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Damn Dionysus! Part 2: Frustration Basking in the afterglow by the now-placid pool, Martin watched as a tiny red beetle with yellow stripes on its wings fluttered down and landed on his deflating cock, antennae twitching. It crawled up the foreskin on its pin-thin legs, sending a delightful tickle all the way to Martin’s spent balls. To think, Martin mused, peering closer at the teeny creature, that I almost managed to convince myself that first night that Sam wasn’t changing. Stealing desperate glances, trying to control my libido. He smirked. Trying to be rational. It was a pleasurable memory. Though one weighed down with an unhealthy amount of pain too. His smirk faltered a little. Especially considering what happened afterwards. The bug poked its miniscule, arrow-shaped head into the forest of his moist pubic hair. Tickle, tickle. And yet now I know that some day soon…I’ll be no bigger to Sam than this bug is to me. Even if he doesn’t. He couldn’t help it. His cock began to fill with blood again, and all bad thoughts left him. Oh, all right. Just one more quick one to make up for lost time, Martin assured himself with the odd smile still on his face, reaching for his swelling member, his libido on fire again. The insect buzzed away, forgotten. Then I’ll head back down. * “I don’t get it. What exactly are you asking me?” Sam’s bass voice sounded very loud on the quiet beach. They lay side by side before the small fire. It had been a long first day and sleepiness was beginning to tug at their fraying conversation, steadily unravelling it. “Uh.” Martin glanced down at the bodybuilder’s pecs, stretching out magnificently from his frame, slicing into a mass of steely bronzed striations with every breath the stud took. Surely he was aware that those brawny hillocks had swollen with muscle since this morning? Martin had mapped the man’s physique to his mind (it was a talent he had picked up from his intense study of all those freakishly morphed bodybuilders – who says masturbation doesn’t teach you any useful skills?) and was nearly 75% sure that Sam’s musculature had gotten steadily bigger over the course of the day. He tried to recall his train of thought. “I just asked…you know, seeing as you’re a bodybuilder…how big do you want to get?” It was a question he had always imagined asking the muscle freaks from his whack-off sessions. He’d even read a few stories on The Evolution Forum – whilst waiting for far more important posts to be uploaded, such as new morphs of freakishly huge bodybuilders – where characters had asked this of each other. “I mean, if you could grow your muscle mass by any amount, would there be a limit?” Sam was quiet for a moment. Was it a weird question, Martin wondered, for one man to ask another? The bodybuilders in his mind had always been quick to answer that there were no limits, that they wanted to get as big as possible, that there was no such thing as too big… Martin felt, for the first time in his life in front of another man, his cock stir in his pyjamas. Unlike Sam, with his knee-length shorts, Martin hadn’t been wearing proper clothes when the ship had gone down. He didn’t mind the stripy bedtime attire though. The material kept the sun off his back (shirtless Sam’s shoulders were already a glowing red) and was light enough to keep him cool at all times except for the very middle of the day. The pyjama bottoms were also baggy enough to effectively hide his aroused penis. This was something he would come to be very thankful for in the days to come. “Dude…Martin…” Sam began, hesitantly. “We’re stuck on a deserted island together…it might be ages before we’re rescued…and you’re asking me about muscles? Isn’t that…a bit odd? Shouldn’t we be thinking about survival?” “Just figured you might want to talk about it,” Martin replied. His voice sounded clipped, terse, in his ears. What’s happening to me? He wondered. I’ve got to stop acting like we’re in one of my fantasies. Bodybuilders don’t talk about their muscles swelling infinitely huge. Not in real life, anyway. He tried to control his breathing. That might help. Is Sam even growing? Or have I imagined that too? God, it feels like my balls are on fire with horniness. I can’t even think straight. He took a long, deep breath, then, listening to his heart and urging it carefully to stop beating quite so fast, exhaled slowly. I have to snap out of this crazy horniness – get my head screwed on right again. The trouble was, his brain had already begun to spin images of the bodybuilder ravaging him, forcing that huge mantool deep inside him as he got bigger and bigger, smothering him with his titanic musculature, and despite Martin’s attempts to quell his raging emotions, his cock continued to get harder in his pyjama bottoms. The muscleman was talking in a more placatory tone: “It’s just…everything’s so surreal, you know? This time last night I was pissed up on vodka and Red Bull fucking the hell out of some twink wearing a tutu and coconut bra in the men’s toilets of a luxury cruise ship…and tonight…I’m a shipwreck survivor.” He shook his head. “Surreal,” he said again. Martin quivered on the cooling sand. Sam had no idea that inches away from him was a man who was desperately trying to curb his laviscious thoughts and get his libido under control. No idea that the man was crying out silently for the ripped bodybuilder to hug him, squeeze him against his muscles, force him to swallow as much of his cock as he could, punish him, flex for him, dominate him with his superior size and strength, all the while getting freaking massively huge… No idea that the man could barely breathe with lust. For Sam’s own thoughts were quite different indeed. His brain buzzed with the grim memory of the dead that didn’t make it. Of the nightmarish screams in the dark, and the haunting image of the cruise ship’s stern being swallowed by the cruel waters. And above all, with the thought that, whatever happened, he and Martin had to survive this, no matter what. Martin let out a small moan that Sam must have taken for acquiescence, for he went on: “Anyway. It’s been a long day, Martin, and I think we’re both a little…I don’t know, mad or something.” He cleared his throat. “Probably shock. It’ll be better tomorrow, you’ll see. We’ll survive this yet.” Martin waited, hoping, praying like a drug addict begging for a fix, that Sam would extend a hand across in comfort. If he does, if I feel his hot, calloused palm, if he closes his hand around mine, grasping my fingers in that big, strong man’s paw, I’ll lose it, Martin thought. I will totally lose it. He wriggled on the sand, horribly uncomfortable, almost afraid to breathe lest he miss the sound of the big man’s arm scraping across the sand towards him. He waited five minutes. Ten. Then he heard the sound of Sam snoring. His cock jerked again, spasming in the folds of his pyjama bottoms. Such a deep, manly sound, rising from the bodybuilder’s mammoth chest. God, I’m so swept up in this fantasy that even the sound of his snores is an aphrodisiac, Martin practically wept as he began to move his little fingers back and forth over his erection. I have to cum. I have to do it…I can’t sleep, I can’t think of anything but his – oh God – his muscle, ugh, his cock, ugh. The fervent strokes of his fapping increased in vigour. He felt his eyes roll back in his head. So much muscle, so fucking huge, but judging by how much he’s already grown in the space of one day, he’s going to get so fucking insanely MASSIVE, ugh, ugh….thought was beyond him now. Lust burned his skin. It was like every cell in his body had blossomed into a tiny ear, drinking in the sound of the hulking Sam’s manly snores. You’re gonna get so BIG, so fucking BIG, ugh, ugh, so much MUSCLE, fuuuuuuuck – “What are you doing?” Sam’s voice ripped him out of his libido-soaked dream. Martin froze, hand on cock. He was nothing but an instrument of lust now. He couldn’t have formed a coherent sentence if he had tried. “Martin. I asked what you were doing. I’m a light sleeper and it sounded like you were…” he paused, the words hanging heavily in the night between them. “Well DON’T, ok? Just don’t.” Then the big guy rolled over, his back to Martin. And that was that. * Martin didn’t sleep well that first night. The object of his desires had thrown cold cement into the bubbling stirrings of his lust and the two were curdling unpleasantly in his stomach. His skin itched with frustrated desire. His eyes ached, as though the images he had conjured forth from his brain were writhing in painful death-throes behind his pupils. He had to get away…he had to wank or he’d go mad…he had to… “Morning, sleepyhead – how’d you sleep?” Martin gulped, swallowing everything – his dreams, his lust, his fury, the sudden, incredible sense of hopeless melancholy that had seized him – along with the saliva, and forced it into the pit of his stomach where it sat like a cold, heavy stone. He opened his eyes, looked up at the huge man gazing down at him, grinning, shining like a god in the morning sunlight as he stretched his muscles. Sae was definitely bigger than the night before. My God, he had to be over 300lbs now. “Um. F-fine,” he replied, sickened with the untruth, the horrid untruth of it all. And then it just came out: “But Sam…you’re BIGGER!” The bodybuilder frowned. “What do you mean?” “You’re…” Martin came shakily to his feet. He was groggy from insomnia. Whereas the day before his eyes had been level with Sam’s chin, now they were staring at his Adam’s apple. “You’re bigger. Taller. More muscular.” All his muscles looked pumped, as though he had been working them out furiously while Martin had been dozing. Surely Sam could see it…it was impossible that he hadn’t noticed or at least felt something… “Just picking up where you left off last night, huh?” Sam sighed. His tone was cold. Martin didn’t know how to reply. “Dude, we’re shipwrecked. Think with your brain, not your cock. We’re stuck on this island together…no other land in sight. We don’t even know if we’ve got enough food to survive – and you want to talk about my muscles?” Martin’s face fell. But even as the shame stabbed pins and needles into the skin of his face, his yo-yo like thoughts sprang back to Sam’s musculature. He couldn’t help it. All his life he had dreamed of meeting a growing bodybuilder who turned into a ripped freak of titan-like proportions…it was like his dreams were finally solidifying, becoming reality… “Rule one of survival,” Sam growled. He gestured down at Martin’s erection, poking above the waistband of his pyjama bottoms. When the hell had that happened? “That stops, as of now. You think I don’t have needs too? But I’m putting one need above all of the others.” He looked Martin right in the eyes. “The need to survive. You with me? Because we won’t survive unless you’re with me all the way.” Martin wanted to turn away with embarrassment but found himself nodding. Inside, his guts were writhing. Didn’t Sam know how long Martin had lusted for this moment? It wasn’t like the 35 year-old threw himself at every hot guy who came along. He had been waiting from the moment he had come out as a gay man for The One. For that perfect, size-obsessed bodybuilder who was going to swell bigger and bigger, more and more massive before him, becoming a god of muscle growth. Only, now he had finally found him, The One didn’t seem to care much about that muscle growth at all. * And so it continued. By that afternoon Sam had swollen up, adding inches of mass to his muscles and at least half an inch to his height. The next day he was even bigger. The next, bigger still. Growing up and out like some mountain of muscle, Sam’s physique filled more and more of Martin’s world even as it filled more and more of his imagination. He only had to close his eyes to picture the stud’s muscles swelling beyond comprehension, while Sam screamed “Not enough! I want MORE muscle! Need to get BIGGER!” But there was no privacy on the island. Nowhere for Martin to relieve himself. In those rare occasions when he was able to lose sight of Sam’s monstrous form for a moment and even get a stroke or two in, Sam was always only seconds away, and he was forced to whip his hand away as though his fingers had been burned. Sometimes he was too slow to withdraw his twitching digits, and Sam’s furious gaze would bore into him, radiating disgust and disappointment. “You want to survive? You want to LIVE? Then give it a rest, Martin…or so help me…” He now walked around with a permanent erection. Thankfully, he had learnt, through careful trial and error, how to arrange his baggy pyjama bottoms so that it wasn’t so noticeable. That wasn’t the only straining flesh that he had to put up with, though. Sam’s muscles, always on display, looked ready to burst from the tan skin at any point. He was pumped beyond pumped, covered with thick veins that fed hot blood to every twitching, tensed inch of the swelling, striated, steely mass of man. Sometimes Martin thought he could see Sam growing right in front of his eyes. And yet – he couldn’t touch the muscles. Couldn’t masturbate about them. Was forbidden from even discussing them. But Martin couldn’t stop thinking about them. It felt like his whole body was a giant erection…like he needed to explode, or he’d go mad. He felt deliriously light headed and weighed down with horrible sickness as well. Every glance at the bodybuilder was agony. Though some part of him – some sadistic, twisted facet of his brain – still thrilled at every glimpse of a carved up tricep, or a stretch of budding obliques. It’s like a drug that fills you with ecstasy even as it poisons you, Martin thought. And it will kill me. I’ll die of a brain aneurism or a heart attack or…maybe I’ll just explode in a shower of blood and pent up cum or something. He couldn’t bring it up with the bodybuilder either. Any attempt, no matter how subtle, was met with an angry frown that quickly caused Martin to change the subject or, as was becoming more and more common, to simply slip into a submissive silence. It wasn’t as though he didn’t at least try to think about survival. It was just that Sam’s insane, swollen muscles, getting more and more MASSIVE every day, just made any contemplation of the island, of surviving…of anything not directly associated with muscle or masturbation…seem irrelevant in comparison. * By their sixth day there, the two men knew the island like the back of their hands. They had tallied the berry bushes, had carved some rudimentary spears for fishing, and had even dug up a makeshift latrine. If Martin had wished, he could have walked around the place with his eyes closed. But closing his eyes was dangerous – because then all he would see was Sam’s hulking form, swelling bigger and bigger before him. At least with his eyes open he could avert his gaze (however much pain it caused him to do so.) Sam was, at this stage, HUGE. At 580 lbs of man, Sam was bigger than any pro bodybuilder. His muscles seemed to remain permanently tensed, even when he wasn’t flexing them. Martin swore the ground shook a little under that mass whenever Sam strode across the beach. And stride he did, the swollen teardrop muscles of his thighs propelling his striated hugeness forward with a powerful gait. More and more often Martin found himself struggling to keep up with the muscleman as they sloshed through the warm sea, spears in hand, looking for fish. His lack of protein didn’t help. He just felt so weak all of the time in his half-delirious, lusty state, blue balls aching in the raging sunshine as he trotted after the bodybuilder like some loyal trained puppy. It was a small island, and Sam’s odour now permeated the entire place – sweat and testosterone. The musk of MAN was in Martin’s nostrils and on his tongue from the moment he woke up to the moment he fell into an exhausted sleep. As though the sight of Sam’s grotesquely pumped muscles or the sound of his beach-quaking snores weren’t enough, he had now lost two further senses, taste and smell, in his battle to focus on something other than the freakish bodybuilder’s insane growth. Touch – the one thing he could never do – was his only ally left. Though the struggle to keep that particular sense from betraying him, the struggle not simply throw himself at the swollen behemoth, tiny hands reached out desperately to squeeze and caress every inch of Sam’s flexing, titanium musculature, was Sisyphean. Every second of life on the island was hell. Wonderful, terrible hell. “Well one of us is going to have to go up those rocks,” Sam was saying in that gruff, sexy voice as they sat in the shade of one of the palm trees. He gestured at the pile of black volcanic boulders, monstrous pecs tensing as he did so, swelling out into the space between them, causing Martin to lick his lips unconsciously. “Just to see if there’s anything at the top. Be a good place to look out for any ships, too. And it can’t be me. I’m not a climber. Heights…don’t agree with me. You’re pretty rangy though, Martin – I reckon you could do it.” How could Sam not know how he felt? How could he be so blind to the other man’s suffering? He was so calm, so placid, like a pile of rocks himself. Why did he not want to admit that his muscles were growing freakishly, insanely, sexily huge? Why did he not simply let Martin worship him over and over and over – Martin was so caught up in his self-loathing he suddenly realised that Sam had been talking. Usually he suckled furiously on every syllable that came out of the big man’s mouth. He had let his mind wander. Bad puppy. “Uh…which rocks?” He replied, zombie-like. Sam frowned. Oh shit, thought Martin. He knows I’ve been thinking about muscle again. His mind span quickly. “Um. Oh, those rocks,” he stammered as common sense filtered back through his haze of lust. There was an odd pile of black, volcanic rocks slightly out to sea, rising about 50 metres out of the breaking waves, with a small ring of trees at the top. They had skirted the rocks many times in their hunt for fish, but never actually talked about them before. Or had they? Martin had been so busy trying to get through each day without slipping into muscle-lust delirium that he couldn’t remember. He rose shakily to his feet. “Wait – you don’t need to go now,” Sam protested. “I mean, finding out what’s up there may be important for our survival. But it’s the hottest part of the day.” “I’ll go.” Martin’s voice had no tone in it, like all the energy had just been sucked out of him. Good puppy. * It was only after he’d made that arduous, fifteen-minute climb and come to the tree-rimmed pool that he suddenly realised he was alone. Completely alone. There was a pause while his heart stopped and he feared this might just be another daydream. Then – Delirious with sudden joy he grasped his cock. That first time, it only took three tugs before he came. Sperm exploded from the tip, more than he had ever produced in his entire life, splashing out into the hot afternoon air and splattering into the pool amid the buzzing insects. In a fit of ecstasy he wept Sam’s name, thrilled beyond measure that the bodybuilder could not hear him. His dick didn’t go down again until he had masturbated another four times. The sun was setting when he finally started his slow descent, bathed in an afterglow. He couldn’t keep a smile from his face. He felt…human again. Still insanely in lust with the bodybuilder, still – his grin widened as he reached for the next handhold down in the warm rock face and felt his cock stirring once more – wanted more than anything for Sam to crush his small form against his much larger muscles, and slam him down on his godcock. So long as he could relieve himself like this a few times a day, however, he might be able to stave off the muscle madness that had started to infect him. When he reached the bottom, the bodybuilder was waiting for him. “Well?” Sam had been worried about his little friend. Martin had grown so despondent since that first night, Sam feared he was slipping into some kind of depression. A positive attitude was key to survival. Yet the man before him now seemed different…more confident…he might survive yet… Martin had an answer ready. “There’s a pool up there. Where there’s water, there’s life…it’s swarming with insects…I reckon the birds might use it as a resting place. I just need to keep going up there to check – I’m sure I could catch one.” The big guy grinned back. This was the most the little man had spoken in the last two days. “How often do you reckon you’ll need to check the pool?” Martin thought about it. “Hmmm.” His eyes passed over his hunky friend’s massive form. The broad shoulders. The bunched valleys of his pecs. Those huge, solid-looking abs popping straining at the flesh of his stomach. The teardrops of his thighs. Those swollen, split peaks of his calves. Those arms, always tensing and untensing, swelling hugely and receding again like bronzed waves on a shore. And that perfect, huge piece of meat, hidden behind the flimsy material of his shorts. “Oh, I’d say…three or four times a day.”

Damn Dionysus! Part 1: Masturbation Ancient Greek psychologists had a pretty simple theory when it came to human behaviour. There were, they claimed, two distinct personalities in everyone’s nature. There was the Apollonian personality, named after Apollo, god of the sun, of medicine: a personality ruled by clear, logical, rational thought. Then there was the Dionysian personality, named after the god Dionysus. Self-indulgence was this particular deity’s province; wine, lust, laughter, entertainment, gluttony and merriment were just some of the spheres of influence over which he ruled. Those with Dionysian personalities were said to be governed by their emotions, their whims; they flitted from one sublime joy to the next, rarely giving much thought to their actions. The trick, according to those savvy Ancient Greek psychologists, was to have a balance of the two. Give in too much to your Apollonian personality and you became cold and emotionally distant. Letting yourself be ruled by Dionysus, allowing your base emotions to dictate your actions, on the other hand, was to invite nothing but trouble as you span wildly out of control. A careful balance of the two, strong emotions held conscientiously in check with rational thought, would, so the theory went, lead to a stable personality type – and, theoretically, a happy and fulfilled life. * Martin was focusing on a very different kind of balance as he groped his way over the slippery rocks leading up to the small pool. He had already lost his footing once and, had it not been for some desperate flailing and a lucky last-minute grab of a protruding root, he would currently be smashed like a sack of broken glass on the black, volcanic boulders below. He shoved the thought aside, huffed again at the ever-present cloud of mosquitos humming about his face, and pulled himself up the last few handholds to the pool. The journey up here never seemed to get any easier. If anything, Martin mused, as he rubbed some life back into his sore limbs, it was getting increasingly difficult each time. He gazed down at the flecks of light playing across the water, pursing his lips. No doubt it had something to do with the fact that his body was running dangerously low on protein. They still hadn’t been able to catch any fish, and aside from the orange berries that grew in abundance over the small island, his stomach hadn’t enjoyed any real food in nearly a fortnight. “We can’t just live on those damn berries – we’ll starve! We need protein,” was his constant refrain. And the reason – ostensibly – that he was risking his neck climbing up to the pool again. He had convinced Sam that where there was water, there was life. That the birds they saw wheeling high above in the endless blue bowl of the sky must surely have to land for a drink and a rest somewhere on the island, sometime – there was no other land in sight – and what better place than a calm, quiet, cool pool humming with buzzing insects? Of course, the real reason was so that he could beat off and cry out Sam’s name in orgasmic bliss without being heard or disturbed. The dangerous climb was worth it for his thrice – and sometimes four times – daily masturbation session. It was a tiny island, barely a twenty minute walk around the circumference. This was the only place he could indulge his fantasies without the fear of the massive bodybuilder discovering him. Today, the pool seemed unusually quiet. The usual fog of insects – mosquitos, flies, and other itsy, luridly-coloured stinging arthropods – that hung over the glistening surface had thinned out, and for the first time Martin could hear the gentle slapping of the tiny stream that fed the waters. Even his halo of mosquitos had dispersed. Perhaps his continued presence here had disturbed the swarms, though Martin doubted it, judging from the fact that the insects seemed to thrive on human blood. Maybe they were sensitive to the smell of his dried ejaculate. He had spilled enough man-juice here over the last fortnight to drown a small animal. He usually aimed his dick-snot at the pool, where after breaking the surface it would curdle into ribbons of twisting cream nebulae that drifted down into the depths. Here and there he could still make out snailtrails of sperm on the pondweeds or the luminous green leaves of the whispering plants at the pond’s edge where his orgasm had fallen short. There was definitely a hot, humid, sun-baked odour of man in the air – not as pungent as when he was in Sam’s presence, but rich nonetheless. Martin found the lack of insects refreshing. He liked the stillness, whatever the reason for it. In fact, a small part of him felt guilty that he was about to shatter it completely with a few sounds of his own. Only a very small part. He slid his thumbs into the waistband of his pyjama bottoms and yanked them down, his throbbing penis already at half-mast, his sweaty balls and straining member adding their own meaty, delicious odours to the masculine flavours tickling his nostrils. I’m 35, he thought giddily, as he gripped his cock in one hand and began working the thick tube of flesh carefully, but I’m so horny all of the time these days it’s like I’m a teenager again. I can’t help myself! All because of Sam. * Martin had always been into impossibly huge muscles. It was a well-known fact among his clique of friends, who teased him for it relentlessly. “Check out that guy!” They would draw Martin’s attention to some hulk at the local club – only to add, “Oh, sorry, he’s under 5000lbs, he’s clearly not big enough for you. S’ppose one of us’ll have to take him home instead, ha ha!” Martin would laugh along with their gentle joshing, but inside he was upset. Not at them, but at himself. Because he knew that no man would ever be big enough to make him happy. He didn’t know what was wrong with him. Since coming out in his late 20s, he had met – and been pursued by – a number of bodybuilders who by any rational standards would be considered huge. But none of them would do. His weekend ritual became a tedious sort of joke in itself, in the end: he would return home from a night of being chatted up by a string of hunks who had all but stripped naked and offered to take him right there, then turn to the internet, perusing websites like The Evolution Forum for hours on end, gazing at grotesquely morphed pictures of the world’s biggest muscle men. At some point – usually around 4 or 5 in the morning – he would reach a point where his desires, his imagination and his disappointing reality blurred together enough that he would imagine some of the men on the screen taking the roles of the bodybuilders he had encountered earlier that evening, only they were much, much bigger than even the morphs, and growing bigger every second. He would furiously stroke his cock as he imagined worshipping their swelling muscles as they bloomed with infinite mass and strength, getting endlessly more vast. These imaginary men managed – with some serious creativity on his part – to bring Martin to a violent, explosive climax every time. He would collapse into bed and sleep until well past midday, until woken (usually) by one of his friends, asking sarcastically if he had actually gone home this time with any of the studs that had been hitting on him the night before. “We’re beginning to think you’re not even gay, Martin!” His friends would laugh down the phone at him as he struggled out of his hungover haze. “You’re having less sex than a nun!” “There’s got to be someone out there,” he would murmur into the mouthpiece, trying to conjure forth the same tone of jollity so he didn’t sound as desperate as he really was. “Someone so insanely huge, who just keeps getting bigger and bigger with no end in sight, who craves muscle nearly as much as life itself…and I’ll find him some day.” “You’re a dreamer, Martin! People like that don’t exist outside of your imagination!” The cold, sad reality would sober Martin up more quickly than any coffee could. * Martin’s hand was a blur now as he pumped his turgid meat over the still waters of the pool. He was close to the edge and if he had wanted to he could have glanced down at his own reflection – a handsome, slim guy who looked at least 8 years younger than he was, stroking his 7-incher with a fury, large balls swinging maniacally as they churned with his hot seed. But it was Martin’s habit to close his eyes when he masturbated, so as not to let reality invade his fevered imaginings. “Sam!” He gasped, drooling spittle down his chin. “Fucking muscle, but not big enough. You’ve got to get bigger, so much BIGGER…so swollen with muscle, ugh, ugh.” The pace of his fapping was maddening. The climate of the island was swelteringly hot already, like a warm, moist electric blanket had been thrown over everything, and yet he could feel an even greater heat spreading from his groin. Like he was catching fire. “Get bigger…swollen, massive – ugh – muscles…never stop, please, keep going!” His eyes rolled back in his head. It was amazing that he could find the words through the steaming miasma of muscle-lust. “Grow infinitely bigger! Fucking huge!” Martin felt his balls clench and his dick swell suddenly in his pistoning palm, causing him to shout out the last three words: “NEVER BIG ENOUGH!!!” He exploded searing hot man-cream all over the pool. It splattered down like hailstones, splitting his reflection up into a million million ripples and circles and waves and fractures, each new globule of cum stealing further pieces of his reflected image and siphoning them off into spiralling kaleidoscopes of cock, fingers, balls, and sperm. For a few moments the entire surface of the water became a living mosaic in homage to Martin’s masturbatory exertions, infinite tiny pictures of light dividing and reforming in some frenetic lucent dance. Martin collapsed to the ground near the pool, spent, still muttering under his ragged breath, as the waters, and his heart, slowly calmed. * In contrast to the way he had come to feel about the bodybuilder, Martin hadn’t thought much of Sam at first. Sure, he’d noticed him – everyone on the cruise ship had. At 6 foot 4 and around 280lbs of steel-hard, defined beef, Sam was difficult to miss. Not to mention he was all anybody talked about for the first day of the cruise. “Have you seen that bodybuilder?” “My God – look at his arms!” “His arms? What about his cock – which his shorts aren’t doing a good job of hiding by the way!” “Fuck! I get hard just looking at him! Do you think he’ll be at the welcoming party tonight?” “God I hope so. I hear there’s a foam machine on the dance floor. That means he’ll definitely have to take his top off, right?” “Not like you can’t tell what’s under that t-shirt from across the deck, ha ha! I can make out his six pack from here!” “Six? That’s an eight pack if ever I saw one! Maybe even a ten!” “Well, we’ll find out tonight!” Martin had quickly grown bored of all the lusty gay chatter drifting about the open deck and, after swigging the last drops of his complementary cocktail, had retired to his cabin. His friends, bless them, had sent him on this cruise as a “last ditch effort” to get him laid. It was a nice birthday present. His best mate Paul had assured him “it’s just sex, sex, sex all the time on gay cruises – that should help work this weird fetish of yours out of your system!” Martin knew they meant well but even “Mr Stud”, as he had nicknamed Sam, who was clearly the biggest guy on the ship, was far, far too tiny to get him excited. He went through the motions for the first few days for his absent, well-wishing friends’ sake, got chatted up and pretended to like it, even gave a ripped 20 year-old personal trainer a blowjob on the second night (whilst imagining, of course, that with every suck of his cock the young god would gain 1,000lbs of muscle – which was enough to keep him focused, if not particularly aroused) but soon maintaining the façade of enjoying himself grew tiring. He was just getting back into his old routine, downloading some pictures of monstrously morphed bodybuilders to his phone from The Evolution Forum one evening in his cabin after a Hawaiian themed party on deck three where some muscly bear had spent the past four hours whispering in his ear at the side of the dance floor, trying to persuade Martin that he had “the biggest cock on the cruise, just ask anyone” and that Martin should experience it for himself…when the ship exploded. At least, that’s what it seemed like. One minute, Martin was staring avidly at the screen of his iPhone as the head and swollen delts of some inhumanly morphed bodybuilder scrolled into view, then… BOOM! The craft lurched maddeningly to one side, the lights went out, and… The next thing he knew, Martin was here. On the island. With Mr Stud leaning over him, giving him the kiss of life. * When the two men had discovered that they were alone on the island, the only survivors of the storm that had pulled their cruise ship down into the belly of the ocean, Martin was convinced he was one of the luckiest people on Earth. How had he and Sam alone been spared? It made no sense. Martin couldn’t even remember leaving his cabin. How he managed to swim to the island after a dozen mojitos, in a storm of nearly biblical proportions, was beyond him. He was convinced he had banged his head at some point too. He had a nasty bruise on his temple and his logical thoughts just didn’t seem to be able to coalesce. They jangled independently of one another like a set of keys on a fob. The first day had been a strange waking dreamscape of hot sun, baking sand crunching beneath their feet, pounding hearts, worry, tears, the occasional mad bout of incredulous laughter at their strange stew of fortune and misfortune, mutual comfort, shared life-stories, joy at finding fresh water, and muscles, always Sam’s muscles, flexing in his broad back and tight glutes as they explored the beach, or swelling in his arms as he tore down tree branches for a fire, or tensing into striated perfection in his chest as he hunched over Martin to assure him for the dozenth time that everything was going to be all right, their survival was his No. 1 priority. The glare, the heat, the exhaustion and the head injury had woven a spell over Martin. He wasn’t usually so horny but he realised that in the space of a few hours he had begun to get a strange sort of crush on the muscle man. Perhaps it had something to do with the fact that they were both survivors. They had bonded in a deep way that went beyond anything that Martin had ever experienced before. A shared sense of life, of vitality, tied them together. As the sun dipped down on their first day on the island, and Sam relaxed back onto the sand, his brick-like eight-pack flexing magnificently in the semi-darkness, Martin realised that was just a load of crap. The reason he was beginning to have a crush on the bodybuilder was simple. Sam was growing.

Liam has always had a desire deep down to be big and strong, but didn't want to work out to get there. He has received advice from his friends that hypnosis might be a way for him to fulfill his lifetime dream. He heard from a guy at the gym that there is a specialized therapist that can help men with their mental blocks. When he goes into the office, he is greeted by the man who tells him to just call him Oliver. He points to his leather couch and wants Liam to lie down and just relax as he eases his way into his mind. He starts to listen to Oliver’s words as the therapist has him close his eyes. Liam begins to drift off as he speaks to him in a very calm manner. He tells him to visualize what his body looks like at the present time. As he lies there, he wants him to try and flex his arms and pump his chest. He is unaware of his state of mind as he continues to drift deeper into this new consciousness. Oliver lifts his arms up to make him flex as he positions them for him. His muscles are not toned since he never worked out before. He then lifts his shirt up to expose his skinny chest and tells him to contract his chest muscles. Liam visualizes this unconsciously and begins to smile as he feels something building up inside him. His chest muscles are reacting as the therapist sees his abs thicken up and stretch out. The growth is moving up to his pecs as they blow up to look like small pillows. His arms are swelling too as the therapist hears what sounds like helium pushing blood through his veins. Oliver tells him that he is doing great and to try and lift the weight sitting in front of him. Liam sees a barbell sitting in from of him in his mind loaded up with 400 pounds of plates. He goes to try and lift it. When he does, the therapist sees him stand up from the couch and lean down to lift the invisible weight. As he does so, his legs expand and shred his pants exposing his underwear which does little to hold his expanding butt and growing cock. The therapist moves over to a chair to watch him continue his transformation. His chest, arms, and shoulders are ripping his shirt to the point that they leave nothing concealed. He lifts the invisible barbell above his head before throwing it back down to the ground. He roars as he drops it showing the huge change in his voice too as it goes an octave lower. Oliver takes a moment before telling him to lie back down on the couch so he can rest. Liam appears spent and is soaked in sweat due to his massive growth. He doesn't want to wake him yet because he needs him to sleep for a bit. As he lies there in nothing but his underwear, Oliver starts to make him visualize what his cock looked like before. In his mind, he is naked with his new muscular body, but his cock is the same as it was before. He makes him focus his energy on his cock. He wants Liam to try and flex it so it will pump more blood. He begins to notice changes occurring down there. He sees his balls expanding in his undies as he smells the aroma of cum filling the air. His cock is slithering its way out of the top of his underwear now and sits on his thick abs. He moans as the feeling is unbelievable as it bounces with each beat. The therapist can’t help but to lick his lips as he talks to you staring at the beautiful piece newly formed. Oliver continues to talk as he slowly walks over to him to leans down to service it. Liam continues to moan in his gravelly voice as he is caressed by the therapist. He wants him to keep focusing on his cock. His balls are growing again as they tear his underwear. His cock moves further up your chest now. His crotch breaks free and his underwear rips off. Oliver pulls the remnants off of him and starts petting his cock. Liam goes to touch it, but he tells him not to move a muscle. As he keeps him calm, the therapist starts to lightly lick the cock head making him squirm. He tells him to just relax and go back to where he was at with the barbell in front of him. He wants him to load it up with more plates now. Liam walks over to where he thinks it is in his mind and grabs the invisible plates to put on the barbell. As he attempts this, the therapist stands back so the newly muscled Liam can stand like he did before. He sticks his thick arms out and makes motions similar to what bodybuilders do when they load up the bars. He thinks the barbell is at 500 pounds now and goes to lift it up. As he raises his arms above his head again, his muscles start growing again as the skin stretches, revealing more muscles on top of the ones he already has. Oliver tells him he is succeeding at his goal and he now needs to put the weight down so he can go sit and rest again. He growls as he makes a slamming motion and goes to sit on the couch again. As he sits down, the therapist takes his glasses off and walks over to sit beside him. He tells Liam to imagine his lover being there with him in the gym. He smiles and says his name Vince. Oliver says that Vince is on his knees and he is going to suck his cock after that hard workout. He moans a few times before the therapist moves down on his cock and starts sucking. He honestly thinks that it is his lover doing it so he pushes down on Oliver’s head to go deeper. The therapist moans as he tastes the precum going down his throat. He starts talking dirty to Oliver repeatedly using Vince as his name. He gets so turned on that he makes Liam stop for a moment so he can get on top of him and tell him to flex his arms for him. He growls as he flexes his huge 24" bis so Oliver can feel their power in his hands. He follows this up with a command to bounce his pecs so he does. He can feel the power raging through Liam’s entire body now. It gets him so excited that he unzips his trousers and pulls his throbbing cock out while sitting on the big man’s lap. All this is going on while Liam still thinks it is his lover Vince. He is imagining his beautifully hairy body sitting on his lap while his cock is out touching his leg. Oliver is stroking both of them at the same time as he leans up to kiss him. He manages to get a kiss in before the big stud pulls him in to him. He literally can't tell the difference between the therapist and Vince because they are about the same size. He reaches down and tears a seam open in the rear of his trousers and reaches in to rip his briefs open in the butt. He moans as Liam sticks his huge rod inside his hole and starts fucking him. Oliver is drenched in sweat now and his clothes are stuck to his body. His loud moans make him fuck harder because Vince always loved to be pounded. The power in his thrusts makes the therapist cum all over his chest. As he tries to pull out of Oliver, the therapist tells him to stay inside. It is at that moment that Liam questions Vince since that doesn’t sound like something he would say. He pushes Oliver off of him and appears to be waking up. He attempts to keep him under, but it doesn’t work. When he comes to, he notices that the therapist is completely soaked in sweat and his cock is out of his pants. He yells a few times and goes to confront him, but before he does, he realizes that he isn’t the same size he was. He looks down and notices how immense he is now and goes over to look in a mirror close to the office door. He can't believe such a thing could cause major changes like this. Oliver tries to make him understand that he needs his influence and control to maintain this kind of growth. Liam turns to laugh at him and proceeds to go out the office door, but he remembers that he is wearing no clothes. The therapist tells him he can get him some new clothes that will fit, but he needs to do something for him. He stops walking and turns to go sit down and listen to what he has to say. He tells him that he needs to put him back under so he can finish the process, but for that to happen he must be fucked before it can be finished. Liam laughs again and gets up to leave again. He tells Oliver that he will just walk out of the office naked since it doesn’t really bother him anyway. He pushes the therapist out of his way and leaves.

