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Here's a story inspired by K.A.Z. Art "Sean. http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTUCI2gO6Y/TTk5BfTwrJI/AAAAAAAAAXU/WxG4Hj81keQ/s1600/Sean.jpg ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Looking at pack animals, their system of hierarchies and leaders varies. Often, there is one that's in charge, but often times there is more of a social instinct. Look at the wolves. Usually, the biggest and strongest in the pack is the alpha male. He must kill the previous alpha male, and keep others under him. Thus, the biggest and strongest genes get passed on. Another example is that in certain primates, when a male succeeds in more battles, and mates with more women, he becomes the alpha. His coloring changes, and he tends to become more aggressive and promiscuous. When the alpha begins to lose battles, or mates begin to turn him away, he returns to his original colorings. Humans follow some other primates, in that, in our evolutionary history, there was a alpha male system. But beta males began to gain the affection of the females in the pack by bringing them food. This pushed the human social system to function more as a family unit, while still keeping the "appeal" of the alpha personality or body type. But what would happen, if a gene of our previous ancestors, somehow made it throughout humanity? Most of the mechanisms wouldn't have carried on most likely...unless...someone got really lucky, that is. Now, Sean was lucky in multiple ways. His parents were both very tall, his father standing 7'4", and his mother was 6'6". They were also broad, strong people. Easy gainers, if you will. They were both active, but neither really attempted any type of intense weight lifting. Sean did. And Sean was good at it. Not only that, Sean was good at a number of things. How'd he get the awesome size genetics (and then some) of his parents, as well as being incredibly smart? He was coordinated, he was handsome, he was well hung. And also...his genetics... You see, for whatever stroke of luck, Sean had gotten an alpha male gene mutated into him. Whenever he won, whenever he charmed a girl, whenever people stared at him praising him, admiring him, lusting over him... His body would react to the feeling. It was shifting into a primate Alpha Male mode. But instead of his face turning yellow, or his ass swelling up, or whatever weird shit monkeys do... His body pumped out wave after wave after wave of hormones. Growth hormone, testosterone, whatever other hormones are used to make an 18 year old boy grow taller, bigger, stronger, more hung, faster, broader, and whatever other positive descriptions you can think of. Now he had this kind of praise his whole life. More and more, his body respond, especially after puberty. It was weird for him, growing taller than everyone around him, like he was leaving them behind. At the high school gym, when he'd load the weights and break another record, the cheers around him alone almost pumped his muscles larger. And today, after the big football game, he never had more of it in his life. College recruiters swormed to the game. The state championship game. The high school football field was completely packed with spectators, and he was the star player. Every person he plowed down, every touchdown he made, every failed attempt to tackle him, stroked his ego more and more. The audience cheered for him. The cheerleaders cheered for him. Anyone attracted to men couldn't ignore the lust that clouded their mind for him. As the game wore on, he could feel his clothes tightening around his body. He felt his shoes pinching his toes. He felt his sleeves and pant legs sliding up his limbs. He felt this kind of intense explosion of testosterone and manliness before. but never to this extreme. he sweated, trying hard to keep his body from reacting to whatever was happening to him. It kind of scared him. But it felt...Really good. He wanted to let go. But for some reason, he didn't want to do it with all this attention. He didn't know what it was...He was just a kid. After the game, there were cheers and celebrations. Of course, Sean's team won. But Sean was no where to be found. How could a big guy sneak off so easily? I dunno, fuck you, mind your business. He walked through the hall of his high school, toward the locker room. He just wanted a few moments of privacy. He felt like he was holding back and orgasm. He didn't want to get hard and jizz his pants in public. But all the other players would definitely be going to the locker room. He quickly ducked into the girl's locker room. It was after hours, no one would be going in there. Why would they? He forgot about the cheerleading squad, though. A bunch of the hottest 18 year olds that somehow all went to the same high school and were also 18 by coincidence and were all very open sexually. Did I tell you how lucky Sean was? So he stood, in the locker room, looking down at himself. He finally let go. And bit by bit, he watched, smiling, almost laughing, as his body swelled up before his eyes. He couldn't even fathom what was going on. He felt amazing. Like his entire body was swelling with pleasure. His penis, growing erect as well as larger, was growing the fastest. He could feel it sliding down his thigh, and pushing against his pants. He looked down, to see it undoing the seams of his pants as it grew and hardened. The cheerleaders stood in the doorway, frozen in awe. They questioned their own sanity slightly, seeing this giant man growing even bigger. Then, they each had an orgasm. Sean was too engrossed in the miracle of his body to even notice the girls yet. One fell to her knees, and another began moaning. Sean turned around, just as his giant dick ripped from the pants and swelled quickly to it's fully erect state, larger than it had ever been before. At the sight, another girl fell to her knees, and all the girls instantly orgasmed loudly. This sent a feedback loop to Sean. Never had his body had so much praise, lust, and attention, and never so must sexual feedback. The insanely intense feeling... Amplified... possibly to be continued but I dunno I'm lazy

Here is the first of a 3 part story that I have written. Parts 2 and 3 will be coming soon. Please let me know what you think. This was LA. This was Friday. This was his last chance... This was going to be the one....but little did Ray know that the interview he thought he was going to, had nothing to do with the ad he saw in the local newspaper. He had no idea that it was for much more than just a role in a new movie. It was for a life changing role that would embark him on a journey like no other. The man Ray would audition for was not a talent scout, not an actor, and had nothing to do with the movies at all. His name was Rob, and quite simply, he had invented a potion, if you will, that had a side effect that not only made a person change their appearance, but turned them into something inhuman...no superhuman and Rob had taken it himself only less than a week ago. But we'll get to Ray's story soon enough.... Professor Rob Wheeler was a college professor for chemistry at one of the local universities. He had his own private lab in a 2 story building that was all for him, his classes and his experiments. He had been working on a solution that would help injured sports players to recover faster and get back in the game almost immediately, thus lowering insurance costs for the university. He had an assistant, Cory - a jock from the football team, but last Friday, Cory had gone back home for spring break. On Sunday Rob had been tinkering with the formula or elixir as he liked to call it, trying to get all the parameters in sync and just when he thought he would never get all the elements to come together, the Cohesion Alarm went off on the computer and Rob yelled with joy as all the ingredients seemed to fall in line together. He ran a few more tests and found that the elixir would not be harmful to humans, but rather it seem to be the rejuvenator that he had hoped for. Since it was late as night and there was no one to be the guinea pig; he would have used Cory, who was always a willing participant, he decided that he would test it on himself; doing it in the name of science. He laughed at the over dramatic thought. After he drank it, everything seemed normal and he wasn't sure if it had worked. He went to the lunchroom and got out a yogurt from the fridge and he plopped himself down, somewhat moping in front of the computer in the lunchroom. He started surfing the web and realized he was really horny, so he decided to open his Tumblr account instead of looking at the soft voluptuous naked girls, he began to look at all the hot muscular naked guys that were on his dashboard. His breathing increased and he was starting to get more turned on than he had in months, but it was all due to the hot muscular jocks that he was looking at. Then he envisioned Cory, all buff and naked in the shower that he would use after coming from practice. Rob began to rub his crotch and moan, then, just before his cock hit its full hardness, Rob felt an intense pain and fire well up inside him, but this wasn't a normal pain, this pain ran through his entire body and it made him feel like he was slowly catching on fire, everywhere. It continued to increase as Rob screamed in agony. The pain was becoming more than he could take and he fell off his chair and curled up in a ball. Then Rob passed out. He woke up 3 hours later. When he got up, the pain was gone and instead he felt amazing. He noticed that some of the tables and chairs were all pushed up against the walls of the lunchroom. He got up, and in needing to take a huge leak, he went into the bathroom. He leaned against the wall, closing his eyes, as his cock sprayed out what felt like a fire hose amount of piss. With his eyes still shut he flushed the urinal and turned around to splash some water on his face and that's when he looked in the mirror. What Rob saw, was not himself. He was looking at something that could only be seen to be believed. Staring back at him, he saw that the elixir turned him into a muscle monster. He was almost 7 feet tall and every single inch of him was blown so far out of normal proportions that he looked like he was even beyond what a superhero comic would like. Beside his enormously huge muscle, he was also the proud owner of an inhumanly huge cock that no one else in the world could possibly take and live to tell about. He stared at himself over 15 minutes, examining every inch of himself. He wasn't upset or dismayed over the result, instead it turned him on like nothing he had ever felt for inside at all. As he performed his self-examination his cock grew and grew until it spewed copious amounts of cum shattering the mirror and covering the bathroom. After his explosive orgasm, Rob collected himself and walked back into the lunchroom. He had to duck to turn almost sideways to fit through the doors. In the lunchroom, his clothes were nowhere to be found until Rob looked a little closer. All of his clothes, including his lab coat and even his shoes, had been shredded off of him as if they had honestly exploded off his body into very small shreds of material, since it looked like a blast radius from where he had been laying on the floor when he had passed out. No he knew what the tables and chairs were all pushed against the walls. His hunger was insane and even after he devoured all that he could get his hands on in the lunchroom, he called for 10 pizzas and paid for them via credit card, and left the instructions for the delivery guy to leave them in the foyer of the building so he would not have to show his new body to anyone just yet. but the thought did cross his mind, about grabbing the boy and shoving his huge cock deep in the boy's hot ass, to which he quickly discarded the thought, knowing quite well that he would end up killing the young man. After finally becoming satisfied with his hunger, Rob had a hard time thinking about anything else but his new humongous body. The thought of his experiment was put on the back burner as all day Sunday, he either worked out in the gym in the basement, to which there was no amount of weight that was a challenge to him, or he would spray room after room that he was in with huge amounts of cum. Every time he would cum his desires to fuck and to be worshipped increased. When those desires crept up on him, he would go back down to the gym and concentrate on anything else that he could. He had been naked the entire time, but as the night came the temperature dropped into the teens, he looked for something to cover his massive body up. He might as well have tried to cover up a Mack truck. Then he found some large drapery in one of the rooms and he used them like a toga. Even with all of his efforts to try and not let his hormones get the best of him, Rob would still have to jerk off and cum at least 8 times a day. Then on Tuesday night, when he had ordered 15 more pizzas he was losing the battle to control his hunger to fuck. When this pizza boy came to the door, Rob noticed he was a college jock that was one of his students. He played football and was a wrestler and he had an incredibly built body himself. His name was Jim and he was straight as arrow and dating one of the head cheerleaders. He was always talking about pussy and banging his girl in all different positions and places. As Jim dropped off the pizzas in the foyer, Rob stood in the shadows and watched the jock, waiting like a lion to pounce on its prey. Any reasoning for the boy was gone in his mind and only the will to fuck, cum and be worshipped was what Rob was now about. He could actually smell the testosterone omitting from the young man's body and his cock grew and covered itself with quarts of precum. Rob began to breathe even heavier and his body began to sweat. Since this was the first time he had been within talking distance to another human, Rob was about to find out just what was one of his special powers that his new body now possessed. When Jim walked into the foyer, he immediately knew that there was something different, something bizarre going on. Even though Jim couldn't see Rob, as he stayed in the shadows as much as possible, he could feel his presence. In fact it was a huge presence that was near him and it began to excite him. His mind started reeling about the gym, and the showers and they men there. He began to envision, the men having sex and it excited him even more. He could feel the horniness in him growing. Jim had no control over it and his body began to pulse with sexual excitement. The Jock dropped the pizza's on the floor and then stood up with a glazed look in his eyes. He began to inhale deeply as if inhaling a wonderful scent. He licked his lips and clinched his ass cheeks. A moan escaped his lips and he began to run his hands over his body and he tweaked his nipples through his Pizza Hut uniform. He again began to moan, even louder now, as he began to rub and manipulate his crotch as if he was extremely turned on. His cock started to ooze out precum and soak his boxers and a wet stain became evident on the front of his trousers. "Oh My God!!" was all the boy could say as the rush was completely over taking him and he took more of the most amazing smell he had ever felt. It was the pungent smell of Rob and his precum and cum soaked body as well as the musky smell of the cum soaked building that was taking over control of Jim. He didn’t even have the sight of the muscle god, Rob, to warrant his immediate and overwhelming desire for him. Jim began to undress himself until he was completely naked and jacking his cock feverishly, and he began to say quietly that he "needed" it. "I can't help it, I can smell you. I need you. Please. I can smell you. I need it. I need your body. Whatever it is or whatever you are I NEED YOUR COCK!! I NEED YOU IN ME!!! FUCK ME FUUUUUUUUUUUUCK ME" And then Jim began to cum and cum until he passed out and collapsed on the ground in the foyer. Rob walked further into the foyer and pick up the boy, and put him on a cot in one of the rooms and locked the door. He went back to his lab and sat on the floor, as no chair would hold him any longer. He took off the drapery toga and bent over, putting his 18 inch cock in his mouth and he sucked his own cock for a moment until he fired volley after volley of his sweet hot thick cum, into his own mouth and down into his stomach. Even though he didn’t fuck Jim, this satisfied him for now and he fell asleep. When he awoke, he heard Jim moaning again and he went over to the door. The moaning became louder and Rob opened the door. There on the cot, Jim was jerking off again and when he saw the monster of muscle before him, he jumped from the cot and preceded to worship the god before him. Now, even though Jim was straight, he could not think of anything or anyone else, but the muscle god that he was feeling, sucking and giving himself completely for. Since Rob had just woken up, he was not ready to fuck Jim, yet, but he was enjoying the worshipping. He picked up the boy, holding him with one arm above his head and he stuck the jocks cock in his mouth to receive yet more cum that had not ebbed from the jock. It was like drinking for a Sippy cup compared to his own enormous log, but he loved tasting the different juice. He literally sucked the guy dry and placed him back down on the ground. Jim, continued to moan and his cock continued to jerk itself as if he were still cumming, yet no liquid came out. Rob, smacked the boy across the face and Jim yelped. "GET AHOLD OF YOURSELF, YOU INSIGNIFICANT FOOL. YOU'RE A LIKE A LITTLE SCHOOL GIRL. I NEED A MAN TO WORSHIP ME AND YOU MUST GROW A PAIR TO BE ABLE TO DO THAT. NOW SETTLE DOWN AND COME WITH ME!!" Jim followed his new god, like a puppy to its master. As they walked down the hallway toward the foyer, to get the leftover pizzas Jim asked a question, "Sir...a...am I dreaming?" Rob turned around and picked up the boy so they could be face to face. "NO YOU ARE NOT. YOU ARE ALIVE. YOU ARE HERE AND YOU ARE NOW MY SLAVE" and Jim smiled, because now, there was nothing else he wanted. Across town, Ray began to get up, fix himself some breakfast and look at the paper. He was so tired of working at Home Depot and going to audition after audition and not getting anything. Not even a small walk on role. Plus there was so many men in LA, but not a bite for over a month. LA had turned on him and he was tired of it. Then he realized that his friends even hadn't called him in days. And just like that, just like yesterday, Ray was depressed. No man, No Acting Jobs, No Friends. No life. "God, could something happen, PLEASE!!" to be continued...

Took me forever but I finally finished another chapter of this old story. Problem is, when I thought of it, I didn't expect there to be so much for a new chapter. Oh well. Comments are appreciated. Part 1: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/1510-belly-down/ Part 2: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/1525-belly-down-part-2/ Part 3: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/1530-belly-down-part-3/ Part 4 Casey shuffled in his sleep as the night progressed. He wasn’t conscious enough to be frustrated that he wasn’t sleeping with his phone music playing in his ears. He was still coming to and hearing something nearby. Thump……grunt……thump……..grunt……thump……grunt…. Casey pulled his eyelids up in a squint as he looked up at the ceiling of the athletic dorm with his nose wrinkled and his brow furled. “Wha….” he grumbled as he could hear the sound a little better. Thump……grunt……thump…..grunt…..thump….. Casey looked over to his roommate, Kenny’s bed and concentrated into the darkness to find his bed empty. Rubbing his eyes a little, Casey over again and thought he saw something move and duck under the bed. He went silent and his senses peaked a little as thought that, for a moment, there was another creature besides he and his roommate in the room. Every few seconds, something went up into view slightly before quickly ducking back down. Casey sat up a little, expecting a mouse or a lost wild animal but, rather than that, he found something a bit stranger. The timing of the floor thumping and the grunt were in a perfect rhythm that didn’t slow down as Kenny proceeded to do pushups on the floor. Casey was wide eyed looking at what must have been a familiar red head doing pushups on the floor. Kenny was glistening in the moonlight as he dripped sweat from head to toe. Kenny was wearing nothing but a pair of boxer briefs that were clinging to his body as they were the only thing he was wearing. Casey was unsure how to react as he saw Kenny lift himself up and down at a steady pace for more than the entire 2 minutes Casey had watched trying to figure out how to respond. “Kenny?” Casey finally asked after realizing that Kenny might not finish doing push ups at the speed he was going. Kenny was in a zone of his own, taking deep breaths and grunting without hearing Casey. Casey started to snap into Kenny’s ear as he’d proceeded to return to an upward position. It was only then that Kenny stopped and realized he was no longer the only one in the room conscious. Quickly, he sat up as if he hadn’t just done n uncounted number of push ups and quickly went over to his gym shorts and shirt in an attempt to quickly cover himself. “Casey! Shit! I’m sorry, I thought you were asleep!” “I was but then I heard noises. Were you just exercising, buddy?” Kenny was silent for a moment as though he were weighing the odds that he could get away with pretending that he wasn’t just trying to push the floor down. He sat down on his bed and crossed his legs, pressing his hands on each calf. “Yeah….” Casey could see that Kenny was having trouble figuring how to handle the situation and smiled a bit. “You don’t have to be shy” he said. “Once in a while, exercise works fucking magic to get you to sleep.” He was relieved to see Kenny become less red with that comment. Casey propped himself up on an arm and scratched through his bed head. Kenny looked up and his cheeks reddened some at the sight of Casey waking up in his shirtless state with his muscles bulging in the light with his beautifully shining hair.. “You’re really full of energy, huh?” Casey asked. Kenny nodded. “I couldn’t sleep cause I felt like I’d end up beating my head against my pillow. I can’t figure out why I’m so wired.” “Did push ups help?” Kenny looked down as though he were ashamed, which Casey thought was cute. “I’ve been doing them for a while.” “How long?” Kenny didn’t respond this time. Casey got the hint that they were still not close enough for him to speak the truth clearly. Casey yawned, covering his mouth, and shrugged. “Don’t be ashamed just because I’m here, man. I’m sure you’re still glowing after killing the competition yesterday AND killing your weights. You worked hard to break your PA.” Kenny didn’t respond again but that was the perfect opening for a voice to ring in his head. You definitely worked but you're not tired are you, came a voice. Kenny tightened his grip on his calves as he heard Nick awaken within his mind. Casey continued to speak. “Just be sure not to tucker the shit out of yourself, OK? I got work tomorrow so you’re on your own getting a ride to class. Maybe you can get a ride from Tex?” Kenny looked at the ground as if contemplating what to do but he couldn’t hear his own thoughts with Nick speaking. Tex? Oh, I didn’t know you kept some side beef on the side. You’ve already got a beef cake right in front of you. You hungry boys and your appetites. Kenny spoke under his breath without thinking. “He’s not beef. He’s Tex.” “What?” Casey said, hearing Kenny say something out of earshot. Kenny looked up and scrambled what to say. “I said….um….we’ve got beef. He’s been really shady lately.” Nice save, Nick said. “Kenny, we both know that if Joe is in a bad mood, it just means he’s having a great day. When do you not expect him to act that way?” Casey asked. Hmmm, interesting, said Nick. Kenny was having trouble keeping up on his points in the conversation to speak with Nick talking. Oh, I’m intruding on your ‘private’ conversation, huh? “I’ll call him in the morning and see if he’s free” Kenny said to Casey reassuringly. Casey turned in his bed, facing away from Kenny and prepared for sleep before stopping to turn his head. “Oh, and you can use my pull up bar if you need to. It definitely puts me to sleep when I’ve got insomnia kicking my ass.” With that, Casey turned fully away and, after a few minutes, was back to slowly purring in his sleep. Kenny looked at his beautiful back for a few minutes. Umph, you could use that thing to watch a movie on, Nick joked. Kenny got a bit mad at that. “Pervert.” Oh, don’t tell me you don’t want it, Nick said. Kenny didn’t get to respond before Nick came back with another strike at his shell. Oh, I see. You don’t just want that. You want your own, don’t you? Kenny stood up abruptly and went to one of their dorm closet to pull out Kenny’s pull up bar. He ignored the laughing as he attached it to the bathroom doorframe. Even when inside your head, you don’t cease to interest me. We’ll see if we can wrap some of him up for your birthday. Kenny was completely silent and unresponsive as he grabbed the bar and struggled with his first pull up before catching up to a steady and modest speed. The entire time, he couldn’t control the hard and dripping cock that was fighting with his waistband on the way up and down. --- Kenny was impatient as he waited outside the athletic dorms for his friend. “Leave it to Tex to come when he’s ready.” Kenny was wearing one of his largest t-shirts underneath his jacket. It was a little chilly this morning as he tried to keep himself warm and it didn’t help his clothes felt wrong. The sleeves he wore were slightly higher and had shown just a bit more arm than he usually preffered (which was normally just the forearm and outward). Kenny’s jeans were snug and felt like they were leaving his ankles defenseless since he wasn’t wearing long socks and his shoes felt like they fit perfectly, so perfectly that he could feel both ends and moving his toes was now a bit difficult. Kenny’s bag on his back felt a little light but it made sense since the class for today was going to be so short. He’d been waiting outside for atleast 30 minutes waiting before a silver car came around the corner and parked in front of Kenny like a cab that was always punctual. The door on the passenger side opened but Kenny wasn’t pleased. “Come on, princess. We haven’t got all day” came the voice from inside the car on the driver seat. Kenny got in roughly, threw his bag in the back seat and slammed the door shut. “Don’t dent my fucking car!” said Tex as he glared at his passenger. Kenny glared back. “Where were you?!” Kenny said angrily as he buckled his seat. Tex pulled off without a hitch and turned to glare at Kenny’s blue eyes with his own. “Who the fuck do you think you’re talking to? You’re getting a ride from ME. In this car, I’m the only fucking person whose shouting!” exclaimed Joe. Kenny didn’t argue as he looked out the passenger side window. He couldn’t look at Tex and be angry when he was as hot as he was. “I don’t need you fucking pissing me off after Geoffrey just broke up with me!” Kenny rolled his eyes. “Again?” Silence pulled Kenny’s attention to look back at Joe’s face. Already his anger was gone looking at that beautiful face as it drifted off into the road they were on. Tex was a really handsome guy when he wasn’t angry or testy. He had a cleft chin that was molded well with his solft yet firm looking skin as the early showings of a blonde beard were showing across his well crafted chin and his high cheekbones. His manly brow and perfect length blonde eye lashes were like a shield to protect his glistening eyes that shone like the deepest parts of the ocean. Tex was wearing a black windbreaker for a jacket that was doing little to hide his muscles as he drove and his arm muscles would press against the adjustable fabric. Ken could only assume he would only have met someone like Tex face to face thanks to Casey, who was close friends with the school powerlifting team. Tex was one of the largest at over 250 pounds and looking like he had the muscles to bench press with just his neck! Tex made a solid cut at somewhere around 10% body fat and atleast 6’3. His muscles rubbed against each other with some movements because he was so well built which made him just that much harder to contain himself near Tex. It was miracle he was gay but it was a bit of a let down for Kenny that they hated each other and that Tex was in an on-and-off relationship with his boyfriend. Kenny knew that he’d have to face this but he didn’t want to do so with Nick near. That’s hurtful! Nick said with a mock voice that sounded like he was pouting. Kenny ignored him and tried to talk to Tex. “It’s ok. You two will patch up.” “Who said I want us to fucking patch up, asshole?” Tex struck back. Kenny was silent for a moment. You’re really letting this happen, huh? Nick said. Kenny bit his lip as he tried to block out Nick so that he wouldn’t notice his hard-on growing in his snug briefs to no avail. Oh, now I’m caught up. Those within the car didn’t speak for the rest of the trip. When Kenny got out, Tex finally spoke. “I’m not giving you a ride home too. Good luck.” As he drove off, Kenny felt a little stranded as he stood there alone amongst other people heading into the building he was heading to. With reluctance, he headed for the building with his mind in the distance and his feet moving themselves. --- The class ended after a 40 minute lecture from Kenny’s professor. The entire way, Kenny had been doing everything in his power to take notes, stop from thinking about Tex, AND distract Nick from scrambling his train of thought. Distract me? What do you think I am? You can’t hypnotize me with a song like a garden variety snake, Nick said with a huff. Kenny was passing around the corner and heading for the entrance when suddenly he felt warm. VERY warm. Oh good. The delivery's here! Nick said with a laugh. Kenny suddenly panicked and tried to avert the gazes of others as he headed for the bathroom with ‘growing problem’. By the time he’d made it to the bathroom mirror, Kenny had already locked the door, barricaded it with a trash can and was splashing cold water in his face. FINALLY. I was getting sick of you thinking about how thirsty you were during that dry fucking lecture. Kenny looked in the mirror to see his face being moved by someone else with his face but owning red eyes. “What the hell are you doing now?!” Ha! I’m not doing anything. You’re the one drawing the gun, quick dick. You think I didn’t see those images of you watching your friend Tex squatting while you were trying to distract me with that crap about some crappy news you heard on TV this morning? Please, that’s insulting. Kenny was now hunched over and clenching the sink as he looked down and witnessed his 8 inch boner pushing against the crotch in his pants. “What do you mean?” he groaned as he fell to his knees and unbuckled his belt. You didn’t think there were side-effects to all this new size and strength? You're pumping a new level of hormones that you’ve never experienced before. Isn’t that obvious? You’re in a fucking biochemistry class, Kenny. Kenny was on his knees and fighting with his zipper as his cock pushed against the fabric like a caged animal. You’re also getting a mix of what it means to really make a contract with me. Just pretend this is like having a panic attack. Well…. except that you’re pumping cum instead and that you’re panicking because you’re horny as fuck. Kenny struggled to fight this sudden urge as he finally got his zipper unlocked and watched as it bounced out of his pants and stuck straight out from his groin. “No…. stop..” Ok, so that’s getting old. You’ve been fighting the urge to cum all day. That’s not healthy with your new body. I’m surprised your dick hasn’t fallen off or your balls haven’t exploded, quick draw. You’re a man (a growing one anyway). You can’t hide all this pleasure or you’re going to either explode in a cloud of cum or have the bluest balls at the ball, my friend. “Shut up! I’m not afraid to cum!” Says the one who spoke to Casey the beef cake and Tex the New York steak without so much as a trip to the nearest bathroom. Something like this is key if you really want me to keep my end of the bargain. “But—“ “Your butt doesn’t apply here. I’m talking about the growing spear sticking out of your pants” said Nick. Nick was now behind Kenny and rubbing his shoulders. “You’re so stressed with all this bullying and bad friendship and school and wrestling. You’re going to suck at all of them if you don’t rub one out here. Everyone needs a little pampering, right?” Kenny was now on the ground grunting and fighting his pre cum dripping cock as he lay, hunched over. “Ugh, you need me to help you with everything” Nick concluded as he stopped rubbing and suddenly grabbed Kenny under the arms and lifted him up. Kenny had no time to protest as he watched himself in the mirror drag him backwards into the outer wall of the stalls in the bathroom. “While you were dreaming up the latest Spongebob episode to keep me busy, I dug a little deeper and found one of your fantasies.” With no restraint, Nick wrapped both arms around Kenny’s torso and got to work. Suddenly, Kenny had his ass pressed against Nick’s own 7 inch cock as he grinded him and had one hand on his cock and the other on his left nipple. “You’ve never told one you have sensitive nipples have you?” Nick asked as he had a hand dipped under Kenny’s shirt and began rubbing up the nipple in his hand and lightly played with it. His other hand was going to work on Kenny’s cock as he tugged on the modest yet reddened cock. “Oh fuck. I think I’ve found your weak spot” Nick said as he leaned forward a bit and nippled on Kenny’s ear. Kenny groaned with his eyes forced shut as he tried to keep under control in a losing battle. “Stop resisting. You don’t have to hide being horny. You’re gay with jock friends everywhere you look. Even in that mirror there.” Kenny opened his eyes slowly to see that he was in the reflection of the mirror with Nick behind him. Nick’s red eyes were noticeable but Kenny’s attention slowly went to his lifted shirt and then to the muscle he could see in his pants. His clothes looked a bit tighter than before and so some decent thighs were visible against the light fabric he wore. Kenny was grinning as Nick noticed how muscular his torso was now with the two pecs above a defined 6 pack of abs. The pale skin made Kenny’s muscles look like marble as he tightened different ones with every pull of his cock and twist of his nipple. Kenny’s grunts sounded less restrained as he began to get off on himself. “There we go. That’s better. Just let it all out. Give up one good blow and you’ll feel better. Just….one….more…..FUCK!” With a tightening of Nick and Kenny’s muscles, Kenny’s cock launched a white wad of thick cream up and out at the mirror a good distance away. For the next 6 shots, Kenny was pumping come from his sizeable balls that hit the mirror at a downward angle before he began to slowly lose the force behind it. Kenny was exhausted as he slumped on the bathroom stalls by himself, his cock dripping and a somewhat noticeable trail of cum went from the mirror back to him. Nick chuckled a little as he viewed his handiwork from within Kenny’s mind. That’s better. Feels good right? There’s more where that came from. To Be Continued….

