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  1. Chapter 18 Two weeks later—it was a Friday night—Gabriel came home from work in an utterly low mood, and no amount of prodding would get him to explain why. Come the next day, he was still in a blue funk. Douglas and I had planned on going to a party that a friend of Bridget’s was throwing, but I could not in good conscience leave Gabriel home alone. Douglas, thankfully, agreed, so the three of us decided to crash in the living room to watch a mindless action flick. Alone in the kitchen, I took my ice cream out of its hiding place and brought it out to him in the living room. “You hide ice cream from me?” Gabriel asked, and the vaguest hint of a shadow of a smile crept at the corner of his mouth. “If I didn’t,” I replied, entwining with Douglas on the sofa, “I would never get any. It’s your cheat day go-to.” Twenty minutes into the movie, Gabriel got a phone call. As he reached for his phone, his shirt tore all the way down the back, the folds and bulges of his hyper-developed back coming into full view, mounds of meat and brawn hanging off his manly frame. Normally, when something like this happened, Gabriel got a little embarrassed, and maybe blushed a little. This time, he shouted, “Fucking fuck!” and tore off his shirt. As Gabriel stood there, shirtless and heaving, his monumental hairy pecs expanding and relaxing with his heightened breathing, Douglas asked me, “How do you not bust a nut every five minutes watching him get bigger and bigger like this?” “I used to,” I admitted. Gabriel answered his phone and then perfunctorily handed it to me. “It’s for you.” With that, he went into his room to find a fresh shirt. “Who would call me on your phone?” I asked, taking it. “Hello?” I asked the stranger on the other end. “Auggie!” said a voice I immediately recognized as my brother’s. “Hey, Johnny,” I said. “Another boyfriend?” Douglas asked, excitedly interested. “One of my brothers,” I said. To Johnny, I said, “What do you want?” “I actually wanted to talk to Gabriel, but since I have you, I do have a question. You still watch those videos of Gabriel I send you, right?” “Not even one.” “I don’t believe you.” “It’s true.” Johnny scoffed. “You mean to tell me you’ve given up on Gabriel?” “As a boyfriend? Yeah. Yeah, I have. In fact, I’m sitting here right now with my actual boyfriend.” “Sure, Jan,” Johnny said. “What’s his name? George Glass?” “His name is Douglas,” I said, handing the phone to Douglas. “Say hi to my brother,” I prompted him. “Hello, Auggie’s brother,” Douglas said. As he talked to Johnny, I only heard Douglas’s replies. “No, it’s Douglas.” Pause. “Boyfriend.” Pause. “Yes, boyfriend.” Pause. “Personal trainer.” Pause. “Invite me to dinner, and maybe you’ll find out.” Pause. “Do you want me just to send you a pic? I think this phone can do that.” Douglas took a picture of himself with Gabriel’s phone and sent it to Johnny. “Yes, that’s me.” Rolling his eyes, Douglas grabbed me close to him, took a picture of the two of us together, and sent it to Johnny. “Satisfied?” Pause. Handing me back the phone, Douglas said, “Your brother asked me how big my dick is. Here you go.” With that, he leaned back on the couch and put his feet up on the coffee table. “How do you pull all the hot guys?” Johnny asked me. “It makes no sense. We look so alike, and I never got the hot girls.” “Careful, or I’ll tell Trina you said that. And that you asked Douglas about his cock.” “Please, I study male infertility. I’ve seen 100 times more penises than you have, and I have a rough estimate of how many you saw during your slutty college days.” “What do you want, Johnny?” I repeated. “I want you to keep Gabriel in my study.” “Gabriel is in your study,” I said. “But he’s leaving.” “Is he?” I asked, surprised. “He hadn’t told me that.” “But there are 12 weeks left in the study.” Johnny was clearly antsy. “I thought the subjects were free to leave whenever they wanted.” “They are, but I really want Gabriel to stay.” “Why?” “His muscle growth is phenomenal! Unprecedented! Completely unexpected! The most anyone has ever put on before was 5 pounds, and he was a bodybuilder. We’re just shy of halfway through the trial, and Gabriel’s put on about sixteen times as much! And his penis has grown far larger than anyone else’s ever has. If we can find out why his biology reacted to the drug in this way, we might be able to encourage muscle growth or extreme genital growth in others. We just need more time and more data.” “Have you told him this?” I asked. “Of course. But he says he wants out.” “Then, you have your answer. Bye, Johnny.” I took the phone away from my face to hang up. “Auggie, wait!” I didn’t hang up. Instead, I brought the phone back to my face. Johnny continued. “I know what kind of guys you like. Don’t you want Gabriel to stay in the trial? Don’t you want to see him get even bigger? Keep him in the trial, and you’ll have the biggest, buffest boyfriend that ever existed!” With a note of anger in my voice, I reminded him, “Gabriel’s asexual, Johnny. Aroace, in fact. Therefore, he is not my boyfriend.” Douglas cleared his throat. “Douglas is my boyfriend,” I added. Douglas grinned possessively. “Douglas is fine for now, but he’s no Gabriel. A lovely benchwarmer. Trust me. We’re just halfway through this drug trial. A little longer, and Gabriel will come around. I can still fix him. Gabriel’s hormones will finally catch up to his wiring, and I’ll have a new brother-in-law.” “We both know that’s not happening,” I insisted. Gabriel came back into the room in a new shirt that looked painted on. “What does Johnny want?” he asked. “He wants you to stay in the drug trial,” I said. I thought it was most tactful to leave out Johnny’s insistence Gabriel marry me. “Put him on speaker,” Gabriel said. When I lowered the phone, Gabriel began talking loudly, almost loud enough to be called shouting. “Johnny, I made it very clear. I’m out. It’s getting too expensive. The food, the clothes. It’s too much. And I’m hairier than a gorilla. Shaving accomplishes nothing. And I spend too much time masturbating. I’m up to three times a day! And I barely fit in the toy Auggie bought me anymore. It’s like an arm growing out of my crotch. Have you tried masturbating with a nine and a half inch dick?” Douglas and I locked eyes, mouthing, “Nine and a half?” Gabriel continued his screed, “It’s frustrating and takes too long! And when you’re not attracted to anything, it takes even longer! I am out!” Johnny cut in. “What if I paid you for your food and clothing? Not through the study, obviously, but my company has a slush fund they’ve authorized me to use." "I’m 300 pounds of muscle, Johnny. That’s plenty.” Douglas and I locked eyes again, mouthing “300?” “But you could be more. 12 more weeks at the rate you’re growing? Who knows how big you’ll get?” “But my dick will keep getting bigger. It’s too big as is.” “Talk some sense into him, Auggie!” “I’m trying to talk some sense into you, Johnny!” I replied. “Gabriel is ace. He’s never going to want me that way, no matter how many chemicals you pump into him. If he wants out, he’s out.” With that, I hung up on Johnny. “Thank you, Auggie,” Gabriel said. “Are you really 300 pounds with a nine and a half inch cock?” Douglas asked. “I exaggerated,” Gabriel confessed. “Last night, I was 282 and 9.3.” Douglas took his feet off the coffee table, stunned. “That’s not exaggerating, Gabriel. That’s called rounding.” “I was really hoping to break 300, but this is good enough.” There was an odd tone in Gabriel’s voice. Longing? Regret? I couldn’t place the emotion. “You don’t want to leave the trial, do you?” I asked. “Are you kidding? Of course, I don’t. I just can’t deal with this,” he pointed at his crotch, “any more. And it’s only getting bigger.” “That’s a solvable problem. I can get you a new fleshlight. A bigger one. With higher speeds. I’m sure Sheila can hook us up.” “But what about all the other stuff?” Gabriel was crestfallen. “Johnny really wants you in this study. He’ll buy you new clothes. And all the food you can eat.” Gabriel looked at me despondently. I continued. “I know you’re holding back from me. That’s a trick we both can do. So, spill. What’s the real reason you dropped out of the drug trial and are in this lousy mood?” With great force, Gabriel admitted, “I got fired yesterday, Auggie.” He threw himself against the couch like a toddler having a tantrum. The chair’s leg cracked. “They fired me for inappropriate office attire because I kept bursting through clothes at work. And if they hadn’t fired me for that, they would’ve fired me for something else. Ever since I started getting really big, the office has been getting worse and worse.” Without even responding to Gabriel, I called Johnny from my phone. “Hey, Johnny. It’s Auggie. I might be able to talk Gabriel back into the trial. You’re going to have to give him enough money from your slush fund so he can quit his job. It’d let him focus on getting as big as possible. He can’t commit to the drug trial and do his day job. It’s too much stress for him. It has to be his job.” “Done, done, and done!” Johnny shouted. “If we can figure out how to bottle his muscle growth or that extreme genital growth, it would be well worth the investment. My company basically wrote me a blank check.” “Good. Let me find out what his salary is, and I’ll get back to you.” With that, I hung up. “We’ll call him back after we finish the movie and name your price. Let him sweat a bit. He’s on the ropes. I’d lie through your teeth and give yourself a huge raise.” “Thank you!” Gabriel said. “But what are we going to do after the 12 weeks are up? I’ll be an even bigger muscle freak. I mean, that’s an awesome thought, but who’s going to hire me?” “Sponsor,” I said. “You sponsor bodybuilders. Right, Douglas?” Douglas nodded wordlessly. “Bodybuilding?” Gabriel said. “But I got most of my muscles through a drug trial.” “I remember you from college,” Douglas interjected. “You were already pretty big. You got your muscles from eating big, clean living, sleeping right, and a fuck ton of working out. Did you have chemical assistance? Yes, you did. High-tier bodybuilders use steroids,” Douglas pointed out. “How is this any different?” Gabriel was clearly sold. But, before he committed, he revealed his one last reservation: “But what are we going to do about,” he pointed to his crotch, “it?” Douglas pat my thigh. “Auggie and I are going to teach you how to masturbate properly. I suspect you’ve been doing it wrong. And if you really hate your cock at the end of the drug trial, penis reduction surgery exists, and I’m sure you can get Johnny to pay for it.” “Teach me to masturbate?” Gabriel shuddered in revulsion. “I wouldn’t want you in the room when I masturbate.” “I wouldn’t want me in the room when you masturbate,” I said. “I’d pay a large sum of money to be in the room when you masturbate,” Douglas said. “But I’ll respect your wishes.” “Then how can you teach me?” “Am I correct that the closest you’ve ever come to feeling sexually aroused was seeing me in the gym?” Gabriel nodded, but then added, “But it was a fluke. I wasn’t really turned on by you. The same thing happened three days ago in front of a photocopier.” “Never mind that,” Douglas said, getting closer to him. “When you saw me at the gym, or when you tried to make out with me—think back. What was the thing you liked most about me?” “I don’t know,” Gabriel said honestly. He continued to think about it deeply, so I put him out of his misery. “His beard, Gabriel. You liked his beard.” “Did he now?” Douglas said, stroking his beard, a note of delightful mischief in his voice. “In college, he picked you practically at random to pursue because he thought you were gay and hitting on him. He could tell you were conventionally attractive, but back then he probably would’ve picked any gay guy who initiated. He didn’t feel his first butterfly until you grew the beard.” “Saying I felt butterflies is a stretch,” Gabriel commented. Undaunted, I continued. “When you told me about your night alone with Douglas, the one compliment you gave was that you liked kissing Douglas more than Bridget.” “Did he now?” Douglas repeated in a higher voice, inching closer to Gabriel. Ignoring Douglas, I said, “You also pointed out the beard—it was the only part of the kiss you even somewhat liked. You didn’t use those exact words, but you said as much yourself.” “Did he now?” Douglas said again a few notes higher than last time. He got up from the couch and stalked over to Gabriel on the other couch. In a deep, lowly, and gruffly seductive voice, resonating from his chest, he asked, “Beards are your thing?” He was practically hovering over Gabriel, an inch from his face. “I don’t have a thing,” Gabriel clarified. Douglas picked up Gabriel’s hand, and ran it through his beard. “Feel it,” Douglas said. “Let it caress your fingers. Feel the fullness, and the thickness, and the utter luxury of my beard.” With a blank look on his face, Gabriel said, “It feels nice. I like it. It’s nice. But it feels nice the way a fuzzy sweater feels nice.” “Really feel it,” Douglas said, rubbing Gabriel’s hand through it. Then, with his other hand, he grabbed Gabriel’s free hand and shoved it down his shirt. “Feel my chest hair too. My fur. Its coarseness and thickness. Run your fingers all along it.” Doing his best to get into it, Gabriel analyzed the tactile sensations. “Chest hair feels better than beard hair.” “Does it ever,” Douglas said, moving Gabriel’s other hand down his shirt, both hands now circling through his chest hair. “This is pleasant,” Gabriel said. “I could get used to this.” Douglas lifted the front of Gabriel’s shirt and turned Gabriel’s hands around so he was feeling up his own chest. “You’ve got a healthy coat there too, my man.” Gabriel was rubbing his hands along his chest. “Yeah, okay. This is pleasant too. I don’t know if it’s worth the itchiness, but it does feel nice.” Douglas came back over to me on the couch. “Next time you masturbate, play with your beard and your body hair. It’ll really cut down your wank-time.” Gabriel stopped feeling himself up. “But I’m not turned on by it.” He pointed to his crotch. “See! Nothing!” Douglas chuckled. “Never said it would get your engine revving, just that it would get you to the finish line faster.” “I’ll try it.” Then, after a second, he added, “Can we go back to the movie now?” All in all, it was a good night. We cheered Gabriel up, started him down the path to becoming a professional bodybuilder, and got a buttload of money from Johnny’s company. To top it all off, later that evening, while Douglas and I were making out in my bedroom, we could hear Gabriel enjoying himself. He was louder than ever. Louder than that, even. We could hear him grunting and breathing clearly across the apartment through two locked doors. He even bellowed a stentorian, “Holy fuck!” when he reached climax. Fifteen seconds later, he was knocking on my door. I answered, and he stood there, shirtless and panting, his face aflush in the post-cum afterglow. “Okay, I kind of get the appeal of orgasms now. I’d still prefer a bowl of ice cream, but that was the best orgasm of my fucking life.” “Did you feel yourself up?” Douglas asked from my bed. “I played with my chest hair.” “And how long did it take you to finish?” “Nine minutes. It only took nine goddamn minutes. Single digits. I’ve never finished this fast.” “Glad to hear it, buddy, but why are you here?” I asked. “I gripped too hard, and I broke my toy. It just splintered into pieces as I finished. Can you tell me where I can buy another, and if I have to order it online, do they have overnight shipping?” “I’ll send you Sheila’s number.” “Thank you. Sorry for interrupting.” Gabriel pointed at Douglas. “And thank you for the advice.” “No sweat, big man.” As soon as Douglas and I were alone again, I asked the void, “How had he never tried playing with his own chest hair while masturbating? You think he would’ve stumbled over that one by accident.” Then it hit me as I got back into the bed, “Oh, he used to shave his chest! He had no hair to play with.” I wanted to start our passion back up, but Douglas turned to me and said, “He gripped his fleshlight so hard it splintered?!” “He’s been abusing that thing for weeks, and the pressure from the inside probably helped.” Douglas was having trouble with this concept. “He gripped his fleshlight so hard it splintered?!” “Yes, that’s what he said.” “I hope you don’t expect me to fuck you after that pronouncement. My penis is scared to come out and play.” “I can bolster his confidence,” I said, shoving my hand down his pants.
    23 points
  2. Chapter 24 Mason’s life clicked back into place that week. He didn’t go to the gym once. Instead, he spent the first day catching up on all his backlog of work and reinitiating the wedding plans. He even hired three more counter people so he could spend more time in the office and out of the bakery. He went back to eating his two or three meals a day, so his stomach stopped bothering him. He returned to a more normal (for him) sleep schedule, so his eyes were less red, and he wasn’t as tired as he had been. And, he hung out with his friends twice in the afternoon; he even went on a shopping trip with Sammy. He was smiling all the time, and friskier than ever. When I got back from the gym, he’d frequently welcome me home with a blowjob or a quickie in the shower. He even tried to top me again (I was getting closer, but not quite stretchable enough yet). We fucked easily 15 times that week. 16 if you count our mutual jackoff session on Sunday morning (which I do). Mason’s departure from the gym allowed me to up my workouts without him noticing, turning two of my workouts into triple workouts, not just double. I was seeing no ill effects from the spells. When Zack surprise-kidnapped me for a lunch date (and to check up on me), even he noticed I was looking particularly thick. I think the spells were compounding the more I used them. The tighter outfits in my wardrobe just did not fit me anymore, and my everyday work clothes stretched delectably across my growing mass. At the end of that week, I weighed myself, and I was 201 pounds. That was five pounds in one week. I had officially crossed the 200 pound mark, more than I ever weighed in my life. And with the abs and definition I had, I was the biggest I’d ever been by a clear margin. I came home from the gym, ready to plow Mason good and proper, but he greeted me with a scale out in the middle of the living room. “What’s this?” I asked. “Proof,” was all he said. He stepped on the scale, and, after thinking for a second, the digital screen displayed 301.1. “That’s exactly what I weighed when Giles weighed me at the gym last week. To the tenth. I’ve eaten a quarter of what I was eating last week. And I wasn’t watching what I ate; I even had chips and beer at my friend’s house. I didn’t lift anything heavier than my coffee mug unless it was for the bakery.” He flexed both biceps, and they exploded with mass and sinew, their bulges as large as my head, the veins rising to prominence. “I didn’t even lose an ounce.” He lifted his shirt and vacuumed in his waist, his six-pack thick and powerful. “Or lose any definition.” “The spell worked,” I said, smiling. “I already overnighted a larger canister of agar-agar from our wholesale baking supplier; I saw we were almost out. Is there anything else I should order?” “Everything else can be found at our grocery store.” I walked over to him and kissed him passionately, feeling up his large, muscular ass as I did so. “Being a he-witch has its advantages.” “Everything else I understand,” he said, stepping off the scale, “well, as much as I can understand baking-based healing witchcraft. But one thing makes no sense. Why didn’t I lose any definition? I was not eating healthy; I was not working out.” “Carrying around all this mass is a workout in itself,” I explained. “You weren’t eating a lot, so you burned off everything you ate.” “Excellent,” Mason said, leading me to step on the scale. “What’s this for?” I asked. “Proof,” Mason repeated, pointing at the digital display reading 201.4. “Eleven pounds in three weeks? Seems kinda witchy, honey.” “You noticed, then?” I said, stepping off the scale. “We work together, live together, and sleep in the same bed. I look at you as often as you look at me. You routinely get naked in front of me. I noticed. Why do you think I’ve been a sex maniac this week?” “I thought you were just in a good mood. You got to see your friends, you didn’t have to go to the gym anymore, and your stomach felt better. A happy Mason equals more sex.” “That helped,” Mason admitted, “but you’re getting extra sexy. In your work t-shirt, your biceps are always right there, ready to rip the sleeves. Your arms are an aphrodisiac.” “I’ve never been this big,” I said, flexing my pecs and bis, threatening every seam on my shirt. “And I fucking love it.” “It’s real muscle? Not a glamour?” I shook my head. I grabbed his hand and had him squeeze my bicep. “I’m no good at glamours. This is all me.” Mason squeezed my arm harder, so I flexed. “Remember that surprise I promised you?” I bounced my pecs. “Surprise.” “How?” I explained what I’d been doing and that Zack was in the know in case things went haywire. “Why didn’t you tell me?” Mason asked. “You’re not exactly thrilled with the witch stuff, and I was afraid you’d talk me out of it.” Mason thought about that statement. “Yeah, I probably would’ve tried.” He shook his head forcefully. “But not anymore. I’m a convert. You don’t have to shield me from the witch stuff anymore. I’ve seen it work with my own eyes, and your mother was a med school graduate. I’m going to keep eating that weird dessert. You’re going to keep blessing your supplements and doing whatever else you’ve been doing. And, actually, Roy, you could step it up a bit. If you put on 50 more pounds, I’d still outweigh you by 50. And unlike me, you can burst out of your clothes.” My cock hardened. “If I put on 50 pounds, none of my clothes will fit,” I said faintly. “My thoughts precisely.” Mason peeled his shirt off in one fluid gesture, grabbed my hand, and led me towards the bedroom, saying, “Let’s see if we’re heavy enough to destroy the bedframe with some athletically vigorous sex.”