Wet Dreams May Come - Part 12 by F_R_Eaky Part 1: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/2388-wet-dreams-may-come-part-1/ Part 2: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/2402-wet-dreams-may-come-part-2/ Part 3: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/2407-wet-dreams-may-come-part-3/ Part 4: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/2419-wet-dreams-may-come-part-4/ Part 5: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/2420-wet-dreams-may-come-part-5/ Part 6: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/2426-wet-dreams-may-come-part-6/ Part 7: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/2437-wet-dreams-may-come-part-7/ Part 8: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/2451-wet-dreams-may-come-part-8/ Part 9: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/2487-wet-dreams-may-come-part-9/ Part 10: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/2533-wet-dreams-may-come-part-10/ Part 11: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/2548-wet-dreams-may-come-part-11/ Devon lay on the bed moaning like mad with a sound that was a mix of pleasure and pain. His testicles were swelling and growing, becoming larger and firmer by the second. But before Drake could do anything there was a sound at the front door, and it flew open to reveal Anton, Harry & Deanna, as well as Charles, all being flung to the floor by the earth itself outside. A mound of earth with various objects such as mushrooms, branches, and moss, created the figure of a man that rolled up to and through the door, but as it rolled ever closer to that destination the man's limbs and features became clearer and clearer until there in the living room stood a marvel of a man: 6' 8" tall, rugby player's build, but with much definition, a deep olive color, much like clay, with mossy hair that spread across his chest and cascaded down his head. The hair clung around his jaw line like two days worth of stubble and framed the top of his head which held two eyes that looked like emeralds. On the very top of him was an exceptionally rudimentary crown made out of what looked like chunks of gold and silver all mish-mashed together and having randomly picked up and encased precious to semi-precious to precious stones. Anton, Harry, Deanna, and Charles barely had time to pick themselves up off the floor, when they were whisked away and up into the air to be deposited on the second story loft. Chairs from the dining room made it with them which, by unseen hands, they were then forced to sit in, along with James. Drake made to move and was suddenly hit with some kind of blast that although making him take a step back, shattered into a million sparkling pieces upon impact with his chest. The stagger was just enough so that vines creeping like tendrils came in from the outside and bound him tightly so that he could not move. Then the man walked up the stairs. "Behold, Lord Oberon approaches." called out Puck. Reaching the top of the stairs the man turned towards the vine covered giant. "You have been far to wayward, Draig Coedwig, and no one disobeys Lord Oberon, especially not one of his own sons! But I do believe you have had a great amount of assistance in this, and we shall take care of the usurper to my authority... now!" Turning his head and body towards the bed, he stared down upon Devon and his oddly growing form. He waved his hand and suddenly there was a shower of sparks and sparkles that flew everywhere but onto its intended target. Oberon looked aghast and stood staunchly to attempt again, with the same results as last time. "Who dares interfere with Lord Oberon's punishment. This man shall be dealt with for obstructing nature and the will of Lord Oberon!" The fairy king fired spells again at Devon, with the same brilliant but non-affective result as a woman's voice was heard echoing on the wind. "I think not!" Suddenly there were quite a few flittering miniscule globes of light, flickering and fly hither and yon in the house, and one that shimmered brightly growing in form until there at the foot of the bed stood a tall, beautiful, athletic woman, with pointed ears, and sapphires for eyes, alabaster like skin, and fine spun gold for hair. She too wore a crown of gathered pearls and dew drops that caught and refracted the light from and to every direction. Oberon stepped back astonished then stepped forward one step and roared, "Know your place, woman!" There was a flash of light in the woman's eyes which extended throughout and past her body suddenly flooding the house with a great brilliance and her voice echoed on the air like a god's. "EVEN TO YOU, OH, OBERON, I AM NO MERE WOMAN AND SHALL NOT BE ADDRESSED AS SUCH!" The ground, the house, and many loose articles shook at the resonance of the woman's voice, but it and the light lessened to a degree and she approached Oberon, calmly but extremely stoically. "You have been drunk reading the work of Shakespeare again, I take it. I know my place, and charge thee to remember yours! I am not like the woman describe in Shakespeare, some sophomoric, dewy-eye school girl that is utterly naive. When the Earth-mother made us to rule the realm of the fey, she made us equal to one another so that there would be balance in the magic we wrought. You have no ability to outdo or overcast me any more than I do you, and you will not talk down to me like I am your lesser or I will call mother to have her way with you!" Suddenly there were several bright flashes of light. The bed, Devon, Drake, Oberon, and the woman, we down on the first floor, while Anton, Charles, Deanna, Harry, James, and Puck were on the upstairs loft, sitting in chairs overlooking the living room, all were free save Puck who was now bound by the vines. The rest of the living room furniture was neatly stacked and arranged where the bed had been. "What is this Titania? Why doest thou defy me! Can you not see that justice needs be done here?" "Perhaps and perhaps not, but are you truly seeking justice or vengeance against an adult son who desired to do something else with his life that what you wanted?" "He is the heir to our kingdom!" "Only made so recently because you in a drunken rage decided to banish the other hundred or more some odd siblings of Draig! And why worry so much about the establishment of an heir? We are immortal. Able to be killed, yes, but who would do it? The age of war amongst the fey is long past. We all work together to preserve ourselves against mankind and modernization. And if you would be calm yourself, you'd see that is the reason I am able to override your magic right now." Pointing to the bed, Oberon and everyone else began to watch as Devon's moans became louder, more frequent and breathless as he writhed on the bed. His two balls were simply gigantic now, even for a giant man of nine and a half feet tall. They had grown to the size of two small bundles, packages....and there was movement from within! Two small hands, on set in one ball and another pair inside the other ball, began pushing outward a little and then stroking down. "OOoooooooooo, fuck!" Devon began to twist and write, his hands aimlessly reaching for his balls, hefting them, rubbing them trying to reach for his cock head to rub it hard, fast, and furious. Yet he could not do so for his cock had begun to grow becoming a bit longer and much thicker. The girth kept pilling on until cock actually was as thick as one of his thighs and rested heavy upon both of them, nearly making it impossible for the man to reach his testicles and give them a vigorous rub. "AAauuuuugh! OOOOOoooooh! ....huh.... Must....CummmmmmmmMMMMMMOH!" Devon began to buck his hips and attempt to roll his massive thighs inward so that they might caress and stroke his massive balls, while his hand stretch, reached, and contorted into various twisted angles, eventually grabbing a hold of the sides of the bed and nearly crushing them to splinters. The two hands in each set of balls began to rub harder and faster eventually alternating stroke and pressure types: one moving fast and quickly in shorter and shorter strokes, while the other pushed out harder and farther moving in very long and slow but firm, powerful strokes. Finally that was enough. Arching his back and letting out a low, drawn, deep resonant moan, Devon cried out and finally reached orgasm. Suddenly one set of hands withdrew, and was seen travelling down the gigantic rod that now was Devon's cock. A second set of moans and the second set of hands withdrew inside and a secondary form was seen travelling down the great penis. A third and fourth set of moans and Devon actually blew his load this time beginning with two volleys that set out two babies with the fluid. As Devon's cock began to recede and shrink back to its normal erect length of three feet and resting flaccid length of twenty-four and three-quarters inches, the two babies that were expelled began to rise in the air and in a matter of seconds went from wee new-borns to toddlers, their cries getting louder and lower as they grew. But these were no ordinary human new-borns, or toddlers for that matter they were both extremely tall and very muscular for their age compared to human children, and they were extremely blessed in another way as well. From across the room, or even one floor up and away, one could tell these were two boys - twin boys. Another few minutes passed and the boys grew from toddlers to primary school boys, another growth school boys to pre-teens, and once more and the young boys stood as young men, just turned teenager about three fourths of the way to adulthood. And there they stood still screaming, but their eyes beginning to open, their breathing becoming normal, standing an incredible seven feet ten inches tall, near one of the only regular sized doorways in the house where they rose head and shoulders above the frame. Originally they had extremely golden blond hair that hung in small ringlets, but as they grew and aged it got longer, straighter, and fuller, retaining some but not all of the curl and taking on a darker brown with honey golden highlights. They were a perfect combination of their two parents physically. Their cries grew silent and they stood there stretching out their arms and legs, staring at their hands and feet, until they suddenly looked up with a sense of knowing and looking at Devon and Drake spoke out, "Dad?....Dad?..." "What on earth?" bellowed out Oberon. "Yes, dear, what on Earth, indeed. I was allowed a bit of extra strength to countermand your actions because Devon was pregnant with child, two children it seems, twin-boys. Mother would never allow you to kill new life simply because a son of yours strayed from your plans for him. You must swallow your arrogance and pride this time. Your battle is lost. Draig now has sixteen trappings of human life, along with pictures and documentation to prove he is human - eighteen now that he has two sons with this man. His fey magic is spent, and he is nearly large enough that nothing magical you can do would affect him. You would have to resort to hurting him. Would you do that? Have you grown so cold and hard, so like the way of men?" Suddenly there was a great blast of wind which sent Titania off her feet and skidding out the door. The bed Devon was on disappeared from underneath him, and four male fey appeared behind the twin boys binding them so they could not break free. "Most definitely, and now that the sons are born, I shall my say and my vengeance upon my son, by taking out this....this man, he claims to love and for whom he has forsaken everything!" Casting a very large spell in the form of a huge ball of crackling energy and fire, Oberon pushed his hands and arms from his torso and sent it towards the staggering Devon, who was still very bewildered and weak from giving birth. But Drake had been working on the vines and managed to snap free, screaming out Devon's name, he rushed to Devon's side and embraced him, attempting to pull him down into a crouching position in the hopes that the great ball of magic would fly over them both. Despite being held the two-twin boys managed to take single steps forward, calling out the word "Dad" in unison and with terror in voices. Their captors held them firmly and would not release them, but then something strange and wondrous occurred. Their cocks suddenly grew and inflated into a massive erection that glowed and sparkled vividly. Suddenly the two youths, clinched their buttocks, arched their backs, tilted their head backwards, rolled their eyes upwards, twisted their legs and arms, curled their fingers and toes, and.... "UAWAAAAAGH!" "UAWAAAAAGH!" Like their father Drake had done so few nights ago, it seems they somehow managed to have a magical orgasm, the power of their magic emanating from their prongs. Two balls of magic sped towards Devon and Drake with blinding speed, even far faster than Oberon's most powerful and perhaps deadly spell. The boys magic struck true to the very center and core of Devon and Drake and in seconds they went from trying to crouch down to doubling over. Low growls began to emanate from their mouths, their bodies began to contort and rise to change and yet once again...GROW! With each pound of their heart and breath of their lungs their hands and feet swelled and grew longer, pulsed and grew wider, stretched and grew thicker...bigger and bigger and bigger until they looked so odd with ridiculously large clown feet and hands to match. But then they began to moan and cry out and again in pulsed timing with their breath and heart beats their legs began to grow longer, their arms reached out further, their limbs grew out farther and farther from their torso. As they stood up, stretching and twisting to accommodate the finishing growth of their arms and legs their torso and neck began to stretch, to elongate, to rise higher and higher while their shoulders got even more impossibly wider and wider. But more than their bodies grew.... their muscles kept up with the growth, keeping the same size and proportion they had been, but now that the increase in height was done, they too partook of the energy to grow. Every muscle fiber of their body twitched and bounced. The two men bent and spasmed into various poses, like some bodybuilder who knew all compulsory moves and positions but lacked fluidic and graceful movements to change from one to the other. A dance looking as though performed by marionettes made of the Tin Man in his most rusted condition ever, the two flexed and popped and bounced their muscles as they grew deeply denser, thunderously thicker, and horrendously harder. More full and swoll they became. The mountain mass of muscles on their bodies rolled and grew fighting for every last millimeter of space on the now gigantic frames of their bodies. Their upper arms now looked to be nearly as thick as their thighs once were, their thighs each as thick as their torso. Calves we so dense and full one would swear they were the thighs if not for the shape of them. The traps rising high pushing on their ears, save for the fact their necks grew into mighty plinths that pushed them back down, somewhat. The back and chest the pushed out and so wide, there was no way to describe them but as a breathing wall. One step for either of the two giants and the earth shook for miles around them, and that was if they stepped tip-toed. Stumbling around like toddlers once more, for their legs were simply to ginormous to walk regularly, the two men suddenly snapped frozen stiff, moaning in sheer pleasure as their cock and balls now partook of the growth and simply, effortlessly, and yet oh so greatly inflated, oozed, poured out ever longer, thicker, rounder, fuller, harder that previously. They just kept growing and growing gaining in size and weight hanging fuller, longer, and lower. The balls of course finally reached their size hanging like melons compared to other men, but their pricks kept going and growing now going from flaccid to erect state. But so long and thick they were they simply grew out and down and occasionally bounced up, but slammed back to pointing downward. They were so thick and long and heavy there was no way any longer they could support themselves in an upward, standing erection. And with that the two men spewed copious amounts of spoo onto the floor as the great magical ball of lethal energy from Oberon hit them both. It hit them both and shattered into hundreds of thousands of little flicker flames off in every direction setting the whole place on fire. All of Devon's friends weren't sure what to do as they tried to figure out how to get down from the loft, past Puck, past Oberon, and out the now burning barn. Suddenly there was a great wind that arose and on it, it carried the heavy dewed form of a fog. Within an instant every single flame that was ablaze was snuffed out, causing minimal damage to the objects they were on and to the barn itself. Now a bright sparkle returned, it was Titania back from being swept out, and this time there was a slightly invisible figure of a woman behind her wearing a crown and dress of wheat, barley, and oat sheaves and a top and over gown of green leaves and moss. But whatever those two ladies had in mind to do or say, they had to wait, for the two boys suddenly clutched their sides, and then each other. The fey guard commanded by Oberon tried their best to keep hold of them but they were growing again... and growing and growing and growing and growing, yet it didn't appear that they were aging or their form maturing from the new teenage stage. They only thing that actually changed about their appearance was that their ear tops grew lower and rounder as they got taller and taller, until the twin boys finally stopped at a towering height, later discovered to be thirteen feet four inches tall, and a bit more length to their...now regular, 'wands.' Oberon was suddenly hoisted up into the air, while floorboards in the living rose up and off the planks that were coming up as well. From this newly, although properly and politely made hole, a mound of earth rose up and encompassed Oberon from his feet all the way up to his shoulders. "What is this!" "It is the work and will of Mother!" Called out Titania. "You have lost your mind and your way, Oberon. So she has given me the power to counteract and keep you at bay until such time as she deems your head is clear thinking again. However, do not think you will call upon your equal powers to get away. That is not me that has incased you, it is mother herself! And she will drag you into her and begin to re-teach you and educate you in the error of your ways. "It begins with this. If you wondered what has happened here tonight. You not only lost a son due to your temper and malcontent, you lost an entire family! You sought to destroy the human, who really had no blame nor fault to play in this. It was our son, Draig's wish to leave, to become human, and he managed to find a human with good enough heart to not only help him, but love him. A love that was so strong that upon their first night together, magic deemed it necessary to make it possible for them to have children. "Now the children were a breed between fey and human, and we could have talked with Draig and Devon about raising them and allowing the two to visit them, for they carried two traits- one from fairies and one from humans. Fey children are born adults, their knowledge and minds intact and accessible upon awakening. Human children grow from babies and must learn, be educated, learn to operate their bodies and grow into adulthood. The traits combined and had them grow physically to their teenage years, mentally a little in between, full of some knowledge, and recognition, but still much they needed to learn. They would be impossible as they were to raise into the human world. We could have offered to raise and change them in world where they could have lived, with us, but your actions have caused us, yourself, to even lose that. "Their sensing that their fathers were in trouble caused them to shoot out the only vestige of fairy magic inside them to protect their parents, but what could protect them from the hell you unleashed? They had to grow! Already by human standards they were legally declared giants, and now your actions made sure there is no doubt. Look at High Priest James! He is considered fairly tall for a man and yet he doesn't even come up to the middle of Devon and Draig's knees! He just barely reaches the bottom of their knee caps! As such with the father's genes changed, especially by magic what do you think that meant for the boys? Out of a union from their fathers they came, and if their fathers changed, so too would they. They now stand so tall James comes up but barely a quarter of the way up their thighs! When done growing and adults, they will be as tall, if not larger, than Devon and Draig! To help raise them so they could come back and live with their fathers eventually, we cannot even do that now! They are far too big to take inside a fairy hill and magic to shrink them.... And Titania shot of four balls of light striking Devon, Drake, and the twins, which simply struck them, spread it's glow around the bodies and dissipated. "Works absolutely nil!" "I know not what treachery you spew forth but..." Suddenly the earth rose up and enclosed around Oberon's mouth. "Be silent. Your mother is administering admonishment against you and you had better listen." Suddenly the ground that held Oberon began to pull down into the earth. Oberon groan and screamed, struggled, as best he could encased in the earth mound, but down he went. Down...down...down... down... until his head disappeared and one could not even tell the earth had been disturbed there. The planks that had been taken up before were all placed back, in more square and true alignment then they had been before, followed by the floor boards, then the bed disappeared, replaced by the living room furniture. Titania then turned and faced Draig. "Draig, my son. You have a lesson to learn as well, especially now that you shall be raising a family. You kept your heart's desires and wished known from both your parents and the rest of your family. Had you not done so, you might have found an ally, or at the very least, it wouldn't have come as such as shock to us. But...that part is now over. I love you... and as for this young man.... Devon, you risked much attempting to fight the king of the fairies, but if you are driven by such a love for my son as to do that, and even slightly succeed, I might add, then I most assuredly love you, for that great amount of love given towards my son. You two have my blessing on your marriage. "And let that start the bestowing of gifts and punishments, for all the great battle and deeds that have come forth from this, there is much bestowing that needs to be done. First... Devon and Draig, you have a lot of work to do in adjusting this place to your new size, both in body frame, and in family size. So with that...." Titania waved her hand and the furniture and bed all enlarged itself to accommodate Devon and Drake's new size. "There are two more beds of the same size, one for each of the sons for they need a place to sleep too. Also there is some smaller furniture more human sized, so friends, family, and guests may rest comfortably while partaking in your company. "High Priest James. Some of what you did, ran contrary to the vows and oaths you took as a priest, yet you did do your best to help my son and his companion. So you shall be given a push...something neither a punishment nor a reward. My son, and his partner, deserve a proper wedding, and you shall make sure it is provided unto them. Hold it here in the adjacent field next to the property. I shall help arrange for it to be temporarily cleared for the event. Draig's family does like to celebrate. "Harry and Deanna, you gave up part of your property, your building to house my child and his partner. In this we are very pleased. I understand that you are attempting to eat more wholesome food and grow most of them yourself in your garden, as a reward I shall help see to it that you learn from the best and your garden is always overly abundant. You shall never starve as long as either one of you lives. "Anton. You have to prominent a place for me to grant you much in the way of magic, but you also must continue to help, for my two grandsons will need to have certificates made and be introduced to the world which they live in at some point in time. But we fey do have some friends in high places...look for a promotion soon. "PUCK! As usual your forget that as royal fool, jester, entertainer, your place is not just by Oberon's side, but as mine as well. I should have learned of all these transactions by you. As my grandsons cannot learn they way normal human students do it shall be your job to teach them until they come of age, matching their physical bodies, but you shall do this at a cost." Titania waved her hands and Puck suddenly grew and swelled until was in the form of Edwin Clayworth once more. "You shall train them and to help keep up the human appearance, train them in this form and in this form you shall remain until this task is done. And one other punishment as well. Oh, think not I know not of your romp with Cobweb and Peasbottom, two of my ladies with whom you were to have no contact. As such, your punishment shall be a reward. A reward for.... "Charles. I appreciate your assistance in all these matters, Charles. I also see into your mind and know your heart's desire, something that isn't too far off from my son-in-law Devon's." Waving her hands two extremely large sandals came up from nowhere, shrunk just a little bit and deposited themselves into Charles' hands. "You shall soon obtain a world record yourself, the world's most changed or varied human, after Devon and Draig, of course. Put this on when you go to bed every night. Over the course of time you shall become a seven and a half foot tall, largely muscled and endowed man yourself. But along with the reward, I must charge thee with a task. For you see, eventually Oberon will be brought to his senses and will be released, he will then try to claim old friends again. I will not have Puck's punishment lessened by any degree. Therefore he shall be bound to this plane, and bound by you. Discover a lover of your own if you wish, even a partner for life, but let them know, until such time as my grandsons are old enough, it is your task to come here, once grown into the large man you will become, and have your way with Puck.... whether he wants it, or not. "For the now that is all. I will come visit all of thee again soon and talk more on these matters, the dawn is approaching and I must away to Mother before I can even sleep on this matters. Draig, Devon, take care my loves, and be sure to name your children well." There was suddenly many flashing lights as if hundreds of photography flash bulbs and several strobe lights were going off simultaneously and when they stopped, Titania was gone. Devon turned and asked what the weather was going to be like for the next couple of days. He was informed it was to be sunny for both. With that he smiled at Drake, pushed against the wall above the outer doorway and made it cave in, collapsing outside. Walking through the new doorway he called out to Drake and asked him to help move the twin's beds into the living room and shooed everyone away so they could get some sleep. Over the next few weeks everyone pitched in to get the barn upgraded and expanded so the twins could have their own bedrooms. The major addition to the barn, not just fixing the rest of the inside, turned out to be a weight room from Devon and Draig to train, and eventually the twins as well. Well, seeing the giant, colossal, strong men their father's were they couldn't help but desire to be as big and strong as them. Devon and Drake decided to name them exactly as they would be, but choosing regular names that sounded close to what they told them their true names were. One was Carl Dean and the other was Foster Faer which were similar sounding to the Welsh words cawr dyn and the Gaelic words fathach fear both of which meant "giant man." Speaking of giant men, Devon and Drake spent a bit of time away from the lime light, in seclusion. With occasional trips to doctors and specialists who were paid off or rewarded by Titania, to make low key and mysterious updates about the two giant men who so recently burst onto the scene. After a period of about seven years, the doctors said the men's mysterious growth that had continued finally stopped, their bones fused together as they should be and they were now reintroduced to the world even bigger and stronger than before. The Three Bars Pub crowd went stark raving mad over the sight of them, as well as the Guinness World Record people, Playgirl, and the Genitass World Sexxx Record people. For no wonder, when they came out and appeared in public, most men didn't even come up to the top of their calves, and the amount of weight they were able to bench and lift and hoist and press, even calculating things proportionately was utterly staggering. Not to mention the fact that being so tall and so hugely built and defined, it was near to impossible to figure out how to design clothes for them, let out find enough fabric to do it. Add to that fact that for the pants or shorts one had also accommodate their exceptionally long and thick cocks. Despite wearing some specialty made shorts, the Genitass World Sexxx Record judges practically didn't have to ask them to strip in order to measure, except when it came to being erect. Playgirl had to reprint that month's issue a total of five times. Back at home, the two turned on their cameras everywhere, except in rooms where the twins were located, and this time indeed made absolute millions off their pay for view website and continue to make more so today. Well, wouldn't you pay to watch when given the opportunity to see two men with these stats: HEIGHT: 192 inches, 16 feet, or 4.876 meters tall! NECK: 65 inches or 1,651millimeters. SHOULDER: 293 inches or 7,442.2 millimeters. CHEST: 262.25 inches or 6,661.15 millimeters. UPPER ARMS: 90 inches or 2,286 millimeters." FOREARMS: 74.5 inches or 1,892.3 millimeters. ABS: 98 inches or 2,489.2 millimeters. WAIST: 86.75 inches or 2,203.45 millimeters. THIGHS: 106 inches or 2,692.4 millimeters. CALVES: 80.75 inches or 2,051.05 millimeters. FEET & SHOES: 38.33 inches or 973.582 millimeters long by 15.66 inches or 397.764 millimeters wide. A size US Men's 93 5D or a size 492 in the UK. WEIGHT: 8,257 pounds or 3,745.312 kilograms, or 589.78 stone! BENCH PRESS: 17640 pounds or 8.5 tons 640 pounds or 8,001.369 kilograms, or 1260 stones. COCK: 60.75 inches, or 5 feet 3/4 of an inch, or 1543.05 millimeters flaccid and 90 inches, or 7.5 feet, or 1543.05 millimeters erect. And their balls seem like small boulders to most men. Carl and Foster were introduced to the world on their "fourteenth" birthday, looking like very large, hulking teenage boys, not yet gone through puberty which scared everyone. Well, when a fourteen year old young man, let alone two, stand 160 inches, or 13' 4", or 4.064 meters tall, wouldn't you be scared, if not somewhat apprehensive? It was no surprise when they introduced Ed as the man who had acted as nanny and assisted in raising them up to that point, although it still made many marvel for even as tall as Ed was, the twins had outgrown him by the time they were, "five." But that was a number of years ago. The twins are now aged twenty and rumor has it they are just as big, if not a tad bit bigger than their fathers. There is another rumor surrounding them, for, well... young men are young men and they have needs, especially from age eighteen through their twenties. And if they are as tall or taller than their fathers' height of sixteen feet, who will they get to be with them? Rumor has it, they decided to be with each other. But then again, that can all be seen can't it? They've now joined the live web broadcasts. You can look them up easily, or still find appearances down at the Three Bar Pub, or.... if you go through that hedge there and make right...there is an exceptionally large barn you may find interesting. How do I know? Oh, I don't... I just spread gossip around. It gives me something to do during the day... just here to cause mischief and mayhem. (wink)

The Mind is a Terrible Thing to Waste Alfie was born with a gift he inherited from his parents. He never wanted to use it for any particular reason because he knew if he did, he could not fit in with the rest of his classmates. The other kids always talked about him behind his back as if he was some freak of nature. They knew about the story of his family's secret and made it clear to him that he wouldn’t escape its reputation. What they didn’t know though is that he always knew what they were thinking. He can hear their thoughts traveling through their heads. This never became an issue with him until he entered high school. They always pick on him because of the way he looks physically. He is not a fit guy and they know that they can push him around because of it. He has been practicing his mental abilities for several weeks to make his hormones react in a way that they can become a factor in retaliation for his bullying. His father has even told him that if he wants to prevail in a bad situation, he needs to harness his energy and fight back. The baseball team is the worst offender because he tried out for it one day last summer and always wanted to play. He was deemed too heavy and couldn't keep up with the bigger, more muscular boys. Some of the guys had monster arms and huge quads due to their hardcore training routines. Alfie envies their dedication and really wants to have that trait too. One day as he walks to his next class in the hallway, three of those huge guys from the team stop dead in their tracks where he is walking and knock him over. His school books and supplies fly everywhere around him as they start laughing and taunting him. He gets so mad that he decides enough is enough and starts playing with their heads. He makes eye contact with all three of them and starts focusing his energy on their minds. He knows that their only power in this situation is in their muscles, so he starts to make them feel uneasy. He makes them shrink one by one as their hulking arms and legs start to diminish in size. What he wasn't expecting was stealing their muscle power and putting it into his own body. If it was just one of them, he would only experience some growth, but since it is three of them, his growth will be astounding. He can sense the changes coming to his body as they are frozen in their positions. Alfie looks down and sees muscles starting to peek through his fat. He weighs 230 pounds in his current state, but it is obvious that he will grow even bigger. The guys are rail thin now as they watch his body convulse and reshape itself in front of them. His fat arms are thickening into huge cannons as they keep stretching bigger. His once flabby moobs are now forming into gargantuan pillows which explode through his shirt. His clothes shred as he can't stop the growth process. His big legs are becoming massive tree trunks as his back begins to take up the entire walkway. He realizes that this isn’t normal growing but there is little he can do about it at this point. The guys don’t even notice how much they shrunk because they are mesmerized by this behemoth appearing in front of them. His growth gets to the point where the floor below them starts creaking. Alfie raises his arms and puts them out to his sides to push on the lockers and crush them. His old ass is reforming to grow to three times its size as he busts through his underwear. He reveals his thick throbbing cock as it oozes its thick gunk on to the quaking floor. Amazingly, Alfie’s mind remains intact as he lets out a huge roar to scare the baseball players. The guys start running now but he manages to catch one of them in his arms. He thinks about hurting him real good, but instead decides to teach him a lesson and tries to penetrate him. He rips his pants off and gets his cockhead in before the guy squeals in pain. The other two are still running, but they turn around once they get to the stairwell to see where the other guy went. The two guys, Ronnie and Todd, wonder what they should do next. Their teammate, Steven, is being raped badly by Alfie but he must be over 8’ feet tall and 400 pounds easy now. There are screams heard through the building as other kids go barreling out the side doors to avoid the behemoth’s wrath. Steven continues to wail as Alfie spreads his ass wider and wider as his 15” cock moves further inside. Todd tells Ronnie to go call 911 since he doubts the police would be much help. After sending his teammate down the stairwell to call emergency services, Todd finds a fire extinguisher close to where he is standing and grabs it. He runs towards Alfie who is still ravishing Steven. He sprays him with the extinguisher and makes him angrier. The hulking kid starts to use his powers again on Todd, but this time to make him fall over. Todd screams in pain as his head is killing him. He falls to the ground and is knocked unconscious. With Ronnie not there, Steven is powerless against the behemoth. He begins to weaken considerably as Alfie finishes fucking him. The huge kid dumps his load inside him and drops him on the ground. The floor beneath Alfie now is cracking and giving way. He manages to lift himself out of the sinkhole that was the floor and makes a door in a nearby wall to go outside. Flashing lights surround him as various security teams set up their positions when he comes into view. He is told to get down on the ground or they will have to shoot him. Ronnie is seen hiding behind one of the SWAT team members. Alfie spots him and starts to charge towards him. Shots ring out as he is hit several times. He falls over and destroys the concrete beneath him. Everyone is told not to approach him because they are not completely sure if he is awake or not. Ronnie attempts to get past the barricade set up by the security teams to see if Alfie is dead. It seems he has forgotten about the massive monster’s mental powers. The Two Lovers Edwin is a nicely built 27 year old who was previously overweight during his childhood. He decided six years ago to do something about it though. Before he started though, he went to college and earned a great degree from a well-known university. He met all kinds of guys there and learned a lot about himself including the fact that he is really into muscle, a lot of muscle. His first boyfriend is not extremely big and isn't that tall either. He always went to go and watch him practice for his archery tournaments and was amazed at how muscular he had to be to compete. For a guy that wasn't taller than 5'3, he is major ripped and has quite the arms. Edwin loves to rub his arms all the time and enjoys the feeling it gives him inside. They both used to say how they were both outcasts when they were younger and now they have each other. One day, both men were at the local mall and walked by a vendor that was pushing a new product aimed at enhancing your libido along with various other things that they couldn't mention out on the floor. Both guys were suspicious because no one was stopping to even listen to the guy's spiel. His boyfriend, Angelo, heard the word libido and pulled his arm to stop and listen to the vendor. After a little coaxing, Edwin did in fact stop and that was all it took. The vendor gave both men one single pill to take before they both have sex. He mentioned that the results will happen when you need them to. They both looked at the tiny little bottles with the pills in them and were really confused as to why there would be only one pill. The vendor said trust him it will be all they need and then proceeded to walk out of the mall. It is very strange to see the man turn around after giving them the pills. Both men are intrigued that just a single pill could do so much. They don't want to waste too much time so they have sex that night. Edwin tells Angelo to take his pill first because he is the more sexual one. He does so but nothing was happening. He already has abs that peek through the skin, but they don’t completely show.....yet. Edwin decides to wait to see if Angelo’s pill starts working before he takes his. After several minutes, there is still nothing to be seen on him. He begs Edwin to take his since he doesn’t want to be the only guinea pig. After giving in to his playful nudging, he takes his pill. Nothing seems to be happening for him either. The two men both decide to do the nasty anyway since they are already so horned out. During this point of his life, Edwin’s body is fairly average and has no real muscle tone. Angelo however still finds him incredibly attractive even without the muscles. He starts to kiss his adorable Latino lover and rubs his hands all down his chest and back. He hears him start to moan and groan, but the eroticism of his voice keeps his attention on the stud’s body. His hands can now feel a noticeable difference in his back. The muscles appear to be getting wider as he feels his lats spreading and thickening outward. With his body up against Angelo’s, he feels his pecs starting to fill out, getting fuller as his arms get beefier and veiny. He starts licking the growing biceps filling up with more blood and getting more powerful. His abs are popping out into huge blocks and amazingly he height is increasing. He can hear Angelo’s spine and back making loud popping sounds adding inch after inch of additional height to his frame. He had decent legs before, but now they are getting as large as oak trees. He had a small penis because of his height, but Edwin can now feel that it has lengthened because of his height difference. It is at this point that Angelo tells him that it is his turn to change. Now at 5'8, he is just one inch shorter than Edwin is. He places his nicely formed hands onto his lover’s back and starts to massage him. At the same time, he uses his tongue to start licking the creases of his ears. He moves up to Edwin’s neck and feels the muscles tense as the sweat begins to bead up. He moans since the feeling is so amazing. He wraps his arms around him to get to his chest which at the moment has no definition.....yet. He caresses and rubs Edwin’s pecs as he begins to feel the muscle fibers expanding. His skin starts stretching as he hears popping coming from all over his body. The sound instantly gets both men excited as their cocks grow hard. Angelo takes his right hand and moves it down to Edwin’s cock as he feels it lengthening. His skinny arms are swelling and dripping with rivers of sweat. His pecs blow up into boulders as the ends of his nipples drape down towards the floor. Angelo can’t stop licking him now as he moves his body to Edwin’s front to get to his hairy abs and beautifully formed new tree trunk legs. His back continues to make huge popping sounds as it adds muscle after muscle to his changing frame. Edwin appears to be the same height. They both wonder what would happen if they came on each other now. Neither one of them would eat the cum, but would love to see what happens if they rubbed it into each other’s muscles. They get so hot for each other that it doesn't take very long for both studs to climax. They manage to do it at the same time and spray their juices on each other. It is at that point that they both started rubbing it into each other. For one of them, the growth didn't stop, but for the other one, it did. The pills had the same effects on both men, but when they came on each other, the jealousy became too much for one of them. Angelo ended up becoming Edwin’s ex-boyfriend after that crazy night. They don't talk to each other that much anymore since the outcome was not satisfactory for one of them. They moved on to different men with different qualities.

