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Hey there. Welcome to the gemini universe! Out here an ancient society on earth has released an powerfull spell, causing certain people around the world to gain powers and become quite special heroes and villains.

=== SCRAPPED - 4TH ATTEMPT COMING === I really need to get a hold on how I want this story to go...

Part 1 Here's the first part of a story I quickly decided to whip up. It's mostly setup for later parts, but hopefully you'll enjoy it. As always, feedback is always appreciated. 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Do you know how much it sucks losing your dream job? I poured my heart and soul into that company!" I say, words slurred by alcohol. My complaints are directed to the bartender behind the counter as I stare at my drink. "Hell, I moved to this city just for this job, I don't know anyone here." I look up at the bartender who is polishing a mug nonchalantly. His bearded face shows a hint of a smile as he raises a single eyebrow. I've been coming to this bar weekly since I moved here in the summer, but more recently I've been coming daily. I just barely notice as I slowly begin swaying from side to side in my chair. "Fine, I guess I know you now, but that's not the point! The point is that after just 3 months they tell me that they need to downsize AND I just so happen to be on the cut list! What am I going to do-" I'm cut off by the sensation of stomach acid coming up my throat. I cover my mouth with a hand and sit still waiting for the feeling to pass. Joe, the bartender, just laughs. "I think you've had too much to drink... again. You've been complaining about this for five days in a row now. As for what you're going to do now, that's simple. Get a new job. Luckily," Joe walks a few steps behind him to the bar wall and points to a Help Wanted sign on the wall, "we just so happen to be hiring." I begin shaking my head in protest, but quickly realize that sudden movements aren't doing me any favors. "I can't work in a bar, I'm a journalist! Besides the fact that I have no experience, it's not really my thing. I can't just-" I'm cut off once again by another wave of nausea. I let out a low groan. The room feels like it's spinning. "Alright, alright, get a move on to the restroom before you make a mess of my bar. And at least give the job some thought before you flat out deny it." Joe said with a frown. He then swipes my half empty cup and pours it out. I nod slightly and jog/trip my way to the restroom. The restroom is empty when I enter. I run over to a sink first to splash cold water on my face. I'd rather avoid vomiting all together if I can. The shock of the cold water grounds me somewhat. I stand with my hands gripping the sides of the sink for what seems like an hour, but is more likely a minute or two, until the restroom door opens. I check the sink mirror in front of me to see who just came in and my knees go weak. Walking behind me to the toilet stalls is one of the most muscular men I've ever seen. Truthfully I don't see many bodybuilder types around here, but this man was still above and beyond the norm. He was wearing a pair of jeans that barely seemed to contain his tree trunk legs, and a tailored white dress shirt with the top two buttons undone revealing his shelf-like pecs. I don't like to admit it but I get a bit grabby when I'm intoxicated, and the more I drink the more I want to grab, and tonight I've had a lot to drink. Once the man entered his stall, my drunk brain began scheming of any way to cop a feel of those massive muscles. I stood there staring at the stall from my vantage point at the sink mirror, and began waiting for my chance to act. As soon as I hear the creaking of the stall door opening, I turn around and wait for the mountain of a man to appear. Once he enters my sights I fake a fall towards his large body. My luck finally seems to be looking up as the man catches me in his arms. I take that moment to get a feel of any muscles I can reach, pretending to try and catch my balance. I get a hold of his back, traps, delts, biceps, and pecs before he finally pushes me off of him, his hands on my shoulders. "Woah, what the hell man, are you ok?" The bodybuilder says in a deep gravelly voice. I am in bliss right now. Not only did I just feel up this massive man, but now he's touching me too? Unfortunately, my happiness is short-lived as my nausea decides this is the perfect time to go into overdrive. I only managed a small, "Oh no," before spewing my dinner and copious amounts of booze onto the shirt of the man in front of me. The man yells a string of curse words as he tosses me to the side. I try to grab onto his hand before I fall to slow my descent, but he manages to slip his hand out of my grip. The sudden prat fall knocks the wind out of me and I am forced to put my head on the ground to catch my breath. I sit up slightly to see how the large man I just puked on was doing and almost gasped as I see that he has taken his shirt off to clean it in the sink. Watching his rippling back muscles move as he scrubs his shirt distracts me for a few moments until I notice a small weight in the hand I tried grabbing the man with. Looking down I see a leather bound journal and a black pencil in my hand. Where did this come from? The cover was blank besides a name, "Greg Carlson". I had no idea who that was, but was too drunk to think about it for too long. I flipped the journal open to random page near the middle and began reading it. "-graduated from Anderson County High School with a full-ride sports scholarship. Soon after entering University, became interested in bodybuilding and-" I looked up from the journal and towards the man standing a few feet away from me. Could this be his journal? I doubted that someone as masculine as him would be carrying around a journal of his life stories everywhere he went. Besides, the way it was written seemed more like a third-person view rather than a personal journal. I looked back at the journal and flipped to the first page. Instead of seeing more life events, I saw what seemed like in depth statistics of a person's body. The stats didn't stop with just weight and height however, they went super specific like individual finger lengths. Who keeps track of that? Another thing I noticed was a category for sexual orientation, which was filled in as straight. I barely had time to register my disappointment before I saw something far more interesting, a penis category. With a length of 4 inches and a girth of 3 inches, I felt kind of bad for the guy. If the muscle beast in front of me really was the owner of this journal and it was accurate, his dick, while not horribly small, would look ridiculously tiny in comparison to his massive body. Feeling naughty and a bit horny, I erased the numbers with the black pencil that I found with the journal and replaced them with 10 inches long and 8 inches in girth. Hopefully if he notices what I wrote he'll have a good laugh about it. I got up quickly and placed the journal and pencil down near the man while apologizing quietly. He glared at me as I rushed out of the restroom. Outside of the restroom, I let out a heavy sigh and walked back to the bar, head hung. "Have a bad time in there or something?" Joe asked, noticing my sullen return. "I... I may or may not have puked all over a dude in the restroom." I said, not making eye contact with Joe. Joe was silent for a few seconds before bursting into laughter. His laugh was infectious, and I couldn't help but join in. It was too ridiculous not too. "Shit, man, I'm not going to clean that up." Joe finally said after we stopped laughing. "Ha, luckily I think it pretty much all ended up on the guy and not the floor." I chuckled again before finally looking up at Joe with a grin. "Also, would this be a bad time to ask for that job?" "That was a quick change of heart, but I guess It's a good of a time as any. I can set you up a quick interview this week with the boss. Don't worry though, I'll be there too. You're basically guaranteed the job." As we continue discussing the job and the work it entailed, I notice the bathroom door opening and the man I had met in it exiting from within. He was wearing his shirt once again but now it was wet and basically see-through and his sculpted body was on display. At the very least there was no sign of the vomit I had covered him in. With a distressed look on his face the man kept adjusting his crotch. It was bulging a surprising amount for 4 inches, but I suppose it's all about how you display it. The man speed-walked his way past me without a second glance and left the bar. Joe didn't seem to notice as he continued his spiel on bartender etiquette. Unbeknownst to me, the journal I had found had completely disappeared without the man taking it. Things would soon start to get a bit hectic around here for me.

Hey guys, thanks to everyone that voted in the first round which was Lat Spread, it was a very very close contest between our 2 gorgeous hunks, Dan shaved it by one vote! I've got a feeling this is going to be a very close contest overall! So now we come to one of my favourite poses, the side chest, both Dan and Regan have huge mass to show and these poses did not disappoint as you will see shortly. Pretty much every upper body muscle has chance to shine in this pose, balloon like pecs, thick boulder shoulders and incredible arms. Just to remind you , your voting for the guy you want to win the chance to be the guy who uses our new super growth serum. Again along with your choice please give an explanation as to why you chose either Dan or Regan. So here we go with Round 2: DAN We believe Dan has some of the best pecs on the planet, so this pic was an easy choice. The roundness and thickness is mindblowing! The pic also shows the quality of his delts and huge biceps. REGAN We chose this pic as it shows Regans incredible size, was nearly 300lb in this pic and still holding in to some decent definition. Big juicy pecs and colossal arms made this pic the perfect choice. So guys, get voting, who wins it for you, Dan or Regan?

Hey guys, for those of you that read my stories in the now sadly departed unfiltered section, you'll be aware that I liked to experiment with my stories and not just do plain old stories , the story I'm now doing will firstly be split Into a few short parts , eventually leading to a much bigger final story later down the line. Your fictional or real replies will have some say towards the final story. So here goes............... So after weeks and weeks of auditions and many many photo shoots at competitions and at gyms we are now finally down to our last 2 Candidates and you the online audience are gonna help us decide which candidate we pick for our brand new growth serum, now as you have seen over the many weeks we haven't gone for your typical skinny guy wanting to get huge! We decided to pick guys who were already fucking huge and wanting to get even bigger! We all sorts of candidates of fitness models right upto competitive athletes and bodybuilders, some just came along for the ride but the bulk of them were deadly serious. It was that that made the decision even harder but I think we have chosen the right 2 people. So how are you going to help us pick the ONE? Well each week we are going to post a picture we took of the candidates doing various poses in different environments, now we know that each persons genetics are different, so we have tried our best to get each pose as similar as each other even though weights and heights maybe slightly different. All you need to do is pick your favourite based on the poses and leave your selection in the comments section with a little explanation as to why you picked that candidate. So without further ado let's meet our final 2. The first pose off you need to chose from is rear lat spread. Candidate 1: Regan , 24, Canadian. We chose this picture as it shows Regans impressive width and thickness off very well. We love the thick slabs of muscles last racking out of his sides and the thickness of his lower back too. Candidate 2, Dan, Romanian. I think it's quite clear why we chose Dan, we all think that back is freakishly impressive, the thickness and width is mindblowing and the definition is crazy for that mass! So, there you have it guys, Regan or Dan Pt 1 , it's over to you!

Part 1 The Hulk grinned as the human seemed to understand what he meant and wanted. He followed Richard into the other room, turning sideways to fit through the door frame. Even that wasn't enough however, as he felt his rock solid pectorals bend the metal frame to allow passage. "Human good. Human know what Hulk want." He rumbled, ruffling Richard's hair gently. "Now give it to Hulk." Now centered in the large lab chamber, Richard could see the destructive hole left behind by his colleague's enormous endowment. Turning his view to the other side of the room just parallel to the opening, he could see the still fresh discharge dripping down the wall. Such power he thought. The walls were at least half a foot thick of pure concrete and yet the giant could still puncture through with his erection alone. Going further might result with even more demolishing results... The Hulk huffed and stroked his endowment gently, panting ever so slightly as his erection and need continued to itch at his mind. "Human turn machine to full. Hulk take anything machine give." He grunted flexing an arm and admiring the sheer mass of his bicep. He slowly started to chuckle, edging closer to another release. He grunted and forced his hand away. He didn't just want to feel good, he wanted to feel great. The beam, the growth and the worship from the human would do that just fine. It was hard for the smaller man to think straight with Hulk so uncomfortably close to his being. He could already feel the scorching knee-low hairy sack of his titanic friend nuzzling against his lower lumbar. "Go over there and I'll turn the machine on", Richard said as he turned back to face his looming green partner. The Hulk grunted, walking further into the room, his shoulders hunched to allow his massive frame to fit into the room with ease. He pressed himself gently to the human, oddly enough enjoying the feeling of one too small being so close to him. "Hulk go stand, no tricks or Hulk smash you." He growled, tensing an arm in a vicious demonstration. He stepped onto the platform, surprised it could hold his weight, at least for now. He was happy to find he had a bit more headroom, at least he wasn't constantly hunched over. Each switch, dial and keyboard input was set to the appropriate setting. Richard swiped his hand over his forehead, wiping the sweat from his blushed face. His mind was racing at the possibilities of what he was capable of giving to his brutish assistant. it was hard for him to tear his focus off of the erect green hunk waiting for his next dose of radiation. He was immense already and that result alone was just from one single instance of radiation exposure. Not only that, the console's dial was still only set to the 1 setting. There were at least 10 levels available... "Why waiting! Hulk want!" The bellow, his body twitching eagerly. He growled as he adjusted his stance, preparing himself to feel the climactic rush, the growth, the building of overwhelming power within his body. He felt his massive shaft dribble eagerly, pre-cum leaking from his slit. "Hit Hulk with best shot!" Before turning on the machine, Richard adjusted the turn knob to the 2 setting, convinced that no matter what size Hulk would be, it wouldn't be enough for him. "Here we go..." He said under his breath as the scientist flipped the switch and activated the machine again. The machine hummed and buzzed, bathing the green giant in the highly concentrated gamma light. He threw his head back, groaning loudly as his body throbbed, flexing his chest as the radiation soaked into him. Wordlessly, he snarled and began to caress his body, his muscles and his cock. As he lavished himself, he began to feel heavier, his balls already hard at work, dropping lower and filling faster then before. It was a rapturous display being presented to the human. The build up was slow but the ecstasy was almost palpable. Richard could only stare on longingly, pinning his hips against the console as he too was hot and bothered from the Hulk's libidinous submission. "Human, come help Hulk! Hulk want to feel how big he is!" He chuckled as he widened his stance, his body eagerly resuming the slow growth from before as he filled his cock, slowly running a large palm along his titanic manhood. "I-I think I'll stay over here if you don't mind." Although as compelling as the offer stood, Richard had no intent to receive the same growing treatment. He had every intention to cater to Hulk's hunger for size. The Hulk growled, but understood. He was the very epitome of power, anyone in their right mind would be terrified to approach him. He grunted as his shoulders widened, muscles surging in size, neck slowly reaching up to swallow his head, only for his neck to lengthen and head begin to widen. Hulk panted, still focused on his ever growing shaft, caressing the thick veins that ran along its sides. Richard buckled his hips as he saw Hulk enjoying his ever increasing size. Licking his lips, the dial was then set to 3, the radiation pouring out more excessively now. Although it seemed as though the machine was slowly growing the monstrous man, its function only served to amplify the beast's sex drive. Each stroke of his hand pumped his frame to bigger and wider proportions with every caress more powerful than the last the longer he remained under the machine. His cock only hardened more and once his climax has reached and his member plush and soft again, the need to fill it with blood and pump will only worsen, practically making the giant addicted. Hulk let out a strained groan as his muscular mass increased at a quickening rate, every stroke, tug and squeeze of his manhood brought further growth to his frame. His steadily increasing weight bent the metal platform he stood upon. He shudders as his shoulders widened further, cracking his knuckles as he increased further in size, palms wider then a manhole cover. "Mmmmmore!! Hulk want more!" Richard wanted more as well. With no regret, the dial was switched to 4 as the spill of radiation continued to fan the flames of Hulk's sex drive. Naturally, the brute's body was further endowed to cater to his constant cravings. More curly hairs appeared across every inch of his body. His odor only enriched and invaded his nostrils with an exhilarating scent. Of course, even witnessing his very growth and massive musculature served to make the beast enraptured in bliss. The Hulk let out a bestial, primal roar as his growing passion was only further increased. It was maddening, consuming and mind-boggling. He furiously worked his shaft, oblivious to the hair sprouting along his swollen pectorals, between the deep crevices of his abs, tracing the near perfect horseshoe of his traps. He found himself widening his stand as his quads pumped full of raw power. He groaned and moaned panting and shaking. Richard only committed to their antics further. The dial went up to 5, then 6. 7. 8. He couldn't help himself. This was his only opportunity to see their experiment to its fullest potential. The scientist's eyes only widened at the sight of Hulk's massive arms raising and lowering, the biceps mashing against the pillowy huge pecs which flexed up and down into the grunting face of his partner. His cock was practically peaking past his head and his low hanging hairy testicles were bloating near the floor. It seemed like he was about to blow at any second. The Hulk could feel the building pressure throughout his body, from the tips of his sprawling toes to the very top of his dark forest cock. He shut his eyes and grinded his teeth together, fighting against the ever increasing climax that was building at the base of his cock. He roared and cried out, placing a hand on his tip, surprised to find his cock head was bigger then his palm. That moment of shock was all it took. His guard dropped and his balls pulled tight. Every muscle on his body expanded faster than his skin could keep up, making it look like his entire body was flexing. His eyes rolled back as he cried out, his shaft pulsating as thick jets of cum blasted from his tip through the ceiling. At that point, the trajectory of the discharge collided against the machine, damaging the emission of radiation above him to where no setting could hold back what was being expelled into the green monster. The mighty climax followed the same response previously, enlarging every facet of the Hulk's body at a quickening speed. Every hiccup his length made only pulsed his frame bigger. What cum hadn't escaped the enclosure only fell onto the giant. His cock had already punctured a new hole where his ejaculate carved out and his head was reaching to be next. Unleashing a guttural growl, the Hulk moaned and grunted as his body increased in mass almost uncontrollably. His voice deepened as the ceiling drew closer. Hulk bent forward as his back pressed against the ceiling, pulsating, stretching, thickening. Concrete gave way to flesh as he pushed up into the ceiling and through the building, pipes, wires, rebar and so much provided no resistance as his size continued to exponentially increase. The Hulk's head quickly vanished past the destroyed ceiling where his disproportionately enormous pecs were soon next to press firmly into the remains of the roof. What space was left inside the open chamber was quickly being filled with the titan's hirsute mass. Below his rocket of a cock, the vast pillowy sac was rolling outwards towards the scientist, finding any room it can to spread itself out. Despite being unable to see it, Hulk's ever thickening legs could feel the scorching hot balls overtake his stance, bulging between his limbs and underneath his taint. His loaded hairy ass had matched the protruding distance of his back, both pressing hard against the wall behind him with cracks forming against the aggressive swelling. The feeling of his body stuffed inside the crumbling confines of the room only catered to the Hulk's libido, making his impressive spire of cock shoot his loads even harder, more copious. His cock shivered, trembled and leaked like a river. Sweat rolled down his body as his bones cracked and snapped, expanding along with his body. The Hulk wordlessly bent down, pushing the roof out of the window, reaching down to grab the scientist that helped him. He smirked as he wrapped his hand around the puny human, hoisting him out of the soon to be destroyed lab. "Human help Hulk. Now Hulk help human." The green giant bellowed as he placed the man of science on his overly developed pectorals. Thirty feet above the ground, Richard could finally see what kind of experience it must had been for such an immense giant. Snuggly fit between the moist crevice of his partner's chest, the musk was the first thing to really hit the tiny man. Being so rich with hair and sweat, the smell of pure man was almost lethal. Still Richard welcomed such a beautiful odor even if was hard to breath at first. At last, being so elevated on top of his idol, he could gaze onto the dripping face of the Hulk, chiseled and stubbly with a vast jawline, shelf-top brows and toned cheekbones. His test subject was handsome, neanderthal-like but still beautiful in every way masculine. His head was bigger than the doctor but compared to his body, it was the smallest thing about him. Forcing his attention away from the titan, Richard looked behind him to see the Hulk's length stretching upwards, six feet above the Hulk's head. Its lobbing of semen had died down to a dribble as the growth was nearing its end. Hulk had his upper body freed from the facility, the hot Arizona heat now more apparent than ever. Aside from his shaft, everything below the Hulk's waistline was still inside the ruins of the central chamber. Hulk panted slowly unsure if the sweat permeating his body was caused by his sexual release, the mind numbing growth or the desert heat. All three maybe. He glanced down at the man resting on his chest, slowly grinning at him. It felt like hours since the Hulk's heart beat wasn't racing. He could hear his blood rushing in his ears, fading slowly. "Human... did good." He said, slowly raising an arm to better look it over. "Hulk happy." He brought his bicep up to his face, slowly kissing the emerald colored muscle mountain. Such a tease the dumb hung giant was. The deep moans and slobbering sounds of his tongue stroking his peaking arms gave the doctor quite a show. Although still horny, the amount of size the Hulk had piling onto his shaft had made the monolith slump down to its flaccid state, making the entire package rival to that of his entire lower half. The uncut cock rested against what ceiling was intact of the facility, keeping it from joining the rest of his member. The Hulk nuzzled his massive arm, almost needingly. It was obvious he was in love with his power and size. He moaned as his massive manhood slowly dropped down, brushing against the roof of the lab. The contact sent an electric tingle up the green behemoth, making his hair stand on end for a moment. He paused from his muscular ministrations, if only long enough to nod at the human and resume fondling his perfectly split bicep with his tongue. Having an arm raised just to grace the bicep, Richard couldn't help but also notice the curly hairs peeking past the pectoral landscape. The bush below his arm must have been stuffed senseless. Although the up close display was erotic beyond belief, the doctor couldn't help but feel as though he's missing out on so much more of this green stud. "If I was just on the ground..." "Human want down?" The brute asked, hearing the voice in his own head. He blinked as he tried to process the fact. He slowly reached towards the human, holding out his hand for Richard to climb onto. "Y-yes. Yes! I do!" How could this be? Amazingly the Hulk somehow knew what he was thinking. With his left half shifting slowly with easeless flexing, a giant beefy palm glided flat near the chest. With his bicep and shoulder shifting towards his torso, his pec in response molded itself up bigger. Everything about him continued to impress the scientist. Being appreciative, the little man jumped into the lumpy lift that was the Hulk's hand. "Hulk heard you say tho...." Hulk slowly lowered the human to the ground, looming over him as he lowered him down to the roof of the lab, the sunlight dancing lazily through his forest of hair, both on his head and the stubble along his broad jaw and chest hair. He stood back up, staring at the puny human and slowly smirked, the size difference between him was exciting. Below, Richard was placed directly in front of where the Hulk stood, right next to the fat flaccid cock that laid itself straight down across the roof's pavement. Looking up, Richard can see the Hulk having been nearly as wide as he was tall. "You knew what I was thinking?" Richard asked in a quiet voice. Hulk looked down at the human, ears too far away to hear what he said. He was hit by the thought a moment later then nodded. "Hulk heard!" He roared with a grin. "This is incredible!" It was unexplainable how the Hulk knew what the little man was thinking but the only real explanation could be a new super power birthed from the radiation he had indulged in moments ago. The Hulk didn't worry himself about the means of his abilities, like the little human was. He cared more about how massive he was, how thick his arms were, how absolutely titanic and grotesquely powerful he was now. His shaft stirred already, the vague thoughts of power, his power, already so intoxicating. "God you've gotten so big Hulk..." Richard put a hand up to the wall of cock, a pulse shook the surface as the scientist felt it pass through his digits. Even his feet felt the vibration shake through the concrete roofing. "Hulk didn't get big. Hulk got HUGE!" He roared with a crab flex, his traps and neck bulging out, his cock slowly rising off the concrete as his libido returned in full force. "You're right! Hulk IS huge! Hulk should show off more." The giant green behemoth slowly turned, exposing his maze-like back, muscle rippling and shifting, changing the pattern from one moment to the next The sheer turn of the giant's body left quakes along the facility. The blood surged cock, still soft, slid across the roof and fell lazily against the side of the structure. Richard was treated to a back, twenty feet wide and rippling, hair dusting across the surface as it shimmered in the beating sunlight. The ass however was closer, a mesmerizing combination of solid fiber-like muscle and round fatness. Its size almost rivaled that of the back, mere feet away from touching the upper body completely. The crack was stuffed to the brim in hair, unsubtle in it's presentation. "Wow..." was all Richard could muster up. The Hulk guffawed, rolling his deeply striated shoulders, back rolling like waves. His arms rose as he growled, pumping out a titanic double bicep flex. The Hulk knew the human's eyes were glued to him, his planetary glutes, the sweep of his hair and the sheer mass of his body. "Hulk know what human want! Human want Hulk." His booming voice echoed across the empty canyon, announcing the desire Richard had for the green behemoth. There was no hiding it. He knew what the little man was thinking. Richard's pornographic thoughts were completely laid out for the Hulk to revel in. It was almost reverse psychology as Richard couldn't keep himself from hiding his hottest dreams. The forest colored giant slowly placed a hand around his massive shaft, lavishing his dark green tip slowly. This was what that tiny speck wanted. To witness all of his sexual glory and obscene might. He rumbles softly, shaking the air as he did so. “Little man like it when Hulk go slow, when Hulk make sure little man sees everything.” He cooed teasingly, slowly lifting his other arms up and behind his head, fighting his own mass to do so. Having Hulk reward the tiny human with a visage of manly captivation almost seemed generous to Richard. Although having the godly mountain of man do anything but pleasure himself would be illogical. The experiment had already made sure that Hulk's sex drive was at its apex and seeing little Richard's visions of his green master ascending higher and flaunting carelessly only turned him on even further. Hulk smirked, loving the attention, the thoughts directed at him knowing exactly how much space he took up in the tiny human's even tinier brain. He growled and pumped his arms and stared down at his massive, planet sized biceps. His cock throbbed and tensed. The Hulk reached out and gripped his shaft, working his shaft with both hands, moaning loudly. "Ohhhh yessss big Hulk, feels good... So good!" If the outside didn't already leave the two hot from the sun, Hulk's cock-pumping workout would have surely reproduced the same heat. The sweat piled on, pouring from every hairy orifice on the giant's body. With his cock already craning back up past his head, the slick burly hands started up his growth again, his pleasure fueling his size. The ruins of the building around his figure were but an afterthought to him, crumbling feebly as his growing body collided against them. Richard, still on the partially destroyed roof, watched in awe. "Yes, that's it! Keep growing Hulk!" The behemoth grunted and grit his teeth as the full body pressure of growth began once more, he screwed his eyes shut, working his monster shaft eagerly, His colossal pecs heaved and bounced as his hands worked his titanic shaft, he howled and panted, working his growing shaft harder and harder, faster and faster now. "Work that cock big boy! Show me just how big you want to be!" Richard egged the monster on. His mind raced and conjured subliminal images of Hulk twice as big, three times as big, catering to the hunk's bottomless cravings. 45 feet came and went with a cock past even that. Hulk's height carried his hairy balls up in full view for Richard to see though at this point, the poor human couldn't even see past the length of his god. Being so close, the smells had already made the human light-headed, sweat raining down on him, making the stench he loved so dearly permanently stuck to his being. "Guuwaaaarrrr!!! Hurrf hurrf!" He snarled and roared as his shoulder grew further apart, making space for his neck muscles to balloon out, almost swallowing his head completely. He licked along the tip of his thick cock, his flesh quivering and bulging faster now. "Hulk feel... like he gonna!!!" He cried out, the pressure growing faster now, the feeling of growing, strengthening, muscle piling on top of muscle mixed with the absolutely pleasure he way forcing into his cock was mind numbing. The man's eyes widened. His feet could feel tremors passing through the soles of his shoes, signalling the Hulk's next explosive surge in size. Having reached the fifty foot mark, the expansion would surely push against the rest of the facility, along with the smaller scientist. Still wanting to live to witness his partner's ascension, Richard bolted across the rooftop to find a ladder down before it was too late. Turning away, he could only hear moans, grunts and rumbles, the Hulk's shadow casting far from his position. Unrelentingly, Hulk couldn't keep himself from slobbering against his fleshly pillar, desperate to get his fill of sex in before he'd ultimately have to start over again. "Ah... ahhh! AHHHHRRGGG!!!!" Instead of feeling the sweet release of orgasm, The Hulk's growth once against flew out of control. Muscle exploding in size, limbs lengthening to make space for the new tons of flesh. "Awooorrgg!" He flexed, tensing his bulging pecs, admiring the slabs of flesh as they stayed swollen, only increasing in size as he tightened his 10 pack, releasing them. His biceps stretched out, almost tearing his skin. Hands and feet exponentially increased in size, hair covering everything of newly formed skin. Finally reaching the earthy ground, the shadow Richard saw before could be seen widening and stretching further away. He ran out into the open, away from the destroyed facility and turned as he did to catch a glimpse of the heaving heavenly hunk soaring higher. Testicles now matching the Hulk's own width demolished the building with its own size, concrete breaking away meter by meter, hardly an obstacle to the massive cum tanks. Richard stopped and turned, seeing the cock head bubbling and frothing as it was ready to make its first shot.

" You know kid, I will fucking squeeze the shit outta this big body of yours, I will snap your back in half and I will smash your inner organs" Ryan said squeezing the young big bodybuilder. A noise of bones breaking was humming in the air like something that slowly but inexorably was blowing to pieces. Cody could not move, his arms were powerless, his head bowing back for the pain and the back was arching for the strong and tight squeeze of my friend Ryan. I was again stupefied to such power, my friend was unstoppable, violent and deadly. I repeat that I have never seen this dark side of my friend but I must be honest, I like it more than when he overvalues his built body and he shows off his muscle as they must be shown. Ryan was grunting, while squeezing and I could hear proud and fury in his voice while Cody screaming like a crazy person and his tone of voice pitched up like it was a sound effect. I set down on the couch to watch the show, I was enjoying. I will burn in hell for not stopping my friend and let the kid be destroyed or maybe killed. Cody wanted the fight, he desired that fight, he got what he wanted. I suddenly changed my mind, I stoop up, I went close to the massacre, I put myself beside the titans so that I could admire show even better. Ryan looked at me, smirking. "I will kill him in few minutes but I want to snap him in half before stopping" Ryan said. "I guess you will do my friend" I replied. Cody started crying, tears ran off his face, he invoked his mother's name as if he was in the kindergarten, he begged for mercy, Ryan did not pay attention on purpose but I did. "You can call whoever you want, all the gods you know, no one is going to help you. You wanted this match, you knew the different outcomes. Well this is one of the many. You are very lucky that I decided not to intervene of your body will be ending up like a Rubik Cube, with all the colours messed up. Now shut the fuck up and suffer in silence" I said. Ryan released the hold, opened his arms and Cody fell off onto the floor. My friend stepped back but he did want to continue his torture, he approached Cody like a giant while laying on the floor semi conscious, he bent over his prey. Violently lifting Cody up like he had no weight, Ryan spread his leg and wrapped his massive quads around Kevin's waist. Held two feet off the floor, like he was suspended by wires Cody was held and crushing in The Crushing muscled pythonic legs. The crushing pressure was horrible making Cody gasp for air squirming without a plan on escape. That was just the preparation. The actual squeeze suddenly began as Ryan started squeezing Cody's waist. “This is my favourite hold," Ryan said, as if he thought it might be something of interest to Cody. "I call it the human wringer.” my friend said. Cody's feet were moving in the air convulsing in spasms of pain. He screamed with all the air he had left . The internal damage from the crush was mounting as Ryan increased the pressure. Kevin's waist was reduced and compressed to a narrow space, his ribs cracking and the internal organ bursting. He started crying and begging, “Please... stop it you're ...killing me! I beg you!” His cried and begging hissed and spurted around floods of gore. “You embarrass yourself by begging. You are already dead,” said Ryan. "I will finish the job now." Ryan took Cody's right hand and pulled it across his chest to go the left side of the neck, creating a slow but deadly moment that Cody's body started twisting. Cody body was twisting wringing through the horrible internal damage he had already endured from Ryan's crushing legs. His muscles were ripping apart, his organs were torn and destroyed and his hips were locked in place and his torso twisted in a way no man could survive. The last thing that Cody saw, once the twist 180 degrees of movement, was Ryan's face and head framed by the lights on the ceiling. With a pulse of his legs and one more inch of turn, Cody's spine snapped in several places. Cody's body was completely twisted from the waist up. Somehow he was still alive, crying and in pain. Ryan grabbed his head and snapped his neck with a violent wrench to the right! Then again to left! A loud crack echoed through the house.

