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Move In Day! Tony climbed the stairs to his second floor dorm room with bags of luggage in hand. Groaning with each step, the stocky man finally reached his door and fumbled to get the key out of his pocket. As he did this, he started to lose his grip on all of his bags. Trying his best to fish the key out of his pocket, Tony at last grabbed the key, but his hand couldn’t hold on any longer. All of his bags fell to the ground with a loud crash and Tony sighed in defeat. While Tony was picking up his dropped luggage, the door to his room swung open. Tony looked up from the ground to see a tall lanky guy standing in the doorway. “Hi there! You must be Tony,” said the stranger with a smile on his face as he reached his hand out to Tony. “Yes I am! And you must be Andrew. Nice to meet you.” Tony got up from the ground and reached his hand out to meet Andrew’s in the process of dropping all his luggage again. “Need some help with that?” asked Andrew chuckling a bit at Tony. “Actually yeah. That would be real helpful man,” said Tony, picking up some of the suitcases. Andrew got down and started to collect a few of Tony’s bags and walked back into the room. Tony followed him in with the remaining bags and examined his new dorm. On his side of the room, there was nothing. A blank billboard and a twin sized bed attached to a desk with a chest of drawers and a small closet. On the other side, it was clear that Andrew had been here well in advance and set up his room. He had plenty of Star Wars, Marvel, Lord of the Rings, and Star Trek posters up on the wall. Along with stacks of books on his desk and plants lining the window sill. “Wow, you didn’t waste any time moving in,” said Tony, setting his luggage down in front of his closet. “Actually this isn’t my first rodeo. I lived in this room last semester. In the fall semester, I was in this room by myself. I think I originally had another roommate, but he ended up dropping out either right before the semester started or the first day of classes because I never met him. So I had this room all to myself last year,” said Andrew. Tony started to move his luggage into the room and while doing so, slinging some of his suitcases up onto the bed. “Oh nice man. Sorry to ruin your solo act,” said Tony. “It’s okay. It’ll be nice living with someone. Did you have anything else that you were gonna bring up? I can help you out if you need it,” said Andrew. “Nope, I wanted to bring everything up here in one trip. But I’m pretty beat from that drive.” Tony took off his jacket and set it on his desk and then laid down on the bed. Andrew quickly stood up and walked over to Tony. “Oh well maybe, if you don’t feel like unpacking now, we can go and get some food? Ya know, get to know each other. We will be living with each other for the next four or five months, might as well start it off right,” said Andrew as he started putting on his jacket. “Yeah, sure. Just let me get a quick break in then I’d be more than happy to get some grub with you,” Tony smiled at Andrew and Andrew gave a big toothy grin back at Tony. “Great! I’m just gonna run to the bathroom real quick and then we can leave,” said Andrew as he opened the door to their room to go to the community bathroom they shared with the whole floor. Tony looked over at his luggage on the other side of the bed. He leaned forward and grabbed one of the zippers on the bigger suitcases sitting on top and quickly unzipped it. Sitting on top was a big fluffy pillow with folded sheets below it. Tony grabbed out the sheetless pillow, put it on the side he would put his head, and laid down. He took a deep breath in and sighed from exhaustion. But he paused for a moment. What is that smell? he thought to himself. He sat up and grabbed his pillow and moved it out of the way. On the mattress was a small stain that looked to be no bigger than a ping pong ball. Looks like whoever had this bed last was not the cleanest roommate in the world. I’ll have to get some candles or something to get that smell out of here. As Tony was examining the stain on the bed, the door swung open and in walked Andrew. “You ready to go or do you need some more time to rest?” asked Andrew as he reentered the room. “Yeah, I’m good to go. And maybe we can leave the window open or something. My bed kinda reeks,” said Tony as he started standing up. Andrew's eyes got wide for a split second, but then settled back into his big smile. “Oh yeah. Sorry about that. I think it’s my experiment going on over here.” Andrew walked over to the window sill where he had five potted plants lined up. “I’m a biochemistry student and I really got to know one of my professors last semester so he let me do a little experiment of my own over winter break. I won’t be winning the Nobel Peace Prize for it or anything, but it’s still a good way to get close with the professors in my major.” Andrew grabbed a spray bottle sitting on his desk and started to spray the plants with water. “That sounds interesting. What are you testing?” asked Tony as he got up and stood next to Andrew. “These plants were given a fertilizer that was supposed to give them more nutrients which would enable more growth output. It won’t grow them massive, but I’m seeing which chemical combination reacts the best to inhibit the most growth. Long term it could give farmers a new product to get bigger harvests every season.” “Wow, that sounds…really complicated, but also cool,” said Tony. He leaned in towards one of the plants growing and took a sniff. “Ooo yeah. That’s what I smell.” Tony grabbed his nose a little bit and stepped back towards the door. “Sorry, this fertilizer is fresh. I didn’t realize you were moving in today and put it on the plants. It will smell for a little bit as the nutrients work their way into the plant's system. That’s why I suggested we go eat and get out of the room while the smell goes away,” said Andrew, putting his spray bottle back on his desk. “I see your point. Then lead the way to the nearest dining hall. I don’t think I realized how hungry I was until I was out of the car.” Tony opened up the door and waited for his lanky roommate to walk out with him. Andrew smiled and followed Tony out of the room towards the nearest dining hall. *A FEW HOURS LATER* “I can’t believe they allow All You Can Eat at The Market on Saturdays. That’s gonna save me sooooo much money this year,” said Tony as he walked back into his dorm room with Andrew. “It’s pretty nice. And for a growing guy like you, I’m sure you’ll take full advantage of it.” The two laughed and looked at Tony’s bed. It still had plenty of still packed suitcases sitting on it. “Damn I’m not looking forward to unpacking that,” said Tony as he started unzipping his suitcase. Both of them were happy that the smell of the room had returned to normal and they weren’t suffering through the stench of the fertilizer. “It’ll be done before you know it.” Andrew sat on his bed and started to play on his phone. “If you need any help doing any of the heavy lifting, I know I don’t have much size to show, but I can at least help.” Andrew brought his arm up and flexed his mediocre bicep for Andrew. “Thanks Andrew. But I don’t think I have much to unpack. Mainly just clothes and some supplies for school. It’ll just be a pain.” Tony started unpacking his things as Andrew got up from his bed and checked on his plants. “Did the plants like the fertilizer you gave them?” “Unclear. I can’t see any changes in them now, but it has only been a few hours since I added the stuff. Realistically, I shouldn’t see any real changes for a few weeks,” said Andrew as he continued to examine the plants. “So how does all of that stuff work? I’ve never really been big on science, but I’m always open to hear of better ways to get bigger,” said Tony as he started putting some of his clothes away. “It’s kind of complicated. How much do you know about biology? Or chemistry?” asked Andrew, spraying down the plants with water. “I’m a kinesiology major so I know about biology. But that’s human biology. Not plants.” said Tony, folding up some shorts and putting them in his dresser. “In layman's terms, whenever I give the plant water, it should activate the nutrients in the fertilizer I gave to the test plant to inhibit growth. But the growth we see at this stage would be microscopic at this early of a time. Or at least on this size of plant. But if we wake up in a jungle of vines, we know it worked.” Andrew got out a ruler and notepad and started to jot down numbers on it. “So could it work on humans?” asked Tony, peering over Andrew’s shoulder at the plants. “Who knows? All of this is theoretical. Don’t get me wrong, professor Hendricks and I have been running the numbers and these plants should only grow a few inches more than a regular one. But we’ve only ever tried it on plants. I don’t even know what would happen if that fertilizer got into a human’s system.” Tony frowned and walked back to his closet and continued to hang up his clothes. “Well whenever you guys do human trials, let me know. I’ll be first in line. I’d do anything to grow.” “Yeah I feel you there. I might not be as short as you, but being as skinny as a twig sometimes can be a pain. People always say I look like a giraffe.” “Short and fat isn’t the best either. In the last few months, everybody has been calling me a baked bean.” “Wow, that’s rough buddy,” said Andrew as he walked back to his bed. “But kinda funny.” Andrew couldn’t hide the small smirk on his face. “You’ll be able to go to the rec 24/7 if you’re trying to get buff big guy. And the kinesiology department is right next door so it's an easy commute to class.” “You’re right, but I was always the short kid in high school. I never was strong enough or fast enough or tall enough to be in any sport so I was really hoping that I could at least gain some sort of size in college,” said Tony. “I was a band nerd. I didn’t care for any sort of sport. They’re overrated in my opinion. But considering the rec is free with tuition, and as we learned tonight, Saturdays are all you can eat, you’ll get big in no time. At least in the muscle department. The height department, I’ll give you a call once we’ve figured out how to grow people taller,” said Andrew as put away the last of his clothes. “Like I said, first in line for it.” Tony plopped himself down on his now made bed and breathed out a sigh of relief. “Finally done. I’m beat.” Tony took another deep breath in and then caught a whiff of himself. “You know, on second thought, I might go shower and then head straight to bed. All that moving today really took it out of me,” said Tony sitting back up and grabbing his towel and toiletries. “I’ll be here. Have fun. Make friends,” said Andrew. “Make friends? It’s the floor’s community bathroom. I don’t know if I wanna make friends in there.” “Hey, you never know,” laughed Andrew as Tony shut the door to head to the bathroom. Tony turned the corner and entered the community bathroom. It had three stalls with toilets and three stalls for showers. Tony ducked down and checked if anyone was in there with him, and to his luck, there was no one else. He opened the first door to the shower stall and stepped in .The stall wasn’t very big. It just had a dry area for Tony to place his pajamas and then the small shower itself. Tony walked into the shower and turned the water on. He started rinsing off his body. Taking stock of it, there wasn’t much to rinse. Andrew hadn’t been lying. Tony was a bit of a little guy. At only 5’5, he definitely was towered over by most other men. And even some women. And he was pretty stocky for being so short. He rinsed off his sizable moobs and lifted his belly up so water could get the undercarriage. Looking down at his belly, he couldn’t even see his stump of a dick under it. At only 3 inches, Tony really longed for any size at all. Tony sighed as he reached for his shampoo bottle and started lathering up his curly black hair. Tony was met with a weird tightening sensation on the back of his head when he started to rub the shampoo in. It wasn’t burning him, but he did feel a strangle warmth trickle across his head and down his neck. Tony pulled his shoulders back as he felt the warmth spread throughout his whole body. His toes curled as his back arched up. He was lucky he was alone because he let out a deep, loud moan. It echoed through the stalls of the bathroom and Tony felt it ringing through his chest. It started in Tony’s shoulders first. It was subtle, but he could feel them thickening. His traps became denser and his delts rounded out. Spreading out to his flabby arms, the jiggly fat that hung on his arms seemed to be moving and shifting. Tony was shocked when he flexed, he saw his biceps inflating to the size of softballs. Tony balled his hands into fists to see the veins pulsing on his vascular forearms. Seeping down to his chest, his moobs began to plump up. The once saggy moobs were pushing upwards on his chest. Forming a rectangular shape on his chest and filling out with more muscle. His belly felt like it was marinating with the warmth. Tony rubbed his belly and let out a loud belch that echoed throughout the entire bathroom. Tony moaned again and gripped his cock with both of his hands. His eyes shot open and he looked down to see his cock. He could see his cock and grip it with two hands. Tony smiled in disbelief as he felt his cock pulse in his hands. His spine shivered with every heartbeat as his cock throbbed bigger and bigger. Tony felt his already somewhat fat ass tighten up and form into a bubble butt behind him. Thunder thighs shaping into ham sized quads. He raised his toe up and flexed his diamond calves. As Tony stayed under the shower head, he felt his body start to go through a different change. He had gained some muscle suddenly, but now it seemed his belly wanted to grow bigger too. Tony let out another large belch that lasted a few seconds and then he gripped his stomach. His hands were feeling pushback as the belly began to push out further and further. Looking at his body, he saw the toned muscles begin to swell with fat. His athletic build he had just gained being eclipsed as fat began to crawl back onto his body. Tony reached for the shower faucet and turned the water off. He looked down at his body and was amazed. He couldn’t help but grope and prod at his new form. While he maintained a rather full belly and a significant amount of fat still on him, he could actually see muscles on him now. “I knew there was muscle under all that fat,” mused Tony. He couldn’t stop smiling as he began to towel off his muscular body. Pulling up the pajamas he had brought, his underwear felt tight on his beefier body. Gripping the waistband, Tony heaved them up and over his fat ass that now felt shaped more like a bubble butt than a lumpy blob. His legs felt squeezed into the pants like sausages and his calves and ankles were on display at the bottom of the pants. Pulling on his shirt, his sleeves felt constraining around his biceps and like one little flex could tear it. His hairy belly was now on full display for the world to see since now his shirt only covered just above his belly button. Walking out of the stall and staring at himself in the mirror, Tony couldn’t help but smile with glee as he looked absolutely comical now. He didn’t know how it happened, but he had gotten bigger. His clothes looked two sizes too small at least and he had no idea what happened. But he didn’t care. All he did care about was that he had done what he had never thought was possible. Get bigger. He walked giddily back to his room and entered to see Andrew playing a video game on his tv. Andrew looked up and did a double take at Tony. He squinted his eyes and paused his game. “Hey Tony, how was your shower?” asked Andrew skeptically. “It was good. I like the showers here,” said Tony as he put his toiletries up and hopped into his bed. “Uh huh. And you look different than when you left, but I can’t put my finger on it,” said Andrew as he shifted his body towards Tony and pulled his head set off of his head. “Well after a long day of travel, a shower always makes me feel nice and refreshed. It’s probably just that you’ve never seen me clean.” Tony said as he absent mindedly rubbed his exposed hairy belly. “Hmm, okay. I will say you might want to invest in some new pajamas. It looks like that pair doesn’t fit you anymore. And with you saying that you’re wanting to grow even bigger, I bet those won’t last long.” Andrew put his head set back on and resumed his game as Tony’s cock jumped a little bit from the excitement of Andrew’s words. Grabbing a pillow to cover himself, Tony blushed a bit and made sure his now larger dick wasn’t seen. “Haha you got that right. I think I’ll be doing plenty of growing this semester. And I won’t stop until I’m the biggest there ever was.” Tony laid his head back on his pillow and took a deep breath to clear his head. He smiled to himself as his mind began to wander into the fantasies of how big he would grow. “Sure, whatever you say, big guy. Are you gonna go to sleep now?” asked Andrew, leaving one ear off his head set. “Yeah. I have my first day of classes tomorrow and wanted to get a good night’s sleep before it,” said Tony as he shifted his weight on his bed. Now amazed at just how far his feet went down the bed. “Alright, I’ll finish up this game and turn everything off so you can get some good sleep. Besides, I have a class at 8am tomorrow, I should probably head to bed too,” said Andrew. Tony looked down and actually saw his pecs obstructing his view of his body and still couldn’t stop smiling. He did feel his cock jump again, but had to resist reaching down and feeling his new endowment. Even though he was under the covers, he could see a bulge wanting to break free and grow. This thought only made the bulge under the sheets jump with even more excitement. Tony tried to focus on other things, but his horny thoughts were getting to him. “No need to rush.” Tony mused as he turned his body to face away from Andrew only to hear a rip shoot through his pants. Tony’s eyes shot open and he turned to look over at Andrew. But with his head set on, Andrew didn’t hear anything. Turning back to his body, Tony saw a little wet spot on the blanket that must’ve been a small bit of pre that leaked out when he tore his pants. “Just finished on a good one. Perfect way to end a good day,” said Andrew as he turned off his console and tv. He laid down on his bed and reached for his light to turn it off. “Tomorrow will be a good day. First day of classes. First full day with a new roomie, we have a lot of things to be excited for.” Andrew hit the switch and the light in the room went off. “Definitely. It’s gonna be a great day. And a great semester. Goodnight Andrew.” Tony rolled back over onto his back. Now with his boner hidden by the darkness. “Night Tony.” Tony sat there quietly waiting for Andrew to fall asleep. Once he heard a light snore coming from Andrew’s bed. Tony wiggled his big body out of his pants and underwear so he could feel his big enhanced member. He felt another shot of pre leak onto his hand as he put two hands on the mighty rod. Tony looked over at Andrew and heard him sleeping before, but decided to risk it all by starting to jerk off. Tony felt how big his cock felt in his hands now. He couldn’t believe that he needed two hands just to jerk himself off now. And his hands felt like they barely closed around the monster, it was so thick. One of his hands left his cock to feel the rest of his improved body. After feeling the heft of his pecs, Tony knew it wouldn’t be long before he was shooting cum everywhere. Between having an obscured view of his dick and the fact he could feel how juicy they felt with each lift, he had to stifle a moan as his big body turned him on so much. Sensing what was about to happen and feeling how much bigger his balls were, Tony reached back behind him and grabbed a few tissues off of his desk. Only after feeling how round and expansive his belly was did Tony start firing shot after shot of cum. It was the biggest load he had ever produced as volley after volley of cum hit his hairy belly. Tony panted as the orgasm subsided and looked over to Andrew who still seemed to be fast asleep. Grabbing the tissue, he started wiping off the excess cum on his belly and was surprised about just how much he had to clean. After grabbing another tissue, Tony finally cleaned up the mess he made and pulled his blanket back up to cover his torso. He thought about pulling up his pants, but they were already ripped so why bother. He turned to his side and closed his eyes to go to sleep. Wondering if everyday of college was going to be this eventful. And if it was, it was going to be an incredible year.

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

Chapter Four "Come on, sit your ass right here!" His monstrous hand clawed me like an eagle, clutching its prey. I could feel his knuckles rubbing against my sternum as he hoisted me off my feet. Tony released me from his clutches, and I crashed heavily on his black leather couch. Immediately, he encroached on my personal space, placing his body on my lap and trapping me between his torso and the wall. We were both layered by his crimson bathrobe, insulating our sexual energy. Our heavy breaths grew louder, echoing throughout the room. “You’ve been waiting all night for this huh?” Tony asked ardently. I nodded, completely mesmerized at the sight before me. His clabbered pecs danced to the rhythm of his panting. The ridges of his abdominals soldered themselves against his tan. Each of them looked like one Hawaiian bread roll, only in a rock-solid state of course. “Has this been your dream babe?” Tony taunts. “You’ve been waiting to be smothered by these pecs?” Each slab of muscle on his chest striated with each bounce. Left. Right. Left. Right. Left. Right. Similar to an intense ping-pong match that you don’t want to see the end of. “You can’t imagine how much pussy has been offered to me today. How many admirers practically undressed me with their eyes as I prepped for this competition? I’ve been sowing for months on end,” he smirked, “but you’re the one who gets to reap all of my hard work!” I sulked with desire. He took hold of my wrists and positioned my hands over his unflexed stomach. He lets out a heavy hiss as he exhales, deflating the skin around his abdomen. My fingers fastened between each crevice as he flexed. Tony gave out a big arrogant grunt, “fuck yeah baby!” He could have crushed pecan shells with his abs in just one exhale. My hands lounged around every ribbon of ripped muscle. His obliques accentuated the texture of his lats. Both of his lats were thick enough to clutch onto. Muscled love handles. Tony moved my hands aside and our gaze met. He slowly peeled off the crimson robe and let it drop on the floor, leaving himself au naturel. “How does this body feel?” “Phenomenal I-I,” the stuttering returns, “It’s so fucking dense?” “Yeah?” He licked his lips. “No part of me is soft brother.” We both look down at his solid cock in admiration. All 8 inches of him were pointing up in my direction. My dick was being compressed by the seams of my pants. “Who would’ve known you’d goon through the screen only to be so lucky as to get to goon in person?” He scoffs. “And I gotta say, many soft boys like you puss out when confronted with their desires but you've become the exception.” The top of his fingers tilted my chin upward to look at him. Both of the pupils in his eyes bore into my soul. “No, you doubled down and stood on business huh babe?” He gloated. “Yeah, you know what’s fucking good! You know where to talk your shit and go for what you want. And how to go for WHO you want.” He let out a deep sigh as his face lingered over mine. His breath was minty fresh. He came prepared. Prepared for me. “Do you want me babe?” He teased. I nodded. “Yeah?” He moaned as his lips devoured mine. Our tongues wrestled playfully against each other inside our chamber of flesh. And even in this regard, he dominated. He guided the back of my head towards the nape of his neck. I lathered it up with every fluid within me in pure greed. It's as if my mouth was my G-spot, every time it made contact with his body it brought tingles that shot straight to my dick. “Fuuuuck your tongue is so good!” He moaned. “You know how to fucking use it that’s for sure.” My ear pressed against his chest as I continued licking and I was comforted by the vibration of his moaning. His racing heartbeat played to the cadence of passion. I followed the trails of sweat exuding from his glistening neck down to the cliff that is his pec shelf. The insertions of his chest dwarfed the side of my head as I beamed up from below to get a full view. Getting the nod of approval from Tony, my lips latched on to his teat. I nursed as if I was completely deprived of any form of hydration. This was the rebirth of a sexually deprived whore for muscle. “Oh fuck yeah Danny,” Tony whimpered, “keep milking my tits! Swirl your hot ass tongue around them” I licked around and around his nipples liberally. His pecs bounced rapidly across my face. His gargantuan hands clasped the back of my head and suffocated me into his mass. True delirium surmounted my sense of self. Right now I am just Tony’s toy. My hands freely roamed the rest of his body eventually laying their touch upon his cobra back. Tony let out a menacing chuckle as he turned his body facing away from me and raised his arms to his sides. He brought his fists to a close and puckered his power. Pinching his spine with his skin, he then proceeded to slowly move his lats opposite to each other and flex every fiber of his back muscles. A bellowing huff was released. “You like that shit baby?” He growled. “Yes sir,” I yelled. “Fuck yeah,” he huffed, “get up off your ass and come worship my back!” I quickly stood up and planted kisses all over the cut muscles. Every single one of them was deeply carved and gave his back the apparition of a reptile’s skin. No matter what angle you looked from, muscle was everywhere in sight. “Knead my muscles deep Danny,” Tony sighed, “I’ve been working way too hard for way too long.” Rubbing his back was like kneading dough for flour tortillas. Except dough did not hold a candle to the voluminous mounds of mass that his back contained. His hypnotic scent of sweat and competition tan inundated my senses and furthering my trance, causing me to start dripping drool out of my mouth. “Holy shit!” Tony laughed. “Are you fucking drooling back there?” His eyes veered in my direction through his peripherals. I stood in embarrassment not knowing what to say. “No go ahead,” he assured, “as a matter of fact I want you to trace your tongue from the top of my ass crack all the way up top to the back of my neck, Danny.” “Yes sir!” I held on to his lats for balance and crouched to his waist level. I stuck out my tongue and vanquished his sweaty skin and followed the grooves of his spine like a vinyl record player, only the music was the moans coming out of his mouth. “Keep going Danny,” Tony heaved, “juuuuuust like that. Shit!” Once I reached the top, the bulge in my pants was wedged between the two mountains of muscles in his ass cheeks. Both boulders began to bounce around my dick playfully. Cheeky fucker(no pun intended). “Is that dick rock hard for me you little slut?” He jibed. “Yeah? I bet you can't wait to get your hands around my cock too.” He turns toward me and pulls me closer as he places my hands on both of his ass cheeks. He lures me into his command by bouncing his pecs then leans over my shoulder. His deep baritone voice resounded in my ear once more. “Let’s get you undressed and show you what you truly came here to bargain for shall we?”

Part 3: The next day The next morning, Megan awoke with Aaron's cock in her arms, the enormous shaft serving as a pillow. She was stiff and sore, as if she had an intense workout and went to bed without stretching properly. It was a bit ironic—she had indeed had an intense workout the night before, but stretching had been a big part of it. Despite a full night of getting her brains fucked out by the biggest cock she'd ever seen, her pussy was already dripping, throbbing, and ripe with lust. She could still feel his seed dripping slowly from her cunt and puddling beneath her. "Good morning, she whispered, planting a kiss right on the tip of Aaron's cock. She opened her mouth wide and engulfed the head of Aaron's cock in one smooth motion. Her tongue lashed at his cock head as she sucked him in, tasting the earthy mix of their juices from the night before. She continued down, her lips forming a tight seal around his shaft as she took him as deep as she could. It didn't take long until she felt him bumping against the back of her mouth. She breathed in deep through her nose, relaxed, and made a swallowing motion as she forced herself lower. She relished the feeling of his cock inside her as it grew to full erection. "Morning sexy," Aaron groaned. He took a fistful of hair as Megan sucked and slurped, almost nursing at the end of his monster cock, sucking all the pre-cum she could from his slit. She made salacious, satisfied noises of consumption, like a woman enjoying a delicious meal. “Nnngh, fuck!” she gasped. “I love sucking this monster dick, master! It’s so fuckin’ big!” “Please let me suck you too, master,” Lisa asked, waking up and pressing herself alongside Megan. They lavished attention on the giant member, kissing and licking the sides. Megan moved down to his balls, opening wide to take in one of the massive orbs. “Of course baby.” Aaron stroked her face and Lisa moaned, nuzzling against his big palm and sucking his thumb. Then she shoved her head down on his cock and engulfed inch after inch of thick meat. Aaron was soon thrusting his hips, fucking his girlfriend's mouth with intense fury. A few minutes later Aaron erupted, he moaned as Lisa swallowed the mammoth river of spew that flowed from his 16" monster. She removed the mammoth cock from her mouth when she could swallow no more and bathed the two of them in his seed. Lisa cupped Megan's face and held it below hers, opening her mouth and pouring out a huge amount of sperm, which Megan hungrily devoured. He settled back and watched the gorgeous, explosively voluptuous beauties swap his load, back and forth between their mouths. The cum was thick and ample enough that even diluted by their spit, it slid from between their lips in fat strands. Each time they snowballed, the girls swallowed a little, and when there wasn’t much remaining, they pushed their heads together into a tongue-sucking kiss. Megan reached for her phone. Ten missed calls, a string of expletive-filled texts. She flicked through them with a smile, the satisfaction of her revenge filled her with joy. And more ideas. After last night, she felt on top of the world. "Sir, can I ask a favor?" Megan asked Aaron, doe-eyed. "What is it, pretty lady?" "Can you come with me to Kyle's place?" "What?" He blinked. "You aren't thinking of going back to him!" "Oh no, of course not stud. Not after meeting a real man like you. He won't be there, I just wanna make him suffer. Show him what a better fuck you are than he is. What do you think?" Megan had a devious twinkle in her eye. "Fuck it, why not?" Aaron said, turning to Lisa "babe, you coming too?" "Oh I have an errand to run, I'll catch up with you guys later." Two hours later, Ryan's phone would receive a gallery of photos. The first of them was Megan seated side by side next to a massive muscleman smiling. However Aaron's huge cock was covering most of Megan's face. The second pic Megan had obviously tried pull it down his cock out of her face but she still had both hands on it and was looking at Aaron biting her lip, his hand now pulling down her shirt to expose her generous cleavage. The third picture Megan had put his huge cock under her shirt between her tits evidently to try to conceal the cock from the shot. The efforts were proven futile as the last 6 inches protruded from between her tits and out of the top of the low cut shirt. Megan was leaned against Aaron and was kissing him on the lips. Meanwhile Aaron's hands were palming her exposed ass. The fourth photo Megan was leaning back, her legs spread. She had both hands on the giant cock stretched across her lap. The cock looked shiny as if she had been slurping on it. Aaron was leaning over Megan and had both of her enormous tits in his mouth and he was sucking on her nipples. Megan had a big smile on her face and was looking right at the camera. The fifth picture Megan was now completely naked. She was seated on Aaron's lap leaning back against him making out with him. Aaron had his hands on her tits and was squeezing them hard. Aaron's giant horse cock was protruding from between her legs. Megan had both hands on his cock gripping it tightly. The sixth picture, Megan knelt beside Aaron. She was leaning down onto his lap and had his entire cock deep in her throat. Saliva was poring out the corners of her mouth as she posed for the picture with more than half of his 16 inches of huge fat fuck meat down her throat. Her face was red and her eyes were crossed as she held the cock there for got knows how long with that slow camera roll. Aaron had his head back and mouth opened in ecstasy. The seventh photo Megan was back on his lap but this time straddling him facing away from the camera. She was clearly making out with him. She had her hands on her jugs and appeared to be giving Aaron a tit job but the actual act was obscured from the camera. Her big ass and pussy filled the scream and you could see her squirt shooting from between her pussy lips. The eighth picture Megan had turned around and was still seated on Aaron's lap. She was leaned forward with her hands on Aaron's knees. Her huge tits hung in the center of the screen. The giant cock was nowhere to be seen between her legs. Megan's face was red and her tongue was out of her opened mouth. She was cross-eyed and had a look of orgasm on her face. The ninth was Megan back on her knees looking up at Aaron jerking his cock. The tenth picture was of Megan on her knees, her face covered in cum. It had to be a gallon of cum covered her nose, mouth, eyes, and even got in her hair. “Ready for your surprise, asshole?” the next text said. This question was clearly rhetorical, as a video immediately popped up. Megan's face was front and center, her hair was a tangled mess, stained and streaked with copious amounts of baby batter. Her eyes looked like they were staring back at him, but they were really looking at Aaron's massive weapon. This was clearly shot right after the last picture, but now the camera panned up to reveal his room! The posters on the wall, the bed, the dresser. "My master is so much more of a man than you," Megan said, staring into the camera. "Did you enjoy the pictures? Were you too busy watching a real man pleasure me that you didn't realize we were fucking in your bed?" She laughed as she began to stroke the still hard, cum-covered monster cock. "Please master, show my dickless ex what a beast you are." Megan laid it on thick. "Cover his room big boy, make him choke on your essence in all night." With a grunt, Aaron released the first explosion and shot a huge bolt of fluid at the wall behind the bed with such force that the splash back sprayed both of them. Megan let out a short squeal in time for the second blast to do the same. The camera panned upwards as Megan expertly manhandled the giant cock shooting jet after jet of thick creamy fluid around room. After drenching the bed, Aaron turned and shot Ryan's lamp off the top of his chest of drawers, like a shooting range at a fun fair. Megan picked up his pillow and aimed load after load directly into it, until it began to drip through the fabric. Then she pointed Aaron at the mirror on his wardrobe, hosing it down. When he finally finished, Megan lifted up the heavy, limp schlong and wiped the dripping tip in long, slow strokes across the curtains in a final act of humiliation for Ryan. The walls, the floor, the furniture - the whole room was dripping with hot, thick, white cum. “I'm glad you cheated on me,” Megan said, addressing him once more as she panned the camera back down to her face, “I can't believe I thought you were ever enough for me. Good luck trying to clean all this up! Have a nice life you fucking cheater!” The video ended.

