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Part 1 Being a demon means a lot of things. For me, it meant no sleep and no eating, or rather, I don't need those. If you've ever been up for 2 days in a row, I'm sure you know what it's like. Now imagine being awake for 24 years. I had to do something with myself, so I worked out. Just things that used my body, like yoga or push ups. My body wasn't large, but it was perfectly chiseled. I didn't have any fat, so my muscles were insanely defined and vascular. I was 5'10 and weighed 170 pounds; I was proud of those 170 pounds. My face was classically handsome, manly with a touch of prettiness. My black hair was permanently stuck in bed-head mode, but in a cute and not messy way. My eyes were red and my skin was lightly tanned. It was obvious I was a demon, yet humans were attracted to me anyway. They're such shallow creatures. “So you'll give me 2 years of your life force if I give you 4 inches on your cock?” I sighed. To be fair, 2 year of one's life force wasn't even a big deal for a young man, since humans slowly regain it over time unless they're old. I was actually tired of growing dicks, since that's all I ever did. I only worked with men, so I should have seen it coming. No pun intended. “Yes! Please!” The desperate jock pleaded. “Drop 'em.” I ordered and the jock obeyed. I rubbed his cock for a few seconds and he instantly grew hard. I had that effect on men. I didn't have to touch them to grow them, but I wanted it to be enjoyable for me too. Even ones that were allegedly straight such as the dumb jock I was rubbing would enjoy being touched by me. He was 4.7 inches long. “You asked for 4 inches in length only. Now, see, if I were an asshole I'd only give you 4 inches in length. You'd have a sad pencil dick. But I'm a nice guy, so I'll just switch your contract to something that includes girth. I'll also round up. For the same price, of course.” “Oh shit.” He awkwardly smile. “You're right!” I worked my magic and let his cock grow in my hands. I liked the feeling and I'm sure he did too. His cock extended with each pulse, growing thicker and longer. I couldn't even wrap my hand around his shaft after a few seconds, and soon, he was the proud owner of a 9 inch long cock with a respectable girth of 7.7 inches. He looked at his cock and his eyes lit up like a kid seeing a pile of presents. He grabbed it with both hands and moaned, noticing it was more sensitive than before too. What can I say? I liked being generous to the guys who fed me. “Thanks Adrian. Really! Thanks!” He looked at me and then back at his cock. “I gotta go take care of some business now. . . Thanks again, man!” The jock ran off and left me alone in the locker room. He wouldn't tell any of his teammates about me or his enhancements. It was illegal for demons to even use their contract magic. But I was in college now, which is the time when people really notice their shortcomings. So if they had to break a law to get their shortcomings removed, they'd sure as hell do it before they start their adult lives. “It's illegal for demons to use their contract magic, you know.” A voice called out. I turned around to see it was a scrawny and tall nerd. I thought I locked the lockerroom door, but I guess I didn't lock them both. “Yeah I know. But the life force supplements are gross. Besides, I like helping guys who give me stuff.” I could fix it so he wouldn't be a problem, but I'm not that type of demon. I poked his nose to bother him instead. “I could give you stuff if you want, little nerd-boy.” “No thanks. And my name's not 'little nerd-boy' it's Rex!” “Rex? What a masculine name for such a feminine man.” I put my hand up his shirt and over his abs. I used my other hand to grope his arm. “Ah, you've been working out. Your muscles are aching from an intense workout, aren't they? I could help you get bigger.” “No way! It's illegal and demons just screw over humans anyway.” “I'm sorry you think that way. Anyway, are you sure? Contract magic calls for you to give something to me. So you'll be giving me the memory you have of you witnessing what I did to that large man. Though that's useless to you, so this transaction is basically free.” He stared at me for a few minutes. Nobody, not even disciplined demons or law abiding humans, could resist something that was essentially free. He looked down at his body and used his hands to feel the patheticness of his wiry arms and over his flat chest. He sounded defeated, but still hesitent to give in. “I've been trying really hard to do it myself. I want to. . .” “I know. I could feel it.” I smiled, admiring the determination he had. Instead of just giving in he tried to hold back. He wanted to do it himself. So I helped push him along,“You put in all the effort and your return rate is non-existent. It's because you're 6 feet tall and your genes are geared towards making you lean. You put in more effort than your average bodybuilder and you've got nothing to show for it. I want your effort to mean something. You'll still have to maintain your muscles, and you've surely earned what I would be giving to you.” “I. . .” He looked away and tried to fight it, but he gave in. They all do eventually, though most of them give in instantly. “I'll take it.” “OK. Good.” I snapped my fingers and his clothes disappeared. He was shocked and his expression just made me laugh. I rubbed my hands over his body. His chest, stomach, legs, and arms were all covered with sparce mats of blond hair. I had to admit, the scrawny guy wasn't so scrawny. His body felt immensely hard, and I couldn't help but wonder how much harder I could make his body. Rex grunted as his chest swelled, turning his flat pecs into something more respectable. When he'd wear a shirt, you'd be able to tell the man has some chest muscles. He rolled his shoulders as he felt them widen along with his lats. His traps popped up too, signifying that – yes – he does have some form of neck muscles. His quads quvered and grew thicker. His muscles only grew slightly, but a raised bump is more noticeable than a ditch. Not to mention, it looked like his skin barely stretched with his body, making his veins visible. I might have added about 15 pounds of muscle, perhaps 18. I don't know, I was lost in the new sensation. I actually never grew a man's muscles before, believe it or not. It felt amazing for both of us, I think. “There, all done.” I snapped my fingers and his clothes reappeared on his body. Rex's once properly fitting attire was now tight, showing off his newly grown muscles. “I. . . Thank you. This feels so amazing!” His voice was slightly deeper now, but still on the andrognyous side of the spectrum. Yeah, OK, I went a little overboard. I decided to boost his testosterone too. “If you want more, you're going to have to give me something.” I smirked as I swirled my finger around his chest. I reached into his pocket and took out his phone, putting my number and name on his contact list. I handed it back to him and made sure to flash him my most professional of smiles. He looked at his phone and then back at me. “Add?” “I prefer that over Adrian. It sounds cooler and it's pretty accurate. I like to add things on to men.” I laughed and he let out a few chuckles too. I was smitten with that nerd and I didn't even know why. He's cute, sure, but he's not the kind of guy I would get hard over. “What if I call you for something other than business?” Rex was trying to be cute, but I knew better. It's always business with humans. They just want things. I cocked my eyebrow, “Well, find out by giving it a try sometime."

Something new that came together quickly but seems to beg for continuation…the question is how. Suggestions welcome. ------------------------ "You know you could wind up pretty much bullet-proof?" Geoff asked me. We were about three weeks into the process at that point. Before we began, the anticipation — the idea of emerging from it with the kind of strength that had fueled my fantasies all through childhood — just imagining that gave me the wildest pleasure I had ever known. I couldn't believe I had actually managed to connect with Geoff and he was willing to take me as a subject. Willing, hell, he was thrilled. Suddenly, for me, sex with partners was out because nothing could compete with the sexual rush I would get imagining how strong I might get. Bending steel bars or punching through walls as a reality? Orgasm. That initial euphoria didn't last. At least, not consistently. It struck me like getting married: mundane questions come up, possible complications arise. Bullet-proof? "I don't want to develop some hide, like a rhino," I said. "Is that what's going to happen?" "Not sure. You know it's too late to do anything about how that kind of adaptation, right?" He said this over and over, any time I expressed concern. Too late to do anything, the die is cast, we won't know until the process is complete, ad nauseum. "Anyway, it's not about your skin. It's about the density of the tissues underneath." He had done some experiments not in some fancy human genetics lab, but in an art studio, using ballistic clay, which contains lead, iron and acrylic clay. It can stop bullets, or majorly bog them down. Geoff does a surprising amount of work at the art studio attached to the MFA program in the fine arts building at a major university — I won't say where, but you may have read about one of the grad students who hired him to clone some frogs to create a kind of froggy chorus line. It didn't work out as planned. "Will my skin turn grey? I don't want to have grey skin, like an elephant." Is it Ogden Nash I was thinking of? I shoot the hippopotamus / with bullets made of platinum / because if I use leaden ones / his hide is sure to flatten 'em… Truth be told, I would have liked to stop the process right there. I had grown taller and broader and was totally ripped. I was feeling like a dynamo. Yes, my skin had begun to change in texture and my body hair was falling out, with just itchy stubble left. That was going away, too, and I was also losing the hair on my head, so I might wind up totally bald. Not a bad look, but I'd need to get better glasses, or maybe contacts. I could usually recapture my initial euphoria just by slipping my hand under my shirt and feeling my chest. The emphatic division between my pecs. For all my working out, it was never like that before. And rock-hard, as they say. Even the stubble was kind of a turn-on. Geoff wanted me to find inconspicuous ways of using my strength to get used to it, and I had a new trick. "Hey, Geoff, regardez," I said, and fell forward with my body board-straight, stopping myself with my hands so that I was in push-up position. Then, keeping my body straight, I reversed the motion using only my wrists and hands, back into standing position. "Cool," he said. "Like showing the movie backwards." I don't know what other GMO projects Geoff worked on before I found him, but apparently they can get pretty bizarre, because it was the very ordinariness of what I wanted that attracted him. There were street rumors about people wanting to plug themselves in to store electricity like electric eels, or deflect laser energy from satellites in the Strategic Defense Initiative. The most popular story was basically about "beam me up, Scotty," people who wanted to be able to walk through walls or under closed doors. "Just strength?" he kept asking. "Nothing else?" I told him that having a fabulous, muscular build wouldn't be bad, but that strength was the only criterion for success. He indicated that this would be much easier than some of his projects had been. But when he actually started working, the amount of research seemed huge. For me it was a matter of waiting; for him it was drudgery, doing genetic sequencing not just of human DNA, but of animals you'd think had nothing to do with it — gorillas, rhinos. Mountain goats? Yes, mountain goats were crucial. When matters of judgment came up, he would not consult me, even though it was my body. One day he snapped at me out of the blue, saying "The heart and the diaphragm are muscles too, you know," as if I had denied it. Then, just as unexpectedly, he said "You're looking pretty fantastic, you know." Not his kind of comment. "Let's get your shirt off and have a look." He looked my torso up and down, and then said "give me one of these," indicated a bicep flex. I obliged. "Holy shit," he said. "You're like a fucking comic book. I did that. Me and my little viruses. I wonder how strong you'll wind up being. How strong are you now?" "Don't know." Geoff started knocking on me like a used car. "We should have thought about measuring your development. That was an oversight. No metrics. I can't believe it." "I went to my old gym yesterday to get an idea," I said. "It didn't go too well." "What happened?" "What happened was the guy at the desk didn't recognize me, which was fine, and he gave me a tour, also fine, but when I thought I'd play around with him, he — well, there was a racked bar that had about three hundred pounds on it, and I hefted it with one hand, and he was nothing but annoyed. 'I don't know if that's some kind of illusion or if you're some kind of freak' is what he said. Not how I imagined that would go." "How was lifting three hundred pounds with one hand?" "Pretty easy, actually. I picked up a twenty-pound plate and just broke it. It broke like a cookie. Also not what I expected, somehow. The guy just asked me to leave." "And I am having pretty much the opposite reaction," he said. "The idea that you are actually real is seeming pretty incredible to me just now. I wish I had a twenty-pound plate for you to break. What is there for you to break around here?" "Everything is looking fragile to me lately," I said. "You, on the other hand, look fucking indestructible," he said. "You could punch me if you like. Nothing hurts very much anymore, at least nothing I've encountered yet." Geoff ran at me and punched me in the gut, or I should say, in my abs, which were looking pretty great. I wish I could describe the feeling — it not only did not hurt, but the fact that it didn't hurt made it fun. Seeing the effort in Geoff's face, and then the fact that he hurt his hand. "You're incredible," he said. "It's like you're made of ballistic clay. That didn't hurt?" "It felt good, actually." Under the terms of our agreement I had three more weeks to spend at Geoff's apartment. Gene-hackers, as they've come to be known, are doing better than you might think, judging from Geoff's digs — very luxurious. I imagined the conditions would be Spartan, but then, do the math: I paid him thirty thousand plus expenses, and he can do a fair number of these a year, and I've noticed that he also does consulting work. After the gym, I had kept an appointment with the lawyer who handled my father's will. I asked him questions I said were hypothetical about gene-hackers. I wasn't fooling him, and I knew it, and he knew that I knew it. "The laws on cloning and genetic modification are aimed at the practitioners, not the subjects of experimentation or the modified organisms," he droned. "Then the subject in an experiment would be in the clear?" "Not necessarily," he said. "Let's say a subject approached a practitioner of genetic modification and paid him or her to convert him into a genetic superman." He didn't have to put it that way; he knew it and I knew it. "The subject then facilitates the crime by making himself available. And if he pays for it, even more so." Gene hackers, according to this guy, will soon be as dangerous and as costly to society as computer hackers. I was confident there was no legal exposure for Geoff or me. Our deal was based on a handshake. The artist with the frogs was arrested and her show was shut down, but the case had been settled in her favor as a free speech issue: artistic expression. And after three weeks of his dour moods, Geoff's sudden appreciation was just what I needed. He was looking at the shirtless me like a new and astonishing specimen. "You don't just look like an athlete or a bodybuilder," he said. "You look like you're going to explode, like you're exploding with latent power. I can't explain it." "Hit me again," I said, this time with both arms raised and biceps flexed. He ran at me and then just kind of pounded my chest, then started to climb onto me. I grabbed him by the belt and just tossed him in the air, catching him like a baby. "I've already got so much power I don't know what to do with it. How much more before it levels off?" "I know. What a problem. We're going to have to think of some strength adventures for you."

Part 1 HERE Part 2 HERE Part 3 HERE Part 4 HERE Part 5 HERE 6 I opened the front door and could hear grunting coming from the kitchen. I walked in and saw Tyler sitting on the floor in front of the fridge. Empty food containers littered the floor around him. He was holding an uncooked steak and was ripping huge pieces off with his teeth. Blood ran down his chin. “I ate all the cooked food and was still hungry. No time to cook it.” He said with a mouth full of raw meat. I looked inside the fridge. There was nothing left! He’d consumed weeks worth of food and was still eating. Tyler stood up and let out a massive burp. He looked more enormous then he had just two hours ago. He was stripped to his underwear, sweat glistened on his chest and blood ran down his neck. “Fuck man. All that food is making me feel SO HUGE.” He said and hit a front lat spread. Massive slabs of back muscle exploded from his sides. He tripled in width as his chest and arms hardened and swelled. He looked like he could step onto any bodybuilding stage and take the trophy. I should have been pissed he’d eaten all my food but I was too tuned on to care. I didn’t know what upset me more; what he’d done to me at the gym or the fact that he’d eaten all of my food. I had to admit, he looked absolutely massive hitting that pose but I needed to teach this punk kid a lesson. I dropped my gym bag and ran towards Tyler's flexed body. I moved too fast for him to react. I tackled the young beast and we both slammed onto the floor. I knocked the air out of him and before he could react I stood and wrapped my arm around his neck. I tightened the headlock and pulled Tyler to his feet. “You little bitch!” I yelled “ You think because you’ve gained a few pounds that gives you the right to play games with me in the gym and eat all my food?” I caught a glimpse of Tyler’s face in the mirror. A smile crept across his face as he started to flex. I could feel his thick traps swell with power. Pressure started to build against my biceps. Tyler growled and flexed harder. His traps erupted and I could swear his neck expanded. I loosen my grip longer enough to allow his to break free of the hold. The pumped up freak spun around to face me. “You need to calm down” he commanded. “Isn’t this want you wanted? Didn’t you want to make me into a grotesque freak of nature like you?” “You’re right I did” I said. Tyler reached into his gym bag and pulled out three pre-filled syringes. “Feed me!” He said handing the syringes to me. He turned and lowered his underwear. His striated glutes twitched with pure muscle. My hand was shaking as I emptied the first dose. I hesitated. Tyler turned his head, flexed his ass harder and said “more”. As I emptied the last syringe into Tyler he took and deep breathe, closed his eyes and turned towards me. “That feels so fucking incredible!” With his eyes still closed he raised his arms above his head and slowly lowered them and started to flex. His bloated biceps erupted with power and new levels of muscle. His lats flared and his food stuffed stomach solidified into a column of cobblestone abs. He straightened and reflexed his arms. Each time he appeared to grow in size. He started to grunt and moan. His eyes were still closed and his cock was getting hard. “So much power” he moaned. I watched in disbelief. I grabbed hold of my own hard cock and stepped closer to Tyler. “You look incredible man. Let that dose wash over you. Feel it working.” Tyler smiled and grunted louder. His cock slapped against his flexed abs. He placed his hands behind his head and twisted his body. Deep striations erupted as he flexed and reflexed his intercostal muscles. Thick veins ran up and down his lats and sweat dripped and puddled on the floor. I stood behind him; my cock pressed against the small of his back. I whispered “look”. Tyler opened his eyes and looked at his reflection in the mirror. His eyes widened. I had to support his body because he momentarily lost control of his legs. He didn’t even recognize himself. He was consumed by the potent roids coursing through his body. He steadied himself and with one more gut wrenching flex he came. Hot cum sprayed all over his abs and chest. I shot cum all over his mammoth back at the same time. “I need that cock in my ass” I said. “Not yet” Tyler said and reached into his bag and took out four syringes. “Your turn” he said. I looked at him with obvious shock on my face. “I’m done competing with you Dave. I’m never going to find a beast as muscle obsessed as you and I’m not going to do anything to ruin that. I want us to be the biggest, most obscenely jacked up freaks on the planet.” “I…I want that too.” I replied. With that, Tyler stuck all four needles in my ass and as he emptied them he kissed my long and hard. As the chemicals flowing into my bloodstream I felt a wave of intense heat radiating throughout me. My skin tingled and I felt light headed. After a minute I squatted down and hoisted Tyler’s 280lbs over my shoulder and carried him into the master bathroom. He felt as light as a sack of potatoes. Every muscle felt like it was on fire. I had never felt this strong and powerful. We showered and worshiped our inhumanly massive bodies. The whole time we flexed, licked, kissed and told each other how huge we each were. Both of our cocks remained rock hard. We dried off and headed into the bedroom. Tyler fell to his knees and began sucking my hard cock. His hands roamed all over my thick quads. He squeezed my muscles hard causing me to moan. I could feel the power in his hands. I gripped his thick traps and pressed his head further down my dick. His hands reached around and grasped my razor hard glutes. Tyler adjusted his hands and with one powerful thrust he lifted my 335lbs bulk off the floor while keeping my dick in his mouth. He stood straight up and continued to suck me off. His arms trembled and I could see new veins creeping across his tanned skin. He finally let me go and I dropped onto the bed. Standing over me Tyler hit a gruesome most muscular pose. I moaned and he ran his thick hands up my massive quads and tightened his grip around my waist. He pulled me towards him. “Fuck me” I whimpered. Tyler smiled and slide his dick in my ass and started to pound me hard. His whole body flexed with each powerful trust. Sweat started to form on him forehead and shoulders. “H-H-Harder” I yelled. Tyler increased his rhythm and force. The pain he was inflicting was counteracted by the site of our enormous bodies and the powerful chemicals running thorough my veins. It didn’t take long for Tyler to be close to cumming. I started to stroke my dick and we both came at the same time. It was incredible. Tyler collapsed on the bed beside me. “That was hot. I love having your cock inside me.” I said as I licked cum off Tyler’s swollen pecs. “Me too” Tyler replied. We fell asleep naked and sweaty. I woke Tyler up a few hours later to fuck him senseless. As we both cum again he injected another two syringes in each of us. It was 3am but we both needed to hit the gym and we were raging to lift serious iron and grow our bodies.

George had always been solid and strong, even as a younger kid. "Big Boned" his mother called him. When he was twelve, he was able to beat both his older cousins in wrestling. They were sixteen and seventeen, and were on the high school wrestling team. George liked being able to pin his older cousins, and the feeling of power it gave him, so he started working out with the weights they had in their basement. From the start, he lifted heavier weights than they could, and he grew fast. He loved the feeling of his muscles getting bigger and stronger. He started lifting seven days a week, even though his cousins said he shouldn't lift that often. He thought they must be jealous of his big muscles and embarrassed that he could beat then in wrestling, because they refused to fight with him after awhile. George couldn't really blame them. He always won. Puberty kicked in early for George. His uncle said it was probably because of all the weightlifting he was doing, and because they were of Bulgarian descent. By the time he was 14, George was 5'10", and 180+ pounds of muscle. His chest had grown in thick with black hair. So had his forearms and legs. His uncle had bought more weights for the basement weight room for George's thirteenth birthday, so as a freshman in high school, he could bench press 305lbs for reps. Some of the seniors on the football team were bigger than him, but none were stronger or more muscular. He joined the team, not because he liked football all that much, but he liked being able to train more, and to plow thru guys on the field, letting them feel his power. He continued to lift in his uncle's basement, too, adding more weights whenever he saved up enough allowance money. And he added a full length mirror, so he could flex between sets. He liked being able to workout in just his boxers, so he could see how pumped up he was getting. His two cousins still lived at home while they went to community college, so sometimes they would come down to workout while George was there. George felt a little sorry for them because they were so weak. His older cousin could only bench 225lbs. George was on his way to 365lbs, and he was five years younger. One time, the two cousins teamed up on George and tried to pin him down on the basement floor. Even George was surprised when they couldn't do it, and he flipped them off him and pinned them down, one big hand on each of their chests. He was even more surprised at how amazing it felt, and the look of awe and fear in their faces. He didn't hurt them though. He liked his cousins. He just knew that he was superior to them, and so did they. George was seventeen years old when Mr Sanata moved in next door to his parents. George was on his way back from a workout in his uncle's basement, feeling huge. At 6'2", 229lbs, he was huge for a seventeen year old. George sauntered down the street, shirtless, and when Mr Sanata saw the swarthy Bulgarian kid, he thought he must be a bodybuilder in his mid-twenties. When George turned down the driveway next to his, Mr Sanata walked over to introduce himself. George noticed him coming his way, and couldn't believe the size of the man. Mr Sanata, a champion sumo wrestler from Japan who'd come to America to promote the sport, was 6'3, 339lbs. George had never seen anyone remotely this large, and despite his tremendous sumo-style girth, he was an impressive and powerful presence. Mr Sanata and George shook hands as they introduced themselves. George couldn't believe the strength in the older man's grip, and the huge sumo wrestler couldn't believe that George was still a teenager. He recognized the genetic potential of someone so young and already so powerfully built. "Do you like being so big?" Mr Sanata asked George. "God, yes," said George, who's pecs twitched up and down with pride that a man as massive as Mr Sanata had called him big. "Would you like to get bigger?" "More than anything," said George. "I could help you very much," said the big man. George liked the sounds of that, and so every day, after he lifted, he would go over to Mr Sanata's and gorge himself on a sumo diet of beef, fish, vegetables, rice, and, instead of beer, gallons of protein shakes made with pure cream. George's mom was relieved to not have to cook as much as before, and his dad was relieved not to have to pay for it. In exchange, George agreed to practice wrestling with Mr Sanata everyday. George liked slamming into the bigger man, like to bulls in heat. He liked all the ceremony surrounding the sport, too. But what he liked most of all was gorging himself with as much food as possible, to the point where he was all sweaty and practically immobile from it. He gained thirty pounds in the first month, and he couldn't believe how much he liked the bulk he was adding. It helped makes his lifts go up and up, and his uncle had to buy even more weights for the basement gym. Mr Sanata wasn't crazy about all of George's weightlifting, but by the second month of training, when George had gained another thirty pounds, and was now able to knock the seasoned sumo wrestler out of the ring, he couldn't argue against it. By George's eighteenth birthday, he weighed over 300lbs. His arms had gone from 18" to 23", his chest from 50" to 64", and although a lot of it was from the bulking, he was still as solid as a side of beef. Mr Sanata couldn't believe how hard the young man felt when they slammed into each other. Especially his ball gut, which rounded out to 42". On weekends, George would stuff himself until he couldn't hold another mouthful, put on his mawashi, the sumo loincloth, then have his two older cousins come out into the backyard, where he would strip off his shirt and have them punch his gut as hard as they could, until they were sweaty and exhausted, and their arms were pumped and veiny from the workout. George would flex his own 23" biceps for them to admire. He could make them bloat to 24" just by flexing them harder and harder. He let them touch his arms, so they could feel the hard swole muscle. "Mutant", they called him, and he would laugh and curl them off the ground by their belts, one in each hand, curling his 200lbs cousins like they were 25lbs dumbbells. Right after George graduated high school, Mr Sanata had to go back to Japan, and wasn't sure when he'd be back. George would miss him, but he wouldn't really miss the sumo wrestling. Mr Sanata had tried to find opponents for him, but no one could match him for his hard bulk and strength, so George was growing bored with it. He could focus solely on his weightlifting and growth now. He went to work for his uncle's landscaping company, and his uncle let him rip trees out of the ground with his bare hands. The whole crew liked watching George squat down around a tree, wrap his big arms around the trunk, and power it up with his huge glutes and quads, the roots ripping right out of the hard earth. Sometimes, if the tree was big enough, he'd put on his loincloth to rip it up, exposing his enormous rump. He'd feel his glute muscle striating as he'd uproot the tree, and his massive legs swell with power. He'd hear the crew muttering "mutante" and beastia" under their breaths. This would crank George up even more, and he would rack the trunk behind his neck, and walk around the yard with the exaggerated sumo shiko stomping he'd learned from Mr Sanata. His ass and legs would be purple with bloated pump by the time he stopped. By the end of the summer, from all the hard labor and lifting he had done, George had gained 30lbs of muscle, and his hard gut ball had tightened up a 38" tortoise shell ab wall. At 335lbs, he had 25" arms, 65" chest, and his quads, at their thickest point, were 39". He knew his stats because he would make his cousins measure him out once a week, usually after the hottest twelve hour day of landscaping, and then a two hour workout, so he was insanely pumped, drenched in sweat, and stank up the whole basement gym with his muscle mass. And although both his cousins had girlfriends, he saw them getting hard as they taped out his size. He would get hard too, watching himself in the mirror, being measured, flexing, sweat matting up his hairy beast chest. One day soon, when he'd tightened up even more, he'd have his cousins shave him down, so they could all see his massiveness with much more clarity. He wanted to be 350lbs for that, and since that day wasn't too far off, he ordered some posers. He made sure to order the ones that would show much more of his mass that his mawashi did.

