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Hello all. I've been around the forum for some time, and regularly post pictures, but this is my first actual story I've written for the forums. I've chatted on Skype and Discord about freakishly, inhumanly, conditioned bodybuilders and those chats have inspired me to write this (I’ve also posted some of those chat logs here: https://muscle-growth.org/topic/9851-extreme-conditioningfreakishly-lean-chat-logs/) I’ve decided to write a contest prep journal of sorts. Following the main character from the start of prep at 16 weeks out up to the competition and immediately after (for those unfamiliar with bodybuilding contest prep, 16 weeks is the standard time you diet for to get ready for a show). Since prep usually starts out slow I move through the beginning quickly and become more detailed the closer he gets. In standard muscle fiction style though, this is no ordinary bodybuilder and no ordinary prep as he ends up becoming the leanest, most inhumanly conditioned bodybuilder anyone has ever seen. I hope people enjoy it. Special thanks to @ShreddedFreaksLoverfor his Jeff stories and the inspiration they have provided, and to all those shred and vascularity lovers I’ve chatted with over the years for the material to draw from. Also thanks to @muscledlust for inspiring me to share some of my rants on conditioning and to all those I've chatted with over the years. The main character’s name is Sven, he’s competed in bodybuilding once before. He also has a day job as an engineer and professor at a university. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 16 Weeks Out Here we go again. It’s been four years since I last competed. My first, last, glorious failure on the stage. Why am I doing this again? After all that pain? After I swore I’d never step on stage again? I get angry just thinking about it. That stupid so called friend and training partner who said he’d help me prep. The feeling of abandonment and disillusionment I felt after the show, of being kicked by the curb and forgotten. Why? Who knows. It’s a world I’ve never fit in. Never been “one of the guys”. Perhaps that’s good though. Most the people I’ve meet in this sport are self-centered, shallow, assholes. Maybe it’s better I’ve never quite fit. I was so angry after that show. Angry at him, angry at all the people I knew at that gym, angry at myself. No, angry isn’t right, disappointed. I had serious potential. I could have won. I had been training for years. Obsessed with muscle and bodybuilding ever since I was a little kid. I remember the first time I saw a bodybuilder, or, at least highly muscular man. Thank god for Soloflex commercials and ESPN. I didn’t even know what I was looking at. All I knew was it was power and masculinity at a level I had never seen. Wearing only a stripped black and yellow spandex singlet, muscles exploding through the fabric. Huge, monstrous, unbelievable muscles. Bowling ball sized biceps, perfectly round and split. A ripped eight pack clearly visible through the fabric. Thighs so big they pushed their legs apart threatening to rip the singlet apart at the seams. Capped with an impossibly massive set of shoulders. So wide and round it looked like he had stuffed football shoulder pads under his skin. Absolute power and strength in human form. I wanted that. I wanted to be that. I was hooked. Anything with muscle, it didn’t matter what kind. Gymnasts, football players, strongmen, bicyclists (big thighs and calves), exercise videos, workout machine commercials, adds for weight lifting sets in Boys Life, muscular actors on TV, and of course the holy grail, bodybuilding books and magazines (this was before the internet). But always in secret. I knew such interests would not sit well with my family, they wouldn’t understand. I was a geek. A young, awkward, probably slightly aspergers, engineer and band geek from a family of academics. We simply didn’t do football, or weightlifting, or “manly” sports. We cross country skied and ran. I hate running. Secretly, at night, I would stuff clothes under my sweatshirt and flex in the mirror a-la Hans and Franz from Saturday Night Live. Wishing I had muscles like those men I so admired. I was always fascinated by american football shoulder pads. Not because I wanted to play football, but because I love the illusion of size and width they gave. Seeing those massive men with mountain range wide capped shoulders and lycra encased tree trunk legs was all I ever cared about with that game. I'd also sneak into my parents closet and steal my dads spandex cycling shorts and bibs. The connection between muscle and compression wear was always apparent to me and I loved the way it felt. Powerful, masculine, strong. In high school, as soon as I was old enough, I started to train, quietly, slowly, under the radar. Some friends and I started lifting at the local YMCA. It was a 45 minute bus ride, one way, and not the most glamorous of places. This was no LA Fitness. The gym was in the old pool (literally). No windows, all tile walls, no AC. I was in heaven. My friends lasted 3 weeks, I never stopped. Despite being a geek and never playing any sports I was always strong for my size. I took quite naturally to lifting. I had no trainer, no guide, and relied on books and articles, but I made good progress. The start of the journey from 140 lb band geek to 230 lb wall of muscle. I love training. Being in the gym is home to me. I'm absolutely addicted. Training your ass off to get bigger and stronger. The mental and physical discipline required. The meticulous diet, every bite engineered not for enjoyment but to fuel and develop your muscles even further. Getting in the gym and working harder than anyone else around you. Pushing beyond what is normal and human, past pain, past weakness, and training like a fucking animal. Your every move, every thought and action dedicated to one goal, one purpose, to transform yourself from a normal, undisciplined, weak, human into a walking god of muscle and power. Unrecognizable from your previous state. No other sport can do that. Turn a man into a god. The longer I trained the more I became obsessed not only with muscle, the size and the power, but with conditioning. Seeing a bodybuilder with obscene road map vascularity, razor sharp cuts, paper thin, grotesque skin, and the most magnificent and shocking off all, striated, alien walnut glutes. It all made the muscle all that more intense and primal. The bodybuilder no longer looked human. No longer a mortal man, but now transformed into a being of raw muscle and fiber. I remember way back when Rich Gaspari freaked everyone out when he walked on stage for the first time with striated glutes. No one had ever seen anything like it before or even imagined it for that matter. It stunned the entire crowd. Now straited glutes are standard, almost required. I love how bodybuilders keep pushing the envelope of what people think the human body is capable of. Evolving into more and more perfected forms. To me the pinnacle of that evolution is conditioning. Zero percent bodyfat, veins covering every inch of skin, cuts so deep you can lose your finger in them, and saran wrap thin transparent skin. Conditioning is the great equalizer. It doesn't matter if your huge roided up bodybuilder or a men's physique guy, conditioning wins, period. It separates the amateurs from the complete freaks who have taken their sport and dedication to the next level. You could have 50 lb more muscle on you than another guy but if he is peeled to the bone without an ounce of fat or water, he wins. Everyone else on stage looks fat in comparison. That is why I love bodybuilding. The transformation from normal human to inhuman, god like, perfection. Through absolute discipline, an insane work ethic, and relentless effort the pinnacle of the evolution of male physique can be achieved. It’s beautiful because it is so rare and difficult. Only the most dedicated ever get close. Seeing how far it can be taken. Seeing how perfected and absolutely fat, water, and skin free the body can become. Becoming a walking anatomy chart that makes people puke and look away when they see it. To me that is the ultimate goal. Let the mass freaks have their day, I vote for the beyond shredded competitor every time. I've been around bodybuilding contests and bodybuilders for a long time. It's insane when you see someone in person with that truly contest ready, obscene, level of conditioning. You can't look away. Every movement is like a cascade of alien muscle and fibers. It's unreal. Nothing about the person looks human. Everything on their body is ripped beyond belief, not just the normal bodybuilding muscles. Their face, hands, feet, everything. Not to mention those gorgeous, walnut like, striated glutes. You don't count as ripped in my book unless your ass looks alien and your face has striations. One of my favorite parts is the face. That sunken in, skinless, skelator diet face you get when you've really achieved anatomy chart status. You can see the jaw muscle fibers and every disgusting cut and insertion on their face. One of the hottest looks I've ever seen. I love the thought of people being able to know you're that ripped just by seeing your face. Fully clothed and you know there’s an inhuman freak underneath, just from one look. I have fantasies about what being that lean must be like. Walking around knowing no one else around you comes even close to the level of perfection you've achieved. Going to the gym and taking your shirt off in the locker room to change and people just stare in awe and disgust. Not so much a freak as a superior man (which can sound bad, but I don't mean it that way). Knowing that you've developed your physique to a level of size and conditioning most will never approach. Perfected and carved like a masterpiece. Knowing you put in the hard work, diet, and training to obtain the physique you want while most others just dream of it. Seeing how others react when they see what a human body can really look like. What it can achieve, compared to their pathetic, fat, weak bodies. The unwavering discipline that you have that they don't. Ultimate alpha status. Wearing normal clothes, knowing that under your shirt is the most insane, grotesque, beyond humanly ripped physique anyone has ever seen, or even dreamed of for that matter. Being at work and knowing you’re an absolute freak. Under your shirt is a dry and skinless eight pack, crawling with veins. Your quads are disgusting road maps with inch deep cuts, and your glutes are so shredded you leave ridges in chairs when you sit on them. You eat chicken and broccoli while everyone else eats doughnuts and hot pockets. You fuel your body and goals, never wavering in your discipline, they don’t. People stare at your face when you walk by, talking behind your back about how "gross" it looks. Your hands covered with hundreds of veins, the skin so thin it gets sucked between each