    17 points
  3. Here is a link to the previous chapters: Chapter 1-8 I wanted to restart another thread to have more control over the thread itself. Chapter 9: Zach and Aaron walked into the lifeguard tower interior, both their hard dicks rubbing up against their suits. They both laid their items by the door. The sunlight beating through the tinted glass windows. The shadows cast onto each of their muscles perfectly, helping to highlight muscle hidden by Aaron's slight layer of bulky fat. "Wow, you look even better in here!" exclaimed Zach, walking closer to Aaron. He noticed that he was towering over him. Aaron must have been no larger than 5'6" but his bulky muscles made him look a fair bit larger. His buzzed brown hair was neat, deep brown eyes, flawless young skin, and sexy smile "That's awfully humble of you." Aaron said with a teethy grin, as Zach began to hit his double bicep pose again. Aaron began to rub Zach's bulging arms, as Zach let out soft grunts. Zach loved that he was the object of another man's muscle lust. He enjoyed watching Aaron drool over his ripped body. He liked how Aaron's strong fingers nicely squeezed his buff arms. "Now, tell me where do you get these bulky muscles from?" inquired Zach as he let his arms down. Aaron's arms had a nice bulk to them that made them look absolutely massive. Not to mention Aaron's legs were extremely large in comparison to the rest of his body. "Well, I'll be a senior in college this next year and I play rugby for my school. I work out when I can." "Well that explains the legs." Zach said grabbing Aaron's strong thighs, rubbing them softly . "They feel so powerful." "Emmm, yeah. They're my favorite muscles of mine. Can't skip leg day!" Zach continued to rub and squeeze Aaron's thighs. While Aaron closed his eyes, smiling. Zach got really close to Aaron's face. "Do you remember me from yesterday?" Aaron began to get a little red in the face. No one ever wants to forget someone they've been introduced to before, "Uh, I can't say that I do. You look very familiar but I don't believe I've met you before now." "Remember the two meat heads you made arm wrestle yesterday? The one's you videotaped so you could jack off to it when you got home? I was the scrawny one with them." Zach replied calmly. "What!? It can't be. The guy with them was just as handsome but much smaller than you." Aaron retorted. "Yeah, I've grown a lot since then but that was me yesterday. I can't say I didn't feel a little jealous with you giving my dad and his friend all the attention." "Hopefully you'll forgive me for that. You gotta admit those two take the air out of the room for everyone else. But I gotta ask. How did you get so big in a day? I've seen some dudes explode after a cycle but nothing like this?" Aaron replied inquisitively. " Well, that's why I came here to see you today. I wanted to get a little attention from your hot little self and to show you how I grew." Zach said walking over to his bag, pouring out four pills, and grabbing his bottle of water. "Here you go, Aaron. Take a couple of these. I promise you won't regret it at all." Aaron felt a little suspicious of taking random pills from someone he barely knew but his curiosity had certainly been peaked. He'd really gotten serious about upping his workouts recently in addition to his sports. There wasn't any doubt that he wanted to be absolutely huge and impossibly strong. "Uh, I'm not sure. It seems like they work but I'd like you to take a dose yourself since it seems pretty fast-acting . Maybe I will try it then." Zach smiled, "Wise decision. I'd hoped you would say that." as he popped a couple in mouth, leaving the rest upon the table, and chased them down with his water. The effects of the pills were instantenous as Zach's body began to respond well to the pills. He instantly felt the familiar, orgasmic rush alongside with extreme heat and twitching within his muscles. He started loudly moaning and groaning as he could feel an ever so slight expansion of his muscles. Aaron watched at this reaction, as his dick immediately stood in attention again. He was saw Zach's back slowly growing and definition being added to ever single muscle on his body. Aaron knew that he immediately needed to take some of these pills as he greedily snatched the pills remaining on the table. He likewise took a swig of water and quickly swallowed the pills. "Emm. I see that. UGH. You've decided to. Oooh, yeah. Join me." stated Zach through pleasurable grunts and groans. Aaron had a similar set of effects on his short, bulky body. He felt woozy as his eyes rolled up into his head with intense pleasure. However, a distinct burning sensation began to happen all around his body. The mixture of pain and pleasure was nearly too much to handle. "Oh, yeah. It hurts sooooo good." Aaron said as the pleasure and pain increased to insane levels. This comment was somewhat strange to Zach as he hadn't ever had severe feelings of pain other than some sorenes afterwards. It seemed Aaron didn't care too much about it. "Look at how big you're growing, Zach. Look at those nipples being pushed down by your growing chest muscles." Aaron said through cycling bouts of pain and pleasure. Zach looked down to see his pecs growing, beginning to block his view of his lower body. As he looked up he saw Aaron growing - fast. Much faster than Zach's dad, Brett, and even himself. Aaron's whole body was rapidly expanding on his small stature. It was immediately clear that he was a hyper-responder to the drug, as he began to expand in every direction. "Yes, I feel so fucking powerful." Aaron growled. The most notable change in Aaron's body is that he was growing more than just muscle. His stomach began to distent growing into a hard turtle-shell stomach. He had a well-defined set of abs sitting atop a strong, knotted stomach. His pecs swelled up into pillows as they perked up with huge mounds of muscle. His arms were quickly being pushed away as a result, they were likewise growing. They had a nice layer of fat on top of the clearly large muscles that made his arms look even larger. He could feel his feet sliding away from his body as his quads filled out his swimming trunks, pushing up the hems farther and farther up his leg. Aaron looked down past his pecs and saw his thighs roping up with muscle and veins, while his calves grew into wide diamonds. By the end he must have easily grew to 320 pounds of bloated muscle - much more than any other individuals growth thus far. A dusting of hair appeared on Aaron's body while his face grew a short beard that fit handsomely on his sexy face. All the while Aaron was in absolute ecstasy. Zach himself had completely forgotten about his own growth as he focused exclusively on Aaron's inhuman growth. "Emmm. Look at how big I got. That was only one dose and I'm already way bigger than you, Zach." as he threw his head in the air. Aaron began feeling up his enormous muscle gut, while his swim suit rode up into a small bundle around his fat cock. "Look at my sexy muscle gut. I can't believe it took so little time for one to develop. Imagine how many years of roiding I'd have to do to get a turtle shell like this." Zach just stood in disbelief as this short stud turned into a magnificent muscle bear. He was so turned on seeing him rubbing his huge gut knowing he'd been the one who gave it to him. "Now come here and suck me off." commanded Aaron as he shimmied his suit down his legs. He was glad he decided to wear his spandex one's today, hoping that he'd be able to put them back on afterwards. Aaron proceeded to lay on the table, spreading his legs wide to give Zach room. Zach did exactly as commanded as he stood above his huge body laying on the table. Aaron's fat cock exposed, standing straight up. Zach gently placed his mouth over Aaron's dick as he began to slide his lips up to his dripping mushroom head down to the base. All the while he tried to look into Aaron's eyes, but couldn't due to the fact that they had been completely obscured by his behemoth pecs. Zach put it hands on his thick, muscular stomach and rubbed up and down upon it. Feeling the powerful midsection as it was rapidly rising up and down. Aaron groaned as he curved his back from the pure power and pleasure he got from having a sexy, muscle bound man suck him off. He continued laying on his back and began to run his big pillowy pecs. "Yeah, rub that muscle gut. Doesn't it feel so knotty and manly?" Zach just moaned in approval as he began to methodically lick the precum from Aaron's thick head. Aaron slowly lifted himself up to situp straight on the table. His stomach lightly pushed into Zach's head, as kept rubbing his hands up in down to a beat following his mouth. He slowly began to pet Zach's head to encourage him to keep going. Zach was giving him by far the best blowjob he'd ever had. Eventually, Zach removed his mouth from his dick and pulled down his trunks. He then began to rub his own dick up against Aaron's. They were both roughly the same "10 but Aaron's was slightly more girthy. "Oh, god this feels so right. I've never seen someone grow as much as you from one dose, I didn't even know it was possible. Everything about you is so powerful, and being so young you only have room to get bigger and bigger and BIGGER." Zach cried out. "Yes, I want to get so big. I want my whole body to turn in nothing but big, bulky muscle. Imagine how big and hard my gut could get. Maybe my quads can follow suit. I'd love to see them grow so large that I can't even touch my feet together. Oh, that would be fucking perfect." In that moment Aaron took his quads and pushed them onto Zach's body, pushing him on top of his dick. Zach couldn't move out of the prison Aaron's quads had made, they were far too powerful. Aaron picked Zach up with his impossibly powerful quads and began to quickly rub Zach's dick against his own. Zach shouted, "Aaron, I think I'm close. I so fucking close to busting my load. Please, don't stop." as he held onto Aaron's quads. Aaron moaned out, "please bust your load all over my abs. I want your cum all over my BIG stomach." Zach and Aaron almost immediately began to cum volley after volley of hot cum. Both of their loads mixing onto Aaron's big belly running into crevices between his abs. As both began to calm down from intense experience Aaron spoke saying, "look at me. Look at what you've done to me. Look how big and sexy you've made me." "Trust me I don't want to look away." Zach said panting. Eventually, Zach started packing all of his stuff away and to head back to the house. Aaron spoke up, still heavily breathing on the edge of the table, "will I get to see you again? That was the best sex of my life!" Zach smiled, "of course, dude. Let me give you my address, we're staying at the house just behind this tower. Come see me when you get off work." Zach quickly trudged back to the beach house, hoping his suit wouldn't burst into pieces.
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  4. "F-fuck! What is happening to me? It feels so good!" Hudson roared as he felt the familiar sensation of growth begin in his abs. They suddenly contracted as he moaned. "Fuck… nGh…yes. What was in his- mpPf! Cum?". His abs started to grow more defined, as they shredded into bricks, each as solid as a rock. He ran his fingers over them, fuck… they were ripped. He started to flex them when his thighs suddenly swelled. They were becoming bigger, bulging into true monsters that could crush anything with minimal effort. They writhed in muscle glory, each striation coming alive and growing. His calves were next, becoming thicker and more defined, cutting into blades of man steel. His feet too, were not left out as they doubled in size and length, becoming absolutely humongous. "More… more- nGH!" He moaned as he ran his hands up his legs and felt every defined muscle contract. He buckled over, falling on the floor on his knees and hands."Fuck…so much pleasure…so much mass. Becoming a muscle god! Haha… gonna dominate Alex… fucking little bitch… gonna be so hungry for this coCK! ARGHH!" He roared as he cock suddenly exploded in his jock, releasing a thick stream of precum and forming a wet spot at the tip. It began to grow too, more muscular and girthy. "Look at my power tool now! What a man. So thick and huge, I'm a real muscle hung now. Bigger! BIGGER!" He grinned sinisterly as he watched his right arm balloon with mass, shredded up from ripped forearm to boulder shoulder, each muscle becoming thicker and more defined. "So…huge now… NGH! More. MORE. Give me everything…" he moaned as he continued to get wider, the growth spreading to his back, his traps hulking up into bulky mountains behind his veiny neck. He got up, horny and full of pain and pleasure as his obliques continued to widen, his back becoming broader and filling OUT with all his new muscle. "Power… yes… god, I'm so fucking horny…. gotta fuck something…" he punched a locker, his arm rippled and grew thicker, pulsing with each wave kf growth. Suddenly, he clenched his pecs as they grew out and wider, filling out his now massive frame with more muscle. They were round now, his nipples being shrunk by all the mass. "Ngh! No! Fuck… my nips… need to… fuck…." He moaned as he groped his chest. "Need to breed… to fuck something" He saw a solid concrete wall behind a locker. Perfect. He ran up and slammed his body on it. Immediately cracks appeared, as he moved his hips, humping the wall with his massive body and monster cock. "Fuck! So hard! I'm a beast now! Need to get… bigger…!" Soon, a small indent formed in the wall. He smirked evilly. Yes… he lined up his dick with the hole and trusted. His rock hard cock smashed right in it, deeping the hole. "NGH! I just destroyed a wall. With my cock! Haha this is what a super soldier is? Make me bigger! ARGHH!" he roared as he plunged his cock all the way in, making the hole into his personal fleshlight. He could feel the overproduction of sperm in his balls beginning to rack up. His new load of muscle cum was beginning to fill his swelling gonads with his milk. He pounded the wall harder, grinding his grizzly pubes against it, grasping for that friction. "MMPF! MORE! Getting so… fucking huge..!" he moaned as he continued to destroy the now crumbling wall. Close. He was close to cumming. Fuck, it felt so GOOD. POUND. POUND. POUND. All of his weight now fucking the wall. "Cumming! Cummin-". Suddenly a huge, rough hand grabbed him from behind and whirled him around. A man more massive than Alex stood there, his tight jockstrap straining to contain his massive cock, which was leaking a steady stream of precum. Hudson knew immediately who this was. The Behemoth. "Well well well…" he growled in his gravelly tone. "Look's someone got a 'hold' of what Alex was 'holding'" he said, grinning. He massaged his cock, slowly getting it to full length. Hudson starred in awe as his mammoth dick elongated into a huge, thick veiny destroyer. Hudson's cock was almost at its limit now. The Behemoth saw this and immediately plunged down to ground level and started to stroke Hudson's cock. Immediately, it spewed all over his huge chest and face. The larger man only grinned sinisterly as he lapped the cum up, even sucking on Hudson's cock. "Nghh… what are you doing?" "Exactly what it is I'm doing" he retorted "cum right after a growth is- MmpF, FUCK- is the best for Transfer. YES! FUCK!!" He roared as he stood up and flexed both of his arms, which had begun to swell. "Watch what your cum did to me twig!" He laughed evilly as he smirked, turning his attention to his growing body. His biceps continued to swell as the ballooned bigger. And BIGGER. They were massive now. Hudson, now in his growth aftermath, could only watch this man become something far more than he ever could. The Behemoth's pecs exploded with mass as his shoulders became absolutely humongous, swelling with power as his traps grew even more defined. "Fuck! Need more!!" He flexed his abs, each brick etching bigger and bigger until they had become a massive ten pack. His cock, started to thicken too, as he began to drip precum on the floor. Hudson ran to lap it up, desperate for more growth. The growing man saw him and pushed him down with a strong shove of his massive hands. He placed a foot on Hudson's chest. "No more growth for you- argh! Only I can be this big! Watch a true soldier- fUck BIGGER! Grow!!" He moaned as he exploded with more size. Hudson starred as the man's cock looked like it was going to explode. "Need to take care of this… don't want someone to steal my show, do we?" He tore open a locker and hauled out a bucket. "Haha, knew this old bucket would be good for something," he said as he grabbed his dick and started to stroke it furiously. "Fuck, so BIG! MORE! GIVE ME MORE!" His cock soon exploded with cum, as it pumped gallons of white liquid into the bucket. "MMM… MUSCLE CUM! THIS IS WHAT A REAL SOLDIER LOOKS LIKE TWERP!" He shook his dick as it shot load after load. The bucket was filled to the brim now. The Behemoth picked it up with ease. "Time for a workout. Gotta test out my new mmpF! Massive body. Then, my own personal protein shake." The man then strod out of the room, leaving Hudson a defeated mess on the floor. He was so… big. So manly… fuck, he tossed him around like a doll. Hudson wanted more. He got up, angry. Turning to a locker, he punched it, bending metal against his heavy fist. Fuck him. Hudson wanted growth. Hudson wanted to be a monster. And he knew just how to get it. A second dose of serum.
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  5. My first story. Hope you enjoy! ----------------- It was the morning of December 1st. The early morning sun shined into the window of Jack's bedroom, much to his annoyance. He had fallen asleep rather late, and the fact that it was already morning wasn't much of a joy for him. With a sleepy groan he arose from his bed, his dark brown hair heavily tousled from a night's worth of tossing and turning. Jack was rather plain looking. He had a rather average body, and no truly unique features besides his hazel colored eyes that sparkled when he got excited. What was truly unique to Jack though was his abnormally high libido. If he went so much as more than a few days without pleasuring himself he would enter into a state of withdrawal where he would have long, painful erections until he released his pent-up semen. Needless to say, during the month of November he would be at his weakest thanks to the "No Nut November" challenge that was posted on every social media page under the sun. This year, he truly tried to get through it. But of course, about halfway through the month he woke up in the night to his swollen, painful erect member oozing slick pre all over his sheets. Giving into his desires, he masturbated furiously until releasing a heavy load across his chest. This would continue for every other day in November until the month ended, as he thought there was no point in participating anymore since he had failed so quickly. Now it was the first day of December. He sighed as he looked in the mirror of his bathroom, relieved that he could return to his lustful routine without the peer pressure of silly internet challenges. Without much hesitation, he returned to his bedroom and slipped off his pajamas, rubbing his bulge slowly as it grew firm and raised into the air. Except, there was an odd occurrence on Jack's part. Though he seemed to be fully erect, his bulge was still growing. As soon as he noticed what was happening, his member suddenly ripped his boxer briefs into shreds, his cock now easily as big as his forearm, with no signs of the growth stopping. He released a loud moan, unable to dismiss the intense pleasure that was being forced into him. He then winced as he felt his balls swell, and watched as they started to grow larger and larger, feeling like warm, heavy sacks full of cum. Jack spread his legs and gripped the bed posts, releasing primal groans of pure lust as his cock grew thicker and longer, veins as thick as his fingers snaking around the massive shaft. His balls were now weighing him down, churning and swelling at a rapid pace. He gripped the posts tighter, and then looked down to his pecs, which were now swelling along with his genitals, his nipples now thickening and growing longer. Jack ran a hand down his torso, a set of thick chiseled abs now forming. Another loud moan came from his lips, and he gave his now rapidly growing biceps a flex. Almost as if on cue, a sudden spray of milk came from his now fist sized nipples, barely in his view due to the thick, throbbing slabs of pec meat before his eyes. Now completely taken by lust, Jack grabbed his massive, veiny udder-like nipples in his hands, stroking and jerking them as if they were giant cocks as milk squirted and gushed every which way, the pleasure going through his entire body. The bed finally gave way beneath him as he let out a guttural roar, his cock now being forced against the ceiling with no more space to expand, a thick gob of precum falling atop his face as the massive, thick veins pulsated and throbbed throughout his body, his massive, heavy balls restraining him from standing up. He was slowly losing his mind, his sanity. All he could think of was primal lust that he had never thought possible. He gripped his gargantuan, throbbing nipples tight, barely able to get his hand around them as they were as long and thick as a grown man's forearm. His massive, veiny arms pulsated with pure power as he gripped his nipples tighter and tighter, a torrent of milky spray releasing into the air. Instinctively, with his thoughts barely comprehendable, he wrapped his arms around his gargantuan cock, feeling it throb and pulse in his thick arms. He rolled his tongue across the main vein of his member, feeling every pulse that came from his stimulation. His cock suddenly jerked, almost like a bucking horse in his arms. Without any warning, a massive torrent of cum finally released. Jack screamed and gasped as his thoughts completely shattered, his brain going blank as his entire body was now being rapidly sprayed with his thick, potent seed. Load after load, his room soon became an unrecognizable space covered in thick gobs of semen, his body coated in his lustful release. Hours passed. Jack awoke, immediately hit by the potent smell of pure sex, his body now as it was before. His room was unrecognizable, every surface covered in his seed. He smirked at his handiwork, licking some of his release off of the wall. His body was exhausted, and so was his brain. And yet, he wondered if he was truly satisfied....
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  6. Chapter 17 The next morning, I came out of my bedroom just as Gabriel was getting back from the gym. “Morning, bud. Wanna have breakfast together?” “Sure, but, I should let you know, Douglas is still here. Is that going to be a problem?” Gabriel smiled broadly. “Not even a little. Is he awake?” “I tired him out. Let him sleep in.” Gabriel’s smile somehow grew broader. “Alright. I’m so glad things worked out.” As we got breakfast out on the table, I internally struggled with how to tell Gabriel the next thing. “Out with it,” he said as he pulled out my chair. “I can tell when you’re holding back.” I sat heavily; Gabriel sat too. “Douglas and I have decided to date, but he was very clear that he was only interested in an open relationship right now. He’s not opposed to it becoming monogamous somewhere down the line, but right now, he wants to keep dating other people.” “Oh,” was all Gabriel said, but his tone conveyed volumes: disappointment in Douglas, disappointment in me, sadness, a dollop of judgment, and just the teeniest sprinkling of anger. “He was very open and honest,” I repeated, “and, frankly, I don’t think I’m in the right headspace for a traditional relationship right now either.” “I thought you were past hooking up. If that was what you really wanted, I’d say nothing, but it doesn’t make you happy, Auggie.” “It’s not hooking up,” I insisted. “It’s a real relationship. We’re going to go on dates. Do the romance thing. Introduce each other as boyfriends. But we’re not bound to each other.” “That sounds like hooking up, but more expensive.” I shook my head no emphatically. “We set ground rules. Just like you and me did. If one of us wants to have sex with someone we both know, the other person gets veto power. No threesomes without mutual consent. Any person we ask out independently has to be told before the date that we’re in an open relationship. If we interrupt the other’s date, no lying. Check-ins at least once a month to make sure we’re both still happy with the relationship. Above all, safe sex only.” As I finished the list, Douglas came out of my room, stark naked. “Morning, men,” he said, saluting us. “Douglas, House Rules include wearing clothes in common areas,” I chided. “Right, sorry, I just came out for a glass of water, then I’ll go back and get dressed.” As Douglas got himself a glass of water, Gabriel approached him at the sink and got right in his face. “Morning, Gabriel,” Douglas said. “We seem to lack personal space in the A.M.” “Are you just using Auggie to get to me?” Gabriel asked, trying to suppress the anger in his tone. “What? No!” Douglas said. Right on top of him, I scolded, “Gabriel!” “You’re both adults, you can make your own decisions, but I don’t want some guy stringing Auggie along if he doesn’t mean it. Auggie’s too good for that.” With that, Gabriel poked Douglas in the chest so hard that Douglas wobbled. “I respect the protective vibe,” Douglas said, “but Auggie and I laid everything out last night. If he had said no, I would’ve respectfully let him be, just like I did you.” Douglas poked Gabriel in the chest just as hard, but all it accomplished was Douglas hurting his own finger. “He asked us both out, Gabriel,” I said, a comment that drew Gabriel’s eyes to me. “The date last night was for both of us. He thought we were a couple; he knew we were a package deal. He wanted to date me as much as he wanted to date you.” Gabriel snapped his head back to Douglas for him to confirm. Douglas raised three fingers on his right hand and tucked his pinky behind his thumb. “Scout’s honor.” Gabriel raised a dubious eyebrow, fully aware that Douglas was mildly—mildly—mocking Gabriel. Douglas continued, all mockery gone from his voice. “Dating men has completely changed the way I view romance. I wanted to give polyamory a try, see if it’s a fit for me. You two seemed like a safe, friendly, familiar place to start.” Looking at Douglas, still confused, Gabriel returned to his seat. Once seated, he said, “Well, alright then. I guess that’s a horse of a different color.” He didn’t sound too convinced, though. He knew an apology was in order, so he blurted, “Sorry I went all aggressive there. Can I blame the pills?” “Can I get dressed?” Douglas asked. I nodded, and he beat a retreat to my room. “What was that about?” I asked Gabriel, swatting him ineffectively. “I didn’t want him using you. You deserve better than that.” Gabriel shook his head. “I said as much.” “Thanks, but you signed my permission slip.” “I thought he was going to start a romance. Long, romantic walks? Sunset picnics? Starlight kisses? That sounds like a guy for you. I wanted you to have romance because I think you need it. I think you’re unhappy without it. For months now, I’ve seen unhappiness in your eyes. If I could give you romance, lord knows I would, but I can’t reciprocate. I wanted you to have something normal. Boy meets boy, they fall in love, flowers and puppies and midnight gondola rides… whatever guys in love do.” Gabriel rubbed his eyes frustratedly. “I barely understand normal romance. Polyamory is hieroglyphics. If you’re happy, I drop all objections, even if I do not understand this.” I stroked his arm affectionately. “I’m happy.” Gabriel nodded aggressively, and we finished our breakfasts peacefully. With that drama behind us, life settled into a new normal. Douglas and I were casually dating, enjoying the night life in a way I never could with Gabriel. Parties. Bars. Sex clubs. Fucking. On his end, Gabriel kept swelling up larger with muscle. And I do mean swelling up. By now, he was bigger than any bodybuilder I’d ever seen. He was a thick, burly, gorgeous sight—pecs that jutted out far in front of him, biceps that rose mightily like mountains with the most minor movement, thighs that were thick, powerful, and corded with steel. All his beefy, manly brawn strutting around the house—Gabriel routinely worked Douglas and me into a lather, and I know how an especially attractive and powerfully muscular boyfriend of my own to fuck whenever we could. I thought things were on the uptick, but it only lasted two weeks.