From a roleplay I'm doing with a friend. There's been a lot more written so keep an eye out for part 2 later on. The series includes, muscle growth, hyper and macro. It was mid afternoon deep in the Arizona desert. Doctor Banner had been out in this isolated lab now for the better part of two years, working out how to make monsters out of men. Improving the military's selection of men and surpassing the limits of human biology. anything to get a leg up on the looming danger of foreign agents. Rumor was they too were working on something similar. He was currently standing in front of a large computer console, adjust a vast multitude of dials and switches, adjusting his math on the fly to accommodate the varying inputs the system was being fed. "Alright... I've regulated the output and the correction algorithm is steady. I hope your math was as good as you say." the beanpole doctor said, his voice a little nervous. He trusted their work, but facing down the emitter itself was a little nerve racking. "Have faith Bruce. You've seen the numbers so there's no reason for doubt. After we succeed in the tests, you and I can finally get out of this place. I'm not taking any more delays just because the military can't decide on who should be their test subject." Although Richard was completely committed to seeing his work finalized, he too couldn't help but feel anxious going through with the final trial. After all, it was Banner's idea to take the test but the experiment was almost too good to be true. Banner might really be the next superhero in the world, but even then, what would that spell out for the rest of the military. "I know, I know. I'm human. Doubt always lingers, even when facts show there is nothing to fear. We see monsters in the shadows at night." Bruce sighed, adjusting his glasses gently on his face. The concept of super human powers was extremely glorious. His brain and the brawn they were artificially creating would be a tremendous force for good, as long as he kept his morals. That's why Richard was around. "Everything is set over here, how're things with the emitter module?" "As good as one can expect. Just step onto the platform and we can get started. I'll give you a minor dose and from there we can witness the results." "Right, base of our simulation resulted... At this dose my shoes should be tighter, but nothing else." he said taking off his glasses and setting them down somewhere safe. He left his lab coat on his chair as he walked over to the patch job platform they made. "Ready!" From the console, Richard turned the dial clockwise to setting 1. An audible hum buzzed above Bruce as the dish-like machine was being fed the appropriate power. After typing away on his keyboard, Richard set his hand onto a large switch mounted to the console. Looking up, both men saw eye to eye in anticipation. "Here we go..." "Alright. Lets play god!" Bruce shouted, giving a final thumbs up as the machines whirred and buzzed around him. Even though the voltage was low, the machine was rather dramatic. The switch was flipped. Visible green distortions in the air could be seen whirling around Banner in an instant. Although the machine was clearly working, the ray of radiation had no bearing on Bruce. Despite being affected, the only thing he could truly feel was a light headed sensation. Bruce winced gently, looking at the green flickers and glittering around his body. He looked at Richard's blur and shrugged. "Doing good." He shrugged gently. A good minute had passed and eventually the switch was flipped again. Richard could see Bruce completely untouched by the event. Although expecting noticeable alterations in Banner's physical appearance, super powers can sometimes be hidden away and thus further examination was necessary. "Well... for all the sound and spark the machine gave off, I feel relatively the same. could you hand me my glasses?" Bruce said, carefully stepping down from the platform. He wandered over to Richard's blur, wondering if he looked any different. "Well Bruce, you don't look any different, but we never really expected that much to change on a physical level." Richard reached out to hand Banner his glasses. "How do you feel?" "To be frank. Light headed and annoyed. I'm concerned we may have to go back to formula." He frowned as he slipped on his glasses. He shifted gently, his clothing felt a little off to him, but perhaps it was the treatment. "We may want to do this nude next time. My shift feels starchy." "Don't be so hasty. You might have gained something after that kind of exposure. We can't risk another dose until we know what's changed. Are you sure there isn't anything about you worth noting?" "Hmmm nothing of notice right now but I see what you're saying, give the treatment time to work." The doctor nodded as he slipped the lab coat back on as well. Bruce picked up a clip board going over the questions, post test. He shuffled a little, feeling a little warmer, but nothing concerning. It was later that day lunch had just past and the sweltering heat of the desert was rising steadily. Bruce was sitting at his desk in the lab, slowly pouring over their calculations, theorems and various documents and tests. By this point in time, he felt that something should have happened, there should have been a change, yet nothing at all. He kept his calm however, this was the first trial on an organic creature they tried. it wasn't a set back. Soon there'd be a swath of overly grown men, charging across battle fields. He grinned at the idea. heck if the test had worked, he would have been one. He felt his cheeks grow warmer as he pictured himself at superhuman sizes. Bruce coughed gently as he got up to answer. He twisted the knob and pulled it open, harder then he expected. "Yes?" He asked. "Sorry to bother, it's just been several hours since the experiment and I wanted to know if you've come to any conclusions yet on the test." "Nothing yet, I apologize." Bruce said to Richard, inviting him into his lab. Bruce found himself adjusting the AC in the lab, lowering the temperature further as he felt even warmer. "Warm today, isn't it?" He began to prepare the coffee machine. "Did you find any breakthroughs?" He said as he shifted his stance a little. Richard gave Bruce a puzzling look. "Nothing to work from I'm afraid. I will say, you have this room freezing cold right now. Are you sure you're okay?" "You find it freezing? I'm feeling really warm" Bruce huffed and sat down at the lab desk once more, stretching himself. "I kind of wish it had work though..." Richard leaned on the desk next to him. "It's hard to say. Maybe genetics are a factor. After all, you're the only one we've tested. I suppose we can try another dose later." Richard looked at Bruce and noticed sweat marks around his work shirt. "If you had these powers, what do you see yourself doing?" "Hard to say, but it would make assembling labs a lot easier." Bruce chuckled, slowly starting to day dream about hoisting large lab machines over head, being built like a tank and just... so big, so colossally huge. He didn't even notice his hand lowering down to his crotch, caressing his cock gently through his pants. "I can't imagine it being wide spread through military interactions. So many men getting that treatment. One can only imagine what life would be like living with such power on a daily basis..." Bruce nodded and chuckled in agreement. "Men the size of giants, walking around, training, maybe it would spread into the general populace," he smirked as he felt his manhood harden in full."God i wish it worked on me." He moaned softly, squeezing the fat head of his manhood. "I don't think it would-" Richard paused after he heard the rustling of Bruce's pants. "Banner what are you doing?!" Bruce was a little lost to his growing lust, slowly working his shaft out of his pants. "Sorry Rick, i just... really need to take care of this." He muttered, almost admiring his decently sized manhood. "Something had happened to you hasn't it! I mean I know it's been a while, secluded and isolated but where's your decency!" Regardless of his outcry, even Richard was impressed how fat Bruce's uncut malehood was. "I'm nowhere near the projected results. I think its just cabin fever..." he grunted, slowly letting Richard admire his manhood. From the few choice veins running along the shaft to his thick, fat glands and the green tint slowly spreading over it. "W-What's happening!?" Richard was in awe as the pinkish skin tone of Bruce's junk was slowly changing to a dark green hue, but it wasn't just Banner's cock that changed, even his skin was gradually shifting to green as he pumped his dick over and over. Bruce huffed and panted working his shaft faster now, the green spreading. His cock was slowly stretching, pulsating, enlarging between his fingers. "Uhhhfff Richard... I think... something's happening." The scientist backed away slowly from Bruce, witnessing the changes overtaking in his body. The masturbatory arm locked into a flex was noticeably bulging inside Bruce's tightening work shirt. His neck filled the collar, veins creeping out as his expression grew more intense. For every push and pull of his growing hand going up and down the enlarging cock, Banner's form only widened, clothes filling with his mass. Banner could feel the changes overtaking him, at this point he welcomed it, flexing and relaxing his masturbating bicep, watching the muscle swell and relax, then swell even larger. He could feel his shoes growing tight around his feet, his shirt struggle to stay clasped. he couldn't help but begin to laugh. His tongue hung out as his belt gave way to his widening hips. Bruce's bellow sounded almost deeper than his regular voice. Richard was still in awe, absolutely paralyzed and yet, overjoyed in some way. "My god Bruce, it actually worked!" Bruce was too far gone to hear what Richard was saying. All he knew was that he felt good, wanted to feel even better. He dropped his cock for a moment, brought both his arms up slowly, and pumped his biceps into twin peaks. Thinking was hard now, his mind addled by the sheer rush of power from his entire body. "Big now. Getting bigger!" Each ball of muscle tore seams across his long sleeve shirt. His hard cock stretched to a foot in length right in front of the flexing behemoth, twitching in wait for his touch. The brute that was Bruce had gained a foot to his frame and even the chair creaking and groaning suggested he had put on a tremendous amount of weight. All of this started just from Banner being hot and bothered and even as he sat there, hands off his meaty cock, his growth slowed to a crawl. Maybe masturbating really did set off a chain reaction. "Bruce, I can't believe I'm saying this but, I need you to... to keep touching yourself." The massive brute huffed and eagerly continued to work his shaft. He didn't need a puny human telling him what to do, but it seemed he enjoyed the show. The green monster couldn't help but flex while he continued to pump his monster cock. "Puny human, like what you see?" Of course Richard liked what he was seeing but did Bruce really not know who he was? "Banner, it's me, Richard. You know who I am right?" Richard said all the while the green behemoth continued fondling his girthy length, his body growing continuously as more rips and seams formed across his clothes. The growing hulk grunted as he opted to stand, his feet bursting through his shoes as he suddenly increased in height, grunting as his muscles expanded in a rapid burst, his shirt tearing and bursting as his muscles expanded further. "Hu-Hulk can't stop! Hulk want morreeeee." Richard fell backwards, staring up at the growing green giant. He stood at eight feet, clad in nothing but loose torn shorts made from his pants, already on the verge of breaking as they held his filling balls. Veins traveled across his hairy physique, sweat dropping like rain as droplets zig-zagged around the curves and crevices of his muscular body. Hulk radiated with such an immense heat, still pumping his loins as he inched closer to the ceiling. "H-Hulk?" Richard could only question the new name of his partner. The green giant roared and flexed, all but tearing the last vestigial remains of his shorts off. His balls dropped with a pleasant bounce, bringing a blush to the huffing brute's face. "What?!" He barked as the man called out his name, he stepped toward him, his muscles moved in tremendous harmony, like semi trucks maneuvering around a parking lot. Hulk grit his teeth and growled. "What human want from Hulk?" Richard had to constantly crane his head back to keep the approaching Hulk in view. He stood uncomfortably close with his foot and a half prick poking against the scientist's chest, smearing pre into his work shirt. Richard continued to gawk up at Hulk, his heat and odor getting to his sensitive senses. Without saying anything, Richard put both of his hands onto the Hulk's shaft, slowly moving his palms back and forth, the deep green foreskin stretching and pulling back. The Hulk snarled growing impatient moments before the human's hands were upon him, slowly working his shaft. The big green man placed a hand on the wall to steady himself. He licked his lips and moaned gently as his shaft was working. "H-hulk feel good. More! Hulk want more!" Sweat formed on Richard's face as both the heat emanating from the Hulk's body combined with the lingering expectations expressed by his oversized partner. Never before would he have imagined himself in this situation, his lab assistant several times bigger, enraptured by sexual acts conducted from both curiosity and fear. Nevertheless, Richard picked up his pace, pressured by the brute's anticipation. The Hulk groaned and placed his free hand on Richard's head, stroking him gently as the man pleased him. The green giant felt a rise in pressure through out his body, drawing several long growls from him as his muscle inflated further, straining his emerald skin as his grip grew stronger on the human's head. Each stroke served to separate the smaller scientist's hands apart from each other as the shaft pushed up and out. He was growing. The stimulus from each masturbatory act only fueled the beast's power. Ever so slightly did the Hulk's shoulders bulge horizontally, chest furl forward, legs thicken in every direction, feet and hands scaling to larger sizes. His head remained almost untouched with the exception of his jawline growing bulkier, his brow shelving and cheek bones more pronounced. His overall appearance was made manlier. The growing brute felt his power increase, his body take up more room, his figure growing more and more imposing. his shoulders grew further apart, granting more space for his muscles to expand into. His musculature bulged under his skin, as deeply striated and detailed as the support cables for a bridge. He smirked down at the human, as he grew smaller and smaller. He felt his balls slowly drop down, swelling as his seed filled them, almost to bursting. Witnessing the scene of his colleague, brutish and virile, growing right before his eyes had ignited even the doctor to sink deeper into his love-making. Eagerly, Richard pressed his lips against the smelly underbelly of the green cock while his hands pushed towards the back side of the stiff tool, lathering the meat with his tongue. The smells, the taste, the increase in flesh and splendor, all of it left the two intoxicated. The growing brute cried out with each wave of growth that radiated out from his massive shaft. the smaller hands, the warm tongue and the sheer physical pleasure of this transformation was growing to be too much for the Hulk. "Hulk gonna... Need to cum!" Suddenly, Richard noticed the Hulk's involuntarily growth had ceased, replaced instead by a shaking sensation that tackled every foot of the green brute. He stepped away slowly, as if anticipating a bomb ready to go off at any moment. Hulk roared and grabbed his massive cock, working it furious as his felt his balls tighten, muscles deep inside him sprung to action as his hips involuntarily thrusting his shaft into the wall, pounding through the concrete until at last, release was granted, his thick seed shot out in pulses as he let out a guttural roar, flexing with all his might. His growth suddenly returned, his head slamming into the ceiling as his body expanded faster now. cords of muscle growing discordantly. He stared at the hand gripping his manhood, watching as his fingers ballooned one by one, his palm widened to match, knuckles popping and rising like mountains. He hissed and snarled as his other hand, curled into a fist grew to match. Hulk... feel HUGE!" he bellowed. Slowly, the orgasm subsided, the giant green man panted and rubbed his head, and slowly looked himself over, admiring his new mass and size. "Human... make Hulk feel grow again." he growled. Richard stood behind him, jaw dropped as he stared on at the miraculous presentation of the Hulk's fuzzy backside. So many muscles were shifting hypnotically from the simplest of movements. Richard's eyes widened in excitement when he looked below to see such an enormous ass, strong yet plump with curly hairs sprinkled between each cheek. Even below that, the Hulk's mighty testicles hung low between his legs, bigger than ever, reaching just below the knees and hairy, like the rest of his frame. The Hulk slowly turned to Richard, his brow furrowed in annoyance, his eyes deep in his skull now, as his brow had expanded tremendously. As he turned, the other scientist would get a clear view of the perfectly sculpted delts, his triceps and striated lats. His bicep slowly swung into view, as large as a car tire. His pecs followed, each globular mass jutted out from his chest like the peaks of a mountain. Across his body grew the gently curled, black hair. His lantern jaw was dusted with a healthy 5 o'clock shadow. Despite the perfect spectacle of throbbing muscles, sweat and hair, the Hulk's presentable turn brought forth an even bigger cock into view, growing flaccid now but thicker and bigger than before. The width could match even his hulking legs that draped in front of his titanic sack. Just how big could Hulk get? Richard could barely even process such a size. "Human no hear Hulk?" He grumbled stomping forward towards the man, cock swinging from side to side leisurely as he walked forward. "Human!" Shaking in fear, all Richard could mutter was "Y-Yes?" The Hulk started to fill his sight as he approached, a twelve foot muscle bound giant approaching, hunched over with abs of steel flexing and his traps carving indents into the concrete ceiling. The Hulk struggled to move at times, dragging his rising traps through the concrete roof, shaking the dust off his shoulder. "What happened?! How Hulk... grow?" he asked, sounding genuinely curious. "W-well Hulk, you're....hammer right there", Richard raised a finger pointing to the enormous girth between Hulk's legs. "That make's Hulk grow..." "Hammer? Hulk no have hammer. Have fists!" he growled, holding one out for Richard. "See! Better than hammer, stronger." He unfurled his fingers gently, his forearms rippling as the muscle pulled his ligaments in a synchronized dance. "Hulk remember though. Making Hulk feel good made Hulk grow. But Hulk remember... light, green, made Hulk! Get light, Hulk wanna see if it make Hulk Hulkier." "A light?", Richard asked questioningly. Perhaps he meant the machine. Green radiation could be the green light. If one dosage made him this big, what kind of an effect would another do to him? Regardless, Richard was almost giddy picturing the Hulk at a giant's size. After all, it was a discovery, a scientific discovery. He was ready to discover just how big man could be. "Hulk follow me" he said to him and walked out into the next room where the experiment took place. Part 2

第二十五章：抽樣 到了下午五點，正陽醒了過來，他全裸的走出休息室到滿是精液的活動中心，大家都已經先回家了，正陽走回休息室把東西都收好也準備回家時，他看到手機有一封簡訊，打開訊息裡面寫著：「正陽先生，今天下午五點時，請您到seminal Inc.公司一趟，會有專車到您學校門口等候。」正陽從休息室裡找到好幾條大毛巾把下半身的巨屌和睪丸遮掩起來，但是還是可以看到明顯厚重的形狀，他走出校門看到一輛大黑色轎車停在旁邊，一位肌肉發達的司機走下車說：「你是正陽先生吧，請您上車吧。」正陽上車後，車子便開往seminal Inc.公司。過了一會，車子開到了seminal Inc.公司，正陽下車走進大門，看到肌肉社長已經在等候，社長說：「正陽先生你好，看來你已經使用了完成品的formula x，身體比之前見面時變大了不少，連巨根都有這麼明顯的成長。是這樣的，因為你已經是我們公司的試藥員，所以之後會需要你到公司試驗藥物，也需要抽取樣本。那麼話不多說就馬上來抽取樣本吧。」正陽說：「抽取樣本？要怎麼抽取？什麼樣本？」社長說：「當然是抽取精液啊。你會在我們的抽取室裡抽取精液。」話說完，肌肉社長就帶著正陽往二樓的抽取室走去，路上經過一間大玻璃牆的抽取室，裡面有一個比正陽大上一倍的肌肉男，巨根上套著吸取器不停吸出大量的精液，他的雙手捏著乳頭、用假巨屌不停上下抽插自己的後庭，正陽看到這畫面直接勃起，巨龍把毛巾掀起露出龍頭，淫水就像開水龍頭一樣流到地板上，社長看到正陽那模樣說：「這位也是我們的測試員，他目前高三，三個禮拜前開始使用formula x測試品，他每天都吃三顆以上，也是今天才吃formula x完成品，身體能增長成這程度也是很有資質的。」兩人走到另一間測試室門口，正陽將被淫液弄濕的毛巾脫下，社長說：「你進去後，裡面會有一整盤的性藥，是用來催生精液和提高性慾用的，但是要記住，那個性藥是公司特別研發的10倍性藥，一顆就濃縮了10顆普通性藥在裡面，只能吃一到兩顆，要是吃多了，可能會造成一些副作用。」正陽走進測試室後，他從裝滿紅色性藥的藥盒裡拿出一顆並直接吃下，突然間，正陽瞬間勃起噴出淫水、乳頭變硬流出乳汁、全身發熱一直流汗、肛門一緊一鬆渴望被插，可以明顯看到睪丸變大，正陽感受到睪丸裡面突然暴增了幾公升的精液，正陽用手捏了一下乳頭，正陽瞬間大爆射，噴出大量的精液，就連乳頭也跟著噴出精液，測試室的地板沒多久就被精液淹到腳踝，過了10分鐘，正陽疲累的躺在精液裡，他的睪丸也因為精液全部噴出而變回原來大小，這時地板打開好幾個排水口把測試室的精液全部都放光，肌肉社長打開麥克風說：「正陽先生，你如果覺得已經抽樣夠了，抽樣就到這裡別再繼續了，可以出來準備做其他的檢測。」正陽直接爬起來說：「我要…在繼續…我還能射…」肌肉社長看到正陽這麼堅持，打開了測試室裡的一個開關，測試室的牆壁翻轉出一堆假巨根，天花板降下跟剛才另一個測試室一樣的吸精器，社長說：「接下來就交給你了，我先去處理其他事情等等回來。」說完，社長就先離開了，正陽走到性藥盒旁邊，當正陽要準備在拿一顆性藥時，他想到剛才那極度爽快和淫亂的快感，光是想到那畫面和感受就直接大勃起，還一直流出淫水，他的身體渴望那種感覺和快感，完全按耐不住，正陽直接拿起10顆性藥吞下肚，他的身體的敏感度瞬間提升到只要碰到一下就會直接射精，乳頭變大變硬，就像是一個成年人拳頭一樣大，睪丸變大到直接碰到地板而且還在變大，正陽感覺就像是被強灌了幾加侖的精液在睪丸裡，他的巨根硬挺頂到胸肌、血管和青筋暴露、淫水氾濫、看起來只要一碰到就會直接噴發，正陽拖著不斷變大的睪丸，強忍著全身的性慾把吸精管套到硬挺的巨根上，並從一旁的假屌中拿起兩個最粗最大的一起插進自己渴望被操的後庭，正陽瞬間大噴射，精液被大量的從陰莖中吸進吸精管裡，這個噴射足足花了10分鐘，但是睪丸完全沒有變小的跡象，反而精液越來越多，正陽的性慾也越來越強，他開始用那兩個巨屌激烈的抽插後庭，每插一次，正陽就一直噴出精液，但是很明顯在睪丸裡只是少量的精液射出而已，正陽的腦袋已經完全被性慾佔去，完完全全是為了性存在的淫獸，接著他用身體磨蹭變大的睪丸，雙手大力捏了一下巨大的乳頭，乳頭瞬間噴射出不輸巨根份量的精液，就這樣持續了一個多小時… 第二十六章：淫欲 肌肉社長忙完事情回到正陽的測試室，他進門看到的是吸取機已經吸取了幾十公升的精液，他急忙的看向測試室，看到非常巨大且一直變大的睪丸和乳頭和巨根一直噴出大量精液的正陽躺在精液海中，肌肉社長見狀先打開排水口排掉全部的精液，從旁邊的盒子裡拿出一根針筒衝進測試室，直接把給正陽注射了某種液體，正陽的陰莖和乳頭瞬間噴出了比剛才更大量的精液，吸精管被突然增量的精液給用爆，沒被管子套住的巨龍直接噴射到天花板，測試室瞬間又變成了精液海，正陽的情緒慢慢的緩和下來，他的睪丸也明顯越來越小，過了10分鐘，正陽的睪丸變回原來大小，他無力的躺在精液海中睡著了，過了30分鐘，正陽醒來了，他被綁在一張床上，肌肉社長在一旁好像在用電腦檢查什麼，正陽說：「肌肉社長。這是怎麼回事？」肌肉社長說：「目前在檢測你的身體，因為你吃了過量的性藥，所以可能會對你的身體有影響…再等一下檢測就會有結果了。」沒多久，檢測結果出來了，肌肉社長坐到床邊說：「正陽先生，你在測試室中吃了大量的10倍性藥，所以你的身體裡殘留了大量的性藥藥效，在測試室時我給你注射了排精針，讓你大量的排出精液，但是你身體裡的性藥藥效沒有排出，現在你身體裡的性藥藥效已經到了臨界值，只要在吃下一顆性藥，你的睪丸之後可能只要忍著性慾不發洩，就會讓精液的產量暴增，只要你在接下來的一天內都不要吃任何性藥，你身體的性藥藥效就會慢慢消失，所以今天請你先回去吧，我們之後再跟你聯繫。」正陽的身體因為吃了性藥，他的乳頭已經變成一個拳頭大，連胸肌也變得厚實許多，全身肌肉也因為性藥的催化而稍微變大了一點，肌肉社長幫正陽準備了符合他體型的衣服，正陽穿上後準備離開公司，這時他經過了剛才他用的測試室，看到桌子上有一盒藥丸上面寫著「實驗品性藥」，正陽偷偷的把盒子藏到衣服裡馬上搭上離開公司的車離開了，晚上7點正陽到家了，他的體型已經比家門大上快一倍，進門時肌肉直接把入口撞壞，走進家裡後聽到弟弟們在房間裡激戰，正陽心想：「等一下我就來疼愛你們…」突然正陽看到客廳有一箱包裹，正陽打開後裡面是一罐完成品的formula x和一張溫泉旅館招待券還有一張上面寫著「謝謝您今天的抽樣，這是以你的精液中的樣本製作出來的藥。」正陽心想：「是時候讓弟弟們也永遠變成肌肉男了。」正陽把衣服全部脫光後打開偷拿出來的藥盒，裡面有一顆藥丸和一張紙寫著「研究實驗品性藥X，50倍」正陽看到這性藥的強度就想起在測試室的情況，讓他不經勃起流出飲水，正陽拿出一顆性藥吃下肚，另一方面，在房間內的正月、宇晴和盛良已經一起做愛三個小時了，這時盛良被一樓巨大的聲響吵醒了… 第二十七章：兄弟淫亂 盛良拖著疲累的身體走下樓查看聲響是什麼，他聞到一股很濃的精液和汗味，躲在樓梯上偷看，他看到一個肌肉巨人在客廳，周圍家具都被弄倒全是精液，巨人身體透紅、就像是剛洗完澡一樣全身都是汗、超級硬挺的巨根和巨大的乳頭不斷噴出精液，盛良還看到他最不敢相信的事情，在巨人的胯下有從來沒有看過如巨大的睪丸，已經跟一個國中生一樣巨大，而且還在慢慢變大，盛良看到這畫面，原本已經被發洩完的性慾又突然高漲，他慢慢的走到巨人的身後，摸了一下巨人的肌肉，突然間巨人大吼一聲，原本噴出的精液量突然大增，巨人轉過身抓住盛良，硬挺的巨根直接到他面前，噴出的精液全噴到他身上，這時盛良發現那個巨人是正陽，盛良興奮的說：「正陽哥！？你怎麼了？你又變得更大了呢。」由於盛良他們身體裡的試驗品藥效都已經退了，身體都只剩下一些小肌肉，正陽堅硬的巨根比盛良的手臂還要粗大，盛良心想：「這巨根插進來會壞掉的！」正陽將盛良抓起來，直接將巨根插進盛良的後庭，盛良痛到直接大叫出來，隨著精液噴進他的身體，強烈的爽感馬上占據疼痛感，明明才剛射完精液，怎麼感覺…」盛良的身體吸收了正陽的精液，他的身體肌肉瞬間暴漲，巨大的胸肌、結實的腹肌和背肌、粗壯的手和腳都回來了，這時的盛良已經不想管了，他完全只想跟正陽一起做愛直到完全累倒為止，當正陽把盛良當成自慰套不斷在巨根上上下插動時，盛良用雙手大力捏正陽巨大且在射精的乳頭，正陽噴出的精液瞬間變成強力水柱，盛良的身體一直吸收正陽的精液不斷變大變強壯，就連性慾也是越來越強，這時正陽直接把盛良的硬屌塞進嘴巴吸吮，盛良大爆射，正陽再次喝了盛良精液中的性藥成分，已經完全淪為發情的淫獸，而盛良已經變成淫獸發洩性慾的玩物，隨著進入盛良體內的精液越來越多，盛良的體型和巨根就越來越大，盛良的意識已經完全被性慾佔去，兩人已經變成了淫亂巨獸，兩人就這樣持續了幾個小時，到了晚上12點，正月和宇晴一起睡在精液裡，這時整間房子的開始晃動，正月兩人被晃醒了，宇晴說：「這是地震嗎！？我們先出去外面吧！」正月說：「等一下。震動好像是從樓下傳來的，而且好像還有很像淫叫的聲音。我們下樓看一下。」兩人慢慢的走到一樓，這時他們聞到一股非常非常濃的精液、汗味，他們看向客廳發現像發情肌肉野獸的正陽把盛良壓在地上不斷的抽插他的後庭，而盛良一直發出淫蕩的叫聲，更讓正月他們驚訝的是，正陽和盛良的體型就像是巨人一樣，且兩人的巨屌都比之前還要巨大，就連乳頭也一直不斷噴精液，正月和盛良看到這畫面已經完全忍不住了，兩人瞬間勃起，原本平息的性慾又被燃起，陰莖不斷流出淫水，兩人直接衝向前一起插進正陽的後庭，兩人很快就射了，但是正陽和盛良完全處在兩人的快樂時光，根本沒注意到正月和宇晴，由於正月和宇晴身體的藥效幾乎都沒了，所以性慾和體力也減退的很快，只射了一發就耗掉大量的體力，這時正月看到一旁的的罐子上寫著formula x完成品，直接打開罐子拿出兩顆就吃下肚，正月的身體開始流汗、肌肉就像是被消氣的氣球直接灌滿氣變大，陰莖也增長增大到比之前還要大、當身體穩定下來後，正月體型已經跟正陽一樣大了，正月直接抓起宇晴，上演跟正陽和盛良一樣的情況，沒多久宇晴身體也越來越大，這四兄弟就這樣持續了幾個小時… 正陽：230/160公斤 屌50/11 勃起85/14 正月：220/140公斤 屌45/10 勃起80/13 宇晴：180/120公斤 屌65/15 勃起100/20 盛良：190/135公斤 屌45/10 勃起80/13

