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Part 1&2 Part 3&4 Part 6 Part 7 Part 5: Steve pulled the rental car up to the frat house and dialed Jonas number again. It rang and rang then went to voicemail. “Where the hell are you?” Steve blurted into the phone. He got out of the car and made his way back to their room. Thinking he might find Jonas napping on the bed, he opened the door quietly. No one was there. Jonas’ bed was made up and Steve’s bed was stripped. “Crap, have to go move my laundry over to the dryer” He shook his head and wondered what was going on. Maybe Jonas was really pissed at him. He really hoped the whole argument would just blow over. Steve went down the hall and heard the door open. He saw Tony walking in. “Tony! Hey!” Startled, Tony looked up, ‘Oh…oh…Hi Steve” “What’s wrong you look like you just saw an alien or something…” “No…nothing’s wrong. Just a little tired and need to get back to my room, that’s all.” Tony passed Steve and headed towards his room, but Steve called after him, “Tony…you sure you’re all right?” Tony turned around, “Why?” “There’s a big rip in the back of your shirt. Actually you look a bit like you’ve been in a fight. Is someone picking on you?” Steve got a little angry thinking about this kid getting bullied. “No. I just….I was…getting out of my car…that trunk, you remember how heavy it was. Kind of embarrassing actually” Steve looked a bit confused, “Yeah, yeah, I guess. Go get some rest” Steve continued down to the basement to move his laundry over to the dryer. When he got there someone had already pulled his clothes out of the washer and tossed them on a bench, all wet and soggy. “Really?!” Steve stalked over and picked them up, they looked clean at least. He took his time picking through each item and when he was satisfied, he loaded them into the dryer. Soon he made his way back up stairs and as he passed Tony’s room, Tony was coming back out of it and stopped short when he saw Steve again. Tony was carrying an armload of folded clean clothes. Steve stopped him, “Tony, what’s going on? Where are you going with those clothes? School starts back up soon.” “Yeah, I know. I thought I would donate them to….” “Donate?” Steve shook his head, this wasn’t adding up. Tony didn’t donate stuff, he was a hoarder. “You haven’t heard from Jonas by any chance have you? He still isn’t answering his phone” Tony shook his head as Steve pulled his phone out of his pocket to try again. He dialed the number and waited when suddenly he heard an answering ring from behind Tony, whose eyes went wide. Steve hit “end call”. The ringing stopped. He hit dial again and the ringing resumed after a couple of seconds. “Why is Jonas’ phone in your room?” “Oh..he…he must’ve left it there when he went out…” Steve shoved passed Tony and pushed the door open. He looked around and didn’t see the phone anywhere in the open. Steve knelt down and looked under the bed, but no phone was there. Steve took out his own phone and dialed it again. The ringing came from Tony’s locked wardrobe. He slowly turned around and stared at Tony who had dropped his clothes on the floor. “What’s going on, here?” “I …I…ok. I saw that Jonas left his phone…he…he told me he didn’t want to talk to you because he thought you were acting like an asshole this morning.” “Didn’t want to talk to me?” An unexpected jolt of pain went through Steve when he heard this. “Yeah, he said you …well…I don’t want to get in the middle. I saw he left his phone on my bed so I picked it up to keep it safe” Steve sat slowly down on the bed, “But why? When I left he was asking me to …to…stay” “I really don’t know.” Steve felt depressed and crushed, “Maybe you can get it for me and I can give it back to him…maybe that will…” “I really don’t know if I should. He didn’t really want anything to do with you…” Steve felt another emotional punch to the gut. “Please. I need to try to make this right” Tony sighed dramatically and moved to unlock the wardrobe. “Why didn’t you tell me about this when I asked you this morning?” Tony paused “I wasn’t quite sure what to say. I’m sorry I wasn’t honest with you then.” Tony unlocked the door and reached for the phone but bumped a pair of New Balance that fell off a shelf to the floor at Steve’s feet. Steve recognized them at once. They were too big for Tony’s little size 6 feet. “These…these are Jonas’ shoes.” Steve rose off the bed. Tony whirled around and looked at him, panic in his face now. “He was really upset this morning….couldn’t even help me with….” “Are you telling me he forgot his shoes? Something isn’t right here.” He glared at Tony, “What the hell is going on?” A rush of anger went through Steve and he grabbed Tony by the shirt and slammed him against the wall and demanded again, “What the hell is going on?!” Steve pressed in an inch from Tony’s face and felt a surge go through him, but he was too angry to care. Tony stared as Steve’s face went through a spasm and he heard a pop like a thread giving way. Steve seemed to swell but was oblivious to it. Was he another one like Jonas? Steve suddenly released Tony, snarled and turned away. Tony gasped. Steve’s back seemed wider and his neck thicker but then they seemed to shrink. Maybe it was just an illusion, but …no. Tony almost smiled in spite of himself. The left shoulder seam had a split in it, small, but enough to indicate what had happened. Steve seemed completely unaware. Steve looked back at Tony who was now rubbing his chest nervously, “Where is Jonas? And don’t even think about lying to me anymore.” “Okay. I can explain everything. He really is fine. Just resting…you’ll see. Would you…like some tea? It’s very relaxing.” “Are you serious?!” He swore at Tony. Tony backed up a little and said nervously, “Just trying to be polite…” “Just start talking” “Jonas came to help me with my project. It is about the effects of radiation on mutations in certain animals. I can show you…” “Just keep talking for now” “Well he wanted…he wanted to…” “What? For crying out loud stop stuttering and speak or I will….” Steve suddenly couldn’t speak and could only grunt a few times. Tony noticed a huge struggle going on inside of him. After a moment, Steve seemed to regain control. Breathing hard he continued, “You tell me where Jonas is or take me there.” “I’m trying to tell you. When he saw what my topic was he became very excited and wanted to know more so I brought him someplace where he could find out.” “Take me there.” Tony smiled at him, “Are you sure? Jonas might not like it. You see I know things.” Steve grabbed Tony’s shirt again and jerked him towards the door, “Not as much as you might think. Now let’s get going.” He shoved Tony in front of him into the hallway. Tony let out a yell. The hallway was gone. It was replaced by cinderblock walls and, to Steve, a very familiar desk with a phone on it. Steve yelled into the air, “Damn it! Not now. Don’t do this to me whoever is screwing with me!” Tony turned to look at him, his face pale with horror, “What is…where….where are we?” Steve just glared at him, “You mean ‘When are we’?” Tony started to ask something but the door behind them opened and a large figure filled the frame. “Steve, keep quiet. I heard you yelling we can’t be discovered” Steve whirled around to see Jeff standing there with his shirt torn. It appeared he had started changing then changed back. “Who is ‘we’? Is that asshole Matt back there with you?” “No, he took off after our last encounter. I’m by myself. Or I was until you showed up. How do you keep doing that?” “I wish I knew” “Who is this?” Jeff gestured to Tony. “This is a little punk who is making life difficult for a lot of people. His name is Tony and he kidnapped your son.” Jeff looked confused this time. “I don’t have a son. At least that I know about.” “You will. You need to sit down so I can explain some things” Steve still held Tony by his shirt and thrust him at the desk. Jeff sat in the chair behind the desk. Steve first addressed Tony, “Well little boy, let me introduce you to the year 1958” Jeff interrupted, “59” “What?” “It’s 1959. Why is that such a big deal….wait a minute…are you guys….are you…..?” “From your future….2014 to be exact” Jeff went white, “Holy shit! How come you are back here?” “I don’t know. I’m trying to figure that out. I don’t even own a Delorean.” “A what?” Steve relaxed his grip a bit on Tony’s shirt and shifted to talk to him, “It’s a kind of a car….never mind. Jeff I need to talk with you. You have to get control of this because I know things that….” Tony lunged out of Steve’s grip and charged the door that Jeff had just come through, as fast as his pudgy legs would carry him. Steve moved to grab him but tripped on the corner of the desk, “Jeff grab him don’t let him leave” Jeff bolted up to help and Steve righted himself as the door slammed shut and they heard a lock click. “You can’t frighten me. I will never tell you where Jonas is. You are a bully and an asshole, Steve, just like Jonas said” Steve yelled at the door, “Tony I will find you and you won’t like it. I know this building better than you.” Steve turned to Jeff, “Do you have a key?” “I think. Wait I left it on the other desk down the hall” “If we both charge it can we break it down?” “This building is pretty old it shouldn’t take much. Let me try first and see what I can do.” Jeff rammed the door and it rattled a bit. He backed up and tried again. Steve could see the bulk of the young bodybuilder tense and rattle under the clothes. The sleeves and back had tears in them that showed Jeff sweating as he tried once more. “Jeff, were you able to start to change and then stop it?” Jeff paused for breath and turned to him, “I was trying. I was hoping I could stop before the clothes failed…” “Yeah that worked” Steve smiled. “But seriously you obviously stopped it.” “I didn’t think I was going to be able to do it. I was hiding here when I knew that I couldn’t hold back anymore. I don’t want to change in public. I can’t imagine how that would be. I don’t think Matt cares anymore.” He paused again to breathe “I felt the rush and tried to fight. I tried to think of anything else, but, “ he smiled at Steve, “you know how it feels. Then I heard you yell and I didn’t know who it was. Panic set in and it felt like a balloon popped or something and I just got smaller again. Hadn’t we better go after your friend?” “Yeah. I was just wondering because each time I’ve changed I’ve had no control at all. It’s like an animal takes over and it feels so good I just don’t want…ahhhhh” Jeff looked up to see Steve’s eyes turn white. “Steve you’d better fight this you don’t want your friend to see it. I managed to do it.” Steve had begun to swell and was close to the size of Jeff normally. The only problem was that Steve’s clothes were made for a smaller man. They stretched out with small tears appearing in the seams. Steve gasped , “I..I don’t think I can….you won’t be able to scare me” The collar of his shirt tore apart and thick traps rose up as his back widened out. Jeff yelled at him, “Ya gotta try dude!” Steve grunted as the back of his shirt tore apart revealing lats like massive wings spreading further apart. The front of his shirt was rent open and pectoral muscles spilled out. Steve turned to look at the door and as his skin changed to a deep green he charged it. The door blew off the hinge and a huge cloud of dust rose around the door way. In the dust was a large shadow that continued to swell while the sound of clothing popping and tearing ensued. With a loud roar, he yelled down the hallway, “Tony get back here you little runt!” Then the creature moved into the hallway. Jeff sighed and followed through the dust muttering to himself, “So much for keeping quiet” He tried to follow Steve down the hallway but he felt the inner tugging of his own creature stirring again. He tried to think of other things. Shortly he heard yelling from the room where the machine had been that had started all of this. He darted into the room and saw Steve holding Tony up by his feet. “Put me down. Whatever you are put me down.” The stench of urine reached Jeff’s nose and he realized it came from the kid in the air and he saw the dark stain on his jeans. “Steve, put him down. That won’t help anything.” The kid shrieked, ‘This is Steve????” The creature glared at Jeff who shrugged and said “Sorry, didn’t mean to blow your cover” Steve lowered Tony to the ground slowly still glaring at Jeff with distrust. “You are still puny” Jeff flexed an arm and then said, “I think I’m pretty good” Tony hit the floor and then scrambled to his feet. He tried to kick Steve’s leg. Jeff warned, “I wouldn’t do that kid” Steve suddenly yelled out, “NO! I….” loud cracking noises ensued and thick green fur appeared on his abdomen as he swelled even larger. Jeff looked at Tony, “Second wave kid, and he’s pissed. I would get out…of…the way” his voice dropped in pitch as he lost the battle with his own creature. He realized that his penis had gone instantly erect. In terror, Tony saw the other man’s eyes turn white and he began to swell. The man’s eyes glazed over and he smiled and grunted as the rips in his clothes spread even wider. Steve turned and smiled watching the little man become a playmate that was his own size. Jeff felt his back widen out and his butt fill in the remaining space in his pants. Steve’s dick was fully erect watching the muscular transformation in front of him. Tony was horrified at what appeared to be two monsters like Jonas was and he knew they hated him and he didn’t know what to do. Jeff finished the first phase of his transformation when the first explosion came. It sounded like it was from the front office then another explosion. Dust and debris rained down all around them. Jeff rumbled, “Bombs!” He felt the second surge begin. Steve looked at Tony and growled then lunged towards him. Tony shrieked as the creature fell over him, but there was no weight. The loudest and fiercest of explosions came then and Tony blacked out. When he opened his eyes he did feel a lot of weight. It was smothering him. It felt like a body. It was a body. He pushed hard and to his surprise the body rolled off. It was Steve, fully clothed and looking completely normal except that he was unconscious or….maybe…he was dead. Tony watched for a bit and saw Steve breathing. He was alive. But had Steve tried to save him from the falling bombs? Had this just been a weird hallucination? Maybe Steve tripped pushing him out the door and fell on him knocking them both out. That had to be it. Well, now he could take care of this other problem as well. He went back into his room and got more of the tranquilizer he used on Jonas. He injected Steve so he wouldn’t wake up then dragged him out to his car and laid him on the back seat. To be continued...

Last chapter in the series, started this a challenge set by DPhoenix to write something around a image he morphed. Was ages ago and I write slowly, sorry. Thanks to Greggrth for his help. --- Running through the hallways, Duncan's waist chaffed against the tightening speedo. He ran around the maze of the Spartan Wing trying to find his way back to him room, but his mind was muddled. Every time he tried to focus on remembering the walk from the room, his room number or even where he was; his thoughts would wonder and fill with dread. They wondered back to Ben and how it felt to blow a load with the boy's hands caressing his body. Back to Jake, a massive beast of raw power and pure muscle. Toby the chef and the endless gorge on food which had swollen his body and his gut. And the twins, tall and lean with every striation of muscle begging to be licked as they stood there in nothing by speedos. He snapped back out of it, 'what am I doing?' he asked himself. He tried to distract himself, keep his thoughts away from them; with page 3 models and Playboy cover girls, but the thoughts wondered back to the men who worked here. To the men who where just a short walk away. Walking was torture, as he looked down the speedo cut into his groin, digging into the skin around the waist the quads. Why were they shrinking? he thought then he caught his reflection in the window, it wasn't the speedos that were shrinking. Duncan's body continued swell, his frame gorged with muscle, his neck barely visible as his traps tried to swallow his head. Moving forward again, rushing back to his room, every step was accompanied by a tremor and the strained sounds of tearing. The pain growing as the fabric stretched and became tighter. He lent against the wall, propping himself up with a arm that cracked into the brick surface, the euphoria of growth sending his head spinning. Looking down the corridor the nearest door read S32, his room. Pushing himself off, his hands went through the stone surface, the wall crumbled around his bare feet. Shaking the dust off his arm, his swelling bicep slapped against the hard surface of pectorals that grew bigger with every passing second. He had realised then that he didn't have the swipe card on him, thinking back...the gym, it was in the pocket of the tattered remains of his jeans, shredded to threads and now a pile of rags near a bin somewhere no doubt. Could he force it open? Maybe push it enough to break the lock? Maybe smash the whole thing down? Then how he close it behind him? What am I thinking? All that aggression, damage and boastful display of power, it wasn't him. Fuck it, I'm locked out. A his hands rested on the wooden surface the door slowly swung open. He forgot to lock it in the first place. Rushing through, the wooden frame hit the outside of this pecs. Even hunched and ducking down face went into the top of the door frame. He still had no sense of his new size and power. Stepping back, he looked around the door frame and and himself, at least what he could see that wasn't blocked by the thick pecs and shoulders. One foot forward, he grabbed the top of the door frame on the other side, lowered his body, but twisted to go insides. Last time had to do something like this was squeezing through a chained up gate when he was twelve. Just like then his back and massive heaving chest where pressed tightly against the sliver of space, but he made it in anyway without too much damage. Duncan closed the door in a hurry and slammed the door behind him. Knocking over the dresser, it landed and cracked open against his calves and foot, he marched straight through the rubble, not even feeling a pinch of pain. He stood before the mirror, one more time, pinching himself to make sure it wasn't some dream or nightmare. He didn't wake up, before the mirror he saw himself, a massive hulk of ripped muscle and pulsing veins. His hands ran over his pecs again, succumbing to the joy of his new form a lapsing second, his cock twinged; hardening the speedo finally snapped, pinging off his skin it landed in a heap against the wall. He reached down to the python like meat, even has his hands had grown, he just about wrapped his fingers around the full width. Stroking it, he took his fingers right up to the tip, squeezing the head tightly between his finger and thumb, drawing out all the pre, thinking of the boys downstairs "Fuck!" he growled, he let go of himself, head in his hands, as he forced himself to think of anything else, the concentration sending a throbbing pain of a headache. He stormed forward, the gym bag he used to pack his belonging sat on the bed. Duncan drove his hand in. A knock at the door. "Hello?" he recognised the voice, "It's Ben, we were wondering if you were ok?" Duncan's hand rummaged through the bag desperately, "I'm..." he struggled to fight against the words, hard and horny, and struggled to invite him in,…"f-f-fine". "Because me and the boys-" "Boys?" Duncan fearfully questioned. "Yea, I'm here with Jake, Toby, Owen and Lewis" all of them?! Did I lock the door? "we were worried if you were ok after you left in a rush?" In the bag Duncan found his phone, thank fuck, lightly scrolling through he found the pics, ones downloaded offline along with some videos, and others sent by now ex-girlfriends. Flicking through them, he got no reaction, in fact he felt his cock soften in his hand. What the fuck, why aren't these working, they've always worked when... "Duncan?" came another voice from outside, they were still there, those four guys, he thought, feeling his hard on return. He looked at the shower, mind wondering, big enough-STOP IT. He flicked through the phone again, looking for more, maybe something else will work. Scrolling and scrolling, the phone crumbled his hand as his thumb pressed all the way through the flimsy glass and metal until he felt is press against his palm. "SHIT!" "Duncan?" they were just outside, his mind and imagination were running around, and thinking about the guys again his cock rose, harder and harder. Back to the breasts and wet pussies and he throbbing meat faded. He looked at the door as they knocked again. In the center, a handle to open and a latch to lock it. He had to clear his mind, keep his mind off it. He couldn't do it with them about. Handle to open, let them in, be gay, with guys, muscled guys, satisfy his growing cock. Latch to lock, keep them out, keep them away, get rid of this. He inched closer to the door. Open Or lock The door was in reach, all five of them, big, huge pumping, well endowed. But men. Open with handle Or lock with latch They knocked again, the large shower beaconing Duncan, with room for five more. He walked to the door, seeing the two pieces of metal. Handle. [8’8’’, 515 lbs, 4%, 14’’]

This was story DPhoenix has commissioned me to do. English wasn't his first language and asked me to write a story around his OC; Tasent, but I don't think he gave himself credit, he was creative and eloquent in writing fiction. Anyway here is part one. Thanks to Greggrth and his red pen. --- He left his bosses office more furious than he went in. He heard the quiet click as the door behind had slowly closed. As Tasent stepped out, he scanned the room. Everyone had got on with their work, in sea of white shirts, but a few, the small handful he was working with, tried to look up and gauge the outcome from his reaction. The boss just berated him for the best part of twenty minutes, the pure hypocrisy, being yelled at and abused about how he should and shouldn't speak to his co-workers. Aggressive and verbal, everything he criticised Tasent for having just done, and he was doing it himself. Speaking of co-workers; they still tried to sneak in a glance, at the corner of their crocked glasses or raising their heads above the cubicle. He didn't want to give them the satisfaction of an answer. He wanted to calmly walk out but the adrenaline was saturated in his veins. His muscles were ignited by the flowing streams of testosterone, he felt he could run through the tables and walls, knocking them all aside and into pieces as he escaped the grey and beige nightmare. But he didn't. He held back the urge and the rational part of his mind was thankful. He clenched his fist, one deep breath, and walked. He walked at a brisk pace, struggling against his commands the muscles in his legs pounded down the office space between cubicles. Reaching the door, he restrained his hands, so ready and powered to push the wood and glass panel off the hinges and cross the hall, but his mind was slowly taking back control. Gently he open the door and left. He wasn't fired, but he wasn't going to give the whole office the satisfaction of knowing their gossip mongers had got the wrong end of the stick. Charging into the men's bathroom he took a moment, slamming the door with him palm so hard the tiles the handle had hit, cracked against the wall. He honed his senses; that animal side of him which would scout for prey. No sound or sight of anyone else about, good, he thought. He paced up and down, blood still boiling and trying to suppress the urge to roar in anger, but that would only give in to the other co-workers; ‘the competition’, more ammunition. Roid rage, they’d accused, whispering quietly amongst them, and tarring Tasent's name with doubt and suspicion. He could see where that came from though. Two days away from the full moon, and he had a temper, an aggressive drive to hunt and conquer, even kill and harm, for hunger and for dominance, as a predator and an alpha male. In the mirror his shirt clung to his body as a second skin, as his body grew under the bright moon every night, everyone wouldn't wonder how he would come into the office the next day with an extra 30 pounds of muscle ready to burst out from beneath the stretched fabric. He took a moment to admire that, he tensed his pecs, seeing in the mirror the shirt strain and struggle to contain. He lent in close against the counter, taking a moment to enjoy the new mass, he tensed his body, flexing every muscle, seeing the shirt struggle as his pecs, shoulders and neck flared bigger. His fingers clamped tightly against the marble surface, the beast roaring and ready to roam.

As Justin just stands there in sheer awe, Cecil grabs him and shoves him on top of his cock. The smaller muscleman agonizes as the beefy giant’s cock stretches his hole wider. After finally getting all the way in, Cecil begins to pound Justin into oblivion. He yells in pain as he feels the aggressive top beginning to grow again. His 13” cock starts stretching him even further as Justin tries to stop him from fucking his ass, but he can’t do anything. At this point, he is close to passing out, but not before he notices Cecil moving them back to the puddle of precum. Justin screams to stop as he doesn’t want him to keep growing while he is inside him or he will kill him. It is at this point that the other giant, Garrett, awakens from his slumber and jumps to his feet as the ground shakes. He rushes over to try and pull Justin away from Cecil but he is now fighting with an even larger opponent. Cecil’s huge muscular frame continues to expand as he collapses into the pool of precum. Garrett yells in disgust at this as he sees the two huge men wallowing in it. The weight of the two men is too much for the floor as it falls in and takes them with it. Onlookers still in the warehouse begin to scatter as they feel the floor beginning to move under them. Garrett peers down into the new giant crater and can only see smoke billowing. He squints and can hear weird sounds coming from within. Once some of the smoke clears, he jumps back at what he sees. Cecil no longer looks remotely normal, but rather more like that green superhero. He fears that the hulk will not be able to control himself and starts to move away from the crater. His huge feet though combined with the unbalanced floor is beginning to make the whole warehouse unstable as he hears sirens going off and things falling in on their selves. Cecil is trying to climb out of the crater but is actually making the structure crack even more. Anyone remaining in the facility is picked up by Garrett as he goes racing out of the complex. He can see a fire starting to billow in the back of the warehouse as he hears the giant hulk roaring. He wonders if he should go back in there since he hasn’t seen Justin. He puts down his rescued workers and goes around the side of the facility to see where the fire is. When he gets there, he can hear Cecil inside. He manages to break through a wall and sees the hulk lying on the ground surrounded by flames. Before he can do anything else though, he hears the rafters above him give way and they fall on top of Cecil. He manages to turn back around and get out without being harmed. At this point, the warehouse is now becoming completely engulfed as the fire department arrives. Garrett knows he can’t stay there any longer or people will be hunting him down so he runs into the nearby forest. Within a few minutes, he finds a giant man sitting by a tree passed out but breathing. He goes over to him and tries to wake him up. He appears to be bruised up, but his body also looks like it has just been born. When he turns the giant’s head towards him, he realizes that it is Justin. He leans down to kiss him deeply in hopes of getting him to wake up. It works slightly as the huge brute mutters to himself as his cock awakens too. Garrett leans down to swallow up Justin’s foot long down his powerful throat and gulps. Justin moans loudly as his eyes open and he grabs Garrett’s head to force him to suck him. Despite gagging, the sucker feels comfortable with the huge cock down his throat and moves even faster tasting the pre pouring. Justin starts squirming as he feels a load moving up into his cock and roars in anticipation. Garrett knows it will be an enormous load since he just went through another transformation so he moans too. After a few more sucks, Justin unloads as he holds Garrett’s head on his cock as it fills his gut up with thick ropes of cum. The smaller hulk looks down and sees his gut protrude further outward and wonders if this will make him as big as his coworker. Once Justin finishes cumming, he lets go of Garrett as he falls over on the ground. The cum begins to dissipate inside him as the huge hulk along the tree smiles like he knows what will happen next. Garrett feels it working inside him as he grips the dirt beneath him and feels all of the muscle fibers from within his body swelling up. His already immense arms begin to grow further as he watches them become bigger than what his legs looked like originally. His chest swells to just under his chin as his legs part even further. He feels his cock bouncing furiously as it spews cum over and over again as it lengthens to over 15”. He yells in pain as his voice scares all of the birds in the trees away. Remarkably, his mind stays intact as he looks over at the smiling behemoth sitting along the tree. He crawls over to Justin and lays his head on his shoulder as he breathes heavy. Justin finally speaks and says that he doesn’t hate Cecil for what he did to him, but that he feared what happened to his mind. Garrett tells him that he thinks Cecil is dead as Justin admits that he saw the fire from where he was sitting. They begin to talk about what will happen next with their predicament. Justin tells Garrett that he has heard some unusual voices far off in the distance and thinks that they may not be alone. They agree that they can’t stay where they are very long because it is possible that someone will come looking for them. They decide to take turns keeping watch while the other one sleeps. Justin says he will keep watch first since he has already taken some sort of nap before Garrett got there. As a portion of the night passes, Justin wakes Garrett up to whisper that he hears the voices getting closer and to get the fuck up. As they try to rush away from their spot, Garrett notices that his cock is leaving a trail of pre on the ground and he tries to cover it up. Justin grabs him and tells him to stop fucking around and get moving. Once they get moving, they find the grassy area of the forest and try to disappear. The voices eventually end up where they were staying. The two hulks can see two equally large bodies from about 1000 feet away. The two behemoths in front of them keep walking towards where the warehouse once stood. All of the excitement from earlier in the evening is over as the fire department has already left and the entourage has dissipated. They wonder who these two men are and why they would risk being out in the open. Garrett tries to convince Justin that these two guys may know how something like this would happen, but Justin tells him that he is crazy for wanting to approach them. After a few more minutes of debating, Garrett agrees with him and they turn to move further into the forest. As the dawn approaches, they find an open area. Justin tells Garrett that this is too risky to wade through because there could be someone lurking around waiting to possibly catch them or something. Garrett is willing to risk it though and starts walking ahead of him. Justin can see a shadow in the trees on the left and can’t make a sound as he gets on the ground. His big buddy has no idea and continues to tread on. Before he is aware of the other big hulk, they run towards him and punch him in the head. Garrett falls to the ground as the big man in what appears to be a lab coat turns him over to part his lips. Justin looks on as he sees the giant pull out a test tube with a yellowish fluid in it. He pops the cap off of it and pours the contents into Garrett’s mouth. The giant man just sits there as if he is waiting for something to happen and starts talking to himself. Justin tries to listen to his words, but needs to move in closer to hear them so he gets up from his position. The man can hear him and jumps up to defend himself. Justin stops and cocks his head as the man smiles at him. ‘Hello there big man, I am guessing this is your friend,’ he says to him. ‘What have you done to him? What is that stuff?’ The man in the coat just laughs and opens his coat to reveal his giant muscles to Justin. At this point, the concerned giant is unimpressed by the doctor’s body since he has seen a couple of them already. The man stops smiling and realizes that he isn’t the first or second one he has seen. He comes towards Justin and demands to know where one in particular has gone. Justin doesn’t utter a single word to him which makes the man even angrier as he starts to fight him. He knocks the man down and starts to drag Garrett through the grass as the doctor begins chasing them through the field. Garrett mutters a few words but Justin can’t stop to listen to them because he is too busy trying to get away from the doctor. Despite the fact that he doesn’t want to leave Garrett, he lets him go and disappears into the forest again. The doctor follows closely behind as the sun shines brightly above them.