finger. Looking down, lifting up your shirt, and revealing the most grotesque, alien, vein covered abs anyone has ever seen. People around you gasp and stagger back at the sight. It's so unreal, so mutated and alien, people can't even comprehend what they're seeing. You've pushed your body and your conditioning to such an extreme level you no longer even resemble a normal human. The ultimate goal of any bodybuilder, to become so freakish people can't even comprehend what they see. To push what it means to be human to entirely new levels of size, development, and conditioning. Waking up in the morning and seeing your reflection in the bathroom mirror. Barely even able to recognize yourself. Living your life as a fucking freak. Looking down and seeing this skinless, vein covered mutant. Even touching your own body feels alien. All your hard work reflected in that body. Moving your paper-thin skin around your abs and watching how it forces the veins to move. Flexing your pecs and being able to count the sinews and feel each ridge and valley. Knowing you want more. Seeing how your skin could be thinner, the sinews in your chest ever deeper. Waking up every morning knowing that your leaner and freakier than the day before. In bed feeling that your abs are that bit tighter, skin that bit thinner, a new vein in your quad. It feels incredible. You can see the transformation before your eyes almost. That pushes to you work even harder. To be even more strict and disciplined. To push it to the next level and then the next. It becomes addicting. Wanting that feeling every morning. Not being able to wait to see what the mirror tells you you've become. What new level of beyond human conditioning you’ve achieved. I also sometimes wonder if their cocks also get just as freaky and vascular. I love the idea of this shredded as fuck, vein covered, muscular cock to go with that body. So lean even the head has a web of veins popping out. Rock hard, pulsing with garden hose thick veins. The perfected cock for the perfected human body. I think they’d be able to work out their cocks just like they work their muscles. Training them and getting some unreal muscle tissue and development. Bringing the definition of dick skin shreddedness to a whole new level. Crafting this muscular, alien, beast cock. So muscular and strong it can lift weights just like any other muscle. Hold up a man with their cock alone. The true definition of dick skin. Becoming so shredded your entire body is one giant muscular, inhuman, cock of muscle. My ideal cock would be that. Huge, angry, and just as grotesque as the body of the man who possessed it. You could see it bulging angrily against my shorts, so massive and thick you can see its veins through the fabric. Pulsing with blood and power. Trained and perfected just like my muscles. I'm able to exert absolute control over it, flexing and pumping it like a muscle. Able to make it rock hard on command, leaking pre-cum on command. Fed from my massive freak balls. Trained to produce limitless amounts of pre and cum. My cock able to orgasm over and over without ever getting soft. No limit to what it can do. Thicker than a beer can and over a foot long hard. Almost a being all its own. Developed to such a point it’s no longer a just a cock but an embodiment of pure muscle and power. Men see it and instantly try and look away but cannot. They stare at it. Massive and red, angry with power and size. An obscene web of veins crawling over the shaft, wrapping around it, feeding its power. The massive bright red pulsing head. So bloated and developed the fibers running along its surface flex and twitch at my command making the head resemble two huge striated pecs. I watch in horror as I flex and turn my cock head into a symphony of striations and cuts. The massive slit running down the middle, endlessly leaking pre like a fountain. I imagine curling plates with it. The shaft pumping up and flexing growing an even more intense red. It's as if my cock is on fire, burning with uncontainable power and desire. The huge veins explode causing the shaft to transform into an alien roadmap of pulsing, squirming, mountains feeding my cock with more blood, forcing it bigger and bigger. I can see it growing right before my eyes. No longer a remotely human cock, but a grotesque mutation of muscle and testosterone. The true cock of the beyond human, shredded, and skinless god who I’ve become. The ultimate cock for the ultimate physique. All of this which brings me back to that competition. I was big, 250-260 lb offseaon at that time. Fluffy. I had never competed before, so I had some weight to lose to compete. Like most newer guys size was always more important to me than conditioning. Eat, lift, grow, eat, lift, grow, screw cardio. I had no idea how to prep for a show, so I asked a friend from the gym to help me. Long story short, things went south. My so called friend disappeared 5 weeks before the show, I lost my discipline and motivation, and everything feel apart. I came in soft, I didn’t place well, and I was disappointed and angry. I swore I’d never compete again. But it’s always there. Always nagging at me. That desire to try again. To do it right. To show all those so-called friends I had had what a freak I could really be. To set the record straight and prove to myself I could do it. I want to wipe the stage with their pathetic physiques. Win the contest without even hitting one pose. And I feel like I could now. I have the support of my new husband, I’m more stable and secure, and I know what I want. So, being an engineer, I went full OCD, turned on research mode, and came up with a plan. One of my all-time favorite freaks is John Meadows. His conditioning is always fucking unreal. His skin is so dry and thin it's just this grainy, disgusting, paper thin layer holding in an obscene amount of muscles and veins. Just looking at him almost makes you turn in disgust. Cut with veins cover every inch in such number you can barely see anything but vein and muscle. Plus he always touts the most awesome death face and just mutated appearance. Fucking love him. Old man grainy dick skin to an entirely new level. The freaky as fuck thing is that he stays almost that conditioned all year round. It's insane. I read every book he wrote, every training article I could get my hands on, watched every video. I attended seminars with him and learned all I could about contest prep and how to achieve his inhuman level of conditioning. I did this with other bodybuilders too. Frank McGrath, Dorian Yates, Miha Zupan, Helmut Strebl, Alessandro Galli and Carlton Loth among others. Every shredded to the bone, ripped beyond humanity bodybuilder I could find. I learned all I could. I also researched penis enhancement and training literature. Not only did I want to bring the most inhumanly shredded physique the world had ever seen to the stage, I wanted the freak muscle cock to go with it. I developed a training plan and drug regiment aimed at turning my modestly sized cock into a grotesque freak of nature. I’ve already started on this part. A year ago, I started pumping my cock religiously. First just the shaft, and then moving to the entire package. It felt incredible. At first, I couldn’t pump it up much, but over time my ligaments loosened and my cock became accustomed to the routine. Now in a marathon session I can pump it to over 10 inches in length, thicker than a beer can, bright red and pulsing with pre-cum. My balls the size of grapefruit. A true monster cock. I love the feeling of it between my legs. So massive and heavy. The massive mushroom head has become super sensitive and the slit leaks pre almost constantly. I’ve also gained greater control over my cock due to the pumping. My cum volume has markedly increased and I can generate an almost non-stop stream of pre-cum. I can get rock hard on command and my cock is more sensitive than ever. It’s almost like having your cock edged all day. Constant arousal and pleasure. I’m always at least semi-hard. It’s incredible walking around with it pumped, though it took some getting used to. Going to the gym and seeing it bulge through my shorts. Seeing others look, unsure of what they see, unsure if they want to see what they see. The feeling of absolute male power it gives me. Knowing I have a bigger cock than anyone else around. Silly I know, but nothing says alpha male like a giant leaking cock. But it’s not enough. I don’t just want a big pumped cock, nice as it is. I want a massive, shredded, muscular beast cock. Something so obscene men gag at the sight. Something no longer human. The pumping was just the first stage. Getting it used to being huge, being stretched and pumped. Now it was time to start stage two. I planned to train and supplement my cock just like a muscle. Take its now massive pumped state and transform it into a grotesque muscle cock. Now contest prep starts. It’s time to get revenge for my past. To set things straight. I want to walk on that stage the most conditioned, most inhumanly shredded freak of nature the world has ever seen. An absolutely skinless, walking anatomy chart, god of muscle without a single ounce of fat, water, or skin on my body. No longer remotely human. I will be the next Rich Gaspari. The next bodybuilder to shock the world with an unimaginable level of conditioning. Something never before seen or even dreamed of. But that’s not enough. Bodybuilders to this point have neglected their cocks. The perfect bodybuilder would have a cock to match their physique. Hell, some are even ashamed of the bulge in their posing suits. They try to hide it! I will treat it just as any other muscle. I will walk on that stage with a true muscle cock worthy of my perfected, skinless, physique. Bulging obscenely against my poser. The massive shaft and garden hose thick veins clearly visible through the fabric. Leaking an ever growing wet spot of pre. Flexing bigger and harder with every pose I strike. That will be my gift to the world of bodybuilding. Absolute development and perfection of the human body. A new state of masculinity and power. So that’s the plan. Start prep now, enter the contest, and fucking destroy everyone. I want to win without even hitting a pose. Win just taking off my shirt backstage. Hell, win just by letting them see my grotesque and peeled face. Have people puking and gagging just at the sight of me. Unable to even comprehend the skinless, vein covered, mass of fibers and striations in front of them. Wondering how such a person can even exist and, secretly, wanting it. Seeing their faces drop as they realize the have no chance of winning against the freak I've become. They may as well just quit now and save themselves the embarrassment of standing next to me on stage. Of going through their routine pretending that they could even compare, even begin compete against what I've achieved. Standing in witness to the next evolution of bodybuilding. It all starts now… To be continued.

