he held this truck above his head. Then to show off a bit, he presses the truck for ten reps before tossing it aside with a loud crash. “Holy shit, dude! That was insane!” Pete gave me a shit-eating grin and said, “But wait, there’s more!” We then walked over to a pile of steel bars and pipes. He sifted through the pile until he found a bar about 1 inch thick, 2 inches wide, and 3 feet long. He grabbed hold of it with his hands about 2 feet apart and held it in front of him. He looked like he was using one of those spring loaded chest exercisers, but this was no spring. His chest and arms suddenly tensed, showing striations of each of the muscles of his chest and arms. As the bar started to bend his chest began to swell and his arms were bulging with muscles I didn’t know existed. In less than a minute the bar was bent into a U shape. He then places his palms on the outside and flexed his chest. His pecs popped out even further and the striations were insane, as he pressed the two ends together. When he was done he handed me the bar. It was heavy and solid. No matter how hard I tried I couldn’t bend it at all. What was even more amazing is you could see the indentation of his fingers in the bar where he gripped it. “So, what do you think? Have you seen enough to convince you?” I replied, “What, are you kidding. I want to see more. What else can you do?” Pete looked around and spotted a big chunk of concrete, about the size of a small file cabinet. He went over and picked it up easily, even though it must have weighed about 700 pounds! Although, I shouldn’t have been surprised, after seeing him lift that cement truck. He then wrapped his arms around it as if he was going to bear hug it, and began to squeeze. Again his muscles tensed and began to swell until I heard this cracking sound. At first a few chips of concrete fell from around his arms and then it broke in half. Two large chunks and lots of smaller pieces fell to the ground. I stood there in awe, with my mouth hanging open. Pete then said, “Now watch this,” as he picked up one of the pieces about the size of a baseball. He held it in one hand and squeezed it. The muscles in his forearm looked like living cables, moving and bulging as he squeezed, until the chunk was crushed into powder. He then looked around a spotted a length of tow chain lying on the ground. He picked it up and wrapped it around his upper arm twice. He then held the ends in his other hand, clamping the chain tight around his extended upper arm. With a smile he slowly bent his arm at the elbow. I could see his biceps pushing against the doubled up chain. As he continued to flex his biceps I could see the links stretching until one could no longer hold on and the chain snapped. “Ok, that’s enough for tonight.” Pete said, “I have an exam in the morning that I don’t want to blow.” I reluctantly agreed and we headed back to the dorm. I was up half the night thinking about the power that it took to perform those feats. All these years I knew he was strong, but I never dreamed he was that strong. My best friend and roommate was a real live superman!

Part 3 Jason then motioned for me to follow him once more. I was curious as to where we were going but before I could complete the thought he said he was taking me to my room. Like he was a parent or something. I was confused now, I said what do you mean my room? I have my own place across town where I live. Jason smiled and said not anymore everything has been sold and liquidated. But how? I’m really confused now. The QR code authorized everything and he showed me the receipts and notifications of everything, even an acceptance of resignation from my job. What the whole fuck man. Jason stopped and turned to me and said with a stern expression, this journey is going to take all of your time, besides everything you need is here. Besides, the corporation is taking care of us and everything. What the hell is the corporation but before that could be answered I got to my room and true to his word it had everything I needed. Bed, dresser, TV, which I went to look in the dresser which was full of workout clothes, it even had its own bathroom. He showed me the kitchen which was fully stocked with food, drinks, and snacks, from “The Corporation”. He pulled out a seat at the table and sat down, I followed and he began to explain. The Corporation is a supplement company that has quite a few products out there under various names. They advertised a couple of years ago needing someone to help test the limits of their new products and surprisingly got no response except for me so they rocked with it. Of course I didn’t know half the shit I know now hence the massive traps, arms, and now chest. They are slowly catching my body up but they also need a second tester on their newer products to see how they would work. The crazy but nice thing is we get to become super massive and they will see where to scale back in certain areas to refine their products and reduce side effects. Granted I was intrigued but also a little put off at the fact that we are legit test dummies and I made that statement clear and known. Jason nodded and agreed as those were his same thoughts as well when he first got started but weighed the benefits of being one. We get a place fully covered, we get meals and supplements fully covered. Free gym membership, free vehicle, free clothing, our own private gym which Jason was going to show me next so whats the issue. Well when Jason put it like that there really isn’t a reason for me to not do it. He said think about it Kevin, we could legit be like 600lb muscled beasts and nobody in the world would ever be that big because we would be the only ones. The thought did make me tent my shorts. I was really starting to like this setup. Ok, I’m game. We get up and Jason leads me to the private gym. Similar to the gym that we have memberships with, it was a converted warehouse that had everything we would need. I scratched my head in a puzzled manner. Jason asked what’s the confusion for. I said so if you already had all of this, why did you still come to the gym? His response was 2-fold. One to find a partner since that was the only gym that had the type of clientele he was interested in and two to see if anyone came close to his size. Granted Jason and I are relatively the same height at 6ft each but his size is something to behold. He then stated but with us, we will continue to go to the gym to work out as we are growing so the pretty boys and others can see what true muscle beasts look like and what they can do. I like the sound of that, when do we get started?! Jason liked my enthusiasm and motioned for me to slow down as he explained that there are a couple of rules and expectations. Rule 1 we walk around the house shirtless, Rule 2 we walk around the house in shorts for now, Rule 3 we only wear workout gear at the public gym, Rule 4 you only eat and drink what has your name on it, don’t mix anything because it could be fatal as we don’t know what the other person has in their food and drinks, Rule 5 follow the workout and meal plan to the T no exceptions, Rule 6 follow the sleep schedule as well. The rules were simple enough to follow. By the expression on my face, Jason knew that I was on board. The expectation for the both of us is to grow and grow huge. Out grow the house even, if that is possible and to even go out in public when allowed to do so to show off how much larger we are than regular people and the pretty boys to get them to think about taking products to try and match our size and strength essentially. Thinking through all of the potential possibilities was starting to get me to leak pre from the tip of my penis. The last expectation is to remain hairless from the neck down to really show how massive we are and that we can’t wear anything smaller than a 3X if we had to wear a shirt or pants. So I wonder if I should grow a beard or not but after a quick thought I’m not going to. If what Jason is saying comes to pass, I want to be able to see all of my glory uninterrupted and I would want everyone else to see as well. I looked at Jason and said yeah that’s fine for you but for me, now, that’s way too big. Jason reiterated that is the expectation when we do wear actual clothing which doesn’t happen often. So for now he said everything will start tomorrow for me. Jason instructed me to go get settled in my room and get acclimated to my new home.

Hi guys. This is something a bit different from me. When I finished writing my “Muscle Lads, Inc.” story I knew I didn’t want to jump into writing another big story so I started playing around with some ideas I had for short stories and before I knew it I had two/three in the works which gave me the idea to put them all into one thread and create a little collection of short stories. There are six stories, all featuring characters from my previous stories - to some extent! They all vary slightly in terms of size. Some, like the first one below, are just one part stories shared in one go. Others are slightly longer and will be spread across two/three posts. This first story features Mason the Hot Muscle Daddy from “Muscle Lads, Inc.”... THE BODYBUILDER ON THE TRAIN I knew tonight I knew tonight would be a letdown. All day I've been having the recurring thought that I wasn’t really in the mood to go out tonight. But then I told myself that once the night came, once I’d got back from the gym and I was pumped up and I’d had a couple of drinks which I’m now allowed to do since I’m not training for a show, that I’d feel differently. That when the time actually came to go out, I’d be in the mood. And that did happen, back in the flat. But now that I’m here, my first night at Utopia in two months, I’m just not feeling it. The stares and looks and attention my bare, abnormally muscular torso, just a few weeks post competing in the biggest amateur bodybuilding show in the North West, is bringing me aren't having the same effect as they usually do. Maybe it’s the crowd. Maybe it’s just me. Maybe, after six months of coming here, the novelty has finally worn off. But something about tonight feels off and I can’t shake the feeling that I should’ve just stayed at home. Or maybe - just maybe, in the back of my head, I’m thinking about what happened the last time I was here. The guy I met. And everything that happened afterwards. All of that fucking mess. All of it down to me. I look at my watch. If I leave now I can get the last tram home. When I tilt my head back up I spot someone looking directly at me from across the room. He has a shaved head. I’m guessing late twenties. Maybe early thirties. And okay, he’s no bodybuilder but he’s pretty built. His light pink t-shirt is hugging his impressive chest and showing off his thick biceps. And wow. He’s fucking handsome. Gorgeous