Thought id write a quick story to get myself back into this before I continue "in league with satan" , but it turned into a to parter, so one more part of this to come As always very happy to hear criticisms and advice The Strongman By Shinji86 I don't usually go to events by myself, especially not porn expos, but there I was. When your two favourite pornstars are going to be there, and their porn is the closest thing you’ve come to a relationship in three years, you do funny things. Walking through the expo hall, stalls that had dragon-shaped dildos, shibiri classes and phallic-shaped cakes, I laugh to myself on how desperate I am to be here. I, looking to have two seconds and a picture with Jessie Lee and Angela White like it's gonna fulfil me or something. I waited an hour and a half, and my fleeting time with them ended in a heartbeat. I got the pictures on my phone to celebrate the occasion, but after looking at them I was starting to realise how lonely and in a mess I am. As I walk through the hall towards to exit I am in a complete stupor, seeing all these bbl, fake-tittied baddies and jacked men in these baths selling photos and signature dildos and pocket pussies I just want to crawl back into my bed, log onto PornHub and be in my safety bubble. My attention quickly gets hit by a sign in front of one the side rooms, which reads “XXX SIDESHOW- all the carny classics, with a spicy edge!!!”. This is the first thing that has tweaked my interest since seeing the fourth stall claiming to “keep you hard all night”. As I walk into the dimly lit room I can hear cheers and the verse of Cherry Pie by Warrant, a lil cliche but let's keep an open mind. As I make my way around the raised seating I am confronted but a busty Thai trans girl firing ping pong balls at targets at alarming speed. I stand semi shock, partly by the bright lights on the stage in contrast to the darkness of the rest of the room, and partly by the accuracy of each shot into targets metres away. “Excuse me sir” I hear taking me out of my stupor. “Oh sorry, what was that” I say not taking my eyes off the spectacle “I was saying that if you are going to stay for the show could you please take a seat in the stand please, you are in people's way” a twenty-something usher says to me in an annoyed tone “Oh ok, so sorry,” I say, quickly walking up the stairs to where I find a seat. As the final chorus rings out the ladyboy shoots a projectile the size of a wine bottle about five metres through a flaming hoop, popping the crowd, and receiving lots of applause. As she stands up, a tattooed-up blonde bimbo in a bikini, thigh-high boots and a top hat appears. “Please give it up to Cherry, the human cannon” the babe announces as Cherry takes her bow to a chorus of applause and cheers. “ And now for the final member of our squad, we have our strongman. Hailing from the eastern block, this man is one of the most powerful humans on the planet. Please welcome the Belarusian powerhouse, Alexi” she yells out, outlandish tits bouncing as she hypes the crowd up. A massive cloaked figure walks out to the soundtrack of Straus’ “Also Sprach Zarathustra”. He stops upon reaching the centre of the stage, and the stage lights dim to just a spotlight. As the song reaches the big crescendo he throws the robe off, revealing one of the most insanely developed bodies I've ever seen hitting one of the most impressive double bi poses in history. Alexi wears only army boots, leather wrist shackles and the most impossibly stretched-out black posing strap I have ever seen. It looks like he is smuggling the world's biggest cucumber down there. The crowd is in stunned silence at the pure size of this Belarusian god as he hits the most herculean front lad spread known to man. The continental plates you could call pecs striating slightly, abs vacuumed in, traps pushing his ears. The unreal-sized delts nearing the size of a normal mortal's head. His fingers latched and pulled up the tortured material around his manhood, which was being pushed forward by the freak show that is his quads. “Alexi stands at six foot four and weighs 210kg at around 10% body fat. His arms stretch the tape at a monstrous 28 inches, his chest a godly 65 inches, and quads that are an insane 44 inches, 4 inches bigger than his waist, but this is far from his most extreme body part” the slutty ring leader announces, “please Alexi show the people what they are here for” Alexi flexes the front lat spread, but this time his abs flex harder, and his posers start to stretch and distort more, then after a few seconds the fabric finally gives out, and the most developed cock you have ever seen in your life is out in all its glory, the crowd erupts. “Alexi has the world's biggest natural cock in the world and has used a secret Eastern European training method to get it there. As such has gained not only many inches in length and girth but also insane muscle control and strength in it and surrounding muscles” the busty ringmaster says, while devouring it with her eyes “13.5 inches in length, 8.5 inches in girth while soft, and this is just the beginning, this man is a grower” Nearly as soon as she finished the sentence Alexi starts flexing, striations showing all over his groin, bouncing the cock, pushing blood into the love muscle. Hands free his cock swells and rises, like the amazing monolith it is. Once it passed 90 degrees, the level of development becomes apparent, the separation between the different parts of the cock is incredible, together looking like a contest lean bodybuilder quad. As it rose inch by inch, the veins blowing up bigger, an intricate web of finger-thick vines wrapping the god cock. As the fist-sized head reaches in between his pecs, he flexes harder, getting the meat to meet his body with a satisfying thwack. Alexi lets out a deep guttural moan as a bead of pre cum leaks from the piss slit and rolls down the pillar, the crowd collectively gasp and moan at the same time, witnessing a true freak show. My cock is so fucking hard, as hard as I was meeting Jessie Lee an hour before. “Ohhh….oh…. I mean, give it up for Alexi everyone, 24 inches long and 17 inches in circumference. He brings a new meaning to being a grower” the bimbo moaned nearly drooling at the magnificent monolith. She wasn’t the only one mystified, as the crowd noticed what she had said, coming out of a trance and bursting into rawkus cheers, screams and whistles. It was about this time that I noticed I was hard as fuck, which has never happened to me before looking at a man, but this was a god, radiating pure sex and power. Now it was time for the real show to start. As the crowd quieted down the ringmaster got back on the mic. “Alexi is one of the strongest humans on earth, but this is a sex expo and a xxx show. No one is here to see or hear about deadlifts or squats. Let's get started” she exclaimed, seeming almost giddy. She approached Alexi, devouring him like a snack with her eyes. “Now you are about to witness the most unique strength display you’ll ever see. Alexi’s cock is stronger than 90% of men in this crowd, but before he can show it he needs a warm-up” she says, as she passes her mic to an assistant. What happened next was something I've only seen in drawings on Rule 34. Alexi, completely hands-free lowered his fuck stick til it was 90 degrees again, yet still completely engorged still. The ringmaster approached him, the assistant brought a small step ladder which she climbed up. Putting her hand on Alexi’s shoulder, she threw her leg over his cock like she was getting onto a motorbike. She sat on his fuck muscle with a small moan, eyes slightly rolling for a second. The cock did not waiver at all, taking the weight like she was nothing. My cock was now the hardest I've ever felt it. The Belarusian beast whispered something into her ear, and her nod prompted him to start lifting his monster up and down. My mouth went dry watching what was up to that point the most obscene and sexual thing I'd ever seen. The ring slut was enjoying the ride, which started in a smooth slow up and down, but as he started to raise the speed you could visibly see the cock getting a pump. The head flared more, veins pumping bigger, one of which went directly under the bimbo's pussy. She was moaning louder and louder as the speed picked up, all while Alexi showed no signs of exertion, bar a sly smile and a little glob of pre-starting to roll out the tip. The sounds of moans were loader and loader until the crescendo, where she started screaming “FUUUUCCCCK, FUUUUCCCKKKK, YOU BIG COCK MOTHER FUUUUUU I’M CUUUMMMMOINNNNGGG” and as she went limp for a second, having to grab on the head of his cock to stop her falling off. I now noticed that she wasn’t the only one moaning, the whole crowd where caught up in the sexist show of power they had ever witnessed. As the ringmaster started getting her wits about her, Alexi grabbed her around the waist, his hands nearly meeting and lifted her off the herculean rod, placed her on the ground, and gave her a deep kiss. “Oh my, uhhhh. Give it up for that ladies and gents” she said breathlessly. “As I said though, that was just a warm-up, you are in for the real show now” Other built men started bringing out a trolled that was loaded with plates, my mind an absolute wash, not quite digesting what I was witnessing. It was about this time that I had noticed I had cum in my pants, but I was still steel hard, anticipating what was to come.

Chapter 4 Life on the farm had been far from normal for the last two months. Keith and Bruce were rarely seen, spending most of their time in the large barn that was now solely used as a gym. A new barn was being built to house the butcher shop. There were also a number of new people working the farm, hired to allow Keith and Bruce time to focus on only one thing, their growth. Will was the farm’s foreman, the first person hired. He was busy making sure work on the new barn was progressing while all the other work on the farm was taken care of. He liked the farm life and handled the work well. That certainly wasn’t the case on his first day. Having spent most of his life on a farm and at 54 years old, he wasn’t easily shocked. Stepping out of his truck, he immediately heard unfamiliar sounds. He knew they weren’t the typical sounds of bulls or any farm animal for that matter. He approached the large barn, the source of the noise. As he reached the door, Keith stepped out of the house. “I’d avoid going in there if I were you?” Will turned to see the thick, handsome owner walking towards him. He extended his hand and felt Keith’s incredibility strong grip, causing him to wince. “What’s going on in there?” Will asked. “In time. Good to see you Will. What do you think of the place?” Keith said, motioning towards the large open fields that sprawled in every direction. They had met in town a few weeks previously so Will had not seen the farm until now. “It’s beautiful Keith, a really great spot.” Will said, his attention still preoccupied by the increasingly loud noises coming from the barn. “Let’s take a drive around so you can see everything. I also want to share the plans for the new butcher barn.” “Isn’t this the barn?” Will asked, looking at the large structure that appeared to be in perfect condition. “Not anymore. We need something new built.” Will just shook his head and followed Keith to his truck. Will couldn’t help notice that Keith looked different than he had when they met two weeks ago. “Was he bigger?” Will thought as he climbed into Keith’s truck. An hour later, the two men arrived back at the main house. Will was impressed by the farm and excited about the increased meat production Keith spoke about during the tour. “So Keith, what will be my exact role?” “Everything Will. You’ll run the whole farm and supervise the new barn construction.” “But, what will you be doing?” Will said, not wanting to sound ungrateful for the opportunity. His concentration was once again broken by the sounds coming from the huge barn. “I’m sorry Keith but I need to know what’s going on in there. If you’re up to something shady shit, tell me now.” Keith chuckled. “Don’t worry Will, it’s nothing like that. In fact, it’s the answer to your question. Come on, I’ll show you what I’ll be doing while you run the place.” Keith said as he started to slide open the huge barn door. The inside of the barn was dark and it took Will’s eyes a minute to adjust. The strange sounds he heard outside became much louder once inside. They sounded like heavy equipment mixed with animals being tortured. His heart started to beat faster. There was a massive crash near the back of the wide open barn, shaking the whole building. From the shadows an impossibly massive figure slowly approached. “WHAT THE FUCK!” Will yelled and pivoted towards the door but was held in place by Keith. “Will, this is Bruce.” Bruce stepped into the light. He was only wearing a pair of shorts that just covered his ample crotch. He was breathing hard and rivers of sweat ran down his fully pumped body. Keith gripped Will’s arm harder when he felt the man’s legs start to give, keeping him from collapsing to the floor. Will’s eyes became so wide, it looked like his eyes might pop out of his head. He emitted a sound similar to air leaving a tire. Keith felt his whole body tremble. Bruce stopped moving a stood perfectly still, staring at Will’s terrified face. He didn’t have to flex to showoff his inhumanly large physique. He now weighed over 520lbs and it didn’t take a knowledgable muscle fanatic to realize people should not look like him. “W-W-W-HAT THE FUCK!” Will screamed again, failing to break free of Keith’s grasp. “As you can see Will, Bruce is without a doubt, the largest, most muscular and powerful creature to ever walk this earth. you may have noticed, I’ve been getting bigger myself. Bruce and I are on our own mission now, to become even bigger and much more freaky.” Will was blubbering like a toddler and nothing he said made sense. Keith let go of him and approached Bruce. The difference in their size was comical. While Keith was a few inches taller, Bruce completely eclipsed Keith’s formidable body. “I know this isn’t what you expected.” Keith said as Bruce began to raise his arms. “But as you can see, Bruce is developing the most outrageously huge body the world has ever seen.” Bruce’s arm were parallel with the floor and even fully extended, they appeared thicker than Keith’s entire body. Slowly, Bruce curled his fists and started to bend his arms. “I was exactly were your were when I first met Bruce. I never imagined someone like this could exist.” Bruce’s arms bent as far as they could before the thick slabs of his biceps collided with the equally thick slabs of his forearms, both covered in a staggering amount of garden-hose sized veins. His triceps hung like sides of beef from each arm, pressing against his dense, vascular lat muscles. “Just look at how massive Bruce is. These arms are almost 42”. Have you ever seen something so freaky, so incredible? I realized that I wanted the same thing Will. I wanted to become as jacked and freaky as Bruce.” Bruce held his arms in position and finally started to flex. His already blood-engorged, pumped arms started to morph into something more extreme and terrifying. Striations appeared across every inch of Bruce’s nearly translucent flesh, while countless more veins erupted in every direction. The mind-boggling size of Bruce’s arms inflated to what appeared to be twice their original size. “This is why you are here Will. We can’t be distracted from what we want to achieve. This barn is our home, our torture chamber and our laboratory. Can you handle this job knowing that?” Will had yet to move. His eyes hadn’t even blinked. He emitted a faint whimper as his head fell backwards and he collapsed on the floor. Will remembers waking up on the sofa in the main house. He looked up to see Keith’s face and terror gripped him again. What had he just witnessed? What had he been brought into? Will went home that night not knowing if he would return to the farm. He had never seen anything like Bruce. He tossed and turned all night but the next morning, he was inexplicably drawn back to the farm where over the following two months, he found his groove while Bruce and Keith remained a constant intriguing and quite frankly, intoxicating presence. As usual, Will was the first to arrive at the farm. He did a quick walk through of the new butcher barn, eager to get it finished so beef production could begin again. The door of the main house swung open as he walked out of the new barn. Keith stood on the porch with a cup of coffee in his hand. Will had to stop and stare. In the past two months, Keith’s transformation was nothing short of miraculous. His once thick, athletic 260lb body had ballooned into what looked like an off-season professional bodybuilder. “Morning Will, how are things looking?” “Good Keith. I’m determined to get the barn finished in the next two days.” Will said, unable to look away. Keith stepped off the porch, he was wearing a stringer tank that barely covered his upper body and very short shorts that exposed his huge quads. As he moved, every quad muscle flexed and twitched. Keith was saying something but Will wasn’t paying attention. “I’m sorry Keith, I didn’t catch that.” “You looked distracted.” Keith said with a chuckle as his free hand rubbed his meaty left quad. “I’m sorry. I know I see you from time to time but I can’t get over how much bigger you’ve gotten in just two months.” “It’s been pretty wild lately. I’m gaining weight like crazy. I’m hoping to crack 300lbs this week.” “Holy shit!” Will said just as the contractors building the barn pulled up the driveway. The four carpenters climbed out, each looking at Keith’s body with obvious envy. “Morning guys. Will was telling me the barn is almost finished.” “Y-y-yeah, well hopefully.” “Is there a problem?” Keith asked. “We have the final support beam to secure but I just got a call that the lift I rented isn’t available for another week.” “Well that won’t do. We need to get back into production soon.” Will said sounding frustrated. Keith walked into the barn as the others followed. He looked up at the high ceiling. There was scaffolding in place and laying across it was a 30 foot wooden beam that needed to be attached to the roof. “Is that the beam you need to attach?” “Yes. Once it’s in place, we can clean up, do some finishing touches and move the rest of the machines in.” Keith put is cup of coffee down and started to climb the metal scaffolding. It rattled loudly as he scaled the side. Once at the top, he inspected the heavy wooden beam, running his hand over the rough surface. “What’s it weigh?” The carpenters looked at each other with confusion while a small smile crept across Will’s face. “That’s over 700lbs,” someone said. “Doable. Get up here guys, we’ll get this in place in no time.” Keith said with confidence. Will started to climb the scaffolding but the carpenters froze. “We can’t left that without equipment.” “You don’t need equipment, you have me.” Keith said as the other men to slowly started climbing. The men stared with confused looks on their faces. Keith sauntered to one end of the beam and bent over. He gripped either side, causing his arms to inflate. With no visible effort, he started to lift the beam off the scaffolding platform. “Holy shit!” Someone muttered. With the beam raised a few inches, Keith slid his arms underneath for a better grip. He lowered himself more and positioned his thick, round shoulder under the beam and in doing so, caused his lats to flare. With a small grunt, Keith stood up. His beefy quads exploded with mass, striations and veins. His already short shorts road higher, exposing more of his ripped flesh. Reaching his full height, it was obvious how much strain Keith’s body was under, his muscle ballooned larger, even though he did not seem to be having any trouble maneuvering the heavy beam. To everyone’s amazement, Keith then started to walk towards the centre of the beam. “Get ready at either end.” Keith commanded as he approached the centre of the beam. The men collectively gasped as the opposite end of the beam rose off the platform now completely balanced on just Keith’s huge shoulder. His body shook as he worked to maintain his balance. “FUCK! Look at the size of him.” Someone said as someone else said, “How is this possible?” “Get READY!” Keith yelled and with every eye staring in utter disbelief, he gripped the beam and changed position. With a loud growl, Keith started to shoulder press the 700lb wooden beam. The sight was absolutely incredible. Every muscle on Keith’s body swelled to its maximum size as he manhandled the impossibly huge piece of wood. With one primal scream, he extended his arms over his head and drove the beam flush with the ceiling. “Hurry up and secure it!” Will screamed at the men while he stared in awe at Keith’s ever-swelling body. The carpenters sprung into action and attached the thick metal brackets to either end of the beam as quickly as possible. When they finished, Keith lowered his arms. “KEITH!” Will yelled at the sight of his body. Keith had morphed into a pulsing mass of pumped muscle. Keith looked down at the thick veins that snaked up his bloated forearms. “Oh yeah! That got me REALLY pumped,” he said as he flexed and straightened his arms, causing his biceps to swell and contract. His self-admiration was interrupted by a moan from one of the contractors. He looked up and caught the eye of a young kid that was clearly inthralled. Keith took a step closer and raised his arms into a double bicep pose. “Am I pumped up enough?” He asked the kid who couldn’t respond. With one swift move, Keith whipped his flimsy tank top off and started to perform textbook perfect poses that would dominate the most elite bodybuilding show. The more he posed, the louder his grunts and moans became. “FUCK YEAH! Look at how huge I am!” He yelled between poses, noticing the men approach, many gripping the bulges in their pants. “That’s right men, check out all this pumped up muscle!” The kid placed one hand on Keith’s bloated pec and shuttered in response, his other hand unbuttoned his pants and pulled out his throbbing cock. Another man rubbed Keith’s thick traps from behind, his grip was strong but Keith barely registered his effort. Will lowered himself and wrapped his hands around Keith’s quads which he happily flexed. “YES. GET OFF ON ALL THIS GROWING MUSCLE!” Keith yelled as he held each flex longer, forcing his muscles to swell larger with more veins erupting on the surface of his skin. Someone pulled down Keith’s shorts and took his entire cock in their mouth. “OH FUCK!” Keith screamed and transitioned into a most muscular pose. He flexed every muscle harder than he ever had. His entire body visibly swelled into a scary mass of twisted muscle. “I better feel ALL of you cum as I shoot my load.” Keith roared as the men started to orgasm all around him. Keith let out one final bellow as the man sucking him off gaged on his huge load. He released the pose and the men continued to feel his muscles, rubbing their cum into his skin. Keith had never felt so powerful. He locked eyes with Will and couldn’t resist pulling him close and driving his tongue down the older man’s throat. As Keith descended from the scaffolding, leaving the men staring down from above, he stopped and looked up. “I expect this place ready by the end of the day. Thanks for the warmup but I need to get a real workout in.” He said as he walked out the door towards the neighbouring barn. Keith practically burst through the barn door eager to push his body to the limit. Bruce stopped curling the 150lb dumbbells and stared at Keith’s shirtless body. “Damn Keith, you look huge!” Keith relayed the story of hoisting the 700lb beam into place followed by the intense muscle worship by Will and the contractors, Bruce couldn’t help getting hard. He loved how hardcore Keith had become and he was more and more turned on as Keith continued to get bigger. “I’m sorry I missed all the fun.” Bruce said as his hands caressed Keiths pumped pecs. “That wasn’t the real fun.” Keith said as he walked deeper into the barn, planning his workout. “THIS is the where the real fun is about to happen.” The barn was a hardcore lifter’s dream. The amount of equipment had doubled in the past two months, combined with many augmentations, each piece was designed to test even the most gifted powerlifter. Keith paced around for a minute before settling on the reinforced chin-up bar. He leapt into the air, gripped the metal bar and started to pound out incredibly fast reps using just his body weight. After 30 reps, his sweat-covered back was beginning to look like an exaggerated anatomy chart. He lowered himself but didn’t release the bar. “Strap three plates onto me?” He asked Bruce, who had stopped his own workout to watch Keith. Bruce bundled three 45lb plates together with a heavy chain and effortlessly attached them to a thick leather belt that he wrapped around Keith’s tight waist. With a grunt of thanks, Keith started to perform more very quick reps, his back displaying even more intricate striations. After 20 reps, Keith finally dropped from the bar. His lats ballooned from either side so wide, he couldn’t clap his hands if he wanted to. “FUCK. It’s too light.” Keith said as he undid the belt. He walked to the nearby bench and hoisted the bar loaded with two 45lb plates on either side off the rack and motioned to Bruce to take it. “Place this near my knees once I’m back up there.” Keith once again jumped up and grabbed the bar. He crossed his ankles and bent his knees, giving Bruce a place to lay the 225lb bar. With the bar in place, not only was Keith’s back working to lift the heavier weight, his hamstrings and calves flexed to hold the bar in place. With a loud grunt he slowly pulled himself up until his chin touched the bar. He lowered himself and hung with his arms extended for a few seconds before starting to move up again. He screamed from the intensity of the lift and slowly inched his way to the top of the rep. “You got this Keith, your back looks MASSIVE!” Bruce shouted. Keith hit the top of the rep and paused at the top, his whole body shaking from the effort. “NOT MASSIVE ENOUGH!” He screamed and dropped again but started another rep immediately. Bruce watched in disbelief as Keith willed himself to increase his speed. He managed four more reps before straightening his legs, letting the barbell fall to the floor but he refused to let go of the bar. Screaming from the pain, Keith made it through four more reps before his grip faltered and he fell from the bar. Bruce stepped in to prevent Keith from falling to the floor but stopped when he saw Keith maintain his balance. Keith straightened and turned to face Bruce. His eyes looked manic and he looked past Bruce to his reflection in a nearby mirror. The sight was mind boggling. Keith looked wider than he ever thought he could be. His lats pushed his arms so high they were parallel to the floor, with thick, pulsing veins creeping to the surface of his pale skin. As if the sight wasn’t extreme enough, Keith gritted his teeth, ignoring the pain and flexed his back, growing even wider. “FUCK KEITH! Look at you!” Bruce said, rubbing his hardening cock. “I KNOW! LOOK AT THESE FUCKING LATS. AAAARRRGGGHHHH!” He screamed as he tried to hold the pose as long as he could. “I need to reach 300lbs this week.” Keith said as he finally relaxed the pose, his whole body swollen with pump. “FUCK YEAH! You are really becoming a freak Keith.” Bruce said. “I’m a tiny minion compared to you.” Keith said, turning his attention from his own body. “535lbs this morning and GROWING!” Bruce said with a playful bounce of his massive pecs that Keith swore he could hear flex. “In fact, you’ve inspired me to pump my lats too.” He said and approached the chin-up bar. With barely a hop, his incredibly massive quads propelled him high enough to grip the thick metal bar. Seeing his enormous body dangling was the reason Keith insisted on using reinforced steal, regular metal would not support Bruce’s size. Bruce started to perform very slow reps. His considerable body weight offered plenty of resistance. Keith wondered how he could even maintain his grip pulling so much weight up and down. Instantly, Bruce’s back inflated into a mountain-scape of twisted muscle. His traps swelled and started to incase his head as he grew wider with each rep. Bruce never counted reps, he just kept lifting until he reached failure, which could take a lot of time for most exercises. Keith didn’t care, watching Bruce get pumped to his maximum was intoxicating. As rivets of sweat started to stream down Bruce’s back, he showed no signs of stopping. At the top of each rep, he would stop and squeeze his entire back, causing waves of pulsing muscle to erupt in every direction. Eventually Bruce stopped at the bottom of a rep. Even with his arms extended, they pressed against his face. “Climb on. I need 300lbs of residence.” Keith didn’t need further encouragement. He pulled a bench over and stood on it so his eyes were lined up with Bruce’s glutes. Before grabbing the thick slabs of muscle, he started to pull down Bruce’s shorts. “What are you doing?” Bruce asked. “Just hang on.” Keith joked. “I have an idea that will really get you pumped.” He said as he discarded the shorts and started to rub Bruce’s striated glutes. His nonexistent body fat made them look like they were perpetually flexed. Keith strummed the different muscle fibres like he was playing a banjo, marvelling at how massive and dense the muscles were. Bruce moaned with pleasure and because of his position, couldn’t see that Keith had also shed his shorts. Keith reach up and placed his hands on Bruce’s blood-engorged traps and pulled himself up, his pecs and abs running along Bruce’s rock-hard back muscles. As his fully erect cock grazed Bruce’s ass, the huge man let out a moan. “I’m going to fuck you as you rep us both.” Keith whispered. Bruce just let out a growl and started to pull them both up. Keith’s added weight was offering the resistance Bruce needed but he managed the rep without a problem. As he lowered them down, he felt Keith’s cock enter his ass. “OH FUCK YEAH!” Bruce said as he started to rise again. “Come on big man. GET BIGGER!” Keith yelled as he started to pump his hard dick into Bruce’s tight muscled ass. Bruce let out a bellow and continued to power out rep after rep as Keith continued to drive his cock deep into Bruce’s ass. Keith could feel every muscle of Bruce’s back swell which only made him trust harder. After 20 reps, Keith felt he was getting close to cumming. “Look in the mirror. Look at the freak you are.” He said. Bruce looked across the room and caught his reflection in the mirror. He was so huge, so pumped, Keith wasn’t even visible from behind. His lats were so wide they looked to be double is height. Veins ran from his dripping cock up his etched abs and across his thick pecs before branching off and running over his shoulders and up his arms and forearms. Bruce was mesmerized by the sight and the feeling of Keith’s dick in his ass. With one final rep, he raised them both up and flexed harder than he ever had. The image in the mirror contorted into a thick column of flexed muscle. Bruce could not hold himself back and his cock started to spray cum like a garden hose. He felt Keith’s body shudder as a stream of hot cum filled his ass. Both men roared like wild animals until they had both expelled their full load. Bruce lowered himself, allowing Keith to slide off his back before letting himself drop to the floor. The two huge men just stared at each other’s pumped bodies. “What’s next?” Keith asked Bruce, knowing this was just the beginning of a workout that would go on for hours.

This is the last part - it was originally part of chapter 3 but I spun it off, hence the short previous chapter. I might revisit this world later, but for now this seems like a good end. Part 4: The final revenge Later that week. It had taken two full days to clean Ryan's apartment. Most of that involved throwing out the cum-stained bedding, clothes, and curtains. He had to endure some dirty looks from his neighbors as he threw out his soaked mattress, the strong scent of jizz and musk filling the hallway as he dragged it to the dumpster. Even with a brand new bed and deep-cleaned room, Ryan swore he could still smell Aaron's scent in the walls. The only bright spot in the whole situation was Yvonne, who comforted her boyfriend but was confused at how his ex managed to find so much horse jizz on short notice. After all, who would believe that one man could wreck a room with jizz? Still, she let Ryan stay in her dorm room while he cleaned up his place. On Friday afternoon, Ryan was finishing his last class and flipping through his phone. He hadn't heard from Yvonne all day. That was strange, usually at this point in the day they were making plans for dinner, followed by some sweet Netflix and chill time. Right as he was about to text her, a text popped up from a number he didn't know. "Hey cheater," it said. A photo popped up. It was a picture of Lisa holding the phone while taking a picture of something behind her. She was smiling, and she had white stuff on her face. Ryan realized quickly that it was cum. Her face and chest was covered in the stuff. And she was naked. Ryan thought this picture had been mistakenly sent to him, until he looked in the background. He saw two girls, on their knees, kneeling in front of a man. They were all pointing their breasts at the man. The guy was naked, and his rock hard dick was pointing at the girls. Pointing and shooting its gooey white cream at them. Ryan realized the girls looked familiar. He looked at their faces and almost collapsed when he realized that in the center of the picture, next to Megan, was Yvonne. "Guess who I found," said the caption. There were a series of pictures. First was a POV shot of Yvonne's pretty face distended into a lewd blowjob shape, Aaron's cock halfway down her throat, mascara running, sperm dripping from her nostrils and the corners of her mouth. "Think she'll want to go back to you once he's done?" the caption read. Next a picture of Yvonne squatting between his legs, his massive ballsack laying on her face like fleshy mask, obscuring her features while she tried to lick the underside of his dick. “He always has so much cum in his fat fucking balls!” was the caption on this shot. It was accompanied with a picture of her face totally covered in a mask of cum. The next picture featured Aaron and Yvonne as she sat on his cock in reverse cowgirl position, her face a blank, tongue-lolling expression of brainless pleasure. Her eyes, long-lashed and half-lidded to show only a sliver of dazzling blue, were vacant. Aaron's face was obscured by her body, but the place where his enormous girth entered her was plain as day - a taut, pink crescent stretched to the limit by a turgid penis that seemed rigid as an iron bar and thick as her arm. Below their connection, Aaron's massive balls lay on the bedspread between his thighs in a frank display of his size and virility. "She could almost take the whole thing," Megan captioned it. For after all, there were still 3-4 inches of dick protruding below Yvonne's overtaxed pussy. A picture of Aaron holding Yvonne's relatively smaller body in full-nelson position, his muscled arms tucked under her knees, keeping her legs splayed as her pussy was ravaged by his towering erection. He had just pulled out after finishing, and a massive creampie was in mid-air, sloughing out of her wet, fucked-out cunt in a milky wave. “Fuck, look at him destroy that stupid slut’s ass!” the text underneath said. Next came a short video. Lisa's legs framed the screen, one hand vigorously fisting her soaking cunt as her other hand tried to keep the phone steady. In front of her, Yvonne was splayed on ground with her legs in the air and her head and shoulders on the floor. Between her legs, Aaron's monster cock stretched her wide, the thick member forming an obvious bulge in her belly as he pressed forward into her. "Fuck me until I forget about my dickless bitch boyfriend, Fuck me like my sissy boyfriend never could, make me your slave!" Yvonne groaned. Aaron drove his cock downwards, inch after thick inch disappearing into her once again. When his cock was almost fully sheathed inside her, he began to lift his hips up and down, churning her insides with a meaty, lewd sound. “Unnngh! Unnngh! Unnnnnnnnngh!” she moaned, and there was a punctuating slap of his balls flopping against her ass with each downstroke. As the muscle god began to pick up speed, the bulge in Yvonne's belly also receded and returned in time with the thrusts. "Yes, Oh god yes I'm your slave, I'm your little fuck toy, I'm a slut for your giant cock, use me, abuse me, destroy me." Yvonne screamed. Her tongue was rolling out of her mouth a bit as her glassy eyes struggled to focus on the camera. The camera shook violently as Lisa came from the excitement of watching her master claim another whore, her juices spraying across the floor and hitting Yvonne in the face. Then Ryan heard Megan's voice chime in behind the camera, "Fuck that slut! Wreck her, master! You like that dick, bitch? His cock is so fucking huge, your womb is totally fucked! My man's gonna fuck you so hard you won't be able to walk for a week!" Yvonne couldn't respond; she began to shudder uncontrollably and her hips bucked powerfully upward; Aaron grabbed her hips and hilted himself deep inside. Her exclamations ceased to be words and became cries, screams, and animalistic grunts. Her toes curled and a foam of her own squirt sizzled up around the giant shaft and balls and sprayed everywhere. Lisa and Megan cheered as they watched Yvonne convulse in pleasure. Finally, Aaron grunted and he began to have a climax of his own. Yvonne's belly seemed to twitch as the sheer amount of thick, impregnating semen blasted directly into her womb. The cum quickly overflowed and splattered her pussy and both of their inner thighs, splattering her breasts and face. When he was finally done, he finally withdrew his cock and a creampie immediately burst out of her pussy, powerful enough to arch over her face and land past her head, splashing onto the phone before training back and painting a line of white from her forehead to the valley between her amazing tits. There was a giggle as a finger wiped off the hazy white coating from the camera before the video cut off. There were even more pictures. A closeup of Yvonne's mouth, overflowing with cum, a stream of white pouring into it from Megan's gaping asshole. Another photo of her with a wide, open mouthed smile, showing her pearly whites licked clean. Megan and Yvonne making out with Aaron's massive cock, both of them flipping the camera off as they did. The final picture of Yvonne showed her laying on the rumpled bedcovers, naked, covered in sperm, eyes vacant, staring at the ceiling. Her legs were spread to reveal a huge creampie flowing from her pussy and asshole, both gaping and disgorging huge outpourings of thick sperm. Her long, languid body was shiny with semen, her face locked in a blissed-out smile. Megan and Lisa laid next to her, proudly displaying their pussies and asses to the camera. Each of their holes were leaking cum. And in the corner of the frame, perhaps left visible by accident - the hint of an enormous penis, still erect, still ready for more. It looked like they'd been the recipients of a mind-breaking gangbang and bukkake session… but it was all the work of one man. Aaron had cum in the pussy, in the ass, and on the face of all three of them. "Any girlfriend you ever have will chose my master over you. I'll hunt down any girl you try to date and let my man fuck her brains out. Your girlfriend is gonna dream of nothing but getting destroyed by giant monster cocks 24/7 now. She'll be begging master to turn her into his own personal cum bucket and give her endless orgasms all day everyday. No girl will ever feel you inside her again. No matter how hard you fuck her, she'll never be satisfied with your little prick. Peace out, loser!" Ryan threw his phone in the trash and cried.