Hi guys, While wondering the internet, I came across an FMG story called, Lisa Simpson and the Supplement of Doom, by an author using the handle Gertos. Link here. It is a Simpsons fan fic. I’m not a huge Simpsons fan, but I loved the way he described the physical and personality changes the main character went through. Plus, he touched on one of my favorite themes in an MG story. I felt compelled to give it a sex change. What follows is a very heavy re-write of that story. All Simpsons references have been removed. The setting of the story was moved from Springfield to Harvard University. And of course, the perspective of the main character had to be changed from female to male, a complicated task to be sure if I wanted to retain all the elements from the original story that attracted me to it. I have messaged the original author and asked his permission to post this. He has not gotten back to me. If, however, he does and he requests me to remove the story, it will be removed. So fair warning, this may be a limited engagement. It will be presented in 2 parts. So, without and further babbling from me, here is part one of Harvard Man. “Yeah, you wouldn’t believe how massive he is. He’s on the football team, a lineman or something. I don’t know how he could be 18. I’d have thought it’d be impossible for him to be 18 and that freaking huge! And he just loves to hang out in wife beaters. I don’t know where they found wife beaters to fit him—correction, they didn’t find any that fit him. Those things are so tight on him, you can clearly see every gigantic muscle beneath! His biceps are like footballs—and I’m talking NFL footballs—and that’s when he’s not flexing them. When he is they’re bowling balls! His shoulders are at least the size of basketballs and you can see every muscle fiber in them. His back is made of gigantic plates of muscle so wide, he has to slant his body a little to fit through the door. These dorm rooms are too small for two guys when one of them is a freaking mountain! I swear I have to hug the walls every time I pass him,” said Luke. “I bumped into him once; it was like hitting a freaking rock wall!” “He can’t be that big, man. You’re exaggerating,” said Will. “You think so? Well, after we’re done here, you should come up and meet him. But be prepared to shout. His ears are so high up, he has trouble hearing me when I speak in a conversational tone,” said Luke. Will just laughed. “You crack me up, man.” The two young men were sitting in the waiting room of the Harvard Medical Center. It was Luke’s first week at the Ivey League School, and he’d started things off by passing out right in the middle of the Yard. Unfortunately, this was nothing new. He’d had fainting spells all through his last year of high school. He thought it was just because of stress, since he’d been working himself crazy making sure he got a scholarship. When he’d finally gotten a full scholarship—he remembered opening the smooth, egg-white paper of the Harvard envelope with world-ending dread—he’d hoped that the fainting spells would stop. But, through the summer, his eighteenth birthday had come and gone, but the fainting spells stayed with him. Fortunately, when it had happened this time his new friend, Will, had been with him. And when Luke had recovered, Will had marched him straight to the Medical Center where the doctor had had a look at him. And now they were waiting for the results. The Doctor returned to the waiting room, chart in hand. “Is it anything serious?” Luke blurted. He didn’t want anything to ruin his first year at Harvard. The Doctor chortled harmlessly and said, “Oh, no, nothing we can’t fix. Simple lack of proper nutrition. It’s pretty common around here, actually, with the schedules the student’s keep.” “Nutrition?” thought Luke. He’d never thought of himself as unhealthy. Vegetarianism at a young age had helped him keep a relatively trim figure as he’d grown up. He wasn’t the most fit guy in the world—a natural byproduct of his intellectual lifestyle, he thought with pride—but he wasn’t overweight. “All you need to do, like most of the kids around here, is eat right and exercise. You’re a little underweight, but since eating right is not going to happen, I suggest you take a full regimen of vitamins,” continued the Doctor, “and get as much sleep as you can. I know asking for 8 hours is a pipe dream, but do what you can.” Luke sighed with relief. “I’d also recommend some gym time. You have almost no muscle tone. Don’t exert yourself; just try and get a little physical exercise in. Might even be good for your brain!” The Doctor chuckled and showed them to the door. “You gonna be ok, Bro?” said Will, as they stepped onto the street. “I’ve got a lecture in 10 minutes.” “Yeah, sure, I’m fine. Thanks a lot,” said Luke. “Call me later. We’ll grab a bite,” said Will, backing away and making the phone gesture with his hand to his ear. “Sure,” said Luke as he watched his friend turn and make a dash for his lecture. Fortunately, Luke was done with classes for the day and since Harvard Square had no shortage of Health Food stores, he went out and bought himself an alphabet of vitamins. Every vitamin they had, he bought, A, B, C, D, E, all of them and a multi to boot. When he got back to his dorm room, he got hit with a surprise. His roommate was gone. Not just out, but gone. All his stuff had been removed. Luke was looking at a bare mattress, bare walls and an empty desk and closet. He dropped his shopping bag and back pack on the floor and stared for a full minute at the emptiness. What the hell had happened? His befuddlement was interrupted by a knock at the door. It was Jimmy, the RA, scraggly hair, scraggly beard and wrinkled clothes; as usual he looked like he hadn’t slept in a week. “Hey, ah, Luke, right?” said Jimmy. “Yeah,” said Luke, nodding rapidly. “Yeah, your roommate’s gone,” said Jimmy, as though it were a struggle for him to keep his mind on this particular subject. “I sort of noticed that,” said Luke. How do you miss the absence of a mountain? “They kicked him out. Performance enhancing drugs or something.” “Seriously?” “Yeah,” said Jimmy. “They wouldn’t even let him back up here to pack his stuff. I had to do it. They gave me 10 minutes. Sorry about the mess.” He turned to go, then stopped, and said, “Hey, let me know if I packed any of your shit by mistake. No offense, but I figured all the rubbers were his.” “Ah… yeah…,” said Luke, unable to think of anything to say to that. And then Jimmy left, leaving him in HIS OWN PRIVATE DORM ROOM! YEAH! He took a moment to survey his suddenly mountain-free abode. It was obvious Jimmy had been in a hurry. A scrap of paper here, a sock there, he was going to have to fix things up a bit. He briefly wondered if he’d miss his roommate. He didn’t think so. They hadn’t had many conversations. After all, how do you relate to a guy who is more than a foot taller than you and three times your body weight in solid, bugling muscle? It was like he was a different species. He began to check the place out in more detail. He found the desk full of pens, paper and an ink cartridge for a printer he did not own. And in the bottom drawer, the Mountain’s high school yearbook. He’d have to give this to Jimmy to mail to him. Under the bed, he found… ew… dirty underwear wrapped in a ridiculously large pair of gym shorts. Those were going into the trash. And pinched between his thumb and forefinger, so he came in contact with as little of the cloth as possible, that’s exactly where they went. And finally, in the closet, he found a set of adjustable dumbbells. He was pretty sure Jimmy had left them there on purpose, because they looked freaking heavy. Who would want to mess with them? Luke sure didn’t. And at the back of the top shelf, Luke thought he could make something out. It was hard for him to see, not being the tallest guy in the world, so he pulled over a chair and hopped on it. Sure enough he retrieved a small cardboard box. And to his delight, he discovered it was filled with lots of vitamins! He started going through the box. There were many of the ones he had just bought. Damn! If only he’d come back to his dorm room first he might have saved a lot of money! There was also Zinc, Magnesium, Vitamin Y, a tub of protein powder, something called BCAA, and something else called Creatine Monohydrate. The Zinc and Magnesium, he could use, and Vitamin Y? The store hadn’t had any Vitamin Y, and he needed all the vitamins he could get; so that was good. A quick internet search told Luke the other stuff was all bodybuilding supplements for which he had no use. Luke quickly added the useful bottles to his vitamin alphabet, and suddenly realized how hungry he was. Damn, he’d better eat. No more passing out for him. A lot of these vitamins had to be taken with food; so, Luke gathered one of each, stuffed them into his pockets, and called Will to meet him at the dining hall. “So, he was just gone?” said Will, as he stood with Will in the food line. “Yup, the vanishing continent, that’s him,” said Luke. “I didn’t think anyone could be that huge at 18, naturally. I mean you should have seen his muscles, insanely overdeveloped, hard, veiny; he looked like the freaking hulk. “Some guys are just big,” said Will, with an odd look in his eye. “Yeah, not that big. At least, not naturally.” “I kind of wish I’d seen him now,” said Will. “Well, he left his high school yearbook,” said Luke. “There’s probably a picture of him in there somewhere. I’ll point him out.” “Maybe later,” said Will. “I’ve got to get through 3 chapters of Sociology and write an essay on classical Greek Sculpture and its influence on the Romans.” “Yeah, I’m pretty much buried, myself,” said Luke. “Maybe tomorrow.” While they were waiting in line, this redheaded dude, cut right in front of them. The same dude was always pulling this. Both Will and Luke scowled but neither of them said anything. Luke told himself it just wasn't worth it, but truth be told he was just a little bit scared to say anything. The two boys ate their meal while comparing notes on their first week at Harvard. And Luke swallowed each and every vitamin pill he brought with him. It was an effort, but he did it. Later, on his way back to his dorm, he found himself passing the school gym. He never really noticed it before, but suddenly the doctor’s advice to make some gym time came back to him. “Was that really necessary?” He wondered. The gym was probably filled with a bunch of muscle heads like his roommate, and who needed that? After all, he was taking the vitamins. And working out took a lot of time, time he didn’t really have. Later that night, having finished his studying, Luke was awake, mesmerized by the glow of his laptop. He was looking over Student Health columns. Apparently cardio and light weight training were recommended for the ambitious student on the go. I’m an ambitious student on the go, Luke thought vaguely, jotting down a few tips onto a notepad. Maybe I should give it a try, just to see how it goes. Maybe it’ll help with the fainting. He began researching different free weight exercises he could do. He read all the descriptions and watched all the videos. He glanced at the time in the lower-right corner of his screen: 11:56 PM. It was late, but what did he care? People kept all kinds of hours around here and the gym was open 24 hours. He felt adventurous. He packed a bag with some gym clothes and discreetly snuck down to the main floor. On the way out he passed the security station. “Hello there, young man. What’re you up to?” asked the security guard. “Oh, just, uh, going out to the… ah… to the library,” said Luke, unsure of why he was lying. It just didn’t feel right to say he was going to the gym. What would people think of him? “You sure that’s safe? Y’know, for smart kids, you can be pretty dumb sometimes,” said the guard. “Safe?” Luke raised an eyebrow. “Cambridge is pretty safe, isn’t it?” “Relatively, yes,” said the security guard. “But like anywhere, it pays to take precautions. For instance, a gentleman of your stature should not be out alone this time of night.” “Of my stature,” thought Luke, his hackles slightly rising. “I think I’ll be ok,” he said to the guard somewhat huffily. “Well, if you feel at all unsafe when it’s time to leave the library, call security and we’ll have someone come and walk you back.” “Walk me back? What does he think I am, a girl? What an asshole!” thought Luke, as he walked through the night. “Insinuating I can’t take care of myself.” But walking across the dark, empty campus, the guard’s advice began to make more and more sense. He kept noticing shadowy figures, just this side of visible, walking in the dark, but he couldn’t make out any of them clearly. At one point he was positive one of them was following him. Luke was glad when he finally reached the gym. The place was pretty quiet, he thought, as he flashed his ID at the desk. Not too many people around. Good. He didn’t know how this was going to go and the fewer witnesses the better. There were half a dozen people on the bikes and treadmills, but only one other guy in with the weights. The guy was big, an obvious jock. He was wearing one of those low cut muscle shirts so you could see the valley between his large shredded pecs, and every inch of his big, segmented, striated shoulders, not to mention his bulging biceps crisscrossed by protruding veins. Of course compared to his former roommate, the guy looked like an anorexic midget. But in ordinary terms, the dude had some size. Luke had laid out a plan for a light full body workout for himself. He decided to start with the bench press. Not sure how much weight he could handle, he decided that starting with just the bar would be smart. He laid down on the bench to begin his first set and couldn’t help but notice the Jock had decided to do bench presses also and had selected the bench right next to his for his workout. “Just my luck,” thought Luke. “Of all the things he could be doing in this big empty gym, why does it have to be bench presses?” Luke carefully grasped the bar exactly as it showed in the videos, lifted it out of the supports and brought it carefully down to his chest. Then with some effort, lifted it back up. “Whoa,” thought Luke. That had been difficult but somehow had felt good. He repeated the movement 10 times and somehow felt a kind of pleasant electrical sensation running through his chest, as he did each repetition. When he finally wracked the weight, he was surprised how good the exercise had felt. He could get used to this. Then he noticed the jock watching him with a slight sneer on his face. Smirking, the guy went and loaded his bar with two 45 pound plates and two 10 pound plates on each side. Then giving Luke a cocky grin, laid down and started a set, making his large chest flex and bulge with each set. Luke did a quick calculation. Damn, the guy was pressing 265 pounds! And he had been proud of his 45 pound set. Crap. He suddenly felt like a complete weakling. He had to remind himself that he was at Harvard because one day he wanted to be a medical researcher. And that he had it all going on upstairs where it counted. This guy was probably here on an athletic scholarship like his roommate, might even be on steroids, too. Luke decided to add 20 pounds to his bar, making it 65 pounds. It was way heavier, but somehow knowing that the cocky douche next to him was watching, enabled him to power through it. And damn, even though he was pushing himself to his limits, didn’t it feel good! With great effort he finally wracked his bar and sat up. “Light workout tonight?” asked The Douche. “Yeah,” said Luke, thinking that had been his intention, anyway. “Me too,” said the guy, bounced both his pecs, lay down and easily pounded out another 10 reps at 265. Luke watched the big muscle orbs that were his chest bulge and relax as the guy lifted, once again making Luke feel like a total wimp. “Fuck you,” thought Luke. He’d had enough of this asshole. He moved over to another station to try some bent over rows for his back. But he looked over and saw The Douche setting up shop right next to him again. Really? “Bent over rows?” asked The Douche. “Yup,” said Luke, and he began a set, once again, with just an empty bar. Once again as he strained, Luke felt that wonderful electric sensation running through his back. When he finished, he got to watch The Douche do a set with 180 pounds, his triceps bulging out like defined horseshoes on the back of his arms and his wide heavily muscled back heaving and surging beneath his shirt. Luke knew he shouldn't be pushing himself at this stage. He knew he should just do another set with no weight. But with that smirking asshole watching him, he just couldn't bring himself to do it. On went another 20 pounds. He barely finished 8 reps, but damn, couldn't believe how great it felt. Next he went to do some squats. Sure enough The Douche set up right next to him. Damn. And the rest of the workout went pretty much the same. The Douche would do whatever exercise he was doing, but with 3 or 4 times as much weight. And Luke got to watch every veiny muscle on his impressive frame heave and bulge as he did them. Luke had meant to go light his first time, he really had. And he knew that even his best was laughable compared to the weight The Douche was lifting, but he couldn't help himself; he had to give his absolute best. By the end Luke could barely move. “New, huh?” asked The Douche. “Um. Yeah.” Luke had to take a breath between words. The Douche, meanwhile, barely sounded tired. “Everyone starts somewhere.” He tried to walk but his legs weren’t working. They felt like jelly. The Douche laughed. “Nice, kid. You need to learn when to quit. Let’s see what you got?” “What?” asked Luke. “C’mon, flex your arm,” said The Douche. “No, I… Not… really...,” stammered Luke. “C’mon,” said The Douche. Luke saw the guy was serious, and that he wasn’t going to leave Luke alone until he did. So, Luke flexed his arm. The trouble was, there wasn’t any difference from when it was unflexed. “C’mon,” said the Douche, “don’t just bend it, flex!” “I am flexing,” snapped Luke. Then The Douche started laughing. Luke dropped his arm and started toward the locker room but his legs collapsed underneath him and he fell to the floor. The Douche only laughed harder. Luke tried to get up, but he couldn't. His legs just didn't want to work. Eventually, The Douche’s laughter subsided and he said, “Check this out!” And he whipped off his shirt, display his impressive chest, and carved-up six-pack abs. Then he hit a double bi pose and displayed his baseball sized biceps, followed by a most muscular pose which made his big traps bulge up on either side of his thick, corded neck. “That’s what you want,” he said relaxing. “That’s what you’re working for. But looking at you…” He shook his head. “I wouldn't hold out too much hope.” Luke was burning inside from the humiliation. But it was ok, he told himself. That kind of build wasn't what Luke wanted. That wasn't what he was looking for. He just didn't want to faint anymore. He was going into medical research. He’d leave the muscles for muscle heads like The Douche. “C’mere, let me help you up.” Big biceps bulging, the guy picked Luke up like he was nothing. Luke didn't think the guy was being helpful so much as showing off his strength again. Luke laughed self-consciously as the guy helped walk him back to the changing rooms. The Douche shamelessly stripped down, showing off his entire heaving muscular frame and not inconsiderable package, before heading to the showers. Luke made a point of not looking at his ripped, bugling body. Luke started to get changed, but he was so weak from his workout, he could barely move. There was no way he could make it back to the dorm like this. And he couldn't take the humiliation of calling security to escort his wimpy butt back to his dorm, especially not after dealing with The Douche. Luke flipped out his cell and dialed Will. He was awake, but around here, that wasn't any big surprise. “Hey, Will? I need your help. I went to the gym like the doctor said, but, um, I think I might have strained myself.” “Strained yourself?” “Yeah. I can’t really walk.” He could practically hear Will rolling his eyes over the phone. He arrived at the gym shortly, having freshly showered himself. Luke didn’t think he was up to facing a shower right now. He managed to make his way out to the front entrance and then immediately leaned on Will’s shoulders. “Woah, you really did yourself in, huh?” “Yeah. Guess I don’t know my own lack of strength.” Luke laughed at his own bad joke, then groaned. “My entire body is useless.” “You’ll get used to it. Just make sure you can walk out the front door the next time.” Luke grinned. “I’m not doing it like this again,” he said. “Thanks, Will.” “Don’t mention it.” Luke woke up the next morning in his bed, though he didn’t remember getting in. He must have stumbled in the door and just thrown himself on top of his sheets. Everything ached, but it was a strangely satisfying kind of ache. He sat up and grimaced at the tight contraction in his stomach and side. Tenderly, he swung his legs out over the edge of his bed and looked at himself in the mirror. His spiky blonde hair was plastered to the side of his face. He groaned and reached for his dresser, using it to pull himself up. He blinked. He looked down. Where once, he’d had a bit of a tummy, he now had a flat stomach and a svelte waistline. His legs had lost a little of the harmless flab he’d developed. His arms were a little tighter, and more toned. “Whoa!” Luke whispered. Everything he knew—and he knew quite a bit—about the way the human body worked told him that his accidentally sadistic workout shouldn’t have gone to work that quickly. Luke stumbled into the shower, still a little sleep-drunk. He turned on the hot water and stayed in the shower for a very long time His muscles felt sore, but the pain was fading rapidly. Was that normal? He wasn’t sure. He did know the water felt wonderful, sliding over his skin. He felt great, actually. With some regret, he turned off the water, and dried off in a towel. He examined himself in the mirror, twisting his back so he could see his butt. Whereas before it had been—saggy, now his posterior formed two firm hollows. He slipped out of the bathroom and through the hallway to his room. He closed the door behind him and picked up his shirt and skinny jeans. To his surprise, the waist of his jeans was a little loose, but not in the thighs. They seemed tight. “I must be imagining things,” Luke muttered beneath his breath. He couldn’t have changed so much in such a short time. Could he? Suddenly, his slimmer stomach grumbled, reminding him of his nutritional issues. He had better hurry up so there’d be time to eat before his first class. He quickly finished dressing and assembled a collection of all his vitamins, before dashing out the door to the dining hall. He grabbed a breakfast of eggs, potatoes, bacon and fruit, all the standard stuff, and quickly sat down to eat it. There was plenty of food in front of him, yet when he was finished he was still hungry. Even the small mountain of vitamin pills didn’t help fill him. That was funny. But he decided to listen to his body, because his body probably knew best. He got himself a second breakfast… and then a third, but he had to leave after that to get to his first class on time. Later that day, he ate a huge lunch, and then even later, met Will at the cafeteria. They were talking in the food lines, when once again the red headed guy jumped in front of them. Luke had had enough. He took a step forward to say something when he felt Will’s hand on his shoulder. “Forget it, man,” said Will. “It’s not worth it.” “Not worth getting into a fist fight? I agree with you,” said Luke. “Not worth saying something? My self-respect is definitely worth that.” Luke wasn’t sure what had gotten into him, but he knew it felt good. “Excuse me,” said Luke getting the Red Headed Guy’s attention. “You probably didn’t notice but the line starts back there.” The Red Headed Guy looked appraisingly at Luke and Will for a second, before he said, “Oh, sorry, dude, my bad.” Then he left the line and cut back in about a half dozen people behind them. “Can you believe that guy?” said Luke. “He just did it again.” “It’s not him I can’t believe,” said Will, “It’s you. You don’t know what that guy might have done.” “Will, this is Harvard,” said Luke. “It’s not like he’s going to pull a knife and stab me. Grow a backbone, will you?” Luke heard the words leave his mouth and he knew they were right, but they just didn’t sound right coming from him. Weird. Will finished in the food lines first and went to get them a table. A few minutes later Luke showed up with 3 huge plates of food. “What’s up with all the food, man?” said Will. “Just hungry,” said Luke, through a full mouth. “And what’s with the chicken?” continued Will, “I thought you were a vegetarian.” “I don’t know,” said Luke. “I just feel like meat, today. It’s kind of like I’m listening to my body and it wants meat.” “You know how crazy that sounds?” said Will. “Not really,” said Luke. “It’s documented that sometimes we crave certain foods, and when we do, it’s usually for a reason.” “If you say so,” said Will, shaking his head. “Look it up,” suggested Luke. Later that night, Luke was finishing up a paper, when he suddenly felt restless. It took him a few minutes to realize what was wrong with him, but eventually it hit him. He felt like a workout. A workout? Him? Unprecedented. But since it was what the doctor ordered, he decided to just go with it. He didn’t want to run into that douche again. Nor did he feel like facing the security guards insulting insinuations. He had an idea and went into the closet. Luke immediately spied what he was looking for: his roommate’s old pair of adjustable dumbbells. He’d looked up the top recommended low-weight strength exercises that could be performed with a simple pair of dumb-bells. His roommate’s dumb-bells sat in a dock that had a switch to allow the bars to come off carrying different weights. He dialed them for ten pounds in each hand and pulled them out. They were a little heavy, but not awkward. He took off his shirt and pants, left only in his underwear. No need to get those sweaty if he was working out in his own room. “All right, let’s start.” He clicked on a demonstration video on YouTube and followed along with the weights. They started with simple bicep curls. Luke found them almost frustratingly easy. Maybe he’d underestimated his own strength? He paused the video, reset the dumb-bells for 15 pounds, and restarted. This time he felt a more tangible burn in his arms as he swung the weights. As he brought his right arm up and clenched, holding the weight at its peak, he noticed a definite bump on his upper arm. “Where was that yesterday when I needed it?” He thought, as the demonstrator moved through a series of other exercises focusing on the arms and upper body. He followed the movements faithfully, stretching his arms out and back and inwards, all the while holding the weights. Only towards the end of the half-hour session did he begin to feel at all tired. He laid the weights down as the video closed. He was sweating, but not much. Not nearly as much as he had been last night, at the gym. A restless need to continue working out gnawed at him, though he couldn’t really explain it. He eyed the rack that the dumb-bells had rested in, still loaded with weight. No doubt these were finger weights to his roommate. Now, there was a big dude. It reminded him of what the security guard had said to him last night. He’d needed some big dude to protect him just because he wanted to go out after dark! The thought made him angry. With almost spiteful fervency, he reset the weights for their maximum, 50 pounds. He pulled them out of the rack and found he could barely lift them. On pure grit, he jerked them up to his sides and stood in the middle of his room, facing his computer. He clenched his teeth and tried to lift the heavy weight, his entire body going taut with exertion. He watched his slim arm tensing as he tried to raise the dumb-bell. His slight, barely-there bicep strained and bulged pitifully, and the weight moved an inch. He let out a muffled scream of frustration and he managed to get halfway through a proper bicep curl. “Come on, come on!” Driven by inexplicable need, he jerked the weight all the way so that it was touching his upper shoulder, then let it collapse. He fell to his knees with a thud. He stood back up with the other 50-pound weight in his left hand, repeating the process. It was just as painful, nearly impossible, but he managed it. He slid the weights back into their rack. His arms felt like they were on fire, but somehow he couldn’t stop. He wanted to feel the pain. He wasn’t sure why, but he liked it. He adjusted the weights down to a more reasonable 25 pounds and got back up to shaky feet. He forced his way through the same exercises he’d performed with the YouTube video, only this time he could really feel himself working. By the time he was done, he collapsed in a sweaty heap, his skin glistening from the effort. His limbs felt shaky. “Why am I doing this?” He asked himself. He was frightened to realize he didn’t have a rational answer. It just felt good, really good, amazingly good, deep down in his genes good, like it was something he seriously needed to be doing. He tried to convince himself that he was getting in shape to stop the fainting spells, but this had gone way beyond that. It was like an animalistic obsession. That was no good. He was a man of intellect, not some grunting Neanderthal. He took another quick shower and changed into the same clothes he’d been wearing. Damn, he was starving. The dining hall was closed, but there was an all-night sandwich shop in Harvard Square, and they delivered. He called them quickly. “Hi, can I have a pastrami sandwich, no two, no three, no four! Yeah, four. And can you put extra meat on them? Double, or triple, yeah triple’s good. Do you take cards?” It took 30 stomach rumbling minutes for the food to get there. And when it did, it was delivered by some kid with board shoulders and big arms. Guess he didn’t have to worry about being out at night. Luke wolfed all four sandwiches down in less than 10 minutes. Then he thought, “I really ought to review that last economics chapter again.” But still, sleep was so inviting…. He woke up in a panic and checked the clock. 5:30 am. He’d been asleep for 3 hours. “That’s enough,” Luke whispered. He got to his feet and found, to his surprise, that he didn’t feel tired. In fact, he felt positively rejuvenated. He got off the bed, wincing a little when he moved his arms. They still ached a little, but not much, not nearly as much as they should. He remembered reading about that burning feeling. Wasn’t it supposed to happen as your muscles were torn and rebuilt themselves? Should it really feel so diminished already? Maybe his workout hadn’t been as intense as he’d thought. He went back to his laptop. Since when was it so hot, anyway? He was starting to sweat, not from exhaustion, but from the uncomfortable warmth. He took off his shirt, looked at himself in the mirror and his jaw dropped. OMG! Yesterday morning, he’d been trim. Now the barest impression of abs was visible on his stomach, which was cleanly divided down his belly button. In disbelief, he touched his finger to the line and drew it along the firm groove that was now mysteriously etched into his skin. It felt unreal. His arms were bigger, toned and curved; his biceps and triceps even bulged a little. In pure awe—and a little excitement—he raised an arm and flexed it. He felt his hard bicep bulge to the size of a tangerine. He squeezed it – like a rock! He realized he could actually bounce his chest muscles. Whoa. What was going on? Just yesterday he’d hardly had any chest muscles to speak of. And now… whoa. It was exciting, but also worrying. Logically, by everything his mind was telling him, this shouldn’t be happening. But, fuck, it felt good, really fucking good. And suddenly he felt a surge of lust for muscle so powerful, that it frightened him. He wanted to be bigger, way bigger. But that wasn’t who he was, High School Valedictorian, Captain of the Chess Club, not some moronic muscle head! Despite the heat—which he realized was in his own skin—he forced himself to pull his shirt back on. “Okay, this can’t be normal,” he whispered. He went back to his laptop and opened up a window, searching frantically for anything relating to quick muscle development. Most of his searches only returned scam fitness systems that promised overnight transformations. There was almost nothing on anything like what Luke was going through. Suddenly he looked up at the clock and realized he had to go. He had classes to get to, had to have breakfast, take his vitamins. There was no time for this now. He could continue this later, and off he went to eat an even larger breakfast than the day before, and later, a larger lunch. And then in the food line at Dinner—that red headed guy, once again, cutting in front. “Hey!” shouted Luke, pointing right at him. “Back of the line. Now!” The guy, looked at the angry Luke, looked around and turned bright red—almost matched his hair. “And this time, I mean back of the line,” said Luke. “I don’t want to catch you pulling this shit again.” There was a moment of awkward silence, and then someone in the line applauded. Then another person joined and then another. And suddenly there was a wide spread, if somewhat subdued, clapping filling the room. He even got a slap on the shoulder from Will. Apparently, other people had experienced the red-headed guy, too. Luke felt a weird kind of visceral satisfaction, as the red-headed guy slunk to the back of the line. It was a good feeling, a feeling of being strong and in charge, but an alien one to Luke. Seriously, what was up with him? At Dinner, Will was looking at him oddly. “What?” asked Luke, “What are you staring at?” “You look different somehow,” he said. “I can’t put my finger on it, but there’s something different about you.” “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” said Luke, hoping his freakish growth wasn’t starting to show. The last thing he wanted was to become a subject of study at Harvard Medical Center. “I think I might be having an allergic reaction to some of the vitamins,” said Luke, “You know, swelling a little.” Will looked at him critically and said, “Yeah, I can see it, but that’s not it. Stand up.” “What?” said Luke. “Just stand up for a second.” “Ok,” said a mystified Luke, and stood. Will rounded the table and stood right next to him. “You’re taller,” said Will. “What are you talking about?” said Luke, sounding annoyed although he was actually frightened. Taller, how could he be taller? “We used to be the same height. Now, you’re, at least an inch taller than me, maybe two,” said Will. “That’s ridiculous,” said Luke. “I’m 18. I’m done growing.” Luke wasn’t sure who he was trying to convince, Will or himself. “No, man, you can grow all the way through your mid 20’s,” said Will, “and you are taller.” Suddenly Luke felt like a deer caught in headlights. Seriously, he was getting taller, too? What the hell was happening to him? Impending doom seemed to be rushing at him at breakneck speeds. He didn’t know what was causing these changes and he felt powerless to stop them. But then there was a part of him that didn’t want it to stop, fuck no. That part of him wanted it to continue, hell yeah, even get more intense. No! Luke shut that voice off. He didn’t want to hear it. This was wrong. It needed to be stopped. “I don’t know what you’re so upset about,” said Will. “I think it’s awesome. I wish I’d grow a little more.” Luke couldn’t get back to his dorm room fast enough. His brain was whirring. He normally preferred to take things slow, to appreciate his surroundings, but now he felt like someone had stuck a livewire into his brain. Luke threw open his dorm room door only to find a middle aged man standing in the middle of his room, staring at his desk. At first he thought it might be a professor, but this guy’s suit was too expensive. “Can I help you?” asked Luke, a little nervously, not having any idea who this guy was or what he wanted. “I beg your pardon. Forgive my intrusion,” said the man. “I’m John Winton, Todd’s father. We met briefly when he moved in.” It took Luke a second. Oh yeah, the Mountain’s name was Todd. “Oh, yeah,” said Luke, vaguely remembering the man. He once again noted how much larger the son was than his father. “What can I do for you?” “I just came by to see if there was anything he might have left behind,” said Mr. Winton. “Ah, yeah, there were a few things,” said Luke about to get the box of vitamins, but then he noticed Mr. Winton looking him over hard, paying particular attention to his feet. “Is there something the matter?” asked Luke. “I’m sorry I was just noticing your pants appear to be too short,” said Mr. Winton. “Oh yeah,” said Luke, a little nervously, “I guess I’m having a late growth spurt.” There was a moment of awkward silence and then Luke said, “I was sorry to hear about Todd.” “The accusation was spurious,” shot Mr. Winton, “We’re fighting it. Don’t worry; he’ll be back.” “That’s good. He was um… Well, he was… um…” “You didn’t really get on with him, did you?” smiled Mr. Winton. “Ah, no, I wouldn’t say that… We just sort of operated on different… levels,” said Luke. “You know Todd was valedictorian of his class,” said Mr. Winton. “Really?” said Luke, his eyeballs bugging out unintentionally from his head. “No, I didn’t know that.” “You’re surprised,” said Mr. Winton. “Of course you are. It’s a flaw in our culture, that we assume for a man to be intellectually successful, he has to be weak in stature.” For some reason, Luke got the feeling that the “weak in stature” comment had been aimed at him and he didn’t appreciate it. “Frankly, Mr. Winton,” said Luke, “It took me every second of every day, working my hardest at my studies just to get in here. And I just don’t see how your son could have managed it and still built such an impressive physique…” The word, “naturally” hung unspoken in the air for an awkward moment. Luke wondered at his own outspokenness. That was not like him. He usually kept his thoughts to himself, especially if they were at all controversial. Mr. Winton raised an eyebrow at Luke’s outburst and then the corner of his mouth rose up in an odd sort of half smile. “Well, that’s a discussion for another time,” said he said, looking at his Rolex. “I really must be going. Sorry to have disturbed you. I’ll leave my card in case anything comes up and you need to get hold of me.” He placed a business card on Luke’s desk. “But what about Todd’s stuff?” asked Luke. “Why don’t you keep it,” said Mr. Winton. “There’s nothing we can’t replace. Use it in good health.” He nodded at Luke’s desk, turned and left. Luke figured Mr. Winton was referring Luke’s large collection of vitamin bottles sitting on his desk, a few of which had come from Todd’s stash. That was weird; why had Mr. Winton come for Todd’s stuff and then left without it? But now that he was gone, Luke was free to explore his bigger problem. He hopped on his computer and opened four different browser windows. His fingers whirred over the keyboard at lightning speed. He had to find out what was happening to his body. Had to gather all the information he could. Had to understand. Had to learn. He stayed at his computer for hours ignoring his homework. So far he’d read about fourteen different medical conditions, none of which described what he was experiencing. Did people ever just wake up in young adulthood and become naturally larger and more athletic? Not as far as he could tell. If only he knew what was happening, it’d be alright, because he didn’t actually feel bad. He felt alive. He felt amazing. At some point he’d discarded his hot shirt and restricting jeans and was sitting in his underwear at his computer. He couldn’t help but notice the dull glow of his laptop reflected onto his skin, highlighting the new curves and grooves of his larger, more defined body. It was actually pretty cool. He ran his hand over his firm chest and stomach, licked his lips and kept studying, consuming knowledge as hungrily as he’d consumed his huge meals. He dozed off, but snapped back awake almost instantly. He’d almost wanted to believe that he’d been imagining or dreaming the whole thing, but no; when he reached up to brush his hair out of his eyes, he felt his bicep bunching into a tight ball. He swallowed nervously and made his way into the bathroom. Once in there, he looked at himself in the mirror. It was unsettling. He knew this couldn’t have happened in two days, not normally. His neck was even a little defined, the lines of his neck meeting his collarbone at sharp angles. His shoulders had swelled and rounded slightly along with his biceps. If he clenched his stomach, his abs actually protruded out slightly. On one hand, it was exhilarating. What guy grew up in America without dreaming of a body like this? On the other, it was terrifying, because there was no possible way that this could have happened. He knew. He’d checked every single article on the matter he could find. His brain was in full revolt. Is it really such a bad thing, though? Instinct beckoned to Luke, inviting him to let go of the mystery, to relax and embrace the changes. They were, after all, pretty cool. He arched his back to get a better look at his rippling stomach. He brushed his firm abs with his fingers and grinned. I mean, it’s not like I’m suddenly unhealthy. He slipped his underwear off his thicker, harder thighs and hopped into the shower. He realized that before he’d always made the trip into the shower as quick as possible, so he wouldn’t glimpse all the little, flabby imperfections that his clothing normally hid. Now he didn’t have to. He had actual pecs, his love handles had been replaced by a trim waist, and his legs, once flabby, were now bulging slightly when he knelt down. He took his time and meticulously cleaned his new body, exploring it like unknown territory. There were no uncomfortable little flaps formed by a bulging tummy now. His body was tight and firm, muscular. He felt amazing. He gave himself a thorough scrubbing down and cleaned his hair, then stepped out of the shower. Suddenly the exhilaration of his new body was gone, once again replaced by the dread of not understanding why he had it, of drowning in the paradox of the change. He dried himself down, returned to his room and got back on his laptop. What had he been doing differently that could have caused this? He glanced at his collection of vitamin pills and looked up anything to do with dietary supplements. There was absolutely nothing suggesting anything like this could happen. Besides, vitamins weren’t causing this. It had to be something inside him. But what could explain such sudden change? Even steroids didn’t work that quickly—and he hadn’t noticed any of the usual side effects, which presumably would have been as rapid as his muscular enhancement and weight loss. With a start he realized it was 4 AM and quickly closed his laptop. He dove onto his bed and tried to sleep, blinking rapidly. He tapped his fingers impatiently against his hard thighs and tried to sleep. He just couldn’t stop thinking.