eyes. Almost smoulderingly sexy. And there’s a confidence there that I like. Sure - cute, slightly nerdy, awkward lads who have NO idea how fucking sexy they are get my juices going too, but there’s no denying how sexy good old-fashioned confidence is too. There’s no doubt this mystery clubgoer is the hottest guy I’ve seen here tonight. Even hotter than the beautiful Brazilian barman with the little abs who always sort of flirts with me but seems a bit guarded. The mystery admirer tilts his head forward in a little nod. Maybe tonight isn’t such a loss after all. Should I go to him or wait for him to come to me? Yeah - he can come to me. Come to fucking daddy. And then - out of nowhere, another guy walks up to him. Taller. Even more muscular. He puts his hand around my admirer’s torso and the two of them kiss. Potential threesome maybe? But then they part lips and the way my admirer looks at the tall guy tells me there’s something more than just a casual thing going on there. There are clearly feelings involved. And I sure as hell don’t want to get mixed up in anything like that. I look at the time on my watch again and feel the overwhelming need to be at home in bed. Alone. Along with the desire to wake up tomorrow feeling human. To make up tomorrow alone. And it strikes me that that’s exactly how I want this night to end. The last train home is typically busy. I internally groan when a bunch of drunken lads get on after a few stops. These are the type of lads who are usually brave enough to talk to me. Or comment about how jacked and muscular I am. To ask me about training or bodybuilding shows. Or maybe even steroids. Especially when it’s a Saturday night and they’re pissed up. I bury myself in my phone hoping that doesn’t happen. That no drunken lads pipe up and start commenting about the bodybuilder on the train. I know it's all done out of curiosity. And usually out of respect. Maybe even out of a deep, primal longing to be this big and muscular themselves. But I’m really not in the mood for that right now. My stop comes up and I stand up in anticipation and then it happens. One of the drunken lads bravely shouts, “Steroids”. I don’t turn around but I can’t help but instinctively smirk. And now I feel a dozen eyes on me. Will the attention my body brings me ever get old? Will it ever lose its effect? Yeah - I’m a bodybuilder. Yeah - I’m huge. Yeah - I’m a pocket rocket muscle daddy with huge arms and bulbous pecs. Get the fuck over it, lads. But also - keep staring. Keep being envious. Keep wondering what it’s like to be THIS huge and muscular. I’m still smirking to myself and preoccupied with my thoughts as the train stops and the doors slide open and … fuck. What. The fuck. All previous thoughts are gone. Time has suddenly stopped. Because standing right in front of me on the platform, looking right at me, with a startled expression, ready to step onto this train is a fellow brother in iron. Another muscle freak who has dedicated his life to being a bodybuilder. And when I say a bodybuilder, I fucking MEAN a bodybuilder. He’s about my age. He’s completely bald. He’s got these veins at the side of his head. And to contrast with the bald head is a hot as fuck ginger moustache and an even hotter ginger beard. And okay - he’s not knock you around the head handsome. But who needs to be handsome when you just fucking OOZE sexiness like this fellow bald bodybuilder does. And even though he’s covered up by a black baggy hoodie with Pitbull Gym (Bolton’s most hardcore bodybuilding gym) printed on the front, I can tell this guy is a tank and a fucking half. Why have I never seen this guy before? It feels like time has paused. I’m not moving. He’s not moving. We’re just staring at each other. Me and this fellow mystery bodybuilder. His mouth curls into a smirk and somehow, in that moment, I just know. That this guy is like me in more ways than one. He steps on the train. There’s a moment where we’re side by side. And I feel this instant chemistry. This instant spark. Just from being close to his body. Damn. This guy is so fucking hot. I step off the train and onto the platform and I hear him speak. “Are you sure you wanna get off?” he purrs in a deep tone in a thick Irish accent which completely takes me by surprise. As if this guy wasn’t sexy enough. I turn to face him. His eyes locked with me. The sound which indicates the doors are about to close chimes and in a split-second decision, I jump back onto the train. Next to the Irish, ginger bearded hot as fuck bodybuilder who’s now giving me the sexiest of grins as he looks at me. And damn - there’s that chemistry again. Like a heat radiating between us. “I’m Vince,” he says to me. “Lads - there’s two of them!” one of the drunken lads calls. Vince spins his head around. “All right, fellas!” he shouts. “Come on, lads - flex those guns!” Vince looks at me, grinning in amusement and I smile back. “I'm Mason,” I tell him. He casually nods and looks up at the poster banner above us. “Nice to put a name to the face,” he says mysteriously, without looking at me. My stomach twists. My first thought is - what does this guy know about me? He locks eyes with me again. “Tiger Classic North West last month?” I find myself smirking. “Did you compete as well?” “No. I was just in the audience.” And he remembered me? All of the competitors in that show, all of the huge freaks and hot shredded lads and this guy remembered me. I nod, feeling smug and like the power is in my hands. He gives me this ominous smirk and shakes his head and I feel like he’s read my fucking mind. “Where’s your stop, by the way?” I ask him. “Dunno, lad,” he says, looking straight ahead. “I guess you’ll find out.” I bark out a laugh and he looks at me and grins. Why do I suddenly feel like I’ve met my match? Excitement courses through me as we look each other in the eye. God - the energy between me and this guy. It’s crazy. Just being stood next to his huge tank of a body I’m rock hard. God only knows what’s going on under that hoodie. As it turns out Vince’s stop is only two away from mine. “Is Pitbull your usual gym?” I ask him as he leads me to his place on foot. “Yeah.” “Oh right. Bit far to go from here, isn’t it?” Vince smiles. “Been going there for years. It’s just what I’m used to. I did give The Muscle Factory a go but it’s a bit too fancy for me.” I find myself smiling at that. A man after my own heart. I briefly consider suggesting he come to Panthers. But it feels a tad … much. This is just a hot bodybuilder I met on the train and whose flat I’m now walking into. Besides, getting involved with another guy is the last fucking thing I need or want right now. “Do you want a drink or anything?” Vince asks me as we head into his living room. What I want is for this hot handsome bald ginger-bearded tank of a muscle bull to fuck my fucking brains out. As hard as he damn well likes. I tell him I’m good. Vince’s mouth curls as he looks me up and down. We’re both standing looking at each other. “You’re so fucking sexy, Mason,” he purrs in his thick Irish accent. “And boy, don’t you know it.” Ha. He’s got my number all right. But I think I can still surprise him. “Mason’s my surname, by the way,” I say, stepping forward to the muscle tank in the black Pitbull Gym hoodie. “Andy’s my first name,” I tell him, edging even closer. Here it comes. “But you can call me Sir.” Vince barks out this raucous laugh. “Get to fuck!” he cries. The reaction takes me back so much I can’t help but laugh in return. And now we’re standing close to each other. His heavy mass right before me. This strong, masculine scent. A mix of sweat and aftershave and his natural scent. The scent of a sexy as fuck bearded muscle bull. With veins in his head. So fucking intoxicating. So fucking horny. His hands slip around my back and fuck - my lips are on his. Kissing each other hard. His tongue is so fucking big. Like the rest of him. My mass pushes up against his. My crotch against his. His bears tickles my chin. I’m so fucking hard. I'm kissing Vince harder. With more force. My body pushing up against his. Two roided muscle bulls kissing hard. So much pent-up energy. He lifts up my t-shirt with his big rough hands. And now I’m topless. My pumped up, master's over 40 class bodybuilding torso on naked display. “Fuuuck,” Vince purrs as he takes in the balloons of muscle before him. His hand goes gently to my pillow pecs. And then he squeezes. His grip getting firmer and rougher. His face in awe. Taking in my huge, balloon-like pecs. Then down to my sticky out bubble abs on my slight turtle shell roid gut I’m most definitely proud of. Because who doesn’t love a roid gut? I reach over and unzip Vince’s hoodie. Underneath I see two massive pecs separated by a deep line hanging over the top of a white vest. Fuck yes. He peels off his hoodie to reveal two brutal shoulders. I almost gasp at the sheer size and hardness of them. Now this. THIS is a fucking bodybuilder. Biceps for days. Huge and veiny. I lift up his vest to reveal his hard shredded six pack. Blocky and square. Everything’s so brutal. Everything’s so hard. Vince kneels down and undoes my belt buckle. I squeeze his bull-like traps and Jeez - I feel like I'm gonna cum. I squeeze his otherworldly shoulders and he yanks down my jeans and swallows my thick throbbing cock with his big mouth and oh my fucking God. I resist the urge to shout out, “Good boy”. Because this is no boy I’m dealing with. He’s fucking worshipping my cock with his hot muscle bull mouth. I don’t think I’ve even been sucked harder. We stumble into Vince’s bedroom. Barely able to keep our hands off each other. And now we’re on his bed. Both naked. Still kissing hard. Hands going everywhere. He’s kissing my pecs. Fucking sucking on the muscle. My fingers exploring every inch of his brutal muscle bull body. He starts to tense. To flex. He starts to grunt too. Hot, deep grunts as he flexes. Biceps squeezing. Traps erupting. Veins exploding. A private show from a bald ginger bearded muscle bull. And all the time I’m dying to cum. “You like getting fucked?” Vince asks me. “Fuck yeah!” “Good lad!” he purrs in his hot Irish accent. He fetches some lube and a condom and now he’s mounting me. His hard, heavy mass on top of me. His hot face close to mine. And then he pushes in. Fuck. I’m being fucked by this insanely hot bodybuilder. With his brutal shoulders. And bull traps. And thick veiny pecs. “Flex those fucking muscles," I cry out. He laughs and brings his biceps up, his face contorting and twisting and transforming as he gets into beast mode. As if he were on stage, bronzed and shredded in his posing trunks. He lets out a little growl. “Growl louder!” I bark as he fucks me. And he obeys. “GRRRR!” “LOUDER!” I shout. And he does. Deep, animalistic grunts and growls fill up my ears as this hot ginger