I write a macro growth series on FA (which I unfortunately haven't made a new chapter of for a year), but I've been really wanting to write up something new! This is my first human growth story - and the first story I've ever posted on this forum. And I think I plan on writing more parts to this. Anywho - enjoy! ---------------------------------- Fantasy Supplement “But I mean, I don't want to get stuck that way.” My friend, Jake, shakes his head and holds up his hands to reassure me. “No, no. Don't worry. It's all based on your arousal. When your arousal goes away, it'll stop supporting your size, and you'll shrink back down.” Both Jake and I have the same fetish. We fantasize over the idea of growing larger. We've done chats about it, and god, nothing gets us revved up harder than talking about our bodies billowing larger and filling up an entire room with our musclebound bodies. Of course, that's all fantasy. We've tried what we can with reality. We know our heights won't change...we're in our early 30s, so growth spurts are long over. But we do hit the gym regularly. Neither of us quite has the time or the resources to reach the level we want with our lifting and gaining. So fantasy basically has to do. Jake claims he found a seller online, linked out from one of the growth forums we frequent. Someone who has developed a drug that can overhaul a person's system and amplify their testosterone and utilize some growth hormone cocktail to temporarily boost their body's size and musculature. I'm probably exhausting Jake with all my worries and questions about what this pill might do if it's a fraud. Hell, what might it do if it works? Is it safe? Will it hurt? But he doesn't seem worried. I think the excitement of this actually working is clouding his judgment. And I admit – if this didn't sound like the hottest thing I'd ever known, I would've said no instantly. We stand in the den of Jake's house, debating back and forth. We had decided if we were to go through with this, his place would be best, tucked away off the main road, partly into the woods. If we ended up making a lot of noise or commotion, it's unlikely anyone will hear. I'd only been to his home once or twice. We usually only meet up at the gym, or out at the bar. Otherwise, everything else we do together is online. I suppose this is only appropriate since we're here for the sort of thing we're always roleplaying online. I look down at my moderate build. Five foot ten and one hundred eighty pounds doesn't let one stand out from the crowd. And Jake is only a couple inches taller than me, and I think twenty to thirty pounds heavier. Brushing my hand over the front of my t-shirt, I try to imagine how the muscle underneath would feel if it were to just swell to unthinkable sizes. The thought zaps a chill through me, and I shuffle my legs to reposition my dick before it jumps up to attention. Jake runs his hand over his short, black spiky hair and shrugs. “It's up to you, man.” He lifts up the other hand, and rolls the little, oblong pill back and forth between his fingers. He looks me in the eye and raises his brow with a handsome smirk. I have always been awfully attracted to the bastard, making it even harder to say no to him. Glancing at his squared, stubbled jaw and his pale blue eyes almost has me forget what we were talking about. We've had some truly hot roleplays online, but in person, he's never declared wanting to actually be physical with me, so I've always kept my pining to myself. “But why me? Why am I the guinea pig? It's your find. You're the one who bought it.” He tilts his head and partially closes his eyelids, making a rougish expression that almost has me already going to grab the pill from his hand. “Because... I think it would be so HOT to see you get HUGE.” My earlier attempt to keep my crotch sedated was in vain as my cock rises up hard in my dark grey cargo shorts. I try to swallow, but my throat is too damn dry. “Yeah?” I reply after a moment. Jake steps forward, pushing up against me, lightly pressing me into the wall behind me. “Yeah,” he confirms. His eyes piercing right into mine as the ball of his nose is practically touching mine. I shudder as my shorts fill with a full erection, and he knows it. Dear god, I think, this is like two fantasies in one. Without moving away from me, he holds up his hand with the pill, and without breaking eye contact with him, I reach out and take it and place it on my tongue. I close my mouth and the supposed wonder drug enters my system with one gulp. Jake gives me a sexy smirk of approval. “How long does it stay in your system?” I ask. He glances upward in thought. “I think it was for about eight hours. But like I said, it's all arousal driven, so once you don't have the supply to maintain it, you'll get back to normal.” I nod and take a deep breath, and Jake grins again. I'm startled as he unexpectedly clutches my cock through my shorts, and I let out an awkward “Hoa!” He rolls it back and forth in his grasp and looks at me knowingly. “Well, did you want to see what happens or not?” I make a whisper of a laugh, and say “Yeah” under my breath. He gives me a smoldering look of approval, biting his lower lip and looking down at his hand as it grabs and gropes at my dick, sliding it down the underside and cupping and hefting my ball sac, shifting my shorts fabric around. My erection is throbbing so hard. I never thought I'd be standing here today with this guy I've lusted after, him groping me aggressively, promising me the sort of thing we've fantasized about. I'm losing myself in a fog of pleasure, and almost don't even notice him slide his hand back up the front of my shorts, only to unceremoniously shove it down inside the waistband and hunt down my package without the inconvenience of the fabric barrier. He works over the hot flesh, making my jaw slack open. As he glances back up to meet my gaze again, it feels as though he's looking for signs of any changes happening. When I reach forward and squeeze his firm ass cheeks and he doesn't resist, I almost forget that there is even an experiment going on here. I can feel my member pulse out a few spurts of precum. I almost stop mid-groan as Jake's face contorts slightly. But it seems to be a look more like curiosity or confusion. I feel my dick pulse again. And again. Jake's hand isn't getting any slicker though. That has to be what that throbbing is though. Jake smiles broadly. “Ha! Well, well... will ya look at that?” I tilt my head forward to see what he's talking about, and he carefully unzips my shorts halfway down to allow a better view. My dick is sticking a few inches up out of my underwear. “Whoa!” I can't help myself and stretch out the waistband of my underwear, the footlong meat bobbing outward. Seeing this now makes me leak out more pre. “Even if the pill only does this, I'd be happy!” I joke. “This is already a success as far as I'm concerned.” I honestly can't imagine ever having been harder my entire life. I reach down under the throbbing monster and caress my balls, confirming they're more than twice their usual volume, and I can swear I feel them bloat a bit right in my hand. My whole body quivers from this hot development. I assist Jake, who has gone back to stroking my cock, unable to resist rubbing over the beast. I can't stop moaning. “Ohhhhhmmmmm...mmmm...ohhh fuck yeah, I... nngh. Mmmph. OH god!” I can hear my shorts zipper slowly grind down the rest of its track as I feel a pleasurable pressure build up in my legs. My attention is finally torn away from cock only to see my thighs billow out thicker. “NNNNGH!” My leg muscles bulge again, slowly spreading my stance and stretching my shorts open. Jake is taken aback by the commotion I'm making, causing him to instantly recognize what's happening, too. “Holy shit!” he yells, seeing the mounds on my quads come more into relief. He stoops down, needing a closer look at what's happening. My throbbing cock rests against his cheek, but his attention is locked onto my thickening thighs. He runs his fingers along the warm stretching skin on my upper legs... and he continues upward until he lifts up the bottom of my shirt, finding a wall of abs faintly pushing outward. He smiles right up at me. “It's working, Zach! It really is working!” “I can't … believe it... it's... it's... unnnnnhhh!” The enjoyable sensation that hit my legs is running up through my torso, and sending my head spinning. The collar of my t-shirt is beginning to tear thread by thread as I notice my chest filling up with mass. I slap both hands to my shirt, palm flat against the rounding pecs that seem to throb another inch larger with each throb of my cock. My short sleeves begin to tear around my biceps next, the balled muscles having swelled to almost twice their previous size while my chest distracted me. Jake stands up and his hands join mine in running over each pec, feeling them grow out more against our touch until my shirt begins to tear right down the middle. He helps the tear along by shoving his hands inside the ripping garment so he can hungrily grope at the powerful mounds, to really feel their heat and mass. I laugh a bit in disbelief. “Oh fuck, man, my arms already don't even go down as far as they usually do!” My lats had been spreading out all this time, too. That is harder for me to have seen, of course, and since every muscle is growing simultaneous at this point, it's impossible to see all the progress as it happens. So I just give in and close my eyes, feeling my pectorals, back and shoulders swell in short bursts, a louder sound of shredding fabric each time until the shirt is basically decimated. The sensation of Jake's hands exploring my inflating physique is heightened with my eyes closed. I rub away at my cock, which my hand can no longer rap around, reveling in how my muscles just bump into each other with this simple motion while they all continue to bulk. How much must I weigh now? Two-forty? Two-eighty? I have no idea. But I do know it's only increasing. I stroke my cock faster. My balls must really be full now; I can feel them pushing out against my inner thighs. Or is that my thighs shoving into my balls? With how swollen everything is getting, I can't even tell! A pair of wet lips lock onto mine, surprising me, my eyes shooting open. I see Jake's closed eyes in front of me as he prods my mouth with his tongue and I readily welcome it in. His hot mouth is just as I'd imagined it. My tongue rolls over his and I hug my arms around him, pressing him into my expanding form. I hear a loud crack and a muffled ungh. I relax my hug immediately. “Are you all right?” “Haha. Yeah, man. You just cracked my bones – didn't break anything. Just remember you are getting stronger, y'know?” I smile at that statement. I am getting stronger. And thicker. And I love it. The euphoric feeling continues to weave its way throughout my body as our lips meet again. I can't help from looking at Jake's handsome face as I kiss him. I continue to hold him with my arms, but more carefully now. I part from the kiss for a moment as a shocking wave of pleasure has hit my system and I moan loudly. “Uhhhhhnnnn! Mmf! Fuck... this is so amazing.” “Wha-whoa, what?” Jake looks startled. “Mmf...ohhhhh... what? What is it?” It's then I can feel Jake's legs waving about, bumping into my huge dick. I quickly notice the hanging pictures and bookshelf aren't at the same height they were a moment ago. Looking down, I can see Jake's feet can't touch the floor. I blink twice, and realize it's because I'm holding him. Wait... “Holy shit!” The euphoria rocks my system again. Jake looks down at the floor and sees my sneakers beginning to burst around my feet. My legs lifting my monstrous torso up higher. And then some more. “Fuck, man! You're getting taller!” He's right. And each time I grow a few inches, that pleasure jolts my body again. I look up and see my head is only a couple feet from the ceiling. How high is this room, I wonder? I think about ten feet? “Shit, I must be about eight feet tall!” I moan again as the sensations don't let up. Jake's initial panic has passed. He watches the weak scraps of shorts and underwear fabric flutter to the floor. My shoes have completely burst off my now probably size-eighteen feet. Jake massages at the enormous chest in front of him that's almost as big as his own whole torso. “Um,” he looks up at the ceiling, “I think more like nine feet tall now. Wait... no... you're, oh man...” “Huh?” With another hefty throb, my body enlarges even more and my heads bumps the ceiling. That is the straw that broke the camel's back. Realizing I've grown as tall as the room, and who knows how heavy, I can't hold back my arousal anymore. I keep Jake held up with one arm, and feverishly stroke away at my cock with the other. My balls clench and there's a rush rocketing up my dick that almost frightens me that I'll explode and die right here. I scream out a gravelly yell as jets of cum stream up into the air between the two of us, splashing the ceiling and our faces, our hands, our hair. My seed fires out again and again, probably for a good twenty good ropes of jizz before it finally starts to trail off. But I still squeeze out every last bit I can, knowing I just experienced my most mind-blowing orgasm ever. No other one has come remotely close. I gasp for air and remember to breathe again, my throat had squeezed so much during the climax. Poor Jake's clothes are soaked with my cum. We look at each other...stupefied, really. There's another moment or two of gasping and staring before we both laugh at the insanity of what just happened. This couldn't have happened! I carefully place Jake back down on the floor, and I glance up at the ceiling that my head still brushes against. “Probably for the best you couldn't hold out anymore. You almost destroyed my house, man!” We both laugh some more. I fondle my sac, and it's still big, but matches my current size appropriately for someone who has just blown their load. “Yeah...you'll just have to clean the ceiling.” I chuckle, globs of semen still dripping down. “You'll have to clean it!” Jake responds with a cocky grin. I idly rub at my balls in a blissful state. I think that unusual pressure inside is starting to fade. My body must be starting to revert. Yes. My hair isn't touching the ceiling anymore. “I'm glad we tried this.” I utter. Jake nods. “And I'm glad that we... well... not just the pill, but that....” I stop talking when something feels amiss. The emptiness I was finally feeling from the pill's effects leaving isn't as obvious all of a sudden. I check the ceiling. I've only lowered about a foot. Jake looks down at my crotch and just says “Dude...” under his breath. I lean over a bit to see. My eyes bulge. “No way...” I watch as my balls are roiling and filling back up in my hand to where they were before I blew. Actually, they may have bulged even bigger. My cock that had started to droop down is fattening back up, rising in hardening, bobbing motions back to full mast. I'm compelled to grab my erection, as if testing that it's real. “I-I don't understand. It's been like...two minutes.” I mumble in confusion. “I can't be raring to go again already.” Jake shakes his head, having just been hypnotized by the reappearance of my weighty package. “I-uh, let me check something.” He stumbles over to his computer desk and jostles the mouse to wake up the monitor. He types a few things quick to bring up what looks to be an online store. “What're you looking for?” Jake leans in toward his monitor, scouring the page for information. “It's the page I ordered these pills from.” “Pills?” I ask. Not sure why I thought he'd only gotten one pill with this purchase. But he ignores my question. “Oh. I missed something when I read the effects. There's more in smaller print at the bottom here...” “What? What's going on?” Jake turned around in his computer chair looking at me sheepishly. “Well... the formula in the pill also speeds up the recovery process after an orgasm. I guess they really wanted to make sure people got the most bang for their buck,” he laughs weakly. “Oh fuck. That's not enough time to get me back to normal. At this size, I don't know how I could possibly not get hard!” I see my cock twitch and leak out some pre. I unintentionally moan. Jake is making a guilty face, as if he hasn't said everything. “And...” “And what?” I bellow. “And it bolsters your state of arousal. Basically, they put something like a super viagra in there.” My mouth drops open. Well this is a fine mess! I'd only agreed to this because I knew there'd be an easy stopping point. But now... but I can't think any further as I grunt and feel pressure building back up inside me. I can see my upper pecs rising up toward my chin, my chest shelf building itself even bigger. My legs shake and I can see my point of view changing as my head bumps into the ceiling again. “Ah, shit.”

Sorry it's taken so long for a new instalment. I hope you enjoy it. Part 1 HERE Part 2 HERE Part 3 HERE Part 4 HERE Part 5 HERE Part 6 HERE 7 I had a set of keys to the gym. I had gotten them from the hot muscle head that worked the front counter. He knew he could have gotten fired for giving them to me but he would have done anything to have my attention, even for a few minutes. I had him meet me there one night and he gave me a pretty great blow job. Tyler and I practical ran through the front doors. We were both riding high from the massive doses of roids coursing through our veins coupled with our intense muscle sex a few hours before. We headed straight to the weights. I stepped behind Tyler, grabbed hold of his hoodie and with one savage tug, pulled it clean off his body. He smiled and hit a most muscular pose in the mirror. “FUCK YEAH” he bellowed “I want to make this 280lb look pathetic and small!” I stepped in front of him and started to pound my fists on his flexed pecs. The sound of the impacts echoed throughout the empty gym. “You won't even recognize yourself in a few weeks” I said. I was wearing a t-shirt that was already stretched to its limits. I started to lift it up but Tyler stopped me. “Get so pumped you tear that shirt off.” “OH YEAH” I screamed and walked towards the dumbbells. I hoisted the 75lb dumbbells off the rack and started doing curls. Instantly my massive 25” biceps swelled. Tyler counted each perfect rep. “…fourteen, fifteen, KEEP GOING, sixteen, seventeen…” he counted. At twenty reps I let the weights drop to the ground with a loud crash. I stepped over them and grabbed the 100lbs and started to curl. When the gym is busy I always get some terrified stares when I use these. I can see the looks on the other peoples faces. Their wide eyes drive me to power though a few extra reps. Nothing gets me going when the “biggest” guys look totally defeated by the insane power I possess. Tonight it was just Tyler. At ten reps my arms are on fire. Veins as thick as garden hoses cover the surface. My smooth skin is glistening with sweat. My rhythm starts to slow and Tyler stepped in front of me. “COME ON!” he screams, spraying spit on my face. I curl the weight for the eleventh time and I’m about to drop it when Tyler leans in and starts to kiss me. He grabs hold of my waist and squeezes with all his strength. “Show me your POWER” he commands and steps aside. Something snapped in my head. I wanted Tyler to see there was no limit to my strength. I let out a primal scream and started to curl again. The pain was gone. All I was feeling were my biceps growing. I watched in the mirror as my arms exploded in size. My shirt was like a second skin. I managed to reach twenty reps before dropping the weights. I raised my arms into a double biceps pose. I flexed so hard my arms trembled from the effort. spit covered the mirror as I grunted and yelled. The fabric of the shirt could not hang on any longer. Each arm tore open. I straightened and re-flexed arms. I flared my monstrous lats and heard another rip. My vein covered lats erupted from the holes. I hit a most muscular pose and the remaining fabric on the back of shirt gave away. I peeled the sweat drenched remains from my body, wiped my face and tossed it aside. I turned to face Tyler. He was smiling widely. I grabbed him and kissed him with such force he stubbled back. I turned and walked towards the 120lbs. I could hear Tyler gasp behind me. I have used these dumbbells for curls before but I’ve never been able to do more then four reps. All I wanted right now was to torture my body more then I have ever experienced. I wanted pain, I needed pain. I grabbed the huge weighs. Instantly I felt pain radiating throughout my entire body. I looked down at my blood engorged arms. Thick, pulsing veins covered every inch. My forearms along looked bigger then most people’s quads. My dick started to get hard at the gruesome sight. Through gritted teeth I mumbled “I need to grow…” Tyler stepped behind and start to scream encouragement in my ear. I closed my eyes and started to curl the weights. I managed three perfect reps before the pain became unbearable. I opened my eyes and looked at my hulking 335lb body. I looked demented. A deformed creature not from this planet. “F-F-Fuck me” I bellowed. Tyler looked shocked but didn’t hesitate to pull down my shorts. His strong hands kneed my striated glutes. He pulled down his own shorts and exposed his raging hard-on. Without wasting any time, he drove his cock into my ass and started to pound me hard. Staring at our massive bodies in the mirror I started to curl the weights again. Keeping rhythm with Tyler's powerful trusted I felt unstoppable. Adrenaline coursed though my veins. Every inch of my body screamed for me to stop but I couldn’t. I needed my arms to explode with more dense muscle then anyone had ever seen. I don’t know how many reps I managed to complete with the 120lb dumbbells before I let them fall to the ground. Tyler pushed me into the weight rack and started to pound my ass with renewed intensity. He kept muttering “sssoo fucking massive”. Thirty seconds later he pulled his cock out and spayed a humungous load all over the mirrors while I collapsed on the floor. “That was the most incredible sight I have ever seen.” Tyler said, standing over my exhausted body. “You look bigger than ever. LOOK at your arms!” I smiled and tried to flex my biceps but they barely moved. Still naked; Tyler walked to the squat bar and loaded a 45lb plate on either side. I rolled to my side and managed to get back on my feet. I hobbled to him as he curled the weight very rapidly. I stood behind Tyler and marvelled at the massiveness of his back and shoulders. He barely resembled the young stud I first met only months before. I stepped closer to the beast and ran my hands over his huge biceps as he continued to curl. I leaned in close and whispered in his ear. “Out power me. Show me what you can do.” Tyler bite his lip and dropped the bar. Without a moment of rest he added another 45lb plate to either side of the squat bar and with 225lb now loaded he positioned himself between me and the rack. He let out a little grunt and hoisted the bar off the supports. He managed fourteen perfect reps before the pain was too intense. He could not curl the weight past his waist. His whole body was shaking and waves of heat was radiating off him. He stopped trying to lift the weight; letting it hang with his arms extended. Tyler lowered his head and closed his eyes. I took a step back and watched his reflection in the mirror. He stood motionless for a long time before raising his head. The look in his eyes caused a chill to run up my spine. Suddenly the heavy weight started to move. Tyler was able to curl it again but to my amazement, he didn’t stop at the top of the rep. Instead; he pressed the weight over his head. Sweat and spit flew out of his mouth as he powered to weight higher. He looked up at the ceiling and let out a savage bellow and slowly lowered the bar behind his head! I stumbled backwards and sat on a nearby bench as Tyler started to preform perfect overhead tricep extensions with 225lb. Gruesome veins erupted over the surface of his triceps and forearms as he moved the weight up and down. I watched open-mouthed as he reached eight reps before the bar came crashing down behind him. Tyler turned towards me. His bloated upper body looked torn from a bodybuilding magazine. He was breathing heavily and sweat was pouring off his body. His massive pecs twitched and flexed with each breath. He raised his enormous arms and hit a devastating double bicep pose. His cock was rock hard and dripped with cum. He couldn’t form complete words but grunted and mumbled as he flexed harder. His whole body trembled with effort. I started to stroke my own hard cock at the sight. Seeing my reaction to his muscle engorged display made Tyler smile. “You like what you see big man? You made me into this freak. I feel so fucking huge right now. Like I could pull this whole building down with my bare hands.” Tyler released his mammoth flex and walked back to the squat rack. He hoisted the huge weight and turned to face me again. He started to curl the weight again. The pain of his face was obvious but he was determined to keep lifting. His cock slapped against his wet smooth abs. I stood to face the beast as I started to cum. I sprayed a huge load all over Tyler’s massive frame. He screamed and curled the weight for the seventh rep but didn’t let the bar drop. His arms looked like they were boulders of granite. He locked eyes with my and suddenly I feel his hot cum splashing off my chest. Tyler dropped the weight, grabbed me around my waist and kissed me hard as his arms pressed into my thick muscled torso. He held me in his arms for a long time while we kissed. Finally his arms gave out and we both collapsed to the floor. I slide my cock into his striated ass and started to pound him hard. We both grunted from the force. Tyler flexed his back causing me to cum in minutes at the site. We both rolled onto the ground, breathing heavy and causing a puddle of sweat around our naked bodies. We both decided it was time to shower and go find somewhere to eat when we heard a metallic crash from the other side of the gym. We both stood up and saw a shadow move in the dark corner of the weight room. There was someone watching us.

Juggernaut pt. 13: The Darkest Magic The bi-frost bridge, a seemingly vast pathway from the portals of the nine-realms into Asgard, shone brightly as if some type of cosmic rainbow…well at least it did until yesterday. Now it was stained with the blood and corpses of frost giants and Asgardian warriors. From the bridge to the golden walls of the great city, war seemed to flourish. Battles and skirmishes for every inch of ground gained. Thor had mounted an impressive defense, and for a time it seemed as if the frost giants were to fail at their invasion. However, the palace at the center of the battle held an uninvited guest. Loki had found a way past the battle, past his hammer wielding half-brother, and into the walls of the palace…where lay Odin. As he stretched his hand over the sleeping Odin, almost realizing his plan to rule coming true, a blunt force…almost hammer-like…struck him across the face, and he blacked out. ************************************************************************ Horseback riding, cooking, endless battles with giant monsters…and all for glory and mead in the halls of Val Halla…what a dream?! Matt roused from his slumber. What a night the giant bear had. Such vivid dreams…so lifelike. Then he remembered the trays of food, the sex, the torrents of cum he had swallowed from his workers time after time, the night at the club…Will. How he’d grown! The booth he’d demolished had now fully given way to his massive bulk and cracked right down the middle. It didn’t matter though. At 1700 lbs., Matt was truly a sight. He felt soreness on the right side of his face…strange…he didn’t remember any fighting. However, even with the larger size, Matt felt a level of clarity that he hadn’t felt since meeting Loki a couple of days ago. He rose to his full height and began to feed his pre-cum to his workers. As they started to move with renewed strength, Matt looked at Will. He woke the now 400lb. bear up and told him to go home to his partner. Will marveled at his new size, and looked at the colossal bear before him…”Go home, Will, and use your new size for your marriage.” Will smiled and sauntered out of the restaurant. “Now to test some strength,” said Matt. ************************************************************************ Loki fluttered his eyes…an elderly man sat waiting on the throne. When Loki began to lunge, a sphere of light and energy around him threw him back. The old man, Odin, sat and glared at Loki with one good eye…his son Thor by his right hand. Loki tried spells and incantations, but they were of no use...his mystical hold on any creature had been completely severed, and without his magic, Loki couldn’t reverse the effects of his plan. He had been beaten…and he knew it. He couldn’t even hear Odin banishing him to the wastelands of the nine-realms. Loki’s magic would be useless there…forever to rot on the forgotten realm. But he’d be back…he always came back, his plan was still in play, and Thor would NEVER forgive him for what he did THIS time…and with a last chagrin, vanished into the air, where he would live out his sentence at the edge of the nine realms. ************************************************************************ Matt waddled his new bulk behind the restaurant. He had been trying to figure the last two days out. He knew he had superpowers…if you could call it that. But all he could tell was that he could grow after ingesting large amounts of cum, his cum could regenerate weaker people, and his strength and size had grown considerably! What could he do with that? Plus, there was Loki. He thought Loki may have some type of mental control over Matt, but he felt fine. But…the dreams. He knew these people. Suddenly, a strange light column appeared before Matt and out of it, stepped a man clad in armor…tall and muscular with blond hair and a hammer of some type. Matt walked up to him, looked him up and down, and then gazed into his eyes. “Thor”, Matt said. The feeling of seeing Thor gave Matt a feeling of calm, warmth, and longing…like he hadn’t seen an old friend in years, and was just meeting him for the first time. “And I see you brought Mjolnir.” Thor looked puzzled…he had never seen this human, and yet, the large brute seemed to know more about the Asgardian. ************************************************************************ “MORE!” grunted Luke Cage, as the hero for hire was impaled on the giant black cock. Jamal had wanted to push the limits of his magic, and he had done so within another dimension within the Inner Sanctum. Jamal focused harder than ever and was now a behemoth…demolishing Cage’s prostate with 3900lbs. of pure force. This was the largest the juggernaut had ever been, and Cage was over the moon. Supporting Cage completely with his dick, Jamal kept sliding the lesser man up and down the engorged obelisk like a plaything; his pre-cum keeping Cage conscious, and pumped, and glistening. Cage’s eyes rolled in the back of his head. He mustered his strength and forearm smashed one of the giant Jamal’s massive pecs, only to feel pain as the mountains did not move. Jamal’s gazed down at Luke…still impaled on the massive dick, and wrapped his monstrous arms around him. “Feel my power”…Jamal focused more, and slowly began to pack on pound after pound. This was the largest he’d ever been. More size, more power. Jamal began to break into a sweat. He was pushing the limits of his magic…maybe the Juggernaut could only be so large…but he had to get to 4000lbs. He could do it! Just a bit more…and then SPLOOSH!!! Jamal came and came, his blasts so hard that Luke was lifted from his cock by the sheer force of the torrent. Jamal fell to his knees and began lapping the seed that had fallen everywhere. The now 1850 lb. Cage lay in a pool of cum and in a state of bliss. At 4001 lbs. Jamal was spent. Slowly he began to shrink back down into a more manageable 2600 lbs. He looked at his lover and grinned, and hefted Luke over his monstrous delt, and headed for the showers. Jamal toweled off and stepped out the enlarged bathroom that was created for the two of them. He knew Cage was the man for him, and seeing the “Unbreakable” man sprawled across the bed asleep, made Jamal feel warm and happy. However, he was still worried Loki was out there, even after Dr. Strange said he could no longer sense Loki’s magic. Maybe Thor had won…maybe they no longer had to be afraid. Either way, he had reached a plateau today and would keep pushing just in case he needed the extra power. In any case, he’d met Thor, and he looked as though he had things under control. He remembered the good ole days, where he first met Cytorrak and got a handle on the powers of the Juggernaut…his first feat of strength, his fuck with Wolverine and Colossus…with Matt. He missed his first love, and hoped he was doing ok. Matt was a big boy especially after the extra poundage that he gave him after their initial fuck session. Jamal was sure he’d be fine, even with Loki running around. ************************************************************************ Barren and desolate, Loki sat in the abyss and meditated. His plan had failed…except for the part about torturing his brother. It always worked. He’d try to gain the throne, Thor would stop him, then later find out it wasn’t a part of the plan, find Loki, ask for answers, and in turn help Loki escape from whatever prison. Loki was sure this time would be no different. After all, this magic was of the darkest kind…to kill and then transfer a soul took someone of great power…and it would take someone of great power to undo the deed, and so for now he’d wait. ************************************************************************ Matt gazed into the eyes of Thor, and all he could recall were the battles they fought together…the hunts, the adventures. And yet, Matt knew he had never met the Asgardian in his life. “Mortal, you speak as if you know me, but I don’t know you.” Matt grinned and with surprising speed, grabbed the Asgardian’s crotch and began to rub. Thor actually moaned a bit before realizing Matt had lifted him into the air. With gusto, Matt ripped the tights from the demi-god, and began to lick the massive dong of Thor. After hearing moans of lust and shock from Thor, Matt engulfed the large cock in his mouth and began to suck with such a powerful force that Thor could not hope to resist. Thor, suspended by his underarms, began to buck his hips back and forth, face fucking Matt. Slowly, the Asgardian released his seed into the much larger Matt. As soon as the first drop hit his tongue, Matt’s eyes went dark…visions of Hades, of rescuing battles, of a loving family, of Odin, Asgard, the bi-frost bridge, horseback riding and hunting with Thor…and then the grin of Loki as he was stabbed with some sort of scepter…then the days of Val Halla, the cooking…He sucked Thor for all he was worth, and then dropped the Asgardian to the ground. Thor’s physiology held up a bit better than humans, but he looked drained, and spent. Meanwhile, Matt had gained much more size in his muscles, and his turtle-shelled abdominals hung over his massive thighs. “Damn, you taste just as good as you ever did Odinson, but don’t let the wife find out, she doesn’t like me going off to battle as is. She’d hate it if I had the Prince of Asgard’s royal seed floating around in this girth…let me cook you a hearty meal to help you recover.” Thor slowly sat in amazement and watched as the 1900lb. behemoth gave a huge bellow and strode back into the restaurant. “It can’t be…Volstagg?” To Be Continued…