I Una tarde después de darle vueltas al asunto decidí preguntarme a Iván sobré qué tomaba él. Ivan había entrado en la empresa en que yo trabajaba unos años después que yo y como era amigo de uno de mis amigos no tardé en conocerlo. Lo que me llamó la atención fue el tamaño descomunual de sus brazos. Sus antebrazos eran mas grandes mi biceps y sus hombros se marcaban debajo de la remera. Su espalda estaba llena de músculos y se notaba que tenía una fuerza enorme. Nunca hablamos demasiado sobre temas de gimnasio hasta que me decidí y le mandé un mensaje por skype. Me pasó la información de su nutricionista y me dijo que varios galanes de la televisión iban a verlo. Agendé una cita y fui aterrado sin saber donde me estaba metiendo. En la sala de espera me atendió un tipo que parecía patovica. En las paredes había cuadros ridiculos de hombres musculososo en la playa o en el mar. Me senté junto a un pibe que debía tener diez años menos que yo pero que tenía unos brazos el doble de grandes y unas piernas peludas, largas y fibrosas que me costó no mirar. Entró primero que yo y pude escuchar a traves de la pared que el doctor, se llamaba Yamel, lo felicitaba por haber aumentado la masa muscular. Incluso llegó a resaltar que sus piernas habían crecido mucho. Cuando fue mi turno me encontré con un viejo del tamaño de Yoda. No sonreía y su expresión era tranquila como la de un sapo. Detrás de su escritorio había una biblioteca llena de fotos de fisiculturístas y hombres musculosos. Me preguntó por qué había ido a la consulta y le dije que quería mejorar en el entrenamiento. Sin más respondió: —Querés crecer. —Sí —dije y no pude evitar una sonrisa. Me tomó todas las medidas posibles y me dijo que dada mi contextura, podía llegar hasta los noventa kilos. Eso me pareció una locura. Yo estaba pesando poco más de setenta y tenía un poco de grasa. O al menos a mi me parecía poca, dado que para él yo estaba gordo. Eso me causó gracia. Me dio la receta me dijo que eran 60 cápsulas para tomar durante un mes, una con el desayuno y otra por la tarde. Después de ese mes tenía que tomar un remedio para que no me crecieran las tetas como a las mujeres. Eso me dio mucho más miedo del que tenía antes. Me dio tambien una dieta que debía seguir 6 dias de forma estricta y con un día libre. La dieta no era nada del otro mundo, yo mas o menos comía eso sin problema. Me dijo que me estaba dando un anabolisante y un quemador de grasa para los rollos. Esa misma tarde fui a la farmacia y le di la receta para que mandaran al laboratorio a hacer las pastillas. Las recogí a los pocos días y ese mismo viernas empecé a tomarlas. No pude evitar sentir cierta euforia y aunque no solía hacerlo decidí entrenar el sábado. No sentí diferencia, pero tampoco esperaba que fueran mágicas. Ivan me había dicho que tardaría dos semanas en hacer efecto. Sin embargo al tercer día sentía que había perdido algo de la grasa acumulada en la panza. El lunes fui a entrenar y yo mismo me sorprendí de la fuerza que tenía. Levanté un 20% más que mi máximo histórico y eso que no había ganado ni siquiera un kilo de nada. Sentía simplemente fuerza y ganas de levantar cosas. Al día siguiente me levanté con mucha energía y fui al gimnasio. Había decidido intentar ir la mayor cantidad de días posibles. Ese día sucedió lo mismo. La fuerza de mi cuerpo era irreal, nunca había levantado tanto peso. Ahora podía entender a esos flacos enormes que levantaban pesos absurdos. La fuerza de mi cuerpo era irreal. Esa misma tarde me saqué la remera y pude fue como mis músculos se habían inflado y ganado definición. Mi pecho estaba mucho más grande y mis hombros mas redondos. Mis brazos estaban todos duros y me costaba moverlos y sentía la espalda mucho más ancha. El reflejo de mi cuerpo y la fuerza que estaba sintiendo en el cuerpo me parecieron irreales. Solo habían pasado 5 dias, le mandé un mensaje a Ivan. —Boludo, esta es la posta. Lo que me dio Yoda me dio muchísima fuerza. —Y no sabés lo que te espera... —me dijo Ivan—, en dos semanas vas a ser otra persona. —¡Es una locura! Ahora entiendo a esos chabones que levantaban pesos imposibles. —Es genial, vas a ver que va a ir en aumento y vas a sentir que las pesas se vuelven más livianas. Cuando hice mi primer ciclo me volví loco de la fuerza que de pronto tenía. Después se estabiliza y te acostumbras. Pero vas a volverte mucho mas fuerte que cualquier flaco que no tome pastis. —Boludo, es zarpada la diferencia. En el gimnasio era el que más levantaba. Incluso el entrenador me dijo que estaba levantando mucho peso y que estaba entrenando muy bien. Yo sentía que recién estaba empezando y que todavía me quedaba muchísima más fuerza por ganar. Pero al mismo tiempo sentía mi cuerpo liviano como si hubiera bajado de peso. Antes de ir al gimnasio las manos me temblaban; sentía que tenía que ir si o si a levantar pesas y hacer fuerza. De todos modos me daba cuenta de que recién estaba empezando. A los pocos días empezaron a aparecer los músculos. ¡Y que músculos!

I hope you enjoy what happens to Matt, a worried teen who grows to realize his dreams. Introduction The shirt was torn, useless…he didn’t care. It wasn’t going to last much longer with a body like that. Already it was difficult to button the shirt stretched by his huge chest dominated by massive, hanging pec slabs and by his enormous back packed with muscle upon muscle. The sleeves barely contained his mountainous arms, so tight it was difficult to move them. He loved the look, he loved the sensation, back to the gym tomorrow. The session in front of the mirror had exhausted him. He pulled himself off the floor, but in doing so heard his pants rip along the seams of the thighs. A new shirt and pants would be required for work. He sat on the edge of the bed and thought about how he had grown to this size… Part 1 “Matty, can you hear me?” his dad yelled. “I’d like your help cleaning out the garage.” Matt Nelson’s father probably didn’t need his help as his father was a large, strong man capable of lifting and moving more things than Matt could imagine. Greg Nelson had been a professional bodybuilder for a number of years and even though he no longer competed he retained some of the fantastic physique from his earlier days. Greg Nelson competed for close to six years, but eventually gave it up after he married Matt’s mom and started a family. Twin brothers, Ethan and Logan, were born to the family five years before Matt. While raising his three boys Greg continued to work out at the gym but never to the same extent as in his younger days. Greg had hoped his boys would take up bodybuilding and tried to encourage them by installing a small gym in the basement for their use, but it never amounted to more than a few half-hearted attempts. It probably didn’t matter given their genetics. They were already athletic and excelled at most sports and were often the envy of other teammates due to their size and natural abilities. Greg decided he was happy if they were happy. Logan loved wrestling and competed throughout his high school years moving up a weight class each year finally making it to the heavyweights when he became a senior. Ethan played football as he was a large teen as well. Both boys developed into muscular young men always a little ahead of their peers in physical development. Even their beards and chest hair developed quicker much to the envy of the other guys at school Ethan and Logan would soon be departing for college and wouldn’t be around to be a role model or offer advice to their younger brother Matt. Greg wasn’t sure Matt would listen to them, but at least advice from an older brother might be more acceptable than advice from worrisome parents. Greg just hoped Matt would find himself and gain some confidence and self-direction. Matt was always the quiet kid and usually kept to himself. You could say he was a loner and Greg hoped he would grow out of that but couldn’t be too sure of it. Time would tell. But quiet Matt had observed his brothers and father. He was intimidated by their bodies and wondered if he would develop like they did. At age 14 Matt worried and felt insecure about his body. He wasn’t sure what would happen during puberty, but was convinced that his body wouldn’t necessarily develop in the same way. Matt frequently looked at himself in the mirror trying to see if his body was changing, but all he could see was a skinny kid. Tufts of hair had started to appear under his arms, on his legs, and around his cock. What if his body grew to the size of his brothers or even his father? Wouldn’t that be awkward and embarrassing? Think of the attention he would get from everybody. Shy, loner Matt wasn’t sure he wanted any of that. But what if…? Was there a way he could get a sense of what it would look like? He had an idea. The garage door closed and Matt’s parents drove off leaving him alone in the house. Matt raced upstairs to the attic taking a dozen or so shirts with him. He started putting the shirts on one by one. In a storage box were his father’s old sweaters from his bodybuilding days which he put on over all the shirts. Now he was starting to look big. He added a jacket too and began to walk around the attic thinking about how it looked and felt. His heart was racing at this point. He flexed his arm and could feel the clothing constrict his movements. This was exciting and confusing. Wearing all these cloths made him feel hot and light headed. He needed to get out of them as quickly as possible. Besides, his parents could come home at any moment and he definitely wouldn’t want to be seen like this. That night after jumping into bed Matt replayed his attic experiment in his head and thought of how he could get more of the muscular look he desired. His heart started thumping at the prospect, but this time a new sensation arose that he hadn’t anticipated. He could tell his cock was starting to tingle and inflate. As it brushed against the sheets it grew even faster. Matt reached down and felt its warmth and hardness. He wasn’t sure what was going on but liked the feeling. He held his cock for a while until it became soft and then fell asleep. In the morning he noticed a sticky patch on the bed, still damp from the night. This had happened a few times in the past, but only at night when he was in bed. Uncertain as to its meaning Matt didn’t want to discuss it with his parents. He wasn’t sick and didn’t want to be seen as bed wetter and so kept quiet about it. Two weeks later he was back in the attic putting on all the clothes he could find. This time he wrapped towels around his legs before pulling on his dad’s pants. Instead of wearing a jacket on top he wore a buttoned shirt stuffed with towels arranged across his upper chest to simulate big pecs and cinched it all together at the waist to create a crude v-taper. The look perfected he began to walk around and noticed how tight everything felt. He carefully made his way downstairs to take a look in the mirror. He stood there and began flexing as he had seen his father do in competition photos. He liked what he saw and liked what he felt. By this time his blood was pulsing throughout his body and Matt began to shake. Was it the clothes or his thoughts that were creating the heat? Matt stood there flexing, feeling the tightness, imagining the weight, fantasizing about the look. Then it happened. His dick started to grow, but this time with a greater urgency than he had ever felt in bed. With so much stuffed in his pants there was little place for his cock to go and its constrained hardness became too much. Matt shot his load causing him to gasp and double over. Matt tried his clothing experiment many more times, each time with the same result. He knew what kind of body he wanted, but wasn’t yet sure his body would develop in that way.