This was part of a collaborative roleplay I had with Arribous that we never finished. I found the whole thing to be hot and well written and I've always enjoyed Arribous' writing style. Hope everyone likes it. The scenario features a would-be villain attempting to sap away Mr. Incredible's super strength only to find that things go awry. Contains hyper, macro and some sexual scenes. "SO! Mr Incredible, we meet at last!" Bob heard the voice emerging from the darkness of the large, echoing room. His arms and legs were stiff, stuck in place as he felt suspended in air. Dramatically, fluorescent lights flickered on as the interior was lit, showing the warehouse in its entirety with shelves stacked against walls and a man standing before him. The figure wore a black jumpsuit with leather straps wrapped around his body. Bob turned to see what was restraining him as he noticed the two generator-like machines to his sides, buzzing loudly as they work to keep him trapped. Both wrists and ankles had been latched to metal plates with a noticeable blue energy surrounding them. He was left with both arms raised over his head, as if he had been shackled in some kind of dungeon. "What a pleasant surprise it is seeing you here. I didn't think you'd be so foolish to just waltz right through the door but now here you are, hands tied by my magnetized machine. I applaud your efforts." He didn't remember how he'd ended up like this, it was supposed to be an easy job that he could handle on his own. All he remembered was arriving at the warehouse...and then he ended up here. He knew his head was killing him, the middle-aged hero groaning and pinching his eyes closed as the ringing in his ears started to fade. "Ugh..." he groaned, shaking his head. He tugged at his restraints, testing them, finding that since they weren't physical objects he could overpower, he was stuck here. He sighed, hanging his head, an annoyed expression on his face as he looked at this...interesting individual. "Who're you?..." he grunted, not familiar with this person "Why I am Dr. Grow of course and you my friend are the very enticing Mr. Incredible. I've kept my eye on you for some time now." The masked villain said as he gave a slight pinch to his mustache. "Your superior strength is a fetching trait I hold much respect for. I'm almost jealous of it. I AM jealous of it." He turned away, giddy at the reveal of his master plan. "Brains aren't enough for me anymore. What I want is what you have." Bob sighed, furrowing his brow. He didn't have time for this, this was some two-bit hack that the police force shouldn't have any issue with. "You don't think a gym membership would have been easier than capturing me?" he said with a smirk, not particularly concerned. He didn't think this guy had much up his sleeve that could hurt him. "Oh believe me Mr. Incredible. What I have will make gyms obsolete! BEHOLD!" With a dramatic turn, Dr. Grow revealed his weapon. "This my burly friend will be the end of your super days: The Drain Gain!" The small ray gun was sleek and appeared comically canon to weapons of science fiction. "This little tool will suck the brawn right out of your body, harvesting your heroic muscle so 'I' can live in your shoes." The slightly-pudgy superhero was more curious than he was afraid, there was no way that this guy could drain his super-strength, right? Even if he got smaller, he'd still be able to draw upon his massive strength reserves whenever he needed to. He let the wannabe super villain boast about his device, remaining silent and waiting for an opening, his eyes darting around the room behind his mask as he looked for anything that could help him escape. "But why explain it when I can just show you." Giggling maniacally, Dr. Grow had switched the device to the first setting, aiming the Drain Gain at Bob with glee. "Any last words before I make you obsolete?" Bob grimaced, gritting his teeth a bit. "Once I'm out of this thing, you'll regret what you're about to do," he cautioned him, despite knowing it'd fall on deaf ears. "Do your worst." With the pull of a trigger, the weapon blasted a ray of green energy at the helpless hero, encompassing his form in an emerald aura that tingled his skin. Dr. Grow, smiling wide, looked on with excitement, desperate to spot the effects taking place. The process was slow and hard to notice but unbeknownst to Dr. Grow, his choice weapon was having the opposite effect. Even to Bob, he was convinced the alien sensation was taking a toll to his powers yet his figure sluggishly swelled. Bob grit his teeth as the ray hit him, expecting something painful...but he cracked an eye open when he didn't feel a blast of pain, only a strange tingling feeling working its way through his muscles. His suit creaked softly as the mass beneath it began to slowly expand outward, the hero instinctively flexing his muscle as best he could, given his position. The metal clamps around his calves and forearms were starting to feel rather tight. Slowly, Dr. Grow's smile was beginning to sink. At that point, the growth was noticeable to him. Bob's biceps had started to slowly swell closer to his face. His visible lats were wider, thick thighs even thicker, chest size growing, pushing out more. Something was wrong. Releasing his finger from the trigger, the growth had completely halted as the Doctor had disappointment written across his face. "Uhhh...give me a second here." Bob snickered, looking down at himself, his pecs having grown a bit thicker, his biceps tugging against his suit a bit. "Heh. Seems your little toy there might actually be useful. I think it grew me bigger...Maybe you need to turn it up some, maybe it'll work then," he said with a coy grin, hoping that the maddened doctor would go along with it. Maybe he'd get strong enough to break out of here. "Be quiet you! It's just a bug, nothing more..." As he examined the gun, Dr. Grow noted the setting set properly to drain. Perhaps down the line, his configuration functioned in the exact opposite. Switching the setting to gain, his confidence returned once again. "Now Mr. Meathead, watch as your new muscles suddenly vanish!" The beam struck him just the same, and the same effect happened. His muscles slowly swelled, his body getting thicker, wider, heavier...but since the machine was calibrated to only hold someone of his mass and not a larger person, his levitating bindings began to wobble, starting to let him drift down towards the ground. Seeing his opportunity, Bob grinned and began to struggle with the restraints, trying to do whatever he could to get out of the field's effect! "No! Stop!" Dr. Grow's attempts to remove his finger from the trigger hadn't stop the gun. The trigger was stuck in the active setting. No matter how hard he attempted to point his gun elsewhere, the stream was already too familiar with Bob's body. The magnetic machine was starting to groan. The added weight of Bob's mass was overloading it's field of influence. Bob was looking quite beefy now, his frame tumbling forward out of the machine's stasis field, falling to the ground and getting to his feet. Now that he was free, he quickly plied his strength to rip off the shackles around his wrists and ankles, freeing him from the device's grip permanently. But still that beam continued, his shoulders widening, his pecs flaring out in front of him, his glutes more defined and thicker beneath his suit. He grinned cockily, reaching up to flex one of his arms, grunting approvingly. "Whoof. Nice...don't suppose this is permanent, eh?" he chuckles, rubbing his arm. Prying the trigger with both of his fingers, the device finally went off. Now that his focus was on Bob, he stood stunned to see the hulkish hero, seven feet tall, almost seven feet wide. The sudden burst of brawn and beef had left the doctor scared. The moment was so perfect and now his plans had been thwarted on his own accord. And then there was Bob, holding his attention captive. The silk-like red suit stretching enough to show a hint of skin. The "I" insignia adorning his chest was pulling across his hefty breast. Even his black tights had a noticeable heft between his thighs. Dr. Grow was not only afraid, but intrigued. Bob took advantage of his opportunity, lowering his arms and flexing his biceps against his chest with a grunt and a broad grin. "Grrrh! I'd say that's a hell of a little toy you got there, doc! I think it about doubled my mass...look at me, heh," he chortled, relaxing his muscles and idly bouncing his thick pecs, a near-hypnotizing motion for the doctor. "What do you say about pumping me up a little more, eh? Even me out some? You've got scientific curiosity, right?" "Don't think this is over!" Dr. Grow said with a shake in his voice. "Just because you're some Adonis with...flawless arms and chiseled abs...and..." His concentration kept falling victim to the perfect physique he had crafted. "Laugh now, because I'm still going to drain you of all of that." The Doctor was lying of course. Even he knew that his weapon had no effect to suck the powers from his adversary. That still didn't stop him from holding his ray up and pulling the trigger, knowing well of his defeat. He might as well enjoy seeing his victor become even more irresistible. Bob ran his hands down his abs, touching every finely-contoured line, rumbling his approval. "Mmmmm. Even got rid of my pot belly too, heh. It might even help my hairline grow back," he chortled, raising his arms up and flexing, flaring his back out as wide as it could go. It was during this flex that he was struck with the beam again, which made him laugh deeply as he felt his body start to swell outward in every direction, gaining height and muscle and even more mass between his legs, the crotch of his suit stretching and deforming around his swelling manhood! "Rrrrghh, that's it! Keep it comin'!" he barked, his voice growing deeper and louder as he grew. Two feet was added to the glory of Bob's body before Dr. Grow stopped his gun again. The sheer arrogance of his nemesis toyed with his libido, drawing his enthusiasm towards his form. He approached Bob timidly, still pointing his weapon at him. "You like that don't you? You like being my lab rat." The doctor stood a few feet from his manly creation. He could see damp spots below the shoulders and around his chest. The smell of man was unavoidable, even at his distance. That suit; amazing that it still managed to keep itself around the curves of each bulbous muscle. He was even more amazed at how the ray was affecting the hero's member. The outline of his cock and balls had made his junk so apparent in the black speedo. His Drain Gain was never intentionally made to affect such an area but to the amusement of Dr. Grow, he wasn't complaining. Bob's hands reached up to grope and heft his newfound pec-shelf, a manly grunt of approval rising from his throat. "Hrrnnfh...I like getting bigger, and stronger. And you seem excited to give that to me. Maybe...you always wanted me so big and huge and hung, eh?" he chuckled, reaching a hand down to shamelessly grope at his package, the soft cock as thick as his wrist and so long it was forced to curve forward and below his nuts inside the stretchy confines of his suit. Sweat was starting to pool under his suit, soaking into the water-resistant fabric, beads rolling down his face as he panted and groaned under his newfound bulk. Dr. Grow almost pawed at his figure, fixated on giving it a touch. He was still frightened, fearing his worth drain with every blast, yet he still wanted to fire at him. "Tell me big boy, how desperate do you want to grow?" "Hahaha," Bob laughed, turning to the side for a side-chest pose, grunting as he flared his incredible pecs outward, tensing his bicep against them. "You say that like there's any outcome aside from you blasting me again. But I'll humor ya. I wanna GROW. REALLY huge," he grunted, his voice carrying a lot more presence now. "Give it to me." The desire for growth almost worried him more but his attitude suggests he doesn't take the villain serious enough. Nervously, Dr. Grow replied: "First, you kneel." Bob chortled, shrugging his massive shoulders. "Heh, yeah, why not?" he grunted, a little caught up in his growth himself. He dropped down to one knee, still looking down at the shrimpy doctor, though not quite as much as he had been a few moments ago. "I'm waiting," he grunted in mock annoyance, the heat from his body radiating off him like sunbeams. Dr. Grow's heartbeat was racing. He was actually complying to his demands. "Raise up your arm", he asked, hoping the loyalty was still present. It was never really there to begin with, Bob was just playing along so that he could grow bigger. He raised his arm as bidden and flexed, the bicep peaking up enormously, so tall that he could rub his knuckles on the top of it! "Hah, like this?" No reply was made. The glorious mountain of arm was a sight to behold, yet the bothered doctor had his interests below it. He crept closer to his pit, breathing heavy of its aroma. The already sweaty face of Dr. Grow was moistened further by the damp surface of the lat. He only continued to close in further towards his body. If Mr. Incredible can enjoy his newfound size, why couldn't the doctor? Bob grinned wolfishly as he realized what the doctor was getting so worked up about, the scent radiating from his pits, cascading down the inside of his suit, his man-stink leaking out despite the tight elastic contours of his suit. "Heh, you like my smell, doc? Y'know, it'd probably be a lot stronger if I grew big enough to rip out of this thing. But it can take a lot of stretching, so I'd have to get pretty damn big." "And big you will be, once I'm done with you..." The doctor leaned into Bob's side, face pressing against the cavernous contours of his pit. His tongue rolled against the fabric, the musk unbelievable to his senses. One hand caressed the side of Bob's chest, grazing against the protruding nipple under his suit while his other hand felt the lumpy surface of his flaring back. Above him was the mass of Bob's arm, still dripping on top of the wimpy doctor. "Grrhh...yeah, get a taste of a real man," he grunted, tensing his fist and flexing his bicep and lat and pec as strong as he could, the exertion causing the sweat spot to spread further, his musk invading the doctor's nostrils even more fully, he felt Bob's incredible, spicy male-scent reach into his lungs and brain! "Mmmnf, lick my pits more, taste my manhood little guy!" Dr. Grow obliged, lathering every inch of Bob's pit with his mouth. While he tasted the super beast, his arm reached for his ray gun again, unleashing another wave of growth while he savored the salty taste of man. Bob closed his eyes and groaned low in his throat as his nine-foot frame began to swell and bloat upward and outward once again, his muscle creaking beneath his suit as it grew bigger, thicker, stronger. He didn't even know how this might interact with his powers, but he had no doubt it'd make him exponentially stronger! His free hand reached up to heft his pecs, fingering the meaty nipple beneath the suit with a groan, sliding his palm down his bulging 8-pack of abs, feeling the Adonis belt he'd grown under his fingers...he was getting so BIG now, he had to be more than twelve feet tall, looking like he weighed two tons of musclebound brawn! The suit was still holding, but who knows how long that'd keep up. Stopping his ray gun again, Dr. Grow dismounted from Bob's soaking pit, stepping away as to fit every inch of sweat soaked muscle into view. Mr. Incredible was a titan. It was amazing how much room had vanished from his presence. Seeing his deep red suit turn pinkish, stretching from how much muscle it had retained inside only made the doctor tingle. All plans of sapping the hero's muscle were burned away by the villain's libido; the results were just too good. There was still so much room in the warehouse for him to continue and he saw no reason to stop soon. Still, he enjoyed toying with Bob. Any power he had over him was dictated by him giving Bob power. He was all too excited to continue his game. The hulking blonde superhero grunted, flexing his biceps against his chest, leaning his head back against his swollen traps, a broad and eager smile on his face. "Mnnnf. How do I look, Doc?" he snickered, raising both of his monster biceps and flexing them with a growl, the twin peaks of muscle forcing his forearms to bend outward. "Look at me...look how WIDE I am, haha! I feel stronger than ever!" Indeed, Mr. Incredible's physique was pushing to freakish levels. The enticing flexes and soaked suit only played with the Doctor's composure. "Yes, you've certainly grown quite a bit, but you're still too weak, wouldn't you agree?" his eyes fixated on the knee hanging clad member. Bob nodded eagerly, smiling brightly and relaxing from his flex, looking down at the doctor and looming over him, now more than double his height and hungry for more. "Oh yeah. I could stand to be a LOT bigger. I dunno what kinda freaky beast I'm gonna grow into...but I can't wait to get there and find out!" "Then you'll be a good little hero and let me... inspect your changes." The doctor's voice was breathy and dry. He crept closer to the heaving mound of cock, wrapped snugly into the distended leathery tights of Bob's suit. The member had grown to half the doctor's size with the leg holes extending on the sides to show the pink skin wrapped away by his red suit. The pouch was incredibly moist and musky and the smell only intensified the closer he came to it. From his perspective, he could see Bob's face slowly falling into obscurity behind his pumped up pecs. Both of his hands caressed the bulge, tiny in comparison to its magnificence. The balding demigod moaned happily as he felt those tiny hands on his massive dick, grinning from ear to ear and reaching forward with one of his huge hands, gripping the doctor's back and shoving him closer, pushing his face into the incredible bulge between his legs, smearing his face with the sweat pooling beneath his suit. "Yeahhh, how's that feel, little guy? How's my muscle-sweat smell?" he grunted, getting into his status as a growing beastman. It was impressive and divine in its shape. Dr. Grow could only imagine it unsheathed from its restraints but settled to see the outfit pushed to its limits. His hands attempted to lift the meat from its underside but his strength could not compare to its weight. Eagerly, Dr. Grow hoisted himself on top, feebly trying to climb on top of the manhood, pushing his weight against the thick bulge. He could feel his feet shifting as they slid the skin underneath the fabric. The hero's bulge was so big that it was enough of a platform for the smaller man to stand on top of as he balanced against the hulk's body. Bob chortled at how into this the doctor was getting, reaching down with his monster arms and pulling the little fella in to his abs, burying his face in the stretched-out bit of the suit that crossed the divide between his pecs. The doctor was in complete rapture. Half of his very being was scorched in the heaty embrace of his captive. His face could very well sink in between the crevice of the behemoth's chest. He craned his head upwards to catch a glimpse of the ripened man, lost in the handsome smug smile he had with masked eyes half way closed. It was hard to focus on such an amazing jaw line when the hero's breast continued to obscure it from sight. Dr. Grow widened his embrace until his hands glided far enough to caress the beefy nipples wrapped in red. It took the entire span of his arms to finally reach such a prize but that only excited him to realize just how immense the man had become. Bob groaned and instinctively bucked his hips gently at the touch of his fat, swollen nipples. His eyes pinched closed and he moaned softly, his smug grin getting even wider. "Nggghhfff...yeah...squeeze those super-nips, doc. See if you can even dent 'em!" he chortled, flexing his pecs against the doctor's frame. Just as Bob claimed, they were as tough and thick as the rest of him, it was like trying to squeeze a fleshy can of soda that was filled with lead! Much to Bob's ego, the grip of the doctor proved just how weak he really was, showcasing the comparison of just how mighty he's become. One flex of Incredible's chest swallowed up half of Dr. Grow's face, snaring him in walls of clothed, sweaty flesh that dumped the intoxicating alpha stench into the doctor's olfactory senses. Truly he has created something divine and despite Bob being so easily capable of snuffing the villain out, the doctor was rewarded instead with peak masculinity. The hulking hero groaned with bliss as he felt his chest muscles so easily engulf the normal-sized man, a hungry grin crossing his face as he pondered what to do next. His fingers were too thick to use that device that the doctor had, so he needed the little guy to cooperate with him. His man-stink seemed to be intoxicating to the little man...he wanted to grow more, so he needed the doctor to slip further and further into unthinking bliss. To that end he relaxed his chest and hoisted the doctor upward, leaning forward to press his lips to the much smaller man's own, growling as his tongue hungrily invaded the little man's mouth, stamping his masculinity and superiority into his face forever. So much force had entered into Grow's mouth. His hero was eager for more and communicated his hunger in a way that awarded the doctor further. With his face meeting with Mr. Incredible's, Dr. Grow had to lay belly-first across Bob's vast chest just to be drunk from. His noodly arms wrapped around the bullish neck, thrilled to be experiencing such a lust not only from himself but from his experiment, his guinea pig. He could make him as big as he wanted to and still he would beg for more. Happily, the doctor aimed his gun behind the giant's head and dosed him yet again as they continued to kiss. He felt the fabric beneath him stretching and creaking as it turned a lighter shade, the suit growing tighter and tighter across the hulking giant's frame. But if it bothered him in any way, he didn't show it, groaning in bliss as he began to expand outward once more. His voice grew deeper, his bones creaked as he grew taller, and the tongue filling the doctor's mouth expanded slightly. His head was growing but nowhere near the pace the rest of him was, his proportions were becoming freakier and freakier with each subsequent dose! Another ton and a half of muscle was added to his godlike body, swelling up past 14 feet in height. His man-stink rose into the air like heatwaves off of asphalt, filling the doctor's lungs with every breath he took. Dr. Grow had to part mouths, coughing as the intensity of Bob's hot breath was almost too much. As the ray stopped, he noticed just how much his position had been rearranged, his flat body balancing 90 degrees against hulking pecs instead of the previous slope. Knowing this, the doctor was all too eager to see what had become of Mr. Incredible. The middle-aged, balding hero chortled deeply when he looked down at the little man laying on his chest, reaching up to grab his lab coat with two fingers and hoist him up, leaning forward and placing him on the ground at his feet, allowing him to look up in wonder at the demigod he'd created. He couldn't see anything below Bob's eyes thanks to the huge shelf of his pecs, and the superhero was all too eager to make his head vanish completely with a simple flex of his titanic pecs, his body so wide that there was no way Grow could reach both of his nipples at once now. "Hahaha...Whaddya think, doc? Am I big enough yet?" he gloated, raising his arms to flex his biceps, the deep armpits soaked with sweat. "Nnghhh...pits feel all bunched up...must be a lot more hair in there than there used to be..." The doctor was dumbfounded. the sheer width of the titan was inhuman to say the least and the suit he wore, still clinging for dear life, hid almost nothing. Every freckle and hair follicle could be seen with only a hint of red shrouding it faintly. Dr. Grow had to keep stepping back just to keep the godly man in full view. "Amazing. You must show me more." Bob grunted, lowering his arms and pawing at his crotch, which had also grown disproportionately huge compared to his height. The gigantic shank of flesh in his suit had to be at least five feet long, and looked to be completely soft as well, his balls each the size of his bicep! "More..." he groaned, his eyes half-lidded, flexing his bicep against his pecs to rub and squeeze his nipples, his suit growing more and more soaked with his scent. "Believe me. I want more too, but I want to experience you my way. I've only seen you from the front but what are you hiding from the behind?" "Hehehe...there's more than you can see, doc. Check this out." His body sloooowly turned in place, each footfall shaking the warehouse around the two of them, making the ground beneath Grow's feet shake and rumble. He gradually turned his monolithic backside to the curious doctor, raising his arms and making his lats flare out as wide as they could go. "HRRRNNGHHH...YEAH...Check out this power, doc!" he roared, his back surging to more than ten feet in width! "My my, how much you've grown. I guess every part of you is perfect... well almost." Dr. Grow drank in the view, his eyes treated to a helping of Bob's beef. With his massive legs spread wide, the doctor couldn't help but keep his focus on Bob's low swinging balls, dangerously close to riding against the floor. Even more impressively was the ass. Luscious and fat yet still powerful and rippling, the two glutes were in a constant state of squeezing the life out of the black spandex that were strung between the boulders, each one having grown higher over the waist that even Mr. Incredible's lower lumbar was nearly unviewable by the enclosure of lats and cheeks. "Oh my..." Bob snickered, wiggling his ass in the air for the doctor's enjoyment, flexing the two gigantic, mountainous glutes together. "Grrhhhh. I could crush coal into diamond between these, haha! Anything you want flattened?" he asked with a cocky tone, squatting down to let his titanic nuts rest on the ground. "Nghhff...feel so heavy hanging from my crotch like that..." "Your ass is something to behold my guinea pig." Dr. Grow started to walk back towards Bob, as to gain a better view of his rump. The heat intensified with each of his steps. No doubt the entire warehouse was a sauna of stench, windows clearly retaining droplets of moisture in the air. "In fact, there's one last thing you can do for me and after this, I'll give you the fix you so deservingly need." Bob chortled, lowering his arms and attempting to look over his shoulder at the doctor, but his traps were too damn huge to make it possible! "Heh. I dunno if you can give me what I need at this point, doc. But I'll humor ya. What's that little thing ya need?" "Lay yourself down so I can experience that luscious rump of yours. After that, I'll make sure that damn suit comes off of you, and then some." The hero grunted, squatting down further, letting his knees impact the ground with a massive earth-shaking FOOM that rattled some of the sweat off the windows. His suit was fitting him like a second skin at this point, nearly transparent from being stretched so much, his body coated in sweat and man-fur that he hadn't had before. He laid down on his front, laughing as his pecs propped him up so much that he was forced to rotate his torso to the side, hiking his ass into the air to let the doctor explore it. "Heh. Try not to get lost in there, little man." So much mass had shifted with such a change in posture. With Bob having no space below him, his titanic nuts pressed out between his legs, right before reaching the prized booty. The doctor could see it now. The older man's crack had been loaded with blonde salt and pepperish hairs, barely concealed from the red suit. It was almost time to be rid of that obstruction but first, Grow climbed on top of Bob's ballls and graciously mashed his hands against the hulking glutes. He could feel the hair trapped beneath the suit crackling and grinding up against itself as he manhandled Bob's glutes, the man-stink just as strong here as it was everywhere else, a mohawk of fur ready to burst out from between his glutes the moment the suit was torn from his body. The hero flexed one glute, then the other, like a wave filled with steel. "Hahaha, you know, guys my age usually get a prostate exam, you up for the task, doc?" he teased, reaching back to grip his glutes tightly, pulling them apart as much as he could, exposing more hair and even more man-smell. "I'll give you something better." With a new air of dominance, Grow lowered his head into the enclosure, hoping almost to please Mr. Incredible as much as he was pleasing himself. He felt in control yet a part of him still enjoyed the idea of being Bob's bitch in the end. Deeper he went. Grow was slack jawed and ready to feast from his god. His tongue readily lapped against Bob's pulse. Even through the suit he could taste Bob's incredible manly essence, coating his tongue like an oil and overwhelming his senses, making him feel warm and hard as a rock atop the weathered hero. "Grrhh...that you eatin' my ass, doc? Hard to tell with how tiny and weak you are," he grunted matter-of-factly. Bob's words fell on deaf ears. Grow can tell he was speaking with command as his powerful words almost vibrated across his body. Nevertheless, the doctor kept swiping his tongue, drinking in the moment he would never experience again. With a grunt, Bob let go of his ass cheeks, letting them gently enfold the doctor between them, feeling his mass and power and warmth and sweat and stench surround him, temporarily trapping him in this musky jungle of flesh and fuzz, surrounded on all sides by glute muscle! What Bob hadn't expected was that familiar rush of growing energy coming from his ass of all places. As euphoric as having every inch of his body caressed by man-flesh, the doctor grew Bob further, letting the walls part away as to let him breath for air. Slipping out, the doctor fell out past the testicles and onto the floor, gasping and smiling as his arm was still extended, dosing Mr. Incredible more, sealing their deal. The hulking superhero groaned with delight as he felt his body swelling upward and outward, he was growing wider faster than he was growing taller! But he didn't mind, his rock-hard member throbbing as it reached up to his chin, the middle-aged hulk laughing as he raised his arms and tore the roof of the warehouse in half with a single motion, bending the metallic roof like it was made of aluminum foil. He took a big breath of the fresh air outside, now more than 50 feet tall, laughing with a steadily-deepening voice. "Haha! Yeah, that feels AWESOME, doc! Keep going! I'm gettin' so damn BIG and it feels better the bigger I get!" It was finally happening. The paper thin fabric that squeezed against the ever expanding musculature of the hunky hero was finally tearing. Rip by rip, the red uniform was giving up its endeavor to keep Bob remotely covered. The first to go were the black tights, their defeat obvious by the god cock that Bob had, nearing a size to his own body. Dr. Grow could only gawk at how much mass the titan was gaining, though the ray gun was proving to be less potent as Bob's dense muscles needed more and more energy to grow on. His sudden burst of size slowed down a bit as the tiny man below held his arm out to keep it going. He giggled to himself, smiling and licking the salty sweat that poured down on him as he was under his creation. "You hot monster..." left his lips whisperly, but unbeknownst to the villain, Mr. Incredible just so happened to hear him. All of the superhero's senses and powers were seemingly amplified by the ray's energy, not just his size and strength! He laughed as he turned to face the doctor, casting a shadow over him thanks to his massive pecs, his gigantic nipples pointed straight down due to the heft of his chest, leaking big drops of sweat as the hot sun warmed him up even further, the thick tangles of chest and armpit fur giving up big splatters of his sweat. "Grrr, that's right, doc! A hot monster that you created! I feel UNSTOPPABLE now!!" he roared, flexing a massive bicep, making the rest of his suit tear off, the peak of his muscle so tall he could press his palm flat against it! Dr. Grow stood up in shock, amazed to see the giant so high up hear him so vividly. As his finger left the trigger, stopping the growth temporarily, a large thin shedding of super suit had landed on the doctor's head, the smell so intoxicating and addictive, he was almost hesitant on even taking it off. His super beast was fully nude, drenched and clearly horny now, his mammoth chest inhaling and exhaling as though he had just finished a brutal work out. Citizens outside could be heard panicking at the sudden emergence of a 100 ton man attempting to look down at his tiny acolyte. Out of all the chaos ensuing, Grow could only say one thing: "Wait...you can hear me?" "Yeah!" Bob said with a grin. "Why, should I not be able to? I can hear all kinds of stuff, doc. Every part of me feels stronger. "Why'd you stop with the gun? Don't you want me even BIGGER, a more POWERFUL monster-freak for you?" he asked with a cocky expression, bouncing his massive pecs, sandwiching his freakish cock between them and starting to pec-fuck himself. Supposedly the ray gun had given the monstrous man some newfound power, another unforeseeable mistake thanks to Dr. Grow's incompetence at villainy. "Well... you'd want that wouldn't you?", he said, choking on his own words, although deep down he too wanted his experiment to take on magnitudes of size. "Besides, why the hurry? Why not show me just how much you love your new size. The city has so much to offer."

Will post my my store entries here and such the content i have planned is well worth it.

So, I was talking with my friend the other day. She is a very direct girl, who doesn’t hold any secrets - perfectly blunt, in every way - and she is like that when she approaches men. She can afford to be because she is 26 years old, average height for a girl, intelligent, funny and hot - the full package. I will not name her here. One day, at a gym that she frequents with her boyfriend, with whom she is in an open relationship, she decides to approach this incredibly handsome guy, who also is a devoted gym-goer. He too seemed oh-so-very much like a good deal. Young, witty, but also very tall (198 cm, or 6'6 in retard units) and, clearly, quite strong. Through her telling, my friend recalled the ease with which he did pull-ups. This is his Instagram pic, I was told. At some point my friend started up conversations with the guy, whose name is Philip, she tells me, and through the weeks of getting together at the gym and through Facebook comments, she saw that she has a lot in common with Philip, especially when it comes to their preferences for genres in movies and books. She also noticed that he is into her. One day, they decide to get together after the gym. With my friend there is no beating around the bush. They went straight to his place - no dates, no romantic walks. She had already learned his humor, likes and dislikes. She wanted to know his primal side now. What is he like when passion takes hold of him? She got more than she bargained for. “Can you imagine what he must’ve looked like after the gym that evening? All that testosterone brimming inside him…” my friend recalled. She remembered him being larger than ever before due to the pump he was having. Veins were jumping out of him. Probably looked like this other pic from his Insta account. When they got into his bedroom, my friend couldn’t help but marvel at how the entire place was well organised and tidy. The bedroom was spacious, so he had set up a pull-up bar and a heavy-looking punching bag. There were also quite a number of large mirrors, which made the room appear bigger than it actually is. Another set of mirrors was near the bed - one on the wall on the side of it, and the other stuck to the sealing above the bed. By the time they got to the bed, their clothes were shed. This is, by the way, where she finally got a good look at his beautifully shaped ass. At first, he was being very gentle with her as they were starting foreplay and kissing. However, at some point, my friend said that she started to goad him, so that he would become more rough with her. I think she likes it that way. After a slap here, a wicked laugh there, he grew increasingly - and visibly - annoyed… He wasn’t amused at all. He grabbed her by her arms and forcefully picked her up with great ease, as if to correct her behaviour. Then, he laid her back onto the bed with some frustration. She described his face as barely containing anger and remembers his loud breathing. He got up, nude, with every muscle and every vein visible on his large tight body, and he walked furiously across the room in circles. The muscle mass on him, combined with his imposing height, makes him weigh at around 115 kilos - nearly twice her weight. His steps were booming. He then took a sturdy metal chair from a corner of the room and placed it in front of the bed. Still annoyed, he said to her “come here.” She could tell from his tone that he was in no mood for hesitation, so she got up from the bed and walked up to the chair. He impatiently turned her away from himself and picked her up off the floor onto the seat, so that her behind would face him. It looked to her that this was his version of foreplay, so she was still looking forward to what may come out of this all. He entered her vagina with his decent-sized dick and thrusted strong enough that her knees were no longer touching the chair, which was there to support them in the first place. It felt good, albeit a little violent. While she was moaning, she looked up into the mirror by the bed and saw that Philip was focused solely onto himself in the reflection. She said that she thought at the time “Fuck, I’d be looking at myself if I were as gorgeous as him”. He was staring into his own eyes and into the glistening muscles of his own large and powerful body while practically holding her 60 kilos constantly in the air. He was going like that for several minutes. When he finally turned his focus to the girl he was thrusting, she felt that he was getting a bit flaccid. Not too much, for he was still a clear presence inside of her. Philip leaned over her back and stretched his arm down, next to her head. He was again gazing at their reflection in the mirror, but now he had a renewed hardness to his dick. My friend said that she was enjoying the feel of his strength imposed on her, and said that it was even more than she had hoped for. He certainly knew how to move down there, not just simple thrusts. She was genuinely enjoying it, but she was still able to see that Philip was actually focusing now on the monstrous size of his own arm when put next to her significantly smaller body. He flexed it so that the peak of his bicep would be right next to her head. She remembered how she rubbed her head against his bicep and feeling that rock-like hardness. Then, she told me, something unexpected happened. He got out of her, then proceeded to put her back on the bed. He placed the chair on the bed too, so that it was above her head. Now he was above her, and she was facing him, and their sex organs reunited. He was straddling her like a mighty lion, and he appeared inhumanly large above her. All she could see were his stone-hard abs and huge pecs as they were thrusting up and down, along with her entire body. Here comes the weird part. He looks down into her eyes. She was feeling a mixture of ecstasy and fear in that moment. He was insanely hot, even in this moment of bestial mindlessness, yet everything that was going on escaped even her wildest fantasies, and I can tell you, my friend has some wild imagination. It was in that moment when he grabbed ahold of the chair and, while looking into my friend’s eyes, proceeded to crush it! It was here that fear completely took over in my friend’s mind. Crushing that chair is no small feat. According to my friend, it had a steel frame with elements of hard wood and was quite heavy and solid. Philip squeezed it with his powerful hands while relentlessly looking into my friend’s eyes. Soon, the chair’s frame gave way to his pressure and started to grind and crack loudly. By this point my friend was petrified with terror at what she was seeing. Philip was practically turning from a prince into a savage monster before her very eyes. He groaned with his deep and booming voice as he was distorting and destroying the chair. He was looking with his cold unyielding eyes deep into her while he was doing it. He pinned the frame of the chair next to the girl’s petrified naked body and ripped the bars towards himself. She could do nothing but watch silently this monstrous display of power because she was helpless. The strength that was needed to pull and rip the steel outward was bordering inhuman. Looking at those dark, cruel eyes of his, she was actually afraid… that he was going to switch the chair with her at some point. Philip got off of her and violently launched the remains of what used to be a chair onto the wall, shattering it into bits that scattered on the floor. His wrath wasn’t subsiding, though. He then furiously launched hits at his punching bag. The whole building was shaking at the shockwaves that his punching produced. His precise movement and enormous strength with which he was hitting made it evident that had the bag been human, there would be no more life left in it. During this unbelievably intense moment, my friend’s wits came back to her, and she thought of a way to prevent things from escalating. She got off the bed to her feet and silently said his name in a calm manner. “Philip?”, in response to which he stopped his punching and looked at her. His chest was heaving from deep breaths, and his pumped up muscles were covered with sweat. She approached him carefully, barely containing her shivering, knowing full well that he might lunge at her. This time, however, she had gotten to know him a bit. She took his large hand and brought him to one of the mirrors. The blood was coming back to his cock at the sight of his own reflection. In that moment, he was a personification of power - a god of strength and beauty. Every muscle fiber was bursting on him. He was enormous, bigger than life. He wanted to turn around towards her, but she stopped him from doing that, lest he get some new ideas. She stood behind him so that his frame would completely eclipse her from the mirror. Only her hands were visible because she was caressing his muscles gently. He realised that it felt good that his god-like body is finally receiving some worshiping. His dick was insanely hard now. He looked at himself as the petit female hands were passing over the massive landscape of his sculpted V-shaped torso. He flexed his arms and allowed my friend to feel the enormity of power emanating from his hard lats, triceps, and biceps. He knew that nothing could stop him in this moment if he went on a rampage, but getting some love and appreciation for the body he had painstakingly built over the years felt much more rewarding. He could no longer contain himself. His breathing and his twitching stiff cock became a signal of the fact that he could no longer fight his sexual urges. My friend realised that, so she jerked him off. When he laid down on the bed, she gladly sucked him because she was relieved. He came in a torrent of sperm. My friend told me about this with clear fear and disbelief at the events she was describing, but I, for whatever reason, felt like it was the sexiest thing I had ever heard. She says that they are still friends, and I still see his comments on her posts, but she said that that day’s experience is something she is not eager to repeat… I barely contained my breathing as she was describing all of this to me. What did you feel? This is based on true events that happened more than half a year ago. Here is another picture of “Philip”. I hear that he finally understood what a beauty he is, so now he took to modelling.