The Manchester Trial DISCLAIMER: Since I'm not an english native speaker, this is the very first story I upload on the internet. As such, I believe it's far from being perfect but I truly want to give it a try, to see if some peoples might share - and maybe enjoy - my fantasies. I would greatly appreciate feedback, of any kind. SUMMARY: Mr Clarke's life took an unexpected turn a few weeks ago when he met Illya, a young jock who was aspiring to get even bigger. Their common endeavor brought the teenager to reach unfathomable size and to direly affect his neighborhood. Yet, as he kept on growing endlessly our modern lifestyle is now at stake. Today is the day where everything will come to an end, or where everything will begin. As new stakeholders with unknown capabilities are entering the play field, forecasting the future has never been so hard... Chapter 1: Prologue I was awoken by the sharp sound of my cheap alarm-clock. I brought it to a state of silence and opened my eyes, trying to get myself out of my sleepy state. I used to be a morning guy, often up before my alarm-clock had time to ring, but that was before, before meeting Illya and before my life - and the life of many others - completely changed. Dazed, I couldn’t quite guess where I was… I wasn’t in my bedroom, that was for sure. The fear of having been abducted started to settle; after all I was Illya closest friend - many people were seeing me as his coach - it wouldn’t be a surprise if the army wanted me to help them stop him or if I had been taken by a group whom wasn’t really in love with him. I then remembered that my house had been destroyed two days ago, when Illya celebrated breaking the 2000 metric tons weight barrier… My house was then ankle high to him (not that it was a big house, it was a single story flat roof small building that I was renting for almost nothing) and he just squatted on it, while reminding me how small it was. Indeed, the whole house fitted under his butt and it was a wreck as soon as he let all his tremendous weight push on the house. He didn’t even had to move a finger, it was just gone under his weight… I remember being in shock and trying to recover a few thing after. We had then been moved to a camp specially created for him. He was now known all around the world and sponsors were financing for everything he needed. The camp had been constructed over a single night, with a large field for him to sleep in and barracks to host the staff who was making his food and taking care of him. At first the army thought that it would be a way to keep him in place, but it soon appeared not to be the case. Yesterday he went parading along Manchester City, wreaking havoc - even if he didn’t wanted to - and putting a show that soon was more viewed than Neil Armstrong’s landing on the Moon. I must admit something: I am not sure about the part where I said that it wasn’t his will; he looked like he quite enjoyed it and as he was growing bigger and bigger he seemed to care less and less for us. But wasn’t that normal? After all, we were ants to him. The nature made it with way, so we should we comply. The fact was that the world was both in awe and terrified by the young titan potential and will to grow. He was 330 feet when he entered the city yesterday, already bigger than most building here and after flexing and parading around he reached a full thousand feet, putting the recently finished Piccadily Tower under his waist. All in all he had tripled his size in a single day putting the cater team, and the local authority, at heavy stress. Truly, I think that yesterday as changed the world’s view on Illya. He wasn’t seen anymore as just a giant teenager, he was now beyond that; he was in fact becoming a God for many - me included. As our views were shifting, his too was changing. I sometime think I have lost the playful Illya yesterday, when he truly reached unfathomable size. However, I must admit I was even more than before in an unabashed worship for him. I cannot stop thinking about him growing endlessly, his body swelling with power as his head skyrocketed in the sky. It was absolutely beautiful and I had been able to witness an event that would make history. Remembering the event from yesterday I was already hard and decided it was time to hit the shower, mostly for rubbing it out. So yeah. Here I was, living in a newly-built military camp. It wasn’t too bad I must say. I had a small mobile home for myself (brought by helicopter, nothing less!) with a private bathroom and I didn’t even needed to make my own food: if I want I could ask the cater team to make me something, at any time of the day! On my way to the shower I booted up my computer, hopping to take the time to read my emails or the news after my shower. The water was surprisingly hot. I couldn’t tell if everybody had this privilege on the camp, but it was appreciated. I thought about putting the news to have some image of Illya to rub on, but it was useless. I was living the experience up close, standing usually closer than anybody could dream of. I even had the privilege to be able to ride with him, on his insanely broad shoulders usually. And I could do so without fearing for my life! Well, I was always terrified but Illya had proved me he truly appreciated our friendship. Another reason for me not put the news on was that I was a bit pissed with them lately. Couldn’t they just appreciate his growth? Accept his superiority? It was all about how to contain him, to stop him, etc. Truly annoying. Through his incredible growth I had been offered a few interviews that I declined, apart from one back at the time when he was standing at a mere ten feet. When I was still living in my old house the journalist were ready to do anything to get an interview or to talk to Illya. It was a mess. Now that I had the army with me, that wasn’t much of an issue. The whole base was under heavy control and it was impossible for a journalist, or anyone for that matter, to sneak in. However, I couldn’t know how long it would last. Illya was breaking new record everyday and I had no idea how all of that would end, maybe his growth would end soon maybe not. Since a few days now I was living without caring for tomorrow, without even knowing what it will be made of. And yesterday’s events had proved him that I should be ready to see anything coming from him - including tripling his size or more in a mouthful of minutes. What a change it was from my old boring life of engineer. Rethinking about my first encounter with Illya I came and decided it was time to head out. I was already missing him as I had developed quite an addiction to him over the last few days; I couldn’t stand spending more than a few hours away from him. I put the first clothes that came to me, some of the few I had managed to get out of my crushed house, and rushed to put them on. They were still soaked with the musky smell of the young teenager… What a pleasure was this smell… I didn’t even took the time to read my email - if I had checked them I would have seen that my inbox was full of email from the sponsors and from the press - and quickly got out. A soldier was stationed right outside my trailer, I didn’t know if it was to prevent me from fleeing away or just for my security, and he just greeted me. I waived at him in a hurry, not really caring about that stuff. I couldn’t wait to see Illya. Last time we measured him, right before I went sleeping yesterday, he was towering at a mesmerizing 1017 feet. He had for sure grown a little bit overnight and I couldn’t wait to see him.

Daniel’s growth cycle appears to be over as he reaches over to give Vance a huge kiss on his lips. With Anderson consuming Vance’s cum, the relationship between the three guys may have now changed forever. Vance’s confession that he cares a great deal about Daniel could lead to something more long term. After about thirty minutes, the three teens get up and start to clean up the campsite. Both Anderson and Vance are able to put their clothes back on, but Daniel’s dramatic transformation creates a really large problem, he cannot wear anything in his present condition. It is after a little bit of thinking that Daniel’s friends decide to use one of the tents as a way of covering him up since there is nothing else available. He laughs but agrees to try it out. Luckily his massive frame is able to fit completely inside the material as they tie a few ropes around his waist. His cock forms a huge bulge to the side of his leg but at least it is concealed. They now wonder if Daniel could even fit in the van that they brought with them on the trip. He tells them to not worry and that he can just tail them on the way back to the city since he knows the path there. Anderson and Vance think it is a crazy idea but they go along with it. They tell him they will see him a little later and drive off leaving him on his own. As he begins to leave the campsite, he realizes that he has no way of communicating with them if he has some kind of problem. He feels a little scared, but knows that his size should deter about anyone that approaches him. He makes it to the end of the country road that led to the campsite when he hears a voice getting closer. He looks around bewildered and starts to walk again. The voice draws even closer than before. He stops moving to wait and see if this person or thing will continue to follow him. He goes to turn his head as he comes face to face with an olive skinned man with a thick beard. He smiles as he pushes Daniel down on the ground. He tries punching the man, but he is unable to do much to him as the man pulls open the tent that was covering Daniel and plunges his thick cock inside him. The young hulk barely resists as the giant olive stud starts fucking him hard moving faster with each thrust. Before long, the intruder busts a huge load inside him and yells in ecstasy. Daniel punches him which makes him grab his face with his thick hands. He manages to push the giant stud off of him, but not before he is dragged back over to him. The man laughs as he pulls Daniel down to the ground to face him. ‘YOU WILL FUCKING SIT THERE MAN! I THINK I DESERVE SOME NOURISHMENT FROM YOU!’ The man grabs a hold of Daniel’s cock and starts stroking hard making him squirm. His strength is making the young hulk agonize as he feels a giant load building up inside him. The man smiles and knows he won’t have to wait too longer for his reward. He strokes faster as he feels the cum flowing from Daniel’s balls into his cock. He opens his mouth to catch the thick goo as it shoots directly into his throat. The young victim moans as he fills his attacker full of his juices. ‘MMMMM SO DELICIOUS MAN! I THINK YOU CAN FEED ME MORE AGAIN LATER!’ He lets go of Daniel’s cock as he falls over on to his back. The young victim appears to be rearing to leave again, but the huge Hispanic-looking man stops him yet again. ‘Going somewhere man! I don’t think so, you are going to stay here and keep me company.’ ‘What do you want from me? I am just trying to get home.’ ‘I doubt you will go anywhere near the city man. There are a lot of crazy people there. Trust me, that is how I ended up like this.’ Daniel stares at him intensely as he says this and wonders what exactly happened to this man. He starts to ask him a few questions. ‘So how did you get so massive?’ The man smiles at him. ‘How old are you anyway man? I’m 20 and let me tell you, I never thought I would be in this body for my entire life. My dream came true though and now I am a colossus of muscle.’ ‘I’m 18. I just graduated from high school actually. Wow you are 20? I would have guessed a bit older.’ The man glares at him for a few moments and then winks. ‘My name is Gavin in case you wanted to know. Of course I know you don’t give a shit, but I told you anyway.’ ‘My name is Daniel. I sort of hit puberty late since this just happened yesterday.’ ‘OHH I see. Well mine wasn’t puberty, it was caused by a chemical I ingested a few days ago. I sort of wish I had stayed where it happened now because I am wondering what the man I was with is up to.’ ‘There is someone else like you?’ ‘Well yes actually, I fucked him hard like you and he changed. I doubt that it will affect you since you have a different problem hehe.’ Daniel and Gavin talk for several more minutes before they decide that maybe they should lay low for awhile. ‘Damn my friends are probably waiting for me in the city. What should I do Gavin?’ ‘Forget it man, if they come back here they are making a mistake because you are better off being away from them.’ ‘I care a great deal about one of them though. I can’t just forget about him.’ ‘Daniel, I have the same problem too, but I know it is for the best if I stay away from him.’ They share some more stories about their lovers before Gavin recommends that they keep moving along. He shares some food with Daniel that he made when he was scavenging over the past few days. He tells the young hulk that they will have to constantly eat to maintain their energy and frankly their minds. Since Gavin is a bit bigger than his younger counterpart, he agrees that he will hunt for more food if Daniel can build a shelter for them for the night. He agrees and Gavin disappears for a bit. Daniel gets to work on building the shelter as he breaks down a bunch of huge branches and finds things to tie them together with. He hasn’t really done much of this before even though he remembers a few things from Boy Scouts. As the sun goes down, Daniel manages to put the shelter together in a decent fashion. He hears huge footsteps and hopes that it is Gavin and nobody else. He can feel whatever it is breathing on him as he turns around. To his surprise, it is a giant brown bear standing on its back legs. Before he can make a sound, his older companion comes out of nowhere and breaks the bear’s neck like it is nothing. Gavin smiles really big and says point blank, ‘WE HAVE DINNER!’ Then he remarks how Daniel didn’t make a fire, but laughs. After finding an appropriate spot, Daniel starts the fire up as Gavin carves up the bear into segments. He asks if his young buddy has anything to cook with and he shakes his shoulders. Gavin disappears for a few minutes and comes back with a giant metal tub. Daniel gives him a strange look and then asks where he got that from. The older hulk laughs and says somewhere close by and plants the tub close to the fire. He tells Daniel to build him a shelf so he can put the tub on it. ‘Who am I, Mr. Handyman?’ ‘You seem to be doing fine to me man. Get to it Daniel!’ Daniel finds some stray branches and manages to tie them together enough that they can surround the fire. Gavin sits the tub in the middle as it heats up. He throws massive amounts of bear meat into it and watches it cook up. The two hulks marvel at how delicious it looks as it cooks. Gavin decides to take some of the meat out to let it bake in the sun the next morning since he plans on moving on to another destination in a day or two. As the sun disappears from the sky, the two huge men chow down on the cooked meat in some makeshift bowls that Daniel made out of some scrap wood. It doesn’t take long for them to finish eating to go lay down in their shelter. Gavin remarks at how well-constructed it is and then turns to look at Daniel and winks. The younger hulk blushes a bit as he begins to realize that he is warming up to this strange man laying with him. They both have things in common it seems and yet they are so incredibly different. Daniel is still thinking that Anderson and Vance will probably come looking for him possibly as early as the next day since he did promise that he would follow behind them. Gavin again tells him that he needs to just move along because going back to the city is not a wise decision at this point because of his size. He explains how he became who he is to Daniel and how he volunteered for a secret project with a doctor that he refers to as Raines. Originally he was a bit scared about it since at that point in time he was quite shy. Once the chemical entered into his body though, something ferocious was unleashed from inside and he became who he is now. Daniel is intrigued by his story and talks about his late puberty. Gavin moves in closer as he tells his story and rubs his face a little. He can tell that the young hulk is very close to dosing off so he leans him against his chest. After a few minutes, they both doze off as neither one of them knows what will happen next.

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

The Edge - Part 3 - Sick Abs “Start wide, expand further, and never look back.” – Arnold Schwarzenegger Over the next week, Eddie grew considerably. I'd gone with him to the gym a few more times, but over the past few days I'd started getting the sniffles. Probably caught whatever Eddie had despite my vitamin protocol. From what I could piece together, everyday, "dumb Eddie" would emerge, dress in the most revealing workout attire he could, then disappear for a few hours. After the workout was over, "regular Eddie" would come back, lamenting the fact that he was seen in public in his 'condition’. “Dumb Eddie” also made other shows, usually around meal times, and at other random times. Eddie really didn’t know what brought the lug out, except the obvious gym and relating things. I was in the middle of a sneezing fit when Eddie walked in. It must have been gym time, judging by the way he was (not?) dressed. "Fuck, bro, it is time to Get! It! In! You pussying out again today?" He kept flexing his chest, feeling himself up, then getting distracted by his enormous arms, going into a personal flexing show just for himself. It seemed that this Eddie never could keep his hands off himself. It weirded me out just a little. "Um...yah," I got out between sniffles. "I'm just too sick, Eddie. Maybe tomorrow." "I feel ya, bro. Gotta get you back into the gym, though. We gotta add size to that puny little bod of yours. Getcha guns like these cannons! BOOM!”, he accentuated the sound with a bicep flex in my face. The vein running across the top just looked weird to me. "Oh, and I been thinkin. Call me Eric, I think it suits me a bit better than 'Eddie'. That just sounds like some weak-ass little punk. I'm fuckin ERIC!" He punctuated the name with a huge, wide, double bicep pose. "Um. Ok. Eric," little more weirded out by that, but whatever. "Cool, bro!" He gave one of those jocky smiles that hinted there wasn't too much going on upstairs. He turned to leave, "Bet you'll be feeling better soon, though, you're looking a lot more tan lately. Later!" I sank back into my chair, reading over some chem class work. I was having a hard time concentrating due to the stuffiness in my head. I got up to get some hot tea, and as I passed by the mirror, my reflection caught my eye. Maybe 'Eric' was right. I did seem to have a bit more color than I had the past few days. I got back to my chair and pulled out my laptop. I checked my email, and the first message that popped up was one of those "fat burners" that the doctors on daytime tv are always talking about. Complete garbage, I'm sure. The guy model in the ad looked about my age, just really cut. It wasn't a bad look. I looked down at my own arms and saw a few veins just hiding under my skin. The time with Eric in the gym must be paying off a little. I guess losing a little weight and putting on a little bit of muscle wasn't a bad trade off for trying to comfort a friend. I went over to the mirror, and took off my shirt. A hint of abs were showing through my stomach. My shoulders might be a bit more defined. I s'pose a few more side lat raises the next time I worked out with Eric wouldn't hurt. I flexed a double bicep, imitating the pose Eric did before he left - laughably small if Eric were standing next to me. The sacrifice and dedication to get that big was definitely impressive. I'd never get that big though, it’s just so much that it’s really gross. I flexed my six-pack, hints of veins crawling over them. Each ab defined with a hard line separation. A lot of time went into those. Meticulous meal planning. And the cardio! It was worth it, though. I sneezed again. Sniffling, I looked in the mirror at my chest, nicely lean, hard and defined. I loved how it just barely showed when I wore a t-shirt. Just enough to look like I worked out, but not enough to be showy. It was always fun when I was at the beach though. Shirt and shorts, and I looked like a regular guy, but when the shirt came off, defined chest shoulders and arms, perfectly lean, leading to my 8-pack and Adonis belt. No brah on the beach could touch me. I sniffled, feeling groggy from the tea, and decided to take a nap. I flashed my million dollar smile at the mirror again, popped my pecs and went to lay down.

The Growth II (All characters 18+) It was a long three days of testing for Jake in the medical division. He felt like a lab animal being studied at every angle. His enormous body lying on a modified examining table to support the tremendous weight he now carries, taking several crew members to assist in moving or transferring him. The technicians and doctors were pacing all around him, taking various blood samples, reviewing heart rhythms, and extracting few small biopsies. The same group of people that was working so diligently and calm now were in utter shock when they first saw him. A huge mass of a man with muscles so large you would have thought they belonged to mythical creature. They were glistening with sweat as his huge chest heaved up and down. They desperately tried to find a way to get him out of his room; ultimately removing part of the wall next to the door. He could hardly walk, two people needed to be at each side to support him. With each step his thick heavy cock would swing over and slap one of the crew members, even knocking one of them down. Once in the department, Jake was of course, too large for everything. He broke nearly everything they tried to use on him. Equipment was reinforced and double the supplies were brought in to accommodate the newly enlarged man. Jake was still trying to adjust to moving his limbs and body with his increased size, still working with improving his coordination. He lifted his arm, expecting to see his normal toned limb, but saw instead a massive length of flesh and muscle. His biceps and triceps seemingly had expanded away from each other with each sporting deep curves and cuts; he could tell the bone structure and density had both grown, all in support of the new contractile tissue. As Jake put his arm back down he could feel someone at his leg poking and drawing another sample, but unable to see anyone below as his massive pecs blocked the view. He slightly sighed as he considered what was to become of him; possibly just a freak at the zoo where people could pay to see him. Just as he thought of closing his eyes, Dr. Matton appeared next to him with the division commander Colonel Thomas Jackson. "Good morning Lt. Smith." Matton said looking down at Jake. He looked back up, seeing the Colonel he tried to salute but had difficulty getting his hand up on account of his thick bicep and shoulder. "It's aright son," saluting back "I understand your circumstances." He skipped the small talk and turned towards the doctor, using a stern voice, "What I don't understand though is how these circumstances came to be." "Well sir, at this point, we honestly don't know. We've examined everything we could have, but nothing indicated abnormalities. Uh, besides the tremendous increase in muscle mass, there's technically nothing wrong with him." Matton stated as he unfolded his arms to his lab coat pockets. Jackson looked over to the doctor, "Medically he may be normal, but at this point he wouldn't be considered close to that in his combat unit. The equipment, gear, and transport pods were not designed to support a 450lb soldier; he would be putting himself and his men at risk." He turned back and looked down again at Jake. "As much as I hate to do this to a decorated officer, it is within my responsibility to take you out of active service." Jake briefly shut his eyes, "So... does that mean I'm just done sir, out of my unit and left to be a disgusting freak?" "No Lieutenant, there's actually another position I've had you in mind for. A new orbiting station academy has been constructed in the Gamma sector. It will house some of the finest cadets who are to be prepped for battle divisions through the entire fleet. Of course, we will need good leadership to make it the best. How would you feel being our new Commandant? You of course would be promoted to Captain. Jake was silent in thought for a moment, figuring this would his only option, he nodded, "Yes sir, I'd be privileged." "Excellent, I'll give the news to Command. The crew will be anticipating your arrival." Colonel Jackson gave a quick reciprocating salute. He turned to leave just as he mentioned to Dr. Matton, "Be sure to keep observation on Lt. Smith after he is discharged from you division, I don't want there being something important we missed, got it?" Without hesitation, Matton agreed, "Yes sir." The room cleared of the Colonel's staff as the doctor looked at Jake again, "You ready to get out of here?" Jake's huge chest slightly bounced with his head movement. "Let's do it." Jake found his new residence aboard the Bia, a newly constructed orbiting academy. It was the largest of its kind; however, a full enlistment was not given. The higher command was considering this the test run with an initial class of almost 100 cadets. Most were in their late teens coming directly out of primary education, but ranging to older students who were looking for officer training. Jake undressed from his formal uniform in his quarters after having just addressed the cadets in the assembly hall. Despite having worked on a good speech, there was a lack of full attention as the students could only stare at the beast of a commander standing in front of them. This was considered amazement as the biggest guys aboard besides Jake were the highly athletic cadets, but only weighing in at a mere 220lbs. Although, Jake had figured his reception would be close to what he received, he was actually more worried about tearing out of his uniforms by moving too far in one direction. A few buttons did pop off of his shirt under his jacket when he reached over for his water. A result from his chest that was so ballooned out that the metals on his jacket were sitting at a large tilt. This was still after receiving an entire new wardrobe to fit his massive figure; all having to be custom made. Dressed in his PT clothes he headed to the mess hall. His walk had a staggered waddle to it as his massive thighs brushed against each other with each step. Going past a darkened classroom that had a large observation window panel, he could see his reflection. What he saw was a man that was bulging out of his uniform; bulbous, striated quads that pushed up the seam of his shorts, his huge arms that pulled the sleeves of his t-shirt to make it almost sleeveless, as his thick hanging chest pulled the fabric down so much it looked like a deep cut v-neck. What was even more revealing was that it was almost impossible to hide his crotch basket. It looked light two grape fruits and a soft, thick foot-long bratwurst stuffed into his shorts. He walked into the cafeteria, grabbing a tray as he proceeded to dish it up, piling loads of food on to match his appetite. He walked out to the seating area, only to realize that every eye in there was staring at him. Jake continued on as he looked down at a group of younger cadets, "You boys mind if I sit here?" They quickly moved their trays, giving plenty of room, "No...no sir." The nervous cadet stammered. "Anderson sir, Tommy Anderson." "Nice meeting you cadet." He looked on at the others around him that didn't make a sound for considerable moment. "Well, you don't have to talk all at once..." He smiled as he took a few large bites, his giant arm flexing up with each motion. The chair creaking beneath him with his huge ass swallowing the seat. "Jimmy." A brown haired boy nervously stated. "Christopher, my friends call me Chris." The other chimed in as Jake nodded. "Zach." The one sitting next to him followed. "St...Steve." The final one said. "You boys must be good at roll call in the morning." Jake smiled. It was quiet mostly through the meal, but more conversing started once Jake made some jokes, finding where all the cadets were from and all the small talk you'd typically hear with meeting someone new. Jake thought to himself that he could get used to this, not as exciting as his previous unit, but something he could find himself enjoying nonetheless. It was a relaxed evening as the students attended orientation meetings with faculty and staff, learned their way around the station and met up with their cabin mates. Jake headed down to the fitness center, a state of the art training facility that fit every need, hoping to get in a workout before lights out. He saw a group of cadets that were finding their way around and trying out some of the equipment as he proceeded to warm-up on the squat rack. As he finished a set at 405lbs, a few students came up behind him while others whispered about the size of his thighs which were already getting pumped up, tugging on his already tight fitting shorts. "Wow, how much can you do on this sir?" He looks back to see a small crowd forming. "What, squat?" He looks at his current poundage, which didn't feel like much of a struggle at all. "I'm not sure, suppose we could find out..." He slapped on more weight and pumped out more reps. "Hopefully I won't break anything." He smiled as he added even more. More start to gather as Jake grinds out two more sets, the last at 750lbs. "Sir, you gettin' tired yet?" "Actually, no...a little sweaty though" He put more weight on as his smooth skin started to glisten, his dark grey shirt getting darker with his sweat...emitting an actual scent others had never smelled before. It was heavy musk...something so unusual that the only way to describe it would be raw testosterone...causing some of the cadet's heart rates to increase and even sport slight wood in their shorts. He took a deep breath with 920lbs on his massive traps as the bar was arching and started to rep out deep squats, "Eight....eghhh nine...." He grunted as he kept his form strong, his huge barrel of a chest popping out with his massive ass leading the powerful extension drive. "...ahghhh...ten." He racked the bar. His quads were so engorged with blood, every separation was highly visible...a tear drop that was bigger than his head...hamstrings that were thick as a ships anchor rope...and calves that looked like giant, overinflated footballs. He couldn't resist, he did more and more, getting up to 1200lbs. The bar was ready to snap as he moaned with the sheer force pressing down on him, clearing another 10 repetitions. Just as he ascending from the last rep, the bar finally gave way to the stress and bent in half like a small wire, causing all the plates to go slamming to the floor. With a thunderous roar Jake let it all fall behind him as his swollen thighs finally caused his shorts to split clear open down his ass cleft, exposing a huge meaty muscle rump; each cheek bigger than an average man's entire set. Firm, round and smooth they stared back at the group. He just stood there dripping with sweat, breathing heavily, as he tried to cover his huge genitals with what he had left of his shorts. The cadets went speechless after cheering and shouting him on, looking at their commander's godlike figure. "Uh...think that's it for now...you boys' best hit the showers and turn in for the night." Jake placed his hand on the wall, facing away as the cadet filed out, still turning their heads and looking back, some in amazement while some in disbelief. Jake managed to slip out of the training facility and back to his quarters without being seen by any other personnel, wiping himself down with stray towels he found on the way. The walk was extremely difficult as he could hardly advance his insanely pumped thighs. After making it back, he stood in his shower, feeling the warm water run down the tall peaks and deep valleys across his body. He just then started to feel an increased state of arousal as it became increasingly intoxicating. Still recovering from the intense lifting he did, this appeared to come from now where. His large nut sac ached as he felt a rhythmic surge through his entire crotch. He shut off the water and began toweling himself down; the sensation became stronger as his long soft shaft started to harden. Jake found himself not able to think clearly, he'd been horny before, but nothing like this. A full mast hard-on grew between his legs, swelling up past a foot. It didn't stop there however. "Ohh, fuck..." Jake moaned, squeezing his balls, which had become incredibly tender; he was even cringing and digging his toes into the floor just by giving a light touch to his hardening dick. It thickened even more, pulling the skin on it so tight which made it even sorer. He hadn't seen it this big before since the first time he grew...it lengthened to just over two feet and thickened to the size of a drainage pipe. It hardened so much that it was pressing against his ripped abs and sinking itself between his pec cleavage. "Shit...ughhhh....oh please." He moaned even louder in his deep rich voice. He was becoming disoriented and couldn't concentrate on anything except his new sexual drive. Grabbing his head and running his hands through his jet black hair, Jake groaned, "Oh please, stop!" He was actually starting to hear a voice in his head, a clear and specific voice giving him directions. "Yes...yes please, I'll do anything..." he was talking to the empty room. "I'll obey you sir, your every order....aghh, I am yours..." Just then a small knock was heard at the door. Jake was able to spare some attention as he replied, "Mghh...Yes..?" "Jimmy sir, I was ordered to bring you new towels for your washroom sir..." The young cadet spoke. "Uh, yeah, just...ugh, just set them in here, that'll be fine." Jake was turned behind a post, trying to hide the massive erection, just as clear pre-cum started to ooze out. Jimmy entered, placing the towels on his bed. "Permission to speak freely sir?" The fresh face nineteen year old looked over. "Yeah...go ahead." Jake winced hoping he'd just leave. "I just wanted to say that was an awesome demonstration in the weight room today sir." He walked over, trying to see Jake. "The other guys and I were talking about since we left and uh..." Jimmy saw the commander, sweaty, and with biggest, hardest cock he'd ever seen. "I...uh...sorry sir...I didn't mean..." But he was still too shocked to move, not sure whether to shut his eyes or just run. Jake then felt a warm flush go from his toes to his head, trickling down to his boner as he smiled. "No, it's okay, don't worry about it." "I should go..." Jimmy blushed as he turned to leave. "Hey, wait right there son." He walked around the post with his huge throbbing shaft aiming out at the cadet. "Probably never seen one this big?" The huge bell like head pulsed, as small amounts of pre-cum dripped out, stretching as a long drop to the floor. "N...no sir, I never..." Jimmy's face still blushed and his heart racing. Jake pulled it out towards him, having grown an extra six inches since he walked in. "Touch it..." Jake said in an almost whisper. "Sir?" Jimmy looked worried, turning around and looking at the door. "Touch the fucking cock cadet...that's an order..." Jake raised his voice. Jimmy moved in, his hand shaking as he ran it across the smooth warm surface of Jake's huge python. He could smell that same scent again, stinging his nostrils, causing Jimmy to harden in his shorts. "Good, good...you like it?" Jake smiled back. "Ye...yes sir." Jimmy said, finding himself running both hands up and down the long shaft, brushing his face across it while giving it gentle licks. He worked his way up to the full head, running his tongue into the deep slit. "Mmm, fuck Jimmy...service this beast." Jake closed his eyes in ecstasy as Jimmy suddenly stuffed his entire hand inside the shaft. "Ughhh, fuck yeah! Don't stop there cadet..." Jimmy felt a huge adrenaline rush come over him as he felt his hand move around inside Jake's warm slit. Jimmy grinned a bit as he slide his arm in and out as it was covered in warm clear pre-cum. He was giving slow stroking motions, varying his speed. Listening to the moans of Jake to determine how he should move. His own hard-on reached full max as he then slid both arms down as a large gush of pre splashed out all over him. Some got into his mouth as it swished around his tongue. It tasted incredible, like a warm exotic honey no human should ever be able to taste. The sensory centers in his brain overloaded as he shot a syrupy load in his shorts, "Ughhh..." he gave a soft moan, but was still has hard as ever. Jake on the other hand was receiving an internal fuck that was driving him wild. Did it matter that it was coming from another male? Fuck no. "Ohh god yes!!...Fuck yes!!!" He moaned in a strange mutant tone. The cock hardened even more, feeling like it would explode, but then suddenly Jake felt a tug and a gasp from Jimmy. He looked up to see both his arms in, frantically trying to pull them out as they appeared trapped. But what Jimmy was really experience was a feeling of something pulling. It yanked on his arms, dragging him further and further in until he was up to his shoulders. He gasped as his face was slapped around and blanketed with thick pre; coughing some out as it forced its way down his throat. The cock swelled even more in to massive proportions, so thick, so long, more than big enough to hold a person... "Stop...stop!! Sir...please don't!" Jimmy cried for help. Jake didn't respond, only moaning with delight as his own cock sucked and pulled Jimmy in. "Noo...nooo let me go!!* He screamed. But before he could get out another word, his head was pulled in as his legs kicked and thrust. "Ughh fuck yeah...more!!" Jake was taking in deep breaths as the pleasure over stimulating. Jimmy's resistance was making it feel even more amazing. He leaned back to put his dick in an optimal position to let gravity assist pulling in the cadet. With that motion he easily slipped down further until just his vigorously kicking feet were sticking out...then they were gone. Jimmy's figure could be seen slowly traveling down the shaft; still squirming and thrusting...like an actual python eating its prey. The shape moved down to his over packed balls as the movement of Jimmy finally ceased. Another splash of clear pre squirted out the slit as Jakes vocal moans started to sound like his normal voice again. His cock rose to a tall dominating stance, with the slit almost looking down at him with a commanding stare. He dropped to his knees and formed a deep bow, having to spread his thighs for the swollen sac, "Yes master...your wishes are my command...only to service you." He looks up and suddenly feels his shaft arch back and swell as a huge powerful surge shoots through him, screaming out in orgasmic pleasure...just as the cock violently erupts like a volcano, blasting his entire room with hot creamy muscle spunk. Just then Jake passes out, falling on top his now deflating dick, relaxing back to its normal size. Jake was completely out in an orgasmic coma, as the warm sticky cum slowly ran down the graded floor towards the shower drain. It ran over, sounding like water gushing down a city storm drain on a rainy afternoon. The pipes in the station however were not designed for this volume, especially this substance. The slow flowing cock juice began clogging the filters, putting strain on the system. Leaks started to spring around the gasket connections as the thick fluid escaped, over flowing into the tanks labeled, "Drinking water."