bearded muscle brute fucks me and fills up my hole. I’m. Gonna. Fucking. Cum. Out of nowhere, Vince suddenly falls forward, bringing his face to mine and kissing me with force. His mass against my torso. Our hard tongues dancing with each other. His lips pull away. ‘I’m close!” I pant out. I plant my lips on his again. Hard like before. I feel like I’m close to cumming and then … the motion of his tongue changes. He’s still kissing me. But this time it’s slower. Vince pulls back and looks me in the eyes. This intense look. He’s still filling up my hole. I’m still so close to cumming. He kisses me again. But softer. Slower. More sensual. I don’t know what’s happening but I’m going with it. I’m following his lead. The atmosphere has changed. Things feel more intense. Our eyes are open and locked as our mouths move and I can feel the build-up coming. It’s coming. This is so fucking intense. This is so fucking horny. This is not how I imagined this would go but I'm completely into it. We’re locked in our own little world of muscle and mass. Slowly and sensually kissing this beautiful muscle bull. And fuuuckkk … I’m groaning and panting into his mouth as my cock explodes. The most intense orgasm. I want to melt into Vince's sweaty skin. I feel like I am. Me and this beautiful muscle man in our private haven. I’m griping hard. Still kissing him. The taste of him. The smell of him. The feel of his hard, roided muscle mass as my body explodes with cum. “I think I’ll be catching that train more often,” Vince jokes as we’re wrapped around each other naked a little later on, having both cum. “Where were you heading back from, anyway?” “Have you heard of Utopia?” “Is that a bar?” “It’s a club night.” Vince’s mouth curls into a mischievous smirk. “Clubbing at your age?” he teases. I laugh. “Cheeky bastard.” I look away from him, still gripping onto his insanely huge arms. “Fair point though. I guess you could say I’m making up for lost time,” I tell him, surprising myself at my honesty. “What do you mean?” I look at Vince. He sees so earnest in that moment. So weirdly trustworthy. Even though I don’t know this guy. Even though I only met him a fucking hour and a half ago. I still can’t get over that feeling when he made me cum. The atmosphere in the room. How he slowed everything down right before I came. Making everything so much more intense. So much more passionate I guess. “I didn’t really do much clubbing in my twenties,” I tell him, casually. “Were you in that closet?” I instinctively laugh. “That’s an understatement.” Vince looks at me, waiting for me to explain. “I was married to a woman.” “Fuck off!” he cries. He studies my face. “Wow!” he says, when he realises I’m telling the truth. “Are you bisexual?” I shake my head. “Did you know you were gay?” “I think so. In the back of my head. It just wasn’t really an option though. My dad was like the hard man of the estate. And I was always such a typical lad. Always into sports. Did my first bodybuilding show at sixteen. And I know - that’s nothing to do with being gay, but - I didn’t think that at the time. The idea of being gay - it was just so alien to me. The thought of it, you know?” He nods. “I struggled a bit too, to be honest. I didn’t go as far as to marry a woman though. What changed?” “My dad died for a start. And I think I just stopped running from the thought of it. Faced up to the fact I liked blokes. It was tough though.” “Any kids with your wife?” “No. Luckily.” Vince pauses for a moment and looks out to the room. “Jesus. I haven’t been clubbing for about ten years.” A laugh escapes my lips. “Mmmm. I think I have more fun now than I would have done back then, anyway. Although … tonight was a bit of a bust.” “Is it a gay night? Or should we be saying queer?” “Queer. I still can’t get used to that. Always felt like such an insult. But yeah. It was.” Vince's lips curl into an ominous smirk. “Bet you get a lot of attention!” I mischievously smile at him. “What do you think?” His smirk grows wider before he releases a little laugh. “Bet you don’t get many bodybuilders in there though.” “You'd be surprised,” I say. Vince’s eyebrows lift in surprise. “The last time I went I pulled a bodybuilder. Well … he was more classic physique.” “See - I would’ve turned my nose up at that ten years ago but some of these classic physique guys now are fucking incredible. Would I have heard of this guy?” Do I tell Vince that Nick also competed at the North West Championships last month he was in the audience of? He may even remember him. The cute blonde guy who wore his glasses on stage with a pair of shiny pink trunks who kept sticking his tongue out which the crowd loved, even though he wasn’t the biggest of guys. I find myself smiling at the memory of seeing all of the pictures and videos of Nick on the Internet afterwards. A rare occasion where I actually did check Instagram. It's safe to say the boy did good. Even if everything went to shit backstage at that very show. “You got Instagram?” I ask Vince. “Course,” he says, reaching for his phone and passing it to me. I type in the name Nick and feel ashamed that I can’t remember his surname. How do I find Nick? My first thought is through Jason’s profile, but I’m not sure if he’d be following Nick after what happened. I type in a name I definitely won’t be forgetting in a hurry. Danny King. I scroll through his posts and bingo - there’s Nick, backstage in his shiny black classic physique trunks and his cute geeky glasses. Standing next to Danny, doing a peace sign and smiling into the camera with his cute little face. I genuinely felt affection for Nick. I really did. It wasn’t just the sex. (And boy - that lad could fuck.) I just liked being around him. His energy. That innocent, boyish, slightly awkward energy. I could’ve pushed it further with Nick. Seen him more often. But something held me back. Maybe I was scared he’d start to develop feelings for me. And then, of course, there was the whole Jason thing. Which I still feel guilty about. If I didn’t feel guilty - I think that would be cause for concern. I think that would make me a fucking sociopath. “Are you on Instagram?” Vince asks as I bring up Nick’s profile, which doesn’t even have his name on it. “Nah. I can’t be doing with that shit. Everyone glued to their phones. Posting every five minutes. It pisses me off.” Vince laughs. “Okay, grandad.” I smile as I hand Vince his phone back with Nick’s Instagram profile on the screen. His eyes widen when he looks at the screen. “Twenty-two?!” he cries. I mischievously grin. “Yep!” “Don’t tell me you made him call you daddy?” “No. Just sir.” “Pfft!” Vince says, before laughing. “He’s handsome, I'll give you that. I think I’d eat him for breakfast though,” he says, putting his phone back on his bedside table. “I don’t think he’d complain about that.” Vince laughs as he wraps his arms around me tight and looking me in the eye. Things suddenly feel intense again. “Twenty-two,” he purrs again. “Is that unusual for you to go for a guy that young?” I mischievously smile at him. “No,” I answer honestly. “But I like older lads too. In all honesty - I’d never properly go out with anyone that young.” Vince nods and smiles. “Do you think that’s part of your whole "missing out when you were young" thing?” I don’t respond. I feel my mouth start curling into a smirk. “You missed out on sleeping with lads when you were that age so you’re making up for it now?” And now I’m full on smirking. “Yeah,” I say, earnestly. “Sounds about right.” “As long as no one’s getting hurt … what’s the problem?” I just nod and say nothing. Because someone did get hurt. People got hurt. Because I couldn’t keep my dick in my pants. Because I couldn’t stay away from the cute nerdy bodybuilder with the boyish charm who fucked so bloody well. I loved the difference between me and Nick. I kinda loved the power dynamic too I guess. And yes - me and Jason weren’t properly together. But I knew Jason liked me. I knew he hoped something would develop between us. And I kept the Nick thing from him. Because Jason was Nick’s coach. The two of us were going at it in secret. And, whatever way I wanted to excuse myself, I knew I was doing something wrong. “Where have you gone?” Vince asks, studying my face. I look back at him, pulled from my thoughts. I find myself smiling, and he’s smiling back. He leans in and kisses me. It’s sexy. And sexy turns to intense. Just like it was when he was inside me. Vince pulls back. And I take him in. Those green eyes. Which I’m only really noticing now are pretty gorgeous. The bald head. The veins. That insanely hot ginger moustache and beard. Such a fucking brute. And a sexy one at that. But it’s not just the way he looks. It’s him. There’s something here. Between me and Vince. “What are you doing Tuesday night?” I instinctively feel my body tensing up. “Dunno," I say casually. “Come round here. I’ll cook for you.” “You cook?” He widens his eyes and nods slowly. “I’m a head chef at a restaurant in town. Seriously!” I nod, impressed and trying to imagine him in a chef’s uniform bulldozing through a kitchen telling everyone off. “Give me your number," I tell him. "I’ll let you know.” “Nah, mate. You’ll fob me off. Come round Tuesday night,” he playfully orders. I immediately feel guarded. Where is this pushiness coming from? “Jesus!” he cries, clearly sensing my hesitance. “I’m not asking you to move in with me. I’m asking you to come round on Tuesday night and I’ll cook for you.” I’m smirking at him, looking into his eyes. I feel I can be honest with him. “This is how it starts though. First you’re cooking for me. Then you’re waiting for me to text you back. Then we're seeing each other. And then I’m screwing you over.” I’m saying all of this in a playful tone, but what I’m saying is the truth. Vince just smirks at me. “Maybe I’ll screw you over.” I feel like saying - why would I want that? But I just stay silent. I just keep looking into his eyes. I didn’t want to start something with someone this soon after Jason. But I can’t deny it feels like there’s something here. I’m intrigued by this Irish ginger-bearded muscle bull. And yes - maybe I will screw him over. Or he’ll, in fact, screw me over. Maybe that would actually be some sort of karma for the whole Jason, Nick mess. And yes - maybe this will end in disaster. But maybe it could end up being something different to what I’ve had before. Something amazing, even. Maybe sometimes you just need to stop thinking about the maybe’s, take a chance and see what happens.

Your stories are something else! I especially love the descriptions of the muscle growth and the ensuing hunger for even more size and power. Hopefully we’ll see more insanely hot stories from you in the future

Rodrigo, did you ever write more chapters? If you did, I would like to read them.