Misfit Chapter 7 “Well, now what?” Lee and Fred were standing outside the Athletic Center about to set off to find Ham. They were both dressed up in football warm-up sweats and Lee thought Fred looked damn fine in the double-XL’s he was wearing. As they were dressing, Lee learned that Fred was now six-two, a gain of three inches, and had gone from one-hundred-eighty pounds to two-sixty. Fred’s sweats were tight everywhere except the waist, and Lee was finding the way that the university logo was stretched across Fred’s chest very distracting. “Oh, um... gosh. Why don’t we start with the Student Union?” Lee answered. The coach had weighed and measured Lee, too, before he’d been issued his sweats. He was an amazing six-foot-ten, and four-hundred and ninety-two pounds. He’d been given triple-XL’s, but they were still much tighter than Fred’s. Lee’s traps erupted from the neck of the sweats like some kind of volcano, stretching the neckband near breaking. Lee’s forearms were so big he couldn’t get them through the sleeves and he ended tearing them off. Even so, it was a struggle to get into the sweatshirt. The bottom of his shirt landed above his naval, leaving about eight inches of ridiculously compact waist visible above his waistband. The extreme stretching of the shirt across his chest was in marked contrast to the loosely flapping hem. The waistband of Lee’s sweatpants was pulled almost obscenely low in the front by his prodigious package, then followed around and under an adonis belt so sharply defined one could nearly grasp it with one’s hands. From there, the waistband pulled sharply up and over Lee’s insanely jutting bubble butt. Lee had tried to put on a jock in the locker room, but had been forced to go commando when even the largest one was uncomfortably restricting. For now, he would just have to ignore the rather pleasant sensation (as well as the stares) as his jumbo equipment flopped around in the front of his pants in an all-too-obvious way. The legs of Lee’s pants had much the same problem as his sleeves, and only went down to just below his knees. The coach had a pair of pants that fit his tallest basketball player, but Lee couldn’t get it on over his thighs. Consequently, he had to go with a pair made for a clearly obese person, and pull the drawstring tight. That time of the morning, there were lots of students out and about on campus, and the two behemoths stopped traffic wherever they went. Lee seemed to enjoy the attention and smiled and waved often. He got a charge the first time he winked at a guy that common sense and personal safety would have told him to give a wide berth just the day before. He could get used to this, he thought. Fred, on the other hand, was completely flustered by the attention, and seemed to avoid eye contact at all costs. “Come on, relax,” Lee said as he gently nudged Fred with his elbow. “It’s a new world. Every one of those girls wants to be with you, and every one of those guys wants to be like you. The world’s your oyster.” Lee knew that he was exaggerating to some degree– not everyone looked upon bodybuilders as living gods the way he did, but he thought the poor guy needed some encouragement. “This is going to take some getting used to,” Fred answered. The pair entered the Student Union through the cafeteria. The entire dining room fell silent as Lee straightened up. He was about to comment on the similarities to an old western when the hero enters the saloon, when the smell of food hit them both like a brick wall. “Are you hungry?” Fred asked. “Starved,” came Lee’s earnest reply. The crowd parted as the two muscle men made straight for the serving line. They immediately started piling on french toast and bacon and sausage and scrambled eggs and toast and biscuits and muffins and oatmeal and grits, until they each had two trays filled to the brim. “I didn’t realize I was this hungry,” Fred said as he took a bite out of one of his biscuits. Lee had to stop chewing his bagel before he could answer. “Me neither,” he said with his mouth full. Neither of them had eaten since their growth spurts, and they suddenly wondered how they could have ignored the gnawing hunger so long. “He’s paying,” Lee said as they got up to the cashier. “The fuck I am,” Fred said. “Pay for your own damn food.” Lee turned and looked down at Fred. “I left my wallet in my other blanket, okay?” “That’ll be sixty-two dollars and twenty cents,” said the guy at the register. “Pay the man,” Lee said as he picked up his trays. Fred shrugged and reached for his back pocket. “Shit,” he said. “What?” “My wallet’s still in my locker.” “Who’s gonna pay?” the cashier asked. “We’re good for it,” Lee told him, and started to walk away. “Somebody’s gotta pay!” he said stridently. Lee turned back. “I said,” Lee spoke as he bent over until he was nose-to-nose with the slight young man, "we’re good for it. We’ll pay you later. Come on, Fred." Fred shrugged again and raised his eyebrows at the kid and followed Lee over to a table. As they were eating, the irate cashier picked up the phone and dialed the campus police. Professor Lofgren sat looking at the data on the screen. Somehow, his nanites had mutated in some unforeseen way. His ultimate goal all along had been to greatly enhance the human organism– make it stronger and smarter and free of disease, but that was supposed to be decades in the future. The data he’d taken from the young man that came to see him didn’t make a lot of sense. Not only were those nanites radically different from what he’d been synthesizing in the lab, but they didn’t seem capable changing an organism to such a great extent. He really needed to study that Connor boy, and the sooner the better. That was why it was so important he get that oversized oaf out of his hair as quickly as possible. Besides, there was nothing more to be done for the Prentice kid. He was perfectly healthy, and it wasn’t every Nancy Boy that got a chance to be his own walking wet dream. He’d thank the professor before this was over, he was sure. What Lofgren couldn’t know was that the nanites were still fully active in Ham Connor. Not only did they grant him powers beyond all human understanding, but they had merged with his mind and radically boosted not only his intelligence, but all three aspects of his personality– id, ego and libido. At first, the nanites had only interacted with Ham’s baser instincts. His sex drive permitted the initial opportunity for change, without even acting on his conscious mind. The nanites acted to produce a super-pheremone, so powerful that virtually no one could resist while in his presence. This made Ham Connor very dangerous, for as he continued to evolve, he felt less and less connection with mere humans. Paul was still nearly blind with rage as he strode across campus looking for Ham. He knew it was only a matter of time before he caught up to the little fucker and pounded the shit out of him. Across the great lawn he saw some sort of commotion. As he got closer, he realized that the flashing lights were from a campus police car. A small crowd had gathered near a tree that had been uprooted. One of the school’s famous old elms had been pulled from the ground and the trunk literally shattered. Giant splinters littered the area. It looked like several people had been injured by whatever had caused the damage, and the officers and bystanders were tending to the victims. An ambulance was just pulling up and school officials were clearing a path through the crowd. Paul’s first thought was that a tornado had passed through, or maybe there was a lightning strike, but that immediately made no sense– he hadn’t heard anything, and the weather was all wrong. There wasn’t a cloud in the sky. As the EMT’s broke out their equipment, Paul was momentarily distracted from his mission. “What happened?” Paul asked a young woman. “I’m not sure,” she answered. “Somebody said it was some kind of big animal.” That made even less sense to Paul than a tornado. Watching the EMTs kneel down to talk to one of the young men, Paul realized he knew him. He pushed through the crowd until he was near enough to speak. “Joe, are you okay?” Paul kneeled down next to the EMT. “Your friend has a dislocated shoulder,” he said. “Help me sit him up.” Joe grimaced as they leaned him forward. “Put your arms around his chest,” the EMT continued. Paul moved behind Joe and did as he was instructed. The EMT wrapped his arm around Joe’s and put his other hand on Joe’s shoulder. “This is going to hurt,” he told him. Joe stifled a scream as the EMT pulled on Joe’s arm and popped the joint back into place. “You okay?” he asked. Joe nodded as he breathed heavily, tears streaming down his face. “Good. I’m going to leave you with your friend while I go take care of someone else.” The EMT went off to tend to another victim. “Jesus Christ, Joe, what the hell happened?” “Well... I... um...” “What?” “You wouldn’t believe me. Hell, I’m not sure if I’d believe me.” “Try me.” “It was your roommate. You know, the little fag. Except he was all cocky.” Instantly, the fury washed over Paul once again like a wave. Then, almost as fast, it faded to confusion. “What could he have to do with this?” “Well... that’s the thing... nah... it’s not possible.” “What’s not?” Joe crinkled his nose distractedly. “New aftershave?” “Joe!” “Okay, okay. He... he... no, it’s not possible.” “Arrrrgh!” “He grew,” Joe blurted. “He just grew!” Paul crossed his arms and looked carefully at his friend. “Grew? Grew how?” “He got fucking bigger! What did you think I meant?” Paul uncrossed his arms. “Did you hit your head?” “Goddammit! I knew you wouldn’t fucking believe me!” “Come on...” “It’s really true,” said another voice. “I saw it.” Paul looked up to see another of the young men addressing him– one he didn’t know. “What did you see?” Paul asked. “It was just... wow... it was like, The Incredible Hulk. My buddies and me just cracked a couple of jokes and the guy flips out. Next thing we know he’s splittin’ right out of his clothes and tossin’ us around like little kids. Then he gets so big he just up and yanks the tree out of the ground.” “You’re shittin’ me... aren’t you?” “That’s not the best part,” Joe says. “Tell him what happened next.” “He fucked it.” “Fucked what?” “The tree! The goddamned tree!” Paul’s mind started reeling as he looked over at the shattered elm and noticed that in among the wood fragments were countless blobs of shiny, pearlescent liquid. He swallowed hard. “Holy shit...” “That’s him, officer...” Lee managed to tear his attention away from stuffing his hungry maw just long enough to notice that scrawny pipsqueak of a cashier standing nearby with his hands defiantly on his hips and trying his best to reduce Lee to a greasy pile of disintegrated ashes with just a look. Standing next to him was a campus police officer. At the moment, the officer was experiencing two separate emotions, and they were competing against each other mightily. The first was awe– awe at never having seen such a large and mighty specimen of humanity, and awe at the simply unbelievable mass quantities of food that specimen was shoveling back. He’d seen all the biggest football players from this and competing schools and this guy was way off in a league by himself. The second was that he was scared shitless. Campus security had two different classes of officer– deputized and non-deputized. This officer was the latter, and that meant that he wasn’t allowed to carry a GUN and he very much wanted to have a GUN right at that very moment so he could point his GUN at the extremely large man sitting in front of him. With his GUN. “Um, sir...” he began tentatively, “did you pay for the food?” “Jesus Christ,” Lee said, pounding his massive fist on the table, “I said I’d fucking pay for it when I’m done!” The officer jumped back with a start as Fred deftly caught a plate of biscuits before they had a chance to bounce off the table. The cashier, however, was undeterred and took a step forward. “You have to pay first!” he screeched. With an annoyed look, Lee turned toward the cashier and abruptly reached out with his big hand, grabbed the smaller man’s pant waist right at the belt buckle and pulled him in close. “C’mere, shorty, I wanna see how big your balls are...” Lee furrowed his brow intently and peered down the front of the man’s pants. “You see! I said he was dangerous! He threatened me before!” Lee stood up and hoisted the little man high into the air with one hand until he was batting at the suspended ceiling tiles. “I SAID...” Lee paused, closed his eyes for a moment to compose himself. After taking a deep breath he opened his eyes and looked down at the trembling officer with a benign look. “Officer... uh... Smith,” he began slowly as he looked at the officer’s name tag. “This is all just a little misunderstanding,” he said soothingly. “Put me down!” the cashier screamed from his position up against the ceiling. Lee held his arm up as easily as if he were hailing a cab. “My friend and I were just very hungry. For a couple of guys like us, you can imagine that it’s kind of important.” Lee smiled and gently patted the officer’s shoulder and all the while the cashier was squirming and kicking eight feet in the air at the end of Lee’s other arm. Fred nodded sincerely, his mouth full of french toast. Officer Smith seemed to relax perceptibly. “It just happens that we both forgot our wallets at the same time. What are the odds, right? So as soon as we’re done here, we’ll go right back to our dorms and bring back some money, simple as that. Okay?” Officer Smith looked up at Lee, over at Fred and then finally back up at the wriggling cashier. “Well... I guess that would be alright. I should get your names for my report.” “Certainly,” Lee answered obligingly. The officer started to pull out a notepad. “Put me down!” the cashier screeched once again. Lee raised his eyebrows as he looked down at the officer, who gave him an almost imperceptible nod. “Okay, junior, you can go back and count your nickels,” Lee said as he gently lowered the man to the floor. The dining room erupted into spontaneous applause. “Thank you! Thank you! I’ll be here all week!” Lee told the admiring crowd. “Try the veal!” The cashier muttered to himself as he skulked back to his station. Officer Smith was about to get the names of the two huge young men, when his radio crackled to life. “Attention all units! Attention! All units are to report to the northeast corner of the Great Lawn. This is a code red, repeat, code red.” “Oh, gee, sorry guys, I gotta go. Some kind of emergency. City tactical units are responding to reports of a large animal. Possible bear. Or gorilla. Or several of each. Multiple casualties.” “You don’t suppose?” Fred said, looking up at Lee. “I’d bet you my lunch,” he replied. “Officer, we’re going with you.” The football players had made the mistake of angering Ham before his powerful pheremones could have any effect. His seething rage built quickly, suppressing Ham’s rational mind and snuffing out the pheremone production almost instantly. He was now a primitive creature, operating almost entirely on instinct of the brain stem. In the twenty minutes since he’d yanked a hundred-year-old elm out by its roots, Ham had cut a path of destruction across the campus, twisting steel park benches like paper clips, snapping trees like matchsticks, even knocking over the statue of the old fart that founded the college. A lifetime of pent-up rage was being dispensed in mere minutes. People scattered in all directions as the ten-foot leviathan barreled through like a locomotive. Close to three-thousand pounds, he was nearly as wide as he was tall, and every massive footfall sent shockwaves through the surrounding earth, cracking sidewalks where he crossed them and leaving footprints as deep as six inches in softer soil. Gigantic, naked, inconceivable muscular; Ham the Beast was like nothing ever seen on the face of the earth. His ruggedly masculine face with its brutish, exaggerated brow over fiery piercing green eyes and high, strong cheekbones was nearly encircled with bulging muscle. Hugely bulging traps over a foot thick rose up from behind his neck and extended forward beneath his ears, fighting for space with a neck almost twice the width of his face. His great lantern jaw was cradled between massive pectorals that came nearly straight up from the collarbone before leveling out and extending to form a pec shelf two feet deep and then curving down and around to form gargantuan orbs, giving Ham a one-hundred-fifty inch chest. Deltoids the size of wrecking balls sat above sixty-inch biceps and fought for room with the rest of Ham’s staggering upper body, forcing his arms out to forty-five degrees. Somehow, this massively monumental mountain of muscle that made up Ham’s upper body perched on a waist that measured just fifty-two inches. Below the waist, Ham’s body exploded once again with size– his quads measured nearly ninety inches, with the preponderance of that mass from front to rear rather than side to side. Ham’s calves, however, were much wider than deep, and at sixty-two inches were bigger than his upper arms and were more responsible for his wide stance than his vast quads. Most startling of all was Ham’s gigantic fuck-pole. Hard as steel, it was so stiff that it barely wagged as he stormed across the school. At thirty inches long and six inches thick, it pointed slightly upward as it remained suspended above testicles like ripe honeydew melons. These freakishly other-worldly proportions were nonetheless narrow enough in all the right places so as to keep him remarkably flexible; and this was clearly evident as he rampaged across campus. And yet, a spark of humanity remained within the colossus. The reptilian part of Ham’s brain hadn’t replaced the other parts; merely suppressed them. The barely cognizant part of Ham knew he was headed someplace, but it didn’t know where. Sarah hadn’t heard from her boyfriend in a couple of days. This was strange; normally she and Paul texted each other throughout the day. She was scrolling through the messages on her phone to see if maybe she’d missed something as she hurried to class. She was about to round the corner of the Science Building when a large crowd came running in the other direction, nearly knocking her down. “What in the world...” she started to say. A young man in the group grabbed her by the hand and started pulling her along with the group. “Come on!” he shouted. The young man pulled her so hard she let go of her book bag. “Wait a minute,” she said as she tried to reach back and retrieve the bag. Instead, she stumbled and pulled them both tumbling to the ground . “It’s coming,” the young man said as he scrambled back to his feet. As she tried to stand, a searing pin shot through her ankle. “Come on!” the man yelled. “I twisted my ankle,” Sarah said through the blinding pain. “What’s going on?” That’s when she saw him. The ground shook as Ham came rounding the corner of the building at a rolling trot. Sarah momentarily forgot her pain as she looked up at the muscle monster. They momentarily locked eyes before Sarah collapsed again from the pain. The young man she was with scooped her up in his arms and valiantly tried to flee. Until that moment, all the tiny, insignificant beings Ham had encountered were inconsequential; paltry insects to be batted away. This one was different. She had special meaning. He paused for a moment to scour his fevered brain for meaning until he understood. She was his rival. Hard to believe, but true. She was the one person that had any chance of eliciting any kind of feelings from Ham’s boyfriend– feelings that belonged to Ham, and Ham alone. He charged after interloper. Carrying Sarah, the young man didn’t have a prayer of outrunning the beast, and Ham was on them in a flash. As he reached them, the pounding shockwaves of Ham’s footsteps caused the young man to stumble, and once again, they both went down. Ham grabbed the shoulder of the young man’s jacket and flung him out of the way. Sarah screamed as the colossal muscle beast scooped her up under one arm like a rag doll and ran off into the nearby woods.

Well it took over two years but I have finally finished this story, all fifty thousand words of it. Truth be told, it could have been twice as long but I’m afraid I don’t have the time to write a full novel so here is the conclusion of “My Twin Moves On.” Enjoy! If you’re looking for any of my other stories let me know and I’ll post them. Chapters 1-12 Chapter 13 CHAPTER 14 “What are you doing?” I asked again. My brother held the weeping tubes in his fist and looked at me with hard eyes. “Fixing this, hopefully,” he said as he flung the free end of the tubes into the sink above Powers’ head. After a moment of fumbling with the machine, I saw the blood reverse course. It was now leaving Dr. Powers’ body and draining into the sink. Seeing all that power wasted on the sewer made me feel sick. Satisfied, my brother walked back in the room and checked on his friends. “Help me get them out of here,” he said as he draped one over his shoulder. Frozen, I could only stare at the thousand pound beast through the hole in the wall. “RYAN!” my brother yelled, snapping me out of my stupor. Still somewhat dazed, I walked over to Cody, who was slowly regaining his movement. “He said,” Cody whispered. “He said he could…make us bigger.” He closed his eyes. “Now…look at me.” I looked at his shredded two hundred pound body and it was a struggle not to punch him. I ignored the voice that said my shredded 190 pound body would be the envy of most as well. “Hurry,” my brother demanded as he stood with a friend under each arm. “We’re going to have company pretty soon.” Confused at first, I soon heard the sound of distant police sirens drawing closer. Shit! I thought. Momentarily forgetting Dr. Powers, I did my best to lift Cody to his feet and barely succeeded. I was still weakened by my own dose of that paralytic medicine. Leaving one of the four behind with a promise to return, we made our way down the empty dorm hall with three naked and semi-lucid jocks in tow. Moments later, we were in front of my brother’s door on the other end of the hall. I turned the knob and gave Rhys a surprised look when I found it locked. Eyebrows up, Rhys unburdened himself of one of his naked friends and tried the knob with the same results. “Did you bring the key?” he asked me. “No,” I responded just as the door knob shook and opened from the other side. I momentarily panicked at the thought of Dr. Fitz greeting us but was surprised to find Kevin behind the door. I heard my brother exhale in relief just as I did. But it was short lived. Something wasn’t right. Kevin was still in his white tank but it was now stretched over his body as if painted on and the bottom of it revealed a bronze midsection of deeply chiseled abs. He filled the doorway. His prior 6’2, 270 pound frame had added an inch or two and a couple dozen pounds in a few minutes. Initially confused, I then noticed the familiar red tubes running from his arms and legs. Peeking around his form revealed that those tubes were still connected to Fitz’s slumbering (and now shrinking) frame. The old man’s face was beginning to look saggy and hollow again; his Olympian build diminishing. Kevin had done the same thing to Fitz as by brother had to Powers, only instead of draining the blood into a sink, Kevin was draining it into himself. He was going to add the 150 pounds of size stolen from me to his already gargantuan 270 pound frame. “Oh, Kevin,” I heard my brother say. “What have you done?” Kevin just laughed as he bent over and relieved my brother’s burden by scooping up a semi-conscious jock under each arm. “You can’t do that,” I heard myself say in what could only be described as a whine. He was taking what was originally mine! Dropping the boys on the collapsed mattress, Kevin stood and met my gaze with a spark in his eyes. He swelled like a peacock, shoulders wide and lats flaring, and stepped towards me. “Are you going to stop me, little man?” he asked in a rapidly deepening voice. I heard the fabric of his shirt begin to groan as he put me in his shadow. Once of similar height, Kevin now bested me by a couple inches and was half again as wide. I heard stitches snap and pop as he continued to expand in his increasingly overwhelmed shirt. I looked down and saw his quads were beginning to press against his board shorts, their ridges and vascularity starting to bulge through the fabric. “Ryan,” I heard my brother say. “We have to hurry.” The siren could be heard blaring through the closed window. We only had a matter of seconds at this point. “Hurry back, kiddies,” Kevin said as she stretched out his arms, flared his wing-like lats, and popped a double bicep pose that sent his twenty six inch arms flaring. Mountainous peaks bulged over his deeply developed triceps. “This show is about to get good.” He had reached the point where he could easily manage both of us if we tried to stop him. There was nothing I could do. I let myself be dragged back down the hall, Kevin’s deepening laughter chasing me the whole way. The sirens were at their maximum volume now and I heard official-sounding voices yelling for calm to the gathering crowd below. “I gotcha, Joe,” I heard my brother say as he hefted the final boy over his shoulder. I found myself staring at the shrinking giant lying in the bathroom. Dr. Powers was significantly smaller but still over twice even Kevin’s current size. Maybe I could teach Kevin a lesson, I thought as I stepped towards the hulking figure. “Ryan, the cops are in the stairwell,” my brother said. I took another step. However, after an audible sigh from my brother, I felt myself being picked up and carried out of the room. Rage took over and I fought Rhys like a bagged cat. “Let me go, Rhys!” I yelled. “I don’t need your protection.” I squirmed against his iron grip but he only grabbed me tighter. “In ten seconds, there will be a swarm of cops ready to arrest anyone remotely close to that room. There’s nothing you can do other than run.” I continued to struggle as he carried me down the hall but I knew he was right. Besides, I couldn’t budge the iron grip of my twin brother. I watched as Powers’ gargantuan form disappeared from view then I just hung helplessly as Joe and I were raced down the hall atop my brother’s shoulders. Rhys had us back in his room with the door shut behind just as I heard the hall door bang open followed by a rush of movement and orders racing down the hall towards the chaos of the other end. I looked over and saw Kevin, standing like a god admiring his expanding body, strategically positioned in front of a now awake and still immobile Fitz. The only sound originating within the room was a panting Rhys and the continuous sound of popping fabric. “Glad you could make it,” Kevin said, his voice dripping with ecstasy. “Fitz is a terrible for conversation right now. He won’t even tell me how he got this big.” He took a deep breath and exhaled with a moan. “Oh god, you should feel this. I don’t know how that old fucker could have slept through this. It’s fucking unreal.” “Quiet!” Rhys whispered to his growing friend. “I’m trying to save our asses here.” “You guys causing all that ruckus out there? Sounded like the building was coming down. Heh heh, maybe I’ll help with the demolition,” Kevin said, although his voice had noticeably quieted. “Oh god here it goes.” Kevin bent over in a most muscular and his tank top exploded off his body, releasing a wave of muscle across his back, shoulders, traps, chest and arms. He was a mountain of writhing power. Traps bulged a foot off his back, which itself spread across his frame like giant wings. Kevin pumped his arms over-and-over, squeezing the bicep ferociously. Each time, the peaks of his arms pushed out a little further and the striations grew deeper. Clearly defined fibers shot across each muscle like sunbursts. His giant hands clenched and unclenched, forcing swelling cables of muscle to run over each other beneath the stretched skin of his forearms. All the while, he grew taller and taller. “You want to feel this?” Kevin boomed and I was surprised to find myself standing within arm’s reach of the giant. Without thought, I touched his chest, now at my eye level. His skin was on fire and the muscle beneath dense as concrete. I could feel him expanding beneath my hand. He was so hard. “Oh shit,” he groaned as if mid-orgasm just as a rip ran up the side of each thigh. Kevin looked at me with a stupefied grin then arched his back and flexed his quads. Just like his shirt, the fabric of his board shorts literally flew off his body. His quads immediately expanded to twice their former circumference as if held undersized in the confines of the nylon. “Fuck me,” Kevin moaned to himself. A dick the size of my forearm was now released from its cage sprang to life, finding its way into Kevin’s hand. He grabbed my arm with his other hand and pressed my hand against his own fifty inch quads. He was a flesh-covered wall of rippling iron. Dense muscle writhed and swelled beneath the skin. “Touch me, midget,” he said between gasping breaths. “Oh god.” He flexed his arm, seemingly involuntarily, swelling his thirty five inch vein covered boulders. He forced my hand across his own body and I was unable to stop him. He forced me across his ever deepening abs and thickening eighty inch chest. “Can you feel that?” he asked, eyes closed as he began to stroke his own growing shaft. “Ohhh fuck,” he moaned again as he came and shot across the room. In his ecstasy, he let me go and I backed away as he focused entirely on himself. The entire scene could have been seconds or minutes but no one in the room could take their eyes off him as he swelled into an eight foot tall behemoth. Mammoth hands which could have crushed a watermelon continued to explore his naked body with vigor as Kevin’s downturned head rose to brush the ceiling. Then, suddenly, his eyes grew wide and he turned around in fury to Dr. Fitz and, to our surprise, my brother. Rhys stood above the old man eyes defiant and the tubes gripped in his hand and needles taken from Fitz’s body Kevin took a menacing step towards Rhys and I suddenly wished I had that cattle prod back. “You want to feed me too?” Kevin asked darkly. His form dwarfed my brother but Rhys stood tall. “If not, little man, put those things back and get out of the way.” “He’s done,” Rhys said. “There’s nothing left.” I looked over at Fitz to find him much like the ancient figure I’d seen before, maybe a little bigger but still considerably frail. My eyes were drawn back to the mountainous landscape of Kevin’s back. Dr. Powers was over twice his size a moment ago but, for some reason, Kevin’s presence was more intense. Maybe it was his youth, or boyish face. Or maybe it was the way his arms and back expanded with each deep breath. Regardless, he looked like a god. Rhys stood his ground. “It’s done, Kevin,” he said calmly as I circled around and joined my brother. Kevin’s face was red with fury but there was an obvious internal conflict. He raised his mammoth hands to the side of his head, his swollen biceps barely allowing him to complete the movement. His gasping breaths slowly began to grow shallow as he struggled against the rage in his mind. Finally, after an eternity. “You’re right,” he said. Then he sat on his crushed bed, his giant frame making it appear a doll’s toy. Rage passed and his mind in check, Kevin looked at his body as if for the first time. “Fuck yeah,” he whispered as he started feeling himself all over again. “What do we do now, Rhys?” I asked. Rhys exhaled and dropped the tubes. “Now,” he said. “We clean this up.” EPILOGUE I sat in my running car, staring blankly at the dash. “See you soon, I hope,” McKenzie said from outside the driver’s window. I looked at her and gave what I hoped was an enticing smile. It was a sham, we both knew. I was no longer big enough to give her what she wanted and she was more than I could hope to handle. I was back to 6’1 and 190 pounds, the same size I started the week. A duffle bag came in through the open passenger window, followed by the face of my brother as he rested his bulging arms on the door’s window sill. “That should be all of your stuff,” he said with a cocky grin. “And I threw in some munchies for the road.” “Thanks,” I said, again with a painfully painted façade of happiness smeared on my face. Rhys wasn’t fooled in the slightest but his face kept that smile. Was he mocking me? Was this how it was going to be now? He knew I wasn’t ever going to reach his size now and was taking his place as the dominant brother? My stomach rolled. I couldn’t wait to get out of here. “How’s Kevin?” I asked politely. Rhys shrugged, sending the mass of muscle on his shoulders and traps flaring. “He’s loving himself. I’m going to try to find some clothes for him today but won’t be holding my breath. He’s getting restless, but knows he should lay low at least until the press clears out.” I nodded. How long would that be? I asked myself, looking around. It was all over the news and people were flocking to the Muscle Dorm. Although spring break was still a couple days from being over, enough students were in town to create a sizeable crowd. Cody and his friends, wearing only shorts borrowed from Rhys and Kevin’s wardrobe, looked like teen bodybuilders beneath the overhead sun. They also looked abashed and had each been a constant slew of apologies since they were able to speak again. They’re not that much bigger than me now, I thought. I’d forgiven them, though. I knew the draw of those pills all too well. A three hundred pound Dr. Powers had been escorted in handcuffs to a police car and driven away. I saw his distant grin as they lowered him into the back seat. He got what he wanted. I wasn’t even sure what they could charge him for. Who would believe the actual story? “What about Fitz?” I asked my brother, who was still hunched over the sill. “I made a deal,” he said, the smile still plastered on his face. “He keeps enough size to forgo the wheelchair and we all agree to shut up about the whole thing. He threw in a few other concessions.” I nodded vacantly, my attention on the circus behind my brother. The press was still attempting to figure out what had happened. They were trying to make a connection between the destruction in the Muscle Dorm and the rampage recently experienced at the school gym. I’d forgotten about David, the growing giant I’d left to destroy the rec center as I ran back to the dorm. They had apparently tried to arrest him too, but he’d broken free every time they’d gotten him handcuffed. All-in-all I was leaving behind a trail of destruction and I wasn’t surprised my brother was in a rush to get me out of site. As if reading my mind, Rhys gave the window sill a pat and pulled away. “You get out of here. Most people thought you were me and I have an airtight alibi that I was in the Bahamas all week. That story would be shot in the face if they saw us together.” I found myself longing to be back where I wasn’t the smallest person in the room. I desperately wanted to go back to my own university. “Thanks bro,” I said as I put the car in gear. “One more thing,” Rhys said as he popped his face back in the car. He threw a metal object through the opening and let it land with a thud on the duffel bag in my passenger seat. “You’re not the only detective in this family.” He winked at me then gave the car another pat. Confused, I let the car move me forward and away from the crowd. As I pulled onto the road running through campus, I looked over and looked at the heavy iron padlock, still locked and connected to the metal brackets it once held together. I felt my eyebrows furrow as I inspected it. It was just an ordinary lock and had obviously been ripped off something. I shrugged and threw it back on the bag as I continued driving. What’s that supposed to mean? Fucker. I let my dark mood fester and before long I was on the interstate heading north. I turned up the radio and let the road dashes hypnotize me as they sped by. I thought of the future, of returning home this summer to find myself dwarfed by my identical twin brother. Walking next to his hulking frame would be a continual reminder of our new paradigm. Old friends would see him and gasp in awe while ignoring the twenty-five pounds I’d gained over the year. Shit, they would probably think I’d shrunk. Could we work out together? The mere thought of having to constantly remove weights so I could perform my set was too much to bear. The beach? Fuck that. I thought about that smirk plastered on his face as I said my goodbyes. Why was my brother so happy? Did he not see what this would do to our relationship? Of course he knew. He was always the smart one. You’re not the only detective in this family. My brother’s words lingered in my head. I reached over and picked the lock back up. It was as familiar as a blade of grass; familiar because they were everywhere. It was just like any other blue and metallic Master lock. The broken brackets still wrapped around the hoop were nothing special either. The lock had been ripped from a shitty old cabinet by the look of it. “What are you trying to tell me?” I asked the lock. Exhausted, I threw the lock back on my bag. The impact sounded a dull thud and a faint rattle. That rattle! Could it be? Heart racing, I pulled over onto the shoulder of the highway with a screech of tires. I’d seen the lock everywhere… and one place in particular. It had once locked away the contents of the janitor’s locker in the bowels of Powers Dorm. Once parked, I unzipped my bag with the fervor of a drug addict. The motion made that rattle all the more obvious. So this dorm is his laboratory, my brother told me as the anesthesia wore off. Specimens, supply room, and all. Now unzipped, I upended the bag letting the clothes and toiletries fall to the passenger seat. In addition to my belongings fell a large brown jar, topped with a black cap. I picked it up and shook it, letting the rattle of the contents within fill my ears. I almost tenderly removed the cap and looked inside Filling the bottle were dozens and dozens of the familiar granite speckled tablets. I was enough to turn all of Powers hall into an army of Kevins. My brother, in the chaos of the afternoon, had the foresight to check the very source of Dr. Powers’ stash. These must have been the concessions Fitz had bought Rhys’ silence with. I felt my body grow warm at the thought of being given a new chance. This time would be different. This time, I would control the situation. There would be no Dr. Powers to stop me. I could watch my friends grow around me and I’d be the giant among them. My heart raced and I heard myself laughing on the side of a lonely interstate. Above the rush of excitement and the orgasmic thought of getting my body back was a single thought above all others. And it shamed me to have lost sight of it: I had the best brother in the world and, no matter my size, he was the bigger man. THE END

It was strange how it all happened. One minute, it was just a normal day, until it wasn't. I still don't understand everything that happened that day, but I wouldn't change it for the world. It was the middle of the night, and I was browsing the Evolution Forum for some inspiration for another story. The one about the threesome that turned the third party into a brawny beast of massive mega-muscles was still fresh in my mind. An empty mug sat next to my laptop that once held hot Darjeeling tea with honey. I grabbed the mug and put it in the kitchen sink behind me. I smirked about one of the benefits of living in a studio apartment: I don't have far to walk between my laptop and the kitchen. All of a sudden, a strange sound came from behind me. It was almost like a sucking sound played backwards, like what would happened if a lot of air rushed out of the way of something at once. I turned around to discover a bright red box sitting on my laptop. A small card was taped to the top of the box. "To VRGoh," it read. "Merry Christmas." A quick glance across the box drew my eye to a logo on the top right corner: a muscular arm, flexing a peaked and massive biceps, was gently clutching a chocolate truffle. When I opened the box, I saw a score of seemingly ordinary truffles. My gut instinct told me that these were no ordinary chocolates, since the name on them was my handle for a forum on male muscle growth. Curious, I picked one up and ate it. I could almost feel the chocolate melting in my mouth as I ate it, grateful for the fact that it had no peanuts in it. (I'm mildly allergic to peanuts and would rather not tempt fate.) Almost immediately after I swallowed, I felt a warming sensation in my solar plexus accompanied by a faint tingling. Both feelings intensified and spread throughout my slim torso and into my arms and legs. It almost felt like the pins-and-needles feeling you get when your foot falls asleep, only across your entire body. As the sensation persisted, I could feel my heart begin to pound in my chest. It felt good, better than anything I have ever experienced, other than the pleasurable feeling you get during and slightly after masturbating. I was so awash in the pleasure of it all that I barely noticed my undershirt and boxers getting tighter. Before, my clothes used to all but hang off of me like I was a hanger with legs. Now, my choice bedwear was steadily yielding to my burgeoning muscles. I could feel every muscle on my skinny body swelling with new power, unyielding in their steadily increasing strength. My view of my flat stomach was quickly obstructed by my ballooning pecs, while my widening lats forced my expanding arms out to the sides. I could feel my abdominals swelling and etching themselves into a perfect six-pack while my growing quads, hamstrings, and calves competed for more room below me. I quickly ran to the bathroom and jumped in the shower. Rather than turn on the water to cool myself off, I reveled in the sensation of my growing body, which was also causing my member to shoot rock-hard in an instant. I was almost certain that I would not have to touch myself to cum, so intense was the pleasure caused by my expanding muscles. As my body swelled with brawn, I heard the faint popping of fabric; my shirt and boxers, it seemed, were protesting the quickly expanding frame they attempted to contain. It would not be long before three kinds of explosions occur: my shirt, my shorts, and my throbbing cock. Both articles of clothing were coming apart at the seams, surrendering to the ever-increasing might of my new muscles. I hit a few poses in the tub, marveling at how every muscle that I flexed was still growing and swelling with new life. My shirt felt like it was clinging to my newly-massive torso for dear life, while my boxers were all but cutting off the circulation to my legs. That's when I decided to put the tearing clothes out of their misery. With an animalistic growl, I hit a most-muscular as hard as I could. My traps, shoulders, back, chest, and arms swelled ever bigger with the flex, causing my shirt to burst off of me. Bringing my hands behind my head, I tightened my washboard abs while flexing the muscles attached to my cock. My rod stood at attention like a good soldier, bursting through my shorts like they were made of wet rice paper. The remnants of my clothes, now shreds of torn cloth, fluttered to the floor like so many autumn leaves. The swelling tide of growth began to ebb, then cease, as whatever spell or formula was contained in the truffles ran its course. Stepping out of the shower, I turned to the bathroom mirror to behold my new form. While I had grown no taller, I now looked half as wide and a quarter as thick as I was tall. My hands began to roam across my new body, now bursting at the seams with muscle. One hand cupped a pair of pecs that matched those of Alexey Lesukov, while the other displayed a flexed biceps whose peak looked more at home in the Himalayas than on a human arm. What I thought was a six-pack turned out to be an adamantine eight-pack with hardly any visible fat. Cannonball shoulders sat between traps made for a linebacker and arms that easily earned me a ticket to the gun show. The fact that many doors would now pose a problem only served to make me hornier, while the veins snaking across my arms and chest caused my dick to throb and my balls to churn. I flexed every newly-massive muscle on my body as hard as possible as I came. My thick chest went from slabs of beef to slabs of striated granite as my bulging biceps jumped out in bold relief. As my crimson cock continued pumping out its ivory salvo, I hit pose after pose in an effort to prolong the orgasm. I continued to get off on my own body, worshipping myself for two hours. Where once there was a skinny young man, there was now a heavily-muscled god of masculinity who would soon need worshippers and possibly equals. I knew that my libido had grown along with my muscles, as I wanted to pound someone into orgasmic bliss. I wanted to feel my thick cock nestled in a tight ass, pussy, or wet mouth as it came inside my would-be worshipper. That's when I remembered one simple fact, one that I had forgotten during the entire growth: I had 19 truffles left. Part of me wanted to eat them all and grow into a massive titan of mega-masculine muscle, while another wanted to use them as a reward to good and faithful worshippers of male muscle. The thought of either scenario got me aroused again, as my dick began to swell with blood.