Wait a minute...where was she? The massive man was there without her? This was a first! They were inseparable! And I could see why. Literally, the two most gigantic, beautiful people I've ever seen in my life. They would work out for hours and hours. And I'd just watch...I'd watch them get pumped up from their already obscene sizes to even bigger. I swear you could watch them grow before your very eyes. They had to have an insane sex drive. You could see it in the way they looked at each other. And this was the first time he was alone! I had to make a move. Any move. I couldn't let this opportunity slip through my fingers. I followed him, thinking about what a creep I was. He went to the squat rack, and loaded weight after weight onto it. The bar bent, and still he added more and more. I walked past him, just because I wanted to get a better look. Jesus...he looked bigger than ever. He must've been a foot and a half taller than me...and I am tall for a woman. I kept trying to think of ways to start a conversation with him. I'm not good at approaching...I'm a woman! Not only that, I had to compete with his beautiful, fit, curvy, fill figured, large breasted, wide hipped, thin waist'd, strong amazonian goddess of a girlfriend. Now I'm gorgeous. but even I can't hold a candle up to her. I was the hottest girl on this campus until she showed up. I try not to hate. I try to be humble and thankful. But come on, if you saw me, even you gays would be like "Yeah, I'd hit it." I was nervous about the other sex for the first time in my life. And it didn't help that I was watching while he began doing squats. His tight tank top and shorts clung to his body, as he shifted up and down seamlessly. It was a poetic strength, something that would inspire epic tales of ancient civilizations. Something so inhuman, people would believe that the gods were involved. I'm skeptical, though. He must have some very lucky genetics. No steroids can do...this... Holy shit... His tank top...a tiny rip just appeared in the side of it. He doesn't notice though... I watched more intently, not even caring how creepy i looked anymore. Each squat, bit by bit, little by little, was making him bigger. What the fuck...this can't be possible. He was smirking. I could see it happening. He could, too. I don't even think he noticed me watching. The giant bulge in his shorts swelled outward. Oh my god, I had to look away. If I watched this happen, I was going to have wet yoga pants to contend with. But this was amazing! I had to watch! I turned back just as he loaded the weight back on the rack. He was bigger! He was taller! What the hell! No, I had to get a part of this. I don't care what part. A touch. Some sex. Some growth. Something! I walked right up to him, my mind completely blank. He looked down...way down at me. I blushed. I was intimidated. Me! I'm fucking gorgeous. he should be creaming HIS pants at the sight of ME! His scent wiped away what little thought I had in my mind. The only reason I regained my senses was knowing that I had to something, anything, to attain the desire of my primal lust. "Uh...um..." I looked around, nervously. Other people were watching him, too. Now I was a part of the spectacle. It just made things worse. Say something! Anything, you idiot! He's just a man, don't let him have this power over you! "Yes?" he said, slightly annoyed, slightly intrigued. I think because he didn't have his girl around to focus on, his obviously intense sexual prowess was looking for something else to dominate. And I was a distant 2nd to his girl. I paused. I shook my head, squeezed my eyes shut, and blurted out in a tone loud enough for him to hear, but not loud enough for others, and quickly, "I saw you grow I want you I want to grow I want you to grow more please take me take me or ill cry and cry and cry and it'll be your fault for making a grown woman cry you asshole you dick you fucking jerk!" There was a pause. I opened my eyes, I knew that my face was bright red, out redding my brown skin. He replied, in a deep voice that only the divine could have. "Wait, what?"

Here is a story I intend to create a few chapters of. But we'll see how dedicated I am. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I pumped the weights furiously. It was literally my only outlet. I'm the oldest girl, with 3 younger brothers, and parents from the Middle East. My parents have good intentions, but they can't seem to get past the culture shock of coming to America. Everyone is a whore in their eyes, and they think I'm going to be sucked up into the endless wave of hedonism. I mean, they're probably right. When I was younger, at least. I would've been that girl that didn't learn of the consequences of my actions. But hearing all throughout my childhood, the stories my dad would tell me, the things he saw...He opened up a store in the middle of the poorest community of Detroit. While sometimes I did go to work with him, safe behind the glass, there were some really scary things that went down. The thing is, this painted the picture of all America for him. Everyone was a drug addict trying to scam you. Everyone wanted to have sex with me and throw me to the curb. And before you assume anything, religion never had anything to do with it. Luckily, college gave me some relief from their over-protection. But try as I might, the constant barrage of lessons from my parents gave me a massive fear of things like drugs and alcohol. Which is fine, I guess. But it doesn't give me much of an outlet... That's when I picked up weight lifting. I started a year ago, and never stopped. I loved watching my body change and grow. I loved gaining strength and power. I loved the flexibility, I loved being able to pull myself up and over and around anything with little effort. I move gracefully and with purpose. I got lucky, though. Over this year, not only did I put on muscle mass and lost some of my baby fat, but my curves amplified. I had a booty that black women complimented. I had to buy a whole new set of larger bras for the 4th time this year. I swear, I'm ever a little taller! But all this motivation wouldn't have started if it wasn't for them. This couple I saw at the gym almost daily. They were at the school's gym more than anyone else, and I almost always saw them there. I wanted them to notice me. I wanted them to compliment me, and bring them into their program. I wanted more than anything to be a part of their team... I pushed the weight over and over again, thinking of them. Of their size and power. Of their beauty and grace. It motivated me. It gave me the strength to push out a few more reps. My body was soaked in sweat. I was already at the gym for an hour and a half, and everytime I thought of this couple, energy just grew within me. I'm surprised they weren't here yet... I set the weights down, feeling the deep burn in my muscles. I loved that feeling. It was like an addiction to me. I glanced at the gym's door... They were here! Yes! I looked around quickly like a giddy school girl, and moved to a station closer to the door, so I can have a better view of the magnificent, giant couple...

Hey guys, here is a 2 part story. Next one coming soon. No growth in this part, more introductory stuff to the next chapter, which is all growth. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "ALRIGHT FINE WHATEVER YOU WIN!" The strange creature shouted at the even stranger man. "Finally! I was wondering how many more years you were going to make me do this for." The man said, standing on one leg. This was the pose he was in during his ritualistic dance when the creature finally submitted. A dance that seemed like a stereotypical mockery of an African Tribal dance. It wasn't. It was a very stupid, silly dance that a child would be embarrassed to do. The man threw the plunger out of his hand, and spit the pebbles out of his mouth. He turned off the strobe light and the "Sounds of the Ocean: Singing Whales" MP3. None of it made sense, but then again, djinns are relatively incomprehensible to humanity. You see, Djinns are a mythological creature of Arabia, adopted into Islam as well. Djinn are creatures made of fire (The devil in Islam is a Djinn). Djinn and humanity are the only two creatures on earth that have free will AND intelligence. Compared to animals, which only have free will but no intelligence, and angels who have intelligence but no free will. Djinn tended to be a catch-all term for any supernatural events that a person would experience. Haunting, possessions, missing things or hallucinations. These were simply mean spirited Djinn, messing with what they considered a lesser specie, in the same way a child might bother a dog or a cat. Djinn, though, are able to transverse the universe. They can travel to heaven and hell, speak with angels and even God (if God so wills it). They have powers that seem amazing to humanity, but are really insignificant when compared to angels or, obviously, God. Most Djinn, just like most humans, are good. They simply live their lives, avoiding contact with humanity, going about their day to day. Some, as I've mentioned, are mean spirited or downright evil. Some, are really good and caring. Some, are just in bad circumstances. Like the Djinn that was trapped in Tim's basement that he found shortly after moving into his new home. A foreclosure, no one lived in the house for a few years. The Djinn trapped in the basement, from what Tim could gather, was bound there by another Djinn. Tim couldn't figure out why, but it seemed like something to do with this Djinn seducing the wife of another. Why a prison in suburbia, Tim couldn't guess. Over the years of hanging out with the Djinn, it seemed like Djinn didn't really like humans. At least this one treated him as a gross cockroach or an ugly cat covered in shit. At least this Djinn was a Buddhist, respecting Tim's life, all the while hating it. When Tim began to think this Djinn has powers, powers to grant his most irrational dream, Tim began to use his "grossness" to get the Djinn to do Tim a favor... You see, Tim was mildly autistic growing up. An issue that faded as Tim got older. It was mild enough that people simply thought of him as kinda weird. But those worlds that Tim would make up in his mind never really went away. Especially the worlds where Tim was the biggest, tallest, strongest, most well hung, testosterone filled pillar of manliness that this planet will ever see (who was also still growing bigger, taller, stronger, even more well hung, producing even MORE testosterone). This was a deep fetish for Tim. it didn't help that it was also his girlfriends fetish. His perfect girlfriend of more than a year. His strong, smart, voluptuous girlfriend, who fit that stereotype of the quite girl being a freak in the bedroom. She LOVED to roleplay him growing massive. It was a fetish that Tim introduced to her, and she loved it immediately. The idea of him (and even her, on some occasions) growing into massive abominations of beauty and lust. Reaching, then surpassing, the blinding beauty of pagan gods of old. Tim wasn't in a place to complain. Gratitude was something he needed a bit more of. He was 6'2", well built, bigger than average in his pants, successful, healthy, intelligent, funny. He was a catch. But it's hard to outgrow being that weird kid in high school. The self esteem issues of adolescence are a difficult to throw out, always hiding in the back of your mind, lashing out in places where you least expect them to. The ego is strange. "So...you want me to make you bigger?" "Yes." "How much bigger?" Tim paused. He never thought he'd ever have to make this choice. "I'm...not sure..." The Djinn smirked. Or did whatever was the equivalent of a temporal being that did not share any of it's mannerisms with humanity does when it comes up with a devious idea that transcends the human concepts of time and space. Actually, the Djinn had this idea for a while. A few years to a Djinn is nothing. The Djinn wanted to be sure the human was trusting and worn down enough for allow the Djinn to posses him. All the Djinn had to do was posses this human to break what bound him to Tim's basement, and then unpossess him. Possibly killing Tim. Whatever. The Djinn wasn't a very good Buddhist. Desire for freedom was something Djinn shared with humanity. We all have flaws, right? You eat hundreds of chickens to get swole, this Djinn kills one weirdo to get out of jail. "How about this..." The Djinn began, it's deviousness lost on Tim.

Hey all. It's my first story... ever, really. This is set in AKA's Transform Universe, and is kind of a side story to his. The powers and rules are the same, it's just set on the other side of the planet. If anyone has any criticism or suggestions, please let me know. Even if it's a private message. I hope to improve as I go along with this. ----------------------------------- Sydney, 1st of March, the Gay and Lesbian Mardi Gras Parade “Well,” Nate thought, “This this isn’t what I had in mind.” Nate, aged 22, had decided to make the trip into the big city, to go and see what was apparently the biggest event of its’ kind in the southern hemisphere. And it was certainly big. All around was a massive throng of human mass. For someone unused to even normal Sydney crowds, this made Nate more on edge and feeling more exposed than happy. Everywhere he looked, there were group selfies, young parents hoisting their infant children in the air so they could plough through the crowds to snacks or whatever. Nate had a strong suspicion this is what it’s like to travel to Mecca for the Hajj. Though he doubted there was this much glitter and jockstraps at Mecca. And yet, despite seeing the massive crowds at the parade, he still felt disappointed. Not to do with his gayness. Nate was comfortable knowing he liked guys, and no one gave him shit over it. But Nate did have his demons. Aside from the crippling shyness that made being at the parade nearly unbearable, ha was also having trouble at university. The Dean had said if Nate didn’t pick up his performance soon, he would have to be placed on probation. And he just couldn’t bear having that on his conscience. The depression was taking his mind further and further down a dark path. He wasn’t suicidal, but he was worried that may be where he ended up if nothing changed. So, in an effort to bring himself out of his shell, and make some form of human contact, Nate decided to make the trip to see what all the fuss was about. Evidently, so had the rest of Australia. Nate tried to see over the tops of everyone’s heads to see the parade proper. Normally, for the 6’3 lanky youth, this would be easy. Unfortunately, nearly everyone at the front had brought plastic stools, or were standing on the railing, completely obstructing the view of the floats as they went by. Dejected, he decided to go see if the line wrapping around the ice cream truck had shortened any. Maybe he could get something to eat within the next hour. Nate turned to the left, took a step, and landed face first into what felt like a giant rock wrapped in cotton. Startled, Nate looked up to see what he’d bumped into. What greeted his gaze was one of the largest and most overdeveloped chests he had ever seen. Nate was gobsmacked. He couldn’t stop looking at the heaving mass of muscle that was in front of him. “Whoa! Sorry for that, man!” came a booming voice from above the colossal chest. Nate looked up at a face about a head higher than his own was. And it was gorgeous! The man looked to be in his mid-20’s. He had short, spiky black hair, and a stubbly bit of beard brushed his face. He had beautiful, warm brown eyes, and his skin was slightly tanned and absolutely free of any imperfections. He honestly looked like some had photoshopped a fashion model’s face onto an insanely huge bodybuilder. The effect was mesmerizing. Nate must have looked dumbstruck for a while, as the giant man smirked, and held out his meaty paw, almost shoving it into his own bony chest. “Name’s Brian!” He said, somehow drowning out all the white noise of the crowd around the two of them. Nate detected an accent, but it was kind of hard to place. Definitely North America, though. “N-Nate” He replied and gripped the monster appendage in front of him. God, even his hand felt so hot and so hard! Yet, strangely, it didn’t feel like it was calloused or rough, as you would expect from a guy in his physical condition. It weirdly felt almost baby smooth. But whatever was underneath was the real deal. “So, how’re you enjoying things? See anything worthwhile?” “Actually, I can’t see much of anything” said Nate, gesturing to the mound of spectators overshadowing the parade route. “Oh yeah. That sucks, man” Brian shrugged, shifting the beachball sized muscles under his flimsy shirt. Then, he lit up. “Maybe I can help with that!” “What do you mean? Hey hey he- WHOA!” And with that, he bent down and swept Nate up into his powerful arms with barely any effort at all. Then, he was deftly manoeuvred and ended up sitting on Brian’s powerful traps and shoulders, like an oversized child on an equally oversized man. “So, how’s the view? See any better?” Nate had to admit, it was nice being able to see over the throngs of humanity down below. He could see all the colourful floats and marchers as they streamed by. He truly started to feel like he was a kid at a carnival again. He wasn’t pressed in by everyone around him. Instead, he could feel the party atmosphere, and could sense the gaiety of everyone there, in both senses of the word. Yet, despite the wonder of the evening, all his mind could come back to was the inhuman specimen he was sitting on. He shifted his ass, trying to get better balanced, while also getting a real feel of the stony flesh beneath him. It honestly did feel like he was sitting on a stony statue, only it was warm and moving. Then something else became noticeable. It was s smell. It seemed to be coming off of Brian. It was… indescribable. Seriously. He couldn’t think of anything to compare it to. It was rank and spicy and sexy and… it seemed to really awaken some primal, lizard part of his brain. Suddenly all he could think of was sex. Despite the cool-ish evening air, Nate felt hot, and started to feel smothered again. But this time, it felt good. Like he wasn’t being pushed aside, but rather some… thing was holding him close, and it felt really, really good. “Hey, I can feel you’re enjoying yourself up there! What’s got you going?” And that’s when Nate noticed his modest dick was raging hard, and pressed up against the back of Brian’s monster neck. “Oh shit, man I am so sorry about-” “Don’t worry about it, man! Frankly, if there’s any time and place for feeling a little freaky, it’s here! Besides…” Brian continued as he gently lowered Nate to the ground, “I take it as a compliment.” “Oh…Okay then.” “By the way, I’m going to head to the train station. Gotta catch my ride to the hotel. What’re you going to do?” Nate thought about it for a moment. He really really liked this guy. The logical part of his brain kept insisting he had only known this guy for all of ten minutes. But for some reason, that didn’t seem important right there and then. “Actually, I was going to do the same. I’ve got a long trip ahead of me, and I think I can say I’ve at least tried being out here.” So, the mismatched couple moved away from the moshpit on the main street, and headed for the train station a couple of blocks away. And on the way, the two formally introduced themselves. “I’m from the States. Not sure how obvious that is, but there you go. I got here yesterday. I’m pretty much only here for a few days. I’m supposed to be visiting my Aunt and Uncle, but I took a little detour to see how Sydney was.” “Does it meet your expectations?” “Oh yeah! Much nicer than my home town!” Brian scratched his head, allowing his monstrous arms to bunch up and nearly tear his poor shirt at the sleeves. “It’s a shame I have to back and finish school soon.” “Wait, you’re still in school?” Nate was surprised. “How old are you?” Brian puffed up his chest a little more, as if that were possible! “Just turned 18 last month! I graduate in the middle of the year.” “Seriously? Fucking hell! Give me a complex, why don’t you?” “Ah, sorry man. Keep forgetting my story is a bit… unusual.” Nate brushed it off, but kept walking. He could still smell Brian, and feel… whatever the hell that was back at the parade. He picked up his pace slightly, to keep up with Brian and his monstrous strides. “So anyway, tell me about yourself, Nate. I imagine a guy like you has an interesting story to tell.” Nate gave a little chortle. He really didn’t think he was particularly interesting himself. “Alright then,” Nate started “My last name is Blainey. I’m 22, I live and study in Newcastle, and I am pretty much the nerdiest nerd who ever nerded. I guarantee, whatever exciting thing you can think of, I’ve decided to sit at home and play Skyrim instead of doing that.” This got a chuckle out of Brian. “Man, I seriously doubt you mean that! You’re looking pretty awesome in my book!” “Oh please, coming from the Incredible Hunk, that sounds a bit patronising” “No, man, seriously! Don’t let all this fool you, I think guys of any size are amazing! Honestly doesn’t make a difference to me!” He said, gesturing to his near impossible physique. “You’ll forgive me if I don’t take that at face value. I’ve always been under the impression that the ‘Skeleton’ look has been out of date for a while.” “Oh well, suit yourself. But I seriously mean it, you are fucking hot as is.” There was a small silence then, as Nate worked up the courage to tackle the 150kg elephant in the room. “So… how did you get that big anyway? It can’t just be good breeding, can it?” Brian, for the second time that night, gave a small smirk, like he had been expecting Nate to ask all night. “Back home, I’m from a group called Muscle Club. It’s quite new, actually. But, as you can see, membership really does have its perks” With this, he flexed his left arm, which happened to be right in front of Nate’s face. This time, the steely muscle actually made the shirt rip a bit at the sleeves. Nate couldn’t help but stare at the mound of flesh in front of him. It took nearly all his self-control to stop himself grabbing it and just licking it all over. He had never felt this way before. About anyone. “What… what do you do in Muscle Club that’s so special?” Brian just flashed a brilliant, toothy smile. “Well, if you want, we can go to my place and I can show you in more detail. I read the train map, and it looks like you wouldn’t get back to Newcastle until at least 2 a.m. You can crash at mine, if you want.” Nate should have had a proper think about what was being proposed here. He was a grown man, but the ‘Don’t go home with strangers’ rule existed for a reason. But still, there was that amazing feeling he had when around Brian. And spending the night didn’t seem so bad, especially considering how late it was. “Yeah, I think we can do that. But, if you don’t mind, can you go a little easy on me. It’s my… first time.” Brian let out a hearty chuckle, and draped one massive arm around Nate’s bony frame. “Trust me, I guarantee you’ll enjoy every minute of it.”

The Edge - Part 1 - A Strong Brew “Transformation of a person starts from the inside. If successful it starts to show on the outside.” – Unknown It really was just one of those normal days. Eddie and I were in the local coffee shop, a small one just down the street from our apartment. It was right in the middle of finals season, and both of us had just one left before we could drop the shackles of Academia and embrace the hedonistic pleasures of summer. Eddie was an Engineering major, and had pretty much disappeared for most of the school year, buried in books, but it had paid off in grades. “You know, I should be back studying right now,” he tapped my shoulder as we were in line waiting to order. “Look, if you don’t come out of your room sometime, you’re gonna turn transparent! I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone as pale as you.” I looked him up and down, “Repeat after me, ‘sunshine is our friend!’”. “There is such a thing as too much,” he offered back, “for instance -“. He gestured to the guy standing in line in front of us ordering what I think I overheard as a ‘pre-workout caffeine shot’. Eddie had me there. I’d heard on the radio there was a bodybuilding competition in town being held in the old civic auditorium just near campus. This guy had obviously just come from there. He was covered from head to toe in the darkest fake tan I’d ever seen. His hair, short and spiked, was brown, but against his skin color, it almost looked blond. Veins were shooting over every possible nook and cranny of his well defined and huge body. The muscles poking out of his tank top and shorts had such definition highlighted by so much posing oil, he practically looked like he was sweating the stuff. “Why would anyone want to do that to themselves?”, Eddie muttered to himself under his breath. I wondered the same thing. The guy was so big it looked painful. He was having trouble reaching into the back pocket of his shorts to get his wallet; his back and triceps were just too big that they were squeezing impossibly against each other. “I don’t know, dude” I whispered back, as the bodybuilder turned…and sneezed…on Eddie. “Really, dude?!?” Eddie half shouted at the guy who just sneezed on him, but was easily four times his size. “Bro! I’m so sorry!” the guy, looked genuinely concerned. He reached out with a napkin to wipe Eddie off. Watching him, I idly wondered if he could actually cross his arms in front of his chest. “Bro, look I’m really really sorry. Let me pay for your drink or something” Eddie kind of looked like a wet dog - thin, pale, and ruffled from the incident. He sighed “Nah, man, it’s ok. No harm done.” “You sure, bro?” “Yah, I’m fine. Thanks.” The bodybuilder lumbered out of the shop, with that ‘bodybuilder waddle’ they get when their thighs are too big to walk like a normal person. “Really, what possesses a person to get like that? Fit is one thing, but That - that’s just…just…gross,” I heard Eddie as he finished wiping himself down and ordered his coffee. The next few days were a whirlwind - the ‘final finals’, a week of summer fun, and then back for the summer session. Eddie had convinced me to join him in trying to finish earning a degree a year early. I really wasn’t a fan of the idea, but like he said, the summer course load wouldn’t be as much as the normal semester’s, and we’d still have time to have fun around town. I hadn’t seen him since the last days of finals. He’d stayed at the apartment during the week off, kept saying he didn’t feel well, and thought he was coming down with something. I walked up to our front door, refreshed from a week of partying, the door flew open as I reached out from the handle. “Bro! Like welcome home!” a stranger welcomed me to my own apartment. “Um. .. Thanks?” I managed to get out while looking at the fitness model that was now in my apartment. The guy didn’t have a shirt and appeared very toned, kind of like those physique competitors in bodybuilding shows. He had a good tan, decent muscle, but not overdone, and was wearing board shorts. “Been waitin’ for you to get back a while, bro!” the guys excitement seemed a little out of place to me. I cautiously walked in, “that’s nice who are you?” I blundered out in almost one word. “Braaahhh! A joker here, I’m ya roommate, duh.” As he moved his muscles flexed involuntarily. His mouth hanging open like a permanent mouth breather with a dopy grin. I’d had enough, “Ok, where’s Eddie?”. “Here, bro”, was the instant reply. “No, where’s my roommate who is also named Eddie?” I thought a different tactic might help. “Bro, I’m right- Unghhhh” He was cut short as every muscle appeared to tense at one time. I rushed over to the strange built surfer dude. “Whoa, you ok?” I bent down and looked at the guy’s face. It was twisted in pain. “It’s me.” he got out through spasms, “something’s happened.” I looked right at him. The eyes were familiar, the black mop of unkempt hair, even the voice had a familiarity to it. “E- Eddie?” “It’s me - gaaahhhh!” another set of spasms hit my formerly small roommate. These were different. He started grunting and yelling, almost roaring as he began to get bigger? “Something’s happened - I’m not me- raaaAAHHH!" I jumped away as he roared. He was growing! There wasn’t any denying it now. When I got home, the fitness model that greeted me may have been 170 pounds. That ‘boy’ was gone now as he just seemed to swell all over. Almost instantly, he looked up, a cocky smirk on his chiseled face. “Hey bro, I gotta get a fuckin’ lift in, wanna go?” the bovine voice reverberated.