Feeding Another Dad's Growth “Thomas, I can hear you lurking in the other room. Are you trying to make me nervous again?” “No Samir, I am just talking to one of my friends on the phone.” “Stop calling me Samir son, you know I don’t like that.” “Yeah, sorry. I know it can get a rise out of you.” “Thomas! I sometimes think that you have a major crush on me. Your mom married me, remember?” “I don’t have a crush on you. Although, it isn’t every day that your stepdad goes around baring his assets to everyone. Would it be all that surprising if another man my age did have a crush on you?” The 43-year-old Egyptian American pauses for a few moments to think about what his 20-year-old stepson is talking about. Thomas became his son when he was 16 after his mother married Samir. They unfortunately divorced a few years later and his Anglo son visits him intermittently, only he doesn’t know that there is someone else that also came over with him. “Another man has a crush on me? Heh, well that isn’t too surprising.” Samir tends to wear very tight clothing in public, showing off his great ass and furry body. He isn’t in great shape, but he has a decent foundation to be. He accidentally showed his cock on a couple of occasions to Thomas, who described it to his 19-year-old college buddy Gino. Since then, the Italian-born jock has made a few trips with Thomas over to the older man’s house. “You know about my close friend Gino? He has something that he wants to give you to eat.” The fit college student punches him in the arm. His deep voice can now be heard. “What the fuck Tom! It wasn’t supposed to be perverted like that.” Samir gets up from his seat in his home gym and walks over towards both young men. He spots them standing beside the doorway to the room. Gino seems a bit embarrassed. “Gino? So, you have a crush on me? Well, I guess that can’t be bad, can it?” He stands in front of them, his tank soaked in sweat, his shorts tight enough to show the crease of his huge bulge and his balding shiny head. He sees the 19-year-old holding what looks like a protein bar and takes it from his hand to start eating it. “Thomas, there is nothing perverted about this, he just wants to give your stepfather something to help his gains. Thanks for the great gesture and wow, this tastes really good. Where did you get it?” “Uh, well I know someone that makes these, Mr. Elmaqi. They have a few extra ingredients in them.” “Ah, well I think I am starting to feel the effects of those extra...mmm...ingredients Gino.” He looks down at his crotch and feels his cock straining to the point that it is about to burst through his shorts. He moans deeply and finishes the bar off. Gino steps back into a wall as Thomas’s stepfather gets closer to him. “How long have you had the hots for me Gino? Did you have a plan to grow me for your pleasure? Well, I am definitely a willing guinea pig.” The Arab man growls as he feels his legs expanding and his arms swelling. He reaches over to feel both of his biceps inflating against his fingers, veins stretching and bulging against them. He is incredibly excited as he feels his cock starting to burst out of the front of his shorts. Both young men are stunned at how big and meaty it is getting. “Ahh fuck boys. My balls are getting so big and heavy too. I am making so much milk for you both. Yeah...that’s right Thomas...you too. Your friend here is making me so fucking horny, and I can’t help but to crave...mmm...yeah...make me BIGGER!” Samir feels his chest expanding as he reaches over to rip his tank open, showing both his growing furry pecs. His flabby gut is now swelling into a thick bubble gut, which he starts to rub with glee. Gino is now starting to feel the Arab man’s expanding upper body and starts to moan to himself. “Yeah Gino, you enjoy my fucking ascension to alpha Dom. I want more size! AHH!” He pulls on the rest of his tank and loves the sound of it ripping as his back grows as wide as the doorway he entered. His ass has now completely destroyed his shorts, which he disposes of promptly. He stands nude in front of both, grunting loudly, as his cock throbs wildly. Gino has now started to lick on Samir’s swollen biceps as the furry Arab beast turns to look at his stepson. “My big mammoth Egyptian cock is waiting for you to enjoy it, Thomas. I know you have seen it and have stared at it in lust.” Thomas is watching it bounce up and down and seems to be in a trance. He is struggling to remember that he is his stepfather as he takes a few gulps and walks up to him. Samir smiles as he bounces his huge pecs and feels his cock leaking. He wraps his free arm around his stepson and pulls him into him to give him a hug. “It is okay Tom. Our relationship doesn’t have to be the same anymore. I don’t feel like this should hamper our...” He stops talking when he feels his son’s hands traveling along his back and chest. Thomas squeezes his stepfather’s huge pecs and makes him sigh in pleasure. It doesn’t take long before their eyes meet, and they kiss each other passionately. Gino has now found his way down to the beast’s huge pole and is massaging it with his mouth. They stop kissing for a few moments so that Samir can watch the Italian worship his rod. “MMM...oh yeah Gino. He really likes you a lot. You are making him want to thank you for your amazing gift to me. Why don’t you get down there too Tommy and help him give you both a nice wet kiss. I think I might enjoy it a bit more.” Thomas gets yanked down to his knees by his friend as they start toying with the older man’s big uncut brown beast. Gino smiles as he lets his buddy take his stepfather’s thick man hood in his hands and is stunned by how much it weighs and by how big Samir’s balls are. “I have to admit son, there is a part of me that really wants to see you enjoy getting me off. This transformation was one of the best moments of my life, but this might be even better, at least for me. It sounds wrong, but we are not blood related, and you do come to see me a lot, which is really great. You two are worthy of my big dick and whatever happens next.” Thomas is now messing with Samir’s cock sheath and is running his tongue along the inside of it. Gino moans as he watches him do this and is petting the Egyptian American's huge quads and calves. His stepson is also playing with the strands of precum that are starting to flow from his cockhead before slowly shoving it in his mouth to get a nice amount of saliva on it. The mature beast whelps in delight as he puts his thick paw on his stepson’s head for a few seconds. “OHH YEAH TOMMY! That is so fucking good buddy. You will make me lose control pretty quickly if you do that much longer. It feels so FUCKING GOOD!” After a few more minutes of making his stepfather squirm, Thomas looks over at Gino and winks as he passes the brown beast over to him so he can gulp on it and moans, tasting the thick gobs of precum as it flows down his throat. He pulls it out and says that he feels tingling in his throat and stomach. Thomas smiles as he looks up at his stepdad and starts to shove his monster down his gullet. “MMM...OHH...YEAH...you are no stranger to this obviously son. Sammy is going to feed you so much...cum...” Samir tweaks both of his big meaty nipples as he feels his big load moving into his cock. The 20-year-old pulls his big meat out just in time to feel himself getting coated in his stepdad’s white flood. Gino points it at himself too as it drenches him too. They both moan as they take turns running their tongues on the big raging shaft drinking the flowing milk and smiling at each other. The big mature beast is incredibly turned on as he looks at both of them covered in his thick cum and helps to get it out of their eyes and nose. “You are both such deviants, you know that? Now I want to see you both change. I know it has to happen, right?” Gino is now getting a concerned look on his face as he clutches his stomach. Samir moans as he helps him to his feet. Thomas has moved over to the side as his Italian friend quickly walks into the gym area. His stepfather waddles by his 20-year-old stepson and drags him in with them. He is holding him against his huge meaty right arm and right pec. “This is so fucking fun and incredibly hot Tommy. I am turning you both into huge freaks. Let’s see how big Gino gets.” The Italian stands a few feet away from them and starts to groan as he looks down and sees his chest and legs starting to expand. (He is wearing his college’s polo shirt, matching gym pants, ankle socks, and sneakers.) The young man is now laughing as he feels his arms and back doing the same in just a matter of seconds. He is not resisting it whatsoever as he hears his muscles stretching and inflating all over his growing frame. “Oh, my gawd Tom, it is the most incredible feeling. I have wanted to get big for years. The guy I got that protein bar from never told me that it would feel like this. This...is...SO FUCKING AWESOME!” As both Samir and Thomas look on, the Egyptian beast starts running his hands on his stepson’s private area and continues to squeeze his thick Arabian bicep on the young man’s face. Gino can see his cock rising in the front of his pants as it expands and starts leaking through the fabric. He then stares eagerly at his inflating biceps as they stretch the sleeves, pushing them further up his arm to his thickening shoulders. His lush black hair is getting thinner as he feels the stubble on his face getting noticeably thicker. “Does this turn you on Tom? I know I am really enjoying it. Your stepfather is the absolute best for turning me into this freak I am becoming.” Thomas sighs as he starts to feel himself trying to grow, but he is not so willing to just let it have its way with his body. (He is also wearing a polo shirt, but without the college logo on it, a pair of gym shorts, and flip flops.) Samir moans as he starts to stroke his big, hefty tool, watching Gino transform and knowing that his 20-year-old stepson is going to start at any moment. The Italian is starting to hit his alpha phase as he lets out several, “OH YEAHS!”, as his voice deepens even further, and the growth hits the pleasurable stage. He grunts in excitement as he hears fabric ripping on his pants and his top. His quads are now spilling out the sides of his shorts as he watches his pecs making a mockery out of the buttoned part of his shirt’s front. Both of his huge black-haired chest mountains are squeezed together and touching his now manlier chin as they gradually tear their way to freedom. He is watching Thomas, seeing him struggle to maintain his composure as he feels his own cock growing in his shorts. “LET IT GO TOM! Look how big I am getting. There won’t be a single person in my family that will recognize me now. I absolutely LOVE IT! OH...YEAH...” He grunts as his feet blast out of his sneakers and his socks disintegrate under the size of his growing legs and calves. He laughs as his huge cock tears through his pants and squirts a few jets of precum all over Samir’s workout equipment. The older beast moans as he pulls Thomas over to where the Italian beast is. The huge Egyptian puts his free hand on Gino’s back and feels it getting wider as the 19-year-old genetic freak’s shirt rips more and more with each additional inch of muscle expansion. The young beast tears his pants and shirt off revealing his huge and hairy frame to both of them. His beautiful greenish-blue eyes turn to look at both as he smiles directly at Thomas. He can see the fatigue on his best friend’s face as he pushes Samir’s arm away from him for the time being. He pulls the 20-year-old into his enormous arms, flexing his 24” cannons around his best friend’s sweaty back, and is trying to calm him down for the time being. “Tom...look me in the eyes. Don’t you want to get huge and powerful like me?” “I... uh...good gawd you are getting so massive Gino. Your man tits are literally going to smother me. I... I think I do want to, but there is a part of me that is really afraid.” “Just grow brother. I want to see you turn into a mass monster like me. Then, we can both take turns on your stepfather. That was the plan, right?” Samir moans as he hears Gino saying these things and shoots several more jets of cum all over the two young men. The Italian hulk yells in delight as he sees and feels his close friend starting to swell against him. Thomas now has his expanding arms wrapped around his best friend’s huge torso as they begin to test the limits of his sleeves. He can also feel his back cracking as he starts to get even taller. His swelling feet are now starting to smash his flip flops to bits. “OH, FUCK YEAH TOM! Embrace the hulk within you. You won’t regret any of this.” The growing beast has now started to growl as his inflating pecs and rapidly swelling back start ripping through his polo. The two other behemoths moan loudly watching him get freaky huge. His quads are now destroying his shorts as his calves double in size in seconds. Gino has now leaned in to start rubbing on his hulk buddy’s mountainous chest and is kissing him on the lips. Thomas is now growing a thick, brownish layer of fur on his face and body as he gleefully starts lifting his friend in the air. His shorts are now falling off him as he reveals his mammoth tool, which is now at least 11x7. Samir rips the rest of his stepson’s top off as he gets behind him and starts to massage Thomas’s huge glutes with his big Egyptian tool. The swelling beast stops kissing Gino to turn his head to speak to his stepfather. “What do you think you are doing, Samir?” His voice is now incredibly deep and masculine, which is exciting his Arab stepfather to no end. “OH...FUCK...Tommy...you are making me crazy right now. I have to conquer your gorgeous ass. It is calling to me.” The huge beast laughs as he arches his big butt down to let Samir enter him. “You are totally responsible for what you are about to do to me then, old man. I want you both inside me. Let’s make this happen.” He grunts loudly as he feels his stepfather’s big brown cock sliding inside him. He starts kissing Gino again as he grinds against the Egyptian’s huge man meat, who is in absolute heaven. It isn’t long before he feels Samir’s cum filling his insides. He is now slowly stroking his best friend’s big tool to prepare him for entry inside him as well. “OH SAMIR! You have been a really...bad...daddy... You are now turning me into a literal muscle god.” Thomas is now starting to grow again as his stepfather sighs feeling his son’s hole loosen up around his big penis. Gino lets go of his friend as he steps back a little to watch in awe as his best friend inflates even larger. The lust is evident in the beast’s voice when he repeats, “Bigger...YEAH...BIGGER...FUCK YES...MORE...Put your big dick inside me too Gino. Fill me up and I will feed you both my god seed.” Gino rushes over and squeezes his big rod in with Samir’s as the two beasts moan feeling their tools rubbing against each other. It isn’t long before the Italian hulk unloads inside Thomas, which prompts him to expand even bigger. The godlike muscle monster is now getting close to hitting the ceiling with his huge hands as he laughs hearing the room creaking. “You are both beyond worthy of my big...fat...load. I can’t be a god all by myself here. Gino...let me bathe you in my boys.” Thomas pulls their cocks out of his sloppy hole and turns around to slowly stroke his massive 18x12 schlong above his best friend’s head. After just a couple of minutes, Gino can feel himself getting drenched in the beast’s white rain. He quickly starts slurping it down his throat and feels himself growing rapidly. Samir is trying to get some of it too as he starts scooping it off the inflating Italian beast. “HAHA! Oh yeah Samir...enjoy the rush of growing into a monster.” The Egyptian laughs hysterically feeling himself swelling bigger as the room struggles to maintain its shape. The three gigantic hulks are now about to explode out of the walls. After Samir finishes his growth spurt which has him reaching nearly 9’ tall and over 550 pounds, he makes eye contact with the other monsters, and they knock some of the walls down in the house. The feeling of drywall and tiles hitting their tough skin excites the three hulks greatly as they playfully continue to destroy the property. In the distance, Gino can hear other incredibly deep voices from across the city. Thomas smiles and grabs his stepfather to drag him over to where his Italian best friend is standing. The three monsters, which weigh a combined 1800 pounds, and are between 9-10' feet tall, have their arms around each other and kiss for a few moments before making a few comments. “Can you hear them, Tom?” “Holy shit, I can Gino. There are more of us then?” “I hope there is another hulk like me boys.” “That would be awesome, Samir. One daddy is great, but two is even better.” “Wha...whoa...that looks like...FUCK YEAH...it is Randolph.” “OH...I know him. He told you about the protein bar then?” “Yep. It looks like Jake is with him and... mmm...a hot older daddy.” Samir notices the older beast and is leaking all over the ground. “I see him boys. Let’s go show them a good time.” “Absolutely Samir. Come on Gino. We are bigger and stronger than them, I guarantee it.” “Heh, no doubt about that Tom.” The three beasts finish disintegrating Samir’s house and start walking towards the other hulks. What do you think will happen now?