Notes: Exam week just ended, which means I can finally continue working on the next chapter of "The Beast’s Curse". In the meantime, here's an old story that I wrote a year ago. Enjoy! The Jockstrap: Old man Muscle Growth “That’s one hot mouth you got there, gramps. Consider this as a small tip for returning my watch back there.”, The man said just as he was slipping his cock out of the old man’s mouth with a pop. The old janitor stayed kneeling, basking in his afterglow. Tasting and swallowing the leftover cum in his mouth. After the man tucked his dick inside his slacks, he left the changing room. Albert Davis is a 59-year-old janitor of a gym inside of a popular gay cruising spot. The place is always booming with customers for its good reputation. Among the other cruising spots in the city, this establishment is wildly exclusive to hot and attractive men. Customers from different social backgrounds tend to cruise here for a hot session with another hot stud. Social classes do not matter either as long as you have a fairly hot bod and some cash. As Albert scrubbed and cleaned away the dirt, sweat, and cum stains left behind by the countless bodies that traversed through the massive space, he couldn't help but feel a deep sense of longing for something more. In a place filled with diverse types of beautiful men, Albert often found himself admiring the guys whose bodies were more toned and rippling with muscles. His own body, functional at his age, lacked the sheer beauty and power that seemed to radiate from those he admired the most. And yet, despite these feelings of inadequacy, he continued to work in the gymnasium, day after day, his job of cleaning the fairly spacious gym was the only source of temporal happiness in his life. Sometimes, with a slight stroke of good luck, a generous customer would offer their muscular bodies for Albert to worship. On luckier occasions, they would offer Albert a taste of their cocks. Because of these small and short moments of lust in his job, performing his duties just to bask in the glorious bodies he could no longer achieve, was worthwhile. One day, as Albert was diligently mopping the floor, when he came across an abandoned jockstrap lying on one of the benches. “Jesus, whoever forgot their underwear must still be in cloud9…” He couldn't resist picking it up and examining it closer. The fabric was soft and had a distinct smell. Albert immediately recognized the jockstrap from its brand and sheer size. “My goodness, this must be The Mountain's!”, Albert exclaimed. The only person who wore this was none other than the biggest bodybuilder in the cruising spot. The man himself is a regular customer who only comes by at the last open hour. Albert gave the stud the nickname, “The Mountain”, purely based on his first encounter with him. It was 2 years ago when his old self accidentally tripped from one of the unracked equipment, when the giant of a man caught his fall. Even when Albert was standing up to his 5’11 height, the giant towered over him with his 6’10 muscular, hairy body. Since that first encounter, he wanted to at least feel and explore the man’s musculature. “Just the size of his thing is just… incredible.” Intrigued, he decided to put it on. “It wouldn’t hurt to see what I look like in them.” He wanted to be just a bit closer to The Mountain. Even if he can never reach him, he can at least be close to him in some way. Albert disrobed himself from his usual janitorial uniform, leaving him naked. As Albert slid the jockstrap up his legs, feeling the smooth material against his skin, he couldn't help but feel a sudden surge of confidence. “The fabric feels so good against my skin, it must be hella expensive.” He caught his reflection in the mirror and began imitating bodybuilding poses, imagining himself as a senior bodybuilder. He tried to mimic the posing routine of The Mountain from the times Albert caught him posing in the gym mirror. “Yeah… Big strong bodybuilder, massive muscles…” After a while Albert felt a growing pulsing sensation all over his body. “Ah fuck, what’s with this strange sensation?” Looking down at his body, Albert couldn't believe what he was witnessing, right in front of his very own eyes, his body began to change. Before the old janitor could even react, the first changes took place. “ARRRRGH! My face feels so hot it hurts!” His face was the first to undergo a transformation. Although his facial features remained largely the same, they were now accentuated by a sprinkling of white stubble along his jawline and a well-groomed mustache appeared, which lent him a more rugged, masculine air. The remaining strands of hair that once clung to his scalp fell away, revealing a more robust visage adorned with prominent veins running across his forehead. “Bigger… I’m growing bigger!” As the seconds ticked by, muscle after muscle emerged on his previously frail frame, enveloping his limbs and torso like a senior version of the Hulk. His arms grew stronger, his shoulders broadened, his chest expanded, and his back became increasingly defined. “HAHAHA! My arms are so fucking huge!”, Albert flexed his arms as his biceps bulged with prominent veins. Albert's quads, calves, and ass grew bigger along with his torso and arms. The pair of legs that once belonged to a skinny and frail janitor gained large amounts of mass and power as they throbbed. White hair began covering the growing body of the old man. Albert's unimpressive penis grew into a beast itself as the limp and sleeping monster cock throbbed and pulsated inside the jockstrap. “OHHHHHHH Fuuuuuuuuuck… even my cock is getting bigger too.” The growing beast's cock surged with power as it grew longer and meatier with every motion as its owner began to move his broadened hips. Albert began dry-humping the air as he thrust his hips up and down, savoring every second of his still flaccid and growing monster cock. “Dammit, why am I not hard yet? Is it because my growth is still incomplete?” With every new development, Albert has fully realized that his dream has come true. He stood there, awestruck at the incredible changes unfolding before him, knowing full well that he would never go back to his previous self. “I’M GROWING INTO A MASSIVE ALPHA BEAST. HECK EVEN MY VOICE GOT DEEPER!” The jockstrap, now a part of him, enhanced his newfound masculinity, making him feel stronger and more assertive than ever before. His mind raced with thoughts of what he could do with this newfound power. He imagined himself seducing the very athletes who once made him feel inferior, taking them to heights of pleasure they had never experienced before. “FUCK, I WANNA SEE MY BODY GROW” With his newfound confidence, he headed toward the large mirror of the gym. Besides from his old body experiencing the ongoing muscle growth which made it a challenge to walk, he noticed something different. As Albert strode into the large mirror, he realized how his usual walk turned into a sexy swagger as he felt his bulging muscles sway with confidence. Once he reached the mirror he was shocked to see the once old and humble janitor turn into a muscle god covered in a light dusting of white hair. Eyeballing his measurements, he deduced that his new massive body must have weighed approximately 500 lbs. He also grew taller by 2 more inches, reaching a height of 7’11. With slight hesitation, he explored the expanse of his chest, feeling the dense muscles and fur, and pinching the erect and hard nipples on both mountains. Feeling his 6-pack abs, he could feel them throbbing and changing as a silhouette of another pair began to slowly emerge. Turning his back to look at the changes at his rear, he marveled at the hairy muscle bubble ass that bulged snuggly against the jockstrap., “MY GOD, IS THIS REALLY ME..? WHAT AM I EVEN SAYING?! THERE IS NO DOUBT THAT THE ABSOLUTE BEAST IS ME!!!”, The massive janitor flexed his body into an intense, most muscular pose. His body language had also changed drastically as his posture became more dominant and confident. Unshackled by any lingering doubts or fears, Albert fully embraced these transformations. He allowed himself to completely immerse himself in the process, relishing each new development that took place within him. “GRRRRRRRRR…”Albert flexed and tensed every muscle of his growing body with loud and beastly grunts. As he did so, his physical appearance underwent more drastic alterations. The beast's physique continued to transform into something far more imposing and powerful. Every time he would move a single muscle, the sheer force and strength behind it was evident. Veins coursed through his body like an intricate network, their presence indicative of the immense growth taking place beneath his skin. These veins were not just confined to his limbs; they extended all the way up, to his trap muscles. “COME ON! GROW FUCKING BIGGER!!!” As he continued to flex and push his muscles to their limits, the traps expanded exponentially, reaching ever closer to his ears. Broadened shoulders and deltoids continued to change, swelling with incredible bulk and power. With the tensed-up beastly arms and tree trunk legs, they are becoming denser and stronger than before. The hairy and mountainous chest area underwent remarkable changes, displaying the sheer power of the pectoral and abdominal regions. The continued growth was accentuated by the emergence of well-defined six-pack abs on his stomach, which bulged outwards due to the increased mass beneath them. Throughout this entire transformation, Albert reveled in every aspect of it, fully accepting and embracing the beastly nature that was gradually coming to life within him. Albert, now transformed into an immense muscular creature, began to relax his tensed body as he allowed the process to unfold further. His eyes were fixated upon his own reflection in the mirror, absorbing every detail of his transformation. The changes that had previously been gradual now seemed to occur rapidly, almost instantaneously. His once flaccid and dormant manhood began to stir, awakening from its slumber. “HEHE NOW YOU WANT TO JOIN IN THE FUN HUH, BIG GUY?”, The old muscle beast chuckled It started out small, gradually gaining momentum until it reached a point where it stood tall and proud. The sight of this transformation aroused Albert immensely, causing his libido to reach unprecedented heights. Witnessing his own transformation from a mere mortal to a colossal muscle beast fueled his desires, making him feel more alive than ever before. Feeling the imminent surge of his pent-up desires, he instinctively reached downward, seeking to please his growing cock within the tight embrace of his jockstrap. His fingers found themselves wrapped around the smooth pouch, as he gripped onto it with lust. The sensation of his confined manhood beneath the fabric seemed to heighten his urgency even further. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, echoing the rhythm of his rapid breaths. As if driven by an uncontrollable force, he continued to stroke himself through the fabric barrier, attempting to find relief from the overwhelming pressure building up within him. However, despite his efforts, the discomfort only intensified, causing his frustration to mount. With Albert's meaty and muscular hands, he grabbed the fabric of the underwear and tore it off his body. “FUCK! I’M CUMMING! RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAR!” With an almighty roar, the unleashed beast's massive penis erupted just as he tore off the jockstrap, spewing forth copious amounts of its powerful, steaming semen across the entire expanse of the gymnasium. The thick, viscous fluid cascaded down from every corner, drenching the walls, the ceiling, the large mirror, and even the very being that had released it. The sheer volume of the potent muscle-infused ejaculate was enough to cover everything in sight, leaving no surface untouched by its forceful outpouring. As the waves of the torrent subsided, the once bustling gym now lay submerged underneath a sea of milky white liquid, a testament to the raw power and ferocity of the creature that stood amidst it all. "So much spunk... I- I can't..." Albert tried to regain his composure, but the exhaustion immediately made him fall on his back. The old beast janitor rested on the warm floor flooded with his cum. Before his exhaustion takes over him, he hears the front door of the gym open. The large, towering shadow of another muscle beast loomed over the newly transformed janitor. “What a great show you put on there gramps. I knew I made the right decision to turn you into one of us the moment we met.” The Mountain said while taking in the grown muscles of the man below him. “Tsk, such a shame that it took one hyper orgasm to knock you out. But don’t worry, I’ll help you get used to it…” As the beast slept, his hairy balls quickly replenished his cum and his massive cock rose up again with more life than before. Albert unconsciously began beating his massive meat with his hands as he lay there in his own cum. THE END(?) (Feel free to continue this story if you like)

Here comes the 4th chapter of the story. Hope it was worth the wait. More muscle worship to come in the next chapter. Enjoy! Chapter 4 - Cum for your mate, boy… Upon finishing the recording, Thomas quickly called his dad, hoping to get a more reasonable explanation from him. Thomas knew something was wrong just from the moment he heard his father’s voice from the memo, it was deep and foreign. However, how his father talked was the same, especially when he called him “sport” when talking to each other. Besides that, Edward always left a note that could be easily found, or a quick text message, whenever he needed to leave urgently. And why would he send a voice recording instead of calling him? He kept on calling his dad, but no one answered, further increasing his anxiety. Growing frustrated as well, he sent numerous text messages to his dad. And once again, not a single reply. Being fully desperate, Thomas asked for his friend again to drive him back to his home. Before they drive, his buddy showed him a recently viral video taken just hours earlier. “Hey Tom, have you seen this video? Jesus Christ, those biceps are huge! This guy must be at least 500 lbs or more.” his friend exclaimed while showing the clip. Edward temporarily shifted his attention to the video. And it shocked him as well, for this guy must have been the biggest stud he had ever seen in his life. The video showed a gigantic hairy muscle-bound man lifting and grunting weights that must have weighed double his size. People were cheering the big man with various compliments and whistles. Some are even bold enough to jack their cocks off while watching the behemoth lift. But what shocked Thomas the most was when the hairy colossus spoke with his deep and manly voice. “Yeah, see these muscles grow bigger with each pump. Yes, keep pumping your tiny pricks while watching your alpha pump his body with more mass…” Thomas was speechless, the man on the video had the same deep voice that his father had when he arrived at his bedroom last night and from the voice message he received earlier. Thomas snatched the phone from his friend’s hand to take a closer look at the man in the video. The recording was clear and close enough for Thomas to inspect the giant’s rugged face. A face so masculine and handsome that it almost looked surreal. But Thomas could swear that the man had a close resemblance to Edward’s. Some of the facial features may look exaggerated, but the intense green eyes reminded him of the times when Edward was being serious and focused. His friend snatched his phone back from Thomas’ clutches as they arrived at the residence. “Your dad is now home, right? Why don’t you find out yourself? Anyways, I gotta get ready for the trip.” “Oh, right. You said that you're gonna take care of your grandpa back in your hometown.” “Yup, Dad asked me to take care of his old man since everyone is gonna be busy this weekend.” “All right, see you when I see you, Nick” Thomas said as he got out of the car. “Hey! Don’t forget your bag, dumbass”, Nick said while tossing his friend’s back, and drove away. 3:10 PM - Back Home Thomas stood at the front door nervously. He was scared that the man he saw in the video and from last night was really his dad. The stacks of odd occurrences and coincidences are just too much for him to handle the current situation. “Grrrrrrrr… those puny muscles can’t even compare to my beastly body” *grunts* Thomas was startled by the gravelly voice coming from inside the house. “Oh, you got home quick, son.” Thomas was startled. How did his “dad” know that he was already home? A part of him wanted to run away, but another side of him wanted the giant behemoth of a man to be his dad, waiting for him inside their home. With slight hesitation, Thomas entered the living room, to find a tall hulking hairy mass of muscle, watching TV. Since the sofa was positioned at the left of the room while facing the front door, he’s got a full frontal view of the hairy behemoth. The stud was sitting on his dad’s favorite chair and wearing a stretched-out wife-beater and shorts. The fear within Thomas was overwhelmed by the new feelings surfacing as he was awestruck by the composition of the powerful muscles before him. He could not help but take in all the musculature starting from the large muscled feet and the tree-sized thighs and calves, stretched across the floor. Looking further upwards, a giant furry brick wall of 8-pack abs and engorged pectorals, all underneath the tight cloth. Both of the monster-like arms were lying on both of the chair’s armrests in a relaxed manner, but the sheer size and intensity of the mass of both limbs still looked powerful, even when unflexed. The incredibly massive traps engulfed the veiny neck holding up the manliest face that Thomas ever laid eyes on. Instead of emerald green eyes, beautiful and haunting yellow eyes greeted him the moment he stared at his father’s handsome face. He adorned an unkept black beard that covered his bulging neck and chiseled cheeks. And despite Edward’s facial hair covering the majority of his face, his square and masculine jawline is still prominent. “What’s with that look, boy? Never mind that, drop your things and watch some TV with me.” He grumbled while lifting his wife-beater and scratching his toned and hairy abs for Thomas to see. Thomas approaches his dad while sporting his growing erection, which he doesn’t even care to notice. YES, KEEP FEELING THESE HARD BEASTLY MUSCLES, DON’T STOP UNTIL I SAY SO! Shifting his focus to the TV, Thomas realized that the show that his dad was watching was the same video that Nick showed him. “Oh fuck, it really is him!”, Thomas thought while staring at his dad on the screen. “So the thing I heard earlier was him from the video…” While Thomas was still gawking at the TV, Edward said with his deep husky voice, “Thomas”, and his son immediately turned his attention to his hulking dad, “Sorry for leaving you without any notice. Daddy got some things sorted out before thighs got out of hand.”, he continued with a warm smile and all the while patting his powerful thigh. This led Thomas to calm down a bit and release some tension. But what made Thomas’ defenses and fear crumble was the overwhelming musk that intoxicated him, to the point that his legs felt weak and wobbly. As Thomas kept inhaling the manly scent of his beastly father, he hypnotically approached and sat on the hairy left thigh, and leaned his body on the heaving muscular torso. “There we go. Rest easy, boy. Daddy’s here now”, Edward softly whispered while kissing the top of his son’s head. “I can tell that it's been a long day for the both of us, so let me take care of you, sport.” he said. Thomas just nodded along with barely any thought to what his father was saying. All his attention was focused on the incredible and pleasurable aroma that kept filling his entire being with a relaxing sensation. Despite all the initial fear and confusion, deep down, he was just happy that he was back in the arms of his loving father. He was afraid that his dad had left him alone in this dangerous town without any plan to come back for him. After all, his dad left no trace of his prior disappearance, which is in fashion to how his mother left them. Still heavy with the gratifying sensations from his dad’s musk, Thomas turned his head sideways to take more of the rich scent from his dad’s warm and sweaty chest. Edward then lifted his left arm to caress the back of his son’s head, and planted soft kisses on his son’s head. “Oh baby, Daddy’s really sorry for leaving you like that. I’m such an idiot for putting you in such a terrible spot. But I want you to know that I did all of this to become strong enough to protect you and what’s left of our family.” Thomas only nodded silently. Noticing that his son had fully clamped down, he gently turned Thomas’ head forward And embraced his torso with his gigantic left arm. This led to them to watch the most erotic workout and muscle worship session in the world again. “See that handsome stud being worshiped and cheered on by the other smaller men, son? HA! What a tiny little thing he is. Those ‘beastly’ things he calls muscles can no longer compare to what I’ve become now.”, Edward said mockingly to his previous 600 lbs physique. As a light demonstration, the muscle beast began slightly flexing his muscle-carved torso and beefy left arm, letting Thomas feel the magnificent embrace of pure masculinity. “Dad, I can’t understand how you’ve grown so much. Fuuuuck, I just feel so safe and secure from your hold of me…”, Thomas slightly moaned from his dad’s manly hug. *grunts* “Your daddy is so glad that he makes you feel protected. Now, keep watching your daddy work that 600 lbs physique, boy. I want you to remember what your daddy looked like before, and how he looks now.”, Edward grunted right to his son’s ear. Thomas reminisced about the old dad that he loved so much. He remembered the way he smelled, especially on hot and sweaty days. The sweet and kind demeanor. And the hottest dad bod in the world. The man that Thomas admired all his life; the man that supported his dreams; and the man that he fantasized about, has completely turned into the ultimate muscle fantasy that he always dreamed about. And he is witnessing all of it unfold right before his eyes as he keeps on watching the hottest piece of muscle growth artifact in the whole world. He watched as the other gym patrons worship the absolute unit of a man. Some of them are hanging on the twin muscle-bound arms of the beast, while the others are beating their hard and leaking dicks. And speaking of which, Thomas’ own hard and leaking cock throbbed painfully in his pants, creating a noticeable tend and wet spot. “Look son, here comes the best part.”, Edward said just as his monster cock started to inflate on the left side inside his tight shorts. All right, what the hell is going on here?! Thomas recognized the officer. It was his dad’s partner, Jason Ramirez. Thomas watched as his dad’s partner succumbed to his dad’s presence. Offering his entire body into worshiping the titanic muscles and hairy sweat-soaked pits of his .alpha muscle beast. “Watch how your alpha dad brings those pathetic bodybuilders to their place. Not even the law could resist obeying absolute power.”, The beast father was now practically drooling on his beard and on his son’s heaving body. “Fuck dad, my dick hurts so fucking bad!”, Thomas exclaimed, desperately asking for his dad’s help. “Just a little bit more, boy. Here, let me help your little leaking buddy.”, Edward growled and tore up Thomas’ pants and underwear with his clawed hands in one quick motion. Then, Edward used both of his arms to hug his son, locking him in a gentle embrace of muscle and fur. A lewd choir of muscled men grunting and moaning, along with the hymns of their beating cocks, filled the entire house. And pair that with the increasing intensity of the powerful musk and his dad’s hold on his body… Came the climax. “Cum for your mate, boy…” NOW “NOW” That simple word came out as a command for Thomas’ entire body to violently spasm, and shot 10 powerful ropes of cum on his face and chest. He and the other men in the footage came in perfect unison, achieving the most powerful orgasm in their entire life. This is but a small taste of what their alpha muscle beast could do with just a simple command. With each violent spasm came a rope of cum splattering Thomas’ face, chest, and forearms that held him. Edward kept his son’s jerking body into a gentle embrace with both of his hairy arms. Despite all that energy spent from cumming, Thomas was able to retain his consciousness and sanity. His panting and sweating body craved more of the presence of the manly beast that his police father had become. Looking around him, he found himself lying on the sofa with a pillow on his head and a blanket on his body. “Huh, I actually passed out. I thought I remained awake from… hm?”, Thomas found a small note on his dad’s favorite chair. Which was soaked from his dad’s sweat. On the other hand, on top of the armrest is a fresh pair of clothes. Thomas got up, put on the clothes, and read the note. “Hello sport, just went to Home Depot to get some wood to fix the old fence in the backyard. I prepared some snacks for you in the kitchen. I also made you a drink. Made it from a special recipe I got from Mayor Beckman. Although this one’s got my own special twist to it. Make sure you drink it and finish it. Love, dad” “Well, at least he left a note.” Going to the kitchen, Thomas Thought to himself, “Did that whole thing actually happen? I’m happy for him and wherever our new relationship is going, but, how did dad’s transformation happen in the first place?” Eating the sandwiches made by his dad, he reached for the white-colored smoothie. “Eh, whatever. I finally got my fantasy to come true. Any more overthinking and it might all go away like a dream.” Taking off the cap of the smoothie, Thomas drank the special drink down to his body. And just as he finished it, he heard booming thumping sounds approaching their home. To be continued…