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  7. be warned, this story isn’t for everyone. Bobby’s Dirty Muscle Fantasy Bobby opened his eyes and realized he was sat in the middle of no where, he looked up and saw a sign in front of him that read: Welcome To Your Dirty Muscle Fantasy. He got up from off the ground and slowly entered the town, only having basic ideas of what he was going to encounter. As soon as he stepped forward he noticed a musky aroma, a manly smell. Was it him? He looked down and noticed his pecs looked bigger, rounder, and fuller than usual.. they filled his tank top nicely. He lifted his top and felt his hard abs tighten, he pushed a finger down the center of his tight core’s crevice which went deeper and deeper, leading to his belly button. Bobby’s prominent treasure trail lead his eye to his thickening juicy Adonis belt, which lead into the big bulge that was throbbing in his jeans.. “Oh fuck..” Bobby felt so fucking manly.. and horny.. and he reeked. He remembered he was outside and looked around, quickly dropping his tank top. The town looked empty. There was a open road with big buildings at the sides of it, the road looked like it went for ages. Bobby began to walk forward without taking a glimpse back. As he got closer to the buildings he felt more and more relaxed. He noticed they were all gyms, and they looked huge. Bobby headed to the closest one and as soon as he opened the door a strong smell of manly musk hit him. A bunch of ripped huge hairy muscle men were collectively lifting weights, flexing, and, grunting. None of them seemed to notice his presence, so he fully entered the gym. Bobby tried not to stare, but he couldn’t help focusing on one of the flexing guys. The massive muscle jock flexed his enormous pillow sized pecs, and ran his hands up and down his enormous delts and biceps.. his hairy cobblestone brick abs bulged as he flexed and rolled them while simultaneously pushing his hips outward which made his monster boner fill his pants BIGGER. Another massive muscle stud stood behind the flexing jock and groped his monster boner while flexing his own hulking bicep. They both began to moan deeply and hump each other Bobby heard those moans make a dissonant dirty harmony with the other flexing studs deep groans and moans. Bobby felt his cock do a large pleasurable lurch in his pants. He looked down and bit his lip. “Shit..” Distracted by his big boner Bobby heard huge thuds and a large shadow was suddenly casted over him. He looked up to see a handsome grinning muscle bull who was extremely tall and so wide his bulging muscles prevented Bobby from seeing the rest of the horny flexing studs. The bull was shirtless and his rounded pecs bulged big, too big to be contained by any shirt or stringer. His boulder shoulders were pumped to the brim, and his massive eight-pack wall of abdominals bulged outwards. The bull naturally stood wide with his tree trunk legs. Bobby’s eyes went directly to the Bull’s colossal Adonis belt framing his o shaped belly button and leading the eye to his monster bulge. It pulsated forward enjoying Bobby’s staring. “Fuck yeah boy… you like what you see?” The bulls deep voice resounded through Bobby’s hard body. Bobby looked up and his boner responded by throbbing big and hard in his jeans.. “Ohhh, fuock yeahhh..” the Bull rumbled as his monster bulge began to push forward in his gym shorts and pulsate, the bulls cock was just starting to get hard… His cock began to harden, and lengthen in his gym shorts, throbbing hard as the thick mushroom head outline began to be more visible and flare in front of Bobby.. The big bulls cock pushed forward opening the waistband of the bulls gym shorts releasing a hot masculine smell of roided muscle man musk, so powerful Bobby watched a foggy cloud of it waft up the muscle bulls rock hard torso; Bobby felt like he was getting high from the muscle man stink. The bull used his enormous masculine hands to pull Bobby closer firmly holding his tight ass. His big boner throbbed hard against the bulls flexing body, as the bull began grinding his hips deeply, and releasing a deep moan.. “Hump these rock hard abs, boy..” Bobby put his hands on the enormous Bulls massive traps, wrapped his legs around the bulls wide body and begin grinding his hips, humping the massive bulls rippling, hard, colossal core. The Bull held Bobby against his rock hard wide muscle body, and began flexing his massive biceps and pecs for Bobby to worship. The Bull put his hand underneath his tank top and felt his solid pecs and deep abs. “Aw yeah man.. look at those sexy fuckin’ abs.. oooo” the Bull teased worshipping Bobby’s hot hard body… “I’m gonna make you cum…” the bull said.. he then wrapped his enormous arms against Bobby, as his pre cum soaked bulge was placed right at the rippling base of the Bulls bulging rock hard core. The bull flexed all his enormous muscles at once, letting out a deep grunt, as they flexed and bulged and pumped against Bobby all over, squeezing him and his hard boner… Bobby felt the Bulls hard rippling abs roll and compress with his enormous pillow sized pecs.. “Oh fuuuckk!!!” Bobby moaned over and over, as he began to grip the bull tight, and feel a thick eruption fill his pants full and ooze down the muscle bulls monstrous abs. The smell and warmth of Bobby’s cum made the Bull huge monster cock pulsate up and down in his gym shorts… the lust was so intense the Bulls muscle began to rumble… and pump bigger… and bigger… He was growing… Bobby’s thick hot orgasm made the Bull expand wider, thicker, taller.. His mouth opened as his face expressed deep pleasure, his lips making an O-shape… as a long deep moan escaped his lips. The muscle bulls moans got deeper, and full of bass as his growth progressed His pillow sized pecs swelled and pushed up against his rippling turtle shell 12 pack.. his thick juicy Adonis belt flared wider and hardened.. pressing harder against Bobby’s hard lean body.. The bulls balls tightened and expanded in his gym shorts, as his cock pushed them to the brim… oozing a long string of pre cum… other horny muscle guys began to watch the growth happen rubbing their throbbing bulges. The bull held Bobby against his rock hard massive muscle body, and began stroking his cock through his gym shorts. Bobby watched with lust as the Bull reached his deep pleasurable eruption “MMMM..FFUUUOOOOCKKK” the bull roared, his massive cock lurched as thick goopy ropes of lumpy muscle cum began to pump out, plopping and piling on the gym floor making the entire vicinity smell of cum… the bull set Bobby down staring at him with deep lust as his cock kept pumping thick cream for him, looking even bigger than before. All the jocks watched and began to make out and flex for each other, others grabbed the hot thick cum and bathed in it. As others collectively began stroking the massive bulls cock continuing the symphony of deep dirty manly moans, a few jocks began to grow on spot, ripping out of their shirts and pants with a thick hot load pumping from their cock. An endless cycle of orgasm began. Bobby saw a long corridor leading to an even larger room, he stepped away from the commotion as his curiosity led him further, the moans from the gym were soon replaced with quiet bubbling water that progressively got louder and a slight musky manly smell that got stronger He could feel the warmth emitting from the large room he was about to enter. It was spacious, and reverberated conversation, and deep laughter. Bobby looked around to a massive jacuzzi with three hunky muscle men all together. They were ripped, total alpha bodybuilders. The issue was, they were massive… well, they were giant, but ripped as fuck. They had sculpted chiseled faces, enormous hairy pecs, and immeasurable, bulging, veiny muscles. They lounged back as a few lean muscled normal-sized guys carried large drinks for them. The giants winked and thanked them, continuing their conversation. Bobby had watched the giants move, it was unreal. He felt so small and insignificant just by looking at them. Their muscles rippled with every movement, they were shredded, but so beefy and bulky at the same time. One of the giants took a double take at Bobby and grinned. “Hey there, man” one of the muscle giants said, his hair and neat beard were a rich brown and so were his eyes. The other giants turned to look at Bobby. “Oh hey man, how’s it going?” “What’s up lil’ bro?” They both asked with hot grins revealing their perfect white teeth and sharp canines. “Hey…” Bobby said timidly “I’m Bobby” The second giant studied Bobby up and down “Hey Bobby, looks like you’ve got a big stain there.” This giant had a tan complexion with gray eyes and black short hair with stubble. Bobby looked at his jeans and noticed the big cum wet spot. “Had some fun at the gym?” The third giant asked with a deep chuckle. He had a dark complexion, light brown eyes, short fade and a clean goatee. His pecs and abs were the hairiest compared to the others. “No need to be embarrassed, why don’t you come join us, man. Take off your pants off and let’s get to know each other.” The first giant suggested, giving his giant hairy pecs a bounce; steam from the jacuzzi fuming up. Bobby felt welcomed by the three giant muscle men. He took off his jeans and his tank top revealing his hard, tight, lean physique. All he had on were his black briefs. Bobby headed over to the massive circular jacuzzi, it was bigger than anything he’s ever seen. Bigger than a lake. “I got you man.” The first giant said. He put his hand out for Bobby to take a step on. He hesitantly stepped on. The giant then placed Bobby in between his hard massive hairy pecs. “There you go man” his deep voice vibrated Bobby’s entire body and it felt good. The first giant that Bobby was sat on with the brown hair and eyes introduced himself: Adonis. The second giant with the gray eyes and black stubble introduced himself: Scott And the third giant with light brown eyes and the clean goatee introduced himself: Dennis Adonis rested his enormous hands behind his head, his insane veiny biceps naturally flexed and his big delts rippled. Lats flaring. “So Bobby, what brings you here?” He teasingly lifted Bobby up and down with his massive hairy pecs. *Fuck, they’re all so hot..* Bobby thought The giants knew it too. “I don’t know, I don’t really know how I got here to be honest.” Bobby pondered and looked at all the giants. He was confused, but who could pass up an experience like this? If anything, this must’ve happened for a reason. “Well, you can you relax with us here as long as you’d like, man.” Dennis said, sitting back and sipping the drink the normal sized muscle guys carried in. Bobby felt good, the muscle giants were extremely nice. “You make some muscle bull cum real big didn’t you?” Scott asked with a sexy grin. “You’re a real horny man, aren’t you? I don’t blame you, you’ve got a killer physique.” Dennis nodded and erupted a deep reverberating belch “Oh yeah man, you’ve got some fuckin’ sexy abs…” Scott and Adonis agreed, lowly humming “Mmhmmm” Bobby felt more comfortable with himself, his confidence and filthy love for muscle began to flourish. “You guys are so fucking hot… and enormous. You guys are ultimate muscle gods.” Bobby spilled with honesty As all the giants collectively moaned deeply and replied, “Aw fuck yeah..” “You like these giant muscles man?” “Fuuockkk yeahhh…” Adonis bounced his huge hairy pecs some more… Bobby felt his warm breathe against his back… Adonis could feel Bobby’s tight hole puckering against his rock hard monster pecs. The musky, manly smell Bobby smelled earlier got even heavier and thicker, he noticed the jacuzzi’s bubbling water intensify. Dennis’s leviathan cock arose from the water with a giant semi-hard on. “Fuck, Bobby, I got a real big load I’ve been saving… you wanna jerk off with us?” Adonis put his drink down after taking a sip, releasing an even deeper giant resounding manly belch. Making Bobby’s boner throb from the vibration and from the hot dirty masculinity of it. “Fuck yeah man…” Bobby responded pulling his big hard on out of his tight black briefs. His tight balls getting pulled upward from the waistband. “Aw fuck yeah… if I could fill you full of this colossal cock I would” Scott moaned now rubbing and stroking his giant cock… the sounds of their hard penises smacking reverberated through the large room. Followed up with extremely deep powerful moans The giants got close and Scott and Dennis began to make out, stroking each others big hard giant cocks… moaning deeply into the kiss… then Adonis began kissing Scott. Flexing big and hard for Bobby. They were putting on a hot show. Dennis placed Bobby on his rock hard valley of hairy abs, flexing and rippling them like a wave. They were so enormous and ripped. Dennis’s belly button could’ve made a perfect sized jacuzzi for Bobby. “You like these hairy fuckin’ muscles?” Dennis asked nodding and gooning his big hard cock while flexing for Bobby… “Fuck yeah.. you like a filthy muscle giant don’t you boy…” Scott added They were all masturbating to Bobby’s hard muscle body, to his pleasure, and to the way he was stroking his big hard cock for their powerful giant hairy rippling muscles. “Aw yeah.. stroke for our big fucking muscles boy… cum for us… pump a real big load…” Bobby stroked deeply and began moaning… once the giants heard his moans they stroked harder, Dennis rubbed his hard nips, looming over Bobby as he writhed in filthy muscle lust… Scott stood up, he was even bigger than Bobby had thought. Bobby laid back on Dennis’s valley of hard rippling hairy abs, and looked up to all the giant looking down on him, flexing and stroking… their Adonis belts flared wide, and bulged. Their bushy pubes sparkled from the water and their hairy massive muscles glistened… They all had a look of deep dirty pleasure on their faces. Encouraging Bobby to jerk off for them more, and to go deeper. Scott then took Bobby onto where his enormous bulging bicep. Bobby ground his hard cock against Scott’s bulging veiny double split bicep, oozing pre cum which only covered a small portion of the horny muscle giants king sized bicep. Bobby looked up and saw the pleasured look on Scott’s face… it was unlike any expression he’s seen. Scott began to expand bigger and his massive cock began to spill thick sticky ropes of pre cum into the jacuzzi… His hairy pits got even thicker, and the thick bush in between his hairy pecs spread perfectly across his torso and layered over his hard abs… his giant pecs expanded to behemoth size… and he began to reek of deep hot dirty masculinity… his grey eyes were full of lust, as his shoulders became broader, and his boulder traps expanded even bigger. His wall of abs became a compact 20 pack tightly pressing against his huge monstrous hairy pecs, and his tight chiseled face became more and more masculine as his jaw slightly widened. “AAW, FUCK YEAH BOBBY” Scott roared with an even deeper voice, reaching a new level of hot masculinity and growth. “Look at all that fuckin pre cum your big dick is spitting… lick it up boy… fuck yeah…” Bobby obeyed Scott and licked his own pre cum from his fingers, Scott’s giant tongue then licked Bobby’s throbbing boner… and with a deep breathy moan he grew some more. While Scott was having a pleasurable wave of growth, Adonis took Bobby back on to his hard hairy pecs… “Aw yeah man… does that big cock of yours feel good? Could feel that tight hole throbbing on my big pecs earlier… and it felt real fucking gooood” the horny giant moaned while simultaneously bouncing his enormous pecs underneath Bobby lifting him up and down again… “fuck my big pecs man…” Adonis demanded as Dennis watched and moaned stroking his enormous cock… Bobby gladly obeyed, putting his rock boner in between Adonis’s big bulging hard hairy pecs.. he flexed them as Bobby ground into them and humped Adonis’s monster pecs. “Fuck… you’re so massive…” Bobby moaned “Shit… Aw yeah man… keep going, feels so good…” Adonis kept stroking and flexing, doing a double bicep flex with ultimate masculine confidence. Bobby’s cock sputtered and oozed pre cum on Adonis’s muscled chest. His pupils dilated as the cum seeped into his skin… he could feel something powerful coming. He felt a powerful wave of pleasurable growth overtake him, his sexy face made a hot O-face as he lifted Bobby with his enormous muscles as they began to swell bigger, harder, and wider. His massive cock arose out of the water as the bubbling jacuzzi pleasured his big cum churning nuts. “Oh fuuuuuuckkkkkk…” Adonis roared as his hyper monster cock oozed thick pre cum. “Yesss!!! More!! Give me more boy!” Adonis boomed Bobby could feel he was reaching the peak of all of this dirty muscle pleasure. He knew what was going to happen. He was going to cum again. Bobby wasn’t entirely sure how he didn’t cum just by being in the muscle giants presence, but he’s unapologetically enjoying them. “You deserve this boy…” finally Dennis took Bobby onto his huge hairy muscle body… the other two giants temporarily stunned while under pleasurable waves of massive growth… “I can only imagine what you’re big load is gonna do to me.” He grinned, he was the raunchiest of the bunch, and he relished in his filthy masculinity. The muscle giant flexed his big bulging hairy abs, bloating his muscle gut big, lifting Bobby to the giants eye level. His neck bulged as he erupted an enormous *deep* muscle belch. He flexed his huge hairy pecs and flexed his huge biceps hard. “Fuuuooock, you like that?” The filthy giant asked Bobby nodded in pleasure “you’re so massive and raunchy, I love it…” his cock throbbed hard in his hand. Dennis grinned as he erupted a muffled muscle fart making the entire jacuzzi bubble. The entire jacuzzi began to waft a big cloud of muscle man stink… “Stroke that cock for me, make daddy fuockin GROOOW” Dennis roared Bobby’s eyes rolled back and he felt his big cock take him under a deep, powerful orgasm, his cock lurched and erupted thick spunk on Dennis’s hairy valleys of muscle. “Ooooo… that’s what I’m talkin’ about, FUUUUOOOOCKKK” he quickly began to swell with enormous mass, and muscle. Growing wider than the circular hot tub, His pecs became beefier than the other two giants and his abs became chunky, thick, and compact; bulging into a sexy rock hard hairy muscle gut. His huge hard cock began to lurch too, he was the first to erupt his load… Bobby could smell the giants powerful potent wads, his hips ground forward and back uncontrollably while listening to the giants deep loud moans and the sound of his thick load getting thicker, and heavier, massive globs of it plopping into the jacuzzi, filling it full… The other two giants growth wave subsided and they both watched with lustful expressions… Dennis’s thick potent cum began to reach their gargantuan legs, and the smell of Dennis’s lingering man stink wafted up the two giants sexy rock hard hairy muscles. “Fuuckkk, stinks so hot, man..” “Fuck yeah, look at all that cum man… ooohhh…” Bobby watched in deep orgasm as Scott and Adonis both began to cum hands free, their veiny mega cocks bobbing up and down pumping thick lumpy muscle cum… all three giants moaned deeply rubbing their hard nipples. The entire jacuzzi was full of all three giants enormous cum loads making a thick custard of hot lumpy muscle cum… bubbling and squelching deeply like a lava pit. “OooOooooh” the three giants moaned as their hot deep orgasm and growth lingered. Incrementally getting bigger and bigger. “Lick up that fuckin’ cum” Dennis moaned deeply Bobby scooped some of their thick cum and began to eat up. It tasted so fucking good he kept going till his rock hard stomach was full and bulging with cum. He felt pleasure in his abs, and in his entire body just from swallowing down the giants thick potent cum. The three giants stood tall over Dennis, who was lounging back with Bobby on his hairy muscle gut. Scott and Adonis’s big cock drooled then lurched a big wad of hot thick cum all over Bobby… covering him from head to toe. They began to lick Bobby’s cum covered body clean, and kiss each other deeply, swapping sticky cum in each others mouths. They flexed their enormous new growth for Bobby once more as the thick cum full jacuzzi bubbled deeply… Adonis set Bobby down gently and with a wink he said “make sure to come visit us again, Bobby.” “I sure will.” Bobby smiled “you guys are amazing.” Bobby looked down at his rock hard lean body, his pecs looked even bigger than before, his abs felt even tighter. And his soft firm ass and big hard cock filled his cum soaked briefs full, Did Bobby grow bigger too? The three enormous giants grinned with a thankful, satisfied, and lustful look in their eyes, bigger than ever before, watching Bobby enter the next corridor leading to the next part of his Dirty Muscle Fantasy: the locker room.