So, this is a story that I adapted from a RP I did with someone. I really liked the idea, so I thought I'd turn it into a story and share it with you all. Hope you enjoy! DISCLAIMER: Contains growth, financial domination, strong language, macro, muscle The two men sat in Dan’s bedroom together, still in their sweatpants and tank tops from their late-night workout, staring at the screen of Chad’s phone. The screen read “CashGro!” with the subtitle “Turn your cash into someone else’s size!” Dan was the first to break the silence. “So, this thing really works? You’ve tried it?” Chad replied, “I tested it with a dude from the gym. He had his PayPal public on his Instagram, so I tried giving him like $5 just to try it. I’m telling you dude, he practically grew before my eyes! He thought it was just a good pump, but man, he must have easily put on 10lbs of muscle right then and there.” Dan still looked a bit skeptical. He leaned back in his desk chair, looking over at Chad. Dan was quite scrawny, standing at only 5’2” tall and weighing a mere 110lbs. Chad wasn’t much bigger, sporting a 5’4” 130lbs frame himself. Dan wanted to get into bodybuilding lately, and Chad was more than happy to indulge. After a few more moments of silence, Dan finally spoke up. “Fine. But if this stupid thing doesn’t work, or this ends up being a prank, I’m telling everyone about how you actually begged bullies to give you swirlies in high school.” Chad shook his head, handing his phone over to Dan. “No, I promise, that won’t be needed! This thing really works! Just put in your PayPal there, and then place your thumb on the button so it can scan your...well, I guess it scans your fingerprint? Or something, I don’t know, dude, I just know it works!” Dan, still looking skeptical, started typing in his PayPal email into the phone. “Like I said, it’s your funeral if you’re fucking with me.” Once he finished typing in his email, he placed his thumb over the phone’s button. The app displayed a spinning coin for a few seconds before it stopped and the phone played a *DING!* He handed the phone back to Chad, standing up. “Alright, now how does this wo-?” Before Dan could even finish the sentence, his own phone vibrated in his pocket. He pulled out his phone, and a notification was on the screen: ‘Payment processed: $5. Enjoy your new size!’ As he finished reading that, he could feel his body starting to grow. He slowly swelled taller, his body shivering from the pleasure of the added size. “O-oh god..! W-what did you-” Once again interrupted by the buzzing of his phone, Dan felt another growth spurt coming on. Chad had pressed another option on the app, labeled simply ‘Donate Muscle.’ As the cash was drained from Chad’s bank account, Dan’s body grew. His lats widened, his pecs swelled, and even his toothpick legs gained a bit of mass beneath his sweatpants. His arms were visibly larger, and even more defined! “Wow...” Chad said in partial disbelief. He knew this would work; he just didn’t know how well. Dan groaned as his first couple growth spurts came to an end, the seams of his shirt starting to strain. What was once a very loose tanktop on him was now looking to be a size too small. His ego even seemed to grow a bit to complement his body. “Ohhh yeah...more!” Dan demanded. “C’mon, don’t you wanna see your master grow?!” Chad rolled his eyes at the comment as he sat back in his chair, messing around with a few more options on the phone. He messed with some sliders labeled ‘Chest,’ ‘Shoulders,’ and ‘Back,’ maxing every single one out. Then, he pressed the ‘Donate’ button again after selecting ‘$5’, and looked up to watch the results. Dan grinned, feeling the first threads of his shirt finally giving way. His shoulders put an immense pressure on the straps of the tank top, causing several threads to snap. The straps were already in a losing battle with the massive boulders of muscle, but it wasn’t enough for Dan. “You better start donating in much larger amounts, wimp! We’re never gonna get me to true Godhood unless you start paying what I deserve!” Dan boomed with a voice had dropped several octaves compared to his previous command. Chad blushed as he heard Dan’s new, deeper voice, his submissive side being coaxed out. “O-oh...yes, Sir!” He raised the amount of money displayed in the ‘Donate’ box to $20. He bit his bottom lip, unsure if he should really be giving this much to Dan. He had been saving up for a new car, and if Dan demanded much more, his plans would be set back quite a bit. Chad curled his legs up off the floor and held them against his chest, asking meekly, “Is-is that better, Sir…?” Dan grunted as his body was suddenly filled with an intense warmth. He hunched over, clutching his stomach. “Grr..rrrRRRR...” His entire body trembled, each limb taking turns jerking him from side to side, until finally… “GGGRRRRRAAAAWWWWRRR!” He rose up, his arms stretched outwards and bent slightly. He flexed every single one of his muscles with this motion, his tank top practically disintegrating from the rapid growth. His sweatpants were still hanging on, a lot more room for his legs to grow thanks to the stretchy material. He panted deeply, slowly walking towards Chad. “Aww yeah...that’s what I’m talking about, you fucking runt...” He stopped once he was right in front of Chad, looming over the smaller man and grinning down. “How about a bit more, eh? I’m gonna need more money to afford my new weight bench, some protein, and all kinds of other stuff to keep this bod running! You think this pocket change is going to satisfy me?!” Dan flexed his pecs at the end of each sentence, as if to punctuate his point. But after Dan went quiet, he started to slowly bounce his pecs, alternating his pec bounces. He made sure Chad was focusing on his pecs, starting to sway his body back and forth in a very entrancing motion, each bounce seeming to add to that effect. Dan spoke in a quiet, deep tone, “You want to give me more...” Chad shuddered, crossing his legs and hiding his swollen cock. He moaned softly as he looked down at his phone, tapping a few more buttons to donate to Dan’s growing bulk. The room was filling with a potent musk as Chad looked up at Dan. “You deserve it, Sir...You deserve so much...” Chad spoke in a submissive tone. Dan chuckled, leaning over just enough for his pecs to brush against Chad’s forehead. He started to bounce his pecs with a bit more force, knocking Chad’s head back against the chair again and again and again. “You’re damn right I do. And you better start sending me the real big bucks instead of this pathetic pocket change. I am a GOD! I deserve much more!” Dan raised his hands up and placed them on the wall behind Chad for support, the potent musk from his armpits wafting towards the lesser man’s nostrils. Dan took in a deep breath, letting out a content moan. “Aw yeah...the smell of a real man! Isn’t it nice to finally know what that smells like, fag?” Chad fumbled with his phone, moaning as he shuddered in pleasure. Dan’s powerful musk was overbearing, clouding Chad’s vision as Chad looked over Dan’s body, entranced by the size and power of his frame. The thickness of Dan’s arms and pecs, the width of his lats, the definition of his abs, everything was God-like. “Y-yes, my God. It smells incredible...” Chad said, sounding like he was in a trance. He pressed the ‘Donate’ button once more, donating another $25 to the God’s growth. Dan growled as he started to tremble again, one of his jerking motions accidentally knocking the phone from Chad’s hand. Dan’s hands started to slide further up the wall, his pecs ramming into Chad’s head as his body surged larger. “Oh fuck YES!!! That’s it, faggot, drain your wallet for your growing GOD!” Dan boomed. Dan stepped back so Chad could get a better look at his new body. His legs were pressed tightly against his sweatpants, enough that Chad could see every single separation, even with the thick fabric separating the legs from the outside air. Dan placed a foot in front of himself, wobbling his quadriceps back and forth. “Tell you what, runt, gimme another $50 and I’ll flex these legs hard enough to shred out of these sweatpants. That sound good to you?” he said in a teasing tone, knowing Chad’s answer. Chad nodded obediently, letting out a moan as he observed Dan’s thick legs. He stood up and walked over to where his phone landed, but before he could reach down and pick it up, Dan’s large hand engulfed the phone. “Oops, too slow~” Dan pressed a button, donating $50 to himself. He could feel the growth kick in again, his lats widening to an almost impossible size, his pecs jutting out so far that they were beginning to obscure his vision of the ground. He grunted and raised an arm up to flex his bicep, the peak almost reaching his knuckles! “Fuck yeah! Lil fag’s money is doing wonders for this God!” He relaxed his flex, suddenly reaching forward and grabbing Chad by the throat. He didn’t squeeze Chad’s neck, but Chad’s airflow was being restricted just from the sheer massiveness of his hand. “But, I see here that you have a lot more money in your account than what you were giving me. What’s this weak-ass $20-donation bullshit you’ve been doing?” Dan tightened his grip just enough for Chad to realize the kind of power he commanded now, but Chad was still just barely able to speak. “I am your God. And you will treat me as such. Now...” Dan extended his thumb on the hand holding the phone, hovering it over the screen. “I’m going to give myself more of your hard-earned cash. I deserve it more, after all.” Chad could hear the seams of Dan’s sweatpants straining to hold back the bulging tree trunks beneath them. Dan’s legs trembled in anticipation of the coming growth. “I’ll eventually drain all your money, but what’s the fun in taking it all at once? So...let’s just start this off nice and easy, eh? Gonna be fun watching how low your bank account can dip,” Dan said in an almost cruel, mocking tone. He raised the donation amount to $100 and changed it to balance evenly between all his attributes. Then, with a simple press of his thumb, his body began to grow once more. Dan groaned in pleasure as his body trembled again. He released Chad’s neck as the waves of pleasure started to wash over him, the growth ready to begin anew. This time, without warning, Dan’s pecs expanded out so far that they just crashed into Chad, pinning him down into the chair. But then, Chad could feel the sensation of rising...Dan’s pecs were actually lifting Chad and the chair up against the wall! “GrrrRRRR!!! MORE! MOOOORE!!!” Dan commanded. He lifted up his foot and stomped it down, his legs suddenly exploding in size, tearing his sweatpants to shreds. Scraps of fabric fell around his feet, the waistband still intact, which made it look like he was wearing a loincloth. Chad could see every striation on Dan’s perfect quads, the teardrop perfectly defined for the lesser man to admire. Though, it was kind of hard to see down past Dan’s pecs! But, Chad could catch a glimpse here and there. “Haha, alright...that’s enough toying around, don’t you think? Let’s see what this baby can really do!” Dan flexed his pecs hard, crushing the chair and letting Chad fall down to the ground below. Chad heard a couple beeps from his phone, followed by a computerized voice saying, “Full transfer confirmed.” And after that...Chad could practically feel the ground beneath him shaking. Dan’s body convulsed several times, growing in halting jerks. His arms lengthened and bulged outwards, as did his legs. His pecs pressed out even further, filling up at least ¼ of the room with their mass. His abs became like a washboard, so chiseled and hard that nothing could dent them. Dan’s head bumped against the ceiling, his body taking up most of the space in the room. Chad was forced up against the wall once again, this time by the hilariously large bulge beneath the remains of Dan’s sweatpants. The growth felt so incredible that Dan began to hump against the wall, slamming Chad’s body repeatedly against it as he went into a growth-fueled lust. As far as Dan was concerned, Chad was just a tool to grow even larger. With the immense amount of money Chad had saved up, Dan’s body just continued to grow. Dan placed his hands on the ceiling, growling out his words. “A God needs no house! The entire WORLD belongs to Me!!!” With that, Dan pressed upwards, tearing the roof from the walls of his house. He stood up, tossing the roof a few blocks away. He took in a deep breath, smelling the night air. A thud could be heard from a distance away, and several car alarms started blaring. It looked like that roof landed in a very inopportune area. But the noise didn’t worry Dan, only angered him. “GrrRRRR! Stupid fucking cars!” Dan roared. He lifted a foot out of the remains of the house and began stomping towards the noise. With each step, he grew more and more, a true giant by this point. Chad was in a bit of a daze after being practically suffocated by Dan’s muscles for so long. Once he regained his composure, though, he quickly ran outside just in time to see Dan all the way down the street. Dan raised up his foot and slammed it down on not one, not two, but three cars at the same time! Even from a few blocks away, Chad could hear the metal bending and groaning in the quiet night air. The car alarms slowly became more and more distorted as Dan applied more pressure, until the alarms were silenced altogether. With the noise subsided, Dan stomped back towards his house...or rather, he took a single step back to his house. He looked down at Chad standing in front of the giant’s former house. “Hey, faggot. Thanks for the money. It’s done wonders for my physique! But, unless you find a way to make more...” Dan turned his back to Chad. “I’m sure others have far more to give a God like me now...” Dan stomped off into the night, towards the rich part of town. Something told Chad that this is just the beginning of Godhood for this giant.

Thomas can feel his back, delts, traps, and shoulders ballooning, stretching and popping in more places than he can count as the chair begins creaking. He is testing the restraints now as a couple of the seams on the straps tear ever so slightly. His arms have surpassed 23” and his biceps and triceps are gloriously humungous. They are bunched up on the back of the chair as he has to hunch over to handle the mass that is forming on his frame. His pecs are still growing as they stretch the shirt fabric to its limits. There is a massive gap beneath them as he can no longer see the monstrous eight slabs beneath his huge furry mantits. He loves the way they look as his nipples and areolas thicken and double in size nearly perfectly on the corners. They are almost entirely visible from outside his shirt. He understands why the shirt was so loose now, but he wants to destroy it without having to use his hands. He is now staring at the two men in front of him and realizes that they are nearly nude. He is not the same Thomas they remember at all anymore. His eyes and face still resemble the old Thomas, but he isn’t nearly as shy, but that was to be expected of course. His lower half is nearly done growing as they walk up to him seeing that the transition is nearly complete. Arliss and Cliff motion for the medical staff to leave so they can spend some one-on-one time with the huge young hulk. They both take turns rubbing his 35” quads and 23” calves which are sending shivers up and down the Canadian’s massive back. Cliff doesn’t even say anything before he reaches down to run his tongue along the huge, even larger 13” shaft, tasting the thick cockhead and guzzling its contents. Arliss massages his lower body making Thomas feel every sensation. He is yelling in delight and wants desperately to ravage both men. A few more tears are made on his arm and leg straps as he flexes his legs and arms. The volume in his upper arm is too much for the shirt now as the seams rip in half, exposing his gigantic ball-shaped veiny shoulders. His expanding lats are busting through as well as they destroy the sides of the shirt and flare out to the point that they are messing with the chair’s arms. His eyes are fixed on Cliff mostly, as he stares at the big hunk, breathing deeply and sounding like a giant bear, as his mentor continues to worship his monster cock, toying with his swollen cockhead. Arliss decides to fuck Cliff so he slides his thong off to push his huge cock inside the big man. Cliff gulps on Thomas’s cock for a few minutes before he stops to allow Arliss to push himself all the way in to pound him and blast his cum inside. The older top pulls out and backs off to get up and put his thong back on. He appears to be done knowing that Cliff should be able to handle the rest. “FUCK Cliff, that was way too fun. *looks at Thomas and swoons* You are a fucking beautiful man now young man. Well I should say, beastly man. I will be back in a few minutes to help clean this up.” Arliss departs as Cliff goes back to pleasuring Thomas, who is obviously far from being done. His muscles are swollen and throbbing. His shirt is hanging halfway off his body and his engorged pecs are begging for freedom. His mentor wants to put him over the edge and thinks he can do it, so he starts toying with his client even further. “I want you to fucking try and get free Thomas. I know you can do it, I can see how much the straps are fraying now. The raw power that is emanating from you is intoxicating and I am positive that shirt will do what that puny pair of shorts did earlier. Fucking grow a bit more and destroy that shirt.” Thomas is so wound now that he is straining and flexing even harder than before. Incredibly still with the needles in his arms, although they are nearly invisible inside his engorged veins now, the force he is exerting makes his arms swell another inch from top to bottom. He is ripping the straps now as Cliff looks on in amazement as the material rips in an even pattern. When they finally give way, the massive Canadian grins at Cliff and puffs his chest out to make his shirt shred as his chest becomes more visible. He has developed a gargantuan 65” chest with an uneven eight pack. He continues to smile as he shows Cliff one of his fat fingers and reaches up to slowly tug on the material. He moans feeling the remaining seams tear off realizing that it feels like a feather being lifted off of his massive frame. He is fully grown now it seems. He looks at both of his arms, noticing that there are two tiny needles that are barely inside his garden-hose sized veins and plucks them out and over the side of the chair. Cliff is stunned that Thomas has managed to get free from his restraints. He gets up off the ground and moves back a few inches. The Canadian hulk never takes his eyes off of Cliff. He is reveling in his size and deep down realizes that this feeling was always there. He flexes his vascular lats and makes them bust the arm rests off the chair as they tumble over to the sides. He is ready to get up now as security guards start moving through the side doors. Cliff motions for them to leave. “No guys, we are good. I think he just needs some attention. He has been waiting for this for his entire life, and I think so have I.” The giant hulk stumbles a bit as he gets to his feet, trying to figure out how much weight he needs to put on them since this is a completely new experience for him. He jumps on to Cliff and they fall to the ground. He is grunting and growling as he looks into Cliff’s eyes. He feels completely reborn and has no qualms about forcing himself onto other men. He leans over to whisper into his mentor’s ear. “You are right Cliff. This is exactly who I am and what I am destined to be. The old Thomas is still inside me, but he probably won’t be making another appearance ever again. All I can think about right now is plowing you for hours on end and feeling our bodies rub against each other forever. I want to taste you and fill you up until you burst. *feels Cliff tremble a bit* Eh? I have never seen you like this before. I want to be in control okay? *Cliff shakes his head yes multiple times* MMM, let’s do it gorgeous.” After making Cliff hornier than he has ever felt, with one finger again, Thomas snaps his mentor’s thong off and looks at his partner’s shaft spurting precum everywhere. He smiles before moving down to swallow it. He purposefully sucks it in rapid succession to put Cliff over the edge. The stunned man yells as Thomas pulls it out of his mouth to watch it blast cum all over his massive 345 pound frame. He goes back down on it again to gulp several ropes of cum and moans deeply closing his eyes to savor the sweet taste. He laughs as he pulls it out of his mouth again. Cliff pulls on his thick black beard and motions for him to kiss him. “Ohh? What makes you think I want to kiss you Cliff? *smiles which makes Cliff swoon* Are you going to beg me then?” “Oh my god Thomas. Where have you been all of my life? You are the alpha that I need, barking orders when needed. Please kiss me. I need to feel your lips on mine.” The huge hairy hulk gets back up and is a couple of inches taller than his mentor. His massive pecs are pressing up against Cliff’s pec shelf as he reaches around to caress his partner’s head. He pulls him in quickly to lock lips and holds him against him. There is an instant connection as both men moan deeply. This lasts for several minutes as they both massage each other’s chests with their hands. Thomas lifts him up to bury his face into Cliff’s chest and starts exploring his partner with his mouth. The smitten hunk submits to his new partner, but Thomas stops to say something to him. “You don’t have to let me do all of the work Cliff. *looks down at his massive pecs and furry eight-pack* I need this tension in my pecs to be released. You think you can help me with that?” Cliff’s eyes enlarge when he tells him this. “Then I suggest you make me feel it gorgeous. I feel like I can produce several gallons of cum just by having my pecs played with. SHIT, I want you to do it so bad.” He shoves Cliff’s head into them as the eager hunk immediately starts to lick them. After several hard punches and smacks, he can tell that Thomas loves every moment of it. “Fucking nurse me Cliff, I want you to abuse my nipples. They are the gateway to salvation, I can feel it.” The horned up hunk lightly blows on both of them, causing them to get fully erect. Thomas bounces both of them each time his partner tries to suck on them, grinning from ear to ear. Cliff is totally infatuated with this man now. He loves his demeanor and how he knows what he wants from him. Once Thomas finally stops toying with him, he lets his partner rub his tongue on both nipples, getting them sopping wet as he treats them with the same respect he has for Thomas’s giant tool. The huge hairy hulk feels every sensation through his entire body. His cock is bouncing ferociously now, leaking a long strand of precum onto the floor beneath them. He is intoxicated with the feeling of having his giant tits ravaged and bounces his pecs again to keep Cliff focused. “Bite and suck them hard Cliff, then I think I can feed you so much cum you won’t ever have to be with another man ever again.” Cliff tugs and chews on both nipples while rubbing his partner’s huge abdominal slabs, running his fingers between each one of them and marveling at their crazy symmetry. He is driving Thomas insane with his constant stimulation. His cock continues to spill thick precum everywhere as he rubs his horny partner’s back and shoulders with his sweaty hands. After a few more minutes of oral stimulation, the huge muscle giant can feel something new happening in his chest. He can hear Cliff moaning deeply as he sniffs the male teet he is working on. It is emitting the same aroma that comes from his crotch normally. Somehow, Thomas’s massive tits have started to leak precum from the pores in his areolas. Cliff runs his tongue along both of them and is in absolute heaven as he tastes the fluids seeping through them. His giant partner has his head arched back and is laughing at this new addition to his already incredible frame. He starts mumbling to himself, but the words are too low for Cliff to understand at first. He finally tells his partner to stop for a few moments so he can take a breather and say a few things to him. His ballsac is being stretched to its limits by the two heaving grapefruits that have been stimulated by more than one area of his body. “Heh…..oh my gawd Cliff. This is more than I ever imagined would happen to me. That serum your people have given to me feels like it has given me two more cocks, only they are two huge gorgeous melons.” His nipples are slowly dripping fluid down Cliff’s arms as he feels both pecs being caressed. His mentor keeps petting them and rubbing his fingers on the areolas. His breathing increases every time this is done. “Ohh fuck….oh fuck…..stop stop stop Cliff. Mmmm, it is as if the cum is being transferred through both my cock and my pecs now. This feels so much more satisfying than just having my cock sucked .” He bounces his pecs again and feels his balls contract as his cum manages to travel all the way up to his chest. He grabs Cliff’s head and presses it on top of his left nipple. It is obvious that something strange is about to happen because both tits look as if they are about to explode. Both men are stunned by what is transpiring and it makes Cliff latch on to his partner’s teet again. His precum stops oozing as Thomas yells in delight feeling his tits shooting thick jizz out of their holes. Both men are feeling euphoric as the huge young hulk top starts spurting cum out of his cock as well. He grabs Cliff’s body and slides him on top of his giant pole, spreading his hole wider than he has ever felt before. Cliff feels Thomas filling him up from both ends, but it doesn’t stop him from continuing to worship his young master. The muscle giant grabs his right pec and toys with his nipple, spraying its contents all over the room they are in. This lasts for about two minutes before he finally stops and he slows his breathing. Cliff quits sucking on his left pec and falls over. Thomas grabs him first though and slides his wet cock out of his partner’s hole to hold him. The medical staff rushes out to take him away from the muscle giant as they try to keep him stabilized. He is drowning in Thomas’s juices, something that should concern the behemoth, but he is surprisingly calm now as Arliss comes back out to attend to the muscle giant. “I think we are done here, you gorgeous stud. Once they get Cliff back to where he should be, he will come see you again. For now, let’s get you cleaned up and get you to bed. You will need a massive amount of rest after this. You are a complete original Thomas and I can’t wait to see where we go next with the others.” Thomas lifts him up to kiss him on the lips and puts him back down on the ground. Arliss is amazed at how affectionate Thomas can be despite the overwhelming changes. “Uhh wow, there may still be a small part of the old Thomas in there. He seemed like a really touchy-feely type, am I right?” The huge beast grins and shakes his head yes. “Mmm yes, he is still in here boss man. I am quickly figuring out how to manage everything in my mind though. You will find out that I am not a complete douchebag.” They leave the area as Thomas walks with him completely nude as his pecs and cock continue to slowly leak fluids onto the floor. Arliss is unconcerned and knows that he can’t touch the hulk without making him react again. They pass other men who have been watching on the monitors and they are totally in awe. They pass Steve who is sitting in one of the side rooms, he waves and smiles. “Is that man getting this treatment too Arliss?” “Ohh yeah he will Thomas. He came here with another man, but he wasn’t cooperating.” “What about Jessie? I really like him. Will he be getting the same serum?” They stop walking. “No, Jessie’s formula is different. He doesn’t need the initial serum because his body is already jump started due to his gym routine. You had to start from square one and your body drank it up. The second serum you received turned you into a completely new beast.” He stares at Thomas’s sweaty pecs and wants to touch them. The muscle giant notices and shoves them in his face. Arliss leans in to taste both of them and grunts. The initial load that shot from them has subsided and it will require more stimulation to make them react again. They are standing between several men and notice that a lot of them have their cocks hanging freely outside their pants. They want another show, but time is starting to get away from the organizers and this can’t be postponed. Arliss motions for Thomas to go down the hall into the shower area and he will be there shortly. He tells the others to get back into their rooms and behave themselves. This was just the first client, what will be in store for the others? End of Part 6 Mastering the Formula: Motivating the Mind: Marking His Territory:

Check out the previous four parts here: Part 5: The Changes Are Everywhere “No…..no…..stop moving…..I will have to kill you…..I warned you…..uhhhh” Before the dream goes any further, Valentin always wakes up. He has had to revisit it over and over again for weeks, maybe even months at a time. Those few crazy weeks from a couple of years ago where he had to vanquish Domino, Carlos, and a few others keeps being replayed in his mind for some reason and he can’t quite figure out why. He is breathing heavily from where the dream ends and has once again soaked the bed in Bulgarian sweat. A cool breeze is flowing through his Canadian apartment but it isn’t enough to stop the steam emanating from his naked olive skin. He jumps to his feet and walks over to the bathroom light to turn it on. He stares into the mirror and places his right hand over top of the scars he received from that day. Sometimes he wonders if having an immunity to all were viruses is a curse rather than a blessing. He hasn’t spoken to his wishmaster in several years and thinks that maybe he should go visit him in the near future to show him what has resulted from the gift he gave him. For now though, he needs to focus all of his energy on not only stopping the new lycanthrope invasion, but also to build himself up physically. He is scanning his hairy wet body with his hazel-colored eyes and is noticing how much bigger he is now compared to where he was before he started taking the serum. It was formulated for him by Dr. Genesis, a man he met last year after making the move to Canada. The man was given a book that was found at the company where the original lycanthrope massacre occurred. It was discovered by Nathan and Roman after most of the dead bodies were taken to the morgue in a false wall. It appeared that Domino and the organization he worked for were trying to hide their scientific secrets from the Bulgarians fearing that it would end up in the hands of someone in Sofia. The three men managed to get out the facility before the emergency personnel got there. At the time, nobody could understand why the van was completely destroyed, but later on they would get their answer. They ended up having to hide in a nearby storage facility by breaking into one of the units. They stayed there until morning when Valentin told the other two men that they needed to find a way out of the city before they would be sought by the authorities. They agreed and went their separate ways from the Bulgarian. That would be the last time he would see them. He also thought it would be a good idea to keep a low profile for a while so he disappeared. He however also realized after that ordeal that he would need to focus more on matching up with his opponents and not letting them overtake him anymore. He immediately started a new training program shortly after in solitude. He was decently built from when he had to deal with Domino’s wolfy side since he knew that he would probably have to protect himself if something were to go wrong through their interactions. He is now rubbing his left hand along each of the other scars he has earned since the massacre located on his thick, furry pecs and the huge slabs beneath them. He is amazed that he has been able to transform himself into the man that he is now. “I am still learning more about myself every day it appears. I wonder how much further I can go with this serum.” He takes his right hand off of his wide neck to do a few flexes in the mirror with his arms. He leans in to stare at the huge garden hoses bulging from his softball-sized forearms as they stretch all the way up to his furry bloated shoulders. He stops flexing to look down at the sink and picks up a vial full of a clear fluid. He unscrews the dropper from the top and sticks it up to his mouth. He opens and lifts his tongue to place two drops of the fluid underneath before closing his mouth and screwing the dropper back on to the top of the vial. He puts it down back to where it was sitting and stands back about a foot from the mirror. He is completely nude as he turns to his side and then turns slightly to take a look at his backside as it is aimed at the mirror. He starts flexing again, this time to make his back flare outward. He still can’t fathom how he got this big so quickly. He has seen a few bodybuilders up in Canada pose like this so he wanted to know how it felt since he is getting to their level. He can feel his lats pushing his arms out even further to his sides as his delts and traps swell even bigger than before he took the serum just now. He can feel the hormones starting to flow through him and it is making his cock expand and lengthen as a result. Before he started taking the serum several months ago, he was never able to precum, but that all changed after just a couple of doses. A small ribbon of the sticky goo is slowly rolling down the side of his shaft and it is coating his swollen golf-ball sized testicles. He is feeling pretty good now. He is now flexing his furry quads and hamstrings, watching the thick striations in both legs ripple and glisten in the light. The layer of dark-colored Bulgarian fur is much thicker than he remembers, but he loves that he is able to cover what used to be barren areas of his body. The sensations from the serum are now traveling from his crotch all the way down to his feet. He loves the way the serum makes him feel after having a stressful dream, and it is more pleasurable than using his own hand on his cock. He is proud of growing his huge ass from all of those grueling squats he has endured over the past several months as well. He rubs both glutes with his hands and caresses the fur that is over top of them. He checks his anus and makes it wink a couple of times and chuckles to himself. He found out that he preferred being a bottom back when he was with Domino, but with his thicker frame now, it has opened the door to new possibilities including overpowering bigger lovers. He grunts feeling his balls filling up with fresh cum and it is now making his ass ache. He really needs to be with someone at that moment that can put him over the edge and not let it be a complete waste of time. Posing in front of a mirror is nice once in a while, but he is feeling pumped and exceptionally horny after taking this dose for some reason. He knows exactly who he needs to call. He stops staring at himself and leaves the bathroom to go find his cell phone. His hard 9-inch cock is slapping his hairy six slabs of granite with each leap he makes through the room making them contract as they sling precum through each abdominal gap all the way up to the underside of his meaty pecs. He takes one of his fingers to lap up a bit of it and places it on his tongue. He sighs briefly before reaching down to get the phone from his end table and dials up a close Canadian friend that he knows. “Lenny…..what is wrong? For you to call me at this hour, it has to be important eh?” “You could say that Wilson, I am feeling the need for some company. If you know what I mean baby?” The Canadian grunts a few times and laughs. “Ohh, I know exactly what you are telling me. I will be there in a bit, don’t you dare spill any of that cum while I am not there. It is always better to share, right?” Val’s entire body is glistening with sweat as he hangs up the phone and puts it back on the end table beside his bed. His balls are swelling now making his ballsac stretch and hang further down in between his immense legs. He can feel his asshole pulsing in anticipation of being penetrated. He decides to walk over and stand beside his apartment door to wait for Wilson. He is rubbing his hands on his massively veiny 22-inch guns and flexes his giant horseshoe triceps to trace his fingers on them. He can’t remember the last time he has been entranced so much by his own body as he continues to preoccupy himself. He remembers that Wilson hasn’t seen him for a while and will be surprised to see how much bigger he has grown since their last outing together. After ten minutes of standing there entertaining himself and leaking a puddle of pre on the floor, there is a heavy knock on the door. An incredibly deep masculine voice rumbles a few words on the other side. “Your savior is here man. Let this beast in and we can get the show started, don’t you agree?” His voice alone sends sensations up and down Valentin’s well-muscled back as he cracks the door open just enough to take a look at the Canadian lumberjack, who has his enormous left arm sitting on the door frame and his right boot is tapping the ground. Wilson is even bigger than he remembers him. He is wearing a plaid top with just three buttons on the top of it, beneath the longest mane of hair Val has seen on a man. He can tell that the top button is undone and quite frankly it would have been launched airborne anyway if it had in fact been buttoned. His chest is so wide that the two other buttons are struggling to stay intact. His breathing is labored which isn’t unusual for him because he has a tendency to make “errs” and “rrraahhhs”, even when he isn’t talking. He again notices how well-groomed the Canadian’s mane is and how it stretches halfway down his bloated pecs and thick muscle gut. Wilson immediately notices that Valentin has cracked the door open and is laughing. He walks over to him and reaches in with his right arm, where his bloated right bicep is literally starting to break the chain on the door. He is petting the wet Bulgarian’s huge ass and sighs in his ridiculously deep Canadian accent. “EEERRRRMMMMM, I will break this door down Val to get to you. You are making me FUCKING HARD as a tree trunk right now. RRRRAAAAHHHH!” Wilson feels the right sleeve on his shirt rip all the way up to his traps and he loves every second of it. Other tenants are now opening their doors to see what is going on. The volume of the big hulk’s voice is attracting unwanted attention now. He turns to look at all of them with a mean look on his face. “Go back into your rooms. This has nothing to do with any of you. Me and the gentleman are together, you got it?” The latch on the door finally gives way as it flings open. Wilson’s beautiful green eyes enlarge seeing Valentin and his even more incredibly huge muscular body. He walks in and quickly closes the door before locking it behind him. He then reaches down with his bloated right hand and starts slowly ripping his shirt off. The Bulgarian knows how much his Canadian friend loves to savor his power and why clothing is no match for him. It only takes a few seconds before he manages to tear it completely off his insanely huge, hairy, hulking upper body. He motions for Valentin to come to him. “Come over here and let’s compare. I want to know what it feels like to have our chests pressed up against each other.” Val wastes no time as he walks over to him and tries to line up his pecs with his Canadian counterpart’s. Their erect nipples are pretty close in alignment barring a few pounds of course since Wilson’s chest is probably a few inches larger. The nips meet a few times sending ripples through both hulk’s bodies. The Canadian moans deeply feeling their pecs pressing up against each other feeling their heartbeats align as he marvels at how much his friend has grown since the last time he saw him. Their faces are nearly a foot apart and it is really starting to heat Wilson up. “FFFUUUCCCKKK! ERRMMM….” He looks down and notices how tight his pants are and wonders how much longer they can withstand the beast throbbing within them. His cock is being coaxed by his partner’s, which is touching the flap that leads to his zipper. He smirks a little and looks back up at Val. “I would tear these pants off right now, but I rather like them. It isn’t easy to find comfortable clothing to wear over top of these giant logs, you know?” He slowly undoes his well-worn pair of jeans to make his beastly monster flop out to smack the Bulgarian’s own meaty tool. He then pulls them down below his thick ass and hamstrings, while at the same time, kicking his boots off into different directions, before finally tossing them to the side. He moves back up into the same position again and is rubbing his 11-inch rod up against Val’s slightly smaller one. He lets out a grunt as a stream of pre shoots out of his slit and runs down both of their cocks. The sensation on Valentin’s cock is enough for him to spill a bit too as they begin mixing fluids together making both of them moan deeply. “I haven’t been this turned out in months Lenny. Let’s not waste another moment eh?” He immediately reaches down to pick up his partner around the waist with a giant bearhug and has to stabilize his back a bit to adjust to Val’s noticeable weight difference. The excited Bulgarian lets out a loud sigh which makes his Canadian counterpart respond with a deep growl. They are staring into each other’s eyes while Wilson moves his giant hands down to Val’s immense ass to cup both glutes. “RRRRAHHH! You are FUCKING beautiful Valentin, never more so than at this very moment.” For a few seconds, the huge musclebear feels a bit lightheaded from the extreme rush he is experiencing and realizes that the beast inside him is probably trying to surface so he closes his eyes to try and keep from showing his anxiety. “OHH SHIT…..I can’t let him out right now. I will end up destroying…..” Valentin stops him from continuing his train of thought long enough to slide himself over top of the Canadian behemoth’s bloated cock, teasing it along his hole for a few seconds, making the big hulk grunt deeply, before slowly pushing it inside his aching hole. He gasps feeling the raging power of the beast swelling inside him as he tries desperately to get the behemoth to stop worrying. He reaches up to yank on Wilson’s thick brown mane and stares directly into his big green eyes. “Focus on ravaging me, you big hunky bear, and he won’t come out. I can handle anything you do to me now, but you are right, the inner beast probably would hurt a lot of people if he decided to make an unexpected entrance.” After making several deep growls, Wilson quickly wraps Valentin’s legs around his mammoth torso and begins to deeply thrust inside him. Their eyes remain transfixed on each other as they move their way over to the bed. The Bulgarian turns his head around to look at it and smirks. “I don’t really want to buy another bed again beast, it will cost me…..” “SHUT UP Lenny, I will get you another one, okay?” Wilson quickly hops onto the bed as it crashes to the ground before getting down on his knees still holding his partner. He positions Val’s lower body to sit on his heaving chest while he continues to pound his lover into oblivion. The energy is intensifying now that they are finally in a place where they can concentrate on pleasuring each other, even though Valentin wants to be able to feel Wilson’s muscles. The lusty bottom looks up at him and wants to feel his partner’s face, but he can’t reach it in that position, so he motions for the Canadian to lean down to plant a kiss on his lips. “I would kiss you Lenny if I could, but I can’t reach your mouth. *laughs deeply* However, I can compensate by pumping you full of so much cum that you won’t be hungry for days. Does that sound like a good alternative, eh?” He decides to slow his rhythm down so he can keep pulling out to watch Val’s gaping hole pulse and his own power tool throb wildly. The synchronicity between them is almost trancelike as this continues for what seems like eons. He has finally found another man that can keep up with his endurance and he doesn’t want to waste it so he keeps promising that he will cum soon only to make his partner moan again when he plugs him for several more jabs. He finally feels the flood moving from inside his balls to his shaft after about thirty heart-pounding minutes of power fucking. Val own cock is a deep purple and it is making him lose his mind from the abuse his prostate has been enduring. Wilson yells out a few “rrraaahhhs” before shoving his thick rod as far in as he can possible go. The volume of his cum floods Valentin’s insides and makes the equally impressive bottom spray himself with his own violent load. They are both absolutely spent from this session as both of the behemoths lie in place breathing heavily as they remain locked together. The bald-headed Canadian starts to pull his cock out, but Val stops him. “No, leave it in there beast. It will keep the other you from trying to come out. You remember the last time we had a round like this don’t you?” Wilson’s thick mane and veiny head is lying on his own heaving pecs as he starts laughing and grunting at the same time. “HA HA HA! You have a point there stud. *has trouble catching his breath* I have to stand back up though Lenny. I’m sorry. I wish I could sit here for a while longer, but I am having so much difficulty with my breathing that I need to get up.” He quickly pulls out of his partner’s hole and tries to lift himself off the ground on his own accord, but fails. Now both of the hulks are trying to help each other up to their feet, flexing their arms to balance their weight so they can get up at the same time. After about a minute of struggling, they finally manage to get up and rub each other down a few times. Their eyes lock on each other once again. “Pick me up big lug so we can finally kiss. I have wanted to lock my lips on yours since I have seen you tonight. I know we don’t have much time if you are feeling “him” coming along.” Wilson grins and his eyes widen as he wraps his arms around Val’s thick and veiny waist and lifts him just above his pec shelf. They lean in to each other and match up with each other’s mouths, which is more difficult than you would imagine. The Bulgarian has to part a few strands of hair in the Canadian’s bushy beard before he can do so. The beastly man shoves his tongue down his partner’s throat as they finally kiss each other. It is a passionate and rewarding kiss as they both moan deeply into each other; while holding each other’s heads with one hand and their other hand on each other’s pumped necks. This lasts for about another two minutes before Val finally motions for Wilson to let go so he can climb down off of the hairy behemoth. “I have missed you beast. I had to show you what the serum has done for me over the past few months and I knew that you would approve once you got a look at my results.” Wilson is still sweating like a fiend despite the fact that the room has cooled even further from when he got there. Valentin has seen his partner do this more than once and knows what will happen if the Canadian doesn’t get out of there soon. “It is FUCKING awesome what it is doing for you baby, I want to see you BLOW UP into something that barely resembles a human. Don’t you want that, eh? I mean…..you might actually get there if you continue with these treatments. We really need you to get as MASSIVE as possible because we need you badly in the were community.” He can now feel “him” at the pit of his stomach as he reaches down to clutch his wet, hairy, distended eight-pack. Val quickly rushes over to open the doors to the balcony so he can get his partner outside. The air is even colder now as they both make their way to the edge of the bannister on the seventh floor. Wilson is gripping the rail with his huge hands as he leans his head over towards the ground. Val has positioned himself to be about three feet away from him to keep his distance in case there is a problem. He can hear his friend growling under his breath, and in a weird way, it is exciting him. The Canadian hulk is looking over at him and shakes his head a few times. “I sometimes wonder if the real reason why you are so interested in me is because of the other me. *shakes his head and does a few more “errs”* SSHHIITT….. *stomps his big feet a few times* It shouldn’t feel like I am about to have a full body orgasm, but it does…..” Val’s cock is bouncing up and down because it can sense the changes that are about to commence inside the Canadian behemoth’s body. He is aware how dangerous Wilson will be once the transformation is complete, but he also hopes that his massive lover can rein in the beast better than in previous instances. He has been attempting to merge with the monster from within his skin for quite some time, and hopefully this time it will happen without his friends getting hurt in the process. Wilson’s beard is gradually falling off his face now as his hands and feet start cracking and popping loudly. He is growling and groaning yanking on the balcony railing until it nearly comes off its hinges. Valentin is transfixed on what is happening to them as his partner’s fingers and toes are being broken off his body as four dark, hulking, paws quickly push forward to replace them. He is in agony, but still manages to get a few words out. “RRRRAAAAHHHH FFFUUUCCCKKK! Ahhh, I don’t even feel pain anymore Lenny. I don’t want to look at them…..I know it has to be a FUCKING mess, eh? I felt all of them break off and yet I didn’t…..” He stops moving to arch his huge back as vast amounts of dark brown fur start to accumulate just beneath his skin. He almost laughs as his already immense muscles in his back begin growing even larger as they start to double up on each other. He is trying to brace himself feeling the werebear taking over his entire body. He is still staring at his lover, frothing at the mouth now as it struggles to stay in its human form. His teeth are breaking off revealing his growing incisors and fangs as they tear his face apart. His flesh is being decimated as all of his muscles are barely visible beneath his new covering. The crunching and stretching of his gigantic muscles is making the balcony unstable as his human form finally surrenders to the more ferocious beast emerging. His new paws have grown to twice their original size now as the skin that is remaining on his body completely rips completely off, exposing the newly formed brown carpet that is now covering his entire gigantic growing frame. The huge cock that was dangling between his legs has been completely covered over by a thick sheath that now resides beneath the hulking bear gut he is growing. His thickly muscled paws are growing claws that probably measure nearly two feet long. The shape of his skull is the final area that is changing as it cracks and pops several times to make room for his newly formed ears and the thick muzzle that is growing outward to accommodate the giant teeth that now reside within his mouth. He has never stopped looking at Valentin throughout the entire process which has made the mesmerized Bulgarian both terrified and horny. The balcony’s bannister is breaking off under the weight of were Wilson’s giant bear legs as it falls down to the sidewalk underneath them. There is barely anything that is even remotely human about the Canadian now, as he tries to stand up on two of his four monstrously huge hulking tree trunks that have just finished transforming. Val is quite dazed after seeing his partner change from being a giant hairy hulk into a larger, furrier, and much more dangerous version of his self. He can still see Wilson’s beautiful green eyes from inside the beast’s head, which does give the Bulgarian some pause because he doesn’t remember that ever happening before. He moans feeling a giant load in his balls building up as the massive, 12-foot, 1,500 pound behemoth that is in front of him attempts to lunge for his body with its claws. He jumps out of the way though and lands back inside the apartment as the werebear loses its footing and goes over the edge of the balcony and falls onto the ground beneath them. Val spills his load all over the floor and loses consciousness as the sounds of cars being smashed to pieces and sirens going off in the distance are heard everywhere throughout the city. End of Part 5