Part 10: Simon and Cody headed into the locker room an got changed into their workout clothes. Simon put on the black shorts he'd just bought. They were really tight on his legs and glutes, but had enough stretch in them that they didn't feel restrictive. They left very little to the imagination, though. He put the red Stronger Vest on, and asked Cody "Do you think these are too tight? I just got them, but didn't have time to try them on." Cody looked Simon up and down. "No, they look great. Compression shorts are supposed to be tight. They'll help keep your muscles warm and prevent injury." "Yeah, but these aren't compression shorts, they're just regular shorts," said Simon. "Really?" said Cody. He took hold of the hem of the shorts and gave them a tug. "Oh wow, you're right, they're just really tight." Simon saw that Cody had changed into his red vest and black shorts too. "Hey, we're matching!" said Simon. "Cute." said Cody. The gym wasn't very busy, and they almost had the weight room to themselves. "So, powerlifting," said Cody, "It's a bit different from what we've been doing so far. We're going to be lifting heavier weights, but fewer reps. And long rests between sets. We'll just do bench presses, squats, and deadlifts, and we'll just keep pushing the weight up until you can't lift it any more." "Okay," said Simon, "I'm ready." "Let's start with bench presses. You managed 225 last time, right? Let's start with that." They loaded two 45lb plates on each side of the bar, and Simon lay down on the bench. He easily lifted the bar and did 10 reps, then held the bar above him rather than re-racking it. "More?" he asked. "No, let's put the weight up," said Cody, "Let's try 275." "Wait, aren't you going to do a set?" asked Simon. "No, I'm on a rest day today. I'll spot you, though." So he came to the gym to train with me even though he's not training today? Simon thought. That's so nice of him! They added another 25lb plate to each side, and Simon again managed 10 reps. It wasn't easy, but it wasn't too hard either. He re-racked the bar and sat up. "That was okay," he said. "Okay, let's try 315," said Cody. They swapped the 25s for 45s, and after a few minutes' rest Simon lay down on the bench again. He lifted the bar and managed 8 reps. "That was hard," he said. "But you got 8 reps!" said Cody, "That's great! Let's try 365." They added the 25s again. Simon lay down on the bench and lifted the bar. He managed 5 reps, but the last one was a real struggle, and Cody had to help him get the bar up to the hooks. "That was really hard," he said. "I think you can do a little more," said Cody, "Let's try 385." He added a 10lb plate to each side. "Take a good rest this time," he said. "For extra motivation, I'm gonna film you doing this one." Simon lay back and looked at the bar. It was loaded with 385 pounds. That was a lot of weight. And Cody's not there to spot me, he thought. He took a deep breath and lifted the bar off the hooks. He could see the bar bending under the weight. He slowly lowered it to his chest, and then pushed it back up. "Yes!" said Cody. Then again. "C'mon Si!" said Cody. And then one... more... rep. He racked the bar and sat up. "Awesome!" said Cody. "That was fucking incredible!" "I feel fucking incredible!" said Simon between breaths. "I can't believe I just did that! What's next?" "Let's do some squats now," said Cody, "We'll start with 225 again, that was your max last time, right?" Simon thought back to last time. "Yeah, I think so. I'm sure I can do more now, though." "I think so too, but let's build up to it," said Cody. They loaded the bar with 225 pounds. Simon did 10 reps, and then re-racked the bar. "That was so easy," he said. "315?" asked Cody. "At least!" said Simon. They added a 45lb plate to each side, and Simon did 10 reps again. "That was easy, but at least I felt it." he said. "Let's try 405." They loaded another plate on each side, for a total of 4 plates on each side. "Let's set up the safety bars just in case," said Cody. "And also, you should wear a lifting belt this time." Simon strapped on the belt, and got underneath the bar. He lifted it off the hooks, but as he stepped forward the bar wouldn't move. "What's going on?" he said. "The bar's bending too much!" said Cody. "You're lifting the middle, but the ends are still on the hooks! We'll need to adjust it." Simon put the bar back on the hooks and Cody slipped a plate off each side. "Now lift that while I adjust the hooks," said Cody. Simon lifted the bar and Cody shifted the hooks down a notch. "Okay all good," said Cody. "Now let's try again." They reloaded the bar and Simon lifted it off the hooks. He stepped back and squatted down until the bar touched the safety bars. Now this was a weight he could feel. He powered up through his heels and glutes and stood up. The seventh rep was a real struggle, but through sheer force of will he managed to get it up. He re-racked the bar. "That was hard," he said. "Bet you can do more," grinned Cody, "Let's try 455. I'm gonna film this one too." "Sure, add to the pressure why don't you?" said Simon. Cody added another 25lb plate to each side while Simon sat on a bench resting. "Okay, let's do this," said Simon. He got under the bar, took a deep breath and lifted it off the hooks. He stepped back and squatted down. He could feel the bar bending under the weight. He could feel his muscles straining and stretching as he squatted down. At the bottom, He could feel his glutes and hamstrings and quads all flexing and swelling and burning as he pushed up. "C'mon!" said Cody. "You can do it!" Simon went for another rep, and again flexed as hard as he could to push the weight up. "One more!" said Cody. Simon went for a third rep. At the bottom, he flexed as hard as he could, but just couldn't get the weight up. He felt his legs shaking and his muscles burning. He tried again, but the bar wouldn't move. He lowered it to the safety bars and clambered out from underneath it. "Ugh!" he said, "I couldn't do it!" "No, you did great!" said Cody. "You got two reps at 455! That's amazing!" "Oh yeah, I guess I did," said Simon, panting. "What's next?" "The king of lifts," said Cody, "The deadlift. We'll start with 225 again, to make sure your form is good." They loaded the bar with 225 pounds. "Okay, so you want to get your feet about shoulder width apart, and your toes pointing slightly outwards," said Cody, demonstrating. "Then you want to bend down and grab the bar with your hands just outside your legs. You want to keep your back straight, and your head up. Then you want to push through your heels and lift the bar up. You want to keep your back straight and your head up, and you want to keep the bar as close to your legs as possible. Then you want to lower the bar back down, keeping your back straight and your head up, and then lift it up again. The most important thing is to keep your back straight and your head up. The bar should be almost touching your legs the whole time, and moving upwards in a straight line." "Jeez, that's a lot of stuff to remember just to lift a thing," said Simon. "It's important," said Cody sternly, "You don't want to hurt yourself. Once you feel the groove it's second nature, but you have to learn it first. Now watch me do it." Cody got into position and lifted the bar. He did 10 reps, and then put the bar down. "The pros sometimes just drop the bar, but we don't have a dedicated deadlift pit here so you don't want to do that. It's bad for the bar, and it's bad for the floor, and it wastes the opportunity for muscle growth signalling on the eccentric phase. You want to lower it down slowly and under control." Simon got into position. He lifted the bar and Cody checked his form. "That's good," he said, "Now just lift it up and put it down again." Simon did as he was told. "Now do it again, but this time, when you put it down, don't let it touch the floor. Just lower it until it's about an inch off the floor, and then lift it up again. Keep your back straight and your head up, good." Simon did 10 reps, and then put the bar down. "That was easy," he said. "Good," said Cody, "Now let's add some weight. Let's try 315." They loaded another plate onto the bar. "You know, those shoes aren't really suitable for deadlifts," said Cody pointing at Simon's Nike Airs. "Why not?" asked Simon. "They're too squishy with those inflated soles. You need something with a hard and flat sole. You want to be able to push through your heels, and you can't do that with those shoes." "Is that why you wear those Converse?" asked Simon. "Yeah, they're perfect for deadlifts. You can get specialist deadlift shoes, but these work fine." "Okay, I'll get some Converse," said Simon, "but what do I do now?" "Just take your shoes off!" said Cody. "Oh, right!" said Simon. He took his shoes and socks off and tucked them under a bench. "Okay, I'm ready," he said, wiggling his toes against the rubber mat. "You could have left your socks on if you wanted to, but whatever," said Cody. Simon got into position and lifted the bar. He did 10 reps, and then put the bar down. "Not too difficult!" he said. "Okay, another plate," said Cody. They loaded another pair of 45lb plates onto the bar. "Okay, 405, let's go!" said Cody. Simon pulled the bar off the ground, watching it first bend and then raise the stack of plates off the floor. He could feel his legs and glutes and back and arms all working together to lift the weight. Even though he was exerting himself, he felt perfectly balanced and in control. He did 10 reps, and then put the bar down. "That felt amazing!" he said. "It looked pretty amazing too," said Cody, "What do you think about 495?" Simon looked at the bar. "Yeah, let's do it!" he said. They added another pair of plates. The bar was now loaded with 495 pounds, five 45lb plates on each side. "No pressure, but I'm filming this one," said Cody. He moved behind Simon and got his phone out. "Whenever you're ready, big guy!" Simon took a few deep breaths and grabbed the bar. He shuffled his feet and rolled the bar back and forth a little, feeling the weight. Another deep breath and he dropped his butt down, straightened his back, and lifted the bar. He could feel the bar bending under the weight, and he could feel his muscles straining and stretching as he lifted it. He could feel his legs and glutes and back and arms all working together to lift the weight. He could feel his muscles burning and his heart pounding. He was entirely in the moment. He got to the top of the lift and held it there for a moment, then lowered the bar back down. At the bottom he closed his eyes, and lifted another rep. And down again. He was straining so much as he lifted the third rep that he couldn't hear anything except his heart pounding through his ears. "Excuse me! Sir! Sir!" said a gym employee rushing over to where Simon was lifting. "You have to wear shoes in the gym!" Simon was oblivious to the world as he lifted his fourth rep. He felt like he was a pure muscle machine. All he was aware of was the weight and his muscles and his heart pounding. He was in the zone. "Sir! You have to wear shoes in the gym!" said the employee again, louder this time. "Sir! Can you hear me?" Simon gently lowered the bar to the floor, let go of it and jumped up, pumping a first into the air and roared "YES!" "Aa-aaaaah!" screamed the employee from fear. "Aaaah!" screamed Simon from surprise. The employee stumbled backwards, tripped on the edge on the mat and fell backwards onto the gym floor, scrambled backwards like a crab and then ran away. "What!? What's going on?" said Simon, looking around. Cody was doubled over laughing, but still managing to hold his phone up to film him. "What happened?" he asked. "Who was that?" "Oh my god that was too perfect!" said Cody, "You were so in the zone you didn't even notice! That was the gym manager telling you to put your shoes on!" "Oh my god!" said Simon, "I didn't even notice! I couldn't hear anything except my heartbeat!" "Oh, Meatspace! Awesome!" said Cody. "Meatspace?" asked Simon. "Yeah, when you're lifting heavy weights, sometimes you get so into it that you're in a different space. You're not aware of anything except the weight and your muscles and your heartbeat. It's like you're in a different world. It's called Meatspace." "I liked it there!" said Simon, "I want to go back!" "Okay, what say we try 515?" said Cody. "Sure!" said Simon, "Let's do it!" "And then you'd better put your shoes on!" said Cody. They loaded a pair of tens onto the bar. Cody moved around in front of Simon and got ready to film again. "Right, this is the Oscar clip!" he said, "Whenever you're ready!" Simon approached the bar, took a few deep breaths, pressed his hands together, shook his legs and grabbed the bar. He closed his eyes and focused on his heartbeat and breathing. He took the weight of the bar and started lifting it, slowly, straining all the way up until he was standing proud. Then reversed the motion, lowering the weight slowly until he felt the plates just make contact with the mat. He tried for another rep, focusing everything on his muscles and his heartbeat. He felt like he was surrounded by strong, red muscle, as if his centre of consciousness had moved from his head to his chest. He was a meat machine. He was in muscle ecstasy. He got to the top of the lift and slowly lowered the bar back down to the floor and let go. He opened his eyes and looked around. "How do you feel bud?" asked Cody, still filming him. "Good. Incredible. I... that was spiritual!" said Simon, still crouching next to the barbell. "And how long have you been deadlifting?" asked Cody. Simon looked up into the camera. "I just started today!" he grinned. Cody stopped filming, Simon stood up, and Cody stepped over and gave him a big hug. "I'm so proud of you, Si!" he said. Simon hugged him back. "Thank you! Thank you so much!" he said, pressing his head against Cody's chest. After a moment he let go. "So, what's next?" "Well, we're kind of done for today, but what do you say we do some quick poses?" "Sound fun!" said Simon. "Nothing serious, just a few quick poses," said Cody. "Let's start with a front double bicep." Simon raised his arms and flexed his biceps. "Nice, now spread your lats," said Cody. Simon focused on his lats and flared them out. "Beautiful!" said Cody and started filming Simon, walking around him to get different angles. "Now a side chest." Simon turned to the side and flexed his chest. "Hmm, this isn't really working," said Cody, "Maybe take your vest off? It's kind of hiding your chest." Simon looked around. There was no-one else visible in the gym. "Okay," he said, and took his vest off. He flexed his chest again. "Much better!" said Cody, "Now, finally, a most muscular. Really flex everything, your arms, your chest, abs, legs, everything!" Simon took a breath and got into the pose. He concentrated on flexing everything as hard as he could. He imagined forcing every muscle fiber to fill with blood and swell. He imagined his muscles growing and growing so big that they were bursting out of his skin. "Sir, I really must insist that you put some clothes on!" said the manager, returning across the gym. Simon shifted a foot and gave one final flex of his legs and glutes. A slow, tearing, popping sound came from his groin region as his new shorts finally gave up, splitting at almost every seam until it was just black rags hanging from the elasticated waist band. "Oh my GOD!" said the manager. "Oh my GOD!" said Simon, holding his hands in front of his crotch, wearing nothing but his briefs now. "Oh my GOD!" said Cody, laughing so hard he was crying. Simon tried to pull some of the scraps of his shorts together to cover himself, but it was too late. With another tearing sound, his briefs split up the back to the waistband, which almost held for a second before that too ripped, leaving the briefs as nothing more than a loose rag covering Simon's crotch. "Oh my GAAAHD!" said the manager, turning tail and rapidly leaving the scene. "I think that's our cue to leave," said Cody, still laughing. With one hand desperately trying to preserve his modesty, Simon grabbed his vest and shoes and hurried to the locker room. Simon rushed to his locker and grabbed his towel to wrap around his waist. He sat down on the bench and put his head in his hands. "Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god," he said. "You okay, Si?" asked Cody. "I'm just a bit shocked," said Simon, "I can't believe that just happened." "Yeah, that was pretty unexpected..." said Cody. "No, the opposite! I had a dream that happened last night! I dreamed I was at the gym and I kept growing and all my clothes ripped off!" "Oh yeah? And then what happened?" asked Cody. Simon paused, remembering the dream. Cody touching and licking and kissing him. Cody and Ken worshipping him together. "I... I don't remember. I kind of woke up," he said. "Shame," said Cody, "I bet it was a good dream." "Yeah, it was," said Simon and smiled. Cody raised an eyebrow. "So you've just had your dream come true, and you're not happy about it?" Simon grinned. "Well, if you put it like that, I guess I am pretty happy about it." "Awesome!" said Cody, patting Simon's shoulder. "Let's shower and get out of here." When Simon got out of the shower he found Cody sitting naked on a towel on the bench, doing something on his phone. Simon went to his locker opposite him and got his clothes out. He put the brick red vest on, which felt quite a bit tighter now than it had this morning. He grabbed his cargo shorts. Annoyed, he remembered he'd left his new jockstrap in the car. "Well, commando it is then," he thought. He pulled his shorts on and tightened the belt. At least these shorts still had some space in them. Cody was still oblivious to the world, tapping away naked on his phone. Simon pulled his phone out of his pocket and checked his messages. He'd got a text message from Ken: > Hey Simon, I'm sorry about last night. I got really drunk and I hope I didn't embarrass you. I'm really sorry if I did. I hope you're not mad at me. Simon smiled. Ken was so sweet. He texted back: > Not at all! Now that you know I'll say yes, you don't have to get drunk before you ask me. Ken replied within seconds: > Simon chuckled. He put his phone back in his pocket and sat down to put his shoes on. "What are you doing, Cody?" he asked. Cody looked up from his phone. "Oh, I'm editing together a highlights package from today!" "Naked...?" asked Simon. "Oh, haha, yeah," said Cody, "I like to air off properly before I get dressed. I don't like to get dressed while I'm still moist." Simon swallowed hard and went back to tying his shoes. "There, check it out!" said Cody, holding his phone up to Simon. He'd edited together a short video of Simon bench pressing, squatting and deadlifting. He'd put captions on it: "385 bench!", "455 squat!", "515 deadlift!" He kept in the part with Simon shouting "YES!" at the end of the deadlift, and the gym manager screaming and falling down, captioned "Meatspace!" Then there was a clip of Simon doing the Front Double Bicep pose then the Side Chest pose with the caption "Respectable muscle!" and finally Simon's Most Muscular pose ending with the ripping shorts and the caption "Time for a new workout wardrobe!" Simon laughed. "That's great!" he said, "Why did you do this?" "I wanted to show Scott and Flex what they missed out on," said Cody, "I'm going to send it to them now." "Oh, send it to me too!" said Simon, "I'll put it on my X. I'm @simongrandxxl," said Simon. Cody smiled as he DMed the video to Simon. "A new account?" he asked. "Yeah, I set it up this morning," said Simon, "I haven't been on social media at all for quite a while." His phone buzzed with a notification. "Message request from Cody (Chicago 5/17)" "I'm going post this!" said Simon, posting it to his feed. "I'm going to tag you in it, is that okay?" "Sure, go for it," said Cody. "Say, uh... do you wanna go for a drink?" Simon looked up from his phone. Cody, still naked, was sitting on the bench looking him in the eye. "Um, yeah!" said Simon, "I'm thirsty!" "Let's go to The Unicorn," said Cody, pulling on his black tank top and khaki shorts. "It's a bit of a dive, but it's fun." "Lead on!" said Simon. Simon followed Cody out into the parking lot. "It's not far, on the corner of Green and Third," said Cody, opening the door of his black Jeep Wrangler. "You can follow me if you want." Simon got into his car and followed Cody out of the parking lot. They drove through the campus and into town. This part of town was a bit run down, with a lot of empty shops and boarded up windows. Cody pulled up outside a place Simon had driven past many times but never noticed. The windows were dark and boarded shut, and the sign was unlit. "Are you sure this place is open?" asked Simon, getting out of his car. "Yeah, it's all part of the vibe," said Cody, leading the way to the door, a painted steel door with no other indication that it was a bar. Cody tuned the handle and opened it. "After you," he said. Simon stepped inside. The bar was dark, with a few tables and chairs and a long bar. In the gloom he couldn't see any patrons. Cody walked up to the bar. "What'll you have?" he asked Simon. There wasn't anything interesting on tap. "Do you have any IPAs?" asked Simon. The bartender, a big guy with a shaved head wearing a leather vest over a white t-shirt replied: "Oh sure, we've got a few," said "We've got a local one, and a couple of imports." "I'll have the local one," said Simon. The bartender took a can out of the fridge behind the bar. "Lokal Hop," said Simon, reading the label. "I've never heard of it." "It's from Springfield," said the bartender, "It's pretty good." He looked at Cody. "And for you?" "I'll have a Bud Zero," said Cody. He paid for the drinks and they sat down at a table. "I can't drink alcohol," said Cody. "Oh," said Simon, "How long have you been sober?" Cody laughed. "Oh, about 12 hours or so. I have to protect my liver, so I have to use things other than alcohol to party." "Oh, right..." said Simon, "So, how was the party last night? It was in Chicago?" "Yeah, how did you know?" asked Cody. "Your username on X said you were in Chicago last night," said Simon. "Of course," said Cody, "I forgot about that. Yeah, it was great." Simon waited, but Cody didn't add anything else. "Just great?" he asked. "Yeah, great. Very successful," said Cody. He took a sip of his beer and didn't say any more. Simon looked around The Unicorn. It was fairly dark, in that old-world dark wood pub style. A rainbow flag was draped over the back of the bar, and there were posters up advertising upcoming events. One had a big guy dressed all in leather, another had a guy just wearing pink briefs. He could now see that there were a few guys wearing Levis and polo shirts playing pool at the back, but apart from that it was empty. "Do you come here often?" Simon asked. "Here? No. Not really," said Cody. Simon took a sip of his beer. Usually he was the one who found social situations difficult, but Cody seemed to be the one who was struggling to make conversation. Simon's phone buzzed with a notification: a DM from Billy Boner: > Hello again Mr Grand! Here's the last picture we took today. He'd attached the picture of Simon posing in his new jockstrap. Simon smiled. William was right, the lighting was excellent there. He saved it and posted the picture to his feed. "I bought some new clothes today," said Simon. "Oh yeah?" said Cody, "What did you get?" "I needed some new shirts, so I went to the Big & Tall store. They do these amazing shirts that fit guys like us perfectly. I got a couple of them. They're called Burly Brand, have you heard of them?" Cody smiled. "Yeah, I know them. I've got a few of their things. They're great. Expensive though." "Yeah, they are. The salesman there is really helpful. He convinced me to enter the Mr Burly contest!" Cody laughed. "You're kidding me! You're going to enter the Mr Burly contest?" "I already did! I signed up on their website. I had to get a photo taken for my entry. I'll show you." Simon showed Cody the photo of him topless wearing just the Burly Brand shorts. "Wow, you look great!" said Cody. "Did you get those shorts? They're fire!" "No, I didn't. I just tried them on for the photo. I did get some new underwear though..." Simon hesitated. "I got a jockstrap." He swiped to the next photo. Cody looked at the photo and was silent for a moment. "Si, you look fucking amazing." "Thanks Cody!" said Simon, "I've got you to thank for it!" "You know, I'm really proud of you. I can't believe the progress you've made in the last week. I thought we'd be working out together for months before you got to this point." Simon got a hollow feeling in his stomach. "Is this why Cody's being so strange suddenly?" he thought. "Did he bring me here to dump me?" "Well, I hope we still will... be working out together... for months," said Simon. "I hope so too," said Cody and smiled. Cody sipped his beer and didn't say anything further. "What about you?" said Simon, "Have you entered the Mr Burly contest?" "No, I haven't," said Cody, "but I'm not technically eligible. I've got a... financial interest with one of the judges." "Oh, I see," said Simon, even though he didn't. Why was Cody being so opaque? "What do you do, Cody? I assumed it's something at the University because you use their gym, right? But you weren't dressed like a student or faculty member yesterday morning, so..." "How was I dressed?" asked Cody. "I dunno, you looked like a waiter or something. White shirt, black pants, smart shoes." Cody laughed. "I guess I'm not great at dressing smart! I had a meeting with my sponsor yesterday morning. No, not that kind of sponsor! The foundation that's funding our research. I'm doing a PhD in Artificial Intelligence." "Really? That's amazing! What's your research about?" "I'm actually working on it with Scott. He's doing a PhD in Molecular Biology. We're working on a project to use machine learning to predict the structure of proteins." "Didn't they do that a few years ago?" "You're right! The AlphaFold project at DeepMind pretty much cracked it. We're actually trying to do the reverse. It's kind of secret. Given an arbitrary biological function, can we design a novel protein that will fold into the perfect shape to perform that function?" "I dunno, can you?" "We hope so!" "I'd never have guessed you were scientists," said Simon, "At first I figured you were football players or something." "No, the Athletics department has their own gym," Cody smiled, "We have to use the gen-pop gym." "And Flex?" asked Simon, "What does he do?" "Doctor Alexander Johnson is a professor of Mathematics. He's a genius. He's about to blow up the whole field of number theory. He's got a proof of the Riemann Hypothesis that's going to change everything. The only problem is it invalidates Russell's Proof that 1 + 1 = 2." "Wait, what? 1 + 1 doesn't = 2?" "No, it still does, it's just that the proof is invalid. It's a bit complicated and boring. Ask Flex about it sometime. Or even better, don't!" "So Flex's real name is Alexander?" "Yeah. He has terrible handwriting, and when he was a kid his teacher misread Alex as Flex. It stuck." "It's appropriate at least! Nominative determinism, right?" Cody looked blankly at Simon. "Where if your name is something, you're more likely to do it. Like if your name is Baker, you're more likely to be a baker. Or if your name is Cody, you're more likely to be a coder!" "Well, I was a coder before I was Cody," said Cody, "It's been my nickname since primary school because I spent so much time programming." "Oh, so... what's your real name?" Cody put his hand out and shook Simon's hand. "Edwin Carballo. Pleased to meet you, Simon Gland." "Edwin?" said Simon "Cody," said Cody. "Only my mother calls me Edwin." "How did you know my name?" asked Simon. "I looked you up on the staff directory. You're the video games professor. Or is it Hulk Out Prof now?" "Oh God, you saw that too?" "Oh yeah, the guys at the party were all talking about it. They were impressed when I said I trained you!" "Oh wow, really?" "Yeah, they're really into muscle. Your video is exactly the kind of thing they love." "What sort of party was it?" asked Simon. "Well, it's a regular thing at a private club. Muscle Mike's Muscle Party. It's a private club for guys who have muscles and guys who are into guys with muscles. They have a party every week. Scott and Flex and I go there a lot. It's a lot of fun." "You said it was 'successful' earlier, like you mean you hooked up with someone?" Cody smiled. "Well, you could put it that way. It's..." Cody hesitated, "a bit complicated. No, not complicated, exactly, but... I don't know how to explain it without you thinking badly of me." "Try using words," said Simon smiling, "I promise I'm not going to think badly of you." "Okay, well," said Cody, "it's called Muscle Worship. It's a fetish. Some guys like to worship muscles, and this is a party for those guys. They like to touch muscles, and feel them, and kiss them, and lick them, and... well, they get off on it." Simon laughed. "Would you believe that's what I was doing last night too?" "What? You were at Muscle Mike's?" "No, I was at The Librarian, and my TA Ken got drunk and wanted to touch my muscles. He was touching them and feeling them and then I tore a sleeve with his hands in there and I think he came." "Oh my god, in the middle of The Librarian? That's amazing!" laughed Cody. "Well, it was late and we weren't very visible. But yeah, it was pretty amazing. Is that the sort of thing that happens at Muscle Mike's?" "Yeah, clothes ripping is pretty popular. Some guys are into wrestling, or being punched, or punching a big guy. Some guys just like to be lifted up..." "Oh, I lifted Ken up too! It was an accident, though. I just picked him up and he was so light I just kept going." "And what did he do?" "He passed out. But I think that was the whiskey." Cody laughed. "I'm sure it was. So, you're into muscle worship?" "I guess so. I mean, I've been liking the attention when people look at my muscles. And I liked it when Ken touched them." "And I know you like it when I touch you." "Yeah, I do. I like it a lot." "That's why I do it." Simon's mouth went dry. "I think I need another drink," he said. "Not for me," said Cody, "I think I need something to eat." "Shall we go somewhere else?" asked Simon. "I'm following a pretty strict diet, so I can't really eat out." "Do you eat steak? I have some steaks at home. I could cook steaks." Cody smiled. "That sounds perfect!"

Part 8 Because they were standing at the door I was able to see them from a distance. Wally snapped out of it first and said its leg day today but hopefully my third leg wouldn’t get in the way and mess up the workout. Cool, I started to walk towards them and the 3 were just watching as my pecs bounced with every step I took along with my cock moving and swinging as well. I held my hand out expectantly for my pre-workout morning beverage and they placed a large gallon in my hand. Some kind of way to their surprise and my own I was able to reach my mouth with ease and started chugging the whole thing down. I don’t know what got into me, well I do know what is within me but still while I was chugging I inadvertently began flexing my free arm to show off how big my peaks have grown. I couldn’t see them but I heard some slight moans so I figured they were trying to adjust themselves before we started working out. After I finished, I bounced my pecs a few times in acceptance of the meal and we began to head to the workout space for a killer leg workout and just like with everything else the pump was insane, the post meal, shower, and next morning were all the same. I felt like I was finally where I belonged like this was supposed to be my life. The being was silent for a while and the clothes that were laid out were still where they were on day 1. There wasn’t a need for clothes for me in here, this was my space. Besides Wally, Dusty, and Ralph, didn’t mind working out with me being fully naked, as they were able to help my form by seeing the muscle contract uninhibited and even joined in on the naked workout experience. Their favorite part of the day was showering because I needed help to reach certain well all areas due to my ever growing size. But even with all of this I was waiting for the day to come for the showdown with my cousin Jax and low and behold the day has finally arrived and man was he going to be in for a surprise. Dusty and Ralph were able to find my cousin, which to their surprise as they didn’t know what to expect, had they not moved me along in their process Jax would have been larger than me and he apparently was still impressive. Not as large as them but he could potentially keep up with them during a workout. They told Jax how they heard about the competition between he and I and how they were friends of mine and had a space setup a space for the 2 of us to show of to see who was the biggest and the best. Unbeknownst to Jax the being within me reached out to him and made him agreeable to everything that Dusty and Ralph were saying as if it were just normal conversation and began to pack his stuff for the show. Comparatively speaking, Jax put on some decent size and mass. He was a nice solid 237lbs and had a nice physique. Apparently he was watching videos about mens physique competitions because he had board shorts on and was going to approach this competition like that. They all arrived at my new home and saw an outdoor pavilion surrounded by trees and directed Jax to a side building for him to change and pump up in. He started heading that way and stopped to turn around and asked if I was here already to which they said yes and I was getting ready as well. Jax nodded and headed into the space. Put on the shorts and did a couple of light exercises to make his muscles really stand out along with his vascularity. He thought about the size of the building across the way and tried to figure out what could be housed inside but couldn’t dwell on the thought too much longer as he got an alert that the competition was about to begin and for him to come out on stage first since he was the older cousin. Jax smiled and made his way outside. Dusty and Ralph were at a table with pens and paper to jot down stats and Wally was on stage in a tank and leggings ready to measure. Jax saw Wally and how big he was and was impressed comparatively speaking that he was at least able to stand next to this big man and at least pumped up make it appear as if he wasn’t that much smaller than Wally. With a smirk on his face and doing a quick double bicep pose Jax asked where is his cousin? The time for running is over to come on out and face his Big Cuz Jax!

Chapter Five When you’re working day in and day out of a restaurant, there is a certain sacrifice that you have to make. Not only do you have to become thick-skinned and let certain imbeciles talk down on you, but your physical aura gets damaged. I typically do my job in the same uniform every day of a workweek. Then the following week will consist of a different set of a black shirt and black pants combo. This cycle will continue to repeat itself until my laundry day arrives. Certain smells of frying oil, raw meat, and alcohol are ingrained in the fibers of your clothes as you walk around for several hours each shift. One may ascertain that your clothes are then imposed to collect a week’s worth of horrid smells. And unfortunately for Tony, this day was the culmination of that pent-up stink. “Are you nervous about me seeing you naked?” Tony asked. In no way was I nervous of him seeing me naked. His endearing demeanor flattered me to the core. I desired to be naked with Tony. I desired to enhance the energy that we’ve created. “No that’s not it,” I cringed. “I just kind of…?” “Have a gut?” Tony was treading lightly. I could sense that he genuinely did not want to ruin the moment. “‘Cause if you do then there’s absolutely no issue with that.” “It’s not that,” I explained smiling and lowering my voice in shame, “I just kind of stink?” He let out a slight chuckle and breathed heavily over my face. My hands remained resting on the curvature of his plump muscled ass. He brought me in closer to his concrete chest, allowing me to bask in the sweaty scent emanating from his skin. “Well, I guess we’ll just need to take a shower then, won’t we?” He cheekily muttered. He picked up the bathrobe belt from the floor, undid the loops, and wrapped it around my neck, lassoing me into his embrace. Like a leashed dog he escorted me upstairs toward the second floor. The water pressure punched the bathroom floor powerfully. A warm steam began to douse the room, slowly fogging up the mirror by the sink. The reflection in the mirror catches my attention. It changes your definition of "big" to be standing next to Tony, a towering mountain of muscle. I'm the tallest of all my coworkers, which says a lot because I'm about as tall as a refrigerator. Tony smiles as he peers at me through the mirror. His massive frame is far larger than mine. As he puts his arms around me and runs his kisses over my neck, the buttons on my shirt come loose. He groaned, "You see that, Danny? You see all of this muscle?" I let out a deep groan as his pecs started to bounce and press against my upper back. We stood shirtless next to each other, a distinct tone between his caramel skin and my dull complexion that did not receive any sunlight. His shredded stout was brilliantly accentuated by the steam in the air. His abs were all shiny and looked like they had just come out of the oven. The veins in his arms were all glittering with vascularity. His teardrop-shaped quads seemed three times larger due to their roundness. He bounced his nipples teasingly, his thick chest dripping water from them. “Flex for me Danny,” he said. I laughed nervously not even trying to raise my arms. “C’mon!” He sneered. My biceps curled to the best of my ability. Tony then flexed his biceps letting out a large sound. “Yeah, baby!” He clamored. “Look at this shit!” I turn to feast my eyes on his biceps only to realize that they perfectly encircled the size of my face. Up, down, side to side, all I saw was impenetrable muscle. As a bead of water skittered over his peak, my mouth dropped open in delight. “Go ahead,” he said, “lick it.” Without hesitation, I ravaged his skin with my tongue. Like a dog that was excited to see you, an endless lather of saliva spewed on his skin. I was elated. “Fuuuuuuck yes Danny worship my shit!” Tony moaned. Taking control of my head, he grasped the back of my hair like Remi from Ratatouille while I dragged my tongue back and forth across his arm. I had no idea who I was. Just tasting the dewy sweat off his skin was sending me into an out-of-body experience. “That's it, baby, clean my armpits with your hot fucking tongue!" he growled. Before I had a chance to contest he buried my face deep into his musky armpit. The strong odor pierced through my nostrils and permeated my brain. A smell so potent yet so carnal it begged to be adored. I swiveled my head deep into his pungent pit, lapping it up with my tongue. The taste was bitter, but the instinctive desire to do as he says charged blood that shot straight to my dick. “Hell yes,” Tony moaned thunderously, “suck on my tit baby!” My lips guzzled his bust. Every time my tongue touched the tip of his nipple, muscles stiffened in ripples. I enjoyed playing with his senses. I kept sucking as my hands tightened around his pecs. Not even both of my hands were able to fully clench one of his pectorals! He took off my pants and guided us into the water stream. Rivers of Tony’s competition tan began to wash off, leaving us standing on top of murky water. “Grab the bar soap behind you,” he said. The soap frothed between my fingers after a few seconds of rubbing. My hands squeezed deep into each ridge of his body. Even lathered in soap, the creases of his muscles were still seen. “Fuck,” I let out. “You like that shit?” He smiled. “Fuck yeah!” I gawked. “Don’t forget my back,” he turned around. The water spurted out his upside-down Dorito-shaped back and splattered off his round ass like a cascade. I press in and out while stroking his ass cheeks. My fingertips just touched the edge of his hole. All of a sudden, he playfully compresses his muscular ass, closing down on my fingers much like a Venus fly trap. “Careful,” Tony laughed menacingly,” I may not let you go!” I ran my fingertips around the edge of his scabious hole. He was completely unpigmented. This man was flawless, even when it came to the shitter. “You ever eaten ass before?” He asked. “Never,” I said. “Go ahead,” he assured. I was inches away, just pondering. I was unsure of what to think. What happens if I decide against this and the moment is ruined? What happens if he gets turned off by my reaction? There was only one way to find out. I gave his raunchy asshole a good whiff. The smell was peculiar, but the scent etched inches from his ball sweat, blending into an aroma that was so distinct yet so sensual. Impulsively, my tongue rolled out of my mouth. Every drop of dank, the ridges of its circumference, and every hair brushed against my tongue. Very quickly, my brain turned to mush, inhibiting all of my senses. My entire body was in a place so sublime, the addicting flavor fusing inside of my mouth discharged the sweetest hypnotic taste. “Fuck yes, Danny!” Tony elated. “Keep licking my hole just like that baby!” My tongue swiveled side to side in every shape of the matter. It shoveled through the entry up and down, in and out. Its only use was to please. Tony began to stroke his cock and said, "Your tongue is so fucking magical babe, keep that shit going and I might let you lick something else." His hips gyrated in circles around my mouth. The bottom of his balls bounced against my chin. Pools of saliva lubricated the in-between. Tony's groans were growing louder and more savage by the moment, which just encouraged me to lick more. Our moans were singing in unison with each graze of my tongue. This symphony of desire was abruptly interrupted by a loud knocking at the door. Damn it. “Let me go check it out,” Tony said as he turned the water off. The knocking continued habitually. With a towel wrapped around his waist, he made his way downstairs, leaving a trail of drops on the ground. The front door creaked open followed by a slight mumbling then…laughing? Tony laughed, but why? After toweling myself dry, I tippy-toed up close to the door frame's edge. I gave the entrance door a quick glimpse of my head. Tony opened the door and turned to face me. “Danny, look who happened to drop by!” He grinned. Two bulky boots cuffed over a midnight blue uniform as he waddled in. His blue eyes were laser-focused on me, and in shock, they peeled back to disclose the white around them. Both of us stood dumbfounded. Because who might be entering Tony's house? That's right—it was none other than Officer Cooper.

The Strongman Part 2 by Shinji86 The crowd's anticipation of what was to come made the room feel like there was electricity in the room. Everyone's eyes are on the stage, watching the assistants getting a dip belt out, and placing plates close to Alexi. “Ladies and gentlemen, are you ready for a display of pure, raw, animalistic power?” The tattooed slut ringmaster asked. “ Well get strapped in. Alexi is about to lift more weight with his cock than anyone in this room could squat” With this the assistants strapped the apparatus around Alexis god cock, then started to load plate after plate onto the chain, they stopped once there were ten thick plates on the chain. “He is going for a new personal best tonight, 10 plates. These are not the usual plates that you would use in your local gym though, these are 50kg Goliath calibrated plates” Audible gasps went around the crowd “That right, that's 500kg, now let's hear some noise and cheer Alexi to get this insane feat” The crowd erupted in cheers of “Come on Alexi” “Let's go” and “Yeah get it”. Alexi placed his arms behind his head and then started to flex. His whole body was straining, abs popping, pens striated to hell, quads tensing looking like an anatomy chart. His face is red with exertion, jaw flexing, neck thickening wider than his head, pipe-like veins running down it into his trap, which are pushing his ears. And then there was his cock, the veins sprouting like tree roots, the whole thing thickening, striations in his pelvis. Legitimate freak show. Then the sound of the plates moving. The crowd became incensed at this, cheering loader, screaming like wild animals. Everyone standing up, men's cocks visibly hard, women tweaking their nipples or rubbing their dripping pussies. Inch by inch, the massive weight was moved by Alexi’s monstrosity. He started screaming and moaning once the cock got three-quarters of the way up. People were openly masturbating to this display of wild masculinity. “FFFUUUUUUCCCCCKKK” Alexi screamed as the cock reached the top of the rep, the phallus pointing directly up in the air. The crowd going insane, screaming, moaning, cumming at the display of insanity. Alexi then flexed a massive double bicep shot, screaming “YYYYYEEEEESSSSSSSS”, cum pumping out of his cock like a firehose, drenching the entire audience.