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  8. Im still working on my other story wanted to try somthing a little different. first person but with mutliple perspectives Chapter 1 Steve pov "I just dont get whats wrong with him his younger brother owns a sucsesful startup and his sister is on the road to be governor in a few years" i say slamming down another drink "like how is the oldest such a screwup hes supposed to be an example for them but all he does is play video games for money like man up your 23" . "Dosnt he pay most of your bills at this point though" one of my drunk friends taunts before downing another shot "only cause i let him and it dosnt matter anyways he needs a real job not some hobby he can make money off of" "Well if you want him to man up i may have somthing my job has had me researching male enhancement might push him towards the right path only thing is i cant say its 100% safe yet due to lack of test subjects"says jim the only person in stem in the building and a drinking buddy Maybe it was becuase i was drunk but i took the offer even with my closest friend clark telling me it was shameful to let my son be used as a test subject i didnt care my wimp of a son would finally man up a bit. Raymond pov "I get that im not as sucsesful as jannet or zack but im doing well for myself you know" eric my fwb having listened this rant many times before rolls his eyes "dude normally im fine listening to your rants but i came here cuase im horny dude now shut that mouth and fuck me" before kissing me to shut me up "Damn guess your really are addicted to this huh" i say pulling out my 8 inches "finally the real reason im here" eric jokes as he strips revealing his toned body lays on my bed his ass in the air. I grin seeing he is already ready i thrust into him. I keep a steady rythm going until i hear dad stumble into the house i start moving alot faster making sure he can hear erics moans as he walks by. Steve pov "Fuck my sons not only a faluire but a slut too" i say bitterly to myself "well thats going to change" i mumble to myself as i put the case jim gave me under the bed grinning as i remember what he said "Hes going to be a real man by the end of the week"
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  9. Chapter 23 Over the next two weeks, I kept up the steady double workouts and blessing my supplements. And, oh, what an amazing two weeks it was. By the end, I was 196 pounds. Five pounds in two weeks. It was probably more than that, actually. Despite all the extra food I was eating, I was more shredded than I’d ever been in my life, and I had low body fat to begin with. My clothes were fitting me a little more tightly, my pecs and ass especially fighting my clothes. And my core had tightened up something fierce. I’d never even dreamed of having abs this defined: an honest-to-goodness six-pack with a deep, tantalizing Adonis belt. I was hornier than I’d ever been, sneaking off for furtive jack-off sessions at the gym and in the office. And then plowing Mason like crazy before we curled up next to each other to sleep. As if that wasn’t delightful enough, the business continued to boom. Beyond boom. We were making money hand over fist—running out of some of our standby products by 10 AM. I was deliriously happy. But I could see something was off in Mason’s eyes. He was less and less thrilled with our love making. His eyes were often raw and swollen, and I more than once caught him holding his stomach, rubbing it gently. When I asked him what was wrong, he’d put on a fake smile, say nothing, and then go back to whatever he was doing. One afternoon, when we came home from the gym, Mason crashed on the couch, and I went into the kitchen to make us a snack. When I came back out, I saw Mason on the couch, shirtless, swollen and red from the workout. This time, he wasn’t just rubbing his stomach; he was cradling it with both hands. I handed him his snack, and he refused it. “No. Giles made me drink two additional extra-large protein shakes today, and they aren’t sitting well.” “What’s up?” I asked him, joining him on the couch. “Something’s definitely wrong.” Mason said nothing and just kept rubbing his stomach. “Is this about the curses? Do you need me to call Gramps? It’s been two weeks.” “Nothing like that,” Mason said. His eyes were even more red than I thought they were. But he said nothing more. “Spill, Mason. Whatever you’re holding back, just tell me.” With a sigh, he asked, “I put up a good fight, didn’t I?” “I’m gonna need more info, sweetness.” “These last two weeks, I’ve tried to do the work to maintain this body, right?” “Of course you have,” I said as I gripped his thigh and shook it affectionately. “And if I surrender, you won’t think less of me, right?” “Surrender?” I asked. I put down my snack and sidled up next to him, embracing him soothingly. “What do you mean, ‘surrender’?” “I can’t do it,” he said. “I’m always sore, I always reek of sweat, and I hate working out. I just hate it. I could put up with it when I was 200 pounds. That was excruciating, but livable. I dealt with being overfull and all the pain because I liked how I looked, and I was spending time with you, and I thought I’d eventually adjust. But now, at 300? Everything that was too hard to begin with is twice as hard. My stomach is constantly full to bursting—it’s painful all the time. I just can’t do it. And I’m not even spending time with you anymore! I’m spending it with Giles. And that Carey guy is always perving on me now. I kind of like the other gymgoers’ attention—I even like that they call me Mister. But Carey stalks me like a wolf stalks a rabbit. It makes me so uncomfortable, and a little scared. And the gym takes up so much of my time. I haven’t seen any of my friends in weeks, I’m behind on work for the bakery, I’m behind on planning our wedding, and I’m always so tired. I just can’t do it anymore.” He began rubbing his stomach harder. “It’s ok,” I said, rubbing his stomach with him. “You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.” “I want to; I just can’t. I like being the bigger guy, and I know you like bigger guys.” “I agreed to marry you when you were a skinny twink, if you recall.” “It’s not the same. You don’t do it on purpose, but you’re just differently sexual now that I’m bigger than you.” “I’m sorry.” I squeezed him. “That must be dehumanizing.” “On the contrary. You’re more attentive. You look at me with more intensity. I love it so much, but I can’t survive the upkeep of this body.” He rubbed his stomach harder. “Want me to make you some easily digestible food to settle your stomach?” I asked. “Don’t mention food. I might have this huge body, but I still have my old stomach. That didn’t get much bigger, if at all. I can’t eat as much as I’m supposed to. I was starting to eat more, sure, but then I got inhumanly huge in a blink. And now Giles has me eating to bulk. My stomach is always in shooting pain from constant overeating. And the supplements agitate it further. I’ve been half-finishing most of my shakes, and I’ve been hiding the food I can’t eat from you. And…” he stopped, looking ashamed of himself. “With all the intense workouts and overeating, I’ve been throwing up a lot, which just makes the pain so much worse.” “Why have you been hiding this from me?” I asked, concerned. “I thought it was growing pains, that I’d get over it. But Giles weighed me at the gym today. Over the last two weeks, I’ve lost seven pounds. He just confirmed what I already knew. I can feel myself getting smaller. Giles has been having me bulk, and I lost seven pounds in two weeks. Whatever magic made me this big isn’t keeping me this big. Giles has been talking about steroids as a way to compensate. But that wouldn’t solve the underlying problems, and I don’t want to prolong this nightmare.” I rocked him back and forth a little. “Don’t do this to yourself. I love you, not your muscles.” “I love my muscles,” Mason said. “But I can’t keep them.” “I can end that stomachache in two minutes if you’ll let me,” I said. “But it’s a witchy solution.” “Do it!” he said. I went out to the kitchen and came back with a ginger root. “Suck on this,” I said. He obeyed, and after he’d sucked for a full minute, I recited a quick little spell while rubbing his stomach counterclockwise. “It’s gone,” he said, a look of ecstatic relief washing over his face. “For the first time in two weeks, not even the slightest pain. Thank you.” “Now, if you really want to keep this muscle, I have a potential solution. But it, too, is witchy.” “Really?” he said, dubiously. “There’s this spell my mother was working on before her kidneys started to give out. The spell is supposed to prevent people who are chronically sick, or suffering from a prolonged illness, from losing too much weight. But, she eventually stopped working on it. She could never quite get the results she was looking for. And it wouldn’t have made anyone better; it would’ve just stopped them from losing too much weight. Her goal was to keep them nourished enough so they could fight the infection.” “That doesn’t sound like it applies here.” “I could amp it up to stop you from losing any weight.” Then, after a pause, I added, “If I can get it working.” “You want to try an amped-up version of an unfinished spell on me?” Mason looked at me leerily. “Don’t sound so scared,” I replied defensively. “It’s healing magic. It’s not like I’d be sacrificing a goat and feeding you its raw entrails. The potion is somewhere between custard and Jell-O. It was intended for the chronically sick to eat, after all. The ingredients are almost entirely fruits and vegetables. There’s some gelatin in it. That’s like the harshest thing…” I stopped dead. I suddenly saw the inner workings of the spell and knew what to do. “What?” “Agar-agar,” I said, running to the kitchen. “What?” Mason said again, following me. “Agar-agar. Or, just agar if you prefer.” I was rooting through our cabinets, pulling out boxes and canisters, inspecting each one. “Agar-agar?” Mason asked. “My mother was thinking like a doctor-witch, not a baker-witch.” “I’m not a doctor, a baker, or a witch. Explain it to me.” As I continued scouring the cabinets, I explained it. “The potion needs a thickening agent, or it won’t coalesce. My mother, who worked at a hospital, naturally thought of gelatin. ‘Cause they give Jell-O to people at the hospital. But gelatin is made from animal bones and skin.” I found what I was looking for, and showed the small canister to Mason. “Agar-agar is a gelatin-like thickening agent made from seaweed. The spell wasn’t working because it needs to be all fruits and vegetables. It just has to be. Bones and skins in a plant-based potion is just asking for the spell to fail.” “How long would it take you to cook?” Mason asked. “Since I already have the agar-agar? Half an hour to cook, four hours for it to set. I’ll have to bless your spoon, and you’d have to eat the whole serving within 20 minutes of it setting for it to have any efficacy.” “And how often would I have to eat it?” Mason asked, taking the agar-agar from my hand, shaking the mostly empty container. “Once every ten days should do it. Once a week to be safe.” “I don’t know…” Mason sounded skeptical. “If this works, you won’t even have to go to the gym anymore. You won’t get any bigger, but…” Mason interrupted me. “You had me at no more gym. I’ll have it for dessert tonight.” That night after dinner, I served Mason the gray-burgundy thickly jiggling concoction. “Even if it’s foul, make sure to eat the whole bowl,” I reminded him. He took his first spoonful and said, “That is an unpleasant texture.” “How does it taste?” “Weird,” Mason said. “But sweet.”
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  10. Chapter 22 When we went to the gym later that afternoon, Mason was still feeling himself. He wore the most scandalously small workout clothes I have ever seen in my life. Instead of his usual t-shirt, he wore a skimpy tank top that showed off all his glorious chest hair and one nipple (as the shirt was apparently designed to do). His lats, visible from the front if he even slightly raised his bulging arms, exploded out of the armholes, almost like a whale’s tail exploding from the sea. Instead of his usual leggings, he wore gym shorts that were so small they may as well have been Daisy Dukes. If he wasn’t under Melody’s spell, his balls and cock would have been tumbling out rather than precariously packaged as an unignorable protuberance. And, of course, his clothes were in a fluorescent green color, drawing attention to him even more. As we jogged to the gym, I couldn’t help but stare at his massive, meaty thighs. How he had to maneuver around them as he ran, a slight sway to his canter; his legs were just too thick to move normally. It caused his mighty ass to shift hypnotically as he ran, especially as each cheek flexed and contracted with its own exertions to keep him moving. And every time a foot hit the ground, his leg would quake and reverberate with the force of his own godly strength. His display was such an erotic thrill that everyone we passed on our way to the gym stared. Everyone. Two people pulled out their phones to film him; one more tried but dropped it to the sidewalk. Then, a car slowed down to stare at him, which caused a mild fender bender. At this point, I knew I had to get in front of Mason, or I would add to the pedestrian chaos. As I sped up to pass him, I first had to get even with him. That was when I noticed that his overfilled basket bounced and swayed ponderously with each footfall, even more hypnotically than his ass. I looked up to break the trance and saw Mason’s face. He was grinning ear to ear from all the attention. I expect he was even exaggerating his sway to draw more onlookers’ gazes. As I passed him fully, Mason slapped my ass forcefully. I looked back over my shoulder, and he had an innocent expression on his face. “What?” he said. “You didn’t slap mine. The universe felt out of whack. One of us has to touch the other inappropriately, or who even are we?” I jogged the rest of the way looking forward, mostly oblivious to the distraction Mason was causing. When we got to the gym, I was shocked to notice that three men had joined us in our jog. “Can we get day passes?” they asked the receptionist while staring at Mason. Mason winked and blew them a kiss—a friendly, not flirtatious one. “If they follow us home,” I said, “it’ll be your responsibility to feed them and clean up after them.” When Tank saw Mason, his jaw literally dropped—he stood there with his mouth hanging open. Then, there was a twitch in his pants that quickly thickened and lengthened. “You two enjoy your workout,” I said. “We’re not working out together?” Mason asked, looking a little worried. “You’ve surpassed me,” I responded. “You’re in Tank’s capable hands,” I reassured him, and went to prepare my supplements and blessing. Thankfully, as a professional baker, I had everything I needed to make the blessing work, even the palm sugar and sea salt. I put in my Airpods—connected to nothing—so when I recited my spells under my breath, it would look like I was just singing quietly to my music. With my first exercise of leg curls, I pushed myself past the breaking point to exhaustion. To remedy that, I did my twist on one of my mother’s healing spell, and I no longer felt on fire with lactic acid. I honestly felt refreshed, like I hadn’t even jogged to the gym. But when I looked down at my thighs, they were still pumped. So, I decided to do another set at my max weight, and it was like starting my whole workout over, but I was already warmed up and primed. That last set may have been the best, most effective set of leg curls I’d ever done. Every exercise was like that. By the end, my legs had pumped up so red and swollen, I could see every vein and sinew. My legs were fighting the seams of my leggings. And yet, I felt no discomfort or pain. Even though I was covered in sweat, I could have done my whole, grueling, freakishly intense workout over again. I knew that if I pushed myself too far that my legs would just split open, and I didn’t have any spell that could solve that problem, so I stopped when my legs looked purple with anger. Mason, for his part, had done his own grueling leg day with Tank. His legs were similarly pumped, but as he was in short shorts, his bloated quads were of full display. A crowd of gym-goers had formed around him just to watch the show. Tank, saluting me, said, “Mister’s all yours,” and then took the hand of one of his daintier admirers and went off to the locker room, likely for a surreptitious fuck. When I came over to Mason for our jog home together, he was lying flat on his back, rubbing his poor, distended thighs. His gigantic crotch bulge was wobbling in time with the motion. I grabbed his left thigh and began massaging it. “This help?” “So much,” he said, gritting his teeth on the threshold of pleasure and pain. “Did Tank call you Mister?” I asked. “He did at that. They’ve all started calling me Mister,” Mason said, then, still flat on his back, he launched into a screed. “Why did you abandon me to that sicko? And why do we jog to and from the gym on leg day? Do you hate me? Are you punishing me for some grievous wrong I have committed?” “It’s part of the workout. It’ll help your recovery. And Tank approves.” “We have a car, though.” “Which you haven’t been in since you weighed 130 pounds. Promise me I can watch you try to get behind the wheel of our car for the first time post-curse. I’ll want my phone ready to record it.” “Why aren’t you in pain?” he asked. “Your legs look fit to pop.” Refusing to blow my cover, I said, “Trust me, I’m in plenty pain. I’ve just been working out for longer, so I’m used to it. You’ll adjust too.” As I said that, I redoubled my massaging efforts and said a quick pain relief spell under my breath to get Mason off his back. “This should help loosen things up.” It was different from the one I’d cast on myself; I didn’t want Mason to get suspicious. It would probably only last until we got home, but at least he would be mobile. “That does help, thanks,” he said. I lovingly tapped his absurd crotch bulge, and helped him stand. Once Mason was standing, a muscular man in his late 50s with mostly-grey hair and a ruddy complexion came over to us. I knew who it was—he was Carey Sullivan, the owner of the gym I’d mentioned to Mason when he first started coming here. In fact, he owned over a dozen gyms in over a dozen cities. I’d seen him poke around this place because it was his favorite of all of his gyms. As it was a gay gym, it was also his favorite spot to pick up unsuspecting twenty-somethings. I’d never actually interacted with Carey, but he wasn’t hard to recognize. “Mason Lombard?” he asked, offering his hand. “Mister?” he clarified. “I am. And you?” “Carey Sullivan. He owns this place,” I said quietly. “Love your gym, Mr. Sullivan” Mason said, disingenuously. “Carey. Only bankers call me Mr. Sullivan.” “Carey, then,” Mason acquiesced. “Big fan of the gym.” “Emphasis on the big,” Carey said. He looked Mason up and down, scrutinizing him lasciviously. “You’re a damn sight near naked, Mister. The receptionist called me in to talk to you.” “Oh, am I violating some dress code?” Mason asked. “I’m kinda new to this gym, sorry. Won’t happen again.” “Seems you drew a crowd with this little get-up.” “Comes with the territory,” Mason said. “I’m sorry if I caused a disturbance.” Carey circled Mason, continuing his visual evaluation, as he said, “Three days passes, four new memberships, and six people buying expensive upgrades—all just in the time since you stepped foot through that door today. Who knows what our juice bar receipts will be? I’d wager we made a killing in cold drinks the way you raise the temperature in here. If this has been you making a disturbance, Mister, I’d like to see you cause a ruckus.” “Pardon?” “This gym caters to a gay clientele, and most of my men would kill to look like you. Hell, half of them would sell their mothers to look at you.” “What’s the problem?” Mason asked, rubbing his stomach absent-mindedly, the same way he’d earlier rubbed his thighs. “No problem.” “Then, I’m not violating a dress code?” Carey scoffed. “Fuck no.” Then, he added, “There’s no rule against you working out shirtless or wearing nothing but posers.” These sounded more like suggestions than statements of fact. “Feel free to wear as little as humanly possible. Hell, I could probably get special dispensation from the mayor to let you work out in the altogether. She and I are strip club buddies—I know what she likes.” “You came down to ask me to wear less clothing when I work out?” “No. I just came down to look at you. Receptionist sent me a photo, had to see you in the flesh.” The word “flesh” sounded wet and suggestive coming out of his mouth. Then, he whistled. “You’re older than I normally go for, but I’ll make an exception for a specimen as fine as you. Please tell me you’re single.” “Engaged.” “Open relationship?” “Monogamous.” “Fiancé’s away a lot?” “Fiancé’s right here,” I said. “Of course, he is,” Carey said, looking at me. “Yeah, it takes a man like you to get a man like him.” He stopped for a second, then said, “Could I talk you both into a no-strings threeway?” “No,” Mason and I said at the same time. “Had to shoot my shot,” he said, then sauntered away. When he reached the front door, he threw up one hand, pointed at us with it, and said, “I wasn’t kidding about the mayor. Let me know.” Shrugging off that weird encounter, Mason and I gathered our things and left. As Mason and I jogged home, our legs over-pumped from our workout, I was amazed at how easy the jog was for me and how little it felt like I’d worked out. Clearly, anyone looking at my legs would know I’d just tortured them at the gym, but they felt like I’d just got out of bed or a warm shower. Mason was similarly feeling no pain, but he was stiffer than me as he moved. Once we were two blocks from the gym, he asked, “What was that all about? With Mr. Sullivan, and all the guys drooling over me and calling me Mister?” “You’re a gorgeous, muscular, hung man dressed in practically nothing while exercising. That is the plot of many dirty films.” “But I’ve been to the gym before at this size,” he pointed out. “Sure, I pulled focus and people watched, but their reaction today was cartoonish and surreal.” “You were dressed sensibly those other days,” I reminded him. “Me? Dress sensibly? Never,” Mason joked. “You were dressed like an average hipster,” I corrected, “not like a porn star from the ‘80s.” “Yeah, I got these from a knock-off Ken doll.” He rubbed his stomach again, this time gingerly like it was bothering him. “Thought they’d make me feel sexy. I’m going back to dressing like me. This was a fun experience, but it’s not one I’m anxious to repeat.” “Glad to hear it,” I said. “If you made this a regular habit, I’d have to learn armed combat to keep the other men away. And I’m a healer, not a fighter.” Then, I slapped his ass and sped up. “Race you home.”