Raines awakens a few hours later and discovers that Gavin is not in the sleep area anymore. He looks down to see that his body has remained in its massive form, but that his mind has returned to normal. He smiles and almost laughs out loud since this is sort of what he wanted to achieve in the first place, but that his plan changed a bit due to Gavin’s ‘decisions’. He stands and of course realizes that he has no clothes now to wear because of his giant muscles. He leaves the sleep area to walk towards one of the guest rooms just to see if the other hulk was still in the complex, but alas he appears to have left. The basement door has been unblocked and the handle is now completely gone. He opens the door to walk up the stairs as his cock flops in its footlong glory. He gets to the top and rushes to get to his room to retrieve another lab coat. He remembers that he kept a few just in case he needed them down the road perhaps in case something like this would happen. He finds the largest size in his closet and puts it on. Despite it being a bit snug, he manages to get it over his thick muscular body and closes it. When he goes to leave his room, he hears a commotion down the hall and it makes him jump. He creeps around the corner and realizes that someone is moving around his house and it doesn’t appear to be Gavin. He turns to look at this man and he is not necessarily tiny, but compared to Raines he is. The man probably tops off at around 190 and seems to be about 6’2. He appears to be searching for something in the den of the house which has Colby a little suspicious. He tries to sneak up on the man, but he turns around and yells as he tries to find his way out of the room. Raines jumps from his position and crashes into a table while grabbing the man. He covers the thief’s mouth and picks him up. The man tries to punch him, but ends up hurting his hand. Colby wraps his powerful arms around the guy’s neck and knocks him out. He takes the man down into the basement and ties him up in the dilapidated chamber. He goes to sit at his desk not far from him and jots some words down until the man wakes up. After about two hours of taking notes, the thief awakens and starts to writhe about trying to get out of his restraints. Raines smiles and tells him it is no use that he won’t get away. The man then tries to interrogate Colby and wants to know where he is keeping his ‘secret journal’. Raines gives him a weird look and wonders how he would know about something like that since only a handful of people would ever try to find it. Colby asks him who he works for and the man just shrugs it off and says, ‘he doesn’t work for anyone.’ Raines stands up and does a menacing pose, but the man just looks the other way. He realizes that this man could be working for his former employer, Heddison Pharmaceuticals, after pondering it over for a couple of minutes. He mentions it and the man begins to sweat a bit. Colby gets a devious look on his face and says that he will let him go, but that he will have to spend a night there at the lab so that he can remember where he left the journal. The man seems distraught by this proposition and wonders what Raines is up to. Colby leaves the lab for a little bit and goes to block off the basement door as he leaves just in case the man gets free to go check his computer in the kitchen area. He finds the pharma company’s website and looks up some of their personnel. He finds the man’s picture and notices that he is a scientist also. Remarkably he doesn’t remember working with this guy so he must have been working on something top secret back then. He jots down a few notes and takes them with him back to the lab area. The man seems to have passed out from the exertion as Raines goes over to smack his face. The man comes to and threatens ‘to expose him when he gets out’. Colby laughs hysterically at this and says you won’t get past ‘these guns’ and flexes his biceps as they stretch the material on his lab coat. The man appears to be in awe as he stares intently at Raines’s arms. Colby goes to sit at his desk again and starts telling the man that he knows who he is. ‘So Forrest Leavens, what top secret project are you working on at Heddison?’ ‘I am not telling you shit man. You will have to kill me I guess because I’m not talking.’ ‘I’m not going to kill you Forrest, I am going to make you wish you never came here though.’ Raines opens his lab coat to expose his gargantuan cock and walks over to Forrest. He sits it on the man’s arm as he growls a little. Forrest sweats nervously and tries to taunt Colby, but it has no impact. ‘Open up buddy, and you better not bite me because I will hurt you badly.’ ‘FUCK YOU ASSHOLE, LET ME GO OR I WILL…..’ *gulp gulp* Colby shoves his enormous cock inside Forrest’s mouth making him choke immediately as Raines moans feeling it moves further inside pushing Leavens mouth wider. It isn’t long before Forrest goes unconscious as his mouth and throat get stretched to their limits. Raines moves back and forth enough to make himself cum inside the unconscious thief. He wonders if this will cause some kind of reaction, but doubts it. Leavens mouth is bleeding from the trauma, but it isn’t serious. The hulk scoops up some of his cum as well as some of Forrest’s DNA and rushes over to try and come up with a quick batch of his powder. His enormous hands make it difficult to grip things now though so he will have to try making a liquid of some kind with his specimen. With Forrest still unconscious, he rips the man’s pants off and starts to suck the man rapidly to make him give up some of his sperm for the liquid. He moans in his stupor as he shoots several jets of cum in the air as Raines catches it on his tongue. He rushes over to the beaker full of the specimen and drops the cum now mixed with his saliva into the specimen. He pours the other components in from when he made his powder and stirs it up. It begins to show that blue hue that he remembers from the powder and he stops mixing it. As Forrest begins to wake up, Colby waddles over and pours the beaker’s contents down the thief’s mouth. He gags as it moves down inside him. Raines stares at him and wonders if this will be different than Gavin, but doesn’t seem that worried since he is big enough to handle any adversity now. Forrest tries to talk but is unable to as he gasps for air. Raines begins to think that this may have been a mistake because it may be killing him instead of making him ‘change’. He decides not to approach the man just in case something peculiar happens and stays close to his desk. Forrest gets an angry look on his face as he flexes his arms still under restraints. The veins look noticeably more pumped than before he ingested this concoction. Colby looks intrigued at what is transpiring and a bit excited too as it appears to be a bit of a success. ‘I WILL GET OUT OF THESE…..’ *popping sounds coming from Forrest* ‘OH FUCK…..’ *stretching starts* Colby watches as Forrest inflates right in front of him. His shirt immediately starts to shred as buttons go flying everywhere and his chest explodes in size. His pecs have sprouted enormous amounts of hair as his nipples stretch to the ends. His back continues to climb higher and higher into the air growing muscles on top of other muscles. Even his head appears to be growing. Raines gets a puzzled look on his face as the thief almost appears to be transforming into something a bit different. His hazel eyes have changed to an unusual blue emerald color and his body appears to be turning blue too as the veins in his arms start to expand stretching the bands on the chair to their breaking point. He yells as he breaks free from the restraints and immediately pounds his huge chest as his biceps and triceps nearly outgrow his arm. Raines realizes he may have stumbled upon a formula that changes the way humans look. Forrest’s leg muscles have split more than three times as they continue to expand wildly and his cock appears to be morphing itself also. The thief agonizes as another cock sprouts from inside his body beside his current one as it grows to match his original cock. Colby runs out of the room the best he can to get to the basement door before Forrest can break free from his leg restraints. As he gets out, he hears the massive freak roaring as he busts through the lab wall to chase Raines down. Colby’s huge frame will be no match for this new creation of his if he doesn’t get out of the house fast enough. Forrest blasts through the basement door and goes searching for Raines who has managed to hide outside in an open field located about 100 feet from the house. The blue behemoth cannot speak in human terms anymore so he spouts off some kind of gibberish and shouts it. Raines covers his mouth so he doesn’t make a sound as the crazed begins wandering around the neighborhood. After nearly ten minutes, Colby gets up from his position to rush into the house which luckily still stands because Forrest only ransacked his one path from outside into the basement. The door to the basement is completely smashed now and the lab area no longer has a wall between it and the hallway to the sleep areas and kitchen. Raines goes to sit down in the kitchen and just pauses for a few minutes to think about what to do next with not one, but two monsters roaming the neighborhood. He admits that he is a bit of one too, but each one of them has different characteristics. He admits that Gavin did him a favor turning him into a colossal muscle freak, but wonders how his mind returned to normal. He goes into the lab area to see if he can collect his notes which are strewn all over the floor. After finally picking up everything he needs, he puts them in a box and goes back up into the main part of the house. He sits down at his desk in the den and wonders if Forrest managed to find anything of use. He turns his computer on and notices that Leavens accessed his database and visited a website meant for classified information. It appears that Forrest was attempting to download a section of his hard drive, but never made it that far since he found him. He knows that he will probably have to go find Forrest in case he regains his faculties like he did. Gavin never lost his in the first place which was another mystery to Colby. Raines will have to find some clothes somewhere to fit him since he doesn’t have any now. At this moment, he will have to manage with just a lab coat and will keep it as tight as he can. After grabbing his cell phone and tablet, he sets out to search for Forrest. He knows that people will be looking at him as he goes out into the open, but there is little else he can do at this point. He goes back into the basement for a few minutes just to see if he can scrounge up some samples that have been left by himself, Forrest, and even Gavin. Amazingly, there is still some cum sitting on the floor in one of the sleep areas from where Gavin was sitting and laying. Colby smiles as he sticks the sample in with the other cum samples from himself and Leavens. He isn’t sure at this point what he will do with it, but knows that it may become useful at some point. He puts a few drops of his original solution in with them as it will be a catalyst for when it enters the human body. He smirks as he stares at it in one of his remaining test tubes. Such a small amount could result in a major catastrophic change in something or someone. After admiring its yellowish glow, he walks back up the stairs out of the basement and into the open again in search of one or perhaps both of his creations.

sorry, gonna fix this up and repost it later

Cockring Chapter 9 - Seattle Found Chad was still fuming over the hibernation of his computer in the middle of his plans to play out another test with Brain and Keith. The accidental activation at the group party a month ago had shown that Brian's limit still hadn't been reached. Chad was all set to send the signal that would make the cockring put Brian into a total sexual frenzy again. He wanted to test the full potential of his prize alpha male and figured no one better than Keith to be on the receiving end. "Keith, humpf, fuckin power bottom claims he can take over eleven inches." Chad grumbled as he reviewed Brian's current stats. With Brian already ten and a half a special triple activation could easily have pushed him over twelve inches. "I'll bet he would have been begging Brian to stop long before the cockring ever forced him to grow that huge." He turns off the monitor alarm and updates his data log on Brain. Adding a note to try and trace the video feed that Keith had broadcast from his hotel room, while he was with Brian that first time. Then he sends a note to Doc. Chad: Doc, I may have stumbled across a glitch in the system. Am performing data analysis and trouble shooting the problem. More later once I have something positive to report. He hits the send button as the system displays a reminder, 'Seattle Acquisition Interview - 8pm', on the screen. "Shit, I almost forgot." He rushed around picking up the place, ordered dinner from room service and jumped into the shower. Once in the shower he relaxed as the hot water pelted his skin. He knew that it was important to clear his mind and think only of the Seattle acquisition interview. He had been searching far too long and this was the only candidate who made it through the screening process. He didn't want to mess things up tonight. He finished showering, toweled himself dry just in time for his dinner to be delivered. He sat down to eat as he reviewed the information on Magnus in the system. Six foot four, two hundred pounds, thirty three waist, muscular, blue eyes, full head of hair, nice Norwegian features with an "Oh, My" dick size. He laughed at Magnus's size classification, "Oh, My". Hardly a number but it was a real eye catcher that stuck in his mind during all the emails that brought him up to the interview tonight. Chad put his dishes in the hall and dressed in a pair of slightly worn jeans and polo shirt. He prepared refreshments on the table and placed the gift wrapped cockring nearby. It was already programmed to test the candidate’s arousal response once Chad managed to get Magnus to wear it and it was properly activated. Chad always loved the challenge of getting a new stud to wear the device. Most of the alpha males had tried cock rings of various types before. Many liked them and a few never saw any benefit to wearing one. Tonight’s stud was in the later group who had worn one at least once before and really didn't care for them. As eight approached, Chad made his way to the lobby and positioned himself in a large comfy chair with a clear view of the entrance. He liked to have the option to bail out at the last minute if necessary. Some habits are hard to break, especially if you've been suckered in a few too many times by false information and old or fake pictures. A tall, trimly built man entered and looked around the room. He had short hair, a strong jaw line and an almost perfect roman nose. Compared to the pictures in Magnus's profile this man was even more prefect. It had to be him. Chad observed a while; he wanted to see if the man was confident or nervous. Magnus glanced at Chad and then winked at him. He took off his leather coat and draped it over his shoulder as he approached. "Chad? I'm Magnus." He extended his large hand to greet the handsome new friend. "Glad you could make it." Shaking his hands as he deliberately eyed him head to toe making sure it was obvious that he was appreciating the man. "Your pictures don't do you justice." He said with a grin as his stared locked onto the mesmerizing, deepest blue eyes and he continued to shake hands with Magnus. "You nervous?" "Sorry, no. It's just your eyes are so blue, I'm drawn into them." Chad finally realized he was still shaking hands and pulled his away. "I hear that from a lot of men." Laughing softly. "And I take full advantage of the hypnotic effect." "I don't blame you for that. Got to make the best of what you've got." "The big blue's just a distraction to throw you off. I've got plenty other things to put to good use once you're under my spell." Placing his hand on Chad's shoulder and giving a light squeeze. "And I'm sure you'd like to find out." "We'll see about that." Patting the hand on his shoulder and turning to the elevators. "I'm on seven." The doors barely closed behind them on the otherwise empty elevator, when they were in deep embrace. Hands roaming over each others bodies, across abs and groping packages. "Man feels like your spell is working hard on me already." The elevator stops and the doors open at the seventh floor, and they break apart just in time as two ladies are waiting to get on. They step aside, allowing the women to get on and then they exit quickly down the hall toward Chad's room. Once inside, Magnus embraces Chad tightly as he begins kissing him. Lightly at first like sampling a new treat and then more deeply, letting him know he was hungry for more. Chad succumbs to the hot mans probing tongue quickly and they begin to undress each other. Shirts are easily removed revealing two sexy men with powerful chests. Both nearly hairless and sleek with taunt musculature. They kick off their shoes and remove their socks. Then, taking turns they groped each others groins and slowly remove the pants and finally the constraining shorts. Chad maneuvers them toward the seating area. After a short while, Chad breaks free long enough to offer Magnus a drink and they sit on the chairs facing each other. They engage in some small talk, learning more about each other. Their eyes dancing over each others naked bodies as they get past the mundane chit chat and delve into the meatier topics of mutual interests. Chad can barely restrain from attacking Magnus. He wants the man so badly that it is difficult for him to wait until the cockring is in place. He has to keep reminding himself of the goal for the meeting. He needs to complete his Seattle acquisition and Magnus has got to pass the tests. "I can tell something is on your mind." Magnus interrupts Chad with a puzzled look on his face. "Not really." Chad denies. "No, really. What is it? You can tell me anything. I'd just like to get past it so we can enjoy the evening." "Well?" Chad began. "It's just your body is so perfect. You look so handsome naked. I hate to spoil it and don't want to offend you." "What's wrong? I'm not easily offended. Just be honest with me." "Okay, I bought you a little present. But I wonder now if it'll detract from all your physical perfection. I just think every man should wear one all the time." Handing him the package with the cockring inside. "Now that's a cock ring." Opening the box and pulling out the cockring. "You shouldn't have. You know I've tried one before but didn't get any additional pleasure from wearing it so I threw it away. However, since it'll make you happy I'll wear it for you tonight. Besides, this one is so thick and heavy. It really has some nice masculine qualities." "Thanks. I think it makes men look all the sexier and studlier. I hope you'll use it tonight at least...” Chad almost gushed as his ploy worked. "Let me put it on properly for you." "Watching you put it on me would really make it sexy.” Chad fumbled a bit not wanting it to look like he'd put cockrings on every man in the country. He finally managed to get Magnus's large balls through the ring and then quickly pulled the shaft through. His experienced, slight of hand trick, managed to remove the plastic liner and then he twisted it into position as he activated it. "There, now doesn't it look good?" He supported the cockringed dick on his hand. Magnus's dick was rapidly growing in a gentle upward curve. "Wow! It looks to me like you might get a lot of pleasure from it." "From it or from you?" Magnus leaned in and pulled Chad to the floor with him. He kissed Chad deeply as his hard dick probed for Chad's ass opening. "You ever experienced a curved dick before?" "Can't say that I have." He lied. "Well you're in for a real treat. Dicks with an upward curve like mine fit real naturally inside a mans hot ass." His dick slides easily inside the moist man hole. "mmmm, you feel good and tight." "Fuck me, Magnus." Feeling the penetrating probe as it strokes his insides deeper and deeper. His breathing begins to quicken its pace. "I intend on doing just that. Pumping your ass until I'm satisfied." Chad knew the curve shape of some dicks please mainly due to the increase friction on the frontal side of the anal cavity. He personally he preferred the straighter, thicker cocks. "mmmmmm, give me more." He did enjoy the feeling as the head of Magnus's dick slid up and down inside. Massaging his prostrate as it made its way deep inside his hot moist man chute. "mmmmmm, yes." "Fuck, I'm going to cum!" Magnus exclaimed. He didn't want to cum so soon. He struggled to hold off as best he could. This wasn't normal for him. He was totally surprised that he was so close to cumming so quickly. Magnus knew that Chad was no where close to orgasm and cumming together was always more pleasurable. Chad squeezed his glutes, tightened his grip inside to milk the mans dick. He knew exactly what was happening and wanted Magnus totally drained if possible. Magnus continued his strokes as his dick shot several blasts inside of Chad. Finally, he pulled out and rolled over onto his back beside Chad. "Sorry, man. I didn't mean to cum so quickly." "Not a problem. I wanted your load." Chad really did. His testing couldn't begin until after the first release. Now was when the cockring would get started. "Then I'm glad." "We've all evening to have more fun." He stood up, pulling Magnus with him. Then they sat on the edge of the bed as Chad passed him his drink. As they chatted, while Chad cleaned up the curved manhood and then began to play with it again. It didn't take long for him to get hard again, with the help of a slight tug to activate the cockring. "You really have a way of stimulating me." Magnus was surprised that Chad was able to get him hard again so quickly. Chad got down onto his knees on the floor and began to suck on Magnus's dick. Magnus watched his dick as it disappeared inch by inch into the hungry mans mouth until it was totally inside. Then he felt the pulling of Chad's suction. "Fuck man, you're going to make me cum again." Releasing the curved dick and licking it end to end. "Isn't that what you want?" I know that's what I want, he thought to himself. "Well of course, but I'd much rather fuck your ass again." "Not this time. You've got to let me taste your cum." He pushed Magnus down onto his back and moved into a sixty-nine position on the bed. "I'll match you lick for lick." Magnus quickly began to suck on the hard cock above his mouth. It was a real mouthful for him, but he did his best. As he'd take in an inch or two, he felt his dick going into Chad's mouth the same. If he licked the cock tip to base, Chad licked his the same. They were like mirror images of each other. In and out together. A lick here, a stroke there and Magnus would feel the same thing on his own dick. He cupped Chad's balls in his hand and massaged gently. As he felt Chad doing the same to his own balls. It felt wonderful. He'd never had anyone match him like this. Whatever he wanted done to his own dick, he only had to perform the same action on Chad. Their emotions began to heighten. A rough pull or two to keep the balls from drawing up helped to prolonging the play. It was both pleasure and torture for Magnus and likely Chad. It seemed he was hard forever before his juices swelled up inside to the point that he couldn't contain the release any longer. His load shot out profusely into Chad's hungry mouth. Chad swallowed repeatedly as the cum continued to flow. However, that is where the reciprocation ended. Chad didn't cum for Magnus at all, not one drop. "You didn't cum. Did I do something wrong?" Magnus questioned with real concern. "It's okay, if I cum, then sex is totally over for me. I can't do anything after I cum." Then seeing the disbelief in Magnus's eyes. "Really, I've always been like that." Then reality hit him. Yeah, he'd always been like that with every guy he was with for as long as he can remember, except Brian. "Wow, I've known others like that, but they usually cum early and then show you the door. They don't usually hold off like you did. Guess that means you aren't done yet." Magnus was pleased and concerned. He'd already shot two large loads and doubted he could continue much at all. Chad was so very hot to him and he wanted to make a good impression. "Mmmm we are only beginning." Chad knew it wasn't the end as he still had a few more tests to run on his newest alpha male. "I'll need a few minutes to recharge." Grabbing his drink and taking a couple swallows. As he drank he felt his dick regaining life again. "You're kidding, right?" Chad was looking at engorged dick standing between the Magnus's legs. "Dam, guess I'm more horned than usual." Magnus was slightly puzzled about his third erections so quickly. "Maybe wearing a cockring has some benefit after all." "I want to ride this time." Magnus just indirectly confirmed the cockring was working. Chad knew full well what to expect from the program now. He moved into position and slowly eased down upon the man's hard dick. He didn't need any additional lube as his love chute was plenty ready. Once again he made every effort to enjoy the added intensity in pleasure caused by the curvature as it rubbed his prostrate in all the right ways. The slick hard dick slowly disappeared inch by inch, inside of Chad, stroke after stroke. Chad increased his pace as he became more accustomed to its size. Magnus was breathing harder and faster as he finally reached out to take hold of the man riding his dick so furiously. Chad had other plans. He grabbed Magnus's arms by the wrists and pinned them down over the man's head. His mouth began to nibble on the two hard nips that peaked each of his pecs. First one and then the other. Back and forth as he continued to ride the hard dick inside his ass. "Fuck!" Magnus bellowed as he feigned to struggle and get his hands free. Chad continued to ride his Seattle dick hard. He knew he'd found the perfect alpha male and that pleased him enormously. "Shit, I'm cumming again!" Magnus went wild. Bucking up into Chad over and over. The spasms driving Magnus out of control. His cum flowing like lava out of Chad and down onto his pelvis. "You're one hot man." Chad complimented Magnus. "Me? It's what you're doing to me. I still can't believe it. Three times in less than an hour. Shit." "Guess you really do benefit from wearing a cockring." Chad knew he needed to encourage Magnus into keeping the cockring on until he was gone. He didn't want Magnus finding out that he had no choice but to wear it until after Chad was out of town. "Fuck yeah. I don't think I'll ever take it off." "You're just saying that to make me feel good about giving it to you." Chad teased, knowing full well the reality of the future for Magnus. "No, really, I'm going to wear it every time I have sex from now on." Chad knew that was a true statement. He also knew that Magnus would really be wearing it all the time from now on. At least until he had no more use for him. Chad and Magnus went to the bathroom and got into the shower together. Chad began soaping up Magnus and working the lather into a nice frothy coating. He paid extra attention to the cum stuck on his lightly hairy chest and abs. Magnus rinsed off and then he returned the favor. Soaping Chad's body top to bottom and working his finger deep inside Chad's ass. First on finger, and then another, and then he managed to get a third finger inside. "Man, you really know how to work me up." Chad was really getting worked up again. His cock was so close that he began jerking off as Magnus continued to work a forth finger into his ass. "Ung, oh, mmmmmmm." Chad fell back against Magnus as his load blasted out all over the glass shower doors. His spasms continued for several minutes as Magnus continued to work on his ass. Magnus wanted be sure that Chad got relieved of his load before the night was over. "Stop, Stop, please, enough." Chad asked and then commanded politely. He pulls away and turns facing Magnus. Plants a big kiss on him and plays lightly with his dick. They continue kissing and fondling each others bodies as they rinsed off. Once done they step out of the shower and began to towel dry. "mmmmmm, I really like this." Chad reached around Magnus and purposely surrounded the cockring with his hand. He still wanted to test the failsafe one more time, by giving the cockring a slight tug. "Dam! Look what you're doing to me again!" Magnus complained jokingly. "Yeah, I know." Chad continued his test until he was sure the failsafe would force Magnus to grow to his limit before he let go. "Fuck, I'm getting another erection!" Magnus could hardly believe it. He tried to hide how painful it was by acting macho about it. "Dam, is it big this time or what?" "Sure looks extra huge to me." Chad chimed in his encouragement even though he knew Magnus could be in pain from the failsafe. A normal erection pretty well stretched his shaft skin to its limit and this was designed to go 5% beyond. Magnus was jacking furiously for all its worth. "Man it really hurts it's so hard." His hips swaying back and forth. "Dam, I gotta cum." His dick throbbed and his balls drew up tight. Finally his cum erupted violently, flying all over the mirror. "Fuck, fuck, fuck." Chad acted surprised as he watched. Once Magnus was done shooting his forth load, Chad kissed him deeply. "You going to remember me fondly after tonight?" "You know I will." After a bit, they went back into the main room and got dressed. They chatted some more and then Magnus indicated he needed to get home. They said their good byes at the door and Magnus indicated he would be back tomorrow if it was okay with Chad. "We'll see how it goes." Chad lied. Once the door was shut, Chad logged into the system and began updating the settings for Magnus in the system. He packed quickly and checked out of the hotel. He wanted to get back to his own home. After several months on the road, it was time for some much needed relaxation. Magnus arrived home late and was so tired and worn out he plopped down on the bed and fell asleep. He woke up early in the morning and was basking in the exhilaration from all the activity the previous night. He got out of bed and made his way to the shower. It was then that he remembered the cockring. It felt good around his half erect dick as it swung back and forth. "mmmmm, maybe I'll just keep wearing this." Looking in the mirror he liked the way it emphasized his dick. He stepped into the shower and began washing up. Soaping his body head to toe and then a little extra emphasis on his privates. Working the suds around his groin as he tried to clean up under the cockring moving it just a bit. An erection quickly developed and grew rapidly. He made no association between his cleaning under the cockring and the result. Why would he? Thoughts of Chad and last night flooded his memory. "Guess I've enough time to take care of a load." Magnus began stroking his dick. Long slow strokes at first which quickly became rapid jack hammering as he couldn't get enough. His dick was pounding, internally he was peaking and yet didn't want it to end. "Fuck" he screamed as the load pelted the wall of the shower and he fell back under the spray. He changed to cold water to help him settle down more quickly. As he cooled off, the cockring glistened catching his attention. I can't wear it to work or I'll never get my mind off sex. He thought to himself, but also realized he would never get it removed while he was still partially erect. He turned the water off, grabbed his towel and dried as he stepped out of the shower. He was almost completely dressed when he remembered the cockring. He unzipped his slacks and pulled them down along with his shorts. He had to admit that the cockring did look good on him. He placed his hand around it and began to pull it off at the same time trying to pull his shaft up through the opening to free himself. The cockring reacted promptly causing an enormously painful erection. "Oh, Fuck!" Magnus screamed as he slammed his fist into the wall, breaking the sheetrock. "That fuckin son of a bitch. I thought there was something strange about this cockring and I'll bet Chad knows." He grabbed his cell phone, fumbling to punch in Chad's number as he continued to jack himself off. The automated system at the cell company answered and informed him the number was no longer in service. "Shit! I'm so totally fucked up now." Magnus realized he may be stuck wearing the cockring for a long time. At least until he could find Chad or figure out another solution.