Cleaning muddy boots sucked, knowing that I made Frank Clyde nervous made me feel better though. I'd never really liked him 'cause he used to pick on Jerry before we'd become friends. He was also a massive tool, his girlfriend had him so whipped and he loved to remind everyone that they were dating by constantly kissing her - even she found it a little annoying. "Hey, I'm sorry for grabbing you like that" I mumbled as I finished my share of the boots and went to put them away in everyone's lockers. "It's fine don't mention it" he grumbled in response before falling silent again. "You're not going to apologise to what you said to me?" I growled, turning to him. "Why should I, it was true wasn't it?" I replied snidely as he stood up, preparing himself in case I went for him. "You know what, you're not even worth my time" I spat "I can't believe I felt sorry for you" "Whatever freak" he replied. I laughed and stepped towards him. "Yeah I'm a freak, a beast. Don't forget that it just means I can kick your ass even easier, be glad we're on the same team too 'cause if we weren't I'd snap you like a twig" I replied flexing my bicep at him. He sat back down shakily. "Scared to get too close to the beast, boy?" I leered, going into a most muscular pose and tearing my rugby shirt. I grinned at him and pulled it off, throwing him at him. "If I ever hear you calling anyone a faggot again I will personally rip you apart" I threatened I could hear the ferocity in my voice as I pulled on my normal school clothes and left, Montfort was yet again standing in the doorway. "I'd listen to him if I were you, 'cause if I catch you saying it I might just look the other way when that beast attacks you next time" "I'm sorry" said Frank as he hung his head in shame. "Good now I want you two to shake hands, agree to stop this stupid behaviour. You're on the same team and you're gonna start acting like it" I breathed in heavily and walked back over to Frank and held out my hand "You're a great rugby player Frank, we'd never lose if we worked together" I complimented. "Thanks, you're a good captain. I think we'd work well together too" he replied. "Great" said Montfort as he patted is both on the shoulder. "There's a guy waiting outside for you by the way Troy" When I reached the entrance to the school I immediately spotted Ig and went over to him. He grinned and grabbed me in a headlock "What's this I hear about you throwing some kid around little cub?" he teased as I tried to escape. "He deserved it" I replied as he let go and grinned up at me. "Come on we're all going out to dinner it's Rhea's birthdays" said Ig - Rhea was one of the female werebears who I'd met, I think she was the blonde haired one. "Can I at least get changed, I hate looking so formal" I replied, indicating to his school clothes "Keep the blazer, but I've got clothes for you in the car along with Bear. He wants to chat to you about what happened" "How do you know what happened?" I asked curiously. "We felt you get angry so I asked your friend. He seems nice" replied Ig as we walked to the car. As I got the the door it was thrown open and Bear grabbed me and pulled me inside. "How's my little cub doing? I hear you've been getting yourself into fights" he teased as he rough housed with me, causing the car to shake. "It wasn't a fight, I just picked him up and threw him" I replied, Bear just rolled his eyes. "Sounds like you're following in Iggy's footsteps cub" said Bear as I pulled on my seatbelt. "You still feeling angry?" "Kinda, more at myself though for being so stupid" I replied as Bear out his thick arm over me. "Don't blame yourself, teenage werebears always have been reckless. Believe me I've been there" replied Bear as he handed me the clothes he'd been promised by Ig. When Ig stopped the car and we all got out I realised we were at the restaurant that Jerry worked at - Carp Diem. The name was cheesy but the food was amazing, they had every type of fish dish possible including sushi and award winning burgers, the price wasn't too shabby either. I just hoped Jerry wasn't working tonight because I still didn't have an explanation for everything that was going on. "Come on Troy she'll be here soon, it's meant to be a surprise" said Bear as he ushered me inside. The guys were all inside and they all greeted playfully until Bear told us to hide as he'd heard Rhea and her girlfriend getting closer, as they entered the restaurant her girlfriend took her hand and the lights went off. Bear quickly ran over to her and lifted her up on his shoulders before the lights turned back on and we all yelled, "SURPRISE!" She was grinning broadly and laughing as Bear brought her over so she could greet us. She kissed us all on the cheek before getting to her girlfriend and Bear, he hugged them both and kissed bear on the cheek before thanking her girlfriend with a long passionate kiss. Once we'd settled down into our seats everyone began chatting and I was pulled into a conversation about rugby. I had a great night and I hoped that Rhea enjoyed herself just as much. Once we'd eaten at the restaurant we'd gone back to the manor. I'd texted my foster parents that I was staying at Jerry's. He'd seen us at the restaurant and said he'd cover me. I was now sat on the couch between Bear and Ig as we watched Rhea's favourite film - Mulan. A few of the guys were drunk and had fallen asleep on each other. Bear had his arm around Ig and I and on his other side Rhea and her girlfriend - Marie were resting against him. Once the film was over Ig and I said goodnight to everyone and left. He lead me through the house once more, stopping off to feed Grey and then taking me up to the 3rd floor where his room was situated. The only way I could think to describe his room was 'heaven'. He had a massive bed with a plush duvet, work out equipment all over the room - some serious weights too. A chess set and padded seats in his window alcove. A flurry of leather harnesses, jockstraps, hand cuffs, dildos (Of a WIDE variety of shapes and sizes) and lube. "So are you a virgin?" I teased, looking around at all the sex toys. "Oh yeah, I'm just like you. Fresh as a daisy" he replied as he turned on his computer, which was a top of the range gaming PC. "How do you know, Richie Rich?" "I can smell it on you and I paid for everything in this room off my own back thankyou very much" he replied, slightly defensively as he stepped towards me and grinned, my dick began to stir immediately as he started kissing me. We were soon making out on his bed, he was lying on top of me, grinning down at me. "You said you wanted to know me better?" I nodded in response and he smiled deviously and he began to take off his collar. The chain loops were incredibly thick and heavy - as he placed it on my chest. Though it gradually began to feel lighter and I realised what was going on, he was growing. It happened slowly at first, his thighs expanding and squeezing me tighter as he slowly made his way up to 7ft. He the placed his arms either side of me so that he was in a press-up position above me, his powerful pecs began to expand ripping through his shirt and rolling like a tsunami of muscle as they crept towards my own chest. He was grunting now and bucking his hips as his cock began to grow along with his tight muscular ass and thick abs. He expanded until his body completely blocked out the light behind him. I guessed he was about 7ft 8 and at least 600lb. He was enormous, his biceps looked like beach balls and were about 40", his forearms were the same size as my quads. He was as wide as I was tall and his dick was resting against my chest at a solid 18" and it wasn't even hard. Every inch of muscle he had was shredded to the max, he couldn't have had more than 5% body fat but I imagined the sheer amount of hair that covered him gave him a few extra pounds. He was even sprouting a full beard! "How do you like the real me, cub?" he asked, his voice now deeper than Bear's. It resonated through me and instantly hoisted my dick up to full mast. "I'll take that as a yes" His pecs were rubbing against my own, I grabbed them but they didn't give an inch. They were harder than diamonds and I knew I could easily loose my forearm in his cleavage and he'd probably be able to snap it like a twig. He sat up and felt his pecs himself, bouncing them and rubbing his engorged nipples "You like my pecs huh?" I nodded and gulped. "Want to taste them?" I sat up to and began to nuzzle between his mountainous pecs as he wrapped his arm around my waist, completely covering it. He had a masculine scent which drove me wild and made me want to attack him in pure lust. As I sucked his nipple he let out a groan and his massive cock sprung into life between my thighs, slapping against my ass at it's full 2 foot length. "Holy shit" I muttered as I stopped licking. He just smiled down at me again. "Don't worry I'm not doing anything you're not okay with" he replied as his stomach grumbled loudly. "Why don't I get us some more food and let you relax?" I nodded and hugged him tightly before letting him leave. When he returned he turned some music on via his PC and handed me a plate of birthday cake and bacon. "It's gonna get quite loud in a bit, I hope you're a heavy sleeper" he said as he hopped onto the bed with me, causing it to creak and me to roll into the crater he'd created. "You okay?" "Yeah, I just can't believe how big you are" I replied, looking over his godly body once more "I'm kinda jealous." "Well if you're willing to work for it I'm willing to help you get this big" replied as he pulled me into his mountain range of a chest. "I am" I replied excitedly as I rest on his pec, which was wider than me. "Good, we'll start tomorrow" he replied as he rolled us over and trapped me beneath him. "Night" "Yo wake up you two, one of you has school. Remember!" called Booker from the doorway. I groaned and opened my eyes but it was still pitch black. "Ig I said get up!" Ig roared at Booker and leapt at him, tackling him to the floor "Shut up you mangey little pup" he snarled. His massive frame shielding Booker completely from my view as Ig continued to snarl at Booker who was now whimpering and submitting to Ig. "Hey! Get off him he's right!" I defended as Ig turned on me and yawned. "You're pretty brave pup" he kissed me passionately "I like that" I poked his chest and grinned "I see why you're the aggressive Beta" Booker stood back up and grumbled, "More like the dickhead Beta" as he rubbed his arm. Ig turned around and hugged him, surprising me a little. "Sorry it's been awhile since I let myself get so big, I got a little bit carried away" he apologised. "Now get dressed Cub I'm taking you to school" I did as I was told and Ig walked into his ensuite bathroom and turned on some music - though I still knew what he was doing from the dull thud and grunting as he let out his load. "You ready?" I teased as he stepped out and went over to his chain which was now small and rusted. He clamped it around his neck and slowly deflated down to his old size. He pulled on some skinny jeans that hugged his sculpted body like paint and a t-shirt that did the same and then nodded. School was a lot better that day, nobody said a word and everyone was starting to accept me a little more. Jerry and I had started to hang out with some guys from year 13 who worked out at the local gym but didn't play sports. They were all over me, trying to work out how I'd got so big. I told them it was a late growth spurt and then said that it hadn't stopped yet- because I planned on getting a lot bigger. After school nobody was waiting for me so I walked home with Jerry and we stopped off at the same cafe as before so I could help him finish off his English essay. "So Beast, you ready for your game tonight?" he teased before sipping his mocha. "Yeah it's only a school game, I'm waiting for the under 21 games. They'll be good" I replied as I munched on one of the two paninis Jerry had bought me as payment for helping him. "Hey what did I say about cocky jocks? Next thing you know you'll be strutting around school in a jersey bragging about how many chicks you banged last night" "... You watch way too much TV dude" I replied laughing a little "though I do love banging chicks" "Yeah, I can tell. You enjoying that panini" he replied dryly as he pointed to the bulge in my trousers. "What? I'm not hard?" I replied slightly confused. "Oh god now I have to deal with a cocky jock with a big dick - dear lord why hast thou forsaken me!" he cried melodramatically as I rearranged and then continued eating. "I think you're just jealous" I teased in response as I finished my first panini. "Of course I am, you'd probably make a horse have penis envy" replied Jerry. "But size isn't everything big guy, you gotta have skill too" "You're a virgin too Jerry, how do you have any skill" I replied, leaning forward and grinning deviously "been practising with a fleshlight maybe? Watching tutorials?" "Do I need to bring up the dildo I found in your room last time I was over?" he replied, turning slightly red. I laughed and sat back "Don't worry Jer by my eighteenth neither of us will have any problem finding anyone to stick it in" "Crude, but go on" "Well I happen to know a few girls who have major crushes on you. They're sweet too" "You want to set me up just so I can have sex?" "Hey I'm only setting you up, what you do is down to the both of you" I replied putting my hands up. "Okay then, what about you?" he asked, "the guy in the black car?" "Maybe" I replied "I still don't know what our relationship is" "Do you like him?" Jerry asked, leaning forward himself this time. "Yeah, he's amazing" I replied "but I don't think we'd have a very closed relationship" Jerry narrowed his eyes and pointed to my shirt "Show me your necklace" I pulled out the chain and displayed it to him. "This is one of those Dom-sub, master-pup things isn't it?" "I suppose... How do you know about that stuff?" I replied. "Your internet history" It was my turn to blush now. "That's private" I growled. "Hey it just popped up when I used your phone. I wasn't trying to invade you privacy calm down big guy" he replied and then rolled his eyes "Your boyfriend's here" I turned in my seat and saw the car. "Do you mind?" "Nahh so long as you do actually set me up on this date we're cool" he replied as he pointed to my panini "You owe me at least half of that though" I took a massive bite out of it and then passed him the plate. I then stood up and bowed my head before grabbing my blazer and leaving. Ig took me out for dinner, just the two of us. It was a kind gesture but I was annoyed that he wouldn't let me pay for at least my food - I was starting to feel like I was mooching from him. "Pay me back by showing off in your rugby game" he replied "It's been awhile since I've seen a good match" And show off I did. I rallied my team and charged through the opposing team like a beast. We never lost a maul and soon everyone was chanting "Beast!" which removed my fatigue and pushed me and my team to score five more tries. I didn't want to be a glory hog so I tried to make sure the other guys got some spotlight. Frank did well too and I was glad, though as the game drew to a close he got caught in a bad tackle and went down hard. He yelled out in pain but he was covered in guys, the ref blew his whistle and I immediately ran over to him and started throwing the guys off him, literally. "Frank you okay?" I asked as I knelt next to him with the ref. "Urrrgggghhhhhhhh" was all I got in response as he cradled his arm. The ref instantly got up and turned to the one who's tackled him and showed him the red card, the tackle had been illegal even if it was unintentional. I felt like going for the guy to get back at him for Frank but he grabbed my hand "Calm down Freak, I thought I was the only guy you pummelled" he mumbled. I laughed and helped him up, being careful not to hurt his arm. "Keep talking like that and you'll get more than a pummel" I replied as he patted his back. He was lead off the field and the teams went back to position. I noticed the other team has given up hopes of trying to win and we're now just being reckless so I decided to end the game on my terms. As soon as the biggest guy on their team - the most reckless one - got the ball I charged him and slammed him to the floor - completely legally - and grinned as he cried in pain and the final whistle blew "Don't dish it out if you can't take it" I growled. Back in the showers I was getting a rather big audience but I didn't pay them a lot of attention until Frank hobbled over to me. "I heard you thrashed that guy for me" he stated as he started washing. "Yeah, can't let them get away with reckless crap like that. You okay?" I asked, turning to him. "Yeah I'm just bruised and aching, pulled a few muscles but nothing major" he replied. "Anyway me and a few friends are having a party this Friday, you should come" "I might show up, can I bring Jerry?" I asked, knowing that everyone always went Frank's parties. Though Jerry and I had never been invited before. "Sure and could you tell him I'm sorry about being such a dick to him?" asked Frank as he looked away. "Tell him yourself" I replied as I turned off my shower and swaggered back into the locker room. As I left I saw Ig walking towards me with Bear and Booker. They instantly made me smile and I ran towards them "That was a great game cub" praised Bear as he hugged me. "Yeah you certainly know how to show off" teased Ig as he put his arm over me. They lead me over to their car and I hopped inside.

A.O.M.G Story by Muscl4life Part I http://muscle-growth.org/topic/2016-new-story-the-age-of-muscle-gods-chapter-1/?hl=%2Bage+%2Bmuscle+%2Bgods Part II http://muscle-growth.org/topic/2049-new-story-the-age-of-muscle-gods-chapter-ii/?hl=%2Bage+%2Bmuscle+%2Bgods+%2Bchapter Part III http://muscle-growth.org/topic/2702-new-story-the-age-of-muscle-gods-chapter-iii/ Part IV http://muscle-growth.org/topic/3389-story-the-age-of-musclegods-iv/?hl=%2Bage+%2Bmusclegods Part V Uncle Steve simply didn’t stop growing, he was getting bigger, denser, wider, thicker and more powerful with each passing second. It was so amazing to see that kind of transformation. The sudden growth spurt episodes were very hot too, but seeing this kind of intense and constant transformation was also incredibly sexy. At some point, both of us were just lost in the powerful pleasure it rewarded us. I could fully invest on my worshiping skills. Uncle Steve was impressed with the way I admired and cherished his growing muscles, taking my time to palm and feel every single part of him, smelling, licking, kissing or biting the enormity of those rugged rock hard muscles. “You’re damn right boy. Worship those muscles make your Uncle bigger!” He said with enthusiasm feeling the powerful boost of my admiration. His muscles unfolded and perfected themselves with each second, using all the food the consumed to make new layers of even harder, thicker and denser muscle fibers. At the same time, Uncle Steve grew a bit taller, to accommodate even more mass that my love towards his muscles and manly power fomented. At some point we heard his bones cracking, his skin stretching even further, it was such a sensual sound. “Johnny, this feels almost better than fucking your tight hole, almost. But I won’t dare to stop you, right now…this…” I kissed his nipple and gently pressed my teeth against its skin, sending such a powerful wave that Uncle Steve went quiet. I smiled. There was no need for words. I knew I had to keep worshipping him, this man was my GOD, and he was so powerful that he managed to change my own body to fit his fantasies, I needed to please him in all possible ways. He flexed his monstrous sized biceps and I nearly passed out, realizing those arms were actually getting a bit too tall for me to worship them standing, not only because Uncle Steve was growing taller, but mostly because these beasts were soaring higher and higher with each new layer of muscle. At some point, I just felt his hand under my butt lifting me at the ideal position so I could not only kiss, but fully hug the giant muscle. Uncle Steve just smiled and kissed the back of my neck as I worked on his immense biceps, triceps and those uncanny forearms of his. From there I attacked his bull neck, his humongous deltoids, his gorgeous thick lats, the truly insane shoulders, to the point I had to work my way down his mountainous chest, glorious turtle shell abdominal muscles, the ultra massive thighs and finally his glorious manly cock. “Shit…” I gasped at the sight of the immense obelisk of masculine power. “Thank you boy.” My Uncle Steve’s voice caught me off guard. It suddenly felt like something pulled me back into my conscious body. “Holy crap! Uncle Steve, you…you…” It took me a while to process that this smoother type of growth had a cumulative effect, which I only noticed when the humongous man just inserted his much thicker tongue into my mouth and silenced me with another kiss. “It’s ok, little man. I know you get scared, it’s just me your master. I’ll be growing all the time, you just need to get used to it. You are the greatest responsible for it anyway.” He said as he put me back on the ground. I realized he was again a bit taller, but the girth of his physique was inhuman. Too much brawn, too much volume, too much conditioning. It was not possible to have that kind of bulk and yet get so ripped and shredded like he was. At least, not possible for tiny youngster bodybuilders but not to Senior Muscle Men. I looked at the clock. 78 minutes have passed by like that. Uncle Steve just chuckled as he hit a most muscular pose that at the same time got me so horny and scared I could not even move. “Holy cow, Uncle Steve you are as big as a barn!” I said noticing how much bigger he had gotten during my “fade out”. “Yeah, I realized you were lost in some kind of trance, so I decided to let you fully enjoy it. This triggering thing is very, very powerful. I could feel you were embracing the right kind of intensity. You are my jewel, little man.” The new and inhumanly powerful Uncle Steve said as he stood up. “Go get the measuring tape, let’s have some fun!” He ordered. Uncle Steve was now 6’5 and ¾ tall, weighing 768 pounds of immensely thick muscle. His arms were 45” now and his chest read 117 inches (I needed two whole tapes to measure that) and his thighs were 62” with 45” calves as well. I measured the humongous cock at 20 fucking massive inches long and 8 inches around. “Not bad for my first day as a SMM. Soon I will be scaring even the big dudes.” I still could not believe how much muscle I gave him. For all I knew he did not feel the same kind of hunger or the violent growth spurts he had previously. I mean how he could nearly double his bodyweight without proper nutrition. “I know it seems weird, but this is just the tuning between my hunger for growth and your hunger for pleasing me, Johnny. Triggering is mostly a thing of mind, rather than just physical. I still need to keep eating and training but I can only reach the full extent of my growth if my trigger is someone deeply connected with me.” Uncle Steve said as he hugged me. “I am starting to understand it now, it really felt like I was dragged around your desires, and I loved to be part of them. You are so powerful, Uncle Steve.” I whispered and reached for his immense embrace. “You haven’t seen nothing yet, boy. I want more, cub. So much more, I want so much more that it will scare you, so I’ll let you get used to the idea.” He smiled showed me the 20” monster cock bobbing in front of my face. “I’ll never get used to that…” I said feeling my ass clinching unconsciously. “You will, don’t worry…In the meantime…we should get something to eat! All this growth made me starving, I want refuel my batteries for new growth spurges. I want all of them again, more muscle and more size to make little guys cry out fear and lust!” He hit a frontal double bicep pose that sent the chills over my spine . However, it actually took us a great deal of time to finally leave Uncle Steve’s house. Mostly because my recently changed SMM relative was simply too big for any of the clothes he bought, even those he acquired in the hopes of becoming a massive geezer. Especially after his latest boost, his muscles achived such symmetry and proportions that no longer resembled human anatomy. After that uncanny episode, the XXXL bodybuilding-wear tank tops and spandex shorts could not fit the humongous muscle beast. “Come on, boy, pull it harder!” He chuckled as I tried to pull the shorts above his humongous 45” calves, which were still relaxed but much, much thicker, at least 50% bigger than any “regular” super-heavyweight thighs. “It’s not easy, Uncle Steve…” I said, muttering most of my strength to pull that short up but I ended up tearing the whole thing, pretty much like Uncle Steve had done with all the 4 previous pieces, scattered all over the floor. “Are you telling me? Heh, these clothes are fucking weak. I am about to go out naked just to see the reaction on people.” My immense sexagenarian uncle pondered casually, but I knew that he could actually do that, so I had to think quickly. “You will get arrested, Uncle Steve. Huge or not, you still need to respect the law.” I replied, trying to think on something to help accomplish that impossible task. “Heh, I wanna see they arrest this!” He said, hitting a most muscular pose that made his muscles flex so huge and so hard that he ended up ripping the rest of the shorts I’ve struggled to pull past his calves. “Oops…I guess number 6 is charm right boy?” Uncle Steve laughed as I rolled my eyes I eventually decided to take a different approach, so I applied some moisturizer on those huge muscles and it helped me to slide the tank top through the monstrous biceps, triceps, neck and shoulders, and carefully pulled the fabric over the gargantuan chest. Then came the hardest part, which was trying to squeeze the shorts through the immensely uncanny powerful thighs of my huge muscle geezer. At that point, I realized that it would be an impossible task to dress Uncle Steve in any kind of pants, so I just picked this ridiculous huge banana thong he bought and hoped that the thong did not rip as pulled it all the way to his waist. The enormous piece of manhood was stretching the fabric to the point it became not only see-through but also literally transparent. “Shit…” I said cleaning the sweat of my forehead after such effort. The image was truly glorious. A humongous muscular man of silver hair and tanned smooth skin, veined and bulging everywhere, with a white tank top, which seemed painted over his chest and a ridiculously tiny banana thong; it still fascinated me the way SMM’s growth continued to take their standards above mankind. “So, how do I look?” My enormous geezer asked, turning around to display his freaking muscularity to my wondering eye. “Criminally sexy…” I replied blushing, which made Uncle Steve reward me with a sensual warm bear hug, lifting me from the ground and kissing me so roughly and intensely that I nearly lost my senses. “I feel just like that too. It’s so powerful, so amazing!” He said while nuzzling my face after kissing me for such long time. I felt myself melting into my Uncle’s massive arms, this man was my vivid living fantasy, and he certainly loved that situation. “You…must be willing to grow even bigger huh?” I could tell just by the warmth of his skin. “You’re damn right boy, this body is developing, perfecting itself, and you will help me to keep pushing its limits. Now, let’s go because I am starving!” He said carrying me out of the house to his enormous pickup. Well, I used to think it was enormous, but now it seemed much smaller compared to the humongous bulk of my Uncle. “This might actually be the last time I drive this baby…” Uncle Steve said while adjusting the seat all the way back to give him at least some extra space to accommodate all that new muscle bulk, which didn’t prove much successful because he still felt constrained inside the vehicle. “Do you want me do drive, Uncle Steve?” I asked politely. “Heh, let me just enjoy this ok cub? You will be the driver soon. My body won’t fit this sardine can for much longer!” He chuckled and messed with my hair. I got into the car and felt immediately cramped with so much manly muscle next to me, which was so sexy to me. I rushed to hug the most my enormous Uncle Steve I could reach with my arms and laid my head on the enormous man, and he tenderly replied with a kiss on my forehead. “Damn…this is so sexy…If I wasn’t so hungry I could fuck you for a good hour or so…” He said as he started the car and drove into the streets. “Where are we going anyway?” It took me a few minutes to realize that I still ignored know our destination. “Well, now that I finally am in the way of becoming a huge motherfucker, I need to show off my new body, especially to see the faces on those who ever doubted I could become one.” Uncle Steve said with a mischievous grin in his manly face. It was then that we both heard the grueling sounds of Uncle Steve’s stomach. “It seems that all the food is finally converted into muscle, so I need to eat to refill my growth batteries for you, my cub. There is a nice joint down the road, specialized in Special orders for SMM’s. I loved to go there just to see the guys eating; now I can finally eat with the big men!” Uncle Steve cheered and stepped into the gas pedal. He followed a deserted road, stepping heavily into the gas. “I know you’re hungry, but it’s better getting there alive don’t you think?” “Heh, I am starving for more than just food boy…” He said mysteriously and only a few moments later I heard the sirens of the police car right behind us. “You’ve done this on purpose, haven’t you?” I asked half chuckling as Uncle Steve slowed down. “Let this old man have some fun, please?” He replied, gently squeezing my thigh with his humongous mitt of a hand as he pulled the car over, and I felt my whole body melting under that grip. The police officer got out of his car and followed standard procedure. He was a young officer with tanned skin, dark brown hair. His body seemed well shaped underneath his uniform, bulging in all right places. “Good morning, sir. Can I please have your driver’s license and vehicle registration?” He asked without even looking at us. Uncle Steve just extended his heavily sinewy arm and delivered the documents to the officer. The reflection of my Uncle’s massive muscles in the officer’s shades were impressive. I realize now this guy was instantly shocked. “Here you are, son. Sorry for the inconvenience. I still need to get a license with my current stats, I mean…if I ever stop growing” Uncle Steve’s deep manly and powerful voice tone suddenly attracted the officer’s attention and he lowered his shades after noticing the size of the driver clearly did not match the stats described in the document. “Steve Finnegan? Wait…didn’t you win some bodybuilding championship?” The officer’s demeanor suddenly changed as he recognized the manly face of my Uncle. “I sure did, son. But I guess I’ll have to stop competing now, at least in the small divisions.” He chuckled flexing the humongous arm to the shocked officer. I noticed Uncle Steve pumping that huge muscle even harder, trying to give more size to them and that arm must have peaked at least 50” around. The officer just stood there watching, and I felt sorry for him. He would love to hug that monstrous arm and never let go. “I was there...My dad competed with you, Larry Durham. He took 5th.” The officer said in a lower tone. “Oh so you must be Junior! Your father is a fine man, officer. He is a great contender, he just got the wrong timing, and he will do much better next year now that I am not there to eclipse him.” “You’re one of those…huge muscle men now?” The guard asked in a clearly excited tone, totally forgetting that my Uncle had broken the law. “Heh, I guess you could say that. However, I am still in the first day, so you understand my rush to grab some grub, don’t you? I just needed to go to Sam’s Dinner and try their SMM’s special. This massive geezer needs to have his food, don’t you agree Junior?” Uncle Steve said casually bouncing his monstrous chest to emphasize his point. “Erm…sure sir. Everything is in order…you’re clear. Go enjoy your meal.” Larry Junior smiled as he returned the documents and backed off the vehicle. “Oh, I most certainly will, boy. I will be joining the SMM’s shows now. We are the true bodybuilders you know. You should come cheer for me.” Uncle Steve bragged, engulfing the hand of the younger police officer with his massive paw. “I would love to do that sir. You will do great, I am sure.” The officer said in a lower tone, trying to retrieve his hand, but Uncle Steve had him right where he wanted. “Good, so get naked, I wanna see if you are worthy of being fucked.” Uncle Steve said out of the bloom as he finally let go of the young man’s hand. To my uttering surprise, the police officer just nodded and opened his shirt, he didn’t even hesitate, just obliged. Uncle Steve looked at me with a smirk, noticing how imperative his new size and massiveness was to smaller, younger men like myself. He just grunted and got off the vehicle, making it squeak and shake as his humongous weight left the car. As he got outside, the young officer was speechless, notching the immense bulk of my dear Uncle Steve. My immense muscle daddy grinned and scratched his manliest jaw, evaluating the hot little officer. The guy was totally naked, without any objection, he actually seemed proud to be showing his body to the immense muscle daddy. “You have a nice tight little body Larry Junior. I bet your father is very proud of you boy.” Uncle Steve said as he kneeled down and started licking the tight shaped man. “I’m just trying to follow his footsteps, sir. Dad was a very fit cop too.” Larry replied with enthusiasm. “Heh, I bet you love huge muscle daddies huh Junior? I saw the look on your face when I flexed my pecs. Damn, you’re a kinky puppy aren’t you? I’ll have a nice time pounding that ass into submission.” Uncle Steve commented as he admired the view of Larry Durham Junior, and the guy was still quiet, but his erect cock displayed how much he enjoyed that situation. “Please, don’t get yourself into trouble just to get laid, sir. If someone comes over…It’s still your first day as SMM, you will have all the asses to fuck without even trying…” I said in half tone, trying to disguise my own jealous. “Come on, kiddo, don’t be like that. You know our thing. You are my trigger, and you will always be number one, I just need many others for my growing body. You’ve passed out while we were fucking and I wasn’t even half as big as I am now, my sexy drive is just immense!” My immense senior citizen tried to reason with me, although we both know that my jealous of his other boys would only spice our relationship even more. “I am just concerned because your brain is flooded in testosterone right now. You need to take it easy while you get used to the changes on your condition…” I replied, trying to rationalize my behavior as a form of defense. “You’re so cute and uptight, Johnny boy.” He said before pulling me out of the truck and kissing my lips so roughly that I once again lost my breath, when he finished I just stood there basking in my own glory. Uncle Steve then returned his attention to Larry Junior. “Junior, do you think my cub Johnny is sexy?” He asked directly “Yes, sir, he’s very sexy.” “Would you fuck him if I told you to fuck him?” “Yes, sir.” He replied without hesitation. “And if I tell him to fuck you?” “My ass is yours to command sir.” Officer Durham replied right off the bat. “Damn, this is very promising!”” Uncle Steve considered the idea for a moment, and I already imagined he would fuck the smaller for the next hour or so, but instead, Uncle Steve just approached the officer and said. “Get yourself dressed and go see your daddy, Junior. Tell him everything that you saw me, that I am SMM now, and that you are gonna be my new trigger.” For the first time Larry Junior hesitated. “R-really sir? I don’t think my dad knows…” “Your dad knows it boy. Trust me, he knows. He is just like me eager to grow into SMM, but if he can’t find a boy who wants him to grow, he will never change. Do you want him to look like me?” Uncle Steve asked flexing his mountainous gun to a very shocked Larry, who simply hugged it with all his lust. “Yes…YES!” Larry screamed, and Uncle Steve just moaned, his muscles reacting to the energy wave that surrounded both of them. I watched in disbelief as Uncle Steve grew even more muscular in a shocking display of raw power that made me very horny. The muscles of Uncle Steve unfolded so fast, so abruptly, so sensually. I just felt my own body getting hotter and hotter as my immense muscle daddy grew bigger right there. The monstrously huge man gained a couple of inches in height, but his muscles added at least 200 of new brawn in the few seconds that the event occurred. “Whoa…what was that?” Larry Junior asked, he had just creamed all over Uncle Steve’s monstrously huge biceps, which were now even bigger and more impressive than ever. “Shit…Uncle Steve, you have grown even bigger …how can you even manage such growth if you are so hungry?” I asked totally marveled at his constant growth. He had probably gained over 200 pounds of pure brawn during that marvelous event, his muscles were now over 1000 immense pounds of manly power and growing bigger at each passing second. “That…was triggering my boys.” Uncle Steve said with an even deeper voice as he tapped the Larry’s head and kissed his forehead fatherly. Larry felt so proud of the latest facts. “Am I your trigger then, sir?” I feared for Uncle Steve’s answer, but the immensely muscular geezer looked at me and then back at the astounded naked officer. “Heh, we’ll see. Go back to your daddy and let him feel that power, see if he takes you as his trigger. Durham is a good man, I want him to be SMM too, tell him you are my gift to him. If he can’t change from your power, then I’ll take you boy.” “Really? I can make my dad grow like you? Oh, thank you sir…you’re so…” Officer Larry Junior was crying of emotion. “No need to thank me boy. Your daddy better grow into SMM. Next year we’ll compete together in the SMM category and he’ll be even smaller compared to me.” Uncle Steve said as he slapped the naked butt of the officer. “Now go to your daddy and make him huge! It’s an order.” Uncle Steve said without even looking back. I saw officer Durham quickly changing into his uniform and getting back into the police vehicle. “Come on, boy…Uncle is famished!” He chuckled scooping me from the car and carrying me in his massive arms down to Sam’s Dinner. “Sir…you just rejected a trigger like that?” I asked dumb folded. “Heh, I know Larry for a long time, he’s good people. I want him to have some fun too. Besides, Junior was just intimidated by my size, he wanted his father could be that big. I felt everything he felt during the moment I probed his mind. “You did what?” I asked in surprise The humongous muscle man just shrugged his gargantuan muscles. “I probed his mind, it was easy. When someone worships my muscles they become open to me, I knew he had trigger potential so I just gave a push in the right direction.” “So you just…triggered a trigger? Is that even possible?” “We both saw it is. I liked that trick, allows me to have more guys making me huge...great potential. “How can you grow like that without food to feed your muscles?” I asked still remembering that he was starving. “Beats me kid, I only know that more food will make more muscle!” He grunted and lifted me from the ground “Shit…your cock is gonna burst through the thong any moment now.” I chuckled. “Yeah, I think we can do something about it…” My immense Uncle said as he carefully released his mega massive cock from its transparent prison and right away inserted into my butt, and the most shocking detail was that I seemed to slide into such humongous prick so smoothly and sensually. “Damn, it feels so good to be back inside you boy.” Uncle Steve said as he fucked me mid-air. He did all the effort, I had no control whatsoever over anything. My legs were so further apart I could not even feel anything but the pressure on my bowls and the increasing pleasure on my prostate. I came every 20 or 30 thrusts of the immensely thick, and inhumanly veined long cock inside my anus. “Time to make you look even hotter, boy…” Uncle Steve moaned as he felt my body changing, I felt my skin tingling, my face itching, my whole being was being remade as the huge SMM fucked me mercilessly. All I could see was the growing masses of my silver haired monster. I had no clue SMM’s transformation could have so many different angles and be so incredibly delicious as well. The power was increasing between us. I felt my mind being dragged into the warp of muscle growth for my Uncle as he changed me further as well. “Fuck…growing AGAIN!” I heard half-conscious as Uncle Steve grew even bigger from his mighty orgasm, becoming even more massive, having even more inhumanly gorgeous muscles engorging his frame. He expanded, augmented, refined, developed, evolved, transcended as his muscles grew, his physique unfolded, his senses increased, his mind reached new heights. I felt the muscles growing around and inside me, I felt my own body changing, something was happening. I felt more energized while my limbs felt thicker and my cock ached for unloading again in such short time. Uncle Steve came inside me and the pressure was so intense I felt my hole would blow, but then it just felt incredibly good. I moaned as my monster man just supported me and entered into the lake, which didn’t stand very far, we were both attached, because his cock was so hard and my butt was so tight around it. I felt the cool water waking me up, my butt still attached to my immense Uncle Steve’s cock, he was just swimming on his massive back, and I was facing his hot abdominal muscles. “How long was I out this time?” I felt so embarrassed. “Relax, it was only for a couple of minutes. I didn’t fuck you for 8 hours. We still need to go have lunch. It was just a reminder.” “Reminder?” “Yeah, a reminder that I love you, but I’m too much for you, Johnny. I need to have more guys because I want to love you without hurt you. I am only going to get much, much bigger.” Uncle Steve said looking at the sky and hugging me so gently. “I understand it, sir…I really do. It took me a while, but after last morning, I completely trust you. We are in this together. You, me and all the triggers you need.” I replied confidently. “That’s my son.” He said unplugging me from his cock and kissing me manly. I felt so proud when he said that, but then as I touched my face, something was different. I looked at the reflection in the water and nearly fainted. A younger Uncle Steve was looking back at me. I mean, we have always looked similar, but this was different. I was a spit image of Uncle Steve, perhaps a bit buffer, because my muscles seemed even bigger, my legs, thighs and butt were just bodybuilder like. “You’re my son now, I made you look exactly like I would have looked if I joined bodybuilding in the early teens. You are now a 18 years old better version of me. I love you, son.” He said kissing me once again. “I love you daddy…” I said at the end of my breath, shocked and amazed with all the changes in my physique. “Good, because now we need to have lunch.” He said as he carried us out of the lake, and to my surprise, the emerging silver monster was just immensely bigger than I last saw him. “I am 6’8” now and 1,650 pounds of hard hot senior muscle!” Uncle Steve said without even looking at my shocked face. “How can you be so sure?” “The same way I can tell you are 5’7 and ½ tall 212 pounds of powerful muscle. I love these proportions for you, so you will be like that for a while, or until you get too small for me to fuck. Gotta keep up with daddy, boy.” I gulped. “It’s not just your muscles is it? Your mind…” “Yup, developing further too. I know for a fact, almost SMM’s don’t get smarter. That’s why most of them are still so small.” “Uncle Steve…what will happen to you?” “Everything, boy. You will understand it soon.” He said as he carried me back into the car. Uncle Steve just ripped the passenger’s seat and made himself comfortable in the back seat. “You’d better drive now boy. I have too much mass to do it.” He said spreading his massive legs. I just got in the driver’s seat and rearranged it for my new stats. “Sir, you’re over a foot taller than me, and over 8 times heavier…” I realized “Yep, and soon I’ll be much bigger.” Uncle Steve grinned as he reached for my shoulder and gently squeezed it, although I felt the tremendous pressure. I realized at that point, that the world as I have known so far was ended. The Age of Muscle Gods was upon us. End of Part V