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So muscular that even relaxed I was flexing. So horny I was leaking cum by the gallons. That's how my life became after playing with the Muscle Builder Ap. Seems my growth didn't go by completely unnoticed. A big hole with the constantly flowing cum kept right on pumping out in the yard. The musky smell could be smelt and felt from miles around. No one was immune, just one little whiff and they were in the thralls of climax. The maker of the application was so enthralled that he moved right in. The massive lion was a sight as if he was one of the poor people that were given my "shared" progress. It turned out that some of my close watchers were turned into gigantic mountains of muscles, though not as massive as me. All seems to be in various phases of my growth as well. Least all of them were still mobile, though I don't mind being pinned down by the weight of my oversized cock and balls. To aid in the cleanup from my unending cum flow, my cock was fitted with a massive sleeve to a hose that connected to a series of pumps and tanks designed to take all I can give. Trust me those trucks were rolling all day and night long. Between my normal leaking cum flow, that lion was more than will to worship this massive body I have. "Think I have finally found the remains of your phone." he called out, jogging back into the house. He did find the busted remains of my old smart phone. I did notice that the battery and back of the casing was missing. a sim card was there. "Seems that you did a number on this poor thing." I chuckled, "It's not like I had any control over it, Furor. Even a light touch was too much pressure. Besides I didn't blow up to this size till after it broke." I shifted my weight a little, trying to flex. "Shame there's no way to make me taller so I can least move around." Furor listened to me, before looking back at the phone. "It's a shame we didn't think of that. Didn't think it was possible for anyone to grow this massive. You're like a god of muscle and sex." he purred as he ran a finger over the length of my cock. He felt the heat radiate off it as I blew another load into the tanks. Outside a loud scream or two were heard before the sound of my cum sloshing and splattering. Then there were a series of deep groans, only to have them turn into moans of passion. Another pair of victims to my cum shots. Odds are they grew a little and a lot hornier. I panted for a few minutes. "Need to make sure they aren't loading up before I unload. Don't want to turn everyone into giants. . . yet." I jest a few times like this after learning my potent seed is capable of making others swell. "Good thing the game didn't have a godmode or something like that. Who knows what would have happened." "I can only imagine how massive you would have been." Furor could only purr loudly as he was stroking himself. "So much power and beauty in a tight massive package. Hordes of worshipers savoring their time, trying to earn their god's favor or blessing. All of them. . . bigger than life themselves and yet crave more." He roared as he shot his load all over my swollen cock and balls. I felt the tingle again as if I had gotten bigger, like when the game was running. But as quickly as it started, it ended. Seems every time he came on me, I felt that tingle. It was hard to tell if I was growing or if it was just the feeling I had when he came on my body. Either way I couldn't tell, there was no scale to weigh me, nor was I being measured past the time I was fitted with that sleeve. It was super stretchy and tight enough to ensure my loads wouldn't blast the thing off. At the same time, it didn't feel like anything was on my cock. It was incredible, like wearing some kind of condom. "Damn, I just cannot control myself when I'm around you, you big sexy beast." Furor panted, as he came down from his orgasmic haze. "One of these days, I'll give you all the attention you could ever want. . . and more." he winked as he left the room, heading to take a shower. I collected my thoughts, that lion was one of the few that could keep his cool around my musky scent. More than once, Furor had his way with my massive form. Either pounding my tight ass, which is pretty fun to get at, once I straddle myself on top of my cock; more than one time he wanted to go right for docking. I often worried what would happen to him if he was still in the slit when I started cumming. I enjoyed the way he has to use his entire body just to stroke the length of my cock, the thought making my cock gush more cum, this time no sounds of panic. I drifted off to sleep thinking about how it would be if Furor was as big as I was, could he give me the pleasure he wanted to give. In the morning, Furor walked around like he was a kid in the candy store. I wasn't sure why he was in such a mood, but I didn't want his mood spoiled. He was playing with his phone and giggling. I watched him as he swelled up a little bit, then stopped. The only thing the overgrown cat was wearing was a very tight thong, soaked with his pre. "How do you like this?" He asked me, flexing his newly inflated muscles. "Or maybe I should pack on some more pounds elsewhere." he played with his phone a bit again, this time his groin plumped up. I grunted as I blasted a fresh load into the tanks. "That was incredible. How did you do that?" He showed me his phone. . . it was the Muscle Builder Ap! "Seems the game still works and I managed to unlock a couple new features." He toyed with the phone once more, this time pulling up my profile. "To be honest, it was your profile that unlocked these features. Seems it now added the ability to let anothers growth be controlled." he gave me a sly wink. "and there's one more feature that only you can benefit from." I grew worried, I knew what it did to me and now here it was again, like a repeating nightmare. "Oh don't give me that look. It's perfectly safe, I didn't do anything to control your own growth, though now you can get taller so you can be mobile again." he fumbled with the phone again. He grunted for a moment then sighed. "Seems the only thing it cannot do, is make the person smaller, only bigger." I gave a slight moan as I felt myself being stretched. I was slowly getting taller, my frame adjusted as my limbs and torso began to swell and lengthen. Seem I felt my feet crush the ground as I managed to stand up, destroying the ceiling with my horns and skull. "Holy crap. I can move again." My cock throbbed and quivered in the sleeve as I pumped out another massive load. Free of the house, I can see the massive tanks I was pumping them my cum into. "Enjoying yourself I see." Furor panted, playing with the phone once more. This time my growth slowed to a stop. "Time to check out how good that sleeve on you cock really is." I barely had time to register what he said before I watched my cock starting to plump up and stretch out. My balls already churning loudly as they refilled and expanded. "By the gods. . . I'm getting massive." I felt the balls behind me rest on the ground again and my cock's girth increased. The sleeve held on for a few more moments, before erupting like a hose. "I cannot. . . control myself. so . . . horny." A river of pre was flowing fiercely from the slit. "Now now, don't get ahead of yourself. Kitty wants to play too." Furor purr. "I finally get to pleasure you in the one way I never could." He pawed at himself as his groin swelled up and freed itself from the thong he was wearing. The poor piece of elastic snapped like an old rubberband. "Don't worry about cumming all over me, I set it up so you'll be unable to release for a couple of hours. Plenty of time for me to enjoy doing this." I groaned and moaned as he played and toyed with my massive cock, it throbbed and pulsed with every fiber of my being driven by lust. No matter what Furor did, I couldn't cum. I felt myself getting right to the edge and then it backed off. Even the flow of pre, was down to a trickle. He licked and caressed the slit, I snorted and panted. Then he plugged his massive cock into the slit. I felt the rush! At first, it was a mix of pain and pleasure. This was something I never experienced before - it was a cross being docking and sounding. I felt him thrusting his cock seemed to be growing longer and thicker as he kept going. It grew thick enough that the urethra was completely filled. Still it grew longer and longer, snaking it's way to my base. "Oh yes. . . just a little more. Just a little longer." the lion panted as he worked himself into a fury of sex. "You are going to love what happens next." I felt the massive member throb once then began to unload his hot juices into me. I felt the wave of cum flow though my cock and into my balls. Closing my eyes, I roared out in passion. I thrusted my hips forward without thinking, I felt my body absorbing his cum and begin to swell bigger. "Wha-?" When I opened my eyes, I couldn't see Furor anywhere. My body was still swelling and growing. I kept flexing as my muscles plumped themselves up to bigger and more impressive sizes. I left my feet pressing into the ground again and carving out more earth as they grew. "Furor?" I called out. "Something isn't right. Where did you go? Why is my growth not stopping?" I tried looking around, but everything was getting so small to my view. I couldn't' figure out what was happening. A group started forming around me. I can feel them caressing my swelling body. I flex and pose for them. "You like what you see!" I heard a few moan as they lost control of themselves and came right in their clothes. I must have been close to fifty feet tall by now. I shifted my bulk, my massive cock swinging and snapping and tall building, tree or pole that was close-by. I stepped down with a ground shaking stomp. Only then did I realize the house was underfoot - what was left of it anyways. I shrugged it off and kept entertaining the growing number of worshipers. Some that weren't part of worshiping my growing form were chased off by the mob. A few took it upon themselves to cum over my body, at least the massive feet that was crushing the ground beneath them as I kept growing past the one hundred foot marker with no signs of stopping. The crowd kept swelling as my body did. Bigger and bigger I grew. Taller, thicker, hornier. In the back of my mind I wanted it to stop, but I craved all of this and more. My cock leaking like a waterfall now, I wanted to keep right on growing. Just the sight of my cock growing was turning me on. I looked down to watch the crowd of worshipers, not fleeing from the pooling pre, but swimming and drinking it up. Some even started to grow as well. "That's right mortals, drink in that power. Worship me! Your power feeds me and rewards you." My voice thundered with a deep boom. I gave into my urges, I had to get over that edge where the vanished Furor had kept me from. I had to use both of my hands but still unable to fully grasp my plump cock. I even rocked my hips as I stroked my massive bullmeat. I was in heaven, I craved nothing more than to be muscular and horny all the time. The more I got the more I craved. I felt my balls behind me slapping the back of my titanic thighs. They churn loudly and begin to drawn tightly. I was going over the edge. With a loud bellow that could be heard for miles, my cock twitched then fired a massive volley that seemed to have landed miles away from me. My growth sped up as more and more cum fired from my still twitching cock. I felt the surge of raw power fill me and radiate outwards. My feet were crushing everything in their path as they kept growing. I shot higher into the sky, quickly passing five hundred feet, then a thousand. By the time my climax ended my cock was a little more proportional to my size, though both hands were still needed to firmly grip it. Planes started to buzz around me like gnats. I did my best to avoid swatting at them when they got close. I had no reason to do anything to them, providing they didn't act aggressively towards me. One got too close, and slammed into the wall of muscle that was my left pec as I got another surge in growth. I didn't feel a thing. I couldn't tell if the crowd was still gathering, scattered for safety, or crushed when I started my growth. I didn't care. I roared out in lust as I begin to flex and pose again, not caring where my massive feet crushed under them. My cock spraying streams of pre everywhere. When I go to the most muscular pose, my cock being to unload more cum making me swell up even faster. "That's right, mortals, make me cum!" I bellowed as my growth quickly took me over a mile in height. "You cannot get enough of your muscled up horny bull of a god! Succumb to my will and worship me and my growth." It didn't take much to reach the California coast. So many tall sky scrapers - least they would be if I wasn't there - standing there as if calling out to me. I managed to pluck one of them, with a twisted grin bit down and ate the stony structure. A second one I gave a little more thought on it's fate. I pushed it into the growing slit of my cock. Once it started its way in, my cock did the rest. I chuckled as I cock-vored a second a third building. My balls churned and throbbed as it swelled with each building. I moaned deeply, unable to aim into the air, I cummed hard on the ground, completely filling the major city is cum that nothing was left untouched. Buildings were blown off their foundations or were completely drowned in unimaginable amounts of hot bull cum. I took a few moments to clean it up, by licking up every tasty morsel. I wasn't about to leave this mountain of cum just sit and cool. I felt my size increasing, my growth getting faster, my body growing even stronger than before. I arched my back, bellowing as I reached another powerful climax. Every muscle in my body swelled with power. I wanted more I wanted to fill the world with my muscle, flood it with my cum, then consume it. I was too big for the mortals to stop me - I was too big for myself to even want to stop. I didn't think for a moment before leaping into the inviting ocean. I'm not sure what will befall those near the coasts, but I was only interested in my wants and desires. I bursted over all, swelling while i was submerged in the sea water. I didn't rise out of the water, I grew out of it. most of my growth was now focused in my cock and balls. As soon as my cock crested from the waters I began to blow another powerful load, watching the seas turn a pasty white. My balls stayed in the seas as if drawing in the water, so I could really fill the seas in cum. I kept growing till I saw the curvature of the planet. I thought crossed my mind, at this height I shouldn't be breathing, but yet I was still alive. I thought back to when I was talking to Furor. . . did he enable some kind of godmode on me. I looked around and thought that it was the case. No other way to explain being so tall that I'm bursting out of the upper atmospheres without collapsing from lack of air. I was growing ever bigger, I can feel the planet starting to give under me. I might had been at least 100 miles tall by now. I crouched a little, preparing to jump. My muscles pumped up as if they are willed to my desires. I leaped with all my might, then finding myself floating in space, hovering over the planet. "Much better, free of the mortal bonds that kept me bound to your ever shrinking world." I boomed, flexing as my body seemed to grow even faster that I was freed of the planet. Lucky for me, the earth was between me and the sun, so my impressive size didn't block out the sun for them. "Time to show what I'm about to do . . . to you." I plucked the moon and held it like it was a baseball. To me it was about the right size. "Watch as it becomes a part of me." I moved the baseball sized moon towards my cock, a big glob of pre formed. As I placed the moon against the glob, it spread, coating it completely, then it began to be pulled into my cock. My cock started to thicken as it began to swallow the moon. My balls followed, then my muscles. I roared out as I swelled out in all directions. The tiny earth shrank to be about the same size as the moon was a moment ago, from my perspective. "Now, it's your turn. This time I won't use my hands. Do not fret my loyal worshipers, I feel your power and hear your pleas, I will not harm you as you become a part of me. You will be reborn as will your new home, once I finish." I slowly backed myself and positioned my cock to swallow the former earth. Like before a glob of pre formed at the tip. I moaned lustfully as my cock grew to meet the tiny planet. As before, as my cock swallowed the planet, my entire body swelled and expanded. I craved more. I wanted more. I can hear the worshipers calling out, demanding more. More they shall have. I drifted out, plowing the asteroid belt. I didn't spot Mars, and didn't waste time with such a tiny thing, I wanted something bigger. I slowed as I approached Jupiter, I glared at it. It mocks me, still much too big. . . for now. I felt myself still growing as I went towards my first gas planet, Saturn. I pondered for a moment, it was huge, compared to me still. I rubbed by stomach as it growled. I cock vored a planet and it's moon, I wanted to savor the flavor of this one. I began to inhale, drawing in the famous rings. Unlike when I used my cock to swallow, everything I was swallowing was going right to my gut. I rubbed it as the muscles then began to bulge and push outwards. I was slowly starting to go from body builder to powerlifter. The rings were gone, then I did the same with the gas giant itself. I watched as the gassy surface began to pull off the sphere and into my sucking maw. My body kept growing, my muscle gut was sticking out almost as far as my pecs where. My cock throbbed and twitched with excitement. "One gas giant down. . . one more to go." I roared triumphantly. I returned to Jupiter. My growth made me so gigantic that it resembled a multicolored basketball. Like Saturn's fate. I began to inhale, drawing in the mighty gas giant. My body grew the more material I was swallowing. Even after it was gone I kept swallowing the multitude of tiny moons the giant had. Even built as a monster powerlifter with a massive muscle gut, I craved more. Something wasn't quiet finished. I stroked my mighty planet voring cock as a new prize glowed in the distance. The sun. . . I needed that power. I drifted towards it, it's power drawing me ever closer. I felt the asteroid belt once more and Mars crash into my body, becoming part of it. Venus and Mercury were knocked away by my cock as I began to circle around the sun. I was nearly the same size as it. My cock formed a glob of pre and my maw drooled. Endless power was nearly at my finger tips. My cock began to draw in the sun's fuel from it's southern pole as I was licking, slurping and sucking down the fuel from the northern. Like two massive blackholes, my mouth and cock drank it the sun's raw materials, growing even bigger than before, dwarfing the sun, till it was gone. Darkness for a few moments, before my body began to shine. I managed to flex one last time into a double bicep pose. my cock so massive that it kept my legs apart. Balls so massive they were pulled behind me and my tight glutes were resting against them. I could feel the power constantly building up, it excited me. I was a true muscle god. The thought pushed me over the edge, my cock throbbed then began to fill the space out and around me with thick globs of cum. No matter how much I came, I kept pumping out more and more. I couldn't stop it, nor did I want it too. It took a few years, but my climax did end. The massive globs of cum slowly began to form into spheres and orbited around me. I was now the center of this new solar system. They did become planets formed from my hardened cum. Soon I can feel the presence of the new planets life, worshiping me. Those that were a part of me were now reborn and worshiping me all the more, in their new life as muscle giants.

Chapter 6 “On behalf of myself and the University, I offer my sincerest apologies. This never should have happened.” Lee Prentice felt a chill run up his considerably larger spine. People never spoke that way unless they were about to deliver really, really bad news. What if he only had six months to live? Or six weeks? Or six days? Lofgren’s manner had changed and it seemed clear that he was starting to believe Lee’s story. He suddenly wasn’t so sure now if that was a good thing. No ones’s body changes this fast and this much without getting seriously fucked up. Any second, Lofgren was going to tell him to get his affairs in order. “Apologize? For what?” he asked nervously. “I should have designed the protocols more carefully,” Professor Lofgren answered. “Who knows where this could lead?” “So you, um, believe me now?” “I’m afraid I do.” Lee didn’t realize how close to panic convincing Lofgren would bring him. Suddenly, he had confirmation that this was real; he wasn’t imagining things. Without realizing, Lee grabbed the professor by the shoulders. “Am I gonna be okay, Doc?” This time, Lofgren didn’t flinch. Instead, he reassuringly put his hand on Lee’s massive forearm. “Well, I think so...” “You’re not sure?” “I’m pretty sure...” Lee stood up abruptly. “What the hell does that mean?” he roared. “Now young man,” Lofgren said, trying to be soothing. “Sit down and let me explain things to you.” Lee swallowed hard and sat down. It was turning out that living his ultimate fantasy wasn’t all it was cracked up to be. “Let me see your hand,” Lofgren said. Lee held out his big mitt and Lofgren looked like he was preparing to read his fortune or something, when without warning, he jabbed Lee’s fingertip with something sharp. “Doc!” Lee protested. “Oh, don’t be a baby.” Lofgren took a microscope slide off the counter and dabbed a drop of Lee’s blood on the surface and deftly spread it to a thin film with another slide. He took the slide across the room and placed it inside a small chamber and closed and latched the door. He flipped a switch and Lee heard the whirring of a small motor. “It’ll take a couple of minutes to pump the air out of the chamber,” he said. “What is that thing?” “It’s a scanning electron microscope. I’m pretty sure I know what’s going on, but this should confirm it.” “And that is?” “You’re infected with nanites.” “Shit.” “It’s not all that bad.” “Doc, look at me.” “What I mean, is that I’m pretty sure you’re health won’t be impacted. At least not long term.” “What the hell is that supposed to mean?” “Just calm down, okay? The scan I ran on your hand showed the presence of nanites in your body. The only way you could have contracted them is from contact with Ham’s... um... bodily fluids.” “What’s going to happen to me? I mean, what more?” “Little, if anything. The nanites are degraded. Eventually, you’ll flush them all out of your system.” “And I’ll change back?” “No. You’re staying this way. But at least you’re healthy– probably healthier than before.” “Oh.” This was a lot for Lee to wrap his head around. He thought for a moment while Lofgren went back over the electron microscope and started making adjustments. Maybe everything’s going to be okay, after all? It could be worse– he could have shriveled up into some weird half-human creature. Instead, he turned out like a human muscle morph. This might not be so bad after all. Although when it came to his love muscle it seemed possible that there could be too much of a good thing... “Come look at this,” Lofgren said. Lee walked over and bent down to look at the display screen. “The nanites are even more degraded than I thought,” he continued. “They’re practically inert already.” “What does that mean?” “It means that you’re going to be okay.” Lee felt a surge of relief. “However...” “However... what?” Lee asked sharply. “These nanites are structured very differently that the ones synthesized in the chamber. It’s almost as if...” Lofgren hurried back over to scanner and examined the data once again. “What? What?” This was why Lee never liked eggheads. “As if they were purposely designed to change you in just this manner, and then self destruct.” Lee frowned and thought for a moment. “Is that bad?” he finally asked. “No, but it shouldn’t be possible.” “We’ve been down that road, Doc. Remember?” “Point well taken.” Both men paused to ponder the situation. “Well, thank you for calling this to my attention, Mr. Prentice,” Lofgren said abruptly. “Huh?” “Let me know if there’s any further change in your condition. There probably won’t be.” Lee looked on with astonishment as the professor turned and went back to his work. “But... but what about me?” “Hmm?” Lofgren looked up like he’d just been interrupted by a naughty child. “What am I supposed to do now?” Lee said in as close to a whiny voice as his new-found baritone would allow. “Oh, well, let’s see... why don’t you make an appointment with your family doctor and get a check-up? That’s never a bad idea.” Lee stared at the smaller man in stunned silence. “You could probably get one at the Student Health Center, as well.” Lee suddenly realized that his jaw was hanging open, and he snapped it shut. “I... I don’t even have any clothes!” Lofgren tapped his finger to his chin thoughtfully and looked Lee up and down. “Some of our football players are almost as big as you are. I bet you could get something at the Athletic Center.” Lee turned and strode from the room, muttering to himself and nearly forgetting to duck as he left. It had been nearly an hour since Paul’s roommate had left for class. As he sat on the floor in the corner of the dorm room with his arms around his knees, he realized that while Ham had been in the room, all rational thought had been blotted out by the overwhelming desire to have sex with him. Paul had felt that he would do literally anything to please the god-like young man. If Ham had asked him to flap his arms and fly like a bird, he’d have found a way. But now, he felt like he’d just sobered up from a very bad drunk; except he hadn’t been drunk on liquor, he’d been drunk on Ham. But Ham had changed, physically. He was bigger, stronger, and a goddamned hell of a lot better looking. That wasn’t possible. There was only one explanation. That little fucker had slipped him some kind of a weird, hallucinogenic drug. Magic mushrooms– or maybe he’d gotten his hands on some acid somewhere, and he’d used it to rape him. Paul’s confusion and fear was suddenly replaced by all-consuming hatred. He’d been so good to that fucking pipsqueak, and this was how he was repaid. Paul wasn’t a violent man, but he’d decided that in this case, he’d make an exception. When he was done, that little scumbag would be taking all his meals through a straw. Paul changed from his cum-soaked sweats into a fresh pair, grabbed his shaving kit and a clean towel and headed for the showers. It was a lucky thing he didn’t encounter anyone on the way, because he’d have probably ripped their fucking head off. He tossed his things on one of the wooden benches and stepped into a stall. He’d calmed down enough to realize that he wasn’t stiff and sore the way he’d been earlier that morning. In fact, he felt strong and vigorous. That must be what happens when you’re hopping mad, Paul thought. As the warm water soothed his enraged mind and body, he noticed the first tiny crack in his theory. Soaping up his, hard, athletic physique, something was different. Rinsing off, he discovered that the appendectomy scar he’d had since he was twelve was gone. So were the scars from his knee surgery in high school. The drug must still be having a residual effect. As he toweled off, he stepped up to the mirror and noticed some others. The mole he’d always had on his chest was gone. So were the freckles on his shoulders from years of sun-worshiping. Instead, his body practically glowed with a radiant, golden tan. There weren’t even any tan lines. Paul’s face was subtly different, too. His cheekbones were a little higher, his jaw a little stronger, his lips and nose a little finer. Even his eyes, which had previously been gray, were deep, icy blue. He looked like one of those A&F models, only way more athletic. This just served to make Paul even angrier, because it wasn’t true. With gritted teeth and a determination to make his roommate pay for his crimes, he finished shaving and went back to his room. Ham left the Athletic Center and continued across campus. He could scarcely believe the beauty of the day. While the fall color was well past its prime, he still reveled in the crisp autumn morning. Ham couldn’t remember when the sun had been so dazzling, or the sky such a brilliant blue. Of course, this was only proper for a newly-minted god. It seemed at any moment a songbird could alight on his finger and serenade him. Ham strode boldly across the center of the great lawn in the middle of the university. The old Ham would have skulked around the edges of the school, the way he had inhabited the margin of society. That was the old Ham. The new Ham was strong and self confident. He deserved to be at the center of things. “Get a load of the fairy.” Ham stopped and looked around. He was certain that the comment wasn’t meant for him to hear, but for a superior being such as himself, it couldn’t be helped. He glanced over at a tree about fifty yards away to see a small group of burly young men. Football players, most likely. As Ham made eye contact, they instantly turned away. The looks among themselves instantly communicated a sense of mirth and derision. “Oh, shit,” he heard the biggest one say as the group dissolved into contemptuous giggles. White hot anger flared in Ham’s mind as he thought about the countless times he’d been subjected to humiliation by such infantile cretins, and he felt his shirt pull even tighter across his chest and shoulders. Almost immediately, those thoughts were once again replaced by his own feelings of superiority. Ham was a lover, not a fighter– he would interact with the young men and give them the opportunity to worship him. As Ham strode toward the group, they continued to look furtively in his direction and became evermore mirthful. “Good morning, gentlemen,” Ham said confidently. “Beautiful day, isn’t it?” The young men started chuckling louder. The biggest man looked at Ham with a smirk on his face. “Ya think so, huh, tinkerbell?” he said. A couple of the men doubled over with laughter. For a moment, Ham was confused. Why weren’t they in awe of his radiant, masculine beauty, like the others? Then, the rage returned. With lightning speed, Ham reach out and grabbed the throats of the two biggest men and clamped his strong fingers around them. The men’s eyes bugged out as they both instinctively grabbed at Ham’s steel-like forearms. A third man came from behind and put his arm around Ham’s neck in an effort to stop him, but as he attempted to get Ham in a head lock, he was stunned to find that he couldn’t get his arms quite around Ham’s neck. The man held on and was astonished to realize that his feet were no longer touching the ground. Ham was growing. Ham’s shoulders split out of his tee shirt as he lifted the two men in the air, their legs flailing as they tried to break loose of Ham’s iron grip. As his fury increased, so did his size. “What the hell...” The man on Ham’s back was having greater difficulty holding on as Ham expanded. The sound of rending fabric continued as the man finally slipped to the ground with a grunt, holding the shredded remains of Ham’s shirt. The legs of Ham’s jeans split open as his form grew past eight feet and a thousand pounds. As he grew, his fingers wrapped further around his two victims necks, their faces having gone from beet red to ghastly white and nearly motionless. Another man leaped onto Ham’s back and managed to hold on by digging his nails into one of Ham’s huge traps . The beast that had once been Ham Conner suddenly roared in pain as the man on his back thrust a switchblade through his ribcage. At that moment, several things happened at once. Ham’s body expanded almost explosively until he was more than nine feet tall and weighed over a ton. His two giant hands closed further around the throats of the now motionless men being held in the air, then released the two bodies. Before they could even hit the ground, Ham reached back over his shoulder, grabbed his attacker by the scruff of the neck and flung him forward with enough force to launch the young man several yards in the air to land in a broken heap. Ham’s sole remaining challenger stood frozen with fear as the huge beast loomed over him. The young man was utterly stunned by the nearly instant transformation from the minor object of his derision to this nightmarish giant. The young man’s brain was on overload as he took in the sight of the creature. Ham stood nearly as wide as he was tall, with arms and legs so thick that one could scarcely believe they could even bend. Pectoral muscles the size of medicine balls perched atop a massive chest that heaved up and down with each enormous breath, so large that Ham’s face nearly disappeared from the man’s view each time he inhaled. Above that chest was a pair of shoulders the likes of which the world had never seen– each sharply delineated deltoid the size of a beach ball, yet deeply etched with fibers and trifurcated into three massive lobes. Connecting the delts were a set of traps that leaped straight up past Ham’s ears and conneced with a neck almost twice as wide as his head. The innocent, handsome features of Ham’s face had been replaced by incredibly sharp, strong angular features that screamed masculine power. Supporting that colossal torso was a pair of redwood-like legs that at mid-thigh were nearly as wide as Ham’s chest. Between them was a set of genitals that would embarrass even the largest bull, with testicles the size of melons and a fat, flaccid cock more than a foot long. As Ham stood there, his gigantic body steaming and his chest heaving and blowing thick blasts of steam from his mouth and nose into the brisk autumn air, it began to stir to life. Ham slowly bent over to take stock of the last would-be bully still standing. How could something so small and insignificant be so thoroughly detestable? He was no different than a cockroach, Ham thought. The young man trembled as Ham raised himself back up to his full, magnificent height. As he did, Ham’s cock rose until it was at the young man’s eye-level– a full twenty inches long and as thick as a wine bottle. A long streamer of pre dripped from the slit. Ham took a step forward, bringing the fat, purple mushroom head within inches of the terrified young man’s nose. “I could tell you,” Ham said slowly and quietly in a deep basso-profundo as he wrapped his massive hands around his colossal tool, “that this is what a real man looks like.” Ham’s huge hands barely encircled the mammoth shaft. “But I’d be wrong,” he continued. “This is what a god looks like.” Almost faster than the eye could see, Ham snatched up the man by the front of his jacket and pulled him into the air until they were nose-to-nose. “You’re not worthy to suck my cock.” Ham flung the man away and he screamed as he flew the air and then went abruptly silent. He tipped back his head, roared like King Kong and then approached a nearby elm tree. Already, his wound was starting to heal. The trunk of the tree was more than two feet in diameter. Ham put his arms around the tree in a bear hug and then started ramming his cock against it. The sound of splintering wood carried across the area as Ham rammed his cock deeper and deeper into the ancient tree. As he did, the trunk began to pull away from the ground more and more. Finally, Ham wrested the mighty elm from the earth. He continued to work the tree trunk up and down on his mighty member, until he finally came to climax. The far side of the tree split open explosively. Chunks of wooden shrapnel went flying as Ham’s super man-juice sprayed out of the opening. He threw down the enormous tree with a giant crash and roared again. People scattered as Ham walked off to find disciples that would pay him the proper respect. People like his boyfriend. Lee’s head was still spinning from his encounter with Professor Lofgren. He wasn’t sure which was more bizarre– what he’d learned about the nanites, or the way the old fart had practically kicked him out once he’d gotten his data. Consequently, he didn’t even notice the stir he caused as he walked across campus– a gigantic muscle-bound figure with just a towel around his waist and blanket around his massive shoulders. First things first, and that meant finding some real clothes. Lee didn’t have a better idea, so he took the professor’s suggestion and went to the Athletic Center. Lee ducked and twisted slightly as he entered the gymnasium. He looked around the deserted room and decided that the best thing would be to find one of the football coaches and ask to borrow some clothes. As he was about to enter the locker room, a young man in a letterman’s jacket came around the corner so quickly that Lee nearly knocked him down. “Jesus Christ, another one!” the man said as he took a step back. “Where would I find... wait a minute. What do you mean ‘another one’?” Lee asked. The smaller man turned and shouted back into the locker room. “Hey Ron! Johnny! C’mere!” Two more men in jackets appeared. “Holy crap,” one of them said. “This guy’s bigger than Fred.” “Who’s Fred?” Lee asked. “This guy might know what’s going on,” the first man said to the others. “Who’s Fred?” Lee repeated. “Yeah, but he’s way bigger than Fred,” one of the other men answered. “I said, WHO’S FRED?” All three men turned to Lee as if they just noticed him. After a momentary pause, the first man spoke again. “Come this way,” he said. Lee ducked and twisted and followed the men into the locker room. As he came around the corner, Lee was met by the biggest, hottest, most orgasmically beautiful bodybuilder he’d ever seen. Short of himself, that is. The man was simply magnificent. He was wearing just a pair of gym shorts as he stood by the sinks talking with some other men. They all stopped talking at once and looked up at Lee. One of the men was obviously a coach. “What the fuck is going on here?” he uttered as he looked over at Lee. The bodybuilder looked vaguely familiar. Lee looked at the man and spoke. “Do I know you?” they both said almost simultaneously. After a short pause, the bodybuilder spoke. “What’s your name?” “Lee Prentice.” “Have you taken any PE classes?” “I took badminton last year. For general ed.” “You weren’t big like this last year, were you?” “I wasn’t big like this yesterday.” “Yeah, I remember you now. You were that gay guy.” Lee scowled for a moment. “Yeah, you were that straight guy,” he retorted. The bodybuilder took a breath. “Sorry,” he said. “I’m Fred Wilson. Do you know what the hell is going on?” “You mean Fred from the towel cage?” “That’s right.” “Holy shit.” “My words exactly.” “Do you know what happened?” the coach spoke up. “Sort of,” Lee answered. “Do you know Professor Lofgren? In the Physics Department?” “No, I don’t think so,” Fred said. “I do,” said the coach. “What about him?” “Well, it seems the nutty professor was doing an experiment on something called nanites. Nanotechnology, they call it. This friend of mine– well, I kind of know him– was infected by the nanites. It’s turned him into some kind of Jekyll and Hyde. His name is Ham Conner.” “That must be the guy that came here this morning,” one of the other students said. “What happened to us?” Fred asked. “We’ve been infected, too.” “Shit! You mean this is like a disease?” A lot of the students started backing away from the two muscle behemoths. “Yes and no. If I understand right, the nanites are dead. We’re not going to change anymore.” “I guess that’s a little better,” Fred said. “There’s just one thing. This Ham guy’s not the one who infected me.” “But you said he was here.” “He was. But that was only about an hour ago. That’s not when I, um, when he, uh...” “Man, it was so bizarro,” said the student that Lee had first met at the door. “When that guy came in here, all of a sudden we were all boned harder than we’d ever been in our lives. Fred sprayed all over the mirror, and the rest of us had to change our shorts. If you know what I mean.” “O... kay...” Lee said. “Now, back up a second. You said that he wasn’t the guy that came and infected you last night.” “No,” Fred said. “That was Paul Hanson. He was definitely the one that, um, infected me.” “He’s our star lacrosse player,” the coach added. Lee paced back and forth for a moment. “Okay,” Lee said. “Here’s what we do.” For some reason, Lee felt like he had to take charge of the situation. Maybe it was because he was now big as a house. He was pretty sure that the professor wasn’t going to be much help– not unless they brought him this guy to put under his microscope. “According to what the prof said,” Lee continued, “Ham should be pretty harmless by now. His nanites should be dead just like ours. I need you guys to go find him. This Paul guy seems to be the main danger now. Cutie and me are going to go look for him.” Fred’s face turned red as he looked up at Lee. “I can do without the nickname,” he said. “Okay, sweetie.” Lee wiggled his eyebrows. “Coach?” Lee threw off his blanket and the room gave a collective gasp. “Uh... yeah?” the coach answered distractedly. “You have any clothes you think I can squeeze into?”

"Congratulations" read the private message that landed in the inboxes of MuscleFantasies, Mdlftr, ChrisCHJ, Jellifish13, Flamedelft, Roboprobo BritMuscleJock, Suske and AlMacArthur, "you have been selected to experience the MGSCS, the Muscle Growth Superhero Costume Shop, the go to place for all your superhero dreams. Our shop is located within a mile of your home for ease of access and our friendly staff will be able to ensure that your dreams become reality. We look forward to bringing the hero into you!" From the outside, the shop looked just like any other fancy dress shop and whilst the inside looked the same, appearances were very deceiving as MuscleFantasies soon realised when he entered his local branch. He was greeted by a very polite Englishman who said "Ah, yes, He-Man, correct?" As MuscleFantasies stood there in surprise the shopkeeper chuckled and said "Remember that online poll you answered that asked what superhero you would like to look like? Well, that was our take on the concept of viral marketing!" and with that he placed on the counter a pair of leather boots, a loincloth made of fur lined with a metal belt, a breastplate with a cross in the middle of it, two rings that looked as big as the shopkeeper's neck and a sword that could stand against the counter. "The changing rooms are through there, sir" said the shopkeeper as MuscleFantasies picked up the collection of clothes struggling under the weight and as he did the shopkeeper added, "By the way, sir, noises are permitted" This is a bit of a variation of the theme of the Mr. Benn children's programme from the 1970's where Mr. Benn would enter a fancy dress shop, change into an outfit and then go on an adventure. The difference is that as well as going on an adventure, each person (the last person to vote for that option in the poll) literally grows into the superhero they voted for and they get to do the describing of what happens when they do, so with that in mind, MuscleFantasies, get growing into He-Man and see what adventures you can get up to.

2 I waddled towards a bathroom stall to clean myself up before hitting the weight room. As I turned the corner I saw one of the stall doors close quickly. I could hear heavy breathing from the other side. “Hey. Open the door” I said in a commanding voice. Slowly the stall door opened and I could see the terrified eyes of the person inside. “Come here” I said. The guy slowly stepped out of the stall. He was about my height; 5’9” and was wearing shorts and a tight tank top that showed off his impressive physique. I would estimate that he weighed about 240lbs. He was definitely a bodybuilder. He stood in front of me looking at the floor and shuffling his feet. “Did you see what just happened out there?” I asked. “Um-no-no” he muttered. I smiled. “I think you did.” “Sorry man, I didn't mean to stare…I just…I’m sorry man” he stammered. “Woah dude; don't worry about it. I like the fact that there was a witness” I said; trying to reassure him. “Yeah?” he said and finally looked up. He had a great face. Young, full lips with a square jaw. “Fuck yeah. I’ve never had that happen to me before. I just reached 300 plus pounds and it feels fucking unbelievable.” “300 pounds?!” He exclaimed. I flared my lats and tensed my bare chest as he said it. His eyes widened at the site. “Looks like you like these massive muscles.” “Fuck yeah man, you are HUGE.” “I’m WAY past huge dude. Check this out.” I said and raised my arms into a double biceps pose. My bloated 25” arms hardened into to two twisted columns of muscle and veins. I straightened and re-flexed. The kid’s face when white. He stared, opened mouthed and my pumped arms. His eyes darting back and forth between them. No matter how many times this has happened to me I never got tired of the effect this growing body had on otherwise big guys. I lowered my arms and moved into a brutal side chest pose. My 68” pecs erupted with deep striations as my arms inflated again. I could almost feel the veins snaking across my skin. I let out a low growl as I completed the pose. “Like that?” “Fuck” was all he could muster. I smiled and took a step closer to the guy. He looks petrified but also entranced. I placed my hands on my waist and slowly started to spread my lats. I swear I could hear the massive slabs of muscle moving and growing. In the mirror behind my new admirer I could see my body expanding. The kid looked like he was about to pass out as he tried to comprehend the freaky sight in front of him. “Have you ever seen this much mass?” He could only shake his head. “I bet you’ve never felt like the smallest guy in the room.” I said and relaxed the pose. I stepped even closer; I could feel his breath on my skin. I slowly bounced my blood engorged pecs. “You want to feel this massive muscle don't you? I can tell. I can see from that tent in your shorts that you might want to do a little more than just touch.” The kids jaw dropped open and he quickly cover his bulging hard-on. “Don’t worry boy. I know we’ll have a lot of fun. But first we need to toss some huge weights around.” “You-You want to lift with me?” the kid’s eyes light up. “Fuck yeah. You think I look huge now; just wait until I’m pumped. Looks like you can handle yourself too.” I turned and walked to my locker to change into new shorts and replace my tank top. Then we walked out to the gym floor. It was arm day for me. I didn't even ask the kid what he was planning on training. He didn’t seem to care either. The opportunity to lift with a beast like me doesn’t come along that often and this kid wasn’t going to say shit. “I’m Dave by the way.” I said to the kid before we got started. “Tyler.” he replied. “You ready to feel some serious pain?” I asked with a smile. Tyler looked like a deer caught in headlights but I could tell he didn’t want to disappoint me. I did one of the most intense and brutal arm workouts of my life. I kept thinking about reaching 300lbs and having cum without even touching myself. I was more motivated and focused then ever. Watching the kid’s reaction as I pumped up also had me raging for more punishment. At one point while I was curling 225lbs it looked like the kid was going to have to run to the locker room to shoot a load. I teased him by slowing my pace so he could get a better look at my massive biceps. Seeing his reaction had me raging to punish my arms even more. I had him add another 45lb plate to each side. He looked at me like I was completely insane. “Don’t worry man, I can handle this weight but you better stay close though; in case I need a hand.” I processed to curl the massive weight slowly. I could feel every fibre of my bloated arms exploding. Thick veins ran across every service. Drops of sweat were falling to the floor. Tyler couldn’t look away. He licked his lips as I continued to move the bar up and down. After six reps I look at Tyler and said “Push down on the bar”. His mouth fell open. “DO IT!” I said forcefully. Tyler grabbed hold of the bar and started to apply pressure. I started to growl as blinding pain filled my arms. I lowered the bar, closed my eyes and started to curl the weight back up. “Press harder” I managed to say through my gritted teeth. The pain increased and I let out a loud scream but refused to let the weight stop moving. I stomped my feet and completed the rep. I send the bar crashing to the ground. I was barely able to move my arms but I managed to flex them for Tyler. “Look at this mass! I bet you want to feel these biceps.” “Fuck yeah!” “Not until we’re done” I said. Tyler was able to do four reps with the 225lb which I was very impressed with. His arms looked ripped and massive by the end. I have to say I was impressed by Tyler’s abilities. He was a strong kid with perfect technique. He was definitely not ready for the likes of me however. He puked three times during our hour and a half workout. I reassured him by telling him there aren’t many guys that could keep up with me but I could tell he was embarrassed. By the end I was so pumped I couldn’t raise my arms past my waist. My tank was dripping with sweat and was breathing very heavily. Tyler looked a little pale but he was looking pretty jacked. “How’s that pump feel?” I asked him. “Fucking incredible! I’ve never been this pumped.” “Good. You start training like this all the time and you’ll be a freak like me in no time.” “Fuck man, I’d love that but you are the biggest monster I’ve even seen. Those veins on your arms look disgusting.” “You think I look disgusting do you!?” “No! That’s not what I meant!” Tyler said and took a step back as if he was afraid I’d try to hit him. “I don’t think a man can be too big. The bigger and more ripped the better. I want to be as grotesquely huge as you someday.” “Calm down man. I knew what you meant. Not many guys think like that. To be honest; nothing gets me going more then when people think I’ve got too big. Gets me going up just thinking about the scared looks on their faces.” Tyler smiled. I could tell he knew exactly what I meant. Seeing this young kid getting off on my size and dreaming of growing absolutely monstrous got me going. Combined with my incredible pump, I could hardly contain myself. “Grab your shit from your locker and follow me.” I commanded. Tyler didn’t even hesitate. He nearly ran to the locker room.