THE OGRE Part 2 Part 1: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/2537-the-ogre-part-1/ I unwrap the plastic wrap on the cake. The cake’s smell is strange, not off-putting by any means, just a smell that I am not familiar with. I rip off a small piece and try it. It has a faint lavender taste – very light which is surprising due to its muddy color. Upon a second bite, the taste grows on me. As I continue to pick at the cake, I feel a warm sensation slowly building like a comforting fire. I feel relaxed and start to feel light-headed - kind of stoned, and question if I should continue eating the cake. There is something about the cake that makes me continue eating. Suddenly, I realize there is no cake left, only a few scant crumbs. I lick my finger and dab it over the crumbs, gathering any remaining bits. “Did I really just eat that entire cake?" I ask myself surprised, "oh my god, what?! Why do I have a boner?” I head to the bathroom to take care of what might be one of the most intense erections I have ever had. Catching my reflection in the mirror, I notice that the new shirt I had gotten for my birthday seemed tight – tighter than it had been earlier that day. “What the hell!?” I pull at the shirt attempting to loosen up some space, pausing as I worry something is wrong. I start to unbutton the shirt, stopping, staring at the subtle definition between my pecs. “Holy shit!” There’s a pec there, subtle, but definitely more defined than it had been before. Unable to process what I am seeing, I instinctively run my hand over my chest. I hurriedly unbutton more buttons and my imagination begins to spiral. “What is…was it the cake? Nawww!” I feel a new hardness in my biceps. I excitedly let the shirt drop to the floor and give a quick flex. “What is going on?” I see a vein I’ve never seen before: surprising me, delighting me, energizing me. I trace the vein down my forearm intoxicated by my new findings. “The cake must have…? There must have been something in it. What could have been in it? Did Mike-” My thoughts shift to Mike and all I can imagine is his body. I reel as my cock explodes. As soon as my orgasm subsides, my panic returns. "Was I hallucinating?" I step on a scale and to my surprise it reads 135 – 5 lbs lighter than the weight I thought I was. I clean myself up and head to confront Mike about the cake. -- “It’s about time you came.” Mike said gesturing for me to come in. His smooth, resonant tone caresses me, inviting me to cross the threshold. “Can I get you a drink?” I survey the house – covering the walls are sheets of paper with notes scrawled across them. “Crap – he’s crazy” I think to myself. “So, did you like the cake?” I pause, unsure of what to say. “It was interesting.” I manage to get out. “How do I ask him?” I ask myself, growing more nervous. “Hmm…what was interesting about it?” Mike inquires, allowing me the opportunity to spill. “It had a flavor - I couldn’t figure out what it was.” “Oh-” Mike quickly adds sounding less enthused. “I don’t know how to put this, but – I had a strange reaction to the cake…” “Yes? - ”
 “…after I ate the cake I felt…warm, like I was on fire without being burnt, and it was like I was stoned and like my clothes shrunk and I guess my scale is wrong and it was just my imagine, but it said I lost about 5 lbs -” “You probably lost 15 and gained 10 pounds of muscle.” Mike cut me off. I am rendered speechless. After an awkward pause, Mike prods, “Did you like it?” “I guess, but how? What was -“ “You can do more.” Mike continues, “- that was just a taste. I saw the way you looked at me – when you brought that envelope over. I saw that you wanted it.” “Wanted what? Wait! You drugged me? Why did – How - Will I - ” I start to panic. “Sit down.” Overcome, I run right out the front door. I keep running until I reach my door and lock it behind me. Out of breath, I gather my thoughts. “So he drugged me. That is insane! I gained muscle and lost weight – how is that possible? This is insane. Of course, I didn’t sit down. What kind of lunatic drugs a stranger and thinks they will not react like I did. Am I over-reacting? Wait - did he say I could do more? What?! Am I crazy!? I can’t – what if – I don’t – but. Aghhhh!” My cock stirs. “Why not do more? No.” Later that evening, Mike rocks my dream. I am standing outside Mike’s house in between his hedges peering through his window. I see him slowly striping his off his wife-beater. He turns. I fear he caught me, but instead of shooing me away, he winks - coaxing me to join him. I stumble through his hedge and push open his door. There he is, standing in full glory. I can’t believe his body. Hesitantly, I reach out to touch the god before me. He grabs my hand presses it to his abs, pulling it slowly up the cobbled ridges to his right nipple. I give his pec a squeeze causing him to inhale sharply surprised. I continue unaided over his delt down his tree-trunk of an arm. I cup his bicep and he flexes sending a jolt through my body. Wrapping up his tricep’s horseshoe, I find myself grasping his mountainous traps. Spontaneously, I run my tongue up the Christmas tree of his back, causing him to turn around bringing me face to face with his substantial member. "What a cock!" His cock throbs beckoning me. I tickle his slit and wrap my lips around his mushroom head. Sliding down his shaft, I wrap my arms around his body and grab his ass. He chuckles causing me to look up. As I continue, I watch as his face begins to morph. I am taken aback and stop which causes the morphing of his face to also subside. Intrigued, I begin again full-throttle, and his face begins its transformation once again. Faster and faster, I suck. He moans. I look back up and in place of his face is a face I naturally recognize: my own. My orgasm jolts me awake. As my heavy breathing quiets, I’ve made my decision: I’ve got to do more. --to be continued.

Raymond’s company is a start-up in the sex toy industry, but he has obtained the rights to an independent developer of a new lube that men can use on their junk. He hasn't tested it yet on any of his clientele, but he may after talking with the inventors. He tries to stay in shape because he knows that he may have to show off his body to test out his new products. His office is located right in the heart of the sex industry and knows that things will most likely pick up once he gets past the preliminary stages of testing the product. The inventors come to visit a few days after being contacted. After saying their hellos, they give Raymond a sample of their lube as soon as they come in the door. He is taken aback by the way they look. They appear to be together, one being a huge hairy bull most likely Greek with a statuesque frame under all of that hair and his partner is notably French with Arabic features. Raymond is amazed at how beautiful they are and are very flattered to hear it from him. They chose to develop the product with his company because they feel like he would be more open to suggestions and wouldn't give them attitude. Raymond tells them that he hopes they can sign a contract as soon as possible, but they caution him to try the lube out first before he considers developing it. He notices in the little packages that they appear to be a red color. He finds this to be rather peculiar, but also quite fascinating. They admit to him that it is their favorite color and wanted to give the lube a different look. He leads them into a room and tells them to sit in the front row so they can get a view of him trying the lube out. They both smile as Raymond takes his shirt off to show his nicely chiseled chest. The Greek man, Constantine, leans over to his French boyfriend, Julian, and jokes that his body resembles one of his exes. They laugh out loud and say at the same time for him to continue. Raymond unzips his pants next and pulls them down showing off his great quads. Both the men lean down in front of him to rub his legs and feel the thick striations. Raymond is nervous but a little turned on too since he has to use the lube. He pulls his underwear off next as his cock bounces in the air. Julian stands to take the lube packet out of his hand and squeezes its contents into his own. He rubs the red liquid into Raymond’s cock and says to relax as it works its way in. He looks puzzled as to what this might mean. Julian goes to sit down in his seat and wants you to go stand against the back wall so him and his partner can see how it will work. After moving back a bit from his podium, Raymond begins stroking his cock and notices the red tint from the lube is disappearing. He can even feel something stirring from within his crotch. He stops stroking and notices his cock now bouncing without any sort of touch. The feeling is unreal because it feels like someone is trying to stretch it out. He can now notice the base of his cock thickening and growing from inside. The inventors have already started to take their clothes off as the metamorphosis begins. They start to beat off feverishly because they know what is coming next. The lube is now traveling throughout Raymond’s body and is starting to take over his muscles. His legs are now frozen as they begin to stretch outward as his quads become more vascular. His abs are growing wildly with thick striations appearing while it moves quickly up to his pecs. The pain is awful but he loves the sensation he is feeling too. He watches eagerly as his pecs fill out. His nipples are rearranging themselves creating unusual feelings from within him. He then watches his biceps blow up into huge mounds as well as his triceps and shoulders. His biggest surprise may be his forearms because he always had trouble growing them before, but now he feels an intensity coming from them. Those weak muscles that were there are getting pumped up and growing rapidly, stretching the skin and making crazy sounds. His butt is much larger now too as well as his back getting insanely wider. Constantine and Julian start staring at each other and winking because they automatically knew this would happen. The Frenchman wants him to come closer so he could feel your new body. Raymond’s huge tool almost hits him in the face which makes him locks his lips on your cockhead. The sensation is so intense he shoots a small load into Julian’s gullet and makes him shutter. Constantine pulls his cock out of the Frenchman's mouth and puts it in his next. He starts slowly sucking and Raymond shoots a load into his mouth. He realizes what effect this lube has on guys now and can't wait to get it prepped for the public. The two inventors don't want this mass-marketed though, and recommend to Raymond to offer it to a select group of men. He agrees that this kind of result can only be sold to hardcore size enthusiasts. He waddles his way back to the podium he was at in front of Constantine and Julian, as he sees both of them start to writhe in their chairs. The thick Frenchman starts to growl in his low voice as his chest starts stretching making room for his growing muscles. Raymond is shocked to see this transpire despite his own major growth spurt. Julian laughs as his legs swell up and break the chair he is sitting in. The same is transpiring with his Greek lover as the hairy stud appears to be hulking out himself. His perfectly laid abs are growing wider and more pronounced. His pecs are swelling up and forming bigger nipples that seem to come out of nowhere. Raymond goes over to start massaging them since he has never seen such a sight before. He can’t help but to start sucking on them hoping that they can give him some kind of reward. Constantine moans and grabs him around the waist to keep him in that spot. The two growing Europeans are now making love to each other worshipping their massive physiques. Constantine’s massive tool eventually finds its way to Raymond’s puckered hole and slowly parts it open to make it stretch. He keeps working the growing Greek’s huge nipples and feels the big man's body continuously expanding making Raymond have to sit on his leg. He pushes further into him, making him feel the power of his tool. Julian starts rubbing his cock and strokes it as he moves his huge cock down to Raymond’s already filled hole. His hole gets stretched further as the Frenchman squeezes his cock in with Constantine’s. He yells in pain as the two inventors are both fucking him. Julian pulls out and grabs another packet of lube in his pants pocket sitting beside his broken chair. He rubs it all over his cock and puts it back into the side he penetrated before. Raymond feels his hole getting wider as the Frenchman pushes his way in to be with his lover’s huge cock. They start grinding inside him and kissing each other at the same time. He can't believe this is happening, but the lube obviously has something in it to make this occur. He feels both of them tightening up their balls as they get darker. Raymond pulls them out of him and says he wants to stroke both of them to orgasm at the same time. He stops sucking on Constantine's nipples to worship both of their cocks. He gets the two studs focused on their breathing as he gets them into the same rhythm. The feeling of their sexual power in his hands as their huge members pulsate makes Raymond moan in anticipation of what comes next. He stares as both of their cock slits gape open ready to pour out their contents. His tongue moves back and forth between them as he strokes both cocks simultaneously. They moan and groan loudly as he keeps putting them on the edge. He can feel the cum flowing up and down both shafts as he smells the aroma. He smiles as he pumps both men to climax as the cum starts pouring on to his face and chest. He shoves your lips onto both cocks and drinks the muscle cum. Raymond swallows every drop as it rolls down his body. The two inventors lean down to lick the remainder off of Raymond before lying on the ground completely drenched. He starts to notice that the two Europeans are shrinking after dumping their loads. He hears odd sounds coming from both men as they revert back to their original size. The same appears happening to him now as he looks down at his muscles. It is at this point that Raymond realizes this lube has a temporary effect. The three men go to take showers in the back of the facility before talking business. They state their price to Raymond and want to be heavily involved in how the formula is put together. They know in its current state that it will only last until the recipient cums. They want to make it more permanent, but again stress that this must only be sold to a small group of men. Raymond agrees with this proposition, and the men broker a deal to work together.

The Night to Remember Cameron and a few of his friends have been invited to a club where shirts are optional. The catch to this invitation is that they all must sign a contract and agree to not leave if they are allowed to enter. He finds this contract to be a tad strange, but his friends are all for it. He has a week to decide if he is going to sign the contract or not. Four of Cameron’s friends are invited to go, while the other one was not. This particular one, Jefferson, is actually fit, but ran his mouth too much because he mentioned to the man handing out the contracts that he was straight. Cameron in particular is of a small stature, but is well-toned with curly blonde hair on his body and head. He also has green eyes, pale skin, is quite smart, but likes to think that he is private. His slightly overweight buddy, Kenneth, has long black hair, dark-colored eyes and a slight tan. Dennis is a very well-built guy who works out daily and has a shaved head, an extremely hairy body, hazel eyes, is bisexual and is quite tanned. Finally there is Lorenzo who looks like a powerlifter, is known to work out at least three times a week, is red headed, has no body hair, isn’t tanned whatsoever, and has secret feelings for Cameron. Lorenzo is also Cameron’s best friend and has been trying to get him to sign the contract for three days. The event at the club is only two days away and he hasn't decided to go yet. Both Kenneth and Dennis turned their contracts in and are prepping their pick-up lines in time for the event. It is on the day before the event that Cameron finally gives in and signs the contract. Lorenzo is so happy about it that he has sex with him. Cam never thought about his powerlifter buddy up to the point, but after they have sex, he can't stop thinking about him because of his powerful body and loving nature. He promises to stay by his side once they finally get into the club. The day arrives and all four men get to the club. The bouncer at the entrance already knows who they are and just looks the other way. Cam cannot believe it was this easy, but it happened like it was no big deal. Once they go inside, Cam and Lorenzo are shocked to see the large amount of men there. They both remember that the event brochure stated that they are to be shirtless once they enter so it doesn’t take long before both of them take their shirts off. The atmosphere is teaming with huge amounts of testosterone. Cam’s other friends have already started mingling with the men there. Before long, the host comes out from the back and starts talking about the main event. Cam and Lorenzo are surprised to hear about a surprise water show taking place later on and why something like that would this be at a club. Once the host concludes his introduction, the two friends get drinks and start talking to the other club goers. Cam recognizes one guy in particular because he is somebody that he works with at his job and is quite easy on the eyes. Drew has a hot body with a perfect 8-pack and a nice ass. Lorenzo smiles as he sees that Cam is quite fond of the man so he tells him that he will be back in a while. They start talking about general stuff for a few minutes and then decide to slow dance out on the floor. While they are dancing together, they feel a small mist of water hitting them on the head. They immediately look up at the ceiling and notice that there is a sprinkler system dropping water on top of them. It is at that moment that every man in the club starts feeling sensations moving down from their head to their feet. Cam looks directly at Drew and notices his chest starting to grow along with his shoulders. Lorenzo comes up behind him to put his arms around his waist and he himself grows wider. Cam has started to swell himself. He feels his chest starting to balloon out away from his body and watches his abs make big popping sounds quickly revealing a nice 6-pack. They look around and notice the same thing happening to everyone in the club. Kenneth is transforming into a decent looking guy now since his muscles have swelled up so that the fat looks healthy on him now. Dennis’s transformation is perhaps the grandest one of all as every stitch of clothing he is wearing is completely shredded and falling off. With their hormones now running wild, men are starting to worship each other and start fucking. Cam suddenly feels the urge to rub his big growing cock against Drew’s hole and pushes it in. Drew moans as Cam humps him vigorously moving in and out. Still keeping a hold of him, Lorenzo pushes his massive member inside of Cam’s hole and begins pumping him. Kenneth and Dennis meet up and begin fucking each other too. The water eventually stops pouring down on them and the growing stops, but not before giant puddles of goo start to move across the floor as guys start spraying their jizz on top of the slippery surface of the dance floor. Cam pumps his load into Drew’s hole while Lorenzo does the same to Cam’s hole making the men yell in ecstasy. The feeling makes them shutter so much they all fall into the cum lying the floor. They laugh as their bodies look all shiny and wet. They rub their hands in it and sling it at each other playfully. Kenneth and Dennis seem oblivious to everything around them and are constantly fucking back and forth until they shoot their loads multiple times on to each other. It isn’t until the doorman walks into the room that every guy gets quiet. He is holding a large bucket of water it appears and dumps it over his head. With his huge arms out beside him, he growls as he transforms in front of everyone. The immense stretching and popping sounds coming from him make the guys moan as his muscles blast through his tight outfit as he continues to grow wider and wider. It dawns on many of the guys in the club that this may be a bad thing and they start to run for the exit. The massive monster growing in front of them stops them in their tracks and begins to beat them to death. Cam, Drew, and Lorenzo decide to find another way out to avoid this mega man. The behemoth eventually sees what they are doing and charges after them. Lorenzo turns to fight him off and drags him to the ground. The monster’s mammoth prick finds his hole and starts to maneuver its way in. Lorenzo yells in pain as his hole is being split apart. He eventually loses consciousness and is pushed aside. Cam and Drew manage to get out at the back of the building and start to race for a nearby car. Before they get in, the monster grabs Cam and pulls him into his arms. Drew starts punching the behemoth trying to get him to let go, but it doesn’t seem to be working. Cam is being squeezed to death by his enormous pythons. Trying to save his friend, he attempts to knock him over by tripping him. Before he falls into unconsciousness, a shotgun is heard from behind them. The bullets go flying into the mammoth’s back and he falls over dead. Cam rolls out of his arms to his side and appears to be lifeless. Drew notices the man with the shotgun and it appears to be Jefferson who just learned a few minutes before that the club was not what it appeared to be. Drew races over to check on Cam who awakens in severe pain. Jefferson goes to check for other survivors since Kenneth and Dennis have seemingly disappeared. Ambulances start showing up a minute later as the carnage looks to be subsiding. Welcome to the Main Event The time has arrived finally after so much preparation, dieting, bulking, cutting, tanning, and even fitting for the big moment in the spotlight. Lucas has started getting ready for this event for three years. He is one of those guys his friends have always talked about. His body has always had no problem responding to the different phases of his training. He isn’t necessarily the biggest guy in his circle of friends, but his is the one with the most definition. Speaking of friends, one of them, Jesse, has decided to join him in his upcoming event just in the last year. He certainly hasn't trained as long as Lucas since he doesn't look as cut or developed, but his insight into his friend’s training had helped him a lot. He always looked up to him when they were both younger, he may have even held a slight crush for him. Lucas has suspected that for quite some time, but didn't want to jeopardize their friendship in case he was upset about it. The closeness they have had lately to each other may make it a little more difficult to hide though. He tries to keep it professional, showing him how to pose, what muscles needs more work, what he needs to eat to look leaner, and how to look harder on stage. While Lucas is a bit shorter, he looks much bigger since they are both in the same weight class. They will be competing against eight other men, two of which they both know. One in particular, Maximo, has been a thorn in Lucas’s side for years because he also competed against him in not only bodybuilding, but also in sporting events in college. The guy loves rubbing his ego in his face every chance he gets. He used to bounce his pecs and flex his arms every chance he got because he always thought he was never going to lose to him. The other man, Zane, is less aggressive, possibly because he is also a lot older and wiser. He views him as a threat only because he has such maturity. He showed up to a previous competition unbelievably big and hard and won the overall easily. So here we are, the day of the main event. It is now that both Lucas and Jesse are prepping for the stage. Both think they look pretty dang good, since their muscles are harder than ever. While Lucas’s nerves appear to be quite low, Jesse seems a bit scared since this is a new experience for him. He reassures him that if he does his posing routine correctly, he will do fine. The other eight men are also prepping themselves as they pump themselves up. The order is selected and all ten of the competitors get in line to wait their turn to get on the stage. After each individual posing routine, the ten competitors are sent out on the stage at the same time. They are all supposed to do posedowns and try to outmuscle each other. Lucas gets on one end of the stage, while Jesse is on the other. The heat on the stage is starting to get unbearable because of the body heat being produced by all of the muscle gods. Jesse is the first competitor to bend over to take a break from the heat. It isn’t long before the guy beside him has to take a breather too. Then the guy beside him does the same thing. Lucas looks over and wonders what is heck is going on. Whatever is happening is starting to spread across the stage. Maximo though seems unfazed and continues to pose like he just won the event. Lucas finally stops posing to go to check on his friend. Jesse says he feels a little better now and gets back up from the floor to continue his posing. Lucas stays beside him to keep him company and starts posing again too. Out of the corner of his eye, he notices something strange occurring to his friend. He can see Jesse’s body starting to grow. He isn't the only one there with the same predicament either. The growth seems to be continuing on nearly all of the guys there. Lucas, Maximo, and Zane seem to be the only three on the stage to be unfazed by this phenomenon. The other six competitors seem to be accelerating their growth cycles since many in the audience seem to be hearing the stage beginning to buckle. Jesse has probably grown an extra 100 pounds at this point and doesn't seem to be stopping. Lucas is in a state of shock at what is happening to him. His friend seems completely oblivious to what is happening to him and is still trying to do his posing routine. Many in the audience have all started racing out of the building due to the impending carnage that is about to happen to the complex. The other two guys that were not growing, Maximo and Zane, have managed to leave without being noticed. Lucas remains with Jesse who is still growing rapidly with the other six men beside him. His growth has gotten so extreme now that he is falling through the floorboards of the stage. His posers are ripped off and his cock is swinging violently since it is probably about two feet long now. His mind appears to be gone since he now looks at Lucas with lust instead of concern. He tries to run from the giant but can't get very far. He realizes that he will pay dearly for staying with him this long. This growing beast grabs a hold of him and slams him to the ground. He attempts to crawl away from him, but the stage crumbles around him as he goes down with it. Lucas is unconscious by the collapse. The six growing giants are not fazed by the collapse and push their way through the debris. As he lies there unable to move, he will be violated by the giant that was once Jesse. He grabs Lucas’s lifeless body and rips his posers off. He squeezes his monstrous cock into his small hole and starts to slowly fuck him. He picks his tiny body up with his cock and moves to a clear spot away from the crumbling building. He loosens him up enough to push more of his girth into him. He draws a bit of blood now as it starts to drip from his hole. The huge creature doesn’t even notice this and continues to fuck him. His brain appears to be on lockdown as his ultimate goal is to pass his power on to Lucas. It is at that moment that he comes to his senses and awakens to feel nothing but unimaginable pain. He has managed to squeeze even more of his cock into him now. He realizes now that he is being raped by this giant as he tries to move, but it is like he is in cement as the behemoth is starting to lie on top of him. He screams in agony as the giant pushes nearly a foot of his cock into his anus. The hulk is starting to push his weight on top of him and is slowing suffocating him. Lucas tries to motion for him to stop but eventually goes unconscious again. The giant man is now starting to pump his thick ooze inside Lucas. With him being crushed slowly, it will take a lot to revive him. The other giants there have started to disperse through the crowd of people still in the building and found victims to penetrate. The cum is now flowing through his body filling up his intestines and even moving into his stomach. He lies there motionless underneath Jesse as his body begins to change as the spunk is absorbed. The hulk begins to feel his ass pushing against his cock as Lucas’s hole starts to widen. Muscles start exploding in size as they widen and swell up into enormous balloons. His back stops getting crushed and grows as muscles bunch up on top of each other. He manages to gain nearly twice his body weight as the hulking brute on top of him starts to groan at what is transgressing beneath him. Lucas still hasn't awakened yet, but his breathing is improving as his body’s organs are recovering rapidly with the new growth cycle. Jesse now pushes his cock all the way in and pumps even more cum into his body. Lucas grows again as he gets taller and taller going beyond 8’ feet and growing past 500 pounds. His increasing size is now surpassing Jesse. When Lucas finally awakens, he feels as if he has been born again. Interestingly, his mind is clear and not jaded like what happened with Jesse. He feels his cock still residing inside him and quickly scoots forward to get it out. Both of their enormous sizes have actually made a crater in the ground beneath them. As the freshly grown Lucas becomes aware of his surroundings, he tries to get up and stumbles into a tree, completely knocking it over with his might. He quickly turns to see Jesse getting up from his position and running towards him. Instead of running himself though, he stops dead in his tracks to clash with the now smaller hulk. The sound of the two behemoths colliding is enough to shatter the glass in the surrounding neighborhood. The complex where the bodybuilding event was held is now rubble. The eerie moans coming from the giants are heard coming from the middle of the debris. Their victims are metamorphosed into growing beasts themselves now as clothes are being shredded and muscles are popping and growing from every aspect of the complex rubble. It is not known how far this will go as a couple of men escaped the fury.