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  11. So, I thought I was done, but then I failed NNN, so now the rest of you have to fail it too Ch 1 - Hedlan’s Birthday Hedlan awoke once again to the sensational vibrations his pectorals were programmed to. He loved that smooth hum as he awoke from another blissful twelve hour recharge. It rippled across his toned body as his most evolved muscle, his brain, began to check the status of his beloved anatomy in nanoseconds. Before he could will his eyes to open, Hedlan’s mind had processed over twelve terabytes of data obtained from his recharge process. 79% regularity. 12% functionality innovation updates fully installed. 0.001% anatomical failure, corrected, error time - 23 nanoseconds. This was a meager blip, but Hedlan knew reporting this minor issue would reward him with another four thousand credits of nanowear innovations. The report continued: Experimental compatibility with temporary host unit: 83%. A 30% increase over the previous stand-in. Second interaction imperative for credit authorization. “Ah yes” Hedlan thought to himself privately. “Cindra… She *was* 83% compatible… Great, but still nothing compared to Toth, damn… When is Toth going to recover? What day is it…” Nanoseconds later, the report finished with one final note for the day: “The Time is Seven O Clock, November 93rd in the year 99,220,220. And in addition, it is your 2016th birthday.” “Hmm…. Is it?” Purred the blonde bombshell resting upon Hedlan’s massive chest. Hedlan chuckled. “I suppose it is. My my how time flies.” Cindra’s eye glowed slightly as she received her own update. “Damn… Structural integrity only recovered 49%...” “Oof. I am off my game. A slender… What? Type 15 build, even with augments shouldn’t have recovered 55%.” Hedlan replied. Cindra rolled her eyes in annoyance. “Try type 26 Essex class.” “Essex class? No fucking way. Guess I’m still kicking.” “Fuck yeah. Haven’t been pushed like that sense I was walking around in this bimbotic type 21:” Cindra teased as she telepathically transmitted an old picture of herself. “Mmm. Don’t make em like they used too huh.” Hedlan teased. “While the fuckbags were even better than you can imagine, the structural integrity couldn’t keep up with newer models like YOUR experimentally sexy ass… Sometimes you gotta sacrifice beauty so you don’t wake up four weeks after having your cybernetic mind fucked out your own ass.“ “I know, why do you think the Hive paired your. *Licks lips* Structurally stable body with me?” “Mmm… I don’t know. Terrible decision.” “Firmware says we got one last interaction to authorize the transaction.” “Did it now? Hmm… Well what a shame… I really was looking forward to the three moons festival this friday…. But fuck it, there’s always next decade.” Ch 2 - Extremely Optimized Cindra was a somewhat out of date model, roughly two years without a proper upgrade. Still her luxury essex class selection allowed her to be paired with Hedlan as the best substitute candidate for him to workout with. Hedlan, is a top-of-the-line body builder. He updates himself nightly to optimize his body in every way he, or rather, the Bioware corporation, can. To make it in the Bioware industry in these times, you need massive augmentations daily just to compete. Each day, Hedlan compresses his body down overnight to install and re-charge every last cell in his body. When he awakes he is roughly 7’3” tall, the shortest he’ll be all day. His skeleton is constantly secreting a variety of chemicals to encourage muscular growth, and expands at a rate of roughly 2.5 inches each hour. Each muscle group is continuously charged and exercised on their own. This was at first thought to be the main limitation to muscular acceleration. That is, until the innovation of Sexual Interaction Boosting. More effective than steroids, a chemical called “Lib-300” was generated in a host body. On its own it has numerous, well perhaps not negative but certainly undesired traits when it came to body building. It would encourage massive fat deposits until the compound matured. Afterwhich, if ingested fresh, it would supercharge a secondary host’s muscular system, causing their muscular ability to balloon at insane rates while not compromising the cardiovascular, neural, or cybernetic enhancements. The practical upshot of this was Sexual Interaction Boosting, in which a typically female candidate would produce Lib-300 in excess, specifically at key anatomical areas of their body: The glutes, the thighs, and each breast. From there, sexual interaction would act as a sort of super-juiced workout for the typically male partner, who would receive the chemical through special receptors on the tongue for the upper half of the body, the genitals for the lower half, and in addition, the skin as well, which while not as effective, would end up absorbing roughly 32% of excess Lib-300 excreted by the partner. The Lib-300 lasts for mere moments, but when it interacts with the body in large quantities, it can promote muscular growth for hours, so as to continuously supply the host with the euphoric feeling of becoming stronger, which is simply more errotic and desirable than perhaps any other sensation Hedlan experienced in his two thousand plus years of existence. Each partner is continuously being updated and evaluated on ways to improve the interaction process. For instance, Cindra is equipped with magnetic gravity enhancement in her ass and cervix. This allows her body to begin the process by filling air pockets with charged helium, making her lighter than a feather, and after a short while forcing her into a state of buoyancy that should rocket her out of the atmosphere. Only by Hedlan gripping her with an extreme force of over 9 tons per-square-milimeter, can Cindra prevent herself from slamming against the ceiling. In addition, Cindra can fluctuate randomly, forcing Hedlan to adapt between needing to exert extreme force downwards, or upwards. However, this is little challenge for Hedlan’s body, which after a mere forty minutes of immaculate exercise for his torso, triceps, abdominals, and tongue is ready for stage two. In order to accelerate the growth process, a newer feature of Hedlan’s workout is the process of using a special chemical, stored in the left orange-sized testicle, as a catalyst inside of Cindra’s esophagus. By coaxing the chemical out of Hedlan, Cindra can absorb charge from the chemical. This in turn drives every nerve cluster in Cindra’s body into overdrive and improves Lib-300 production by 300% (while simultaneously driving Cindra into a heightened state of madness in which every form of pleasure becomes more blissful by the moment. Even the air molecules moving through her toes can be felt if she is able to absorb a full stomach full. However, this is an increasingly difficult challenge as while the process is ongoing, Hedlan’s magnificent cock has expanded considerably. During phase one, the cock maintained almost no growth due to restraining himself to oral interaction. However, once stage two begins, Hedlan’s member begins to make up for lost time, expanding from his initial size of nine inches at a rate of 0.5 inches every minute, until the optimal size of 3 feet is reached. In the mean time, Cindra can’t allow herself to eject the cock, even to take a breath. This is why her lungs are equipped with methods of absorbing oxygen effectively without the use of her throat, and her throat is lined with titanium stabilizers to prevent… most damage. For the next hour and seven minutes, Cindra’s throat is brutally fucked by Hedlan’s monster cock. All the while, Hedlan has grown considerably. Before stage two, Hedlan was somewhat lopsided, with a massive upper body build of over 300lbs of compressed muscle in each arm, in addition to 470lbs in the chest, abdominals, and other areas above his stomach. While his legs and cock were still massive, but nowhere near as egregiously oversized as the rest of his build. However now, the adonis has leveled out, with Hedlan’s cybernetic brain now frantically shifting the flow of Lib-300 to his ass to round his glutes out with extra layers of muscular perfection. At which point, poor Cindra suffered a catastrophic failure of her esophageal support, forcing her to rip the now two foot nine inches cock from her gut as it filled with Hedlan’s emergency release of the chemical. This annoyed Hedlan somewhat, as while he knew Cindra would heal in a few days, the rate of Lib-300 production would be severely compromised at only 200% increase, if he was lucky. Never the less, he couldn’t let the past two hours go to waste, and spun Cindra around for phase three. In phase three, Cindra will be excreting massive amounts of Lib-300 from her breasts and vaginal walls, causing swelling. Meanwhile, every last drop of the delicious secretion is fueling Hedlan with a roided sense of power and immense growth rate as the beast would continue to swell greedily with power and determination as he squeezed and fucked every drop of the compound he could from what was left of Cindra as she entered a blissful coma of pleasure that would last for days. Inside, Hedlan felt like a machine, pumping and sucking in every way he could to trigger the maximum amount of reaction from Cindra. It wasn’t just lust, it was calculated. His mind burned at the number of calculations being done to control his tongue, while waiting ever so patiently to engage his cock again, which when flexed would stimulate a magnetic field absorbing and stimulating every micrometer of Cindra’s nether regions. Outside, Hedlan was pulsing larger and larger as he quickly grew past eight feet tall. His pectorals, while only a mere meter in width each, were now jetting a solid foot out from his body and weighed easily 400lbs apiece. Each commanded an arm the size of a refrigerator, with the muscular complexity of a super-computer. Thousands upon thousands of micro-layers of muscle worked together to give Hedlan the power to crush mountains with a squeeze. His legs rose to the size of tree trunks, and his abdominals began production of a new matrix of blood vessels just to provide the space to add another row of rock hard chest stones. Despite the limitations of Cindra’s throat, her ass and vagina were more than capable of handling Hedlan’s rapidly expanding four foot monster cock as it evolved and matured to allow new methods of pleasure to reach Hedlan’s brain. After a mere thirty minutes however, poor Cindra had reached a critical state and could produce no more. As his growth slowed, Hedlan sighed. “Damn, used up and I’m only as good as a mark 90… Whatever.” He thought to himself. “I’m out of time. HIVE,” he stated addressing the globally shared hivemind system, “Ensure Cindra gets home in one peace, and in the mean time, I’ll need an emergency boost of Lib-300 from another host before work, otherwise those bastards at Muscle-Management will wipe the floor with us. “ Telepathically he ended the message and started to walk to work. As he got up Cindra awoke dazed, with her brain functioning at 30% capacity. “You’re going out without getting dressed?” Hedlan just smiled and said “Why?” imprinting the image of his supercharged chest into her brain as she passed out once again. Ch 3 - Going to work - As Hedlan stepped outside he felt the warm radiation of the sun kiss his skin. He never understood why but he loved the way light bounced off of him, particularly while he was still dripping in a thick layer of sex-based sweat and biological compounds. In the breeze the salty wind of the ocean core beneath the floating platform sent the smell of fresh delicacies rising from the food pits below. Before Hedlan was a bodybuilder, he started off as a chef’s apprentice deep down by the shores, hardly ever feeling the sensation of sunlight. He left eventually to pursue his own passion, but as a child he understood why they’d stay down there, the taste of such food is sublime when it’s fresh, and it isn’t to be exchanged for any substitute. To do so would be a disservice, not just to the meal, but the craft itself. That’s what motivated Hedlan. Perfection and respect for his craft. Only to him, it wasn’t the milliseconds between flipping the grill, but the flow of blood and energy within his own complex body. Pressuring each layer of muscle until it fractured perfectly, and healing the organic pattern as quickly as possible, just to shatter it again. Like his own body was his own pottery and he was a master of Kintsugi. “I don’t understand these firewall inefficiencies” rang out a voice in Hedland’s mind. “I can’t be late for Armada practice again”. “I love the smell of fresh herbs blowing in the morning.” “I should surprise my lover at work today…” Hedlan lowered the volume of these voices as he approached the local gathering spot. Idle dribble isn’t what he was interested in overhearing from other people’s minds. However, as he stepped into view in front of the grassy clearing, a few turned heads and glances blared at the perfect volume inside his head: “Fuck, let me get some of that hunk.” “Fuck me, I haven’t felt aroused by a male in decades…” “That beast… I wouldn’t last a minute with that monster… Maybe I should upgrade…” “Please. Please notice me. Please. I need it. I need to feel that hot god against my skin… I want to lick those muscles clean…” Hedlan grinned and produced a small nod at the thirsty woman giving that last open thought, whose face went red as she turned her thoughts back to private. As he continued walking across the soft dry grass, more and more thoughts like that massaged his ego until it matched his enormous proportions. In the open public of the Alpha Centauri Heart Planet it was common to see humanoid variants ranging in size from a meager three feet, to twenty foot goliaths twice the size of Hedlan both clothed and baren. However, towards the southern side of the coastal plateau, was the sinful Muscle Beach. A libidinous stretch of over three miles, where the thick crowd of muscular adonises would flair their bodies in conjunction with each other. From one end of the beach to another, was an endless swarm of mostly naked figures caressing and fawning over superior specimens. The air of this region was actually laced with a byproduct from the Lib-300 production factories below known as W-Tin-K, and while at first options were weighed to fix this issue, it soon proved to not only be difficult, but undesirable and counterproductive to the economy and tourism. W-Tin-K is a powerful hallucinogenic compound that’s quickly broken down by oxygen, its effects vary from subject to subject. Those who ingest this substance are filled with a harmonic lust towards the most powerful specimen in the area, where their minds are slowly corrupted by the euphoric sensation of licking and touching a specimen stronger than oneself. While this sounds concerning, over seven thousand years of research has gone into the study of W-Tin-K, and no concernable link between health and ingestion of W-Tin-K has been found. Survival on the beach is somewhat determined by one’s ability to handle W-Tin-K and perhaps more importantly: The ability to handle other people Jacked out of their minds on the chemical as well. While a few horny utopian citizens licking your legs up and down is fun, a body that isn’t built to handle the inner crowds of the area will be savagely ripped apart by dozens of lust-crazed beasts. It’s for this reason that the southern beach was where Hedlan’s personal back-up for Lib-300 would be found, as any Lib-300 producing beast that could survive here would be able to take monsters ten times Hedlan’s current ability with no issue. The Hive directed Hedlan deeper and deeper into the crowd as the muscular quality and size of the men and women around him increased to match himself as more and more of those smaller than him began to delve deeper and deeper into acts of passion for their current master. Finally, Hedlan finally found who he was looking for. A young stud, merely nine hundred years old, his mind lost for days, perhaps even months, within his seemingly endless pursuit to be drowned in the cum of the gods he helped to build. His name was Levidicus. Hedlan glazed over him, his mind not even for a moment distracted by the other beasts in the distance larger or the pathetic simps clawing at his legs. Levidicus was a massive specimen just shy of Hedlan’s height at a staggering 8 foot 10”. All of it raw muscle, of course, he didn’t have the sensation of growing to such an expanse each day like Hedlan, rather Levidicus would start and end each day the same size. A thought Hedlan pitied him for. However, aside from that Levidicus was perfect. Estimated a 95% compatibility with himself. His pectorals glowing with Lib-300 as he was built to produce the chemical endlessly, however Hedlan didn’t have that kind of time. He needed to bring Levidicus to stage three quickly. However, without speaking a word, the Hive informed them both of the issue at hand. Levidicus was no object to be used. He was a savage animal that needed to be tamed. He wouldn’t give up his throne of power to bow to anyone, and if he would, Hedlan would have to prove he owned it. Both of them knew from the start, exactly who would rein supreme, but with a cocky grin, and a grip of his own python, Levidicus made it very clear he wasn’t going to make it easy. Once again, Hedlan started with stage 1. Thankfully, the various other members of the area had already begun the activation process, direct interaction was all that was necessary. So, Hedlan primed his tongue and gripped his adversary by the balls and began. “Ah… Oh fuck yes. Finally. A bitch who knows his place. MMMmmm. Damn straight… You suck that cock boy. You suck that fucking pole. You know who I am bitch… I’m your fucking daddy…. Don’t forget it. Half your age, but twice your worth. You hear that you god damn peasant. If you dare take your lips off that cock, I’ll flip you over and fill your ass with it too… I’m your god damn boss now, your fucking GOD. I demand this worship.” While Levidicus teased Hedlan about the process, Hedlan was not so prideful to feel even slightly inferior. He knew what was to come. If a sense of superiority helped Levidicus reach climax faster, good. It didn’t distract Hedlan from the thousands of micro-movements his mouth was performing any more than the gusts of hot sex-soaked wind swirling around them. All it took was a few more minutes of bucking before Levidicus finally broke mentally. “Shit. Fuck. DAMN! Oh fuck tiger. Looks like I’m about to let the dam break. MMM! Good. I bet your sick fuck ass loves this part.” And with that Hedlan grinned a warm white cum-stained grin as the familiar feeling of growth reached his chest again. It was slow, but he knew it was there. Hedlan wasted no time. He spun Levidicus around and prepared to inject his own chemical in the most effective way possible for stage two. “WOah there baby. Be gentle now!” Leviticus begged through gritted teeth as Hedlan wasted no time pumping his swollen four foot cock deep into Leviticus’s perfect bouncy ass. “Ah… AH! FUck… THat… THAT ALL YOU GOT BITCH BOY!” Levidicus screamed as Hedlan’s fat member began to swell to even more inhuman proportions inside of him. “I CAN TAKE THIS ALL DAY!” “I’m sure you can Levi, but I’m afraid I’m going to have to speed this up…” Hedlan spoke softly into Levi’s ears. A small glance of fear appeared in Levidicus’s eyes as Hedlan directed all his growth to his genitals and flexed. “YOU FUCKING BITCH! OH THAT’S JUST NOT GAH! FAIR! OH… FUCK…” Hedlan gripped Levi’s firm yet shrinking tree-trunk like legs as he rammed his cock inside him for the final push. Like a bottle of champagne, Hedlan released the chemical into Levi’s body where it quickly began driving Levidicus to a new heightened level of pleasure and production as his internal organs were only just barely saved from decimation by a powerful pressurized burst from Hedlan’s expanding cock. As Levi’s mind began to succumb to the blur of pleasure and synapse limitations, he looked up to see the man who just minutes ago was almost his height, now towering above him at a menacing ten feet. “Now for the fun part.” Hedlan grinned evilly as Levi’s eyes lit up with fear and lust. Levi’s body was glowing from the insane amount of liquid being forced to his surface. As his mind raced to process it all, he was discovering new ways to climax. His throat erupted with a sweat bile he’d never tasted, which Hedlan drank from his lips as he squeezed his body to it’s limit like a juice-box. While at first he figured his cock would be left disappointingly free, like so many others only interested in his Lib-300 production, Hedlan was a professional, and was actively using his matrix of expanding abdominal muscles to maintain Levi’s climactic state for longer than Levidicus had ever experienced. His ass was expanding along with Hedlans, not due to any chemical reason, but because Hedlan’s thirsty cock was deep inside the source of what he could offer Hedlan, slurping and replacing as much of the material as he possibly could with each thrust. It was forced to expand to survive. All the while, Hedlan’s body was accelerating even more so than with Cindra. Ten foot. Eleven foot. Twelve foot. Soon, Hedlan’s massive Sixteen foot body was lifting Levi’s tiny husk like a doll Levi looked up at the monster Hedlan had become, and all he could muster was “Damn daddy… You got game…”. The rest of the beach cheered in awe as they watched the man who walked into the beach a quarter of the size he was now, walk out like it was another day at the office. For Hedlan, he was satisfied. Fifteen - five would have done fine, but sixteen would likely get him a raise. “Thinking of which, it’s likely about time I get to work…” Part 4 - Actually getting to work - Coming soon! Make sure to like and reply in the meantime. Coming soon! Make sure to like in the meantime.
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  12. Part 2 One day when Toby was finishing up and grabbing his bag out of his locker, he suddenly felt a bite on his hand and dropped his bag only to see something scurry away into the shadows. "What the hell was that?!" Thankfully there didn't seem to be any blood or swelling where it had bit him, just little bite mark. It didn't seem to be much of anything so Toby headed back to his dorm without a second thought. Though on the walk back Toby's skin slowly starting tingling, starting at the bite mark and slowly spreading to his whole body. He started feeling hot and heavy like he was getting a fever and just wanted to crawl in bed and sleep. Toby barely made it a few steps inside his dorm before the feeling grew much more intense and painful. Looking down he could see the muscles in his arms were twitching and rippling. Another wave of pain hitting him as his shirt grew tighter and tighter around his expanding muscles. The fibers of his shirt and pants starting strain, then pop, then give away entirely. Pain gave way to pleasure as he felt his body grow larger and larger, his pecs becoming thick square and heavy, his stomach once flat and soft now hard, ridged, and well muscled. When the feeling dissipated and stopped, Toby's head was spinning, the clothes he'd been wearing in shreds on the floor. "What the fuck had happened?" But as Toby ran his hands over his new thicker pecs and the rest of his body, he had a guess. "The gym bug, its real!" Flexing his arm and checking out the thick mature muscle that comprised his bicep and triceps, it was everything he'd worked for. "This is freaking amazing! Look at my muscles, they are huge!" Toby reached over with his free hand and felt his own bicep, cupping it in his palm, one of the most filled out and solid peaked he'd probably ever seen and it felt incredible. Even more to his surprise, as he felt himself up, he felt his fat hard cock twitch with pleasure, something he didn't expect to enjoy as much as he clearly did. -Art credited to the late Salvador503
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  13. Pages 7 & 8 of "Mikey's Perfection". Come on Mikey, Lance just washed his sheets. Please see my Twitter if you like my stuff https://twitter.com/GDSMuscleFreaks
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  14. Chapter 3 Raymond pov I keep jacking off hoping my dick will go down but my body is only getting more sensitive just touching my muscles is orgasmic but when i pinch my nipple i nearly cum on the spot. But i keep teasing myself until i burst almost overflowing the toilet but my junk dosnt seem to care still throbbing hard. Fuck this isnt working i open the bathroom door but my body tenses up again but this time it hurts a bit as i see the floor slowly get farther away then it stops my body relaxes and i can move again. i run to our home gym hoping i can just burn this energy off another way becuase option 1 clearly isnt working. Worried as i am its so hot to see my massive cock bounce with each step. Steve pov I left the house to run some errands while the runt starts his changes but i notice that i missed some texts from jim "Shit I forgot to mention for the first day if you go above 3 doses you should stop him from doing to much strenous activity it might make the the stuff work a bit to well" I would have been concerned but runt only uses the treadmill in our home gym so i disregard it "Also no matter how many injections u gave him be ready for a mess when you get home" Well that was kind of obvious i saw him bust a massive load right in front of me. to be honest i might just replace his bed instead of clean that mess. By the time im done with my weekly errands its 8pm. I put everything away but can hear sounds of clanging metal. Fuck the runt is actully working out i run into the gym thinking i was going to tell him to stop but the second i open the door im blasted with a musky masculine sent and a sight that shuts me up completly. Raymond pov I turned on some tutorials and started working out i was kind of akward at first but i quickly got the hang of it eventully i just went into a trance lifting heavier and heavier weights not noticing the weight or whats happening to my body as im to far gone focusing on doing everyset perfectly. Hours go by before im broken out of my trance by the sound of the door hitting the wall i set the bar back and sit up feeling my entire body pumped i look down i went from toned to bodybuilder in a matter of hours i start bouncing my pecs for a bit before noticing dad staring slack jawed at me with a obvious tent in his pants. My dick which had finnaly gone down shoots back up to full mast i grin seeing his eyes widen as he watches it throb leaking pre onto the floor. "Come on little guy get over here and help me out with this" i say gesturing towards my dick. Dad moans a bit seemingly from my now deeper voice before he runs over and starts sucking my cock going down further than most of my fwb could he sudenly forces himself down even further taking 9 inches inside of him making me cum . "Good little guy now clean these nuts." Steve pov Its like my body moved on his own i just started sucking him off better than i ever did during my swinging years. When he cums i pull of to avoid drowning im cum. As im recovering he lifts up his balls ordering me to clean them. I dive into the massive nuts licking them and breath in his overwelming musk cumming in my pants from the smell. "Good job DAD" he says in a taunting voice before picking me up and saying" i think its time for us to turn in" walking into my room and tossing me onto the bed before joining me wrapping his thick arms around me. A new side of me feels happy about being held like this but I feal a sense of dread building in my stomach as i realize 2 things if he asks i dont think ill be able to lie to him and that this is only day 1
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  15. Chapter 2 Steve pov I get up around 8 am with a slight hangover. knowing the runt he is still out cold and eric is always leaves before i get up so i grab the case opening it theres a lot of small syringes filled with dark purple liquid and some instructions. "Up to 3 syringes per dose depending on body weight and results wanted Injections must be into the testicales for the first dose for the body to not reject it. it numbs the injection area almost instantly" I almost feel bad for him for a second regardless of pain its still multiple injections to the balls but theres no stopping now i continue reading "Small Results should be noticable within hours of injection" After that it was just some extra medical stuff that didnt apply to the runt then finnaly a note from jim himself "I probaly shouldnt say this but for a guys raymonds size u can go above 3 but no more than 5" Odd that kind of goes against the instructions but whatever im pretty sure he woudnt try to kill my kid I find him out cold in his bed "sorry raymond this is gonna sting" i mutter under my breath As i pull the blanket off of him revaling his pugdy stomach and throbbing morning wood.atleast he wasnt a disapointment there just slightly smaller than i am. I quickly inject all 5 of the syringes as quickly as i can. He only reacts to the first grunting but not waking up (thank god) once im done i leave without a trace. 3 hours go by and i hear him moaning in his sleep so i check in on him. As i walk into his room i notice his belly is gone his muscles havent grown yet but hes lost about 30 pounds already and his dick is clearly a bit bigger probaly 9 inches but his balls have swelled to the size of oranges. He starts thrusting his hips and i grin its already working Raymonds pov I remeber having a dream where im towering over everyone my dick atleast a footlong i start fucking eric him bouncing on my cock as i swell bigger but suddenly its my dad and i wake up cumming harder than i ever did before. Once i come to my sences i realize 2 things dad saw what just happend and that im alot more skinny than i was when i fell asleep. I quickley roll out of bed coverd in sweat and cum i quickly grab some clothes before running the bathroom. I look at myself in the mirror my cock is still raring to go and i realize that my junk is bigger than it was last night. I also smell like a locker room so i hop into the shower deciding to ignore my dick for now. I start washing the grime off of me and get most of it cleaned off but i feel my balls swell before my entire body starts tensing and relaxing over and over as i see muscles slowly forming under my skin. by the time it stops the waters cold but its not doing anything to kill my erection i turn the water off and stare at myself in the mirror it looks like i gained back 10 pounds but this time its solid muscle. I start jacking off to my reflection flexing im so lost in self worship that it takes me awhile to notice my cock has grown again its gotta be atleast 10 inches which makes me cum coating the mirror with a thick layer of cum moaning as my voice drops a few octives.once im done cumming my dick is still ready to go somehow Whats happening to me.