Juggernaut pt. 12 Jamal slowly opened his eyes and took in the first thing he saw…the wide and masculine adams apple of Luke Cage. Jamal was large by any man’s standards, but the black onyx whose rising and falling mountainous chest he lay on was absolutely god-like. Jamal could easily grow to these proportions, but last night he had allowed Luke to remain the biggest, and to take Jamal as he saw fit. Jamal could remember the pleasure…and the pain. Such intense and pleasurable pain…he was able to shut off his immunity for just that moment, and in his slumber Cytorrak had healed the bruises from Cage’s thighs slamming into his ass driving the hero-for-hire’s obelisk deep into Jamal’s prostate, the cuts and scars from the fingernail grooves in his back, on his traps, the soreness of his jaw popping in and out of socket from the monstrous tool shoved down his gullet…and he had loved every minute of it. He turned his head upwards to see a flashing white smile and deep brown eyes staring back at him. Full lips moved to kiss him lightly on the forehead. As he placed his hands on the large chest of Luke Cage, Jamal pressed against the mounds to get up out of bed, noting that the chest didn’t move under his weight. As he went to shower, Cage stared at his lover saunter over to the bathroom and disappear into a warm shower. Elsewhere, Doctor Strange looks at Wan…”Now, Wan. It’s time”. ******************************* Matt walked into the Bear bar down the block from his house. It was a slower night at the bar…nothing but the regulars going to have a beer or two just to get away from the house. At 950 lbs. of bearish muscle mass, Matt immediately drew the attention of everyone in the bar. Matt waddled over to the bar and ordered a whiskey. The bartender looked at Matt, and Matt exchanged looks deep into the eyes of the bartender. Matt could swear he could see into the very soul of the bartender. The poor bartender, although about 270 lbs. of rugby beef, didn’t stand a chance against Matt’s hunter green eyes. Matt suddenly mumbled, “Pleasure me.” Almost as if in a trance-like state, the bartender walked from behind the bar and stepped in front of Matt. He grabbed Matt’s wife beater and ripped it down the center exposing the powerful hairy chest of the demi-god. The shirt continued to tear relieving the gut where six powerful blocks of abdominals poured over. The Bartender, Will, grasped the nipples the size of kiwis and began to suck and tease them. Matt noticed the ring on Will’s finger…he had a partner…but Matt didn’t care. Will had the lust, and Matt commanded that lust. Matt growled in pleasure as Will continued licking down his muscled belly and eventually clamped his mouth around Matt’s engorged cock. The rest of the bar stopped and took notice of the worship fest at the bar counter. Matt could feel their lust…they wanted him too, and he had more than enough. “CUM!”, roared Matt as the entire bar began jacking themselves into a frenzy. Will shot a load while sucking Matt’s dick, and that’s when Matt felt it. He wanted to grow. “Make me fuckin grow!” he yelled at Will. Will stopped sucking on Matt’s cock and moved behind the monster. Matt suddenly knew how this worked. He bent over exposing his large prostate to Will. Will slowly entered Matt, and that’s when it happened. Torrent after torrent of cum shot from Will into the massive bear, and Matt began to pump…he began to grow. “More”, growled the growing beast, and other bears from the bar began to move towards Matt. Two shoving their cocks into Matt’s mouth, cumming down his throat, contributing their offering to the growing demi-god. Matt’s muscles exploded, his already gargantuan cock growing even larger. He continued taking cum offerings from bear after bear, until the entire bar was spent. Matt felt Will collapse on his back from the constant outpouring of his own seed. After shaking off what now felt like an insect Matt stood up and looked in the glass shelving behind the bar. He was a god! At 7’4” and well over 1200lbs. Matt was a sight to behold. Will looked up at him and said please, don’t leave me. Matt glanced at his main contributor…”No, I will reward you.” Matt grabbed Will by the neck and gently hoisted him to Matt’s dick. “Drink slave”, commanded the giant. Will took what little of the head he could and began to swallow the pre-cum. Will could feel his strength returning and then some. He felt his body began to pack on size and mass. His belly blocking out with abs and growing; his chest heaving with mass; his legs growing huge and powerful. Matt bellowed a laugh as he saw Will grow, stopping him at what he estimated to be around 400lbs. of grade A bear beef. Matt patted his servant on the head and then picked up the still groggy Will over his monstrous delt…walking back toward his restaurant. All that sex and orgasm had made him hungry… ******************** After Jamal and Luke had finished getting dressed, the duo made their way to the kitchen for breakfast. Near the stove they found an oriental gentlemen dressed in some type of ancient robe. He introduced himself and Wan and snapped his fingers abruptly. When Jamal opened his eyes, he and Luke had been transported to an ancient house. It looked like the Xavier mansion, but much smaller. Suddenly a middle-aged man with graying temples stepped forward. He was dressed similar to Wan, but something told Jamal that this was the person in charge. “My name is Stephen Strange”, said the man. “I have transported the both of you because of an impending war. The Norse god, Loki, has once again tried to take Asgard from under Thor’s nose, and I believe he means to distract you while he does it so you won’t interfere.” Suddenly, Strange flashed an image of Loki in front of the heroes. “Doesn’t look that tough”, said Cage, flexing his pecs under the tight yellow shirt. Jamal glanced over to see the massive chest heave up and down. At 2200 lbs. Cage was a sight. Jamal had not yet grown back to his overwhelming size, so still at 1700lbs. he was the smaller man. “Loki is not someone to underestimate. My goal is to not have you engage him. Let his brother handle this mess. No doubt Loki will try to engage you somehow…the question is how? I’ve tried looking into plans, but so far, Thor is the only person who has been in contact with Loki. It seems for now, you two are safe. I’ve transported you here so that your mystical energies will be hidden from Loki’s gaze.” Jamal guessed he didn’t have that much of a choice in the matter. Loki didn’t look tough, but Jamal had seen Beast-men, men who could change the state of their flesh, and men who could make you do their bidding with a single thought…he even thought he saw a woman control the weather once…but that couldn’t be right…could it? Either way he was here with Luke, and that was all he needed. He was also happy that all of his friends, including Matt, would be safe from Loki. ************************ The bell rang as the door opened in the restaurant. Matt waddled in with Will draped over his shoulder like a toga. “Sorry, we’re closed,” shouted the host. “You’ll close when I say.” The host looked at the giant lumbering to a booth. The booth was meant to sit 6 people and curved in a semi-circle. The table in the middle was bolted to the floor. With one hand, Matt snatched the table from the floor and tossed it across the restaurant. With a slow night, the restaurant had three workers. Matt sat at the booth and spread his arms and legs across, exposing his vast mass and muscle gut, as well as his monstrous dick. He placed the sleeping Will on the floor and called his staff to him. He could feel their fear, their lust… “Feed me!”. With the same greenish tint, they brought tray after tray of food and fed the monster…Matt’s gut heaving with serving after serving. Soooo much food… After they exhausted every tray, Matt looked at his staff... “Now for the main course”, as he licked his lips greedily eyeing their raging hard-ons. To be continued…?

Rodd Kepler is a reputable soldier in the US Army and has been enlisted for several years. He has been decorated numerous times for his courage in battle during the Iraq and Afghanistan wars. During these deployments, he has been assigned several units to help train and promote to higher positions. He was promoted himself to sergeant not long ago because of his excellent leadership skills. Despite his dominant presence, deep down he has a very warm heart and cares tremendously for the majority of his recruits. A few of them are still around, but are not under his leadership anymore. As part of his new rank, he turns rookies into fearless fighters and makes them stronger men as well as more responsible human beings. The current crop though is leaving much to be desired. As he screams in their faces, they just look at him as if they could care less if they are there or not. He always makes them push harder as a result. Some will fail but there are always a few strong ones that don’t. Those who make it through basic training form incredible bonds with him and each other as a result. He secretly admits to himself that he enjoys making these men work their asses off because he knows that they will get stronger both mentally and physically. He loves seeing their heads down in the mud as they push their bodies to the limit as well as making their legs swell up as they go up and down the tall hills located in behind the barracks. There are four soldiers in particular that are passing the tests he places on them. They seem to enjoy the pain and anguish involved in this type of environment. Kepler is starting to treat these four young men differently from the other recruits because he can see that they can be pushed harder and even bullied without any type of ramification. He decides to introduce them to the weight room that is normally reserved for the upper classes like him. He wants them to try and push their bodies to crazy levels through advanced training methods normally used by the bigger men in the army. Some days as he watches, he imagines their muscles pumping up to twice their size as they grunt and groan with each rep. He has made eye contact with two of them in particular on more than one occasion when they are lifting which has lead him to think that they might be a tad fond of him. He has been able to hide his affections for these soldiers so far, but it is becoming increasingly tougher as they get bigger and stronger. One night as Rodd reads a book on his bunk in his personal quarters, he notices a shadow moving across the wall beside him. Before he is able to get up, a massive hand reaches in from the corner of the side wall and cuts him with a blade directly onto his arm. He winces in pain as the blood gushes out and lands on the ground. As he jumps up from the bed to run and get something to stop the bleeding, he looks down and notices that the wound is already healed. The large figure’s shadow he saw on the wall has already disappeared as well. He stops in his tracks and begins to wonder if he just imagined the whole ordeal completely as he feels a bit lightheaded. It is at this point that he sits back down and feels a huge amount of pressure coming from the middle of his body as he looks down to stare at his chest. To his amazement, Rodd’s sculpted body is beginning to grow at a fast rate. The fatigues he is wearing are now being strained to the max as his muscles fill every single inch of space in them. The intensity in the growth is starting to increase exponentially as his pecs shred the front of his undershirt as they push themselves upward into his neck area. He can feel his back muscles splitting the seams along the sides as his lats burst out making his shirt blow freely in the wind. He feels his legs ripping through his pants as his exposed massive veiny quads are immediately enveloped in a forest of thick brown fur. From hearing the sergeant in the next area over making loud moaning sounds, Kepler’s first officer Hendricks rushes into the room and jumps back in shock as he barely recognizes his superior officer. Instead of saying anything at all however, the first officer walks over to the growing behemoth and slowly starts massaging his mountainous back. The thick round curves are slightly shielded by a layer of fur as Hendricks feels every hair. The ripping sounds continue as the top and bottom part of Rodd’s shirt rip open exposing the top part of the two engorged muscle balloons that are now the sergeant’s glutes. His hands make their way down to them as he slides a couple of fingers into the top part of the crack. The sensation makes the huge man moan deeply as he turns around to face Hendricks. Apparently, the young soldier is one of the two men that Kepler is aware of being into him. Seeing that the huge musclebound sergeant’s shirt is failing to stay together, Hendricks tugs on it as the green fabric rips away from the sergeant’s expanding bullneck before tossing it to the side. He leans in to nurse on Rodd’s newly formed silver dollar nipples that are pointing towards the floor now. His swollen hairy pecs are extremely sore from the unbelievable growth cycle but Hendricks’s tongue lashing on both nips makes the big man growl in delight as he wraps his arms around his young officer’s back and pulls him into his immense chest. His abs are emerging wider and thicker than before as a thick forest of black hair grows in between each individual cavern. Hendricks moans deeply into his superior’s soaked muscles as he feels the power growing from within the sergeant’s torso. He manages to peel his head away from Kepler’s body to turn his head so he can watch as he hears both of his master’s arms swelling as each vein pops before they expand just beneath the skin. Hendricks reaches over to grab the huge baseball sized bicep mounds as they become softballs before growing even further into huge grotesquely molded melons. Hendricks’s cock is aching wildly in his own fatigues as he reaches down quickly to adjust it. The sound of the sergeant in agony is making the young soldier struggle to keep from exploding cum all over the floor. Rodd’s muscles are growing faster than his skin can handle. Hendricks can see the sergeant’s triceps reacting next as he puts his hands on each one feeling the horseshoes stretch wider as they pop against his fingers. Sergeant Kepler squeezes his expanding forearms up against the young soldier’s back as the round baseballs explode into engorged veiny softballs. The sweat from the hairy behemoth is completely soaking Hendricks’s undershirt as his nicely developed upper body becomes more visible to the superior officer. When he looks up a few seconds later, he watches as the sergeant’s head swells slightly to accommodate his new hulking frame. His shoulders and delts double up on each other as his neck muscles push further outward till they nearly meet the edge of his face. His former clean shaven skin is now sporting a thick brown forest perfectly across his face as the hair on his head disappears. His gorgeous brown eyes peer directly into Hendricks’s green eyes as they moan at the same time. He lifts the smaller man up to his mouth to lock lips and start worshipping each other. With the bottom half of his fatigues falling apart, Rodd reaches down and tears the rest of them off to free up his giant hairy calves and quads as they continue to grow. His huge veiny cock swells bigger and more powerful than ever before as it stands up searching for somewhere to go. Sensing this, Rodd starts to move the young soldier down towards his massive member. Hendricks nearly yells knowing that he is about to be penetrated by something that could split him in two. The sergeant stops moving and holds the concerned officer with one of his arms while arching his head up to look at him with his other arm. Without uttering a word, he reassures Hendricks that he won’t purposefully hurt him. He then softly tells him that he must do this to assure the young soldier that this will be worth it in the long run. Hendricks is still wearing his fatigues but has underwear on underneath them. Before he can prepare himself to be entered, Kepler’s meaty rod busts through his fatigues and underwear and starts stretching the young soldier’s hole. He wraps Hendricks’s legs around his waist so he can maneuver his cock slowly in inch by inch. The small man groans feeling it moving deeper into his bowels as it massages his prostate. His own bloated balls feel as if they are about to explode as his cock spills a river of precum inside his wet underwear. Kepler is trying to be as careful as he can with the young soldier since he wants Hendricks to feel more pleasure than pain. The sensation inside the young man’s hole is making the huge sergeant leak gobs of precum along the walls of his anus making him go even deeper. Hendricks is pounding on Rodd’s back now as the superior officer begins fucking him harder. The thrusts are causing the soldier to cry out in ecstasy which is beginning to wake up the rest of the men in the barracks. The sounds the two men are making are getting the attention of Hendricks’s bunkmate Reese as he enters the room and notices what is going on between them. Kepler notices he is standing there with a shocked look on his face and smiles as he motions for the soldier to come over and join them. Reese seems quite apprehensive even though he is rubbing his crotch quite vigorously trying to keep himself from getting too excited. Reese is the other soldier that has made eye contact with the sergeant on more than one occasion. He isn’t as social as Hendricks is, but has been known to talk to Kepler about some things that have bugged him in his life. The physical transformation he has overtaken since he joined the army is beyond dramatic since he was quite heavy when he started basic training. Now however he has developed quite the beefy frame. Rodd has grown quite fond of him physically over time and now wants to act on his urges especially with his new immense appetite for more muscle. He continues to motion to the young soldier to come over and even wants him to take the lower half of his fatigues off. Reese finally gives in after a little coaxing and slowly drops them to the ground as he makes his way over to the huge muscleman, who is now carrying Hendricks as they get down on the ground to get more comfortable. His thick cock now stands just inches from the sergeant’s face as Kepler sticks his tongue out to lick the head lightly to catch the pool of precum that is dripping slowly out the throbbing slit. The sweetness of it makes him growl as he grabs Reese around his back with his arms and pulls him in to gulp down the swollen tool. The feeling of the sergeant’s throat against his cock makes the young soldier moan loudly since it is a feeling he hasn’t felt in quite some time. Kepler sucks furiously trying to get him into a steady rhythm while he continues to fuck Hendricks. Both of the men having sex are massaging Reese’s beautiful chest which looks extremely pumped from all the training he did earlier in the day. His huge bubble butt is being worked over by Kepler’s hands as he slaps each glute before sticking his thick fingers inside the young stud’s winking hole. The hormones are flowing freely from within Reese’s mind as he moves over to sit on top of Rodd’s huge pecs to fuck his mouth as he gets closer to shooting his huge load. Kepler picks up the pace on his cock and senses the flood approaching as he stops to open his mouth to catch the white explosion. The young man yells as his seed flows down the sergeant’s throat making Kepler’s whole body shutter as he relishes the thick goo. The huge superior officer can feel himself getting closer to bursting as he stares down Hendricks and wonders if he will pull his pole out before he unleashes his boys. To his amazement, the eager bottom doesn’t budge and awaits the huge beast’s cum rush. To push the sergeant over the edge, Reese punches on his giant pecs to make him feel surges of pleasure throughout his body. Every time he does this, it forces Kepler to shoot a ribbon of goo up inside Hendricks’s hole. The young officer, who himself is trying to hold back, manages to pull his own six inch prick out of his underwear to spill his load onto the hairy behemoth’s bloated chest. After a few minutes of this prodding by Reese, Rodd has probably shot at least twelve times inside his eager bottom. As Kepler laps up the cum still flowing from Reese’s big cock, Hendricks can hear the sergeant grunting as the beast’s legs begin growing even wider around his own body. He reaches over to massage them as he feels the muscles in both quads stretching and pulling their way further outward. Reese turns his head and notices this happening as well. He runs his hands up and down the muscle monster’s chest massaging both bloated mountains as he feels both nipples swell up and drape down even further like teardrops. He continues to run his hands down the sergeant’s growing chest to feel his abs thicken and tighten up like rocks made of solid granite. Kepler’s arms are making loud stretching and ripping sounds as he wraps them around both young men so he can take turns kissing them and making them want him even more. As he tightens his grip around Hendricks, he can feel the smaller man starting to grow in his left arm. He growls loudly feeling the bottom wince as a giant rip starts down the back of his fatigues as his muscles explode in size. It doesn't take much longer before Hendricks’s expanding body forces Kepler to ease his grip on him as he feels it being forced away. Reese gets in on the action as well as he feels Kepler pushing him down to his cock which is being forced out of the growing bottom’s ass. He plunges his throbbing rod into the soldier’s mouth and thrusts in and out rapidly knowing that his seed will feed the beefy man’s body with the lust it so deserves. He greedily sucks harder waiting to feel Kepler’s balls react as he awaits the river to eventually flood his insides. Rodd’s grunts grow louder as Hendricks leans over to lick the huge veins running down both of the hairy beast’s arms. Reese’s work on Kepler finally pays off after a bit of work as the sergeant unloads his thick cum into his gullet. Every monstrous jet causes major changes in the beefy man’s body as the first few conjure his lower body to explode in size. Kepler can hear the loud popping sounds radiating from Reese’s feet, calves, quads, and hams as a giant forest of hair emerges from them to coincide with his new massive muscularity. The next few jets are causing the growth to quickly move into his chest and upper body where he can see Reese’s body hair getting much thicker to coincide with the amazing set of heaving pecs he is now sporting. His stomach is forming into a superbly shaped muscle gut that makes both Kepler and Hendricks swoon in delight as they feel its roidy elegance. Reese’s growing traps are now literally forcing his head to realign itself especially with the newly emerging striated muscles that are forming in his neck and face. His massive hairy chest is even pushing his body away from Kepler’s own as he wastes no time continuing the worship of his superior beastly officer. Rodd goes back to worshipping Hendricks again once he sees that Reese is finishing his growth cycle. He pushes both of the young behemoths away for a few seconds so he can flip himself over to give them a chance at his hungry meaty ass. He reaches around and grabs Hendricks to pull him into his waiting hole. The power bottom begins humping him relentlessly moving between slow thrusts and extremely fast ones. All while smacking the sergeant’s immense hairy back and rubbing his bunkmate Reese’s huge hairy bulging chest. They grin at each other for a moment before they both decide to take turns ramming Kepler with their cocks. When one of them is busy fucking Kepler, the other one is shoving his rod deep down inside the sergeant’s throat. Amazingly, all three behemoths reload almost instantaneously once they finish unloading. Every time they do this to each other, more growth results. The room itself will not last much longer if this persists. They are beginning to push their weight against the walls which is causing them to shift. The cracks on the other side are starting to get the attention of the rest of the soldiers as they begin to file into the room. It is now anyone’s guess as to how this will end.