You’re Fired! Custom story request from a supporter on my Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/MuscleNexus. I released it a few months ago there, but I wanted to post it here for all of you as well. Thanks for reading! Tags: SFW, muscle growth, forced growth, getting hairy, “You’ve got ten minutes to pack up your stuff and get out of here. You’re done doctor!” “No, no, no. You don’t understand. I’m so close!” Dr. Owen Nex stammered. “This work will change your military. The world even.” Owen’s boss leaned in close, his coffee breath puffing into the lanky scientist’s face. “If I had a dollar for every plucky PhD that told me his idea would change the world then I would have enough funding for your project. But that’s not the case. Months of work and almost nothing to show for it. You’re done.” The general turned briskly and stomped away. Owen opened his mouth to protest, to yell to the hulking man quickly retreating down the corridor, but then he let it shut. He was done and his dream would never reach fruition. He looked around his lab. notebooks, tubes, and large genetic material processing machines littered the cramped room. “So close,” he whispered to himself. He picked up a crate that had come that morning. PURIFIED OX DNA it read in bold letters on the side. It was his last desperate attempt to make his ‘super-serum’ work. The serum had been his obsession since high school. He was always skinny, puny in fact, and he hated that. But he hated lifting weights more. He knew that even the best steroids required weightlifting and a high calorie diet, so it was his mission to create a new kind of steroid that could bypass all that. Promising results during his PhD research netted him a contract with the government. A contract that was now expired. The crate was empty, he had tossed the ox DNA into the synthesizer with the rest of his half-baked serum - a final move that had ended once again in failure. He tossed some notebooks into the crate along with some personal items and turned to leave the lab and his dream forever. “Ding!” The synthesizer lit up and the cover slid open. A small cuvette of red liquid slid out. It was property of the government now, Owen thought. Not like it would do anything anyways… “Fuck the government.” He took his water bottle out of the crate and emptied it into the drain. “They get nothing,” he said to no one in particular as he dumped the red liquid into the bottle. “This is mine.” Owen dropped the crate into the trunk of his car and screeched out of the parking lot. “How was work?” Owen’s boyfriend Greg asked over the car’s bluetooth. “I got fired.” “WHAT!? Those assholes…” Greg was silent for a second. Come on home babe, I was just about to go for a run, but I can wait for you.” “No go. You know I don’t like running anyways. Besides, it’s raining” “Fine, but we’re going out when I get back. You know I can’t stand you sulking around the house.” Owen grunted his approval and hung up the call. By the time he pulled into the small bungalow that him and his partner shared the sun had begun to set and the rain had stopped. He popped his trunk and stepped around the car to retrieve his things. The air smelled metallic, electrical. Owen let the crate thud onto the kitchen table. He wasn’t going to pay attention to it anytime soon, he thought, broken dreams could wait. He pulled a bottle of beer out of the fridge, snapped the lid off, and settled on the couch. Not long after he heard the front door click and Greg came stepping in.”I’m drenched!” He called from the other room. Owen didn’t look up from his beer, “hey Greg.” “Ooh a beer sounds good,” Greg said, motioning to the beer cap on the counter. Let me get dried off and hydrated and I’ll come join you. Owen heard his boyfriend rip a few paper towels off the roll and the tap come on. “That was a good run,” he muttered to the living room in between sips of water. “I know it’s not really your thing, but maybe you could come with me someday?” “Maybe,” Owen answered. “Or maybe we can start going to the gym!. I know you’ve got a thing for muscular guys. It’s tragic that you ended up with a beanpole runner like me. That’ll never change, but it might be fun. What do you say?” “No.” “Oh okay.” Greg wiped beads of sweat from his forehead. “I’m still sweating like crazy, I’m going to have a shower.” Owen didn’t answer so Greg put the empty water bottle down and headed upstairs. He began panting as he made his way up. “Must be really winded from that run…” He thought. The stairs creaked under his footsteps, each one slightly louder than the last. “Damn, when did I get so out of shape?” He pulled the collar of his t-shirt, it felt tight on his neck. He noticed with his arm reaching up that his sleeves were also unusually tight, the material rode up his arms. “What?!” He hissed to himself as he looked at his arms in front of him. The back of each arm and hand were covered in matted dark hair and thick corded veins. His forearms bulged meatily in a way that was totally foreign to him. “Gah!” He grabbed his thickening, hairy arm and made a few lumbering steps into the bathroom, barely noticing the loud slaps of his larger feet. He slammed the door and quickly locked it before staring into the mirror. “Woah.” Greg held on the counter to keep his balance. He was definitely bigger. But how?! His eyes moved up his torso. His shirt was pushed forward tightly by thick abs with slab-like pecs overhanging them. They were still pushing out, creating a meaty shelf with a deep hairy crevice between them just becoming visible at his straining collar. He felt the material of the shirt straining as his back widened and his shoulders slowly throbbed into beefy boulders. Each sleeve cut into his ballooning biceps and triceps, making the bicep vein on each arm pop even more. He shut his eyes and grimaced as he heard the fabric begin to tear. He gasped in relief as the shirt finally fell away, in shreds. Breathing heavily Greg fixed his eyes on his hulking body. Each pec looked thick and full of hard muscle. They were covered in the same dark hair that he noticed on his arms. His jaw was also darkened with a short dark beard. He moved his arm up to rub it, grazing his thickened neck in the process. “What the fuck….” He grumbled in a deep, powerful voice. He then noticed that his running shorts had also fallen away in shreds. His briefs strained thinly over his mighty legs and ass. Already decent sized from years of running, his calves had thickened to immense proportions, each muscle easily bigger than his head, covered in thick veins and even thicker hair. He cupped a meaty pec in his hand and gave it a flex. The muscle bounced powerfully under his palm. “Oh shit….” --- Owen set the empty beer bottle on their coffee table and shut his eyes. Greg was taking a long time in the shower. He got up to get another beer. He cracked the cap off and let it tumble onto the kitchen table. It landed on it’s side and rolled until it clinked off the metal of Owen’s water bottle from work and fell on its side. Owen’s eyes narrowed at the bottle. It was uncapped, empty. “Oh shit.” Owen leapt up the stairs two at a time. Before pounding on the bathroom door. “Greg?!” There was no sound of water running, just heavy breathing. “You okay?” “Yeah.” Owen recoiled at the deep brutish sound from the other side of the door. “How about you let me in? What’s going on?” Silence, only punctuated by Greg’s heavy breaths from the bathroom. Finally Owen heard the click of the lock. He opened the door slowly. He smelled Greg before he saw him. A dense musky smell that frightened the small man and aroused him. Then he was face to face with two of the most muscled tree trunk legs and thickest muscle gut he had ever seen. He looked up to see his gargantuan beast of a boyfriend. The enormous man’s head almost brushed the ceiling, his dark dense beard tangled with his chest hair as he struggled to look over his pecs and gut to see his tiny boyfriend. “You did this,” he boomed at the small scientist. “Yes,” he gulped. “I mean no. I don’t know! What the hell Greg?” He stammered for words, half noticing the throbbing tent forming in his pants.”What are we going to do? You’re a monster! Oh god, I’m so sorry.” Greg half smiled, half sneered. He crouched down, making his massives calves flare out even bigger and coming eye level with his boyfriend. “It’s not so bad.” He moved an arm next to Owen’s head and flexed it tightly. He watched as the muscle balled up into a massive mound bigger than Owen’s head. Owen’s heart leapt into his throat as he caught the sharp smell emanating from Greg’s hairy pit and felt heat radiating from his massive veiny biceps. “In fact,” Greg growled playfully into Owen’s ear. “I want more.”