“Ehh…..it feels really weird, is that supposed to happen?” Thomas looks at the medical assistant as they pull the syringe out of the opening to the needle that is in his left arm. He looks like he is going to be sick as he starts sweating a bit. Arliss turns back around in his chair and tells Cliff that he better get back in there because he can tell that Thom is going to have a bad reaction to the serum. The mentor jumps from his seat and rushes back into the medical area to stay with his young client. Arliss starts talking to Steve again. “I sent Cliff back in there because sometimes the serums can make the guys sick. It almost always happens to the smaller ones. Thomas’s body is not able to handle the rapid muscle tearing so he will probably vomit a few times before he gets used to the whole process. Don’t worry he will be okay, he just needs a little bit of reassurance from Cliff.” Steve seems okay with the whole scenario as Arliss stands up and turns to look at the guys in the back. “Guys, I need all of you to leave the area and go watch this in the viewing room. I know some of you will be critical of him and I don’t want him to get overworked any more than he already has. His body is going to obviously take quite a beating so be courteous.” There are several groans as the men stand up and shuffle out and into the viewing area located just a few feet away. Arliss sits back down with Steve as they watch Cliff retrieves a bucket from one of the medical assistants to put it in front of Thomas’s face and torso. It is obvious now that the young man is going to lose whatever he ate earlier that morning. He looks at his mentor and is very scared. “I feel like I am going to die Cliff. Are you sure this is safe?” “You will be sick for a few minutes Thomas. This is normal. Your body has not experienced something this extreme before. You will get through this and after the first dosage kicks in, you will be feeling a lot different.” One of the medical assistants attaches the IV bag back to Thomas’s right arm again to make sure he is hydrated after he vomits. After a few minutes, he throws up twice and is feeling a bit weak. Cliff rubs his back and can tell that the young man’s body is getting ready to change. Leathery sounds are heard coming from Thom’s body as he tries to relax for a few seconds. Cliff runs his hands along his client’s sensitive muscle fibers down his back as they slowly swell beneath his skin. His breathing is a bit compromised but he is starting to feel a bit better. “You’re right Cliff. I am feeling better although I can’t seem to feel my arms and legs anymore.” The hunky personal coach notices that Thomas’s arms are twitching and are involuntarily flexing as well. He seems to be unaware of the loud popping that is radiating from his biceps and triceps as they lose the flat look that they used to have before the serum was introduced. The veins and muscles in his forearms are starting to bulge just ever so slightly as the growth moves down to his quads and calves as well. Cliff’s eyes immediate lock on to Thom’s crotch as he watches his client’s cock stretch down his left leg. The shy young man can certainly feel what is happening in that area because he is gripping the arm rests tightly. It is a surprisingly large bulge as it stops halfway down his fairly-developed calf, which has veins and a nice dusting a hair that he previously didn’t have before. It leaves a small wet spot at the end of his cockhead as Cliff takes one of his hands and places it just underneath it. Thomas’s face is looking a bit firmer as two well-pronounced dimples form in his cheeks. His glasses are now slightly stretched as his head expands a couple of inches. His flat chest has miraculously formed two very firm pectoral muscles that seems like they came out of nowhere to fill in a bit of the gap that was in the sides of his tank top. His abs do the same from the inside his body everyone can now see the indentations of an eight-pack in his midsection from underneath the top. Thomas is looking at Cliff and looks as if he is a bit drunk from the formula’s dosage. His mentor smiles back at him, while rubbing his back with one hand and caressing the cockhead in his pants with the other. “It appears to be working Thomas. You look like you have been working out quite a bit now. That was just the first dosage as well because this was supposed to jumpstart your muscles.” The medical assistant that injected the first dosage into him is now checking both of the needles to see if they need to be moved around or not because it appears as if his upper body is absorbing the solution more than his calves and quads are. His 15” biceps keep tensing which is creating a slight issue. Cliff is aware that Thomas is starting to enjoy what is happening to him because he keeps leaning his head over to the sides to rub his stubbly face on his bigger round shoulders. At the moment, Thomas has probably grown to around a very athletic 165-175 pound range and that is only after the first dose. After a couple of adjustments to the needles in his arms, the serum bag is removed and the medical assistant is ready to put the second serum in. Before they do though, the man from earlier gets on to speak through the intercom system. “Congratulations Mr. Mangold on getting through the hardest part of your transformation. Your body is now prepared for the more appropriate doses it will be exposed to. The body you have now is normally where our clients begin in their metamorphosis. We anticipate that you will probably gain a fair amount of muscle in the next cycle so you will probably be feeling a considerable amount of pressure coming from every square inch of your frame. Mr. Byutov, I will need you to set up the bigger chair that is found in our primary medical area and then have the young man get up from the one he is in. Mr. Mangold, your mentor will help you over to the big boy seat because you are going to need it. Our medical personnel will follow you over there so don’t worry about the needles leaving your arms.” The previously shy Canadian man is now bouncing his cock in his pants as it drips precum down his leg and onto the floor. “I am now craving it Cliff. I didn’t feel this way just a couple of minutes ago, but now it is all I think about.” “Try to keep your emotions in check Thomas. We have had some issues in the past with a few guys who ended up completely losing their minds over this. They eventually calmed down after the transformations were complete, but it was very scary at first. I will need to leave for a few minutes so try to behave yourself.” He points over Thomas’s right shoulder to show him where it is and leaves. As Cliff does, Arliss gets up from his seat and tells Steve to follow the other men into the back area so he can watch on the monitors. They don’t want there to be any major distractions since it appears that this is going to be a more complicated procedure. He walks into the medical area and watches as the medical personnel undo his grips and hold on to the tubes attached to his syringes as he is helped up by the huge supervisor. Arliss wraps his right arm around the young stud’s waist and lifts him up slowly to get him out of the chair. The formerly gawky nerd is now looking a bit better with the extra bulk. There are veins pulsing in his head against his stretched glasses. The older man is now trying to move him over to the chair fairly quickly to keep the entire process moving along. He helps him up into the chair where Cliff is setting the straps up to be wrapped around the horny muscle nerd’s arms and legs so he is tightly secured without any kind of movement. The medical personnel that are with him are now setting his IV syringes in place. The stronger serum is going to be administered strictly to his right arm this time. He will be fed an IV solution into his left arm because his body is going to need considerably more nutrients when the process is completed. Arliss is now standing in front of the fit man and is watching him closely. His cock is peeking out the bottom of his shorts now. Thomas sighs as he relaxes his body in the chair and leans back. The sweat is pouring profusely from all of his orifices now. He looks at Arliss and seems to be in a really good mood now. Cliff is wrapping the straps around Thomas’s arms and legs and making sure they are as tight as possible. The serum hasn’t even been administered to him yet and yet the veins in his body are already looking as if they are going to blow up. Now Cliff is standing with Arliss in front of the stressed muscle nerd. “Look at me Thomas. Stay relaxed and let the serum consume you. Your body is craving it so much that I am afraid you might stop breathing or your heart will stop.” Cliff looks at Arliss for assistance. “I think he will be fine actually. This is probably going to be an incredible success when it is all said and done. I wonder if we should remove his glasses or not? *smirks at Cliff* Hmm, maybe not. I may actually cum in my pants watching him destroy them.” Both men nod their heads at the medical doctors as they attach the serum to his right arm. It starts to flow into his body after a few seconds. He is gripping the chair tightly, feeling it reach his mind as his breathing gets noticeably heavier. His cock is spilling even more precum now. Thomas is moaning as the serum starts to expand his cock. The huge vein that is visible from beneath his shorts is swelling to the point that it is slowly starting to rip the fabric. Cliff and Arliss look on in amazement. Their cocks are bouncing wildly in their pants now. Thomas was already quite endowed to begin with, but the fact that it has expanded even further especially when it is powerful enough to tear through fabric is shocking the men that have already went through the same process. Cliff decides to speak to Thomas to see if he is coherent enough to talk. “Uhh…..How are you doing Thomas? *tries not to look at his huge 12” shaft* I think you are enjoying yourself immensely, am I right?” Thomas laughs as his voice goes down about two more octaves. He notices the difference immediately as his eyes dilate and he feels his balls destroying his underwear. They are now stretching the front of his shorts to its limits. He is close to shooting a load already since he has never felt such sheer ecstasy in his entire life. “Mmm god Cliff, I thought I would hate this, but I was stupid for ever thinking otherwise. Mmm yes……YES…..I can feel my muscles begging for it. AHHH…..can’t…..talk…..anymore…..I must feel EVERY…..SINGLE…..FIBER…..GROWING……” The young Canadian begins grunting as his legs and torso are now reacting to the serum. His shorts are struggling to stay intact as his quads and glutes begin to separate the seams. Arliss is staring at Thomas’s growing toes as the arches of his feet elongate and thicken. His calves are squeaking as they widen and part to form hardened upside-down hearts. The fur on his legs is also thickening to create a cover for his swelling lower half. Once his shorts surrender to the power that is emerging from within them, his cock and balls flop a few times. He shoots a few ropes of cum into the air and it hits Cliff in the face. The shocked man rubs his fingers on his face and slowly licks them. The taste is so good, that he feels it surge through his body. His cock reacts as it spills a load of its own down his legs. At the same time, Thomas can feel his arms reacting to the serum as he feels an incredible amount of pressure welling up from inside both forearms. He can’t take his eyes off of them as the muscles from within stretch and swell, expanding beneath the straps and fighting to break free. The young Canadian is smiling as his eyes scan past his arms midpoint and as he watches his biceps and triceps swelling and bulging bigger than he ever imagined possible on his formerly small frame. The glasses on his face are unable to take anymore as the rims snap off his face and fall into his lap. The veins swell and bulge even more than before as the hair on top of his head falls off. He is growing a thick beard on his chin and it feels amazing to him. He doesn’t know where to look next as he looks down to watch his pecs and abs transform beneath his white tee. The sensations coming from all over his body is making him produce more testosterone which naturally results in more cum being spilled as he launches a few more jets in front of him. Both Cliff and Arliss are beyond boned as they both try to catch his spunk on their faces, laughing in the process. Since it is full of extra charged hormones, they are feeling it hit their own crotches, prompting more spillage. They look at each other and decide to strip down to just their thongs, which is not distracting Thomas at all. Arliss is grunting feeling a huge load building up in his ballsac while Cliff caresses his thickly-muscled hairy body with his hands and is dripping onto the floor through his thong. End of Part 5

Check out the first three parts here: “I want to speak with whoever is in charge of this place, alright?” “Sir, you are not allowed to come in here and demand anything like that. This event is purely invitation only. If you don’t leave at this moment, we will be forced to call the authorities here.” Riley Cera has managed to get enough information together to find out where his ex-boyfriend Jessie Aberdeen is located. His boyfriend Steve Lopes was talked into tagging along only because he cares enough for Riley to let him search for his ex. He is built remarkably different from Jessie as well. While Riley is fairly fit like Jessie, Steve has a much larger frame and probably hasn’t seen a gym in quite some time. As Riley continues to argue with the people at the entry gate into the facility, Steve receives a tap on his back. When he turns around, an extremely well-muscled man puts his hand out to shake his own. “Hello there big guy, what is the problem here and how may I be of service to you?” Steve is quite stunned by the size and muscularity of the man as he stares into the man’s deep green eyes. The man smirks and Steve puts his hand out to shake his. The man’s grip is amazing as it envelops his own hand. Incredibly, they fit together like a glove which immediately gets the attention of the big hulking stud. He peers around Steve’s shoulder and sees Riley arguing with the other men. He returns his focus to Steve. “Does your friend have an issue with someone here by chance? I am willing to listen to what he has to say.” Steve finally manages to utter a few words to him. “Uhh well, he is looking for one of his friends that won a contest a few days back. His name is Jessie Aberdeen…..I mean his friend’s name is Jessie. *points behind him* That is my boyfriend Riley Cera. He wanted to come along with Jessie I think and he is worried that he is being held here against his will.” The man seems a bit confused with this description and shakes his head no. “I will have you know, I have met Jessie and he certainly is not being held here against his will. I have spent some time with him and never once did I ever get the impression that he was unhappy to be here. I should introduce myself, my name is Arliss Mancari. I am one of the leaders of that program that selects three winners every year from a random list of gyms to not only change men’s physical frames, but also their mental capabilities as well. In the case of Jessie, I feel like he is probably going to be one of this organization’s biggest success stories.” Arliss looks at Steve’s thick frame as well as his face and can see how handsome he is despite the additional fat around his midsection. He is even tempted to suggest giving him a special invitation to enter the program. “What is your name so I can help you out?” “Ohh, well mine is Steve Lopes. I’m only here because of Riley…..” “Why don’t you follow me Steve, I think we can find Jessie for you here.” Arliss gets in front of Steve and shows him into a side door as Riley watches them out of the corner of his eye. He stops arguing with the men he is with and stomps his feet. “What the ever-loving fuck? He didn’t even want to be here with me and he gets to go in? This is complete bullshit.” Two very large muscular men come up from behind the aggravated man and pick him up before taking him into another side door located on the other side of the complex. They sit him down in a room and place him in a chair that has metal locks attached to it. They slide them around his arms and legs and make sure that he is not loose before going out the same doors they came in from. A door opens from behind him and closes as very soft footsteps eventually dissipate as a man in medical scrubs walks in front of him and sits down in an adjustable chair. He has a tablet in his hand and seems to be in a bit of a slight rush. “So…..I was summoned here after hearing about your little incident outside. Would you like to tell me why I was interrupted from my incredibly important research to come down here and resolve such a small matter?” Riley looks around the room to study his surroundings and to figure out exactly why he would be placed in a chair like this. “All I want to do is find my ex Jessie Aberdeen. He is somewhere in this place and I want to make sure that he is being treated alright. He won a contest through his gym and somehow this place is supposed to make him extremely muscular or something like that.” The man smiles slightly as he puts a finger or two on his chin. “What you have told me is true. Mr. Aberdeen was indeed selected for our program here and he will be rewarded shortly as promised. *looks at his tablet* So…..it seems that you brought another man here with you….Steve Lopes…..hmmm yes…..he is an excellent candidate for the company.” He looks up at Riley again as the constrained man looks at him in bewilderment. “You kept telling my guards that your name was Riley Cera. Mr. Aberdeen has mentioned you before during his orientation; however, unlike your friend Mr. Aberdeen and in fact the man you brought here with you Mr. Lopes, you are not a good candidate for us here at the Guild. I do think that there is another facility that can help you with your issue, but I will have to give you a sedative first.” The medical individual gets up from his seat at the same time Riley starts badgering him. “Why am I in these constraints? Seriously what is going on here and who the hell are you? What the fuck is the Guild? Are you doing something to Jessie? I am so fucking fed up with…..” The man stops him before he asks another question. “For your information, I happen to own this facility and have helped quite a few men with their problems. Sure they were resistant at first, but they got along just fine after they were given a little more information about what was going to happen to them. You see, I am a doctor with quite a long list of success stories and people trust me a lot. I am also incredibly busy so I need to get moving or I will likely disappoint one of the lucky winners of our contest. My assistant will help you get some sleep. Ohh and in case you need to talk to me again, just ask for Dr. Ross Bloodstone.” The man leaves quickly as another one walks into the room with a syringe full of grey liquid. Riley yells at the doctor as he leaves, but it is futile because the assistant with the syringe plunges it into his neck and squeezes the solution into his body. Riley falls asleep after just a few seconds as the two big men from earlier come in, undo the restraints, and carry him through the back door that Dr. Bloodstone came through. Arliss and Steve are now in an area of the complex that few people get to see. The huge hulk and the big beefy South American stud are watching a medical scientist create a formula and mix a few ingredients of it together before it is placed into a vial. Then a few syringes are filled with the serum and put on a tray before it is carted out into another area to be used later. “So Steve…..that serum that you just saw being put into that vial is a specially formulated recipe meant for one of the three finalists of the lottery. In this case, the client’s name is Thomas Mangold. In the next few minutes, he will be rewarded with a brand new lease on life. After that, then Jessie Aberdeen will be given his reward. Do you want to watch the transformation?” Steve seems a bit perplexed at first but quickly makes a decision. “Yeah sure, sounds interesting.” They both leave the lab and walk into a seating area with a lot of other huge men sitting in the back. Arliss has Steve sit next to him in the front about thirty feet from where a chair with straps is set up with the tray table they saw earlier and a few medical personnel working on setting up the station. Cliff Byutov walks in from behind the two men and sits directly behind them. Both Arliss and Steve turn around to talk to him and the beefy man is introduced. “Hello there Cliff, I want you to meet Steve Lopes. He is someone I met outside just a little bit ago at the front gate. *has Steve put his hand out to shake Cliff’s* Why don’t you two have a small chat before the festivities begin.” They have a brief conversation before Cliff and Arliss start talking about Thomas. “I think that Thom is reluctantly open to this Arliss. He spent some time with Jessie a few hours ago and he calmed him down. Afterwards, I sat down with him and he was much different. I don’t really want his personality to change too much because I think maybe, just maybe, he could be a match for me.” Steve wonders if this is the Jessie that his boyfriend Riley used to date and is trying to find out. He pulls on Arliss’s short-sleeved, but skin-tight shirt to get his attention. “Is this Jessie Aberdeen you two are talking about?” Both Cliff and Arliss smile at him and shake their heads yes. “To be honest guys, I don’t really see a problem with Jessie being here. This place seems like it is doing a great service for a lot of guys. Besides…..*sighs*…..me and Riley are not that tight. I just came along because he wouldn’t come here alone.” Arliss puts his right arm around Steve’s upper body and pulls him a little closer to him. “Ohh I could tell that you and your boyfriend were not that close, which is why you are with me and the other guys. I think after one or two of these guys are transformed, we should go have you give us a blood sample so we can formulate a serum for you. *lifts Steve’s shirt to let his big hairy belly fall out* What you have here is not a terrible thing Steve. *rubs up and down on the thick fur and grunts* You can remain thick and beefy, but be much more powerful than you are now.” Steve looks into Arliss’s deep green eyes and seems pretty open to what he is saying. “I am pretty interested to know what I would look like under this flab. I used to work out a ton a few years ago and had to give it up because of a back injury. Will that be a factor?” Cliff shakes his head no. “At first maybe man, but the pain only lasts for a minute or two because your spine and whatever discs are messed up need to be realigned to handle whatever muscle is added or repaired. You are a very handsome man now Steve, but you will be insanely hot when you are transformed. *looks at Arliss again* Maybe this time you will strike it rich Mancari. An Italian and a Chilean I am guessing.” Steve is amazed and shakes his head yes. He is shocked that Cliff would know that. “Wow great guess man. I think you both have talked me into this.” As the conversation continues, Thomas Mangold walks out in a loose white t-shirt and black shorts with slippers on. One of the medical assistant’s tells him to sit in the chair so they can lock his arms and legs into place. He is looking very anxious as he looks through a glass panel and sees several of the mentors sitting in the back and Arliss and Cliff with Steve in the front. He waves slowly at Cliff as the big man gets up to walk over to a side door before going through it. He wants to calm Thom’s nerves so the medical personnel can put a couple of needles into his arms so they can start to nourish his body. “I know you hate needles Thomas, but they will be putting them in to feed you. This is just part of the process. *sees the three syringes on the tray and picks them up* Each one of these is for a different stage of your transformation. It gets considering easier with each one because your body will be adding density so the needles will barely hurt at all.” He gives Thomas a nice firm hug and turns to go back into the seating area. While they were talking, the medical personnel managed to get the needles into him and have attached IV bags to both arms. He is a little calmer, but still not feeling comfortable with his surroundings. At this point, a man walks in with a tablet in his hand as he stands in front of the lottery winner and the seating area. Everyone is now looking at the man. “Good afternoon mentors in the audience and welcome to this year’s muscle lottery. Today’s first lucky winner is Thomas Mangold, a 22-year old man from Maine. Mr. Mangold has a relatively thin frame and has what you would consider a potential musclenerd like mentality. I know a few of you here today enjoy these types of physical changes because you were once in his shoes. *looks directly at Thomas* I hope you are ready young man because the wait is over. My medical team that is attending to you is quite experienced and won’t let you down. I will be watching you from the cameras located all over the room. Are you comfortable in your chair?” Thomas moves his hands and legs in the chair to see if the constraints are tight enough and they seem to be, but two of the medical assistant’s make them tighter because he isn’t supposed to have that much freedom in them. “Are we good team? Great, I will see you later then Mr. Mangold. We will begin in just a few moments. Have a wonderful afternoon everyone.” The man leaves as the IV bags are detached from the needles in Thomas’s arms after a few minutes. One of the assistant’s picks up one of the syringes and takes the lid off before sliding it into the left needle. They slowly squeeze the serum into Thomas’s body as he shivers feeling it flow into his arm and throughout his entire body. Several men in the audience start talking amongst themselves as they wait in anticipation of what will happen next. End of Part 4

When i was 16 years old i went to my doctors for my pre school year physical. My doctor was a very attractive mid 40s woman of lithuanian desent. I think she was into either fitness modeling or very lightcore body building. She had the most amazing legs which she usually had exposed by wearing a skirt every time i ever went there. She also usually wore strappy leather gladiator sandals or leather thong sandals. Anyway, by that age i would go into the exam room by myself for my physicals. When she came into the room i was sitting on the exam table and she greeted me as usual. I was wearing short silk running shorts with briefs under them and i had on a tank top. I also had on no show ankle socks and my nike running shoes. She had me undress with the exception of my socks and underwear. She took my blood pressure and as she looked down she noticed my huge stiff cock pushing against the inside of my underwear. I blushed but she just smiled and kept pumping up the blood pressure cuff. She then listened to my heart and lungs with her stethoscope and then hung that back around her neck. She turned around and walked over to the counter to record the info on my chart. With her back to me i could not stop staring at her perfect thighs and calves. She turned back around quickly and caught me staring down at her perfectly toned legs. She just smiled and scrunched the bridge of her nose. Then she had me lay on my back on the exam table and at this point there was absolutely no way to hide my hard cock. It stood straight up from inside my underwear and a wet precum stain was forming where the tip of my cock was pushing out against the inside of my underwear. She told me to put my feet on the table and thrust my hips up off the table a bit. When i did she slid my underwear off my ass and then down to where my feet were at on the table. She had me pick up my feet and she slid my underwear completely off me. She told me to scoot my butt to the end of the exam table and she pulled out the stirrups and had me put my feet in them. By now i was so horny that a small breeze would have made me cum. She picked up my medical chart on her clipboard and jotted down a couple notes. Then she asked me if i had any questions about my body, masturbation or sex. I hesitantely brought up the subject of masturbation and she just smiled and began explaining that it was normal and healthy. She asked me how often i masturbated and i told her. As a medical professional im sure she wasnt surprised by my answer of several times a day. Then she said. You know what this gives me an idea. Would you like to try an experimantal treatment i have been developing?. I asked her what it was and she told me it was a testosterone booster for young men that helps with quicker and easier muscle growth and development. I quickly agreed and she made me sign a paper which i truthfully did not read. Still laying naked on my back with my legs in stirrups she swabed my arm with an alcohol wipe and gave me 2 shots. One i assume was a vaccination booster and the other i assume was the experimental drug i signed off on. Then all of a sudden my allready rock hard cock started to throb as precum trailed down my shaft and pooled on my abdomen. She placed a blood pressure cuff on my left calf and pumped it up. She told me to flex and i did. Then she deflated it. She turned aroud and wrote something on my chart. She turned back around and in her hand she had a jar of vaseline. She dipped her middle finger in and came out with a good amount on her finger. She worked it into her hand and then much to my surprise she gently grabbed my cock and started stroking it ever so gently yet in a very professional manner. My breath deepened and my eyes rolled back in my head as she continued to stroke me. She told me to just relax and dont be afraid to let go if the feelings get to be too intense. Little did he know that i was very practiced at eging myself and had very good control over my body and its reaction to stimulus. She began stroking me faster and gripping my cock harder and working the head. I was panting like a dog by now and i looked her in the eyes and told her just how fuckin sexy i thought she was. I told her that i have always fantisized about her perfect legs and feet. She smiled again and did the scrunch of her nose bridge which totally drove me nuts. She stood between my legs facing me and she told me that w had to measure my percentsge of flex again. I looked at her confused but she just said try to relax your legs. She pumped up the blood pressure cuff on my calf again and she told me to flex my calves as hard as i could which was not a problem because i was flexing them all along until she made me stop. I was using the flexing as a means of coping with the pleasure i was encountering. She looked at me with a very cocky glance and said. Oh yeah its working. I looked down to see what she was talking about and noticed that since she started edging me that i had actually started to grow larger and more muscular. My calves were much more muscular than they were just 20 minutes before. She explained that she was using the blood pressure cuff to measure my growth. I was almost overcome with pleasure at this point and i could feel my face flushing a shade of red that is not natural. Just then i felt her sliding a lubed finger along my ass and then she gently and swiftly slid her middle finger in and quickly located my prostate. Immediately it felt like there were 1000 small fingers inside the head of my cock tickling it. I arched my back and grabbed the edges of the exam table as i yelled so loudly that i swore there is no way the people in the waiting room didnt hear me. "Oh fuck im gonna cum" i shot a huge load of cum that hit the wall behing the exam table. She wiped the vaseline and cum from her hands and once again pumped up the blood pressure cuff on my left calf. She made me flex it again and she then deflated it and removed it. She smiled and told me that it is working. She wrote something else on my chart and said. Ok good, the treatment is going to work.  from that day forward everytime i masturbated or had sex i would temporarily grow bigger and more muscular.