Justin works in a warehouse doing some pretty tough labor. He isn’t the biggest guy in the building since he is fairly skinny with just a little gut. His main job is to ship items out of the warehouse by putting packages in the trailers. His supervisor, Dunhill, is a big burly man with thick arms and a strong back. He used to be in Justin’s position before he was promoted to where he is now. He likes to push him around occasionally because he knows he is stronger and has the authority. Justin has actually thought about leaving the company as of late because he doesn't really like Dunhill very much, but the pay is quite good and the benefits are even better. His coworkers in the shipping department vary in size themselves. One of them that always works with him, Garrett, is very strong and usually wears cut off shirts which show off his hard muscular biceps which glisten with sweat day in and day out. Another coworker that works across from him is Cecil, a heavy dude with a big gut who has had some health issues as of late. One reason he hasn't left is because Garrett has been a huge supporter of him and has been trying to get him to workout with him before they go to work. Justin has thought about it a lot, but has yet to do so. Another issue with his job is the extreme temperatures in the warehouse. The sweat just pours off all of them each day and he is thinking that may be the reason why he hasn't gained any weight from not only his workouts but also from the food he has been putting in his body. Cecil sweats so much that he leaves huge puddles in the floor all the time. Justin finds this quite disgusting but he completely understands why the overweight guy sweats so much. He has never come in contact with any of his coworkers sweat since he doesn't like the smell or the feel of it. He has actually thought of seeing Garrett shirtless though to see the beads of sweat rolling off his body. One day when the supervisor takes a day off, Justin approaches Garrett and asks him if he is willing to go shirtless for a while so he can see his muscles. He laughs and says of course as he slowly peels his shirt off. He cannot believe how immense his chest is. He has round pecs and a jagged ab cluster that is completely covered in sweat. He turns around to start working at his station again while Justin notices his muscles contracting on the top part of his back. He looks down to stare at his butt also as it bounces up and down inside his very tight shorts. He decides that he will approach him at break and attempt to touch him. When their break is called, he goes up to him and smells the testosterone emitting from his pits and crotch. Garrett notices immediately that he is up to something and starts bouncing his pecs getting his chest even wetter. He grabs Justin’s head and rubs it in between his giant pecs. The admirer licks off the salty sweat rolling off each one and moves over to his pits. He starts licking at the drenched forest of hair and takes in its musky aroma. He is starting to love its taste now. As Justin continues to bask in his aroma, Garrett notices that his coworker’s body is starting to change. He is wearing overalls over top of a t-shirt and jeans. He hears Justin’s clothes starting to tighten up as he gets even more intoxicated by his sweaty scent. His chest is filling up the entire space of the t-shirt he is wearing as his nipples protrude and fray the fabric. The suspenders sitting on his chest are moving to his sides to make room for his new growth. His legs have started to split the seams on his jeans and his back is starting to shred his t-shirt. Your small arms are now getting so big that they are pushing your sleeves up to your shoulders. The back of his shirt is completely open now as the shoulder seams rip exposing his huge traps. The jeans he is wearing are ripping off and his butt is expanding in his boxers. Justin doesn't even notice that his cock is growing down out the bottom of his boxers as it drips its precum all over the warehouse floor. Garrett watches this happen and starts to caress it very gently. He moans as Garrett takes it in his hand and starts stroking. Justin proceeds to unzip his shorts and stroke his cock. Their break is almost over, but things have to happen now so they both move to an area where they know nobody will find them. Both of them are nearly nude now as they both only have boxers on. Justin notices that Garrett is wearing a cock ring, but he wants him to take it off since he isn’t the biggest fan of them. For him, he will so he pulls it off and hands it over to his admirer who puts it in his pocket. With his growth nearly complete, Justin’s butt shreds his boxers to the point that they fall off. Garrett moves down to suck his cock and take in his new scent emanating from him. The sweat falling off of him is dripping all over the sexy sucker’s back and it makes Justin wonder if the same thing will happen to him. As he keeps sucking, he groans as if something is hurting him. Justin watches his back tense as the muscles start to shine. His beads of sweat continuously drip off his immense pecs on to Garrett’s back. He stops sucking to yell out as he feels himself starting to grow. His strong back is widening making it tougher for the two of them to remain hidden. He puts his arms out to brace himself as his thick hands are now going through the back wall of the warehouse. Justin smiles as he witnesses these changes in front of his face. He looks slightly embarrassed for Garrett, but deep down he is enjoying it far more than he is letting on. His right hand that is going through the wall is pushing through concrete and is now cracking the surrounding blocks. He growls as he feels his cock and balls stretching and growing. Justin is leaving a huge pool of precum in front of him as he sees the destruction this big stud is making. His thickening quads and hams are making the floor create weird sounds. His width is too much for the small space they are in as his huge lats spread out and find their way into another wall creating more cracks in the wall. Justin doesn't even notice that there is someone coming up behind them. This person grabs him by the shoulder and tries to swing him around, but they end up on the floor because of the large puddle of precum. They yelp as their clothes are now covered in the aroma of his prostate. In his perverted mind, he hopes to see something happen to them. This other person happens to be Cecil as he tries to sit down in the giant puddle. He can’t seem to be able to though. He tries to bend over to catch his breath, but again can't seem to be able to. Justin is starting to watch him instead of his expanding muscle buddy. He notices that Cecil’s body is beginning to react to the precum. His stomach is starting to change shape and is forming what appears to be a roid gut. It is large, puffy, and appears to be forming abdominals out of thin air. The changes in him are quite rapid and painful. His fat body is turning into beefy muscle in practically seconds. The XXL shirt he is wearing is shredded by huge slabs of beef and his arms are growing bigger than anything he has ever seen. His ginormous legs rip through his pants and reveal glorious flesh. While they have no definition, their sheer size is unbelievable. Even Cecil's face has changed to look more handsome and masculine. His breathing is more normal now as he stands upright. Justin now wonders if Cecil has a big cock hiding inside his tight underwear. He turns back around to check on Garrett and sees that he is passed out on the ground from the sheer carnage he just experienced. The heat emanating from him is making the floor moist as he appears to be sleeping. Cecil stands behind them laughing with glee in his deep baritone voice as he bends back down into the precum puddle to rub more goo into his thick chest. Justin turns back around to watch as his glistening pecs begin to mix their sweat in with the precum. He walks over and is in awe of not only the stench coming from Cecil, but also the remarkable size he has attained through this sequence. The beefy giant bounces his pecs to mesmerize his new admirer. Justin is so turned on that he has to service his huge nipples. He moans as he sucks on them, giving him a huge rush of adrenaline. This prompts him to pull off his underwear to reveal his mammoth 13” cock. The changes that Cecil has went through accommodated the huge frame he had underneath all of his fat. The additional growth made him look even more immense than he already is. Justin cannot pinpoint exactly how tall he is now, but he guesses that he must be over 7’ tall now. He hopes that Cecil will grow again since he rubbed all of that precum on his body again. He stops nursing on his pecs to stare down at his massive rod every so often as he imagines what Cecil may or may not do next once he grows again. At this juncture in the workday, several of their colleagues are aware of what has happened and have given up on getting any work done. Some are in shock and may be aroused, but others are frightened and have clocked out to leave. It is hard to tell what may occur next.

Here's another installment of the Boot and Chris saga. I'm gauging interest in getting the story line back into chronological order and reposting the earlier episodes. -------------- Boot Goes Home for Thanksgiving As the day came closer I began to think that Thanksgiving at the mansion in Oak Park with Chris was perhaps not such a good idea after all. What had I gotten us into? For the first ten miles of the drive I didn't tell him what was waiting for us. My father and I are like oil and water, and I had originally planned on staying away for the holidays, but I wound up changing my mind after my sisters talked to me. They're my half-sisters, actually, from Pop's two previous marriages, older and married and nicely set up with their lives. But lately, after years of their threatening to sever relations and then relenting, things have taken a turn for the worse and I've been feeling a little sorry for him, alone in that big house. I knew they wouldn't be coming and I knew he wouldn't believe it until they actually didn't show up. They had threatened to stay away before, but in the end they always arrived with smiles and gifts and without recriminations. It was a perennial joke: "How can you have Thanksgiving without Ginger and Brandy?" Just fill in the name of the holiday. But this time I thought there could be trouble, depending on how much my father had been drinking before we got there. I briefed Chris on all this and he took it in like a chemistry lecture. It seemed natural to him, even though he's an only child. He calmed me down instead of the other way around: I was dreading the approach to the house, the long, curving drive and the gate and the entry doors. We could get in the gate without calling the house — I have a clicker for it — but the doors are wrought iron and glass and enormous, and if they were barred from the inside, we wouldn't be able to open them from the outside. And the housekeeper, Agnes McAuliffe, might have the day off; after all, it was Thanksgiving. But there she was, a one-woman welcoming committee in her black uniform with its white frilly apron. "Absalom, you old ingrate," she laughed as I pecked her on the cheek. We talk in a code that's mostly jokes, hardly saying a straight word to each other. "And who's this tall glass of water?" She gaped at Chris with her jaw hanging open as part of her act. "I'm Boot's friend Chris from school," Chris offered. "Well, Boot's friend Chris, I'm Agnes, and if there's anything you want, I run this place, and don't let anyone tell you different." "From what Boot tells me no one would dare," Chris said, which was perfect. And then, having heard us in the foyer, Father came gliding out from his study. He was wearing slippers and a smoking jacket, looking like he'd stepped out of a drawing-room comedy. Or perhaps more like Peter O'Toole the morning after a bender, with telltale shadows under his eyes and a look of deep disappointment. Nice to see you too, Pops. "Father," I said, "this is my friend Chris Morgen from school I told you about. Chris, this is my father, Telemachus Catsos." I knew what Chris was thinking: no wonder he named his kid Arbuthnot. Revenge. "Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Catsos. It's Chris Morgenfruh, actually. Boot wants me to change it and as far as he's concerned it's a done deal." My father looked up at Chris, squinting histrionically, and then switched his gaze to me. "He's rather large, isn't he?" he asked. I hate when Pops does this to people, talking about them like they're not there. "He hears and speaks perfectly well, Pops," I said. "You may address all such questions directly to him." He swiveled back to Chris and extended his hand, acting exasperated and perplexed for my benefit. "Well. Chris. Call me Telly. So what's your sport? Football, no doubt? Or the shot-t-t put-t-t?" He pounced on the consonants like he was spitting tobacco juice. "Not an athlete, I'm afraid," said Chris. "I'm studying engineering. We don't even build those fighting robots." Pops looked at me and said, "Grotesque misallocation of resources, isn't it?" A little snide, but this remark was also a sop to me, using business argot to show that we share an interest in something. Then he told Chris "No use fighting destiny, son. Biology is destiny. Take a look in the mirror." If Chris was baffled, he seemed not to care. Just another nuthouse. "Don't mind him," I said. "My father can be rude, but he figures that if he's cryptic enough then no one will notice." At this point Agnes' two granddaughters came in. How old were they now? Eleven, I think? Deirdre and Fiona are fraternal twins, and as always, they were determined to look different from each other — Deirdre in braids and Fiona in a ponytail, Deirdre in a classic tartan pinafore and Fiona in a cute skirt and a girly blouse. But with their auburn hair, freckles, green eyes and all that rosiness, it was really no use; they seemed like the same girl. They had come bounding into the foyer to greet me, but as soon as they glimpsed Chris, they stopped short and went shy, blushing and exchanging urgent whispers. "Girls," I said, "this is my friend Chris from college. Chris, this is Fiona, and this is Deirdre." They stood their ground with their eyes wide, not moving or speaking. Chris knelt down and said "Hi, Deirdre. Hi, Fiona." They walked up to him warily — first Deirdre, who curtseyed silently and then ran back to her place beside Fiona, and then Fiona, who looked him straight in the eyes. "Hi, Chris," she said. And then, before turning back, she reached out to Chris' left upper arm, the bicep, actually, as he knelt there. She seemed to wipe her hand on it, as if an ice cream cone had dripped on her. When she rejoined Deirdre, they had more to whisper about. Chris was wearing a long-sleeve button-down I ordered for him, so his arms were covered. Yet with her first glance at him Fiona seemed to take in secret information, and now Deirdre knew it too. They couldn't look away. His collar button was open, revealing just a bit of cleavage under his neck. Is that what they saw? What were they thinking? "Girls," said Agnes, "don't go back to the playroom now. Go upstairs and wash up. Dinner will be soon." "I think we should wait for Ginger and Brandy," said Pops. Agnes and I gave each other the eye-roll. "I don't think they're coming, Mr. Catsos," said Agnes. "Trust me, they're coming," said Pops. "They'll be here any minute. It wouldn't be Thanksgiving without — " "Don't say it, Pops," I said. "You sound like your friend Dubya with his weapons of mass destruction." My father and I don't see eye-to-eye on politics. "Ginger and Brandy aren't even in the country. They're in St. Barts." "They're not in St. Barts. I'm renting the St. Barts house this week." "They're at a resort, Pops. They wouldn't stay at the house even if you let them. Both families together, the girls, their husbands and your grandchildren. I talked to them this morning and they're having a really good time, and you can't blame them. Only you would try to use Thanksgiving as a way to break up two families. How could you think they would come here without their husbands and children?" "I don't consider them proper husbands. You know that. When a father's consent is withheld…" These whining moments are when he sounds like one of his wives. "It's like a tree falling when no one's there. I'm surprised they could even afford St. Barts without — " "Father, get over it! They're married ladies with loving husbands and good homes. They're raising children and getting on with their lives." I could hear Agnes in the dining room re-setting the table, removing place settings that my father must have insisted upon earlier. She was raising a clatter to distract us. Chris was smiling politely and looking around as if unperturbed, but I'm sure he wanted to sink into the limestone floor. A couple of times he looked up as if he were noticing or remembering something and he'd wander off for a bit, perhaps looking for a bathroom. I couldn't imagine the few of us gathering in that huge, cheerless dining room under the gilt-framed portraits of Pop's grandparents; I had to change the subject. "So Pops," I said, "I see the place still looks like crap. What happened to your redecorating?" "I fired the decorator," he said. "Another one? What is it with you?" "You're the one who told me that chemistry is everything with these consultative services," said Pops. "Anyway, it's an incredible racket. First she charges me $150 an hour, and every five-minute phone call is charged as an hour, and then she tacks a huge commission onto every purchase, and then she won't show me the original receipts — they're all her own internally generated documents. A twenty-one-point-seven percent commission on purchases? What a crock." "You've got to admit it sounds like a bit of a scam," said Chris. "You see that?" said Pops. "A man of judgment." "We could make these reception rooms look much better by ourselves in about ten minutes," said Chris. "Like that room over there?" He pointed to the great room, which opens off the foyer through an archway without doors. "It's enormous, how big is it?" "Who knows," said Pops. "Ask the decorator." "It must be over forty feet long," said Chris. "You've got some beautiful furniture in there, but you shouldn't just push it up against the walls. It looks like you've cleared the floor for a dance contest, there's no way for people to sit and talk to each other and rest a drink within reach. And here, a table like this — " We were still standing around in the foyer and he went over to an elaborate marble table with a pietra dura top that Pops' first wife had shipped over from Italy — "You don't put a spectacular table like this off to the side and put chairs next to it. A round table like this…is the top cemented on?" He tested the edge of the table as if it were a cigar. "It is. Too bad. A table like this is intended to go in the exact center of an entry space like this one, right under your lantern. That lantern is a very nice piece, by the way. Old. And these carpets are good, they're Kashans, you don't want to put a heavy table on top of…actually, they could be paired to frame a pathway from the door and define their spaces. You want to emphasize symmetry in a foyer…" He whisked one rug away from the room's center and then picked up the marble table with care and without apparent effort, one arm cradling the spiral pedestal base and the other hand gripping the top. He was so tender with it and it seemed so easy, how could anyone object? I happen to know it weighs hundreds of pounds, all inlaid marble, eighteenth century. He squatted to center the table under the hanging lamp and then fiddled with the rugs and chairs. My speechless father watched with his brow knitted and his eyes practically popping out of his head, as if he were observing a demonstration of nuclear fusion that might kill us all, while Chris loped around moving apparently weightless furniture and cheerfully talking about interior decoration. Pops said, "It took a crew of three men to move that table. Two hours and a lot of grunting and equipment. And a bill to match." "There," said Chris. "You put a silver tray on top of that table and it's ready for calling cards. And a glass urn or a bowl in the center. What do you think, guys?" Without question the foyer now was looking as originally intended by the society architect who designed it, but Pops remained silent. "Too bad nobody uses calling cards anymore," I said. "Well, let's go into that other room, do we have time?" said Chris. He went into the great hall, leaving me and my father alone. "So does this mean you're gay?" asked Pops. That took me by surprise and I burst out laughing with a snort, something I hate doing. "No, Pops. I mean to try gay sex one of these days, but not with Chris. He might kill me by accident." "You're going to have to choose between him and your Colombian call girl, my friend." "Pops, Chela is not a call girl, she's an interesting woman. You'd like her. She's smart, she's entrepreneurial, and she's really pretty. And she happens to be my girlfriend. How does it feel to go through life thinking the worst about everyone? It must be pathetic. Sad. Chris is my close friend. That's all he is. And by the way, I'm not your friend, I'm your son." Chris called out from the great hall: "Hey, Boot, you want to help me with this sofa?" But we continued to ignore him in favor of the Catsos family soap opera: Ginger, Brandy, my mother, their mothers. I don't know how much time Pops took with his serial accusations, though the worst thing he said about me is that I've never listened to him, and he's right about that. Then he doubled back and said, sotto voce, "So Chris is your close friend and he's your roommate. He's quite a specimen, without doubt. And you're not sleeping with him?" Chris called out from the great hall: "Never mind, Boot." This time I just smiled. "Chris is the last person you'd want to have sex with, gay or straight. That business with the marble table was nothing, he's stronger than you could possibly imagine. He controls it, but in good sex you lose control, and I don't want to be there. I don't want to be anywhere near it. Somebody's got to get hurt." "Don't be so overdramatic," said Pops. "What about those big Bulgarian weightlifters? Do you think they brutalize their big Bulgarian wives?" "Trust me," I said. "Chris is in a different league. He's a different species." My father looked pensive. "I don't want my only heirs to be kids in a household with two fathers." And just where the fuck was that coming from? I had just told him I haven't had gay sex yet. "Pops," I said, "you have three children and you've disinherited two, and now you're ready to disinherit the last one? The only one who still bears your name? You know, that's fine with me, but what about you? I'm barely nineteen and I'm financially independent. I'm happy to renounce my inheritance right now. Don't wait, give it to the United Fund at the Harvest Ball this Saturday, make a big splash. I'm always going to have all the money I want, no matter what the economy does. But what about you? Aren't you going to be kind of lonely? What a question. You're lonely already and you can't admit it to yourself or anyone else." Chris came back into the foyer wearing a puppy-dog smile and pretending not to hear us. "Step this way, gentlemen," he said, gesturing like Vanna White, and Pops and I were happy to cut off the melodrama and comply. Pops led the way into the great hall. "Good Lord in heaven," he said. "How in the world did you do this? Did you wave a wand?" I'm not sure I would have recognized his voice if he hadn't been standing there; he had probably never sounded so expressive or positive about anything. As for the room, it looked quite good. Not extraordinary for a big house, but still…quite good. Chris had grouped the furniture into seating areas that made sense. The two largest sofas were now facing each other from opposite sides of the shorter axis, perhaps fifteen feet apart, backed by console tables with lamps and vases in appropriate places. Who knew you could do that with a sofa, put space around it? Scattered about were smaller seating pieces and tables creating cozy little zones, looking as if we'd planned it that way all along. Or as if we'd worked it out after years of hospitality, when in fact my father hasn't entertained since his latest divorce. My favorite linen loveseat was grouped with a couple of chairs and a Canterbury with the ancient National Geographics still in it; my mother's Recamier was placed diagonally in a corner with a big fern behind it, ready for a reclining Olympia to strike her pose. And toward the other corner — "You know, I think he actually repositioned the piano?" I said. "Not much," said Chris. "You don't just shove a piano into a corner. You think it's all right where it is now? "All right? It's superb," said Pops. "I told you that decorator was a charlatan. Superb." "I don't know about that, but I think the room is improved," said Chris. "That may be the biggest fireplace I've ever seen." He didn't mention it's also the gloomiest. "What you need for it is called a fender. It's like an upholstered brass bench. I set up those wing chairs there as if you already had one." "I do have one," said Pops. "It's downstairs in storage, the decorator made me buy it. Eighteen thousand dollars. I thought it was ridiculous. I told her to take it back." "Is it old?" asked Chris. "She said it's antique," said Pops. "If it's a good one that might be a good deal," said Chris. "We should set it up and see how it looks. A new one could cost you two-thirds that much and it's not as good an investment." I hadn't sat down since we arrived, and I desperately wanted to. But first I went over to Chris and put my hand on his shoulder, a reach upward for me. Any excuse to touch him — wherever you put your hand, it's always a jolt, bigger and harder than you expect. "Earth to Chris," I said, as I sometimes do. "Slow down. It's Thanksgiving." It was partly just an excuse to feel his delt and make sure it was still as hard as I remembered after all the decorating talk, which seemed somehow feminizing. But this time, as always, touching him provided a shock. Not that it's happened that often…it hasn't. But even Chris says they always surprise, his muscles, I mean, no matter how you try to imagine them. I had felt smug about getting him button-down shirts bespoke from Pinks, to camouflage his size from my father, but that game might be over. Imagine him tossing those sofas around! Some of them are at least eight feet long. How did he lift them? Did he take his shirt off while he was working? I wish I had been watching. We would have heard if he'd dragged anything. He hadn't, yet nothing had stayed where it was. "Where did all this decorating jive come from, Chris?" I asked him. "My mother trained as an architect and she practiced for a while as an interior designer," he said. "Not for some years now, but I learned a lot as a kid. Let's go get that fender for your dad, yes?" Luckily, before I could even start saying 'no,' Agnes came in to announce dinner. It turned out she had done a little redecorating of her own. In our dining room, which looks like a place where knights would assemble before going out to kill people, we have two big library tables pushed together to serve as a refectory table. But Agnes had pulled them apart and positioned them side by side, with one set up as a buffet and the other with chairs for the six of us. It was too big, but not absurdly so, and the room looked brighter than I had ever seen it, with white cloths on both tables. I said, "Agnes, you sly devil, look what you've done! It's beautiful." Centered amidst all the side dishes, a flawless turkey dominated the buffet table. There were steam trays on one side, cold dishes on the other. We all clucked admiringly and watched as Agnes handed the carving set to my father. "Watch that knife, boyo," she said. "She's sharp as the winter wind. I sharpened her up." My father handed the set over to me. "My son carves a bird superbly," he said. What came over him, to say something so nice? He had indeed taught me to carve poultry well, and here he was using the same word, 'superb,' to describe my prowess and that of the stranger in our midst. I tried to think of other things he had taught me: to blend Sherry, yes. To play chess, yes. To throw a ball, no. "Thanks, Pops," I said. It had been a long time, but I zeroed in on the joints just as I'd been taught: one leg, one thigh, one wing, some dark slices removed, some breast slices next, one side left pristine for later. Only when I had arranged these parts on a separate platter did we all take our plates and gather at the buffet table. "If you don't mind," said Agnes, "in my family we say grace, and I would like to say that we feel honored to be sharing this meal with the Catsos family and we also feel honored to be enjoying it in a country where everyone is free to believe as they choose, and we'd like to take a moment of silence for each of us to give thanks in our own way." We hadn't been silent very long when Fiona piped up. "And I would like to thank our dear Lord for bringing us our new friend Chris," she said, sounding somehow authoritative yet childish, like the biggest kid on the playground. Her words touched me deeply, and I said "that's a beautiful grace, Fiona," but I don't think she even noticed I was speaking. She was staring intently at Chris. "I know your secret," she told him, with a look of deep seriousness. Her cute little hand was clenched in a fist.