Juggernaut Pt. 11: Green with Envy Under the starry sky, about two blocks from the Atlanta Sports Complex, walked a tall, dark-haired man. Lean and built, his body was covered from neck to knees in a long overcoat. The only thing one could make out in the pale moonlight was the greenish tint in his eyes. Something about them looked god-like, yet sinister. He walked and walked until he came to a buffet restaurant. This HAD to be the place. As soon as he thought this, a large individual strolled into the alley carrying trash to the dumpster. This man was large...even more so than the largest mortal that Loki had seen. A grin crossed Loki's face as he approached the big man. "Excuse me, sir." "Yeah...," said the large man. "Are you Matt?" "Whose askin'?" "My name is Lawrence," lied Loki who shook the big man's hand. Loki explained that he was from the Xavier School. Matt knew about that place. Some months ago he went there with his former lover Jamal. He thought Jamal would be happier there, and for a while so did he. However, he had to special powers, and really loved running his restaurant so he returned to Atlanta. He had had no issue keeping his muscular form. It seemed no matter how much he ate and worked out, he never actually got any bigger. He had been 550 lbs. since that last night before Jamal left. "Lawrence" explained that Jamal had moved on, and took out a cell phone and showed it to Matt. Matt looked at the screen and saw Jamal with what looked to be a mountain of a man...tall, bald, and way larger than Matt could ever get. Jamal's dick was buried deep into the ebony giant and as Matt scrolled through picture after picture, he began to remember his feelings for Jamal. Suddenly, a tear drop glistened as it fell from the muscle bear onto the phone screen. "Well..." , Matt said as he wiped his huge forearm across his face, "It seems that he's happy. If you're done making my night shitty Lawrence, then I'll have to ask you to leave." Loki looked at Matt. He saw the envy, the jealously, the lust...and that's what he needed. "Matt, how would like to be like Jamal...to be able to grow powerful, command power, and wield it as a weapon?" Matt looked at the slender man and thought about the offer. "I can see you are in need of a demonstration...", said Loki. With that, Loki's eyes turned a shade green and Matt began to double over. Matt could feel the rush of power as his body suddenly expanded. His chest pumped larger and larger; quads and calves ripping through his pants; his arms engorging with strength. Matt slowly regained his stance and looked at his now 900 lb. frame. His features were even more masculine...his torso hair had become even more rugged, and his dick was now a monstrous 15 inches soft. He walked over to the dumpster and grabbed both sides. Squeezing with a fraction of his strength, the sides of the dumpster surrendered to the power Matt now possessed. "I'm afraid I haven't been entirely honest with you Matt. My name is Loki, Norse god of trickery and mischief. I have been fighting an endless battle and I am in need of a sub-deity if you will. For years, I've been wanting to conquer Asgard from that lump Odin, and have one thing standing in my way...your ex-boyfriend." "No, Im not gonna hurt J", snapped Matt. "You can take this muscle back". Loki smiled, and said, "I don't need you to hurt him. I need you to love him. Distract him so he can't stop me...you're going to find it hard to resist because I'm going to give you the power of lust. You will be a demi-god among these insects you call humans." Loki snapped his fingers and Matt began to glow a tint of green...the same green from Loki's eyes as he disappeared into a puff of smoke. Matt suddenly awoke in his bed, groggy...body hot and sweaty, but noticed a change. He lumbered to the mirror and looked at the gigantic frame staring back at him. He was huge...just like he'd been in his dream. Looking at his clock, Matt realized he had overslept and the restaurant had not yet been opened...He called one of his part-time employees, and luckily, they had opened the restaurant on time assuming that Matt was sick...so sick that he;d been in bed until the evening. Matt looked desparately through his closet and needed clothes...in a green tint, some shorts and a wifebeater appeared on Matt's bed big enough to fit his new size. He decided the nearest bear bar was the place to go, and proceeded to leave his room. He did not notice, however, the face of Loki staring at his movements through the mirror as he headed to the bar. *To be continued.

Todd recently started his new job at the Bridgestone Fire House and is quite excited to show off the body which he has worked on for quite some time. During his first day on the job, he was constantly flexing his huge guns and bouncing his pecs to try and show up the other guys he was with. This was getting some of his station mates slightly irritated and as a result they all decided to haze him appropriately. They ended up waking him up several days in a row and to spank his ass with a paddle while laughing and taunting him constantly. He was extremely mad about it at first but after a while he admitted to himself that he liked getting the attention they gave him. After being humiliated through this time period, he eventually started to fit in with a few of them. Two of them in particular interested Todd quite a bit. One is a full blooded Italian named Stefano and the other is a Brazilian-American named Paulo. Both of them turned out to be the ringleaders of the hazing that he experienced every night. It wasn't uncommon for Stefano and Paulo to goof around with Todd in the showers each time they returned from putting out a fire. This always got the Station Manager Kinsey riled up as he scolded all three of them for wasting so much time fooling around. One particular night, Todd was lying in bed after taking a shower and was thinking about Stefano in a very inappropriate manner since he was in the bunk right above him. In fact, he was thinking about the Italian in a sexual way quite often. It wasn't too much of a surprise to see the hairy muscled stud’s cock sitting out of his boxers because he really liked how the open air felt up against it. He always saw it dangle over the side of Stefano’s bed on some nights while the Italian slept. There were even times when he could hear the Italian grunting as his cock bounced against the side of the bed. During one of these nights, Todd finally decided to play with it and give his station mate a nice little massage with his mouth. He first stroked it with his hands slowly and gently feeling its thickness and power against his fingers. The hairy Italian would lightly groan each time his cock would bounce. After a couple of minutes of toying with it, Todd arched his head underneath it and slowly gulped it down his throat slurping on it as he massages the huge hairy tool. He could hear Stefano moaning as he started to pick up speed on him. Before he could get into a steady rhythm though, the alarm in the firehouse ended up going off and he had to stop to get into his uniform and report to duty. Stefano jumped down from the top bunk and stopped to look down at his cock seeing how wet it was and looked over at Todd. He grinned realizing that the guy he was bunking with was actually quite fond of him. They rushed out to the truck and got on it to go to their next destination. Todd and the rest of the crew arrive at the site where the fire is located and everyone gets into their positions to prepare to put it out. The studly white firefighter manages to move his way inside to try and rescue someone that is trapped on the second floor but first he is met by a hulking figure which grabs him around the waist and slams him down to the ground. He starts to panic as flames begin falling from above his head as the figure makes him lie there and wait for nearly a minute before he can move any part of his body again. He closes his eyes and starts to wonder if he will ever get out of that structure alive. It is at that very moment that he feels himself being let go by the shadow as it disappears once he opens his eyes. The fire spreads throughout the house and it appears that Todd is now trapped inside. Just as he thinks he is going to burn up and lose consciousness, Todd is grabbed by someone with a very strong grip and pulled out from one of the openings that was just created by the crew. They managed to knock down a wall located right beside him to get him out. He looks up and realizes that it is his Italian housemate Stefano as he is hoisted over the man’s broad left shoulder. When Todd is carried down to the bottom of the ladder, he climbs off his friend and hugs him tightly before telling him how much he appreciates his help. Their Brazilian friend Paulo meets up with them soon after and hugs Todd from behind holding him firmly against his body. The two strong firefighters pick him up and get him back on the truck before returning to the scene to put out the rest of the fire and to get the rest of the people to safety. Todd tries to catch his breath as he sits close to the edge to watch them. After about thirty minutes, they get back onto the truck and join Todd by sitting on both sides of him. He looks over and notices that Stefano is not wearing any type of protective clothing underneath his fire suit. He tells the Italian how reckless that is after he went up to the second floor of that house and saved him from that fire. The Italian tells him that he doesn’t like wearing that gear because it cuts off the circulation to his muscles and restricts his breathing. He reaches over and puts his strong hands on Todd and tells him that he wasn't going to let him burn up in that fire because he cares about him more than he might realize. He turns to look into Stefano’s beautiful gray eyes before his own find their way towards the big pec shelf that hugs the top half of the big man’s suit. As the truck starts moving, he reaches over to pull down Stefano’s zipper to open it as his heaving hairy pecs peer out. He leans over and starts kissing on the Italian’s chest chewing on both round areolas slowly and methodically. Stefano moans deeply feeling his body tingle from the sensations as his breathing starts to get heavier. Todd unzips his housemate’s suit a little more exposing his wet washboard abs as he runs his hands up and down them feeling the slick muscles twitching as they struggle to maintain their shape. The strong stench emanating from him is driving Todd crazy as his tongue moves its way down to Stefano’s hairy crotch as he rubs his face against the Italian’s massive member as he unzips his suit all the way pulling the wet rod out before he starts sucking on it. Paulo sees this happening and moves over to start kissing Stefano on the lips. Todd’s persistent mouth worship on Stefano’s cock is making the hot Italian start to swell from within his suit as his muscles begin growing. The transformation sequence has also moved over to the Brazilian as a loud rip can be heard coming from inside Paulo’s suit. He can see that the Portuguese stud has unzipped his suit halfway down as the undershirt he is wearing rips open exposing his beautiful olive skin. Todd looks up at his Brazilian housemate and sees his chest protruding from the massive rip. His arms are stretching the sleeves as they make a loud suctioning sound from both sides of his suit. Todd turns his attention back around to watch Stefano as he allows himself to give in to his growing body. His exposed cock is lengthening and oozing thick precum down Todd’s throat as he gulps down every single drop. He can hear Paulo’s breathing getting quite compromised as he starts speaking Portuguese in a very sexual tone. His suit is getting incredibly tight as well against his tight skin as his pecs shred his shirt completely. He can see Paulo’s olive cock ripping through his jock and is now hanging freely from directly inside. Todd reaches in and tugs on it as he unzips the rest of the Brazilian’s suit. He stops sucking on Stefano to place the two huge cocks on his face. The eager firefighter strokes them together for a few minutes before docking them as he rolls the dark colored foreskins together. He leans in to lick both of the sweaty cocks while they are joined and moans as he pulls them apart and sees them both dripping thick rivers of precum. He takes turns tasting their sweet juices sucking them over and over again as it begins to give him a major rush of adrenaline. He can hear Stefano’s moans getting louder as the hot Italian’s growing muscles get so large that they stretch the fabric to its limits. The Brazilian appears to be having the same exact problem as well. Todd’s consumption of their juices is intoxicating the white man to the point that he is losing his composure. He starts sucking on Paulo's cock vigorously to make the hot Portuguese man give in to his growing need for more muscle. His legs are emerging from their confines as he pushes his cock further down Todd’s throat and unloads a giant river of spunk down the horny stud’s gullet. His ass finally breaks free from the backside of his suit as it exposes his mammoth bubble butt. Stefano can see this happening and starts rubbing and squeezing it in his huge manly hands. He feels his own arms ready to bust through the sleeves of his suit as Todd looks over and sees the Italian's 25" cannons explode through the fabric. He roars with excitement as his back muscles do the same exact thing. His chest heaves wildly as his gargantuan upper body continues to massacre the upper part of his suit. Todd rubs Stefano’s bloated chest muscles while he finishes swallowing Paulo’s load. The Italian’s growth continues as his entire lower half shreds his suit completely into two long strips. He is completely naked now as he lifts Todd up and onto his massive cock. The white stud grunts loudly as the Italian spreads his anus wide open as it pushes deeper inside him. He starts fucking him harder as Todd quickly pulls the Brazilian’s rod out of his mouth to take a breather. Todd focuses his energy on Paulo to try and will him to grow completely out of his suit. It doesn’t take long before he gets his wish as the hot muscleman roars with ecstasy when his enormous back finally splits the fabric of his suit completely open as it shreds all the way down. He tears the top half of his suit off leaving his ripped pants on. Todd manages to get his head up to nuzzle Paulo’s huge chest as he is being humped by the Italian. He reaches out to signal to Paulo to rip his pants off since they are already in tatters. At this point, the two ethnic men are well over 350 pounds while Todd is still able to retain his current size. He kisses Paulo’s gorgeous veiny forearms and tells him to flex them so he can feel them against his face. His 18" softball-sized bulbs squeeze Todd enough to make him shoot a huge load in his own suit feeling Paulo’s incredible strength and letting Stefano have complete control over his ass. The Brazilian leans down to kiss Todd on the lips and lifts him up in the air so Stefano can pull out and reposition himself to get under him to penetrate him from another angle. With the two huge men now in complete control over their white housemate, their goal now is to make Todd explode into a muscle monster like them. Stefano looks over and winks at Paulo as he positions his thick cock so the smaller man can move down on it. He quickly pumps his cock a few times inside Todd before he starts grinding the smaller man harder. Todd can feel the Italian’s balls tensing up as they swell to nearly twice their size filling up with tons of luscious cum. His incredibly deep Italian voice echoes across the top of the truck as he thrusts several times inside Todd filling the small man’s insides full of his thick seed. The feeling is so intense that Todd briefly loses consciousness before waking up again a few seconds later. His transformation seems to be inevitable as his body absorbs both behemoths massive muscle-building loads.

Voila the second part to the BEAR series, sorry that it's not very 'raunchy' I wanted to save the best parts until Troy's 18th The rest of the week went so slowly, I hadn't heard much from Bear and Ig. Ig had added me on Facebook and I'd seen him driving around. I was feeling a little hurt about it until Saturday when Jerry and I were sitting in the local Internet cafe writing out our English coursework. A black hummer pulled up outside and honked it's horn, I immediately looked up and realised who it was. "Don't tell me that's for you" groaned Jerry. "Yeah, sorry Jer I'll help you finish it off tomorrow if I can" I said, feeling guilty. "You could've at least told me about your new boyfriend you know. I wouldn't have judged you" he said, looking as I hurt as I had been all week. "Jer, I don't know what we are. As soon as I figure it out you'll be the first to know" he just nodded so I patted his shoulder and walked off. As I reached the car the door was opened for me. "Hey Troy, you doing okay?" asked Ig from the front passenger sheet, Bear was miraculously able to fit into the car and drive it. "Good to see you again Cub, sorry we 'aven't been in touch all week. We have been keeping our eye on you though" explained Bear as we drove off. "Where are we going?" I asked, I wasn't nervous simply curious. "Back to the manor, we've got a surprise for you" said Ig as he grinned back at me. I then felt a wet sensation on my neck and I jumped in my seat. "Oh yeah meet Grey, our guard dog" I turned around and saw an over-sized dog that looked like a half bulldog half Great Dane, but it's fur was a cloudy grey like it's name-sake" It took us ten minutes to get to the manor thanks to Bear's 'efficient' driving. I had never really seen the manor during the day but it was gorgeous. There were five colour full gardens surrounding an enormous fountain outside the front entrance and a massive arboretum surrounding the grounds of the house leading onto the ancient forest on the outskirts of town. "You never been here before? Not even on a school trip?" questioned Ig as he saw my amazement. "No, I only moved here four years ago and our school doesn't really do trips" I replied as grey jumped into the backseat with my and stuck his head out the window. We pulled into the garage through an automatic door and Bear threw a blindfold at me "Put that on" he ordered. I did as I was told and Ig helped me out of the car and together the two of them and Grey led me through the house. "Okay take off the blind fold" whispered Ig. I pulled it away and no sooner had I opened my eyes had the room erupted into an uproar. "WELCOME!" roared a group of half-naked muscular men and women. "Welcome to the Pack cub, this is your initiation" announced Bear as he put his barrel sized arm over me and lead me to the centre of the room. I was immediately swarmed by everybody as they all tried to hug me or kiss my cheek as though I were some kind of long lost family member. "Alright let the boy breathe" ordered Bear as he parred the sea of people until one relatively (as almost everyone in the room was over 6ft) short man stood before me with a dainty woman at his side. "Troy meet my passive Betas, Yui and Horace" said Bear as they stepped forward, Horace shook my hand and Yui hugged me. She stood at around 5ft 6 and she was quite skinny so even I dwarfed her. "It's not often Bear brings home such handsome young men, welcome Troy" she said politely as her black hair fell in front of her eyes. "Yes you're a very lucky man Troy" said Horace as he put his arm over Yui's shoulder "I look forward to getting to know you better" The two of them then walked away and I was introduced to the other thirteen pack members. All the guys gave me a bear hug and a few friendly pats on the butt, it was all just regular locker room stuff but their eyes were hungry and inviting as they walked away. I couldn't resist checking them all out. The other two women were both 'defenders' for our pack, I was told that they were basically just security for our manor and if our Pack was threatened. They also bounced at local clubs and they promised to let me in whenever I wanted. Once the introductions were over I felt a little overwhelmed. I'd never had a very close family. My foster parents, God bless them, did try but we'd never really clicked. I did love them, but I didn't necessarily always like them and they had accepted that - they said that they would always love me too but if I wanted to leave when I turned 18 they'd harbour no grudges. But now I had a whole room of people who treated me like a brother. I could tell it was genuine too, years in care homes had taught me how to recognise people who liked and didn't like you. Everyone adored me. I almost felt like crying because I'd never felt so accepted. "I know it's a little overwhelming and I'm sorry it's happened so suddenly. But I hope you still want to be a part of our little family?" asked Bear as he smiled down at me. "I'd love to" I replied as I beamed and suddenly felt a warmth emanating from the scar bear had given me. I went to touch it and felt it slowly fading away. "Excellent, now if you'd like to follow me. We have something else we think you'll enjoy" I was lead out of the room and down a few sets of steps into a cozy dining room. The smell of food on the way there had made me hungry and I wasn't disappointed as I saw the spread that had been lain out. "I heard your stomach Troy, dig in we only need you to listen" I didn't need telling twice. I immediately dug into the food, each bite set of firework of flavour in my mouth as though I were eating for the first time. "So you might be wondering why you didn't go all 'teen wolf' and start turning into a bear in your bathroom." I grunted a yes. "Well the truth is the strength of our gift is dependent on the potency of the one who inflicted it. Meaning that because you were scratched by an Alpha it's been a lot more potent so your body has to prepare for it" said Bear as he threw some of the food into his mouth. "So we need to feed you up to give you the energy and the nutrients your body needs to become a werebear and believe me it's going to be good" "What do you mean?" I grunted through bites of food. "Well let's just say before my I developed - as I was born a werebear - I stood at about 6ft. Once I transformed I shot straight up to 8ft and about half a ton, obviously I don't look like that now because I suppress it so that I can fit into ordinary life - just about" "So you're saying I'm gonna grow?" I asked eagerly. "Oh boy you're gonna grow. Strapping lad like you, still going through puberty, clawed by a born Alpha. You're gonna be fucking huge" I was so excited, I could sense my body getting ready now. I wanted to be big, it'd mean everything to me. Then I realised "How the fuck do I explain growing to 8ft and half a ton to everybody?" "We'll suppress it, make up excuses you'll be fine" comforted bear as he grinned at me. I'd finished all the food on the table but I didn't feel full "Now how about some more food?" "Bring it on" I grunted as Ig walked in with four more plates of meat, bread and cheese. He then threw a bunch of bananas at me and a whole pie. "Dig in little cub" he cooed as he drifted over to me and say besides me. I was in heaven. An hour later I finally felt full and some of the guys from earlier had joined us "Bloody hell cub, are you half whale or something?" joked one of the largest - 'Booker' (He got the nickname from his aggressive way of playing Rugby as he usually got booked and sent off) though I'd heard people call him 'hooker' for entirely different reasons. "I thought that was you" I replied playfully as I nudged his noticeable gut. He grabbed me in a headlock and wrestled me around. "You should learn to watch your tongue little cub" he grunted as he lifted me out of my chair. Eventually he let go and slapped my arse. "Alright Hooker leave him be" jested Ig as he grabbed Booker and pulled him away "besides he's not gonna be a little cub for long" "He'll still be just a cub though" noted Bear as he beaconed me over to him. I immediately walked over to him and he stood up "I'm going to help you turn into your bear form now, okay?" I nodded, starting to get a little nervous as the rest of the guys backed away. "How?" "Well in laman's terms I'm going to have to hurt you. Pain sets off the change, but after you turn and we teach you how to control yourself you can change painlessly whenever you want" Bear put his hand on my shoulder "We need to do it today, the longer we wait the harder it's going to be for you" "Okay, I'm ready" I said firmly as he gave me a warm smile and the rammed his knee into my crotch. I collapsed to the floor in agony, crying out in pain until the pitch suddenly dropped to a low guttural roar. I felt myself get angry and something inside of me responded to it and fought it's way to the surface. I began to get up, snarling but Bear there a right hook and I flew backwards once more. This time I managed to roll and keep my balance, leaping at him again as I felt my body begin to change. "That's in cub, fight me" taunted Bear as he skillfully dodged my attempts to harm him. As I swiped at him my arms became hairier until a thick layer of fur covered them. Slowly my fingernails elongated and curled, dying black and becoming razor sharp. My arm slowly began to bulk outwards as well until my originally fairly impressive 16" arms looked more like 25". I felt the urge to bite him and as I lunged forward I realised my face had elongated into a snarling maw of sharp teeth and fur. It was then that I realised I now stood taller than Bear. In the brief moment of shock Bear transformed top, shooting past me in height and tackling me to the floor and keeping me there before licking my maw. I continued to grow beneath him till I capped out at 8ft 5" and almost as broad as him. I felt exhausted and eventually I fell asleep. When I woke up again I was in a large plush bed with my head resting on a man's chest, it was Bear. "Finally awake eh?" I heard him grumble, I saw him raise his arm and point across the room "Go look in the mirror" I slowly pushed myself, feeling a lot heavier than before. When my foot hit the floor it landed with a loud thud and I pulled my groggy body over to the mirror. "Holy shit" I mumbled as I began to feel up my new muscles. I stood at a solid 6ft 8 and at about 20 stone (280 lb). My arms were now 22" (slightly smaller than when I was a bear), but my quads had a blown up to 30" each and as I felt them I brushed against my now extraordinary package. My dick now hung near my knees, it was at least 10" soft and 7.5" thick, soft. "Wow cub, looks like all that food went to your cock" teased Bear as he sat up and patted the bed. "Wait for your hair to grow back in and you'll be one sexy fucker" I crawled back into bed next to him and flirted, "Like you?" "Damn straight" he replied as he grabbed my ass. "Fuck me lad, that's one sweet arse you got there" he growled. I shivered with pleasure as he rubbed his hand over it. I turned to him and nuzzled against him "Thankyou" I groaned, feeling warmth emanate from him. "So how about we re-introduce you to everyone else? I'm sure they're all dying to see their new hunky brother" said Bear as he massaged shoulders. "How long have I been here?" I grumbled in response - worrying about my foster parents panicking again as they'd been so worried last night. "Only an hour or two, we just need to get you down to a more believable size before you leave" replied Bear "I mean you doubled in size width ways and you're almost 7ft, no excuse can cover all that." "Heh yeah I guess you're right" I irked to myself and flexed my huge biceps before I felt myself get lifted up into the air. "Don't let it go to your head though cub, you're still just an oversized pup." teased Bear as he carried me out of the room. This time when I met everyone they were a lot more physical. Chest bumping me, throwing me around, playfully punching me, pinching my ass - which was apparently the best they'd ever seen. I was just a little nervous that I might get slapped in the dick, but they seemed to steer clear of that area - with their hands at least, their eyes were all over it. "Wow you got big." complimented Ig as he entered the room. I now dwarfed him pretty easily so I tried my luck bear hugging him and trying to over-power him with a bit of roughhousing. Though I soon found myself flat on my tight ass, "not big enough though, cub" He helped me up and patted my chest "One day" I promised, hitting him on the shoulder. "Pfft keep dreaming." he replied as he grinned up at me "You're gonna have to shrink down now anyway" "How am I meant to do that?" diverting my attention to Bear who seemed to know. He held up a chain necklace with an ornate padlock un-locked on it "I'll be the one controlling that don't worry about a thing, this is just the final part of your initiation. Once you put on this collar you are mine, my cub until either of us says otherwise" I took the collar and put it around my neck, my fingers now ready to push the lock together "Do you have the key?" "It's in the study, it doesn't belong to either of us. However, as my cub you are expected to achieve certain things and carry out certain tasks for our Pack" I nodded as a sign for him to continue. "Firstly, when you're ready you'll come live with us. Secondly, you will complete and exercise regime we set for you each week. Thirdly, once you turn eighteen you will provide certain services for me and your Packmates - a certain type of stress relief" "Gotcha" "And one final thing, you will tell me what you hope to achieve from this relationship and in your life and I will do everything in my power to make sure that happens. Okay cub?" he asked, smiling warmly now. "Yes, of course" I replied as I pushed the lock together, binding the chain and committing myself to Bear. "I love you cub" he said as he hugged me and kissed me. I wasn't as stunned as when Ig had sprung a kiss on me, Bear made me feel so at ease that it was impossible to feel awkward. As we kissed I felt his body expand around me as my own body shrank down. When we parted he stood at a lofty 7ft 3" and I was back down to around 6ft 5. I'd kept a lot of my muscle but it was relative to my new height. Bear seemed a lot bigger and his muscles all bulged out more than ever. "Did you just steal my muscle?" I asked, a little crestfallen. "I took your height, my muscles just adapted to it. The mass you lost is in that chain, look" I examined the chain. When I had been given it it was a bit dull and he lock was a bit rusty but now it looked freshly polished and thicker. The lock felt warm too and I could see a Nordic pattern on it now. "Whenever you visit you can go back to your normal size, if you want you can slowly grow yourself publicly but believe me life as a giant is a lot more difficult" he chuckled as he lead me out of the room. "Let's get you some new clothes and get you home, I don't want my little cub getting into trouble." I was given a fresh set of shirts for school and some fashionable casual clothes all in my size, as they ugh they'd been picked out just now. "How did you know what size I'd be?" "Horace and Yui worked it out for me. Becoming a werebear and gaining all that size can actually be calculated if you have the time and if you're as smart as they are. You should find they fit perfectly and all the colours suit you and your own style. They were busy researching you all week - sorry if that sounds creepy but I asked them too" "It's cool" I replied as I tried on the leather jacket I'd been given "They have really good style" "Yui does, you'd be lucky to find Horace wearing a tie with any of his shirts let alone matching up to the rest of his outfit" replied Bear as he smiled at me. "If your foster parents ask where they came from you tell them that you've become a model - Yui owns her own clothes shop in town so they should buy it." "Thankyou Bear... For everything" I replied, unable to stop my emotions seeping into my voice. He wrapped his arms around me and I felt a few tears roll down my cheek "I've never really felt at home anywhere, but being here with all of you and knowing how much you care... It's the greatest thing that's ever happened to me" "Aww come on cub, you're gonna make me cry soon" he replied wiping away my tears and kissing my cheek. Once I'd gotten dressed Ig entered the room and lead me away to the garage, he'd be the one taking me home. Before we got in the car he grabbed my hand and I turned around to him "I promise we'll stay in touch better with you this time Troy, you're very special to me" said Ignis. "Thankyou" I replied as I initiated a hug with him. "If you want you can come to my Rugby match on Tuesday?" "You play rugby?" replied Ig happily. "My dad owns the club, I'll see you there big guy" We hopped into the car and he drove me home once more. When we stopped we kissed once again, but as Ig went to put his hand on my thigh I pulled away. "Sorry... I don't think I'm ready, maybe once I know you better" I said breathlessly as I looked away from him feeling ashamed. He turned my head back to face him and grinned "It's okay cub, I can wait" he kissed me on the cheek and then unlocked the doors so that I could hop out. When I got in my foster parents were sat in the living room "Did you have a good time?" called Karen - my foster mum. "Yeah, it was amazing" I replied as I hurried upstairs whilst they gave each other a knowing glance. "Mr Winslet!" roared my biology teacher - Mr. Carmichael - as I jolted awake in my seat. "If you could be so kind as to pay me your very precious attention I was trying to teach!" "Sorry sir, I-" "Save it. Now why don't you answer some questions for me" he said snidely. "Fine" I grumbled as the class all started looking at me. Jerry and I were the only people from our year in the class so I didn't really know the others as none of the new rugby players took biology as an A level. "What is the difference between DNA and RNA?" "The sugar, DNA has deoxyribose and RNA has ribose - there are also three types of RNA and only one type of DNA" "It's good to see your remember what I taught you last year, it's a shame you couldn't in your exam" he remarked. I went to say something back at him but Jerry nudged my side. "Yeah, but I'll get it right this year" I replied through gritted teeth. "Well perhaps you should start by remaining awake. Now could you please read off the board for me" I really didn't like Mr. Carmichael, he'd had it in for me since year 7 when I'd show him up in front of our headmaster. The rest of the day went smoothly as not all of my teachers were massive dickheads, in fact they were pleased to see me and Jerry. We had training after school so we made our way to the locker rooms. Although my teachers had been pleasant, I kept hearing people muttering my name followed by words like 'roids', 'mutant' and 'freak' and it was starting to piss me off. I think Jerry could tell I was annoyed because he seemed to step between me and anybody who was muttering in case I snapped and went for them. "Don't listen to them big guy, you had a little growth spurt so what?" said Jerry as we walked into the locker room. "I know you're not on drugs, you're not cool enough to know drug dealers" he joked making me smile. As we got changed the rest of the team entered and I could feel them all staring at me. A few didn't care that much and just got dressed but most kept glancing over at me and then the whispering began as I took my shirt off and displayed my wide - now hairy back to them. "I bet he's on roids" "Or he's some kind of freak" "Well if he's on roids he won't be winning over any girls with his little package" "Nah I heard he's gay" "Pfft bloody faggot I bet-" I'd grabbed the guy by the throat and shoved him against the wall. "Shut the fuck up." I snarled at him as he struggled against my vice-like grip. "Troy calm down!" shouted Jerry as he tried to pull me away but I didn't budge. I threw the guy across the floor and he skidded over to the open doorway where Mr. Montfort was stood. "MY OFFICE, NOW!" he snapped pointing to the two of us and then to the door. We both obeyed immediately, the boy I'd grabbed was coughing a lot but didn't seem too hurt. "What the fuck is wrong with you two, rough housing in the changing rooms like children" "He-" "I don't care who started it, you two are gonna apologise to each other. You're gonna clean the entire locker room tonight and everyone's boots and if I ever see you two doing that again you're off the team." stated Montfort. "Now Mr. Clyde if you could please leave I need to have a talk with Troy" I looked down at the floor, hands balled in anger. I could hear the disappointment in Montfort's voice, I felt so guilty. "Look at me" I ordered, his voice stern but not angry. I looked up at him and he sighed, "what's going on Troy, you're a good kid. I don't expect to have to split up a fight with you in it" "I'm not on drugs" I muttered. "What? Of course you're not, you know better than that and I know you wouldn't, remember what I told you all in year seven?" "If you ever caught us taking drugs you'd make us run till we sweated them out" I replied. "And if you were dumb enough to do it again I'd feed you to my huskies" he replied, grinning at me. "Is that what everyone's been saying? That you're some kind of roid head?" "Some kind of freak" I corrected, looking away again. "A faggot" "Listen Troy, my boys are made of stronger stuff than that. You need to understand, the only reason they say that crap is because they're jealous of what you've achieved and they take out their jealously by trying to hurt you. They know they can't hurt you physically so they try it mentally, throwing insults at you and if they know they can get you riled up by it they're gonna continue to do it" "So I just let them get away with it, let them treat me like shit?" I grumbled. "Well you certainly shouldn't manhandling them. If I ever see you doing that again I will personally throttle you" he threatened. "But the best way to deal with it is to internalise their insults, they call you a freak? Be a freak, get bigger show off make them uncomfortable with it" "You want me to show off?" "Well no, just show that you enjoy being as big as you are. If they think they can hurt you they will. Though if they call you a faggot again tell me and I'll make them wish they hadn't" "Thanks Coach" I replied as I stood up. "No problem, your punishment still stands though. Now go out your kit on" he ordered. I nodded and left the room. Back in the changing rooms everyone was dressed and chatting. I went over to my stuff and got changed, my rugby kit was rather tight which made me feel happy as it made me realise how big I'd actually gotten. "You gonna be okay Troy?" asked Jerry paternally as he turned to me. "Yeah, I'm a beast remember? It's gonna take more than words to hurt me" I replied confidently. "Good, just don't let it go to your head, there's nothing worse than a cocky jock." he replied, patting my shoulder and walking out to the basketball courts. I pulled on my boots and jogged outside to practise. I'd never felt better, no-one could stop me scoring, in fact it took almost seven guys just to get me down and coach looked impressed. "Well we certainly have a strong line up this year lads but I want you to all follow in Troy's footsteps, start bulking up and eating right - but if you could not start fights in the locker room like that beast it would be greatly appreciated" said Montfort as he grinned over at me "Now give him and Mr. Clyde your boots to clean and get back inside"