Wet Dreams May Come - Part 10 by F_R_Eaky Part 1: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/2388-wet-dreams-may-come-part-1/ Part 2: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/2402-wet-dreams-may-come-part-2/ Part 3: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/2407-wet-dreams-may-come-part-3/ Part 4: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/2419-wet-dreams-may-come-part-4/ Part 5: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/2420-wet-dreams-may-come-part-5/ Part 6: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/2426-wet-dreams-may-come-part-6/ Part 7: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/2437-wet-dreams-may-come-part-7/ Part 8: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/2451-wet-dreams-may-come-part-8/ Part 9: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/2487-wet-dreams-may-come-part-9/ The morning sunlight shone in through the balcony door windows casting themselves upon a very broad and muscular human landscape. Highlighting ridges and bulges that rose up and peaked while helping to create shadows in deep crevices and valleys that were the definition of the ridges and bulges that loomed so high. A forst of thick brown hair covered and spread out most of this landscape and it too caught highlights and glinted in the sun while ocassional portrusions of what looked like massive reddish pythons wound in and out of the hair, or an deep olivish colored mound and button rose just out of the top the hair line, or in once section there emerged a great flesh colored worm coming up out of the earth in some of the densest thickets of forest that was the hair. This worm lay stretched out for quite a good long length, but then warmed by the rays of the sun, it began to stir and become awake, oozing out longer, growing thicker and harder, calling the great red pythons to come dance inside of it. Slowly it began to rise...Rise....RISE! Up, higher and higher towards the sky, up off of the great rolling landscape that was a man's muscles to become a great, solid, smooth, standing monolith dedicated to the power, strength, and lust that was man. But it would never complete its rising. So long and so thick this worm was that once done in its growing it was too long, too thick, too heavy to completely support itself. It hung only halfway to its zenith and there fought against gravity which attempted to pull it down. It jutted out at an angle from the landscape now and hovered, bobbled, bounced, trembled as it continued to attempt to rise up and gravity struggled to pull it down. Suddenly it would rise up, part of the valleys and mountain peaks moved on their own engulfing and ecompassing this great monolith and pointed it staight up and out from the land itself. And then a deep rumble was heard from the belly of the earth itself. "Oooooooh.......... Devon.... This... this morning erection.... it causes pain somewhat in my penis. It throbs so hard, so full, like it shall grow again or burst apart. Yet...ooooh....yet when I reach out and touch it.. HMMMMMMMmmmmmnnnnnn ....the feeling is so....enjoyable." "It's even more enjoyable when it is burried deep in someone you love." Drake heard Devon's voice a bit far off and raised his head to look in that direction; all he saw was his mounding pecs and the head of his prick floating above it on the horizon. Cursing his body for blocking his view, Drake positioned himself and sat up on his elbows, all while fighting and struggling to get there as his lats, back, and chest, fought with his arms and forearms for space. Eventually he got into the position he needed and looked across the bedroom to see the human that was helping him, the man with whom he has fallen in love. He nearly did a double take, for he had almost forgotten the events of the day before. Expecting to see tiny little five foot one inch tall, lanky built Devon sitting in a chair at his computer, instead he saw a great hulking brute of a man with a back and shoulders as wide as the computer desk, if not wider, that sat kneeling on his knees on the floor and yet his head still rose higher and taller than mounted monitor. And oh what site that Drake did see, underneath that wide as a bracket back, beneath the oh so tiny and tapered waist, were two glorious globes of hard, bubbled, muscle that made up Devon's ass, and those looked as if they were perched upon two ginormous feet. The sight send a powerful surge through Drake's bowling sized balls, which in turn set it up and through his enormous shaft and out his piss slit. "Ahhh--AH-HA! OOOOooooooooooohhhh HOO HOO Ooooooohhhh HO! HOO! ooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.............................." Devon turned his impossilby thick and most muscular neck to turn his head around to look back at Drake, just in time to see the gyser shot of Drake's cum blast out of his cock and soar up to hit the overhead ceiling fan and light fixture. Drake collapsed upon the bed, smiling dreamily, while Devon sat up on his knees a bit staring at the ceiling. Nothing happened. "Well... no more magic in your cum. You alread spewed the wand out last night and it was destroyed upon impact with the wall. So I guess, it's safe to say with your new name and no powers your Dad will have a little bit harder time trying to trace you down, nab, and change you back." Drake groaned. "Yes.... but he knows I was here, he will try to come back. I'm surprised we did not hear from him in the middle of the night." "We might have but I put all this stuff up. If you look at the mess in front of the balcony door you'll find, iron scissors, salt, oatmeal, clover, st. john's wort, rowan tree branches and berries, plus items scattered and thrown about, and there's a stream of running water outside. Well there was. I turned it off this morning when I got up." "All of those things are protections against the fey. You are very wise." "No, just a good study. Info the Druid gave to me. The rest of the windows and drains are all protected as well." "So what are you doing?" "Pondering and thinking about what to do with our situation...situations. We need to get you the trappings of being human, and I believe we have to get you nine of them." "Why nine." "It's part of what your father said to me yesterday, 'The only way this seed shall leave my tree, is entrapping him by men's ways: three times three.' Three times three is nine. So I'm thinking we need to get nine things that somehow declare you human." Drake sat up ernestly with a worried look upon his face. "Can we do that? Can we find nine ways to list me as human?" "I think so. It might be possible. With your name change that's one, which will be proved by a birth certificate once issued. We could get you a driver's licnese, but there's a couple of problems with that." "What are the problems." "One it's extremely rare for folks here in London to have a car. Not enough space and room for all of them. I only have one because the boss sends me on trips up north or over to France from time to time, to frequently to rent a car. However he pays for the extra taxes on the car as well as the garage space. So it wouldn't really be an item you should use or have, so I don't know if that would count as one of the human trappings since, here you don't need it. Another reason is, we've grown. Not just me, but you as well. You're even bigger and larger than before. At eight feet tall with an extreme bodybuilder's build, you'd have a near impossible task trying to squeeze into a car. Hoever, I think were at least a foot taller than that now." "So we can not ride anywhere? We can not travel?" "Oh, we can ride somewhere and travel, if we're on something like the underground or bus. There would be room for us, barely in there, although we might bang up and stretch the doors a bit getting in and out. And that leads us to another set of problems, my apartment. We're taller than the ceilings are here and much stronger than the plaster and brick work for the walls. We will need to move. We can't live here comfortably." "Oh no... does our size hinder us in making me human?" "Maybe...maybe not. Do titles count as trappings of humans to fey magic?" "They would if listed specifically as a human thing." "Then we might be able to get you a plethora of human titles in one go. The Guinness Book of World records lists amongst their items things in human proportions. If you've grown as much as I think you've grown, we might be able to get you listed as the world's both living and historically tallest man, if not at least tied for it, but you would be the reigning man as you'd be the tallest living and historically the one you'd tie with is passed away. That would be trapping two. But you might be able to walk away with a few more titles such as World's Tallest Bodybuidler, World's Most Perfectly Developed or Most Muscular Man, Man with the World's Biggest Feet and Hands, World's Strongest Man -even proportionately to your size, and that would give your trappings three, four, five, and six." "We'd only have three more to go? How soon can we make this happen?" "Well, depends upon the people at the Guiness World Records Office. When can they get us set up? I also have two other ideas for two other titles you could claim, well both of them would be shared with me, but I don't think that would be a problem since no other human will ever come close to matching us, and you need me and I need you for the other title to work. Plus that title could also function as a trapping on its own as it is a certificate required unto its own." "I am willing to take any chance, any risk. What do we do?" "Well, the first thing we need to do is get ourselves washed and dressed as best as we can, and then we have to pack up things we will need. We've done a lot of damage here and it's going to need to be repaired. Also we need to find a place to go and live now. And that means I or we are going to need to make a boat load of money." "How can we get that all done and done quickly?" "With friends and new acquaintances. As best as I could with this huge paws, I've already been on line to friends and gotten some things taken care of. One set of friends is coming over with a truck and a panel van to move us and some of my stuff. We're moving onto their property to rent out a barn they don't use. It's old, made of stone, and very solid, more like a house, but it has extremely tall and broad spaces in which we can walk around. They're already talking with High Priest James who is going over to the barn to cleanse and prep it against fairy attack. My coworker Charles, once he calms down from seeing my new self on camera this morning, is coming over here with some contractor friends to begin work on repairs to the apartment, and after those are done, he'l clean up and bring back any of the fairy protection items we leave behind so workers can't be taken and questioned." "These things will all cost money, as you say?" "Yes." "Do you have enough to pay for all of this?" "No. I don't. But I think I've come up with a way to help take care of that. But you'll have to do some acting, as will I, cause I'm not usually into doing or acting like an arse, but we will need to be rude and cocky to pull off what I think will make us a ton of money." "What do we need to do?" "Well first off, bend down near my head...yes... look here at the green light... now make a face like you're mad... growl if you want to. mad! MADDER! GRRRRRR!" (click-click) "Ok....the rest you'll have to trust me on, later tonight. Right now I need to post this picture up here.... which this by the way may give us another human trapping for you... write up a little advertisement and.....send. And now I need to type in here on this forum website.... 'Wanted: as large of a man as we can find. Preferably someone who is both tall and muscular, thinks they're hung, who enjoys the company of other big men and enjoys a competition of being a big man, but isn't adverse to possibly losing the battle of being the biggest man about town. Definitely looking for someone who likes muscle, height, cock size worship giving and receiving. Please contact at [email protected].'" With that Devon shut down his computer and began to pack it away, after looking at Drake and becoming stiff as a board. The two went off into the kitchen to roll around and have some fun. They just barely got themselves cleaned off, the kitchen cleanned up, and themselves dressed when Devon's country friends showed up. ******************************************************************** The day was a flurry of activitiy. Devon's friends, Harry & Deanna Howsham, helped Devon & Drake get packed what little clothing they now had that would fit them, all cooking utensils and food, and Devon's computer and computer desk. Everything else, which wasn't broken or torn, a picture was taken of, and posted for sale on the internet and placed into the living room of the arpartment. All the while Devon's coworker, Charlie, had his crew come in and remove the broken bed pieces, the torn clothing, the damaged parts of the wall, and throw it all away in the garbage and prepped the bedroom and bathroom for major repair work. Meanwhile, Harry Howsham had several friends that worked in a woodworking shop, whom he gave rough estimates on the size and weight of Devon and Drake, and had them make appropriate sized tables, chairs, couch, and bed, as fast as they could. They would make semi-sturdy structures now and come back with something sufficiently stronger and durable to the two giant behemoths later. While the woodworkers were bringing in plus sized furniture, James Whitehart had shown up with several members of his Druidic circle and began to careful prune and plant shrubs, plants, and ornamental garden structures here and there as well as cleansing the barn, blessing the barn, and with the woodworkers help, make new thresholds, frames, and sills, for doors and windows containing salt, oatmeal, and iron, with box planters full of clover, st. john's wort, and several other flowers known to keep fairies at bay. They even managed to get several folks to run a branch off of a creek and back on one side of the barn so that fairies would have an obsticle of running water if approaching on that side. Once there, Drake helped Deanna unpack the kitchen items and put them in the new installed cupboards, and then went up to the loft and made the bed once the woodworkers had brought that in. At the beginning of the evening, it was starting to look as if it was a set of "Extreme Hogwarts Makeover: Hagrid's Hut." The old place looked comfortable and fit to live in, except for very large people. The only thing that looked a little odd was that While Drake and Deanna unpacked their items, Harry and Devon unpacked Devon's computer, plus a few new electronic pieces and went about setting them all up over the barn. At about seven in the evening, everyone had left except James Whitehart, who said he would be back in the morning, winking at Devon as he left, and Harry and Deanna. "I can't thank you two enough for this." "Oh, don't mention it. You always were a good man, still are. I can't believe what has happened to you, but if you're sure about him, and with all these sudden changes....well, you were bound to need some assitance to pull through. We're happy you thought us close enough to help you out." "Well, again. Thanks for helping us out. It certainly means a lot to Drake and I." "Now, we'll be back to discuss some things with you about the 'house,' at the end of the week. It really is a huge barn, and even at your size could probably have about two more bedrooms, plus a craft or hobby room or something. Let us know what you'd like to do and we'll help you get it planned. Oh, and watch it... the bathroom isn't exactly finished, although the toilet is in and connected, so's the really large tub, but the floors haven't been completed in there yet..." "I'm sure we can manage for the now." The Howshams leaving, Devon went inside and sat Drake down to give him some pointers over what was happening next - a way to earn some money. A young man had answered Devon's advertisement, and he sounded like he would be perfect. His name was Ed, or more formally Edwin, Edwin Clayworth. He seemed to have a fairly laid back attitude in his communication, with just a touch of cockiness, but then again why shouldn't he be cocky? "Mr. Wiltshire, I am responding to your advert and hope that you will find me a good candidate. I do not mind being on camera or recorded. A man my size winds up sticking out in a crowd most of the time anyway, so I am quite used to attention from other people. You said you needed a fairly good sized man, I think I can accomodate that. I am 6' 10" tall, approximately 288 pounds or twenty and half stone, size 18 US Men's shoe or 17 UK, with a 48 inch chest, 19 innch upper arm, 22 inch thigh, and a 17.5 inch calve. Although not a full fledged bodybuilder yet, I am working my way up to becoming one, and I am pretty much bigger than most blokes I meet. There are some taller than me, but usually none built as big and I plan on getting bigger. Still, if I met someone who was bigger built than me, bigger built and taller, it wouldn't bother me, I would probably ask for some tips on weight training. Hope to hear back from you, Edwin "Ed" Clayworth." "So is he considered a big man, and what are we going to do with him?" "Normally, he would be considered quite a big man. Definitely give someone pause to think before picking a fight with him. However, he's going to look very small to us, if I have done my calculations correctly. As far as what we are going to do with him.... we're going to have our way with him. We'll see how much he wants to take it, how far he will go, but we're going to do it all in front of this camera here. And there... and there... and there... I have the all posted over the house. I put up an advertisement this morning about us two, how big we were and that we were going to do some comparisons tonight." "How will this help us make money?" "There are a lot of guys who like big men." "Like them like you like them?" "Yes, some even more so. They especially like it if you can do comparisons between a big man and small man. Well this is going to make them jump at their computer screens and click away at our show because we have a very big man, who's going to look very small to us, showing how extremely huge we are. Folks will pay to watch it, and they will pay a decent price." ******************************************************************* Devon filled Drake in a little more about what they were going to do and then the two sat in what was now the dining room and waited. At approximately seven-thirty p.m. there was a knock on the door of the barn. Devon called out. "Who is it?" "Uhm... my name is Ed Clayworth. I was told to meet a Mr. Wiltshire here?" "Yes! I'm him. I'm a little busy right at this second, just go ahead and let yourself in and sit in the living room." Ed opened the door and proceeded to walk through it. Looking up at the frame, he suddenly stood up and smiled. "Nice... a door I can actually walk through. Don't see to many of those." Ed then stepped in to the living room and took a look at the furniture and other things around himself. "What the.... am I on show where they trick people? This furniture is rediculous, even for someone of my height?" "Sorry? Did you say something?" Devon called out? "Uhm just marveling at your furnture. Looks hand crafted, homemade." "Yes, it is." Devon's head popped over an above a wall. "Sorry for the delay, just putting something away on a high shelf. While I'm putting away the last of it, could you tell me more about yourself." "Yeah...sure.... Well I'm attending college right now, on a rubgy scholarship. That's why I'm working out all the time. Training for rugby. Quite physically demanding, ya know?" "Yes...yes... quite demanding. Are you one of the bigger players on the team?" "Yes... the biggest on my team actually. I don't think most of the teams we play with have any men my size." "Yes, you must be equivalent to that one Scotish professional player.....what is his name?" "Richie Gray. Yeah... I'm as tall as him, about as big built too, but I will be getting bigger than him soon. Amongst the professional teams though, there are quite a few more men who are tall, some taller than I am, but not many." "It's hard to find men taller and bigger built than you?" "Yeah... many taller, but the taller you get, usually the lankier you are, the harder it is to put on muscle mass. So, it's kind of rare to find someone really truly bigger than me." Devon stepped out from behind the wall and walked into the living room. "Well, I think you'll find I'm a rarity." "FUCKIN' HELL!" "It's ok, calm down." "Calm down! You're not for real. Bloody hell! You're a walking animatronic you are." "No...No I'm not. I'm a real man." "No, you're not. No man is a big as... SHITE! Fuck man, you're bigger than Hagrid!" "Why don't you come over here and see just how big I am. Come on... Mister big rugby player isn't afraid of me are you?" "NO!..... AH..YES! LOOK AT YA! I LOOK LIKE A FUCKIN' SCHOOL BOY NEXT TO YOU!" "Calm down... calm down......just asking you to come over and stand next to me." Ed stood there for a while staring up and down Devon, but finally, slowly walked over and stood next to Devon. "Where the hell do I come up to you on your....for God's sake can you even see past your chest!" "Actually looking straight down...no, I can't." "And your shirt is on and I can tell how far they stick out...for the love of....crimmeny." and Ed looked down on the floor and saw Devon's feet. "Holy shit! You're not even wearing shoes... your ....your...." and Ed made motions with his hands above his head.... "So much taller than me and none of it is even shoes! You're standing there.... flat...bare...footed. WHAT SIZE ARE THOSE THINGS!" "Well I tell you what, Mr. Big. Why don't you grab a tape measure out of the end table on the left side of the couch and you tell me how big they are." And Ed went to the end table, opened the drawer and grabbed the tape measure and pulled out the tape measure. Kneeling down next to Devon's legs and feet, he lifted up Devon's pants leg just a bit and then ran the tape measure along the side of Devon's foot. He then fell backwards on his ass and sat there and trembled. "Well, rugby man, what does it say?" "It... is said...." and Ed ran his hand through his hair and breathed a little hard. "It said they were twenty-two and two-thirds inches long. What size shoe is that? They don't make shoes that size..." "Go over and look on that computer there. There is a page on it for a shoe size calculator and tell me what size they are." Ed made his way over to the computer and called up the site Devon mentioned. He put in the numbers and leaned back in the chair....finally he stammered, "F...For...forty-six quintuple D in the US, forty-five in the UK." "Wow, that seems pretty big." "That's twenty-eight sizes larger than what I wear!" "And what do you wear?" "Size 18 in the US, 17 here in the UK." "Why don't you come back over here and place your foot next to mine. Take your shoe and sock off.... let me sit down here on the floor, and then just place your foot..come on.... that's it. Heel to heel...and see how big your foot is." "Just over half..." "I'm sorry?" "Just over half way. My foot howver only comes up to the ball of your foot. It doesn't even reach your toes." "And yours is a big foot size?" "Yes..." "You sure?" "yes...." "I wonder how big my foot is compared to the rest of you." And Devon lifted up his leg and moved his foot onto Ed's torso. "It nearly covers all my torso.... Oh my god..." "Oh, now don't worry, Ed. I have a friend who is just amazed at this as you are." "Really? That there's someone a fucking gigantic as you? I don't think anyone could ignore it." "Oh, he is amazed at my size, but not because it's so big. Drake! Drake could come out and join us please." Drake came out from the dinning room to join Devon and Ed, and took a seat behind Ed when Devon asked for him to do so. "You see, Drake is like me, and he was just surprised there was asomeone as big as him." "HA! HUH! HUH! OH...MY....GAWD!" "Drake put your foot upon his back like I have on his front." And Drake did so and the two men sandwiched Ed between their gargantuan feet. "I think Ed is trying to say something..." and Devon motioned to move their feet away. Ed fell over sideways, gasping for breath, but not because Devon and Drake had crushed him. "Two.... hooo...hooo...two... two of you! There's two giant men...." "Yes, let's all stand up again now and see what were checking on before, where Mr. Big here comes up on me, or on both of us Drake. Drake, could you assist me by pulling up on the bottom of my shirt there, please." Drake reached around Ed and lifted up the bottom of Devon's shirt, so they could see where Ed came up to on their body. It appeared that even standing 6' 10" tall that Ed only came up about abdomen row above Devon or Drake's bellybutton. Not that Ed noticed this, all he got was a full wall of abdomen and oblique muscles in his face. Letting out a yelp and almost putting his hand out to touch Devon's abs, he pulled his hand back, ran it through his hair and began to stammer some more. "THE BRICKS! Your.....your abs are like actual stone bricks, like the size used in making your house! They're so defined, so huge!" "Did you want to touch them? I saw your hand go out. Go ahead, it's ok. I don't mind." Ed reached out and began to grope and fondle the abs and obliques of Devon, his fingers getting numb as he tried to really feel into the crevices and pinch or bunch an ab and make a dent in it. "Drake, let's take off our shirts so Ed can not be inhibited in his exploring our torsos." And the pair helped each other pull off their shirts, but then Devon looked down at Ed and said, "Ed, did you bring the two extra shirts, jeans, and underwear, like I requested?" "y....ye....yes..s..ss...ss.." "Good let's see how each other's looks. Take of the shirt you're wearing and lay it on that chair over there. Then here is one of our shirts and we'll each take one of the shirts your brought..." Of course the comparison was now where even close. Devon or Drake's shirt look like a rain poncho on Ed, even at 6' 10" tall the shirt still came down to his knees and there was so much material swimming around him for such less girth than he had. Had the shirts been made out of stronger material one might have been able to capture and hold Ed captive in them. Meanwhile Devon and Drake attempted to each pull on a shirt of Ed's, which didn't come anywhere near to happening. They couldn't even get the first shirtsleeve past the forearm before it blew out the sleeve section on the short sleeved shirt. They never got to see how their chest would do in the small confines of Ed's shirt because their soulders, delts, lats, and back were so much broader and thicker and harder than Ed's that attempting to pull the whole shirt up, over, and on, caused the shirts to just rip in half, straight down the middle. "Ed, big guy, what size shirts were those again?" "Doub...double X, double long." "And that's a big, big man's shirt?" "yes..." "Perhaps we should look at the pants now. Drake give Ed your pants, and are these the extra pants you brought us, Ed?" "y...y...ye...yess.ss.ss." "Step into ours and let us see where they come up to you..." "They come all the way up to my neck." "And does you big thick legs need both legs to stand in?" "No, mine both fit in one leg of yours." "...in one leg of ours, and yet you're a big man with big thighs that are going to develope even bigger aren't they?" "....I thought so..." "And let's Drake and I see how yours fit now." And the two attempted to pull on a pair of Ed's jeans, but again, not much to be seen. The waist band along didn't make it up past the calves. Devon and Drake's calves were so big it was causing the button on Ed's waist band to strain, let alone when they go the pants worked up beyong that point, their calves totally sheredded the side pants seam at the thigh area. Sloughing off the tattered remains of Ed's clothes, Devon suggested that they flex biceps and see how they compared. However, Ed was taken aback by the large bulges in Devon and Drake's underware and asked about those. "Oh, we'll get to those in a minute. First we need to look at our upper arms. Can you flex for us, big man?" Ed flexed, rather meekly, and Drake measured his arm at a nice and solid 19" which would be fairly big to some, definitely a good starting point for a young man beginning to build muscle, but then within a front camera range, Devon placed his arms behind Ed's and flexed and one just saw this small hill that already dwarfed Ed's upper arm, suddenly grow and rise and rise into this mountainous peak that made Ed's arm look miniscule. Worse than that, Drake brought his arm in front and flexed and one couldn't see Ed's arm at all, as if it wasn't there...didn't exist. The pair then rose them up and flexed them in front of Ed's head. You could see Ed's mouth go agape and his eyes glaze over. He couldn't believe how big these arms were, how full, how developed, how cut and defined, and there were four of them on two guys that hung like enormous wings out from the sides of their body when relaxed. Devon handed Ed the measuring tape and had him wrap them around Drake's upper arm, then he wrapped them around Devon's upper arm. After which Devon called for the mark on the tape for his and Drake's arms. "Forty-eight and a half inches.... good gawd!" "Forty-eight and half inches...and do the veins looked raised up on our arms or any other part of our body?" "Yo....your very vascular, but they...they don't looked pumped if that's what you mean?" "They don't looked pumped. So that measurement was a cold measurment then?" "Yes." "Just over four foot thick arms....cold. COLD!" And Devon flexed them hard, and Drake then did a most muscular pose, and then Devon picked Ed up one handed and sat him on his right bicep and began to flex his bicep up and down, causing Drake to rise up and go down with each flex almost as if he were riding a rodeo bull. Then Devon put him down and proclaimed, "I think it's time we now looked at what you asked about earlier. Ed, if you please, remove your underwear." Ed stood there for a moment, shaking, but finally, slowly, removed his underwear and stood naked. "And Mr. Big here seems to be a fairly well endowed young man. How large are you when erect Ed?" "Uhmmm e...eleven and half inches." "Eleven and half inches. And can you get erect for us now so we can see?" Ed stood there trembling and shook his head no. Devon gave Drake a wink, and Drake picked up Ed one handedly, brought Ed's crotch area to his mouth and proceeded to make several large sucking sound while rubbing his godly sized thumb across Ed's nutsack. Ed made several yelps and hollers, then Drake stood him back down on the floor, where Ed leaned and grabbed onto Devon's thight and buttocks for support, with a look mixed with fear and awe, and then flushed with embarrasment for despite how he was feeling, his body loved it, and without him wanting it to, his cock suddenly sprang to life, it's full eleven and half inches long. "And now Drake it is our turn." The two giants stepped out of their underwear revealing to massive schlongs even for their height, that hung long, thick, and heavy over their bulging thighs and massive balls and ball sacks. Their thighs so large they fought each other for room and in doing so pushed the bulbous ball sacks forward, which in turn thrust forward the huge, pendulum hanging pricks that were Devon and Drake's cocks. "Mr. Big, would you like to help us become aroused?" Ed stood and shook his head no, but he couldn't help but stare at the giant anacondas the two behemoths called penises. So the two leaned in over Ed and began to kiss one another deeply and play with each others nipples and in no time at all the young man eyes widened in terror as he saw what he thought were already too big of cocks for any men to have begin to become longer, fuller, harder, veinier....second by second, minute by minute, the cocks appeared to grow ever longer, greater in girth, harder and fuller than before until finally they stuck out, way far out, from the groins of the giants at a downward angle bobbing and fighting to continue their climb and rise upward. "Ed, if you please the measuring tape...." Ed shakily took the measuring tape and placed on end against the base of Devon's cock. Holding it there he ran the tape long the top of Devon's cock, holding it in some spots to then continue pulling it along, until finally he reached the end of Devon's cock. He wrote the number down and then proceeded to measure Drake's cock. When he finished he walked a bit away from the two men, his eyes wide open. "And how big are we?" "Three fff.....three....Three feet in length when erect." "Three foot long cocks. I think that's pretty big, how bout you, Ed?" "y...yes..." "Well, we've bounced you up and down on our upper arms, we've picked you up one handed, we've split your clothes into ribbons, we've become thouroughly confused on how you are a big man, Ed. But now... now it's time for bed, and we want you to come with us." Ed looked up in horror at the two men, but could do nothing as with a nod, Drake picked up Ed one handedly and they began to walk up the stairs to the loft and the bed. "Don't worry, Ed. We're not going to have our way with you. That would cause untold damage to your body. However, we want you to have your way with us, until such time as we've released our loads." The other cameras went off, except for the ones pointed near the bed. From the time the show started to the time it got to this point there were over one million people viewing this broadcast. For this section the pay became even greater for you got watch them have fun with Ed and Ed have fun with them and then just watch as all three of them slept in this gigantic bed. Surprisingly the number of viewers increased. It took Ed about an hour long to jack off Devon, an hour and half to jack off Drake. Both of the men sent out blasts of cum that completely soaked the bed, if not part of the floor and the ceiling, coating part of each other and all of Ed. Ed then laid down between them proceeded to attempt to jack off, but suddenly Drake's hand moved a rubbed Ed's balls between his thumb and forefinger, while Devon's thumb and forefinger took take of Ed's prick. The first stroke had Ed crossing his eyes and the whole seen pretty much went: Stroke stroke, rub rub, stroke... AH-HUH! AAAHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhhh and Ed collpased on the pillows between Devon and Drake. All while millions of views sat glued to their computers just watching, waiting to see if either giant's cocks became fully erect again.

I dug into the archive of the old forum to retrieve my old and only story I posted there. Here it is. I have a couple of ideas for the next instalments. I already made some adjustments, but read this as a pilot. English is not my first language. Sorry for the mistakes. As originally said, the story is PG-13. If something bothers you, let me know in the comments! Bottled Chapter 1: A first Taste Jack I was sitting in the park waiting for my friend Harry. He was aware of what was going on with my life and he said he could help me. I told him everything about my family history. I was 18 and had a brother two years younger. Our mother died a few years ago and our father was the only family we got left. My brother Edward was studying in a very reputed private school but it was expensive. So my father had to take a second job to provide all the needs. He became like a ghost in our lives. His absence made me responsible of the house but I never felt in charge. I accepted our fate but my brother was revolted. He never put any effort to make our lives easier and he became really mean to me. I couldn’t make him change his behavior. He wouldn’t listen. Fate made him taller than me, and he spent a lot of time at the gym. My position of eldest brother was crushed by his size and I became his servant. I tried to fight back without success. Our lives were miserable. So, Harry knew everything. There he came. “Hey man what’s up? I asked him. Harry was a regular young man like me. He had brown hair when mine was dark. He was wearing glasses that always slipped of his nose. When he sat, he put his backpack between his legs on the floor. — I’m glad you’re here, he said. — So tell me, why all the secrecy about this meeting. I could have come to your house or something. — No! he exclaimed. It wouldn’t have been wise to do that. My father must not know I’m giving you this. — “This”? What are you talking about? — Well, you know my old one is a scientist and works for this company… — — VittaMix? — Right. They have many projects going on but the one my father is working on is, how to put this, ironically perfect fit for your actual problem. — Wich is… — You dealing with your brute of a brother. I looked into the eyes of Harry and felt that he was a little too excited about his plan. — I don’t want to hurt my brother with any kind. — I know. He reassured me. We won’t do anything to him. But YOU can reach to his league. — What? How? Harry opened his backpack and showed me a transparent bottle with white liquid in it. And he explained: — This is a special formula that can make you better than a grown man in every way. — I… what? — It is specially designed to men; there would be no reaction if a woman drunk it, except maybe some more hair on her body, yerk! But on a man, this makes everything grow like a fertilizer. VittaMix considered my father’s researched but they actually thought this was too powerful and dangerous to expose to the world. Imagine a product that makes you the ultimate man. How could they sell more once everybody gets it? Well, they asked my father to find a less potent formula and he put this one on undetermined waiting. — And here it is… I told in a whisper. — Why do you give me this? He blushed. He felt embarrassed whit the question like I shouldn’t ask. — You’re my best friend. I don’t need this right know you know. My life is good, as normal as it gets. You lost your mother. And now you make your life miserable to help your father and your spoiled brother. It’s unfair. You deserve better, you deserve all this! He smiled at me with all his sincerity and I couldn’t find any words to his kindness. — Besides, he added. My father knows the formula, he always can make more. Even if he’d kill me if he knew that I know. Please take it and don’t tell anyone! — How… how can I thank you? — Just don’t thank me yet. Who knows what can happen when you drink it. — Wait, this isn’t safe? — Now, he stood up. I have to go. Just on last thing, you might want to put the bottle in a place cold. It’s up to you if you want drink it all in a big body eruption or more discretely like one gulp per day or whatever. Just call me when you do it! — You can’t just leave me with this! — I just did, bye now! And he ran away leaving his backpack at my feet. Inside, the white liquid was dancing in the glass bottle, which was surrounded by ice to maintain it cold. I had to quickly go home and put it in the fridge. I had no other cold place at home. It’s not like I had a secret laboratory under my bedroom. Lucky for me, there was nobody home when I arrived. Eddy was probably having dinner at a friend or something. He would reappear during the night. My father was as usual working at the gas station. I always feared something bad would happen to him. If some raider wanted, he would knock down my father easily. Ha, we were so alike. Never mind, I put the bottle in the fridge and went to the bathroom with a notepad and pen. I needed to measure and weight myself if I wanted to know how powerful the formula was. Height: 1m78 (not so bad) Weight: 58 kg (Damned skinny!) I didn’t bother about the muscle size. I had none. I looked at my naked except underwear body; I had some hair on arms and legs but not much on torso. My beard was a deforestation field. I looked away from the mirror, put my clothes back and went to the kitchen again. I had dinner on my own. And I knew what I wanted for dessert. The bottle was full. I pictured myself drinking it all and becoming so huge that I’d outgrow the world, like in some cartoon. That was too much, I didn’t want that. I remembered this was all about dealing with my brother. I needed to become the older brother again. Without thinking much, I took one gulp of the strange potentially killer portion and put it back in the fridge. I hid it in a way that you really had to dig in to find it. Nothing happened. So I went to bed. I didn’t even saw the note left on the fridge : “Hi Jack, I know you’re doing your best but… we’re out of milk. Help! Thanks, your dad that loves you!” *** In the morning, I woke up in my bed refreshed. I stretched out of the sheets and walked to the bathroom my pajama feeling odd. When my eyes caught me on the mirror, I had to take a minute before realize it was really me. My whole body was “manified”. First I noticed my hair had grown, my eyebrows were thicker, and by my beard! It was hairy! It made all my face look older, more mature. And the amazement continued to my body frame. Yesterday I had no muscle, now I could feel them against my pajama, shoulders broader, and I had pecs! I could see my arms were also bigger making surface when I flexed. My eyes went lower to see that my legs were now filling the pants much better; I could almost see the quadriceps even if the pants were baggy. I had to take my pajama off to a better look. My hairy torso took me by surprise. Dark and strong, not very thick but it was a good beginning. A measured me again: Height: 1m79 (ok I grow taller too!) Weight: 65 kg ( 7 kg in only one gulp!!) It felt good, I felt strong, more confident, and I made a proud funny face by looking under my underwaer. My brother was 1m85 and 81 kg at his best right now so I just needed to add… That’s when I remembered the bottle in the fridge! What time was it? Already 9:00! My father was gone for his other work, and Harry, Harry had a class at 8:30. Damned I ran down to the kitchen to make sure the bottle was untouched. But it was dry empty. Then I saw the note on the fridge. Someone must have confused it with a bottle of milk. How stupid am I? — No, NO NO! I screamed out. All I could imagine was my brother becoming bigger and bigger without anyone able to stop him. But then I saw another note that fell off the ground: “Hey douchebag, it’s been a day since dad told you about the milk. What’s up with that?” My brain made some time to react. It meant that Eddy did not drink the formula… but if one gulp made me like this, what was going to… ho my, Dad! To be continued... PS: If you read the first version of the story, you'll notice I made the formula less potent. Indeed, the father would have attained macro size and I didn't like it. I want my characters able to evolve and have a "normal" life perspective. But this concerns next chapter!

Hello MG forum, I'm back. I didn't get as large a backlash as I had expected, so here's another update to my muscle growth interactive game. *** Online Gameplay Link: http://bit.ly/1oizPNp Offline Download Link: http://bit.ly/1sflGXk If you are given an error message right off the bat, please download the game and play it from any browser. *** As with the last time, I'm submitting this in a bid to increase the number of alpha testers. I've added new content here and there and it can be safe to assume I also added a boatload of bugs that will need catching and squashing. Do note that this game also contains furry features, I simply have no choice since the furry growth audience surpasses the regular one and I personally do not discriminate, muscle is muscle to me and that's really all that matters. You do not have to test this game if you do not like furry characters (there are/will be humans too!), but I'd greatly appreciate it if my inbox could be spared any hatemail. To assist in the testing process, I have also converted the Data Tablet (located in the Chalet) into a cheating device. Use it at your own risk! Thanks for not running me out of town like the old forum did. That is all, Waffle out.

Imagine yourself as a fairly nerdy guy with glasses and you have a decent body. You have minimal muscle brought on by natural genetics. You have never stepped foot inside a gym before either. A trusted friend of yours tells you about a special gym across town. You are afraid to go because you are socially awkward and have never truly interacted with any other men about your secret fetish. After some deep thought, you get the urge to check out this place. Your friend, Simon says that you have to go alone and that this is strictly for your own benefit. You enter the front lobby of the facility and notice that all of the men inside are incredibly muscular beauties pushing around obscene amounts of weight on the machines and the racks. You are trying to retain your composure as you watch these gorgeous men grunting and posing in front of mirrors located all over the facility. They are so infatuated with what they see in the mirror that they never notice you standing in the front doorway watching them. You are met by a very attractive guy with a hugely muscled body. He refers you to a side door that leads away from the main part of the facility. Your fears increase as you approach this door. You ask him to please come with you through the door and he nods. You are unknowingly attracted to him as you grab his right hand and squeeze it. The feelings you get as you hold his hand creates a sort of pleasant calm inside you. At the end of the hall, you ask the guy if he will come in with you, he says he cannot because this door was meant for you and not him. He tells you that he will wait for outside the door and promises that you won't regret ever going in. Your nervousness grows substantially as you enter. Once you do, the air feels completely different than the rest of the complex. You feel almost lightheaded from the pressure now being exerted on your head. A voice inside your mind begins speaking to you and telling you that you will give in to your pleasure and your nervousness will only heighten the process if you try to resist it. It even mentions that the hot guy waiting for you outside the door is your soul mate and that he once was a nerd himself. He apparently went through the process too and became what he wanted to become. It is just you in the room and you must decide what will happen to you next. It now feels as if there is something trying to burrow itself into your mind. It scares you immensely and you don't know what to do as this unseen force tries to take over your mind but you are not going to let it. You scream in agony as the pain begins to rush through you. The force begins to travel through your body as it infiltrates your muscles and won’t let go. There is an extreme amount of pressure building up in your chest as your body now shakes violently. The sweat is pouring and soaking your clothes. You keep resisting this force in your mind, but it is about to take over your body. Your clothes are now stuck to your body because of the extreme amount of sweating. The pressure has now turned to a pain that you can't feel anymore, and basically you have gone numb. It is at this point that you have lost control over most of your body. This force will unleash its fury on your muscles. You watch as your muscles explode in size shredding your shirt instantly. Your pants cling for life as your quads squeeze so hard an explosion goes off and the seams fling open. The underwear you are wearing is barely holding on as your cock and balls expand to twice their size. Now they are making tons of luscious cum. The force successfully overtakes every part of your body except the mind and it will try to do so once again. The numbness now subsides and you feel an unreal surge of power moving through your body. The force tries to get you to give in to your urges and to make you feel like you can do anything you want. Your soul mate, Howard, outside the door can hear everything going on in the room and is going through another change himself. His excitement over your anguish and transformation actually makes his own balls grow too as he also makes considering more cum than before. Your anguish soon ends because you cannot endure this kind of pain again. The cum building up in your balls is a way to make you give in to the force. It tries turning you into a sexual beast and you can't help but to run to the door and rip it off it hinges. You grab Howard and make him service you. He starts sucking you off and stroking his cock making you lose sight of your change. The force is winning the battle and you are losing your mind. As this happens, your body continues to grow and Howard is feeling his body grow as well. The thick cum building up inside your balls is now flowing from your cock into him and making him a slave to your muscle. You pull your cock out of his mouth and start spraying jet after jet onto his growing torso. His growing muscles begin shredding his clothes. He gets up and places his growing cock onto your body and starts spraying his own jizz onto it. It is at this point that you both have given your minds up to your lust. The facility itself goes into lockdown and neither one of you can get out. The two of you are completely unaware of what has happened and continue to have sex with each other. Behind a mirror in the back of the room are two men who helped create the facility. They created this room in particular to transform once downtrodden men into godlike behemoths for their own enjoyment. They watch the two of you fucking and sucking and worshipping each other while both of you still expand in size. It gets them so hot and bothered that they start having sex themselves. Your growth continues as you and Howard keep spraying each other over and over with thick gooey piles of cum. The force inside both your minds has changed your thinking completely and all you want to do is grow. The men behind the mirror, Rochester and Whitman, can see that you two are not going to stop and can't help their selves but to watch. They start fucking each other watching the carnage occurring. If the mirror breaks from within the room, the force will find its way into where they are. Whitman actually fears this could happen and tells Rochester that he is going to leave because he doesn't want that to happen to him. The bigger man of the duo, Chester, steps in front of him and says that he will not leave because he does want to see it happen. The two of you still growing in the other room are starting to get as big as the walls. You stick your gigantic hands out to push against the metal as you hear the walls beginning to buckle and cracks forming. The mirror separating the two areas is also starting to crack as Whit tries desperately to run away from it. Chester though is holding him down on the floor making him agonize over what will happen next. As the mirror shatters, the air changes inside the area and consumes the man holding Whit down. He starts to laugh as his body explodes with growth as muscles start popping out everywhere on his body. Whit tries to fight off the force but it takes him over quickly as his body rips through his clothes almost immediately. The two of you in the other room are now attempting to break out of the complex and take off. You and Howard shatter the steel walls like they are made of styro-foam and start speeding your way through the city like lightning. Chester and Whit are now not too far behind. While the two of you have sort of regained a small amount of your minds back, the other two have gone mad with their insatiable desire for more. The force that was being held from within the facility has now been released into the air outside and is starting to make its way to wherever it can. You and Howard both realize that by breaking out of the facility, they have unleashed a power that cannot be stopped, but they also know that nothing can stop it now. Both you and Howard stop to look behind your backs to see that Chester and Whit are chasing them down because they obviously want to take in more power. They start running again down the main street of the city and hear buildings shaking and windows breaking. They stop again for a few seconds just to see a man in a nearby cafe physically grow out of the walls and soar through about two floors of the building before he finally stops expanding. He eventually breaks out of the building and starts chasing after them too. You and Howard begin running again as they race towards the ocean ahead. You feel the man from the cafe getting closer to both of you and stop to turn around. Behind this man you notice that Chester and Whit are being raped by numerous supermen that have also transformed. The man in the cafe catches up to both of you and starts to squeeze the life out of Howard. You punch him and realize that you can't do anything to him because you all have the same amount of strength. You manage to wrestle him to the ground and Howard gets loose. You both turn to start running again as the mob of supermen eventually trample the man from the cafe. Finally the two of you get to the ocean and have to make a quick decision. You both fear that if you jump in, neither one of you will be able to swim and might even die. A decision is made as you both close your eyes and hold each other as the mob continues to race towards you. When the timing is just right, you both separate and run about 50 feet away from each as hundreds upon hundreds of crazy supermen go barreling into the ocean. You both watch as these men start flailing incessantly since they are now too big to swim. Next, both you and Howard run away from the ocean and start looking for a way out of the city. Neither one of you know what will happen next as this force is loose throughout the entire world. It is an uncertain future for the two of you, but at least you both have each other. The sequel is here: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/4896-the-facility-ii-the-return-to-where-you-started-living/