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  16. Hello all, I had to step away and delete my account. I had something that I needed to focus on for a while and I needed to block out distractions but I am back for now! Chapter 8 Mark gently woke up as Brett's room began to brighten from the rising morning sun. He shifted around for a while to allow himself to wake up and slowly sat up from his position next to Brett. The king bed was barely enough to fit the both of their hard, muscular bodies. Mark pulled the covers off revealing his nearly flawless body. He flexed his arms separately, lightly grunting, seeing how big and hard his biceps and triceps had become. Mark tried to get out of the bed without creating too much commotion, but failed to do so as Brett began to toss around in the bed. Mark noticed how much room he needed and it was surprising how truly massive he had become. Mark was certain no other man was as big as he was, not nearly as ripped and hard. Brett gave out a slight groggy sigh as he began to wake from his sleep. Brett saw a naked Mark standing up next to the bed. Brett's ass was slightly sore from the delightful punishment it received last night. It felt so good as a slight pain irradiated deep inside of his glutes. Not to mention he had a lingering sense of euphoria left over from taking a few too many doses of the growth pills. "Morning, handsome," Mark said to Brett with a teethy smile. "Good morning," Brett replied softly as his brain was trying to catch up. His voice was notably deeper than it had been just yesterday, as he felt the vibrations throughout his thick torso. "Brett, I'm going to go to the store. I think we all need some new clothes to wear for the rest of our trip. We may have gotten a little carried away last night. Hopefully I can find something that could possibly fit me in my bag." "Hey dude, just take my old clothes. I clearly won't be in need of them ever again. They'd probably suit you just fine, stud," said Brett as he pointed to his luggage. "Thanks man, at least that's a little extra I won't have to worry about while I'm out." Mark began to rummage through Brett's clothing to find something to wear. He grabbed a black collared shirt, with a pair of gray shorts, with a red pair of briefs. Mark wasn't sure how it would all fit on him with the considerable size difference but he didn't mind. "Alright, well I'm going to get ready and I will be back soon enough with something for my big, strong man to wear." said Mark as he walked out of the room to the bathroom. [...] Meanwhile, Zach had been upstairs, out of bed, and in front of the mirror for quite a while. Zach had always been a little toned and had a good shape but he lacked the definition that he very clearly had right now. He amateurishly flexed in the mirror, as he was still getting used to controlling his muscles. Zach was absolutely infatuated with his new body and had been exploring every little sinew on his muscles. He took pictures of his back in the mirror to see his new found definition and his slightly furry body. He would have killed to sleep with someone that had his body in college. Zach's 200lbs of muscle sat handsomely on his frame. He had nice round lumps along his arms. Strong and stout forearms that bulged with veins. A wider back with a nice taper to his waist. A strong set of square pecs sitting atop a defined set of 6 pack abs. Nothing inhuman but still really great physical shape for a man. He could tell his dick had grown an inch or two. He remembered reading on the bottle that the pills might have differing affects between individuals and even sessions. Zach was just so happy his dad had been kind enough to gift him this perfect body. He remembered when his dad looked just like he did. This was when he dad really started to take his fitness to a whole new level. He talked about working out often and spent a lot more time in the mirror before. His dad started to find more reasons to show off his muscles when possible. He starting wearing cut off shirts to casual outings. His dad started wearing shorts with hems that were progressively getting shorter to show off his thick quads. Not to mention his dad's clothes started to get really tight and he was not replacing them for larger sizes. Zach loved that his dad had clearly gotten much more confident the more muscle he packed on. Zach thought back to his dad and Brett's cocky attitude with the life guard yesterday. No way his dad would have ever done something like that before Zach went to college. Zach felt a little embarrassed being left out of the hot life guards attention - it was clear what he wanted. Zach knew something like that would've happened bringing two large meat heads to the beach with him. But he had to admit that the lack of attention he was used to at college was more than a little disappointing. Who wants their dad to get more sexual attention than themselves? Now Zach was going to be able to share in the same confidence his dad had developed. Zach wanted to see if that sexy life guard would have anything to do with him today. By his estimates he was slightly more muscular than him now. Zach knew to take a couple of the pills to spice up the fun too. He grabbed his phone to text his dad he'd be going to the beach by himself. He then began to slip on a pair of his bathing suit. His red trunks fit perfectly around his waist but it certainly felt different in other places. They rode up ever so slightly due to his leg muscles, and his bulge felt much more pronounced. Overall, it felt so perfect on his muscle-otter body. He checked himself out a little more in the mirror and eventually tore himself away from it to walk downstairs. His dad was in the shower and he guessed Brett hadn't gotten out of bed yet. Zach slipped on his sandals and gathered his beach supplies (as well as his medicine tucked away in his bag). Zach walked a short while to the beach access and trudged to the sand. He could already notice extra attention that he hadn't been getting the past few days. People women and men alike started doing a double-take as they walked near Zach. People were drawn to Zach for a variety of reasons. His tight, young body. His striking blue eyes. His short blonde hair that always looked styled. His strikingly handsome, square jaw that he had inherited from his dad. His noticeably fat bulge in his pants. Damn, it felt amazing to know that so many people were turned on and green with envy at the sight of his body. Zach understood why his dad and Brett had gotten such a confidence boost by packing on some muscle and why he wanted to show it off when possible. Zach knew he'd always been handsome but his new body had taken him to a new level. Zach eventually reached the mouth of the beach access as the view started to open up. The bright sun sitting only slightly above the water. People had set up their umbrellas and beach towels for the day. He finally spotted the life guard tower, as he began to walk over to it. Zach was excited to see if the same sexy life guard was out here again. Zach knew he introduced himself yesterday... "What was his name? Ah, yes, Aaron!" Zach remembered. Eventually, Zach stopped in front of the life guard tower and set his stuff down, laying out his beach towel slightly angled so that he could get a little bit of vision of the tower. It was his lucky day, as he could see the same dude standing on the tower with his sunglasses on, orange float in hand. Zach could already see that Aaron was already giving him glances, pretending to look away when Zach turned his head towards him. It was working. Zach kept giving him glances intentionally to see if they could lock eyes. After about 10 painstaking minutes of trying to get Aaron's attention they finally locked eyes. Aaron smiled sheepishly at him while Zach returned the gesture. Eventually, Zach just walked up onto the tower to talk with him. Zach knew that Aaron liked what he saw. "Hey there, how are you doing today! ?" exclaimed Zach in a friendly tone. Zach got to get a better look at Aaron today. He was super handsome and in his early 20s. His torso was well developed. He had all the good shape but his muscles did not have so much definition. He had a slightly layer of fat obscuring his abs, and given his arms and chest a slightly bulkier look. "Doing well, what brings you up here, sir?" "Nothing much, man. Just wanted to say your looking big, it's clear you've got a lot of work put into that body." Zach said firmly, keeping eye contact with him. Aaron began to blush as his dick began to tent up looking at the handsome man before him, "Well, thanks. That means a lot coming from someone like you. You've got some really good development all over, bro." Zach retorted, "No problem! By the way, my name is Zach it's nice to meet you." It was very clear that Aaron did not remember Zach whatsoever from yesterday as he replied, "Nice to meet you, my name is Aaron," as he reached out to shake Zach's hand. Zach obliged him and gripped his hand firmly, his forearms flexing and rippling. Aaron took notice of this as he looked down watching Zach's chest muscles move around and biceps bulge. Aaron eventually lost track of time and continued to shaking. Zach took notice of this as he smiled. "Like what you see there, Aaron?" Aaron snapped back at reality realizing he'd been staring at Zach's body for a while. "Uh, yeah. I mean, sorry. I was just thinking about something." "It's okay. I know that it's distracting having all these muscle in front of you," said Zach as he shot up in arms in a double bicep pose. Zach honestly couldn't believe he was doing this right now. Only yesterday he could only dream of having this much confidence. He loved what the muscle was doing to him. Aaron was speechless as his dick began to spring up in his navy blue trunks. Zach's dick likewise was getting hard in his own tight suit. "Go on feel them, I know you want to." Zach said slyly. Aaron fumblingly replied, "yeah, that'd be great. Why don't we head into the interior of the tower for a little bit..." [...] Mark dried himself off with a towel and walked to his bedroom to change into his borrowed clothes. He slipped his legs into Brett's briefs and shorts. They were form fitting but weren't too tight and the red briefs squeezed both Mark's bulge and muscular ass cheeks firmly. He then slipped on the shirt over his body and the fit was more snug. It was tapered well for someone with a large chest and narrow waist and it hugged his body in all the right ways but Mark couldn't quite button any of the buttons. His chest spread out the fabric too much as there were clear and visible stretch lines between Mark's behemoth pecs. It was very clear underneath all of that material was a body like no other on a middle-aged man. It turned Mark on to know that clothes that would have fit Brett perfectly days ago now had to be stretched to barely fit his new muscles. Mark looked up a place on his phone to find tall and large store. He noticed that Zach sent him a text saying he'd be at the beach by himself. He texted back "great, off to get some new clothes for us." Thankfully there was just the store he needed within a 10 minutes drive. He grabbed the car keys and swiftly left to go find some appropriate clothes for the remainder of the journey. [...] Brett heard Mark slam the door as he left. He decided to go ahead and get up for the door. He finally began to feel alert. Brett wallowed out of bed and stood up. He couldn't believe how amazing he felt. All 450 pounds of huge, solid muscle. Brett knew he had ascended into levels of development that no other men had achieved (other than maybe some other individuals who got ahold of the same expiremental drug). Brett walked to the bathroom. He could hear a loud thud every time his leg was planted on to the ground. He had to turn sideways to enter and exit doors because his back was far too large. He stood at the mirror and looked at his herculean body. He had spent so many night jacking off to the thought of getting absolutely swollen with hard, freaky, roided muscle. Even this was beyond his wildest fantasies. He looked into the mirror and began flexing his huge arms. They were so big that he had a hard time reaching his own face with his hands. His biceps were simply too monstrous, while his triceps gave his arms an insane volume. His arms were easily over 30 inches. Brett could imagine busting through sleeve after sleeve after sleeve. Brett began kissing and licking his rock hard arms. He could easily pry just about anything open with these mighty pythons. He spent just 15 minutes constantly admiring just his arms and there was so much about his body to explore. In that moment he began thinking of his little bitch of a dad. Truthfully, his dad is what made him become obsessed with muscles to begin with. Growing up his dad worked out religiously and had a sexy, toned body. To Brett his dad was the pinnacle of masculinity. Brett attempted to follow in his dad's footsteps. He started working out in high school and joined the wrestling team to allow him access to grow his muscles. Nothing Brett did was enough for his dad. Brett was always one upped by his father at every turn. On top of it all Brett was caught by his father looking at gay muscle videos and magazines. Brett's father ensured that Brett felt like a lesser man everyday. Only if Brett's dad could see him now. An absolute fucking beast. Last time he saw his dad a couple years ago he was still large, even in his 50s. But now there would be no dispute as to who would be bigger. He imagined himself standing over his father's weak, puny body. At no point in his dad's life was he even close to being this fucking huge. It turned him on so much to think about his dad licking his massive muscles being held in a vice grip by Brett's massive python arms. Brett began to grab his dick thinking about making a bitch out of his father. Brett knew he deserved to be worshipped as the absolutely powerful man that he was...
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  17. Beyond a Man Chapter III The gym was in a separate wing of the facility, a massive space, bursting with equipment and machines perfect for building the perfect body. Hudson charged in, slamming the double doors wide open with ease, his arms rippling with alpha power. The first thing that hit him was the smell. It was as if an orgy of a hundred men had just happened here, filling the room with their pubescent spunk, pulsing with hormones and musk. Hudson took a deep breath and felt his body tense. "Mmph… muscle sweat. Delicious". He licked his lips hungrily. Next he heard the loud grunting coming from a corner of the gym. It was so dominant and commanding, and it could have only been made by a beast of a man. Alex. Hudson rounded the corner and saw him in his tight, sexy jock, his body covered in a shiny layer of man sweat. Hudson longed to lick it all up, and to bury his face into Alex's nasty pits and inhale all his pheromones. Alex was lifting massive weights, burning bicep curls and watching the veiny muscle pump even bigger, obviously enjoying it as shown by his apparent hard-on. That thing looked like it was going to burst. He looked up. "Hudson- ngh! You're finally here… FUCK! ONE MORE! ARGHH!!" He moaned through one more curl and sat up, smirking. He flexed his arm less than discreetly. "Just got done with my training. Fuck, what a pump!". He brought his arms into a double bicep, Hudson watched as the veiny muscle bunched up into a solid hard rock on his arm. Under, Hudson eyed his hairy pits, dripping with sweat. "Time for your test kid. Show me what I turned you into." Fuck, what a turn on. Hudson was going to show him alright- show him what a beast he was turned into. He grabbed the heaviest weights he could find and sat down on the bench and started curling. Instantly, his arm exploded with size, veins pumping to full size and snaking across his arm. Fuck, that burn felt so good. "Yeah! More!" Hudson cried out "becoming a fucking... ALPHA!" his voiced dropped to a manly growl. He was pumping out rep after rep, all the time Alex watching him intently with an obvious tent in his jock. "Enough. Shoulders next". Alex brought him over to the shoulder press and added massive weights on. "Let's grow those puppies. I know you want to be wider", he said with a grin. Hudson sat down and started to pump. His shoulders groaned with the exertion, becoming more boulder-like with every press. Fuck, he was huge. Such a jock now. "Grow me... GROW ME! Look what I've become. Need more... bigger... BIGGER!!" He looked down after the set and noticed his raging hard-on. His hand grazed the tip and he winced. Fuck, it was so sensitive. Need to get off soon… who knows what this monster could do in the meantime. His workout continued as he worked on his chest and abs, thighs and glutes, pumping each to the max and revelling in the pleasure it gave him. Looking in the mirror and giving a full body flex, his back and lats exploding with mass as he lifted his arms up and behind his head, spreading his musk around the room. As he sat back down on the bench press and started another chest set, he felt a hand on his pouch. He sat up to see Alex standing over him, his hand on his own jock, tugging at the seam, smirking his signature sinister smirk. "You've done well. That almost concludes your test. I think it's time for a protein shake, don't you think? Come meet me in the locker room." And with that, he left. Hudson got up and wiped off his face. Alex wanted to see him in the locker room? Oh, Hudson was waiting for this. His cock throbbed, imagining… When Hudson entered the dimly lit locker room, it was a ghost town. He wound through the maze of metal doors, looking for a sign of Alex. His muscles pumped in anticipation. Suddenly, he was pinned against a locker by a ripped veiny arm. It was Alex, with his sexy smirk on, trapping Hudson under his hulking forearm. "Ready for some post-workout? Protein's the best source for- NGH! Growth…", he said in his husky, seductive voice as he flexed his free hand and bounced his pecs. Hudson was instantly hard as Alex grabbed him by the hair and shoved his face under his arm, deep within his pits. Hudson was forced to inhale all of his scent, which only grew stronger by the second. His cock throbbed with the knowledge of what was to come. "Mhmm..." "Yeahh boy… smell my ultimate alpha scent! I know you want this. Ever since I turned you into a muscle slut of a soldier you've lusted after my body. Well, news flash. The serum does this to EVERYONE!". Alex growled the last word as he pushed Hudson's head deeper into his sweaty man-pits before ripping it out and hauling him over his bulking shoulder. Alex threw Hudson onto a changing bench and started to rub his jock. "Ready for a real protein shake?". Hudson nodded. "Yes" "Yes WHAT?" "Yes SIR!" Alex grinned with approval as he ripped out his throbbing length, hardened to its full 20 inches. A true god pole, covered with a map of veins. He slapped his length against Hudson's face, smearing a bit of precum across his chiselled jaw. "Suck it. Now." Hudson obeyed, opening his mouth to encompass Alex's huge tool. It filled him completely, bulging down his troat. Hudson couldn't even gag- it tasted sublime. He sucked with vigour, making sure Alex felt good. Alex flexed his body, lifting his arms up to a double bi."Fuck… that feels so good. Keep going. So horny… gonna fill you up so good". Even his nipples were erect. Hudson wanted to touch them. He reached up to grab them when Alex smacked his hand away. "Not yet, little boy. You're not quite big enough to top me." Alex laughed as he tweased his nips, just to tease Hudson. They seemed to grow with each tease, throbbing bigger and more defined. "Ngh! Arg, I'm so sensitive. Yea keep sucking my alpha cock." Hudson's cock was now full hard as well, curling out of his jock and out in the open. Alex kicked it with his foot playfully. Hudson moaned and contracted his throat, tightening the grip on Alex's monster cock. He moaned. "Fuck! So tight! Gonna… cum… soon…". Alex grabbed some weights from under the bench and started to pump. "Yeah… gonna pump my cum full of extra protein for our newest recruit. Welcome to manhood, boy." He growled between each rep, making his biceps burst with hulking power. Hudson felt Alex's cock throb even bigger. He was close. Suddenly, he grabbed the back of Hudson's hair in his fist and started to face fuck him with enough power to shatter granite. "Mmpf!" Hudson choked. "Take it! Alpha! Cock! Bitch! Making me so fucking built! Yargh!!!" Alex moaned, pumping his cock with boundless strength. "Cumming… cumming! Gonna fill you up with my muscle cum!" Hudson felt his cock contract a final time as if started to spew its immense load down his throat. It was rich and powerful and appeared to be never ending. His own cock spewed a load all over Alex's muscled thighs, dripping down onto a pool on the floor. Alex's cum was salty… and delicious. Hudson allowed it to fill him. "Fuckkk…. More… cum… cumming!" Alex moaned as he fucked another load down his throat. "Ngh… so good…". Alex slowly slipped his softening cock out from his new fuckhole. "Swallow", he ordered. Hudson happily gulped down the protein cum, feeling his muscles throb as they fed on their post-workout. Alex bent down and wiped some cum off his thighs, licking a bit off his finger. "Delicious. Test, passed", he commented, before rubbing the remaining on Hudson's pecs. "Well that's all for today, stud. See you tomorrow." Alex left with a wink, his alpha scent still clinging to the room. Hudson groaned as he sat upright on the bench. He was just about to leave when the growth began. "Ngh.. fuck! What's happening to me?" To be continued in Chapter IV
    8 points
  18. Chapter 8 This chapter happens mostly during tylers shift Ray and ryan get home and ray feels another spurt hit him as he sits down. "What i just came why" he feels balls swell larger and more virle he grabs ryan and forces him to suck his growing cock "time for another meal runt" he chuckles looking into ryans horny eyes knowing ryan loves this. Ryan coudnt be happier his big bros cock down his throat breathing nothing but his potent musk as ray grows bigger . Ray starts flexing for his little bro as he grows bigger his muscles throbbing bigger with each flex as he hits 9 feet tall. As the growth spurt ends the lust dosnt he cums in ryans mouth but his balls still feel full "you ready for round two" ray says desperate to cum again. Ryan can actully hear rays gaint balls prodcing even more cum "of course big guy anything for you" he grins looking right into rays eyes "fuck me till i pass out big bro" Ray lubes ryan up with his pre before he whispers in ryans ear"you ready to be my fleshlight little bro" ryan moans as ray forces him on his cock "you sure about this" ray says horny as he is he dosnt want to hurt ryan "yes use me bro" ryan says. Ray grabs ryan and slides him up and down his dick slowly at first making sure he can take it before he starts slamming his brother up and down ryan cums as the speed increases but ray keeps going moaning as he feels his masive balls pull up filling his brother for the second time that day but keeps going for hours when ryan passes out ray finnaly stops just barley saited for now he carfully sets his brother in his bed. Ray checks the time "fuck i need to get ready for tyler" ray cleans up the place the best he can but his massive body makes things difficult by the time hes done the doorbell rings. Tyler is waiting outside the extra clothes he had in his car barley contaning his improved body the door opens and all he can see is rays massive cock goes from 1 foot soft to 2 and a half feet long at the site of him cuasing tylers cock to burst out of his pants "damn you grew again stud"
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  19. Chapter 16 Half an hour after I left Gabriel and Douglas to do their thing, there was a knock on my door. I got up, only in a white t-shirt, boxers, and socks, and opened it to find Douglas, shirtless. He looked down at me wolfishly, but I had trouble meeting his gaze because I was enamored by his torso. His pecs were thick and luscious, striated perfection, coated in the faintest blanket of hair. He had tattoos of indeterminable filigrees adorning his chest and shoulders; his shirt had been completely covering them. They mesmerized me, their red loops and violet curves highlighting his muscles and inviting my touch. His abs were crisp and focused. Eight intense bricks that highlighted how strong and powerful he was. I’d never seen an 8-pack in real life, and watching it undulate in and out as he breathed heavily, I never wanted to see anything else. “What do you say, Auggie?” Douglas said. “Would you like a goodnight kiss? Or something more?” He raised his eyebrows up suggestively. My baser instincts would have me throw myself at this Adonis and ride him like a bucking bronco. But something wasn’t adding up. “Your date was with Gabriel, not me.” “Please,” Douglas said, stretching out the “ee” sound. “My date was with both of you. How hard did I hint at a threesome before I learned about Gabriel’s virginity?” I looked back on everything Douglas had said that night. Gabriel and I are part and parcel. The peck on my cheek. He’d missed both of us. His coming out story. It’s all of us or none of us. Yeah, he’d definitely been angling for a threesome, and I was too busy worrying for Gabriel to notice. “You’re into Gabriel, not me.” “Gabriel’s hot, yes. But you’re adorably fuckable. You’ve got a mouth on you that could suck a man dry.” His brows lowered, his eyes narrowed, and his nostrils flared. I’d never seen sexual arousal quite so blatant. Then he grunted at me, just as he’d grunted at Gabriel. Dammit. Dammit. He was fucking irresistible. Dammit. And yet, out loud I said, “It would be betraying Gabriel.” “Considering your arrangement, I thought you’d say that.” He produced a note from his back pocket. It read: “Auggie has my blessing to do any romantic or sexual act with Douglas that they both agree to.” It was in Gabriel’s handwriting and had his signature. “I came with a permission slip,” Douglas said. “Why would he…?” “He tried. He really tried,” Douglas answered before I even finished my question. “And I tried. I did some of my best work. I used my best moves. But he’s ace. He just came out to me. It fucking sucks, but it’s not like he led me on or anything. Doesn’t mean you and me can’t still have fun.” I walked past Douglas, saying, “Wait here. I have to check on Gabriel.” When I got to Gabriel’s room, I knocked and went in without waiting for his answer. He was shirtless, and I could see all the extra mass he was carrying, and his cut abs, and the stubble already starting to peek its way to the surface of his chest. But all of that could wait. “Auggie? I thought you’d be with Douglas.” “Are you okay?” I asked. “I’m ace,” he said. “Then what was tonight?” I asked, sitting on his bed. “You were flirting with him, right?” “I think so? I’ve never done it before,” he sat on his bed next to me. “When I talked about my thing,” he pointed to his bulging crotch, “in such detail, with such ease and such relief and no trace of embarrassment, I was convinced that that was proof. Then, we complimented each other’s bodies over and over again, and I was completely okay with it. The only logical deduction was that I wanted to be sexual with Douglas. I mean, there were finally enough data points. Statistically speaking, the Law of Large Numbers and all that. Turns out, I just wanted to complain about my dick.” He pointed again to his thick log, visible through his short. “I fucking hate this thing, Auggie.” That’s what was going on in his head? He was working up a statistical model? I explained to him, “Just as a future heads up, when you’re into a guy, logic seldom factors into it. If you’re invoking the Law of Large Numbers, what you’re feeling isn’t lust.” “Good to know.” “Since you weren’t feeling anything, how did you flirt so convincingly?” Gabriel gave a half-shrug. “I just repeated things guys had said to me. I didn’t repeat any of the things women had said to me in case this was a gendered thing.” He shrugged again. “I didn’t mean a fucking word I was saying, Auggie. I just thought that if I said those things, I’d feel those things. Like priming a well.” He shrugged a third time. “My well’s dry. Or I don’t even have a fucking well. Whichever metaphor works better.” “But you kissed him.” “I kissed Bridget too,” he reminded me. “It’s that gendered thing I was telling you about. Everyone expects me to be the aggressor ‘cause I’m the big man. I’d been waiting for him to kiss me for nearly an hour, just like I did with Bridget. When he still hadn’t kissed me and we were back in the parking lot, I realized he never would, so I took matters into my own hands.” “But you asked him to kiss you again.” “It was confusing,” Gabriel said contemplatively. “With Bridget, I immediately knew something was off. Like a donkey kicking my stomach. With Douglas, I thought, ‘Yeah, I guess I can do this. This isn’t terrible. And he seems to really like it.’” My eyes widened in disbelief. “You didn’t enjoy the kiss? You looked like two horny rabbits going at it.” “Meh.” He thought about it. “I could take it or leave it. I was singing “John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt” in my head to keep myself amused.” “But you were full on making out,” I said, confused. “Yeah, I guess we were. Made breathing a challenge. Is it normal for a guy to stick his tongue in your mouth? Is that a thing gay guys do?” “It’s not a gay thing, Gabriel. It’s an allo thing. It’s called a French kiss.” “That’s what a French kiss is?” He looked amused. “I just thought it was a slang-y way of saying ‘passionate’ kiss. ‘Cause, you know, the French are stereotypically passionate.” “And you didn’t like that either?” Gabriel looked to the side, thinking deeply about the experience. “It was noteworthy and memorable. The beard was better than the tongue, and I guess I could do that again if I needed to.” “That’s a no.” “That’s a no?” “That’s a no.” Gabriel nodded, a little sadly. “Then we come back to my room, and he takes off his shirt, and I look at his chest, ‘cause I’m supposed to. And I’m checking to see if it’ll get me ready. So, I’m like focused on it. And he flexes a little, and rather than turned on,” he said this part quietly like he was sharing a shameful secret, “I was just glad that my chest was bigger.” He retuned to his normal volume. “Then he took off my shirt. He ripped my shirt, Auggie. And I’m running out of shirts that fit. Then he kissed me all over. All over. I think he licked my belly button. That was unpleasant.” “You could’ve told him to stop,” I reminded him. “I was doing an experiment. I kept expecting at any moment I’d get an erection or feel something, but I just felt weird. Then, he gets up to take off his pants, and, well, I’m looking at his penis. Staring it head on. And it was hard and wiggling, like one of those cheap plastic snake toys where you pinch the end and the snake moves back and forth. I’d never seen one from that point of view. I’d also never seen an uncircumcised one. Because, you know, I’d only ever seen my penis.” I didn’t feel the need to remind him he’d seen mine once. But he’d been drunk then. Maybe he didn’t remember. “So, that was… neat. But I knew I didn’t want to touch it or put it in my mouth, or anything like that. That was a definite no.” “Is that when you told him to stop?” “I probably should have, but, again, I was on a mission to get an erection, and I was nowhere near aroused. So, I let him come back over. And he pulled down my leggings, and he pulled down my boxers, and he was very happy about what he saw. He grinned from ear to ear.” After a pause, he finished his thought in a mildly disgusted tone of voice. “Then, he sniffed my balls, Auggie. Is that a thing?” I nodded. “That is most definitely a thing.” “Okay, that’s fucked up. Balls smell like… well, balls!” “Some of us like the smell.” “I’ll just trust you.” Gabriel shook his head like it was an Etch-a-Sketch and he was trying to delete that new, unwanted info. “When Douglas went to kiss my penis, I stopped him. By that point, my insides were turning in knots, and if he actually kissed it, I might have vomited on him.” “Then you fessed up.” “Yep. All thing considered, he was very compassionate and conscientious.” “Well, he still had me as backup.” Gabriel made a face of recognition and understanding. “That’s why he had me write that note.” I nodded. “Thank you for checking in on me, but I’m just relieved the night’s over, and I can go to bed, fully assured that if I were a poker hand, I’d be four aces, king high. The erection was a fluke because of the drug trial.” “If that’s the case,” I said, “you’re likely to have more. You have, what, 15 weeks left? 16?” “14. And thanks for the warning. Now, go back to your room and have fun with Douglas. If his erection’s flagging, just let him get all hepped up on your ball stank, or whatever you gay guys do.” I left Gabriel in his room and returned to Douglas. He was on my bed, naked, fully erect, and playing with his right nipple. “I trust Gabriel gave you the green light.” “He did, but I’m not having sex with you, Douglas.” He sat up quickly. “Why? Jealous I paid more attention to Gabriel? I’d always intended on fucking both of you. Gabriel just needed more defrosting. You were already hot enough to eat.” I felt a little weak in the knees. Fuck, that line worked on me? I said, “It’s not that. It’s just, I have a personal rule right now that I can’t date men who remind me of Gabriel. He’s going through some incredibly fucking hot changes, and it’s too confusing for me to be with anyone too similar to him.” “How am I like Gabriel?” “Please,” I laughed. “Similar interests, similar smiles, similar physiques. You’re Gabriel with blond hair and a tan. You’re the Malibu Ken version of Gabriel.” Douglas leaned forward and reached the foot of the bed. “Surface-level similarities, Auggie.” There was an unctuous enticement to his voice. “Gabriel’s a goody-two-shoes. It’s part of his appeal. I’m a bit more rock and roll than that.” “Because you have tattoos?” “Because I have a drop of the rebel in me,” Douglas corrected. “Not enough to be a bad boy or a heartbreaker, but enough to be the ride of your life. Gabriel builds up his body as an end goal in itself. I build mine up to enjoy every last inch of it.” As he said that, he slid his hand from his chest, down his abs, and up to the tip of his cock. “Gabriel takes your lead, happy to follow. I’ll have you obey my every command, and thank me for the privilege. I party. I drink. And most importantly, I fuck. How am I anything like Gabriel?” I was tenting my boxers. “I suppose you’re not.” “So, then, get over here and suck my cock like I know you want to. And if you’re a very good boy, I’ll return the favor.”