Hey guys This story is dedicated to my good friend Mad Dog, I hope you enjoy muscle growth on older men because we are entering... THE AGE OF MUSCLE GODS! Story by Muscl4life CHAPTER I : Power of one, hunger of many. Right in the morning, I knew it would be one of those very long days. My secretary had called in sick the third time this month, which meant that I had to arrive earlier to take care of paperwork and every other detail before the patients arrive. It was stupidly hot and damping humid outside and the door attendant realized my frustration when I entered the building so he told me the central a/c was broke and they company would only fix it in the weekend. I had to open the windows to freshen up my office, but it also resulted in letting in the loud traffic noises and the disgusting fumes, still there was no other way to survive in such uncivilized heat. I managed to survive in that smelly furnace for a few hours until the first patient arrived for the 2 o’clock appointment. “Hello there, you must be Bradley right? Please come in.” I greeted the young lad opening the door. “Yes, thank you Doctor Finnegan…” His voice tone was very low and judging by his body language, I could tell this young man carried many issues. Although I was not having the best of days, I knew he needed someone to whom he could talk urgently. “Please make yourself comfortable, can I call you Brad?” I asked while he sat down at the couch, noticing how nervous that young man seemed. “I don’t mind, I mean you can call me Brad, if you want Dr. Finnegan.” “And you can call me John. How old are you Brad?” I smiled at him. “I just turned 18 last week, I hope this isn’t a problem.” He said at once. “I don’t see any problem, Brad. We are just going to talk.” I explained in a professional tone. “Ah, cool…” He replied and quickly returned to his silence. Brad carried the typical “emo” look. Dressed in black cargo pants, matching the color of his worn out Anathema T-shirt; his hairdo was meticulously cut to look like it was casually disheveled, dyed in a very dark tone of black with a purple lock that covered the left one of his very blue eyes. However, the blond roots needed retouching, which probably meant that he has been very busy to take care of his meticulous look. “So, what have brought you here, Brad?” He was understandably uncomfortable so I let him calm down for a bit, but noticing that he was growing restless, I decided to lead the session in the traditional way. “Brad, I just want you to know that I am here to help you, whatever problems you might have I am here to listen to you.” I gently smiled. It took him a few extra moments of hesitation, but he finally closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “It is all my fault! I did something terribly wrong and now the whole world will suffer the consequences of my actions!” I could tell it was somehow a relief for that young man. “Have you committed any crime, Brad? Did you come here to confess anything?” I replied, suddenly feeling not so sure of my safety in the office with that disturbed lad. Brad looked at me rolling his big blue eyes. “I didn’t shot or kill anybody, just because I dress like this, it doesn’t mean that I am one those psychopaths. Please, have some respect for my freedom of expression okay?” “I am so sorry, Brad, I judged you in advance. That won’t happen again, I promise.” I felt bad for the kid, he came looking for help, and I treated him like everybody else. “It’s not only your fault; I guess I should have explained things first. I came to you because I read the books you wrote on paranormality. You basically tried to convince your readers that we can do things with our minds that science can’t yet explain right?” That lad sure had done his homework. “You’re right, Brad. The human mind is more powerful than current medical science can measure.” He took a deep breath. “Well, that’s good, because I have discovered something that freaked me out. I have this power…this ability if you want, it started very soft and subtle but it is getting very hard to control it!” “What kind of ability are talking about, Brad? Divination, Telekinesis, Pyrokinesis?” I felt that discussing things in a more technical level could make him realize I understood his concerns. “No, nothing of that…it is a weird power. I can…make men grow bigger and more muscular!” Brad confessed, probably expecting that I would just call him lunatic. I looked seriously at him and replied. “You are not the first one who reported me such condition, Brad.” “What?” “In fact, I have even started a special study on this particular condition. All over the world, many male individuals have been reporting this new kind of paranormal ability, and I am inclined to believe that it is linked to a correlated phenomenology, which is the reports of hugely muscular men, much bigger than any acceptable social standards.” Bradley was speechless for a few moments. “So, you say that you believe in me?” “I never thought you were lying, Brad, but perhaps you are taking the blame for something that is not being caused by you, at least not consciously. Now tell me, who you believe that has been growing because of you?” Bradly smirked. “You’re just full of crap, aren’t you? Alright, I know you probably have found out that I am into older muscular men.” “There’s nothing wrong with that Brad. You are a young healthy man expressing your sexuality; you are entitled to have your fantasies.” I never expected to get such breakthrough right in the first session. “Oh, I express my sexuality indeed. I can’t help it, everywhere I look, those geezers who were skinny, flabby and weak turning into massive muscular men right in front of my eyes, and they come after me, they all lust for my tiny, soft, smooth body!” I could tell the guilty Brad carried was consuming him. “These men are indeed superbly muscular and much bigger than we once thought to be possible, Brad. They are all over 60 years old and such muscular development has never been recorded in Medical History, it’s understandable that you feel attracted to them, like all the other young men who believe they are doing something so wrong they need to be punished.” The young emo lad snapped. “You’re just like everybody else! I am telling you that I am responsible for all those growing geezers all over the world. I have set the changes! All those guys are just mere vessels for my own madness!” I took a deep breath. “Brad, why are you inflicting such pain and suffering upon yourself? Do you believe you have done anything that deserves such punishment?” The tears blurred the heavy makeup underneath his eyes. “I am fucking my own grandfather!” He confessed and felt so guilty that I had to hold his arms before he stormed out of the room. “Please, tell me what happened. Were you abused?” “What? No way! My grandpa feels just as guilty as I am feeling at frist …we couldn’t help it! He’s growing so intensely, and I am feeling so horny when I am near him…” “Does anyone else in your family knows about that?” “He’s the only family I have, my parents died in a car crash and he was a widower before the accident. He raised me ever since I was 8 years old, we lived very happy until…I broke everything” “So, your grandfather is one of the men growing, I understand that it might have been a dramatic change in your young life. He has been your male role model, and seeing him becoming so much more muscular and stronger is a very powerful fact.” I tried to rationalize but Brad was convinced otherwise. “He is not just one of the growing men, he is the primordial one, the one through which I channeled my power and damped with the supernatural forces of this existence!” Bradley shook his head violently. “You know that paranormal abilities are not the same of supernatural forces, Brad. You have studied my books and understood the differences…” “Oh please, they’re the same thing, only told with different words! I set this shit in the world through the ritual I performed in my house! I found the ancient books of magic and sorcery, I have found the components, and I did everything for him!” Brad was deeply moved by his own hallucinations. “Brad, listen to yourself, you really believe that some ritual you performed is capable of changing men all over the world?” “You don’t understand…the power I have, it manifests when I am horny, and Grandpa was the first to receive the benefits, he has always been very muscular and manly…” Bradley picked his cellphone and showed me some pictures that deeply impressed me. “Is this your grandfather?” I asked holding the cellphone closer as I switched over the impressively hot pictures of this tall bearish tower of muscle elder man, with a huge thick cock posing with such casual authority that it simply blew my professionalism out of the park. At that moment I knew Bradley had to be hallucinating, because I had seen pictures of that same man many times before, posted in different gay blogs and sites all over the internet. That was one of the most iconic “muscle daddy” fantasies – the tall, bald, bearded, massively muscular man with white hair all over his phenomenal body. Bradley sighed. “Yeah, imagine what it feels to be a young gay man living with a breathing wall of muscle. Grandpa is not aware of his oozing sexuality, even the simplest of his actions can set me on fire, the way he drinks milk out of the gallon, bulging those hugely biceps…” I gasped. “This can’t be true Brad, these pictures had been around much before the reports of the growing elder men; the muscles on this man were earned by years of hard work and dedication.” The young lad looked at me, realizing that I had also found the pictures of his alleged grandpa. “Yeah, you’re just one among thousands of horny men dying to know more about my pops. You must have jerked off a lot to these pictures, haven’t you?” I tried to ignore my own blushing. “Regardless, I have seen these pictures all over the internet. It is hard to believe this man is your grandfather since it is such a famous picture, and no one seems to know more about him. Brad’s grin was priceless. “Well, I am truly his only grandson. I was very shocked when I found about them too, but it was a great thing because my obsession was making me crazy. At least I found out that not only he was gay as well, but he also likes to show off his amazing body!” “So he just took these pictures behind your back?” I asked in disbelief. “Yeah, Grandpa used to take the pictures when I wasn’t home, he asked his lovers to take them, and his fans are always begging him to post more, I am so excited that he digs the fact people want to know more about the humongous muscle man who poses naked outside the snowy winter. Now I have the pleasure to be the only one taking his pictures, but we stopped sharing them, at least until I unleashed the growth” “What do you mean Brad?” I realized that I sounded as nervous as the young lad in the beginning did. “Things before pops and I have grown much more intense after these pictures. Once I found about them, it gave me the courage to come clean about my feelings, and my biggest surprise was to realize that he just felt that I was the hottest twink in the world!” Bradley said in a truly proud tone. “So, how has escalated to a worldwide geezer growth situation?” I still strongly believed that young lad was just another one of the muscle daddy lovers who lost their sanity after this unexplainable growth condition started. Brad rolled his eyes. “You don’t believe I am responsible for this right? Fine…I’ll let you with a proof. You must have realized that not ALL older men are growing at this point, only some of them are being blessed.” I decided to see where this was going. “Yeah, my Uncle Steve is 67 years old and he doing quite alright without any growth so far. I had just checked with him a few days ago.” Brad reached for my hand and held it for a moment, closing his eyes for a second before opening them with a renewed grin. “Yep, that’s right. Your dear Uncle Steve has not shown any growth, but he has never been a skinny man either, a former Ranger, he has been in great shape for his entire life. I bet he is upset that he has not started growing like some of the older men. That’s because the growth needs a trigger, and this can only be provided by a younger guy desiring the man to grow bigger for him…” “Okay…that was spooky, I’ll admit.” I said retrieving my hand from Brad’s touch. “Don’t worry, doc. I understand how you feel; you called your Uncle Steve with desperate hopes to see if he had grown bigger too, but both of you felt so frustrated with the answer. But that’s okay now, I made it happen, your hunger for his growth triggered the changes for your dear Uncle Steve, he’ll soon join my grandpa and the many others all over the world. The rest of the reports you had are not hallucinations, but they are not responsible for the growth either. I am doing this, I am changing the world because Grandpa asked me to.” I gulped. “Brad, what the hell are you talking about? W-what has he asked you?” Brad stood up at once. “Oh dear…would you look at the time? It’s the end of our session. I guess we’ll have to wait till next week to discuss more about that huh? ” He said letting the money for the session on my desk and headed towards the door. “The world is about to change even further, John. The right men will grow to claim the power they deserve over us, little frail men. They will lead us, they will love us, and they will protect us from our naughty selves”. He said before closing the door. I was simply appalled, that young emo lad changed his expression, and he no longer seemed the troubled young beautiful lad that came into my office. He had a confident aura about him like he had done exactly what he needed to do. That boy was so spooky, but then I felt this urge to grab my cell and dial to my Uncle Steve. It actually took him more than usual to answer, but thankfully, Uncle Steve’s voice at the other side made me calm. “Hello, John.” “Uncle Steve, I am so glad to hear from you. Is everything alright ?” I heard something in the back, I could swear it was some kind of animal roaring. “Oh it sure is, boy. I was just talking to my friend Bruce here; he had great news for me!” “Really? What is it?” I asked shortly forgetting about the weird session I just had. I overheard someone saying. “It is done, call him over.” Uncle Steve chuckled. “I can’t say it now, you will have to come here, but you will love it! I promise.” I suddenly gulped. “Grandpa, does your friend has a grandson?” “Oh yeah, he does and his name is Brad, a very interesting character.” “I am coming right away Uncle…” I said before turning off the call and reach for my bag. To be continued.

Daniel is a teenager getting ready to focus on his college plans. His grades are so good that he earned a scholarship to a great university. He has never really focused his energy on the way he looks, but his classmates have let him know has small he is quite often. At only 5'5 and 120 pounds, he looks slightly out of place among his senior class. The reason could be due to the fact that he never went through puberty. He has no facial hair and his body hair is practically invisible. His parents always tell him that it will happen when he least expects it. They want him to be careful when he is out in public. He finds this quite amusing, but he always felt they were partially right. He has female friends, but they don't see him as a suitable mate, rather just a guy they can talk to about their problems in their lives. He has never had a sexual preference for either sex, but wouldn't mind dating either sex. His male buddies kid him all the time about his boyish looks and how his muscles look like they belong on a 10-year old. He has two really close friends that could not be more different. One of them, Anderson, is small like him and has dated him occasionally. He actually likes Daniel a lot, but he doesn't see him as a match since he likes bigger men. His other buddy, Vance, is a tank that befriended him when he bailed him out of a fight in elementary school. They both have hung out quite a bit in the last few years and have even had sleepovers in his backyard. He is very open with Daniel and has let him put his arms around his body when Daniel sleeps. This never connected with him before, but it is possible that he really likes Daniel. He is biracial and understands what Daniel has been going through more than he realizes. He too was picked on because of his differences when he was younger before he bulked up and took a stand against his bullies. Daniel invites his two good friends to a campsite the weekend before you all graduate to just enjoy their last days together. As all three of them are setting up their tents, Daniel feels really dizzy and has to go sit down somewhere. Vance sees how he his feeling and picks him up in his arms to carry him over to the riverbank beside the campsite. He sees that Daniel is about to go through some kind of change, but he doesn't want to tell him. He watches him closely to see if he is going to pass out or not. Anderson watches both guys as he continues to put up the tents and yells at Vance every once in a while to know how Daniel is doing. He lays him down and unbuttons his shirt because he sees how much Daniel is sweating now. He reassures him that he is there for him no matter what happens. Daniel can feel excruciating pain running up his legs and into his chest. Vance hears something pop as he watches his buddy’s legs lengthen their way towards the river. His eyes grow huge when he sees this as he also feels Daniel’s thighs getting thicker and stretching the fabric in his jeans. He notices the denim starting to fray as body hair emerges through the gaps. He looks down and witnesses his feet tearing through his boots as he starts to thrash about. Vance is now mesmerized by his transformation. With Daniel’s shirt still open, he sees his waist thicken as cords of muscle begin appearing in his midsection. Vance places his hands on Daniel’s growing chest and feels the pecs blowing up into giant mounds as his abs begin popping out from within. More cracking is heard as his back starts to reshape making room for more growth. It hurts exponentially, but Vance is noticing that Daniel is beyond the pain now. He sees lats growing from behind his back and they are pulling the shirt away from his body. Daniel’s back is growing so much that Vance can feel him actually being lifted from the ground by it. Now his arms are starting to vibrate uncontrollably. His skinny arms he had inside his shirt are now exploding in size, getting huge and powerful. He sees Daniel’s forearms shred the shirt as his growing biceps blow through the sleeves. Now his shoulders are ripping through the top of the shirt and Daniel’s neck widens leading to his voice changing. He hears his moans change to deep groans and growls. While his face still looks the same, his body hair has dramatically thickened as a black forest begins to grow all over his body. He caresses Daniel’s body hair as he goes in to kiss him. As he approaches the newly mature Daniel’s face, he watches in delight as a nice coating of hair has appeared on his face. The growing teen is spent from the growth, but Vance's kiss ignites fireworks between the two of them. Anderson missed the whole sequence, but he will soon know how it resulted. The pants Daniel is wearing are so dangerously tight that they are cutting off the circulation to his legs. To relieve the pressure, he flexes his new quads as the pant seams explode. He easily rips them off and to show off his beautifully hairy legs. Vance smiles as he turns him on so much. He tries to pick Daniel up, but he is now over 6' tall and Vance is 6'2. He kisses him passionately again and wants to make love to him. The underwear he is wearing amazingly is still intact, but his cock has slightly grown too. He has to adjust it to where his cock sits on the side instead of in the upright position. Vance starts rubbing it with loving caresses and holds him with his other hand. He looks Daniel straight into his green eyes and admits that he was aware of him impending change and wanted to wait until the time was right to make his move. He pulls his engorged cock out of his underwear and leans down to kiss the huge cockhead. He licks it with his tongue and then spits a small amount of saliva onto it making it nice and wet. Daniel feels his mouth go down on the shaft and slowly starts moving up and down on it getting a nice rhythm going. He moans incessantly as Vance gets him close to the edge and keeps stopping over and over again. This makes him want to go deeper inside Vance’s mouth. This prompts Daniel to start growing again as his ass rips the seams of his underwear. The eager sucker grabs the hair thickening up on his ass and starts to finger his hole. He can feel something from within Daniel that may cause another growth spurt and decides to pull his cock out of his mouth. He starts jerking him to the point that he can't hold back any more and erupts. His thick white fountain splashes Vance in the face as he starts gripping the ground. He smiles as Daniel’s back begins to get longer again. His muscles are getting so big and thick that his body hair now looks thinner. He scoops up some of Daniel’s cum and starts to rub it into his body beginning with the pecs and arms. The growing teen moans as it appears to be working. The hair thickens back up again and coats all of his muscles more than before. Vance gulps down Daniel’s growing cock and swallows the jizz that is still flowing out of him. He rubs his buddies head and wants to kiss him again. Daniel pulls Vance away from his cock long enough to drizzle some of his cum onto his tongue to share a wet kiss. He swallows the tasty cum and watches as his abs thicken up and widen. Vance rubs his bigger muscles and wants him to grow even bigger. At 6'6, he is not sure how much more Daniel wants. The two studly teens can now hear Anderson yelling back as he can see what has happened. He races over and feels how powerful Daniel’s body has become. He hasn't always been as open about his feelings for Daniel as Vance has, but he obviously likes what he sees since he has his hand in his pants. He sits down beside the two big teens and watches the two of them start to go further. Vance is taking his clothes off now so he can sit on top of Daniel’s thick cock. He bounces up and down on him wanting to feel him erupt inside his body so he can possibly have his own growth spurt. He is now about four inches taller than Vance and about 50 pounds bigger too so he can move him around with ease now. As they get into the doggy style position, Daniel is able to get all the way in and go to town on him. He yells in pleasure as the now aggressive top is hitting his prostate and milking him. Anderson moves down to get underneath so he can catch Vance’s spunk into his mouth. Daniel can feel how close he is now so he doesn’t hold back anymore. He shoots massive jets of cum into his eager bottom’s belly and shutters at the extraordinary feeling. Vance yells in ecstasy as he explodes straight into Anderson’s waiting mouth. Without much effort, Anderson sprays his spunk all over Vance’s big feet. The three horny teens fall over on the riverbank completely spent from the sex capade that just occurred.