BRETT IS A TRUE GOD AMONG MEN, WAIT FOR HIS BROTHER TO SEE THIS

Marcus struggled to put his pants back on now that his stomach bulged with Jason's seed. He wasn't exactly sure what the plan was from here but going to lecture was absolutely out of the question with the huge load that the enormous well-dressed stud had deposited inside him. Marcus shuddered and felt his ass clench with need as he remembered the feeling of the alpha's huge cock pounding his prostate and making him cum harder than he had in years. He didn't even need to touch his own cock to ejaculate, he had merely orgasmed untouched, spewing his load in the air and onto the desks behind him. Marcus carefully stretched his shirt out and managed to cover his cummy tummy and finally got his pants up over his legs, leaving the button and fly undone. He tugged the bottom of his shirt as far down as he could and waddled slowly out of the side classroom towards the stairwell. He kept a watchful eye on his surroundings as he strode, hoping no one would catch him while he was indisposed. With great difficulty (and a bit of luck) Marcus skulked out of the building and slowly made his way off campus towards AAA's fraternity house. The sun was high in the sky by the time he arrived at the rustic three story house and hurriedly knocked on the door. The sound of heavy feet grew louder, and the door swung open to reveal another massive muscular frat brother wearing nothing but lose sweatpants. The dark-skinned stud was built like a brick shit house, standing close to six feet six and absolutely shredded with defined muscle. While he wasn't as dense with muscle as Jason was, the man was significantly defined and chiseled looking from every angle. The hulking black brother was gorgeous, he had long intricate braided hair, a thick and neatly trimmed full beard, and two crystal blue eyes looked took one look at Marcus before speaking. "Sup?" He asked with a friendly trill to his voice, his voice was soft and light for someone so huge and threatening looking. "Hey, uh. Well. I met one of your brothers a few hours ago and now..." Marcus gestured to his midsection and blushed with embarrassment. The extremely generous dose of cum was still deep inside him and his bulging abdomen couldn't be denied. The large black stud broke out into a smirk. "Say no more. C'mon in." The frat bro stepped to the side and invited Marcus to come inside with a welcoming wave of his huge hand. Marcus gladly stepped over the threshold and noticed that it was easier than he expected. His shirt still stretched over his cum full stomach bit it was a smidge looser than before he walked off campus. The bulging black god closes the door behind him and turned around sharply to eye Marcus with a questioning look, almost sizing him up, before seemingly coming to a conclusion. "So who stuffed you? Ryan? Or maybe Ashton?" The muscle beast asked smiling warmly at his new guest, braids dangling down the side of his head." "Uh, no. Jason." Marcus confirmed sheepishly. "Damn. Shoulda guessed he'd be bring us some new blood. That big bastards been pumping two or three brothers every night. Figures he would start taking his show on the road." Marcus almost choked with incredulity. "Seriously? There's no way." "Yeah. He's one of our oldest members and one of the biggest dudes in the house. He can fuck for hours at a time with that bull cock of his." The now visibly excited bodybuilder reached into his gray sweats and massaged his own thickening cock. The outline of his huge manhood was quickly apparent through the thin fabric of his shorts as the stud grew hard at the thought of his frat brother's sexual escapades. He inadvertently began to stroke his dick through his shorts right in front of Marcus, a loan moan reverberated through his chest as he grew more excited. "C'mon man. Follow me. We gotta let that magic jizz do its job." The enormous ebony hunk led his new brother around to the back of the stairs and opened an unremarkable door that swung forward and revealed a descending set of stairs into the basement. Marcus heard sounds of metal clanking and loud grunts as he descended the surprisingly long set of stairs and entered a large and dimly lit makeshift home gym. All around him were various weight machines and work out equipment along with full length wall mirrors, benches and weights scattered haphazardly around the space. Two other hulking muscled figures were already exercising, their massive bodies shining with sweat in the light that beamed from a single overhead light. The first of the two, a tall long haired blonde, set down a pair of 80 pound dumbbells as he heard footsteps approach. "Ty! Morning you sexy bastard." Thor practically cheered, throwing his arms out wide and displaying his bulging chest and arms for the newcomers to the space. He embraced the hulking giant easily and the two gave each other a quick but passionate kiss, the two massive men feeling up each other's bodies. Marcus felt his eyebrows raise as the two studs passionately kissed and groped the other. The embrace quickly evolved into something more sexual, their bulky muscled bodies bumped together as they pressed and pulled, grabbing hold of pecs, arms, and thighs, their hands eventually meeting, then sliding up their partner's brief clad crotches. "Whenever you boys stop tongue fucking, I need a spotter." The other man called out from nearby, busy at work preparing to bench what looked like several hundred pounds. This man was well built but not as stacked as Thor and Ty were, yet his hard muscles were very obvious. He was a man cut, deeply, finely, purposefully. His dark hair was shaggy and damp with sweat, his skin tanned and perfect. His almond shaped eyes locked onto Marcus and he winked, flashing a bright smile. "Who's the new blood?" Thor broke his attention away from Ty and stared at Marcus's bulging middle again, letting out a deep rumbling chuckle. "Damn. Two new bros in as many days? We're growing quicker than I thought. What's your name?" The giant blonde asked casually as picked up a pair of 100 lb dumbbells and started curling like it was a normal thing to do. Marcus stared at the twin balls of ripped muscle with envy and arousal as Thor casually blasted his biceps with the giant pair of dumbbells. "Marcus." He answered, mesmerized. "Jason fucked him good. Full to the brim with his spunk." Ty added as walked into position to spot. The blonde smirked. "Niiiiice. Welcome, to the house man. Name's Thor." "Andy." the third hunk introduced, grinning at Marcus as he began to lift his chosen load. His chiseled rippling muscles flexed and shone in the low hanging lights. Andy began grunting as he moved through his reps, pushing against the massive weights with surprising ease. After a few minutes he racked the weight and asked Ty to load on even more for his next set. He spread his legs slightly and adjusted his position to the new weight, his hefty cock easily discernible under the clinging cotton of his gym shorts. The alpha hunk forced the weight up and down in controlled flexion, showing off his considerable strength while Ty stood over him ready to intervene if needed. His corded powerful arms seemed to strain as they lifted the heavy weight with more effort than before and his steely dark eyes were locked on the bar as he concentrated his efforts. He continued like this for a few minutes before racking again and asking for even more weight. Ty obliged and the process continued, Andy getting progressively more flushed and sweatier as he reached his max weight. Marcus stood, transfixed, as he watched the display of pure strength. He felt himself get warm again as the erotic display reached a fever pitch and Andy racked the ungodly heavy bar over his head with assistance from Ty. His breathing came out in ragged pants but his face was a mask of intense excitement and he jumped up from the bench to shout and laugh with triumph. He flexed his big arms as he roared with triumph. "FUCK YEA! NEW PR! 300 pounds! How do you like me now?" He laughed as he beat his fists on his chest, making his pecs, and his abdominals danced and spasm beneath his glistening skin. Marcus eyed the muscular form before him as Andy high fived and hugged Ty, both bros excited at Andy's personal victory. He was so enraptured he didn't hear footsteps approaching from behind him. "You look excited, Marcus." Thor cooed from close behind. Marcus felt the giant's warm hands fall on his shoulders and slowly work their way down to his distended stomach just above his ever growing hard on. The firm yet gentle rubbing sent tingles down Marcus's spine. "Don't you want to be like that? Huge, powerful, sexy? " Thor asked sexily, planting a soft kiss on the smaller man's neck. Marcus shuddered, his body relaxing into the new embrace. "You've got so much of Jason's alpha seed stuffed inside you that I bet you'll get bigger than Andy. You could go up to 220, maybe 240 pounds of shredded muscle." Marcus inhaled, exhilarated and increasingly horny as Thor continued to whisper sexy promises in his ear. "All you gotta do is lift." Thor suddenly stopped his ministrations and deposited a small 20lb dumbbell in Marcus' hand. The smaller man was briefly taken aback by Thor's revelation but before he knew it the pumped alpha frat bro was nudging him gently towards the mirror so he could get a good look at himself. "Just start slow." Ty advised from his spot against the wall, arms folded as he observed his bro handle the newbie. Marcus gripped and felt the weight a few times before slowly starting to curl one. With each lift he could feel his heart pumping a little faster, his blood flowing a bit more freely. After half a dozen curls or so it felt noticeably lighter in his hand and when he finally put the weight back down, he saw that his bicep was looking a bit fuller. He casually flexed his arm and was shocked when the small ball of muscle suddenly bulged and blatantly stood out from his arm. "Holy fuck, this is real." Marcus blurted out. The remaining body builders exploded with laughter, clearly amused by his shock. Marcus wasted no time and did the same number of curls with his other arm and couldn't help but exclaim with surprise as that arm also filled out in all the right places. "Holy shit." "Doesn't that just feel amazing?" Thor asks him, smiling at the smaller man. He placed a big warm hand on Marcus's stomach. "And you hardly used any. We gotta get you something heavier." Thor strode across the basement towards a large rack of kettlebells and pulled out a 40 pound one from the bottom of the rack and handed it to Marcus. "Let's start with something a little more well-rounded." Thor directed Marcus to begin with kettle bell swings that work both legs, glutes and back. Each swing up filled Marcus with more sexual arousal as his body began to mass greater amounts of muscle. Each