Adam I were locked at the conciliatory closet the school have form so two people can solve their problems. It was a small space. Adam was a big guy almost reaching 5,10 and as a football player he was buffed up. Adam have bullied me over this year for being a very tiny and small boy,and this is the end I decided to fight back. Teacher Grass saw us starting to fight and locked us in the closet. I was very angry. Adam you are gonna pay for this! My eyes become a shiny green. What the fuck??? Adam said A tearing sound came from my feet as the grew massive and find their way out my sneakers. A flying button from the uniform shirt hit Adams head and make him look up from my feet. We were looking at the eyes each other, I grunted as my chest widened and popped open the other top four buttons. Another tear on my exploding calves make Adam look down my quads ripping my pants. Holy shit !!!! he backed a bit as the closet start to become small. No I was taller reaching my 6,10". I flexed my arms and they destroyed my shirt. A very wide back push them to the sides making me look wider and bigger. My transformation was coming to an end as I sproted a thisck 3 day beard and a nice fur covered my chest and legs. I shouted, you puny bastard!!!! Definitevely that closet was a good idea.

A guy posts a photo online after a workout. There is no other word to describe it: he is jacked. The large veins running down the middle of his biceps are engorged from pumping blood to his swollen arms; the thick blocks of his abdominal muscles cast deep shadows. But most interesting is his expression: he looks dissatisfied, troubled even. His eyes portray an insight into his mind. He doesn't think he is big enough. He has gone past the point where it is clear that he works out. He has even gone past the point where people think he is overdoing it, when in private his family question whether he is taking things a little bit too far. After the photo was taken, he will go home and scrutinise himself in the mirror. Dissatisified with what he sees, he picks up his trusty dumbbells and pushes his tired and sore muscles further still. The arms swell and peak, then tremble with effort. He switches to a lighter weight and whimpers with the effort, like a wounded animal. He catches sight of his own pained, desperate reflection in the mirror. He has a moment of self-realisation, and knows his obsession is dominating his life. But this only makes him focus harder on his trembling arms. When they can take no more, he resorts to flexing them hard, willing them to grow bigger, until even that is too much effort. He can't pinpoint a single point when his desire - his need - to be bigger began. It may have been the time when a bigger kid at school pushed him out of the way on the football pitch and left him humiliated. The bigger kid scarcely noticed, and neither did the other boys around. But that feeling of inferiority, of being dominated by another guy, really got to him. It was incidents like that which he channeled into his workouts. He sometimes thought that if the bigger guy saw him now, he wouldn't recognise the little guy he had pushed out of the way. But he didn't want to be bigger, he wanted to be invincible. He channeled that desire for muscle into every rep of every workout. The physique in the mirror showed what was happening in his head. He was taking things to the extreme. He was starting to look like a freak - and he liked it.

A one off I found buried deep in my documents folder, did a little rewriting and clean up. But its more of less one of my first stories from when I was 16. ——————————————————————————————————————————— TIPS Jamie hate Chris with a vengeance, they were polar opposites. Jamie a smart, hardworking student, and Chris a lazy,arrogant football star. They’d only been forced together because neither could afford to live alone. But Chris was taking liberties every day, Jamie would return home from either college or his job at a local restaurant to find the apartment a mess. Chris would usually be snoozing on the sofa, in just his briefs, teasing his unfortunate roommate with his chiseled tanned body. Jamie was getting tired of it, Chris was nearly always late with the rent and Jamie couldn’t handle school, work and cleaning an apartment every day. So he got Chris a job at the restaurant, they were now both waiters. Jamie regretted it the first day. Chris in all his 6ft5 brick shit house glory attracted every customer to his section. Within a week Chris was racking in 3 times his wage in tips every day, Jamie was barely making half. “Some guys just have it kid” Mr Cliff the manager would grunt when ever Jamie complained And he was the only one to complain, the other workers, all girls, loved Chris and he loved them if the moaning from his room every night was anything to go by. Chris knew how Jamie felt and rubbed it in his face at every opportunity. He’d flash his cash when ever he could, and even got Jamie to agree to being the only cleaner of the apartment when Jamie fell short of the rent one month. It was all because of Chris’ looks, Jamie was sure of it. When people came into the restaurant their eyes were instantly attracted to the broad shouldered jock and his killer smile. He brought a uniform a size too small to show off his pecs and abs, he’ll roll the sleeves up so his biceps really bulged. The customers loved it, the girl fawned over him and the guys admired his body and would question him about workouts and sport. Jamie would only get a thanks and a minuscule tip. One day a package arrived for Jamie, there was no return address. He opened it and found a book, an old leather book. A letter attached read. Try the spell on page 23 A Friend A spell book, Jamie thought, it couldn’t be real. He flicked the book open to page 23. Transfer Spell, even the playing field with this handy curse. ——————————————————————————————————————————— Jamie decided to give the spell a go, after a couple days of getting ready he chanted out the curse in the staff toilet at work and felt the power of it surge inside him, then very anti climatically it dissipated. When he returned to his section of the restaurant he spotted hulking Chris taking another handful of tip money, and it made Jamie smirk. The curse had needed something to set the transfer off, and Chris’ catalyst would be tips. Every tip he got for the next couple hours would ‘even the playing field’. Even if only a couple inches were gifted to Jamie it could make the world to the 5ft7 waiter. Jamie had chosen a Thursday to place the curse on Chris, it was their slowest day of the week, so not that much would be taken from Chris, Jamie wasn’t a nasty person, he just wanted the world to be fair. But Jamie hadn’t accounted for the local stadium hosting a music concert that Thursday. ——————————————————————————————————————————— “Thanks ladies” Chris grinned at the twenty the giggling group of girls has left him at their table He stuffed it into his apron, and then pulled the apron’s knot tighter around his waist, it felt a little loose. Chris quickly loaded the girls plates up and carried them back balanced expertly on his thick forearm. His other arm swung at his side and he’d flex his bicep a little for the tables he passed. The ladies eyes would light up and most of the men would either submit to Chris’ obvious dominance or would have a flash of confusion cross their face as odd thoughts entered their heads. An elderly man stopped Chris and gave him a friendly shake of his free hand “For you kid, I saw your game last week you deserve it” The man left for the door, Chris tucked the folded up 50 into his apron. There was always one or two people who felt the football star needed to be congratulated and he never complained. Chris wobbled on his feet and the plates slid off his arm, he stood dumb as they crashed to the floor. It had never happened before, he had perfect balance, his arms where long and thick enough for a full tale of plates to rest on. “I’ll get it honey, just go back to your table” one of the waitresses offered Chris left the shattered pile and quickly moved away from the stares to the other side of his section. He felt uneasy on his feet, like his shoes had gotten bigger. He pulled his apron tight again, the knot must of gotten loose. “Was everything good” he asked a family while pushing his sleeves over his biceps again The table nodded and Chris took the cheque from them, the dad handing him a bundle of ones and fives. Chris tucked them into his apron with the other bills and pushed his sleeves up again, he then rolled them up, the fabric getting caught in the nook between this shoulder and bicep. It looked like a larger fold then usual, but Chris moved on from that thought, me must just be having an off day. ——————————————————————————————————————————— Jamie was shaking with nerves, the restaurant was crowed, and it really shouldn’t be. He spotted Chris a couple times, the jock still had his stupid grin. Jamie knew his plan for a couple inches would be way off now, a few feet may be on the table. Jamie cleared a table and tried to catch a glimpse of Chris in the crowd, Jamie’s section was tucked in the corner and he really didn’t have a good view of much, only a couple booths and a pillar. He flexed his feet in his shoes, they were tight, the curse was working. He dumped the plates in the kitchen and knelt down to loosen his shoes. His shirt was pulled taunt of his widening back, a small tear appearing at the seams on the his growing shoulders. Jamie jumped up, his chest heaving. Which it had never done before, there had been nothing to heave. Now there was the beginning of pecs pulling his small shirt tight under his apron. “Hey Jamie” Mr Cliff called from the far side of the kitchen “You been working out” “Yea…..” Jamie replied, his voice a little deeper then before “Good for you, Chris must be rubbing off on you” Mr Cliff nodded approvingly “Something like that” Jamie shrugged and scratched the back of his head nervously A rip spread out from his armpit, the shirt splitting as he stretched. Jamie quickly ducked out of the kitchen and returned to his section. He moved almost roboticly, trying not to make any dangerous shirt bursting movements. He stood like a statue at a table taking down an order, but he could feel air on his waist just below his bellybutton, and the bottom of his pants leg was hanging about his ankles now. Jamie was taller, at least two or three inches. His quota for a couple of stolen inches had been met with hours left to go. Jamie almost felt sorry for Chris. ——————————————————————————————————————————— Chris tripped over his shoes as he rushed to the staff toilet. His feet slipped out and he fell to his knees, he crawled the last couple feet and kicked the door closed, no one should see him like this. He stood up, his shrinking shoulders slid through the apron’s neck hole and it landed onto the floor, a few bills toppled out of the full pocket. Chris stared at himself in the mirror over the sink, his smaller hands gripping the porcelain. He was shorter, barely taller then his nerdy roommate Jamie. His heavily built body long gone, he looked like he’d just started hitting the gym. His shirt hung loose on him, not highlighting his muscles like it used to. The black uniform pants sat around his skinny ankles. He could feel the tears welling up. He looked like a kid, now of his hunky jock self remained. His lantern jaw was soft and devoid of stubble. His styled blond hair had lengthened and curled slightly. Chris whimpered, his voice almost musical in its softness. He then heard someone moving towards the door, someone big. THUD, THUD, THUD A fist rocked the door, and the light under it was blocked out by who ever was knocking. “Hey Chris, I saw you come in, thought I’ll gather up your tips” a deep voice he didn’t recognize called through the thin wooden door “Go away” Chris moaned trying to make almost childish voice should older “Nah, I think I’ll come in” the deep voiced mocked There was a crunch and the doors lock popped open. A man as tall as the door stood shirtless in the doorway, his black pants were near bursting over his thick thighs. Tattered remains of shoes clung to his long wide feet. The man’s stubbled jaw grinned and he bounced his furry pecs and rolled his huge shoulders.He thrust a plate full of dollars into Chris’ arms. “These are yours” He announced before folding his thick arms over his slab like chest muscles Chris looked at the full plate in his hands. It looked like it was growing, his hands struggling to keep a grip on the widening disk. But the plate wasn’t growing, he was shrinking. He dropped the plate. As it fell so did Chris’ height, his head span as he descended closer and closer to the tiles. He dropped into a ball and sobbed as the world grew around him, the man grew faster then everything and Chris watched as his dark haired head grazed the ceiling, hair sprouting on his chest and arms. The man moaned and flexed his arms out in front of him, and they both watched as a patchwork of veins flickered over the skin. The man’s zipper snapped and a swollen brief clad bulge sprung out. The man palmed its underside and felt the weight of his meat. ——————————————————————————————————————————— Jamie finished buttoning up Chris shirt over his newly grown pecs, the buttons could pop at any moment, but it should be able to handle the walk home. The pants were another story, he’d had to leave them undone, his cock and balls were a little big for Chris’ clothes now. His thighs kept them up though, and the hems of the pants were half way up his calves. Chris’ shoes were the main problems were painfully tight and after Jamie flexed his feet the toes burst out of the shoes tip, but they too should be able to handle the walk home. Chris himself was another story, the now tiny jock was sobbing in the corner of the bathroom. Jamie had draped his old shirt over the crying boy, even if it wasn’t in tatters it would still be too big. “When you decide to stop crying and go home the place is gonna need a clean” Jamie ordered as he checked out his jawline in the sink’s mirror Chris was sobbing a little louder, Jamie suddenly felt a little guilty. He’d only wanted to take a couple inches, cut Chris down from 6ft5 to 6ft2, but now Chris was probably 5ft2. Jamie was at least 6ft8, probably closer to 6ft10 now. He’d taken way to much, but that couldn’t be helped. Maybe he should give the little guy something to be happy about. As he ducked through the doorway and started to swagger home he called back to Chris. “I’ll let you keep your tips, you earned them"

Hope U R all having and are going 2 have a very Merry Christmas..? Heres the last 3 chapters of my festive mg story.. Part 3 Jacob awoke groggily to find himself hanging upside down. For a moment he was too dazed to know what had happened. Then, as his faculties cleared, he was sharply brought back to reality.. He had been in a car accident. The car had landed on its roof and Jacob was upside down in the car and still buckled into his seatbelt,which had almost certainly had saved him from being catapulted out of the the car through the shattered and now missing windscreen. He turned to look at the driver, the guy who had given in to giving him a lift. Daniel was also still hung in his seatbelt upside down, but he seemed unconscious.. Blood trickled from a deep cut on his head closest to his door and the roof on his side had caved in considerably,squashing the door,blocking access. Jacobs first instinct was to unlock his seatbelt to try to attend to Daniels potentially life-threatening wounds. When he managed to free himself he slumped with a thud onto his upper neck and shoulders and suddenly cried out in agony as a sharp pain ran through his right shoulder. Jacob tentatively propped himself up the right way,wincing as he felt more sharp pain through what could have been a dislocated shoulder or even a fracture to his collar bone. This was'nt the place to diagnose injuries just yet. The ice cold wind was blowing the snow stingingly through the broken windows as Jacob focused himself into extracating Daniel from his seat and getting help.. He fumbled to release Daniels seatbelt and eased the older guy from the drivers seat as best as he could.Daniel groaned and stirred slightly as it seemed evident he was drifting in and out of consciousness.Jacob gritted his teeth,trying to use a quick burst of strength to cut out his own pain as he hauled Dan from his seat and through the smashed passenger window.''Don't worry buddy.. Gonna get you some help. You''ll be good in no time''. Now outside of the vehicle for the first time Jacob tried to get his bearings in his winter cloaked surroundings.The car had come to rest on its roof down a sharp slope against a tree, having turned over several times down the steep incline. Jacob could hardly see too far,such was the aggressiveness of the wind blowing the falling snow into a near horizontal sheets of icicles that stung at Jacobs face. This weather was beginning to turn into a blizzard. Jacob swung his hood over his face and then hauled out his bag and used it as a pillow to prop up Daniels head,and covering his face with his own scarf,trying to use the car as much as possible as shelter from the howling white-out.With a bit more digging,Jacob had found in the trunk,Daniels packed bags and pulled out another coat and another scarf. He covered Daniel and used the scarf as best as he could to tend to the nasty cut on Daniels temple. It seemed as if Daniels head had hit the side of his drivers door as it caved in during the cars roll down the slope and Jacob could'nt tell just how bad Dans head injury was.. He needed medical help immediately. Jacob tried his phone but there was no signal. Cursing,he nearly threw it in anger into the nearby snow but thought better of it and shoved it back into his coat pocket.Looking up through the near blinding snow, he thought about clambering up onto the road to call for help from a passing motorist.. ''Hey buddy..be right back.. You just hang in there..'' Jacob snapped off a thick bare branch from part of the tree that had fallen of in the impact of the car against it, and using it as a prop,he tried to scramble up through the deepening snow to the edge of the road.Tired and aching from the pain in his shoulder,he reached the top and stumbled into the road.For as much minutes as he dared spare leaving Dan, he stamped up and down the road calling for help and waiting anxiously for a car to come by.Finally frustrated, he slid back down to the car and to Daniel and lightly tapped him on his cheek.''Hey buddy.. You still with me..?''Daniel groaned and moved his head slightly,and muttered. ''Jeff..?''In Dans semi-conscious state,he could see Jeff looking down and smiling at him.. Jacob was at least this bit relieved that Dan was still holding on,but he still needed help.. He shouted at the top of his lungs for help..And for a few minutes all he could hear was the howling of the wind and the crwaking of the trees. He gritted his teeth in anger.''Not like this.. Not fucking like this..''He did'nt want to end up frozen to death in the wilderness,..like Jack Nicholson freezing in the Maze at the end of The Shining..! Suddenly,the wind seemed to die down just that slightly for Jacob to hear what sounded faitnly like bells jingling.This first sign that someone,..anyone, could be out in this white-out could potentially mean survival. Spurred on,he jumped to his feet and tried to focus his ears and eyes on the sound..Then,..through the snowfall he could see a misty image that gradually became clearer as it drew nearer.''Hey..over here...Help..Help.!'' A shape of a sleigh drawing through the snow greeted Jacob.. It was drawn by a single reindeer,harnessed in leather that was adorned with the bells Jacob thought he had heard.On the back and guiding the sleigh was a figure wrapped in a thick tawny brown fur or fur-like coat..a hood lined with grey-white fur or wool drawn over his head and hiding his face, and his trousers of similar tawn colour and fur. Even his boots seemed thick and woolen..Like this fella was used to the outdoors life in harsh wilderness. The sleigh pulled up close to the crashed car. ''Whoah there Blitzen..Good boy'' the stranger said apparently to his reindeer as if it was a pet. Jacob for a moment was rightfully overjoyed that help had arrived.''Hey mister, my friend needs help.. We crashed and now i think hes badly hurt.. We need to get him to a hospital fast..!'' The hooded stranger stepped off the sleigh,..itself covered in furs and a deep red woolen cover, and trudged through the snow over to where Daniel lay prone. He bent down and slipped his hand out of the thick brown gloves he wore and gently touched at Daniels wounds.The,turning to look up at Jacob, he slipped off the hood he was wearing to reveal the face of an old man who looked wizened with age.He had a thick white beard and wispy white eyebrows and a weathered and slightly reddened face that overall, to Jacob he seemed to look so calming and warm.''My boy,I'm afraid that this snowstorm has downed communications and getting him any help up here might take some time. The weather will close in as soon it will be nightfall...'' ''But you gotta do something..He could die for Christs sake..!'' Jacobs moment of glee faded somewhat. ''My cabin is nearby.. It has a welcoming fireplace,some needed warmth..and i have a gift at helping those in need.. Don't worry my boy.I will take care of him..Of both of you till the morning breaks..'' Why was it for some reason that Jacob felt at ease with this guy..? ''Come boy, lets help your friend onto my sleigh..'' Jacob helped the stranger load Daniel onto the sleigh and wrapped him in the furs and the red cover. ''On Blitzen..'' And with that command the sleigh set off through the snow. Part 4 The snow was falling heavily by the the time the old Outdoorsmans sleigh, carrying Daniels prone body, had reached his cabin deep in the pine forest.''Come help me take your friend inside'' prompted the old man to Jacob who for a moment stood dithering.. Together they propped up the board Daniel lay on and carried him into the cabin..''We'll put him on the couch by the fireplace to keep him warm as he recovers..'' said the old man as he nudged the wooden door open and nodded in the direction of a wood framed low couch cushioned with soft woolen pillows and earthen coloured woolen blankets that was placed in front a large stone set fireplace with a high mantlepiece and several thick logs already burning welcomingly in the wide fireplace. The old outdoorsman and Jacob carefully lay Daniel down on the couch and covered him with the woolen blankets..''Do you have a phone in the cabin so we can at least try and call for some rescue.. Daniel might have some kind of bad head injury.?'' saidJacob as he scanned the large interior of the cabin looking for any sign for a link to communications to the nearest town. He could not readily seen any.The kindly old man spoke up ''I'm afraid with this blizzard howling,it may not be till morning until we can seek help for your friend here..". He stood up after making Daniel as comfortable as possible. He could see the worry in Jacobs handsome face.''Don't be worried. I'm certain that he will pull through with my help. I have, lets say, a certain magic about me that may aid my tending of his wounds that i know are not as grave as you fear..'' Jacob fidgeted uncomfortably over Daniel. ''How can you be so sure..?'' ''Oh don't worry..I have a had plenty of time on this earth to gather some good enough medicinal knowledge.....a few centuries at least..!'' said Nick as he headed away through an adjoining door to another room,but hesitated before passing through to glance back at the boy "Oh,my name is Nicholas by the way.." Jacob did'nt click to Nicholas' last few words.he just shuffled slightly,answering his and Daniels name clearly distracted with worry,to pay attention fully to what Nicholas had just said. Finally relaxing a little,his eyes had wandered off Dan for once as he looked around the cabin,noticing boughs of evergreen holly spotted with ruby red berries,and trails of cut Ivy and Fir branches hanging along the inner eaves or hooked onto the pine log walls. The cabin itself felt welcoming with its natural light wood furnishings and plaid red and green textiles and curtains,a plush fur-like rug positioned between the caramel upholstered three-piece suite placed around a low oak trunk coffee table...In all, a traditional family cabin in the forest.. Dan stirred and groaned,drawing back Jacobs attention, just as Nick returned from the kitchen with a red cloth draped over his shoulder,carrying a tray with a clay bowl full of steaming liquid and what looked to be a clay mortar and pestle to which he set down on a small stool next to Daniel. ''Whats that..?'' queried Jacob, as Nick dampened the cloth in the warm water,the steam wafting up to Jacob and the smell reminded him of spices.. ''Oh, its a remedy that will fix any injuries he might have taken to his head..'' Nick dabbed the cloth over Daniels forehead,then folded it it and lay it like a cold cure remedy across his forehead,propping Dans head up on a pillow.. Dan responded with a groan in his semi-conscious state. ''You think that some kind of homeopathic medicines like this can cure him of a brain injury, just like that..?'' said Jacob finding Nicks simple home medicinal deeds a little incredulous.. 'Nick just smiled ''Have faith my friend''. Jacob watched with uncertainty as Nick pulled out a small cloth bag tied with string from his inside pocket,unfastened the string and gently poured the powdery contents into the 'pestle'..cup and then poured a little of the bowls liquid into it,grinding and stirring it up with the mortar.. For a moment,Jacob thought he could see the powder glitter like stardust but shook his head. Nick gently lifted Daniels head and eased the cup to his lips,trying to stir him enough into a moment of consciousness for him to drink the contents.''Come on buddy, drink up...come on,...this will make you feel better'' Daniel weakly opened his mouth and took several slow sips of the water before Nick rested his head back. Jacob glanced out of the window hoping the snow had lessened. It had'nt one bit.. But through the blizzard,towards the shelter where Nick had placed his Reindeer,he could see another one nuzzling against Blitzen,and for a brief moment he thought he could see a faint red glow near its nose. 'Fuck,...i must be tripping.!' he thought, rubbing his eyes before looking out and now just seeing two ordinary Reindeer in the shelter. When he turned around,Jacob nearly jumped out of his skin.. Nick was standing right next to him,smiling..''I have given your friend a something to help him heal,not just his physical wounds but the wounds to his emotions as well..A little sleep will help him out'' He followed Jacobs gaze out the window across to the the deer shelter.''Oh thats just Rudy,..he helps me find my way on certain foggy nights.'' Jacob suddenly remembered Nicks comments about 'centuries of experience..!' ,and a thought came across his mind.'No, thats just rediculous..'' he said as he shook the thought out of his head.Nick just smiled at him as he let Jacob realise just who he was..''No..no, this is just too stupid.. You can't be...'' Jacob was placing the small things together.. A jolly,white bearded old fellow called Nick,in a sleigh drawn by a Reindeer called Blitzen,..and another called Rudy...RUDOLPH..!'' Then as the realisation dawned on just who he was speaking to, Jacob stumbled back,almost tripping over the armrest of the couch Dan now lay asleep.. ''You can't be him..!'' he said,wide-eyed. Nicks face seemed suddenly radiant and his eyes all twinkly in the light of the roaring fire. ''Who would you call me..?'' ''Santa Claus..!'' said Jacob,mouth agape like a catfish. ''Santa,Father Christmas,Pere Noel,Kris Kringle...St,Nicholas..whatevers suited best..!'' said Nick.. ''What are you doing way out here in the forest..?'' said Jacob,trying to find some kind of rational answer for this amazing situation. ''Christmas Eve is not for a few days. Even i'm entitled to a little R&R..!'' ''But if you are such a magical being,then why can't you just make this storm stop and whisk us on your flying sleigh off to the nearest town..?''Jacob said,sobering up to this strange reality. ''Its not as simple as that..I do'nt really control the weather..Why'd you think i'd ask a Reindeer with his 'nose so bright' to guide my sleigh on foggy nights..?'' They both glanced out of the window across to the deer shelter where Rudys nose was now shining brightly red..affirming the unbelievable situation Jacob was now in.. ''I'm just as stuck here til morning as you,my young friend.'' And,reading Jacobs face he added before the boy said anything. ''..And though i can heal people of most wounds, i cannot heal them just like that..'' Nick emphasised the last word by clicking his fingers..''Healing someone takes a lot of my energy..'' Jacob started pacing up and down. ''This is just too freaky..!'' Nicholas moved to stop Jacobs pacing by gently holding onto his arm. ''..But there is something i can do for you both..'' Jacob glanced down at Daniel then at Nicholas. ''What..?'' '' I know your heart is heavy with the lack of love and companionship. You have felt betrayed by those you thought loved you dearly. But if he finds it in his own heart to love again,you will find him a dear and committed partner..'' Nicholas glanced down at Daniel and Jacob knew.. ''But we have only just met.. And this guy is dealing with the grief of losing someone he loved.. What am i to him..?'' ''You can be the one to make him feel love again,to heal that sorrow.'' Feeling a little awkward, Jacob spoke what was on his mind..''But he is not really my type of guy..'' ''Oh,but once he finds his way,he will become 'your type'.. But love is not all based upon looks..Its whats in the heart.'' Jacob smiled. ''I stopped believing in you a long time ago. In my childhood i did not havethe greatest of times at Christmas..'' ''I know Jacob. When you stopped believing,there was no room for me..And for my part i was foolish to neglect you.. If there is a gift i could bestow upon you i will gladly offer it..?'' ''Well, theres one thing i've wanted.. What i've been training to become..''Jacob said furtively. Nicholas smiled knowingly..''You are training to become a top class bodybuilder. Bigger muscles...hmmm, not a gift i've often if ever granted, but,lets give it a try....'' On A Cold Winters Night : A Christmas Tale. Part 5 Daniel eyes were closed but yet he could see bright light through his lids..With a stretch of his body and a yawn he stirred into consciousness,slowly opening his eyes,and at first unaccustomed to such bright sunlight which greeted him.. Although his hearing was the first sense that kicked in... to the sounds of birds chirupping somewhere close by.When his sight finally cleared he took in his surroundings.He was laying on green grass beneath a huge old English Oak tree,feeling a gentle warm breeze blow across his exposed chest,..which soon sharpened his senses when he realised he was lying almost naked except for a pair of sky blue boxers. As he sat up he became aware of someone else sitting just behind him.Looking around at first he could not see the person,such was the brightness of the sun behind him,but as he let his eyes focus,when he saw just who was beside him his face went ashen white and his jaw fell agape.. ''Ah, Danny-boy, enjoy your little siesta..'' There,looking back at him with a radiant smile was Jeff,shirtless and revealing a smooth slender gym-toned torso.. With the bright sun haloed directly behind his head he looked like an Angel..! Daniels heart lept into his mouth and he felt like a dam was gonna burst full of tears. ''Jeff,but but...'' Daniel began to stutter,reeling with mixed feelings and emotions,hoping what he was seeing was'nt just a figment of his imagination.. Jeff quietly shushed him with a finger against Daniels lips,one hand holding a glass of champagne from a picnic laid out before them. ''Come now Daniel, my love...'' but Jeff could'nt finish... Daniel threw his arms around Jeff and drew him into an unbearably tight hug,causing Jeff to spill the champagne. ''Jeff, i've missed you so much it hurts..'' Daniel was unabashedly crying now,sobbing against Jeff bare muscled shoulder.. ''Everything will be alright now Daniel'' Jeff replied,placing the glass down and reciprocating the hug. ''You died.. Is it this heaven...Did i die..?'' Daniel,full of emotions just sputtered out questions ramdomly and rushedly to Jeff. Jeff hushed him. And they released each other from their embrace..Dans eyes never left Jeff,scanning him from his handsome face to his alluring bare torso.. ''Whats ahppened to you, you look so irresistably sexy and more toned than i could ever remember you..?'' Jeff just smiled,passed Daniel a glass of champagne and peered out from the Oak tree on the crest of a hill where they sat,taking in the wide open richly beautiful countryside around them..birds singing in the air and in the trees,butterflies fluttering across patches of flowers around them..the smell of pollen wafting in the air,...a church bell gently ringing from a spire that stood high above the red roofed cotswold stone cottages of a village in the near distance,nestled by a winding river glinting under the sunlight. ''You remember this place Daniel. Much Markham,England.We came here the summer..'' Jeff paused,smiling back at a beaming Daniel, who took a sip of the champagne,..before continuing.''...the summer before i died.'' He could see the smile fade on Daniels face.''Then are we dead... This IS heaven..Am i finally with you.?'' Jeff cupped Daniels face with his hand and then gently stroked the side of his face lovingly.. ''You are not dead.. I brought you here to this one place from your memory that held so much happiness and romance to you..'' Jeff paused again,noticing Daniels eyes begin to well up.. ''You were in an car accident during a harsh winters blizzard. There was a young man with you in your car but he is alright. A man of kind heart and warmth had found you both near the wreck and he took you to his cabin to tend to the wounds you have..'' Dans face showed signs of disappointment that his time with Jeff was not to be, and tears rolled down his cheeks.'' ''It is imperative that you find the will to carry on and fight to survive..'' Jeff said with such passion. 'But i want to be with you. Fuck my life.. My life is with you..'' Dans arm reached up and swept around and drew in the surroundings. ''Here is where i want to be with you..!'' Jeff smiled softly and he leaned in and gave Dan a short but loving kiss. ''Its not your time..'' Daniel broke in. ''No,..it IS my time.. What have i got to live for,without you..?'' ''You have everything to live for.'' Jeff replied sternly,cupping Dans head gently with both hands,framing his saddened face.. 'Listen to me...Its not your time...I will ALWAYS be with you..'' Jeffs hand reached down and he touched Daniel on his chest,above his heart.''..in here..!'' Daniel could see the sincerity and the truth inside Jeff emerald green eyes, as Jeff continued.. ''You remember that boy in the car with you,don't you....Jacob,the hitchhiker..?'' Jeff said knowingly. Dan nodded slightly in acknowledgement. ''You will find happiness with him,i know.. You will find the strength to carry on and to enjoy life again.. He himself has needed to find that kindred spirit,that endearing love to share, someone to make his own life better and worthwhile after the traumas of the short life he has had so far..'' Jeff could see the spark of doubt in Dans sorrowful eyes ''Believe me,this young man is more like me than you know.. He reminds me,...of me, when i was his age...Young,virile,...up for anything...Fit and healthy with a body that yearned of dedication and commitment from gym work-outs that i was too lazy to keep up..'' Dans spirit was picked up by this memory of their past,with the period when they both went through the ''gym bunny'' phase but could'nt keep up with sweat and toil of keeping their bodies in absolute perfection.. not that either of them were out of shape by their mid forties..! ''I remember,..but i'm 'getting on a bit now for all that muscle mary stuff.'' ''You're fifty,..not ninety..!'' replied Jeff,gently swatting Dan across the top of his head.. ''But i can help you with that.. Just promise me you will live,..that you will move on..?''. Daniels mind reeled. His heart was torn by the thought of never seeing jeff again,..of forgetting even what he looked like as time progressed. Jeff leaned in and gave Dan another short kiss.''I will always be with you in some form or another, in that big heart of yours,...in Jacobs eyes..'' Dan finally smiled again..''You said you can help me with my physique..?'' as he pulled Jeff in for a warm embrace and a more passionate kiss,his hands roaming across Jeffs tight six pack abs and smooth hairless chest. ''Oh yes,...just let your love flow..'' Jeff said between their increasingly erotic touching and petting. ''Stealing lines from the Bellamy Brothers..?'' Dan replied with a slight humourous grin, before both became pre-ccupied with lust. .... Up there, on that hill, a piece of Jeff flowed into Daniel,filling his heart with love, and filling his body with new found vigour...and youth. As they made love,the last vestiges of clothes discarded in passion..with each thrust of Jeffs cock into Daniel,Dan grew younger,more stronger.. His greying hair darkening into black like ink was being dyed into it.. The winkles of age and worry smoothening out and as the years ebbed backwards away,his face took on a beautiful male model look. Deep ice blue eyes framed with thin broad lightly arching eyebrows and a narrower slight upturned nose that gave him a cute elfin appeal. His rough lips becoming soft and moist and fuller,a potential for Dan to become a great kisser and great at something else he could wrap those luscious lips around..! With a slightest of pucker of those lush lips he could exude sexual sultriness that could make anyone who desired him,swoon weakly. A few days shadow of stubble on his chin just made him all the more sexier.. And the change did'nt end there.. As Jeffs angelic body pressed against his lover. As his tending hands took to every curve and course of Dans naked torso and arms, Daniel seemed to be invigorated with new found strength which then flowed increasing size into his smooth muscles. A tease of Jeffs fingers across Daniels once slight pecs of his lean chest,brought out their curves and rounding shapes. The flick of the fingers on Dans nipples hardened them and made Daniel groan with lust,adding more of Jeffs magic touch into Dans pecs that grew out thicker and fuller,becoming lightly dusted with soft dark curly hairs around his nipples,across the mounds and down into the deepening crevasse of his sternum between the growing muscles that grew from hillocks to heaving mountains. As one of Jeffs hands,now full of solid pec muscle,cupped it and tweaked at his nipples,Jeffs other hand flowed over Dans shoulders that rose into full broad slopes that framed a thicker lightly bullish neck,ever up till they nudged at his ear-lobes. The hand cupping Dans pecs,left to wander across the lean stomach that repsonded by ripping and tensing,and then his abs showing though,tightening,hardening into a solid six pack that rose like a tray of rolls in an oven.. Lines cut through sharply and defined the sensuous v shape towards his groin,like small rivulets eroding away at a bed of rocks that themsleves hardened even more and crunched together as Dan gently twisted and moved in the throes of passion..Two more hard blocks of abs arose,crunching together with the six,undulating like sand0dunes to finally reveal a shockingly cut 8-pack..Job done on those abs just awaiting someones tongue to lap way at the sweat that funneled down the cuts between each block like tiny streams to the present that would soon await at his groin.. With both hands now,Jeff ran them up the side of Dans bigger,heavier,mightier,manlier torso,up to his arm-pits,and making way for his lats to swell,to flare out of near non-existance,into huge wide-spreading slabs that pushed him up higher off the grass and stretching and broadening his back shockingly wide,like the hood of a cobra and arising the thought of 'barn door lats' to amazing reality. And those wide wide lats tapered down in a sexy v shape into an awesomely tight and narrow waistline. Out went the hands, over the shoulders,across delts filling out big round hard delts that could rugby tackle Trajans Column and knock it down to dust..Those magic hands of an angel passed down to the 'guns' that soon would be the hot top ticket to any 'gun show'.!Once lean sizeable but small biceps suddenly jumped alive as veins pulsed thickenly across the surface of the curves like water running through a firehose.. These veins plugged themselves into Dans bicpes and triceps and started to inflate them, to swell them rapidly from grapefruits to cantaloupe melons, swollen and engorged even fuller to cannonballs streaked with vascular pulsating electrodeds of veins. Biceps that soon reached 25 inches,and tri's that hung thick and hard,...to forearms so ripped and burgeoning like he could rip up a sequoia. Jeff pushed his cock into Dans tight hole as he felt up along Dans legs draped up over his shoulders.. Thighs that seemed to flex,and grow then swell with each flex until they were full of muscle and framing Jeffs head and seemed to give added weight in them as they grew tree trunk thick full of muscle.. Calves that bulged and bloated and tighly ripped.. Thick sinewy bulging leg muscles powerful enough Dan would look like he could dead-lift a bull Elephant..! With each thrust of Jeffs thick cock,he could feel Dan ass respond by clenching tighter against the sodomising intrusion, clamping at the cock as it slid in and out as the growth flowed into his glutes,raising them up,filling them out and gradually endowing Dan with a sexy curvaceous bubble butt. The final gift to Dan, was the growth in his genitals. In the throes of lust,Dans cock had arose into its solid,rigid erection of 7 inches,but now,that erection throbbed even harder,and with each throb,engorged even thicker and fuller,and longer.. It was growing like Daniels own Trajans column without the motifs.. The few veins streaking up along the hard shaft like old thick dry jungle roots creeping over ancient Cambodian ruins to cap a big flaring pinkish-purple glans oozing pre-ucm out of the slit like a tree oozing sap. And his balls too had grown low and heavy in their sac.. Full bloated with cum,lolling weightily like soft medicine balls between his upstretched legs.. .................................................. ............................................... In the cabin, if Jacob was not with St.Nick in a nearby room,for once risking a chance away from Daniel laying under the woolen blankets on the couch, he would have seen the wounds gradually healing themselves. He would have seen Daniel sleeping soundly,covered in a light sheen of sweat,not from the heat of the fire..He would have seen Daniels face looking calm and serene.. ...He would have seen Daniel growing under that warm welcoming blanket,obscuring the gentle swelling of his muscles....the invigoration of youth flooding back into his face,his body,his hands..The arousal of his cock as Daniel dreamt his life-changing dream. ....But Jacob would'nt be left out.. Not for long.. After all, Nick,...Santa Claus had promised him his Christmas gift.. ....But thats for the last part, the healing of wounds,the finding of love. ==================================================================