For everyone to read, but dedicated to all the U.S. folks on here. Happy Independence Day. - Frank Force of July by F_R_Eaky "...Aaaaaand give me three, no four of the spinners as well please." "Geeez-o-meeo, Aiden. You think you have enough fireworks. I mean seriously, I think you've blown a pay check." "No, not really." "And your total comes to two-hundred and fifty three dollars right on the dot, sir." "Oh my god! Aiden! You did! You just blew like a freakin' paycheck!" Aiden turned a glance towards his new boyfriend, Mason and stared into his bright green eyes. He was slightly tall at six-foot one inch, had something a little beefier than a swimmers build, long chestnut brown hair, two day beard and mustache, and hair that feathered nicely across the entirety of his chest, but then funneled down into a nice trail straight down the middle of his abs and to his.... Aiden smiled at Mason with a twinkle in his eye, and handed him a couple of the bags of fireworks he bought. "The amount is about the same, yes, but I didn't blow a paycheck. Tips, birthday, and Christmas money is where this all came from. I do this every year, save up so I can buy a lot of fireworks to shoot of in the back yard. I will admit however...I bought quite a few extra because I'm pissed right now." Mason laughed lightly at Aiden as Aiden picked up a couple of bags and then let the firework sales men help carry the rest. Aiden had a little bit of trouble with his bags as he wasn't quite so agile and strong as his boyfriend. He stood all of five four, maybe a hundred pounds on a good day sopping wet. He had strawberry blond hair, and ice blue eyes, and the start of goatee that looked more like a bad costume piece for a Chinese mustache. He was thin and scrawny, but carried himself as best as he could. The bags loaded the two young men got into the truck and proceeded on their way home. They talked briefly about what pissed Aiden off so much. They had spread out a blanket at the River's Edge Park to have a picnic and watch the pre-eve pre-show of fireworks on that July third. They were just sitting and talking, not even holding hands or sitting side by side, when some local made a comment about how gross they were. Mason semi smarted off to the guy and discovered quickly, it wasn't your average man. He was six feet six inches tall and built like an offensive lineman in the National Football League. He and his buddies soon, made a big spiel about the two and then proceeded to throw Aiden and Mason out of the park, mainly because there wasn't a police officer there who thought he could take the brute down without having to draw a gun and nobody really wanted that on a holiday weekend. The couple simply packed up their things and left, with Mason telling Aiden they could swing by a fireworks tent on the way home to make their own display to help cheer them up. The two also talked about their fetish. It's what brought the two together. They both like muscle. Well they like big guys....REALLY big guys. The taller, the beefier, the more hung, the better. They met on a chat and had been seeing each other for a number of years having whack off parties - pretending they were growing into giant mass brutes. Of course realizing it was all in the realm of fantasy and that the odds of them finding or turning into something like that were practically zero, they had started to date people for what they worth on the inside, and decided that each other was really good company, especially since they shared that fetish. "You know, Aid....you've got enough there for two nights. Why don't you relax and release some tension by shooting off some of the fireworks tonight. I'll make dinner in the kitchen and I can see them go off through the window, then we can have dinner, and then I'll put on our favorite compilation movie, the one with Lou Ferrigno as Hercules being made to grow into a giant and then grow into universal size. Hey, if you like, I can even put the picnic stuff away in the fridge, and grill some t-bones for dinner instead. How 'bout it?" Aiden thought for a minute and then smirked. "That....that sounds like a great idea. We can pretend we've grown so huge if we flick our big toe it sends that fucking bully flying into the next state!" "Now we're talkin'!" When they got home Aiden went out back and set up some of the bags of fireworks while Mason went in, packed up the picnic lunch, and then began on dinner. When he knew he didn't have to turn away every five seconds from the window, Mason signaled Aiden by flashing the kitchen lights off and on. It was a nice plot of land they lived on, out in the country and inherited from Aiden's father. It was illegal to actually shoot of fireworks in this state, but being out in the country so deep in the sticks, the neighbors either did the illegal activities with you, enjoyed them, or were too far away to know you did them. After making sure he had a couple of buckets of water, a fire extinguisher, and having wet the grass and trees in a good circle, Aiden pulled out a couple of bags of fireworks. Deciding to keep it somewhat an air of surprise, Aiden didn't hunt and search through the bags for the fireworks, he simply stuck his hand in the bag without looking and pulled them out. His first blind rummage through the bag, he pulled out a Roman Candle. "I love these." Aiden thought to himself. "We used to have wars with these when I was kid." Aiden lit the fuse and then stood pointing the way towards a lake so the balls that would come out would fly into the water and not set anything a blaze. This Roman Candle firework proved a bit different and interesting at first. Normally the fuse is lit, it burns down, and then suddenly FOOMP FOOMP FOOMP! Several balls of various colors come flying out one end of the "candle." This time, however, after the fuse burnt down there erupted a small cone of sparkles the fizzed and burned a bit. "AAAAH-HOOO!" Aiden uttered loudly. Suddenly for no explainable reason, Aiden was getting an erection. His small dick, grew hard as the cone of sparks fizzed, until he was at his maximum length of four inches. Aiden began to sweat a bit, and his breathing became a little rapid. Fear was gripping him slightly as he wondered what on earth was triggering his erection. He didn't have any time to think about it thought. FOOMP! - "AUUUUGH!" A ball shot out of the candle and Aiden's dick lurched forward, about an inch, and stayed there. FOOMP! - OOOH! FOOOMP! - AAUUGH! FOOMP! -HUUUUUUH! FOOMP! FOOMP! FOOMP! FOOOMP! AAAAAUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRGH OOOH! huh huh huh huh huh.... Shaking, Aiden dropped the now spent Roman Candle to the ground and stumbled backwards. He was now in a tremendous amount of pain, his dick being caught up in the fabric and waist band of his shorts and underwear. The tent was enormous, but still was bending his cock somewhat. Had there been enough room the tent would've been obscene, looking like part of a real pitched tent. Fumbling he collapsed on his back on the hillside and trembly attempted to get his shorts unzipped and button undone. SPROING! Once accomplished, his dick just shot out and pushed down the waist band of his underwear. Grabbing it with both hands, Aiden was astonished by its girth and length. It looked as long as a ruler to him and slightly less thick than a Pringle's can. Aiden wondered what he was going to...what Mason would do? "Hey, buddy" Mason shouted out from the kitchen window, unable to see Aiden from his point of view. "Is that all you're gonna shoot off?" "N..N..N...NNNO!" stammered Aiden. "Just... j j..just looking round!" Not wanting to alarm Mason, and in somewhat of a shock over his member's growth, Aiden on automatic pilot reached in a grabbed another firework. He lit it, and then stepped back to watch it go off. He looked down and stared at it as the fuse burn down. The name of this firework was, "Great Balls of Fire!" PUFF! PUFFPUFFPUFF! PUFF! PUFF PUFF PUFF PUFF PUFF PUFF PUFF PUFF PUFF! "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!" Aiden doubled over like he was just kicked in the nuts, and his balls were swelling like that had just happened and been done by a mule. As the colorful balls of light erupted out of their base in pretty fountain formation, Aiden's balls began swell larger and larger, thicker, heavier, hanging a little bit lower, although still high and tightly packed. Between the racks of pain as they grew, he could feel something like liquid churning inside of them, more and more, until he was pretty sure, that like when one drinks too much water and can feel it sloshing around one's stomach as they walk, he would be able to feel this liquid sloshing around in his balls when he walked. Trying to get up, Aiden moaned and cried in ecstasy. His cock and balls were so big they pulled on his groin and activated his libido like nothing else ever cook, and walking caused his legs to brush and caress his balls and make his dick flop from side to side. He swore the act of walking alone was going to make him cum and cum hard. Painting he dropped to his knees and began to crawl over towards the bags, although this just caused him to nearly get an erection his dick sliding across the cool, soft grass. Reaching into the bag, he pulled out a connected set of tubes that read, "BIGFOOT" and lit it. It took a while for the fuse to burn in and then.... FFFFFFFFFFFT! ..... .......BOOOM! "AAAAAAAAAAASHIT!" FFFFFT! FFFFFT! BOOM! BOOM! "OH GAWD!" FFFFT FFFFT FFFFT FFFFT FFFFT FFFFT BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! There were some sparks of light, but the main thing here was the sound. Deep rich, base like explosions that one could feel seconds later as the shock wave hit one. The effect when several went off sounded like a giant man was walking across the ground. With each boom Aiden pulled his arms and legs in because of the excruciating pain his hands and feet were in. Each boom they pulsed longer....and thicker....meatier .... and stronger. Each boom his hands reached farther. Each boom his feet felt more and more cramped in his size 6 shoes. Eventually with each boom he heard the sound of stitching popping or fabric coming undone. And then it stopped.... Twitching like crazy, Aiden held up his hands and looked at his feet. He didn't have clown feet compared to his body, but they were close. They had grown big enough to make it look like Aiden had done a lot of work outs, lifting, and running. Grown just large enough for folks to notice he had some big feet for such a short guy. Likewise his hands too were big and massive paws at the end of his arms. Tripping and falling over his feet, he made his way back to the bag and grasped for another firework. This one looked like a telescope that one set down on the large glass end. Aiden wondered about this one as it looked like there were several rings of tubes inside the largest one. He didn't know whether he should light it. He didn't want to worry Mason, but then again, what else was going to happen to him? What would Mason say to all of this? Lighting the fuse, Aiden stumbled backwards a bit, stood and looked down at what was about to go off - the firework, High Tower. It whistled. Wheeeeeeeeeep FOOM! and then shot ball into the air. "WAAAAAAAH!" Aiden shot into the air also. On the last foom part of the tubes rose up, then it whistled and shot off a ball again. Wheeeeeeeeeep FOOM! "AAAAUUOOOOH!" Wheeeeeeeeeep FOOM! Wheeeeeeeeeep FOOM! Wheeeeeeeeeep FOOM! Wheeeeeeeeeep FOOM! Wheeeeeeeeeep FOOM! The tower rose higher, the tubes got smaller, but Aiden... Aiden got taller.... and taller.... his feet, hands, dick and balls growing in proportion with him. He rose and quivered, his eyesight rising higher than it was. His feet burst out of the remains of his shoes. His shirt shrunk on him splitting into pieces that just barely clung on his arms, his neck, the hem around his abs and waist, while his shorts' top rode down his waist line and the hem rose up his thighs, until it nearly looked like he was wearing denim Speedos, with his cock and balls hanging out. Aiden was sick to his stomach. His mind was reeling over what had just happened to him. He stumbled and wobbled his way over to the truck which his newly gigantic, spindly legs. He went to brace himself up by placing a hand on the hood and nearly feel forward, it was too steep of a drown to reach down! Standing shakily he looked down at the pickup truck....DOWN AT IT. The top of the truck came like to the top of his abs. "WUUUUUUUUUUUUUH AAAHHHH HUUUUUUUUUUH!" Aiden puked behind the tail gate. Then standing up to do something he turned and stumbled down the hill, to collapse by the bags again. His mind was spinning, his heart was racing. Aiden in fear thought to himself, "This is it. I'm going to die. Might as well have my last vision be something pretty." Grasping in the bag, his massive hand finally grabbed a hold of something and he pulled it out. It was an odd shaped firework, like a tube on a connective stand, and that tube had these twisty parts on the sides like wings or something. Aiden placed the base of this above his head, as far as his arms would reach, and lit the wick. This firework was "the Blond Bomber" and it suddenly shot straight up in a spiral fashion sending out beautiful sparks of golden light everywhere. There was a loud POP! and suddenly there was a soldier in the air gliding down on a parachute and all around him the firework shot out balls of golden light so one could see him until he landed on the ground. "Ooooohhh hooo hooo hoo hoohooohhahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!" Aiden began to feel a tickle, like a trickle of water being poured over his head. His hair began to grow out, longer, thicker, shinier, into a brilliant mane of honey colored shoulder length hair. His jaw line and upper lip began to itch and soon it was covered in a two to three day growth of hair, matching the golden hue of his head hair. Then Aiden began to run his hands all up and down his abs and over his chest, across his arms, and then rub his feet along his legs, as little by little golden hair began to appear across his chest, all of his abs, his legs, and his arms. It came in light at first, then slightly thick and feathery. Enough one knew this was man before one, but not so thick one could no longer see muscle separation or definition if present. Feeling refreshed by that last firework, Aiden dove once more into a bag and pulled out a multi-tubed monstrosity which was titled, "Mass of Power!" Lighting the wick, Aiden stepped backwards, a smile and a laugh on his lips. ... ... ... FOOM! KERBOOM! "WHUAH!" Aiden's ankles suddenly thicken, and his calves each blew up and out and out and out, filling with veins of rushing blood and muscle inflating into enormous proportions. It just swelled like a water balloon until it was going to burst, and then suddenly shrunk back down just a bit and became defined and carved into a thick heart shaped diamond of muscle. FOOM! KERBOOM! -"WHUAH!" Now his thighs blew up... pops and rips and "plooomps" here and there as each and every tear drop in front of the thigh blew up and shaped became hard and dense looking like cut stone pendulums. This was followed by the biceps of his thigh, the back side mounding and growing, pulling on the hamstring which grew thicker and tautter, tighter and fuller. More and more Aiden's calves and thighs expanded until he had no choice but to walk with a side kick gate. FOOM! KERBOOM! -"WHUAH!" FOOM! KERBOOM! -"WHUAH!" Suddenly Aiden was standing and squatting and standing and squatting like he was doing squat thrusts, performing weighted squats, or attempting to take a large dump. His ass began to spread out, to round and firm up, to bubble out with power more and more, two glutes that looked solid marble balls that only the world's strongest men could heft and lift. FOOM! KERBOOM! -"WHUAH!" FOOM! KERBOOM! -"WHUAH!" FOOM! KERBOOM! -"WHUAH!" FOOM! KERBOOM! -"WHUAH!" FOOM! KERBOOM! -"WHUAH!" FOOM! KERBOOM! -"WHUAH!" FOOM! KERBOOM! -"WHUAH!" FOOM! KERBOOM! -"WHUAH!" Grabbing a hold of his waist and bending forward and side to side as if he were performing exercises or a line dance, Aiden's waist shrunk and abs and obliques rolled and tensed becoming sharper, harder, fuller, clearly cut and defined, until his whole lower torso looked like small two brick rowed walkway surrounded by a wall of bricks in a herringbone pattern. There was little down if one took a brick of cobblestone and smashed against Aiden's lower torso, the cobblestone would be pummeled to dust. FOOM! KERBOOM! -"WHUAH!" FOOM! KERBOOM! -"WHUAH!" FOOM! KERBOOM! -"WHUAH!" FOOM! KERBOOM! -"WHUAH!" FOOM! KERBOOM! -"WHUAH!" Aiden's arms suddenly leapt up as if tossed as his lats, back, shoulders, traps and neck grew thicker. A jolt and again they got wider. A squirm and once more they got bigger. Larger, thicker, harder, wider, mounding, thicker, bigger, massive, his lats just kept spreading out and out and out. His back and shoulders kept growing and mounding, bulging and inflating. The shape of his back and lats with shoulder width was like a "V'....and then like a upside down Christmas Tree....then like "W".... then like a margarita glass, finally like a curly bracket, so wide so thick almost all the way down and then suddenly the tightest of tapers. Mean while his traps and neck fought each other for room, neither one of them giving in. The traps rising and mounding higher and higher until they told the ears to "get the fuck out the way" while his neck just ballooned into this massive column of granite that held his head up high. FOOM! KERBOOM! -"WHUAH!" Aiden's chest then jutted out...and jutted more....oozing....spreading.....rounding....mounding....barreling.... out more and more, further and father, getting thicker, harder, denser, wider, becoming so thick and so full, the nips began a downward journey from resting on top in the middle to resting on the bottom and pointing down. The plates of his chest growing so huge and massive, it pushed his chin up and held it high, it joined the lats in pushing his arms out to his side. It obscured anything from his abs on down out of his line of vision. The felt so big...so meaty...so heavy....he was certain he could find a wrought iron pipe, place it between his pecs and with a simple flex, crush it! FOOM! KERBOOM! -"WHUAH!" FOOM! KERBOOM! -"WHUAH!" Now his arms extended out and they began to plump and swell, inflate and grow, the biceps growing larger and larger, like baseball, a football, a soccer ball, a bowling ball, a split mound of mountain! The triceps started getting thicker and fuller as well, inflating into that horseshoe shape that just pushed out the back parts of sleeves and rips them to shreds. And then his wrists and forearms thickened and bunched, crunched and grew...grew...GREEEEEW until Popeye himself would be ashamed of his size, and the whole of the forearm looked like a gigantic turkey leg. Remember the old movies where Hercules could place a walnut or some other nut of some kind between his the crook of his forearm and bicep and with a single flex crack that nut open? With a single flex, Aiden could bend a nut off of a nut and bolt! FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFWHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFT! .... .... .... .... KA-TOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM! The last boom was so loud, Aiden thought in his head that surely the military will now be called out here to investigate, but that was the only thought he had time for. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRUUUUUUUUUAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGNNMMMMMMMMFFFFFFFFRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!" Snapping his head back, arching his back, and flinging his arms back, Aiden let out a roar as his muscles, all of them, at the same time began to bunch and roll, contract and inflate once more. Increasing in size, density, definition, striations, strength and power. All the while his veins began to pop up all over his body, with a full blood pump, feeding his muscles and causing them to grow once more. Mr. Olympia....Lobo....Bane....Jaggernaught....the Hulk.....the Hulk times two... When it was done, Aiden collapsed to his knees, breathing heavily, sweat streaming off of him, and even on this hot summer evening, steam rising off his body. "Aiden! Aiden! Are you okay... I heard this really loud boom and then a scream from some man did that fucker follow us....oh....my.....god...." Mason wasn't sure what to do....if this was an intruder he could take him down himself, that's for sure. The sheer size of this behemoth though, made him cream his pants at the sight of him. And then.... then the creature, man...stood up and walked over to him. This man was so tall...Mason only came midway up the man's massively broad and thick chest! Then the man bent forward and looked down at Mason, and Mason could see his eyes....his ice....blue.....eyes.... "Oh my God..." whispered Mason dryly. "Aiden? Is that you?" "Yes, Mason. It's me." and Aiden picked Mason up, one handed, and kissed him full on the lips. Mason nearly fainted away, but managed to recover and sputter. "D...dd...ddinnner will be ready in about ten minutes.... I put two t-bone steaks on the grill...." Smiling, Aiden set Mason down, then reached into a bag and pulled out another collection of firework tubes connected as one unit labeled, "the Gemini Effect." "Hmmmmmmmm. I think you better put six more on. We're going to need it. We'll also need to repack and double pack our picnic dinner. I think we'll have no problems staying at the park for the fireworks finale tomorrow night." And Aiden lit the fuse.

Dr. Colby Raines is an inventor that has developed some very important treatments for a lot of sick people. He has even been nominated for some major medical awards, even though he never won them. He is well-known for having a brilliant mind. Despite this expertise in the medical field though, deep down he has always had a longing for a different kind of achievement. His interest in muscle growth led him to start work on a new chemical designed to turn weaklings into crazy huge studs. He has always had great sponsors for his breakthroughs, but many decided to pass on this new project. He has to dig into his monetary donations from his donors for his research. He doesn’t use lab mice, but rather small cats because he knows he can save them from being put down at the local pounds. He learned that he has less difficulty dealing with cats and can see their development a little better. The chemical he is developing is a blue powder that is ingested using only a spoon. With the cats however, it isn't as easy to get it into their bodies so he has to mix it in with their canned food. For this chemical, he went searching for hairless cats that are slightly malnourished. He found one and brought it into the lab to put into a steel cage. He sprinkles a little bit of the powder into the cat food and feeds it to the cat. The hungry cat gobbles down the food and doesn't even notice that the chemical is inside. He never expected an immediate reaction, so he decides to leave the cat alone so it can sleep it off. When he goes in the next day, he is stunned to see the huge changes the cat has experienced. Its sinewy body is now full of enormous muscles and the cage appears to be suffocating it to death as it gasps for air. He decides to release it into the lab to study its behavior. It immediately starts roaring and goes straight for the door. Raines is amazed as the giant cat plows through the steel door and leaves a huge hole. It is at this point that he realizes he can go a step further and find a willing human subject. He places an ad out in the media looking for a skinny male in need of some quick cash and a place to stay while taking the tests. After screening several candidates, he chooses a 20 year old college student who has been living in a rundown apartment fairly close to the lab. He meets Raines at the lab a week after being interviewed and says that he is grateful to be involved in something so cool. He tells Raines that he is a runner and his metabolism is quite high so food rarely puts any weight on him at all. He is shown around the lab and points directly at the chemical located in a bowl on one of your lab counters. He walks up to it and remarks about the blue color. Raines says that he has never developed a chemical in that shade before and just decided to do so with this one to be different. The young guy, Gavin, takes a little pinch of it and sticks it on his tongue. The two men both laugh when they look in the mirror and see his blue tongue sticking out. Raines proceeds to show the man where he will be staying inside the facility. His room is located very close to where he will be tested for the chemical. The doctor notices that instead of him being nervous, the young man is excited because he wants to experience something unique in his life. Raines cautions him that this is quite dangerous, but the man seems rearing to go with the project. He is given a spoonful of the chemical and told to take it with the bottle of water sitting on the table with the chemical. He takes it and pours the contents into the bottle and shakes it up to get it as mixed as possible. It turns the water into a crystal blue colored hue and he drinks the entire bottle. Raines tells him to go lie down now in the relaxation chamber located on the other side of the lab. Gavin retrieves his E-reader and takes it in with him to read some of the books he stored in it before he came over. Within the first 15 minutes, the doctor notices the man getting quite sweaty. The man motions for Raines to come in and monitor his heartbeat. The beats are moving so fast that he loses track of them, but he expected an extreme reaction anyway. He decides to leave him alone for awhile, but will return to monitor him. Gavin decides to start reading again while the doctor goes back to making his notes. When Raines turns to look at the young man, he is floored that the once Caucasian man is beginning to see his skin change to an olive color. The shape of his face is getting rounder and his eyes are changing from green to hazel. He documents these changes as well as his body transformation. His slender ectomorph body is rapidly changing to a mesomorph. He hears Gavin’s bones cracking and reforming seemingly making room for some kind of dramatic growth. It stops finally after probably twenty minutes with practically a brand new man in the chamber. The darker looking young man seems to have no idea of his amazing changes as he stares at the doctor with curiosity. Raines finally opens the chamber door to go inside to check on him. Gavin’s cluelessness of the situation makes the doctor think that it changes the brain to the point that it is unaware of any physical transformations. The olive stud went into the chamber wearing just his underwear and is now straining those with his obviously larger crotch. He still seems pretty docile and wonders what is next. Raines decides that he will give him a bigger dose of the chemical tomorrow to see if the growth will continue. Gavin’s eyes get larger as he smiles and nods in anticipation. The doctor tells him to get some sleep and he will see him in the morning. The second day comes around and Raines gives the young stud a bigger water bottle with the blue powder. Gavin chugs it down and immediately the growth starts. This second time though, the man’s personality changes and he gets more volatile. He is getting considerably taller and his body is growing wildly. He threatens to break out of the chamber if Raines doesn't give him any more. He manages to hide a little bit of the chemical away from Gavin and gives him the rest. The irritable man pours the chemical down his throat and growls as he feels himself growing again. This turns out to be the biggest mistake the doctor could make because the man’s power is getting astronomical. He grows so rapidly that the chamber begins to buckle and the man’s size makes the metal give way. Raines runs into the next room to escape but he hears Gavin’s heavy feet coming for him. The massive man catches the doctor, turns him around to give him an evil smile, and attempts to do something that he may not want to be a part of. Before Raines can leave the basement of the medical facility, Gavin pins him against the wall and pushes his weight against the doctor making him submit to the hulk. He starts to bate him trying to find out what happened to the rest of the chemical. He starts to search Raines and finally plunges his huge hand into the doctor’s pocket and pulls it out. The seven foot, 400 pound behemoth then forces his tongue into Raines’s mouth and makes him give in. He tries to resist, but the hulking brute threatens violence if he does. He takes the container and opens it up. He releases his lips from the doctor’s long enough to pours the remainder of the blue chemical on to Raines’s tongue. He tries to spit it out, but Gavin grabs his cock and promises that he will rip it off if he decides to do 'something foolish'. He closes the doctor’s mouth with his huge hands and makes him go to a water fountain close by. He tells you to drink the water and swallow the concoction. Raines attempts to spit out the powder, but Gavin wraps his massive arms around his waist and starts to squeeze making his back start popping. He is having a hard time breathing and realizes that he may be killed by the huge man. The hulk takes one of his arms and puts it over the doctor’s mouth to make him swallow it. Then he falls on the ground with Raines in his arms still and holds him tightly to keep him restrained. The doctor realizes at that moment that this man had a deep desire to be crazy big and was willing to do whatever it took to get there. Gavin starts to whisper in his ear how he won't regret this and that he should have taken the chemical when he first developed it. After about an hour of sitting in that spot, Raines feels himself starting to sweat profusely which makes Gavin put his left hand in the doctor’s pants to stroke him. He writhes trying to make him stop, but he can't move. It seems that the massive brute is trying to relax him so he will give in to the change, but he won't do it. He decides to let go of the doctor who immediately runs for the basement door. He manages to stop Raines before he gets them and pushes him away from the handle. He bends the metal on the door frame and prevents him from getting out. He taunts Raines and tells him that it is too late and he has no choice but to give in inner desires. He goes to get some food out of the kitchen and leaves him by himself. The doctor attempts to bend the metal back to where it was, but it is way too thick. His body is not strong enough to do anything about it. Gavin peers out the corner of the kitchen and starts laughing at him. He grabs Raines’s arms and puts them behind him back before dragging him into a sleeping area. He closes the door behind him and sits directly in front of it. He tells the doctor to come over and service him to take his mind off of the stress he is experiencing. Raines refuses and tells him to 'go fuck himself'. He laughs and says that in an hour or two, he won't even remember saying that. After pacing the sleep area for an hour now, the doctor goes to lie on a bed and feels his breathing getting heavier. Gavin starts jacking off because he senses the changes coming for him. He tells him to start growing already as Raines yells back that it will never happen. He laughs again and says that he can't stop it. The pain is becoming quite unbearable now as the doctor feels his back cracking and his height pushing him further down the bed. His lab coat is now filling up with new muscles. He can feel the chemical flowing through his entire body now. Gavin laughs as he sees the doctor’s arms shredding his sleeves revealing a new skin color and thickening body hair. His eyes have turned from green to blue also. He moans as his personality changes to a more aggressive nature. The massive hulk is cumming as he watches the puny doctor becoming a bigger and more dominant one. Raines’s growing chest is popping the buttons on his coat revealing massive brown pecs and wide chocolate abs. His back and shoulders are ripping the whole back of it to shreds. His pants are fraying under the gargantuan mass of his legs. The doctor’s small cock is exploding in size as his DNA dramatically changes. It grows so much that it busts through the top of his pants and causes them to rip all the way down to his calves. Gavin jumps to his feet to go service the huge doctor. Raines’s mammoth foot long is waiting to be serviced as Gavin tastes the sweetness of his reborn cock as he forces him down on it. At this point, the doctor has completely changed his skin color and demands to be worshipped while he fucks Gavin. The young behemoth is so turned on by this that he squirts a huge jet of cum onto his master’s newly formed chest. The two huge hulks end up fucking each other back and forth several times pumping their seed into each other before they finally pass out from the exhaustion.

You laid back, your head and upper half of your torso rested against the headboard, which groaned against the weight. Your hands were behind your head, your thick, long arms flexing unconsciously, pulling the skin even more taught around your impressive size. You habitually rubbed your beard against the top of your pecs slightly. The action always made my heart race, reminding me of how your size could easily perform such a feat. Your shoulders almost seemed to be as broad as the bed itself. Your giant back holding up everything, a base for your giant frame. Your massive, well defined abs rose up and down softly. This was all secondary to my line of sight, sitting on my knees, between your gigantic legs. Your knees were up, encasing me on my sides. Your giant thighs rose up from your hips like slanted redwoods, your giant feet and calves behind me. My attention, though, was focused on the gigantic member in front of me. It pointed straight upward, both my hands performing the long, perilous journey up and down. Each hand individually was unable to encompass the unit. I could feel your heart beat though it, almost as though your heart was trying to explode out of your body through your dick. I continued to stroke, hypnotically focused on your member. It was so big! And you knew it. Me? I'm too proud to admit the fact that just stroking your member like this has already caused me to orgasm twice in the last 5 minutes. Without stimulation. But the smirk on your face has me think you already know. Your testicles rest on the bed. Think about that for a moment. It might be hard to convey, but just like the rest of your body, your ass and hips and waist are huge and full of muscle, lifting your genitals well up into the air. Your balls are so big, they still rest on the bed under you. They cycle up and down, cycling the absurd amount of hormones through you, so much I can smell them. My hands slowly and softly go all the way up your shaft. And up. And up. Then down...and down...and down. I repeat this cycle. So much heat is coming off of your shaft it's almost burning me. I don't know why I asked this question. I've been amazed and stunned into silence this whole time. But my mind and mouth just acted, curious. My logical side knew there wouldn't be an answer to the question. But i asked it anyway, compelled. "How did you get so BIG?" I said, both my hands massaging the inhuman head the crowned the pulsing shaft, my eyes never leaving the focus of my new admiration. You laughed a bit. "Do you really want to know?" I stopped, and leaned to the right, unable to see your face because of the competition from your manhood. A confused expression on my face. "What?" "I can do it." You said. I stopped stroking and sat up a little, to look over your giant friend. "What do you mean?" "I can make myself grow." We both paused. "You're fucking with me." I said. My hands weren't moving, but the rested on top of your penis. You made a kegel. I felt it. I looked down at your shaft. You kegel again, this time, I feel it inflate slightly. My pupils dilate. You do it again, this time, I see your whole body swell up slightly. I jump back. "Told you." I paused, as you brought your leg around me and stood up, your giant member swinging back and forth. You Walk on the side of the bed toward me, and I look up, your giant form blocking the light from behind you. You flex everything in your body, and cause a slightly bigger growth spurt. "OHMYGOD!HOW!WHAT?!" I said rapidly. "How!? What is this?! How are you doing this?" "I just can." You said, calmly. You grew again. I could even hear the groaning of your flesh expanding against itself. My body didn't react. Partially in shock, disbelief, awed, and drowning in lust, my hips thrust and flexed, and I squirted, for the first time in my life, the fluids shooting out from between my legs, spraying your knees and shins. The rest of my body was frozen, being rocked by one of the strongest orgasms in my life. My amazement and fascination with your size and growth trumped the convulsions my body was trying to make. Every fiber of my being didn't want to miss out on a moment of you. "And..." You said, bringing your hand gently along the side of my face, "I can do it to you, too." The orgasm amplified, and my body flung backwards, my head arched back. I was lost in it. I wasn't even alive anymore. I was pure bliss. Nothing else was happening in my mind and body. Except for your line, echoing inside of me, anticipating your magic. "...I can do it to you, too..."