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  20. Chapter 10: Brett was clutching his massive, veiny cock that had been growing along with his body. He admittedly had a problem reaching his cock with his hand. His huge bicep and wide back made the distance much longer than before. He decided to look up into the mirror. He couldn't hardly recognize the big muscular beast in front of him. His pecs had ballooned to sizes he'd never seen. They had become round and mountainous from the continued growth. They also began to push up into his neck and chin as they had few other avenues of growth. Surprisingly, there was not an inch of fat on his chest. His muscles perked up and didn't sag as they stood in full attention. His neck and traps had essentially grown into one large bridge of muscles as they towered atop of his delts that resembled cannonballs. They were only surpassed by his biceps as his arms were nearing 30". Nearly any movement in his arms caused them to flex. Likewise his forearms had swelled up to an impossible size. They bulged with thick veins. Brett particular enjoyed how absolutely manly they made him look and feel as grabbed them with the massive palms of his hands. His torso had been completely taken up by his god-like abs. There were now 10 visible abs, each being perfectly developed. Caverns etched them into his comparatively small midsection with veins running all over them. All of them perfectly incased by a powerful bulky pair of oblique muscles that gave Brett a handsome Adonis belt. As his torso slowly widdled into his tiny waist, which then exploded into huge quads that, individually, were bigger than many men's waists. They forced his calves and large, veiny feet apart from each other. On top of them stood his big dick and massive balls that flooded his body with seemingly endless amounts of testosterone. Brett began to flex his back. He desperately wanted to see his back but knew his traps would be too large to allow for that but it felt so amazing. He could feel all the small muscles in his back battling for space with one another, as he watched his lats flare out. Brett could also notice that he had began to get a little taller. He had easily grown to about 6'0. He supposed his body needed to grow to support all of his muscle mass. Brett was in love with his muscles. He knew that his number one fitness goal: to prove his father wrong by getting bigger and bigger. Now that Brett had finally reached a point where he knew his dad had never been in his own physicality. It was finally cathartic to know his dad couldn't deny how much of a god his son was. [...] Brett closed his eyes as he felt his muscles straining and moving. He began to think about knocking on his childhood home and seeing his dad open the door. From what Brett remembered, his dad was still in phenomenal shape even during his 50s with a full head of hair. There was no denying his dad was an absolute stud, but now Brett was the monster of the two. Brett imagined his dad shirtless wearing only his briefs - massive arms crossed, pecs bulging, abs slightly visible through a slight layer of fat from a bit of aging. Brett wearing a stringer that left little to the imagination and loose fitting gym shorts. "Hey Brett... I didn't expect to see you here..." Brett's dad said cautiously, seemingly startled by his son's physique. "Yeah, dad. I need to sit down and tell you something I've needed to say for a long time." Brett imagined saying, confidently, not breaking eye contact. "Uhhhh, sure, I guess. Your mom's out with some friends at the moment, wanna wait until she gets here." Brett's dad said motioning him into the kitchen table. "Nope, that should be perfect. I only need to speak with you, " as Brett walked in, sitting down at the kitchen table. "It seems like you've put on a good bit of weight and your voice sounds much deeper. Last time I saw you, you were quite a bit smaller than me" Brett could sense his father's apprehension in the situation. He knew he wasn't the head of the house anymore since Brett stepped in. "Yeah, I have put on a little muscle haven't I," Brent said smiling sinisterly, "now come sit down with me, dad." Brett's dad slowly sat next to his son at the table. Brett's dad's muscles bulging as he sat in the chair. Brett took his stringer off to reveal his entire upper body to his dad, throwing it across the room. "Excuse me, dad. Just trying to make myself comfortable here." "Yeah, uh, no problem, son..." This was quite a change of tone since the last time Brett saw his dad. Last time Brett saw his dad several years ago he was younger, bulkier, and much bigger than Brett. Remembering that last time they were together his dad kept bringing up Brett's sexuality - calling him a queer and a faggot. Not to mention he kept comparing his own size to his comparatively diminutive son. But now the tables had flipped. "Last time I was here, I remember your temperament was quite different, dad. What's changed?" Brett's dad sensing the antagonistic tone of Brett's quest retorted attempting to make a point, "Uh, oh nothing. I don't think anything has changed. Maybe just a little bit more disappointed in my queer little son." Brett wasn't fooled he could see that his dad was clearly losing control of the situation. "Yeah, I am a little queer aren't I? So what, you know you can't be as big of a man as me. I think it's time that you acknowledge that." Brett replied calmly and confidently. Brett began to bounce and flex his pecs. He knew his dad's favorite muscle was his pecs. His dad began to sink back into his chair, as his mouth went dry. "Emmmm, yeah. Look at these pecs." Brett said sensuously and he peered down to look at them, as Brett began to scoot his chair closer and closer to his dad's. Brett's dad looked down at his own chest. He knew his chest was big but it was nowhere near there development of Brett's chest. "Uh, son. I am not sure what you're trying to do here." Brett's dad said nervously. Brett looked up at his dad and reached out to put a hand on his chest. "It's okay, dad. I know you love this chest of yours, you always have. I can remember all those days that you obsessively worked out your pecs. You take pride in your big chest. I can't lie, even now it feels absolutely fucking amazing. But I know your want what I have. You want to grow to be as big as me. Don't you dad?" His dad was left absolutely speechless and green with envy. Brett began to stand up, towering over his mature bodybuilding father. He began shoot a double bicep pose as his dad looked up at all 450 pounds of his ripped, lean muscle son. "Truth is, it feels great to be this fucking powerful. What makes it even better is I know you want all of this for yourself. But you can't. You're not MAN enough to be like me, quite frankly. In more ways than one. It's quite shameful I've had to get this big to get you to respect me," said Brett as he began to get carried away. His dad slowly stood up as well, looking into his son's handsome and serious eyes. He slowly began to lift his hand up to his son's chest. Brett quickly grabbed his hand and placed it onto his chest. "Yes, daddy. Worship your powerful sons massive muscles. Tell me how bad you want to have my muscles." His dad hesitantly and quietly replied, "oh god, how did you get so fucking big, son. I can't tell you how bad I've wanted a chest like yours." Brett grabbed his dad's head and forced his mouth onto his nipples, "lick them real good, explore as much as you want." A wave of pleasure came over Brett as his dad was methodically licking his sons pecs, exploring them with his tongue. Brett began to rub his hands up and down his dad's decently muscled torso saying, "you feel so small in my big, muscular arms. I can't believe I actually wanted to be your size at one time." Brett's dad was lost in the absurdity of his son's powerful physique. "Please let me see those big arms, son," Brett's dad begged of him, desperate to see more of his son's manly body. "Sure, now flex yours and we'll compare." Brett and his dad both flexed their muscles. Brett's dads arms were absolutely massive, especially for a man his age - nearly 19 inches. At the same time his arms looked laughably small compared to his son's bowling-balls-for-biceps. "FUCK. Look at the difference" shouted Brett. He looked down and saw his dad's cock standing up - as stiff as a board. Brett knew his dad was getting off on this whole situation. "Man, look who's the little faggot now." Brett said happily. Brett's dad stayed silent keeping his biceps flexed, while admiring his son's. "Dad, I want to here you say it! Who's the little faggot now." Brett stated seriously. "I'm the... Uh... Little faggot." his dad said sheepishly. "God, it feels so good to hear you say that. It feels good to finally be the MAN of the house for once." Brett barked at his dad. "Now it's time to make that statement a reality." he added. Brett reached down his dad's muscled body to his briefs. He tugged on them and pulled them apart, ripping them into pieces. Then Brett reached down and pushed his own shorts, kicking them off of his feet. "Now bend over the kitchen table you little bitch." Brett commanded. Brett's dad complied immediately, mummuring, "oh god, I'm so ready for this." as he laid his body on the table, his pecs pushing his face up, and spreading his mature muscular ass out. His extremely ripped, wide, muscular back completely exposed. His cock was inserted just at the base of the table. "You know you'll be the first person I've ever topped. I can't wait to take your anal virginity." adding, "these muscles have just given me so much more confidence. I finally feel okay with being in control." As he walked over to his dad with a throbbing hard-on. He slowly slipped his thick cock up his dad's ass, as his dad clutched the edges of the table with his muscular arms. Brett was in absolute ecstasy. "Oh, FUCK. I feel so damn powerful. God I'm so much bigger than you. It all just feels so right after so many years of constant shame." Brett said as he began to methodically slide in and out of his dad's ripped hole. "Just take a look at this sexy muscular ass," Brett said grabbing his father's glutes, squeezing them tightly and caressing them. "I can't believe I'm actually fucking it." Brett looked down at his dad's huge back. It was teaming with mounds of strong muscle. Brett could only imagine what his own back may look like. "You must've made mom one happy lady all these years, with all this hot muscle." Brett said playfully. Brett's dad chuckled through slide moans, "Yeah, Emmmm. We've had some. Aaaagh. Fun times in bed..." Brett really started to get into a good rhythm, pounding on his dad's hole nice and steadily. He started to lean on top of his dad and eventually laid his torso on top of his dad's. Brett's pecs pushed against his dad's back, preventing Brett's heads from laying flush on his dad's lats. He stretched out his arms to hold on to his dad's strong forearms as he bucked his hips back and forth. Brett could feel his abs burning with intensity as they assisted in the motion. "Your asshole is so fucking tight. It feels so good to push my big, veiny cock so far up there." Brett said quietly into his dad's ears. Meanwhile, his dad was completely lost in pleasure as he moaned and groaned. Brett slowly began to pound harder and harder. He felt himself getting close to climax and he had to slow down. He slid his dick out of his dad's huge ass and picked himself off his dad. His dad was still leaned up against the kitchen counter and absolutely drenched in both his and Brett's sweat. Brett pulled him up from the counter. Brett sat back down on his seat, "let me see you from the front." Brett's dad climbed on his son's thick body, placing himself onto his son's dick again. Both of them were facing each other. Brett holding on to him to ensure he would remain on the chair and used arm muscles to slam his dad up and down on his dick. Brett's dad threw his head to the sky as he felt wave after wave of pleasure, as his son's dick pounded on his prostate, holding on to Brett's traps. The power was simply intoxicating to Brett as he began to edge closer and closer. "That makes my dick feel so good... I feel like such an alpha." Brett's whole body was pumped to the max, as his muscles swelled larger and larger. His dick began to pump out cum. Brett let his dads body sink on his dick, while his dad jacked himself off to completion. [...] Brett began to cum in real life as well. The fantasy of it all felt like such a needed relief. He wasn't going to be afraid or held back by his father anymore. Brett knew deep inside, that he was always to going to be the alpha of the family from now on.
    6 points
  21. Hey guys! Long time lurker with occasional updates to my progress channel. I've finally decided to try my hand at this writing gig lol. Can't wait to give you guys more! Just keep in mind that I intend for this story to have crushing and destruction themes and deals with steroid use. -- PROLOGUE The room was dimly lit and cool. It had all the trappings of an executive board room, minus a view. Along the walls were framed portraits of some of earths greatest heroes, their names engraved below. There was almost a solemn reverence amongst those seated at the table. The heavy looking table was a long marble slab, with papers and folders strewn about but piled in front of each member of the board. It was organized chaos. In front of each of the 10 board members however, one file remained untouched. A single letter was on the front of the folder. “C” It was the second most undesirable superhero tier in existence. C tier meant that you either had useless powers or you simply weren’t marketable by corporations. They both went hand in hand. C tier meant no money and no fame. You simply had powers and existed. The woman at the front of the room coughed slightly, drawing the attention of the board members back to her. She had grey hair, but looked to be at least in her late 40’s. She wore a simple suit and skirt. Her hair was kept in a tight bun, a habit from her days in the Marine Corps. Underneath the smile, you could see that she had more than her fill of experience with Prodigies. From their first discovery around the world, to their integration into Departments of Justice and Defense. She had seen it all. After 20 years, it was starting to show. She had reviewed this file personally several years ago. Personally, she thought he would have had use as perhaps a tank or bullet absorbing wall (making him a B Tier at best), but field observation and pushback from her superiors had forced her to make a different choice. He was capable of destruction on a mass scale, so he had to be regulated in that manner. Now it was time for a Review Board and his name had come up. This time all she could do was make the pitch. Time for the wind up. “Our final reviewee is Jason Stone.” she spoke in a clipped tone as she tapped a glowing button on the table. The room immediate lit up with a dim blue glow. Holographic displays projected a 3D image of the youth onto the table, as well as several paused videos of a truly massive individual. The young man looked as though he was a pro-bodybuilder. Along the lines of Derek Lunsford or Nick Walker. If he was built like a hero, why was he C-Tier? The woman could see the board members becoming restless. This entire meeting had taken at least two hours. If she wanted to help him, she needed their attention. “He’s a 25-year-old Caucasian male and a student at King City University. He has adopted the callsign: Hyper.” And here’s the pitch! She tapped another holographic button. The 3D projection of Jason immediately morphed from pro-bodybuilder into an absolute mass monster. Easily as wide as he was tall. The weight skyrocketed from 225 pounds to 895. His height didn’t even change. Hell, wider. It should be a physical impossibility for a man to be that size and live. Never mind move. Yet here he was. “Hyper’s main ability is muscle growth. Often to extreme lengths,” This was the fun part for her. A bit like showing off a new car model. “The growth and hardness of his muscles makes him impervious to blades weapons and everything short of nuclear and biological attacks. We’ve attempted to find his strength limits, but no machine can find it. Despite his mass and size, he can move almost as well as a normal human. His muscle also allows him to move faster and jump higher and farther.” The looks on the board members faces melted from boredom into shock and awe. A tank of a human, as naked as the day was long, moving with the ease of a normal hero. Again: impossible on every level! The videos displayed various combat operations with the hero. Skyscrapers crumbling and cars being tossed towards a mech that managed to dwarf the mutant. The mutant easily threw the cars like throwing a ball, each impact making the mech stagger. As it started to tip, the mech fired a missile into a fleeing crowd. As it ran its course, Jason dived and intercepted the deadly weapon. It simply exploded against his massive pecs as he used a hand to sweep the remains of the crowd out of his way. The fall, however, resulted in him breaking the asphalt and landing in the sewer system. The surrounding buildings shook appropriately and swayed. One unfortunate (condemned by the city) finally collapsed into rubble. Seconds later the massive mutant stood up from the wreckage and waved as the blurred figures of heroes swept onto the scene and started to assist however they could. The entire video had been ripped from news footage from a drone, but even from the back, the mutant appeared to be some kind of god. The woman closed the videos to observe the looks of the board members. At least three of them were blushing and sweating. The others that weren’t looked as though this was going to simply be another headache for cleaning up. Time for the bad news. “However, as you’ve clearly seen, the enormous power and size does come with trade-offs,” she hated this part. “His only assumed weaknesses are nuclear and biological warfare. He also has very little control over how much he can grow or the speed at which he grows.” She brought up another video. The man screamed in pain as his body lurched and swelled from the power, his clothes bursting off as he grew at an uneven and terrifying rate. Despite the misshapen beginning, the result was a true monster that should be feared. “He also can’t swim or control his strength in any measurable way.” She could already tell what the answer would be. She almost felt sorry for the kid whom she never met. “It says here that the running cost of cleanup can run into the billions, Mrs. Sanders” the gentleman at the head of the table said. His tone was even. Not unimpressed, but not shocked either. He too had seen his share of Prodigies. This one had been regulated for a reason. “Why should we take the risk of letting him work with the agency? I saw the after-action report on that operation. He’s directly responsible for injuring 5 people and killing 2 more. He’s a hero with a fucking body count!” The woman opened her mouth to answer but drew a blank. She had the right words but no idea how to say them. “Let me take him.” The voice came from a young man near the head of the table. Much to the chagrin of everyone else his feet were up on the table, and he looked more relaxed than bored or horny. The look on his face was one of complete ease. “Director Stevens, I don’t-“ one of the members started until the man sat up in his chair and held up a finger, silencing the naysayer. “First of all. It’s Junior Director. I’m here in place of my boss. Second, the whole point of the Special Crimes Unit is to prevent potential supervillains from becoming actual supervillains.” He gestured to the paused videos floating around the room. “That right there? That’s a potential supervillain. Would you rather have him work for us or for the bad guys?” The various members of the board shared looks around the table. Unfortunately, he was right. The mutant they had just seen certainly wasn’t capable of world domination and control. But he could level cities in minutes if he was left unchecked. The solution seemed simple. “All in favor of a tier upgrade and hire by Special Crimes?” Stevens said with a cheeky grin. A chorus of “ayes” were mumbled around the table. The chief was reluctant but picked up a green stamp and marked the file before handing it to the young man. The look he gave Stevens was one that could kill. It sent a clear message. Learn your place. “He’s all yours… Junior Director.”