6th of December What do we have for today in our Muscle Growth Advent Calendar ? Nothing less than a very hot story by the talented @FallenAway and coincidence of the calendar this story is also featuring a guy named Gabriel, what are the odds ? haha Stay tuned for updates because a new author is entering the game ! who might that be ? come to discover it tomorrow Gabriel Displays His Assets by @FallenAway The lonely housewives of Lake Forest didn't pay Gabriel $500 an hour because he was good at hanging Christmas lights. In fact, he didn't even try to do a good job. He knew they were happy to stand back and watch him work in a pair of well-worn Levi's that were a few squats away from bursting. Those jeans were the centerpiece of his very successful marketing strategy. The view from the back convinced all the neighbors to hire him as soon as possible, regardless of his exorbitant hourly rate. Meanwhile the view from inside the house was driving his customer into a lustful frenzy. By the time Gabriel fastened a few crooked strings of lights to the front of the house, the lady of the house would peel off a layer of clothing, shuffle into the yard like a starving zombie, and invite him into her kitchen to get a taste of her "Christmas cookies." Gabriel always accepted. He especially liked it when there were actual cookies involved, as he was frequently hungry. But he wouldn't have much time to eat once he shed his winter coat and revealed the thickly muscled torso that matched his thickly muscled legs. He had mastered the art of the seductive stretch, with hands clasped and arms extended overhead, ensuring that the hem of his inadequate t-shirt would be dragged above two or more rows of abdominal muscles. His abs were then thrown into high relief with a gentle twist of his hips and a casual flex of his tight, fat-free core. He liked to finish by using his right middle finger to scratch an apparent itch in the lowest part of his unruly treasure trail. Gabriel's business analysis revealed that 62% of his customers tried to unwrap his hefty Christmas package before he was done with his little scratch. 23% fainted, 8% babbled incoherently until he shoved something into their mouths, 6% burst into tears, and 1% just... died. (Rest in peace, Mrs. Abernathy!) No matter how they reacted to his overwhelming physical presence, Gabriel took his time (he was being paid by the hour) to provide each woman with an array of erotic handyman services whether they ordered them or not. When they’d had their fill of his homemade eggnog and were close to passing out from exhaustion, he made sure they expressed their satisfaction with a five-star review on Yelp. But Gabriel went above and beyond the expectations of the most demanding suburban housewives. After leaving them sprawled on their ruined bedsheets, he took their smartphones and prepared for his favorite part of the job. If there were children in the household, he sent texts and arranged for them to stay with friends or grandparents after school. Then he texted the man of the house to say that he was needed at home immediately. If they balked, Gabriel made a vague reference to plumbing that needed to be snaked. (They had no idea they would be bringing that plumbing home with them.) When the worried husband rushed into his house to find an enormously muscled young man, naked, finishing up the last of what was supposed to be the man’s dinner, he was rarely able to articulate any of the questions in his head. Gabriel took advantage of that pause to stand up, towering at least a foot over most of their heads, and greet them politely: “Hello Mr. X, I’m Gabriel.” He would tug on his intimidating yule log a couple of times before extending the same hand for a businesslike shake. Most of them of them were conditioned to shake any hand that was offered, so they gripped it without thinking while Gabriel enjoyed their changing facial expressions. At the same time, they were hit with a wall of humid body heat and potent alpha musk that stripped away any of the authority they enjoyed as C-suite executives, doctors, lawyers, or investment bankers. They lowered their eyes and waited for instructions. “Your wife hired me to ‘clean out your garage’.” Gabriel always cocked an eyebrow when he said that, just in case the man was too clueless to recognize a euphemism when he heard one. (Some of them were still surprised when the cleaning began.) “She didn’t have enough cash in the house to pay me, so… do you need to go to an ATM, or would you like to use a card?” Gabriel pulled out his phone and plugged in a card reader. Anticipating their questions about the cost, he would size them up and squeeze an upper arm to evaluate their muscle tone. “You won’t last more than two hours, so, including your wife, that’ll be $2500 including the tip.” When 31% of the men expressed some kind of objection, Gabriel calmly flexed a bicep bigger than their heads and waited for their platinum cards to land in his outstretched hand. With payment out of the way, Gabriel introduced the men of Lake Forest to home maintenance services they didn’t know they needed. Their ‘drains’ were ‘snaked,’ as promised, and their ‘garages’ were cleaned out and rearranged until they had more space in them than they ever thought possible. (Some claimed that their farts echoed off the walls!) On top of that, he left them with a warm meal in their distended bellies before he gently carried them to their beds and laid them next to their sleeping wives. Gabriel stayed just long enough to eat all the remaining food in the house before he locked the door on his way out. A stranger driving around Lake Forest during the holiday season would be surprised by the number of houses with poorly hung Christmas lights. “Surely they can afford better services,” they might say. But those who lived and worked there began to notice that everyone seemed happier and more relaxed. Shop owners and clerks commented that their customers were less irritable. Tips increased by 25%. Bosses were nicer to their employees. Workaholics went home earlier to spend more time with their families. And the name Gabriel was often overheard in quiet conversations between friends, neighbors, and colleagues. Gabriel made enough money to buy a private island. But he didn’t. Large anonymous donations were made to food pantries and homeless shelters. No one seemed to know where Gabriel lived, but he was always around, often recommended, and surprisingly available to meet everyone’s needs whenever he was called. Inevitably, people began to say he was an angel. Whether they meant that literally or metaphorically, it was universally agreed that he had brought joy to the community, and that was all they needed to know. And that, boys and girls, is the legend of Gabriel, the angel who fucked some sense into the people of Lake Forest.

Part 1: 06/20 I ran across the sidewalk with my briefcase in hand. “Dammit, I’m so late.” I looked down at my phone, almost midnight. “I’m the worst husband ever.” I stumbled across many puddles and fell down in front of a lit up store front. I wiped some water off of my face as I sat up and looked at the bright neon sign. “The Sizemologist’s Caldron? I’ve never seen this here before,” musing to myself as I stood up. I looked at my phone and saw a text message light up across the screen. “Are you at least bringing ?” shined a text from a user named ‘Big Daddy’. “Cake? Cake! Shit, shit, shit! I forgot the cake!” I yelled as I wrapped my hands around my head. “Fuck, what am I gonna do?” I looked around and then back at my sizable butt in my work pants. “No, I did that last year. He deserves better for such a day.” I brought my phone down and looked into the windows of the dimly lit storefront. A light emitted from the very back of the store and I had to press my face up against the glass to see anything inside. My eyes scanned around the room until they focused in on a sign. ‘Eat Me & Drink Me’ read the sign and a smile grew across my face. “Hello! Hello!” I knocked on the window and saw some shadows move in the background. “I’m sorry! I know it’s late! I was just wondering if I could bother you to buy some sort of dessert? A cake perhaps?” I saw the outline of a very large man coming towards me. His silhouette seemed to only grow bigger as he strode closer to me. Not only did he tower over me, he sported one of the biggest guts I’d ever seen. As a light flickered on, the man’s features were revealed. In an extremely tight blue t-shirt that had ‘The Sizemologist’s Emporium’ stretched across it. As he leaned his head down to reveal a small beard and a head full of bushy blonde hair, he opened the door. “Sir, we’re open till Midnight, feel free to come in,” said the large man as he pulled the door open and stepped to the side. “Oh, uh…thanks.” I walked in and continued brushing water off myself. “Sorry I didn’t think you were open. It’s just the lights were off and I didn’t see anyone inside.” I said as I entered the shop. The room looked so much more spacious than I expected on the outside. I had to sidestep the big belly bulging out in front of the big man as it threatened to push me over when the big man swung it around to head towards the back. “Yeah, that’s my bad. The lights in here are on motion sensors at night. And normally I get up to turn them on, but I might’ve dozed off after I polished off a few pieces of sourdough bread. Woof, I really did some damage,” said the shopkeep as he patted his big belly. The ripples cascading over the blue fabric of the t-shirt. “I see, well I saw the sign from outside “Eat Me & Drink Me” and I was hoping you’d have some sort of dessert. A cake preferably.” I said and started walking over to the section. “That’s my newest section. Opened it up just a couple weeks ago. I’m Sam by the way. The Sizemologist. I run this shop,” said the shopkeep. I turned my head to see the big man smiling down at me. “Nice to meet you. I’m Dean,” I said and reached out to shake his hand. “And about the cake, I actually just sold my last cake earlier today. It was to a lovely couple celebrating their anniversary. Awe, they’re gonna have a fun night,” mused the shopkeep as he waddled past me toward a bar built into the wall. “But I have plenty of other desserts and treats for you to select from.” He lifted up an opening in the bar and squeezed his love handles through the sides as best he could. He started putting out plenty of desserts and pastries as I took a seat in the stool in front of him. Cookies all labeled with ‘Eat Me’ on them, brownies that had colorful sprinkles on top, and many selections of bread were set in front of me. I could even smell some more treats cooking in the back. “Take your pick.” “Wow, you’ve really got quite the selection here. It’s for my husband’s birthday. He loves cheesecake and I was really hoping to surprise him after I’ve been such a bad husband today.” “Oh I bet you couldn’t be that bad of a husband. You are buying your husband a cake for his birthday. That’s something,” said Sam as his head disappeared under the bar where he started rummaging around below. “Yeah, but this’ll be the one good thing I’ve done for him today. I was supposed to have today off, but I got called into the office for some emergency meeting that turned into a lot of work and I kept getting hit with project after project and I couldn’t get away from any of it until now. Almost midnight and I’ve barely spent any time with him today.” I wracked my head and shook some water from my fluffy brown hair. “You’re certainly feeling guilty and stressed about it if you’re willing to reveal that to a random customer service worker you just met,” said Sam as he came from the bar with a glass and a clear liquid in a beer sized bottle. “I’m sorry si-” “Sam, just call me Sam.” “I’m sorry Sam. I didn’t mean to put that all out on you. It’s just, my husband and I, we’ve been arguing a bit lately. And today just must feel like a punch in the gut to him.” I looked at Sam and he started putting ice in a shaker. “It’s okay. I understand, and I’ve been there. Marital troubles can be tricky. What’s got you two arguing?” I saw Sam polishing off the glass and setting it down in front of me. “You know, I really should get going. I’m already late enough as it is. I can’t have a drink right now. Maybe another time,” I said and started getting up from my seat. “Just stay and talk a moment. I promise it’ll be quick.” Sam grabbed a bottle cap opener and popped the top off. The smell from the beer hit me immediately and I froze in place. “Wow, that smells really good. Maybe I can stay for just one drink,” I sat back down in my chair and I heaved my briefcase onto the bar stool next to me. Sam had a satisfied smirk on his face as he poured the liquid into the shaker. “I thought this would change your tune. So, tell me, what’s the matter?” asked Sam as he started to shake up the drink. “It’s complicated. My husband has been a bit self conscious about his body as of late. He’s been trying to work out and grow his muscles out, but has been getting minimal results at best. He started off at maybe 120 pounds and 5 foot 7 and has only gained 10 pounds in almost a year,” I said as Sam poured the drink into the glass. “Well you seem pretty fit, big guy.” said Sam nodding to my pecs that protruded from my white button down shirt. “Maybe you could give him some pointers in the gym?” He slid the drink over to me and popped open a bottle for himself and started drinking it straight from the bottle. “That’s part of the problem. We started working out together. Before we got married, I was on the heavier side. And not in the muscly way I am now. I was fat. And just fat. No muscles. So we joined the gym together. He wanted to put on more size and I just wanted to reform my fat into muscle. I’ve succeeded so far, but he’s been not so successful.” I reached down to take a sip of my drink and my eyes nearly bulged out of my head. “Mmm this stuff is incredible! What is it?” “Made with a special rubber plant from South America, I call it “Stretchy Cider”,” said Sam as he took a swig of his own drink. “As for your husband, you shouldn’t feel guilty just because you have been seeing improvements and he hasn’t. That isn’t fair to your goals’ importance.” “I mean, sure. It’s just that I know we’ve both wanted this for a long time. We bonded a lot over fitness and wanting to grow bigger before we even committed to the gym. And we’re both sorta size queens so that plays a factor into this too. I know he wants to be a massive man with muscles all over his body and he knows I want that for him too. He just puts so much pressure on himself and I hate to see him do it. And I hate being one of the causes of it too,” I said as I took another sip of my drink. Sam gave me a morose look and put his hand on my shoulder. “I’m sorry Dean. That does not sound like a fun environment to be living in.” I hung my head and let out a long sigh. “It is a bit of a toxic web we’ve sown as a foundation for our relationship. And that’s only half of it. He’s been really wanting to have kids lately. And I get it. He’s turning 40. He’s not getting any younger. But we can’t get our finances together to get a kid since it costs so much to have a single child as a gay couple. Let alone the cost to raise one. I bet with our salaries, we could have tons of kids. We’re just gay men so we can’t afford to have kids in the first place.” “I see. Well Dean, it’s your lucky day. I think I have a great birthday gift from you to your husband. Be right back.” Sam did a quick about face, leaving his fat body wiggling for a second or two after, and walked through a door to what I assumed was the back. I looked down at my phone and it read 11:55p.m. “Shit Connor is gonna kill me,” I said through gritted teeth as I brought the drink up to my lips and started chugging the whole thing. “I’ve got just the thing for you. Here’s this muffin I have. It’s for a special promotion I’m doing this week. This is a muffin that helps people be the biggest person in any room,” said Sam as he placed a red velvet muffin down right in front of me with star shaped sprinkles on top. “I don’t know, a muffin on his birthday? That doesn’t sound like the best thing to bring home to a probably very upset husband,” I said as I looked down at the muffin. Sam brought a sparkling, extravagant yellow birthday candle out and pushed it into the top. “This’ll help set the mood. Trust me, he’ll love it.,” said Sam as he started getting a bag out for it. “Alright, I guess I’ll take it. It’s not like I have many other options,” I said and reached for my wallet. “How much for the muffin and the drink?” “Just $5 for the muffin and the drink is on the house. Just come and thank me after you have your kids.” Sam winked at me and slid the bag forward. “Thank you Sam. You are too kind. I hope this works.” I pulled a $5 bill out of my wallet and grabbed the bag and my briefcase. “Sorry to keep this short, but I’ve gotta run. Thanks again!” I darted towards the door and Sam waved me off. “Not a problem Dean! You two have fun tomorrow!” yelled Sam as I walked out the door. I tilted my head at the tomorrow part, but kept running towards home. I looked down at my phone, 11:55 still. “Damn, he said it would be quick, but I wasn’t thinking that.” I kept running until I got to our apartment building. I bursted through the doors and hit the up button to the elevator repeatedly. With a ding, the doors looked like they were moving at a snail’s pace to open up. I tapped my foot and hurried in the elevator just to stand and press the close door button repeatedly in hopes it would go faster. I went up floor by floor over what took an eternity. “Come on. Come on.” With another ding, the elevator started to open up into our apartment on the top floor. I emerged from the elevator to see a short man with his hands crossed across his chest. “Finally home from work. And it’s not midnight yet. Congrats babe. You didn’t miss all of my birthday,” said the man as he walked away from me into the kitchen. “Connor, look I’m sorry. I didn’t think that this one meeting would take away our entire day!” I followed him into the kitchen until I stopped in my tracks as he swiveled on his feet to get up in my face despite his much shorter stature. “Today was supposed to be our day. I wanted to spend a lovely birthday with my husband, but it was one thing after another, again. And I get pushed to the side for your career, again. Why would I think today would be any different than any other day,” said Connor as he stormed off through the house away from me. “Please babe. I’m sorry. I just had to stay. I kept trying to get away, but they wouldn’t stop pulling me into meetings “I had to be in”.” I used my fingers to make air quotes around those words and followed him into our bedroom. “Connor, stop running from me. Can we just celebrate a little late? I did bring home a dessert for you.” I fumbled to set my briefcase down then tear open the bag Sam had given me. “I didn’t get anything for me, but I was thinking that could be part of my punishment.” Connor turned around and saw the birthday muffin I was holding. “Is that a muffin? I think I’d prefer you just give me your ass instead.” I shrugged and then wrung my head. “Connor, I’m so, so sorry. I’ve been the worst husband lately. And especially today of all days.” I walked past Connor and sat on the king sized bed in our bedroom. “I had forgotten to get you a cake and could only find this one little shop open and all they had left that you would have liked was this.” I sighed and set the muffin down on the bedside table. I could see in Connor’s face that his anger was slowly simmering down. “You’re not the worst husband in the world,” he said as he sat down on the bed with me. “I just feel like our lives have been drifting in two different directions these past few months.” We both sat there in silence for what felt like an eternity. “Yes, we are. But I don’t want us to be,” I reached for his hand and I could see tears welling up in his eyes. “I don’t either. I just feel like sometimes I can’t even talk to you about it. Some days, despite living in the same apartment as you, I never see you. You’re always at the office, or at the gym, or when you’re home, you just go into your study and don’t come out all day playing your games.” Connor had a couple of tears running down his face as we continued to sit in silence. “I’m sorry. I’ve been so wrapped up in work. Ever since that promotion last year, I just can’t get away from the office sometimes.” I put my hand on Connor’s thigh and squeezed it. “Why did you even take that promotion? You hated your job before you took it. And now it’s just gotten worse. And it’s not like we need the money. We live in a penthouse apartment in the city. While it is expensive, I make more than enough to cover it alone. That and just about all of our other living expenses. I just don’t understand why you do this job that I know you aren’t happy in.” Connor stopped his long winded question to me and I paused again. “Because I thought you wanted kids, babe. I have been busting my ass so we could afford to have some kids,” I said and Connor gave me a weird look. “Honey, we could have kids tomorrow if we want. At least start the process. Our savings account is filled with the child fund. You know this. You helped set it up with me. We even used the fund already and it’s grown the money back. This is something else.” I looked into Connor’s big brown eyes and my heart just melted. “It’s because I’m afraid.” “Afraid? Afraid of what honey.” “Afraid that we had grown too far apart to come back together again. I didn’t want to come home and face the silence and coldness that I would’ve sat in with you.” I blurted out as I started to cry as well. It was Connor’s turn to think on my words. “I knew we had been growing apart and I didn’t want to face it. But now I see running from my problem only makes it even harder to deal with.” “You took the job so you wouldn’t have to deal with me?” asked Connor. “No. No! Not at all babe. It wasn’t to deal with you. I did it cause I thought that’s what I needed. To be thrown into my work. After trying and failing to have a child and going through the painstaking process of venting and paperwork of in vitro just to have no results was heartbreaking. I couldn’t handle it.” The tension in the room could be cut with a knife as I sobbed quietly into my hand. “I understand that babe. After the surrogate failed to have any eggs that attached, I also was feeling broken. But I needed you. My husband. And you ran away to your terrible job.” Connor began to join me in crying. “I’m so sorry Connor. I was being selfish with my reaction to the news. I was doing what I needed to do to protect my own feelings. And as your husband, I needed to be there for you too.” “It’s okay. We each have our own coping mechanisms. I know that about us. This is just the first time it’s hit us so hard. I don’t think we could’ve prepared ourselves for this one,” said Connor as he put his hand on mine. “But I think we know what’s happening now. For the first time in over a year.” I cracked a smile amidst my tears and went in to hug Connor. “We are. I don’t think we really talked about what we wanted to do going forward after failing to have a kid the first time. Do you think we could do it?” “Dean, I have never had any doubt in my mind that when we become parents, we will raise beautiful children. However I do think that we need to have a lot more love in the home before we bring a child into it.” We looked into each other's eyes and hugged each other. We held each other and just breathed for a moment. We hadn’t had this much physical contact in months. “Same to you Connor. You’re gonna make a wonderful dad.” I pushed his body away to kiss him and it was like fireworks went off. This was the first time I had felt something around him in months. “I do hope we’ve begun to rekindle that love today.” “I think so. We’re definitely headed in the right direction.” Connor leaned back in and we shared a passionate kiss. I felt his hand pressing into my chest and he gripped my pecs. “And I don’t think we’ve done anything with your new body since we’ve started working out.” “Yeah and we haven’t done anything with yours either big daddy,” I smiled and kissed Connor back only to feel him lose steam part of the way through. “Uh huh, like I have any progress to show,” said Connor as he kept massaging my pecs over my shirt. “But you have babe. You’ve slimmed up since working out and now you’re starting to put on more muscle,” I went to grab at his chest but he flinched when I did. “Babe, I just spilled my guts about my tough feelings. Maybe tonight we just get all of our feelings out in the open.” “What feelings? I’m fine, babe. We were just about to have sex for the first time in forever. I’m great!” Connor started to kiss me violently and pounced onto me. Forcing me to lean back on our bed with him on top. “Hun, you’re talking to the king of not talking about things that bother me.” He broke the kiss and rolled off me. “Spill it babe.” Connor looked at me as we both lay on the bed together. “I can’t get big. I can’t be the big man of my dreams and I definitely can’t be the big man of your dreams.” “Okay, what do you mean by that?” “The gym isn’t working to get me bigger.” “And I don’t have a problem with that. Everyone’s bodies are different and gain size in different ways.” “Oh Dean, stop beating around the bush. The entirety of our relationship was based off of our shared love for growth. You remember all of the role playing we did back in the day. Do you remember that one where you were the sweet scientist and me, your science experiment that got huge. I wanted that for you.” Connor sat up and put his elbows on his knees and head on his hands. I followed suit soon after. “Connor, those were fantasies. And while they were hot at the time of doing them, I don’t really care about them now. And I definitely never expected you to get THAT big. Babe at one point we said you were over 100 feet tall and many tons of muscle. No one has even come close to that big before.” “I know, but maybe if I thought that maybe if I did get bigger, it would help us rekindle that spark.” I brought my arm around him and pulled him in close to me. “Well after tonight I hope you can put that idea out of your head since we might not be past our differences, but we are on the road to recovery.” I leaned in and kissed the short man. We sat on the bed in silence for a long time. Just me holding Connor in my arms. “I did however mention to the guy that sold me the muffin that you were having some issues in the gym and he assured me that the muffin makes men feel like they’re the biggest one in the room.” “What does that even mean? And you were talking to a random baker about that?” “I don’t know. I assumed it had a bunch of calories in it or something. But yeah. I did kinda vent to him for a sec cause I felt so guilty about how bad of a husband I was being.” I stand up and open up a drawer in the night stand to reveal a lighter. “At this point I’ll try anything to make me grow,” said Connor as he got up and stood beside me. “But that cupcake is so small, what are you going to eat?” “Think of it as a punishment to myself for being so late and forgetting to pick up a cake today.” I started to light the candle that was on top of the muffin and presented it to Connor. “Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday dear Connor, Happy Birthday to You.” Connor gave me a cheesy smile and blew out the candle. “Thanks babe. Despite all of the drama I couldn’t have wished for a better 40th birthday,” said Connor as he started eating the muffin. “Feliz cumpleaños mi amor. Did you make a wish?” “Of course. I always make a wish. You can’t not make a wish. But I’m not gonna tell you.” Connor continued to eat his muffin and was delighted by how good it tasted. “You don’t need to tell me until it comes true.” “Well then I can tell you what I wished for last year?” “What?” “You.” I smiled at Connor and leaned down to give him a big kiss. “I’m glad I granted your wish then. I just hope I can grant this one for you too.” We kissed a couple more times before we sat down on the bed. We began to make out, small moans escaping our lips as we did. “You definitely can babe. But actually,” Connor paused our kiss and let out a long yawn, “I’m feeling really tired all of a sudden. Think maybe we can pick this up in the morning?” Connor began to lie back in bed onto his pillow and tapped the one beside it. “Sure babe. Screw work if they call me in. I’m gonna spend tomorrow with my husband.” I climbed over to my side of the bed and got under the covers with Connor. “Thank you Dean. I would love that as a birthday present. As well as snuggling with you tonight,” said Connor as he wrapped his arms around my body as I faced the opposite way. “Goodnight Dean.” “Goodnight Connor.”

4th December On this 4th day of Muscle Growth Advent Calendar ... another growing giant ! how lucky hehe Today's story is brought to you by @FallenAway Tell us your thought and see you tomorrow When Martin bought a bag of fresh mistletoe from a street vendor, he had no idea his sweet, shy boyfriend would have an allergic reaction to it. He felt terrible when Kevin's whole body started to swell! But after he burst out of his clothes and the swelling stopped, they both had a feeling this would be their best Christmas ever!

3rd December We are now at Day Three of the Muscle Growth Advent Calendar Today's unveiling brings an amazing story by @LukeXL once again Tell us if you enjoy it and stay tuned for tomorrow update It was just a little tree. It was only about 5 feet tall. But it was the biggest tree that would fit in the car, and it was the biggest tree that would fit in the elevator, and it was the biggest tree that would fit in the apartment, so it was the biggest tree that Mark could get. He dragged it into the living room and stood it up in the corner. He was so excited to have a tree in his apartment for the first time. He'd never had a tree before, because he'd never had someone to share it with. But now he did! Our first Christmas together! "Babe, I'm home!" he shouted. "I got the tree!" A creaking sound came from the bedroom, and then rumbled down the hallway before Brad, eight feet tall, appeared in the doorway, his enormous t-shirt and sweatpants straining to cover his muscles. He rubbed his eyes. "I sleepy," he said. Mark smiled. "I know, babe. You've been working so hard. But I thought you'd like to see the tree." "Tree!" said Brad, suddenly awake. He crouched down and squeezed himself sideways through the doorway. "It so pretty!" "Yes, you decorate it, and I'll make us some cocoa," said Mark. Brad grinned. "I love cocoa!" Mark made two mugs of cocoa according to his usual recipe: Three teaspoons of cocoa powder, two teaspoons of sugar, a sprinkle of cinnamon. Stir together and slowly add milk while stirring into a thick chocolate paste. Then gradually add more milk until it's a smooth liquid. Microwave for 2 minutes. Add 5 drops of Ingenti muscularis Amazonis extract to Brad's mug. Add marshmallows. Serve. He hadn't worried about the side effects when he'd started supplementing Brad's food with the extract back in June. He knew the growth would be spectacular, something both he and Brad wanted. And anyway, Brad was so smart, what was a little bit of cognitive loss in exchange for such size and muscularity? Mark chuckled to himself, watching the enormous man so amused and confused by the tree decorations. Brad had been disappointed when he'd had to give up his job at the hedge fund. He just couldn't make sense of all the numbers anymore. But now he was so big he couldn't even get out of the apartment building anyway. Now he was just Mark's stay-at-home muscle monster. With a heart of gold. "Here you go, babe," said Mark, handing Brad his mug of cocoa. "I love you Markeeeee!" said Brad, wrapping his enormous arms around Mark and lifting him onto his lap. "You the bestest!"

Chapter 16 - Strength channelled In freefall towards the massive garden-ledge-balcony of the luxury apartment carved in the mountain, Mo already started feeling his body reacting to the thick dark cum, and his muscles expanding and thickening, and his bones and joints reinforcing. All he needed was a little help. He realised very well that the crushing beating received from Milos contributed extremely well not only in making his body explode in power, but also to making it happen faster, and stronger. The fresh air was whooshing around his massive 140-kilo frame, and for a few seconds he enjoyed that sensation. Once he reached the garden on the balcony, Mo hit with extreme violence a low bush and some garden furniture, smashing everything flat on the ground. The impact was so violent that he felt like his whole body shattered, and he immediately lost consciousness. His frame sustained the hit quite well though, and only a few small bones broke, with many cuts visible all over his body and the white T-shirt ripped in many places. The young security guy was just inside when he heard a massive slam coming from outside, and as he jumped out, he saw the silhouette of someone near the fountain, some crazy dude who must have jumped from above. He hesitated for a moment and then screamed calling the other guards. “Mike! Tony! Come out, now!” After calling his peers, Dave approached the guy, to check what happened. He was horrified to witness such a thing, he was a newbie in the company and he still didn’t have much experience. They gave him a gun and asked to protect the owner of the apartment. He had a muscled body, strong enough to scare the average Joe and was determined enough to get some dodgy security gigs. Mike and Tony were a different story. Mike had a few years of experience and being an ex powerlifter, he had a nice body and some serious strength, so he was a strong protector who was teaching Dave the ropes. Tony was the real master, he was not only obsessed with training and growing, but he had a record of so many killings, and most of them done with his bare hands, that his name meant terror in anyone he approached. His sheer size and lethal muscles were something his boss liked a lot. He wasn’t just hired to kill, he was also an object of pleasure as the boss was a muscle addict, who absolutely loved to feel that massive body muscles and not just that…Tony had an incredibly huge cock too. For the boss this was his getaway apartment, secretly carved out of a mountain, as a rich guy in his position could afford. The three guards were always around him to protect from any possible danger. Mike reached Dave and they both inspected the large body who smashed flat the bush and the furniture outside. “Fuck Dave, not again, another idiot who fell down? Maybe trying to sneak inside?” “I don’t think so Mike, look he only has some shorts and a Tshirt, he looks like a tourist, no weapons, not even shoes, I think he just fell! I think he’s dead? Let me check.” Dave carefully felt the neck of the guy, realising how thick this guy was…feeling his veins in the neck, he felt a pulse. “Fuck, he is still alive! Thank God! What do we do? Shall we bring him inside?” “Sure, let’s bring him in, we need to tell the boss but not now, I don’t wanna hear him telling us off again, we were meant to check and ensure no one was around, on top of the hill remember? You clearly didn’t look at the cameras” “Ok let’s keep it quiet for now, but let’s go inside, you grab his feet, I will grab his arms, let’s lift him up” They realised the man was not average, Mike grabbed his thick, long feet and his super thick ankles, Dave grabbed his arms and they felt like…legs.. With some effort and putting their muscled body to the test, they lifted Mo and slowly carried him inside. As they lifted him up, Mo started to feel himself again. Groggy for the fall but woken up by the lift, he started to gain consciousness and slyly had a glance at his victims, without letting them know that he was actually awake. He also felt a jolt of energy in his body and the bones cracking and snapping back into place. He was growing, and getting stronger, again. Dave heard some snaps but worried that they were caused by them moving him. As they approached the entrance to the apartment, Tony was on the door. His powerful frame was blocking all the way. “What the fuck is this shit. Let me see. You guys are in trouble.” He approached Mo and grabbed him by his armpits, relieving the other two goons from the burden. Lifting Mo up like a doll, his thick strong feet dangling off the floor, Tony was exerting some effort, which normally would not be the case. “Fuck me, this guy is huge, I can barely lift him. Let’s put him inside in the room” Tony dropped Mo on the big sofa in the lounge. “Ok Dave you look after this idiot, if he wakes up, give him some water, then we will have to kick him out. He’s probably just a tourist. Mike, make sure the boss doesn’t find out otherwise we are in trouble. I’m just gonna check the cameras to make sure that he is not with some company” With that, he locked the door behind and left Dave in the room alone with the passed out Mo on the sofa. The Tshirt was so ripped his pecs were visibly and powerfully pumped, his nipples visible, and his legs covered in small cuts but looking as huge as ever. Dave was looking at the body thinking how could that guy be so big and although he was straight, he was feeling a sense of lust for those big muscle masses. Mo felt it and also felt a stir in his body. His chest shuddered and creaked. His whole chest expanded slightly. He grew. For the spasm caused, he moved and coughed, and opened his eyes, revealing that he was awake. Dave gasped at the sight and came close by “Fuck man are you ok? We brought you inside, you fell from up above, not even sure how you survived, must have been the bush helping you in the impact. Water?” “<cough>... yes , please thanks.” - Mo grabbed the glass and downed it instantly. His body shuddered again, now more violently, and the creaks and pops were stronger now. Another expansion, he felt his chest engorge with power and his muscles got a massive pump. He saw Dave look at him in shock, try to grab his arms and chest to help with his spasm and realise how huge and expansive his body was, and also how hard and solid…then instinctively he reached for the radio to call Mike or Tony. Mo was lightning fast and wrapped his mammoth hand around Dave’s which was wrapped around the radio. He started crushing. Dave felt Mo’s thick fingers tighten up fast like a hydraulic press and begin crushing the radio inexorably, a sudden crack confirming the radio was crushed and the pain in his hand was excruciating. Before he could scream and call for help, Mo’s other massive hand was firmly wrapped around his neck. His strong and calloused thumb pressing with raw strength into his windpipe. CRACK. Dave fell silent, his windpipe crushed, he could not speak and could barely breathe. He was visibly in shock and trying to process what happened. Slowly Mo raised up from the sofa and stood up revealing his whole massive, powerful and dangerous presence. He rose up way above the small man who was looking up in disbelief, thinking quickly on what to do, and perhaps…run! But Mo placed his hands on the guy’s shoulders, grabbed them firmly and lifted him off the floor. “Fuck, that seems so light what are you 80 kilo? Maybe 90 Kilo? Thinking you are kinda big huh, well let me show you what STRONG really looks” Mo dropped him on the floor and grabbed the remains of his white t-shirt and ripped it off, revealing a gigantic torso. He then quickly exploded in a massive double-bi pose, flaring out his lats tremendously and showing off two melon sized biceps and gargantuan triceps to go with. Then he relaxed, feeling his crotch and checking out his massive legs for a moment. Then he leaned forward, down to the guy and put his massive hands again on his shoulders, and leaning in near his ear he whispered “and this is what is feels like” His hands started crushing his shoulders, while his arms lifted him off again. With a sinister smile, he kept the guy lifted as he extended his thick arms, before starting to compress. His pecs writhed with power as the arms relentlessly compressed the guy. At first, he seemed to be squeezed like a cartoon, then Mo increased the power and the bones started shattering. The brutal compression continued until the guy was deformed and was crushed by the arab muscle bull, wet pops and cracks filling the room. Once the crushing was completed, Mo just placed him on the floor like a used toy. He then placed his massive bare foot on the guy’s chest and pressed. With his 140 kg of weight it was an easy job and he felt the bones break and his chest flatten under his bare foot. Then he walked towards the door, which was locked. Grabbing the handles and pulling demonstrated that his strength had improved. He pulled the door and it just tore it open like it was made of paper. Walking in the corridor, barefoot and bare chested, except for the sexy khaki shorts, Mo caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror and realised he was so much bigger. His cock stirred. He felt a noise from the toilets and went in, looking for another prey. As he smashed open the cubicle, Mike was sitting there. As he saw the mountain of muscle, he was in shock like Adam. As Mo zeroed on his target, completely taking all the space in the cubicle, he felt another, final shudder run through his body. “What the fuck man, what’s going on” Mike was in disbelief. He saw the massive chest expand, crack and reshape as the massive beast just grew a little more. Completely taken by his own sensation of massive muscle pump and growth, Mo grabbed the head of Mike in his massive hands. He looked down at his own massive package, containing the thick python, and commanded it to come alive for action. In a few seconds, the massive cock engorged and lifted up, tearing the front of the shorts and extending full length. While Mike looked in terror at the massive weapon,Mo pulled Mike’s head in and shoved his python down his throat. Then in a series of convulsions while his body was still growing and he felt the need to fuck, anything, right now, he pushed his cock hard down the guy’s throat, feeling tears and rips happening in Mike’s mouth. Then, something incredible happened. Mo felt his cock tense and engorging more, thickening up like an enormous weapon. Keeping the head in place, close to his crotch, he pushed all the thickening cock inside the mouth. As it kept growing he felt Mike’s jaw dislocate. Then in an eruption of power, Mo’s cock fired up and instantaneously pushed out the head, becoming several inches longer, smashing through the guy’s throat and neck, and coming out through the neck and behind the guy, perforating him and killing him instantly.. Mo erupted in a torrent of cum that hit the wall behind and sprayed everywhere. He then realised that his massive hands had crushed and destroyed the guy's head too. Dropping the guy down, he felt spent but energised at the same time. He walked out the cubicle and quickly rinsed in a nearby shower, then headed out looking for the last big man. As he was walking in a corridor, he came face to face with Tony. “What are you doing around here? If you are up and awake you should leave now, you can’t walk around like this” Mo looked at the guy and felt that finally he had a match for his strength. He stroked a double bi and gritted his teeth.” Man, let’s see who is the boss here, my muscles are not for show” and on that he hit Tony in the face with a slap so strong it would have killed an average man. Tony was shocked and he reacted violently “What the fuck man? That was a mistake.” he grabbed Mo in a bear hug, and lifted him off the floor, and started crushing him. “This is my hug, and it will be your last one” Mo let him do it and faked some groaning and screaming, then still in mid air he started laughing and without hesitation he expanded his chest and became dead serious while breaking Tony’s embrace. Once he got back to the floor he grabbed Tony’s hands and started to move them behind Tony, slowly. Tony was in shock and tried to resist but there was not a chance. Mo was just a lot stronger than him. Once his hands reached behind Mo crushed and lifted. His powerful lats delivered and crushed Tony’s chest like it was a paper box. The satisfaction for Mo was incredible, crushing that massive guy and feeling his huge body being crushed in his thick arms was hot as fuck. He then rolled on the floor and wrapped his thick legs around Tony’s. Compression was now total and the big muscleman was being totally crushed by Mo’s arms and legs. Like an animal destroying his prey, Mo did not spare anything and squeezed inhumanly powerfully until no more bones were broken. Then he let go and stood up, looking down at the unrecognisable shape, which once was that muscle man. His cock was at full attention, so Mo ripped off his shorts and went for another shower. Checking his huge body he realised that all the cuts were healed too and his perfect skin was glistening, full of power and hard as fuck. Then he went around and upstairs, looking for the boss, finally. He entered the steam room, fully naked, with a massive boner and the body of a morphed arab who just won mr. Olympia. As the boss was relaxing, unaware of the 140 (or more) kilo of muscle in the room with him, Mo waited for the steam to fade a bit. The boss saw the silhouette. “Oh Tony, I was waiting for you. Come here and give me your massage now”. TO BE CONTINUED