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

[histoire disponible en français juste ici ! ] (A HUGE thank you to T.F. for the story and to Sven0204 for the traduction !!!) LGM Drinks have changed my life! I'm introducing myself, Marc, I'm 28 years old and I live in Los Angeles since 5 years now. It's in the city of angels that i have found John, the love of my life. Yes I am gay. John is marvelous : 1m79(5ft 8) of love, 74 kg (163 pounds) of tenderness, a perfect bodyand a well-filled head. He is everything to me and I'm all for him. But you kow after 3 years, the routine settles down, the pounds accumulates and John wasn't the apollo of our first met. Okay he was working out and was gaining muscles but not enough. To be honest I was tempt to break up with him. But one day, on my way for work, as usuall, I see a new store that just open. Intrigued by the Greek god guys on the posters, I decide to take a look. The seller was looking like a underwear's model. He made me blush (surely because of his body, the one i would like John to have) and he look at me from my head to my foot, I'm asking him what does he sell and he explained me both products. One of the drink make the user gain muscles mass and the other his height. In my head I'm thinking about all the stuffs i would do with a taller and muscular boyfriend. But the seller interupt my thoughts saying me that we can only buy one product in all our life. Annoyed, I finally chose the ''Power Drink'' and decide to try it that evening on John. That night, we had a dates at the beach, Venice Beach, if you know it. When I saw him I was so excited and I hurry to meet him. Telling me he was thirtsy I propose him the ''magic'' drink. He take it but driven by a strong desire, I forced him to drink the bottle in one gulp. Just finished the bottle, the muscles of John begin to expand. Fat first and then his muscles begin to get toned. I was close to him before he drank the drink, I was closer when the transformation end. I don't know how to describe it to you, in broad terms, the muscles get fill with fat and fat become muscles in few seconds. The most amazing thing was the face's expression of john once the metamorphosis end. He was smiling like a child, He hugs me in his (gigantic) arms and to tell you that dosnt make me insensitive. Later he confess me that taking this drink is really painfull : It's like all your inner body is burning, but when you see the results you thinking that we must suffer to be beautiful. This is a real story, I wasn't that happy since now, it is one year so far that i am living with a montain of muscles and nothng can have made me happier. Thanks LGM Drinks !!!!!!!!!!!

I watched as Colin strode to the locker room with confidence. Just a few short weeks ago, he made the same walk, and seemed to be consumed by the energy of all the other athletes. This time, Colin pushed the door open and just stood there. Still clad in only his briefs, I could see his big chest heave as he inhaled slowly and deeply. His lats expanded and pushed out a bit. And before anyone even noticed him there, the room started to quiet down. This time, it seemed as if Colin was consuming all the energy being thrown off by the team. Colin scanned the room quickly and quietly. I could tell he was not only sizing everyone up, but by instinct he was assessing their athletic skills too. His eyes rested on a most unlikely subject. Marcus was a junior, and at the age of 21, a most unlikely member of the baseball team. He stood about 5 7, and a wiry 140lbs. Although he tried hard to keep up with the other players, he was leagues behind them in physical prowess. It was no secret that Marcus was on the team only because his father made a huge donation to the university. He was wet, having just come from the shower, and seemed to be having difficulty getting his padlock open. He sensed Colin's eyes and turned towards him. There were a few other guys nearby, much bigger than Marcus and they seemed to be snickering. They all turned and looked at Colin. "What's going on here?" Colin asked. Marcus looked up at him. "They jammed a pencil into my lock, and now I can't get it open." Colin looked at the biggest of the guys. Jackson stood about 6 5, easily 220lbs. "Did you do this?" Jackson replied "yea dude, you have a problem with that?" I got nervous for Colin. Jackson was clearly bigger and stronger, and I was afraid Colin was underestimating him. Colin put one hand on Jackson's shoulder. In the other, he cradled the padlock. I could see his grip on Jackson tighten up just a bit, and I recalled how he took the car keys from me so easily. Even with Colin's new size, this was a confrontation that I was afraid would end badly. Jackson was clearly bigger, and even though he could have pushed back, he just sort of relaxed into Colin's grip. I watched the calm demeanor on Colin's face. As his grip on Jackson tightened, he simultaneously gripped the padlock. Looking right at Jackson, he said, "Don't mess with Marcus again, okay, he is on my team now." "Your team?" said Jackson derisively. "This is my team Colin. You tried out once and were a huge flop." "Yea well, can't you see that things have changed?" replied Colin. "If you stick by me, Jackson, maybe I'll show you how to do this." And Colin's bicep pumped, he squeezed his grip and snapped the padlock and clasp right off the locker. He held the padlock up in Jackson's face. "How did you do that?" asked Jackson incredulously. Colin didn't even reply, he just squeezed Jackson's shoulder a bit harder until his knees started to buckle. "My team now Jackson. Now give me your cleats and baseball pants, I have a team to lead." A bit stunned, Marcus looked up at Colin in awe. Jackson turned to his locker, which, as it turns out, was locked. Feeling humiliated, I could see Jackson gripping the padlock. He tried to use his sizable body to block everyone's view, but we could all see as he tried to bust the clasp open. After several miserable failed attempts, Marcus just spoke up. "COLIN" was all he said, and that was ll Colin had to hear. He stepped ahead, pushing Jackson aside, gripped the padlock and in one brief instant snapped that off as well. Colin just reached into Jackson's locker and took out his cleats and baseball pants. He pulled on the pants, and they hugged his glutes and quads almost to the point of bursting. Colin held up the cleats, and said "only a size 13, but they will have to do for now." Jackson was clearly cowed by now. He reached into his locker and pulled out his jersey, and offered it to Colin. Colin just scoffed and said "I don't need that. But give me your tank top Jackson." And in a flash, Colin was wearing, or more accurately, bursting out of Jackson's tank top. Even with the most recent growth spurt, Colin was still not the biggest guy in the room. But he seemed to be the most powerful, with a lot of still untapped potential. Being on this team would be the final catalyst. Jackson stepped forward, clearly understanding that the pecking order had changed. He was still a powerful, strong guy - and still bigger than Colin. But instead of lording that over the rest of the team, as he was used to doing, he seemed to be offering himself to Colin. "Train me Colin. I'm a good athlete, you will see. This team can go to the playoffs. Please, train me." Colin stood in the middle of the locker room, sizing up Jackson. After a few tense moments, he barked "JEREMY. BRENDAN." And in a flash, those two shirtless powerhouses were standing next to Colin. Colin started to circle Jackson, almost assessing him. "Tell us your stats Jackson." " 6 5. 210 at my last weigh in." "This is my team now Jackson. But with me here, now everyone is a winner. Everyone will benefit from my gifts. You are a good athlete Jackson, and you can and will get better. Brendan and Jeremy have learned from me, and they will train you, and you will become an athlete beyond your wildest expectations. I save my primary attention for those with the most potential." "Who is that?" asked Jackson, crestfallen. Colin's eyes scanned the room. Sensing the attention when those eyes landed on him, Marcus just straightened up, and inhaled. We could all see he had a good frame. He stepped forward. Colin now had one hand on Marcus, and one hand on Jackson. The contrast was stunning. Colin said to Jackson "Brendan and Jeremy will train you now." He looked at Marcus and said, "Marcus, I can tell you have tremendous untapped potential. I will train you personally." Marcus seemed to withstand Colin's grip well. He just said, with utter resolve, "You will not be disappointed Colin."

The final chapter of this one folks. Hope you enjoy. - Frank Pleasure Growth 10 by F_R_Eaky Part 1: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/1116-pleasure-growth/ Part 2: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/1117-pleasure-growth-part-2/ Part 3: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/1118-pleasure-growth-part-3/ Part 4: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/1256-pleasure-growth-part-4/ Part 5: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/1257-pleasure-growth-part-5/ Part 6: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/1389-pleasure-growth-6/ Part 7: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/1489-pleasure-growth-part-7/ Part 8: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/1551-pleasure-growth-part-8/ Part 9: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/1719-pleasure-growth-part-9/ Aaron walked around slightly in a daze. His memory was returning to him. Thoughts of his brothers, mom & dad, and Zeke were flooding his mind. This was also flooding his mind with emotions of love for Zeke, fear for what was happening to hia body, pleasure because it felt so good to be so be and strong and healthy. A couple times he stumbled, due to his mind wandering off and trying to make sense of what was happening to him, what was going to happen, was it done, what will be done afterwards? But the loud thumping sound his feet made reminded him of some of his older brothers, how they stomped around the house, or so it seemed, after their growth spurts and then filling out after joining the football team. The each loved it when they could make the floor shake and the thump of their feet reverb across the house. When Zeke came to work for them, he blended right on in, making large thumping sounds. "But now..." thought Aaron to himself... "Now... I can out thump them all tip-toeing. I make it reverb across a state!" The thought of how big he was came over him. The thought about how Zeke seemed to really love his new larger boyfriend. The feeling began to get a hold of Aaron. "No! I gotta stop... Can't think anymore like that. Can't grow.... but it feels sooooo good when and after I do...." Suddenly Aaron heard what sounded like hundreds of tiny elf or smurf like voices, and he looked down to see where he was and what was making the noise. There beneath his feet was a very large crowd of people, stands, and somekind of field. Not being able to clearly see it from his height, Aaron backed up a bit and knelt down, putting his head almost on the ground. Looking at everyone as if they were legos, or a miniature set of pieces, he began to notice several groups of things on the field: a semi with a large rope around it's bumper or axel; set of marbles made out of stone....no not marbles, large balls like a medicine ball and getting larger, all along some posts of some kind; a series of tractor tires; some very large posts; and several other items grouped together. Aaron then looked over at a set of small tents and noticed there were several men; some were in polos with stop watches and clip boards while the others were in t-shirts, tank tops, underarmor, and kilts. The men in kilts were a bit taller and quite a bit bulkier than the men in the polos. "Hey.... I know what this is.....You all are doing a strongest man competition here aren'cha?" Aaron said with a smile, his face beaming. "Didn't mean to interupt..." and then Aaron's smile turned into a smirk. "...but since I have..." Aaron moved his hand and grabbed the rope attached to the semi between his thumb and forefinger. "Hmmm don't want to pull this too tight. Might send the semi and trailer flying through the air and we don't want that!" And moving his hand and then his arm slowly, Aaron pulled the Semi and loaded trailer with ease all the way across the specific drive in about a minute. "Hahahahaa... you guys normally need to use your whole body to move that and it take you like five to ten minutes! What else do we have?" Now moving over to the large round stones, again with his fore finger and thumb, Aaron picked up each stone and after bending over to eyeball it as close as he could, place each stone on the large pedestal of which it was to go on top. It took him a few minutes to do this, but only because to him it was like threading a needle. "That was quick...and fun.... next! Oh yeah... got to flip those monster tires don't we?" Aaron leaned his body over put his finger and against one of the tractor tires and gave it a small flip. His small flip sent it hundreds of feet into the air, to have it come down and bounce out of control. Luckily it was rolling away from the crowd out into the dessert. "Whoops..." Aaron then proceeded to flip over all the tires using his thumb in a matter of mere minutes. Quickly made short work of all the strength tests he could find, he announced that he was disqualified from the bar bending as when he went to bend them he always did it too fast and they simply snapped in half. The crowd stood there in awe at this slightly over 500 foot tall extreme bodybuilder and all the stregnth acts were absolutely nothing to him. Course many looked because not only was his body the build of a God, but they couldn't but help see his huge porn like, in giant sized endowment, even though it was flaccid. Aaron turned a surveyed everything he had done, looking down at the stack of large posts, the only thing he had left to do. "The last bit of the competition....what were these things called? Caspers...capers... no cabers...the caber toss!" And Aaron picked one up with his hand, it not even looking like a baton, drum majorette nor conductor type in his overly sized hands. "Usually you have to cup your hands together and balance this thing near your crotch don't you?" Aaron mimic the movement with one of the gigantic posts and looked down. "Ha.... is this thing is even the size of my cock! Sorry, ladies. Well, guess sorry everyone... I'm so big I don't have any clothes to fit! hahaha...." Feeling a rush of power or adrenaline hit him... he laughed harder, and began to flex his upper arms doing a knelt double biceps pose, after tossing the caber, nonchelantly, nearly into the next county. Then he picked up a caber and snapped it in two. Picking up another caber he held it in his palm and moved it next to his cock. "HA! It's not even as long as my prick flaccid!" And he began to rub the caber along side of his cock trying to see how and were it even measured when suddenly his cock began to become erect and suddenly ooze and swell even longer. "Oh yeah... it's becoming erect! Let's see how much my cock towers over this caber when it's fully hard!" But more than an erection was filling Aaron, another of the growth spurts was coming in full force effect. Aaron moaned and then slightly screamed in pleasure as his cock errupted further and further out from his body becoming veiny and engorged, thick and solid with blood, looking extremely long even for his giant size. But his body too, began to lengthen and increase in size. The nails digging up dirt and his toes using that to gouge out trenches on the field, his feet widened and lengthened stretch more and more out. His knees began pushing up small rolls then mounds and finally mountains of dirt and they pushed and grew along the field. His head rising even higher and higher, his shoulders and back broaden wider and wider. As he grew taller and taller! But the weight of him was increasing at a phenominal rate. Not only was he getting heavier proportionately due to his extreme height, but he was packing on more and more muscle meat as the feeling over took him! Shoulders were pushing against traps. Traps were mounding up higher and higher threatening to engulf his neck, but it too grew taller and thicker pushing back until it seemed Aaron's head was encased in a helmet of muscle. His arms got fuller and fuller, thicker and harder, denser and stronger fighting for room the bis with the fore arms, the fore arms and bis along with the tris fighting against the lats and struggling for room against the chest. Aaron had started stroking his cock, but his arms were getting pushed so far up he could barely get his finger tips to touch his cock. He even tried to lick his prick head, but desite it having grown long enough, his chest simply pushed it too far away and kept his head from bending forward. His thighs and calves blew up even thicker as well, sending him into a standing kneeling position as they were now so thick he couldn't sit back on his calves and shins. The sensation stopped and Aaron let out a mighty roar that could be heard several counties, perhaps a state over. People ran screaming out of the stands, fighting one another to get out and make it to their cars. Some of those cars would never run again. Hitting a climax, Aaron managed one last stroke of his cock and erupted a full fledged gyser of cum that went soaring for several hundred feet and landed on the far side of the parking lot, sending cars careening down a torrent of cum that flowed like a river for about a mile out into the dessert. ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZOOM! ZOOM! ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZOOM! ZOOM! ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZOOM! ZOOM! ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZOOM! ZOOM! ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZOOM! ZOOM! ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZOOM! ZOOM! "Angel Three to Base, can you read us over?" "Copy that Angel Three. Do you have a sighting of Lumberjack?" "Boy do we ever, Major. We just did the tactical fly by... report from scanners coming in now...We'll do another pass anGOOODLORD ALMIGHTY!" "Come in, Angel Three. What do you see. Do you have confirmation of the 500 foot Lumberjack?" "Negative, Major. Not because we don't see him, but because he's grown...again! Computer analysis shows him to be one-thousand, twenty nine feet tall." "One thou....repeat, Angel Three. Did you say he was just slightly over one-thousand feet tall?" "Correct, Major. We are going to have to rethink operation Bunyan Down. I don't think what we have is going to work." "This is Angel Five approaching target for sand stinger." "Negative. Angel Five, Hanson, do not, repeat DO NOT FIRE!" But Angel Five had already gone ahead with the discussed plan. He zoomed close and let rip with a missle that had been turned into a giant size hypodermic needle, for all intents and purposes. "Angel Four and Angel Six behind ready with Buyan Bolo." "Negative. NEGATIVE. ABORT ABORT ABORT! Flywheel and Corkscrew get yourselfs out of there. He's grown, the old parameters are now too close!" The missle struck almost true, hitting Aaron just below his buttocks. It was exceptionally painful, it felt more like a large mosquito bit to Aaron than anything else, but it was enough of a shock to cause the typical knee jerk reaction: quickly pivoting his torso around, he swug his hand out high, fast, and hard to smack the region where the mosquito stuck. KRANG! Angel Four was accidentally back handed. Smacked but good and set soaring over the horizon. Angel Six was in it's path of trajectory and had to do some pretty fancy maneuvers to get out of the way fast and safely. It still sent him into a corkscrew which he nearly didn't get pulled out of, and cost him his lunch, which he was none to happy about. He had to fly away to get his air hose for his mask cleaned out. Aaron feeling what felt like a hot wheels die cast car hit his hand, moved his gaze directly in front of him and saw some of the other planes zooming at him or off to the side. "Oh! Oh! The fly boys are at it again are you?" Aaron stumbled a little bit feeling slightly dizzy. Shaking it off, a look of anger came over his face. "Did... did.... DID YOU DRUG ME! WHAT THE FUCK! Well, it's not enough you toy soilders! I'm even bigger and stronger than I was when we met earlier!" Picking up a couple of cabers he tossed them through the air. Angel Five saw the approach of the first and veered out of its way, but didn't expect the arrival of the second one so soon or higher than the last. KER-RUNCH! It hit and went through dead center of his tail section. Spinning out of countrol, he opened the hatch and waited as long as he could to see if the plane would stop rolling or slow down in revolutions before he hit the eject button. "STINGER! Angel Three to Base. Lumberjack has taken out Angels Four, Five, and Six." "We counted on this sort of thing. Back up is already on the way." But Aaron, having watched many a military movie when growing up and hearing his dad talk about campaigns, figured it would be more than the fly boys arriving. Picking up the bars, the stones, the pillars, the semi, the bars, the bleachers, and everything else on the field he began to hurl them in the direction from which the airplanes had arrived. One helicopter taken down by one of the stone balls. One tank ground to a halt as a bar was thrown with such force it pierced the tank just above the wheels but under the treds, and causes that set of treads to break free, leaving the tank only able to move in circles. After several vehicles were struck and many incapacitated by the damage, the order for a dead stop came. They sat there for a while from a distance while Aaron stood looking out towards them. Time its self seemed to suddenly hang longer and harder than Aaron's cock did. Finally there was the sound of explosions as many of the far ranging vehicles let loose a barrage of fire. However, Aaron had begun walking towards them just as they pulled the triggers, and hearing the shots began to run and then slam down sideways onto the ground and start rolling to where the men were. It meant most of the shots missed him, and the shockwave from his thud to the earth sent most of the vehicles bouncing upward and unable to immediately respond when told to fire once more. Rolling over the first line of vehicles, crushing them severely, Aaron rolled into a kneeling position, one knee down, the other up, and took a look around. Raising his hand he brought it down on a couple of vehicles and just smooshed them into the earth. His other hand lead his arm to sweep away another section of vehicles, looking like a conquerer gone mad while viewing a map of where his enemies were and simply sweeping them off. "I wasn't going to hurt anyone, you pricks....but you just had to try and bring me down....DIDN'T YOU?!? Now I'm three four times the size I was. I'm a fucking titan now! I am a colossal titan! My muscles are so fucking huge I could take down a mountain, and you think you're going to do something to me?! AAAAAAARRRRGH!" Picking up tanks left and right, hurling them with easy towards oncoming helicopters and planes. He was standing in the middle of them, so they couldn't fire as often as they would like or bomb the place as they'd take out their own. He chucked a tank. "HAHAHAHA FEEL THE POWER!" He swated a helicopter. "SEE THE STRENGTH!" He scooted platoons of soldiers over with his bare foot. "WITNESS THE SHEER SIZE!" "You fuckers thought you could just bully your way to me and take me. HA! and again I say HA!" and he raised his foot and brought it down hard upon the earth, sending shockwaves throughout several states and down to Mexico. Those on their feet or in lighter vehicles like jeeps were tossed and jostled about like beans on a paper plate being thumped from underneath. Picking up a tank he turned it upside, just a few feet above the ground. "Out!.... GET OUT OF THE TANK NOW!" The men inside finally opened up the hatch, battered and bleeding from being shaken inside the tank so violently. Aaron placed the tank up to his cock, the open hatch touching its head. "I'm so fucking big, this hole doesn't even fit around my cock!" One handed, Aaron began to crush the tank sending fuel and oil and such streaming down his hands. At that moment, the fact that he was so huge he could decimate an entrie army single handedly without weapons pleased him very much. He felt like he was the ultimate man. He knew he was an alpha male. He knew he was THE ALPHA MALE! His cock began to stir and he took his finger tips and fumbled for his cock, using the oil and gas as lube and began to stroke, stroke, stroke, as the feeling began to wash over him. "Oooooooooohhhh hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha you've not seen anything yet!" Once again, his body just ballooned out, soared up, stretched beyond, inflated, bullked, hulked, he just simply grew...and Grew.....and GREW.....and GREEEEEEEEEEEEEEW! In mere minutes as he stood up, his feet exploded in length and width, pushing jeeps, tanks, fuel cars, rocks, sand, rock ridges out, over, away for several field lengths. Some men tried to get out and make a run for it, but were crushed by the moving onslaught of toes they couldn't even begin to stand as tall as and they were only getting bigger and reaching out farther. Aarons body shot up taller and taller and taller. There were loud cracks and pops accompanied by moans and groans from Aaron as his shoulder morphed and mutated becoming inhumanly wide and taking on that much more muscle. His chest popped and inflated, ballooned, barrelled until it hung down to almost his second set of abs and nearly as wide as his shoulders, his arms were so huge and thick with muscle he was damn near impossible for him to bend them, so too were his legs. He just grew and grew till he seemed like he was nearly as wide as he was tall, one hundred percent pure muscle and maybe, just maybe an ounce of fat. He cast a shadow over the dessert that stretched for miles, some folks thought it was an early setting sun and feared the world was coming to an end. Stroking and pumping like mad, as best he could, Aaron laughed as he felt himself swell and grow with even more power, size, and strength. He enjoyed it even more when that size hit his cock and balls and he felt how huge and heavy they were. He was definitely a man now, with nads and cock to show it. He felt his skin itch just slightly as the hair that had started coming in a few growth spurts ago came in even thicker all over his face, chest, part of his upper arms, his under arms, forearms, abs, crotch, and legs, as well as growing long enough on his head to come down to his shoulders. "AAAH! OOOH!" Feeling himself getting ready to climax once more Aaron leaned back as far as he could, pointed his cock down as best as he could parallel to the ground and with a finally stroke released a load worse than any tsunami mankind has ever seen. "AAAAAAAAWWWWAAAAAAARRRRRRUUUUUUUUUUUUUAAAAAHHHHRRRRRRGGGGGH!" Most of the army in the center of the plain were drowned in a torrent of cum. Many others were wounded by vehicles moving fast in its current and crushed or pinned by those vehicles. The other men had to deal with a sudden microburst of a sandstorm, for upon his release, Aaron dug his free hand deep into the earth and threw a huge clod of sand in their direction. Burried, swamped, swept away, when Aaron came to out of his ecstacy stupor, he stood up and proceeded to head in the direction the army came from. He knew there had to be at least a base, if not a town, that he could reach and then inquire which direction to go from there. CCCCRRRRRCK "Major Jenkins to Base, copy, over?" "This is General Hargendorff, Major. We read you, over." "Lumberjack is on the move, the entire combative force has been wiped out. He complained we came after him and after seeing the devistation he caused, my adivce would be to let sleeping giants lie." "Major are you saying everyone was wiped out?" "Yes sir. He was bigger than we anticipate from our last fight, and he grew right in the middle of our current fight. We won't have a chance, sir." "How big are we talking major?" "General, my jeep is at the bottom of a twenty foot crater that is his footprint. I tried to follow him and ran into this. The scanner on my jeep got pretty banged up, but if it isn't a computer glitch, we're in big trouble." "Again, major, how big?" "Approximately two-thousand fifty feet big, General." ***************************************************************************** Night fell, and soon Aaron was looking down the horizon to decide which way to go. The sun having set, he noticed something like a sunset off in the distance and knew it must be a town of some size. He began to walk towards it. Reaching it within a few minutes, he began to have an immediate affect: people in their cars staring up at the giant suddenly coming into view, forgetting to look at the road ahead of them and slam right into the car before them. The city had lights, lots of lights. Lots of signs, too. Dozens of signs advertising hotels, casinos, diners, Aaron had managed to find Las Vegas. People, police, managers everywhere began to scream and panic as they felt what they thought was an earthquake after exceptionally loud booms. Their buildings shaking, some experiencing cracking, they came pouring outside to get to safety. Aaron had decided to walk down the main road and was completely destroying it with even the lightest of his steps. He was thinking about smiling, no, smirking and calling out to these people, taunting them for being so afraid of his stature and power, but admist the screams and cries of panic, he began to hear a faint sound of cheers and horns honking. Turning the direction of the cheers, Aaron walked down to the end of the strip to one hotel and convention center. Once there he heard the cheers turn into some kind of chant. "EX!....EX!....EX!.....EX!.....EX!...EX!" "I'm sorry, folks. I'm so tall, I can't hardly even hear you. I don't know what you're saying, but I appreaciate the cheerful sound you are making towards me." Suddenly the large marquee started flashing widly, all out of control. Aaron knelt down to look at it, thining he must have cause something to rupture or split apart in the sign. But when he got there, the sign began to flash. "LOOK AT HOTEL MARQUEE!!" Aaron turned his head towards the entrance of the hotel and there above the doors was a large sign that read: "WECLOME GUESTS OF MACROCON!" Aaron turned back to the grop of people and said, "Macrocon? What's Macrocon?" The convention center marquee flashed again and suddenly the words scrolled up, "IT'S A CONVENTION OF MACROPHILIA LOVERS" "Macrophilia lovers? What is macrophilia?" "LIKE, LUST, LOVE OF ALL THINGS GIGANTIC!" With that post on the marquee there was a huge cheer from the crowd with flashing of light and honking of horns. "So you guys love things gigantic?" flash flash flash "YES, WE ALSO LOVE THINGS EXTREMELY WELL BUILT.....AND HUNG!" More cheers came from the crowd. "Well, little people. I am definitely all that. Nice to make all of your acquaintances. Wish I could do something for you." Again the crowd began to chant, "EX!..EX!....EX!....EX!.....EX!....EX!...." and just before Aaron was ready to ask them again what they were chanting, the convention marquee flashed, "FLEX! FLEX! FLEX! FLEX! FLEX! FLEX! FLEX!" "Ohhh now I gotcha! You wanna see all this muscle in action?" CHHHHHHHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-WHISTLES----EEEEEEEEEEEE-HONK HONK-EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEER "Well, alright! HOOMMPPPPPHHHHH" And the crowd proceeded to go wild. Aaron stood up and did a front double biceps pose, then moved into a lat spread. Next moving into a side chest, followed by a side triceps, and then a rear double biceps. Aaron was going through the motions he'd seen on many a bodybuilding competition he had jerked to when in high school and his parents and siblings were away. He wasn't sure if he was doing them correctly, but the crowd was cheers and applauding so loudly he knew many of them had to be going hoarse. He moved into a rear lat spread, then a hands overhead abdominal display, followed by obliques and intercostels display, then a forward quad display of first the right and then the left leg, then turned and rose one leg up on the ball of his foot to show off his calve development. He then faced forward again and raised his hands up high in the victory pose and while everyone cheered massively over that, he brought his arms down in the most massive most muscular-crab shot pose anyone has ever seen a bodybuilder perform. The crowd went ballistic. Several people fainted, several men came on the spot from the first pose, in the middle, or most definitely at the end with the most muscular. The crowd began to run at him and he wasn't sure what to do, he started to walk backwards a bit when suddenly the sign flashed: "WALK TO YOUR LEFT AND SIT DOWN ON THE BUILDING!" Surprised, Aaron stuttered, "I...I...I can't do that? I'll crush your building." "NOT OUR BUILDING AND WE DON'T CARE! WE WANT TO WORSHIP YOU!" Aaron smiled at those words and turn and walked to the building and began to sit down upon it. Using all his leg muscles to support himself on the way down, so he didn't just instantly collapse and sit, Aaron sat and went through the twenty-fifth floor....twenty-fourth...third...second...first...twentieth....boom Boom BOOOM. It finally stopped on the seventeenth floor and poor Aaron felt like he was sitting in the lowest sitting adorandack chair in the world. Settiling in he smiled down at the people and said, "Alright I'm going to get comfortable and extend my legs and feet. Becareful and move out of the way now.... .... .... .... ready? Here I go." Aaron extended his feet and then let them rest, where upon the people of the macro convention began to use anything they could to climb up on top of his feet. They began using ropes, cherry pickers, water jet packs in the convention center marquee pool... you name it they used it to climb up on top of his feet and began to spread out and fall down on top of them and rub him, and stroke him, and stroke his ankles and dance through the hair, and have picnics and wine and beer, and make love on top of him. Suddenly the marquee flashed again: "OH GREAT ONE, WHAT IS YOUR NAME?" "My name? My name is Aaron, lil' folk." "WE ARE WORSHIPPING YOU. WE WISH TO SEE HOW MANLY AND VIRILE YOU ARE.... IF THAT IS OK.... WOULD YOU JACK OFF FOR US?" Aaron tillted his head back, in as much as his traps and shoulders would let him, and laughed heartily. He reached for his cock, fumble feeling for it, for in its flaccid state he couldn't actually see it at all underneath his pecs. Stroking his schlong, Aaron closed his eyes and began to feel his firm strokes, as well as all the tiny strokes on his feet and ankles by his admiring crowd. Meanwhile out on the street a car pulled up and came to a screeching halt. The people inside had seen the way convention goers were communicating with Aaron and man in what appeared to be climbing gear had rushed inside the building. After a few minutes he ran to one of the feet of Aaron and got assistance up from several of the people. Whispers and comments began to spread from one convention goer to another and soon as the tall, fairly well built man in climbing gear began to run for the base of the ankles, the crowd began to chant: "GO! ...GO!....GO!....GO!..." Aaron felt a slight sting near his ankle, but resisted the impulse to perform a knee jerk reaction as that would send his new found followers flying through the air to land a couple hundred feet to the street or parking lot. Feeling the sharp tiny pains again he looked down to see this loan figure climb up him and knew he must be wearing logging boots or telephone pole boots and gloves, to climb up effortlessly. He began to get annoyed at the audacity of some individually just climbing up him without permission. "Alright, little man, who dares to just climb up me without my permission?!" Suddenly the marquee flashed: "OH GREAT, AARON. DO NOT SWAT THE MAN! WE HAVE A SURPISE FOR YOU!......" Suddenly there was a picture being run on the marquee, just large enough for Aaron to see. "Hello, my love. Aaron, it's me, Zeke. I have been following you, trying to catch up with you since the you ran away from your home. I was so worried about you... even more worried now that you've grown and grown and grown. But no matter how big you are. You are not a freak to me. You are invincibly beautiful and I still love you, more than ever. We may not be able to have a relationship like you wanted...and the cure Sanjay I have to stop this, well is now to late, but I can at least help you past this last hurdle to become the ultimate man, for I love you so much. I'm going to help jack you off, and then I will reside forever in your cock, to always help jack you off when you feel aroused. Love you." The crowd cheered their approval and a live picture came up on screen of Zeke making his ascent past Aaron's knee. Aaron became misty eyed, and cried a little. "I love you too, Zeke!" and with that he waited until Zeke had made the climb across his thigh, to his crotch, and then grabed a hold of his prick so it would be steady and not bounce as Zeke walked it's entire breathtaking length. Once there, Zeke, clamped into place to plates on either side of Aaron's piss slit, each one holding a bungee chord attached to a harness. Zeke stepped into the harness and made a motion signally that Aaron should raise his pecker up. As Aaron did so, Zeke walked to the top of the head, and then jumped as hard as he could into and down through the piss slit. Down down down he plummeted through the inside of Aaron's cock. where upon the slowing of motion and just before the return ride up, Zeke put on some weird kind of gloves, boots, and helmet made of a very slick and gooey material. As he was snapped back up he stuck his arms and legs out to rub the inner wall of Aaron's prick. Aaron sat up suddenly moaning loudly as he felt that inner rub travel down his cock, across his balls, over his asshole, up his buttocks, around his waist, up his abs, over his nipples, up his throat, until finally settling in his lower lip. "OOOOH MOTHER FUCK!" The crowd cheered madly and began to throw themselves, every single one of them, prostrate upon Aaron's massive feet. Aaron began to stroke harder and longer his might dong, while Zeke kept bouncing and stroking on the inside of it. Aaron closed his eyes and began to picture it was Zeke, his size giving him a blow job and the words escaped out of his mouth, "Oooooh Zeeeeeeke." Suddenly his cock lurched forward. No it just suddenly grew. Wham another few feet longer. WHUMP! And yet again. Aaron rolled his eyes in the back of his head over this feeling. The sound of breaking concrete and asphalt, crushing metal and car horns filled the air. The hotel that Aaron sat on began to moan and groan and give way all the way to the first floor. Aaron was once again growing... Growing....GROWING.... GROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWING! His last and final spurt. The feet grew into might support base slabs of manly meat. His legs just got longer and longer and longer pushing those feet past the marquee and into the convention cener. His head had torso rose higher and higher and higher still into the dark night sky. Every muscle fiber on his body twitched and stretched, split and grew, swelled and pumped, become stronger and denser.... Aaron would be able to look at the hulk, even if just as tall as he was and proclaim him, "puny hulk!" His biceps actually were the size of mountain tops. His chest barrels and spread out as far as large desset mesas and plateaus. His thighs became as big as redwoods, several of them tied together! Every breath, every motion, every twitch sent a flurry of bunching and contracting of the largest, most mounding and swollen muscles ever seen on a human body of any size. He just simply grew and grew and grew..... Finally Aaron couldn't take it anymore his growing, inflating balls, suddenly pulled back up inside him once more while his cock seemed to become that much larger, extend that much further, and his ass rose up and clinched tightly. "HOOOOOOOOOUWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" Zeke heard the mighty roar of his lover even from inside his lover's dick. Looking down he closed his surprised eyes and smiled, waiting for the massive torrent to hit him. He thought to himself, "Nobody else will ever say they went 'white water rapids' rafting like I have." The stream hit him and carried him right on out of Aaron's prick. The blast so powerful, the clamps didn't even hold Zeke in place for one second. In an instant Zeke was gone soaring over the top of Las Vegas landing miles away where the gigantic lake sized pool of cum would splatter. Aaron smiled and said a very hushed thank you to all his devotees, rolled his eyes back into his head, and passed out into a very heavy sleep. *************************************************************************** "Robert, I'm at the scene of the Titanic Hotel and Convention center where the young man, now giant, Aaron Shelley, lays in a very deep sleep after having caused massive amounts of destruction and devestation from pleasuring himself. We've been trying to get witness statements of how horrible this has been, but all we can find are people who have become, well, devotees and worshipers of this incredible young man. It seems that no one here at the hotel mined all this devestation as they belong to subset of people who love extremely gigantic men. They love men, or women, who are colossal in stature, with genitalia or breasts like a porn star, and muscles so strong and huge the incredible hulk, hercules, and superman would have problems living up to this paragon of physiques. "The lastest reports from the military have come back and what they confirm is astounding. As you can see from this panoramic shot, most of Aaron's torso covers the Ambassdor Hotel next door to the convention center. That's most of Aaron's torso. His shoulders and head extend past the foundations of the hotel, the hotel itself lies in ruins beneath him. Aaron's legs on the other hand stretch all the way across the length and width of the parking lot, even beyond in width, and into and nearly through the convention center itself. This is because, according to the military, Mr. Shelley stands four-thousand one-hundred and one feet tall. Scientists around the globe are trying to figure out exactly how much, with all his muscle mass he weighs, what kind of devestation this could do to the planet, as well as figure out how Aaron was able to grow this big, which should be a medical impossiblity. We further more must figure out how he's going to eat, what he's goint ea.....Oh! There's a tremor here, Robert!" "An earthquake, Lucy?" "I'm not sure... there are several tremors and they're getting stronger. Everyone is looking to Aaron, but he's still sound alseep. The ground is shaking horrifically. I'm asking our camera man to get down on his knees as I joing him and hope to keep reporting.... This is really quite difficult to keep standing even on my knees. The thuds or explosions are getting louder, almost like they're coming closer. Wait... there are several people screaming.... the convention goes are cheering, some of them have binoculars and see something on the horizon. There is a large something coming this way... OH MY GOD! It's another man... I mean another giant! Another colossal man and he looks to be the same size as Aaron here. It's like... It's like the invasion of the Titans or something from Greek Mythology. He looks confused... no wait he's looking this way and smiling... He's coming our direction!" "AAAAARRON! Aaron, wake up! It's Zeke! It's Zeke, baby. The formula spread to me with instant affects. Now we can really be together." "The raven haired giant is kneeling next to Aaron. Aaron is waking up and he looks surprised, shocked, now he's smiling. They're embracing... they're kissing. These convention goers are cheering like made like it's the Second Coming or something. And now... now..... OH MY GOD THE SIZE OF THEIR DICKS! Oh! I'm sorry, Robert, viewing audience... it's just the two giants have just become aroused and it appears... it they are... they are going to... OH THAT BULDING! Oh... uhm....back to you, Robert."