Hello all, Part 2 of Adverse Reaction. I hope you enjoy, will need ideas for my next story, so please feel free to message me with suggestions. For the next few days, Nick avoided me wherever he could. I didn’t see him for several days initially following the unusual events that took place in the gym shower. I had continued to grow all the way back from the gym at a much slower rate; it seemed over the next few days that I also continued to grow increasingly more powerful in the gym. My lifts were going up and up and so was every part of me. I couldn’t believe how strong I was getting, it was like a dream come true. However, despite clearly trying to avoid each other it was inevitable that we would bump into each other in such a small flat. That day came almost 8 days after the shower incident. I was struggling to squeeze myself into my old clothes. My slender jeans and slim fit tops were now discarded in the back of my wardrobe as they split when I put them on. Either that or they fought with pecs for space or dug into my arms and shoulders with incredible discomfort. Now I had to settle for baggy jeans or baggy shorts and my old hoodies or sports jerseys. Unfortunately I owned very few, and all my shirts now, began to stink of man after about 4 hours of wear. Apparently whatever my body was now kicking out, it smelled strong and powerful, just like the rest of me. I waited for a day when Nick wasn’t in. It was a plan that required patience, but I found that my new persona was hungry for a change in the dynamic at home. I grinned as my phone chirped. I looked down and opened up the grindr profile, I had paid extra to have the full app and get the notifications, because it was all part of the major plan. My grin was because, some new pics of me had sent my sexual appeal into the stratosphere and I was enjoying my new found appeal by fucking tight ass like a man in a desert, drinking water, for the first time in months. One new revelation out of all of this, was an increasingly dominant and slight sadistic streak in the bedroom, which had proceed to have grown only stronger in keeping with my outward appearance. I loved to watch down over my newly minted pectorals to see them suck me off, their eyes fixed on mine. The power of it. I knew I was getting hooked on it as a sensation. However, I also knew my plan involved me having to put that to one side, to achieve what I wanted. Knowing what I liked as a dominant in the bedroom, I began to talking to fellow dominant muscle guys. Guys who could gift me the very thing I craved. More power. Posing as a fit, athletic submissive, I found it tough to find the right dominant. Until today. I knew my housemate was out. The timing was perfect. This guy was just right. Arrogant and rude. Older by 15 years. Married with kids. Bulging with muscle and hung to fuck. I couldn’t steal from a guy like me, I had to take it from someone with ego, someone who looked down on me. Someone who only saw me as an inferior male specimen. The phone chirped again. As was the plan, he was coming right over from the gym. I had to be ready for him, on my knees, wearing a sports vest and a jockstrap. I looked over at the bedside table. There waiting for him, fresh from the gym, was an ice-cold, orange coloured protein shake. As I heard the handle of the front door turn, I was on my knees, I picked up the protein shake and held it out in front of me. If this worked, well… This was going to be amazing. He entered. He said nothing, but snatched the shake and kicked me backwards onto the floor from my kneeling position. I dulled the malevolent look in my eyes and watched as he drank the post-workout shake as I had offered to have ready for his arrival. If it tasted of anything, he did not express it. I watched his thick, powerful arms hold the shaker aloft. Sweat streaked his huge physique, he wore only a black string vest and some loose red gym shorts. He kicked off his shoes and stepped towards me. I could smell his fresh, fierce gym scent. My face in line with his crotch, I could smell his uncut cock. Suddenly it kicked in the light polyester shorts. It surged towards me, huge. Bigger than Sam. He growled as I massaged his legs, the organ pulsing to life, growing hard and thick. Moments later, he had lost control, grabbed me by the vest and the jock, shouldered his way into the bedroom and dumped me on the bed. Only, this was Nick’s room. I didn’t have time to correct things, as this guy was on me. Using me for his own pleasure. His cock pulsed down the length of my back, he grabbed me by the neck and I felt the searing pain of his cock enter me. It was brutally painful and I grunted, but he stifled it with one big sweaty palm over my face. He rammed my face into the bed, forcing my ass up. My hands gripped the edge of the mattress and I was forced to breath in my housemates acrid stink, which would have previously made my own cock harden. But I was becoming a different creature now. I wanted to fight back and push this asshole off me. But I wanted to grow. I had to be right, it had to be this luminous orange shit Sam had been necking everyday. The guy behind me, grunted and laughed at my apparent pain. His organ really was monsterous and he was damn strong. I could hear the wooden bedframe, creak, that unmistakeable sound of wood splitting as he ploughed me. Nick’s furniture moved across the floor between each, titanic thrust. Then it happened, I felt his cock thicken, and then thicken again, straining my hole. I felt him began to fire round after round into me. The change, was immediate. I felt it inside me. Like a spark to a freestanding pool of diesel. I ignited. My head rose up. “Oh fuck yes… FUCK…. YES….” Was about all I could utter as it ripped through me. Energy, masculine energy suffused my limbs. I felt my ass kick back, my thighs bulge with new mass. Fuck, I felt strong. My back cracked and I lengthened up the bed. I grinned as it hit my shoulders. I was no longer able to hold onto the roleplay fantasy as I felt my shoulders undulate and widen, lats surging in power. “Yes… I’m g-growing… This is fucking amazing…” I felt the softening cock slip out from me. I rolled over and saw the expression in his face. It was a face I had not seen before, a mixture of revulsion and desire. He loathed watching me grow but desired it for himself. He was torn, he felt drained, he wanted to leave, but he needed to know how too. I extended my longer legs over the bed, sprung forward with my strengthening arms and stood in front of him. I grinned at him only now slightly less tall than him, but in a split second, the margin vanished. I growled again. My pecs surged and thread of my vest creaked and split at the shoulder. I inhaled deeply and the split widened into a tear, revealing the bulging mass beneath the fabric. Another tear, this time from below. He looked down and went pale. His prior former glory, soft and hanging limp, looked smaller than he had every seen it. It’s mass, very obviously being siphoned into its opposite number as my small jock was being shredded by the growing mound of my package. I laughed as it tore open the jock at my right hip and my newly grown organ fell forwards, thick, large and pointing menacingly at him before it pulsed larger again. My nuts beneath, not left out from the transformation. I brought my arms up and flexed, they bulged with power. My features refining, my masculinity surging as he, went the other way. His previous bulging ripped physique, was still big, but much softer. He was shorter, looked less masculine but I mostly seemed to have drained him of his cock, which looked woefully average now. He looked between my taught biceps and his own softer upper arms as I flexed, I was captivated my their shape and bulge, a big thick vein now across the surface of my left bicep. I looked back at him. “Now fuck off, or I’ll take more…” His trainers made a plastic squeal as he made for the door, stumbling twice over his now, too large shoes. I grinned, turned to Nick’s mirror and flexed. This was amazing. It would be several more days before I could take this new found ability and turn it back against Nick. Had I felt any pang of morality about going through with it, it seemed to evapourate with my last growth. I considered, I was becoming no better than Nick or the asshole who just saw me as a convenient hole, but somehow, I didn’t seem to mind. ********* It was on the day when I had no more clean sports jerseys to wear that I squeezed my newly bolstered frame into the biggest tee I had. Instead of looking ridiculous, I looked incredible. I was never going to hide myself again I snickered, watching myself in the bathroom mirror, my biceps straining the sleeves, chunky veins emerging from beneath the cuffs and my new enhanced pectoral shelf straining the shirt. Just looking at myself made the sleeping organ in my jeans pulse. As I was about to flex in the t-shirt, I heard the door to the bathroom swing open and Nick stepped in. He was dressed only in a towel. “I need a shower” “Yeah, I’m nearly done Nick, you can wait 2 minutes” My blood burned as it pumped through me. I honestly couldn’t remember the last time I had stood up to Nick, this was incredible. He looked at me malevolently. As I finished tusseling my hair with wax in the mirror, I gazed admiringly as my biceps swelled at bulged as my hands worked on my coarse, thicker hair. I glanced across in the mirror, Nick was watching my arms too as our eyes never met. “Right, all yours bro…” I grunted and exited the shower, smiling at the unmistakable hardening of Nick’s thick organ against his towel. He would never before have gotten aroused by me, but I couldn’t be sure if it was his protein that caused it, or whether Nick had always been secretly attracted to muscular jocks. As I walked out of the bathroom, it dawned of me that Nick would be in there for some time. His room would be unguarded. Checking over my shoulder, I crept into his room. The scent of his room more familiar now that my own bedroom was developing its own masculine scent. A quick glance across the counters and floors, did reveal that Nick had been entertaining Jenna recently. He left the very thing that I wanted, just lying there. I grinned and got to work. I traced the edge of my water bottle with a finger through the car ride, its precious cargo the only thing I could think about. Nick’s malicious gaze continued to drift from the traffic ahead onto my swollen arms, the size and obvious power, stretching the sleeves of my previously baggy t-shirt, whereas his underarmour hid what he had clearly lost very well. He had managed however, to quite easily convince himself, he was no less of a man than he was the previous week. As we arrived at the gym, as we exited the car I took my first gulp of my water bottle, the lemon juice not really disguising the digusting taste of his ejaculate. I loved the feeling of pure energy as it burned down my throat before setting a raging fire within my gut. More suddenly than I expected I began to feel myself grow as we crossed the car park, I could feel the arms of my t-shirt dig into hardening biceps, my burgeoning arm reached down to readjust my package which was becoming rather uncomfortable in my new jock, I bought to replace the previous one. “Stop playing with yourself…” Nick scolded his voice breaking as he did so. I loved the feeling, watching him wilt as I grew stronger and stronger. It was hard to avoid the temptation to drink all of the contents of my shake, but I resisted. I walked over to an empty weight bench, the agreed exercise to be shoulder press. After a quick warm up, I grabbed his usual working weight and hefted it over to him. He looked a little anxiously at the large imposing dumbbells before turning his face into a snarl. He hardened the look as he got his arms into the perfect start position with a little help. I stood back and took another big swig of the potent protein shake. On his second rep and his arms visibly twinged as his muscle thinned, his face strained as his arms struggled. “Bro…” he struggled growing red in the face As his face glowed so the change rocketed through me, I could feel my chest swell outwards. My tee was now edging towards dangerously snug. The end of my shorts were now rubbing the top of my knee and not the top of my calf as the flourishing muscle and elongating limbs, pulled them vertically. I positioned myself behind him, and applied a very firm pressure from beneath his elbows to help with the weight, but he still struggled, the contours of his elbows feeling flatter and softer. His weakening arms inched upwards a little more before stopping, as his muscle ebbed, it felt like I was draining it right out of him. Nick’s arms collapsed and the heavy dumbells came clattering to the floor, he leaned forwards onto his knees totally spent. Before we switched seats I took another big swig of the shake. My weight was less than Nick’s but much more than I would normally throw around. I hefted