2nd December We're diving into Day Two of the Muscle Growth Advent Calendar Today's unveiling brings not one, but two fantastic stories to accompany our daily illustration. Show some love to the talented authors @LukeXL and @FallenAway Join us in the holiday spirit of creativity and muscle-inspired joy! Stay tuned for daily updates as we count down to the grand finale on December 24th. Let the enchanting muscle magic continue! Ugly Christmas Sweater contest by @FallenAway "Once again, Derek was baffled. No matter how hard he tried to compete in an Ugly Christmas Sweater contest, no one seemed to think his sweaters were ugly." Abuela's gift by @LukeXL "Jorge, welcome, come in out of the cold!" Jorge stepped into the house and gave his grandmother a hug. "It's so good to see you, Abuela!" "Oh, look how big you've got! Look everyone! Look at how big Jorge is!" The rest of the family looked up and gasped. Jorge was enormous! In the two years he'd been away in Norway, he'd packed on so much muscle. "Whoah, bro, you're huge!" said his cousin Eduardo. "What have they been feeding you up in the Arctic Circle?" Jorge laughed. "They feed us well, and the work is great, but there's very little to do up there after hours except work out and eat. Soo..." he pointed to his chest, "this happened." Eduardo laughed. "Well, you look great! I'm glad you're home for Christmas!" "Now, Jorge, you must be cold! Come, sit by the fire and have some hot chocolate!" said Abuela, leading him to the fireplace. "I knitted everyone sweaters for Christmas. Here," she said handing him a pink woolen bundle. "I made yours pink because I know you like pink." Jorge smiled. Ever since he came out to his family Abuela had been his biggest supporter, even if she didn't always understand all the details. He unwrapped the bundle and held out the sweater. It had a reindeer on it. "Because when you were little you always said you wanted to be a reindeer when you grew up!" said Abuela. "I'm afraid I might have made yours a bit small... I didn't think you'd grow this much." "Thank you Abuela, I love it!" said Jorge. "I'll put it on right now!" He went to the bathroom and took off his hoodie and shirt leaving only his thermal vest on. He carefully pulled the sweater on over his head, and then pulled it down over his chest and arms. It was a very tight, but it fit. He looked at himself in the mirror. He looked like a big, strong, pink reindeer. He smiled. It was like his childhood dream had come true. "What do you think?" he said, coming back into the living room. "Oh no, Jorge, it's too small!" said Abuela. "Look, it's all stretched out!" "No Abuela, it's absolutely perfect!" he said, kissing her on the cheek.

Hope you enjoy the start of a new story! Food of the Gods Part One “Vince!!” From across the bar, Mason shouted at the top of his lungs. Mason was sitting at a table in the corner, looking fairly content, if not almost jubilant, with a greasy hamburger, fries, and a half a beer in front of him. Taking off his black woollen hat, Vince crossed over to his table, not making eye contact with the bartender and servers who definitely wanted him drinking if he was taking up space. “Just the fella I wanted to see!” Vince extended his hand to Mason, but his friend grunted slightly and then hungrily picked up the hamburger instead of shaking Vince’s hand, and took a huge bite. “You texted me, Mason. You told me I had to meet you here..” “Sit down. Sit down. Want a beer?” Mason took another bite, practically forcing half of the burger into his mouth. “No thanks. Too many carbs. I’m good.” “It’s on me. Get a beer. Maybe you want a whiskey?” “Beer would be great.” As Vince loosened the scarf his mother had knitted him last year for Christmas, Mason waved his hand at the server and forcefully pointed to his beer. Vince imagined how much the server must loathe Mason’s non-verbal bar communication signalling he wanted another round. Mason was in the bar most nights, so Vince was sure the staff must be used to his demeanour, but it didn’t make it any less off putting. Once he had gotten the servers attention, Mason threw a handful of fries into his mouth and then looked Vince in the eyes. “Rumour on the street is that for the past four months you’ve been selling that legendary cock of yours for $50.00 blowjobs.” Mason always was a straight shooter. “Yeah, well, desperate times. Since I was cut loose due to cutbacks, I’ve been struggling a bit. Need to use what I got.” Vince wasn’t ashamed of what he had to do to make some money. He was just surprised the news had spread all over town so quickly, especially since he drove 40 miles into Wichita to hustle his ass. In the last two weeks, he had gone further than receiving blowjobs from patrons and had been fucking three to four different men or women a night. “Understandable. That’s why I thought of you when this fell into my lap the other day. Do you…”. Mason grew quiet as the Server came over to the table and deposited Vince’s beer. He didn’t speak again until he was far enough away. “Do you know what this is?” Mason dug into his pocket and removed a plastic bag which he held up for Vince. Inside was a handful of what Vince could only guess was dried corn. “Got me. Chicken feed? And if this is about raising turkeys again to sell for Christmas, I’m out. I still have scars on my hands and wrists from last time.” “We’re not going back to the turkey biz, Vince. This is going to be bigger. Much much bigger. What do you know about Professor Regwood?” “Who?” Vince took a sip of his beer as Mason hungrily finished off the last of his fries. “This was before your parents moved you here. I think he came to Tander around 1980… 1981.” Vince hated when Mason talked with his mouth full, but he couldn’t deny that his friend was a great storyteller. Sure, most of the things he came up with were bullshit… but it was always entertaining. “Apparently he’d been a chemistry professor or researcher… kind of like you…” “I am a chemistry researcher. The lab let me off like every other place in this area. If my mother wasn’t so sick, I’d move somewhere else and I’d be working again.” Vince didn’t know why he was defending himself to Mason. He didn’t know why their relationship was always competitive, but it was. “I’m not arguing with you, Vince. It’s the main reason I told you to meet me here. I’m just giving you some background. Professor Regwood was exactly that. A professor. He taught at University of California or Nevada before being thrown out for ‘unethical practices;’ whatever that means. I've done some research online and all mentions of him working at any university have been wiped clean, so I’m guessing whatever it was was pretty extreme.” Mason paused for a moment to close his eyes and probably gather his thoughts. Like an uncontrolled creature, his hand reached out for more fries, but the basket was empty. Upset, he flipped it over and grabbed for his beer. “He moved here without his wife or son. That’s still a mystery. I never even heard of them till about 5 years ago… long after Regwood was dead. I’ve discovered evidence of them both leaving California with him, but never arriving here to Kansas. I reached out to some relatives, but none of them were very close with her and had no clue or cared about her whereabouts “ “You ever think about joining the force or the FBI? You’re pretty good at this research shit.” Vince took another mouthful of beer and wished Mason hadn’t eaten all of his fries. He was starving and couldn’t afford to buy some of his own. “Unfortunately I was never fit like you are. They wouldn’t take me. Anyway… local legend…” “Local legend?” “Local legend has Regwood moving here to do research on something called Herkalor IV.” “How the hell you know all this?” “My grandfather, you remember him, he was chief of police. You know that. He used to tell me stories just before he died. Can I continue?” “Go on.” “This Herkalor IV was some alkaloid that would help create an extendable food source.” “A what?” “Damn! For being so friggin smart, you’re thick! It would grow livestock bigger. Bigger cows… bigger chickens… bigger pigs…” “I get it.” “Apparently, the initial testing was done on six chickens. My grandfather interviewed Mr Skinner who supposedly worked for Regwood with the feeding and care of them. He confirmed the stories. He said the chickens grew to about six times their original size and were totally healthy. Unfortunately for Regwood, he had to terminate the experiment because the chickens started turning against them both; acting violent… attacking both him and Redwood. Of course, this was before the wasps and rats got at the feed mixed with Herkalor IV.” “Come on. This is bullshit.” “I’m telling you what I’ve been told. Everyone who lived through this is pretty much dead, but if they weren’t, they’d tell you it was 50 wasps and 20 rats that grew and began to attack residents. That I call bullshit. My grandfather said it was something like 2 wasps and 5 rats that were easily handled with rounds of bullets. He said that in all likelihood, they were only beginning to grow and who knows what the hell might have happened if they had been allowed to continue.” “Regwood was found dead at his house. Autopsy showed it to have been from anaphylactic shock. Killed by multiple bee stings on his hands and face. My grandfather guessed they were caused by some giant bee, but none were discovered. He did say that he did wonder if what Regwood had been working on caused the sudden emergence of killer bees in the US. Who knows.” Mason pointed to the server for another round for both of them. “Skinner pointed my grandfather to the chicken feed, and it was taken in as evidence. Evidence that was never used, but the bags of it remained in large air proof totes in police holding until recent flooding hit the basement.” The story paused while the server delivered the beers and waited for payment from Mason. Smart kid, Vince thought. Wonder how many times Mason got drunk in here with no funds available to him. “Alan, you know my Alan, he came in early to work at the station three Monday’s ago to find the basement under 4 feet of water. Paperwork and boxes that should have been destroyed 20 years ago were now floating around and causing havoc. It took 3 weeks for the cleanup to be completed, and eventually they delivered to me, at the dump, 25 cartons of moldy ass paperwork and two totes filled with feed to incinerate.” Mason grinned at Vince. “And?” “Two totes filled with seed!” “What? You’re thinking this feed is the same shit that made the chickens grow.” “I know it is.” “Prove it,” “Thought you’d say that.” Mason pulled himself up from the chair he was sitting in, shocking Vince for the first time since he sat down. From when they had been kids and through their teenage years, Mason had always been shorter and pudgier than the 6’3 Vince. Vince guessed that Mason stood about 5’6… maybe 5’7 on a good day. He had always made up for his lack of height with a round belly and a quick, if not sometimes, cruel mind. Now though, as he stood for Vince with a shit eating grin, it was obvious that all of that had changed. Mason was still overweight, but he now towered above the sitting Vince at around 6’2. “Holy fuck!” “Gained this from a handful.” Mason sat back down in the chair and leaned into Vince. “Shit makes everything grow, if you get my meaning!” “You're lucky it didn’t kill you.” “Sometimes you need to take risks. This one was worth it. I’m slightly over 6’2 now and my 5 inch cock grew to nearly 8 inches when hard.” “Fuck.” “Took it last night. The growth stopped around 10 this morning.” Looking at Mason now, it was obvious to Vince that Mason was indeed much bigger than the last time he had seen him, which had been about a week ago. It wasn’t that he had simply grown taller. Mason's entire body had… Vince searched for the word he was thinking… magnified. Everything was bigger… including his sizable stomach. “Damn! You’re nearly taller than me now.” “Yeah. If my cock grew anymore, I could start selling myself like you… but I have a better idea. That’s where you come in.” Mason leaned in closer still till Vince could smell the beer and burger on his hot breath. “I want you to use that chemistry brain of yours and find out what exactly Herkalor IV is. How does it work? How does it make shit grow? How can we remake it and use it to our advantage?” “You said you have two totes. Sell it to the highest bidder. You could make a mint.” “I can’t. It’s stolen property. I was supposed to incinerate it. Remember? I can’t just go around selling laced chicken feed.” “True.” “But, if you could figure it out… you could remake it… and we can sell it.” Mason’s eyes gleamed as he talked about money. “It’s not that easy…” “You must really love selling ass if you aren’t interested in this.” “I don’t love selling ass…” “Then take the corn and let me know how it works. How long do you think it will take?” “To recreate it? I have no clue.” “Isn’t that what you used to do?” “Kind of. Finding out the chemical properties of different vaccines or drugs and re-engineering them to make off-label brands is a little different from what you want. Besides… I don’t have the things I need…” “I thought you’d say that.” From Mason’s coat pocket he pulled a thick white envelope. Putting it on the table, he slid it over to Vince. “Open it.” Vince did as he was told. Inside were about 40 100 dollar bills. “That should get you started. There’s more where that came from. This…” Mason pulled a second envelope out of his pocket. “This is for you. To help tide you over. Another 3,000 dollars.” Vince badly wanted to grab the other envelope and shove it in his jeans pocket, but he stopped himself. “Maybe you should just burn the feed. Like you said, it's dangerous. What if more rats ate it?” “You don’t need to worry. I’ve got it safely contained where nothing can get at it.” Mason leaned on the table as best as he could. “You really surprised me, Vince. I thought you’d be jumping at this chance. Don’t you want to be rich? Don’t you want to help your mother out? Make her comfortable in what could be her last days?” “Of course I do.” “Don’t you want it to be like it was when you were Captain of the football team back in highschool. Fuck!! Those were the days! You were the fucking golden boy. You had pussy falling at your feet, was on that float in the Thanksgiving parade, and even got your face on the front of the paper. You had everything. I thought you were gonna be a huge star… take the world by storm. But, let’s be honest, you wasted it. You were just a tall kid with a big cock and a great body. You didn’t know what you were doing and didn’t have anyone to guide you… direct you. Imagine if you had all of that back again. You're smarter now… college graduate… better head on your shoulders. You could have all of it… and more. Lots more. Imagine the money you could be making.” “Say I did do it. How would we split it?” “60/40. You take the bigger percentage. You did all the work. I just found the shit.” “You’d give me 60 percent?” “Sure. 40 percent of a couple of million would be enough for me.” Vince knew that there had to be a catch, but the money sitting on the table was calling to him. “Look, Vince. I know you owe three months on rent and they’re threatening to evict you. You have no food in the house, and your mother’s fighting cancer in the hospital. Let me help you by making you help yourself. Find out how the Herkalor IV works… how you can remake it… and let me take it from there. By this time next year… we might be rolling in dough.” “I don’t know.” “What have you got to lose? I mean… let’s be honest, Vince, your life is shit. You're thirty seconds away from either living on the street or moving back in with your mother, which at your age is pathetic. You don’t have a girlfriend or a boyfriend or anyone in your life. I mean… come on… even I have a guy and a girl I fuck regularly!! You’ve been out of work for 8 months and can’t get a job bagging groceries. It’s either this or just put yourself out of your misery. You know what I mean? “I know what you mean.” “This is your chance to get what you had back… possibly even more. Your final chance to hold your head up… way up!” Masons fingers played with the empty fries basket. Looking down at them, Vince could see how much larger they were… thicker… chubby but stronger looking. If Mason decided to punch someone now with that fist… he’d do some serious damage. “I should be able to order the stuff I need tonight… get it delivered tomorrow. It’ll take me a little while to synthesize it.” “We need to be quick, Vince. We need to strike as soon as we can.” “How are you going to explain your new size?” “I’m not. It is what it is. It’s not like I’m fucking King Kong or something! Besides, at this height and size, who’s going to question me? “I’ll need to deposit that money… pay my landlady…” “Have what you need delivered to my cousin Kenny’s place.” “Why there?” “He’s in rehab so the place is empty. Besides… he has a barn which will be the perfect place to set up.” To sweeten the deal, Mason slid the fat envelope closer to Vince. “This will solve a lot of your problems… and there will be a shit load more where this came from. I promise. Is it a deal?” Vince looked from the envelope to Mason. Finally, need won over fear and he grabbed it and put it in his jacket pocket. “Smart boy.” “I still think it’s crazy… but… who knows. I thought the internet was a crazy idea!” “Go deposit that before it’s too late and order what you’ll need. I want you starting on this by tomorrow night. You can stay with me at Kenny’s. Bring anything you think you’ll need. And don’t tell anyone what we’re doing. It needs to be a surprise.” “Alright.” Vince chugged the rest of his beer, put on his hat, and stood up from his chair. As he turned to leave, Mason stopped him. “Be at Kenny’s tomorrow. Early.” Mason watched Vince exit the bar much faster than he had come in. As he took a sip of his beer, he winced as he felt his feet grow slightly thicker in his recently purchased sneakers. He had thought the growth had stopped this morning, but it had begun to rear its ugly head again about 15 minutes ago. All during the conversation with Vince, he could feel himself growing slightly larger. He could feel it in the tightness of his clothing, how much smaller the chair was feeling, and how his stomach moved closer and closer to the table. He guessed that when he had left the house that morning he had been around 6’2 and now he guessed that he was closer to Vince’s height of 6’3. The chemical that made him grow was no doubt leaving his body, and these small growth spurts were probably the last of it. Maybe he’d grow an inch more. He didn’t mind the thought of that at all. Looking over at the server, Mason waved him over to his table. “I’d like another burger. A double. With fries. And bacon. I’ll get another beer as well… and whatever you’re drinking.” Mason paid his bill and watched the server walk away, feeling how much more room his cock and balls took up in his briefs. He was proud to be sporting, what he could only guess without seeing, was now over 8 inches. It felt good being this big. He was really enjoying it. Walking in the parking lot to go pick up some new clothes at Walmart, Mason had taken in how people watched him maneuver his much larger body. He had been lucky that at home he had sweatpants and a sweatshirt that were large enough to fit him, but he hadn’t been so lucky with underwear. As he walked commando around the store, picking up clothes that would fit, he found himself getting hard as he noticed more people glancing his way with admiration. Yeah. Being big was a powerful feeling that, now he had it, he never wanted to lose. He had to pee. Leaving his new jacket on the chair, Mason stood up Looking around at the bar from his new height, Mason thought to himself how different the bar and the patrons looked from this perspective. Much more… insignificant. Walking to the bathroom, Mason noticed that his new jeans had already started to rise up slightly revealing his socks, and when he reached the narrow hallway, Mason found that he had to maneuver himself differently to get through the narrow door and into the bathroom.. Pulling out his 5 inch soft cock caused Mason to chuckle. He was seriously growing down there. He was now as big soft as he had been hard. Wait till he hooked up with Alan. He was sure that he wouldn’t be able to get enough of his now much longer and fatter cock… not to mention the rest of his body. Sure, the Herkalor IV had also grown his fat, making him over 120 lbs heavier than he had been yesterday, but he could deal with that. In fact, he actually liked his bulk in this new body. It made him seem even bigger than he was… more imposing. After relieving himself, Mason stood at the urinal and watched as his cock began to harden. He was in awe as he watched it plump up thicker and longer. When fully erect, it now had to stand at a whopping 9 inches long and 4 inches thick. Fuck! He was nearly bigger than Vince was and he knew that boy was packing a serious 10 incher. His balls had also doubled in size and now hung lower and larger in his sack. As he stroked himself, Mason commended himself on his own brilliance. At first, he had wanted to try the formula on a mouse to make sure that it worked and that it wouldn’t kill him, but paranoia drove him to take a handful himself. He was so concerned that the police might be checking out his place for the feed that he took it over to his cousin Kenny’s and hid it in the safe in his basement. There was no way anyone was going to come and take his new size and his new revenue away from him. The feed falling into his lap was like a gift from god… and it was a gift he was going to use to its fullest. Mason grunted as his cock suddenly swelled thicker in his hand. As his feet grew even more crowded in his sneakers, he felt both his torso grow longer and his stomach fatter. His t-shirt rode up over the bottom part of his belly just as a roll came pouring out, revealing his belly button. With both hands, he pulled it down to cover his bulk, but it refused to stay, continually riding up. As his cock flexed and proceeded to grow slightly longer, Mason groaned. The Herkalor IV had to nearly be out of his system. It had been nearly 24 hours since he ate, and he hadn’t even ingested that much. His shoulders broadened as his cock proceeded to near the 10 inch mark. 10 inches!! All of his life he used to imagine what he would do if he was built like Vince and had 10 inches of cock… and now he nearly had it. He most certainly would have it, if not more, by the end of the day! He might just end up packing 11 inches of cock by the time this was over. Alan was a real size queen at heart, and even though he let Mason fuck him, he was always remarking about how huge his ex husband had been. Yeah. He couldn’t wait to surprise him with this piece of meat. Another guy entered the bathroom and Mason found himself quickly trying to do up his pants, not realizing how difficult that was going to be with his cock so huge and so hard. Chuckling to himself, he turned so that the new patron in the toilet could see all of him. The stranger's eyes grew wide as his 10 inches came into view. “Sometimes it sucks being this huge… but what the fuck can you do? Interested in having a go on it?” The guy turned red and went into the available stall. “Guess not.” Laughing, he did up his zipper the best that he could, and pulled down his shirt to cover the immense bulge. He then opened the door without washing his hands and walked back to his table where his food was waiting for him. Hell yeah! He was starving and needed to eat before he headed over to his cousins. The guy from the bathroom walked out and joined his friends who all proceeded to look over in his directions. Lifting his beer, Mason looked back and toasted them. Hell yeah!! This was the best thing that had ever happened to him. He was like a kid on Christmas Day!! As he ate, Mason thought about the money that would be pouring in once Vince could remake the formula. Maybe even improve on it! It had been around 4 am, as he was growing, that Mason had come up with his money making scheme involving Vince. Vince had never been the brightest bulb, and Mason knew that his vanity, his longing to be relevant again, and his money situation would have him take part in his scheme. He knew Vince wouldn’t be able to resist the $3,000, but Mason had stashed another $2,000 in another pocket just in case he had to use it. Now Mason had him exactly where he wanted him. Vince would reproduce the formula for him and if Mason felt generous enough, he’d give him 10 percent. Like he told Vince, businesses would pay big bucks for the formula… but so would some people who would do anything for power. He could imagine some politicians, some film stars, some guys in the mafia paying major bank to grow taller! Also, looking on the internet, Mason found a whole community of people who’d also pay to watch someone grow. He could pay some guy to take the formula and then put him on Only Fans. Maybe have a whole stable of giant guys and girls. He could pimp them out at a million a go! Oh yeah. Soon… very soon… he was going to have enough money to do whatever he wanted. Let the world deal with a giant problem. He’d laugh as he lived in a villa somewhere far away! Mason caught himself loudly grunting and nearly spit out the piece of burger he was chewing on as he felt himself shoot larger. Fuck!!! That was the strongest pull since late last night! It had really caught him unaware. When another hit him quickly after the first, Mason was reminded of standing in his living room and just jerking off as he grew bigger. Fuck!! Suddenly his world was spinning and he was feeling confined in the much tinier chair. He wanted to finish his food, but a third pull had other plans for him, forcefully grabbing him from what felt like the pit of his soul. Arching his back, Mason growled, attracting the glances of the people around him. As his clothes grew tighter, his arm shot out, knocking the glass of beer and plate of food on the floor. Everyone was watching, but there was nothing he could do. He couldn't control his own body. His mouth was wide open and he was grunting and groaning like he was having a fit. He tried to force his body to be still, but the pull was too powerful. Everyone was silently staring as his bulk exploded with serious mass. When it finally ended, much to the relief of himself and all the bar patrons, Mason was shocked by how much heavier he felt, even sitting down. Starting to stand, his ass and thighs got stuck on the arms of the chair, and Mason found himself pulling it off of his body. With a forceful tug, it shot out from under him and flipped onto its back. His T-shirt rose up over his belly button giving the entire bar a peak of his now sizeable stomach. He tried to pull it down, but there was no way possible that he ever could. He had grown way too big for it, and it was pulling taught across his shoulders and his chest which now looked more like tits. Mason laughed as he looked at all of the people staring at him. His cock was hard again and with the button blown off of his jeans, the head was now rising up against his stomach. Seeing it caused his smile to grow wider. It was definitely bigger than Vince’s now, standing proud and thick at nearly 11 inches! “Umm… Mason…”. The server was standing next to him and trying to get his attention. Looking to his right, Mason needed to look down to stare him in the eyes. Hadn’t the server been the same height just an hour ago? Now he was at least two inches shorter, putting Mason at 6’4. Fuck!!! 6’4! He was pretty much bigger than everyone in the fuckin bar!! “What?” Mason grinned as the server took a step back. “You.., you need to go. You’ve had enough.” “I’ll let you know when I've had enough, and I’ve only just started. Get me another…”. Mason's stomach gurgled as it swelled larger while his shoulders spread wider, tearing a seam under his arms. His cock rose up higher, forcing his zipper to open up further, revealing more shaft and pubic hair. “Look, Mason. Don’t make me call the cops. You… you can come back tomorrow.” The cops. No. As soon as they saw him they’d know. It was bad enough if someone talked about what had gone on at the bar. Fuck!! He was stupid. “Pick up my jacket.” The server quickly did as Mason told him. When he had the jacket In his hand, Mason patted the server on the head, turned and left. Walking to his car, Mason had never felt bigger or heavier. He guessed he weighed over 350 lbs now. It wasn’t just that he was taller and fatter. No. Looking at himself in a store window… he realized that he actually took up so much more space than ever before. It was like… well… like he was now two people in one! Was it possible that even his head was larger? Fitting himself in his car was difficult now that there was so much more of him to fit in the front seat. Sitting caused his zipper to pull down completely, and his 11 inch cock flopped out along with two XL egg sized testicles. His cock was no doubt the best part of growing bigger. His cock was now bigger than 98 percent of the male population in the world, and Mason was definitely proud of that. He couldn’t wait to fuck Alan with it. And with his extra mass… there would be much more force behind his pumping. A lot more. Mason definitely felt stronger than he ever had. He never before could use his muscles to get out of anything, always having to rely on his brain and his cruelty to do that for him. He was feared by many people… but due to the variety of ways he could harm them… but none would ever have been physically. Now, he felt that if he got into a fight he could totally hold his own. Probably even win. When he got to his cousin’s farm, he would have to test out his strength and see how it was. Looking up, Mason pulled his arm back and proceeded to forcefully punch the roof of the car causing a fist size dent to erupt in his hands place. Oh yeah. He was much stronger than ever before. Much. Mason started the car and pulled out into the street. His cock was still hard, and he jerked it slowly as he drove. His mind was playing out the next couple of weeks, and he couldn’t wait till the money started to pour in. Pulling onto another street, Mason began to whistle. He was practically euphoric. For a brief second, he wondered if it was the drug in his system causing him to feel on top of the world. He felt powerful… strong… and ready to take on anything. He was definitely horny, but he would have to wait till tomorrow to go to Alan’s. His hand would just have to do. Singing a song he made up, Mason drove down the road. Paying attention more to the road and his own cock, he didn’t notice when the back of his T-shirt split, nor the seam in his right arm pit. Even with his hand on his cock, he didn’t notice how it had begun to force his grip further apart as it moved in length ever closer to twelve inches. No. Mason wouldn’t take the changes in until he was at his cousin’s house and in the bathroom, admiring himself in the mirror. Fuck, he thought. I have to be… like… 6’5! Hell yeah!!! Tall… big… and with a cock that would split anyone in two!!! I’ll need to tell Vince to get me some new clothes. Doubt he’ll be able to buy them in Walmart. Might need to go to the Big and Tall!!! Mason lifted his arm and flexed. A sizable peak rose up as he did. As he felt it with his hand, his cock hardened. Watching his new anaconda rise up had Mason drooling. It was soooo long… sooo thick! It had more than doubled in size in 24 hours Mason grinned as he began to stroke his cock while watching himself in the mirror and admiring his massive bulk.. When he came, he thought he felt himself grow slightly larger, but as he cleaned himself and the floor and the mirror off, he thought he had only imagined it. He was exhausted. Walking into the living room, he took off the rest of his clothes, lay down on the couch, and shut the lights off. He only wanted to rest his eyes for 10 to 15 minutes; needed to rest them. But, his cock had other plans. In seconds it was hard again… achingly hard… and leaking onto his stomach. In the dark, with a grin. he grabbed it with both hands and slowly began to stroke it.