Hey guys, The following is one thread from "The Ointment Store," an interactive story available at http://www.cyoc.net/interactives/chapter_92195/full.html. Perhaps someone wants to take it from here? ***** The Ointment storeadded by BlindWolf on 10/24/02 10:52In one of the major American cities, in a remote place in the Chinatown district, a small shop open’s up its doors for the first time. All the people living in the neighborhood have no idea how this shop just opened up one sunny morning. One day the place was empty and the next it was occupied. The owner of the place, seen sweeping the sidewalk in front of the store, happens to be an old, small, Chinese man. Anybody looking at him could see no wrong about the little man. He just seemed like your normal typical gentle grand father. In his shop, you can find jars of all sorts filled with ointments that could do all sorts of amazing stuff. The local people had a bad feeling about that place and stayed away from it. Those who visited Chinatown had no clue about the place and went in, curious to see what the old man had to sell. A young bodybuilder enters the ointment store.added on 05/14/07 01:27Guy walked down the street after his workout. His muscles ached all over, but it was worth it. He was getting beefier by the day, and loved every second of it. He was 21, with shaggy blonde hair, in need of a little shave. He had a youthful look to his face, but his body was something else. He was 5'10", tipping the scales at 210 pounds. He had solid muscles all over, but his pecs, ass, and arms had great development. He had been working out for the past few years in an attempt to get big, and it was beginning to look like he was going to make it, but he was getting so sore after his workouts it was getting hard to keep going. As he walked his aching bod past a store, he looked in. Ointments... tons of them. Maybe they had something for muscle aches. The store smelled funny, probably because of the inscence burning. Guy walked around aimlessly, when a little old man came behind him, speaking something quickly in Mandarin. Guy turned around, and the little man squinted. He spoke in English now "Oh, very sorry young man. I thought you were one of the neighborhood children coming in on a dare." He laughed. "Are you looking for something in particular?". Guy grinned and put his hand out for the old man to shake. "Well, I'm Guy, sir. I'm looking for something to help with muscle aches. I'm looking to get big, but muscle pain is keeping me from exercising." The old man smirked back and shook Guy's hand. "You're a very polite boy, but you do not need to call me sir. You can call me grandfather Yuan. Or just Mister Yuan if that suits you better. Follow me, Guy, I think I have just the thing for you." Mr. Yuan plodded back into the shelves in the darkness, and Guy followed closely behind, reading the jars he could. In a few moments, Mr. Yuan stopped and grasped a heavy jar of a blue-hued cream, and passed it to Guy. "This should be perfect, I think." Guy looked it over. It was worth a shot. "How much, Mr. Yuan?" He said as he rooted through his wallet. "Nothing!" He chuckled. "It was refreshing to meet such a polite young person in this day and age. Just promise me you'll come back to visit!" Guy agreed. If this stuff was any good, he'd definitely come visit. There was something peculiar about Mr. Yuan that made Guy want to know more about the shop. The two talked for a while before Guy went home, eager to try the cream. His muscles ached intensely, and he wanted relief. When he got back to his apartment, he stripped down, and did what the english instructions Mr. Yuan wrote for him said. He applied the cream over every inch of his body and rubbed it in. It was cold at first, but felt good. It was late, so Guy decided to go to bed, and see how his muscles felt in the morning. ----------------------------------------------- Guy rubbed his eyes open before his alarm went off. He sighed in relief... his muscles didn't ache one bit! That cream was fantastic! As he pulled himself out of bed, he felt a little strange. He looked down and gasped... The cream had swollen his muscles!added on 05/14/07 01:48Guy couldn't believe it. His muscles had swollen larger overnight. He had lost his amateur bodybuilder sized frame, and was now a bulky, pro framed competitor. With a grin, he stood from his bed and walked to the mirror, checking out every nuance of his inflated bod. He rubbed his pecs, checking out their new weight and form, massaged his shoulders and biceps, turned to see his wider back and bubble butt. "This... this is amazing! I'm ready to compete in a real tournament like this!" He laughed. "I gotta see how much I weigh!" He ran to the bathroom, making his legs tense and the floor shake. He laughed to himself the entire time. He stepped on his bathroom scale and grinned when it blinked the numbers 262 on it's red display. 52 pounds of solid beef overnight... not a stretchmark to be seen. Even his dick looked bigger! His mind began to mull over what could have caused this amazing change, but kept drawing a blank, until he remembered the cream. Mr. Yuan had given him what he wanted. A cream that would help his muscles soothe, so he could get big. He had to test this body out. He put on his biggest workout clothes, which were a little snug now, and assembled his other gym gear. He was out the door and on his way to a gym where no one would know him. When he found a suitable gym, he walked in and surveyed the joint. He laughed to himself when he realized he was the biggest guy there. "This is great!" He thought "I'm huge compared to everyone else here. This should be fun!" He began working out, lifting the weights he always did, but found that they were too light. He kept increasing the weights, deciding they were too light, until he found one that provided him a substantial challenge. Everyone in the gym watched him, talking about the new guy who had the body of a greek god. As the workout dragged on, his clothes felt tighter. He felt a breeze on his stomach, and looked down, seeing only pecs. Big... Swollen pecs. With a quick glance in the mirror, he could see his body had swollen even larger than when he woke up. He gulped, put the weights down, and moved his bulky frame into the scale room. He could see his massive shoulders taking on a bullish quality in the mirror as he stepped on the scale. 299 pounds... almost 40 more pounds. He heard a tearing noise as his bubble butt grew bigger, followed by a seam popping on his shirt as his lats spread. He gulped. What should he do? Guy's muscle growth continues...added on 06/02/07 12:55Guy didn’t know what he could do. His clothing was feeling smaller on him by the second. his arms felt more constricted in their swaying movement as the cloth on his back stretched taut. His legs were pushing apart with increasing amounts of muscle, his shorts were now riding around his thickening quads and his boxers now exposed by the long tears on the back of the shorts. He moved slowly and carefully to a corner in the gym's locker room, hoping no one would come in and see him, now outgrowing all his formally loose gym-wear. When was this going to stop? Thoughts raced through his head nervously. He bent his arms experimentally, flexing his arms, which had become massive bowling ball-sized mounds of solid muscle. His whole body was feeling meatier, his lats pushing against his arms, his legs pushing against themselves, his traps pushing against his widening neck and shoulders... He could not move a joint without out rubbing against muscle. He was still growing, but now a little ways of the scale he didn’t know how much he had grown... or what was going to happen. It did feel like the energy running through him was slowing down a little, but was that just fatigue or his growth stopping? Looking down he just saw a his chest, and strained fabric, which was now tearing all along his arm pits.... Guy Realizes He's Enjoying the Growthadded on 07/08/11 08:20As he watched his lats slowly tearing apart the seams of his shirt Guy realized that he didn't really want to stop growing yet. He knew this was crazy, but it was just too amazing to resist - knowing that his strength was increasing by the second, seeing his muscles swell bigger and bigger, feeling himself becoming thicker and heavier. He flexed his right arm, hardly able to believe how the new size of his forearm, biceps and shoulder, and only dimly aware that the movement had caused the tears in his shirt to widen dramatically. His shorts, too, were losing their fight to contain the amount of muscle that was continually added to his already huge frame. After a while, Guy's curiosity got the better of him, and he came out of the corner in the gym's locker room where he had been trying to hide. He walked, or rather, strutted back to the scale room, loving how muscles rubbed against muscles with every step, every movement he made. Just as he stepped onto the scale, he could hear another ripping noise, and he soon figured out that a new tear must have formed in the fabric of his shirt because his back had simply become to wide to be contained by the formerly loose piece of garment. He re-focused his attention to the number on the scale, which turned out to be quite difficult to see because his huge, growing pecs kept getting in the way. He only just managed to peek beyond the huge mounds of muscle pushing outward from his chest, and it took him a while to process the figure he had just seen. "400 pounds," he muttered. "400 fucking pounds of muscle..." Joey Services 400 Pound Guyadded by AS on 07/10/11 05:20Joey, a young, six foot tall, 200 pound man, walked into the locker room. He'd seen Guy come in to the gym earlier, and was wondering what had happened to the handsome lug. Guy had been looking particularly beefy, in fact. Joey walked through the locker room, hearing muttering from off to the side. He looked around, and on a whim, decided to walk over to the area with the scale. As he approached, he saw the most massive man imaginable stepping off of it, muttering something about "four hundred pounds." Joey's eyes went wide, and his cock stirred at the sight of the huge hunk. Then the man looked up, and Joey nearly fell over. It was Guy! "G- G- Guy?" Joey managed to croak, leaning against the wall for support. Guy looked at Joey in surprise, but a grin came quickly to his face. "In the flesh man. All four hundred pounds of me!" Guy raised up his huge arms, and flexed them proudly. Joey gaped at the sight of them, the monstrous biceps pushing up and up, tearing through the already tight fabric of the shirt, round balls of pure power, thick veins across the hard muscle. Joey's cock went mad in his gym shorts, tenting dramatically. Guy raised an eyebrow, but his grin remained. He lowered his arms slowly, and brought his fists to his hips. He rolled his giant shoulders forward, causing his lats to flare out and his pecs to bunch up. The sound of tearing cloth filled the room, as his lats pushed out and out and out, shredding the sides of the shirt. Joey gasped, a wet spot forming at his tented crotch. Slowly, Guy flexed his legs as well, his huge quads pushing out, the definition between the thick heads of muscle increasing. His shorts shredding right up the seam along each side, to just below the waistband. Guy's cock began to bulge as well. "I guess you like what you see, huh Joey?" Guy purred, his voice low and sultry. He brought his hands behind his head, making his lats spread out and up, his huge arms bigger than his head, monstrously powerful. Joey nodded slowly, unable to speak properly. Guy's grin widened, and he grabbed the collar of his shirt, which was being stretched by his thick neck. His forearms flared with power as he gripped it, and then he pulled, tearing it away, his huge torso slowly revealed at last, each muscle utterly massive. Joey let out a loud gasp, his dick exploding in his shorts, the stain across his crotch expanding as it filled with warm cum. Guy responded with a groan of his own, his dick rising dramatically. So turned on be seeing Joey cum - just from watching Guy flex! Guy slowly pulled down his wrecked gym shorts and kicked them aside. His strained underwear followed, and he stood before Joey, totally nude, 400 pounds of pure power. His cock, always big, stood at attention, pre leaking from it. Guy ran a thick thumb along its length, giving Joey a coy look. Joey lurched forward, unable to bear any more. He landed on his knees in front of Guy, hands groping those monstrous thighs, as his tongue lavished praise on Guy's big cock. "Fuck you're hot..." Joey moaned, "You've always been hot, but now... so big... so fuckin' big!" Guy groaned, enjoying the feeling of Joey's tongue on his dick. He pressed his big hips forward, pushing his big cockhead into Joey's mouth. The smaller gymrat grunted in surprise as the big head went in, but quickly got down to business, sucking in more and more, eagerly devouring Guy's big tool. The hulking muscleman started to pump his dick in, more forcefully now, groaning and shaking, his big balls swelling with cum. "Oh yeah..." Guy groaned, "feels so fuckin' incredible, bein' this big, this powerful!" His cock ached for release, throbbing angrily in Joey's mouth. Guy grabbed the smaller man's head, thrusting his huge tool in violently. Joey took it all, loving the power in Guy's body, sucking furiously. With a roar of lust and power, Guy came suddenly, his big dick expanding and then shooting a huge load down Joey's hungry throat. The smaller man sucked it all down happily, guzzling Guy's rich manseed. After the big man was finally done, he pulled out, and slowly lifted Joey up from the ground. "Thanks buddy. I needed that. Bad..." he rumbled in his low voice. Joey just grinned back. "Any time, big man!" The Power of Words added on 03/21/15 10:03Joey's words echoed strangely in Guy's mind: "Any time, big man!" - "Any time, big man!" - "Any time, big man!"... "Hey, what's wrong, Guy?" Guy shook his head, as if to clear his mind from ("Any time, big man!") some though that had gotten stuck there ("Any time, big man!"): "I'm alright, don't worry..." But was he, really? ("Any time, big man!") It was as if there was a voice in his head, calling for something - for... what? Guy felt Joey's hand on his shoulder: "Maybe your exhausted from your workout session? I mean, I've never seen anything like it. It was... It was pure, raw power, as if you wanted to become the biggest man in the world. Bigger than the Hulk, you know?" ("Bigger than the Hulk." - "Bigger than the Hulk.") Something was clearly going on here - and Guy wasn't sure he liked it. ("Bigger than the Hulk.") It was as if some enormous pressure were building up inside him ("Bigger than the Hulk."), some incredible force just waiting to burst out into the open. He looked at Joey and said: "Don't be afraid, but I think something spectacular is about to happen..."

Part 1: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/4480-how-to-make-the-rugby-team-part-1/ Sorry this took so long but this has got growth and fucking and wrestling so get over it *** Stephen got up the next morning feeling beefier than ever. He'd grown further still over night and was feeling up his own body yet again. He must have eaten a little too much to go to the muscle serum and he was even feeling thicker, softer pecs, just overall bigger. He found that barely any of the clothes he owned fit any more. They were tight around the chest and arms so before Stephen made his way to the gym he thought he'd have a little fun. He picked out a bunch of shirts, button up, short sleeved and stood in front of his full length mirror. He slipped each on one, pulling his body into this much tighter attire. He flexed his triceps and watched them ripple in and out of his sleeves, straining with each push. He then rose both his arms up into a double bi and blam! They ripped, each one, bursting open and letting his biceps out. Grabbing the shirt by its front he pulled forward and it ripped down the back, his lats spreading outward. All this power make Stephen feel great but he had to keep it in for now or he was going to be late. He slipped compression shorts, stretch tight, over his thickening thighs and throbbing cock before putting a singlet on up top. He wouldn't want to be late for coach. *** Stephen walked through the gym to his coach's office. The rest of the boys were deep in concentration, running laps around the gym. He wasn't sure if he should join in when the coach stuck his head out of the door and welcomed him. "Come in boy" Stephen sat down in the chair in front of coach's desk. Coach walked around wearing a tight pair of shorts, showing off those thick buns. He looked a little bigger from yesterday, Stephen would swear. Leaning on the desk he looked Stephen up and down. "Flex for me" "Sorry Coach?" "I said flex for me, come on." Stephen did. He pulled his arms into a double bicep pose before standing up and turning around to show off his back. He pulled his arms down and puffed up his chest to show of his triceps. He then went into a most muscular and looking down on himself he could help but get a semi. It wasn't helped when coach put his hand on his chest and started running it over his nipples. Moving back into a bicep pose coach felt up those too before standing back. "Good work kid, you look good" Coach grinned "You'll get there soon enough" Stephen was kind of disappointed with that but he knew what he meant. Looking back through the windows at the boys out there he knew what coach meant. Looking back he saw that coach, with his back to him, was disrobing. "Coach, do you want some privacy" "Aw shut up Stephen, we're all men here." We certainly were. As coach pulled down his shorts he revealed a pair of soft but chiselled cheeks, and as he bent further a tight hairy hole. Stephen's semi was quickly growing. Coach pulled of his shirt just as sensually before throwing it aside. He then pulled out a singlet, tight and white which he slipped over his beefy bod. Once it was all up he turned around to Stephen who was quickly trying to readjust himself. "So we're wrestling today" "What, why?" "It's a good way to practice tackling. And it's a great workout" As coach said this Stephen was transfixed on a thick bulge swaying back and forth "Have you worked out yet?" "Not since last night" "Oh so you've got room to grown then. Good. Afraid we haven't got another singlet for you but there's some cotton shorts in clothes bin, just throw them on, I'll see you out there." Stephen rifled through the bin full of sweaty, musky clothing until he found a pair of shorts he liked. They were tight and full of holes; they'd be perfect. He slipped off his compression pants which now had pre-cum wet spots, and put the shorts on over his jock. He then headed out coach's door. Out in the gym he noticed the rest of the men had changed in the mean time. God damn, he was sad to have missed that. But what lay before him was still a site for sore eyes. A bunch of thick, thick men, with huge chests and sometimes wide waists all fit into wrestling singlets. Coach began to command the room. "Okay men, you know the drill: pair up and let's get down to business" He blew his whistle. Everyone scrambled into pairs and Stephen felt lost. At home he felt huge but hear he felt small. Then he felt dwarfed as the top of chest suddenly fell into site. It was Mark. Stephen was taller than yesterday for sure but Mark seemed taller still. He was huge all over with biceps like steel, huge pecs over a set of soft, protruding abs. "Guess we'll be partners then" Mark grinned. Coach blew the whistle again and they assumed positions. As they began Mark quickly over-powered Stephen, pinning him to the ground. Stephen didn't let this phase him. It was barely a fair fight to begin with but he felt stronger than ever. "I'm gonna take your ass" Mark growled as he leant over Stephen. Stephen didn't mind that at all. Again they began to wrestle, their bodies entwined, rubbing against each other. Pushing against Mark, Stephen felt himself grow; underneath his skin his muscles stretching further outward. Mark kept over-powering him in the end but each match got longer and longer still as Stephen felt himself get taller, get thicker. He looked deep into Mark's eyes as their arms locked and he watched Mark's muscle tremble under his singlet, groaning in resistance. They'd roll together on the floor, pushing each other down until suddenly Stephen heard a rip. His pants tore right down the ass and fell to the floor. He was left in just a jock and singlet but he felt the top could go. Standing up from a squat he pulled it off and threw it to the side. He looked down over himself and knew he was bigger. Mark was smirking across from him, and he followed suit, pulling his singlet down over his body until it was resting around his waist. His nipples were round and hard, his chest covered with thick dark fur. They again grappled with each other. Stephen's cock was beyond hard and he could see that Mark's was beginning to poke out the end of the singlet's short legs. This was the power Stephen mustered to push Mark to the ground. He rolled him over onto his back and pressed his body up against his thick ass. Pulling his arm back he admired the thick back that lay before him. He ground himself into Mark and whispered down into his ear: "I can take your ass too." The coach's whistle blew. "Okay boys good hustle! Hit the showers and I'll see you all tomorrow" *** Mark and Stephen separated after their match, Mark striding forward to the showers as if he wanted nothing to do with his partner. Stephen took no notice, he thought he must be embarrassed to get topped by the rookie but it was no big deal; Stephen felt stronger than ever. He stripped off his jockstrap as he got in the shower and washed himself. With soap and water he wiped away the sweat and grime of rolling around on the gym floor, working his hands over his body, admiring his much larger muscles as they glistened under the water. His ass truly was something amazing. That's where he figured all he ate must have gone. He shook it in his hands and watch how soft yet firm and thick it was. He slapped it. That was loud. He went back to washing himself when he was slapped again, but it wasn't his hand this time. His ass was grabbed, a thick handful taken. He was pushed up against the shower wall. "I think you want this, don't you rookie?" It was Mark. "Do you think you can come out on top? I think it's my turn, don't you?" Stephen looked backed and deep into Mark's eyes. "Fuck me." They went into a deep kiss, tongues rolling together as they did on the gym floor earlier. They were embracing each other, Mark pressing his body against Stephens, pressing Stephen's against the wall. Their dicks were rock hard, Stephen's very quickly springing to life, Mark's now leaking with pre-cum. How long had he been watching for? They rubbed together and as Stephen left their embrace he took to it quick. He began to work Mark's cock well, sucking it deep down his throat. It was thick and vascular like the rest of him, and it gave Stephen's mouth a stretch. "Fuck Mark" Stephen took his mouth off "You knew I wanted this?" "How could I not, you couldn't keep your eyes off me" Mark took Stephen's head in hand and pushed him back onto his cock "Plus you're the rookie: you gotta help captain out." Stephen slurped up Mark's cock some more, working his full lips over the head and shaft into his throat and back out. Mark groaned in ecstasy, but Stephen wanted more. Stephen groped at Mark's chest as he sucked, flicking at his nipples and working his pecs in his hands. Mark began to bounce them as he did and he smiled. He flexed revealing the thickest fucking biceps that you could imagine. Reaching up he grabbed them and worked them in his arms. Stephen returned to the nipples as he pulled off Mark's cock, sucking them and taking Mark's chest into his mouth. Mark gasped. Stephen pull him in and whispered in his ear "You promised you'd take my ass" Mark was quick to turn him around and push him down against the wall. Mark was working his cock around Stephen's hole before he thought he'd return the favour. Plus that ass was hard to resist. He got down on his knees and pushed his face into Stephen's crack, licking up and down this tight hole. As he stuck his tongue in Stephen groaned deep and began to work his own cock as it leaked pre-cum down its shaft. Mark got up and pressed himself into Stephen, cock riding up his crack. He kissed Stephen's neck as he pushed his cock slowly in. Stephen's back arched to take it, pushing his ass further still, the bubble butt looking like a pair of beach balls riding down Mark's cock. Mark brought his hands around and with one worked the nips on Stephen's newly thick chest and the other working down Stephen's curved cock. He thrust back and forth, faster and faster as Stephen groaned louder and louder still "OH FUCK MARK!" He was riding Stephen hard and Stephen loved it. They quickly changed position so that Mark was sitting on the bench and Stephen was bouncing up and down on this hard, thick cock. His own cock bounced as this happened, hitting against his abs. All this sensation built up in Stephen to a breaking point. He arched his back once more as his dick twitched and began to spurt thick ropes of cum into the air. They hit the opposite wall and his own chest as he bounced, cumming further more as Mark continued to fuck him hard. Then Mark pulled him off and lay him on the bench on his back. Mark, thick and hairy, was looming over him, cock in hand. His pecs bounced as he worked his cock to completion, his biceps squirming as he pushed his dick to cum. Mark followed Stephen in spilling himself over Stephen's chest, and into his mouth. Stephen licked it up. Mark leant onto Stephen's chest and licked his nips clean before leaning back in a slump. "Fuck, I think you'll make a perfect addition to the team". Just then the door swung open. Stephen, covered in cum, stood up instinctively. It was coach. "See me in my office now" [TO BE CONTINUED]