squat and swing made him feel stronger and firmer, his legs and ass clenched with each motion. He could feel his tight bubble butt begin to swell as new striations of muscle absorbed Jason's seed through the exercise. After a handful of swings his legs and ass had firmed up nicely and began to form a well-defined bubble butt and thick tree trunk thighs. Each swing would have previously been a difficult struggle for Marcus but as he progressed he felt them getting significantly easier, as if the iron suddenly weighed less. Marcus finished his swings and dropped the weight with a thud. His stomach was definitely smaller now but his thighs, calves and ass really stood out from his slender frame and jutted out in a nice firm perky way. He reached down to touch his round butt and was surprised to find them rock solid and full of new thick muscle. "Fuckin' A, this is amazing." Marcus marveled, standing up straight and admiring the bulging rock like calf muscles. "Fucking hot, right? Now let's do your chest ." Thor declared. Marcus nodded and Thor steered him to an inclined bench that faced the mirrored wall. Marcus lay back against the bench, angling his torso with Thor's instruction so his chest would get maximum emphasis during the exercise. The blonde stud presented Marcus with two 50-pound dumbbells which Marcus could barely hold let alone lift. He struggled to keep them placed on his legs as he gripped them with all his might. He watched his reflection in front of him as Thor's hulking form slid behind him, his huge hands covered his own and helped stabilize them in a neutral position. Thor smiled; the gorgeous man had a knowing twinkle in his eye. "Trust me. This is gonna be wild." Marcus breathed deep breath and with incredible concentration and vigor he began to lift the weights off his thighs with both hands and bring them up over his shoulders as he attempted an incline press. Thor assisted him with the form, using his own grip to stabilize the weights as they rose into place above the smaller man's head. "One." Marcus felt the warm tingling sensation spread throughout his upper torso from his pecs to his shoulders. He lowered the weights back down to rest at shoulder level and immediately went into another repetition, allowing the warm tingling to build in his chest and arms as he pushed upwards again. "Two." There was noticeable extra weight in his arms now as he struggled to lower the bulky weights down, the burning sensation spreading up to his arms and forearms as he continued the repetitions. Thor smiled as he noticed the smaller man beginning to take over the exercise, clearly finding pleasure in watching him develop as his arms and chest expanded and thickened with new hard muscle. "Three. " To Marcus's surprise his arms and chest came back up into the neutral position with relative ease, he rested for a second and glanced towards the mirror and saw that his chest and arms were developing rapidly. The change wasn't dramatic, but his arms and shoulders were filling out a bit more, his traps popping against his shoulders while his chest was bulkier, more defined, and appeared much firmer than before he started. Marcus felt his heart leap in his chest with excitement and lust as the cum stuffed inside him worked its magic. "Four." Marcus hardly needed Thor's help this time around, he expertly guided the weight back up in a flowing movement that allowed him to easily reach the top of his rep. The huge hulking blonde remained behind him and as he finished planted his powerful beefy hands against his freshly developed pecs and squeezed them appreciatively. Marcus squirmed under the touch, an instant involuntary reaction to the warm delightful feeling of pleasure. The stud's hot breath brushed against his neck as the muscular giant massaged his upper body. "Five." Marcus felt his cock twitch as he continued his exertions. The feeling in his arms and chest was overwhelmingly him with pleasure as each movement of his arms and pecs swelled his muscles bigger and bigger, making his torso wider and more imposing with each and every stroke. Thor softly moaned as he watched and felt his new brother pump up his body with superhuman strength. "Six." Marcus focused on his reflection and could see that he was looking wider and more defined through his tight shirt. As he had exercised his cum full stomach had reduced in size and the shirt was no longer tight in his midriff but was now tight in his arms and shoulders. Guessing where this was heading, Marcus dropped the weights and quickly shucked his shirt, gawking at his new bulging form. His arm and chest were significantly thicker than when he had started, his bulging pecs ballooning outward with his thick nipples beginning to point downward. His rounded shoulders and newly bulging traps looked incredibly defined as he breathed heavily. His cock was now getting hard, visibly stretching out his pants as his body developed more. The horny stud immediately picked up the weights again and continued his set. "Seven" Andy and Ty began to turn their attention to Marcus now, their faces clouded with lust as they witness him pump up in real time. His growth was slower now, he could tell that his body wasn't challenged by this weight any more, but his body retained its pumped vascular appearance, making his definition stand out. Andy grabbed some heavier weights and circled in front of Marcus, depositing two 75-pound dumbbells on the ground in front of him. The newest stud quickly flung his previous iron out to his sides and quickly grabbed the heavier set, eager for another challenge. "Eight" Thor was twisting his nipples and laying kisses on his shoulders from behind, his massive beefy form pressing down on him, adding to Marcus’ arousal. Marcus thrust the heavy dumbbells up towards the ceiling with more difficulty, feeling his arms and chest swell again. The growth restarted in full and cock pulsed with delight. He held his arms up after reaching the apex of the lift, holding a vertical position as the delicious mixture of sexual arousal and strength traveled through him. He grunted and held his arms stiff, his eyes fixed on his muscled reflection, his torso so wide and powerful, his face a grimace of exertion and need. With a ripping sound Marcus' cock tore through his pants and his new body flushed with heat. His cock was looking harder than he'd ever seen it before and was practically dripping with excitement. Andy wasted no time and rushed to his knees between Marcus's thick legs, stripping him of the tattered remains of his pants and devoured the cock with his beautiful mouth. Marcus could feel the delicious suction surrounding his member and a swirl of his tongue expertly tease at his swollen mushroom. As Marcus lifted the weight his muscles filled with more mass became even harder while his dick swelled to full mast deep in Andy's throat. The sensation of burning and tingling was spreading again from his abdomen down to his loins. Marcus gave in to his arousal as he plowed harder into Andy's face, sending the man’s face down to his balls as his crotch pushed upwards in a feral motion. "NINE." Marcus lifted his arms and bucked his hips faster, increasing his size yet again as his orgasm was building, coiling like a spring. Andy's sucks quickened as he felt his mouth began to stretch as it fought to keep pace with Marcus's increasingly larger cock. Marcus looked up into the mirror again and saw himself looking like a true stud, his huge ham hawk arms lifting the weights while his thick thigs and tight ass bucked against Andy’s handsome face. Marcus could see his chest was wider with deep separation and sharper lines than just a few minutes earlier. His shoulders were just as sculpted, his arms and biceps thicker, rounder, larger and more imposing, more intimidating. Marcus' entire body had developed, his frame was now taller and wider, making him truly brutish, a testament to his new masculinity. His cock felt like it was stretching with each lift, filling out Andy's talented mouth, engorging with blood and stiffening with arousal. "T-TEN!!! OH FUCK!" He dropped the two weights and his engorged arms grasped Andy's shaggy head, furiously fucking his throat, gripping hard, slamming fast, chasing the waves of pleasure building as his muscles continued to grow and thicken. His cock felt enormous now, pulsing and pounding with erotic electricity as a tight pressure built in his balls as they churned and prepared to empty their load. "Fuck! FUUUUCKKK." With a final grunt Marcus came hard, firing huge volleys of jizz down Andy's throat. He rocked forward, his sweat-soaked huge body coursing with sensations and powerful bursts of pleasure that overwhelmed him, making him cry out. He fired four, five, six, seven violent bursts directly into Andy's throat. The shaggy stud merely gripped tighter on Marcus's thighs, deepthroating and sucking the newest stud for all he was worth. "Hoooolly fucking shit." Marcus panted with ecstasy. His hips slowed and finally came to a stop as Andy finished downing his seed. The newest Alpha slowly withdrew his cock from Andy's smiling lips and gawked in shock as he saw his fully erect and monstrous manhood with his own eyes. His cock was now close to ten inches, thicker than his forearm and throbbing with pent up heat. Thick veins covered his manhood and swelled with each beat of his heart. He had never been more aroused in his life, he wanted more. He needed more. As if on cue, Ty and Thor were all over him. The two men let their hands roam over Marcus' new body, squeezing, groping, feeling up every new ounce of muscle that the smaller man had gained. The two giants worshiped Marcus' tits, teasing and fondling his engorged nipples as the stud stood up from the bench. Thor circled around and planted a firm kiss on Marcus' mouth, wrapping his thick arms around his new bro and embracing his huge body. Ty planted kisses down the back of Marcus' rippling shoulders, following down his spine until he reached his round perky ass. In a moment Ty had pried apart the cheeks and began lapping at the rim before him. Marcus melted into Thor's embrace and gasped as Tyler probed deep into his muscular rim with his skilled tongue. He had never felt so turned on in all of his life, his insides ached with an unquenchable yearning for lust. A fresh round of precum leaked from his cock and spilled onto the floor, forming a growing puddle of sexual arousal. With Thor's tongue in his mouth and Ty's tongue in his ass, Marcus felt his body ripple with pleasure and his cock pulse angrily, feeling more full of heat and energy than he thought he could handle. "You're almost done. I bet you've got just enough left in there for one more growth spurt." Thor observed, letting his hands run down to Marcus' abdomen, feeling the small bump of cum still nestled deep inside him, underneath his