Chapter 16 - Strength channelled (continuation and completion) Mo saw the boss, a young built guy in his 30s, obviously on many steroids, muscled as fuck but fully manicured, his skin was perfect and no hair was on sight, his beautiful muscles carved and ripped, more for show than anything else thought Mo. The boss was Alexander, a nasty gangster who had Mo’s sister killed, and managed (so far) to stay unpunished. His attitude was well known for being annoying and arrogant, as well as his love for men, muscles and big dicks. He loved to be fucked hard, and and Tony had became his favourite muscle man, getting fucked while in that muscled strong embrace was his continual favourite pleasure. As he looked at the silhouette, he thought that Tony looked bigger than usual. While laying down on the massage bed face down, he commented. “Fuck Tony you are looking massive, the last cycle of roids is working, can’t wait to feel your body over mine” Mo stepped closer to the massage table and caught his image on a mirror on the wall. His body naked and settled in his new size and power was looking magnificent. His shoulders reached a new width and thickness, globes of striated power connected to a massive bull neck through traps that looked like they were having their own life. His chest was incredible, with the pecs reaching the apex of masculinity, squared, thick, pumped, hairy, veined, ripped, and with massive nipples. Below, a hard-ridged cobblestone 10-pack was rippling, not without hair and veins. The lats, overhanging and with tremendous thickness, showed a potential of bearhugging power that was beyond scary. The arms were sculptures, with bumps of muscles distributed evenly, and the bi/tri combo made it for a 24-25 inches powerful weapon of destruction. His hands were not only calloused but now hardened and huge. The legs, a thickness beyond description, with calves that easily managed the mountain above them, and feet that would redefine the concept of masculinity and sexyness.His cock was erect, thick as fuck, past 10 inches and getting thicker by the minute. A stream of cum was flowing copiously down to the floor. Getting closer to his prey, Mo placed his huge hands on the boss and started massaging his shoulders. Nice firm muscles. But not so hard. He pressed more. He started crushing a bit. “Fuck Tony your hands, so strong, you are hurting me…and I like it…and you have new callouses I see” Mo moved his hands down the spine and thought that he could grab the guy and crush him in a single motion, and end it. But he wanted to play. With his uber masculine, sexy and commanding voice he thundered “You like muscles and cock I guess, am I right?” The boss immediately lifted his face and looked at the massive guy. “Holy fuck, who are you?” “Relax. I am a new masseur, Tony sent me as a special treat since you like big men. Am I big enough for you?” Mo displayed a double bi that made his muscles look like a special effect - no fat was anywhere visible, just fibres rippling with muscles, massive in size. “Holy shit….oh man yeah….well you really are …massive, wow even bigger than Tony…fuck” “Wanna touch my muscles? Go ahead man. I like it” The boss grabbed Mo’s arms and squeezed. Marble came into his mind. Steel. Rock. He was feeling his knees giving up. This was a god, the biggest muscle monster he had ever seen. He had to explore his body. Feel it all. And he looked down at his massive cock. Mo grabbed the boss face and cradled it in his massive hands. Exerted a little pressure and guided it down to his engorged dick. Obediently the boss started slurping and taking the double beer can in. At first he was in heaven, then Mo let the beast go full mast. And full thickness. His arms like pistons were controlling his head, fucking his mouth like a young pussy. Alexander looked up and saw the two mounds that were his pecs, and his gorgeous hunky face over that thick neck. He loved arab hunks. Mo pumped harder and he felt his cock reaching climax, and he knew that his massive head was about to shoot out violently and powerfully like it did before. It would have killed the boss. While the girth was increasing and the boss felt his jaw crack open a bit, Mo pulled out his cock before it was too late. It looked like a monster beercan, with the head popping out of Alexander's mouth and looking like a grapefruit sized rock solid weapon. “I think the boss wants this big cock somewhere else now” Mo grabbed the guy and rearranged him on the massage bed, legs spread wide and his monster cock pushing in his hole. “Fuck man, <cough> wait that’s too big I think, fuck you are too strong, I think …” “Shut the fuck up” Mo pushed his cock up his ass while his beefy strong arms and massive hands were holding him in place. The whole monster went right in and the boss screamed. “Securityyyyy! Helppp!! Arrrghh…..” Mo noticed a camera with a red light on top of them. He smirked, realising that they were being viewed by someone” In the control room, several hundred miles away, the young guard on shift just came back from his gym training and started working, he was looking at the scene in shock. Until then he thought that was one of the usual party evenings of the boss, but it was turning into something…wrong. He pondered on what to do and he was also weirdly excited by looking at this guy muscular body and the real time action. “Let’s see how this goes” He thought… Mo fucked. Hard. Deep. Like a horse. Or like a bear, with a power that the boss had never felt before. The pain was intense for the boss and mixed with pleasure. He wanted him to destroy his hole. That was the fuck of his life. He was also worried. And he was also feeling his cock about to cum for the pleasure. Mo felt the orgasm mounting. He leaned closer to the boss ear and whispered “This is for my sister, son of a bitch. They will not be able to recognise you as I will crush your body to pulp”. His hands crushed his torso in, beaking several bones. His pecs delivered the power crush. He hugged tight, and tensed all his muscles. He felt his cock expand and ready for the explosion. Suddenly, holding the boss in his deadly powerful embrace, his cock shot the head right deep into him, damaging organs and insides beyond repair. The pain was incredible and the boss passed out. Mo then rearranged the position so he was completely leaning over Alexander, wrapped his legs around the boss and around the massage bed, while his arms wrapped around his chest and below, around the bed. He rested his big face next to the boss and told him in the ear “Wake up bastard and feel my power” Alexander woke up immediately and screamed. Mo’s arms and legs tightened up like a deadly python crushing the boss' whole body and the bed with it. The noise of bones breaking was mixed with the bed parts succumbing to the incredible strength of the arab bull. His whole body came alive in striations of muscle mounds and he completely crushed his prey to pulp. Once finished, he extracted his cock which was now a massive thick pole, and placed one hand on his head. Looking at his thick fingers, he commanded his thick and veiny muscled forearm to compress. His hand crushed the head like a paper box, destroying it. The guard looking at the camera feed was in complete shock and was scrambling to call someone. His cock was hard. He was leaking. He wanted to feel that massive monster. Mo was covered in splatter and went again for a quick shower. Once he left that room, he looked around and thought of ways to destroy that place. Then he realised it was the inside of the mountain. The ceiling was pretty low. He extended his arms up, and placed his big paws on the ceiling. He pressed up. His muscles not only pushed up the ceiling but started cracking the concrete. Some powder and sand fell down, while the whole structure cracked. Mo was feeling super horny and his cock was again hard just feeling his strength at work. “Fuck I have become stronger than I thought” Pieces of the ceiling started falling down as he left that room. Before heading for the stairs, as the lift was already not working because of the structural damage he just inflicted, he noticed a central pillar which looked like it was a single point of failure. He grinned and wrapped his beefy arms around it. His hands could just lock on the other side. He started compressing. His cock resting hard on the concrete pillar was making Mo feel even hornier, invincible. He saw another camera in a corner. The guard was staring at the screen and witnessing the muscle monster crushing the pillar. His cock was hardening as his brain was processing what was happening. He crushed more, and more. Cracks and rumbles started to happen and he realised he was crushing a reinforced concrete pillar with the strength of his bearhug. The sensation of power in his lats and his arms was sending him to another world and his cock started leaking heavily for the pleasure. He felt the pillar giving in and he released it. Then punched it with his massive fist and went upstairs.The whole structure was collapsing and as walls were closing on him, he would just punch them and lift them off his way. A few more ramps and he would be out. The guard almost came just watching that power show and scrambled to alert his colleagues of the incredible events unfolding. Milos waiting outside, was wondering what was going on, he felt a few tremors and more than once he was ready to break in to save Mo. In a final rumble, he saw the small entrance to the apartment/bunker give up and crush down, the walls collapsing and flattening to the ground. Getting closer to check what happened, he heard a noise, like twisted metal screeching. The metal door slowly morphed and dented out, until a sharp smash had the door open wide and fall off the hinges.. Mo emerged from the door, covered in dust and powder, but zero cuts or abrasions. He stood up at full height next to Milos, who looked up at the gigantic Arab monster. “Holy fuck Mo, you are….a muscle monster now” Mo got closer and hugged Milos, lifting him off the floor. He hugged him tight and Milos could not breathe. It felt like he was trying to kill him again. “Don’t worry Milos I won’t crush any more than this, but just so you know this is about one tenth of my strength and if you weren’t a badass muscle man that you are, I would have already killed and crushed you, so yes, now I am a fucking freak of power. They got back to the car, Milos in shock and Mo completely naked and covered in dust, looking like a gigantic morphed bodybuilder/powerlifter, ready to eat like a bear. Or two. “Let’s go back to base, I am fucking hungry, these babies need protein” as he flexed his massive guns in the car, with Milos failing to control his hard cock. In the meanwhile, Alex was displaying strange twitches and spasms while they were training, all at the same time when Mo had his growth spurts, but he didn’t know. Paul was worried and kept asking what was the issue. They were both training, naked except for the footy shorts, and looking both gloriously muscled. “Don’t worry Paul, this is ok, not sure why it happens but it’s not bad. Makes me lose concentration on my body though, and when these moments happen I can’t control my body size, you know I like to keep my muscles “compact”, if I relax my bigger size comes out and I don’t want people to see that. “But it’s ok man, it’s fucking hot to be big, why don’t you let it go and relax, let your body be what it is, there is nothing wrong with it, and to be honest it’s just a little bigger than normal, right? Like at the end of the workout” “Well you don’t know everything Paul. After a workout I get a massive pump so it’s harder to keep the size down, I don’t think you’ve seen my real size to be honest, have you seen my weight on the scale lately?” “Well you were what 130? More?” “Come and have a look” Alex placed his gargantuan feet on the scale and the display jumped before settling. “What the fuck man, 158 kilos? How can you….what the fuck….” “Told you man, I am constantly keeping my size under control. But I guess, maybe you should see my real size. Lately I was struggling and it would be a relief to be myself with you, are you sure you want to see that?” “Fuck yea man what’s the problem, relax and show me” “Ok, well. I need to get rid of my shorts first, I like them…are you ready” Paul was staring at the muscled friend in awe and was trying to understand what was going on… TO BE CONTINUED

Lucio Vero was known for his good heart, he was always disposed to help both friends and strangers, and expected in return only to see his good deed made a difference in the person's life, even if a bit. But one day, he was to meet such generosity, that he would never be the same. Walking down the meadow next to his house, he found a man in a bad state. He appeared to have a broken leg, and seemed very beaten. Lucio did not hesitate, he was not really all that strong, but he carry the man to his dwelling, where he took care of his wounds as he could, gave him to eat, and said "My friend, you can stay for as long as you take to recover...". Convinced of Lucio's good heart, the man stood up, and in a bath of light, revealed his true form. In a quick metamorphosis, the man, before frail and weak, transformed into a great muscular soldier. Lucio was surprised and got frightened immediately, but the man, in his new form, said: "Do not fear. I am Mars, the God of war. I have been observing you, mortal, and wanted to see how kind you were capable of being. Your heart is pure, your intentions good, and so, I want to offer you a reward." "M-Mars?!" Said Lucio, trembling from toe to head. "How... how can this be? Ah... ah..." he gaggled a bit "Forgive me, sir, I am so frightened..." "I do not blame you. But, listen to me, I have a reward to offer you, and if you accept it, fright will cease to cause you trouble" Lucio tried to recover his composure, but looking at the naked man in front of him, he blushed: "Sir... Mars, God of War..." "I am aware that my naked form may cause you to feel embarrassed. No fear. My reward will make you comfortable." "Sir, if I may... Can I ask, what is this reward you are offering?" "You may ask, but, I will not tell. You must show you trust me. Mortal, do you want my reward, even if not knowing what it is?" Lucio thought a bit, and the God waited, patiently. "God, I am unworthy, but I would like to have the reward, if you so desire to give me. I don't know what it is, but I trust you." "You are a man of valor, Lucio. If you want to receive this gift, do as I command, and, strip yourself naked, first." Lucio did not ask why of such weird request, but he did just that, a bit embarassed. He took off his shirt, then his shoes and socks, and pull of his trousers, revealing his overall average body, to the God. His form was nothing special, he had no visible abs, though his pectorals were large, his shoulders had potential. The God took notice of the body, studying it silently and quickly. Then, he said: "Now, allow me to kiss you, mortal" Lucio stood still like a rock, not only was he naked, but that handsome soldier-God wanted to kiss him. He could only consent. "I do, Mars, God of war" So, Mars got close to him, and slowly embraced Lucio, while giving him a kiss in his mouth. Lucio was not used to this, and could only kiss back the God, in an awkward, but sincere way. They both smiled, then, to one another. Mars said: "You are a kind, gentle human being, Lucio Vero. I hope this was not too awkward for you." "I trust you, Mars. It is all I can do. I await further instructions." "I will not let you down, on your reward, Lucio. Now, kneel" So did Lucio, trying to hide his puzzled face from the God. The man stood there, awaiting further instructions, while the much muscular soldier-God stood in front of him, his abs and pectorals shining, and his cock, rock hard, bulging and licking a strong-smelled golden gooey of a liquid, almost like a diluted paste. "Lucio, if you trust me, I want you to suck my penis. Take a sip of my semen. Gulp it, and so, your reward will be at hand." Lucio shook a bit, but with his head, he assented to the God. Mars got close to Lucio, and so, first licking the head, as to taste the seed, then, carefully sucking Mars's instrument. The God's liquid was like a salty honey, and Lucio closed his eyes in pleasure, while flavoring it. Mars was also pleased, and caressing the hair of Lucio, said: "It is done, Lucio" Lucio, then, slowly took his mouth away from Mars, and stood up, gazing at the God. "How do I taste, Lucio?" "Mars, God of war, I have never had the pleasure of tasting something as good as your seed." "This pleases me, Lucio. You are one step closer to receiving your award..." "So, this wasn't it?" Mars had to bite his lip not to spoil what wonder he was ready to give to Lucio. Mars was leaking the same liquid from his bulging, strong nipples. "This is the last step, Lucio, you must, now, suck my Nipple, to finish the process" And so Lucio did, putting his hands on Mars's strong pectorals, he licked the left nipple of Mars, and sucked a good gulp of the seed. Mars, then, said: "It begins." Mars started talking on a language Lucio could not understand, but before he could ask, a golden fog surrounded him, and took him out of the floor. Fluctuating, Lucio extended his arms, and felt pain. His muscles awoke inside of him, Lucio felt his body growing, first slowly and painfully. He started to get taller and his pectorals got larger, so did his shoulders, that also were getting stronger. He let out grunts and moans, as the pain begin to turn to... pleasure. His arms grew more muscular, and he saw that with a growing grin in his face. The process was slow, as to make him savor every second of it, every second of his body turning muscular, stronger, more capable. His abs came to life, and soon a 8 pack was bulging, as well as his adonis, getting carved as well as his cock grew in length and width. He moaned and roared as his body transformed, his pectorals getting larger and expanded. When he returned to the floor, he was as strong as the God Mars, his protector. He said, with a deeper voice than before, now more confident, while his muscles bulged and veins were covering them. "Mars... I..." "No, Mortal, it is not over, yet." Said the God, and closing his eyes, he chanted once again. Standing, Lucio felt a surge across his body, and roaring, he arched his back, and extended his arms once again. His face reshaped. He closed his eyes, and as he did, the eyes melted away, but were quickly replaced by enhanced ones, that had multiple lenses, were fractal, multifaceted, like the ones of an insect. He rejoiced as his eyes transformed. But it was not only his eyes. His hair fell off, leaving only a small mohawk on his head, that soon started to connect with his bones. He started to grow horns, and spikes, both on his head and in his shoulders, and even back. He roared, and rejoiced, also as his spine elongated, and soon a tail was forming, and the tail had a thorn, like the one of a scorpio, on his final chord. He roared and rejoiced as his teeths became fangs, and he did rejoice when his skin boiled and was covered in liquid metal. He felt pleasure when his modified nipples started to lick his changed seed through them. He felt pleasure when he roared his human voice one last time, letting it turn into the voice of a beast, as well as his cock expelled his humanity, and his body now produced the blood of the beast, of the God. "My creature" Said Mars, filled with pride and joy in his voice. "My God... you transformed me into this monster" "Do you approve of my reward, Lucio?" "I am Lucio Vero no more, sir. I am your creature, Scipion is my name. I am here to serve as a gesture of my gratitude towards your gift". "I have created you to be your own being. If you desire to serve me, it will be out of your solicitude. This is a reward, not a prison, not a punishment. You are to use yourself as you desire." "Mars, thank you, I am most thankful for your reward" So, Mars presented his creation, Scipion, with a medallion, that the God put on his neck. And so, this was the grand reward of Mars to the kind Lucio Vero, that transformed into Scipion, the strong.

7th day of December And now a sweet story from none other than @Samson75 who took time to write a very promising adventure for us Show him some love and enjoy See you tomorrow Frosty "It's so thick!" "You think?" "Yeah, man. I've never seen anything like it. It's a wonder!" “You think? You’re not worried it’s going to totally screw you?” “How could I worry about something so awesome!” The two friends stared out of the window, gazing at the unforcast snow. The taller of the two, Diego, smiled at his companion's awe. “We get it like that here from time to time, but this looks like it’s going to snarl everything up. You should check in with the airport, but I can’t see your flight leaving today. The smaller of the two, Bill, took out his phone and checked the airport departures. A page of red. “Yeah, looks like Christmas is cancelled. I guess I should head home before it gets worse.” Bill and Diego were old roommates. Bill had been travelling to see family, driving an hour or so to Diego’s home near the airport for an overnight before a flight on to see his family on the other side of the country. “Dude, you’d be on your own for Christmas! I can’t have that! You should stay here!” said Diego. “I couldn’t impose …" began Bill. “I insist!” Diego cut him off. “You’re here, it’s Christmas Eve and the roads are going to be snarled up. You’re having Christmas here!” “Well,” pondered Bill, “I guess it’s safer...” “That’s decided then!” pounced a cheerful Diego. “All the years we shared and we never had Christmas together; it’ll be fun!” “Yeah, I guess that’s true,” said Bill. “Are we good for food?” “You’re asking the Meal Prep King if he has enough in to feed a scrawny little guy like you? My dude, I’m insulted” said the larger man, puffing his chest out, folding his bulging arms across his similarly large chest in mock distain. “So a Christmas dinner of chicken, rice and broccoli?” suggested Bill. “I remember your meal prep routine. “As if!” said Diego. “I’ve moved on. Grown. Developed my tastes and embraced the cuisines of the world.” Bill raised an eyebrow. “It’s going to be Spicy Chicken, with rice and broccoli” laughed Diego. Bill sighed. “That’ll be great, man. I really appreciate this. You know you don’t have to.” “I know,” replied Diego, “but my best friend needs a bed for the night and somewhere to spend the holiday. What could be better? Nice food, a few drinks, a few laughs?” “Sounds good.” agreed Bill. “Speaking of which, I ought to get a gym session in. I was kind of planning one for when you’d left. Gotta make some space for the calories tomorrow. Will you be good here while I’m away?” “Of course, man. I have my laptop and a bit of work to do. I’ll be fine.” “You could always come with me. Always room for one more!” “We tried this years ago,” Bill said wearily, “all the right programmes, all the right food and not a bit of difference. I’m the same as I ever was, workout or not.” Diego appraised his smaller friend and scratched his beard. “Ok, man. I’m not going to push it. But know that you’re as welcome to come with me as you are to stay.” He disappeared into his bedroom for a minute or two, re-emerging with his gym bag. A quick trip to the kitchen to fill his water bottle and then to the door to put on his coat. “Sure you’ll be fine?” he asked Bill. “You have a good time. Press those benches for me.” returned Bill, opening up his laptop and connecting to his office. “Later!” said Diego, disappearing through the door into the darkening afternoon and brushing snow off his shoulders as he strode up the street. *** An hour later and Bill had tried to concentrate on his work, but had failed. His attention was drawn to the deepening snow outside. A resident of the southern coast, he saw snow from time to time, but it rarely lay, and even more rarely so quickly and deeply. With a final glance at his work, he closed the laptop and put on the thickest jumper he had with him and his hat. He went out into the garden to enjoy the snow whilst he could. He made a snowball, and began rolling it round on the ground, picking up more snow as it went, growing larger and larger. Some time later, Bll had made three large snowballs and had put them on top of each other. He had just found one branch for an arm, when he saw the familiar figure of Diego walking back up the street. “Hey man!” called the larger man. “You’ve been busy!” Bill smiled, his friend would no doubt have been even busier, judging from his red face and slightly tired smile. “Well, you’ve gotta make hay when while the sun shines!” “And snowmen when the snow falls?” “Exactly.” said Bill. “What do you think of him?” “He’s as big as you are!” said Diego with a smile. “Can I help you out with him?” “Sure,” replied Bill, “but I haven’t made many snowmen. I was going to add this branch,” he gestured the stick in his hand, “and after that I dunno. I was making it up as I go.” “Always the best way with snowmen” said Diego solemnly. “Live in the moment. That’s what they do. That’s how they’re best made.” He walked round the crudely formed snowman, pondering. “He should reflect his creators. We need to express ourselves here. Put a little bit of ourselves into him.” “Give me a minute. Maybe try to find another branch like that in the meantime?” Diego dropped his gym bag and disappeared into the house. Bill searched near the garden’s edge, and sure enough, near some trees he found a crooked branch which might be about arm length. Diego re-emerged, with a wooden spoon and a knife in hand and surveyed the snowman again, walking round him thoughtfully. Then he began to compress and remove chunks of snow, which rapidly accumulated around his feet. Bill added the two stick arms, but Diego shook his head gently. “Not quite yet, not for what I have in mind.” He continued his work and Bill started to see what his friend was doing. The snowman was being sculpted into a much more human form; a tight waist, powerful pecs and a rippling back. The legs were thick, but defined, providing solid support and the head was being sculpted into a strong masculine form. “Damn, you were always good with your hands” said Bill, shaking his head. “You’re really making a man of him.” “You like?” smiled Diego. “You know I like!” agreed Bill. “You know I’ve always liked strong men and he’s the strongest snowman I’ve seen!” Diego stepped back. “He’s coming along, but he’s still missing something.” He frowned, reached into his gym bag and pulled out his used gym stringer. “Help me with this” he asked Bill, and the two friends pulled the dark red top over the top of the snowman’s head. It fit almost perfectly – snug across the chest and loose around the waist. “And now for the arms?” asked Bill. Diego nodded and the two friends added the branches – one straight and the other bent at almost a right angle. Diego adjusted them so they formed a classic bodybuilding pose, one arm flexing and the other angled upwards towards the sky. “Looks like he’s been skipping arm day!” said Bill with a little laugh. “But the joy of being creators is that we get to fix that.” replied Diego, picking up a handful of the snow shavings and packing it firmly around the branch. “Oh, I see!” said Bill, excitedly, picking up his own handfuls of shavings and adding them to the other arm. The two friends worked on in silence for another fifteen minutes, enthusiastically building the snowman’s arms, Diego stepping back from time to time to ensure that they were of a matching size. Arms done, a couple of dark stones were added for eyes, and a carrot added for a nose. “Well, is he done?” asked Diego. Bill thought for a moment. “Nah, something’s missing.” He smiled and then took the cap from his head and added it to the snowman. “Perfect!” grinned Diego. “Now time for some selfies!” The two struck various poses around their snow creation, laughing all the while and enjoying a carefree time in the holiday weather. After a little while, they both felt the winter chill and went indoors for a hearty meal, popping their heads through the curtains from time to time to check on their creation. He stood, stoically posing, showing his might and muscle to all who might care to look. After a while, the two friends said their goodnights and went to bed – Diego in his own room and Bill ni the guest room. Each tired and happy with their day’s work. *** Bang. Bang. Bang. A sudden noise in the middle of the night. Bang. Bang, Bang. Again. Bang. Bang. Bang. The two friends each sat bolt upright in their beds. More banging. They got up and went to their respective room doors, opening them blearily simultaneously. “What time is it?” said Bill. “Who the fuck is at the door?” said Diego. At the point the door burst open, and the friends clutched each other in surprise. A large and chiseled figure stood, illuminated by the moon and the street lighting. Their snowman, come to life. “Dudes!” he called loudly and happily, “My dudes!” The two friends looked at each other in terror. “What the actual f...” began Diego, but Bill cut him off, as the situation sank in. “It’s our snowman. It’s our snowman!” Diego grabbed Bill’s hand tightly as the smaller man took a step towards the snowy apparition. “You are our snowman, right?” The snowman fidgeted on the doorstep. “My dudes, you keep the heating up too high! Sure, I’m your snow dude. Don’t you recognise the hat, the top and the rockin’ bod?” Diego’s mouth hung open. Bill took another step forward. “ I do. It's you. It’s really you. But how?” The snowman frowned, in as much as snowmen can. “I’m not a details guy. I’m just a guy. A pretty cool guy, thanks to you!” He smiled and struck a pose, filling the doorway with his large frame. Diego closed his mouth. “What sort of an offer?” asked Bill. “Well, we snowfolk can make certain offers at special times of the year, you know, to thank our creators. Adventures, special trips. That kinda thing. How about it?” Bill pondered, and felt his arm drag behind him as Diego, still clutching his hand, took another step back. “Yes.” said Bill, firmly. “I want a thank you adventure trip.” He glanced back at Diego, whose mouth had opened again and whose eyes were fixed in horror at the apparition. “And so does he.” Diego’s eyes widened. Bill took a determined step forward and pulled the larger man with him, more by force of will than anything else. “What do you propose?” The snowman stepped out into the garden and beckoned them to follow. “How about a trip north to see the Big Guy?” Bill followed him, stepping out into the cold, Diego attached. Both were still barefoot in their nightwear – Bil in a traditional blue and white striped pyjama top and trousers, Diego in some boxers. “Sure!” said Bill. “But what should we call you?” The snowman pondered for a moment. “Frosty. Frosty the Snow – no. Frosty the Bro-man.” The snowman reached out and took Bill by the left hand and Diego by the right, then started sprinting for the back fence, dragging the two behind him. Just as it seemed they would crash into the fence, he leapt high into the air, his leap becoming flight and the three of them ascended high into the sky over the town. Heading north.

5th of December New day, new story ! and a juicy one by @LukeXL Tell us your thought and see you tomorrow Gabriel stood naked looked at himself in has bathroom mirror. Yes, he was looking good. Great, even. He thought back to that Saturday in March. He and Rémy having lunch in the Marais. Rémy announcing, as if reminding him of something to pick up at Carrefour: "This isn't working. I'm moving out." He'd spent a month in a daze, not knowing what to do with himself or with his life, until one day, walking back to his apartment he'd seen one word on the window of a small local gym: "MUSCULATION". He paused and stared. Weight training. Building muscles. He joined on the spot. And now, eight months of dedication bordering on obsession later, here he was. Lean, muscular, and ready to show Rémy what he was missing. Olivier's invitation had said the dress code was "Kinky Christmas". The perfect excuse to show off his new body. First, the red sweatshirt. He'd cut it down so that it only covered the top of his pecs, leaving his nipples and everything lower bare. Then, long white socks with red trim. Finally the red and white striped thong. It wasn't the kind of thing you could just buy at Les Halles, so he'd found a tailor online who made custom underwear. Expensive, but he had a particular vision in mind. And it looked amazing. He'd chosen the "bulge enhancing" option, and it was working! A Kinky Christmas Muscle Jock! He was ready to go. He pulled on some jeans, a coat and boots and called an Uber. He wasn't comfortable on the ride over. The thong seemed to be getting tighter and tighter. He tried to adjust it, pulling his jeans down a bit, but it didn't help. He was getting hard, and the thong was forcing it against the front of his jeans, making a very prominent bulge. Mercifully the drive wasn't too long, and he was soon at Olivier's apartment building. He got out of the car and walked into the lobby and into the elevator. He was alone in the elevator, so he took the opportunity to adjust himself. He unzipped his jeans and pulled them down a bit. His enormous package burst out of its confinement and bounced up and down. This was... unexpected. He tried to zip up his jeans again, but there was now no way they would close. Well, he may as well make a big entrance! He took off his boots and coat and pulled his jeans all the way off, leaving him in just his sweatshirt, socks and thong. He was now fully erect and straining against the thong. He looked down at it. It was enormous! In the mirror he could see that his balls were swelling up too, hanging down lower and heavier, stretching the striped fabric to it's limit. The elevator door opened and he stepped out into the hallway. It was difficult to walk now, his enormous package bouncing up and down with every step. His balls were now down to his knees, and his shaft was pointing straight ahead, almost as thick as his arm! He leaned against the wall, struggling to make it the few metres to Olivier's door. After a few more torturous steps he made it to the door, but his package was now so heavy that he feel to his knees. His balls were so big he was sitting on them, while his shaft continued to grow thicker and longer, developing a distinct curve upwards at the end. The thin straps of the thong couldn't take the strain anymore and snapped off, leaving just his package and balls wrapped in the stretchy red and white striped fabric. He knocked on the door. After a few moments it opened. Rémy, dressed in a red harness, Santa hat and red boots stood looking down at him. "Gabriel?" he said, and started laughing. "This is meant to be une super orgie, not un sucre d'orge!" "Suck it, Rémy!" said Gabriel.

1st december Greetings, wonderful Muscle Growth community! Today, I am thrilled to reveal a project that has been bubbling with excitement—the Muscle Growth Advent Calendar, showcasing 24 incredible illustrations. Each drawing is a unique celebration of muscles and captivating growth scenarios. Every day until Christmas, I will unveil a new illustration accompanied by a story, crafted in collaboration with authors from this very community. Without further ado, I present to you the official 1st image of the Muscle Growth Advent Calendar! For today's image, the story is generously gifted by the talented @LukeXL . Join us in this thrilling journey of creativity and muscle-inspired joy throughout the holiday season! Stay tuned for daily updates as we countdown to the 24th of December, bringing you a blend of artistic brilliance and captivating narratives. Let the festive muscle magic begin! "Oh gracious, Twinkles! What's happened to you?" said Bubbles. Twinkles, his extra-special best friend, was much taller and much more muscular than he had been this morning. His clothes were stretched tight over his new muscles, and his hat was too small for his head. "I don't know, Bubbles!" said Twinkles. "You know I've been working so hard on Santa's Special Wishes project for the last few weeks... ow!" Twinkles' arms swelled up and his sleeves ripped off. "Anyway... this morning I wasn't paying attention and I drank a beaker of Special Wish Number 1 instead of my snowberry juice! ... ooow!" The last remains of Twinkles' shirt was no match for his enormous new chest and shoulders, and it burst into shredded rags, revealing his massive, smooth, hairless body. "And then I've just been growing and growing ever since! Oh my goodness!" His elf shorts exploded off of him, revealing his enormous legs and tight butt. "I'm so big! I'm so strong!" "I'm so lucky!" said Bubbles. "I've always wanted a big, strong extra-special best friend! And now I have one! Oh, Twinkles, I'm so happy!" "As will all the boys and girls who's special wish to Santa was to be big and strong! I think this will be the best Christmas ever!" said Twinkles. "The best Christmuscle!" said Bubbles.