A little story about a less sane version of me... ------------------------------ You were everything you could ever dream of. So confident, and exactly what you would be if you sculpted your own body from marble. Gigantic slabs of muscle piled high on your absurd frame. Thick, long bones kept everything perfectly symmetrical. You feet were so big and wide, you constantly almost tripped...if you call knocking everything out from under you without any effort tripping. Your massive legs had layer after layer of meat on them. Your hips formed the base of your barrel shaped torso, wide enough to keep your swollen quads from pressing into each other too often. The muscles of your pelvic floor, lower abs, and obliques flexed and strained constantly, holding up your obscene testicles and penis. Testicles so large, you could feel them throbbing all day and night. Pumping inhumane amounts of testosterone through you. So much testosterone you'd sometimes feel overwhelmed by it, struggling to remain focused, as it fueled your growth. For a while, your penis would just explode out of your pants at the sight of almost any healthy woman who could in the area. You learned to control it, though. Bigger than any porn star you've ever seen, even while soft, your bulge literally shocked everyone that happened to glance down at it. Which wasn't hard, considering your hips were almost at eye level with most people. Add to the fact that you HAD to go commando, or your balls would be crushed against your giant legs all day. You've constantly been asked to leave family locations over the years, and more and more people don't want you around their children. It's not your fault that this thing keeps growing, though. The only thing that distracts from the large beast in your pants was your torso. Your shoulders were wider than most doors. Your pecs stuck out further than the biggest breasts you've ever touched. Your back flared up and outward, forming the base for your shoulders...shoulders that you could swear were bigger than even last week. At your sides, your arms constantly bumped into other parts of your torso, as every movement seems to make the entire limb flex. Your hands could envelope a human head. Your forearms were as hard as bone, and every fiber could be seen under the skin, if it wasn't for the layer of soft, smooth hair that added to the impossible amount of manliness you already were. Your jaw, wide and chiseled, was covered in a 3 day old beard, longer than most guys can grow in a couple weeks. Every flaw that comes with your size didn't matter. how you couldn't fit on most beds, how often you hit your head, how hard it was to find clothes, how most people assumed you were stupid. You didn't care. You loved how people gasped at your presence. When you walked through teh door, everyone looked in awe and lust. You could get any women in bed with you with just a wink... but that's where the flaws started to matter. No one women was willing to try to take your massive penis. You've made it your life's work to find a women who would at least get the tip in...but even the few adventurous women who've tried never enjoyed the sex. You were an anomaly. Like the last of your species, trying to find someone to be with. Someone who could take you. Someone to bond with. anyone. And you found her... You should've realized that an average women being so obsessed with how big you were probably wasn't stable. Looking back, you saw lots of signs. But you hadn't had this connection since you got this big...she couldn't take all of you...but she did what she could... So now here you are, chained to a stone slab in her basement. She said she loved this kind of thing. She said this was her fantasy. When asked to elaborate, she insisted it was about power. How she wanted to feel power over a strong man like you, only for the man to break free, and take the power, and seduce her with it. You agreed with it...kinda lost and confused. This wasn't your thing, but hey, this was the only women you could actually have sex with in years. The chains were tight. Too tight...even for you. Not something you could break, even with your gorilla strength. When she started walking toward you with a needle in her hand, you objected. But she just smirked...The signs were all there, man, how'd you not guess this? Now a crazy woman is injecting you with...She won't tell you what it is! Your heart is racing. It burns as it's injected. You feel it rushing through your veins. You feel your balls throbbing. You feel your penis grow hard against your will. Harder. harder...and bigger. You feel your body sliding across the stone. You look at your left shoulder, then right, in a panic, seeing them shift away from your point of view, as you grew wider before your very eyes. Your chest grew out, taking up more of your peripheral vision. You felt your body growing longer. Your legs growing outward. You feel the shackles press against your growing wrists and ankles. You roar like a monster, asking what she has done to you. She's laughing and moaning, as moisture flows out from between her legs. She shouts triumphantly that her mad science was working. Her aroused body and twisted mind writhed in pleasure as she watched you expand beyond what you wanted. You were perfect, and she ruined you. But this thought was being destroyed by the amplified testosterone coursing through your veins. You were becoming an animal. and this nude, aroused woman, who wanted nothing more than to you to unleash your massiveness upon her stood there...waiting for you to free yourself and take your prize. The chains shatter. You lunge at her. She embraces what little she can of you. Hour and hours and hours of pure bliss followed there after... --------- This one will have one more part to it...let me know what you think

Posted in original forum *All characters 18+ The Growth "Contact with the Altair in T minus 2." The systems voice command alerted. Jake looked out through the rescue pod's small window, watching it begin to dock with the large freighter. The pod gently rocked as it positioned itself, making an air tight seal between the two vessels with a faint hiss. "Air lock sealed, boarding permissible." The similar voice added as a green light brightened the door as it slid open. The NASA marine grabbed his gear and stepped through the door channel, cautiously walking into the Altair's loading bay. His laser rifle aimed, looking high and low before each turn and corner, advancing further into the silent haul while avoiding any sudden movements or sounds. Jake progressed through the ships interior, clearing the various rooms he passed. It was when he made it to the mess hall where he thought he could hear something, shuffling of some sort, but not sure exactly what it was...stepping up to the metal door frame he slung himself and his rifle through the door pointing it in the corner with his finger putting pressure on the trigger, only to see three frightened crewmen huddled together. He made a quick glance of the area. "You men alright?" Jake said sternly, as the men could only respond by nodding like timid bobbleheads. He looked around, "Where is it?" One answered, "I..n there," he quietly said in a nervous stammer, pointing to the medical quarter's white painted door. "Wait here and don't make a sound." He ordered, checking his rifle over one more time as he walked up to the door, opening it. Jake had no idea what exactly he was going after, except that it had just killed four men of the Altair's crew, according to the distress call. He was the closest armed vessel in the area that could respond, but didn't bother to wait for a reinforcing crew, unwilling to let whatever it was pick-off the remaining crew members one-by-one. He placed one foot over the door threshold, hearing a squishy sound as he slipped forward with his right leg. Looking down he saw a thick slimy substance that coated the floor, it was almost clear with a slight blue tint to it and not to mention slightly warm. "What the hell?" He reached down and dabbed it with his middle finger, feeling its strange texture rub between his digits when a thick, gooey, rope like arm wrapped around his wrist from above. In an instant reaction he quickly pulled his laser rifle up, firing three shots up towards where he felt the pulling come from while burning holes through the ceiling before it was slapped across the room by another goo rope which also restrained his trigger hand before he could even think about reaching over to release the other. Something wrapped around his waist as it squeezed and lifted him off the floor, slamming his back into the wall behind. He pulled and tugged, desperately trying to free himself but to no avail. "Relax young man...relax." A strange and distorted voice soothed in as a slimy tentacle wrapped around Jake's neck and face, stroking his black buzz cut hair. "Let go you fuckin...aghhh!" He yelled as the tentacles pulled even tighter on his waist and rib cage, increasing the difficulty to breath. "My intent is not to kill you, but if you continue to struggle this will be excruciatingly more painful than it needs to be." Jake tried even harder to release himself, but despite his strength he couldn't overcome the constricting forces around his joints. But his problem only got worse as just then, one of the tentacles lunged forward and through his un-expecting mouth, pulling deep down his throat, causing him to cough and gag. As it settled inside it started to throb and give intermittent squirts of the thick fluid into his stomach just when small prickly hairs poked their way out, releasing tiny spores inside him that would eventually spread to every tissue. The fluid gave a burning sensation in his gut as he felt like he'd just swallowed a handful of needles and having it roll around inside him. Intense screams that would have filled the room were only muffled by the heavily planted tube, making Jake helpless in every way possible. It was persistent in inflicting pain as what felt like an eternity only lasted a few minutes as the mucous tentacle filled Jake with its strange slippery substances. But just as fast as it started, it suddenly released allowing him to the floor in a puddle of the sticky fluid, groaning in pain. Hardly able to turn his head and look up, his hazy vision almost caught a glimpse of the creature that had just assaulted him as it slipped out the crack of the emergency escape hatch, escaping from the ship. Not much more could be done as he went in and out, then finally losing consciousness in the spot he lay. ------------------------------------ "Lieutenant, sir, can you hear me?" A voice said closely as a bright light shined and moved over his face. "Ughh, wh..." Jake only muttered in response, suddenly becoming aware of a massive headache that pounded inside his head. "Ahh, geez.." "It looks like he's coming out of it...go update the charge nurse on the change of status." Another voice added in. "Can you open your eyes all the way for me?" "Ugh, yeah.." Jake blinked the sore lids open as he squinted from the room's heavily lighted atmosphere. "Agh...fuckin' feel like shit." His throat was tender and sore from the slimy insertion, grimacing as he tried to swallow. Lifting his head to look around and seeing all the hospital equipment, blinking lights and various beeps, not the best place to wake up in. "What happened?" Glancing up at the man next to him and seeing his name tag, Dr. Matton. "That's what we were hoping you could tell us....a patrol found you lying unconscious in that freighter which gave central a distress call this morning. But the crew is still scared shitless and won't talk to anyone. And, since then you've been here in the medical frigate for the last eight hours." Matton was listening with his stethoscope. "That's pretty much all we know now, however your vitals were out of control for awhile when you got here...fortunately you didn't slip into a coma, or worse." Pushing himself back in the chair and crossing his arms. "Yet we have no idea what caused your symptoms...all tests were negative." Jake rubbed his hand down his face, "You know doc...I'd tell you if I could remember, but everything's just fog right now." Feeling his light stubble that had grown. "Well, I don't want to interrogate you right now...we're just going to let you rest until we feel that you're safe to leave here without any complications." "Mm, sounds good doc...feels like I just got hit by a loading bus, don't feel like doing much of anything right now." "I'll be back later to check in on you, we'll take you down to the officer's quarters for now." Doctor Matton gave a nod to one of the nurses who then wheeled him down to a large room that was low lit and furnished with a small bed, dresser and shower. Jake jumped up on the soft bed, sighing as he found a comfortable spot and dozed off. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Jake's eyes blink open again, but this time there was no one there with a bright light, just a nagging twinge he felt in his crotch...it was actually getting a bit worse as the thought about it. Curious to see, he lifted up the bottom of his gown, exposing his toned muscular frame as he looked down at the source of his discomfort. What he saw wasn't reassuring to the least as his testicles appeared to be swollen to the size of two grapefruits, in which his penis looked almost distended and lengthened. "Oh shit.." Poking them causing him quickly draw back as they were ever so tender. "Just what I need, dammit." He looked around for a call button but to find nothing. Painfully, he stood up, which made it feel much worse as the heavy ball sac tugged down with the force of gravity. But the motion seemed to have also excited his love stick as a hefty erection started to form, becoming rock solid as his body's lower head saluted him. It was throbbing and pulsing as he looked down at it, starting to develop a sense of fear realizing that his genitalia could explode. The throbbing became more intense as veins started to pop out and push the skin up just as his nuts swelled even bigger. Jake putting his hands around it, but scared too scared to touch and place any pressure on it. "Nu..nurse!" he tried to yell out but was only dampened by his own shock. "What the hell's happening to me?" It was almost like his cock was thrusting on its own, pulling and straining on his prostate. Just as he was about to call for the nurse again with more augusto, his member had a violent spasm as it shot out a thick jet of cum, striking the bottom of his chin as it splattered and noisily splashed all over the room, a few drops getting into his mouth. The large orgasm left him breathless as he looked down at the monster that had grown between his thighs, its fluid dripping from his chin...when it ejaculated again...this time even bigger, coating his face and upper body with hot male spunk. "Fuck!" Jake was wiping it out from his eye and spitting it out his mouth, squinting as he grabbed part of the bed sheet to clear his face and started to wipe it off his chest, his bigger, fuller chest. Confused, he grabbed his pectorals, one in each hand. They were gently pressing out against his fingers as he felt a light stretch in his skin...they were growing. Looking too he could see that the arms holding them were pumped, even more than he would see after a good hard workout at the gym. He scanned his body, seeing that nothing seemed to be normal right now. Jake's thighs increased their girth; he was able to see each head of his quadriceps filling out, almost like watching water balloons filling up on the kitchen faucet. They expanded as his vastus lateralis wrapped around, giving a beautiful sweep as it met up with his bulbous hamstrings which were thickening up at a comparable rate. The long length of those muscles reached up to the back shelf that is also known as the ass as his glutes poured out from his waist, becoming enormous globes of beef filling the other side of his pelvis, countering the heavy package that was delivered to his front. Down below his calves stretched out, looking like huge turkey drum sticks from the prehistoric age as the muscle tapered down to his ankles...the heads in his gastroc pulled away, giving a deep separation. Jake couldn't believe what was happening to him, it was all happening so fast. His heart race as each beat matched the tempo of his chest expanding. On the sides of his more than meaty chesticles were his shoulders, which looked like someone had literally dug up two giant boulders from the ground and implanted them there. But of course, there were nice striations and separations in each head of deltoid, including the posterior which highly complemented the thickness of his traps, rhomboids and lats. They were getting so big it looked as if they were rolling out from each other and engulfing his neck. Even the muscles running up and down his spine swelled with size as they met up with his already massive ass and traps, above and below. The lieutenant was sweating as the huge amounts of testosterone that were churning in his balls spread throughout his body... growing everything it passed. His arms were getting bigger and bigger, triceps that exploded into horseshoes that would be too big for even the biggest Clydesdale and biceps that went from baseballs to softballs to watermelons. Everything else was growing to perfect proportions, pecs looking like larger than average pillows filled with meat, thighs that were literally as big as concrete supports for light poles in parking lots, an ass that was bigger than two swiss exercise balls put together, and a back that would baffle engineers in ever getting it through a door frame. Jake looked down, but couldn't even see his massive cock and balls anymore...he felt them though, throbbing and slapping against his ripped 10 pac abs that sprouted during the experience. His whole body trembled, still adjusting to the immense size that it had suddenly acquired. Jake thought about lying down on the bed, but he was almost three times the size of it. It was a good thing he wasn't claustrophobic...the room felt incredibly small now as he was even slightly closer to the ceiling. The now massively muscled soldier took his first steps in his new form...incredibly awkward as he ever so slowly waddled to the door, feeling the thick muscles contract. He looked at the door to get out.....no way in hell. Seeing the square call button he pushed it as the little red light flashed against his skin.