Tales of a Lust Mage #6 'Gingerbread Muscle Men' SUBTAGS: Unaware Growth, Muscle Worship, Alchemy, Holiday (Christmas), Characters (Liam, Andres, N. Claus) Author note: Hey everyone, went on hiatus with my writing. Back to give you guys a little holiday cheer! I want to dedicate this story to farresh, a real good friend who appreciates my stories. Happy Holidays to all of you!!! ____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ It was Christmas Eve. Nothing was making noise in the house, yes, not even mice that was almost true, except the kitchen, which was actually very loud. “What are you doing?!” Yelled Andres, rolling around on the plush carpeting next to the fire place and the Christmas tree. He had taken a nap and had just woken up. Liam had been sleeping. “You can’t come into the kitchen!” responded Liam, whom had been in the kitchens for a few hours. Throughout the day he’d been closing the kitchen off to bake pastries and foods for the Christmas parties both young men had to go to. Now that they’d come home and it was beyond late and no more parties to go to, Andres still wondered why Liam was making snacks. Then it hit him. “Hey, you doing some wizard magic stuff in there? Like, with a cauldron and stuff? Don’t you take a break on Christmas?” Andres asked. He needed a protein shake, and he wanted to sneak into the room. “I told you, I’m not a wizard. I’m an alchemist.” Liam responded, poking his head out of the kitchen. “And yes, I’m working on your Christmas gift.” “What, I thought you got me one? Rule is we can open a gift at midnight, and the rest in the morning.” Andres said, standing up and stretching his back. He’d just had shoulder day and his whole upper body was sore. Sitting there, waiting for Liam to finish whatever strange concoction he was making to sell in the shadow-market. Liam tended to be vague about his work, and mostly everything, but Andres picked up on a few key points about the magic-world. “Trust me, THIS gift is the one you’ll want tonight. Besides, it’s only appropriate to bake fresh cookies for Santa.” Liam said, smiling wide. Liam’s thick brown hair had been tied back and he wore a red holiday hat, to keep it from contaminating whatever it was he was making in the kitchen. Andres looked into his phone and smiled, somewhat bored. He flipped through photographs online of the two, grinning at the funniest and best memories. Andres flipped and saw the first picture of them at the gym, back in sophomore year. It was two years of half-done working out and running around the gym awkwardly. Even so, Liam and Andres went into college slowly progressing, and the difference was noticeable. Andres had started out a chubby short dude, and Liam had always been a tall lanky kid. Now Liam was a dense, well-formed tall man. Andres himself was thicker, wider man. He looked over to the Christmas tree and looked at the small present he had for Liam. “Wait, what? Santa? You mean he’s real? Like unicorns and Big Foot?” Andres asked. Before making a snarky remark, he received a text message from his mother. “Si, Mama, estoy bien.” He texted her back. She’d just moved back to Mexico, so he didn’t see her this year. Liam was Andres’ only family since she moved back, and that was only because they’d grown up together. “Next year we should go to Morelia, and see your mum. And Big Foot is actually a creature by a different name, country bumpkins simply gave it that terrible moniker. I read an article on it written by a mage who mentioned it might be the same effect of black-marketed exotic animals that are released into the wild.” Liam said, coming into the room with a box of unguents and other alchemical items. Andres had kept the secret that Liam was an ‘alchemist’ since high school, when Liam accidentally had turned his hands scaly (it was a strange experience). Of course, that was only one of the experiences the two shared. Andres shuddered a little, knowing how creepy Liam’s magic could be. “Oh god, remember when you first tried out for the football team?! How your mum made enchiladas when you got home to forget how sad you were to not be put on the team?!” Liam laughed, placing things by the fireplace. “Yes, Liam. I was small before I hit puberty senior year, and I’m Mexican-American. Thanks for sending that point home. Now what the hell are you doing, and should I be afraid and/or contact your magical friends?” Andres grumbled. He looked over at the red and green mirror decoration Liam brought with him to the cabin. He looked at himself for a bit, instinctively fixing his hair before moving onto his original goal. Needed to really work those shoulders next workout. Andres then returned to creeping behind Liam to see all the commotion. “I’m making an offering.” Liam said. Andres observed the chalice, silver probably, full of milk. A gold-leaf dish displayed many perfectly made cookies, gingerbread. They had been baked at the right time Liam chose for this special ritual. They smelled wonderful, spiced with lots of cinnamon. Candles of pine were lit and a stick of frankincense flickered with its pungent odor. “Wait, to Santa?” Andres asked, his mouth pursing long in suspicion. “Yes, to Santa. It’s almost midnight, so I best hurry.” Liam said, grabbing water and splashing it over the fire. Steam overflowed, outward as Andres jumped back, in a start. The clock reached the witching hour, and Liam smiled. “THE HELL, LIAM!?” Andres yelped, trying to see through the thick steam. The pine candles didn’t go out, and the incense didn’t dampen. The room became dark without artificial light and the fireplace dead. Liam’s chalk slid slowly on the wood flooring, drawing a snowflake-like sigil. “THIS IS NOT A CHRISTMAS I LIKE, LIAM!!! THIS IS A SCARY CHRISTMAS, LIAM!” Andres yelped. He weighed a good 175 lbs. of muscle and bone, but he still felt more uncomfortable about things than his lighter friend. Liam only whispered things in an ancient wording, before moving onto English. His English accent made the poetry of the ritual even more mystic. “Oh, Paladin of Hope and Retribution, Rider on the winds of the dead winter, Elder father still stronger than the young, Hunter of Strength even in the cold, I give you offering, of all the four elements, So you may feel comfortable whilst you stay in our abode.” An icy wind blasted through the fireplace, covering the entire hearth in glassy frost. Andres instinctively lifted up his hand, the terrible cold threatening to knock him down from where he was standing. He coughed, looking around as the scent of mint and cinnamon permeated the room heavily. “Liam?” Andres asked, wafting the fog with his hand. “Andres, meet a good friend of mine,” Liam said, the silhouette of a massive man standing in front of both of them. “Nicolas, this is Andres. Andres, let me introduce Nicolas Claus.” Andres stared at the giant man, standing nine feet tall over the two. The man was wider than the sleigh one would assume he rode. His shoulders hunched over, a massively flared back creeping up in the muscular meat of his trapezoids, wanting to swallow his head. His body was decorated with a sprinkling of white body hair. He wore a large red coat, so long it seemed to be like a duster that dragged as the massive man walked around. Andres was already impressed (and sexually attracted…) with the massive mythical man, but his monstrous arms topped of the masterpiece of a man as they poked out of coat’s sleeveless form. “Pleasure to meet you, boy.” Claus’s mouth said behind his thick beard, his obelisk legs waddling as he walked over to Andres. Andres stared. Santa’s arms looked like they couldn’t even match a normal man’s anatomy. Andres’s mouth held open, simply astounded by what was going on in the room. “I-I-I’m Andres,” Andres stuttered. “I know that.” Claus responded, shaking Andres’s limp hand. “H-How even?! You’re! And you’re here! Liam?!” Andres stuttered, in a panic. Liam and Santa laughed, the young man still thoroughly confused. He was surprised to see that Santa wore an eye-patch. Obviously that wasn’t the ONLY thing that had Andres confounded. “I actually was not very good at summoning back while I learned what I do nowadays. But there was ONE gentleman I could summon. Sadly it was a fluke because I’d been lucky enough to catch him when I was a child.” Liam said. “Liam was a very nice young man but I assumed he was non-magical in nature, so I did not whisk myself away through the house. He caught me in the middle of putting his presents down one year.” Claus said. Andres noticed he had a very subtle accent. Russian, maybe? “S-so what are you here for?” Andres asked, as if he had never heard a Christmas carol. The massive man loomed over him. His eyebrows were so thick they seemed to cover his face in the dimness of the room. He patted Andres’s head and laughed- the big hardy laugh mentioned in all the stories. “I am here for the cookies of Liam’s making. They are one of my favorite. We always celebrate and exchange gifts this way!” laughed Claus. “SO WHY THE CREEPY MAGIC STUFF, LIAM!?” Andres yelled, still very confused. He held his head as the fire went alit in blue flame. It flickered, not melting the ice in the tiny cabin the two young men had rented out. “Well, because we’re making a trade. I give Santa the best cookies most alchemists can make, and he gives me more than the usual goodies he brings good boys and girls.” Liam said, sitting down on the couch. Claus simply folded his legs, actually about as tall as Andres sitting on the couch. “What do you want it be this year, Liam?” Claus asked, sifting through a small red sack. This must have been the one with all the toys, right? “I wrote you the letter, as usual.” Liam said, showing him the cookies. “These aren’t decorated.” Claus said, squinting. You couldn’t tell, he was so furry-faced, but his strong brow furled a bit. “Oh, that’s because you’re supposed to gimme what I wanted!” Liam joked. Andres sat there, still trying to process everything. Santa was in the living room with them. And Liam was making some weird trade with him. Santa chortled again, finally pulling out a large vial of frosting. Liam’s face became bright as he looked at it, tied in a big red ribbon. “Yes! THAT!” Liam said, giddy. The happy giant handed him the vial and looked at the cookies, excited. Liam quickly took off the bow and decorated the cookies with the frosting. He then ran to the kitchen to grab more cookies. He brought out the plate chock-full of other cookies and placed them in front of Andres. “You really like gingerbread, Mr. Santa?” Andres asked. “Please, call me Claus. CLAH-OS.” Santa said, chuckling as he reached out for the tiny glass of milk and a small gingerbread man. “Damn, all these are for you?” Andres asked. “I suppose it makes sense, you’re pretty big for a guy who only plans to eat a few cookies.” “No, no, these are for us two, Santa only eats seven cookies at each stop, if that much. There’s more than enough going around.” Liam said. “For us?” Andres asked. Claus munched and savored the perfect cookies. “Yeah, you’re going to love them, trust me. Just need to make sure to let them cool.” Liam responded, decorating all the trees and gingerbread men. “Do you plan on leaving, then, Santa?” “Yes, my reindeer are… Restless… I’m sure you’ll hear about it if I don’t get them moving again in a bit. Too bad these cookies don’t do what could before to me. But you two enjoy… And don’t eat too many…” Santa said, getting up in a slow, rumbling lift. He grabbed a few more cookies and placed them into a small box, labeled to someone else. He shook Liam’s hand and turned into a frost that went back through the chimney. As quickly as he’d appeared, he disappeared. The room went back to normal, no longer frosted by magic. “For all the weird shit you’ve had happen, this really,” “Puts the frosting on the cake?” Liam interrupted Andres, the cookies’ frosting becoming stiff, ready to eat. He laughed a little, picking one up and handing it to his friend. “So you just want me to eat a cookie?” “No, I want you to do more, but we’ll see how much more.” Liam responded. Andres stared at him, the corners of his mouth pursed back, suspicious. Liam nodded, prompting his friend to take a bite. Andres closed his eyes, nervously putting the cookie in his mouth. He breathed in before quickly biting down. The cookie tasted amazing. It wasn’t very sweet itself, more mild and a bass for the sweetness that was in the frosting. He chewed, almost moaning from how good the cookies were. Liam was a pretty good cook and baker, but this tasted amazing. He found himself without the cookie, having finished it before thoroughly examining its flavor. “Holy shit. The hell is in these?” Andres asked, reaching for another. He hesitated after picking a glossy white snowflake cookie, still a bit cautious. “Just eat, man. They’re good for you, I made them with a ‘protein-gingerbread’ recipe. Santa worries about his protein intake as much as you do.” Liam responded. He too grabbed a cookie and munched. He savored the flavor too, proud of his alchemical handiwork. “Fine, okay.” Andres said, before stuffing his face with the cookie. He was almost embarrassed, but they were so god-damn good. Andres hadn’t even noticed his hand reaching for another as he asked, “Extra protein? Really?” “Yeah, extra protein and the frosting is Santa’s recipe, made from only the finest ingredients, not a lot of fat. So don’t worry about breaking diet. Eat as many as you like.” Liam said, eating his second. He stared at Andres’s chest, excited to see the results of his work. Andres meanwhile ate the cookie and munched, thoroughly enamored with the snack. He didn’t even notice how tight his pants felt as he chewed his fifth cookie. “So, you used all your ‘Christmas goodness’ on frosting? I mean, these cookies are fucking amazing, but couldn’t you ask for dragon scales or something you usually want to put in potions and stuff?” Andres asked. Man, the fireplace was getting really hot, Andres felt a sweat coming on. “You underestimate the power of a good cookie. Santa agreed to fulfill both our Christmas wishes. In fact, all of them.” Liam said, trying not to groan as his own shirt tightened at the hems and collar. His biceps already felt like they were filling out. He tried not to smile too hard, but he was so excited to see Andres swell. “Man… These are…” Andres said, feeling a bit hazy as he picked up his seventh cookie. “These are really fucking delicious, Liam. I can’t even stop eating them!” He joked, not aware of how true the words were. He felt something different in his back. He almost stopped eating, staring at the fire to try and sense what was wrong. Andres brushed off the feeling, Liam knowing well that his back was thickening, pushing outward. “All our Christmas wishes?” Andres asked, finishing the seventh cookie. He winced a bit, noticing the pain in his groin. Fuck, he had just jacked off a few hours ago. He bit his tongue as he looked over at Liam, his balls denser than the time he hadn’t jacked off for two weeks on a dare (he kept his word, and wished he hadn’t that time…). Andres’s eyes went wide, however, looking upon his alchemist friend. Liam smiled, his mouth nibbling on a tree-shaped cookie. Liam looked like he had grown! But that wasn’t possible right? Andres’s brow furled up a bit the moment he looked down at Liam’s thick, rock-hard chest. It peeked out of the sweater, tempting Andres as it always did. Liam looked thicker tonight, too. Liam was a fairly long guy, even with working out as hard as he did. Maybe he was really starting to pack on mass now… “Oh yeah, crud, this feels good. Oh, sorry, what’d you ask, Andy? Yeah, you’ve been a real nice guy this year, so you get all your gifts. Santa knows when you’ve been good.” Liam responded, before flexing his arm behind his head. Andres gasped through his nose as he heard the sweater strain its thick weaving on Liam’s spreading lats. “What the hell?!” Andres said, dropping the cookie he was working on. Eighth or ninth- Andres was losing count. He spoke in an amazed voice, “You’re- you’re growing, Liam! You already look huge now!” “Speak for yourself, Andy. I only ate about three cookies. How many have you eaten now?” Andres stared, still confused. Then he processed what Andy was insinuating. He looked over to the mirror- his eyes shooting wide. Andres was a fairly muscular man already, but now… He had grown to become even more. He stared at the thick neck that held his head, like a pedestal. His traps pushed around his waffle-knit shirt. He could see the texture, once perfect, now stretched in all manner of places as it strained to contain its owner. Andres gulped as he looked at the wide frame he’d swollen; his shoulders were pushing away from him. “F-fucking- what happened!?” Andres asked, his chest beginning to heave. Holy shit, it was big too. Andres’s lips pursed again as he felt his cock twitch; he was becoming aroused. How could he not have noticed this happening?! “What, don’t like it?” Liam asked, grabbing another cookie. He could have used some tea, maybe with milk. “N-no, I do, I just, what is this?” Andres asked, standing up and almost falling as his thick, striated left thigh shoved over his right. He looked at his legs in the small reflection and stared, his heart beating fast and hot. His warm leisure pants stretched over his huge hamstrings, poking the fabric like frames behind the cloth. Andres finally groaned as his cock roared awake, pushing the soft fabric perfectly to its swollen contour. Embarrassed, he tried to place his hands over swelling erection. He felt his face become even reader when the threads of his sleeves popped. They’d give way soon if he didn’t stop growing. Even so, his mind quickly pondered the idea of seeing his clothes tear. His eyes glanced over to the cookie that lay on the couch, still half-eaten. “Go ahead, man. Let’s just eat as many as you want.” Liam said, biting into another cookie. Andres followed the advice and walked over, sitting much closer to Liam this time. Liam had never been this flirtatious, if he’d ever been flirtatious to begin with… But he didn’t seem bothered to sit so close to him, so Andres only smiled and bit into the cookie, nervously. “Ah, I think... I can feel it…” Andres said, swallowing the cookie and moving onto another. “That’s because you’ll feel it the more you grow.” Liam said, huffing as he felt his own erection swelling in his jeans. These pants were far more constricting than Andres’s, so Liam decided to fix the situation. “Hey, I bet I can eat more than you.” Liam said, poking Andres. Andres groaned, feeling the pump of his heart sending growth through him, each beat. Each pump of blood, thumping as it swelled him up like a balloon. “What, no, I’ve always been bigger. You got magic and now want to beat me?” Andres groaned, seeing his stomach stick out a bit under his tightening shirt. He could see the perfect abdomen of muscle begin to crunch under his skin, growing as he bit into the eleventh cookie. “Fine, but you better start eating faster,” Liam said, grabbing two cookies and biting into both of them. Andres chewed and tried swallowing without thinking about enjoying the flavor; Liam chuckled as his sweater began to tear. Andres angrily grabbed two cookies. He felt a little embarrassed as he breathed in and stuffed one in his mouth, but the flavor was so sweet and good he found himself chewing faster just to stuff the next one inside. “Yeah, eat up, Andy, I want to see you blow up.” Liam said, chewing. Andres felt his glutes push him upward, the couch creaking as he thickened even more. He felt the pants constricting his blood, fighting to stay intact. He growled, stuffing his mouth with another baked gingerbread man. Muffled with sweets, he tried to say something. “Fuck, it feels good, man. I’m growing so big!” He growled, fumbling through words as the sweet frosting stuck to the roof of his mouth. He grabbed a handful of cookies and finally gave up on eating with composure, stuffing his mouth chockfull of sweet gingerbread. He groaned, holding onto his stomach as his arms croaked with mass. The sound of cloth tearing aroused him as well, even if the growth felt a little uncomfortable. Liam breathed heavily, trying not to moan as his jeans tore with newly growing muscle. He looked over at the erection that finally popped out of Andres’s pants and smiled, straddling the cock in his right hand as he grabbed another frosted cookie. “Fuck, man, I’m still not as big as you, but…” Liam managed to compliment, before moaning as Andres reached over and gagged him with a gingerbread man. Andres was horny as hell and wanted to see Liam massive to, so he began feeding the both of them. Liam couldn’t keep up with the feeding, but held his mouth at the ready. Andres roared, his shirt finally tearing open as his pectorals swelled outward. His lats spread like wings as he flexed in a perfect double bicep pose- he was sweating in ecstasy. “Mmfuck yeah, man…” Liam muffled, following suit and flexing his own giant biceps in the same pose. Andres heaved, finally finishing the last cookies as the shreds of cloth wrapped around his swollen, rock-hard contour. He looked over at Liam and smiled, still trying to catch his breath. Liam’s smile still looked soft even though he could very well weigh 300 lbs. in muscle alone. “Fuck, Liam. This is- it’s amazing!” “I know. I think you deserve it. And your other Christmas wish, too.” Liam said, hulking his upper body to touch Andres. “What do you mean?” Andres asked. Liam laughed and finally pressed his body against Andres. He opened the small box meant for Christmas morning, revealing a chain Andres had bought him. “You wanted to ask me out, and I think it’s exactly what you’re going to get.” Liam said, slowly reaching with his massive arm around the larger Andres. Andres simply stood there, huge and hot. They kissed. Liam reached and squeezed Andres’s thick arms, pressing as hard as he could (which was a lot, considering the swollen bowling-ball arms he had). As they tore off the last shreds of clothes, Liam knelt down and lifted his arms, squeezing Andres’s throbbing erection in the crevice of his bicep and forearm. “Fuck yeah, Liam, you’re fucking huge!” In a single breath, Liam squeezed as hard as possible, spreading the thick pre that dribbled out of Andres around into the perfect lube. Liam let his tongue slide around Andres’s stomach as he jutted back-and-forth through the muscular crease. Andres couldn’t hold it any longer and grabbed Liam’s head, forcing his cock into his mouth. They moaned in unison, their hands rubbing each other’s swollen, solid bodies. “Liam, oh man, it feels so good! It feels so good to be this strong! I love feeling you even more than I ever thought it would!” Andres moaned. He flexed his arms up and licked his body, tasting the paper-thin skin. Andres moaned, Liam’s hands running up to caress his thick chest. He kept jutting forward to fill Liam’s small mouth, enjoying the sensation of wet tongue and tight throat. The hands moved to pinch his sensitive muscle-man nips then down again to move around the grooves of his newly formed giant abdomen. “Yeah, Andy, come on, bounce that muscle-cock!” Liam ordered, his voice deeper than it had been a few hours ago. Andres was too worked up to notice his own voice was a deep bass as well. Liam pulled himself off and licked Andres’s heavy, swollen nuts. Andres then whined, ready to explode at any moment. Liam stood up and forced his mouth onto Andres, tasting the sweetness left behind by the cookies that originally grew them huge. They began to frot, Liam’s saliva and Andres’s precome thoroughly lubing them as they pressed their thick muscles against each other. Their nips slid against each other as Andres noticed he’d gotten a little taller- enough to match his masculine mate. Andres quickly wrapped his thick arms around Liam and squeezed; so much he would’ve broken a normal man in two. Liam simply flexed his abs and spread his back open. Their massive quads did a wonderful job milking each other and soon the two were roaring, still squeezing and flexing. “I’m gonna blow!” Andres roared his arms going high up in the air as Liam’s hands pushed them up. Liam enjoyed feeling the lats under Andres’s arms. “Yeah, blow with me!” roared back Liam, breathing as close as he could to Andres’s neck (they were so wide and thick, it was hard to get close at this point). Andres gasped in unison with Liam, their cocks sliding upward as they exploded in a shower of thick, white cream. “Aww fuck! SO FUCKING POWERFUL!” Andres bellowed, Liam simply roaring in ecstasy. Ropes and ropes of thick cream splattered all over the place and Andres closed his eyes, holding Liam’s face as come actually landed on his own. He let his lips open so he could taste the juice that had been formed by two grown muscle-gods. It tasted surprisingly sweet, and very familiar. After they awoke Christmas morning (they went on and experienced many other sexual acts on Christmas Eve, capable of orgasm with full virility), they laughed and cooked breakfast. Eating to keep up this new weight would be hard, but Liam said they’d manage. “So is there cum in the cookies?” Andres asked. He didn’t feel so embarrassed to do so. “Well, technically. But it’s been distilled and altered through ‘natural’ alchemy. Only Santa knows how to make it, and he only leaves it for the nicest men who really want to grow. I made a deal to create cookies that would match. The frosting itself grows you, but you quickly shrink back if you don’t work your muscles hard and eat right. The cookies lengthen that time. I’m sure there’s someone having a GREAT Christmas morning right now, eating the cookies I let him have…” Liam said, frosting a new batch of cookies himself. “Lucky guy, then. Well, not so lucky. He doesn’t have you. Oh, are we going to eat those too? I don't think I need to be bigger, but damn, we'd both look amazing if we grew some more.” Andres said, feeling more confident than ever. Liam simply laughed. “No, some of these are to sell; nobody can recreate them so Santa won't be mad at me. If you want to eat some, we can have a little fun I guess. As to the person who got lucky enough to get them today it's only if he’s been REALLY good this year. Santa’s sure to let him have a cookie or two.” The two massive muscle-men kissed and laughed, excited to play with some more growing cookies. As Liam said, Santa DID give some cookies to a lucky guy, but whoever knows who it was? Maybe it'll be you this year, if you've been REALLY good. END TALE

Coach Conway walked in when he heard nothing but silence from the locker room. He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw Colin in the middle of the room. His broad shoulders were extended as he bridged the gap between the massive Jackson, and the diminutive Marcus. Coach Conway looked down at the broken locker clasps on the floor. "What happened here?" The room was still and silent, except for Marcus, who spoke up and said "Well it wasn't Jackson." The Coach knew better than to challenge Colin, especially in front of the whole team. With his back still turned to Coach Conway, Colin spoke up. "Hey Coach, I need to see Jackson's progress file. All of his on-field stats, and his training history, dating back to when he started on the team." When he didn't hear any movement, Colin twisted at the waist and just looked over at me. As soon as Coach saw that big frame turning, he ran back into his office. "Hey everyone, that's my big brother Greg. Some of you know him from last year's team, although you might not recognize him. I put 17lbs of muscle on him in a few weeks." I put. Those words rung in my ears, probably because they were true. Here I was, standing in my old locker room, with my old team, and my younger brother was overshadowing me. Before he even took to the field. Within minutes, he had mastered the team and everyone was fixated on him. Honestly, I was quite proud of him, and I stood up straight as he looked at me and pushed my chest out. My eyes were right on Colin's and as his gaze drifted, he pulled my line of vision right to Marcus. Marcus was staring at me intently, almost as if he was sizing me up. I vaguely remembered him from last season, but certainly not for any athletic skills he may have had. I felt his eyes on me, and looked over at Colin, who just nodded. Without even thinking, I pulled off my tshirt and just stood there as Marcus examined me closely. "I remember you from last season, Greg" he said to me, Colin's hand still resting on his shoulder. "That 17lbs is a good start for you. And a good indication of what Colin can do for me." A good start? Who did he think he was? I looked over Marcus, trying to see what Colin saw. Then it struck me: Marcus had a good lean frame, but just like Colin, he needed the right catalyst to spur his growth, and now he had found it. In the form of my younger brother. Marcus shrugged off Colin's grip and approached me. I still had a good 5-6 inches and probably 45lbs over him, but he just stood next to me. Looking directly at me, I saw him inhale, deeply, and very slowly, his chest expanding. "17lbs will be a good start, indeed" he said quietly and walked away. As Marcus suited up for the workouts, Coach Conway came back in with Jackson's training records. He started to explain them to Colin, who just held up a hand to silence the Coach. He took the records and guided Jackson to a quiet corner with 2 chairs. They sat on those chairs facing each other, Jackson with his head low and listening intently as Colin wen through his file. I couldn't hear what they were saying, but Colin was doing most of the talking, with Jackson nodding and agreeing. Finally they stood up and I just heard Jackson say "I will do whatever you say, and I will NOT let you down." Colin summoned over Brendan and Jeremy, who were waiting patiently. They chatted a bit and all I heard Jeremy say is "it's in the car." In a flash, he was gone and returned with a weight vest. Jeremy handed it to Colin, with ease, considering the vest itself weighed 75lbs. Jackson took off his shirt as Colin instructed him to put on the vest. Even for a big guy like Jackson, a 75lb weight vest can be a staggering adjustment. But eventually he quickly found his footing. As Brendan and Jeremy took Jackson out onto the field, all I heard Colin say was "Run. Run him hard. Sprints, cross country, uphill, upstairs. Just RUN." Colin turned back to the rest of the team as they prepared to head out to the field. Marcus came up beside him with a bat in hand. Colin addressed the team, his team. "You will give 110% on that field today and every day. You will never give less. And then you will realize your full potential." With a sly smile, Marcus handed him the bat. Colin gripped it, his thick arms extended, with one hand at each end. His python forearms started to tense, then his biceps pumped up, his thick triceps fully flexed. I heard a subtle, low splintering as Colin slowly increased pressure on the bat. Everyone in the room stopped breathing as the bat started to yield to Colin's strength. Then just like that, he snapped it right in half. "On the field, now." Colin boomed.

Check out the previous installments here: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/2206-the-milking-agent-part-1-2/ After finally giving in to his desires and growing into an furry beast like Gabe and Madison, Russell finishes having hot manly sex with his master sharing milk with him and vice versa. Knowing that they can’t grow any further, the thought crosses their minds as to who they could convert next. Gabriel still sits behind them scooping up the cum he shot when he saw Russell become a giant himself. He tries to stand up from where he is sitting and struggles to regain his footing. He ends up falling out the window directly behind him and tumbles to the ground. The other two manage to go over to see if he is alright since he fell about three stories and landed on the concrete. ‘Uhhh…..*looks up at them where the window was and laughs* I’m fine I think *sees the blood that was spilled from his body being absorbed back inside him and grins* OMG boys, we can’t be hurt…..at least when it is just a minor fall like this. *sees the broken concrete around him* FUCK ME! I LOVE IT! *looks back up at them again* You two can enjoy yourselves up there, I am going to go look for some fun myself. *gets up out of the crater and turns to start waddling towards the other side of the city*’ Madison and Russell feel each other up again while trying to brainstorm who else they know that is close to them that they want to convert. Since he is part of the financial division of the company, Russell remembers that one of his young coworkers always stared at him in a very flirty way. Madison thinks he knows who that is since he has sat in on some of their meetings since he is Gabriel’s assistant. Since it is afterhours, they have to come up with a plan to get this guy to come in. Russell thinks that he can tell him that they are having an emergency meeting and needs his help to come up with a solution especially since the building is in such disarray. They both laugh in their deep baritones and give several nice tugs on each other’s nipples spraying milk all over themselves. Trying not to get into another sex session, Russell says he will go find a phone in another part of the building to get the ball rolling. Madison stands there trying to think of someone he knows that could be a part of this plan too. The only other guy he can think of is his friend from the cafeteria, Galen. He knows that sometimes he stays late to cleanup and generally can’t hear things on the bottom floor. Wasting no more time, he starts waddling his way through the third floor and down a flight of stairs nearby. When he gets to the bottom floor, he reaches for the door to go out into the main lobby and accidentally rips it off the hinges like it is made of paper. The sheer power in his hands amazes him as he tosses the door beside him. When he walks through the doorway, he looks around to see if anyone is still in the building. The cafeteria is located about 100 feet down the hall which he quickly starts rushing towards. When he finally gets there, he can hear someone in behind a nearby wall located just beside where he is standing. He decides to just press on it which makes the drywall shift and start collapsing. The voice behind the wall yells in fright. ‘HOLY SHIT! WHAT THE HELL!? *moves back away from the crumbling wall* What is going on with this….. *sees the giant figure in front of the wall* OH GAWD….. *starts running the other way*’ Madison jumps through the hole in the wall and shakes the floor making everything in the kitchen area bounce around and fall over. The man ends up getting knocked down by falling dishes and pots. He continues to yell in fright fearing for his life as this huge giant continues to walk towards him. When Madison finally stands above the rubble, he pushes the mountain of debris off of his scared buddy and picks him up. The man is actually fairly large, not muscled but rather husky. He is wearing a dirty tank top and a pair of shorts that do little to cover up most of his crotch. He tries to punch Madison in the face but ends up doing very little damage to him and may have hurt himself. He grabs his hand and groans feeling the pain go up his arm. The huge giant restrains him and looks him straight in the eyes. The man seems really distracted now as he tries to figure out who this might be. ‘Wait? You look vaguely familiar. *stares at Madison’s mountainous pecs and leaky nipples* You…..are leaking…..but you are not…..*seems really distraught*…..I don’t understand…..’ Madison smiles and forces the man’s face into his huge pecs. The man feels the muscles pressing against his face and tries to resist. He can’t breathe in fact which makes the giant pull him away from them. The man gasps several times before staring up at Madison’s face again. The giant looks down at him and gives him an ultimatum. ‘Galen…..*talks in a softer tone*…..I’m Madison remember? Well, I don’t look the same exactly but I’m still your pal Madison. *smiles before placing Galen in front of his engorged nipples* I need you to do something for me buddy. Will you suck all of the milk out of my pecs for me please? I would try to myself, but I can’t seem to be able to reach them. *laughs*’ Galen’s eyes widen as Madison bounces both pecs spilling milk down his bloated gut. The small man writhes trying to get free but the giant just increases his grip which makes the little man grimace. Once again, Madison places the man’s face in front of his huge engorged hairy pecs. This time the man seems a little more receptive to his orders and opens his mouth to lick his swollen left nipple. He gets a few drops of milk on his tongue and moans tasting its sweet mixture. It isn’t long before he locks his lips on the nipple and guzzles down everything it makes. Madison feels the changes immediately taking hold in Galen as the man’s body quickly starts to grow. His legs and quads expand rapidly making the giant have to loosen his grip on him. He can hear Galen grunting as he moves over to Madison’s other swollen nipple and goes crazy draining it. The sensation makes the big man spray multiple jets of cum all over the kitchen. Galen’s back muscles are doubling up on themselves as his tank is unable to compete with the incredible mass now forming on his frame. It completely disintegrates in seconds as his arms, pecs, and gut grow at the same time. He grips the giant with his growing hands as he continues expanding wider feeling his spine crack and lengthen feeling himself getting taller to accommodate the additional size. ‘MORE! *shorts rip off* MORE! *ass flares out and cock thickens* MMMMMM…..*drains Madison’s right nipple* AHHHH! *looks down at his swollen roidgut and punches it* Oh my gawd, my pecs are so sensitive. *feels them and realizes that they are also filling up with milk* OHHH SHIT…..I am going to cum so much……*blasts his volcano all over Madison which draws several moans from the big guy* MMMMM……*moves down to swallow his master’s cock and works it over*’ Madison humps his mouth for several minutes before he shoots his huge load down Galen’s throat. The now equally large hairy beast pulls his master’s cock out of his mouth and stands up to look at him face to face. They grin at each other and start rubbing their roidguts together before they decide to start wrestling around destroying everything in the kitchen area. Eventually they end up going through another wall and landing on the ground out into the main lobby. The two sweaty monsters finally take a breather before Madison moves down to delicately suck on Galen’s mammoth blond haired pecs. The sensation makes the newly christened giant roar in delight as his cock erupts each time Madison slurps the milk out of his pecs. It gets to the point where the master giant alternates between sucking Galen’s cock and sucking on his huge nipples. ‘Ohh buddy, you taste so much better than Russell. I could do this for hours and hours if I could. *realizes that he is making Galen lose consciousness and stops* Whoops, I will let up on you pal.’ Galen sits up once Madison quits servicing him. The blond haired giant looks him in the eyes and gives him a deep kiss on the lips which is returned by the darker haired behemoth. He realizes that Galen does have feelings for him as he leans against him. They pet each other’s bodies for a few moments before they start talking again. ‘So…..when did this happen to you Madison? I am guessing that this happened not too long ago since I just saw you a couple of days ago. Have you destroyed the rest of the building yet? *laughs in his new baritone*’ ‘Well….*rolls his eyes* not the whole building, but the third floor is pretty ransacked. I am not the only one in this condition in case you were wondering.’ Galen grins before he scoots over to a nearby wall to pick himself up. He then walks back over to Madison to help him up. They start walking down the main lobby together still talking. ‘I am anxious to know who else you have changed Madison. I’m not sure I have ever met this Russell you are talking about.’ ‘Ahh, he is this incredibly sexy redhead. Changing him was fun, but not quite as fun as it was changing you.’ Galen reaches over to plant another kiss on Madison’s lips before pounding on the big guy’s pecs making milk cascade down his chest again. The dark haired giant does the same to Galen which starts another sequence of spraying each other with milk. Galen’s sensitivity in his pecs ultimately is also leading to faster production of sperm as well as Madison is finding out. He gives the blond giant a few sucks on his huge tool and gulps down the thick juices he produces. Once he is done drinking his white flood, he gets back up on his feet to answer another question Galen asks him. ‘So the growth stops once I suck the milk out the first time Madison?’ ‘It appears that is true pal. I hope we can figure out a way around this though since we will probably run out of converts eventually.’ The two behemoths begin searching for Russell who is looking for someone himself to convert.