Wet Dreams May Come - Part 9 by F_R_Eaky Part 1: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/2388-wet-dreams-may-come-part-1/ Part 2: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/2402-wet-dreams-may-come-part-2/ Part 3: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/2407-wet-dreams-may-come-part-3/ Part 4: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/2419-wet-dreams-may-come-part-4/ Part 5: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/2420-wet-dreams-may-come-part-5/ Part 6: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/2426-wet-dreams-may-come-part-6/ Part 7: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/2437-wet-dreams-may-come-part-7/ Part 8: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/2451-wet-dreams-may-come-part-8/ Devon shut the door to his bedroom and walked into the kitchen to start a pot of tea for him and Anton. "Well, what do you think? Is he the lost child?" "I won't know for sure until I get the blood and hair samples back to the lab and they run the test, but even if not, there's a good chance we can get him tagged in as part of the family anyway?" "Really, even if the DNA doesn't match?" "Look, the government has to hold the property for the family until an heir can claim it or they then have to turn around and sell it to help take pay for the care the family is now receiving. Since they already have enough money confiscated to pay for that, they'd prefer not to have to try and sell the property as it will mean they need to spend hours in court condemning the buildings that are there, then paying for their being torn down, then paying for landscaping, all in order just to sell the place. It's a bit boggy, quite overgrown, and out in the farthest reaches of civilization as possible in the Welsh countryside so it's not exactly a buyers jewel, if you understand what I'm saying. The government would rather turn it over to an heir and the let him/her deal with it. "Now, even if the DNA doesn't match, we could still pass him off as the lost child due to a few coincidences that most people would never believe to be just coincidence. One, the woman the one family member accosted had brown hair described in similar fashion to the color of Drake's. 2. The branch of the family that the lost child would be connected to had a serious amount of inbreeding, resulting in them developing a mutation that called for their pituitary to act up. The average of the males there are all between 7' 4" to 7' 7" tall. According to you, Drake is 8' tall, and he certainly looks every bit of it stretched out and beyond your bed in there. 3. The family has been in reclusion in the deeper country and mountainous parts of Wales and that's where you said you found Drake. If he sounds like them when he talks, that's just one more thing added. Surely you can see the easy of passing him off. What would be the chances of two sets of giant like people coming from the same area with similar physical triats?" "So no matter what, you're pretty much going to tie him into that family." "It's the best chance he has of getting registered without too many questions. Otherwise, he's an eight foot tall bodybuilder demi-god of man that's been wandering around for twenty-eight did you say? Twenty-eight years. Unless he was sequestered down there with that family, he'd be pretty hard to miss." Just then Devon's phone rang. He took the call and looked a little worried and perplexed at the same time while listening to the person on the other end of the line. He didn't say much other than a few meager utterances such as, "uh-huh.... yes....right.....ok." Hanging up the phone he stood there quite motionless for some time. "Devon, are you alright? You look a bit bothered." "I'm ok...just more than your section of Britania might want to lay claim to Drake." "How do you mean?" "I took him out to that pub last night; great food low prices." "If you're going to feed him, sounds logical." "But it's a bar exclusively for folks who do a lot of weight training." "My God, the questions they must have had for him." "Indeed and we nearly answered them all. But apparently, some took more pictures than I noticed, and they've sent them in to the people at Guinness World Records. They're wanting to tout him as the world's largest anything that he can cover." "Well, he definitely might make the world's most muscular and developed, possible foot-shoe size. I think he would definitely be Britain's tallest living man now, but I think he's a little short for world's tallest living man or tallest according to history." "Well that was Nigel, the bar owner. Guinness people have already come down to the bar to talk with him. They're wanting to measure him there if possible and on live t.v. Of course, Nigel has no problem with that, he'll make killing off of the till that day." "Ah..." laughed Anton. "Well, in that case I better tend to my work. You'll need his credentials soon than expected with that event happening. I need to go in today anyway. Less people around to see or catch me doctoring documents." Devon let Anton out and then slowly walked back to his bedroom. Before opening the door he could here some slight moaning and groaning. Hurriedly rushing in, he caught sight of Drake moaning and writhing on the bed, his huge member raising the sheets nearly off him. Not really knowing what to do, and doing it in his sleep, Drake reached out for his member, causing the bed sheet to slide away. He began to rub his cock as best as he could while moaning and groaning. When the climax hit, he woke up with a start, and Devon who noticed Drake's cock was pointing straight up shouted, "Push it down towards the bed! Push it down towards the bed!" Drake managed to do so, although not quite in time. "UWUAAAAAH!" The first volley of cum went through the air and landed on a shirt hanging out of the laundry basket. "AH-OOOOOOOOOOH!" The internal feeling and the jerkiness caused by the first volley caused Drake to twitch a bit, pointing his cock sideways, and the second volley hit a chair. "OOOOH-HO-HO!" Trying to aim his cock down again, the third volley hit another shirt from the laundry bin, and upon his last moan, the fourth volley struck the mattress, while the rest of the volleys just oozed out of him running down from his head slit to his cock base and balls. As with what happened before, some magic occured. The two shirts, the chair, and the mattress all suddenly increased in size and mass, becoming exactly the size needed to fit Drake's enormity. "Well... that saves the problem of having to wait for the clothes again. You needed a new shirt, although it's lessening my wardrobe choices." Devon smiled and smirked. But Drake didn't remain lost in his euphoria of having an orgasm. "I... I need to hide. Away from any windows!" "What? why? The only place you can do that is in the bathroom, but you won't really fit in there. You're just a bit..." Drake didn't wait. He got up practically running for the door, and managed to successfully duck and twist through it with easy this time. Before he Devon knew it, Drake was in the bathroom, although looking somewhat stuffed into the much smaller apartment room. Deciding it was best to let Drake calm down before going in and asking what was going on, Devon picked up the now larger shirts, plus the bed sheets, and deposited them into the washing machine. He came back and attempted to do the best he could in reassmbling the head board and positioning the new larger mattress while placing some boxes underneath it for support. Eventually he got it arranged so that at first glance it looked like a proper, non-broken, bed again, albeit one of considerable size. But after putting the last of the covers on to the bed, the hairs on the back of his head began to rise. Slowly he stood up, wondering what this feeling was. He turned and faced the bedroom door that went out onto a balcony. It had a few bugs on it, and more were collecting on to the panes of glass, and these were not pretty looking bugs like fireflies either. There were very spiney and grotesque looking. More and more gathered upon the door until finally they all flew away as if to fly around the corner of the building. Devon raced to the kitchen to look at the windows there where the bugs again gathered in mass. They moved off of there and doubled back around the building. Devon raced back towards the bedroom, but made a quick dash into the living room first to read something left by James Whitehart, the Druid, and pick up a bag of items he bought on his way to the pub the night before. Darting back to the kitchen, her turned on the faucet in the sink under the window. Then he ran back to the bedroom and stood motionless. The sickening bugs had gathered in mass on the door again, but had made a large circle to see out of in the center. They were chirping and chattering loudly, and Devon wondered if he the sounds of the door breaking, or splintering. Suddenly the two topiary trees on his balcony came to life. Their branches moving and growing in towards one another until they formed the outline of man. No, not just a man, for the branches clearly defined a crown on top of his head. The plant man made motion as if to enter, and it seemed like the door gave way a tiny bit, although it didn't open nor did it let him pass. The eyes of the tree man locked onto Devon's and he made motion to walk forward again. This time however, Devon reached into the bag and pulled out a long pair of black scissors. They were made of iron. Opening them up, he then tossed them towards the doorway so they landed in front of them. This sent many of the bugs to chirping, if not possibly shrieking, and the tree man to stop moving forward. Devon reached and pulled out four more pairs of iron scissors, opened them and threw them towards the patio door. He also pulled out a bag of salt, cutting a slit into the side and tossed it near the door as well, the contents exploding all over the door frame and sill upon the bag's impact with the floor. The tree man backed up on the balcony a bit, and Devon took that moment to walk forward with bag in hand and began to hastily lay pots containing plants of St. John's Wort out in a line. He then hung a branch of Rowan with dried Rowan berries across the curtain rod, as well as setting out pots of clover and sprinkling a dust of oatmeal and salt upon the floor. He then began to pull books out from bookself and toss them haphazardly in front of the door, the pots, salt, oatmeal, and scissors, and then finally, he reached into his pocket pulled out his cell phone and hit an activation button. That button turned on a sprinkler system placed just in front of the doors. The creepy little bugs were chirping furiously and had backed off the door completely, flying in a great cloud to and fro behind the tree man. The tree man took a step forward, but not into the stream of water created by the sprinkler. He stared long and hard at Devon, and then as if carried on the wind he heard the following. "I know he's lived inside your hill, but know not if he resides there still, Yet he will not live with man for many day, For he's not of your world; he's a child of fey. You know your enchantments, and this day have won, But you shall not keep me from claiming my son. The only way this seed shall leave my tree, is entrapping him by men's ways: three times three. I have more tricks that I shall call upon, And you'll rue this day, says, Lord Oberon!" There was a flash of lightning and the two topiary trees returned to normal, and the cloud of bugs was gone. Devon made a dash to the bathroom, to find Drake, somewhat sitting in the tub, crying. Drake was of course far too tall and long, to fit lying down length ways in the tub. Even if he sat up in the tub, his thighs, and perhaps even his calves were too big and thick for him to fit in the tub that way either. No, there was just enough room for him to sit his but down in the tub, back against the side wall, and his knees, shins, and feet sticking out over the open tub side. "I don't think you have as much to be scared of." "But if my father has sensed any of that accidental magic..." "Oh, he sensed it alright. I just saw him and kept him from entering the apartment." "You saw my father? How did you stop him from..." "I spoke with a Druid when I started having the dreams you caused. He gave me a list of things that protected me from the fey. One of which I think will help protect you immensely." "What is that?" "Look at your hands." And Drake looked down at his hands and noticed that they were an odd sort of green, particularly dark in the palms and inside of the fingers, lightening out towards the outer part of the hand and down the wrists. "What is this? Is this some kind of tattoo?" "No... It's an allergic reaction to metal. Usually you see it on people having a reaction to wearing something made of copper or brass, but in your case it was from the weight lifting last night. The first bar and some of the older weight plates were made of iron." "Iron! I can't touch iron that... that...." "That was something that was fatal to you before, but now is only a mild allergin. Probably because number one you are more human than you think, and two because you have the body of a bodybuilder. Bodybuilders lift weights to achieve this massive size and strength. The lift a lot of bars and weights around like you did last night. So much in fact it is often called the 'iron sport' or the 'iron lifestyle.' I think if you continue to lift once you are totally human, that will infuse your body with a lot of iron contact, and thus probably not something your father could change back easily or bring back into the hill." "This... body size...why do you like it so much? And why have you never tried to achieve it, if you like the look of it so?" "I have tried... it's just the genes, the DNA, that which makes up what I am, was only programmed for me to become this tall, and even though I work out, only progammed to be built this big, which isn't very big at all." "And the fact that I am...even larger than your very big and tall men, how does that make you feel?" "I feel sorry on one hand, for you will fit into nothing, like this tub for example, but on the other hand, you are so big and powerful and strong, yet you still have such a nice personality, I like it... I like it very much." Drake flexed one of his arms and looked at the rise of the bicep. "I like this too. I feel like I am a giant and invincible. Like I could take on my father and win. Giants are impervious to fairy magic...they are far too large of a creature for our magic to affect." Devon reached out an grabbed a hold of Drake's arm as best as he could giving it a squeeze - he never made it squish. Giving in Devon leaned in and kissed the peak of Drake's bicep and then began to run his tongue, outlining the crevices and valleys that made the large, bunched ball of muscle. Drake's cock began to get long, thick, and erect again. "Oh! Oh!.... Devon... You are making me feel.... so strong and so... so..." "The term is horny, Drake." "I want to do something with you...to have you take my seed? Can two males do this?" "We can not make a child, Drake, but we can most definitely take each other's seed...." And Devon stood up, moved the shower curtain so that is was partially under Drake in the tub, hanging over the side, but then hanging via some twine to catch water and send it back into the tub. Accomplishing that, he then turned the hot water on for the shower and knelt down in front of Drake and began to lick and stroke Drake's massive member. Drake was feeling absolutely ecstatic over the treatment he was getting from Devon, but Devon was slowing down, and finally backed off. "Devon? Devon, what's is wrong." "I don't know if this is going to work out? I love the fact that you're this huge guy and all, but I've had problems with big men before. The one who was muscle bound was a jerk, the one who was so tall, it was problem being together because of our height differences. The one with the large cock was soooo good in so many ways, but also so painful and he needed sex all the time to keep his needs and desires satiated. Here you are bigger than all of them in their individual ways... I really love the fantasy, but I don't know how realistically we're going to work out. Especially if you become fully human... or worse yet, we can't keep your father at bay. Then what?" Drake leaned down, grabbed Devon and pulled him in for a kiss. It was deep, it was passionate. Drake ran his tongue inside Devon's mouth and practically down his throat. Devon thought for a moment or two he was going to lose conciousness. "Devon... you have possibly made my dreams come true. For that I can and will only and always love you. Even if I got bigger, I would be yours and would do what I need to work it out with us. Maybe me being this big isn't exactly what your real life needs, but I will be here to make your fantasy your real life as long as possilbe, even if it is only for the week, or a day." It was all Devon needed to hear. He leaned back in and kissed Drake, then moved his mouth down to Drake's chest and began to suck on a nipple til it was long and hard. All the while he was gropping and massaging Drake's chest and arms, running his fingers all over Drake's abs. Eventually the build up was too much for Devon, he needed more... He stood up and then straddled Drake's neck, his legs hanging off of Drake's shoulders, he teasted Drake's mouth with his tiny little cock, and then let himself slide backwards little by little until his ass sat on top of Drake's cock head. Grabbing the shampoo he drizzled it all over Drake's enormous rod and wiped it all over his ass and hole, and then began to slide down on it as best as he could. "AAAAHHHH PIXIE JINXES!" The feeling of Devon's tight ass engulfing his cock head sent sensations down Drake's schlong and throughout his body the likes of which he never knew. Finally getting into the rythm of the motion and the action, Drake wrapped his hands around Devon's waist and began to help lift him up and push him down... up and down...up and down..... Devon's hands roamed over the arms and traced thier veins Tried to reach out and feel the shoulders and traps of Drake as he hoisted him up and down. Drake tried his best reach out with his mouth and tongue whenever Devon was up and lick Devon's tiny prick. The shower, the shampoo, Devon's tight hole all proved too much for Drake and eventually he let out a mighty roar and spewed his gunk into the stretched ass of Devon. Pulling Devon up, still upon his cock, Drake gave Devon another deep, full kiss. They sat there lip locked for a moment and then Drake opened his eyes in surprise... his cock was getting heavier... and heavier... it was getting bigger! Opening eyes fully to look at Devon and then tell him was was going on, he was a little surprise when Devon suddenly lurched forward towards him. And then he lurched again. "Oooooohh" Devon cried out in a mixture of pain and pleasure. Suddenly Drake felt something hard poking him in his chest... It was Devon's cock and it was growing.... THROB....Growing....SWELL.....GROWING! In fact all of Devon was growing. Drake saw Devon's feet swelling, lengthening, thickening, getting longer and wider more and more. Devon's hands were pulsing and lengthening too as they reached out to caress and hold Drake's body. His legs lengthen and stretched until they touched the floor and then began to bend and the knees began to rise higher and out forward more like Drake's did while sitting on low, low things. His torso began to rise higher and higher in the tub stall and his arms began to stretch out increasing in their reach. And then his bones began to get thicker and thicker, denser and fuller, he was losing his short and thin, lithe boney look and taking on the frame of someone big, very big and raw boned. A man who looked like a mountain before he even began to workout. A man with bones so thick they had to be made of iron and steel. And then every muscle on his body began to twitch and flex, pop and swell, might rivers of veins grew upon him like ivy winding its way around posts. They caused the muscles to swell and plump, feeding them everything the needed to grow....Grow...GROOOOOOOOW! The calves just suddenly blowing up and stretching out... WHAM into something that looked like exceptionally large hearts or diamonds cut out of granite rock. The thighs bulged and swelled growing into massive tree trunks that split in several tear dropped shapes that snapped too and held firm like rock, not jiggly like tears themselves would be. Taut steel cable extended up the back of the thigh highlighting how large and full his biceps fempros and semitendinosis were developing. Drake tried to steady his hold on Devon by grabbing him by the buttocks, but he could feel the gluteus maximus swelling, bubbling, tightening, hardening into two beautful ball bearings of muscle. The tub was groaning now, announcing its displeasure at the increased size and weight it was carrying. Devon's feet and legs had grown in to the spot with Drake's thighs and there simply was no room for all of that muscle. The fiberglass began to buckle and break, in some places shatter, water was getting all over the bathroom floor, yet still Devon kept growing. His abs and obliques bunched and tightened, a stone here, a brick there, another brick here, one more stone there. Brick...brickbrickbrickbrickbrickbrickBRICK! Until finally his whole midsection grew into what most men would describe as a brick wall. Then his lats flared out, and flared some more, becoming massive wings extending from his sides. His back broadened and his traps too, his shoulders increase in width and rounded up higher and fuller. Soon his was just so wide and full thre wasn't any tapered v from back to waist - it was just this enormous wall that sat on top of this tiny little coloumn of bricks. His neck lengethend and thickened into a mighty and beefy column holding up proudly his new larger, fuller head. Then his arms exploded in size, like some kind of balloons just being filled up with water or air and en excessive rate. It took only a matter of minutes for them to go from twigs into something that looked like a plastic surgeon inserted bowling balls for the peak, plus extra for the tricpes and hamhocks for each forearm. Then Devon's hair grew out in to a full mane on his head, while a two to three days worth of stubble grew out upon his face. The hair continued to grow out upon his body, feathering and falling in the direction and shape of each muscle. And Devon's cock continued to grow getting so much fatter and longer, harder, thicker, it rose and rose and rose into the eagerly awaiting mouth of Drake who was still busily trying to push and pull Devon on his cock. Then it happened. Despite the fact of Drake having just came moments before, the two suddenly erupted inside one another, Drake in Devon's ass, and Devon in Drake's mouth. The swelling and growing commenced again for just a short while, but still one could tell they had seriously grown even taller and thus broader and bigger than before. Chances were more than likely they could take the title of the world's tallest men now, living or history. The tub groaned its last and the outer side shattered giving way. completely. Devon and Drake's legs and feet moved forward and into the sink breaking it, its pipes, and the cabinet underneath it. Devon grew such that his body pressed agains the wall behind which was contained the laundry units and his body crushed that wall and damaged the washing machine. Luckily its last spin cycle was done so no extra water was spilling out onto the floor, but it did dump a majority of Devon's clothes, and when Devon pulled himself off of Drake's cock, Drake screammed in delight and shot one more load onto the clothes which in turn grew and grew. Volley after volley Drake shot onto various clothes falling out of the washing and then dryer units, until at last with one almost high pitched scream he blew a volley clear across the room. And that volley contained something that looked like a tiny stick and when it hit the wall, it shattered into a pouff of pixie dust. "What... what was that?" cried out Devon, breathless. "Oh...yes...I remember now...I had to hide my fairy wand while I was going through the transformation, but I couldn't just set it down anywhere. I had no place to hold it, no place to set it down, and then I saw this thing growing between my legs with a hole at the end, so I hid my wand in there. I had forgotten that." "Well I think....think... it's history now. Now chance for your father to trace you by magic now. C'mon, let's stand up and get cleanned up, again, and go to the bed room." The two stood up, raming their heads through the ceiling, and nearly collapsing back down. Their exit from the bathroom still didn't work croutching a their chests and back were so full the "bend down and twist" option wasn't working well for them either. They wound up decimating both the bathroom and bedroom doorways. Devon reaching in and shutting the water off to the bathroom, he squeezed into the kitchen and wet some towels down before shutting the water off at the sink there. Returning to the bedroom, he took a wet towel and helped wipe off Drake, while Drake did the same to him. The rubbing and gropping got both men turned on again and Drake finally looked at Devon in a different way. "Devon, my friend, my love. I think you are as big as I am, in every way!" "Am I?" said Devon as he flexed his upper arms. "Yes." said Drake, as he pulled Devon into a kiss, and down upon the mattress which was now too small for them and exhausted they drifted off to sleep.

Achilles strived to be a big bodybuilder for many years and finally did so after a lot of hard work. His once skinny frame filled out with big thick bulky arms, a giant bull neck, and a huge beefy chest. He always was an attractive guy with a handsome face but deep down wanted to be a hulking brute. He achieved these goals through the normal process of lifting, eating tons, and sleeping right. Life gets in the way of these things sometimes, but he never wavered. His job as a barista is sometimes quite hectic and his personal life could also get in the way of his training. He is quite the intellectual too always wanting to focus on his writings and his interests in poetry and music. While Achilles was already a large man by anyone's standards, deep down he’d wanted to be even stronger and much bigger than he already is. So one day he put his thoughts into his blog, but he would never push the ‘post’ button. He closed his eyes while sitting in his desk chair and just imagined himself bigger and more massive than he already is. Achilles always wore his favorite denim shirt because it made his arms look very impressive and has a favorite pair of black pants too that he wore to the gym because they were comfortable. Sitting calmly in the chair, his imagination became his reality as his arms, pecs, legs, and back started to expand stretching the fabric on his shirt and pants to the point that they bust and shred without much effort. He hears something crack and discovers that it is his chair. He crashes to the ground and makes everything in his house shake under his growing frame. Achilles was 240 pounds before he started growing, but after his sudden growth spurt, he is now up to 260 after getting on the scale in his bathroom. He goes ahead and erases his blog entry after what he just experienced. Achilles is originally from England and wanted to take a trip back there to visit his family. While he is there, he wants to meet up with other British blokes from the forum, so he posted an entry in the personals. Almost immediately he got a response from a guy in Manchester. The man tells him that he is willing to meet up with Achilles for brunch and then they could discuss 'other things'. Achilles never tells him just how big he really is, but he does give him a fair description of what his face looks like so the man isn’t completely in the dark. A week goes by and Achilles arrives in London. He goes to visit his family for a few days to catch up on their lives and to let them know how he is doing. They are amazed at the dramatic transformation he has undertaken. He tells them that he has to meet up with a friend that evening and can’t stay long. He promises to make a return to visit again soon. Luckily he still retains his sweet mild-mannered nature and bids adieu until later. He arrives in Manchester that evening and meets up with the other bloke at a small cafe. He is shocked to see that the other guy is also quite large and quite hot. The man's bulging arms go down to his amazing chest and huge quads. His cheeky smile says it all when he says, 'are you surprised mate?' Achilles could hardly say anything because he is blown away by the man's beauty. The man then says, 'should we just skip this and go to the hotel?' Achilles nods and says, 'yes mate that might be wise.' It doesn't take long before Achilles gets the urge to start rubbing the man's huge shoulders before they even leave the cafe. They get to the hotel and without saying anything at all, the man leads Achilles to the suite that they purchased. Before they can get into the door, the man takes his shirt off and starts to flex his guns and bounces his pecs. Achilles does the same taking his shirt off and starts posing his self. It becomes a hot session as both men rub and massage each other taking in each other’s scents and start slowly tasting the bitter sweat off each other. The session lasts for quite a while before Achilles asks him what his name is. The man smiles and says, 'call me Nathan mate.' Achilles smiles back and says, 'sure mate.' Achilles sits down, closes his eyes, and imagines Nathan getting thicker than he currently is. Nathan, still standing in the middle of the suite, starts groaning as Achilles can hear some kind of popping sound with his eyes still closed. He wonders if this imagining process will work on Nathan. Achilles opens his eyes and sees his fantasy come true as the gorgeous Brit starts getting taller. His pants grow tighter and start shredding the seams on the sides. Nathan's already huge frame gets bigger as his pecs grow fuller and his arms grow much thicker. His wide back gets even wider with additional muscles appearing on top of the huge muscles already there. Finally, his pants give way revealing stupendous quads and impressive calves. The growing stops after Nathan gains 40 pounds of muscle on top of what he started with and gains four inches in height. His head nearly touches the ceiling in the hotel suite. Achilles can't help but to go over and start massaging Nathan's newly grown musculature. He rubs his huge chest against Nathan's and the two behemoths start stroking their selves. Nathan pulls his posers off revealing a nice engorged cock and begins to stroke it. The two men eventually get their selves close after a lot of edging and shoot their huge loads onto each other. Achilles says that he has to go soon because he needs to go to America and meet up with a man he knows from Boston. Nathan understands and gives Achilles a hug before saying that he needs to come back to Manchester sometime. Achilles agrees that he will return and they say their goodbyes. He then makes a mad dash out of the suite to get to the airport to catch his flight. It took him several hours to arrive in Boston and is quite surprised at how gorgeous the coastline is. He has a little time to spare before he meets up with his buddy so he goes on to the boardwalk to take in the view. Achilles decides to set up his date with this man on the beach close to the water. The man calls to tell him that he has to finish a social case and will arrive a little later than usual because a family needs his help with some personal matters. Achilles likes the fact that the man is so caring and tells him that he will have no problem waiting for him. About an hour after the call was made, the man shows up wearing a yellow polo with khaki shorts. He is an absolute tank of a man and has reddish blonde hair just about everywhere that Achilles can see and wear glasses. His reddish beard is a sight to behold. Achilles is stunned by how thick and beefy he is for his height since he is not an extremely tall guy. The two of them decided to go eat at a nearby pier restaurant and are discussing the day and evening plans. The man tells him how he wishes he was a little taller because he feels so small for his height. Achilles disagrees completely with his thinking but does understand why the man would feel the way he does. They finish their meals and go back to the beach to enjoy their evening. The man decides to take his shirt off to reveal the thick hairy muscles on his chest and lies down beside Achilles so they talk for a little bit about general things. After about a half-hour, Achilles dares the man to go into the water without any of his clothes on. The man accepts the dare and strips his pants off to reveal nicely shaped quads, a huge ass, and a great cock. He jumps into the water and yells for Achilles to join him. It doesn’t take much for him to take all of his clothes off and join the large man. The two of them gaze into each other’s eyes and start kissing. Achilles holds the hairy stud in his arms and decides to close his eyes. He starts to imagine what would happen if the man suddenly grew taller and gained more muscle on top of what he already had. He asks the man what his name is and he says it is Jon. Achilles smiles and hugs Jon really tight with his eyes still closed. After a couple of minutes, he feels Jon tightening up and hears him moan in a really deep husky tone. The hunky muscle bear is beginning to feel a major change happening from within. Achilles feels Jon's back starting to stretch wider and his spine begins popping adding several inches to his frame. His back continues to get thicker and more developed with each second. Jon's glasses break as his head grows larger accommodating his new size. His hairy pecs are getting incredibly dense and quite hard as well as his abs and quads. Achilles can feel Jon's cock lengthen beneath his own as he continues to keep his eyes closed. As he continues to hold him, the grip he had on Jon is getting looser since he no longer can feel Jon's face. Instead it is his chest that is in front of his head now. Jon's voice has deepened exponentially too as he can feel Jon's growing glutes on his hands. When Achilles does open his eyes, he looks up at the newly tall Jon and smiles at him. Jon smiles back and lifts Achilles up to his face to give him a passionate kiss. The two muscle gods start worshipping each other, rubbing their chests together as the waves hit them and they take in the warm evening sun. They both admit that they like each other quite a bit and must do this again sometime soon. Achilles tells him that unfortunately he has to leave since he has another engagement to attend to the next day. Before he leaves though, Jon grabs a hold of his waist and squeezes his huge rod into Achilles hole to give him a goodbye fuck. The sensation sends him into absolute bliss as Jon thrusts in and out of him for several minutes before he finally pulls out and cums on to Achilles huge beefy pecs. They kiss one last time and he departs for his next destination. Achilles looks inside his calendar book and sees that New York is going to be his next stop on the way. He manages to hop into a taxi located near the pier and it drives him to the nearest rental shop to pick up a car. Once he gets there, he selects his car and begins his drive to New York. At a rest stop on one of the highways up, he calls his good buddy in the city and asks him where he wants to meet him. The other man mentions a park near where he lives so they can talk. Achilles says that is okay with him but it will probably take a few hours before he can there. The man says that he has to get some errands done in the meantime and eat dinner with his husband. Achilles decides to stop at a local hotel for the night to get some rest before getting up the next morning to eat a hearty breakfast. He manages to arrive at the park, but he is a little late. He sees his good buddy sitting on a bench relaxing and watching the birds up in the trees. He turns to look at Achilles and has a Cheshire cat smile. He is wearing a white t-shirt with white pants and has really wide pecs that jut out quite prominently from his chest. Achilles notices them from the moment he saw him sitting there. He goes to sit beside the beefy man and strikes up a conversation all the while trying to keep his distance because he knew the man was married. After a few minutes of just random chit chat, Achilles closes his eyes and imagines his older buddy getting a lot bigger and thicker. He hears the man squirming beside him on the park bench and hears his muscles stretching and popping. Without opening his eyes, Achilles asks the growing man, 'Richard, are you feeling okay?' Richard answers in a rough tone, ‘uhhh, I think so. I seem to be in the middle of a growth phase right now.' Achilles opens his eyes and notices Richard’s pecs swelling up and out into huge hairy boulders of muscle. His beefy legs are beginning to stretch the fabric of his pants. Incredibly, he watches in amazement as Richard's back and lats bust their way through his t-shirt. His enormous pecs are now shredding the front of his shirt and are bouncing involuntarily when it finally falls off. His beefy arms have developed into cannons and his shoulders are now getting absurdly huge. He is now hairier then he was before. Richard starts flexing his new bis and tris and can’t help but to rub all of the new muscle that just appeared. His greyish goatee has turned back to black as well as the fur on his body. Achilles can hear Richard's pants ripping the seams down the sides exposing his new gargantuan quads with their diamond-shaped muscularity. Achilles starts rubbing him up and down feeling his new massiveness. He won’t try to have sex with him, but compliments him on his dramatic transformation. Richard is quite thankful for Achilles' help in getting him over the plateau and tells him that he will remember this someday when they meet again. Achilles is glad that Richard is happy but has to admit that he needs to go meet someone in Georgia and must leave in just a bit. Before he leaves though, Richard wants him to meet his hubby and to see the reaction he will have to his growth. Achilles thinks this is a great idea and will wait to meet him. After a few phone calls and about twenty more minutes, Richard’s husband arrives and barely recognizes him in all of his buff glory. After a few laughs from the three men, Achilles says his goodbyes to the couple and sets off for the southern states. It will take him nearly two more days to arrive at his next destination Atlanta, Georgia. There he is going to meet his good friend, G T, and take in the sights of the city. He reaches him by phone the night he gets there and wants to meet up. G T tells Achilles to stop by the gym he is at right now. When he gets there, G T is in the middle of his workout. He stands and watches G T pumping his huge beefy chest with some nice sized dumbbells. He has a huge back already, but Achilles is starting to imagine what G T will look like with a much larger one. He wears thin glasses and has very fine curly black body hair all over his chocolate-colored skin. Achilles remains standing and closes his eyes creating a picture in his head of what G T will look like as a much denser version of himself. The clanking of the dumbbells he is using slows down quickly and he can hear the big black man grunting more than before. Then he hears a faint sound coming from G T's body, one that sounds quite promising. This time, Achilles wants to keep his eyes open to watch G T’s transformation, but notices that it halts when he opens them. G T is lying on a bench doing his dumbbell flys, but feels something happening in his chest. Achilles decides to close his eyes again to start thinking about G T's growth once again and starts to imagine his arms swelling. He can hear the black stud grunting again as G T starts noticing his arms getting even beefier than before but much more solid. He doesn't have the vascularity, but his muscles are definitely growing. He does a rep or two and watches his hairy pecs moving up and down growing wider and more defined. His legs appear to be getting much thicker too as well as his back thickening outward. Achilles opens his eyes and looks down at G T lying on the bench nearly falling off the side with his new body. He manages to get up to smile at him while still wearing his glasses. The two men manage to get a few rubs in on each other before G T has to go shower and find some clothes that are a few sizes up from where he was before. Once he dresses, the two studs decide to go to dinner and discuss workout tips. Achilles receives a text from a good friend down in Miami that wants him to come and meet him for a few hours. He tells G T that he can’t stay much longer, but he will definitely come back when he has more time. G T wanted to spend the evening with Achilles and seems a tad aggravated, but he will settle for some kind of parting gift. They determine an arm wrestling match would suffice and it ends with a draw. Achilles bids G T adieu for now after eating a very satisfying meal. His trip to Miami takes almost an entire day. He arrives and is blown away by the tropical setting and the wonderful beaches. He stops at one of them to take in the air and to just peer out on to the Atlantic Ocean. While walking barefoot down the coast, he receives another text from his friend and is told to meet him at his condo. Once he gets there, he is met by a nicely built man wearing all Under Armour gear and has a well-kempt beard with an impressive tattoo covering his huge right arm. The man smiles big at Achilles and hugs him for nearly an entire minute. He then introduces Achilles to his boyfriend. After the nice introduction, Achilles and the hunky man leave to catch a bite to eat. It is decided that it would be natural to go eat Cuban food, so they do. The big Brit can’t help but to take in the man's huge frame and incredible body lines as they head to the restaurant. He knows the hunk has a boyfriend, but is completely smitten with him anyway. They end up in a corner booth at the restaurant and start talking about books and music. They learn that both of them have similar interests. The conversation eventually changes to talking about beaches. The tall hunk mentions South Beach and how they really need to just go there and relax for a while. Achilles agrees with his suggestion and says they should take their food with them. After packing their meals to go, they get there and find a spot to finish eating. The man sheds his shirt when he finishes and pulls his pants off to show off his incredible legs. He is also wearing a speedo and it makes his butt look amazing. Achilles can’t believe how great this man looks already. The tall stud decides to take a little stroll down the beach for a few minutes, so Achilles closes his eyes and imagines the man growing bigger as he walks. Achilles yells, 'Victor, hold on mate, you are getting too far away from me.' Victor yells back, 'Then get your tush over here.' Achilles remains seated to continue visualizing his buddy growing as he takes each additional step. As Achilles focuses on his fantasy, Victor starts to feel a sensation traveling through his entire body. He looks down to see his quads thickening up and his butt growing. The growth is so sudden that he is not prepared for his speedo to start ripping apart at the seams. His chest, already thick and dense, starts to fill out more than before as well as his back. His big arms are even thicker which makes the tattoo on his right arm appear more stretched. His growing crotch isn't helping matters either as his speedo barely clings to his muscles. He shouts for the Brit to come over and wrap him in a towel before the speedo decides to fly away. Achilles quickly opens his eyes, runs over to Victor, and grabs the towel they used to eat on to wrap the growing stud up in. The speedo ends up falling off on to the sand and looks like nothing but a piece of fabric. Achilles feels how large Victor's cock is, but doesn't attempt to go further since he knows that he has a boyfriend at home. The two manage to exchange a kiss for good sake though. Knowing how embarrassed Victor is, Achilles takes him to the car and drives him back to the condo. Victor invites him in for a drink, but Achilles says that he needs to go since things didn't turn out quite the way he hoped they would. He needs to take the car to the local rental shop anyway. He says his goodbyes to Victor and travels to the rental company. There he grabs a taxi to take him to the Miami airport and books a flight to Chicago to meet up with another buddy. When he leaves the airport at O'Hare, he hails another taxi to take him to Uptown. His friend in uptown Chicago isn’t quite like the others. He isn't muscular by any means, but he does have a strong thirst for it. The man will be off work in the mid-evening and has already talked to Achilles about meeting up at a local Chinese restaurant. The Brit isn't really fond of Chinese food, but he is willing to eat it if it appeals to his friend. The guy gives him the coordinates to 'Panda Express' and they meet up there. After texting him a few minutes earlier, the man shows up wearing glasses, a black t-shirt, and a pair of blue jeans. He doesn't look like the other men Achilles has been in contact with, but he is interesting. He is also very friendly and excited to be eating at his favorite restaurant. The two men talk a lot about guys in general and how the man just wants to be as massive as humanly possible. Achilles figures out pretty quickly that this guy is into macro growth and loves giant musclemen. It is a fantasy that never really came up until now. He didn't want to imagine this happening in the restaurant so he decides to wait until they went somewhere more isolated. When they finish eating, the two guys go outside to walk to the naval pier. The Brit starts checking this guy out and sees that a major physical change could make a difference in this man's life. He stops to close his eyes and begins to focus in on his friend David's voice. Achilles envisions his slim hairy body and adorably nerdy looks transforming into godlike proportions. He hears David starting to growl in a really deep voice. His skin is starting to stretch and the sound of clothes ripping fills the air. The Brit hears David’s arms expanding to gargantuan size. He flexes his biceps as they are growing shredding his t-shirt sleeves. His growing hairy chest is noticeably hairier now and is getting more powerful by the minute by tearing its way through the rest of his t-shirt. He can feel his back getting wider and wider making the growing nerd thirst for more. His thin legs are now thickly muscled and straining against the fabric in his jeans. He feels them busting the seams out the sides exposing his more defined bubble butt. David's long cock is now much longer making its way out of his underwear which has fallen to the ground. Achilles hears him moaning and grunting as he is getting taller also. The muscles in his back continuously pop making additional space for more height. The quiet and reserved nerd is now a massive monster. Achilles finally opens his eyes and sees the new David standing in front of him. The two big men are in such lust that they start to have sex right there on the pier. This date will have quite an effect on Achilles. David’s penetration leads to a growth sequence for the Brit. He feels his body swelling as David thrusts his long cock inside him. David loves it so much that he can feel Achilles’ body reacting to the fucking. The Brit grows nearly 20 pounds by the time they finish. The two studs lie on the pier talking about random things and cuddle lovingly. They have become very close friends now. David refers Achilles to a man he knows on the other side of Chicago. He tells him that he will talk to him after he meets the other man. Achilles gives David a nice long kiss before he leaves and gets up to find a taxi around the pier. The man is described as a giant man himself. He isn't entirely fit, but his sheer size is something to behold. They are meeting at a club close to the heart of Chicago. David tells Achilles what he looks like so he isn't that hard to miss. Sure enough, this man is standing close to the entrance of the club David told him about. They say their hellos and go inside. In the club, they start talking about each other’s muscles and how they both enjoy flexing in front of other men. This guy admits that he only does it on camera for fun and not for money. This surprises Achilles in a way, but he understands. The man sheds his shirt and starts dancing on the floor. His huge pecs and shoulders have definitely caught Achilles eyes. He joins him on the floor and starts rubbing his chest and looking up at the man's big grin as he starts licking his biceps. He isn’t exactly Achilles' type, but he goes with the flow. Next thing he knows, the man starts to grind on him. The Brit pushes him away, but the man just comes back and starts doing it again. He realizes that this man enjoys the aggressiveness of it all so he gets into it even more. With the two still dancing, Achilles closes his eyes and starts imagining this man getting bigger as he talks with more authority. He asks what the man's name is and he says it is Rick. Rick pushes his giant pecs into Achilles face while his eyes are still closed. Achilles immediately opens his eyes and watches as Rick's pecs are swelling and starting to smother his face. The huge man grabs a hold of him and starts to grow rapidly. The club goers are watching in amazement as Rick is growing entirely out of his clothes and beyond. This is not the typical growth pattern Achilles is used to. Achilles can't get away from him so he attempts to wiggle his way out of his growing hands. Rick is so involved in the transformation that he just lets go of him by accident. His entire body is going through a dramatic change growing muscle on top of muscle. Rick’s cock is now hitting the floor causing him to start stroking it without a second thought. Achilles doesn't stick around to see the rest of the transformation as he is so distraught over what he has done to Rick. He calls David back and tells him that seeing his friend may have been a mistake and that he needs to fly to San Francisco in the meantime to meet up with a friend there. David tells him that he hopes they can meet again really soon because he had such a fantastic night. The two studs hang up and the Brit gets in a taxi located outside the club to go back to O'Hare and fly to San Francisco. The flight takes the entire day so when he arrives in the West Coast city, he goes to a hotel and gets some much needed rest. He will get up the next day to meet with his good friend in person. His friend sent him a text telling him to meet up in the Castro, the center of gay life in the city. Achilles meets his good buddy at a local sports bar and is pleasantly surprised to see the reddish-brown haired muscle bear smiling at him when he goes to sit on a bar stool. They shake hands and the man gives him a nice big bear hug. They start talking and the man tells him that he is in an open relationship where his partner and his self are allowed to pursue their own interests as long as they don't cheat without the other's permission. Achilles thinks that this is an interesting proposition to have. They start talking about all of the events the city offers and how the Brit always wanted to visit. The two men decide to go outside and walk around taking in the sights. Achilles stops for a moment to close his eyes and picture his friend getting bigger and more powerful. He motions him to wait for a minute because he wants to breathe in the air. 'Dan mate, this place has a great atmosphere.' Dan says, 'I'm glad that you decided to come here. I have so many things to show you.' Achilles smiles and says, 'I know you do.' After the exchange on the street, Achilles goes back to focusing on his good friend's beefy body. He hears Dan stop in his tracks and sort of whisper something. He can hear popping sounds coming from the thick bear. He opens his eyes and sees Dan's back stretching wider and getting denser and more powerful. The growing stud starts moaning and grunting seeing his body changing and getting thicker and more developed. His voice is becoming deeper and more boastful. He flexes his huge growing biceps making them rise higher and higher. His clothes have started to rip apart exposing explosive shoulders and traps. He turns to look at Achilles and shows him his wide hairy pecs getting more thickness. He is shocked to see his abs popping out of nowhere and extending to look like large slabs of concrete on his stomach. His legs blow out of his pants and have gotten hairier than before with more reddish-brown fur. Achilles is shocked at how sexy and strong Dan looks with his new body. He goes over to stroke Dan’s new muscles. Dan leans in for a passionate kiss and squeezes the now smaller Achilles in his arms. The Brit places his arms around the bigger bear and is essentially carried up into his chest. The two huge studs start making out and have sex. After this really long session, the two travel on over to where Achilles is staying so he can find some clothes for the new improved Dan. It is at that time Achilles tells Dan he must go to LA to meet up with this young guy he met on the forum. Dan wishes he could stay longer, but that he understands he must do what he has to do. Achilles gives Dan the key to his hotel room and wishes him luck on finding a new wardrobe. He leaves to find a taxi outside to take him to Los Angeles. It takes several hours before Achilles arrives in the one of the largest cities in America to track down his young aficionado. The two acquaintances decide to meet at his apartment in the middle of the city. He arrives at the housing community a little late, but the small man doesn’t mind. He opens the door to greet Achilles and lets him in after a little small talk. After the Brit enters, the college-aged guy reveals his nicely developed chest to him. He’s not entirely ripped, but his symmetry impresses Achilles a lot and sees great potential in the young man. He starts to close his eyes but before he does he says, 'Corey mate, you are looking bloody good.' Corey answers back with, ‘I’m trying, but it has been difficult for me to gain any weight at all.’ He admits that he really wants to massage the Brit very badly, but doesn’t want to offend him. Achilles is fine with allowing Corey to try and loosen up the kinks in his body. Now with his eyes closed, he feels the youngster’s hands slowly rubbing his tired and achy muscles along his shoulders and back. He creates a picture in his mind of Corey’s hands growing while he is trying to massage him. Sitting in a chair in Corey’s living room, Achilles feels something going on behind his head. He turns around to open his eyes and sees Corey's fingers swelling up and knows that the transformation has started to take shape. He hears him start moaning as the growth is moving up his arms now. The Brit sees every single vein and muscle in Corey’s arms start to stretch his skin out and force their way out from what seems like nowhere. This makes the young man react staring at his biceps and triceps growing. The feeling moves up to his shoulders now and eventually down to his chest where his pecs have swollen to twice their size and he is developing perfect six-pack abs. Then it moves to his legs, where he is still wearing his khaki shorts. His quads thicken so much that his shorts start to move up close to his waistline. Corey's growth is quite drastic as his face is much fuller and more mature than before. Achilles is quite surprised to see the smaller guy getting so big and powerful. He decides to get up himself to give the huge youngster a massage of his own since he needs it more than the Brit does. Corey walks over to a mirror to check his self out and is amazed at his new muscles. Achilles follows him over to where he is and gives him a nice rubdown before telling him that the two of them need to set up another time to meet again. The buff youngster wants to know why he would say that. Apparently while the Brit was sitting in the chair, he received a text from a good friend of his in the UK that really wants to see him again. He tells Corey that this bloke doesn't have a lot of time to interact with him because of his schedule and he needs to leave right away. Despite his disappointment, Corey understands the situation and gives Achilles a huge goodbye squeeze. The Brit rushes into the taxi he left there and rides to the airport to fly back to the UK. He arrives in London on time to find that his good mate has sent a taxi to the airport to pick him up. He wants Achilles to meet him at one of the spots he just did a photo shoot at to show him a few things. It takes about a half hour for the Brit to get to the Thames River and wait for his good friend to arrive. He decides to lean down where the water begins and stare at himself to pass the time and admire his size. He currently sits at 280 and would love to add that extra 20 to make it an even number. He flexes his huge guns not noticing that smaller arms are now wrapped around him squeezing really tight. The other bloke laughs and says, 'whoa mate you sure do know how to make me remember you.' Achilles turns to give the man a huge bear hug and kisses him tightly. After putting him down he boasts, 'Chris mate, you are looking bloody beautiful.' Chris has blonde highlights in his brown hair, looks to have a ripped physique, and may even be more attractive than he remembers. He picks Chris up again to give him another hug and is talking to him in a really playful manner. Chris tells him to close his eyes and just relax so he can tickle him. Achilles knows that he is ticklish and won't budge. Instead he goes into another visual fantasy with his friend Chris still in his arms. He really wants Chris to grow as big as him and to feel every single muscle twitch, pop, and stretch as he holds him. The Brit focuses his energy completely on his good mate. As they stand there by the river, Achilles feels Chris's rippling abs along his own thick abdomen and wants them to grow. He hears the other Brit moaning as his body is starting to react making Achilles have to push his arms out and away from him. Chris’s abs start making popping sounds stretching as his tight pecs blow up into thick balloons. His fit arms are bulging with immense power as they explode in size. His cute face now has a more mature look to it than before the change. Even before the growth moves to Chris’s lower body, Achilles is making love to his friend as he kisses and worships the growing bloke’s heaving chest. He feels Chris's back pulling his shirt tighter and it starts shredding in multiple places. He lets go of him due to the fact that Chris is getting taller now. His back is popping and appears to be making room for more muscle to grow. His legs are starting to rip his pants in half exposing his massive quads. This isn't the typical growth pattern Achilles is used to seeing. He is basically turning Chris into his equal. His mindboggling growth is actually stretching his skin and leaving marks. Achilles pulls his pants down to penetrate him and fuck him. Chris's clothes are already shredded and his fit 160 pound body has exploded to 280. His extreme growth has made him six inches taller now. The two British muscle studs have sex all night long as they fuck each other over and over again. Unlike his previous sessions, Achilles stays with his buddy overnight. When he gets up the next morning, he realizes that he has to make one more stop before he heads home. His time with Chris is most likely his favorite, but he does have feelings for most of the guys. He wishes he can stay with Chris a little longer, but his flight to Sydney is just a couple of hours from now and he needs to get moving. Chris tells him not to worry about it and they will meet again sometime soon. He even rides with Achilles to the airport to see him off. They kiss each other goodbye and the Brit-Kiwi boards the plane for Sydney, Australia. He won’t arrive there until later in the day. He has already been there before so he knows the city quite well. His Australian buddy is waiting for him at a restaurant just a little ways from the airport. He wants to eat a late-night dinner with Achilles after a hard workout at the gym. He has never met this man in person, but he has seen his pictures before. The man immediately recognizes him and kids him about his nervous energy. He is a typical looking bodybuilder, probably just getting off a cutting cycle. There is no hair on him that the Brit can see, since the man is wearing a loose button-up shirt and board shorts. They sit down and eat some of the local cuisine and just talk about random stuff. It is nice for Achilles to just settle down a bit before he goes back to Taupo. Instead of waiting to go somewhere first, Achilles closes his eyes as the man is sitting there talking to him. 'Luke mate, I am picturing you right now growing and enjoying every moment of it.' Luke stares at him as his eyes widen and a smile appears on his face. He is starting to feel something happening to him as they sit there. The Aussie feels a sudden rush of adrenaline moving up his spine. Achilles envisions him with a body that rivals some of the biggest heavyweights in the world. Trying not to make a scene by creating too much noise, Luke quietly sits in his seat and grunts as his clothes are getting really tight. The sound of rippage starts to echo throughout the eatery. His expanding back shreds the entire back out of his shirt and keeps going. His arms sitting on the table blow up like cannons. Achilles feels the table starting to quake as Luke's legs bust out the seams on his shorts. His sandals fall apart as his feet continue growing. He can't move now as his massive chest lifts the bolted-down table from the floor. With his eyes now open, the Brit tries to get out of the way but isn’t fast enough. Luke has so much testosterone pumping through his body that he literally pulls the table out of the floor and throws it to the side. Achilles is lifted up by the hulking Aussie and his shirt is ripped completely off. Luke tries to suck on Achilles' nipples to make him submit so he can dominate. The two men have emptied the eatery and start horsing around with each other. Before the police get a chance to arrive, the two huge studs are hoping they won't get caught and have to pay for damages to the restaurant. The problem is Luke is so massive that he has nothing to wear. Achilles manages to find a towel in the eatery to put around Luke's waist until they can get some clothes for him. He manages to drive the brute back to his flat since he has a boyfriend already and tells him that they will continue this wild adventure when he has more time. Luke isn't that keen on Achilles answer, but will hold him to his promise. Achilles manages to find a taxi down the street from Luke’s flat and rides to the airport. After his journeys all over the world, the Brit arrives back in Taupo and is met by a local who takes him to his house that hasn't been touched in weeks. He goes inside to take a much needed shower, but not before he walks past a wall mirror and notices his reflection. He is amazed at how much bigger he is compared to when he left. He stands there and starts posing, checking out all the muscles staring back at him. He imagines himself growing beyond the walls of his house, becoming more than a man. He doesn't have to close his eyes this time because he can just focus his energy on his body through the mirror. In just a short amount of time, he can feel changes happening. He feels the stretching and popping coming from all over his body and it makes him roar with anticipation. He is nude now and the growth is making his skin feel like fabric. He is soaring past the 300 pound mark and it keeps going as his chest swells up, his legs push even further apart, his arms grow thicker, and his height increases. His immense size starts to make the foundation of the house react and huge cracks start appearing down the walls. He is now living out his ultimate fantasy and never wants it to stop. This might be the end of the story, but then again it might not be. Who knows how far Achilles will go with his imagination. Check out other stories with this character here: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/3910-the-other-side-of-the-species/(mentioned, but not a main character) http://muscle-growth.org/topic/2250-achilles-does-a-body-good/(supporting character)