growing eight pack. Marcus nodded and breathlessly replied, "I need it. I have to get bigger." Thor broke free of the newest stud's grip and wheeled the bench to face Marcus. He quickly flattened it and then turned to face his new bro, a teasing twinkle in his eye. Marcus felt the heat rising in his cock again and moaned as Ty spread his cheeks even further, delving his face deeper into the tight muscle. Thor straddled the bench and began a quick flexing show for his new bro, drawing Marcus' lusty attention to his overly bulging pecs and biceps. Next the giant muscle stud shifted positions and laid back on the bench, displaying his toned beefy ass in a very clear invitation. Marcus watched the small hole wink at him, begging for attention. Ty's stimulation finally ceased as he saw his bro spreadeagled on the bench, ready to get fucked like no tomorrow. He and Andy stepped backwards and began to stroke themselves, knowing they were about see a real show. "C'mon man. You know you want to." Marcus didn't wait, he straddled the bench immediately and hiked up Thor’s beautiful legs up to his shoulders and spread the huge man’s legs wider, prying open the two rounded cheeks of Thor's ass. Marcus felt his huge cock throb as he settled at the entrance of the blonde's amazing ass. "What are you waiting for? A written invitation?" Thor chided. Marcus positioned the head of his obelisk right on the waiting hole and slowly, cautiously, pushed forward. Both men cried out in a mix of pain and satisfaction as Marcus felt his massive cock slowly enter the tight confines. As his diamond hard member slid deep inside the tight ring of muscle the bulky blonde threw his head back and roared with pleasure. Thor pushed back against the obscene invasion, welcoming the intrusion, increase the tightness around Marcus' cock. It felt unimaginably good, it felt as though his body was burning up as pleasure coursed through him. Within a few seconds Marcus bottomed out and grunted with pleasure. "Oh fuck, now that's what I'm talking about." Thor groaned. Feeling more confident, Marcus began to rock in and out of the huge power bottom, driving his manhood in and out of the alpha in quick sawing thrusts. It was heaven, being inside Thor felt every bit as good as he hoped it would. He gritted his teeth and began to pump faster and deeper, slamming his cock harder with each thrust. Just then Marcus felt himself growing once more, this time his cock felt like it was growing thicker, sending a new wave of blood into his already thick shaft and spreading Thor's tight hole even more. A wave of bliss spread over Marcus' body as he felt his entire body swell with muscle as he plowed harder and harder into the larger muscle beast beneath him. "Oh god. Fuck. I feel so big." Marcus breathlessly panted, absentmindedly squeezing one Thor's legs simultaneously and feeling up his own body with his other hand. There was a unique way his body felt, full and heavy and incredibly powerful. Hard and tight. Full of testosterone. He raised one of his thick arms to flex it in front of Thor's smiling face, watching his arm swell with raw power and vascularity. He looked into the mirror and gasped at his reflection. He had shifted from a skinny and lightly muscled college boy to a fully developed hunk with the body of a sex god. Marcus was now a mountain of hard lines and rippling muscle. His waist was nearly as thick as Thor's was and he had visibly grown another couple inches in height. His abs were now so heavily defined he could perfectly trace each rigid curve with his pinky finger. Marcus ran his hands down his chest, his fingers lovingly tracing his gorgeously defined pecs, eight pack and tight waist. He felt intoxicating tingles of pleasure course through his body as he admired his massive body, barely able to comprehend the transformation he had just endured. "Fuck. Cum inside me bro. I'm so fucking close." Thor's voice interrupted Marcus' exploration, begging Marcus to fill him up and use the last of the seed kept captive in his gut. Marcus stopped flexing his obscene arms and leaned his massive form down to slam down harder into the waiting stud, intent on granting his wish. His newly strengthened arms made it easy brace against the top of the bench and lean his massive torso closer, maximizing his force as he filled Thor out, causing the blonde to pant and moan with renewed enthusiasm. "Harder!" Marcus rammed him so hard he bounced up and down on the bench. His balls swung heavily and with each thrust smacked against Thor's huge ass, sending sharp jolts of pleasure up his body, signaling just how full of seed his huge nuts were. Marcus' thrusts became more irregular and erratic as his handle on his orgasm began to slip. "F-Fuck. Y-your ass feels so fucking good. I-I'm gonna..!" "Look at me." Time seemed to slow as Thor's sultry voice washed over him. The blonde god was smiling, sweat and precum had started to pool across his muscular chest. The smell of sex and sweat permeated the room and charged him with electric sexuality. The god then raised both of his mammoth sized biceps into a mirror image, both fists curled, filling them with huge corded veins that practically jumped out of his skin, defining their immensity. The larger muscle beast then squeezed his pumped arms into a violently powerful double bicep flex for the man filling his insides. Marcus watched with reverence and desire as Thor's biceps visibly swelled right before his eyes, the muscles growing from thick to huge, making the blonde's body look larger than life. Thor's colossal legs then wrapped around Marcus' still pistoning hips and closed around him like a vice, squeezing him tightly against the bigger muscle god. Marcus' last bounds of control faded as he stared directly into his alpha's eyes as Thor rumbled. "Fuckin' breed me, bro." With a final harsh thrusts Marcus finally hammered himself home home, buried his painfully hard cock as deep into Thor's clutching asshole as he could, and exploded. Tremors rocked his body as ecstasy flooded his entire mass. His cock, now diamond hard, pulsed in violent waves as his hard hefty nads unloaded his pent up seed deep into the confines of Thor's greedy hole. With each convulsion the blond stud's hole grew tighter, twitching with pleasure, milking Marcus for all his worth. Not a split second later, Thor's orgasm followed. His thick turgid cock rocketed out its thick bursts between the both of them, painting the two huge studs white with thick sticky seed that ran between each crevice of their chiseled muscles. Marcus gripped Thor's huge dong and stroked it furiously and watched his seed launch so far it painted the gym's mirrors. Thor’s thunderous moans showed his approval and tightened his grip on Marcus' still humping waist, making him whimper with delight. Marcus' orgasm seemed to last forever. Each blast sent new waves of warm sexual release throughout his body, stimulating every fiber of muscle in his rippling frame. He closed his eyes and grit his teeth in pleasurable pain as he poured so much into his frat bro that he felt his own cum pulse out of Thor's tight hole and dripped down his legs onto the gym floor. Even with his eyes closed he could tell his arms were swelling slightly larger with each additional ejaculation into the alpha hunk beneath him. His legs and back also stretched slightly as the last of Jason's cum was absorbed into his taut straining body. Marcus let his gaze drift back to his exhausted reflection and took in the sight of a breathtakingly large hulk of perfectly cut muscle. His chest and arms were absolutely monstrous, his mountainous shoulders jutted proudly from each side as his superwide back seemed to stretch for ages. He made his abs ripple as he ran his hands over his stomach again, now hard and flexed and clearly outlined into eight deep slabs of rock hard muscle. His swollen rippling thighs stood planted on either side of the bench, flexing with raw power as he supported his new looming form over Thor's spent body. Marcus felt his balls give one final loud throb as his dick gave its very last ejaculation deep inside the blonde stud, his twitching hole hungrily accepting the final offering of cream. The huge muscled blonde let out a huge groan and his legs released Marucs from their grip. "Fuuuuuuck man. No one's fucked me like that in years. That was incredible." Marcus stared at the god laid out in front of him, the powerful alpha had never looked so handsome as he did naked, dripping in cum and trembling slightly with post orgasmic chills. His muscles were pumped beyond belief from the exertion and surprisingly his abs were as tight as when they had started, showing no signs of the cum he had just absorbed like a starved man drinks water. Marcus extracted his cock from Thor's ass and felt a little shocked that he was still completely rigid, despite emptying an almost unbelievably vast quantity of cum into his new brother. His cock was now close to 11 inches and still felt just as eager as it had been, ready for its next fuck. Thor stretched his entire body and suddenly sat up from the bench, his signature smile spreading across his handsome face again. While side by side Marcus could tell that while he had grown substantially, he still wasn’t as big or heavy as Thor was. The blonde smiled knowingly and winked as Marcus eyes ran him up and down. "Welcome to Alpha Alpha Alpha! You're going to love this place." The blonde sex monster boomed. Thor turned to face Ty and Andy who had busted their own copious loads all over themselves and the surrounding machinery as they had watched the spectacle. Marcus turned and looked the two studs over. They were both smiling widely as if watching the intense intercourse had not sated their lust, but had only reignited their desires. They were studying his frame with hunger, their eyes greedily taking in the giant amounts of hard muscle gained from his growth spurts, and were not hiding the fact that they were rock hard and ready for more. Andy placed a hand on his manhood and Ty spread his legs. Thor turned to face Marcus, a devilish twinkle in his eye. "Whaddya say man? Round two?" *** Finally found the will (and the lube) to finish part five and realized how long this has gotten. For anyone curious the word doc is 41 pages long and just shy for 24,000 words. I think I'll start adding some smaller more character driven parts up next, maybe expand up on the greater lore of the frat. I'm also going to start adding some more AI generated images to help you all better picture what I do. Hope y'all enjoy!

Goddamn that's hot. Truly this is the gift that AI image generations gives us. I'd love to see your vision for the characters from the earlier chapters. In particular I'd love to know what Richy looked like before joining the alpha's. Before his fuck with Thor. And then naturally after his growth.