Matt felt nervous about the entire arrangement he had made with Tara and Raúl a few days ago. Matt had previously replied to a post on Craigslist about a couple who wanted to have a threesome with a "skinny bi guy who's into muscular men." It was an odd request, and he fully expected it to be either a scam or an advertisement for a prostitute. He still doesn't know why he responded to them, but, in hindsight, he was glad he did. When they met in a local coffee shop, he told them about how he was between semesters at college where he studied computer programming and graphic design. He was still working on his goal of making a video game set in a post-apocalyptic China based on the Chinese novel Romance of the Three Kingdoms. Both Tara and Raúl seemed to be fascinated by it and expressed an interest in seeing the finished product. In return, they told him about their ventures in the fitness industry. She was a certified nutritionist, while he was a bodybuilder and personal trainer and both were part-time fitness models. Their goal was to open their own gym and use their passion for fitness and weightlifting to help others reach their goals in life. A small voice in the back of Matt's mind told him to keep these two in mind. Throughout their conversation at the coffee shop, Matt's gaze darted back and forth between Tara and Raúl's respective physiques. Both looked like the gods took the ideal bodies depicted by the ancient Greeks, made them into flesh, and breathed life into them with half again as much muscle. Tara's body shown enough muscle to be considered stronger than many, yet still retained its feminine features; her physique was muscular, yet not so much where she looked like a male bodybuilder who was one operation away from becoming a transgender woman. On the other hand, Raúl was simply massive. The young Latino powerhouse boasted arms the size of Matt's legs, legs the size of his waist, shoulders that were broad enough to give him trouble with the average door, a thickly-muscled chest that could fill any T-shirt, and, from what Matt could see from beneath the navy blue sweater the Hispanic beefcake wore, abs that would do a cobblestone street proud. Tara looked like the kind of girl Matt wanted to be with, while Raúl was the guy Matt wanted to look like. After a few more minutes of small talk, Raúl and Tara decided to "dispense with the formalities" and got up from the table. Matt took the cue and followed the two back to their condo. Along the way, Matt daydreamed about what it would be like to have a woman with a body like Tara while having a body like Raúl. The young college student could feel his cock hardening at the thought of Raúl's muscles on his body while pounding Tara's wet pussy. While holding this mental image, he could have sworn Raúl said, "Tu sueño pronto hará realidad." If my Spanish is right, he thought, he said that my dream will soon come true. I wonder what he meant by that. Shortly after arriving in the one-bedroom condo Tara and Raúl shared, things started getting hot and heavy. Coats, hats, and sweaters were removed and casually tossed on the couch. Tara's hand absent-mindedly drifted to her boyfriend's bulging biceps, which responded with a prompt flex that seemed to turn the large mound of muscle into a ball of unyielding steel with a peak the size of K2. Tara's other hand made a come-hither gesture towards Matt. "Take off those hot clothes and come here, Matt," she said invitingly, yet with a hint of lust. "We don't bite unless you want us to." Matt could not have taken off his parka, his hat, his sweater, and the undershirt beneath fast enough without tearing them, so addled by sex was his mind. He almost latched onto Raúl's massive pecs like a baby who was nursing, were it not for the fact that the three were heading into the bedroom. Both men were on either side of her as they finished stripping. Hands groped everywhere, followed by lips, as the sexual energy continued to build. Laying on the bed, Tara pulled Raúl toward her waiting clit while gesturing for Matt to get to the otherside of the bed. Grabbing his erect cock in one hand and guiding Raúl's with the other, she spit herself between the two guys. Matt timed his thrusts with her ministrations while the muscle god across from him pounded his girlfriend's pussy. Through the haze of sex, he thought he heard Raúl chanting something in an unknown language. The urge to fuck the gorgeous woman in front of him pushed that thought out of his mind as he sped up his thrusting. After what seemed like an hour, Tara told Matt to "get between us for the ultimate orgasm." Matt quickly ran to her as Raúl got behind him. Guiding his cock, wet with her saliva, into her wet pussy, he gasped as he knew that he was about to pound a girl for the first time in a long time. As he fucked her, Matt heard Tara reciting the same chant that Raúl said earlier. It was as if they were casting a spell or something. All of a sudden, he heard the Hispanic muscle god sat, "Get ready." He bit his lip to hold back a scream as what felt like a foot-long sausage as thick as a beercan invaded his virgin ass. Raúl stayed in that position for a moment so that Matt can acclimate himself with a sensation of a thick cock in his ass. Then, as Raúl started pounding on Matt's prostate, Matt continued his pounding on Tara's clit. Thrusts perfectly timed, they increased their speed and intensity as the sexual energy built up to near critical levels. Matt barely noticed that they both were reciting the chant from before, only this time, he heard his own voice joining in. The three continued fucking at a frenetic pace for what felt like an eternity as the chant melted away to become moans and shouts of orgasmic pleasure. Matt had never felt anything like this in his entire life. The pleasure, the bliss, the indescribable sensation of fucking a gorgeous woman while a muscle god among men was fucking you was beyond his comprehension. In hindsight, he could only conclude that what he felt at that moment was what it must be like for a god to have an orgasm. He wondered if the god and goddess between him always felt like this when they fuck. He was surrounded by sex, swimming in a sea of pure lust driven by the superhuman physiques of the two on either side of him. Within moments, the floodgates burst, and all three cried out in a simultaneous orgasm. Matt's vision blurred before fading to black. That night, he woke to find himself still inside Tara, the powerful muscles of her clit still clamping his still-erect penis. The warmth of her body rousing him from unconsciousness as she nestled against his thickly-muscled pecs. He then sat up with a jerk when he realized that, not only was Raúl's cock absent from his ass, but also that he did not have thickly-muscled pecs. Turning to the mirror on the back of the door, he saw Raúl with a shocked look on his face. Matt reached out with one meaty hand; Raúl copied the gesture. Shaking his head, Matt lifted one arm to scratch his head in wonder. Raúl mimicked the movement, the peak of his bulging biceps leaping toward the steel cables of muscles in his forearm. Matt brought up his other arm and hit a front double-biceps pose; Raúl did the same, displaying a wide back and massive arms that would win Mr. Olympia with a single pose. That was when Matt's universe expanded to allow the truth of the matter: Matt had merged somehow with the massively muscular Latino heartthrob who had propositioned him earlier. What seemed strange was that he seemed a bit bigger, a bit more energetic, and a bit more ripped. "It looks like our spell was a success," Tara said half-groggily as she sat up in bed. "But.... how?" Matt/Raúl said. "We've been doing this for over a hundred years," came Raúl's voice in Matt's mind. "Ever since New Orleans right after Reconstruction." Matt suddenly felt different people, different spirits, linked with his own. It was as if he was in a room full of people, but with the room being the body he currenly inhabited. "We found a spell that could link spirits together," Tara explained. "We used it to protect our good friend and lover, Alan, from a mob of witch-hunters who had branded him a warlock. Needless to say, threesomes were not as widely accepted then as they are now. It was then that we discovered a unique side effect of the spell." "Whenever we would cast the spell," Raúl continued, "the youth and vigor of the third person would be combined with the caster whose gender was the same as their own. In other words, women would bond with Tara, and men with us." He mentally saw the spell that was cast; it was Alan's, the warlock who was being hunted all those years ago. It felt strange, as the only personality he sensed was Raúl's. "Don't worry," Tara said reassuringly, "you have all of eternity to explore your new capabilities. Why don't we start with your stamina? I'm eager to see how long you can fuck now that another has joined the fold." "My time is coming to an end," Raúl projected, "as my consciousness will meld with the Everlasting Spirit, but know this. Whenever you fuck someone, you'll feel my cock pounding at your ass, along with the pleasure of your own cock pounding at an eager hole. Sex will still be for the same biological functions as before, but the spell along with the sex will meld your new partner's body and spirit with either your own or Tara's, depending on their gender." "Now," Tara said with lust in her eyes and voice, "let's start exploring your new stamina. Our record was fucking for six days straight; let's go for an even week." By the way, if it doesn't show up, the middle symbol in the title should be an à. (Alt+133 on the number pad)

Sorry for the long delay. I have cooked this chapter to keep the flow. Cheers! AGE OF MUSCLE GODS Previous Chapters Chapter IV Growing Bonds At some point, I realized something hard underneath me, very hard and allegedly uncomfortable, but when I realized I was actually sleeping on top of my Uncle Steve’s massive body, it became the coziest place in the world to sleep. “Good morning…” I said while rubbing my face against the humongous right pectoral muscle, which still felt smooth, although the white hair already regrown to the point of being harsh and itchy. There was a significant pressure on my naked butt made by a huge, heavy calloused hand squeezing my left cheek. “Welcome back, Johnny. I knew you’d sleep heavily for a long time, but still…” The deep manly voice of my enormous muscle daddy made my cock harden instantly. “Sorry, but it’s not every day that you get the fuck of your life.” I smiled. “That no longer is your case, little man. You WILL get the fuck of your life every single day. ” Uncle Steve easily lifted me and kissed me hardly, his tongue was so strong and commanding, I moaned and groaned while my hands tried to grope the incredibly hard mounds of the muscle of his upper body. For a long moment we just stood there with me groping and licking those enormous muscles on my immense Uncle Steve, completely entertained by the wondrous mature muscles whose size has been amazingly magnified by this mysterious thing they called “triggering”. I laid on top of his huge torso, with my legs spread at his groin, feeling the weight and the warmth of his engorged manhood pressing the crack of my butt its impressive girth, while my amazing SMM, smiled back at me, throwing his head back and enjoying the pressure of his own powerful muscles against his neck and ears. “Shit…how much bigger have you grown?” I shook my head, still unable to process the kind of amazing transformation, which was taking place to his already smoking hot muscle daddy. “I am not sure yet…I mean, while you were catching the z’s I ate all the provisions I had reserved for the first few days. I just ordered more online before training outside, but the new weights I had set aside were not nearly as challenging as I thought, so I killed the time by doing some thousands of pushups with some extra weight on my back.” Uncle Steve casually said without ever taking his manly eyes of me, and I felt like a rotisserie chicken ready to be devoured by this immensely huge and hungry man. The things he described were so amazing, and still he took them with such natural attitude that completely caught me off-guard. “Well, shouldn’t we find it out together?” I asked very excited with the very idea that this massive hunk who had fucked me until I nearly passed out of exhaustion, and before I could say another word, the powerful stud already carried me to the bathroom, and he just growled while the enormously wide shoulders rubbed against the bathroom doorframe. “Damn, I’ll soon be too big for this little house of mine, good thing I already have a contractor specialized in upgrading households for SMM’s.” Uncle Steve as he gently placed me on the ground and stood up right, probably to let me realize by myself that he was looking at me at eye level. “Fuck, you’ve grown two inches taller already …that is so amazing.” I blushed while he kissed me in the cheeks. “Well, these are just the first couple of inches, and I’ll grow much, much taller to accommodate all the muscle I’ll grow, boy!” He said getting up on the scale. It was then I realized how things would be different with Uncle Steve growing so much taller. The same mixture of intimidation, excitement and utter admiration towards the monument of muscular manliness would soon spice even further our already volcanic sexual relationship. “Uncle Steve…h-how much bigger will you grow? I mean…in a realistic expectation?” “I don’t think you should ever worry about realistic expectations, Johnny boy. I’ll blow every expectation out of the water, and you’ll helping me out.” He instructed me, so I knew there would be no more arguing. “All right, sir. How can I help you?” I knew when I needed to play the obedient puppy role. “You can start by reading the weight out for me lad; my pecs are too fucking huge for me to see over them!” Uncle Steve announced proud of his much bigger frame. At first, my rational mind refused to accept the number in the screen, but another look at the powerful wall of manly muscle breathing so close to me easily crushed my initial hesitation. “It says here 387 pounds…if this is an accurate appliance.” Uncle Steve just groaned. “Fuck yeah, 82 pounds of hard muscle in just a couple of hours, and I barely had enough nutrition and exercise. Everything is going quite exciting lad, don’t you think?” “Shit…you’re so massive…bigger than any superheavyweight bodybuilder back at Olympia weekend, sir!” “Oh come on, Johnny! It is not fair with those young pups. They are just boys, like you. They’ll never be huge like real men and only Senior Muscle Men are truly manly, for that matter.” He grinned, lifting his monstrous sized bicep that I immediately hugged and held my own body, which he supported so easily off the ground. I, on the other hand, was the one who gave up first, feeling my arms shaking from such effort. Once my feet were back on the ground, I quickly hugged my soon to be even bigger SMM. “Do you want to fuck me again, sir? I think I recovered my strength now…” I said, trying to disguise my own horniness. “Heh, I know you must be dying to be fucked again, boy. But since you don’t last as much as myself, we should wait a bit more. I want to test something about triggers and their Masters.” There was a patronizing tone in his voice, but I was curious about the developments of this wondrous adventure. “What is it that you want to test, sir?” I asked right away. “Well, I noticed that although Bruce always ready to fuck his boy, but instead of fucking him all the time. Instead, he actually keeps the boy waiting for a long time; he even likes to tease him, fucking many other guys only to deny the kid the pleasure to be fucked, until Chad is truly desperate of horniness that must explain why the guy is so much bigger than any other SMM.” “How big is he anyway sir?” I asked with a certain hesitation that certainly displeased my Uncle Steve. “You just need to know that he is bigger than me, at least for now…” I noticed how angry he got at such realization, and I tried to make up for such terrible mistake. “And you think you can outgrow him like Brad said you would?” The mischievous grin was back on my manly Uncle’s face. “Well, he didn’t say how I would do it, but he believes I can do it. And the trigger’s power is connected to his SMM. I have been giving it some thought. You see how much bigger you already made me: we have one thing in common with Bruce and Brad, which is our blood ties, but on top of that, we are more intimate than they have ever been.” I followed his train of thought. “So, the closest the trigger is to his master, the more powerful his effect over his SMM’s capabilities. Do you think, Brad is aware of that as well?” Uncle Steve just smiled and bounced his mountainous pectoral muscles to me, and I loved to grope and punch their uncanny hardness. “It is not just about being close; it is all about domination and submission. When Bruce denies Brad the attention he wants, the kid becomes frustrated, but he can’t help being drawn even deeper into Bruce’s dominance. So it must empower Bruce even further.” I gulped. “Does it mean you are also going to keep me at bay while you fuck other boys too?” Uncle Steve laughed aloud as he kissed me. “Of course not kid. I am going to fill with you pleasure instead of denying you, but I’ll give you the pleasure I see fit, and not the obvious thing you think you desire. You wanted to be awed, amazed, impressed, excited and shocked with my growing body.” “Yeah…” I replied, nearly drooling over those humongous muscles. “And that’s exactly what you will get. I’ll keep you hard by filling your tiny head with all sorts of amazing stuff, but fucking is going to happen only when I see that you are nearly losing, but I’ll never tease you nor treat you like shit.” “But how about you? You’re freaking hard right now, this giant cock of yours is so ready to be pleased.” “Heh, I never said I wouldn’t please myself…I can fuck lots of times, but when I fuck YOU, that’s when the show is going to happen. I’m gonna bring you beyond Cloud 9 and then make sure that every single time you are not going to resist and pass out of uttering pleasure.” I felt my cock getting even harder at that very sentence. Uncle Steve’s smile opened. “Shit…you are doing it right now; you’re feeling it, right kid? It’s not just horniness, it is something deeper!” I nodded. “Yeah, I just realized that…you are more than anything I can handle, and it is so fucking sexy.” The rush of power surged between us, something similar to our triggering, but at the same time very different. I placed my hands over Uncle Steve and felt them getting warmer, while he also moaned, his cock growing harder and trying to break our hug apart. Uncle Steve grew, but not like he grew when he triggered, not like he grew when I was sleeping. He grew much faster, harder, harsher and more deliciously graphic. His bones snapped as the muscle grew thicker, the veins popped out and the shoulders augmented, the neck engorged the pectoral plates gained so much more size and striations. I felt the arms growing while he hugged me tighter, he was growing taller as well. I could feel his body sliding against mine while he lifted me and my feet once again left the floor. There was also something else going on with my body. I felt a different kind of rush, my heart beating faster than ever, my face itching… “Holy shit…” Uncle Steve’s deep voice echoed in the bathroom, as he looked at me before kissing me harshly, our bodies entangled, I could only feel his growing muscles around me, they augmented while engulfing my worshipping figure. Unlike his previous growth spurt, it was much quicker, but the results felt much better, at least for me. Instead of being drained and exhausted, I was just fresh and ready to be fucked, although I could tell it would not happen like previous times. Uncle Steve held me, his pacing body was sweaty, he was panting. “Fuck, I felt like I have the granddaddy of all pumps!” He managed to stand up straight as he placed me back in the ground. Uncle Steve no longer looked me at eye level. I was actually looking at his pommel, fascinated by its manly size. But that was just the beginning. Uncle Steve’s muscles were much, much bigger. They already seemed as huge as those SMM’s I met back in the Highway. Bulging, glistening, and looking so hard and ripped. However, he wasn’t just a bit taller and much, much more muscular. Something else had happened, I looked upon his face and I could tell he had a 5’o clock stubble, but his jaw actually seemed much wider, his features they were different, they were even manlier, more rugged, more impressive. He went back on the scale and it read 476 pounds. “Fuck…you just gained nearly 100 pounds in a few moments, how can this even be possible? Your body is producing muscle from thin air…” Uncle Steve just smiled and gently directed my face to the mirror, and I could finally see the reason for his own shocked reaction. The man looking back at me was not myself. At least, not the 36-year-old man I used to be until a few moments ago. For starters, he was much younger. At least 10 years younger, his face was the picture of health and handsomeness. In fact, it was pretty, surpassing gender assumptions of physical beauty. Then, his body was different from mine, I was still fit, but not in the same way, it had been prior to such transformation. It was a bit buffer, but also more toned in the lower part, with thicker thighs and bulbous butt. “So that’s how he got rid of Bruce Junior…” Uncle Steve concluded as he checked my rejuvenated version in the mirror, while I noticed he had grown taller and broader, but I had probably lost half an inch in height, which contributed to the difference in our final sizes. “I don’t understand, Uncle Steve…” “Well, when the SMM’s popped out, I did my search and found out Bruce Stone had one son, named Bruce Stone Jr before everything started, but there were no hints about any grandson. Looking at you now, I can only assume that they have gone through the exact same thing. Brad is Bruce Jr rejuvenated.” I touched my younger face and whistled. “But wait…I need to get back to work…I just got 10 fucking years younger…and this body…it doesn’t belong to me!” The enormous Uncle Steve stood behind me, his muscles filling my entire view. “Did you really imagine you would go back to work like nothing had happened, boy? You’re my trigger, we belong to each other” His manly voice calling me boy made so much sense. “Well, I have to earn my living…I have my patients…” “I’m taking care of you from now on. I have enough money, especially when it happens again…soon you will be even younger than now, perhaps just as young as college freshman.” “Fuck, if you’re true, soon I’ll look underage and you will be in deep trouble”. “Don’t worry…You won’t. I like my guys younger, so I can be their full monster muscle daddy, but not too young though.” “What are you talking about, did…did you change me like that?” “Well, you changed me in the triggering right? It is almost like a two way street, but I am the one calling the shots. I wanted you to look younger so I can seem even manlier next to you, and you did a great job as well…” “What did I do?” I asked dumb folded. “Well, I believe it is not a thing you have done consciously, it’s more like you allowed me to become more aggressively manly. It was then I realized Uncle Steve was indeed a walking rugged wall of masculinity, his face was just powerful, his voice grew so much deeper, and his features were indeed engorged, especially his cock I gulped “Uncle Steve, you grew very fast, and so much manlier…” “Yeah, when you are properly stimulated I can get this kind of growth and magnification, and I can also change your body to suit my fantasies.” Things were actually getting a lot more dangerous for me, since I noticed my humongous uncle had some kind of supernatural control over my body and he was learning to play me like an instrument. “So, you’re gonna keep trying to unlock more new features of this power you have over me, right?” “Oh yeah, we’re gonna have lots of fun. How does it make you feel?” “Horny…” “Good…Put go put some clothes. I am starving, I will take you to a nice place and we are gonna parade our new selves. I want people to meet my nephew. The enormous Uncle Steve slapped my butt ever so gently, but I knew it got red and it hurt a lot, which I found extremely sexy. Damn it…I am so fucked! End of part IV To be continued

Chapter 4 Lee Prentice was a pretty lucky guy, or so he thought. He had loving, accepting parents, a reasonably happy childhood, and he was working towards a Bachelor of Arts degree in Literature. He’d come out to his parents when he was sixteen, and while they were somewhat unsure about the situation (as was Lee), they remained supportive of their middle child. Lee had an older brother and a younger sister and they were both straight, and for a while, he wondered to himself if that didn’t make for his parents being more accepting of his sexuality. One day he asked his mother if that wasn’t the case, and she smiled, gave him a hug and said, “well, it doesn’t hurt.” Lee was popular in high school, and this largely defused any bully problems. He went out for track and proved himself an explosive sprinter. Coach had him work on strength training to improve his one-hundred-meter time, and it really helped. This also led him to stumble upon an incredibly effective anti-bullying technique– ask all the biggest guys for training tips. That’s how Lee became a gym rat. He wanted to get bigger, and he sought out advice from guys that could help him. Once the big guys saw that his dedication was real, they were surprisingly helpful, despite his obvious “gayness.” Not all of them were so accepting, but some of the biggest ones were, and that was all it took. He knew better than to show it at school, but Lee was a first-class muscle whore. He loved being surrounded by the big, studly guys in the weight room, and those were the images he took home each night to whack off. Lee’s problem was that he was a hard gainer. He’d eat like a horse and work out like a fiend, and just not put on any size. That’s not to say he didn’t look damned good– he was well proportioned and ripped to shreds, but he couldn’t get any bigger. He drew the line at steroids and told himself he’d just have to be satisfied with what he had. It was just after he graduated high school that he discovered the muscle growth chat room, and it was like a major part of his life fell into place. Boyfriends would come and go, but the chat room remained. Lee’s most recent relationship hadn’t survived long distance. The hundreds of miles between them when he went back to school became insurmountable. Earlier in the year, Lee had begun to suspect that one of the more prolific posters from the chat room was located on campus. Little by little, Lee wheedled information out of musclup32. One day at last, he spotted his quarry. Ham was sitting in a quiet corner of the library. Lee watched him for a couple of days, deciding that while Ham was a little on the scrawny side, he was still cute. It might be fun to fuck somebody smaller, for a change. Most important, however, was their mutual interest in all things muscle. Lee felt that if they could communicate in person the way they did in the chat room, that would be plenty hot for him. At the moment, Lee probably had more hotness than he could handle. It was good just a couple of minutes ago when Ham started bursting out of his clothes, fulfilling Lee’s deepest sexual fantasy. His erection was so instantaneous and so hard it was almost painful. Almost. Lee was about to run his tongue over every square inch of the magnificent muscle beast before him, when a massive hand clamped around his throat and lifted him high into the air. As his feet flailed, Lee tried to grab the gigantic forearm, but his hands didn’t even encircle it half way. Lust was rapidly giving way to sheer terror as the huge arm started to bend at the elbow. An enormous bicep, bigger than Lee’s head, leaped into prominence as his face was drawn slowly toward the creature, until Lee could feel it’s hot breath, and his body was sprawled across the incredible pec shelf like a child trying to reach across a kitchen counter. Darkness started to close around Lee, and he knew that the creature’s piercing green eyes would be the last thing he’d ever see. “A pretty boy,” the creature uttered, just before Lee lost consciousness. Ham woke with a start. He was curled into a ball, with his arms wrapped around his legs, and he was shivering. Once again, Ham awoke naked as a jaybird. This time, however, the situation was far worse, because he was outside. He seemed to be among some kind of shrubbery. Teeth chattering, he pulled aside some of the branches and tried to determine where he was. It was with some relief he realized he was still on campus, but far from his dorm. He looked around, but his clothing was nowhere to be seen. He was going insane; he was sure of it now. The last thing he remembered, he was in Lee’s room, having his head wound tended. He put his hand to his scalp. He couldn’t feel any wound! Did it even happen? The clock atop the library building indicated it was shortly after 3am. That meant he had a chance to get back to the dorm without being seen. How would he get in? He didn’t have his key card. He didn’t even have his phone. It didn’t matter. His roommate and ex-friend would probably just beat the shit out of him. Wait– did that kiss even happen? Ham put his hands over his privates and began dart from one little island of landscaping to another. He needed to get inside before he died of exposure. It was mid-October and that time of the night, the temperature was down in the forties. His leapfrogging from planter to planter took him close to the Athletic Center. The weight room and other facilities were available twenty-four hours, but like all the other buildings on campus, the gym required a key card to get in after hours. Ham spotted a door that was propped open with a chair, and a man smoking nearby. He had to get the man away from the door. From his cover in the bushes, Lee cupped his hands to his mouth and yelled as loud as he could. “Help! Help!” The man looked up with a furrowed brow. He took one last drag, ground the cigarette under his shoe and took a few tentative steps away from the doorway. Ham turned away from the man and shouted once again. “Over here!” This time, the man started peering intently out into the darkness. He paused, as if waiting for another cry, but Ham remained silent. That is, except for his chattering teeth. When the man walked down to the end of the building to look around the corner, Ham made a break for the door and made it inside just before the man could turn back. The warm air greeted Ham like a long lost friend as he ran into the building. At the same time, he prayed he wouldn’t encounter anyone in the hallway as he headed for the locker room. As he entered, he thought he could hear the outside door closing as the man returned to the building. Ham breathed a sigh of relief once he was inside the locker room. At least here he had an excuse for being naked. He snatched a towel from the stack on the counter and wrapped it around his waist. How to make sense of it all? Ham found a bench at the farthest end of the locker room and sat down. He put his face in his hands and started to weep. Be strong. Ham pulled himself together. He wiped his face with the corner of his towel and blew his nose. “Hey buddy, are you okay?” The man from the door was standing in front of him. He looked young enough to be a student– in fact he was wearing a letterman’s jacket. “I’m... I’m fine,” Ham said with a sniff. “I didn’t see you come in,” the man said. “I was just leaving,” Ham said. “You are a student here, aren’t you?” Ham noticed the little gold name tag– ‘Fred Wilson’ in red letters. Fred must be the night attendant. “Yeah. I live in Armitage Hall.” “Do you have your student ID?” “I lost it.” “How did you get in?” “The door was open.” Ham sniffed again and Fred sat down next to him. “Are you sure you’re okay?” Fred asked again. “What’s your name?” “I was just leaving.” “I can sign you in, but I’ll need your name.” “Ham... Hamish Conner.” Fred stood up and turned back to Ham. “Make sure you sign out at the counter before you leave,” he said. As Fred started to walk away, Ham spoke again. “What did you mean just then?” “Huh? I don’t follow..” “You said ‘be strong.’” Fred stuck out his lower lip and shook his head slightly. “I didn’t say that,” he said, and walked away. Once Fred had left the locker room, Ham sat alone in the numbing silence. Be strong. Ham drew in a sharp breath as he leaped to his feet. “No, no, no!” he said as he clamped his hands over his ears. Be calm. And strangely, he was. Ham walked over to the full length mirror and studied his image. You can be who you want to be. Ham started breathing deeply. As he did, his image started to change. Slowly at first, his once pasty-white complexion changed to the healthy glow of one who spent all of his free time worshiping the sun. At the same time, the vascularity of his entire body became far more prominent as every last ounce of subcutaneous fat seemed to boil away. The now familiar tingling in his spine was next, only now, he knew it would be different. Ham’s frame started to completely redesign itself. His shoulders got broader, his hips got narrower, and his limbs got longer. Most noticeable at this stage was the restructuring of the bones of his face. Ham’s cheek bones got more prominent, his jaw line got stronger, his brow got heavier and his nose got finer. Lastly came the muscles. Not the insanely overdeveloped muscles of previous transformations, but the powerful, well proportioned ones of a truly gifted athlete. A light dusting of hair spread across his perfect pecs. Ham’s towel fell to the floor, revealing an eight-inch cock of such beauty and power that it was breathtaking. Staring back at him from the mirror was the image of Ham’s roommate, Paul. Ham put his hand to his chest, and so did Paul. He touched his other hand to his face, and once again, so did Paul. “Hamish, I just need you to sign...” Ham glanced over his reflection’s shoulder and saw Fred standing just inside the door holding a clipboard and a look of confusion on his face. “Oh... um... hi, Paul,” he said, “how long have you been here?” Ham turned and started walking toward Fred, his magnificent member bobbing with every step. “Not long,” he said. As Ham approached Fred, he realized that he was now a couple of inches taller than the other man. He stopped at arm’s length and looked down into the eyes of the smaller man. “Did you see...” “You want me,” Ham interrupted. “Um... yeah, whatever. There was this other guy...” “Go on. It’s alright.” Fred’s eyes got glassy and he stopped speaking in mid-sentence. He relaxed his grip on his clipboard and it clattered to the floor. Ham reached out and gently put his hand on Fred’s neck and pulled him toward him. The two kissed deeply. Ham broke away and tilted his head back blissfully as Fred tipped his head forward and started nuzzling Ham’s rock-hard chest with his cheek. Ham felt bolts of pleasure shoot through him as Fred’s stubble rubbed against his nipples. Fred dropped to his knees and put his hand around Ham’s steely rod and began licking the engorged head. Soon he had it in his mouth, and Ham’s face became an ecstatic grimace As Fred took more and more of the turgid shaft. Ham reached out and started face-fucking the smaller man. Slowly at first, then with greater and greater enthusiasm, Fred took more and more of Ham’s member. Remarkably, Fred took the entire length without gagging, and Ham felt the explosive orgasm building up in his groin. Fred grunted as Ham threw back his head and screamed, pumping his massive load into the other man. Fred held on as long as he could until he fell back and Ham drenched him with his man-seed. Ham finally stopped shooting and surveyed the scene. Fred was leaning against the nearby wall, hot jism covering his face, his shoulders, the wall behind him, the floor beside him– even the clipboard. He took a couple of deep breathes, leaned back and fell into a peaceful slumber. Well done. Be proud. Ham walked into the showers and turned on the water. As the warmth flowed over him, he couldn’t help thinking about the power he now possessed. Where did it come from? Could he control it? It must have something to do with the lab explosion. As he pondered these questions, he felt the old Ham trying to reassert itself. This isn’t right! You’re a freak! A monster! But then, that blissful calmness washed back over him. This is the real you. This is who you are. You deserve this. Ham dried off and wrapped a fresh towel around his waist. He took a few more towels and tenderly wiped off the sleeping Fred’s face and did what he could to clean up, then headed back out into the pre-dawn darkness. The cold no longer seemed to be an issue to Ham’s new body, and he strode across the campus clad in just a towel as if it were something he did every day of the week. As he approached Armitage Hall, he realized he was still faced with the problem of access to the building. As he drew close to the building, he caught sight of his reflection in one of the darkened windows. From the neck down, he still looked like his buff roommate, but now Ham’s face was an improved version of his own. “I like it,” he said to himself as he admired the handsome visage. Ham stepped up to the intercom alongside the entrance and pondered who he’d have to wake to let him in. “Just what the hell are you doing?” Ham turned around and came face to face with a campus cop. He was typical of the breed– middle-aged and overweight. “I kinda locked myself out,” Ham said. “Kinda?” the cop replied sarcastically. “Do you have any ID?” Ham held his arms out, looked down at his semi-nude body and looked back at the cop. “Figures,” he said. “I’ll hafta’ call this in.” The cop reached for his radio, but before he could, Ham placed his hand gently on the cop’s shoulder. “Now officer,” he said soothingly, “wouldn’t it be easier just to let me in?” As the cop looked up into Ham’s eye’s, all thoughts of resistance drained away. “Well, I... I guess so,” he said haltingly. Ham smiled kindly as the cop waved his key card past the reader and pulled open the door. “One other thing, officer,” Ham said, “would that card also get me into my room?” “Why yes,” the cop said, almost trance-like, “yes, it would.” “Tell you what,” Ham continued, “you’re a busy man. Why don’t you just let me borrow your card? I’ll return it in the morning.” “I... I don’t see why not.” Ham gently took the card from the dazed man’s hand. “Thank you, officer,” Ham said. He bent down and gave him a peck on the cheek. turned, and left the cop standing in the doorway, blushing like a school girl. Paul had tossed and turned for hours trying to come to terms with what had happened earlier that night. It was a good thing Ham had run off, otherwise, it might have gotten ugly. The longer he stayed away the better. As he lay staring at the ceiling of the darkened room, he went over it in his mind once again. Ham didn’t just kiss him,, they kissed each other. It wasn’t possible– Paul was as straight as they come– secure in his manhood. So secure, in fact, it didn’t bother him one whit to have a gay roommate. Until tonight. The pull had been unmistakable and irresistible. And yet, after Ham was gone, he felt nothing. It had to be a bad dream. Paul was barely awake when he heard the door. Maybe he could roll over and pretend to be asleep– he’d deal with this in the morning. As the hallway light splashed across the room, he ventured a peak out of the corner of his eye. False alarm. “Wrong room, buddy,” he said as he squinted up at the towel-clad figure that was so obviously not Ham. It didn’t occurred to him to question how a stranger could open his door. “Oh, I think not,” the strangely familiar voice said. Something wasn’t right. After a split second, Paul’s brain recognized the threat– there was an intruder in his room. He threw off the bedclothes, sprang to his feet and grabbed his lacrosse stick. “Who the fuck are you?” Paul asked angrily. He was still wearing the sweat pants from earlier that evening, but not the shirt. “Come on Pauly, it’s just me,” Ham said. “Don’t fuck with me,” Paul said. “You won’t like it.” “Hey, I live here, remember?” As Ham started to close the door, Paul raised his stick. “I’m warning you!” Ham reached over and flicked on the light switch. “See, it’s just me, your buddy Ham.” True, the face looked like Ham, or rather a super-sexy, idealized version of it. But the body– that was all wrong. The real Ham was a scrawny shrimp. This guy was as big as him. And, quite frankly, just as good looking. No, strike that– he was better looking. Way better. It seemed to Paul it had suddenly gotten ten degrees hotter in that little room. Ham took a step forward and gently took the lacrosse stick from his roommate’s hands. “There, that’s better,” Ham said as he set the stick aside. “It’s warm in here, isn’t it?” Ham dropped his towel to the floor, and Paul instantly felt waves of sexual power radiate through the room. He felt the hardest erection of his life suddenly tenting in his sweats. A dark spot was forming at the tip. Ham put his hands on both sides of Paul’s neck and pulled him in for deep kiss. When he was finished, he looked at Paul with sparkling eyes. “I knew you’d be happy to see me.” Paul’s eyes were large as saucers and his mouth agape and he tried to speak. “Puh... puh...” Ham cocked his head slightly to one side and smiled slightly. “How’s that?” “Puh...” “Yes?” “Puh... please... fuck me.” Hamish Conner was pleased.