Darren is a veteran of the Evolution Forum and a regular poster. He enjoys it when other members post pics and videos of their favorite bodybuilders and athletes. After being a wallflower for quite some time, he decided to post pictures of himself. A handful of guys posted comments on his thread and praised him for his accomplishments. After a couple of days, the thread blows up and he begins to realize that he is quite popular because of the way he looks. Two guys are so smitten with him that they send him PMs on the site. One of them, Allan, has a secret that he wants to reveal to him in person. Darren is quite apprehensive because he doesn't really know the guy very well. Allan is fairly new to the forum and hasn't participated all that much. The other guy, Kory, is a buddy of his that is really taken aback by his body lately and really wants to meet him in person. Darren tells him about Allan and thinks it would be fun to meet this guy at the same time because of the secret he wants to reveal. Kory eventually comes around to Darren’s suggestion and they set up a date to meet him. Dar has seen pictures of Kory before from Yahoo and is remarkably surprised by how sexy he is when they meet. Their eyes meet and they both kiss very passionately. Both receive texts in the middle of their meet and greet from Allan and meet at the local hotel. When they find his room, he opens the door and reveals that he is a massive bodybuilder with a really hairy body and a well-kempt face. He invites both of them in and begins to study each and every part of their bodies. He senses their attraction to each other and wants both of them to just relax and 'get into the moment'. They both begin kissing again and feel like the air around them is actually getting tighter. They feel compelled to take their clothes off and continue to make love. Allan takes his pants off and sits back in a chair as he concentrates on the two men. Darren is so into Kory that he doesn't even notice that his cock has actually lengthened by an inch. Kory's cock has also lengthened an inch and is wrestling with his friend’s cock. With Allan looking on in his chair, he manages to extend Darren and Kory's cocks by one inch. The air around them is beginning to change their hormonal levels to the point that their bodies are beginning to expand. As Darren thrusts his huge cock into his buddy, his ass flairs outward and his legs begin to swell up to the point that he can actually hear the bed starting to creak. Kory's body is also beginning to change as his ass expands along with his asshole. His abs pushes upward and forces his legs outward due to his new size. Darren’s chest swells up to the point that he loses sight of his buddy. Kory also swells up huge breaking the entire bed in the process. Allan is swelling himself as his clothes start shredding and his chair breaks. The growth doesn't stop either as all three of them grow beyond human proportions. As Darren cums inside Kory, Allan walks over to both of them and adds his cum to the sexcapade by spreading it on the other two growing giants. The growth continues to accelerate as the three men defy logic with their growth cycles. Despite Allan's best efforts to advance his own agenda, Darren and Kory successfully decide to restrain him and control his own growth. With this extreme cycle continuing, they decide to rebel and steal away his powers. They have figured out that his cum contains enough fuel to make them both grow exponentially. When he cums however, his power is minimal and he can't grow anymore. With both of them stronger than him, he cannot escape either of their grasps. Darren manages to tie him up several times with the sheets and bed covers from the broken bed as he lies on the floor. They both start working his cock and turning him on against his will. They have to be careful to only arouse him in spurts as he will grow if they do it for too long. While Darren strokes the base of his cock, Kory is stroking the head and working up a good rhythm too. Allan begins oozing precum which slides down his shaft and coats both giant’s hands. While the man's precum isn't extremely potent, it does have an importance. They both feel sensations moving up their bodies that eventually end up in both of their cocks. Their massive members are growing even bigger as Darren watches his cock lengthen as it snakes its way towards Allan's mouth. Unfortunately Kory's is doing the same thing. This puts a smile on Allan’s face as he takes both cocks into his mouth, slurping away at the juices flowing inside his mouth and down his body. Despite the fact that this is exactly what the tied up man wants, they both can't help but to enjoy the sensation coming from his insatiable sucking. The precum gets thicker and changes to a very smooth honey texture that the man laps up like it is the last meal he will ever have. Darren and Kory are feeling unbelievably great and can feel their bodies slowing growing again. Allan will get his revenge on them though as the two giant’s precum begins to change its texture to pure sweet and sticky cum making this man grow into something else. The two giant’s inch closer to the ceiling as the other man continues to drink up their cum loads. He laughs at both of them as he explodes in imaginable growth. His arms and legs that are bound are unleashing their fury on the knots and sheets holding him in place. Darren and Kory turn to look at him and notice his legs tatter the knots and his forearms expanding to the point that the veins begin to look like garden hoses. He destroys the sheets in a matter of seconds. He grows so fast that the hotel room may not exist once he stops growing. The giants are so shocked that it is pretty much too late to run. They do manage to get out of the room in time before it implodes under his size. They are fairly big themselves but they still resemble humans. Allan must be about 15’tall now and appears to have a vendetta for both men. Both of the smaller giants stand outside the crumbling hotel in awe of what this gargantuan monster has just achieved. He must weigh nearly a ton and his tool dangles dangerously close to both of their heads. The two of them combined probably top about 800 pounds. After they look at each other for a few seconds, they figure out that perhaps if he drips precum on top of them, they both might be able to drain his energy somehow and even grow bigger themselves. They both rub his insanely large balls and manage to get their hands around his shaft to rubbing very rapidly. Allan’s moans shake the ground and start shattering glass in the buildings around them. When they feel him starting to tense up, he attempts to crush them knowing what they are up to. Kory barely avoids the monster’s feet and feels a mist coming from his giant cock head. Darren watches as his buddy starts growing again adding an additional 100 pounds to his frame. He is clearly much stronger now and strokes even harder and faster. Again, the monster tries to crush both of them, but is unsuccessful. They both begin to notice that he is slowly starting to shrink as he appears to erupt any second now. Darren starts to see a white ocean flowing out of his cock head as Kory keeps stroking. They both dive straight into the huge white river as it continues to flow freely. It isn't long before the entire planet begins to tremble as the two smaller giants begin their otherworldly growth cycles. They both roar with excitement as their strength and power explodes. They absorb all of Allan’s cum as their muscles grow beyond the limits of humanity. The other monster can't help but to watch in disgust as the two behemoths soar into the sky and squash him like a bug with their immense feet. They both no longer function as humans as their humanistic traits disappear. The only thing they can do now is have sex with each other and destroy everything in their sights. Eating each other’s cum will have no effect anymore as they grow to their biggest potential. Growing bigger would most likely suffocate both of them to death since there is no more air beyond the clouds. The real question now is what will happen to the two of them since they are now the biggest creatures on the planet?

The Alchemist My first story, a little short but I hope y'all enjoy it. <3 Snow "I'm almost done!" Blaine thought. On the desk of his musky study lay an assortment of bottles and phials along with some pieces of poultry, beef, and some scattered sketches and charts that seemed to be about the human anatomy. He was shuffling through hefty stacks of paper, making notes in some and tearing up others. He kept looking at himself in the wall-length mirror that resided in a corner of the study, then looking at the meat and back at himself. On the very corner of his large desk was a stack of thick books. They appeared to be very old; the covers were worn to the point at which one could not see the title. A leather bound book sat open adjacent to the stack and Blaine kept reading a few pages, checking his notes, and looking back again. After about an hour of this process if rigorous noting and proofing, Blaine seemed satisfied. From within his desk drawer, he produced a small blade, resembling a small kitchen knife. The hilt was ornate of design and the blade was a dark purple, almost like obsidian glass, and set it on the desk on top of a few papers. Blaine removed his dress shirt button by button to reveal a very unremarkable frame. Blaine was 5'4" and what most would probably define as skinny-fat. He had a gut that protruded from his stomach, while his arms were probably no more than 11 and a half inches around, even if he flexed as hard as he could. His stature was not complemented by his complexion, one that was slightly greasy and acne prone. Blaine fit the typical definition of a lab nerd. The one thing that stood out about him in this particular instance, however, was the markings all over his body. Blaine had a multitude of circles that seemed extremely precise and ornate littered about his body. Upon closer inspection it was quite obvious that each one of these circles was inscribed in a specific location on his body -- his biceps, his chest, his hands, his back and a particularly large circle on his stomach. He even had one of these circles on his lower jaw. Blaine drew another object from the drawer, this time a piece of chalk inscribed with Nordic looking symbols that seemed to be very detailed. Using this he drew a large circle on the tile floor that mirrored the ones he had on his body. It had lines that criss-crossed all about inside of it, though it remained symmetrical. He grabbed one of the papers he was writing on and began to go through a list of what seemed like ingredients. It was almost like making a cake, if the cake consisted of "102 grams of Oxospheric acid, 7 pounds of chicken breast, no fat or skin, 174 grams of carbohydraglutamate, 23 pounds of cow beef, 97% lean, 1,598 grams of whey protein, and 6 pounds of salmon fillet," Blaine recited these in order like he had practiced a million times, but this time he was actually dumping these ingredients into a monstrosity in the empty center of the circle on the ground, "and for longevity and permanence: 1.4 liters of vinegar, 1.07 grams of salt, 4 grams of sugar and finally 1,062 grams of potassium nitrate." The liquid ingredients seemed to comply with Blaine's circle, bounded by an invisible wall where the strange chalk had left it's mark. Blaine then stripped off his pants and underwear, revealing more unremarkable skinny legs and a stubby little cock, that was probably 4" hard if he was even a grower. Down here there were the same little circles, even on his cock and on each of his balls. Blaine grabbed the knife from where he had set it down, dreading the next step in his process. He began to carve out the circles he had marked on himself with the knife, one by one. The knife not only cut Blaine but burned the flesh as it was cut to leave a permanence of the blood that the blade drew. Blaine winced and eventually reared up -- only in cutting his first circle on his arm. He went through most of his minor limbs. It took a lot out of him to slice the stomach and the back was hard to maneuver. But he had practiced, although not with the real knife. When he completed his upper body and lower body he only had a few places left. Blaine easily cut the circles in his small and flabby butt, but when he came to his crutch he stopped. He knew no hesitation would be acceptable so he carved holes in his tiny penis and -- gruesome as it may seem -- in his balls, through the sack. Now that everything was ready he had no time to spare. Blaine grabbed a lighter and set the circle in the center of the floor alight. It produced flames but perfectly constrained to the lines. Blaine began to feel a heat spreading all over his body and the circles on his chest shot out perfect jets of flame. Soon the flames began to shoot out of his whole body and it seared in pain. Blaine was afraid he wouldn't be able to handle the pain and began to see black splotches in his vision. The ingredients in the center of the circle began to levitate and swirl, and then disintegrated into the fire of the circle. The flames suddenly stopped. The circle in the center emitted a faint glow, but the circles on Blaine began to glow immensely starting from the very top. The circle on Blaine's jaw began to glow a bright red and it made his face unmeld from his chin. The complexion of his skin darkened from it's previously pale and greasy color and any acne he had vanished. His jaw became extremely square And pronounced, like one you'd find on a fitness model, although it did not for the rest of his body. The first thing that spread was the complexion change that corrected all of the scars and blemishes of his skin and also removed the grease making it a slight tan and silky smooth. Next the change went to his face, the circles glowing there. His eyes went from a dark brown to a brilliant green, as his hair became a slightly lighter brown, a dusty color that actual made his face look beautiful. It draped across his head. Though he had a beautiful face, his body was way behind. Then, the change began to spread down as the circles on his back and chest began to glow. His neck expanded first, growing just large enough to make his jawline profound and then his back expanded growing to the size of a barn with his wingspan growing to magnificent proportions. His chest came next ballooning from it's formerly concave state into giant melon sized pecs. His body was a little top heavy now but his legs were still not beginning to grow. Next the circle on his heart glowed and all the fat he had melded away, leaving him at 4% bodyfat and pumping his cardiovascular system in a way that would ensure that he stays the way the transmutation makes him permanently and sealing the deal, making sure that he will no longer age past 25 years, at least physically. He will only gain the knowledge of his years to come. Next the ring on his now flat stomach glows and defines the stomach into a 4... No wait 6.... Excuse me 8 pack of cobblestone abs that grow in size but do not give Blaine the slightest appearance of having a gut. In fact his waist tapers down to an impossible 29 inches, his bones reshaping themselves and his giant 72" back allowing him to have an amazing v taper. His arms and legs glow simultaneously -- his arms ballooning to an incredible 25 defined inches and his forearms looking as pumped up as ever. His shoulders become boulders connected to his chest. He legs begin to become massive tree trunks, probably each quad being as big around as an average man's waist. That is, 35" around or more, even thicker than Blaine's own waist. His calves become diamond shaped and huge and throb outward. His hands grow to a size where they could probably palm a basketball and encompass a good ⅜ of its entirety. His feet grow to a huge size 17. Next the line of circles on his spine glow and he gets taller and bigger all over, growing proportionally to 6 foot seven inches tall. Throughout all of this his genitals have become increasingly humorous in their inconsequential size compared to the rest of him. But then they began to glow, more than all of the rest of himself. The cock grew erect, and with each pulse it seemed to grow half an inch pulsing and enforcing as if he was getting erections on his already hard dick. It grew past 6 inches up to 7... To 10 and then to 14. It didn't stop. It began to double in size to 28 inches and finally capped at around 50 inches long. His balls grew to the size of melons and his entire body looked huge and massive. But Blaine didn't go through all of his effort just to be Mr. Olympia. Blaine desired more. There was a way he could get anything he desired but it came at a steep cost. For now he wanted to have fun with his new body that he had received through his intense alchemical knowledge. He wasn't sure if he'd hit up the bar or the beach but he'd be going out tonight. But first he had to find new clothes!

‘Damn this is quite the storm. I don’t remember it ever being this bad before.’ Cooper stares out his window at the trees whipping around ferociously against the strong winds. He can see debris starting to whip up from around the neighborhood. He quickly decides to move away from the windows and get into a nearby doorway in case something happens to his apartment. *phone beeps* He looks down at the text message that pops up on his screen from his close friend Aaron. ‘Yeah dude, I know. This is crazy, the power is about to go out here I think.’ *lights go out* ‘Well speak of the devil…..’ *phone loses reception* ‘DAMNIT! This sucks ass, I can’t understand how the meteorologists could get this so wrong. I really wanted to go on that trip.’ He can feel his building starting to shake as he holds on to the sides of the doorway. The wind outside howls as it begins to shake the windows in his living room. Without a second thought, they shatter as the room begins to crumble. Cooper falls to the ground and lies unconscious as he is hit with rubble. Several hours later, Cooper wakes up and feels extremely groggy. He pushes enough of the trash away to get up and start moving around. The endless amount of destruction can be seen for miles as he stands there where his apartment was in complete shock. He looks down and notices that his clothes are slightly ripped, but it is the least of his worries. He turns to look at the nearby mountain and sees that a rainbow has appeared over the horizon. The sheer size of it is what draws him in as he starts to walk towards it. It must be about two miles from where his apartment is but at this point he doesn’t care since for some reason it is summoning him to go to it. Along the way he notices he isn’t alone as other men from surrounding residential complexes are also being drawn to the rainbow. When he finally gets to the edge of it, he begins to wonder why he ever went there in the first place considering the catastrophe that just occurred in the city. The men that were trailing beside him appear to have already traveled up the rainbow and over across the mountain range. He turns around to take another look at the city behind him and wonders if things will ever be the same again before he hears a voice coming from above. ‘Aye there Cooper, I do believe you are next. Why don’t you step up on this here lift and I will take you across.’ Cooper turns and sees a short muscled man dressed in a green suit with a hat that matches it. He seems a bit surprised that such a small man could be built so incredibly well. ‘Uhh…..why is this rainbow here and what is going on? I don’t understand what has happened here and why are all of these men going across the rainbow anyway?’ The little man laughs a little as he gets to the bottom of the rainbow. He grabs Cooper’s hand before leading him on to the lift with him. ‘I know what has happened to you is tragic Cooper which is why I am here. You see I am here to help you rebuild your city, but certain things have to be done first to ensure that it is done correctly.’ As the little man sits down with Cooper, the lift starts moving up the rainbow slowly. ‘Ahh yes, I forgot to tell you…..my name is Padraig, of course me mates call me Paddy.’ ‘Oh so it isn’t Patrick, as in St. Patrick.’ *Cooper sort of chuckles a little as they move up the rainbow* Paddy turns to punch Cooper in the arm which shocks the bigger man. ‘Holy shit man, you are freaking strong. I have never seen a guy of your stature with such incredibly thick muscles.’ Paddy laughs a little as he bounces his pecs before making his biceps jump. ‘Aye I am not that short mate. It could surprise you what your body can accomplish if it is just pushed hard enough.’ ‘So…..what exactly am I doing on this lift on this rainbow with what I am guessing is an incredibly well-built Irishman?’ Paddy smiles and takes his hat off to show off his red hair and hands it to Cooper. ‘Aye Cooper…..you are one of the fortunate few that survived this horrific storm that just went through your land. I or I should say we are here to help you rebuild your city but you will have to complete an important quest first before I can help you.’ The confused young man stares at the little Irish muscle guy for about a minute before he says something else. ‘Uhh what would you have me do Paddy? I am curious as to what you mean by a quest?’ Paddy shows Cooper that they are approaching the other end of the rainbow. He smiles and tells him to just relax until they get to the bottom. When the lift finally stops moving, the little man prompts Cooper to get off. ‘Here we are Cooper. Somewhere in this here nearby forest is something or someone that will have a connection to you in some way. Once you retrieve it or them from that spot, then you will come back to this area mate and present it to me. Do note though, there will be some kind of obstacle in your way and you will have to figure out how to get around it whether physically or mentally. That will be up to you of course. This is the time for me to say good luck and safe journey.’ The muscled Irish man pulls a gold coin from his pocket and puts it into Cooper’s right pants pocket. ‘I have given you a charm to help you along the way Cooper. I hope you succeed at seeking out the treasure. Good day to you my big lad.’ Paddy turns to walk down a black road and vanishes practically into thin air. Cooper stares astonishingly as he does disappear and sighs. He pulls the coin out from his pocket and examines it. To his surprise, it is indeed real and made of solid gold. He doesn’t recognize the language on it since it doesn’t seem to be anything he has seen before. After a minute or two, he puts it back in his pocket and starts to walk into the nearby forest wondering what he will find. On his way inside, he encounters two men sitting on stone slabs at the intersection of two paths. He stops to look at both of them before he sees them get up. They both smile at him and mimic each other’s body language. Cooper finds this rather strange and begins to ponder which direction he will choose. As he moves to the right path, they both jump down from the rocks and pull him back to where he was standing. The one on the right side starts to speak. ‘I don’t think you want to go that way just yet Cooper, you may want to think this through some more.’ The one from the left rock stands behind him. ‘He is right you know. You need to make a selection I know, but think it through first.’ They are both of different statures too. The guy from the left side is small and lean, but quite ripped. He looks like he has been to a gym quite a bit. The guy from the right side is big and bulky, like he is going through an offseason of bulking for some show. His muscles are thick and massive. Both of the men are wearing the same clothes however, just in their appropriate sizes. Cooper does think it through for a few moments, but wonders if there is a right direction to take. Both men go back to their original positions on their rocks once Cooper makes his choice. As he walks down the path, he stops to second guess himself before treading along again. He hears someone’s voice at the end of the trail and moves a little faster. When he arrives there, he sees another small muscled man this time in a while suit and white hat. ‘Aye there Cooper glad to see that you made your way to my camp. Why don’t you take a seat here and let me examine you for a minute.’ Cooper sits down while the little man makes his way around him studying his body like he is about to pounce or something. The confused larger man gives him a weird look which draws a few laughs from the muscled short man. ‘Hehe, it’s alright lad. Paddy is just one of many in this clan. I am Ciaran, one of four wizards in the clan that are responsible for developing the armies for reconstruction. You made your choice of the path you want to take with your life and now I am going to make that a reality for you.’ Cooper seems a bit nervous about what he is saying and moves away from him slowly by crawling backwards. ‘Uhh I just picked a direction actually…..i didn’t know which direction to take I just chose one.’ ‘Well Cooper, there is no turning back now lad, I am responsible for transforming you into your final form. This won’t hurt too much I promise…..’ ‘NO NO! I DON’T WANT WHAT YOU ARE GOING TO GIVE ME? PLEASE DON’T…..’ Ciaran grabs his staff lying beside him and chants what seems to be some kind of spell before pointing it directly into Cooper’s direction. The scared man is still trying to crawl away before he feels some kind of heavy force entering his body. He yells in fright as he senses something happening to him. Ciaran rushes behind a nearby tree to peek over the other side to watch what happens next. Cooper grips the ground beneath him as he feels his body changing rapidly. The muscles in his legs and arms stretch and pop growing wildly as they double up on each other. His clothes quickly shred making way for the additional size that is forming. His chest expands so much he feels himself rising off the ground as his back makes quick work of his shirt. His thick shoulders and delts push his arms further out in front of him as his lats form into giant wings. His immense quads and ass explode through his pants and underwear leaving him completely nude. He groans as he feels everything go numb unaware that he has grown to nearly twice his size. He finally passes out from the sheer carnage. Ciaran walks over to him and checks to see if he still has a pulse. Three other small muscled men appear out of thin air and cover Cooper in a furry blanket before picking him up and carrying him to a nearby lift. He is placed in a bed on the lift as the machine carries him away from the camp. In less than two minutes, the lift stops moving and he is carried by other small men into a sleeping area. He awakens a few hours later and doesn’t remember what has happened to him. Paddy sits nearby and gets up to walk over to Cooper still lying in the bed. ‘Well lad, I do believe you made a reasonable choice. Not every man chooses to become the strongman type, but you will be vital in carrying out the hard labor through your reconstruction.’ Cooper seems a bit disoriented, but sits up anyway in his bed. His huge heaving pecs and bulky arms bounce involuntarily. He sees them and yells a little in shock. Paddy laughs and gets up on the bed at the very end beside the strongman. He uncovers Cooper to reveal his massive tree trunks and swollen calves. Cooper flexes them making the striations show through the skin. Paddy punches them making them react. Cooper groans as he does it. ‘OW! Damn that kind of hurt Paddy…..*looks all over his body feeling and flexing* wait is this me? I’m so huge…..i can’t remember what happened to me exactly? Am I supposed to be like this?’ Paddy shakes his head and smiles. ‘You chose this path for yourself mate. You deep down must have wanted to be big and strong because that is the path you took. Those two men you saw in the forest were representations of you. You either wanted to be ripped which would have made you a breeder or you wanted to be enormous which would make you a builder. You chose to be a builder which I admire a lot. Breeders are tricky especially when they are not interested in women.’ Cooper still seems dumbfounded and rubs his pecs with his huge arms. Paddy gets back down off the bed and goes over to get an outfit for the huge man. It is a green suit like his only in Cooper’s immense size. ‘Here you go lad, put it on. I think you are ready to start your new life back on planet Earth. You will know your path once you get back down there. It will all become clearer to you once you get back. As for me, my work is done with you for now. Go now and fulfill your destiny. It was a pleasure meeting you Cooper and I promise we will meet again lad.’ Paddy leaves the sleeping area and vanishes. Cooper puts the suit on and walks out into the open air. He sees the lift come down from the top of the nearby rainbow and stop for him. He gets in it as it takes him back over to the other side. Once he gets off, the lift disappears. As Paddy predicted, Cooper begins to feel things clearing up in his mind. He smiles as he puts on his green hat and waddles his way down the street back into the city. Instead of feeling sadness for the destruction, he feels like there is hope for redemption. Only time will tell if the city will be rebuilt or not.