CHAPTER SEVEN — TWO YEARS AND FIVE MONTHS LATER The corrupting of the IFBB’s Thai Chapter is widely known five years into Scarab’s reign. It seems so unnecessary as the androgenic transformation has risen such a snorting, sick beast of a body for Scarab that his rule would be absolute anyway. Still, the judging panel of the Mr. Thai contest is a credit to Scarab’s cheating wile. Its members, placed by him into their seats, include, among others, the police commissioner’s secret male lover, Shen’s uncle, Ban’s gay porn film director, Dr. Ridi, and the regional director of the gym equipment supply wholesaler that stocks Muscle Rock Pride Gyms. Yet, now, as the panel sits considering the final, perhaps its composition will prove more fortuitous to others than Scarab would have ever tolerated. Scarab radiates on stage flanked by Ban and Shen, with other competitors arrayed further out. Scarab exhibitions the peeled exposure of every one of his uncountable muscle fibers. He heaves fifty pounds heavier than the twenty four year olds at his side. His poser is so obscene it is almost literally a g-string, padded to an unreal degree in his groin. It is minutes from the completion of the final call out round and the certain re-crowning of Scarab as reigning title holder. It has Scarab delirious and euphoric in his absolute impossibility. The hopefuls jostle under the lights while the announcers’ voices bathe them in fawning praise. Yet at the back of the darkened amphitheater a stir begins to be detectable. It is local audience members who notice first. But the disruption grows. The wider room begins to be distracted. Until even members of the panel begin to steal glances in the direction of the noise. Only the competitors and announcers seem not to notice. So it is, that when one of the announcers in their nattering, says, “And there they are… perhaps the best competitors who’ve ever sought the title,” a voice from the rear of the audience calls out, loud and powerful. “All who ought be in contention for the title are not posing on stage!” Members of the audience hear. The announcers hear. The competitors hear. The panel hears. And a light comes up in the aisle in the middle of it all. A hulking Naylon towers in a Terry cloth robe. His face is cavernous with diet and deep brown with dye. From the bottom hem of the his garment protrude his shaved and spray tanned sinewed knees and calves. “This is highly unorthodox,” says the gym equipment rep to the other judges. “It should not be allowed,” says Shen’s uncle. “Let him show himself. All should contend” scratches out Dr Ridi’s ancient voice. A hot microphone picks up his words. He is an accomplice to Naylon’s appearance. An announcer’s voice comes on trying to get things under control, “Sorry for the slight disruption, folks…. All the competitors are officially on the stage…” And then Naylon’s hands loosen the belt at his waist and the robe peels from his bowling-balled shoulders and drops to the ground. The audience gasps. Their breath is literally sucked out of their chests. Naylon looks a god brought to life. His impossibly delted expanse soars to sixty three inches around. His waist chokes in at thirty two. His thighs are an unfellable thirty three inches. And each arm measures over twenty inches just hanging at his side. His smile explodes across his face. Naylon slings his hips to the side. He girdles his abs into a panel of pure cobbled armor. He raises curled fists to his ears in a blatant display of size that almost rivals Scarab’s. The audience goes wild. “All should contend!” shouts a bro voice from near the spectacle which is Naylon grown to 288 pounds. He is as handsome as any of the biggest international movie stars but as built as an elephant. “Yeah,” shouts another. And then “Contend!” Some one next to him echos back, “All should!” And then a chant starts and grows. First a few, then almost all. It’s a round with half taking one phrase and the other half the other. “All should!…” goes the call. “Contend!…” comes the reply. Until the amphitheater is drowned with the repetition, “All should!… Contend!…. All should!…. Contend!…” It fills the amphitheater over and over. The competitors are halted. Frozen. The announcers are largely at a loss for words. “Well…. hmm…” and “Gosh folks”… and finally, “The judging panel has an unprecedented decision to make.” The panel debates. Tempers rise. Some are staunch on each side. And then the gym equipment supplier finally taps the microphone with his nail. The room quiets. With a projected sense of calm, the gym equipment supplier explains, “Our contest is not tested. No advantage that the others don’t have could be brought by any man who mounts the stage now versus before. The purity of our title is meant for bestowal on the greatest evolution of man. The panel judges that all should contend. This man shall join the lineup. But as caution, the panel has seen this muscle man with clear eyes and wants to set expectations that you’ll all agree this gentleman is not big enough at what looks like only two hundred sixty pounds to take the title from the lead.” The audience erupts with applause. All the bro dudes shout stuff. A lot of the straight girls eye him. Naylon proceeds to the stage. As hulking as he is, he is up on the lip like a cat. He strides to the floodlights. The bright exposure is a revelation. Size is one thing but his muscle connections are a gift. His pecs dome his neck. His lats wing out. His quadricep bellies fill high along his groin on to his hip. He spins to the audience and lays it all bare. The roars are exuberant. And then Scarab is beside him dwarfing him. Scarab is agressive, moving into Naylon’s space, grappling and pushing him about. The aestheticism is lesser but the pure mass is excessive. “Nayyylonn,” the monster drips with derision. “I’ve become quite the muscle man, haven’t I, you crooked fuck,” Naylon utters back. Naylon writhes gracefully and steps into the clear reaching his arms up into a great Vee. His abdomen is torched with ripping paper thin skin. His poser arches with a beautiful porn-y endowment, his legs are long incredibly muscled things. Scarab stomps back closer. He squeezes a double biceps tilting forward. The density of the volume of muscle necessary to weigh 350 pounds is solely obscene. The crowd is swinging toward the mega heavyweight on the stage. “Scarab… scarab… scarab…” many are shouting. The announcers come on. “It looks like we may be close to a time for a decision.” Naylon sees himself overshadowed more and more. But he says to Scarab, “You are going down!” Scarab bowls into Naylon making him stumble and land into the ground. “Not by the likes of you,” he growls and proceeds to strike one arousing pose after another. He hears the fervor of the crowd igniting. He lifts his arms into great double bis. Their weight alone is almost 75 pounds. He wants this. He needs this. He is addicted to this. This thing that belongs to him. To being abjectly monstrous. To being a fucking God. But as he expects the volume of the audience to further build, a weird stuttering begins instead. And then a softening. And then it is as if every breath is held. He doesn’t understand it. This audience is his. He is a fucking roidpigged grotesque monster. And then he hears a voice. “Uncle,” it says, “Simb is here.” Behind the magnificent Scarab where he stands pumped, mammothed, and with his glistening oil and sweat dripping, an ominous silhouette begins to arise. It’s disorienting to the fans who can’t comprehend the shadow, who’ve always believed in the laws of biology. Who’ve come to consider Scarab the ultimate that could ever be. But, now, behind Scarab, stepping into the circle of light, appears Simb. He is six foot four and almost four hundred pounds. Seventy inches circle his chest. Each of his gargantuan thighs is just under forty inches. His gorilla long arms’ biceps stretch the tape at 28 inches apiece. No one in the audience ever thought they would ever have seen anything like this. Simb knows how mindfucked they must all be. He and Naylon have been dosing black magic concoctions that Dr Ridi has developed just for them. They’ve been on never before conceived primal potions, molecular configurations that have torched what androgenics ever previously meant. They have been eating unstoppingly like beasts taken from the jungle and fed in captivity. And he has melded with the iron, lifting it in quantities to defy the mind — more and more plates, and bars and size. Simb now literally approaches the image of the muscle morphed photo that had made Naylon so aroused. This is him now. Indescribably alive with the thundering pulses of strength and pure power he has had to have been given to understand how it feels. He is to reign. There is a destiny here. And consuming what others cannot have in order to weigh four hundred pounds of distilled and purified muscle is him. It’s what is meant for him. Or whether it is meant for him or not it’s what he does to himself, will keep doing to himself, will keep for himself, will make of himself. He sees the fear in Scarab’s eyes as he approaches. His uncle, muscle man, shies away. Simb is the young lord. With his massive hand he catches Scarab by the nape. And then his other hand is in Scarab’s erect little groin. With a sweep of all Simb’s muscular beauty scarab is over Simb’s head in mid-air. Scarabs limbs wave desperately while a dazzling carnivorous smile breaks out on Simb’s perrfectly skinned face. Simb pumps Scarab into the air like so many easy military presses. Simb’s back is the unholy landing deck of an aircraft carrier. His torso is a billboard of rising highlands. His legs are stanchions of the very earth. His posing suit paints a nearly invisible line over his hips, before hammocking the exquisite bulge that is the gift of a true monster dick passed down and soaring as it arches in his groin. He looks at the crowd. Every pair of eyes is in love. How could they not be in love with this unreality he has unleashed. He roars. And raising Scarab high in a final exhibitioning flow, Simb throws Scarab like a bale of hay. Scarab knocks into Shen and Ban and all three topple from the stage into the pit below. “Roar!!!!!!!!!” Simb decries swinging into a rotating three quarter back pose and the panel of judges erupts with pure admiration. The representative of the equipment wholesaler grabs the panel mic a last time. Giddily, he announces that Simb has won. Simb Bakkani is Mr. Thailand. Simb’s head rises. His glorious divine 28”arms reach to the heavens. His monstrous muscled 54” ass is nearly bare. His inhuman gorilla 39.5” legs flare, and the monument of his 70” pecs inflate and lift. He feels the power of a thousand ancestors tidally flowing through all this that he has become. He is the rightfully elevated king of Muscle Pride Rock and he RooaaAaaAAAARRRRRRSSSSSS! The End

Forgive any spelling/grammatical mistakes, been out of practice. Got inspired to write this story. Johnny could feel all eyes fall on him as he entered the gym. Could he blame them? Three hundred pounds of pure lean muscle, packed tight into a sun-yellow stringer that clung to pecs that looked like they could have their own gravitational pull. Not to mention lats that made his cannon-like arms rest at a permanent angle, and a pair of legs that could rival a racing horse. Johnny knew he was a damn stud, and he savored the dozens of eyes watching him walk towards the weights; the big man not even bothering to check in at the reception. It was chest day, and Johnny was keen on giving his audience a show. Taking over one of the benches, Johnny loaded the olympic bar with one hundred fifteen pounds as his warm-up. By now the gym had nearly totally silent, the only sound being the shitty pop hits playing over the speakers. Placing his calloused hands on the bar, Johnny got into position, and with barely any effort he unracked the weight. With steady even reps, Johnny brought the bar down to his chest, then back up - making sure to lock out his arms as he did. Five, ten, fifteen, twenty. He only stopped at forty because he was getting bored. With a heavy clang he reracked the barbell. The beginnings of a decent pump were showing, the straps of his stringer were already being stretched before he started, now they looked like they were holding on for dear life as his chest threatened to tear the garment apart. “More.” Johnny’s voice was like thunder as it escaped his lips - he hadn’t even shouted, but if you were close enough you could feel the ground rumble with the single word. Another five pounds were added to the bar, and another forty reps were completed. Johnny didn’t start showing signs of fatigue until he’d done his set of forty with 130lbs. The gym had gone dead silent by then, the receptionist having turned off the radio. If everyone wasn’t watching him before, they were now. Johnny stood from the bench. The stringer clung to his frame like a second skin, the maroon fabric drenched in sweat as it hugged every inch of his pumped torso. His already massive chest was beyond pumped, cable veins and striations covering the muscle. The fist sized abs that sat just below were on full display now, each deep groove framing his midsection perfectly. Slowly, Johnny grabbed the collar of his stringer. With one powerful movement, he tore the fabric like paper - he could swear he heard one of the older gym members moan out as he revealed his immense musculature. “Tren hard.” He gave a double bi to a nearby man in his early forties - a small smile spreading across his face as he watched the older man fall to his knees clutching his tenting shorts. Adding another five pounds to the bar, Jonny then returned to the bench - as his lats got an indirect pump from the lift, they spilled even farther off the sides. Unracking the weight, Johnny got into position. Sweat began to poor down his face as he lowered the bar, his arms trembling as he struggled to control the weight. The rep was going perfect, until he’d gotten half way, when he felt the cool air brush against his now exposed nipples. The cool air blowing across the long finger sized nubs made him lose concentration. With as much strength as he could will into his massive pecs, Jony managed to push the weight back up to lockout, and rerack the bar. Johnny let out a satisfied growl as he got to his feet, his massive chest rising and falling with every breath. He marched over to the nearest bench, each footstep sending a ripple through his shredded quads. Ignoring the towel and water bottle that rested on the equipment, Johnny dragged the bench next to the rows of dumbbells - completely ignoring the skinny twink who tried to meekly tell him he was using that. The more pumped Johnny got, the less of a shit he gave towards the little guys around him. They were there to watch the big men, give their unspoken praise and admiration to them - their own pitiful workouts were secondary to admiring him. Grabbing hold of a pair of 15s, Johnny sprawled himself onto the bench, his testosterone filled sweat immediately making the pleather fabric moist. Just like with the barbell bench, each rep was executed with perfect unyielding form. Up, down, up, down. Veins continued to snake across his chest and the muscle grew with each movement - the water retention from the creatine he diligently took making the muscle packed full to the brim. After eighteen agonizing reps, Johnny let the dumbbells fall the ground with a thud. Not bother to put the weights away, he went back to the rack and grabbed a pair of 18s. He repeated the set, making sure to let out guttural moans with each rep he did. After another fifteen reps were done, Johnny tossed the weights down and got to his feet. The pump was nasty. There was hardly a better way to describe the inhuman level of size and density of his chest. Hose thick veins snaked around pecs that resembled small planets rather than muscle. For shits and giggles Johnny grabbed a weight clip and placed it against his chest. He wasn’t sure if it was the copious amount of sweat, or the textured striations, but the rush of hormones that filled him as he watched the metal stick to the meaty orb was nothing short of overwhelming. He was sure at this rate if he kept it up he could have his own ecosystem on his chest - maybe even eventually have tiny little cities built across their expanse. “Oh my god, his chest has it’s own gravitational pull.” A nearby twink exclaimed quietly, his voice thick with lust and envy. “Let’s test that theory.” Johnny turned towards the group of lifters all watching him. Drawing in a deep breath, Johnny brought his arms forward into the biggest most muscular he could manage, his musculature exploding in size as his face got red from the effort. Gritting his teeth, he focused all he could on his chest. His already hard member got even more rigid as he watched one of the lightest members - an elderly man in his late sixties - slowly get pulled in his direction, his brittle body gliding across the floor until he made contact with Johnny’s engorged chesticles. Sweat poured down his immense physique as he hardened his flex even more; and in response he watched as another man -younger, in his late twenties- also got pulled in. After two more had been pulled into his mass, the gym goers began to flee, stumbling their way away from the mass monster. Johnny let out a primal snarl, asserting his alpha dominance over the gym as he continued his massive flex. His posing was momentarily interrupted as he felt something warm come in contact with his finger-length nipple. The warm feeling was then accompanied by another on the other nipple, and the sounds of vigorous sucking. The old man, and the young man had begun attacking his nipples with their mouths, sucking the meaty nubs with all their energy, and guzzling the white liquid the spurt in response. With each gulp the two grew little by little, slowly beginning to resemble the density and size of their god. “Yes, grow my children. Become alphas like me, your ALPHA KING.” His voice shook the building, weights came crashing onto the floor and mirrors shattered. “Oof, I don’t feel so good.” The older man’s voice broke through the silence that had followed Johnny’s words. He gripped his belly, the blocky abs that adorned his midsection were bloated and swollen out into a large distended sphere. Johnny let out a small grunt as his eyes caught something, nearly imperceptible - at the top of the beer keg of a belly, he saw… a kick.

We might have an art for cj thanks to @JostinS

8th day of December What do our Musclemass advent calendar bring us today ? Something something about three wide men I think ! or were they wise ? I can't recall Today's story is brought to you by @mczapl Enjoy and see you tomorrow “We three kings of orient are Bearing gifts we traverse afar” They finally met. The Three Kings. Each one was a legend in his own kingdom and famous beyond his own realm. Cause each subject wanted to be ruled by a monarch whose strength did not only come from the number of soldiers or towns he possessed, but also from the supreme physique he built, the best of all mortals. That's what they believed in. But then they heard about another monarch just like them. And another one. They became jealous of each other. But also curious. How do the other two look like? Is it a legend or are they also so strong and well built? Maybe even bigger? Manlier? Sexier? More virile? When they saw the star they knew it was a sign. Then they saw an angel who told them to follow the rising star to participate in the first royal bodybuilding show, which will be held in Bethlehem on 24 December 1 AD. In the jury: Jesus and the Angels. In the public: Holy Mary, Saint Joseph and the shepherds. They were extremely excited. Which one will win gold? Which one will place second and receive frankincense and which will place last and get myrrh? The show was just about to begin….

Found this story in my works somewhere, hoping to start writing again. Rushing over like a mouse, lil’ Phil swiped the stick from the bench, rushing back over to hide behind a section of lockers. Hearing the shower turn off, the hot steam filling the room. Hearing the loud slaps of feet on wet tile, lil’ Phil peered around the corner of the lockers as Vance came around the corner into the locker room. Sliding back behind the lockers for a moment, lil’ Phil peered back out. Vance was facing away from him, strutting over to the bench. His thick hairy ass bounced up and down, his hamstrings still pumped. Even for a hockey player, Vance’s legs were massive. Lil’ Phil peered more around the corner at Vance. He could hear the slap of his large feet on the tile, but also the slap of something else. Cowering back as he saw Vance begin to turn around, Lil’ Phil peered back out. Vance’s attention was searching for his stick of deodorant. Looking from his place of hiding, Lil’ Phil’s eyes widened as he saw the massive sausage swinging between Vance’s massive quads. It was beautiful, hooking down and to the left. It was thick like a sausage too, curving over Vance’s two engorged lemon-sized nuts. Hanging down, lil’ Phil guessed it to be nearly 7 inches soft. Rubbing himself, he watched as the big cock swung around. Imagining how big it got fully erect, the first number to enter his head was a fat 10 inches. Rubbing himself more, he convinced himself that that monster could probably hit 11 inches. But maybe he was a shower and a grower, and that fat dick was 12 inches hard. Rubbing himself more and more, lil’ Phil had to cower back around the corner, afraid to attract Vance’s attention. Calming himself, he looked again. Vance had given up looking for his deodorant. Toweling off, lil’ Phil watched as his towel dried his thick hairy legs, his massive cock, his meaty midsection, and his hairy pecs. Sliding a hand through his wet hair, Vance looked down, flexing his pecs for himself. But also for his unseen audience, lil’ Phil thought, enjoying the show too. Watching as Vance pulled on a pair of boxer briefs, his thick sausage running down toward his left leg. No wonder it had a curve. Pulling on a pair of light-colored sweatpants, lil’ Phil could still see his thick bulge through the fabric. Tugging on a cotton shirt as well, Vance ran his hand through his wet hair again. Tying on his shoes, he walked out the room, the door closing with a loud slam. Creeping out of his hiding place, lil’ Phil was now alone. Uncapping Vance’s deodorant, his nostrils instantly filled with the delicious musky soapy scent. Unmarked, he had to guess. It was a mixture of sandalwood, clove, and something else. Maybe it was the residual musk from Vance’s armpits. Lil’ Phil smelled it again, his cock rock hard again. Looking down at his twig-like figure. Raising his pencil arms, he didn’t even have armpit hair, despite being the same age as Vance. Rubbing the deodorant on, lil’ Phil inhaled the scent from his armpit. His diaphragm relaxing, allowing him to inhale even more, lil’ Phil sighed. Rubbing it under his other arm, he felt the cool freshness on his skin. Going over, he unwrapped his towel. Hiding until he could shower in privacy, waiting for most of the gym class, and lastly, Vance, to finish showering. Going into the steamy room, he turned on the shower. Feeling his hair get plastered with the warm water, he washed his face and neck. Washing his chest and arms, his armpits still freshly scented from the deodorant. Washing his skinny midsection and undercarriage, lil’ Phil was reminded again of his nickname. Always diminutive in stature, the name calling was an regular but tolerable experience. But after he got his towel torn off after gym class by another student, the name really stuck. Frowning, lil’ Phil continued to wash his body, feeling the warm water enclose his skin, except for the cool feeling in his armpits. Turning off the shower, his sodden body trudged back to the locker room. Toweling off, he began drying his arms, feeling his bicep tense up. Dazed for a moment, lil’ Phil rubbed his armpit, confused. Looking down, his nostrils were filled by a stronger scent of sandalwood and musk. His small armpit had a healthy tuft of hair. Tensing his arms, he watched as a small ball of muscle bunched up. Checking his right arm, finding the same result. Breathing in the musk of the deodorant, lil’ Phil uncapped the stick again. Rubbing it on his armpit hair, he felt the odd feeling of body hair get brushed around. Inhaling it, he smelled even better, stronger, more masculine. Tensing his arms, he watched as the small balls of muscle tensed up, swelling larger. His shoulders were broader, and his forearms looked stronger. Looking closer, lil’ Phil could see the fine but definite dark hairs coating his forearms and wrists. Checking again, his armpit hair was thicker now. Rolling the stick out more, lil’ Phil rolled the cooling stick on his bare chest. Breathing in the strong scent, it felt like he had just put a slathering of Vic’s vapor rub on his chest. Looking down, he watched as his flat chest slowly began to curve out. Closing his eyes for half a minute, his mind focused on the strong scent. Opening his eyes, lil’ Phil could see a definite change in his chest. He had a small pair of pecs! Rubbing them, feeling the coarse prickliness of tiny hairs covering them. Rolling the stick out more, lil’ Phil was not frugal with it. Rolling it on his armpits and chest again, his neck and jawline, his midsection, around his undercarriage, and especially down his legs. The smell was ridiculously strong now, he felt like a candle of sandalwood and musk. Rubbing his armpit with his fingers, feeling the longer and bushier hair fill the cavity more and more. His forearms now had a healthy covering of arm hair now. His biceps looked so much bigger already. Flexing them, his strength increasing by the second as his arms swelled bigger than softballs. His shoulders broadened more. Scratching his neck, he could feel a thick Adam’s apple filling the space. Scratching the thick hairs covering his neck and jawline, he already had a heavy stubble. Rubbing his chest, he felt his bigger pecs fill out his hands more and more. His nipples were being forced downwards, his chest growing a nice coating of body hair. The scent grew stronger. Rubbing his midsection, feeling his formerly skinny rib-protruding abdomen thicken up. Six strong bricks forming like a runway down his midsection. A thick treasure trail linking his chest to his crotch. Scratching his thick pubic hair, lil’ Phil felt his not-so-little package. Rubbing his dick, it already felt incredibly larger in his hand. It filled his hand just soft, and rubbing it more and more, it was already outgrowing his hand. His hairy nuts swelling in his sack, lil’ Phil was hit with a blast of testosterone, his brain growing a little fuzzy as he felt a brick wall of emotions hit him. His dick rose up instantly, pumping with blood and extra sensitive. His muscles all relaxed for a moment before flexing and pumping larger, swelling and filling out his frame even more. He felt his limbs stretch out as he began to grow taller. Several desires filled his thoughts: he needed to grow, he needed to flex, he needed to fuck. Grabbing his cock, stroking and jerking it with earnest, feeling the flood of sensation hit his body. His body hair grew thicker as his nuts swelled larger. His thighs began to flex and swell even more, growing from a blemished twig to a massive teardrop-shaped limb coated in leg hair. His calves swelled and expanded, growing longer and thicker. Looking down from his new height, lil’ Phil felt dazed and his mind got fuzzier. Grabbing his forehead, rubbing his temples, lil’ Phil groaned. His nostrils filled with the thick scent. Opening his eyes after a few minutes, he looked around. Finding the mirror, he gazed at his reflection. Flexing his biceps, he knew he had to pump these babies more tonight, gonna break records with these pythons. Scratching his chest, he yawned. Bringing his arm up, he took a deep sniff of his thick armpit hair. Smelling the thick musk emanating from the bush, his dick pumped up a little. Going over to the bench, he uncapped his deodorant. Annoyed by needing to always apply deodorant, his arms always seemed to get extra stanky. Rolling on the cooling deodorant, Big Phil sighed at the familiar scent. Inhaling the thick sandalwood and musk haze, he rolled the stick on his hairy chest and crotch, wanting to prevent any lingering odors. Grabbing his forehead as another hazy spell hit him, Big Phil sat down, stretching his long legs out onto the floor. Rubbing his head, his hazy senses making him groan. Stretching out his feet more, Big Phil rubbed his eyes, another hazy spell hitting him as he lifted his arms up. The uncapped deodorant filling the room with the thick smell. Groaning, Big Phil felt his cock jump up. So fucking horny. Gotta jerk off before he leaves or else he’ll sprout another boner during hockey practice. Getting up, he groaned as his joints cracked. Rubbing his cock, feeling the familiar thick shaft filling his fist. Going over to the mirror, crouching down a little to look at his reflection. Seeing his thick bearded face stare back at him, he scratched his thick scruff. Flexing his bicep as he flexed, admiring the massive muscle. His massive arms were a thing of beauty, taking years of dedicated muscle building, but it was more than worth it. Slapping his hairy thighs, feeling the thick muscle fill his hands. They were naturally huge, building up over the years of skating practice. His additional squat regiments only making them grow faster. Rubbing his massive glutes, feeling his huge cakey ass fill his hand. Leaning back up, Big Phil went over to the shower, wanting to clean up again before practice. The hot water coating his furry body, he lathered up, scrubbing every inch of his massive form. Taking care around his crotch, really washing his forest-like bush. Scrubbing his massive nuts, he squeezed them, feeling the huge orange-sized orbs swell a little. Getting another dazey spell, Big Phil moaned. Grabbing his cock, he stroked the massive tool. That blessing had been feeling more and more like a curse. He was always massively hung, but recently he had been really stretching the term, more like monstrously hung. It was so heavy and thick, it sloped down, pointed towards the floor. Rubbing it, Big Phil bucked his hips. Instantly, the stream of cum exploded out of his cock, coating the floor around the shower. The thick musk of his cum filling the room. Ducking down to wash his thick mane of hair, Big Phil finished his shower. Going to the locker room, grabbing his supersized towel. Taking care to dry off every inch of his furry pillow-like pecs, all the way down his cobblestone-like 8-pack. Around the base of his footlong-soft cock and especially around his grapefruit-sized nuts. Drying his wedding cake ass and his tree-trunk thighs, Big Phil tossed the towel with the rest of his stuff. Pulling on his skintight leggings and an increasingly tight pair of shorts over it, taking care to angle his massive cock down his leg. Tugging on a t-shirt and a jersey, Big Phil threw the rest of his stuff in his gym bag. Taking out his deodorant, he uncapped it and sniffed it for a moment before throwing it back in. He fucking loved that smell.

Chapter 3 “What’s it like to be so big?” Keith asked as the two men lay in bed. Bruce was lying on his back, his pecs sitting higher than his face, obscuring his lower body. His right arm was extended underneath Keith’s head, providing him with a hard yet not uncomfortable pillow. The slightest movement was felt by Keith as Bruce’s entire body was unable to remain completely relaxed for too long. “I’m not big. I know that sounds ridiculous but in my mind, I’m not big at all. I’ve felt that way since the very beginning. Back then, I joined the gym to feel a little stronger, look a little better. It didn’t happen immediately but not long after I started, I knew I would never want to stop. For the longest time, I was the only person that could see the changes. I took a couple of years of training before others started to notice. At first it was just a few innocent comments about how my arms looked bigger or a certain shirt looked tighter.” “How did that feel?” Keith asked as he absentmindedly stroked Bruce’s inflated right pec. “It felt great but it also really pissed me off. You see, something had changed in me during those first few years. A switch had be tripped. I became obsessed with the gym, no, with growing. I never thought it would happen, hell, I didn’t even know what bodybuilding was back then. But once I discovered what was possible, how someone could change their body so dramatically, I knew that was all I wanted. People admiring my puny gains sickened me. I was just beginning to realize what was possible and I was so far from where I wanted to be. I started steroids during those early days. I barely had any muscle but I knew I had to do whatever it took to grow. Before long, people started assuming I was an amateur bodybuilder but by then I had already moved on.” “What do you mean?” “I no longer wanted to look like a bodybuilder. Sure, I admired what they were able to accomplish but I craved much more. I believed even the top professionals were holding themselves back and that wasn’t going to be me. I needed to push myself to the absolute limit. When I say I was obsessed, I meant it. I became like an animal. The more muscle I gained, the more focused I became. Fuck, I was a complete asshole back then, hell, I still am. I refused to let anyone stand in my way. At the gym, I used my growing body to intimate everyone. If I wanted a bench, I took it. If I was feeling particularly pumped, I would pose and flex, I didn’t care who was around. All I wanted was to grow bigger, freakier and more grotesque.” Keith shivered. “Grotesque?” “Yes. I knew what I was becoming was not what most people considered pretty. Sure, there is a point where a jacked guy looks hot, and there are even a lot of people that get turned on by even the biggest bodybuilders, but what was happening to me was way beyond that. I was turning into something no one had ever imagined. Even before I reached 300lbs, I didn’t look human. My level of vascularity was way more extreme than others. I looked like I didn’t even have skin. I remember faltering a little back then. Seeing people’s reaction to how I looked. I thought I was taking it too far.” “Really?” “I remember picking some huge dude up once. I only weighed 280lbs, 30lbs more than him. We barely made it back to his place before he was ripping my clothes off. He marvelled at my size. We were both really getting into it. He begged me to pose for him, encouraging me to get as pumped as I could. I obliged and started to flex. At first, he was mesmerized. The more I posed, the more pumped I became. As my body swelled bigger and bigger, I saw his fascination start to change. I was in a trance by now and couldn’t stop flexing. I needed to get as pumped as I could, not for him but for myself. His face started to show fear as I grunted and sweated in front of him. I remember looking down at one point and nearly cumming at the sight of the veins on my arms and pecs. They looked more extreme than ever. I willed myself to flex even harder, my eyes must have looked crazed, I was growling like an animal, my jaw was clenched so tight I was frothing at the mouth. I was so focused I didn’t hear him begging me to stop. I still remember the feeling when I hit that final most muscular pose, every muscle screamed with agony, I had never been so pumped. I relaxed the pose and finally came out of my trance. The poor guy was curled into a ball on the floor weeping uncontrollable. I asked what was wrong and he just started stammering that I was a freak. I felt anger rise in me as I stood over his trembling body. I started to shout that I did exactly what he wanted me to do, get as pumped up as possible. When he whispered that I looked gross, I snapped. ‘Gross! You think I’m gross? Well man, I have some news for you; if you think this is gross you aren’t ready for just how disgusting I will become.’ My own words shocked me but as they flowed from my mouth, I knew I was changed. From that day on, I never questioned my goals again. I wanted people to cower at the sight of me, it meant I was achieving what I set out to do, become an absolute monster.” Keith had sat up in bed, his back now to Bruce. “You ok?” Keith sat there for a moment, he head down, not moving. “No I’m not.” Bruce propped himself up on his elbows. “Keith?” “I’m not ok Bruce.” Keith said as he stood up and turned to face Bruce. “There are a few things you need to understand. First; you are fucking massive but that doesn’t mean you should stop. I never imagined someone could be as huge as you are and now that I know it’s possible, I want to see how much bigger you can get.” Keith climbed back on the bed near Bruce’s feet. His placed his strong hands running along the giant slabs that formed Bruce’s calfs. “Secondly; I personally like how grotesque you look. I’ve never been so terrified and turned on by one person at the same time before. I’m in awe of what you can make all this muscle do and I can’t get enough of how veiny and freaky you look.” With his hands dwarfed by Bruce’s un-flexed quads, Keith leaned down and gently placed his lips on Bruce’s semi-hard cock, causing the big man to moan loudly. Keith started to suck, making Bruce’s cock swell. He withdrew his mouth and grasped the now-hard dick and started to methodically jerk it up and down. “Thirdly, I never knew just how much I wanted to get bigger until this very moment.” “AAAAAHHHHHHH, you mean it?” Bruce said, bucking his hips making Keith bounce like he was riding a bull. “Fuck yes! I want you to help turn me into a roided up, massive freak of nature.” Bruce reached up and grabbed Keith’s shoulders, guiding his mouth towards his now dripping cock. Keith swallowed the entire throbbing member as both men moaned loudly. Keith’s hands travelled up Bruce’s etched abs and explored every deep, iron-hard striation that covered every inch. “OH FUCK YEAH!” Bruce screamed as he neared orgasm. “Let’s grow fucking MASSIVE!” He bellowed as he released his first load of cum. Keith eagerly drank every drop, never releasing his mouth from Bruce’s dick.