Alright - part 2 is here, and it's here just to introduce some of the characters I'll be playing around with later. I guess, thanks for reading and - well, hope you like it. Part 1 here: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/4927-growth-powder-part-1/ ///// Next morning, Max woke up to a rumbling stomach. He lay in bed for a few moments, thinking of breakfast. Some scrambled eggs, bread – and a good cold glass of orange juice. It was decided, that is what he was going to eat. He lazily got up, scratching his wide, strong back, as he headed to the toilet. After getting ready for the day, he went downstairs and started preparing breakfast. His parents had already gone to work, so it was up to him to make himself some food. He got out the eggs, and prepared them quickly, with the bread and everything else he wanted to eat, sausages, ham, and bacon – he was particularly hungry that morning. He scavenged the fridge for his favorite orange juice, but was disappointed when he didn’t find it. He thought for a moment, and then he remembered the powder he had found yesterday. Quickly he got a big, tall glass of water and mixed in some of the green powder, and started eating. After he had totally scraped all the plates clean and left his glass empty – he put on a pair of jeans, sneakers, a white t-shirt that had a symbol of his favorite band on it – the “O” and he headed out. He got on the bus, and looked around for his friend Jim, he found him and sat next to him. “Hey dude.” Max said, looking at Jim. Jim was a tad shorter and smaller than Max, but was also on the soccer team, so he was fairly athletic as well, but not as much as Max, Jim took it more casually, though he did like the sport – so Max thought at least. “Sup?” Jim said. “Not much dude, like, it’s Monday, so should be kinda just… tired, but, I’m not really.” “Whatdaya mean?” “I don’t know man, it’s like, I feel full of like energy.” “That’s great dude, lucky we have gym class first – so you can like, I don’t know, blow off some steam, I guess.” They talked for a while, and eventually arrived to school. With gym class first they headed to the locker room. On his way there, Max noticed something was a bit off with his jeans, they felt a bit tighter today, and he couldn’t really understand why. Other than that, he felt great, he was ready to use up some of this energy he had. They got into the locker room, and started changing. In there, there were a few other guys like Alex and Nathan, another guy on the soccer team with Max. Nathan was the captain of the team, he was a bit bigger than Max, and taller too, standing at a big 6 foot 3. And Alex was the standard nerdy type. As you might expect he was the tiniest guy in the room, standing at a respectable 5’6’’ a scrawny, friendly dude. As Max took his shirt off, Nathan approached him, slapping him on the back: “Look at you man, you’ve been putting on some mass?” Max looked down on himself, then smirked: “Hm, guess I have.” He said, flexing his large, almost 16 inch bicep. “Wow, I’ve really grown, then again I’ve been like, working like crazy lately. Guess it’s finally paying off.” “Good for you man.” Nathan said, smiling at him. “Yeah.” Jim added, then they started talking about something, then they all saw John enter the locker room. He was a bit late. He greeted everyone and started to change into gym clothes. John was about Max’ size, he was very athletic, yet no one quite knew what sport he played, if he played any sport at all. He was also kind of a jerk, so the other guys kinda talked to him on a mandatory basis. They, along with the rest of the class went into the gym. Today, they were playing basketball, Nathan and Max got to pick their teams. Nathan picked first, getting Jim and John on his team, along with the rest of the class that was any good. So, Max was stuck with Alex and his type, but he didn’t really mind. They played. Max gave it his best, by the end of it he was covered in sweat, his face red with exertion, but, even though he was really, really good – and even better today, he couldn’t have beaten the entire opposing team on his own. They lost 20 to 46, Max was annoyed, but kept telling himself that it was just a friendly game. “Oh. My. God. Man – we WRECKED you!” John shouted in the locker room, as Jim and Nathan laughed. ‘Why are they laughing? What is up with them?’ Though Max, as he took off his shirt, frowning at John. “Dude, relax. It’s like, just a game.” “Yeah – but we still kicked your asses.” “I like, I don’t care man.” “Ooh, what’s the matter?” John started. “Grumpy cuz you lost a whittw gawme?” “Come on dude, get off it.” Max was really getting annoyed now. But John somehow looked angry as well. “Or what?” “Just – shut up man!” Max turned to John, arms spread, seeming like he had enough of him. “I said – or what!?” John came close to Max, and just pushed him with both hands, slapping his bare, meaty chest. Max was pushed back a bit, and then he was really pissed. He wanted to get closer but Nathan pulled him by the arms, he saw John try to come at him too, but Jim was pulling him back. They shouted at each other. “Look dude, I can like, beat the shit out of you – RIGHT NOW – man!” Shouted John. “Oh yeah?” Said Max, pulling his arm from his friend’s grasp as he flexed it. “Look at this man, I’d wreck you, you—“ This went on for a bit, but eventually the rest of them managed to calm them down, and they made peace. Next was algebra class, and Max was seated next to Alex. The teacher went on about something, but it seemed more in the background to Max – Alex was usually very quiet, and kinda nervous around Max, for some reason. He was usually concentrated, but today, Max noticed that something was distracting him. He looked at him a few times, noticing that he was… staring at him? Or, more particularly at his muscles. He did wear a tight t-shirt today, or did he, he could have sworn that it was a regular t-shirt that very morning. Nevertheless, Alex was sneaking a few glances at his arms whenever he could. At first, Max was a bit annoyed, but then he grew to kinda like it. He decided to play with Alex a bit. He looked when Alex looked over at his arm, and then, he flexed it, making the triceps and biceps pop out, Alex’s eyes went wide at this, Max looked down at him, Alex looked up at Max for a moment, before quickly turning his head towards the blackboard, his face turning red. Max smiled at this, and he did it a few times more. Strangely, Alex spoke up, well, whispered something to him. He usually wasn’t the one to start a conversation. “Err… he- hey.” “Hm?” Max responded, looking at him. “Is that um, is that… an ellipse on your t-shirt?” “Heh, why are you looking at—What?” Max looked down. “No it’s a circle, like an “O” –“ He then noticed that the thick slabs of his pecs underneath his shirt have managed to stretch out the red O on his t-shirt into a sort of ellipse, his eyes went wide and he almost gasped, but then, he grinned. “Nah man – it’s supposed to be a circle, trust me.” A few more classes went on, and eventually school was over. On the ride back home, Nathan looked at Max and said: “Man, you’re jacked! Look at you, I’ve been trying to put on some mass, but like, I just can’t. What do you use, dude?” “Hm? Oh – I like, just eat a lot, drink the stuff you do – nothing out of the ordinary. Guess I’m just having a growth sprout.” “Lucky you, anyway – if you do have a secret – please do share.” “Haha! Yeah, I wish. I would if I had, trust me – if I knew, I’d use it.” Max got home, put his bag on his bed and took off his (now tight) t-shirt, smiling at himself in the mirror. “Oh yeah, I’m liking this.” He still wasn’t quite sure if he’d grown so big recently, or maybe he just hadn’t noticed, anyway – he was thirsty. And he wanted some orange juice. He got down, rummaged through the fridge, looking for orange juice, and on the way eating some chicken, cheese, cake – he didn’t find any orange juice, but he was surprised at how much food he managed to eat in such a short time. “Damn. No o—Oh, wait.” He said, remembering again that he had some of that powder. It didn’t really harm hi, so, he guessed that it wasn’t bad for him, so he made himself a tall glass of it. Though, this time he put in a bit more than usual, just to strengthen the flavor. He went upstairs again – and as he went into his room, he drank half the glass. “Man, nothing beats orange juice, but I guess this’s good.” He went by the mirror, and as he did, he noticed something strange. He placed the glass on the night stand and went closer to the mirror. He looked at himself in it, and then, flexed his right arm. His muscle bunched in a large ball, as always but – it… kept getting bigger. Maybe he was going crazy or… He looked down at his pecs, he could have sworn that the two big muscles moved out a bit, thickening, rounding out. He looked at his abs too, almost feeling them… grow? What could it possibly--- He looked at the drink. He drank the rest of it, and stepped in front of the mirror. Then – his jaw dropped. He literally saw himself… expand. He quickly took off his, now very tight jeans, looking at his calves jut out more and more, his thighs expanded outwards, serrations deepening between his muscles, making them look bigger, and more defined. He flexed his forearms, seeing them too grow, almost bursting with power. He was big and strong before but now – now he was, kinda buff. He flexed for himself in the mirror, observing his big pecs jump up and down, his abs contract into small balls of tight muscle, his arm and leg muscles bunched up with power and his underpants felt kind of… tight. “Wow, yeah – no, this definitely beats orange juice.”

Don't forget to check out Part 1: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/2598-the-miracle-serum/ Sloan looks up at Brandon and seems a bit scared as to what might happen to him. Brandon grabs a hold of the tech’s shaking hands and squeezes them. He can feel Sloan’s body reacting to the injection as the tech leans into the huge hairy muscleman’s chest. Brandon holds him tightly and rubs his back reassuring him that he will be okay and that Dr. Goldmann will pay for his actions. The hairy beast pulls the syringe in his neck out and tosses it down the stairwell to join with the other one. Sloan’s mind wanders as he feels himself falling asleep. Brandon picks him up and takes him back up into the hallway towards the office and props him up against the wall next to the door to the stairs. When he goes back into the stairwell though, Dr. Goldmann is gone. The anger builds from within the big man as he grabs a hold of one of the guardrails and pulls on it, nearly tearing it completely away from the concrete floor beneath it. After venting for a few moments, he composes himself before walking through the opening in the wall he created. After entering, he hears some rustling from behind the wall close to where he is standing. It sounds like there are two men arguing back and forth with each other about what they should do with the man lying on the floor. It doesn’t take long for Brandon to realize that they are talking about Sloan. He bursts through the side wall and turns to stare at the two men as one of them, a dark-skinned and fairly muscled one holds Sloan in his arms. He quickly runs the other way as the other one stands his ground. This other man is a much smaller light-skinned lean fellow who doesn’t seem all that concerned about the huge naked man standing in front of him. Brandon storms up to him and tries to wiz by to go after the man that has Sloan. The white man manages to knock him down and stomp on the huge man’s back to make him yell in pain. He starts talking to him in a very condescending tone. ‘So…..you must be Dr. Goldmann’s new pet project. It appears that your first dose has worked out pretty well.’ He stands on top of Brandon for a few seconds before getting off his back and moving his boot down to his crotch to rub it on the huge man’s ballsac. The muscle man groans as the man continues to torture his testicles before rolling his thick cock back and forth. Brandon tries to get up, but the man warns him that he will crush his cock if he attempts to do anything stupid. The man can see that his other associate has made it off the floor with Sloan so he takes his boot off Brandon and starts to move towards the same path. The naked muscleman manages to grab the white man around the ankles and drags him to the ground. The man tries to kick him in the face but barely gets a reaction out of Brandon. The hairy man crawls over to restrain the smaller individual. ‘Who the fuck are you people, what is this place, and where are you taking Sloan?’ The man smiles and seems completely calm with the whole scenario he has been put in. ‘Ohh well you will discover that some of the people you thought you knew may not be who you thought they were.’ Brandon can feel the man’s body starting to vibrate a bit as the restrained man starts laughing hysterically. The man’s polo starts rising on his chest as his muscles swell underneath it. The nude behemoth is taken aback by this and is trying to figure out how this could be happening. The man’s pants stretch to their limits as his growing leg muscles begin pulling the seams apart. He flips Brandon off his chest and into the air as he gets on all fours as his pants continue to shred against his expanding quads. Brandon lands about ten feet away as he cracks the floor tiles with his huge frame. The man looks down at him as his head starts swelling slightly. The man yells ‘FUCK YEAH!’ as his shirt splits down the back as his delts and lower back pull the fabric further away from his body. It also appears that this man is starting to glow a bit as his skin begins changing to a gold color. Brandon can see what is transpiring from where he is and starts to scoot behind him. The man grunts as his entire outfit falls off onto the ground. His small frame is completely swallowed up as his body continues to stretch as his muscles flex and tense bigger than before. His biceps now resemble watermelons as he sits up and throws his mammoth arms up into the air. He gets up and moves toward Brandon which freaks the hairy man out. The bloated white behemoth grabs a hold of him and throws him down on the ground once again as the floor begins crumbling beneath them. The man continues to swell as his sheer size eventually has them falling through numerous floors beneath them. His gold colored paws find themselves around the big man’s thick neck as he tries to strangle the muscleman unconscious. Brandon attempts to kick the massive brute in the balls, but the growing behemoth’s monster crotch hardly feels a thing as they finally hit the bottom level of the facility. The force behind the landing causes the man to lose his grip on Brandon and he rolls to his side. Brandon picks himself up from the rubble and starts to scurry across the room towards a nearby door out of what looks like a security area. He can hear the gold-skinned man groaning under his breath as he proceeds to open the door. He turns to look at him one last time and notices that the man’s cock is stretching even bigger than before. It quickly glides its way past the man’s 12-pack before climbing up between his engorged muscle mammaries. He starts moaning as his grapefruit sized balls twitch several times as they start pumping cum into his two foot python. Brandon can’t believe what he is seeing in front of him as the giant pole pushes its way down the man’s throat. He can hear loud gulping sounds followed by really deep sighs as the man massages the huge rod lovingly with his huge paws. The growth accelerates as he does this which makes Brandon rush out the door and down the entrance hall towards the exits out the medical complex. He can hear walls collapsing behind him as he gets within a few feet from the way out. Earth shattering roars from inside the security area makes the building shake violently as he manages to get through the front doors. He looks up and sees a helicopter 1000 feet above his head hovering as the circulating air causes him to fall over onto a nearby grassy area. Floors are now heard collapsing from inside as the man’s two story sized arms come bursting through the sides of the building. His head follows through the top floor as the whole building is lifted completely from its foundation. The helicopter’s side door opens as the dark-skinned man that Brandon saw earlier peers out from an angle and launches a rocket at the muscle monster’s head. It nails him right between his eyes and knocks him backwards. The building disintegrates before the man lands on the property directly behind him. The aftershock from the destruction sends Brandon into the air as he goes flying into a building across the street from the complex. He loses consciousness for a few seconds before coming to again. He is unable to move at all as book shelves go cascading down on top of him. He can hear the helicopter getting closer to him as he looks over from the corner of his left eye and sees someone jumping into the opening. He can feel the shelves being pushed off him which makes him panic just a bit. As he turns his head to look up, he gets punched in the face several times before he is unconscious again. Brandon wakes up several hours later in a dark room hooked up to what looks like a metal gurney. His arms and legs are bound in three sets of restraints which complete limit his movements. He hears someone whispering not far from him which gets his attention on his left side. The man’s voice seems really weak to him. ‘Brandon……I thought you were dead. The serum you injected into me seems to have worked. They have been trying to make me transform for hours now……but they don’t quite understand…..’ A voice comes over the intercom system in the room. It is calm and collected. ‘Is this true Mr. Blackmon? Wait, what is your name again…..*looks at his list*……ahh yes, Sloan is it? You were supposed to be a good little man weren’t you? Heinrich handpicked you out of dozens of our other new recruits to come work with him on this project. I should have known that you would get cold feet and decide to take matters into your own hands. Now I must try and figure out how to harness that power swimming through your blood now.’ Two doors open from both sides of the room as two large men walk over to where Sloan is and start wheeling him out of the room. He yells at Brandon and tells him that he must find a way out or he will become another victim like the man that ended up growing into a giant. The voice on the intercom starts talking again in the same calm tone as before. ‘So…..Mr. Brandon Fielding is it? It appears that the first stage of your transformation has gone without a hitch, don’t you think? Your body responded as I expected…..ohh and don’t worry, Dr. Goldmann will be back to his regular self again soon enough.’ Brandon grunts several times as his skin gets redder once his anger accelerates. The voice sighs a few times before they start speaking again. ‘Mr. Fielding…..there is no need for you to get all riled up now is there? If you need a little bit of relief, I can come in and help you calm down.’ Brandon stops making noise before he yells something at the voice. ‘Who the fuck are you and what the fuck are you going to do to Sloan?’ A door from directly in front of Brandon opens as someone walks through it. He turns to look forward as the figure draws closer to him. With the lights starting to turn on, he can see that it is a man in a lab coat wearing black pants and boots with a headset on. The man stands in front of his gurney and smiles in a very confident way. ‘Who the fuck am I? Why would you talk to me in that manner Mr. Fielding? You are not in a position to really make any kind of demands don’t you think? As for Sloan, he has actually done me a favor or rather you both have done me a favor by mixing normal DNA with the reversion serum I have created. Probably saved me months of research in the process…..hmmm…..I should thank you both.’ Brandon’s anger rises again as he feels his skin turning beet red once more. The man puts his hands on the restrained muscleman’s legs and feels the rage emanating from him. He takes them back off and walks over to Brandon’s right side. ‘You could possibly be going into stage two now Mr. Fielding. That man that you encountered outside Goldmann’s office was Terry Lohman. He was another client of Heinrich’s that was progressing quite well. Unfortunately though, he thought that using several vials of the muscle serum at the same time would help him become the top soldier in my organization. I had to put a stop to that, you know?’ Brandon’s anger subsides once again as his skin returns back to its original coloring. ‘Hmm…..very interesting Mr. Fielding. I wonder how you would react if I stimulated your cock just a bit.’ The man reaches over and pets Brandon’s appendage slowly as it immediately starts to rise. It rubs up against the man’s hands as he continues to massage it. Brandon moans lightly feeling the tingling from inside his body increasing. The man smiles as he continues to speak to him. ‘Ohh my gosh, I forgot to introduce myself didn’t I? My name is Dr. Ross Bloodstone and I am going to be your doctor today. What exactly are you feeling at this moment Mr. Fielding?’ Other entries in the Muscle Doctor series here: The Facility: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/2496-the-facility/ The Facility Part II: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/4896-the-facility-ii-the-return-to-where-you-started-living/ Muscle Doctor Part 1: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/3533-introducing-the-muscle-doctor-part-1-of-2/ Muscle Doctor Part 2: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/3600-introducing-the-muscle-doctor-part-2-of-2/

Well, Growth Powder title is the best I could come up with for now - I'm aware that it's quite a generic title, or at least one that might have been taken before. I've done a bit of searching and haven't found a story called this, but if there is one please tell me so I can change the title, just to avoid any confusion/conflict/whatever. ///// It was a hot afternoon, and Max was out – riding on his bike, up on a hill near the place he lived. It was summer, and the Sun was hot – Max stopped and placed his right foot on the ground, squinting, he looked over the suburbs. He took off his shirt and took a few glugs of his water from a water bottle he brought with him. He was breathing heavily – his legs hurt from all the pedaling, he rubbed his left thigh with his hand, letting the sun hit his skin. Sweat was pouring off him, now – he was an athletic young man, playing soccer for the school team, but even for him, this ride was a bit hard. His thighs and calves burned, so he got off his bike, and sat down on the grass near him, just to rest. He leaned back on his elbows, laying down, stretching his legs. His chest was still going up and down, the pectoral muscles clearly visible on it, below them was a clearly cut six-pack, that showed just how in shape Max was. Still, even though his legs were strong and large, the bike ride up had taken its toll. ‘My God, that was fun.’ Thought Max, as he relaxed in the summer sun. He then looked around, and near him, he noticed something sticking out of the ground. He got up, standing up – all 6’1’’ of him – and slowly headed towards the thing, whipping off some dirt off his butt. ‘What’s this?’ He thought, as he got down on one knee – the pain started to go away slowly, and was replaced by a very nice pump – that was visible, as his muscles on his legs bunched up, clearly differentiated and fairly big. ‘Oh, it’s… it’s a fridge. That’s weird.’ He opened what seemed like a lid of a portable, small fridge – and he peeked inside. “Well, hello.” He said as he took out a jar filled with green powder – he read the label and raised his brows. ‘Oh my God – I know what this is.’ He stood up, looking at the jar, a bit confused. ‘This is a drink of some sort. I remember the commercials on TV. You like, dissolve it in water and drink it – at least that was the idea until the product was canceled some years back, before even reaching the shelves. Hm, I wonder if…’ He looked for the expiration date, and found that it was still ok to drink. He opened the lid and put his finger inside. He took a bit of the green powder and licked it off his finger. ‘Mmm… tastes like lime.’ He thought, closing the lid. ‘I wonder how this got here, actually I wonder why they never released this. Actually, the whole company kind of closed after that. No, wait – they rebranded. What were they called…? Oh, wait – they went into making bodybuilding supplies after that, weird turn. Wonder what happened, who knows… I’ll just take it home – hell, why not.’ Max strapped the jar onto his bike, quickly forgetting the few other jars of the stuff in different colors still left in the portable fridge behind him. *** He reached his house, and got in, after putting the bike into the garage. He put the jar on the table in the kitchen and went to get a shower. The shower felt great after a whole day of biking, though he was glad he got to exercise. After he got out of the shower, he looked at the scale near him. He stepped on it – it showed 190 lbs, Max nodded, satisfied – knowing that it was 190 pounds of pure, lean muscle. This got him thinking, how big was he now, he hadn’t measured himself in a while. So he took the tape measure from the cupboard, and started. ‘Hmmm…. Height… 6’1’’, that hasn’t changed hm?’ He thought, as he wrapped the tape around his biceps. ‘Yup, 15 inches – nice. And chest…’ He had a bit of trouble with this one, but he managed. ’48…. Waist…’ He slid the tape around his waist ‘…25 inches.’ He flexed his bicep to himself in the bathroom mirror and smiled – looking at his lean, tall self. ‘I like this.’ He thought. Then, he put on his clothes and went to get something to eat – he was starving. Then, he noticed the jar on his kitchen table. ‘Oh right, I forgot about this.’ He quickly took one spoon and mixed it in with some water, as he got some food from the fridge. He went over to the TV, sat down on the couch and drank the whole thing at once. ‘Wow, I was thirsty.’ He thought, as he began to eat. ‘Hm, what day is it tomorrow? Oh, right – Monday. Ugh, oh well, can’t wait to see the guys at school I guess.’ [but, what this 18 year old did not see at that moment was what was happening inside his body. There was a reason why the product was cancelled – and it was because of the… interesting side effects it had. Inside, the powder instantly became absorbed into his bloodstream, carrying almost magical nutrients to his muscles. The dose he took wasn’t that big, so he didn’t even notice the changes that were occurring. Underneath his clothes, his pumped thighs grew ever so slightly, gaining more strength, as he laughed at the cheesy jokes, his abs contracted, yet – they too were bigger, like his pecs and arms, in fact he whole had grown a bit – then after a few minutes – it stopped. He would probably attribute it to the pump, but either way – now he was a bit stronger, and a bit bigger.] ///// Well, here's a new story, this is all just a short set up, I'm hoping to make this one longer, more varied and interesting with more characters than before. He's just found the powder, but there's still a whole lot left in the fridge, and who knows what will happen if he decides to share this at school. Anyway - hope you like it.

Writing another (less serious) story that'll hopefully involve more muscle growth and m/n So here's a teaser for the characters, if I could draw this would probably be a better teaser but this'll have to do XD Characters for story Main: Troy (Pre- BearBite) Height: 6ft 3" Weight: 13 stone Age: 17 Gay Eye colour: Light Blue Hair colour: Black Family: No blood relatives, foster parents no siblings Shoe size: 13 Interests: Food, jogging, rugby, getting drunk, gaming Werebear Alpha Name: 'Bear' Height: 7ft Weight: 25 stone Age: 30 Hair colour: Brown Eye colour: Silver Bisexual Family: Pack, Iggy Step-Brother (Aggro Beta), Father deceased (owned country manor), Mother missing, Step father (owns rugby club Show size: 20 Interests: Sleeping, Eating, Rugby, Eating, Weight lifting (Bites Troy) Werebear Aggro Beta Name: Ignis (Iggy) Height: 6ft 5" Weight: 18 stone Age: 25 Hair colour: Dirty Blonde Eye colour: Light green Gay Family: Bear (step-brother) , Pack, Father (Owns Rugby club) Shoe size: 13 Interests: Cross country, Swimming, Horse riding, Chess, Paintballing. Werewolf Omega Name: Oscar (Oz) Height: 5ft 4" Weight: 10 stone Age: 18 Hair colour: Light Blue Eye colour: Turquoise Gay Family: Pack & Gran Shoe size: 9 Interests: Art, Music, Dancing, Cooking, Socialising (Can't stand being alone) Werebear Passive Beta Name: Horace Height: 6ft Weight: 14 stone Age: 27 Hair colour: Pale blonde Eye colour: Blue Straight Family: Fiancé (Yui), Pack, Mother and Father Shoe size: 13 Interests: Cooking, Rugby, Cycling and Painting Werebear Beta pair Name: Yui (You-ee) Height: 5ft 6" Weight: 9 stone Age: 29 Hair colour: Black Eye colour: Brown Straight Shoe size: 6 Family: Fiancé (Horace), Sister (Kyla), Two moms Interests: Singing, Music, Gym and Rollerskating Troy's human friend Name: Jerry Height: 5ft 8 Weight: 7 stone Age: 17 Hair colour: Black Eye colour: Dark blue Straight Shoe size: 9 Family: Mum, Dad, Two sisters (14 & 16) and One brother (28) Interests: Basketball, gaming, music, anime.