Wet Dreams May Come - Part 5 by F_R_Eaky Part 1: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/2388-wet-dreams-may-come-part-1/ Part 2: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/2402-wet-dreams-may-come-part-2/ Part 3: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/2407-wet-dreams-may-come-part-3/ Part 4: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/2419-wet-dreams-may-come-part-4/ Somehow Devon had managed to drag himself in slightly early this day, which he thought was a good thing. He really didn't want to confront anyone if it could be helped. However that wish was not to be his today. Soon he could feel the presence of several people standing behind him as he sat at his desk. Suddenly there was someone squatting next to him. "You see what I was telling you, sir." "My god, Wiltshire, you look like death warmed over!" Devon turned his head and Mr. Coalfax became startled and did a knee jerk reaction flinching backwards. "Devon!....." "I'm sorry, sir. I know I look a little rough." "A little rough?!? I've seen thousand year old mummies at the British Museum that look better than you right now! Your eyes are so sunken in, and they've got more bags underneath them than the ceiling of Heathrow Airport! What is wrong with you, man?" "I'm not sure.... not been able to get a good night's sleep the last four nights, sir." "Van der Voss, take him into my office, as quietly as possible." "Yes, sir." Charles came up behind Devon, trying to whisper words of comfort to him as he helped escort and nearly carry Devon into Mr. Coalfax's office. After waiting for a few minutes, Mr. Coalfax came in with a bottle in his hand that he was shaking vigorously. He sat it down in front of Devon. "Here, you look like you could use a pick me up. This is a sports drink made for a workout. I'm no doctor and I can't guarentee that it'll help you but...bloody hell, Devon. You need some help! You look worse than the day after you came back from holiday, that was supposed to breath some fresh air into you. Now, you look like you're on death's door. Now look... I know you like to work, you do a damn fine job, sometimes too good of job, that's why I don't want to lose you, and the world doesn't need to lose a fine example of a man like you too soon, neither. "You've already done a week's worth of work, so I'm going to give you a personal order from me to you. Go home. Go home, try and get a nap first. At around one or two in the afternoon if no nap has come, go see a doctor. Between that hip injury the other day and lack of sleep you'll put yourself in an early grave, if you don't get some kind of medical attention. And I won't take no for an answer on this. You sneak home at lunch. I'll punch your card for today and tomorrow, so you still get paid. See a doctor, and show me the receipts for the visit on Monday and tell me what he said. We'll see if we can work an emergency medical leave for you then if that is needed. Alright?" "Yes, sir." Devon left at lunch, stopping by the hospital on his way home. He didn't hardly need to do a thing; they thought he looked bad, too. After every test showing negative, a doctor gave him a perscription for some sleeping pills and declared his condition to be exhaustion due to lack of sleep. He was scheduled for other studies later to hopefully discover what the cause was for his lack of sleep, but Devon knew exactly what it was -his very own home. Arriving home late in the afternoon, Devon was so exhausted, he didn't care about eating, taking a shower, or changing out of his clothes. He didn't even care about his bedroom. He pop two sleeping pills in his mouth, stuck his head under the kitchen sink faucet and swallowed the pills down after sucking water from the tap. He then fumbled his way to the living room, after grabbing a blanket in the hall closet. He crawled onto the couch, pulled the covers over his body and that was all he remembers. He fell deep alseep fast. ******************************************************************* It was around ten or ten-thirty in the evening when he woke up. There was a large clap of thunder and several flashes of lightning happening. Devon thought this odd as he didn't remember the weather forcast calling for rain tonight. Squinting through the darkness, he thought he might fumble his way to his actual bed in his bedroom, when his eyes caught a flicker of light that was too small to be the ligthning. Something that was the size of the lightning bugs came flitting to and fro from around the hall and flew right on up to his face. Devon leapt back on to the couch. The bug had a face - a humanesque face! The little insect flew up again to Devon's eyes and he stared hard at it this time, forcing himself not to blink. It was a little man.... it was a male fairy. He was shirtless, with a little flower cap on his head, and a pair of brown pants made from...from... something. He had a pained expression on his face and his arms were clutching his stomach. It looked as if he was trying to say something to Devon, but just couldn't make his voice loud enough. Flitting back a bit from Devon to the center of the living room, the little fairy seemed to be losing his glow, as if he were running out of magical power. The glow was bright, then faded, bright, then faded again. The wind outside whipped up harder and stronger, it howled something fierce. In the accompanying flashes of lightning it seemed there was a visual trick being played. The little fairy suddenly blew up in size, like an enlarged copy from a copy machine. Then he went back to his tiny size. Insect size, bird size, insect size, bird size, cat size, bird size, cat size, dog size, cat size, dog size, child size, dog size, child size, teenager size, child size, teenager size. Devon pushed himself into the back of his couch as hard as he could, watching this flashing display of size, and then wondering what was before him as he saw the adolescent sized young man standing before him in his living room. It was like seeing a brownie version of Peter Pan: a slightly tall, thin, spritely young man in pair of earth brown pants and shoes, with a hat made out of a flower on his head covered with bushy, wind-swept hair. He was cute looking sprite, but Devon wasn't sure at all what to think or make of this. But then suddenly there was a ghostly form walking towards the fey - the form of Adam! He walked around the now gigantic, for a fairy, fey and then began to hover and swirl round and round him until he disipated and the fey began to glow a bit. Devon studied him during this bit and then his eyes began to widen in surprise and shock. The feys frame began to broaden a bit, his jawline got a little squarer, fuller, his arms and legs and neck and chest all got a little thicker, but not with muscle or fat. No, the fey's bones were thickening, becoming denser, stronger. He was developing the same kind of bone structure and build that Adam had, but that wouldn't stay the same for long. Devon nearly yelped as another misty looking figure entered the room and began to circle, then swirl around the fey. This time it was Dafydd. When the flash was done and the mistly form of Dafydd was gone, the fey began to rise up higher and higher, but he wasn't flying this time. No his feet were firmly planted on the floor and they were beginning to bust his shoes in every direction. Devon stared down at the floor when he began to hear the rips and tears of the fairy-man's shoes and he watched the fey's feet come bursting out of the footwear and spread across the floor further and wider, farther and thicker, growing and growing to fill up half a tile, a full tile, a tile and half, possibly more. Then the pants hem began to rise up and up and up, the hat began to shrink on top of the fey's rising head, as the fey began to grow taller and taller and taller.... four foot, five foot, six foot, seven foot, seven one, seven two, seven three.... But as Devon sat in awe wondering if the fey was going to actually match Dafydd in height, another mist figure came lumbering into the room, did it's dance and flash and became one with the giant creature in the center of the living room. It was the form of Parker. The man-fey's body began to stand up straighter, his back flare out broader, his legs began to form a much wider and wider stance. Rising up on the balls of his feet, he began to exercise his calves that were blowing up like balloons into two huge, pulsing balls, diamonds, hearts, so thick with power and strength. Then cables seemed to fly out from those calves attaching to the back of the thighs, becoming taught, tight, full, and very chord like. This in turn cause the back of his thighs to bulge and swell out. The man-fey began to moan and cry, his voice getting deeper and richer as he continue to grow taller and broader. Finally the man's thighs began to blow up in the front froming more and more fully swollen tear drop shapes that caused what was left of his pants to become form fitting, painted on, stretched see through fibers, finally snapping here and there and just bursting apart, shattering, if one could say fabric does that. Once done with the legs of the pants, his butt began to bubble out and firm up more and more, fuller and thicker, rounder and higher, until the whole back ripped to shreds and the only part left of the man's pants was his crotch. But Devon didn't stare at the man's crotch to see what it would do. He was far to busy watching the man bed and twist at the waist, as if he were doing crunches while standing up. Yet as he did so his obliques and abdomen muscles just suddenly popped into crystal clear view, making a rolling popping sound like somone driving a tire over a sheet of bubble wrap. The more he bent, the more defined his waist and abs became. Eventually the twisting and turning became nothing more than bending forward and backwards as the mans lats, back, shoulders, and traps began to morph and grow, swell and rise, broaden and thicken. Lurch forward - bend backward: there was some sides to grab a hold of. Forward-backward: there was most definitely the start of a good V shape. CRUNCH! BEND BACK! Now there was some kind of monstrous V shape going on. LURCH! BEND! No it was W shape. FORWARD AND BACK- it was a thick monstrous bracket shape that defied normal human form. Suddenly the man stumbled back a little bit as he stood up as if trying to throw out his chest and he began to breath deeply...deeper...Deeper.... DEEEEEEEPER..... huuuuu-hoooooo his chest filled out a bit. huuuuuu-hooooooo his chest filled out more and his nips appeared to hang slightly lower. huuuuuu-hooooooo two cresents began to appear above his abs. huuuuuuu-hooooooo the upper parts of the pectorals joined in swelling with the rest of the chest and now there was two decent sized platters upon the man's torso. huuuuuuuu-hooooooo the chest inflated even more become large serving sized platters one could place whole sides of beef upon. huuuuuu-hooooooo The man's chest spread out wider, barreled out further, his nipples moved down further. huuuuuuu-hooooooooo the nipples moved to point downward now, growing in size and length, becoming full and hard, the man's pecs looking like two enormous stuffed pillows, albeit firm memory mattress core ones. huuuuu-hoooooo individual striations appeared, veins began to run criss-cross across two massive globes. Now the man's arms began to shake and quiver as he brought them up and began to flex them, left, right, together, left-right-together. The forearms bunched and squirmed, inflated and grew, begining to look like two large pillow cases full of snakes writhing round and round as they became so incredibly full and dense. The man's triceps began to fill out and hang, longer, larger, thicker, fuller, obtaining the horseshoe shape, pressing into the lats shoving in a battle for room. While up on the top part the upper arm began to swell and grow, the biceps inflating to a hand ball....flex....a base ball....flex....a soft ball....flex....a football....flex....a soccer ball....flex....a bowling ball.....flex.... a bowling ball with a split top....flex...a mountainous double peaked bicep that threatened to rise to high it would collect snow! And as the man's neck began to swell and thicken, grow and widen, then next of the foggy apparitions came in and swirled around him. This time it was Cristobal. The man suddenly stood there glassy-eyed with a slight smirk upon his face, his head snapped back and his eyes rolled back in his head. He began a long, slow, drawn out moan, and as it began his cock began to throb, bob, and suddenly ooze out more and more and more from the man's crotch. His balls began to inflate too, increasing in their size: walnuts, eggs, apples, grapefruits. As they got larger his body grew slightly larger too even thicker in muscularity, slightly taller in height, and his cock snaked out just that much more, making it look like the man had an actual hose attached to his groin. Then there was another flash as the ghostly form of George came round and became one with the man. As Devon watched the man's face began to get squarer, more firm, a man's jaw line. His hair on his head got thicker and thicker, his eyebrows got thick, but not overly so, his face developed a good days of stubble. He still had much of his angelic, near child-like features he had as a fairy, but there were no combined with the features of full adult, manly male. He was facially of the stuff models were made. From the five o'clock shadow on his cheeks, jaw, and chin, his hair made its way down and feathered in thick and rich all over his chest, down his abs, across his arms about midway down his upper arm and down over the top of his hands. Over his groin out across his thighs, over the knees and down the shins, calves, and feathering out to nothing just over the top of his feet. The hair on the top of this man's head came in thicker and fuller than Devon had even seen on anyone. It was a rich chestnut brown with highlights of blond streaked here and there, and it cascaded down to his shoulders. Suddenly the man's cock became fully erect and Devon nearly both crapped his pants and came full force from his cock seeing the size the man's monster python reached. But the man paid no notice to Devon and just suddenly ejaculated there on the spot without even touching his prick. One volley, two volley, three volley, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, fifteen, twenty, twenty-five volleys. Cum was everywhere soaking the carpet, spreading across the tiled floors... The man kind of came to, and began to walk forward a bit, stumbling, fumbling as if he weren't used to walking on legs, let alone ones as large and developed as there were so that he had to walk with a side kick step. Devon seeing where he was head, straight for the cum puddle on the tiled floor, got up and tried to push and divert him over and around. There was much stumbling and buming, ramming and jamming, a broken wall piece here, a dent of a door frame top there, but somehow Devon got the man stuffed into his bedroom. The man basically tripped into the bed - the mattress survived, the spings and the frame were broken all to hell. The man extended well beyond the mattress, but he didn't seem to care. Devon grabbed several blankets and tried to cover the man up. In return the man grabbed Devon, pulled him effortlessly close to him, where on he very groggily smiled and said, "Thank you." Then his arms collapsed, he drifted into deep slumber, and poor Devon looked around and figured what the hell. He pulled a blanket in close to him and then snuggled up to the man's chest and abs, drifting back to sleep.

Jeremiah awakens from his sleep and hears a knock on his apartment door. He looks down from his auburn-haired beefy chest to see if he is wearing his black boxers and luckily he is. He walks up to the door and peers through a crack to see who it is. He asks what the person wants and notices that they have a deep voice. He unlocks the door and opens it to see that it is his stepbrother. The man jumps into his arms as he is carried inside. He slams him down on the couch making the smaller guy laugh hysterically. Jeremiah tells him to calm down because he doesn’t need his neighbors to get the wrong impression. He stands over by his kitchenette since he is a little embarrassed that his stepbrother is there seeing him in his boxers. Brody smiles and says not to worry about it too much since he has seen half-naked guys before from his workout sessions. He informs his beefy brother that he needs to go see their father about the personal issue he is experiencing. He doesn’t want to get into it again with Brody, but he understands his brother’s concerns about his recent problems. ‘You know you can trust me Jere. I have a feeling you are not the only one with the ‘sudden lapses’ in time. I actually work out with a guy myself that has a similar problem.’ ‘Really? Does this guy talk about waking up in places he has never been to before because that is what happens with me?’ ‘Ummm…..well sort of yes. I have known him for several years, but he has sworn me to secrecy about our friendship. It is weird but I go along with it.’ ‘That is strange buddy. Are you sure you can trust him that much?’ ‘I think so, I know he is gay but I have showered with him before and nothing has happened. He isn’t exactly the type to pursue guys purely for sex or frankly anything of the sort.’ ‘Well okay, I just don’t want you to get into too much trouble then Brody.’ He tells Brody that he needs to get ready for the gym since he has woke him up a tad early, but that he can stick around for a bit if he wants. Brody admits that he had no idea how early it was and apologizes for the inconvenience. The nicely built brunette stands up to hug him tightly before Jeremiah picks him up to use him like a barbell. Brody makes a few nervous sounds before the beefy man puts him back down. ‘Why do you always do that to me Jere? You know that scares me a little bit.’ *the furry stud laughs* ‘Hehe because I know you hate it, but you know I love you bro. So why does our dad want to talk to me anyway?’ *goes to put his gym shorts on* Brody follows him into his room to sit in a chair not far from where Jeremiah is standing. The big man slides a tank on which hugs his hairy pecs quite well as his massive traps push it far enough up to expose his stomach which shows off his bottom two abs. Brody notices this and chuckles. ‘What? What are you looking at Brody? *looks down* Yeah I am aware that my abs are showing, but I love this tank, it feels like I am not wearing anything at all and I have to wear something or they will kick me out.’ ‘I know Jere, I have been told the same thing trust me. See my abs.’ *lifts shirt to flex his 8-pack* Jeremiah stares intensely at his stepbrother’s remarkable chest. The bottom part of each of his pecs have perfectly shaped nipples and are quite round. ‘Uhh wow Brody, it has been quite a while since I have seen your chest. You should go shirtless more often. You are telling me that this guy you work out with and take showers around does not harbor any feelings for you?’ Brody seems confused by this and appears to be thinking. ‘Well I don’t think he does. He has never said anything to me about it.’ ‘Buddy, you still haven’t told me what our dad wants to talk about.’ ‘Ohh yeah, I’m not sure. You know I don’t work there anymore so it could have something to do with the company. You will have to find out.’ ‘Alright, well I need to get going Brody. Want another hug?’ *puts arms out and smiles* ‘Hell no, I know what you would do. I will follow you out I guess.’ They both proceed out the apartment door and say goodbye to each other. Not long afterwards, Jeremiah is met by a neighbor who lives two doors down from him. This guy complains to him about the amount of noise that comes out of his apartment. Apparently the man could hear Jeremiah having sex with his boyfriend Glenn multiple times over a span of months because he keeps telling him this every time they talk. The conversation ends abruptly when Jeremiah tells him that he needs to get going. The man looks a bit annoyed but he can see that this is going nowhere and turns to go back inside his own apartment. As Jeremiah gets into the elevator, he hears someone from down the hall yelling at him to hold the doors open. He sticks his thick bulging calves out to keeps the doors from closing on him as a very thin man gets in with him and thanks him for his generosity. They start talking briefly as the elevator goes to the ground floor. The man seems a bit out of it. ‘You alright man, you seem out of sorts.’ The man looks up at Jeremiah and makes an odd face. ‘Ohh it is just this guy that lives on your floor won’t stop bugging me. He constantly wants to know what I am doing and likes to talk about his old football awards. I mean he is a decent guy and all, but I don’t really care all that much about what he did in his glory days.’ ‘Ohh I know who you are talking about. He is one of my neighbors. Bryan Amman. Yeah he bugs me a lot too, but mostly about my sex life.’ The man smiles a little as the elevator doors open. They walk through them and stop for a minute. ‘I notice you are dressed for the gym. Do you happen to work out at Universal down the street?’ ‘Why yes I do man, do you work out there?’ ‘I do actually, I was actually going there too, but Bryan wanted to have a chat here before I did. I live just down the street from here so I walked.’ ‘Well you could ride with me if you want, save you some gas.’ ‘Sure that sounds great. My name is Dale Figueroa by the way.’ ‘Mine is Jeremiah Hollis. Just follow me man.’ They reach the parking lot and get into Jeremiah’s car. As they strap their belts on, Dale turns his head to scan the big guy’s body slowly up and down. Jeremiah turns slightly and notices that he is being checked out by him and winks before bouncing his hairy pecs at him. ‘I see you like muscles man. Maybe I can give you a few pointers so you can get big like me.’ ‘That would be great Jeremiah. Sorry I am staring at your chest but it is so huge.’ The beefy stud smiles and starts to drive out the parking lot. Dale stares at the huge softball sized muscles sitting inside Jeremiah’s left arm. Knowing that he is getting stared at again, the beefy stud makes it jump a few times. Dale tries not to make it obvious that he likes what he sees but it is too late. He tries to hide the erection forming in his pants by placing his hands over top of it. Jeremiah continues to smile as he continues to look down the road and squeezes his biceps harder making the veins rise to the surface. He cocks his mouth to the side though and realizes that maybe he is not being fair to Dale. ‘Hehe I’m sorry man, I shouldn’t tease you like this since I am not your boyfriend or anything. We should be at the gym in just a few minutes.’ Dale can feel sweat starting to pour down his face and neck and goes to wipe it off with one of his hands. When he does, his cock is now quite visible in his shorts when he uncovers it. Jeremiah peeks over and makes a couple of moaning sounds but tries to hide the fact that he even saw it at all. Dale seems to be quite uncomfortable now and speaks. ‘Uhhh can you speed up a little bit Jeremiah, I am feeling a little sick to my stomach.’ ‘Ohh we should be there in a few minutes man, just hold on alright.’ Jeremiah speeds up a bit not knowing what Dale is going through and just wants to make sure the guy doesn’t throw up in his car or something. They manage to get there around the time Dale reaches down to grab his stomach. He pulls the passenger side door open in the gym parking lot and rushes over to the edge of where Jeremiah parked by the grass. The beefy driver sits there and looks over sort of dumbfounded as to why this perfectly calm man just became somewhat irrational. He opens his door and gets out slowly closing it before placing his huge arms on the top of the car. He watches Dale bend over facing the ground and let out a few groans. Then he decides to say something to him. ‘You alright man? Seriously, you were just fine a few minutes ago and now you are extremely sick for some reason. Should I call 911?’ ‘UHH NO! Don’t call anyone please Jeremiah. *puts his left arm out behind him to assure the big man that he will be okay* I just…..have to let this pass over okay. I get…..spells like this where my body just goes into spasms.’ Jeremiah seems confused by this and starts to walk towards the doors going into the gym, but not before he remembers to get his gym bag. He retrieves it from the backseat of his car and closes the door. When he goes over to shut the passenger side door, he hears Dale make a sound he hasn’t heard before. He turns and sees Dale standing up breathing heavily as strange sounds start coming from the man’s body. ‘Dale…..man you are freaking me out. I honestly don’t know what to…..’ Before he can get another word out, he watches the man’s back expanding as it stretches the shirt fabric to its limits. Dale stops groaning at this point and is instead very quiet. Jeremiah is in awe as he witnesses the man’s calves and legs growing in front of his eyes. Dale’s shorts are beginning to strain against his bigger ass as his glutes begin to stretch the seams to their limits. Jeremiah drops his gym bag and wonders what the hell is happening at this moment. He doesn’t say anything else and just continues to watch what is transpiring. He finally hears Dale make a few low grumbles before the back of his shirt shreds revealing thick back muscles that were nonexistent just a few minutes before. His shoes sound like rockets going off which scares the crap out of Jeremiah as he jumps backwards. The big man sees Dale’s growing feet make quick work of his socks too as they disintegrate. Dale’s huge shoulders and lats are tearing their way through the sides and top of his shirt as it quickly becomes tatters under the sheer size of the growing man’s upper body. Finally, Dale’s thick ass busts its way out the back taking out his underwear too. Jeremiah can hear him moaning now in a much deeper voice as several popping and swelling sounds are heard from the front. He can see the outline of Dale’s growing chest as he peers around from the side to see a nicely formed 8-pack protruding from the man’s abdomen. His growing pecs manage to rip the whole front of his shirt open before it falls to the ground. Dale reaches down and pulls his shorts off with just a few fingers as his big cock dangles between his legs. The remaining material from his underwear hangs lifeless from his midsection. The man’s arms begin popping loudly as Jeremiah’s pupils dilate watching both arms expand to nearly twice their size. The sounds and sights of swelling muscle makes the beefy stud lick his lips. After a few seconds, the man reaches down to give his cock a couple of tugs making it shoot a couple of clear streams of precum into the grass. Jeremiah feels his own cock jumping and leaking in his shorts as he reaches down to adjust it. The man finally turns around and smiles at him. He walks towards Jeremiah which makes the big man fall over in front of the gym doors. Surprisingly, no one from inside the gym comes out to check on them. When Dale finally does catch up to him, his cock relaxes a bit from the shock. ‘Hi there Jeremiah, I just wanted to personally thank you for driving me here. Of course I wasn’t planning on showing this side of myself out here in the open, but this will do I guess.’ The big man is not sure exactly what he means by this and tries to get up from the sidewalk. ‘Uhh what are you talking about Dale? I mean…..you look a lot different now. Your body is…..amazing and all but what the hell happened to you.’ ‘Well for one thing, I am not Dale I am Dalton. I would like to say that I am his sexier side. Anyway, I think I need some new clothes if I am going to go workout. Do you have anything I can wear in that bag of yours?’ *winks* Jeremiah grabs his gym bag and unzips it quickly to rummage through it. Dalton leans down and helps him. He finds a black jock strap and puts it on. Amazingly it fits his new frame as he stuffs his semi-erect cock inside the pouch. He is handed one of the hairy stud’s cutout tank tops and compression shorts. He slides the shorts on and pulls the tank over his head as it just floats in the wind barely hiding anything on his upper body. Jeremiah is still in absolute awe as to what he has just witnessed. He gets helped up by Dalton who puts his hand on the hairy man’s shoulder as they turn to walk inside the front door of the gym. After signing in at the front desk, Dalton turns to speak to Jeremiah. ‘I promise I will return these to you sometime soon buddy. I really need to start buying my gym gear before I let Dale take over again.’ ‘Uhh whatever man, you should probably keep those since I still have a few here myself. Besides it all seems to fit you well.’ The hairy man can’t help but to stare at Dalton’s granite glutes hugging his shorts. Even his crotch looks impressive in them. Several guys start looking at them from various areas of the gym which doesn’t go unnoticed from Dalton’s perspective. ‘Hmph, well I better get started then man. You should seriously join me after my workout tonight so we can get to know each other a little better. My boyfriend and I are in an open relationship so we don’t mind seeing other guys.’ Jeremiah seems a bit conflicted as to what he should say next. ‘Ummm well I have a boyfriend too but we are not open to seeing other guys at this point. I guess it can be beneficial to do that, but we are not ready at this time.’ ‘That is cool. I won’t hold you up then Jeremiah, thanks again for transporting me here.’ He puts his big hand out to shake the hairy stud’s which leads to a big bearhug. This surprises Jeremiah to the point that he nearly punches Dalton in the gut. The smooth muscleman laughs a little before rubbing the hairy stud’s back and shoulders slowly. Jeremiah tries to stop him and puts a little bit of distance between him and the smooth stud. ‘Okay okay enough man. You are making me really nervous. I will talk to you later.’ Dalton lets go and turns to walk over and start working out on the leg machines while Jeremiah moves over to the furthest area of the gym. He sits beside one of his close workout buddies Roman so they can start their routine. He doesn’t say a word to him about what transpired just a few minutes before. The cute dark-haired but well-built Israeli man shakes his head in disbelief. ‘About time you got here J, you are probably about thirty minutes late.’ ‘Yeah well I had to bring someone here with me. He is a weird one for sure, but we made it.’ ‘Hehe I won’t ask then, let’s get this show rolling along since I have already worked my arms over really good.’ He flexes his thick veiny cannons at Jeremiah which prompts the hairy stud to shove him lightly. ‘Well shit! I guess I will have to just catch up to you then. I’ll show you what a real man’s arms look like here in a little bit.’ The two studs continue cracking jokes at each other as the morning rolls on inside the gym. The place is bustling with sweaty bodies as they hope to capitalize on their hard work completely unaware of what happened in the parking lot just a few minutes beforehand.

‘Why are you calling me so late dad? I have to get up in a couple of hours to go workout. This is fucking bullshit.’ ‘You can’t talk to me like that Dale. I helped make you and I can talk to you any damn time of day I want. Besides you don’t want to get really upset now do you? You know what happens when you do.’ ‘I’m not that upset Keith. Seriously though, could this not wait until later today.’ ‘No, I want you to get back with your last boyfriend. He was a great influence on you and quite easy on the eyes too. He is the reason why you got into lifting in the first place. I’m sure he enjoyed it when your stronger half came out.’ Dale shrugs as he listens to his father talk to him. Then he rolls his eyes a few times. ‘What the hell are you talking about? Glenn had no idea about my other personality. He only knew me and loved me. You just want me to be that other guy because he is more sociable. I’m not getting back with him so you can stop talking now.’ Dale slams the phone down on the ground as he goes into the bathroom. He looks in the mirror and stares at his slim body. While he is in shape, he is in no way a huge guy. In many ways, he is a nerdy jock that occasionally wears glasses just for the heck of it because they make him feel comfortable. His dark colored hair and green eyes pretty much make him look no different than any other guy. His relationship with his ex, Glenn, is still pretty strong since they still talk quite often. His dad Keith grew fond of Glenn when they were dating. Dale’s dislike for his father grew only recently because he always tries to intrude on his life mainly because he wants his son to fulfill his destiny and let his inner beast come out. The small man has in fact let him out a couple of times before and even felt some of his other half’s emotions. Whenever these instances come about, he always wakes up in a strange place and even feels a little violated. He knows this other part of him goes by the name of Dallas because he has found pieces of paper in his favorite jacket with that name on them. After getting back into bed, Dale sleeps for a brief time before he gets up to go to the gym. He picks his phone up off the floor and slides it into his gym shorts. When he goes out to his car, he is greeted by one of his neighbors. ‘Hey there Dale, you are up extra early this morning aren’t you?’ Despite sighing a little, he answers the man. ‘Hi Bryan, yeah this is my back day, I need to get moving so I don’t miss my meeting later today.’ ‘Ohh alright, maybe we can talk later when you are not so pressed for time.’ ‘Goodbye Bryan.’ Dale’s neighbor is a beefy guy. He used to play football and only a few years ago had to stop because of his concussions. He has shown a real interest in Dale recently which he has noticed. As he gets into his car, he remembers that his brother Drew is supposed to meet him at the gym today. He quickly dials him up before he drives out of his driveway to see if he is on his way. ‘Hey Drew, are you coming down today?’ His brother answers enthusiastically. ‘Yeah dude, are you ready to get pumped up lol?’ Dale says with some reservation, ‘I suppose so, as much as I can.’ Drew tries to reassure him. ‘We all have to start somewhere Dale. You will get bigger in no time trust me.’ His brother Drew though has no idea that he is not normal. Somehow Drew avoided the shifts, but he did inherit the genetics. He grew at a very early age and was quite muscular by the time he entered high school. Before he was 17, he became a personal trainer and started his own training service right out of his own apartment. At this point, he was living on his own because he also didn’t like the way his dad was treating him. He tried to get Dale out of their dad’s custody, but failed several times, but he was always able to keep up with him. Keith finds Drew too boring to even bother with so they don’t talk at all. Dale loves his older brother quite a bit, but wants to keep his secret hidden. ‘I’ll be there in a little bit bro, I have to make a stop and then I will be ready to get pumped for sure.’ ‘Alright, I may get a few sets in then while I wait. I will talk to you soon Dale, goodbye little bro.’ They end their conversation as Dale starts up his vehicle and pulls out of his driveway. He gets another call on his Bluetooth not long after his chat with Drew. It is his dad Keith again but he tries to avoid answering. After several minutes of his dad dialing him he finally pushes the Bluetooth button on his steering wheel and his dad immediately starts talking to him. ‘You can try to ignore it all you want Dale, but you know that he will come out again soon. Oh and I think I have decided to try and pursue Glenn since you are ‘over’ him. What do you think about that?’ Dale stops the car at an intersection in the middle of the city and grips the steering wheel. His skin turns beet red as he begins to fume. His dad can hear him grumbling to himself as he continues to speak. ‘Ah ah now now boy, you don’t want to get really upset now do you? You never know what might happen as you grovel. I think that Glenn is a very sexy man that deserves to have someone service him the way he should be serviced. Maybe I will even show him my good side.’ Dale’s breathing increases as he attempts to compose himself, but not before he warns Keith. ‘You stay the fuck away from him Keith, DO YOU HEAR ME? Ahhh shit…..(feels pain moving throughout his body)…..what the fuck…..gawd…..(breathes heavier)……must calm…..down…..(feels it slowly dissipate)…..uhhh’ Keith laughs hysterically listening to Dale wince as he struggles to control his anger. ‘HA! You almost lost it there didn’t you? I don’t think I have ever changed because of anger myself, but with you who knows. That gift of yours could be very special Dale. You should embrace it fully.’ ‘I don’t want this ability. You know this and yet you keep trying to push me over the edge.’ Keith laughs again. ‘Ohh son, I know how to make you lose it trust me.’ Dale calms down slightly before uttering, ‘I’m hanging up on you now asshole.’ Keith answers sarcastically. ‘HA, fine boy. Just know this though, I will get Glenn, wine him and dine him, and then there won’t be anything you can do about it.’ Dale hangs up and feels his blood pressure building again. This time though there doesn’t seem to be anything stopping him from losing control. He feels his pulse racing as the sweat pours down his thin chest. ‘ACK SHIT! (feels something stirring inside him) GAWD NO…..NOT NOW NOT HERE…..FUCK WHAT IS GOING TO HAPPEN……(feels his body tense)……TO ME……(he can hear popping sounds)……DAMNIT…..’ Dale’s grip on the steering wheel is so tight that he breaks it as his hands start growing. The knuckles and fingers expand as a thick forest of hair begins to sprout up his forearms. ‘OH FUCK…..(intense popping and stretching sounds)…..I don’t think this is Dallas……(arms swelling)……it doesn’t (stretch)……quite AHH……feel the…..(seam pop)……same?’ Dale’s small arms begin to stretch bigger and wider as the muscles shred his t-shirt sleeves. He turns his head to see both biceps thicken to twice their size. The pain is so extreme they feel numb. ‘AHHHH…..(more pops)…..OH GAWD IT IS MOVING ALL THROUGH ME…..(crack)…..FUCK MY BACK…..(stretch)…..(voice changes)……SHIT…..HUH?.....OH SHIT…..’ Dale’s shirt strains before it shreds on both sides as his back grows rapidly making his seat creak. His seat belt snaps against his emerging shoulders and traps. He can feel himself rising in his seat now as his head begins to shift its position on his body. ‘UHHH…..(pop)…..my mind is getting fuzzy…..(unconscious)…..(reawakens)…..FUCK YEAH……(stretch)…..I FEEL FUCKING AMAZING!’ Dale’s personality disappears inside his growing body as his face begins to slightly change its appearance. His thin face thickens up as his facial hair begins to cover it with a nicely formed beard. His eyes change to a brownish hazel color as his hair thins out. His head stretches pulling itself wider as the muscles swell. He growls as he reaches down to rip his shirt off exposing his growing pecs which have begun to blow up. The small pancake shaped muscles are filling out rapidly swelling up to form huge balloon shaped muscles. His nipples nearly disappear underneath as they point towards his quads. His pec shelf finally reaches his chin before it stops expanding. His neck pops a few times as the veins blow up to twice their size. His abs reform to resemble small floor tiles as his chest heaves up and down profusely. He laughs hysterically as he feels his quads swelling up and pushing their way forward into the dashboard. He can no longer fit into his car as his ass raises him up towards the windshield. Before he nearly goes through the glass, he pushes his car door open and falls out. His shorts cling to the top of his quads as he gets up but not before his cock peers out from the side. His jock from inside makes a snapping sound as his ass breaks free from it. It falls to the ground as the giant mounds of muscle on his backside nearly rip the seams on the back of his shorts completely open. As cars honk all around him to get out of the way, he runs for the other side of the street while holding his ass in his ripped shorts. He smiles a bit as goes rushing down the sidewalk towards the gym. By the time he finally arrives there, he is dripping with sweat and a bit gassed from the trip. He goes inside and is met by the male receptionist standing at the front desk. They look quite surprised at the huge man standing in front of them. ‘WOW! Hello man. I don’t recall ever seeing you here before. Are you sure you have come to the right place? *looks over the desk and sees him holding his shorts while his arms flexes* And it also appears that your shorts are not the right size for you.’ The behemoth looks down and laughs a bit. ‘OH YEAH, you’re right. I keep forgetting that I have grown quite a bit since the last time I wore these. The damn things ripped on me in the back and now I have to hold my cheeks in. Actually, this is the right gym, I just haven’t been here for a few days.’ The receptionist seems a bit confused. ‘Uhhh I don’t recognize you at all. You are probably the biggest guy I have seen walk in here in probably uhh ever. What is your name so I can look it up on the logs?’ The hulk pauses for a few moments and then speaks. ‘Heh, it’s Dalton actually. Dalton Brennan. I will need another pair of shorts if you don’t mind showing me where they are.’ The receptionist doesn’t waste another second and motions for him to follow. ‘Okay follow me big man and I will get you another pair.’ Dalton winks back at him and trails close behind as other men in the gym start muttering to each other.