You can find the first three parts here: Part 4: After several minutes, Brice gets up from the table and walks into the nearby hallway. He is still a bit woozy from the ordeal he just experienced, but for the first time in years, he feels as if he is going to be alright on the inside. He is still nude and is unconsciously rubbing the thick grayish skin on his chest and legs feeling the new textures of his fresh hardened skin. It makes his cock jump a few times as it dribbles a few drops of precum onto the floor beneath him. He is looking around at his surroundings and is noticing things he hasn’t seen for the first time since he has been there. There are several rooms on both sides of the corridor he is standing in. Each one of them has a red shield with square boxes around them, flames are superimposed on top of the shields, and they are in numerical order. The east hall is where he was before in the cages and the west hall, which looks as if it is nearly a mile away down the aisle, is where a door is open. It appears to be where the doctor’s exam rooms and offices are located. Brice quickly realizes that he is in an unmarked area of the property and which makes him shake his head a few times. This is obviously a much bigger operation than he previously anticipated. Dr. Cain Darkori opens a door approximately ten feet away from him and walks through it. He is glistening with sweat and appears to be a bit winded. He spots Brice and walks down the hall to see him. He smiles and puts his thick and powerful hands on the gray-skinned man’s shoulders and squeezes them. Brice lightly winces but feels a sense of warmth run through him. “Are you feeling a bit better now Brice? I managed to get Owen down for a long nap I think. You won’t have to worry about Damien for a while either. He went and got his frustrations out on another one of our patients.” Brice looks into the huge hulking red doctor’s eyes and is quite smitten with him. Cain immediately notices this and wraps his huge hairy veiny arms around the gray man’s waist to lift him up into his embrace. Brice’s swollen gray cock is finding its way inside the doctor’s lab coat and it is resting on his furry black chest, rubbing its sticky goo on him. Cain smiles, showing off his perfectly formed white teeth and fangs. They are noticeably longer now than he remembers and it feels like he is heating up as his breathing starts to get a bit heavier. It is a side that Brice has not really seen of him before other than what he saw happening in the exam room. He is moving his hands up and down Brice’s back to comfort him. “Mmm, I have to say that you do turn me on a bit Brice. You are more my type now that you have transitioned to this look. Our bigger halves are getting a bit more acquainted judging by how we are responding to each other.” He also realizes that maybe it is a bit too soon to be fraternizing with someone that just recently returned back to their human form. He carries Brice down the hall and into an extremely large shower area where the two stop for a moment or two. The huge hairy red-skinned doctor turns on the cold water in front of one of the showerheads in hopes of cooling them both off. The cascading of the water as it hits Cain does little to keep Brice’s eyes from wandering up and down the huge man’s thick frame as it completely soaks his lab coat and pants. The immense muscles in his hairy chest are now entirely visible underneath the fabric. He continues to breathe heavily as his gray partner leans in to smell the incredible stench being emitted from the horny doctor’s pulsing neck and scruffy face. “Doctor, I can’t seem to control myself despite your efforts to cool me off. I am being compelled to pleasure you from whatever is residing inside my body.” Brice’s cock and balls are now swelling as they rub against the doctor’s thick abs as his growing rod reaches the underside of his meaty pecs. It is squirting precum, coating the area between both of the doctor’s huge chest mountains. His gray partner starts licking his swollen neck which is bringing him to the point of no return. He can feel his own power tool expanding to the point that it is ready to explode out of his pants. “UHHH BRICE…..*feels numerous waves of adrenaline flowing through him*. MMMMM FUCK…..*a few popping sounds come from his neck*. I haven’t been this hot for someone in…..” He is huffing now feeling his pants creaking now that they are literally painted to his body. The giant bulge that has been torturing his zipper for several minutes finally bursts its way out as the doctor’s massive, veiny cock continues to grow. He is about to let himself go as he feels Brice groaning, feeling his partner’s entire body stretching, swelling, growing against him and in his hands. His own hands do the same as his nails elongate and become sharper. It appears that they are both doing so in sync with each other. The cold water that was supposed to diffuse the situation has failed to prevent the transformation process from commencing. Cain can feel the seams on his pants being pulled apart by the colossal mass that is emerging from them both from behind and along both sides of his lower half. He shoves his thick demonic fingers in between the two growing bloated gray globes to prepare them for what they will have to endure shortly. Brice’s swelling tits are pressing up against his lover as he moans deeply feeling his hole being massaged. He is humping Cain’s swelling fingers as they slowly stretch his anus. The doctor’s eyes have turned to a shade of black now and his upper body and arms are entirely glued to his lab coat. He can feel his partner’s bloated foot-long rod and grapefruit-sized balls being compressed along his own swelling pec shelf as he roars feeling his massive back muscles tear through the puny lab coat fabric. A thick covering of black fur has formed along the ridges of his cavernous delts and traps. Brice’s own eyes have turned a milky gray and his tongue has changed shape. He is finding his way to Cain’s mouth as he slides it inside making a lustful journey down to his partner’s throat. They continue to expand up against each other as Brice reaches his thick 22” pythons around to sluff the remaining fabric off of his partner’s swollen back. The horny red-skinned muscle demon slides his thick sausage fingers out of his gray-skinned partner’s wet hole to let his bloated precum spurting 13x8 rod take over as it quickly arches towards Brice’s gaping cavern. They seem destined for each other as they both meet with each other head on. The hungry bottom moans deeply feeling the massive tool pushing itself all the way inside. The two demons have found their way over to the shower wall where a few of the tiles have broken due to the force they caused by slamming up against them. After a couple of minutes of intense kissing and tonsil hockey with each other’s thick tongues, Cain starts pounding Brice relentlessly growling and roaring in delight. It is definitely getting the attention of others that are in the same part of the complex. Damien can sense the excitement coming from both of them as he stands in the doorway that leads into the shower area. He is surprisingly calm, probably due to the fact that he himself just had a session with a fuck buddy and it has drained him and his other half, at least for the time being. He is quite amazed though at how primal Cain is getting with Brice. The gray-skinned demon bottom has somehow sprouted a tail while he is being ravaged. It is finding its way underneath his partner’s huge heaving balls and is caressing both of them slowly sending shockwaves through Cain’s entire body. The massive muscle demon can feel them ballooning even bigger because of the milking as Brice’s thick hose-sized tail travels up along his horny top’s giant ass smacking both cheeks, prompting an even louder roar each time he does it. It is obvious that Cain has never been played with in this way because he is digging his claws into Brice’s bulging back and lats, but he is not trying to hurt him. The intense pressure in his huge grapefruit-sized balls is driving him insane as his partner’s gray tail slowly slithers its way up to his ass lips to part them and before sliding inside to start raping his anal walls. Cain nearly loses all of his bearings on his demonic self, barely holding on to his humanity as he feels himself being pleasured by Brice’s thick appendage. It is the most satisfying feeling he has ever experienced from another being. He is tilting his head back with his mouth open exposing his fangs as he to be fucked slowly and methodically. This is making him want to cum more than ever as he tries to pump Brice at the same rate. Damien is getting noticeably turned on by this, but he is trying to keep his composure despite what he is seeing in front of him. He feels compelled to join them, but knows that Cain would probably not like that since he obviously is developing a strong bond with Brice. Earlier while the gray beast was resting, the larger brother lectured him about interrupting the regression process in which he was interfering with. It led to what Brice ended up looking like now, which at first was considered a negative. Now though, it appears that Cain has completely changed his mind about it and is becoming totally infatuated with him. Feeling his own body warming up again, Damien decides it is time for him to go visit Owen down the hall before he transforms into his bigger self once again. As a response to being pleasured by Brice, Cain’s impressive red-skinned garden-hosed sized tail has emerged from his back and is trying to reach his lover’s milky gray rocket and ballsac to return the favor. Realizing it isn’t going to be long enough, he musters enough strength to stretch his tail another few feet as loud leathery sounds can be heard coming from within the muscular demon’s lower half. It reaches its destination and wraps itself around Brice’s swollen balls and squeezes them tightly to make him spray a few ropes of sticky precum all over Cain’s massive upper body. Both of the horny beasts have been edging each other for quite some time and are in need of release. As a way of determining who will do so first, they begin to tussle with each other to see which demon is going to win the challenge. Deep down, Brice knows he isn’t going to win against the larger demon daddy, but still wants to show that he also has a great deal of power so he attempts to get free from his grasp. Still stuffed inside his partner; however, Cain slams him down to the shower floor causing several tiles to break beneath them as he tries to show how dominant he is. They both roar with delight as the slightly smaller gray-skinned hulk submits to him after a couple of minutes of writhing and grinding against each other’s monstrous chests and gigantic legs. Feeling the white flood leaving his huge balls, Cain lifts his partner’s lower half up into the air to push his beastly rod up against Brice’s swollen prostate. He arches his massive demonic back as he unloads inside Brice’s starving insides. The rush of the powerful river involuntarily makes the bottom flex his entire frame as he feels every muscle fiber in his body start to expand once again. He grows rapidly as Cain looks on in amazement. He can still feel Brice’s massive expanding tail throbbing inside his asshole as it stretches him even further. At the same time, this is causing the red-skinned demonic beast to make more cum inside his ballsac as he feels more flow out of his raging shaft and into the excited gray behemoth. After cumming inside the gray giant once again, he manages to pull out of the demonic hulk’s swollen cunt hole and let’s go of Brice’s 16” power tool, which was still being squeezed by his huge tail. He is breathing heavily as he lies down on the shower floor. The showerhead they are lying under is still on and it is starting to flood the entire area they are in. Brice has now grown to over 400 pounds and his skin has been stretched to its limits as marks are appearing all over his massive body. He is crawling over to his exhausted top and is towering over him. His cock has started to mate with Cain’s again as they rub together and mix their fluids. They stare into each other’s eyes as the huge red-skinned demon’s tail explores the massive muscle beast’s entire frame once again feeling how much bigger he is compared to where he was just a few minutes prior. It is obvious what the man creature wants from Cain as he reaches down to place the red hulk’s bloated veiny tail on top of his gargantuan leaky cock. Once again, the red demon wraps his appendage around his partner’s ballsac and squeezes them tightly. A few thick jets of precum go flying into the air and coat the doctor’s vascular legs and torso before the slit is plugged by the end of Brice’s tail. The sensation of feeling something entering his cock makes the beast moan deeply. Cain grins as he pushes his tail further down inside the cock making Brice’s shaft swell even larger to contain the invader within. The gray monster reaches down and digs his claws into his partner’s enormous cannons as he anticipates the wild ride he is about to experience. The huge doctor continues raping his dick until he can see that Brice is about to lose control, judging by the wild look on his face. He can feel his partner’s balls contracting as he slowly slides his tail upward and out. When he finally does manage to get the entire appendage free, he is drowned by the largest white volcano he has ever felt in his entire life. The intensity of the orgasm is so incredible that the gray demon loses consciousness and falls over to the side. With each ribbon of cum being released from his bloated body, Brice slowly reverts back to where this whole sequence started in the first place. He has completely covered his red-skinned partner with his seed almost to the point that Cain’s own skin color is nearly invisible. The thick demonic hulk is laughing in his extremely deep demonic tone as he reaches up to his face with his claws to wipe the flood out of his black eyes. He is beginning to calm down now as he starts to shrink back down to his human form. He is tired but he is still manages to sit up long enough to move over to tend to his gray partner. He can sense that Brice is not breathing well and starts to do a few chest compressions on him. He then gets a few breaths in to his lungs before his weakened partner starts coughing and spits a bit of cum into his face. They are both back to their normal sizes once again. Cain smacks his face a few times to get him to open his eyes so he can look at him. It works as they stare at each other for a few seconds before the doctor says something to him. “Well, that was quite an experience, wasn’t it Brice?” They both laugh a couple of times which is followed by Brice coughing to his side as he tries to get a few words out. Cain covers his mouth though to tell him not to speak. “You don’t have to say anything hunky boy. You are far too weak to do anything so we can talk more when you are rested up, okay?” He leans down to kiss him and plunges his tongue down Brice’s throat and embraces him with his huge thick arms. His gray-skinned partner does the same as they lie there together in the milky-colored water. During the last few minutes of their exchange, they were both unaware that they were being watched by Damien and Owen, who were standing in the doorway, completely nude, and smiling while leaning against each other. They both walk into the flooded area to start cleaning up the mess that the two lovers just caused. Owen is told to shut the showerhead off and to clear out the drains of the milky cum that has accumulated so they can get the room fixed for later patients. Damien gets his brother up off the ground and takes him in to one of the exam rooms to lay him down on the table. He immediately dozes off once his brother walks back down the hall to do the same with Brice. Once he gets the gray man into another room, he wanders back into the shower area and starts helping Owen clean up the rest of the damaged facility. He stops the spectacled man long enough to say something funny to him. “Why can’t you do that with me Owen? I’m sure we can generate the same kind of intensity those two have created, don’t you think?” After a few eye rolls from his assistant, they go back to what they are doing.

Big, Brawny and Blind A short story by scriptboy It all started around the third day of the semester when I received the call from the Office of Blind Services on my cell phone. They had received my application to become a guide for another student during my Junior year at the community college and they were happy to get me paired up with a prospective student. Since I had an uncle who was blind as well, I already had experience working with people who were bind or visually impaired so signing up for this was a complete no-brainer. The lady at the office was extremely excited that I had signed up. She told me that most Guides were females and I was the only male Guide who had signed up all year. That was another incentive right there. Maybe I would end up working with some cute college girls? Who knows. So, they called me up and asked me to show up at the local restaurant which was down the street from the dorm where this student lived. It was also right down the street from the gym. I thought it sounded interesting that a visually impaired student worked out at a gym, so this would be fun for sure. My name is Alex Weas and I’m just a junior in college, age 21. What was just a meeting between my blind student would end up changing my life completely. I showed up at “The Cave”, a small sandwich shop near campus. Which had a good crowd that afternoon. I was supposed to meet the current guide, Felicia Snow, there. So, as soon as I walked in, I started looking for a young lady and a blind student. Of course, I had never met either one of them, so I had no idea what they looked like. I scanned the area as I looked around, when I finally spotted a young lady in the back corner sitting with another young guy at her table. “Uhh…. Hi…. I’m looking for Felicia? Is that you?” I stuttered since I just didn’t know. I didn’t have a good look at the guy since he was sitting in the corner where it was rather dark. “Hi! Oh, are you Alex? Good, you finally made it! Great! Well, Alex, this is Hunter Hollander, your new student! He is a freshman!” she said as she got up and shook my hand. I’m only 5-foot-6 inches tall and this young lady was about my height. She had long, black hair and deep brown eyes. She grabbed her handbag and she quickly turned around to address the boy. “Hunter! Come over here! Your new guide has arrived!” Suddenly, the boy moved over, and he slid off the booth, so he could stand up on his two feet. When he got up, I realized how tall he was. He was at least six inches taller than me, six feet tall, and much wider. Now, I’m a skinny, short guy, so this kid was BIG! “Uhh…. Hi!” the boy smiled as he extended his right hand while holding his cane in his left one. “Hi! I’m Alex Weas! You must be Hunter?” I said as I shook his hand. His hand was big, and he had a firm grip. Of course, He was wearing a raincoat with long sleeves, so I couldn’t tell what he looked like other than his face. He had straight, short, black hair and a friendly face. Of course, I had no ideas what his eyes were like since he had them closed the entire time. “Nice to meet ya, Alex!” Hunter said to me. “I’m so happy to have you as my new guide!” “Great! Now, Hunter, if you need anything, you call me, okay?” Felicia said as she seemed to be in a hurry to leave the restaurant. “I’m supposed to meet someone here and I’m already late!” “Thank you so much for helping me get oriented around here…” Hunter said to her as he embraced her. “You’ve been a big help…” Just then, a tall, blond guy walked in with an angry look on his face. He looked around and he became even angrier when he saw Hunter hug Felicia near the entrance to the restaurant. “FELICIA! I’ve been waiting outside for you for the last TEN MINUTES! ARE you DONE babysitting that misfit? Can we GO NOW?” the blond guy shouted at her. The blond guy grabbed her arm and yanked her away from Hunter’s embrace, almost causing the blind boy to stumble over. “RON! Can you wait? May I say goodbye to my student? Come on!” Felicia shouted angrily. “Wow! Calling me a misfit isn’t very nice!” Hunter shouted back, loud enough for everyone to hear. “Oh yeah? Well, what are ya gonna do about it?” Ron growled as he marched up to Hunter and grabbed his raincoat with one hand. But Hunter reached out with his right arm and grabbed Ron’s shirt collar, and, using incredible strength, he lifted Ron’s entire body several inches off the ground! Then, he held him up, with his feet dangling in mid-air, until he tossed him to the floor, hitting one of the wooden chairs and knocking it over, breaking it in the process. People got up and the manager came. It became very quiet in the restaurant. “Hey! No fighting in my restaurant! Do you realize you just tossed this man up against one of my chairs and broke it?” the manager shouted at Hunter. “I should call the police!” “No sir, he didn’t realize that…. I apologize!” Felicia said calmly. “What do you mean, he didn’t realize that?” the manager asked her. “Didn’t he SEE IT? He broke one of my chairs!!!” “No, he didn’t see it because…. He’s blind.” There was a murmur coming from the crowd as Ron struggled to get up while Felicia tried to help him. I stood next to Hunter, holding his thick arm. “Come, Ron…. Let’s get outta here….” Felicia said to Ron as she helped him get up… “You’re gonna pay for this, you PUNK!” Ron shouted at the blind boy as he turned around and marched out of the restaurant. Then, I grabbed Hunter by the wrist and pulled him towards the table where he was sitting earlier. “Hey…. Let’s finish our lunch and then I’ll take you back to the dorm, okay?” I said to him. “I don’t want any more trouble in this place!” Under that raincoat sleeve I could feel a lot of muscle…. BIG muscle. I think there was a lot MORE to the big, blind boy than I realized! What was he hiding? We each ate a burger and we had a milkshake. I paid for his lunch. Then, he grabbed his cane and he walked out the door. I walked right behind him. “So, Hunter…. What do you like to do for fun?” I asked him. “Well, I like to help blind athletes. I’m really big into sports!” he replied as we both walked back to his dorm. He had told me which dorm he lived in, so I escorted him to the building. “Really? Very cool! Do you…. Uhh…. Play any sports yourself?” I asked him. I wasn’t sure if that was the right question to ask a blind guy. I mean, how can he play sports if he can’t see what he’s doing? “Yeah! I lift weights! Which is why I was hoping I was gonna get a new guide was a guy!” he responded. “That was… We could go to the gym together and I don’t have to ask other guys at the gym to help me!” “Oh, sure! I’ll take you to the gym, big guy!” I replied. As soon as we entered the dorm room, he took off his rain coat and shoes… Then the jeans came off… Hunter was left wearing just his tank top and his underwear. “Whoa!” I gasped out loud when I got my first look at the kid standing before me. He was big, tall, and ripped! His shoulders were round and wide. His arms were thick like pythons, and covered with thick, long veins all over. He had well-defined delts and traps across his broad shoulders. His chest was like two large spheres of muscle sticking out from his upper body. His abdominal muscles resembled a washboard and his quads were bigger and wider than tree trunks, completely covered with thick, long veins all over! “H-H-Hunter! You…. You’re a bodybuilder!” I exclaimed at the sight of the big, blind muscle boy. “You got muscles everywhere!” “Yeah…. I can’t see them…. But I can FEEL them!” he chuckled as he flexed his right arms while he ran his left hand over his large, bulging bicep, which started to swell up from his arm together with his triceps until it was the size of a bowling ball which was completely covered with veins all over. “Holy shit! No wonder you could easily pick up the guy in the restaurant! You’re REALLY strong!” I said as I just gawked at the big muscle guy. What an incredible sight. And, he was only a Freshman! “Well… I wanna apologize for that! The dude pissed me off when he called me a misfit. Blind dudes get no respect at all. We’re always treated like outcasts around here…” Hunter said sadly. “Hey, man… I can’t blame you! I mean… You can’t help it that you got a disability. I think it’s way cool that you’re spending so much time lifting weights in the gym!” “Yeah… But…. Somebody needs to help me and show me where the weights are. I can’t do it alone!” Hunter sighed. “Otherwise I’m lost when I go to the gym. None of the signs are in Braille and it’s too noisy in the gym for me to hear my screen-reader software…” “Uhmm… I don’t lift weights at all… But… You can show me!” I shrugged. “You’re the muscle guy in our new team from now on!” “Awesome! From now on…. You’ll be my eyes…. And I’ll be your muscles!” Hunter smiled. I felt like this was going to be the beginning of a very special friendship….

If you like it let me know and i will continue making it. _________________________________________ A muscular white man was sitting next to a sleeping baby. He had a dark red beard and hair and bright green eyes. He sat with crossed arms wich made his big biceps bulge and wide open huge legs. His eyes looked tired but he kept a beautiful happy grin. -Markus, darling- a beautiful woman entered to the room. She put her hands on top of his husband huge shoulders. -Matthew will be fine don't worry- - I know i know, sorry. I was just wondering how he will be when he grows up, you know?- - I bet he will be as hung as his father- she said as one of her hand travelled past his balloon like pecs and grabbed his enormous package. Markus laughed in a deep manly voice. - not in front of the baby darling!- he stood up and kissed his wife in the mouth and as he lifted her he said - let's go to bed- ------------------------------------------------------------ Chapter 1 Matt woke up from what had been a horrible nightmare. He didn't remember the details but it had to do with his mother. He walked to the bathroom with a slow pace, it was saturday. His 5.6 feet body felt tired although he hadn't made any exercise the day before. He stood in front of the mirror, his deep blue eyes were the first thing that you would notice in his face. Then short hair black as coal and a cute face structure. His body was lean and hairless, he was what you would define as a twink even though he wasn't gay. He entered the shower and started washing his puny body. Today it was his 17 birthday but there was not going to be any celebration. When he had finished washing his 6 inches dick he dried his hair and went out of the shower with the towel on his waist. Matt felt his stomach rumble and decided to grab something to eat. He went down the stairs to the kitchen and opened the door. There he found his father ,Markus preparing a sandwich. Although he was already 45 years old he was still huge. His arms where as big as a basketball and his thighs looked as if they could break the world in two. His shoulder were really broad and his pecs covered with manly dark hair, looked gigantic to any human beings. He was just wearing boxer that could barely contain his round big ass and huge crotch. He didn't have the abs he had before but his belly was still flat and looked hard. -Hello dad- Matt said walking rapidly ro the fridge. Markus didn't answer he just growled. He was as gloomy as always since matt’s mother died. They never talked to each other a lot, just some “hello” and “goodbye” now and then. Markus sat his 7feet tall body in his couch and scratch his bulge obscenely. The doorbell rang and suddenly Matt was excited. He opened the door and as planned uncle Henry was coming to visit. He was younger than his dad, 35 years old and plays rugby with younger men. He is 6.5feet tall of raw muscle and masculinity power and much more fun than his dad. Golden grows over his head and his body stretches the rugby uniform. He has the greatest ass Matt has ever seen and although he is not gay he always thought about how it would feel to grab it. -we are going on a road trip- the visitor said ------------------------------------------------------------- -So I got two rooms one for you and your father and the other one for me- Markus didn't really know how they had gotten there. He had asked his brother to come to celebrate his son's birthday so he wouldn't to do it himself and now the were on a cabin in the middle of nowhere going to share a room with his son. Is not that he doesn't love his son, it’s just that he could never relate to him and when his wife died the bond just… broke. But his brother seemed really excited about it so he wasn't going to say anything. As the sun hided behind the mountain they decided to go to sleep. There was an awkward moment when Mark and Matt entered the room and saw that they will be sharing the same queen bed. Markus undressed and got inside the bed, a little bit afterwards he felt his son doing the same. As he slept he remembered how he used to sleep with his wife. His dick got hard. ------------------------------------------------------------- Matthew was woken up at 8:00AM by the smell of bacon and eggs. His dad's arm was on top of him not letting him stand up. He grabbed his powerful bicep and with a lot of caution he moved it. He stood up and glanced the sleeping body of his father, he was occupying most of the bed with his muscle. Matt wasn't prepared for what he saw in the kitchen, his uncle was standing naked while cooking and singing. -Oh! You are awake come here!- Henry turned around to receive his nephew. For his age he had a tight six pack and beautiful pecs. He looked like one of those 25 year old rugby players but with the face of a model. But the most shocking thing was his huge dong and 8 inches flaccid monstrosity that hanged between his hard rock legs. It was a fat cock and Matt couldn't help but wonder how it would feel to have its weight on his hands. Henry hugged Matthew and grabbed his ass pressing his cock on the young’s man abs. -YOU HAVE A NICE ASS SON!- Henry said. And he was right, a precious bubble but steached his pants and bounced with each step. - what are you cooking?- Matt said trying to ignore the awkward moment that he just lived. -Oh this?- Henry said as he stood behind him and grabbed his shoulder to get him closer to the cooking pan. -This is my special recipe- now he pressed his huge cock in Matt's butt and moved his mouth closer to his right ear as he whispered in a deep voice. -Uncle Henry's recipe- now Matt was uncomfortable, he could feel through his jeans the hard pressing hot roid of his uncle starting to move. -what are you doing?- Markus had woken up and he was standing confused as the sight of his naked brother with his son. Henry jumped scared by the voice and took a step away from Matt. -Nothing I was just showing your son the breakfast aaaaand i think its ready! Let's eat!- As they were eating in the table Matt felt Henry's hand touching his leg and crotch. It will be a long weekend