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

*a shorter part, leading up to something much greater* Part 4: Looking down at the table, Zack was dumbstruck by the amount of meat presented before him, so tall, so thick. Zack observed the dense muscles that made up Henry’s back, from his shoulder blades, down to the deep dimples just above his waistband. His massive ass rising up in his tight shorts. Running his eyes down, he saw the back of Henry’s legs, covered in stretch marks from his rapid growth. Looking back up, Zack saw stretch marks on Henry’s lats as well, how had he never noticed the deeply colored stretch marks on this man? “Are you going to massage me or do you just want to look?” Henry said, his voice muffled with his face down in the massage table. Zack rubbed his hands together, and then placed them on Henry’s back. As he pushed down, the muscles, unflexed, moved under his hands. Zack pushed and pulled the muscles, Henry groaning as Zack worked the deep tissue. Where he felt tight knots in Henry’s muscles, he moved in small, circular motions, before pushing and pulling, stretching the muscle fibers, feeling the vibrations in Henry’s body as he grunts and groans. Zack moved up to Henry’s shoulders, feeling the tight muscles in Henry’s big traps as they rose towards his ears. Working his way all the way down Henry’s back, he worked at Henry’s waist, letting his fingertips slip ever so slightly below the taught waistband. Zack skipped over Henry’s glutes, and began to work on his monster quads, again, letting his fingers brush against the hems of Henry’s tight shorts, so close he could feel the heat radiating from Henry’s huge ass and the space between his thighs. Down Henry’s legs Zack moved, his long claves, and finally down to his big feet. How did he even find shoes that fit?! Zack then moved back to the front of Henry, standing at the apex of the table in front of Henry, he put his full weight into pushing and working Henry’s back muscles. Slowly, Zack felt hands on the back of his thighs, gently moving up and down. “You feel like you could use a massage too…” Henry said, not moving aside from his hands working on Zack’s thighs, moving slowly up towards his ass, which was still covered in his bright pink speedo. “You feel tense, Zack.” Henry said as his hands cupped Zack’s ample bubble butt. “You feel fucking huge.” Zack said, matching the confident tone in Henry’s voice. “Let’s take this up a notch.” Henry said, and he gripped each side of Zack’s speedo and ripped it off of his body, completely exposing him. “Hey!” Zack called backing away from the table. “What the fuck?!” Henry didn’t move, his arms still hung over the side of the table. “These were my favorite!” Zack said incredulously. “I could see why, they looked great on you, but don’t worry, I’ll replace them.” Zack still stood back away from the table, naked, and he grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his waist. “I’ll make you a deal, I’ll go nude too if you can rip mine off like I did yours.” Zack scoffed, completely turned on by being naked, but also a bit pissed that his speedo had been ripped in two like a piece of discarded paper. “Not that I want you naked, but I’ll get even about you ruining my speedo.” Zack moved down the table to Henry’s ass. He climbed on the table and sat on Henry’s quads, enjoying being on top of the hunk of man. Zack grabbed each side of Henry’s shorts, struggling to find enough fabric to hold on to, but finding it difficult as the tight shorts were practically painted on his body. Zack, undeterred, grabbed as much as he could and yanked. The shorts slid out of his hands, Henry’s ass jiggling from the strain. “You’re gunna have to try harder than that little boy.” Henry said. “I’ll do you one better!” Zack said, and he raised a hand, and brought it down with a firm *SMACK* onto Henry’s ass cheek, the muscle rippled and moved, Zack hypnotized by the movement or his titanic ass. Before Henry could react, Zack pulled back and hit again and again, landing hard in the same place each time *SMACK*, *SMACK*. Suddenly his world shook and shivered and Henry rose. “You little shit!” Henry growled as he picked his body up off of the massage table. Zack fell backwards and stumbled off the table, catching himself, but falling to his knees. He looked up and gasped. Henry loomed over him, Zack was eye level with Henry’s cock and it was HUGE, swollen and again it dominated everything Zack could see. Henry’s hands were on his hips as his massive shadow completely blocked Zack. Zack panicked, why the fuck did he hit him?! That was so fucking dumb, but his cock was still hard as a rock from doing it. “I’m going to give you two choices, make it VERY carefully.” Henry said, his voice sending goosebumps down Zack’s spine. “One, I get to spank you.” Zack pictured it in his head, one of Henry’s extra large hands could easily smack both of Zack’s cheeks at the same time. “Or two…” Henry continued, “You finish my massage on the front.” Henry bent his head forward and the devious smile on his face told Zack, it wasn’t really a choice, and they both knew it. “Right, get back to work.” Henry said as he lie back on the table. Zack stood back up as well and took in Henry as the big man adjusted himself and closed his eyes. Zack again took stock of the slab of beef on the table, his head still light from adrenaline of what he’d just done, but he’d never seen Henry’s bulge that big, did he enjoy it? Then Zack noticed stretch marks radiating from the sides of Henry’s huge pecs and snaking down towards his lats. Zack knew those hadn’t been there before, with as much as he stared at Henry’s chest he would’ve notice those, wouldn’t he? He also saw them at the top of Henry’s pecs, spilling up onto his shoulders, and even more on his arms, spreading from his biceps to his triceps. “Henry…?” Zack began, but he was quickly cut off. “Massage my huge fucking tits or I’m going to whop your ass!” Henry said, his strong demanding tone, not only spurring Zack into action, but also sending a jolt to his cock, something about being ordered around by this hulk… Zack placed his hands on Henry’s chest, he gave them one big squeeze and came under the towel, the fabric easily absorbing most of his load, but a bit dripped down his leg and landed on the floor. His grip tightened on Henry’s chest, and he realized he was pulling on Henry’s nipple. They both moaned at the same time. Then Zack pulled away. As he pulled his hand away, Henry grabbed his wrist and pulled it firmly back to his fat nipple, “Keep going.” Henry ordered. Zack dug his hands in again, feeling the heavy dense muscle that made up Henry’s chest, this was less of a massage and more of a muscle worship session, but neither seemed to care much about the quality of the massage. He pushed his hands down between Henry’s chest and his arm, Henry flexed slightly and trapped Zack’s hand, “Careful, I’m ticklish.” And he released Zack’s hand and Zack pulled back. Placing his hands directly at the bottom of Henry’s pecs, and then moving his hands under the overhang of muscle. Then up and between them, his hands almost disappearing in the hairy space between. Henry pulled his arms together and trapped Zack’s hands between his pecs, then bounced them slowly. Henry kept his eyes closed, but Zack could see the shit eating grin plastered on his face as he manhandled Zack with just the power of his pecs. Henry released Zack’s hands, and Zack moved them down to Henry’s abs. They were a solid wall of muscle, and instead of trying to massage them, Zack simply ran his fingers along the deep grooves in between Henry’s abs, Henry responded by flexing them for Zack, showing off his control as he rippled the flex up from his waist to the bottom of his pecs. Zack pressed his hands hard into Henry’s abs, leaving the skin turning white, but the muscle not budging. Shifting down to Henry’s legs he, Zack gripped the ample quad muscle, noticing again the huge dark striations that ran down between his thighs. Abruptly again, Henry sat up and swung his legs over the other side of the table, facing now away from Zack. He reached a big hand around and gripped and rubbed his neck. “Thanks little guy, I needed that. I’m going to go change and I have some chores to do today.” Without so much more than a glance, Henry got up and walked back to the house, leaving Zack there in a towel with his cum still wet against his still hard cock. Henry’s abrupt departure leaving him stunned. Zack collected himself and made his way back to the house. Once back inside, he saw no trace of Henry aside from the discarded pair of swim shorts laying outside of his door. Zack walked to pick them up, he told himself he was being polite and helpful, picking up laundry. As he lifted the shorts, he noticed rips and tears in the shorts, steaming up from the leg holes, and in several places around the seat and front pouch. The only in tact part of the shorts was the stretchy waistband. Zack decided to set them back down and he went to the living room and settled into the couch. Like any teenage at mid day during summer break, he decided to take a nap, curling up on the huge sofa, and quickly falling asleep. Zack blinked his eyes open, it was significantly darker outside, but there was still the hazy pink purple light of late afternoon bleeding in through the windows. As Zack’s eyes adjusted he saw Henry sitting in the chair across from him, fast asleep. His legs spread wide, wearing yet another pair of briefs, and a plain white t-shirt, pulled tight across his huge chest and wrapped securely around his bulging arms. As Henry sat with his legs spread wide and his arm’s crossed over his chest, his deep even breath caused his body to swell and contract, the bulge in his pants as round and swollen as it always is. Zack sat there, enjoying the sight. Laying quietly and perfectly still, just drinking it in. That was when he heard the first *pop*. He couldn’t tell where it came from, looking around the room he couldn’t nail down where it had came from. *pop* *pop*. Another two. Zack’s ears perked up now as he dialed in trying to pinpoint where the odd sound was coming from. Then he heard the first rip, Zack’s eyes locked on to Henry, and he noticed first that each breath in Henry took, his chest seemed to stay that big, forcing his arms out further. The rips and pops were coming from Henry’s arms, which were flexing and pressing against the sleeves of the shirt. Below, his grey briefs were being weighed down from the growing weight of the thick cock inside. As Henry’s body seemed to swell, his cock grew harder than Zack had ever seen it, pushing forward, forward, until Zack could see the base of Henry’s veiny cock and his thick dark pubic hair. A large wet spot began to form at the tip of Henry’s cock, soaking the briefs. Fuck, Zack thought, Henry was creating more precum than Zack shot in a full load, two or three loads even. Henry’s cock twitched again, thick time, the waistband slipped, and Henry’s heavy cock snack back and smacked against his abs with a hard *SMACK*, precum still leaking from the uncut head, drooling onto his white shirt. Zack’s cock ached under his blanket, he was frozen in place watching Henry’s huge hard cock grow harder up towards his pecs. His balls still filling gout every bit of his briefs as they surged with cum. It was then that Zack looked up, he could see Henry’s open eyes shining in the faint light, watching him. “Enjoying the show?” Henry said, his white teeth glinting as he flashed a smile. Zack felt his vision go blurry, he let out a small gasp, frozen in place still. “Don’t worry. I enjoy this show.” Henry flexed his biceps, his shirt splitting along both his biceps and tearing across his shoulders. He then grabbed the collar of his t-shirt and slowly ripped it open, perfectly down the center of his body. Slowly exposing his monster hairy chest, down to his rippling abs. When he was done, his cock lie on his washboard abs, leaking precum still. Then Henry stood up. “I love watching you squirm when I flex.” He took a step forward, his heavy cock pointing not straight out, but weighed down, precum still coming from his cock head, which was still covered by his foreskin. Ask he stepped forward, his huge thighs caused his cock to sway back and forth in front of him. “I love watching you get hard over my body.” Henry took another step forward, jutting out his chest, it accentuated how heavy they were as his hard nipples pointed down, similar to his cock. “I love watching you try and deny how much you want this.” Henry took another step forward, he was now about a foot away from Zack. As Zack still lie frozen on the couch, Henry’s heavy cock sat solid inches from his face, precum dripping and leaving a pool on the floor as his balls worked overdrive. “And above all…” Henry bent his huge body forward, getting his face so close to Zack’s ear that he could feel the rough course stubble on Henry’s jawline, feel his hot warm breath on his ear, “Above all, I love watching you try to outdo and out-tease me.” Henry stood back up to his full height. Again, his hard cock swaying in front of Zack’s face, Zack watched it bob back and forth, like watching a hypnotist swing a pocket watch to and fro, Zack fell into Henry’s trance. “I’ll tell you what.” Henry said, again folding his arms over his chest, his forearms and chest completely blocking Zack’s view of Henry’s hunky face. “If you want to admit defeat, come to my room. If you want to keep playing, stay here.” With that, Henry walked down the hallway towards his room. His heavy footsteps reverberating throughout the wooden floors of the house and leaving Zack vibrating in a state of shock. Zack lay on the couch, Henry didn’t close his door.