the weight into position, getting one up with the help of a quad, as the undeniable cracking of the hem of my shorts resounded in the air of the gym. I pressed the weight, from my stance I could feel the bulge in my underwear swell, the feeling of wellness and masculine power bolt through me as I pressed the weight, after the second rep, it felt light. It felt like the worlds best pump. But I knew better, I was growing still. I racked the weight, and grinning, watched Nick’s face fall as I grabbed more weight. I restarted shoulder pressing the heavier dumbells, now matching Nick’s weight, it was tough at first but it got slowly easier as I felt my growth continue but at a slower pace. The delts fought back hard against the taught fabric, the power of the muscle winning out on the fifth rep, as two seams cracked. The protuberant muscle tearing the fabric apart. I grinned at Nick who looked white with shock. The sixth rep, forced the muscle to bulge larger again, the stronger, harder, steely muscle tearing more of the seam like a knife through butter. I felt the pressure around that shoulder relax and I grunted a lewd moan, feeling the sinew burst from its cloth prison. “Oh fuck yeah… growing…” I grunted. I turned to the mirror, bringing both my arms up displaying their new expanded form. As I gently flexed, more cracking was audible. I drank in my new form, whilst openly taking long stares at Nick, he seemed weaker by the second where as I was empowered. My skin seemed to glow with vitality, my features more masculine and edgy and my eyes sparkled. I couldn’t remember, ever feeling this good. I think, looking back on it now, objectively, this would probably have been enough to address the power balance in the flat, to bring things back to an even keel, but something inside me had grown stronger too. I felt that “evens” wasn’t enough, I didn’t even wrestle with the desire, I simply gave into it, to the temptation to take more, to feel the power course through me again. I chugged some more protein shake and suggested some lateral raises. Nick for the first time, seemed almost defeated but agreed. I watched as we moved over to the smaller free weights. I watched Nick gingerly pick up the 8kg. “Shoulder injury…” he coughed, by way of an excuse for not using his normal weight. I watched as he began the exercise, his weakened musculature, struggling with the small weight. His arms shook and sweat seemed to pour out of him. I grabbed heavier weights and began exercising next to him. My eyes firmly locked onto the powerful body I barely recognised in the mirror, Nick looked on, watching striations burst out of my skin into prominence. Exhausted he let the weights hang by his side as I grabbed heavier ones. By now, I could feel others in the gym watch as my shoulders swelled and veins pulsed over the surface. I wracked the dumbells and brought my arms up into a flex. The swollen arms and shoulders, openly tearing the arms of my vest with audible cracks. “YEAH!” I roared, totally absorbed in this power, not caring how the transformation was affecting not just my body, my whole personality. On reflection, how many of us could be in this situation and not take it all, how many of us would turn down the opportunity to be elevated above others. Maybe, the old me could have turned back on it, but the testosterone tearing through my body, urged me on, pressing me to turn the knife in Nicks wound. At least, I tell myself it was that. Before I could pose again, Nick was gone. I glanced over to see him slip back into the changing rooms. I grinned, casually following him, sauntering through the gym, as other guys eyed my new form, probably the first time they’ve ever noticed me over my flatmate. In the changing rooms, Nick stripped and hurried into the shower. I could barely stop myself from grinning as my ruined workout shirt hung off my surging frame. I gently peeled the remains off, letting it drop to the floor as my chest caught my eye. Not only was it distended with muscle, but a fine coat of hair was now generously coating it, only adding to overstate the power and evolutional masculinity behind such a display. My thickened legs were swelling as I padded from foot to looking in the mirror, eagerly flexing my now bulgy and rounded biceps, the forearms crammed with veins and distended with a sickeningly thick spread. I chugged down the last of the precious shake. My eager guzzling causing the odd drip to land haphardly on my swollen pectoral shelf. Even as my left hand casually quested for it, I felt it absorb into my skin. It was like my body was adapting to Nick as a source of food. With my legs rolling over each other, I made for the shower. I knew Nick would want to once again try and put me in my place, with the only advantage he still had. I deliberately entered the shower, facing an opposite shower head to Nick. I felt the familiar surge within me, the change was coming, and this would be a big one. I knew Nick had his back to the shower head, as he always did, any excuse to show off his almighty package to anyone who would glance at it. I glanced out of the corner of my eye, his once proud muscle, softened, his hard look now distinctly puffier and flatter. His once thick neck, now looking thinner and less impressive. His typically rounded biceps looking more fusiform and slender. Yet, I was still aware his package had remained large. In his rush to get into the shower, he hadn’t appeared to notice the other changes to his body. “You think that I wouldn’t notice Sam?” He said suddenly, as I felt my back begin to furtively thicken. “Notice what bro…?” I asked innocently, turning halfway to face him. “You stealing my protein powder… It’s really good stuff bro, but I’ve hidden it now. I’m not sharing anymore with you, so enjoy the growth, because believe me, when I get back on it, I’m gonna make your life pure hell” He grinned at me his features malevolent. His hand reaching down and palming his thick, long piece of meat, grabbing the base, he gave it two quick tugs. If he registered that it didn’t seem as big, or as long as usual, his face didn’t reflect that. “However big you get, you’ll never be bigger than me where it really counts” He said laughing. But his laughter died away when I turned to face him. He drank in the image, watching, as my muscles seemed to bulge bigger. His mouth moved wordlessly as if trying to speak but unable. I felt the dragon roar up within me as power streamed through my body. I felt my legs lengthen, taking my growing profile in higher, I couldn’t believe how strong, how powerful I felt. “Alright fine…” I said finally, breaking the silence “But… I think you’ll find Nick… that I’m the one bigger where it counts and if I’m bigger, you have to suck it…” I continued Nick, his eyes darting between my chest, abs and, what was now a bigger than average flaccid cock. “Heh, I’m still bigger bro, you got yourself a deal. And if I’m bigger I guess that means you have to suck mine!” he grinned. “well… alright then…” I said feeling my growth slacken off again He began massaging his cock, it would have been impressive by anyone’s standards, of course, anyone that hadn’t seen Nick before this week. Now as I played with my own thicker, longer tool, it felt great as it engorged and grew hard as steel, the whole throbbing pole feel amazing in my hand, better than ever before. What I presume Nick used to feel. My bigger, swollen balls, pulsed with energy, my skin on fire. To my surprise, Nicks cock thickened obscenely, hanging lower and lower as he caressed it with a fist, soon it grew harder and began rising up, pointing straight at me. My sword rising to meet the opponent, like the calm before a joust or fencing tournament. He stepped forward, my eyes angled downward to meet his, I was growing taller. Again if he registered this, he chose to ignore it. Instead, he grabbed my big thickening pole and pulled me in closer toward him. But I grinned as I felt his purple, engorged cock head jab into my abdomen. My own cock, falling just a few millimetres short to do the same to him. I watched Nick return the smug, arrogant look plaster all over his face again. “Heh, you know, I’m gonna enjoy this…” he smiled, placing a hand on my thickened and bulging shoulder. I tried to look dismayed as I sank to my knees, the flexion making my quads bulge and distend. I’m not certain if Nick noticed much of what was happening, but glint in his eye suggested that somehow he was oblivious. I gazed upward, with as much of an innocent intent as I could muster, made all the easier as he gently slapped his cock against my mouth. I didn’t even have to time react as he bucked his now seemingly slender hips forward and penetrated my mouth with his thick organ. I concentrated on supressing my gap reflex and kneading the rigid shaft with the breadth of my tongue as he firmly handled the sides of my head for his own pleasure. As he thrust in, I could feel the last of the effects of the tainted protein shake start to slacken, but things were already accelerating toward my eventual victory as I watched Nick sneer, his legs buckle and toes curl. His insistent and powerful thrusting increased in intensity but weakened in power. I could take his cock more manageably in my mouth; I knew my grip on his legs strengthened as those very legs diminished. Then I felt it, before he knew about it, before even the tidal wave of his cum hit me. I felt the spark of power deep within me, grow hot and brighter with every passing second. I focussed on feeding that sensation and sucked hard on his cock and it felt like the dam burst within him as his cock pulsed and rope after rope of his thick white ejaculate launched into my mouth. I felt like I had the energy to run a marathon or move boulders, as I continued to suck hard on his organ. Within seconds, my thickened musculature began to grow again as I took everything Nick had to offer. I glanced up at Nick, his head back, totally gripped in pleasure, his eyes half closed. I watched as I saw his chest weaken, his abs lose definition, and his thighs lose the impressive thickness. I knew his cock was shrinking too as my mouth now held his whole length easily. I also knew exactly where it was going. On my knees, my now impressive slab of meat between my legs was hanging over a bigger pair of bull balls and grazing the wet tile beneath my legs, with every passing second, I felt it reel out and rest on the tile like a python. I couldn’t physically wait to see the new me, but I could feel myself growing larger and stronger by the second. The feeling was indescribable, save for the undeniable and unassailable power that coursed through every inch of my body. As pleasure washed over him, he placed a hand on my shoulder. I looked up, as he looked down, curious about the sheer size and breadth of the rugged, rock hard shelf he had gripped on to. As our eyes met, I licked the head of his cock clean and pulled the much shorter, dare I even say small, cock from my mouth and grinned up from the floor at him. He said nothing, as his eyes darted around my newly enhanced body. In a split second, his cock bucked and he came again, only managing two single ropes this time as it shot out and hit my chest. He watched as it absorbed into my skin and my pecs swelled even more freakishly than before. My shoulders widened and a involuntarily growl escaped my throat as I grew again. He fearfully stepped back, that’s when he noticed his transformation, in the opposite direction. “Whu- you… you took it?” “You gave it…” “No… I would never give it…” His voice sounding hollow and almost childlike “How…?” he ventured “I think it’s your protein, it’s nothing I’ve done” I said flatly I rose to my feet. I had grown so large, I put my final height at maybe 6’4, maybe more, my muscle, huge, thick, maybe 250/260lbs easily, eager and desperate to be used. I looked down at him, gone were the protuberances of his muscle, the towering, masculine height. His cock limp and shrunken. Despite this, his wolfish good looks remained, and the innocence in his face made his eyes sparkle even more. There was little more to say. He took one last look at what used to be his before turning and running. By the time I had gotten back to the flat that night, he was already gone. His stuff was mostly packed, he’d left most of his clothes, since they no longer fit him but he’d packed the important stuff. He left the weights and the bench. But I suspected that now they would be too light for me. I walked into the kitchen, not unhappy with my current situation. I wore only a pair of sweat pants, my big, muscled physique clearly on display, my obscene bulge displayed through the thick cotton fabric. I smiled as realised Nick left all his food, kitchen supplies and his vast array of supplements. But, on closer inspection, there was a gap above the refrigerator, my new vantage could show me that there was a footprint where something used to be. Nick had taken the experimental protein shake with him.