After admiring each other and having sex over and over again, both Asa and Norris start getting back into their routine again and don’t notice that they have a visitor that ventured into the gym without them noticing. The young guy probably in his early 20s is watching them both get off on each other while growing at the same time. He is standing close to the area around the reception desk and has his pants down to his knees. Norris finally sees him after getting a few more reps in on the leg machines and smiles sort of in a devious manner as he tries to sneak up on the young admirer. Asa is heard moaning on the other side of the gym as he gets an even bigger pump going from working out on the pec deck. The giant boulders sitting on his chest appear to be growing as his nipples stretch even bigger than before. He squeezes the apparatus to where his pecs meet as the veins pulse just under the skin making his cock leak uncontrollably on the floor. This makes the young man stroke his cock rapidly as he stays focused on Asa’s small growth cycle. Norris manages to grab the guy from behind and bends him over to shove his cock inside his hole. The guy squeals in pain as he tries to get away from the behemoth but is unsuccessful. Asa smiles as he witnesses the other two having sex and even eggs Norris on. His grunts as he plows the young guy get louder and louder as he gets closer to shooting his enormous load inside him. The reluctant bottom doesn’t know whether he likes it or not as he tries to bargain with Norris who won’t listen to him at all. The behemoth thrusts so hard that the reception desk begins to shake wildly as wood starts to split apart and things on the table and counter begin to crash to the ground. He roars as he fills the uncooperative young man’s body with spunk. The bottom stops moving about as he feels it pouring into his intestines. Norris loves the feeling so much that he continues to rock back and forth on the young guy. Asa makes a crazy sound as he tells his huge buddy to look at the other man. Within seconds, the young man starts growing as he muscles come out of nowhere and start to explode through his clothes. Stretching and popping sounds are heard coming from all over his body as he screams in pain. His voice gets noticeably lower with each shriek. Norris moans in ecstasy as he feels the young guy’s legs stretching and blowing up. His hole gets remarkably wider swallowing up the behemoth’s cock. His ass fills out and grows into giant balloons to accentuate his thick calves and wide quads. Norris watches as the man’s shirt shreds completely revealing a back that continues to stretch and spread its way further outward. The big man grabs his lats and feels them as they get thicker. He pumps the guy harder trying to cum again inside him just to see if he will grow bigger. He can see that the man’s arms are getting wider as the desk starts to buckle under his size. His scrawny biceps blow up into veiny pulsing boulders as the skin struggles to keep up with the growth. His forearms make quick work of the wood as they push all the way through it. The giant hoses move all the way up into his growing shoulders and neck. Norris feels his pecs heaving and stretching as they swell up and fill out to three times their original size. He squeezes them as they involuntarily bounce and the nipples drape downward toward the floor. His skinny waist thickens and develops strong obliques which lead to tile-like abdominals that seem to have grown out of nowhere. Perhaps the most impressive part of the man’s transformation is his cock which makes him moan wildly as it dribbles pre all over the ground. Norris can hear a pulling sound coming from it as the guy’s balls double in size and his cock lengthens several inches. The young man that entered the gym earlier is no longer the same guy. Norris looks at him in awe as the scrawny young guy punches the desk into bits and turns around to grab him and pull him out of his hole as he shoves his giant cock inside of him. The hulking brute starts grunting incredibly loud as he fucks Norris into submission. Asa stops what he is doing and waddles his way over to join them. The man’s eyes grow darker as he moans deeply seeing that the two of them are now in his sights. He pulls out of Norris and grabs Asa to plunge his cock into him now. Asa laughs hysterically as the giant starts to fuck him hard making him give in to his needs. He starts to play tongue hockey with Norris and the two men practically merge as the hulk moves back and forth on the two of them. He growls as he gets close to cumming and promptly worships both of them with his tongue and huge hands. They both moan uncontrollably as he busts load after load inside them making them feel like they are going to grow again. Before their bodies are able to commence another growth cycle though, the giant shoves his tongue down inside their huge cock slits and tries to maneuver the cum out. Both Asa and Norris try to stop him from stealing their power, but are unsuccessful as they feel the rush moving through their balls and into their shafts. He meshes the cocks together to catch the giant loads in his mouth. He roars in anticipation of the coming flood as his body gets more pumped. They scream as the cum pours out of their cockheads and down his waiting throat. He gulps the huge loads down and laughs as they are helpless in his massive arms. Each time they try to escape he pulls them closer to him and restrains them. They even attempt to bite him, but he gives them a fairly strong punch to put them in their places. As they finish cumming, he lets them go as they both fall to the ground hitting each other. He falls back a bit into where the reception desk used to be in the rubble. He looks like he is drunk with lust as the cum swells his gut up. He staggers a little bit as he looks down as his distended belly. The two gymrats on the ground stare up at him wondering what will happen now. He almost looks sick with a crazy look on his face. After what seems like several minutes, he smiles down at them and makes a menacing sound. He flexes his giant guns as his cock rises again like he wants to have more action with the two victims. They both try to jump up to get away from him as they rush for the doors leading outside. When they go to grab the handles, they fall off in their hands. They both yell in fright and stare at each other as they realize they can’t escape. When they turn back around they are stunned at what is commencing. The sounds of skin stretching and muscles growing are heard once again. The growing giant’s voice begins to grow even deeper than before as he gets taller and wider. They try to bust the windows out with their bodies and strength but are unsuccessful once again. The growing hulk is now starting to break through the back wall and ceiling with his growth as he tops 600 pounds and is over 9 feet tall. The ceiling tiles begin to drop down as the lights flicker and drywall coats the superhuman. It is at this point that they realize they won’t get out unless they figure out how to reverse this process. With the behemoth still in growth mode, they grab one of the Smith machines and sit it on top of his foot. It seems to have distracted him because his growth has stopped. They both look at each other as they start to grab other equipment and launch it at the giant. He falls to the ground and passes out as it appears the machines have a strange effect on humans. After watching the hulk fall over, they are shocked to see him shrink as the machines begin to swallow him up as he gets buried underneath. They quickly dig him out and notice that he has reverted back to his original size. In another shocking twist, both Asa and Norris are also reverting back to their previous sizes as their gargantuan muscles revert back to their normal sizes. They look at each other again in amazement as they realize they have destroyed the very equipment that made them giants in the first place. The small admirer was their downfall it seems, but the real question may be if they can get out of the gym. They both pick up the young man and drag him to the front of the building with them. They push with all of their might against the front doors as they open without much effort. As soon as they get out, they both rush to their truck and get in before driving off. The young man comes to and smiles as he looks up and sees them leaving.

Chapter 10 - Chicago Alpha's First Client Chad relaxed on his flight home knowing that for the first time in many months he'd be able to enjoy his home, his friends and not have to worry about auditioning anyone. His flight was rougher than normal due to some very bad storms. Otherwise it was uneventful except for an occasional glimpse of the handsome male flight attendant and his pronounced package as he past Chad more than several times. Chad was too worn and exhausted to do much about it this trip, although he did get the guys name and email on a card as he made his way to the restroom once during the flight. He opened all the windows as soon as he arrived home. He'd been away too long and really missed the fresh salty sea air. He unpacked hurriedly, stripped off his clothes and went out by his pool to bask in the afternoon sun. In no time he felt the tense business stress flow away, replaced by calm soothing warmth penetrating his naked body. He'd been on the road for several months with only a brief stop home now and then as time permitted. The web based communications world was a boon for his lifestyle as it enabled him to work and even to monitor his house while away. However, once home he realized he did indeed miss the real comforts of home and the physical contact with his friends. He spent several days simply relaxing by the pool and catching up with old friends at his local hangouts. He attended several parties and just let the system monitor everything else. He knew if there wasn't anything going on with his work that needed his attention or he would be notified by the system. He spent a bit of time now and then researching the internet, trying to track down Keith's broadcast of the encounter with Brian at the hotel. Several times he located a short clip or a frame or two saved as single images saved on various sites by individuals. But the full video file he was searching for was never found or it had always been removed just before he got to it. It seemed that someone was teasing him by dangling the frames in his path to find or they were monitoring his efforts and moving it around to keep him from finding the video. Either way, it was totally frustrating to him as he had exhausted all of his usual resources without finding so much as one concrete piece of data as to where the broadcast was sent or a full copy saved. Regular daily activities took over more and more of his time and prevented him from wasting time on his futile search for Keith and the video. The weeks went by quickly as he succumbed to all the simple things his life had to offer. Renewed friendships, trysts, and rendezvous’ make it easy to forget what day it was. He also spent considerable time brain storming with Doc about the glitch in the system that caused the unexplained happenings to Brian. Doc offered to casually meet Brian and examine him first hand, but Chad wanted to keep conditions 'normal' for awhile longer so that the variables didn't change too much. Limiting the environment could be helpful in further analysis of Brian. Doc had to agree and kept working on his end with the production and quality control of the cockring manufacturing aspects. Meanwhile Keith had kept himself busy fielding queries and requests for more information about the video of his encounter with Brian. Seems the live video had caught the eye of several commercial producers who have been after Keith for several years to be an actor in some professional videos. Some of them had even expressed interest in Brian too. Keith contacted Brian to be sure he would be okay with the new developments. Brian replied with a call to Keith. "Hey sexy. What's this video stuff all about? You finally going to give in and make one for those guys you told me about?" "Sort of. It's the same guys who contacted me several times before to do a movie. Like I had told you, I've always put them off saying I need to have a good connection with the guy to make it work out." Keith went on. "Well, they liked the live vid of us and wondered if I found that connection. Said the two of us really looked hot together." "Live Vid of us?" Brian panicked. "You never said anything." "I told you that if our connection worked out I wanted to take a vid of it. Thought it was okay with you?" "Shit, big difference between a making a vid and broadcasting it live. I wish you'd asked me first. What did they see?" "It was cool. Your face was almost always obscured or hidden by shadows, back of the head only, or in severe profile. No way that you would be recognizable." Keith said assuring. "Besides, all their emphasis was on my being able to totally take that fuckin monster cock of yours." "That’s a relief. But then why do you need anything from me?" "Well, some of them want to sell the vid. So I'll need your permission. It'll mean some extra income for you. Could be several thousand." "Can I see the vid first? Would like to make sure I'm sufficiently protected." Brian stated cautiously, although his exhibitionistic side already had his cock fully aroused. "Sure, I'll send you a copy right now. You need to know that they've expressed an interest in having you and your huge cock in some more scenes." "Cool, but as you know, I don't get much free time to play and it's got to be safe." "I'm sure that can be worked out. They can always have you as an extra standing around or stepping up to offer assistance. You've no idea how impressed they were by your muscular body. Plus you totally drove them crazy with your huge thick cock. You could be even be used as a cock double for some of stars who can't seem to keep it up for all the action in the shoots." "Well, I'd have to think about that. Sounds hot, if it’s done right. I got the vid you sent. I'll watch it and if it's okay, send you the release form tomorrow. Thanks for asking." "Cool Brian. I just wish I had the camera set up to record when you showed up at the arena. That was so hot. I know it would have made us even more money. You were so fuckin huge that day! Did you use a pump to make your cock extra large before you showed up or what?" "I've never used a pump. Just me, totally hard for you." Brian knew that the cock ring played a roll, but wasn't about to say anything about it to Keith. "Well, all I know is that I've never seen your cock that thick and long before. I know you're huge, but man you were a fuckin monster that time. I'll let them know once I get your release. If you decide not to give the permission, that's cool too. Hell, I've put them off for couple years now. It's just that I felt the connection with you, as you know, and I'd be proud to have you be the one in my first movie. Later stud... bye." Brian was totally aroused by what Keith said. The idea of being in a video with Keith was so wild. He jacked off as he watched the video. The whole deep throating scene got him so aroused that he signed the release even before he finished watching it. He quickly replayed it and shot off another load before sending the reply to Keith. Chad woke up one morning a few days later to a system alert. It was time for him to open up the new markets in New Orleans, Dallas and Chicago. He checked his appointment book on the computer which confirmed the task was due. "Shit, already that time." He remarked to himself. He logged into the system and began editing his website to make the new alpha males available on the system. He checked the gay web site that served as a front for his business. All three of the alpha males had logged in using the complementary membership ID's they'd been sent anonymously by him. They had created profiles, uploaded pictures and made some contacts already. "Nice, makes my job a lot easier when they provide their own profile data and use the web site before I put them into production." He copied and pasted some of their data and pictures onto his homepage and updated the announcement page to show the opening of the new markets. The three new alpha males; Dante in New Orleans, Garth in Dallas, and Eric in Chicago would all find themselves extra busy very soon. He also checked his systems private area on the site while he was logged in. "Nice, very nice. Profits are already up for the quarter and meeting all projections. Membership has tripled since opening the south eastern markets." He was pleased with the profits and that his marketing plan was working out so well. He prepared an email to Doc with the details. He also informed him about the live video Keith made with Brian and, finally, that he'd made no progress as yet on the potential glitch in the system. Chad established his site when he was in high school and made enhancements and upgraded functionality as profits increased. Being the web master of the site, members contacted him with suggestions and questions all the time. This helped him to improve the site and keep it growing and profitable. His college education was mostly financed by his web site. During his years at MIT, a high number of queries and comments sent into the website for one basic topic. It was a large group of bottoms who wanted to connect safely with tops. They basically wanted some combination of several things. Some felt insecure with their expected submissive role that was usually expected of bottoms and wanted more control. Others sought a means to engage hot alpha males and ensure all their needs were fulfilled versus a quick encounter. Still others wanted to take full control during sex with men physically larger than themselves. All wanted to know if anyone had any answers to these situations. Chad quickly recognized that he too had similar desires and a solution could be very profitable. Chad was already working as a research assistant on classified projects designed to remotely control insects. They were attached with micro cameras, transmitters and sensors to become electronic bugs used by the military and law enforcement. It wasn't much of a stretch to imagine adapting some of these technologies toward a solution. It took most of his years in graduate school to perfect his cockring technology. The same technology he used today. The set up costs to develop and manufacture the cockrings was beyond his capabilities and that was when Doc came into the picture. He had the resources and connections to get the manufacturing done. Without Doc the whole business plan would be a bust as no cockring alpha studs would be available, connected or controlled. The special invitation to Alpha STUDS service was marketed directly to registered members in the specific market area. STUDS or Submissive, Temporarily Unconstrained, and Dominated Subjects. The offer indicated the service essentially provided the client with alpha males who were temporarily unconstrained and dominated by sex needs and submissive to the client’s desires during a prescribed sexual encounter. As a STUDS subscriber you will have access to Alpha Males in key market areas across the US. The initial membership fee was set high enough to discourage those who weren't serious about using the service. The additional fee was base upon the requirements for the connection. A sliding scale that was negotiated when the member defined the activities. It promised a controlled experience, custom designed to their needs, with a satisfaction guarantee. They opened the first market, Washington DC, in February and added a new market area monthly for the first several months. Profits grew quickly as they added New York, Boston, and Charlotte markets and then the three south eastern markets a few months ago. He just hoped that the membership growth would continue for the three new areas. With a total of ten markets open he was just over half way toward completing this phase of his marketing plan. However, the delay in both Minneapolis and Seattle acquisitions were likely to cause him to miss his financial goal for next year unless he could find some way to accelerate the schedule. He checked on Brian's data and realized he'd come along well enough that the ID for the website could be sent out. That would help get him on his way toward production much sooner than the plan of early next year. Secretly he wanted to provide Brian additional opportunities with clients that would guarantee his option of monitoring and gathering additional data on the 'glitch' in the system. Also it would be fun to see if Brian uses his free membership and what he puts into his profile. "Dam! Someone wants Eric already. I knew he'd be in hot demand, but it's only been a few minutes." Chad reviewed Jerry's STUDS member profile and then he began to monitor the chat dialog in progress with Eric. <'going to be Chicago soon, would love to connect with hot top like you' >'that's me, total top, what are you looking for' <'want a man, not a boy to satisfy me' >'no problem there' <'just know I don't want a dump and go quickie, need to enjoy some quality time' >'you'll be satisfied, plenty' The arrangements were made and then Jerry sent in his STUDS form expressing his agenda of needs and wants for the evening. He wasn't sure how well a new STUDS Chicago alpha would work out, but the promise of his total satisfaction was worth the cost. Chad set the parameters into the system for Eric's meeting with Jerry. He entered the time and date of the event and made adjustments that would ensure Jerry enjoyed at least four hot fucking sessions during his evening as requested. Jerry was tired of men who promised an evening of hot sex only to blow one load and be done for the night. Like he told Eric, he wasn't into quickies. Chad knew that the system would make sure Eric delivered as promised, one way or another. Jerry arrived in Chicago and checked into the hotel. A quick email to Eric provided the room number. Then he jumped into the shower to clean up and get ready. He put on his sweats, gym shoes and a head band. "Looks like I'm ready for my trainer." He said to himself in the mirror as he lightly squeezed his dick. There was a knock at the door. "Who is it?" Jerry called out. "It’s your trainer, Eric." Jerry opens the door and in walked Eric with gym bag in hand. Wearing warm-up pants with snaps up the side, an unzipped warm up jacket over a string tank top that clearly revealed his powerful chest. His chiseled good looks drove Jerry wild and reminded him of a movie star. "Quaid, Dennis Quaid, that’s who you look like." Jerry blurted out as his heart pounded. He was quickly getting aroused with the images of what he and this stud were going to do. "Yeah I get that a lot. I need to do an evaluation on you first." Eric played his role very cool and professional. "Get those clothes off so I can see what I've got to work with." Jerry striped out of his sweats quickly and stands facing Eric. Eric produced a tape measure and began with the neck. He took a measurement and wrote it down on a form that had an outline of a mans body. Eric proceeded from head to toe until he had completed the form. Then he looked it over, made a couple of notes on it and eyed Jerry once more. "Not bad, not bad at all, I think I can help you out." Eric takes off his jacket and then his tank top. He reaches out and puts Jerry's hand on his shoulders. "Feel them." Jerry did as he was told. "Now my pecs." Jerry lowered his hands and felt the muscles flex beneath his palms. "You want to have a body like this?" "Yes, I do." Replied Jerry nervously. He wondered where this was going. He'd requested this role play but didn't get into details so it could play out as a surprise. Eric didn't show any sexual interest in Jerry. Instead he acted like a real trainer. Jerry's hand drifted lower across Eric’s abs which felt tight and firm. "You'll need to sign a release form before I can give you Personal Training. It's standard legal stuff." Eric twisted to pick it up from the table and hand it to Jerry. As he did, Jerry's hand deliberately slipped and brushed across Eric's groin. The cock inside felt so good. He yearned for it, moved his hand back quickly and tied to give it a light squeeze. "What the fuck do you think you're doing? Eric acted pissed. "You really want training or my dick?" Eric tossed the form on the floor. "I... I...just thought.." Jerry wasn't sure anymore if this was a real trainer or part of the role play. "That's what I thought; you guys are all the same. Just lookin to get fucked by a hot muscular stud." He pushes Jerry back onto the bed. Then grabs the waist band of his warm up pants and with one quick motion, the snaps pop as he rips them off revealing nothing underneath. His dick leaps to attention as he moves toward Jerry, who was just starting to sit up on the edge of the bed. Jerry opens his mouth and slowly sucks the warm dick deep inside. Inch by inch it disappears inside as Jerry's tongue performs its magic on the hard shaft. Eric begins to moan as his pleasure mounts. He pushes Jerry back, grabs his legs at the knee and swiftly puts them on his shoulders. He quickly applies some lube to his dick and slides it into Jerry's ready manhole. It didn't take more than half a dozen strokes before his cum shot wildly into the warm chamber. He roughly withdrew his still dripping dick, turned, walked into the bathroom and begins to shower himself clean. Jerry wasn't sure what just happened. This wasn't what he planned and he'd paid too much for the evening to be over all ready. He calls out to Eric. "You're not done are you?" "Dam right, you got what you wanted. Got me off even quicker than I thought you would. Hope you enjoyed it." Eric continued to soap up his chest. "I had hoped for a lot more than a quickie. I thought I made that clear to you." "Sorry dude, that's all I have, see." He turns showing his flaccid dick. "Totally spent." "I'm sure a man like you has more than one load for me." Taking Eric's dick in his hand and like magic it begins to quicken again. Rapidly getting even harder than the first time. "Not bad, not bad at all, I think I can help you out." He smirked as he threw Eric's words back at him. "Fuck! How'd you do that to me? Eric was truly shocked, thinking Jerry had worked some magic on him and totally unaware that the cockring was doing its job. He was so hard and horny that he wanted to fuck Jerry again. Jerry joined him in the shower as he continued to work over Eric's dick. Stroking it end to end as he kissed Eric all over. He was driving Eric wild, taking him to the edge and backing off time and again. Eric was stunned, he felt unusually helpless as if under a spell. "I've got to cum." Begged Eric. "Please, I need release." Jerry turned his back to Eric and braced his hand on the shower wall. "Now for your next exercise, let see how well you can pump off several long slow sets." He braced himself ready for what was about to come. Eric slowly entered Jerry's tight ass as the warm water pelted both their bodies. This time feeling every inch slowly as he pressed forward. It felt so good. "Man, it's never felt like this before. You feel so, hot." "It pays to take your time." Jerry was enjoying this slow penetration, knowing that he was in control. "Now, stud, feel my grip as you try and slowly withdraw your cock." Jerry gripped inside holding tightly and making it difficult for Eric to pull out." "FUCK!" Eric struggled. "I can't." "Oh yes, you can." Jerry released his grip. "Now do it again." They continued the slow insertion and gripping extraction time after time. Both were building quickly to the point of no return. The water was turning icy cold as their breathing became labored as their hearts beat rapidly. Jerry pulled away, turned and grabbed Eric's dick and squeezed it as his load surged forth. He continued to milk Eric until the pulsing subsided. They both finished up in the shower, taking turns soaping and washing each others bodies. They stepped out and dried off wrapping the towels around themselves. Once in the main room they sat on the edge of the bed as they had a drink and chatted a bit. Eric still couldn't figure out how Jerry had gotten him going again. Jerry skirted around the issue. He said he knew certain techniques that usually worked in these situations. "Well, I'm glad you did. That was so totally hot for me." "I'm enjoying it too." Jerry added. "I'm not done with you yet." "You're kidding right? You can't possibly expect me to perform again this qui ..." Eric stopped short of finishing his sentence as he felt his dick rapidly awakening. "I knew you had it in you." Jerry stated as he placed his hand on Eric's tenting towel. "This time I get to ride you." He pushed Eric onto his back and pulled open the towel as he tossed his own towel aside. Eric's dick stood at attention, pulsing and throbbing. Eric was already breathing harder. His emotions taken into high gear by his third erection in less than three hours. Jerry squatted over the stake and slowly lowered himself until just the head was inside. "Think you're ready for some more slow torture?" He toyed with Eric. "Fuck man, I don't know how long I can stand it." "How does this feel?" Jerry's ass slowly started undulating pulling Eric inside bit by bit. It was like his dick was slowly being sucked inside a machine. Devoured an inch at a time by Jerry's talented ass muscles. "Nooooooo, noooo, nooo, I can't stand it anymore. I feel so helpless under your control." "You're doing great stud." "Noooo, I got to get relief! I can't take much more of this. You got to let me cum." "I don't got, to let you do anything." Jerry boldly stated in a commanding voice. "I'm the trainer in control now and you'll cum when I'm ready to let you." Jerry was feeling powerful. He knew now that the system was somehow assisting him. Making Eric submit to his control by feeling helpless beneath him. Eric was at the mercy of his raging sexual pleasure and desires. His dick truly controlled him at this point. His dick and the signals sent by the system through the cockring. Jerry was addicted to the pleasure he was receiving from the cock now deep up inside of him. He too longed for his climax as he began stroking his own hard on in rhythm to his riding Eric. Faster and faster he continued to jack himself off. Faster and faster he rode Eric. His leg muscles burned from the constant squatting motion, but he couldn't stop. He didn't want to stop. Jerry felt his cum well up inside of him, until he couldn't stand it any longer. His body tensed as his muscles tightened and his emotions erupted until in last gasp he shot his load all over Eric. When his muscles tightened that last time, so did his grip on Eric's dick which erupted deep inside of him. The two collapsed together totally exhausted and spent. It took them several minutes to recover any strength at all. Eric pulled Jerry close and the two kissed and caressed each other as they enjoyed what they both had experienced. "Well, I guess I'd best be on my way." Eric got up out of the bed and made his way to the bathroom to clean up once again. Jerry rolled over onto his stomach and watched the reflection of the powerful man in the mirror cleaning himself up at the sink. I don't know how STUDS was doing it, but so far it is making this night everything I had specified. Then he suddenly remembers that meant there was one more erection left before Eric would be done. "No fucking way!" Eric cursed as he made his way back to the bed. "Look, I'm fucking hard again. What the hell is going on?" "I wanted you again." Jerry said teasingly as he raised his ass up. "You're not kidding, are you? How the hell did you know?" "It was just part of my plan for a perfect evening." Jerry smirked, pleased that he was actually going to get everything he wanted. Eric slowly entered Jerry's hot ass the way he had just learned from his new Trainer. He knew just how to please his bottom and didn't want it any other way. Somehow he knew Jerry was in control and pleasing him totally was the only way that he'd get relief himself. "Man, that ass of yours has such a power over my dick." "That it does my friend, and it loves what you're doing." "Fuck, it feels so tight inside. I can feel you gripping inch by inch. It's so erotic. I never realize how hot it can be." "Now you know how to please your master." Jerry realized he may have slipped up using that term. "Master?" Eric repeated questioningly. "Guess the roles have kind of been reversed ever since I pumped that first load into you so quickly." "You learn quickly, Eric. That's good." Jerry loved the sense of power he had over such a hot, top stud. He was master; the top was slave, what a nice twist. He knew he wanted to do this again. Only next time he'd have even far grander plans in store. "Ugh... Sir, may I cum now?" Eric played up the slave role. "You'd better or I'll keep you here all night." Jerry fired back, half joking as he himself was getting a bit raw from all the action. But, oh, it felt so good. Eric pulled out shooting his load all over Jerry's back and Jerry shot yet another load onto the bed before collapsing in exhaustive relief. They both cleaned up and agreed to meet up again, next time he was in town. Eric finally left feeling totally exhilarated at the entire experience. He didn't have a clue that this connection was any different from any other he'd been involved in. However, he did realize that he had more erotic fun than usual, learned a lot from his experience with Jerry and enjoyed it all. The next morning Jerry logged into the website and completed his satisfaction survey as required to maintain his membership. He indicated he was 100% satisfied with the service and the evening fulfilling his request. He then used the comments section to praise Eric and to request information about the locations were other alpha males were available. With all the traveling his job demanded he hope for more intense pleasure. He was startled to receive an almost instant replay that indicated the locations of all the current cities where services were available. He didn't travel often to most of them but the last entry in the list caught his eye. Minneapolis was listed as available after the first of the year. His cock leaped at the prospect. He had regular monthly business in Minneapolis.

Norris lived in the country for years and frequented a local run-down gym he loved so much he would have bought stakes in it probably. Unfortunately, the economy took its toll on it since the memberships dried up. It ended up closing and it left him without a place to pump iron on a daily basis. He was beginning to make huge gains there too, but alas he was left stranded. His friend, Asa, went searching for another gym close to them that could have the same type of appeal and thinks that maybe he has found one. He tells him to prepare for the neighborhood though because it will surprise him. He is alarmed at the size of the men coming out of this gym and can't help but to feel great about his chances of liking it. He enters the lobby and sees how rusty and run down it is. Some guys at that moment would have turned around and left, but this is exactly what he is looking for. Asa has a similar way of thinking so they both decide to go and look around. A manager gives them both a tour and it doesn't take long for the two gymrats to sign on the dotted line to join. Instead of going back to their apartment to get their gear which is several miles from the gym, they decide to just wing it and take their shirts off and to start pumping some iron. They go to different parts of the gym so they can focus on different routines. Norris places the same amount of plates on the bar that he always did at the other gym and starts repping the weight. The sound of the weights gets him so hyped up and he does another set. He notices that his brain gets quite stimulated when he pushes the weight up and down onto his chest. He feels his pecs swell larger the more he reps. He finds this intriguing so he goes over to do some dumbbell curls and they pump up higher too. He squeezes each dumbbell and watches the biceps grow into huge softballs. It gets his cock excited to the point that he can feel his balls filling up with cum. He can’t believe how much gratification he is getting from each part of his routine. Normally, he would only work one or two body parts per day, but this place makes him want to work all of them. He decides to go work legs next. He moans as he attempts leg lifts as his quads grow bigger with each set. His quads now appear to be pushing his shorts up to his waist. His cock is beginning to snake its way out of his shorts. He looks over in the corner where Asa is working out and sees the same thing happening to him. His back is wider and his butt is pushing its way out of his pants. He turns around as Norris’s eyes go straight to his massive chest, where he is met with enormous pecs with huge silver dollar nipples. He rubs the thick body hair sitting on them. He grins as he sees him looking and starts licking his lips. He motions for him to come over and help him with something. It is fairly late so it is just the two of them in the gym. Norris takes his shorts off to expose his new foot long which dangles hard in front of him. Asa follows suit as his 10-incher also dangles. Both men start stroking each other and licking each other’s growing muscles. Asa’s tongue travels its way down to Norris’s thickly muscled hairy abs before finding his wet cock. It has been dribbling its goo all over a bench in front of him. He slowly licks the side of his foot long and is working his way up to the head. He moans in his deep manly voice as he puts his hands behind Asa’s head to move down on him. He gulps down on his mammoth member before pushing it all the way in. Norris can feel Asa’s rod leaking heavily on his feet now. He quickly shoots ropes of cum down his eager gullet as it makes his servicer’s balls swell bigger making more additional cum for him. Norris pulls out of him and gets down on his knees to service Asa’s cock. He manages to go all the way down too as he sucks vigorously. His enormous amount of seed goes down without a hitch as his energy level goes through the roof. The two growing studs can't help stop thinking about throwing around more weight on all the racks and machines. Norris goes back to the other side of the gym still nude with his hard-on and starts doing reps on the pec deck. He feels the muscle fibers in both pecs stretching the skin and slowly filling up the space between him and the arms on the machine. He is so jacked up that his giant cock is oozing its spunk onto the floor and his thick quads. Asa is putting every plate on the leg press and goes to pump out a few reps. Each individual rep is making his quads react in a way that he can hear the muscles contracting and expanding. His huge cock is lying on his slab shaped abs and spilling its jelly all over his bouncing pecs. He rubs his fingers in it and spreads it all over his chest making it look all greased up. He even takes a little bit and dribbles it on his tongue. He growls as he tastes the sweet and sourness of it. He gets up to go over to the Preacher machine to do a few curls. The instant he picks up the stacked bar, his veins and blood vessels swell and grow in size along with the muscles stretching his forearms. He grunts loudly and sexually as he pumps his arms up with each rep. His biceps are thicker and denser now than they were before. He is feeling amazing as a result and realizes that he is able to arch his back to the point that he lean down and lick the head of his engorged cock. He manages to stick the entire head in his mouth and starts sucking it putting himself close to the edge. He squeezes his aching balls while he does this to make them move. Norris can hear the sucking sound of his mouth on his cock and it makes him moan in his deep voice. Asa picks up the pace as he gets louder and the cum starts to leave his huge balls. He feels his load rushing into his mouth and stops moving to feel his balls contracting. The loud gulping sounds coming from Asa makes Norris want to cum too. He moves from the pec deck over to a Smith machine and starts doing lunges. This exercise makes him feel like he is stroking his cock as it bounces with every rep. As the barbell sits on his back, he feels his shoulders thicken up as back grows wider. His ass and quads start reacting to the exercise and it makes him have to readjust as they grow. His grunts get louder as he feels himself getting closer to the edge. Asa is watching this occur the entire time he is sitting across the gym. He knows that his training partner is getting ready to blow so he jumps up really quick to race over to him to catch his seed. He manages to find an area underneath Norris to catch whatever he loses. The standing lifter slows his pace down to make each lunge more erotic than the last. His loud moans make Asa growl as the anticipation makes his cock leak again. His thick neck grows wider as well as his throat to accommodate Norris’s massive cock which is going deeper inside. He is deep throating him now as he awaits the huge load. He does one last prolonged lunge to blast his load inside his stomach. The excitement makes Asa shoot another load spontaneously on to his own body. Rather than being spent though, the two giants feel as if they could do this forever. Their bodies never seem to run out of sperm since every load they shoot is thick and powerful. They have grown quite considerably since they walked into that gym. It doesn't seem like it will stop anytime soon either. Asa remains on the ground as Norris slowly pulls his cock out of his mouth. They smile at each other as the cum is still oozing out of their cockheads. They both eventually embrace and kiss each other. Without making any decisions about what to do next, they both look around the gym again and wonder if they should stop lifting. They turn to look back at each other and just wink. Part 2 is here: https://muscle-growth.org/topic/2353-gym-equipment-part-2-mystery-man-among-us/

Hello MG Forum, it's me again! Still not sure if this is the right forum, but I'm going to risk it. A bit of background first, I've been working on a muscle growth interactive story game where the player gets to create a character of his own choosing and then adventuring through a land devoted to muscle, growth, and all other manly things. As of now it's still an early WIP so a lot of things have yet to be implemented, but I need alpha testers to sieve through the gameplay for any game breaking bugs. There will be no technical expertise required, you just have to play it and report anything obviously wrong that goes wrong. I'm going to throw this out now - this game contains many furry features, I simply have no choice since the furry growth audience surpasses the regular one and I personally do not discriminate, muscle is muscle to me and that's really all that matters. You do not have to test this game if you do not like furry characters (there are/will be humans too!), but I'd greatly appreciate it if my inbox could be spared any hatemail. I'd also greatly appreciate it if any bugs could be reported in this thread so I can address them. One thing to note is that there will be plenty of links highlighted in a light red colour, these are not bugs, simply content that I have yet to implement, so don't report these! Online Gameplay Link : http://bit.ly/1sR4XeA Offline Download Link: http://bit.ly/1rAXmAo If you are given an error message right off the bat, please download the game and play it from any browser. That is all, Waffle out.

-I will post the whole story little by little to create some suspence. Sorry if there are mistakes, not clear things or not idiomatic expression, as I am not a native speaker. I hope you enjoy: This is a story of a skinny boy. His name was Paul. He was very short compared with the guys of his age and his skin was very pale. At school he was very good at science. He learned to build little machines and robots by himself. Machine design was his passion. On one occasion, after school, as he was walking next to a gym, three guys near the entrance, who looked very muscular, stared at him and started laughing. They shouted: -What an ugly boy you are! You are so little and skinny! Look at us! We are muscular and sexy! You are a loser nerd! You are hideous! Paul started crying and ran fast away. What they told him was awful. -How dare they!- shouted the boy. Paul remembered that on each of their T-shirts there was written one name: Carl, Chris and Christopher. -They must be their names- thought Paul. Carl was quite big, Chris was bigger and Christopher was huge. -Tomorrow I will take another path to avoid them- said he to himself. And so he did, but, while he was walking on the paviment, a car slew down beside him. They were the three guys of the previous day. -Look at you. You are hideous! See this guns? And they started flexing. Then they laughed very meanly and drove fast away. -What?!- said Paul. -How did they know I was going to be here?- asked the boy himself. -That's enough!- he exclaimed. -They cannot get away with this. They will pay for it!-. Paul thought up a plan to avenge himself. He worked hard for half an year and, while Carl, Chris and Christopher were going on mocking him and pumping their muscles, Paul's project came to an end. To be continued...