This part of the story is told from three different points of view, First Ming, then Ty, and finally 3rd person observer. It was the best way to tell all sides of the events. Ming ** Time seems to wander by like a leaf on a stream. Sometimes there are rapids and time passes quickly, like when I sleep and it seems I only shut my eyes when they pop open again due to a noise which is unfamiliar to me. Or, earlier it seemed to crawl by like when Ron and Ash held us in the bedroom and beat us up. Bull and Ash really messed up Kenny and Cam yesterday. I was pretty fucked up too, but those guys took the brunt of it. My ass is sore and sitting down is difficult due to the brutality Ash inflicted on me with the dildo, but if I lay on my side, it’s not too bad. My left eye is almost swollen shut and I feel some dried blood on my ass cheeks from the incorrect way Ash used the dildo on me. First, they forced it in with no lube, and when they did find something to use, it was cooking oil. Now I have a nice shiny, smooth ass, with blood mixed in. Both of Cam’s eyes are black and blue. He said he has at least one broken rib and his nose is most likely broken too. He’s shirtless and I can see bruises forming on his abs and chest. Kenny now has a blue ponytail, a cut on his arm, and a black eye. He also has some bruising around his ribs from the bear hug Bull inflicted on him. On the upside, Cam broke Ash’s wrist when they arm wrestled, so his punches are lacking the power they would have otherwise had. They separated us for the night. It was chilly, but not too cold for me at least. I got the basement suite, tied to a support pole and gagged. Kenny was on the kitchen floor, tied to the table. I think they took Cam outside and tied him to a tree, gagged and naked. Ron said something about wanting to see if Cam’s dragon tattoo comes to life at night, like he saw in a movie one time. This morning, when they gathered us all in the bedroom again, Cam was wet with dew and shivering, wearing only his boxers. I wanted to hug him and hold him tight to warm him up, but he gave me a look begging me to stay away for my own safety. They then bound our wrists and legs. Sitting hurts for me, but I keep my mouth shut. Ron walks back in confidently and asks with a cocky attitude, “Who wants to be blindfolded today? Hmmm? No takers? I guess I have to pick…and I pick…you Ming.” He says smugly pointing at me. “Seeing how you were knocked out for most of the fun yesterday, being blindfolded today is an upgrade, don’t you think?” He laughs at his own joke. Cam speaks up, “Blindfold me, not him. You’ve hurt him enough.” “Very noble of you Cam, but you see, you’re right, Ming is just a little guy, and we’re pretty much done with him.” I breathe a sigh of relief, but he cheerfully continues, “You and Kenny on the other hand, are strapping young bucks, full of muscle and energy...” he trails off and his voice turns slimy “…we haven’t even started with you…” He trails off again and my stomach falls out. Kenny and Cam sit stone faced. Ron’s demeanor goes upbeat again and he announces, “Oh, and I have a special treat for everyone, I’d like to introduce you to a friend of mine, Willie. Can you please step into the room Willie?” A body fills the door and blocks out the light from the hallway. All our eyes scan the guy up and down. Fuck he’s big. Must be 6’4” and a solid 300lbs. He’s wearing XXX clothing, but it seems tight on him. “Willie and I became close friends after Davey left me.” Willie puts his arm over Ron’s shoulder and hugs him tight to his body. Ron looks tiny next to him. He leans down and kisses the top of Ron’s head and flexes his bicep, showing off. The guy is big, no doubt about it, but he’s not overly muscular. I think Jay or Ty could take him. Ron pats him on the wrist and says, “Shall we get to it? Ming, if you’d be kind enough to turn around, I will put the blindfold on.” I scoot around and he puts it on. I am suddenly lifted up by Willie and set on the bed against the head board. I feel the heat of Willie’s body close to me. He speaks to me in a low, gruff voice, “Don’t move. I’m sure you understand why.” And he slaps me on the cheek a few times. His palm is callused and his fingernails are not trim. I can feel the power in them and wouldn’t want to be on the receiving end of one of his punches. I hear him walk away from me and over to where Cam is sitting. “You’re up first Dragon boy.” Ron interjects, “First we need to gag them. We don’t want the neighbors hearing us having too much fun or they may call the police.” I hear Cam and Kenny cough a bit as they are gagged. “Ok Willie, have at it, just don’t kill them. I’ll be back in a bit.” Ron walks out and I hear the door shut. “Ok Dragon boy, want to go for a ride?” I hear his zipper go down and he fumbles to get his dick out. “You little muscle men make me hard. Here, let me beat it on your face so it gets nice and stiff.” Thwap, thwap, thwap. It strikes someone’s cheek, I guess it was Cam’s but cannot tell. “There we go, nice and stiff. Oops, almost forgot the condom. Can’t be too careful these days. No telling what’s been in your ass before this 4x4, eh?” Wow, a socially conscious creep, how ironic. “There we go, all covered up.” He says very cheerfully, then his voice does a 180. “You ready fucker?” I hear him grunt a bit as he lifts Cam up. Cam grunts as Willie inserts himself into Cam’s ass. The grunting becomes more intense from both Willie and Cam. I guess the guy is pretty big down there as well. “Well, that wasn’t too bad. Now the fun begins. I’d say hold on tight, but you’re all tied up so, I guess I have to do all the work.” I can hear their bodies slapping together as Willie slams Cam up and down. Cam is grunting and moaning constantly. I hear a couple ‘Oomph’s’ from him too. Willie slams him down, takes a breather, and says, “You got one easy opening dragon boy. You like to get fucked a lot? And by that little chink over there. God, I’d love to see what he has under the covers that opens you up like this. Maybe when I’m done with the two of you, I’ll take a peak.” I stay calm and keep my mouth shut. “Well, now that you’re nice and warmed up, how about a serious fuck, hmmm? Let’s go to the bed. It will be easier to fuck you silly there.” I hear him take two steps and I feel the bed slump and hear it creak as Cam is set down at the foot of it. I feel Willie climb on. The bed starts to move forward and back. Willie starts to moan and Cam continues grunting. He’s in a lot of pain, but doesn’t want to let on. Willie’s thrusts become more intense. The headboard is banging into the wall with a loud clap on every thrust forward. Slowly Cam’s moans fade into silence. Now I’m worried. Hopefully he’s just passed out from the pain, but it could be something more serious. I take a chance and say, “Please stop. Don’t hurt him anymore.” Willie responds, “Awe, that’s sweet. He ain’t dead. Oh, and if you speak again,” I feel a whoosh of air as his right fist flies past my face into the wall next to me. I hear drywall crumble and wood splinter. A picture falls off and the glass breaks as it hits the floor, “I won’t miss next time. Understand?” I just nod. “Good boy.” And he slaps my face and musses my hair. “Now where was I?” he resumes thrusting into Cam. His grunts become more intense, more urgent, and he suddenly lets out a primal scream and unloads into Cam. Not a word from Cam. He’s definitely out of it. “Wow that was fucking awesome. Your boyfriend has one loose ass. I’m going to need to get back in there at some point. You ready over there pony-tail boy?” With Kenny being gagged and me blindfolded, I have no way of knowing what his response is. Willie lets me know. “Eh, even if you aren’t, you’re on deck for the ride of your life. Give me ten minutes to get freshened up, and we’re going to rock and roll. As for you Ming, since you were such a good boy while I fucked your lover, I’m going to take your blindfold off.” I hear him walk up to me, he messes my hair again and takes off the blindfold. He is right in my face, watching me with a big dumb ass grin. He’s glistening with sweat enjoying every minute of our pain. I glance over to Cam and he is passed out. There’s a new bruise forming on his abs, it may be another bruised or broken rib from the recent round. His eyes are a deeper purple and his nose has swelled from being broken and not set. Willie is watching me, watch Cam. I don’t make a move towards Cam. I look back at Willie and stare into his eyes. I do not want to show an ounce of fear or anger towards him as I do not know how he’d react or who he’d take his anger out on. “See, he’s still alive.” He playfully slaps the side of my face, gets off the bed, and walks out of the room. I hear the door lock and a chair is placed under the knob again. I look over to Kenny. There is a deep sense of dread in his eyes as he knows what if coming. I wink to him and he slowly nods left and right. He is deeply scared after seeing what happened to Cam. His skin is a paler shade of white. There’s not much either of can do. I hesitate to speak for fear someone outside the room will hear and come in. We hear voices getting louder in another room. We cannot make out what they are saying. Feet come down the hallway. We hear the chair knocked aside from the door. The door opens and there are Bull, Shawn, and Willie. Shawn speaks up, “Slight change of plans for the day, gentlemen. We need to run out. But we need to separate you guys before we leave. Bull, take Ming back to the basement. Tie him back to the pole. Willie, take Pony-tail to the other bedroom and tie him to the bed. I’ll get Cam tied down.” Willie picks up Kenny and walks out. Bull comes over to me, picks me up, and we head for the basement. I stay silent. He ties me up and leaves. I hear the door at the top of the steps lock. A few minutes later the front door slams shut. I hear 2 vehicles start and back out of the driveway. The sound of their engines fade into the distance within a minute or two. Alone again. I sit and stare at the basement. It’s just one big space with three support poles running the length. It’s not a walkout and there are only 4 casement windows. I see the water heater and AC unit in one corner. There is an older refrigerator and freezer next to the washer and dryer. The stairs come down the middle of the room. No carpet on the floor, just a lot of dust. My ass starts to hurt again. I try to shift positions to get comfortable, but cannot due to my legs being tied together. I hear someone walking around upstairs. Must be Ash. With his wrist broken, they probably left him on guard duty. Time starts to crawl by again. Ash has turned on a TV, but the sound is so low, I can barely hear it. Every once in a while he gets up, hits the bathroom, or goes into the kitchen for something to drink. I drift off to sleep. I am jolted awake by the front door opening and slamming shut. There is a lot of talk, most of it is garbled because more than one person is speaking, but I make out, “down like a sack of potatoes” and “tore the door off the truck”. I have no idea what this means. The door at the top of the stairs opens, Bull walks down and has someone over his shoulder. Fuck, they got another one of us. He walks past me to the support pole behind me. I crane my neck and see he is carrying Ian. Ian is awake, but has a bruise forming around his left eye. Bull dumps him on the floor, kicks him once or twice and tells him to roll onto his stomach. He does. Bull gets on his knees, pulls out a couple zip ties and ties Ian up, just the rest of us. He rolls him back over, pushes him back to the pole and grabs some rope and ties him to it. He mockingly says to Ian, “Don’t go anywhere Ginger. Ron and Willie will want to get acquainted with you very soon.” He gets up, gives a savage kick to Ian’s midsection, and walks away. On his way past me, he leans down and sucker punches me in the face. “I didn’t want you to feel left out Chink.” He walks back up the steps and out. He relocks the door and his footsteps fade away. After about 5 minutes of silence, I crane my neck to look at Ian. He is stunned and his eyes are closed. I whisper to him, “You ok buddy?” “Not really.” “How’d they get you?” “Eddie took Colin and me to the store to get some stuff. They ambushed us as we were loading up the truck.” He sounds dejected. “I saw some big guy take it to Eddie.” He opens his eyes, sees the state I’m in and gasps. “That must have been their new friend, Willie. A real charmer.” “Colin got away, so that’s something.” “Yeah. Hopefully, the police will be able to find us. It’s been a rough day. Cam and Kenny have taken a lot of abuse.” “Um, looks like you have too, Ming.” “I’m not half as bad as Cam. I really just want to hold him and make sure he’s ok.” “With any luck, you will soon.” He voice is barely audible when he says this, like he’s afraid he’s yelling it at the top of his lungs. I am puzzled by his remark and ask, “What do you mean?” He whispers so softly I can barely hear him, but he says, “Well, Colin and I don’t like to talk about it because people get freaked out, but our parents chipped us when we were growing up.” “Chipped you? As in what people do to their dogs?” I whisper back. “Yeah, just like that. And I’m sure Colin has already located me and the cavalry will be arriving at some point, be it the police or a couple very angry friends.” I am still stunned by the revelation, but elated to think this may be over soon. I smile inwardly and pray Cam and Kenny can hold on. I hear the front door open and shut again and clearly hear Willie talking to someone. “Yeah, I put that fucker down good, didn’t I?” Bull responds, “Yeah, you did. Guaranteed he’s out for a while. We can probably go back for the other Ginger tomorrow. No way, Eddie is going to be back to 100 percent by then. It’ll be a cake walk.” “Easy guys.” Ron says. “We’re playing this smart. We don’t want to get too cocky or ahead of ourselves. We’ll plan out our next objective tonight.” The voices go quiet for a period of time, but they are still walking around, and the TV is on. I start to fade out again. I am startled awake by the sound of footsteps on the stairs. I see Ash has come down for a visit. He walks up to me, kicks me in my side and snarls, “Gag time chink.” He slaps my face a few times, puts the gag on and walks over to Ian and does the same thing. He walks to the fridge and grabs a soda. Ty *** Paulo and I circle the block. We found the house easily, texted Colin to make sure Ian’s position has not changed, and see a couple cars and sedans in the driveway and on the road. I call Jay and Eddie. “We’re here. Let’s park a few houses down and talk.” They agree. Once we’re parked and not within sight of the house, we gather together and go over the plan again. “Max made a good call, there’s a basement. I saw some casement windows, but no egress door. They probably have at least one guy there.” Everyone nods. “Ok, Jay and Eddie there’s going to be a backdoor and it probably opens into the kitchen. There may be at least one guy there. Fuck him up and then one of you hit the basement.” Jay and Eddie nod to me and then to each other. “Paulo and I go in thru the front door. It’s going to open right into the living room. Chances are, most of their people will be there. Find their guys first and neutralize them. We can get our guys after that. ” Paulo nods in understanding. “We go in, fuck them up, find the guys, and get out. They probably do not have weapons, so this is going to be hand to hand. Everyone good with that?” I watch as the three men instinctively flex their biceps and tighten their chests. Yeah, they’re ready. I just need say go and the hounds of hell will be unleashed on that house. Ron and company won’t know what hit them until it’s too late. I look to Eddie and ask, “You good buddy? If you’re not, just say so.” Eddie scowls at me and growls back, “G1 is in there. I’m not coming out without him. Let’s get this show moving.” I say, “Ok, let’s synchronize. Two minutes and we hit them simultaneously.” Eddie nods and heads off toward the house. I look at Jay and he nods back indicating he will make sure Eddie is fine. They disappear behind the house and stay in the deepening shadows. Good men, they have heads on their shoulders and will get the job done. I glance over to Paulo. “You ready dude?” “Does a bear shit in the woods? They have our friends in there. Like you said, let’s go in and fuck them up.” He smiles at me and his ultra-white teeth shine back. I lead off and circle the vehicles in the driveway to keep us in the shadows for as long as possible. We’re both big guys, if anyone walked by it would be just a bit suspicious. We crouch down between the cars and he asks, “Want me to kick in the door? That would definitely surprise them.” I nod. We slowly walk up the front walk. I hear the TV and see shadows of guys in the room. I make out 3 guys. That means the other 2 are somewhere else in the house. I get to the door and hold up my hand. I check my watch. 5 seconds, I count down to 1 with my fingers, get to zero, and make a fist. 3rd person observer *** Paulo’s muscular right leg comes up like a flash and smashes into the door jamb right above the door knob. The door explodes inward as if it were made of balsa wood and light comes pouring outward. Paulo leaps thru the door and lands facing the TV, legs wide and ready to pounce. His muscles are coiled but relaxed. He is looking for a target. Ty follows half a step behind him. Ty looks to the right, right into the living room. 2 guys look up in shock. Ron and Willie are on the sofa and Willie has his right arm draped around Ron’s shoulder. They were watching “The Three Stooges” before Paulo and Ty had burst in. Ty balls his right hand into a fist and instinctively flexes his biceps, chest, and forearms. He is ready for the battle. Shawn is in an arm chair closest to the door. He jumps up in surprise and takes a swing at Paulo, who easily ducks it. Paulo swings a wicked left at him and connects. Shawn stumbles back, but doesn’t go down. Ty strides over to Ron and Willie, who is getting up, with purpose. He unleashes a right upper cut on Willie and he falls back onto the sofa. Ty looks at Ron and he starts to shrink away. He reaches his right arm down for him and grabs him by the shirt collar. Ty hauls him off the sofa and lifts him so they are face to face. His bicep is flexed and he is holding Ron off the ground with ease. He pulls him close enough so that he can see Ron’s sweat glands start to pump out moisture. He looks into Ron’s pathetic eyes and angrily spits, “Hello asshole, I’m Ty, Davey’s boyfriend.” Ty balls his left fist and brings it up to hit Ron, but a hand grabs it half way up and stops it. They both look down and see Willie has recovered and is getting up. Jay and Eddie take out the kitchen door as the front doors explodes inward. They find Bull standing at the microwave waiting for something to finish cooking. Bull yells an obscenity and rushes at both of them. Eddie grabs at Bull’s shoulders and lifts his right knee into Bull’s midsection. Bull stops in his tracks. Eddie glances to Jay and Jay nods. He takes over and cocks his right fist and takes a swing at Bull. Bull is stunned and staggers backward into the counter. Jay approaches and Bull swings a wild left hook which catches Jay on his right arm. It hurts, but he pushes the pain aside and takes one more step which brings him inside Bull’s range of motion. They are standing chest to chest and Jay puts his arms around Bull and pulls him into a crushing bear hug. He leans back and lifts Bull off the ground a few inches and applies more pressure. Bull grunts in pain and tries to spread his arms to break the hold. Jay intensifies the hold, squeezing even more. Eddie leaves the kitchen and goes toward the basement door. There is a chair under the knob. He knocks it out of the way and pulls the door off its hinges. He is running on pure adrenaline and takes the steps two at a time to the basement. He quickly looks around and sees both Ming and Ian tied to poles. Both are gagged. He starts to walk toward them when they cry out through their gags. “It is ok guys, the cavalry is here.” Ash appears from the shadows and smashes a wood baseball bat over Eddie’s back. “Hey fucker, surprise.” Ash says dripping with sarcasm. Eddie drops to one knee, pain flaring in his shoulder. Unfortunately, Ash could only use the power in his left arm to swing the bat, so the force was not as great as he wanted. He kicks Eddie in the abs, but Eddie shrugs it off. He slowly gets up, turns to Ash, and says, “The surprise is on you fucker. You touched my boy, and now you’re going to pay for that.” He reaches out, grabs Ash’s bandaged right wrist and savagely twists it. Ash cries out in incredible pain and tears come to his eyes. Eddie pulls him close, looks down into his eyes, and quietly, but viciously says, “How would you like two broken wrists?” He does not wait for answer. He grabs Ash’s left wrist with both hands and snaps it like it is dry straw. Ash’s screeches in overwhelming pain and goes down onto both knees. Eddie lifts him up under his armpits, his biceps barely registering Ash’s weight, carries him to the remaining free pole, and bashes his head into the metal. Ash goes out like a light. Eddie releases him and Ash falls to the ground and slumps over. He hears the noises from upstairs and knows he must go back up to help. He looks at Ian and Ming and casually says, “I’ll be back in a minute.” He gently tussles Ian’s hair on his way by and pats Ming on the shoulder. He sees the damage they’ve done to Ming and his brain moves into a different level of anger. Paulo and Shawn are slugging it out. Paulo has a blackening left eye, but Shawn’s right arm is hanging by his side, limp, as a result of a wicked leg kick to the shoulder socket. Paulo moves in for close combat and lands three quick jabs to Shawn’s abs. Regardless of how tight and strong Shawn’s abs are, Paulo makes sure he connects with each punch. Shawn fades quickly as he senses a few ribs are bruised or broken. Paulo brings his hands together into a balled fist and swings upward, smashing them into Shawn’s chin. He is dazed and stumbles backwards, tripping over the chair again. He lands on his ass and Paulo jumps over the chair and lands on top of him, pinning his arms down, causing Shawn to cry out in pain due to his hurt left arm. Paulo ignores the yell and balls both fists and takes a few shots at Shawn’s head, connecting with each hit. After a few hits, he grabs his head and bashes it into the floor twice. Shawn’s eyes roll into the back of his head and he fades out. Paulo gets up and sees both Willie and Ron taking punches at Ty. Jay has Bull in a headlock and is landing punches at will to Bull’s midsection and chest. Bull seems to fade, but as he falls, he lands an upper cut to Jay’s nuts, stunning him. Jay stumbles to a chair and grabs it for support. Bull regains his footing, sneers at Jay and says, “My turn to have some fun, fucker. Consider it payback for what you did to me at the beach.” He reaches for the fridge door and yanks it open into the side of Jay’s head. His head twists and Jay sees stars. He goes down to one knee and Bull lifts his leg into Jay’s lower jaw. His teeth crash together and he sees more stars, but stays conscious. Bull puts both fists together and brings them down onto Jay’s back, causing him to go to both knees. He raises his fists again and brings them down again. Jay splays out on the floor. Bull looks over to counter and see a solid wood knife rack. He reaches over for it, dumps the knives out and raises the block over his head. “Paybacks bitch.” He starts to swing it down, but never makes it as Eddie appears from the basement and launches a chair at Bull. It catches him in the back with an ugly crash. Bull is stunned. Eddie seizes the opportunity and takes two steps to reach Bull and pulls the block from his hands and tosses it away. He spins Bull around, faces him, and says, “Listen bitch, you touched my boy, you’re in for a world of hurt. I hope you’re ready.” Bull’s eyes go wide as Eddie simply lifts him up under his shoulders and throws him against the kitchen wall. Drywall crumbles, 2x4’s creak. Bull is stunned and slumps to the ground. Eddie steps over to him and says, “Not yet bastard. I’m not done with you.” He leans down, picks Bull up again and smashes him into the wall again. Bull grunts and fades out. Eddie, not pleased yet, says. “You don’t need to be awake for what happens next.” He grabs Bulls left arm, puts it over his right knee and snaps it. Bull grunts in unconscious pain. Eddie walks back to Jay who is slowly getting up. Paulo joins the fray between Willie, Ty, and Ron. Willie has caught both Ty’s arms and is holding them back so Ron can take pot shots. Ty has kept his abs and chest flexed to deflect or absorb most of the shots, but he is wearing out. Both eyes are bruised eyes and he has a bloody nose. As Ron is reaching back for another swing, Paulo grabs the arm and says, “Let me make this a fair fight.” He swivels Ron around so they are facing each other and punches him in the throat. As Ron stumbles back, Paulo unleashes another blazing fast roundhouse kick with his right leg and catches Ron on the side of his head. He is out like a light. He crumbles to the ground. Willie sees him go down and roars in anger. He starts to pull back harder on Ty’s arms trying to dislocate the shoulders. Ty yells out in pain. Paulo sees his opportunity and does another roundhouse kick with his left leg and connects with Willie’s right ear. Willie is stunned and releases Ty’s arms. Ty feeling freedom finds a deep energy reserve and uses it. He snaps his head back and catches Willie square on the bridge of his nose. He then kicks back with his right leg and bruises Willie’s right thigh. Willie falls back onto the sofa. Ty turns to face him. He cocks his right arm. But Paulo grabs it and says, “Don’t do anything you’re going to regret.” “Oh, don’t you worry. I won’t have any regrets when it comes to these assholes.” He lets loose three quick roundhouse rights to Willie’s left cheek and eye. With each hit Willie’s head snaps to the side, but Ty brings it back to center before he swings again. He goes out on the second one, but Ty lands the third, just to release his anger. Paulo grabs his arm before he can land a fourth. “He’s out. Let him be. If he wakes up before we leave, you can put him out again, but for now, we have friends to find.” Ty stares up into Paulo’s eyes and blinks back tears that had formed. Ty exhales and squats down. Paulo pats him on the shoulder. “Come on.” They get up and go to the back bedrooms. The first one has Kenny tied to the bed. They see he now has a blue ponytail, bruising around his ribs, and a black eye. He is gagged, but otherwise fine. They untie him and Paulo lifts him up and carries him out to the kitchen. Ty goes to the next bedroom and sees Cam. He gasps in horror. Cam is unrecognizable. He is naked except for his boxers. Both eyes are blackened and swollen shut. His nose is out of joint and must be broken. His midsection is bruised meaning he probably has a few broken ribs. The boxers are bloodied. There are a few used condoms around the room. There is blood on the bedspread and a hole in the wall next to the headboard. Ty gets on his knees next to Cam and gently removes the gag. Cam coughs and some blood spits out. He hoarsely says, “Ming?” “We’ll find him. It’s over. You’re safe now buddy.” Ty sits down next to him and wraps his arms around him. Both men start to weep. With Bull knocked out, Eddie and Jay go back into the basement. Eddie goes directly to Ian, yanks the zip ties off and lifts him up in his arms. He nuzzles his head against Ian’s and Ian reaches his arms around Eddie and hugs him tight. Jay squats down next to Ming and sees how bad he really is. This little man of 150lbs has taken more abuse in the past few days than anyone should in a lifetime. Black eye, almost swollen shut, bruises all over his body, bloodied boxers. Rage fills Jay’s body. He snaps the zip ties off and makes sure Ming is ok. Once he is sure, he turns and walks back toward the stairs. Eddie senses the rage and what Jay is about to do and yells out, “They’re not worth it Jay. Don’t fuck up your life.” But Jay is in his own world. Eddie yells up the stairs, “Paulie, try to stop Jay or get out of his way.” Jay methodically walks back up the steps. He sees Bull on the floor with one broken arm. He is starting to come around. Paulo had gone back into the room where Cam was held. He comes down the hallway when he hears Eddie. He sees Jay emerge from the basement and sees an anger in his eyes. He yells to Jay to relax and let them be. Jay hears the words, but ignores their meaning. His whole body is tensed up. His muscles are on fire and his brain is running on overload. He and his buddies have hurt them, but Ron and Shawn did more to hurt Ming and the others. Jay feels the payback is not adequate yet. Paulo picks Kenny back up and moves him out of harm’s way. He knows Jay is about to inflict some serious hurt to Bull and some of the others. He knows he will not be able to stop him. His most important job now is to protect Kenny. Jay leans down, wraps his arm around Bull’s midsection, and lifts him up as if he weighed nothing. He whispers in Bull’s ear, “This is for Ming, you fucker.” He roars in anger, lifts Bull over his head in a full press, and heaves him at the wall. More drywall crumbles, 2x4’s splinter, the house shakes, and Bull drops to the ground and is knocked out again. Jay just stands there and stares at him. When he sees Bull’s chest move, he walks away and goes into the living room. He sees Ron slowly getting up and walks over to him. Ron cowers away, but Jay grabs him by the front of his shirt and lifts him so they are face to face, nose to nose. Jay’s bicep is barely flexed, but the power he is exerting is tremendous. He knows he could put Ron thru the wall with ease but, he has other plans. “Please.” Ron begs in a scared and meek voice. Jay’s blue eyes are wild with anger with which they have been only twice before, when he snapped Scott’s leg at the gym and when he rescued Max at the beach. “Come with me Ron.” Jay walks back to where Shawn is lying on the floor. His eyes have opened, but he is still dazed. Jay leans over, reaches down, and lifts Shawn up with his other hand. Jay’s muscles are on fire. His whole body is pumping blood. Both arms are holding the men up like they are 20lb weights. He brings both guys to his face and whispers to them with a ferociousness they will not soon forget, “If I EVER SEE you two or HEAR that you have come back to town, or that any of your friends have come back, I will personally hunt the two of you down and make today seem like a walk in the park. Am I clear?” Ron and Shawn wearily nod yes. “Good. Good night you worthless pieces of shit.” Jay spreads his arms wide and brings them together, crashing their heads into each other. They go out like lights and Jay drops them. Paulo walks over to Jay, puts his hand on Jay’s shoulder and asks, “You going to be ok Jay?” Jay slumps over, puts his face in his hands and lets loose an emotional tear filled sob. The strength he had just one minute ago has passed out of his body. He is weak in his legs and cannot stand up. All he can think of is Ming and how much they abused his body. “I failed Ming. You haven’t seen him, Paulo. Oh my God, what they must have done to him.” “Yes, they messed the guys up pretty bad. I think you should go outside for a bit, until we can get the guys untied and ready to take home. This may be too much for you right now.” Paulo says gesturing around the house. “Jay, look at me please.” Jay looks up into Paulo’s eyes, and sees a sadness he understands, but cannot process. Paulo very softly says, “Ming may be bad, but they did a real number on Cam.” Jay’s eyes well up with tears, but Paulo continues, “Jay, I want you to go outside so you don’t see him. Please.” Jay nods and slowly gets up. He walks thru the opening where the front door was and goes half way down the sidewalk and sits down. He starts to cry uncontrollably. Paulo walks back to the bedroom where Cam was kept. He sees Ty and Cam on the floor. Tears are drying on both men’s cheeks. He quietly says, “We need to get out of here. Jay is in a bad place and if we stay too long, he may go on another rampage which nobody will be able to stop.” Ty nods and gets up. He leans over to pick up Cam, but Paulo intercedes and says, “I’ve got him. Go check on Jay.” Ty walks out of the room. Cam looks up, sees Paulo and says, “Thank you buddy.” Paulo blushes, leans down and scoops Cam up. He cradles Cam’s head to his neck and says, “Anything for my friends.” As they walk back to the kitchen, they see Eddie coming up from the basement. He is carrying Ming, and Ian is behind him, walking slowly. Ming sees Cam and cries out for him, “Cam!” Cam turns to the voice, but cannot see Ming too well. Eddie and Paulo come together and set Ming and Cam on two chairs and push them close together. Ming takes ahold of Cam’s bruised and battered head and brings it to his. They sit forehead to forehead and gently caress each other’s faces. They let out soft moans or grunts when a tender spot is touched. After a minute, they kiss and put their arms around each other. Eddie turns to Ian, brings him for a hug and nuzzles his neck. “You know I love you, right?” “Since the day we met you.” Paulo takes control of the room. “Eddie, go get Jay’s SUV and bring up to the house. He’s in no shape to drive and I don’t want him to see Cam. When he saw Ming it pushed him into a dark place.” Eddie just nods and carries Ian out of the room and house. He sees Jay and Ty on the sidewalk, sets Ian next to them and gets the keys from Jay. He brings the vehicle up to the driveway and Ian walks over and gets in. Jay follows. Eddie goes back into the house and finds Kenny. He carries him to the SUV and put him in the backseat next to Ian. He’s getting in the driver’s seat when he sees Paulo waving to him to come back into the house. Eddie goes back in and Paulo pulls him into the living room with the unconscious men. “What? I want to get G1 home as soon as possible.” “I know, but please hear me out Eddie.” Eddie gives Paulo a disapproving look, but softens when he realizes how much Paulo helped them today and that he is looking out for everyone. He nods and Paulo continues, “I think you and I should drive Cam and Ming to the ER.” Eddie starts to protest, but Paulo raises a hand to stop him. “Please Eddie, did you see the state Jay and Ty are in?” Eddie nods, “If Jay sees Cam, it won’t be good and if Ty sees Ming, same thing. They both feel responsible for this happening to those guys. I know you want to be there when Ian and Colin are reunited,” Eddie nods again, “but for the overall good of everyone, please help me with Ming and Cam. At least help me get them to the ER. You can take off then and I will stay with them.” Eddie has a clouded look on his face. His brain is telling him Paulo is right, but his heart is saying fuck him, he needs to be with his boys right now. “Ok, I will help you get them to the ER, then I need to be with the twins.” “Thank you.” Paulo says with a deep resonance of gratitude. He cannot understand the depths of pain the guys are going thru, but he is there to make it as easy for them as possible. “No Paulie, thank you.” Eddie says quietly and moves closer and hugs Paulo. It is a rare expression of gratitude and he knows it must be said. Even the way he says Paulie is gentle and nice, not sarcastic and condescending. Paulo pats him on the back. “I’ll tell those guys to take off now. This way they won’t have a chance to see Ming or Cam when we bring them out to my truck.” “Ok, I’ll get them ready to go.” Eddie says heading toward the kitchen. Paulo goes outside and tells Ty to take everyone back to the twins place. Ty asks about him and Eddie and why isn’t Eddie coming with Ian. Paulo pats him on the shoulder, looks him in the eyes and says, “This way is best for everyone Ty, please trust me.” Ty slowly nods. Paulo adds, “Eddie will be home just as soon as possible.” Ty steps into the SUV, lowers the window and says to Paulo, “I really owe you for tonight buddy. We’ll talk at the gym once this is settled.” Paulo nods and Ty backs out of the driveway and heads off. Paulo quickly retrieves his truck and parks it. Eddie is carrying Ming out. Paulo opens one of the passenger doors then sprints in to get Cam. He carries him out and puts him the other backseat. Eddie jumps in the front seat and checks to be sure Cam and Ming are strapped in. He nods to Paulo and they leave the driveway. Paulo drives slowly so as not to jar the guys. Eddie pulls out his phone to find the closest ER or Emergency Care Center. He locates one and says, “5 miles east on Route 202. It’s in the direction home, so that’s a plus. Once everything gets settled at the apartment, I will bring your truck back and help you with the guys.” “Eddie, spend as much time with the twins as you need to. I’m not letting these guys out of my sight tonight.” Eddie puts his left hand on Paulo’s right forearm and gently squeezes.

It had been chest day, at the new little gym I’d recently discovered in the downtown district. It was tiny for a cooperate gym, and even at 6PM on a Wednesday, the rush hour crowd was more than manageable. It was a more casual crowd - yoga moms and office guys, sparsely occupying the space, and that made it much easier to move around freely, and more importantly, really dive into my workout. For quite some time now, building my mind-muscle connection has been a main focus of mine, something I constantly try to improve on. Making sure my form is on point, preventing any injury and simultaneously trying to exert maximum power, tension, and control over the muscle group I’m working. Flexing before the set, throughout, and during rest, always keeping a bit of tension. Always flexed, and at the peak, flexed as hard as possible. Like a bright red string you have to try to hold on to, a direct link between your brain and the target muscle in a gray space - or at least that’s how I started seeing it recently. It’s a strange process that’s constantly evolving, constantly adjusting and correcting with one goal in mind - push that fucking weight so fucking good you fucking GROW. Breath by breath that’s how my working went, constantly focused on the most efficient way to make my muscles really fucking pop. Today was one of those occasions where I came in wearing a hoodie, with a tank top underneath. I do this because I love keeping the hoodie on until right before my last three sets because I fucking love the moment when I take it off and see myself in the mirror, finally checking out my pump. It’s the best feeling. I work harder wearing that hoodie, knowing the harder I work the better the prize at the end. I hadn’t been looking at myself much lately though, not for a few weeks. A wrist injury limited me to leg workouts only for about a month, early in my first bulk with my new bodybuilding coach. I was feeling flabby and disappointed, like all I’d accomplished was ruining what I had built in those nine months I had spent cutting, trying to tighten up my body as much as possible, slowly making it hard and hungry to grow with as much rock hard mass as possible. Like I’d wasted the new stuff my coach had put me on. SARMS - it was my first time, and I trust my Coach, so I was looking forward to some serious results. It was my second week doing upper body in the gym, and fucking loved what I saw when I took off my hoodie before doing some lateral raises (it’s a fucking hot move to pump up with). I looked beastly. Atleast that was the first thing I noticed. There was an obvious bulge to my traps - sloping, thick, leading into round, broad delts hugging two pumped up, beautifully curved, thick slabs of muscle, and I took it all in hungrily as I watched myself work towards my goal, finally seeing the goal becoming a reality, seeing a new shape. Admittedly, I had been feeling thicker already - more angular I kept thinking, whatever that meant. Definitely shapelier. Stronger. It felt hot, and it was fucking hot to see it. The other day, I’d noticed I was increasingly hornier, and realized it was because of my legs. The time I focused on them had paid off, and they felt thicker than everything else, so different every time my hand brushed any part of my thigh - it felt like muscle. Big muscle. Bodybuilder muscle. I was growing. Even my calves were starting to get some nice size and shape - I’d been pushing them hard in an effort to bring them up in my pursuit of being hugely muscled all over. I finished coach’s workout and decided to find a couple more exercises - wanted a couple really good pump sets before the Grand Prize, the moment immediately after when I would head to the bathroom and fucking FLEX and check out that fucking pump. And fuck, it did not disappoint, I could not believe what I saw. I was alone in a tiny bathroom (urinal, stall, two sinks), with the mirror right across from the door, shamelessly grunting as I pushed to flex harder, recording myself in the mirror as I tried to capture the pump. Normally I’d be a little anxious about someone coming in and ‘catching’ me at my most frenzied state of muscle mania, but fuck it. It looked good. I was growing. That meant it was only going to look better. I was starving at this point. My busy schedule had me behind a meal, and I was spent after that lift and flex session. My body was hungry. My muscles were hungry. I need to feed and grow. That was all I could think about in the unexpected 8PM traffic, my mind completely focused on making sure I grow. So I get home and put into act the meal I planned in traffic. I liked to play with my diet, making substitutions to my Coach’s meal plan, adhering to the macros in the plan. I was juggling a few different things, moving about with purpose, focused on making the two meals I had decided to combine into one. I’d carefully put it together, checking out the nutrition info for everything, putting together the substitution. ¾ cup of Special K Cinnamon Brown Sugar Crunch and ¾ cup of Fairlife 2% milk (200 CAL, 26C, 4F,16G). I downed the cereal and poured the left over milk into my blender with 1.5 scoops of Whey Isolate, a bit of stevia, some ice, and 100 grams of strawberries (+197CAL, 9C, 1F, 38P = 397CAL, 36C, 5F, 54P). It got cold at that point so I switched into a t-shirt, noticing it felt different. I definitely filled it out more, and I could feel the fabric stretched across a landscape I knew was mostly growing bodybuilder muscle. My cock throbbed. For my last meal - 96/4 lean beef, rice pasta, green beans and decided to just take a minute to breathe during this meal, to consciously put down my phone and take a moment to just be with myself while I ate, letting my body relax and absorb the nutrients it needed to fuel the growth I’d commanded during that workout. Sitting there, enjoying that feeling and reflecting on everything I’d done in the last few hours, feeling the shape of my body, my awareness of every bulge intensified by the stretch of the fabric, I realized something. I was a bodybuilder. I couldn’t believe it. Looking back at my day, I realized how much I fucking live and breathe it, how right it feels, how much I look forward to pushing higher and higher to keep pushing my physique to bigger and bigger growth. And that felt fucking good. I had completely redefined myself. I’d changed my identity, I was focused, and growth was coming, because I was a fucking bodybuilder. I was a diet obsessed, driven, dedicated, hungry bodybuilder. Man, I couldn’t fucking wait to finish my meal, pump up with some flexes, and fucking cum thinking about my growing, muscle god BODYBUILDER body.