Misfit Chapter 5 Hamish Conner let out a satisfied sigh as he finished up his third helping of breakfast in the dining room of the Student Union. He’d loaded up on calorie-dense breakfast foods like bacon and eggs and sausage and hash browns. He’d also polished off two stacks of pancakes and a Belgian waffle. He loved the way his new and improved body was able to process such large amounts of food and hold the excess calories in reserve without converting to fat. The nanites-- his nanites-- made that possible. It was during the night that they had completed the integration with his central nervous system. Now they augmented his mind just the way they augmented his body. It was almost like there was a second presence inside him. In the early stages of his upgrade, the nanites sensed his inner needs sporadically and randomly at best. Now, he had conscious control of every cell in his body, right down to the molecular level. When complete integration was achieved, they had stripped away all the negative aspects of his inner self; the depression, the self-doubt, the self-loathing. Instead, he felt like he had an abundance of confidence and drive. They. He was already thinking of them as a sentient presence in his mind. And why not? Didn’t they speak to him in his moment of need? They allowed him to master his strengths and discard his weaknesses. Who wouldn’t want that? As he walked his tray and dirty dishes over to the bussing station, he couldn’t help but revel in the way his clothes felt. They were Paul’s clothes. That A&F stuff always looked sensational on Paul, and Ham knew that it looked just as good on him. After all, they were the same size now. Ham put his tray on the belt and inwardly smirked. He knew that all eyes, men and women alike, were on him. Is that what it was always like for Paul? Lucky bastard. That boy was always such a tease. Well, Ham could be a tease now, too. He felt his clothes get slightly tighter as he turned and walked out. The light from the window gradually crept across the floor until it reached Paul’s eyes. He squinted at the morning sun, and for a moment didn’t know where he was. Awareness trickled back in dribs and drabs. He was laying face down. He was on the floor. He was naked. He... “Oh, my god!” Paul blurted as he scrambled to his knees. His body was stiff and sore, like he’d been through the most brutal workout off his life. His anus was sore and tender, and as he reached back, the horrifying thoughts came flooding back. Ham had raped him. No, that couldn’t be right. The man that appeared in his dorm room in the small hours of the morning didn’t look anything like Ham. He had Ham’s face, sort of. But he definitely didn’t have Ham’s body. This man was strong and athletic and sexy and... No, no, no. He couldn’t think that way. Paul had never had a homosexual inclination in his life. He’d never even been curious about anything like that. He had a steady girlfriend and they fucked like bunnies on a regular basis. Yet, when he was in the presence of that mysterious man, there was nothing he wanted more in his life than to take him up the ass. Paul picked the bedclothes up off the floor, spread them haphazardly across his bed and sat down. He crinkled his nose as he realized the stench of semen was heavy in the air. Without warning, the smell made him double over and retch into the wastebasket. His eyes watered as the sharply acid vomit burned his throat and mouth and nose. As he tried to catch his breath, Paul groped around the floor until he found a dirty shirt. He wiped his face and tried to calm his rebellious gut. It couldn’t be, he thought. Somehow, he’d been in thrall to that man and the result was some of the most incredible sex he’d ever had, and it terrified him. As he was looking around the disheveled room for his sweats, he heard the door open. “Hey, buddy, you’re awake!” Ham smiled broadly. Fear and dread instantly gripped the pit of Paul’s stomach, and he immediately started scrambling backwards like a startled animal. “Stay away from me!” he shouted. “Relax. It’s just me,” Ham said. “Be calm.” And incredibly, Paul was. “Here, put something on,” Ham told him as he tossed Paul the sweats. Ham was pleased that his buddy had suddenly and enthusiastically begged him to fuck his brains out. It seemed right. It seemed natural. For a tiny instant, a trace of the old Ham whispered that it wasn’t right– that he was compelling his friend to act against his will– that this was very, very wrong. Then, just as quickly, the new Ham swept the thought away. “I always thought you had great taste in clothes,” Ham continued. “O’course, they’re a little tight on me.” He stuck out his elbows and looked down and admired the way the shirt was stretched tight across his chest and how the sleeves road up on his meaty biceps. “Who are you?” Paul asked. “I told you. It’s me, Ham.” “You can’t be...” “Ham I am. Ha! Get it?” “But how?” “Let’s just say I had a lucky accident.” Ham continued to flex and admire his arms. He crossed the room and started posing in the mirror. Paul came up behind him and was also staring intently at the image. Ham’s tee shirt was stretched even tighter across his chest, and he noted with satisfaction that he was now at least two inches taller than Paul. Paul closed his eyes and started rubbing his stubbly cheek against Ham’s bulging bicep. “Whoa, boy,” Ham said. “There’ll be plenty of time for that later.” He concentrated on relaxing his roommate and Paul’s eyes became alert once again. Ham picked up his school books and started putting them in his backpack. “You’re not leaving, are you?” Paul said, his voice filled with distress. “Not to worry, my little hot one. I’ll be back after class.” Ham leaned over and gave Paul a peck on the cheek. “Don’t you have classes?” “I, I, I...” “You’re just so cute!” Ham said with a big grin. He gave Paul a little pat on the side of his face, turned and went to class. Ham relished the bracing autumn air as he strode confidently across campus. He wasn’t wearing a coat, of course. Who could possibly want him to cover up such an attractive specimen of manhood? Besides, he wasn’t the least bit chilled. Once again, that tiny voice of the old Ham struggled up from the depths– It’s not right, it said. You should be cold. You should be covered up. Just as quickly it disappeared. Ham knew not to listen to the voice anymore. That was the voice of insecurity, of depression, of fear. He would have no more of that. Up until now, he had never been truly alive. Almost as remarkable as his own transformation, was that of his roommate. Could two miracles happen in one day? Could lightning strike twice? Apparently, it could. Ham had always known deep in his heart that Paul secretly had the hots for him. That was the only explanation. All that macho hetero stuff was just an act. He’d have to make sure that Paul broke it to Sarah gently. Ham was looking forward to a stimulating class in advanced calculus when he happened past the Athletic Center. As he glanced through the open door, he had a sudden urge to go inside. The cavernous gymnasium was deserted. At this time of the morning, it should be bustling with activity. Ham crossed the gym floor and entered the locker room. As he came around the corner, he was stunned by what he saw. Standing before the mirror was the most massive bodybuilder Ham had ever seen. At least in person. His broad, thick back was to him, and the man was looking at his reflection while slowly rubbing his own body. He was surrounded by many other men– some in their underwear, some fully clothed, still others with just towels around their waists. They were all talking among themselves in hushed tones as they stared at the massive brute in front of them. It reminded Ham of that painting of The Last Supper. Meanwhile, the muscle man continued to stare, trance-like, at his reflection. He wasn’t quite as tall as Ham, but he looked to be every bit of two-hundred and fifty pounds, and not one single gram of it was fat. Thick veins cris-crossed his body, and it seemed that Ham could count every single fiber of every single muscle. The man’s thick neck was encased by bulging traps above broad, blocky shoulders. Huge, hemispherical pecs perched atop an expansive chest, and the man’s powerful torso tapered down to a lean, incredibly narrow waist. From there, the massive legs flared out to nearly as wide as his chest, pinched down to robust knee joints and then flared out at the calves once again. When the man let his arms hang loose, they hung more than thirty degrees from vertical as biceps nearly as big as his head fought for room with the rest of his upper body. Jutting fiercely upward from the man’s groin was a ten-inch cock that was as thick as a policeman’s truncheon. As Ham approached, the small crowd parted like the waters of the Bible. In a wave, the men dropped to their knees, starting with those closest to him. He was captivated by the rippling figure as he drew up alongside and continued to stare at the image in the mirror. Only then did the man even acknowledge that there was anyone else in the room. The strong, masculine face in the mirror slowly looked up until its eyes met his own. “You did this, didn’t you?” the man whispered. It was then he recognized the man. It was Fred Wilson, the gym attendant that had generously given Ham his very first blow job, the night before. The little voice tried to make one last attempt to tell Ham that he was out of control, that he was a monster, but it never had a chance. No, Ham thought, he was the farthest thing from a monster. He was a benevolent god, bestowing gifts upon his worshipers. Fred had serviced his worshipful master, and had been rewarded with a god-like body of his own. Ham felt the warmth of his own benevolence as he smiled at Fred. The men around them started moaning and groping their own crotches, good disciples all. He leaned in and planted a deep, sensuous kiss on Fred’s lips, then moved his mouth near Fred’s ear. “You’re welcome,” he whispered. Fred’s magnificent body went rigid as his face hardened into a grimace and his eyes rolled back in his head. He grunted deeply as his cock swelled even bigger, his balls drew up and he started spraying prodigious volumes of jism all over the mirror. Almost simultaneously, the men around them started moaning and grunting and cursing and experiencing orgasms of their own. Ham looked down benignly at his acolytes. It was good to be a god. “Psst! Hey, Doc!” Professor Lofgren furrowed his brow as he looked around for the voice. He’d been on his way to the Science Building, and was nearly there when he was stopped by someone calling to him. “Over here!” The voice seemed to be coming from a fenced enclosure surrounded by shrubbery just off to the left of the rear entrance to the building. It had been built some years ago to conceal extra air conditioning and refrigeration equipment for the basement lab. The gate was open a few inches and this seemed to be the source of the caller. “Who is it? What do you want?” the professor asked as he warily approached. A massive hand shot from the opening and clamped around his upper arm. Before he could even wince from the vise-like grip, he was nearly pulled off his feet and yanked inside the enclosure. “What the fuck...” Another equally massive hand covered his mouth. “I’m not going to hurt you, Doc,” said a deep, husky voice. “I need your help.” A huge form loomed over him in the semi-darkness. “I’m going to let go, okay?” Lofgren didn’t really have any choice. The man’s hand was so large and pressed against his face so hard that he couldn’t breath. The professor nodded his head slightly. The big hands fell away and he gasped. “I’m really sorry, Doc. There just wasn’t any other way.” As Lofgren caught his breath, his eyes adjusted to the gloom. Standing before him was an unbelievably large man, at least a foot taller than he. That meant he had to be at least six-eight, maybe ten. He had a large blanket draped over his shoulders that covered him down to just above his knees. And what shoulders they were– they had to be at least three feet wide. The man adjusted the blanket and almost comically tried to pull it closed across his jutting chest with one of those oversized hands. Around the man’s remarkably narrow waist was what appeared to be an oversized beach towel. “Who are you?” Lofgren asked. The man stuck out one of his oversized mitts. “Lee Prentice, sir,” he said. “You had me in Introduction to Physics last year.” Lofgren watched as his hand disappeared in the other man’s. “Mmm... no...” he said slowly. “I’d be certain to remember you...” “That’s just it,” Lee said. “I didn’t look like this last year.” He pulled an old leather billfold that he had tucked into his waist. “Let me show you...” Lee started fumbling at the wallet with his big fingers. “Here,” he said as he thrust the wallet at Lofgren in frustration. “Look at my driver’s license. Look at my ID.” Lofgren was mentally calculating the percentage chance that the man before him could be a very large, very dangerous lunatic, and was a bit reluctant to take his eyes off of him. Nonetheless, he opened the wallet and drew out a driver’s license. His expression was dubious as he looked back and forth between the man before him and the young boy in the picture. “I was sixteen when that was taken,” Lee said anxiously. “Look at the ID.” The professor pulled out the student ID. While the young man in that picture looked a bit older, there was no way it could be the hulking figure before him. Lee could see the continued doubt in Lofgren’s face. “This is your brother?” Lofgren asked tentatively. “No, Doc, it’s me! Honest!” Lee looked down at the other man pleadingly. “This happened overnight!” “What do you mean, overnight?” “I mean, OVERNIGHT!” Lofgren shrank back at the big man’s emphatic statement. He looked again at the ID. The resemblance was undeniable, but there was just no way... “Why did you come to me?” “I think this has to do with one of your students, Ham Conner.” “Ham? What could he possibly have to do with this?” “You knew he was gay, right?” “Well, no, I...” “Take it from me. At any rate, I’d been trying to get a relationship going. We’d met in a gay chat room. He didn’t know it was me, and when he found out, he was a little freaked.” No wonder, Lofgren thought. “And what does this have to do with...” “I’m getting to that. Anyway, I’d seen him around campus, and I was trying to get him used to the idea of dating, but there was something else going on with him. Did you have an explosion in your lab a couple of nights ago?” “Why, yes.” “And Ham was there?” “No. Well, yes, he was there before the explosion. But he left before it happened. There was no one in the lab.” “He was there. He was exposed to whatever was in the experiment.” “The nanites?” “If that’s what they’re called.” “But their not viable outside the containment vessel.” “I kinda think they are.” “That’s impossible.” Lee held out his massive hands. “Doc, yesterday I was five-foot-nine and weighed one-forty-five.” Lofgren folded his arms and looked up at Lee. “This is a joke, right?” Lee gave another massive, frustrated sigh. “I took him back to my room last night. He didn’t look too good and he had a gash on his head. I was just going to fix that up for him, but one thing led to another, you know? “No. I don’t know.” “Whatever. Let’s just say that we both got a little excited.” “Whatever.” “Right,” Lee said, trying to keep his temper under control. “So we were getting a little friendly, and Ham starts to change.” “Change? How?” “He starts growing. A lot. In just a couple of minutes, he was bigger than I am now. A lot bigger.” Lofgren narrowed his eyes in disbelief. “Then what happened?” “I fainted.” “Hmmph.” Lofgren turned to leave and Lee grabbed him by shoulders. “Doc, I’m telling you,” he said sharply, “this... is... not... a... joke.” Lee shook the professor with each syllable. Lofgren looked up at him fearfully and Lee slowly took his hands away. “When I came to,” he continued, “he was so tall, the back of his head was brushing the ceiling. He had to weigh a thousand pounds.” “Come now...” “Doc, he raped me,” Lee said softly. “He fucked me into unconsciousness. When I woke up, I was like this. You have to believe me.” The big man was clearly unstable. He was near enough to the breaking point that Lofgren feared what might happen if he tried to flee again. It seemed best to humor him until he could alert campus police. “Come with me down to the lab.” Lee breathed another huge sigh, this time of relief. “What if someone sees me?” Lee asked. “If they see you, they see you. What difference will it make?” Lee had to admit to himself that he didn’t have a good answer to that question. He followed the professor into the building and down the stairs to the lab. As they went, they were met by the odd passerby and got the predictable double-takes. “Take a seat over there,” the professor said, gesturing to a stool next to some kind of an instrument. It was a large console about chest high–- Lofgren’s chest, that is-– with a top that looked like black glass. Above the glass was an apparatus that looked vaguely like an x-ray machine on a flexible arm. Lee walked over to the stool and regarded it for a moment. It was typical of the seating you’d find in a lab, with casters and a revolving seat and back. “Go on,” Lofgren insisted. Lee sat down on the seat and it almost immediately started to collapse. “I’d better stand.” Lofgren came over and moved the bent stool out of the way. “Let me see your hand,” he said. Lee held out his left hand and Lofgren placed it palm down on the glass top. Then he adjusted to other part of machine until it was a few inches above Lee’s hand. “This will tell us whether or not you have any nanites in your system.” Lofgren went back across the room and sat at a computer console. “Is this an x-ray machine?” Lee asked. “Something like that,” Lofgren answered. “Don’t worry; it doesn’t use that kind of radiation. It’s more like an MRI. Keep your hand still.” Lofgren started punching commands into the computer, and soon, Lee could feel a barely perceptible hum–- kind of like an electric appliance. “Don’t move,” Lofgren said. “This could take a few minutes.” While the machine was analyzing Lee’s hand, Lofgren sent an email to the campus police telling them he had an unruly student in his lab, and requesting that they come immediately. Once that was accomplished, he switched back to monitor the test program. As he watched the data come in, he became more and more concerned. Once the testing sequence was complete, Lofgren went back over the data again, just to be sure. “You can take your hand away,” he said. Lee removed his oversized hand and started to walk over to where the professor was sitting. “Don’t move!” came a shout from behind. Lee turned around to see two campus police officers standing by the door. “Holy shit,” one officer said as he got a good look at Lee. “That’s alright officers,” Lofgren called to them. “False alarm. Everything’s fine.” The two officers were clearly awestruck at the size of the being before them. They quickly snapped out of their amazement, but showed no inclination to move any further from the door. “You sure about this, professor?” one of the officers asked. “Absolutely. It was just a misunderstanding. Everything’s fine.” “Well, okay,” the officer said as they turned to leave. “Let us know if you need us.” The two men exited the lab without any further delay. Lee walked over to the professor with a puzzled look on his face. “Did you call the police?” Lofgren looked up at Lee with an embarrassed expression. “I owe you an apology,” he said. “Sit down.” “But I...” “Pull over that box,” Lofgren said, gesturing toward a heavy-duty equipment case. Lee sat on the box and looked intently at the professor, almost afraid at what he’d hear.

I promised myself I’d finish this story before the end of the year and it looks like I may just make it. Chapter 13 is the second-to-last installment of the story and that is nearly complete. Expect it to be posted in the next week or two. Enjoy! Chapters 1-12 CHAPTER 13 Rhys's first reaction when he saw me lying naked on the floor in the vicinity of a giant elderly man was one of embarrassment. "Sorry" escaped his lips and he started to shut the door before common sense kicked him in the nuts and forced him to take another look. "Ryan...what the hell is going on?" he asked as he strolled in the door. His roommate Kevin, now a bronzed god standing in a tight white sleeveless shirt, was at his back. Kevin didn't even notice me as he strolled in. He could only stare slack-jaw at the form lying on his bed. Rhys saw only me and I loved him for it. Whether it was the uncomfortable pause or a look in my eyes, my brother's face darkened. It was then he noticed the IV bag and the tubes running out of my body. He immediately ripped the IV needles out before looking questioningly at the thick blood filled ones. "What the fuck?" I heard Kevin say as he stood over Dr Fitz. He reached out to touch him but my brother reached over and slapped his hand away. He immediately put a finger over his mouth in a gesture for him to shut it. I heard Fitz give a deep guttural groan as he shifted his mass before going silent again. Kevin did as he was told but his eyes never left the bed. I still don't know if he noticed I was even here. "What's going on?" Rhys whispered as he squatted down next to me. I tried to make my mouth work but all that came out was a barely audible squeak. My brother continued to stare at me, his ripped forearms resting on each knee as his mind worked feverously to piece this puzzle togehter. I did everything I could to say something or even move. Perhaps those suffocating chains weren't as tight now that their source was gone but I still couldn't budge them. Rhys' eyes grew questioning but he focused his attention on the tubes and then the quietly humming machine just to my left. He fumbled with it a moment before pressing something. The humming stopped. With that, my brother resorted to shaking me. Nothing. He stood up and paced a moment before looking at me again. "Can you blink for me?" he whispered. I blinked in response just as I heard Dr Fitz begin to moan again. It wasn't the weak panting of an elderly man. It was deep and guttural, like a bear growling from a cave. Panic returned. He was waking up. My brother and Kevin together would not be able to overpower him. Rhys returned his attention to me. "One blink yes. Two blinks no," he began. "Are you in trouble?" Yes, I blinked. "Do you know what's going on?" A pause. Yes, I said. Dr Fitz's arm twitched and rose up, making his arm bulge in a way that made both Rhys and Kevin take an awe-inspired step back. "Do you know who this is?" Rhys asked. YES! I blinked. Stop him! I tried to tell him. Rhys looked back at the giant and I heard the bed groan as he shifted his weight. "Rick?" Fitz asked with a deep groggy voice as his hand went to his eyes. It's too late, I thought with dismay. Rhys only stared at me with those shadowed eyes, his mind working. "Should he stay asleep?" he asked. I blinked as if my life depended on it and actually felt my head nodding just as the monster on Kevin's bed started to sit up. He was massive. Nearly four hundred pounds of shredded monster sat up and began to scratch the sleep from his eyes. I found it impossible to comprehend that was me mere hours ago. He was a god. His head was still bald yet the liver spots had faded. His face looked nothing like the ancient man from before save for the gnarled grey eyebrows. His cheeks were full and his once foggy eyes sharp, if sleepy. The rest of his body was every bit the youthful giant I once was. The shirt that hung on him like a tent before was now tattered rags hanging from the granite slabs of his body. "Rick?" Fitz asked again. He lowered his hand and, when he saw my brother, every muscle on his body flexed involuntarily. "You’re not Rick" his voice boomed. As I mentally gave up hope that this rescue would work, my brother reached down and grabbed the IV tubes lying on the floor. In a flash that even the newly improved Ben Fitz couldn't defend, Rhys maneuvered the dripping needles in his fist and stabbed then into the monster's meaty neck. Fury painted itself across Fitz's face as he tried to reach up and grab the needles. But there was enough residual medicine in his body for the newly concentrated injection to work almost immediately. His hand barely made it to his shoulder before his fingers spasmed. Then his arm twitched and fell limp to the bed. He gave one final twitch then fell from the seated position back onto the mattress and grew silent. I felt a breath I didn’t know I was holding leave my body in a hush. My brother's face was ashen and his eyes filled with fear. Kevin just stood in his corner, mouth agape. I could have hugged my brother had my arms worked. The thought made my finger twitch. The minutes wore on but my brother was patient with me. Kevin proved to be no help in this situation so Rhys told him to get food and not tell anyone a thing. After a longing look at the frozen giant on the bed he did as he was told. Rhys picked me up like easily and lay me on his collapsed mattress. I was able to see Fitz from this vantage point and saw he was still breathing. "Thanks" was the first word out of my mouth. "Fitz" was the second. My brother stared at the strange creature with newfound intensity. "I guess you were right all along," was all he said. I was never so grateful to have a twin. He had an inexplicable inkling of my thoughts as I did his. And that saved me today. After fifteen minutes, I was able to move my arms with only moderate difficulty. My speech improved slowly and I gave Rhys a slurred and broken rendition of what happened as feeling slowly returned to my body. To say I was in pain would be an understatement. I felt as if I'd been released from a medieval torture rack. My body didn't feel right; too long in some places, too tight in others. Visually, aside from the slight bagginess of my skin I looked normal but, oh, the horrors within. "I wouldn't believe it if I didn't see that happened to Fitz," Rhys said as I completed my story. "And then there's this," he added as he flexed his bare arm. A nineteen inch boulder erupted from his Caribbean-tanned arm. Even though mine were nearly half again as big six hours ago, I would have been more than content to be his size. I tried to make peace with the model look I was again sporting. Rhys saw my sadness and lowered his arm. "How big were you?" he asked carefully. I sighed and nodded towards the paralyzed and sleeping Fitz. My brother whistled. "Wow. Don't tell Kevin that. He's completely obsessed with size as if you couldn't tell by his man crush on ol' Fitzy back there." Rhys looked at me. "He's the real reason I'm like this, you know? I just followed in his footsteps. I'm big enough, bro. No need to worry I'll become the monster laying over there." I tried to give him an assured look. I didn't tell him he was already a monster compared to me. I also said nothing about how I'd become every bit as obsessed as his roommate. “So this dorm is Dr. Powers’ laboratory”, my brother said thoughtfully as the anesthesia wore off. “Specimens, supply room, and all.” "Dr Powers!" I choked as I sat up. My back creaked and I pulled a muscle in my side but I could only stare at the door. "I forgot all about him. Where is he?" My brother pushed me back down. "You're can't chase after him like this," he said gently. "The hell I can't. I'm not just going to wait for him to come back and take you too." I got to my feet carefully and tried to stand up. After a few tries and with my brother’s help I finally hit vertical. "Where do you think he is?" Rhys asked as I wrapped my arm around his back and grabbed ahold of his bulging lat for support. "Last I saw, he went chasing after your friend Cody and his gang." "What did he want with them?" "I--" I thought for a moment. "I don't know." I paused. "They've changed too Rhys." "Changed?" He looked at me. "Change like you changed?" I thought back to the basement gym then over to Fitz...and gulped. "More." Rhys looked incredulous. "I mean it," I said defensively. "They took the remaining pills from your room and downed all of them. Last I saw they were well over eight feet tall and had to weigh five hundred pounds." Rhys smirked. "Then they took a whole pill on top of that! Who knows what they look like now." "Ok, bro," Rhys said. "Let’s go see ‘em." I resisted. "They've changed," I started. "I know. You just told me that." "No, mentally too," I said. "These pills...it's like a never ending steroidal orgasm. You lose yourself in it. At least, temporarily. The bigger I got the longer it would last. And I spread it out over days, these guys grew overnight." "Relax," Rhys said as he helped me get into a pair of shorts. "They're my friends. Besides, whatever’s in that bag keeping Ben asleep isn’t going to last forever. We’re going to need some added muscle on our side." I looked at the semi-conscious and still huge Dr Fitz. "He's not going anywhere right now," Rhys said. I reluctantly agreed and let my oversized twin guide me down the hall. The walking helped. By the time I made it to the other end, I was able to support myself, if awkwardly. Rhys knocked but there was no answer so he tried the door, finding it locked. Rhys shrugged and pulled a key out of his pocket. "Told you we were friends,” he said when I gave him an inquisitive look. “Kevin or I would hang out in here if the other was getting laid. Who knows, maybe we’ll find some of those pills you’re so interested in.” Rhys opened the door and revealed a scene that stopped us dead in our tracks. The room was built for three occupants instead of two and was quite a bit larger than my brothers' double. The beds were on their sides and pushed against the wall make room. Rhys’ four titan friends were sitting against the walls, as naked as they were downstairs but not nearly as massive. Although beautiful specimens, they were “only” about 300 pounds each. The familiar IV bags were hanging from a stand over each of their heads. Two blood lines ran from each of them to yet another machine and the combined eight erupted from it to a figure beyond what even the last few hours would have made me think possible. Dr. Powers was sprawled across the width and length of the room, slowly absorbing the other boys ounce by ounce. He was…unbelievable. His form took up most of the room’s square footage, arms and legs at strange angles to meet the natural contours of the room and its contents. The age had disappeared from his face save the silvery hair. From there his body exploded. Giant traps rose up like mountains, forming almost a pillow behind his head. His shoulders, traversed with inch deep ravines and pencil-thick veins, were the size of giant pumpkins. His arms were each larger than my waist, with vascular and striated triceps lifting his arms off the floor. Six-inch deep slabs of stone made up a chest which masked his face with the rise of each slumbering breath. Lats like wings flared out and acted like a mattress under his rapidly expanding frame. Each block of his abs were the size of an actual brick and just as hard. His abs were mostly hidden beneath a completely erect dick the size of my arm. His legs. Oh, shit, his legs. Each of his quads must have weighed as much as me. Muscle cabled over muscle and twitched as much as an inch as they grew right before my eyes. The man was covered in a sheen of sweat which set his body ablaze in contrasting light. All-in-all, the man must have been ten feet tall and growing. I could see his giant feet visibly creeping across the floor as his body grew longer. In minutes they would hit a wall and start breaking through the plaster. Then the sleeping giant would awaken. The only sound was that of Powers’ slumbered breathing, which reminded me of air rushing into a cave. I gave my brother a nod as I rested against a wall. Rhys, meanwhile, moved stealthily across the room towards the first two paralyzed boys. One was out cold but the other followed him with hope-filled eyes. Rhys pulled the anesthesia needles from their arms and began to make his way over the ever-growing Dr. Powers to the other two. Cody was one of them and sat unconscious and slumped against that wall, legs still those of a champion cyclist but nothing compared to the seventy inch boulders Rhys had to step over to reach him. After pulling the tube from his arm, he turned to the final victim and leaned over to remove his tube as well. That’s when the laugh started. It was a deep, evil sound that stopped Rhys in his tracks. That’s when I saw Dr. Powers’ massive body began to move. His right leg bent at the knee and his calf exploded in size with the slightest twitch of his foot. Too awestruck to speak I could only watch as the titan moved to sit up and simultaneously reach his gigantic iron hand around my brother’s neck. Still seated, Powers’ head was level with my brother’s chin. Rhys struggled against his grip which only made the monsters gigantic arm muscles swell like leaden balloons. “I don’t know how you freed yourself, boy,” Dr. Powers growled. “But I see you had to give up some of your size.” Then Powers made as if to stand. Every muscle in his body writhed over each other as he lifted his gargantuan frame up. Facing away from me, all I could see was a back as wide as a barn door rise over a pair of unnaturally striated glutes and send Powers’ head through the ceiling. Plaster and rock rained down on the four seated boys and sunlight streamed in from the hole. “Auggh!” Dr. Powers moaned as he tore down large chunks of the roof with his free hand to make room for his still growing frame. He still held my brother by the neck like a rag doll, his feet dangling a foot above the ground and face turning purple. “I am a GOD to you,” the man bellowed to no one in particular. And he flexed his arms as he stretched his chest and pinched his back. The chaotic sea of muscle rolled across his body, raging red with blood and pulsing as they grew. My mind raced and my eyes darted wildly across the room for something to save my brother. I looked up just in time to see my brother take the three anesthesia tubes he held and, with the last of his failing strength, reach up and jab them into the monster’s neck. My stomach tightened and the world seemed to stop. For a moment, Dr Powers only stared at my brother with those cold bombardier eyes. My brother looked back at him with challenging eyes that slowly began to lose focus. Then Powers’ tilted his head back and laughed again. It was a horrible sound and made me want to vomit. “It’s going to take more than that, boy,” he said. Now with enough space to stretch, Dr. Powers did just that. He spread his arms out wide, my brother dangling wildly in his outstretched hand like he was nothing. Powers tested his body as if waking up from a month long hibernation. Muscles I thought were flexed before now exploded as, all across his body, ravines grew deeper, muscle grew thicker, and veins bulged larger. He roared in victory and in that moment of dark desperation I found a possible savior. There, lying at the giant’s still growing feet was the thin black rod he’d used to knock me out earlier that day. The mere sight of it still sent a painful shiver down my spine but it was my only hope. I pushed myself off the wall and made my way awkwardly across the room. Pieces of debris rained all around me as Dr. Powers absorbed himself in the majesty of his own body. His free hand explored his naked body and he moaned in pleasure as his muscles flexed beneath them. A couple steps further and I was close enough to reach out and touch him. My eyes were level with the base of his back. From this close proximity I could see his body in ever more impressive detail. Every fiber of muscle flared beneath his skin. It was all I could do to take my eyes off his frame and reach down to the black rod. I didn’t have much time. I found what appeared to be a trigger and made a frantic search of the rest of the contraption. I’d only had one shot and it had to work. On one end I found a dial imprinted with numbers ranging from one to ten. It was currently set on three and without hesitation I upped the value to ten. I didn’t know if that would merely sting this monster or kill him. Judging by the darkening purple of my brother’s face, I didn’t care if it was the latter as long as he let him go. I turned the oversized cattle prod in my hands, ready to fire. Then I noticed how quiet it was. Heart racing, I looked up and was horrified to see Powers’ staring down at me from over his gargantuan pecs, his face contorted in confusion. Instead of reaching down and ending me, he merely looked back at my brother choking in his grip. “There are two of you?” he questioned. I took advantage of the situation. “Damn right,” I heard myself scream as I jammed the business end into the dense meat of his thigh. “Now let my brother go, you giant fuck.” Then I pulled the trigger. The room was suddenly filled with the hiss of a thousand snakes and Dr. Powers flew across the room as if launched by a catapult. I shielded my eyes as he crashed into the closet and through the wall into the bathroom on the other side. A wave of drywall and plaster rolled towards me like a dust storm as the room grew silent save the desperate hacking and deep breaths of my now freed brother. As the dust cleared, I saw Dr. Powers crumpled body lying under a damaged sink. His eyes were shut but his massive chest still rose and fell with breath. He was alive. I looked down at the black rod and saw that the other end had basically exploded. It would not be shocking anyone again soon. Dropping the rod, I gathered the now freed anesthesia needles from the chaos of the room and pulled them along with the connected IV bags into the bathroom. Without care, I reinserted them into Powers’ neck with a not-so-graceful jab. I also did my best to up the dose on the IV bags to as high as it would allow. I had no idea if that would even keep him under but it was worth a shot. As my adrenaline fell, my senses began to focus on things other than the unconscious monster. I looked over to see my brother on his hands and knees still relishing the fact he could breathe. The other four boys, now a paltry two hundred pounds of shredded muscle, were now all awake but still immobile save their wildly rolling eyes. The wreckage of the open roof and caved in wall largely spared them but the entire room was littered with flotsam and slowly settling dust. I also heard distant voices and was suddenly aware that this event hadn’t occurred in a vacuum. A quick peak out of the window revealed a small and slowly growing mass of students racing from the building. It must have sounded like an earthquake to them and they were smartly exiting the building. Among the crowd, I saw McKenzie among the crowd, standing cross-armed and nervous like an amazon among the rest of the impressively built crowd that surrounded her. I didn’t have much time. I turned to see my brother, still coughing but cognizant, now on the other side of the hole in the wall and looking over the slumbering Dr. Powers. He appeared to be inspecting whether the blood tubes were still attached to his body. I also noticed he’d gathered the other ends and held them in a free hand. In the other hand was the machine responsible for moving the blood from one body to another. “What are you doing?” I asked carefully.

I was on a roll so I made another tiny chapter. Sorry they are so small but it seems that it's easier to work with and post them. Close Encounter Part 3: Evolution "Sir, you're holding me." Ben said sofly. Sir looked at Ben with no real reaction other than a raised eye. "It seems I am. Should I not be?" "Oh no, no! I love it. But I just wonder what made you do it?" Ben asked turning to face Sir full on resting his head on the alien's huge pectoral. Sir was briefly wordless for a minute as he contemplated his action before speaking. "I don't know... I just did. It felt right." Ben smiled. "I'm glad it felt right to you." Both of them turned back to look at the ceiling for no reason than to just lay there against each other for a few minutes. "For some reason, I feel connected to you." Sir spoke out loud. "It may be the experiment but I'm not sure." "Well, we share DNA now. That may be the reason" Ben replied but refrained from speaking his thought of "I hope it's not just that but something more." "It might be." Sir guessed in response. Ben did a double take. "Did you just hear my thoughts?" Ben asked lifting his head off of Sir which caused Sir to lift himself on his elbows. "Did you not just speak it?" Sir asked. "I heard you plainly." "No, I thought it. I never said it out loud." Ben replied with a half smile before putting his hand to his head. "Are you okay? I sense there is something wrong." Sir asked, his eyes widening a bit showing his concern. "No, I'm okay. I guess that bout of wild sex took a lot out of me. Just a small headache..." Ben replied quickly. "I just need to lie down..." Ben got up quickly but wobbled causing Sir to jump up with an amazing speed to catch him. "Wow! That was some..." Ben began to clutch his head his body slowly sinking to the floor. "Ben! Are you okay?" Sir's voice resonated through the room joined with other voices and sounds. Ben began to hear it bounce around in his head like an echo chamber. "I can't hear you Sir. It's so loud." Ben muttered going into a delirium. Sir probed Ben's mind to see if he could find the answer but was soon hearing a din of static. The static sound was so loud and so sudden that Sir almost dropped Ben clutching his own head. Sir managed to disconnect himself from probing Ben's mind, picked him up, and placed him on the bed. Sir began to feel Ben's body to check for any signs of other problems. Ben's eyes shut hard suddenly and his back arched. Sir felt the muscles in Ben suddenly tense up and bulge beyond their original size. Sir bent down over Ben and looked directly at Ben's face while he put his hands to both sides of his head. "Open your eyes, Ben." Sir said out loud. Ben reacted with a dramatic shift as his body suddenly started to writhe and bulge. Ben's body began to bend and twist as his muscles grew larger. Sir opened up the mind link again. "OPEN YOUR EYES!" Sir commanded inside Ben's head as the static seared through his own mind. Ben screamed and his eyes shot open wide revealing two black orbs much like Sir's. Ben's body exploded with muscle mass as he continued in his tranformation busting through his clothing. Ben's arms blew out of the sleeves. His back tore his shirt as his lats busted out the sides. Ben's legs flexed and the fabric made a loud crack as his legs bulged out the seams. Ben's cock bulged further and furher out almost a foot before it also burst through, steel hard and throbbing angrily. Sir pushed his mind further into the static staring intently into his eyes. "Ben! Look at me. You need to focus on me. You must calm your mind. What you are hearing is all the interference of all the frequencies that I am capable of hearing." Ben was still writhing but his eyes were now locked with Sir's. Sir searched his surrounding frequencies to find something constant and steady. A ticking clock started to sound off quietly but distinctly in the static. Sir increased it's volume in his head. "Focus on the clock Ben. Hear it ticking. Focus on it." Sir commanded in Ben's head. "Think of nothing else, let the ticking be the only sound you hear." The static began to clear with the exception of the ticking clock. Sir's trick was working. "Can you hear me Ben?" Sir spoke through the ticking. Ben nodded and his body begain to calm itself. "Good. Keep focusing on the ticking and my voice." The static continued to decrease to a barely audible level. Ben was breathing hard and his eyes were less wide open. Sir released his hands from Ben's head and moved back looking at the result of the transformation. "What just happened?" Ben croaked finding his voice again. "A transformation." Sir replied now running his hands clinically up and down Ben's body. "I feel so heavy." Ben panted attempting to lift his arms. As Ben did so, he looked down at them and saw how much they changed. "Sir! I'm HUGE!" Ben looked at Sir with his wide opal eyes and smiled big. "It looks like you became a human copy of me." Sir said as he looked at Ben up and down. "You feel okay other than being heavy?" Ben's body suddenly felt charged with energy and he suddenly sat up nearly colliding with Sir's head. "I feel amazing!" Ben nearly squealed as he looked his body over, flexing his arms and pecs. Ben watched as the muscles bulged and relaxed with each movement. "This is awesome!" Sir looked at Ben still concerned. "You hear any static in your head?" "No, it's all gone." Ben replied as his hands groped his arms tracing the bulging veins. Ben suddenly jumped out of the bed nearly knocking Sir over. "I have to see myself!"