“I can give you anything you wish for. Just don’t blame me if your wish comes true.” This is a series about a mystical man who shows up to people in despair to offer them what they’ve always wanted. But does he really help them? That’s for you to decide. So be careful what you wish for. You might get more than you wanted.

Based on Linkin’s Giant Morph’s LGM Drinks As I closed the door behind me I could hear him banging around in the kitchen. I swear he uses every pot we own when he cooks. My keys click together as I try to stuff them in my pocket with my shaky hand; I was probably a little too excited to show him the surprise I had for him. I stepped around the corner and my suspicions were confirmed. The sink was full of dirty dishes and those that were still in use were scattered all over the counters. His back was to me and I could tell he was lost in his own world. I set my bag down heavily on the table and the sound seemed to break through his mental bubble. “Hey! Good, you’re home. I’m just finishing up my meal prep and then I’m going to get started on dinner!” He turned to face me, wiping his hands on his messy shirt. I had to admire him, he wasn’t much of a cook but in his dedication to grow bigger he had learned slowly from YouTube tutorials and old “The French Chef” reruns. I don’t think he actually cared to make anything Julia made,nI think he just thought she was fun. I took him in for a moment. We were both pretty heavy before we met and he had started his fitness journey a while before I had. Although he had slowly started putting on muscle after his weight loss he was still carrying a little extra here and there. You could tell he lifts at the gym but I wouldn’t say he was near being thought of as a gym rat. His red hair was a mess as usual and his shirt looked like he had tried cooking on it. “Have an accident?” I question, pointing to his food covered shirt. He looked down and laughed, trying to wipe the excess bits off of him. “I couldn’t find a lid that fit so I made one fit. It uh, ended up popping off. It actually hit the ceiling…” I followed his finger above the stove, expecting to see more food splatters, but was met with a large lid-shaped dent. The land lord is going to love that. “Why don’t you take a break and I’ll cook dinner?” My heart began thumping as I reached for the can in my bag. “You can drink this while you relax.” I set it down in front of me, taking extra care that the label was facing him. I could see his body tense as his eyes went wide. “How did you afford that?” he mutter as he eased over to the table to touch it. “I held up a bank.” His hand withdrew quickly from the can and I laughed. “Brennan, do you really think I could rob a bank?” “Wull, no! I don’t know, maybe!” he defended, reaching for the can again. “We don’t make enough for this. You wouldn’t be able to afford this with a raise, or even a large bonus. This is the LGM Power Drink. There is a reason they aren’t cheap.” He slowly turned it in his hands, almost as if he didn’t believe it was real. “You’re right, we can’t afford it. Nor can we afford the other one.” I smiled as I pulled out the second can, the LGM Giant Drink. He set the can he was holding back down on the table. “How.” He demanded. I had taken off work early so that I could drive to the store they sold the drinks at. Walking in it seemed like just another supplement shop, only really high end. I’m surprised it was empty. When the drinks had first come out it seemed like they were selling like wildfire. The Power Drink was like an instant steroid, making you pack on pounds of muscle in minutes. The Giant Drink made you almost inhumanly tall. The only problem was that the drinks were extremely expensive and you could only have one, which wasn’t revealed until later. Once you had been changed by the formula it wouldn’t work again. I guess a lot of people decided not to bother with it if it was only ‘one and done’. When I got up to the counter I was surprised to be approached by an average looking gentleman. He had a trim but muscular build and wore a fitted button up red shirt with khaki pants that hugged his thick legs well. “How can I help you?” He had asked with a white smile. “I just had kind of a dumb question for you. Is it possible to get the LGM Drinks by making small payments or does it all have to be up front?” I nervously asked, already feeling like I knew the answer. “Unfortunately we require that all payments are made up front, it’s policy.” He shrugged his shoulders. “I guess it didn’t used to be but after you get burned a couple of times with people benefiting from the product and skipping out on payments, things have to change.” I nodded in agreement and was about to thank him when a woman came storming in with a man in tow. I stepped aside as she got to the counter and slammed two cans down. “My husband bought these behind my back using our money but I do not want them. I would like to return them for a refund.” I could feel the waves of anger coming off of her and I was amazed at how well she kept her composure. Her husband seemed like he wanted to protest but he stayed silent. The sales rep seemed hesitant. “I apologize, ma’am, but since this product is considered a ‘food’ product, store policy is that once it has left the store it cannot be returned for fear of contamination.” I could see the tendons in her neck twitch. I was expecting her to freak out but she must have been brought up well because she slowly grabbed the cans and turned to her husband. “See, babe, now I have to take them.” He smirked at her, holding out his hands for the cans like he’d won. She spun around on her heels so fast I’m surprised her ankles didn’t break. She forced the cans into my hands with a wild look in her eyes. “You want this stuff? Here, take these.” She spun around just as fast as the first time to reface her husband. “Honey,” he wined, “You can’t! Those were a lot of money!” She stuck a finger in his face. “Exactly! Money you spend without talking to me about it first. Money on something that changes you. Maybe spending thousands of dollars and getting nothing will teach you to be smarter next time. You do not get to do what you want behind my back. You want to do that, divorce me.” She stormed out of the store just as quickly as she came. Her husband stared after her for a moment, turned to me and debated on whether or not to take the drinks back. “Good luck.” He spat and hurried out to chase her down. The clerk and I stood for a moment, stunned at what had just happened. “Do you want a bag for those?” he offered, breaking the silence. “So she just gave them to you. Just like that?” Brennan asked skeptically, raising his eyebrow. “I know it sounds made up but honest, it’s true.” I raised my right hand to help testify. He stared at me for another moment and then seemed satisfied. “Alright then,” he said, clapping his hands together, “which one do you want?” I shot him a puzzled look. “These are for you. I thought you wanted this?” I protested, pushing both cans towards him. He pulled back a chair and sat. “I do! But I know what these things can do to you and I don’t want to be a complete freak. I know you’ve wanted to be huge too. I’m not taking both drinks.” He crossed his arms defiantly. I scowled at him for a moment but he was right. Although I planned on giving both to him I was a little mad at myself for doing so. He wasn’t the only one on a body transformation journey. I was 5’8” and still carried a good extra 30 lbs. I had worked my muscles to be more solid and less soft but they weren’t bigger by any means. “How about this. We’ll split them. We’ll each take half of both drinks. Deal?” He held out his hand in a corny fashion, as though he really expected me to have to shake on it rather than just agreeing. I grabbed his hand with mine and gave it a good pump. He smiled and got up from the table and grabbed four glasses from the cupboard. “You didn’t use those while cooking?” I teased. “Shut up.” He teased back. He poured each drink fully out into one glass. The cans weren’t transparent so he wanted to see how much was in each can before splitting it. He then poured half of each drink into a different glass, and then switched and added the other half into its opposite. “Quite the process.” I remarked as he handed me one of the glasses. “Don’t knock the process. It’s science!” he replied in a bad Einstein impression. We laughed and stared at our drinks. “Do we really want this?” he questioned as he looked at me. “I know you do. And I guess I do too. Things will change but we’ll do it together, okay?” He nodded. “Okay. On three?” he raised the glass to his lips. “Why don’t you go first? That way we aren’t so involved with our own changes we miss out on each other’s?” As I said that a wave of excitement rolled through me and I could feel myself getting hard. He took a small sip to taste it, then chugged the rest of it back in a few gulps. “How is it?” I asked as he frowned slightly and rubbed his stomach. “It’s like a flat, fruity soda.” “Flat? One of the selling points was that it was supposed to be carbonated like a soft drink…” I grabbed one of the cans to look for an expiration date but could find anything. Brennan’s moans brought me back out of my thought bubble. “Are you okay? Are you in pain?” “I’m not in pain,” he breathed, a look of pleasure washing over his face and I saw his shoulders relax, “I actually feel really good.” I looked him up and down to see if any changes started happening and I saw his crotch begin to stir. I could see his flaccid cock begin to swell in his shorts, stretching down his leg. He was feeling