The next installment. This one is a lot darker than the previous chapters. We get home from Jay and Max’s. We’re chatting about what we know about the situation and how we’re going to cope with it for the next few days. Ty still wants us to show up at the gym for work, which shouldn’t be a big deal. We’d probably be safer there, with some many people around. We’re going to grab a few things from the condo and head over to the twins. We open the door to go in, but stop suddenly, something is off. Magazines are knocked onto the floor and the TV is on. I glance over to Ming and his eyes are scanning the room. Everything else seems to be ok. We hear a noise coming from the playroom. I want to go see what it is, but Ming catches my arm and shakes his head no. I nod ok. I notice my body has tensed up, muscles are flexed, and the hair on the back of my neck is standing up. We both start to back out of the condo when we back into a body coming into thru the door. It is a tall, solid body, about 6’1”. “Hello gentlemen, we’ve been waiting for you.” He puts a hand on each of our shoulder, squeezes our shoulders, and pushes us into the room. He closes the door and I hear the lock engage. Wonderful, locked inside with at least one asshole. Another large guy comes out of the playroom and down the hallway with the 10x12 black dildo in his hands. He is black, about 5’10” and very muscular with some tats on his arms. Biceps are bulging in the t-shirt. “You fuckers actually play with this shit?” He asks like he’s never seen one before. “God, what fucking perverts. You should see the room they have set up Shawn.” “We’ll get well acquainted with it today Ash. Try not to handle too many items. God knows where they’ve been.” Ash practically drops the dildo. I casually ask, “Who are you guys and what do you want with us?” Shawn cuffs me on the back of my head and replies, “Don’t play us for fools Cam. You know who we are. As for what we want, well, we’ll get into that later. Right now, Ash and I want to have some fun at your expense. Let’s go back into your playroom and see what we can get into.” He shoves us in the back toward the hallway. We start walking. Ash tosses the dildo to Ming as he passes. We get to the room and I quickly push Ming into the room and push backward on Shawn. He stumbles backward and falls into Ash. Ming stumbles into the room and I follow behind him, shut, and lock the door. “Quick Ming, do you have your phone? We need to call Ty or Jay.” Ming fumbles in his pockets for his phone and we hear a knock on the door. “Guys, please let us in. This will go much easier if we don’t need to get more violent than need be.” I look at Ming who is starting to panic. He says, “I left my phone in the car Muscles cuz I thought we’d only be in here for a few minutes.” I reassure him, “It’s ok, me too. Fuck.” I am taking deep breathes to remain as calm as possible. I reach my arm out to Ming and he grabs it. I pull him in for a hug. “Try to stay calm. I don’t think they want to kill, but they may fuck us up a bit. You need to hang in there. I will try to take most of the abuse.” Ming starts to protest. We hear Shawn at the door again, with a bit more agitation in his voice, “Gentlemen, last chance, please let us in.” I look around to see if there is anything we can use to defend ourselves. A silicon dildo and some nipple clamps aren’t the best offensive or defensive weapons. None of our other toys would be much use against Shawn’s size or Ash’s muscles. We need another plan. I glance around the room. “Get to the window. We can try to get out or least shout for help.” Ming turns to the window and pulls open the curtains and starts to unlock the window. All of the sudden there is a battering at the door. Ming starts to pull up the window when the door crashes in. Ash is standing there, chest heaving, muscles pumped. His fists are balled up. He stares right past me at Ming and evenly says, “Don’t do it chink.” “Go Ming, go.” I yell to him. He hesitates and Ash is past me and grabs him by his collar and hauls him back into the room. He balls his fist and clobbers Ming on the cheek. He drops to the floor like a sack of potatoes. He’s knocked out. I start to move toward Ming, but Shawn grabs my shirt. “Whoa there big guy. I’m sure he’s fine. On the other hand, shoving us down and trying to lock us out was not a good idea. You will need to be punished for that. Ash, ideas?” Ash is standing there, punching one hand with the fist of his other. Biceps flexing, chest heaving, like he was getting off on knocking Ming out. Ming, who weighs all of 150lbs soaking wet and Ash is around 225. I think to myself, when we get out of this, I’m going to fuck him up for hurting Ming. Ash looks me over and says, “He looks like he’s in shape. I say we arm wrestle. When I beat him, I’m going to fuck him up like I did to his lover. I was going to suggest wrestling him, but I don’t want to feel him sporting a boner while I cover and pin him with my muscles.” He puffs out his chest and flexes his abs. “Sorry, buddy, you’re not my type, By the way, what happens when I beat your ass?” I ask back with a cocky attitude as I know I can take him. “Oh, if you win cracker, which won’t happen” he says flexing his right bicep to its full softball size. “I still beat the shit out of you.” I toss up a bicep flex and both of them whistle. “Pretty nice. Should be a good battle.” Shawn says. Shawn rips my t-shirt off, moves to Ming, rolls him over, and puts a towel in his mouth to gag him. He secures it in place by tearing a piece of my t-shirt off and wrapping it around his head. He also binds his hands. He turns back to me, glances me over and says, “Nice body. Interesting dragon tattoo. Too bad you’re gay or I’d let you work out at my gym where you’d be able to get huge like Ash.” Ash puffs out his chest again. It must be 55 or 60 inches. Pecs are rock hard and nipples are erect. He’s got a great set of abs. Probably could take a bunch of punches. Need to stay away from them. First things first, beat him at arm wrestling. “Where we doing this? On the floor here or back in the living room on the coffee table?” Ash replies, “Right here is fine with me, let’s do it.” He gets onto the floor and lays out and puts his right hand into position. I get down and face him and get my hand into position. Shawn kneels down and puts his hands on ours and centers us. “Keep it clean boys.” And he winks at Ash. Well, I’m fucked either way, so might as well beat his ass and take my punishment. I just hope Ming is ok. “3…2…1…go.” He releases our hands. Both our biceps blowup to their full size. Ash goes for the quick pin and pushes my arm down to 45 degrees, but I counter and muscle our hands back up straight. Veins in both our arms start to appear as blood is rushing through them to keep them pumped. Beads of sweat start to form on both our foreheads. I yawn and casually look at him and say, “That all you got? I thought you were the muscles of the operation, you certainly aren’t the brains.” I squeeze his hand a bit to show him his muscles are not as important as knowing how and when to use their strength. Ash is fuming. He clenches my hand harder and begins to push. Good, I’ve got him riled up. This should be easy. Just concentrate. His bicep starts to expand again. It’s up to its full 22 inches. “Nice peak on the muscle there Ash. Looks like you put some time in at the gym. But look at mine. Its fuller, and you can see the striations in the muscles. Maybe I can go thru some exercises with you when we’re done here. What do you think?” “Fuck you, you ass wipe cracker. I don’t need your scrawny white ass teach’n or tell’n me anything.” Sweat starts to roll down his cheeks. He’s getting more irate and frustrated. “Well, just take a peek at my arm big guy before you say no.” I see him glance over. My bicep is at 19 inches. I squeeze it just a bit and the head pops up and down. Ash raises an eyebrow, but laughs it off and says, “You’re going to tell me how to grow my bicep when yours is so little. Let me explain something to you cracker, the bigger guy does the teach’n, not the smaller, scrawny guy, got it?” “Yeah, sure Ash, I got it.” I decide to have some fun with the bastard and let him think he’s winning. I relent a bit and let my arm fall to about 60 degrees. I stare at my arm and give him a look of disbelief and say, “What? How can you be beating me? You’re cheating somehow.” I feign trying to retaliate and let my head start to sweat, just to make it look good. I huff and puff and Shawn has a big grin on his face. “Fuck you cracker. I’m just a whole lot fucking stronger than you are. See Shawn, I knew I can beat his puny ass. Get that dildo ready for him. I’m going to enjoy shoving one end up his ass and maybe putting the other end down the chink’s throat at the same time. That’ll make a pretty sight.” Shawn is standing off to the side and laughs with Ash. I’ve let him have his fun. I brace my arm and it stops moving. Ash looks over to me and I smile and wink at him. I quietly says, “You ready to see some real strength?” I power his arm back to neutral. He looks at me in amazement. The veins in my arm are popping and he can see the blood rushing through them. The muscles in my forearms start to twist and pop as well. I keep my breathing slow, steady, and even. He’s started to huff and puff. I know his end is near. “What the fuck is happening? He yells. “Oh, I’ll tell you what’s happening fucker, you’re about to lose.” I blow out a breath of air and proceed to push him arm to 60 degrees on his side. “And once I’m down beating you here, I’ve got some ideas where to stick that dildo.” His arm is down to 45 degrees. He’s starting to panic and sweat is pouring down his cheeks onto the floor. Shawn starts moving toward us. I glance at him then back to Ash and say, “I think a black dildo belongs in a black man’s ass, don’t you? Before I pin your arm, do me a favor Ash, look at my bicep.” I see his eyes glance over to it. I flex it as hard as I can and it expands to 20 inches in front of his eyes. He turns to look me right in the eyes with incredulity. I look into his eyes, smile, and whisper, “Boom.” And slam his arm into the floor. I hear bones crack and he screams in pain. I may have broken his wrist. Good. Fucker deserved it if I did. Shawn takes a step towards me and swings his leg back to kick me. I brace my body as he unleashes his kick. He catches me right in the abs. I flex and absorb most of the kick. If I hadn’t, he would have broken some ribs. I reach out and grab his leg and hold onto it. He’s not getting a second chance to kick me. He tries to stomp me with his other leg, but I quickly jostle the leg I’m holding and he stops so he can regain his balance. Ash is still writing in pain. Shawn yells at him. “Ash, shut the fuck up and help me here.” Ash turns to me and balls up his left hand. He pulls it back and throws a punch, but I lean out the way and he hits the floor with it and curses in pain. I turn my attention to Shawn. If I can get him off his feet, I’ve got a chance. I reach out my other arm for his free leg and catch his pant leg. He wobbles a bit. He puts both fists together and swings them down onto the back of my head and upper shoulders. I am so full of adrenaline, I barely feel the punch. He swings again, but I tense my muscles and his fist bounces off. I get a better grip on his other leg and yank it. He stumbles backward and falls onto his ass. I release his legs and jump up. I straddle his chest and pull back my left fist. I am about to knock him out when I hear Ash softly, but evilly say, “Cracker, look here before you do something you’ll regret.” I glance over to him and he has Ming in a head lock with his injured arm and his good arm is wrapped around his face. “You throw that punch and I swear to God, I will break Chink’s neck. He’ll never know what happened, but you’ll live with this image for as long as we let you live.” I pause for a moment and Ash flexes the bicep around Ming’s neck some more. “Time’s a wasting Cracker.” I relent and get off Shawn. Ash lets go of Ming and lets him drop to the ground. I jump over to him to make sure he’s still ok. He’s still out, but seems to be ok. “Oomph…” and the light starts to recede. I turn over and see Shawn standing over me with the remains of a chair in his hands. It has shattered and he’s only holding the legs. I feel blood start to trickle down my back. ** I feel someone slapping my face. “Wake up princess.” Great, I hear Shawn. “You’re one tough son of a bitch, I’ll give you that.” I try to respond but find I have a gag in my mouth and my hands are bound behind my back. I look around and see we are no longer in the condo. We’re in a house, but whose? Where is Ming? I start to look around and finally see him in another corner of the room. He’s woken up, but is gagged like I am. He is staring right at me with a panicked look in his eyes. I wink at him to show him I’m fine. He winks back. Good, so is he. He’s got an ugly bruise on his cheek where Ash hit him. I’ll pay the fucker back for that. Ash comes into my view and rubs my head. “You’re one strong dude. We’ll need to do that again. I’ll be ready for you. But now, it’s time for me to fuck you up some.” With that he unleashes a violent kick to my midsection. I flex at the last second, but he put his full force behind it and it catches me around the same spot Shawn had kicked me earlier. I feel a rib crack. Dammit. He leans down and cocks his left hand and swings at me. I relax my body and when he hits me, I let my face move with the hit. It helps me from losing a couple teeth. He comes back with an immediate upper cut and bashes my jaws together. My head bangs backward into the wall with enough force to rattle a couple pictures on it. I get dizzy, see stars, but stay conscious. I eye him up and wink at him letting him know I can take whatever he dishes out. He takes another swing at my face and catches me right below my right eye and the side of my nose. I hear a crunch. Great, a broken nose and most likely a black eye. He starts to heave his chest and flex his left hand. I see some blood on the knuckles. I then notice his right hand is bandaged up and hanging at his side so he cannot get much leverage into the swings. He walks to a nearby chair and picks it up with his left hand and walks back at me. He’s about to swing it at me when Shawn grabs it and stops him. “Ash, we need him alive and awake. Calm down.” Ash yells back, “Calm down? What the fuck? Look what the Cracker did to my hand.” He waves his right hand in Shawn’s face. “There are better ways to get revenge than breaking a chair over his head.” “Yeah, but it’d be a good start and would make me feel better.” “We just need to be patient. Bull and Ron will be back soon with our other guests. While we wait, let’s see what we can do with their toys. I think you can have fun inflicting some pain on Ming over there with them.” I watch Ming’s face go steely blank. He knows if he shows any emotion, whether pain and fear, they will jump on it. Shawn grabs Ming by his hair and starts to pull him up. Ming rises with him. Shawn slaps him in the face a few times, “You ready to get fucked up like your boyfriend, Ming. I’m guessing you’re used to pain based on some of the toys we found in your playroom.” Ash opens a bag on the floor and flips it over. Out falls 3 of our dildos, the 8x10, 10x12, and the 12x14, which is basically a gag gift we display, but never use. A couple nipple clamps, some straps, the riding crop, and a blindfold. Shawn picks up the blindfold and walks over to me, smiles, and says, “It’s going to be more interesting if you can only hear what we do to Ming. To have you watch may be too painful.” My eyes flare up and my breathing becomes deep and heavy. I need to be smart about this. The binds on my wrists are tight. I could try to wiggle out of them, but that would take time. They’ve also bound my ankles and legs so I cannot get up, or even if I could, I wouldn’t pose too much of a threat. He puts the blindfold on and I hear him walk away. He starts talking to Ming, “Ok Ming, where do we start?” Ash chimes in and says, “Let’s move to the main event and rip his ass open with that big fucker over there.” “Nah. Let’s work up to it. I want to see how Ming reacts to each one. To jump to the end would be a waste of effort. We’ve got plenty of time. Strip him.” I hear clothes being ripped off and Ming grunting. A piece of clothing lands on my legs. “Ok, pick him up and bend him over the bed, ass out.” I hear Ash grunt as he picks Ming up and maneuvers him to the bed. “Oh, before we begin with the dildos, put these nipple clamps on him.” Ash responds, “How the fuck would I know how to put them on?” Shawn flatly says, “Just pinch the ends and the clamps open. Jesus fucking Christ Ash, can’t you do anything but flex and grunt?” I laugh to myself. At least Shawn and I agree that Ash is not the brains of the operation. I hear Ming grunt again. I’m guessing Ash is attempting to put the clamps on, but is not doing it correctly. He mumbles, “Close enough.” “Fine, bend him back over.” Shawn sighs. “I think we’ll start with the smallest one.” I breathe a sigh of relief. “No use ripping him up quickly. Did you remember to grab the bottle of lube, Ash?” “No, why would you want that?” Shawn sounding irritated says, “Because dumb shit, sticking a dry piece of plastic up his ass isn’t going to accomplish anything. We probably won’t be able to get it in at all.” “Don’t you be calling me a dumb shit. Why the fuck would I care if the dildo goes into his ass dry or with lube. If you’re so concerned with his well-being, go run that thing under the sink and just get it wet. Same as lube, problem solved.” Ash’s voice recedes and it sounds like he has walked out of the room. “Hold still Ming.” I hear him slap him on his head. Shawn walks out of the room. I hear a faucet turn on and then off a few seconds later. Shawn walks back into the room, kicks me in my ribs on the way by saying, “You still paying attention Cam? Can’t have you miss hearing what’s happening.” He walks back to Ming and starts to insert the dildo. I hear Ming grunt in pain. I shake my head trying to dislodge the blindfold, but it does not work. Ming grunts again and I hear Shawn grunt as well. “I guess water is not the same as lube. Oh well, lesson learned. No going back now Ming.” I hear Ash walk back into the room and he gruffly says, “Hey dickhead, how about this instead of lube.” Shawn says, “Yeah, that could work. Maybe you’re not such a dumb shit after all.” “Fuck you Shawn.” “Just give it to me.” I can only imagine what they found and are using now. Ming moans as the dildo is removed from his ass. A few seconds later Ming grunts again. They must be reinserting it. He does not grunt in pain, so whatever they found is pretty good. “See Shawn I knew cooking oil would be just as good as lube.” “Fine Ash, you are right. Feel better?” Shawn says with a large dose of sarcasm in his voice. I hear Ming grunt several times in a row and then hear Ash start to laugh. He says, “You’re being too easy on him. Look at how big the other dildo’s are. He must be used to the one you’re using. Just shove it in. Here, let me do it for Christ’s sake.” I hear Ash walk over and then Ming cries out in pain thru the gag. I struggle to break free, but the binds are too tight. Ming groans again. ‘Fuck, fuck, what are they doing to him?’ Ash says, “See, he lived, he’s done this before. Get me the next one.” I hear Shawn walk over and assume he’s gotten the 10x12. I hear the cap to the oil unscrew. That’s a good thing. He steps back over and I hear the smaller dildo come out with a pop. I know Ming has used the 10x12 but has never taken it all the way. It’s going to tear him up if they try. Shawn says to Ash, “I’ll do this one. You had your fun.” I hear Ming let out a low groan. They’ve started. After about 5 minutes, I hear Ming start to moan in pain. They must not have added more oil to the dildo and it is drying out. I start to bang my feet on the floor and make noise to distract them. Ash yells at me, “Keep still and quiet cracker. Make more noise and I’ll pound on both you and chink to teach you a lesson, got it?” I stop. I can’t let Ming take unnecessary physical abuse. They resume. Ming is grunting now and I can hear him yelp thru the gag. It’s causing him pain. ‘Fuck. Dammit’, I bang my legs again and try to roll around. Anything to distract them and give Ming a chance to rest. I hear Ash yell at me and walk towards me. “Cracker doesn’t want to listen to me? Fine. How about this?” His fist connects with my solar plexus. I grunt and moan. Next he nails the side of my head with his left forearm. He knocks me over to my side. I’m guessing he’s going to try to kick me so I time my reaction and flex my body when I think he’s going to strike. Nothing. I continue to hold the flex. After about 15 seconds, I release it and bam, he kicks me in the abs. “Kind of sucks when you can’t see, but I can watch you flex and relax. Ha-ha.” I think he broke another rib. At least Ming got some relief. I hear Ash walk over to him and say, “Your turn.” And I hear Ming cry out in pain through the gag, then what sounds like his body slumping over and falling off the bed. “Why the fuck would you do that Ash? You fucking knocked him out again? I wanted him awake so I could fuck him up with the dildo. Now he’s out. Can’t you follow directions for 5 minutes? Jesus Fucking Christ.” “I warned them and they didn’t listen. I had to fuck them up or they’d think we’re not serious.” Silence, and I mean dead silent. After about 15 seconds Shawn very quietly says to Ash, “Please go out to the kitchen.” There is a hardness and un-nerving command sound to the request. Ash starts to protest, but suddenly stops. I can only guess the look Shawn gave him to make him stop. Footsteps recede from the room. Ash has left. Shawn stands there for another 30 seconds or so, not saying a word, then he walks out as well. I hear the door shut and a chair is placed under the knob. The house is dead quiet for 10 minutes. Then I hear Shawn on his phone. He is so far away, I can only hear a few words. “How long?” “Which one?” “Ok, get back here, we’re having issues.” Another 15 minutes pass. I hear Ming moan. I cannot tell if he has woken up or not. The pain in my body has started to increase. My face, chest, and ribs hurt like a son-of-a-bitch. I know a hospital stay is in my future when we make it out of here. I hear a door open somewhere in the house. Voices start talking. I cannot make them out. Footsteps coming toward our room. I hear the chair being removed from under the knob and the door opens. Someone enters and the door is shut behind them and relocked. “Cam? Oh God, what have they done to you?” It’s Kenny. Shit, they got another one of us. He goes on, “Oh fuck, Ming too.” I hear him walk over to me. “Hold still for a minute buddy, this may hurt.” I feel his hands undo the gag and remove it and the ball of cloth in my mouth. He takes off the blindfold next. I squint at the sudden brightness and have to close my eyes. I mumble, “Go help Ming.” “I will after I get you untied. Hold still.” He releases my legs and then my hands. I slowly open my eyes again and look at him. He has a bruise under his right eye and a cut on his arm. They also spray painted his pony tail neon blue. “Help me over to Ming.” I croak. He lifts me up and I walk and stumble over. Ming is out again. I see another bruise forming on his face. I untie all the restraints, pull the gag off, and gently pull the dildo out of his ass and toss it away. I cradle him in my arms and I start to sob. I look at Kenny and ask, “What is this all about?” “I barely remember what happened. I was tossing some clothes into my duffle bag when I heard the front door open and I yelled because I thought it was Stu. Next thing I know, I awoke in the back of a sedan.” Kenny says. There will be hell to pay and I know I will be first in line to hand it out, regardless of the shape I’m in. Kenny continues, “Shawn is here with Bull and Ash. They’re getting back and Jay and Max for the beating Jay gave them a few years back. Ron is here to fuck with Davey and Ty. How they met up is the question of the day.” “Great.” “Yeah. Ron and Bull got me. I guess they wanted to get Stu at the same time, but he’d run out for some food when they arrived. What about you guys?” I explain our situation, “They broke into our condo. Not sure how they knew where we lived? We tried to get through the playroom window, but they broke down the door and Ash knocked Ming out. I arm wrestled him and beat him.” Kenny cracks a smile and nods in approval, “and then they started to beat my ass. I held out as long as possible, but Shawn decided to take a chair to my back. I woke up here. They blindfolded me and then started to torment Ming.” He nods again. “I like what they’ve done to your tail. I makes you standout in a crowd.” “I didn’t have a choice or I’d have taken green or purple.” We both laugh. The door opens and Ron and Shawn come in and shut the door again. Ron grabs a chair and sits right in front of the door. Shawn stands off to the side. Here we go. Ron looks us over, nods to each of us, and begins, “Cam, Kenny. I guess you’re wondering what’s up?” Kenny shrugs his shoulders and I just stare at him, my eyes swelling shut from the abuse. “Well, we” and he nods to Shawn “wanted to get back at Ty and Jay for hurting us. Ty has taken my boyfriend and Jay put a real hurting on Shawn’s friends, especially Larry. Larry is still recovering from the beating Jay put on him 4 years ago.” I don’t move or give an indication that I care. “We figured taking some of their friends and fucking them up would be kind of fun, right Shawn?” Shawn nods. I mumble, “How did you two meet? You don’t really seem like two peas in a pod, especially since Shawn is not a fan of gay men.” Shawn chirps up, “Yeah, well, we have a common goal, so I put aside my feeling to help Ron out. As for how we met, well, would you believe me if I said we were cousins?” I shake my head no and Kenny laughs. “I didn’t think so.” He laughs. “I knew where Jay lived from when he used to come into my gym at the beach. He left his address on the visitors form.” Ron adds, “I got Davey’s address from his family. It took some effort as he’d asked them not to tell me where he’d moved to. But I can be pretty persuasive when I need to be. His sister is so sweet and has always had a soft spot for me, dump kid.” He chuckles. “I was scoping out Davey and followed him to the gym a few times. Every time, I passed Shawn in his van as he was watching Jay come and go from the gym. One day I pulled up next to him and we stuck up a conversation. The rest is history. And now we’re here.” Kenny says, “You realize when this is over, you all will be going to jail for a long time. Just kidnapping us…” Ron waves his hand and says, “Yes, yes, consequences of our actions, but if there are no bodies to be found…” Kenny’s eyes go wide and I start to rise. He puts a hand on my arm and applies pressure. I relent and sit back down. “Just kidding guys. But remember, there were no consequences for Jay when he beat up Shawn and his friends.” “That’s because they started it.” I sound like a 7 year saying it. Ron laughs. I look at Shawn, “Why would you wreck your truck hitting Jay and Max? That doesn’t make sense?” “We tried to broadside them, but were going a bit too fast and ended up in front of them. Eh, shit happens and it still sent Max to the hospital with a broken arm after we bought them pizza that night. It was a nice start to our adventure. Having you 3 as our guests is the next step.” Shawn says looking at us. Ron stands up and announces, “This has been a nice chat. Unfortunately it must come to an end. We have calls to make, people to torment, you know, the standard stuff of evil, diabolical plans.” He laughs at the joke he made. Kenny and I do not. They leave the room and Bull and Ash walk in. Great, more fun. Ash walks up to Kenny and says, “Hey buddy, long time since the beach. I think you still owe us a blow job.” And he and Bull smirk. He grabs Kenny by the hair and pulls him close and then shoves him to his knees. He puts his hand on the back of Kenny’s head and shoves his face into his crotch and mashes it around. Kenny makes no effort to stop him, knowing if he did, it would just give Ash a reason to more cruel. Ash pushes him backwards and Kenny sits, squatting on his hunches. Bull gets behind him and grabs his arms, pinning him to his thighs. Ash gets down and is face level with Kenny and says, “Now, I’m going to stick my 10 inch rock hard dick into your mouth and you ARE NOT going to 1. Try to bite if off, or 2. Do anything else, except let me have my way and blow my load. You see, I don’t want to have a gay man’s mouth touch my dick, but given I’ve been waiting 4 long years, I’ll suffer through it. If you try anything stupid, Bull here will injure you severely and then fuck with the other two. Got it?” Kenny nods. He stands up, unzips, and his cock flops out. It’s pretty impressive. Hairless, veiny, shaved balls. “Open.” Kenny opens his mouth and sticks out his tongue. Ash flops his dick on it and slowly begins inserting it. It’s not hard to start, but gets harder the further in he puts it. It seems like he may like the feeling. He’s about half way in when Kenny closes his mouth and starts to suck. Ash lets out a moan. I can see Kenny’s tongue begin to move around the unit, covering it with spit. Ash, for all his protests is now swaying his hips back and forth, shoving more in. Kenny is just doing his thing. I guess Ash should have asked Kenny if he could handle a 10 inch dick. I’ve seen Kenny take larger, thicker ones and not even bat an eye. He simply opens his throat, bobs his head forward and takes Ash to the root. Ash grunts and bucks his hips. Kenny just takes it and continues to suck like a Hoover vacuum. If Bull weren’t holding his arms back, Kenny would have snaked a finger into Ash’s ass and used the other hand to tweak his nipples and feel up his muscles, just to have some fun. But, since he is being restrained, he just bobs his head back for forth and washes his tongue over the unit. Ash must like it as he puts his hands on Kenny’s head and is now forcibly pulling him closer to him, trying to shove more in. Ash starts barking out, “Oh fuck, oh fuck, God-dammit.” He is now rocketing his hips forward, but Kenny doesn’t seem to care, he just continues doing his thing. He almost looks bored. Ash continues to buck his hips and suddenly stands up on his tip-toes and yells, “Fffuuuuckkkk….” And blows his load down Kenny’s throat. Kenny for his part, just lets it happen. He swallows every drop and then opens his mouth so Ash can withdraw. He even sticks his tongue out so the dick does not flop out and brush against his chin. Ash swings his fisted left hand at Kenny and catches him on the side of his face. He face snaps to the right and he lets out an “Oomph.” “Faggot.” Is all Ash says to him. He looks up at Bull and says, “You want to have a turn?” “Nah. But I will do this.” He releases Kenny’s shoulders and he flops onto the floor, his face red and swelling up. Bull reaches down, flips him over, and picks him up. He stands him up, then brings him in for a bear hug. He wraps his enormous biceps and forearms around Kenny’s lower back and lifts him off the ground. He begins to squeeze. Kenny’s arms are trapped at his sides. Bull continues to apply pressure and starts to swing him from side to side. Kenny starts to yell out in pain. “Shut the fuck up, will ya.” Bull head-butts him causing him to scream loader. I can see blood starting to drip from his nose. Great, another broken nose. Bull head-butts him again, knocking him out. Bull squeezes him tighter. I can see his 23 inch biceps swelling up and crushing Kenny’s arms and sides. He is holding him so tightly, I can bet Kenny now has a few bruised rips too. “I’m done.” He releases his arms and Kenny falls to the floor again, but since he is unconscious, he falls like a marionette whose strings have been cut. He just lays there. Ash kicks him once to make sure he’s out and looks up at Bull. “Our work here is done.” He looks at me and says, “I’ll be back cracker, don’t go anywhere.” They walk out of the room, shut the door, and I hear the lock engage and the chair go back under the handle.

So I am putting a disclaimer here before anyone reads this. If it gets complaints, I will move it to the Member+ Section. This new series involves a 16 year old. There is sex in the later parts, but there is also Age Progression, so this teen becomes an ADULT. Just a Warning and a Precaution I wanted to take. This is also based on an RP I am currently working on with Nostson. It is still not complete but we are making sure it gets to completion so this amazing EPIC can be told in full. Currently Have enough for 4 parts... and TWO of them are already written. Anyways... Please Enjoy this twisted piece of fucked up fiction for your jerking pleasures... INFINITY BREAKERS Part 1 The Alpha The Alpha, the Universe’s only sole Guardian, is out patrolling his local city. It’s a daily thing and if he didn’t do it, well it just left it up to the local authorities. What set him apart was he had powers normal heroes didn’t have. Strength 10 times a normal human. And Super Speed. Everyone loved him, he was an all-around Hero that everyone wished they were him as well. After he just stopped another bank robbery, heading out to his next location to patrol, he noticed a teen, 16 years of age. Sizing him up 5’3” 140lbs. A nice athletic build. He was a fine specimen that in a few years when he was truly a man, He’d be one hell of a stud. The Alpha’s inner mentality made his stomach churn a bit. You see, The Alpha wasn’t always this 6’6” 345lb shredded beef of muscle. He used to be just as small as this teen, but we will get to that later. The Alpha flew in low, landing right behind the teen, pressing his first up along the wall above his head. “How’s it going sport?” He tried sounding cool, flirting in his own way as best as he could. He looked down at the teen over his pecs, as the teen looked up from his phone, giving the kid his hero’s smile. The teen watched as the fist actually punched a hole into the side of the building, bits of debris fell at their feet, a couple of pebbles and dust landed in his hair. All he could do was gawk at the massive body so close to him, eventually he saw the handsome face, smiling back. “H-hello sir!” he couldn’t find the words, his Hero was right in front of him, larger then life. “I-I’m doing fine! What are you doing here?” The Alpha placed his large hand on the teen’s shoulder, his palm fully enclosing it as he made his way to the other side of the teen’s body, bending down a bit so they were eye level. “I just finished up here, when my eye caught you! You’re a pretty handsome kid!” He took a second to adjust himself before giving him a wink and a grin. “How would you like to come back to The Alpha’s home?” The Alpha kept smiling as he brushed the dust off of the top of the teen’s hair, but in reality it was just an excuse for him to get another touch of this kid he had a crush on. The teen gasped a bit from the touch, his own hand coming up to brush against his hero’s forearm, feeling the raw power of his real life champions thick and veiny muscle. He blushed from the words, even more that this muscled powerhouse had any interest in him, and even stopping by to give him a smile and a wink. “W-why thank you, sir! You’re the most handsome guy around though! W-why would you invite me?! I-I mean, yes! Of course I want to come!” The teen continued to get flustered as he was given this once in a lifetime opportunity. The Alpha took that as his OK. In one quick sweep he spun the teen around, lifting him off his feet and scooping him into his arms. “Sorry, Sport!” He pulled a cloth out of his back pocket, tying it around the teen’s. “I can’t let you see where home is right now. So where this as a precaution and we will get there safely!” In seconds, The Alpha lifted off the ground, and took off, holding the teen close to his body, making sure even with breaking the sound barrier, the teen was safe. In mere minutes later, they slow down as The Alpha comes in for a landing, He places the teen on a chair, “Security System: Lock Down!” removing the blindfold from the teen’s eyes as giant metal shutters began closing around the entire room. “VOICE RECOGNITION COMPLETE!” the animatronic voice echoed throughout the giant room as the last shutters slid over the windows, blocking the sun completely from their views. *CLAP-CLAP* Light’s begin to turn on and illuminate the building. The teen look’s around. High Ceilings, lots of computers and electronics, even all the new and latest gaming gadgets. His hero was a gamer too! On one side of the room sat a kitchen. The other a bedroom, with a very large bed, much bigger than a King. “Wow… this is like… the room of my dreams! But why do you have all this stuff? Aren’t you busy being a hero?” The Alpha slowly pulls his gloves off, tossing them aside, followed by pulling the spandex top off his upper body. His chest glistened with sweat as he took a seat at the foot of the bed, looking over at the teen. The teens jaw dropping again from the site of his pumped body. “H-Holy fuck…” he mumbled as his body faced the hero. The Alpha pats the spot next to him on the bed as he lifts his leg up, pulling his booted foot into his lap and removing the boot, exposing his large size 15 foot. He does the same with the other boot, tossing it aside. “A hero has to have fun every now and then, doesn’t he? It gets lonely some times. The teen stepped closer, his knees threatening to give out as he approached the hero, looking away from his face, glancing down to see those massive feet and legs. He almost ended up stumbling over the massive discarded boots from not paying attention, stepping over them and making eye contact just before he was right in front of him. “Is that why you invited me then?” “Come closer, stud! I don’t bite!” He makes a chomping sound with his pearly whites. “Unless you want me to?” He winks before letting out a hardy heroic laugh. The teen backs up a bit as the hero leaned forward and pretended to bite, blushing in embarrassment as he heard the deep laugh. He slowly moves closer towards The Alpha again, sitting on the spot he initially patted, looking over at this large, muscle man’s body, seeing the thickness of his pecs and even his abs from this angle. “I-I think I’ll pass on the biting…” he was slightly confused. The hero turned to face the teen a bit. “Don’t be shy! I was once small like you! You have no need to be embarrassed in front of me.” The hero noticed the teen checking him out. Taking in everything that made him the hero. He lifted his arm up, flexed it. The bicep peaked up, perfect symmetry. “Go ahead. Touch it!” The Alpha gently takes the teen’s hand into his own, placing it on the warm rounded surface. He gives it a little flex, making it harder. “What’s your name, kid?” The teen can’t really believe what his hero was saying… he was once small like him? He watched as his hero moved his hand along his bicep. His own hand shaking a bit, but he slowly calmed down after he felt how gentle the large man was. He tried gripping the bicep, squeezing it a bit harder. Moving his second hand up on that one massive peak of hard flesh. “Oh god… I can’t even budge your arms!” He shouted excitedly, and got even more excited as his hero raised his other arm into a double bicep pose. “M-My name is Johnathan, sir! And what do you mean you were once small like me?” The Alpha watched as Johnathan continued to feel up his arms with his hands… It’s practically a worship session, which he had not hand in quite a long time, especially not from someone so HOT to him either. His own cock, stirring a bit as he got lost in the feeling. “Mmmm… A guy doesn’t just get to be like how I am, Johnny Boy… Powers… this much strength… I’m the only one like me in the entire Universe…” The Alpha lifted Johnathan up, spun him around and pulled him into his chest. “I used to be just like you a few years ago. Hell, I was even a teen! 16 to be exact…” getting lost in the feel, The Alpha ran his beard against Johnathan’s neck. His breathe warm. Pecs heaving on Johnathan’s back as he wrapped his arms around him in an embrace. “Will you be mine, Johnathan?” Johnathan blushed again as his hero gave him such a cute nickname, then snapped back to reality as hid idol he just met told him all this stuff about himself. “W-WHAT?” stammered out before he was man handled and forced into the hero’s lap. “I mean, how can I say no to you, sir?” he was being overwhelmed by everything that was happening so quick. He tried to clear his mind for a second. Thinking back to what The Alpha had told him. “You were once 16, like me. H-How did you become so…. So massive? So Powerful? So…” he took a second to swallow his fear of what he was about to ask. “S-Sexy?” Johnathan blushed as he reached up to rub his hands along the massive forearms, knowing even if he didn’t want to be there, in his heroes arms, there was no way he could move the arms holding him with his strength alone. “My power was inherited, little one…” The Alpha continued his story, kissing the teen’s neck, reaching his hand into his sexy young stud’s shorts. Johnathan blushed a bit, letting out a light moan as the large hand moved down his core and into his pants, his hands gripping onto The Alpha’s wrist as things began to move faster, not sure where things were going to go as he had never done this before with anyone, his own cock beginning to grow erect. “I mean one day the world was in complete chaos, the next I show up… seems kind of ironic don’t you think but I did clean up the mess…” His hand gripped around the shaft, 4 inches, getting harder. “Mmmm, fuck… bigger then mine used to be… and the same age.” The Alpha was lost in his own thoughts. “Fuck !&@&*$&(!*&#*(!)!*&!” The word made no sense, but the next moment changed everything. The Alpha began to breathe hard, trying to catch his breath. *THUMP* A large ball falls onto the floor, rolling away from them. “WhAt HaVe I dOnE…” The Alpha’s voice was slowly changing pitch. His shadow looming over Johnathan was beginning to shrink, and the teen felt it too. Johnathan’s back begun to sink back into the hero more. The pec’s that were once supporting him began to retract. *THUMP* Another ball… *THUMP* *THUMP* Multiple ones all bounced to different corners of the room. All different colors and some of different sizes. Johnathon snaps back to reality as he heard that strange word and the balls start to bounce. He felt movement from behind him and the higher pitch voice was beginning to worry him. “What the…” not even sure it was the same man behind him anymore, he holds the arm in front of him tighter, suddenly realizing that they are much smaller and not holding him as tightly. Johnathan turned around, just in time to see The Alpha’s body falling back onto the bed, one more ball rolls around the bed as his heroes body writhers and shrinks to even smaller sizes. “Oh my god, what’s happening to you?!” Johnathan hops over the hero’s body, leaning in over him. The hero continuing to lose size as the teen stares down. His limbs retracting inward. His torso and spine compacting. His muscles deflating. Johnathan watched as the hair on his exposed chest retreated back into his skin. All of the hero’s manly appeal wasted away and reverted back to a more boyish charm as he devolved and shrank. His body reaching Johnathan’s size, before slipping even smaller as he returned to his original 16 year old self. His super hero tights were now loose, his cock no longer bulging outward as it had also returned to its old 3 inch pencil dick size. The Alpha gave one final *GASP* as his memories of the things he had done stayed, but his genius intellect pushed his way out of his head, creating a large jawbreaker, that rolled itself right into Johnathan’s hand that was still watching in utter amazement as his hero became a 5ft 120lb wimp… To Be Continued…