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  22. Chapter 21 When I got back from lunch, I ran up to the apartment to change clothes real quick. I popped into the kitchen to tell Mason I was home, but only found a half-eaten lunch. I went to look for him, and I found him sitting naked on our living room couch. He was flexing his left arm, watching the muscle bulge and swell, its prodigious roundness draped in too-tight skin, a thick vein running down its length. He just stared at it, contracting and relaxing it, transfixed by his own arm. His right hand was on his cock, lazily stroking it. It was half-hard; his hand didn’t fit around it. His eyes were red and bleary, and I could tell from the flush on his cheek and the crumpled towel nearby that Mason had just jacked off, and his cock was deflating, not inflating. I cleared my throat. “Hey, Roy,” he said dreamily. “Seems like I just missed a show,” I said. Mason was still staring at his arm. “Show’s still going,” he said, continuing to flex his arm. “It’s so big.” With his deeper, sexier voice, all the words had a sultry bass to them. “Gigantic,” I said, joining him on the couch, sitting behind his arm so we could both stare at his immensity. “It’s inhumanly big. And it’s attached to me. It’s my arm. My arm is big, and it’s mine. I’m big.” He flexed more powerfully than he had before. “I’m used to my arm being this spindly little thing. Not malnourished, but undersized. Been that way my whole life. And now, there’s this giant arm, corded with thick, brawny muscle, an arm bigger than a bodybuilder’s, and it’s my arm.” “It is,” I said, cozying up to him, putting my chin on his round, muscular shoulder. “I was washing my lunch dishes as a surprise for you, and it was swelling bigger every time I scrubbed. It was mesmerizing. This bulge of flesh that would periodically grow every time I exerted any force or bent my arm even a little. This mass of muscle that got in my way as I stretched to put things in the drying rack. This giant slab of flesh moved with me. And suddenly, I was hard.” “Your arms are gorgeous,” I agreed with him. “Whenever you wear one of your t-shirts, the mass of your arm exploding out of your clothes is an erotic thrill. I love looking at it.” “My own arm got me horny,” Mason said. “I turned myself on.” “I’m not too proud to say I’ve done that to myself, too. And I’m nowhere near as big as you.” “I wanted to get to the bathroom or the bedroom ASAP, but I only made it as far as the couch before my cock demanded immediate release. I jacked off, staring at my arm like this.” “I’ve gotten off on myself too,” I shared. “It’s hot.” “It’s really me. It’s all really me.” He was still staring at his biceps. “You’ve been this big for a few days now.” “But it felt like a costume. Hell, that’s half the reason I did the fashion show. I keep expecting to take off the muscle suit, or wake up and be me again, but this is me. I’m this heavy, massive muscle blimp now.” I playfully nibbled on his shoulder, then said, “The sexiest muscle blimp I ever saw. With the biggest cock.” Mason looked down, leaning over his pecs, and saw his deflating cock. “That’s right. I’m big everywhere. I’m giant.” He squeezed his cock, and it started filling back up with blood, starting getting hard again. He stopped flexing his left hand and grabbed his chest. “Holy fuck, this pec is all me. This is me.” He looked side to side. “I’m so wide, and thick. And big.” He was fully hard again. “Want me to take care of that?” I asked, pointing to his cock. “Oh, god, Roy, I’m immense!” “I’ll take that as a yes,” I said as I knelt in front of him. I licked my tongue up and down his shaft, stopping periodically to put as much of the head of the shaft in my mouth as possible. It was mere seconds before he was cumming again, what was likely part two of the orgasm I’d missed. He bellowed loudly, his eyes rolled back into his head, every inch of his body quivered and trembled in ecstatic bliss. He burst like a geyser, his warm cum coating my face, clinging to my lips and chin, getting stuck in my scruff, and dripped down onto my shirt. When his last spurt subsided, Mason’s breathing started to return to normal, and he looked down on me. “You’d look good with a beard,” he said, smiling. “Maybe I’ll grow one,” I said. “Maybe you should.” Then he pointed at the cum dripping down my chest. “I ruined your shirt.” “I was changing it anyway,” I said, stripping it off and wiping my face clean. “You might want to keep some clothes on. You are delicious.” I slapped his thigh and stood up. “Come on, sweetness. We got a bakery to run, a workout to do, a world to conquer.” He stared at my torso. I couldn’t blame him. My abs were sharper than they’d ever been, and my body hair highlighted them well. “If you behave, I’ll fuck you senseless before bed tonight.” “You’d better,” he said, seducing me with his voice.
    6 points
  23. Chapter 19 As I was making breakfast the next morning (to Tank’s demanding specifications), Mason came in, rubbing sleep out of his eye. “Morning, sleepy-head.” “Morning,” he muttered. When I put a mug of coffee in front of him, he perked right up. “I love you.” “Was that to me or the coffee?” I asked. “Don’t make me pick,” he said, taking a deep pull from his mug. “My least favorite thing about building these new muscles is how much sleep it needs. Sleeping more somehow seems to make me more tired.” “You’ll get used to it like I did. It’s part of the price.” I consulted Tank’s diet plan to see if it was okay to add any salt to Mason’s breakfast (I suspected it wasn’t and proved myself right). “Don’t focus on your least favorite part. What’s your favorite part?” “Honestly?” Mason thought about it. “The heaviness.” “Really?” I was genuinely surprised. “Really. I like how substantial and big I feel. How much space I take up, and how I feel myself taking up that space. I’m so heavy, I feel like there’s a whole second person hanging off me at any given time. Things designed for normal humans are shrinking around me, even doorways. You can hear me coming when I walk, I rattle windows, and I thunder down staircases. And the whole time, I feel that grounded, earthy, utterly erotic weight.” “Well, you do weigh as much as two normal men,” I pointed out. “And the weight of this bazooka of a dick?” He smiled. “It’s just pulling down on my groin all day, like someone’s giving me a very slow, very slight, very deliberate hand job at all times. And the weight of my nuts? It’s like carrying stones in my pants. But it’s all me. It’s a sexy thrill to have such presence. Such weight. You never told me how hot it is.” His voice rumbled in its new lower bass. “I’ve never been as big as you,” I replied. “But your point is taken. I too like being a hung, muscular man.” I dumped his breakfast on his plate. “Be careful. It’s hot and excessively bland.” Mason looked shocked at how much food I put in front of him, then nodded and dutifully began eating. I joined him at the table. “You know,” I said, “I thought your favorite part of your new muscles was going to be the attention.” “I do like that, especially in person,” he said, swallowing a mouthful of spinach. “But the attention is hit or miss. The weight is constant. Even sitting here right now, or lying down in bed, I feel how much more room I’m taking up, gravity’s extra focus on me. Extra attention doesn’t make me feel that way.” “Your Instagram fans will be disappointed.” “I’m actually thinking of ending my Instagram account,” he remarked. “Or going private. Something like that.” That was out of the blue. “Why?” “My Instagram fans have pedestrian taste.” He made of face of disgust at his own word choices. “Even saying that out loud, I feel like a judgmental ass. I’m really not trying to judge them—you like what you like. But what they like bores me. There are a thousand other thirst traps on Instagram who can give you Basic Muscle Dude Realness. There’s a market for that. I get that. That’s just not what I want to be.” “What do you mean?” Mason answered in earnest. “Take, for instance, that fashion show I did last night. I gave them 50 different outfits. In one night. I uploaded photos of 50 different outfits and told them to vote on their favorite with their likes. I made it a little election or competition. They had twelve hours to vote. And, Roy, I gave them the widest variety of outfits. I was innovative and original and provocative. Do you want to see what won their votes?” “Of course,” I said, moving my plate to the side so I could take his phone. “That came in third,” he said. It was a photo of him standing in front of a closet of clothes (my clothes, not his) in a pale blue, button down Oxford shirt and darker blue tie, with a light tan vest and slacks in a complementary shade of darker tan. He was also wearing a thick, chunky wristwatch and adjusting a sleeve button by his wrist. His hair was combed into a severe part and had none of its typical floofiness. He was turned partially to the side, which almost—almost—obscured the obscene bulge in his pants, but the bulge would not be denied. He looked like a stock photo of a fashion model—only a gigantically muscular fashion model with something shoved down his pants. “It’s hot,” I said unconvincingly. “Of course, it’s hot,” he replied after swallowing. “It’s a picture of me. It’s going to be hot, even if I wasn’t Mason the Barbarian. But the wardrobe looks like it’s from a stock photo of a fashion model.” “Oh my god,” I said. “I had that exact same thought but didn’t say it out loud because I thought it would hurt your feelings.” “You can be honest, honey. Especially since we’re so like-minded. Scroll to second place.” Second place was a photo of him dressed entirely in black. A tight black V-neck t-shirt that showed off his pecs and chest hair, black jeans, a thick black leather belt, and black boots. He was even wearing black sunglasses, and his hair had been slicked back with so much product that it looked nearly black. His cock hung noticeably down his right leg, making an unignorable bulge, and from the shape of the impression his balls were making, I could tell he was going commando. He was walking down the stairs from our apartment with his lips turned down into an aloof, disdainful look, as though being sexy and huge was such a tiring burden that walking down a flight of stairs was no longer a worthwhile task. “Again, hot, but this man looks like he has never known one drop of happiness,” I said. “This is why I proposed to you. You get me.” Mason pointed to his phone. “Scroll to the winner.” First place was a photo of Mason stepping out of the shower, his hair, mustache, and stubble dripping wet, his chest hair matted down to his pecs and abs, a towel strategically hiding his cock. I could tell they’d faked the shower—Mason’s nipples are never erect after a shower, and he gets a reddish tint to his skin after immersing himself in hot water. They must have just poured a bucket of cold water over his head. The look on his face was his “Are you ready to fuck me?” face—a face I knew well. Someone less familiar with it might mistake it for, “Are you ready for me to fuck you?” “You give them a nude pic with bedroom eyes, it’s going to win,” I explained. “It’s so boring, though,” Mason said, standing to get a second cup of coffee. “Any halfway muscular man would come up with a picture like this. I almost didn’t post it, but Sammy and Giles insisted.” When he sat back down, I dutifully slid his mug away from him and replaced it with a protein shake. “Tank says you only get one cup of coffee.” “I’m not marrying Giles. I’m marrying you.” “If we start picking and choosing what parts of his diet plan we follow…” I said, intentionally trailing off. “Fine,” Mason said, obediently drinking his protein shake. “Do they make coffee-flavored protein shakes so I can at least get a psychosomatic second cup of coffee?” “I’ll look into it,” I said. I was about to hand Mason’s phone back to him, but instead, he said, “Not yet. Look through the entire fashion show. Tell me what your favorite is, even if it’s the shower pic.” I began scrolling. Mason wasn’t kidding about the variety. There were pictures of him in a variety of costumes with matching poses. And not one was a repeat. He was dressed as a cowboy, a French maid, a stereotypical ‘80s geek, Peter Pan, a prom queen, a Victorian gentleman…he had an astounding array. “Where’d you get these clothes?” I asked, scrolling through. “Some were clothes I already had, like my Peter Pan Halloween costume. The winning outfits (where I was actually dressed) were brought over by Giles from his personal closet. He said they’d make me ‘look alpha.’ I have never in my life looked alpha and wouldn’t know how to achieve it without active help. The rest were from Sammy’s doll collection.” “They didn’t think it was weird you fit into doll clothes?” I asked. “They did not,” Mason answered, pleased. “I found my favorite,” I announced, showing Mason the photo. He was in a black-and-white striped old-fashioned bathing suit—a one piece designed for a man in the 1920s. His junk bulged profusely, but it was positioned in a way that it didn’t look obscene, instead looking like a mound on a mannequin (even if an impossibly large one). His hair was its usual free and wild splendor, his mustache thickly waxed, and the curl at the end of was sharper and more pronounced. There was a sign behind him written in a circus font saying, “SEE THE STRONG MAN, 25¢.” In the foreground, he was bending a disposable aluminum pie plate in half, and from his posture and the intense flex on his muscles, he made it look like that was an incredible feat of strength even though a toddler could have done it. He looked squarely into the camera, one eyebrow raised provocatively, as if saying, “Dare you believe my awe-inspiring power?” When Mason saw which one I picked, his face lit up with joy. “You picked one of the funny ones!” He was elated. “I was convinced you were going to pick one of the sexy ones, like the silky purple bathrobe or the leather jacket, but you picked one of the funny ones.” “They’re all sexy ones,” I said, finishing my breakfast. “This one just happens to also be funny. That’s the Mason I’m marrying. No matter how big you get, to me, you’re always an unflappable oddball.” “I should put that on my business cards,” Mason said. Then, gesturing as if he could see the card in front of him, he said, “Mason Lombard. Co-owner, Roy’s Bakery. Certified Accountant. Muscle Freak. Unflappable Oddball.” “Too cluttered,” I said. “Drop the accountant thing. The only books you do anymore are ours.” Mason chuckled, and then finished his breakfast. When he saw me pack up another three helpings of the breakfast for our second meal (two for him, one for me), he despondently said, “Please tell me the extra one is for you.” “It is not.” “Two more bland, boring meals before lunch, and then a bland, boring lunch.” He shook his head. “My stomach will explode.” “Don’t forget the protein shakes.” I put my hand on his shoulder reassuringly. “Price of admission. Gotta eat big to stay big.” “At least we’re having lunch together.” I shook my head no. He looked at me quizzically. “I’m grabbing lunch with Zack. I texted him last night.” “Lunch without me?” Mason was clearly confused that he wasn’t invited. Not insulted, confused. “Would I be a third wheel, or intruding on boys’ time?” “I need to discuss something witch-y. Gramps is in his abjuration, and I’m not dealing with Melody’s coven unless I have to. Leaving exactly Zack I can discuss it with.” “You can discuss it with me,” Mason protested. “You want to know as little as possible,” I reminded him. “Plus, it’s kind of a surprise for you.” Mason was flattered. “A surprise for me?” “Don’t get your hopes up too high. It might not pan out, and it’s not like a new car or something like that. Finish your protein shake.” “Fine. I’ll wait. You boys enjoy your lunch.” He kissed me, picked up his half-empty glass, and went to get dressed for work.
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  24. Beyond a Man Chapter II Hudson whirled around to see the hulking silhouette of what could only be described as a beast of a man in the doorway that had seemingly appeared out of thin air. " Well done, Hudson" , the man cooed in his deep, gravely tone. Hudson recognised it as the one who had conducted his... transformation. He got hard thinking about what they had just done to him. "Welcome to the brotherhood, or M.A.S.S, the Military Association of Super Soldiers. I am Alex, the Holder. Here, put this on'', he continued, tossing Hudson a large white jockstrap. " This is what most of us wear- it increases hormone production", he said, coming into the light. Hudson could see him now, in all his shirtless glory. Alex was tall. And broad. Very broad. His boulder shoulders appeared to spam at least a meter across. God what a sight. A mountain range of traps framed an impossibly manly face, with dark serious eyebrows and a piercing gaze. His arms were massive, with biceps forming that orgasmic pill shape that just exuded power, capped off with man forearms and massive mitts. There was a dog tag, labeled with his name and title squeezed between his pecs, huge swollen melons, each capped with a massive juicy nipple the size of a small plate. Hudson drooled looking at them. His transformation made him a muscle slut. He had a shredded eight pack too, each brick molded into muscular perfection, undoubtedly through hours of hard, sweaty work ( and probably a few growth hormones). A tight adonis belt led down to a veiny crotch, his massive length sheathed by a straining jockstrap, almost unable to keep his cock inside. His massive thighs were huge and defined, each striation like veins on a hard oak tree. His calves were thick and manly, leading to size fifteen feet. From where he was, Hudson could smell the imminent musk emanating from the man's pits. God he was huge. Hudson's cock gave a tight throb at the sight of him. Alex eyed his hardening cock and smirked. "The procedure went well I see… we were observing you through the window there" , pointing to the mirror Hudson had just nutted on, still dripping with his slick. "Oh, and this", he announced, presenting a dog tag with his name and title on it. "Let me put it on for you…". Alex leaned in front of him, their bodys pushing in against each other. Hudson's nipples rubbed against Alex's massive under pec. He let out a soft moan as they twitched, his cock hardening as it pressed against Alex's overstuffed jock. Hudson couldn't help but press his hips in, humping the older man. "Woah, let's not get too ahead of ourselves here. There we go", he retorted, fastening the tag around Hudson's veiny thick neck. "I hereby announce you, Vein." "Thank you, sir ", Hudson said gratefully as Alex motioned for him to follow outside of the room. "You are actually our third recruit, or vessel as we call them. I was the first. Then came Behemoth, who's out on some… business right now." Hudson noticed Alex's jock got a little bigger at the last phrase. As they continued down the hallway, Hudson noticed many different doors: Semen Extraction Room, Nipple Treatment Centre, Body Amplifier Storage. Hudson's lustful imagination went wild at the thought of the power hidden away behind each paneled door. " The serum we gave you was a unique concoction created by our leader, the Sergeant. Without him, none of this would have been possible." The two rounded a corner into a small open concourse, lined with doors. "These are the Barracks. Your dorm is right over there. Not many people are here now but… we'll see. I'll leave you to explore for a bit. Meet me in the gym in 10 minutes for your… test", he said with a sexy smirk, and left, his footsteps booming down the corridor. Hudson drooled. That man was so huge… so massively muscled. He wanted to be like that, to grow into a true beast. Hudson entered his room and slipped on his jockstrap. Fuck, it was tight. Hudson let out a moan as he tried to squeeze his hardening cock inside it. Jesus Christ, it was huge! And sensitive… fuck…he could destroy a brick wall with this. Hudson got horny at the thought of him being such a muscled god. Fuck his old life. He was beyond them now. Ryan, Jack, Erick, all of them! No one could compare to his god-like physique now. "Big men don't need jocks. Fuck that. Let the world see my naked muscle. Time for a fucking worship session. My muscle god body needs to be felt." Tossing his jockstrap onto the large single bed, he turned around the minimalist dorm. Spying a mirror on the wall, he started to flex his new body, letting the horniness wash over him in a lustful tsunami. "Fuck, I'm so big", he moaned as he lifted his massive arms up into a double bi, enjoying the massive peaks they formed. He looked like a twig yesterday compared to this. Now… Now he was a true man. Next he spread his lats. Instantly, wing-like extensions expanded from behind him. "Mhmm… so good" he moaned as he started to massage his pecs. They were so big, so huge and solid, full of new muscle. "I'm a muscle god now! Ngh! God, yes!" He groaned as he flicked and played with his huge nipples, digging into the sensitive flesh. The sensations traveled down his washboard abs into his hardening cock, quicking growing veiny and huge, filling with testosterone saturated blood. Not big enough, he thought and lifted up an arm to inhale his man scent. His muscle musk filled him with more power and his cock instantly got harder and… bigger. A small pearl of precum formed at the tip. He licked his lips. "Yes, Alex, I'll explore alright… explore the muscle beast that you turned me into! Arg!" He growled and he snatched his throbbing cock and began to pump it, flexing his body as he did so, admiring his greek-god-like body in the mirror. He hit more poses, one after the other, relishing in the brawn that spread from his body. Each flex of each muscle felt orgasmic, building up his muscle lust for his fucking body. He moaned, twisting his sensitive nips and shoving his face in his own hairy pits, greedily inhaling his testosterone sent. His new face broke into a devilish smirk as he fapped his cock harder, moaning at the pressure building in his nuts. Whatever was in those serums really made him into a super soldier. It was so fucking hot to be huge and hung. Smacking his heavy cock against his abs, he bounced his pecs. Old Hudson never had this muscle control... but he did now. Now he was a man. Now he was a god. He turned around and flexed his back. Huge veiny expanses of broadening muscles piled up and flared out as his back exploded with sheer definition. He could trace every muscle group with sight alone. That was hot. Moving onto his glutes, he gave them a hard squeeze and moaned seeing the sides cave into the muscle. He was packing everywhere now. He faced forward once again and started to flex his torso and arms, licking his shoulders and pits. He once again thought of Alex, and how big and muscly he was. Fuck! What a turn on. Alex was such a sexy fuck. His huge pecs… Hudson imagined what he would do to them… he imagined growing again, the sensation of a full body muscle orgasm rocketing through his teen god body as he became more of a man. Bigger bis, bigger pecs, more muscle! He imagined his cock growing, pumping him full of testosterone and pure manliness. His musk, even more potent… fuck… "Yes! More! Make me into a beast! I want to get… bigger! God look at me… I'm so big. So manly… look at my arms, fuck, what did they do to me. I used to be a boy! Hah, a fucking boy! Not anymore… I'm no longer just Hudson… that sweet little jock is no more. Now I'm a fucking soldier! A super soldier! My transformation made me into this, ready to serve. Gotta… get off on my hot teen body!" His self worship reached its zenith as he felt his load slosh around his balls and pump through his huge cock. "Ughh! So much cum! Muscle… cum! Cumming… cumming!" He groaned as he bucked his muscled hips and flexed his pornstar cock, muscle cum ejaculating out from his piss slit in a powerful fountain of man-spunk. It coated his reflection in the mirror, making him look like a true teen god. He laughed. "Hahahaha… fuck… that was so… good. My spunk's so thick, and only after a few hours… what did that Alex fucking do to me?" Shit. He remembered the gym. Glancing at the clock, he tore on his jockstrap and thundered out the door, his heavy footsteps pounding down the hall. He wondered what Alex was going to do to him next… End of Chapter II
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