good. Really good. I hadn’t seen him this hard before. I guess if everything else was going to grow, this was going to grow to match… He started to stretch his arms and legs, feeling something I couldn’t see. Moans escaped his lips and he ran his fingers through his hair. Then it started to happen, coming almost in spurts. His shoulders stretched wider and his neck shot up. His femurs began stretching up as his arms stretched down. I watch his feet begin to creep along the floor, the fabric in his socks began to strain against his toes. The crotch of his pants pulls tight as his cock becomes erect, then pulls tighter from his glutes beginning to swell. Abs began to poke out from under his shirt as his torso stretched, the fabric of his shirt pulling tight. It began to be uncomfortable for him and he pulled at the collar becoming too small for his swelling neck. He pulled at it and his shirt ripped in his hands. We both stared in shock, he hadn’t been able to rip clothes off himself before, he’d tried. The seam on his shorts began to rip as his thigh swelled and I watched as his toes finally broke free of his socks. His swelling hands began to pull at his shorts but they were clumsy as his fingers grew thick, the knuckles bulging. His shorts were too tight against his thighs, his fingers too big to get a grip on them. He thrust his hips forward and flexed and the seams popped enough for him to finish the job. He now stood before me, completely naked and still swelling bigger. His balls had to be the size of large kiwis and they bounced as he shuddered with pleasure and growth. His pecs swelled and I could see a valley begin forming between them, his nipples stretching and pointing down, drawing my eyes to the large shadow his inflating pecs were creating on his abs. His abs rippled and bulged, almost squishing against each other even though he was stretching his back. I could see his arms begin to lift up as his traps grew, his biceps swelling bigger than softballs. I could see the stretch marks from his former fat days start to appear, red from being reopened. He was getting big. His red hair brushed the ceiling and he crouched a little to make sure he didn’t bump his head but his legs stretched unexpectedly and I heard his head smack it. Our ceiling was 7’ and he was having to crouch not to hit it. His dick was a rod, longer than my forearm, and thicker. This must have felt fantastic for him because a thick stream of precum drippled from the swollen head. His calves bulged and had to be thicker than his original thighs. He pulled his chair out with a massive hand and plopped down on it, his massive bubble butt practically hanging off the side. The wood cracking as he sat, I’m surprised it didn’t break. He stretched out his massive frame and shuddered and then relaxed, his huge chest heaving to catch his breath. “I think,” he moaned as he rubbed his thick hands up and down his massive thighs, “I think it’s done. How, how tall am I?” I ran to our junk drawer and grabbed a measuring tape. “You’re too tall to stand, lay down.” I instructed and watches as this now massive man maneuvered to the floor. He placed his large feet on the wall so I would have something study to start from. “7’2”.” I declared. “I don’t know what you would weigh though and I don’t think our scale will hold you.” He just looked at me and smile. “Your turn!”

Hey guys. Patrons answered my August poll with wanting more pandemic-type muscle growth stories, so I'm starting a new series! Should be fun Enjoy The Bodybuilder Pandemic: Prologue Ground Zero - The Bathhouse Another warm and bothersome Saturday night, thought Harvey Wiggins as he slunk around the gay village downtown. He had tried to work up the nerve to enter a bar, maybe chat up a guy, but he never got further than the front door. He instinctively reached for his phone, checking for any notifications. Just as instinctually he opened grindr and felt a tiny burst of excitement upon noticing he had a couple notifications. His excitment faded, nothing exciting, as per usual for Harvey Wiggins. He kicked at the pavement as he walked along. It wasn’t that he was unattractive, he had been told that he was ‘cute,’ even ‘handsome.’ But what he really wanted-what he longed for-was for someone to find him irresistably, bone-shakingly, earth-shatteringly hot. The type of man that people take creepshots at the gym or that made people nervous to approach (though they would approach). He sighed, he would never ever be that man. He was just Harvey Wiggins. Good at his job (marketing for a large department store downtown) and with a small but close circle of friends. He was healthy and fit, though his physique didn’t really show it, and relatively happy. If he was being honest with himself, he knew he didn’t have much to complain about. And yet... He felt like he was made for more. He rationalized this by assuming that everyone had this feeling, a gnawing dissatisfaction with their life that they tried to plug up with love, sex, or material goods. He glanced at his phone again and repeated the grindr-checking ritual. It appeared that love and sex, at least for the night, were off the menu. He looked off into the distance towards where his apartment was. A nice building close enough to the gay village so that he could go on lonely walks like this one, and far enough away that he had plausable deniability for coworkers. Ah yes, there was that problem too, he supposed. When he landed his job in marketing his boss, Lenny Stamp, had hit the ground running with what Harvey called ‘locker room talk.’ It started with the cashier girls that worked in the store, and after a couple years of working there Harvey had heard comments about almost every woman in the building under 40. He neglected to come clean with his boss and was still deep in the closet to his coworkers. Oops. Harvey heard a door squeak open and felt a puff of warm humid air hit his face. He looked up. *Steampipe: Sauna and Gym*. After years living near the village Harvey had never stumbled on the bathhouse before. He wanted to go in, but he hurriedly walked by. Curiosity flaired within him. He rolled his eyes and backtracked, only to once again walk by the heavy metal door. He stopped, took a deep breath, and then walked back once more. He gulped, in the case that someone might see him he didn’t linger outside the door, he entered quickly and quietly. He made his way to the front desk, his heart thumping uncomfortably in his chest. The attendant was friendly enough and before long Harvey was stuffing his clothes in a locker and wrapping a towel around his waist. His locker key hung off a bracelet next to a little plastic pig with a flashlight in it. He turned this on and off, not really wanting to know what it was for. He initially felt self-conscious about his lackluster body. No muscles, little hair, and a slight layer of fat; harvey was the walking definition of average. But he soon realized that most of the other men milling around looked the same or worse and this helped him ease up a little. Harvey’s senses were assaulted as he wandered the halls. A wiff of weed there, a hand on the ass there, the occassional eye candy as well as whatever the opposite of eye candy was... But nobody really stood out and he began to grow bored and frustrated. He took a seat in a dark corner and fondled the little pig on his bracelet. Judging by the moans and groans somehwere closeby someone was having a good time. Harvery heard the sounds of heavy wet footsteps slapping down the hall. He looked up. Passing by him in the shadows was a behemoth of a man. Wide shoulders that almost spanned the entire width of the hallway tapered down to a densely muscled bubble but, tree trunk legs, and powerful calves. Harvey’s jaw dropped a little. Now that was a man. He looked up at the man’s face as he passed. Handsome, rugged, a short beard framed it. But his exression... The man seemed dazed and somehow shocked, looking even more surprised than Harvey was. Must have been a really really good fuck, he thought. As usual, Harvey let his nerves get the better of him and decided not to follow the bodybuilder through the labrynthine hallways. Maybe he’d bump into him again later, maybe not. A door near him opened and shut. More heavy footsteps. Another man strolled into view. This one was even bigger than the last, and absolutely covered in a dense pelt of hair. Harvey’s swallowed hard, feeling a lump in his throat. This was... Unexpected. He looked around. It was just Harvey and the hairy mass of muscle in this particular hallway. He steeled himself and got up. “Hey man.” Harvey’s voice sounded weaker than he would’ve prefered. His hands felt clammy. The big man slowly turned to face him, Harvey recoiled a bit from the wild look in his eyes. “What do you want? He asked, not unkindly. He sounded almost nervous. “Uh, what?” “I don’t want any trouble. Just want to get home...” The man’s eyes widened and he gulped hard as his enormous hirsute chest twitched and flexed as he talked. He absent mindedly rubbed it with a meaty hand. “Oh okay, sorry to bother you.” Harvey said, feeling more confident but also confused. The big man quickly turned and walked away. Harvey smirked as he noticed the man using the typical bodybuilder waddle, his legs were too big to walk normally with. Big but weird, he thought. Suddenly Harvey was proppelled forward and toppling to the ground. Something hard, and heavy, and warm was falling with him. “Sorry man!” A thin nerdy voice rang in Harvey’s ear. Harvey opened his eyes to see a pair of massive veiny quads and a straining jockstrap package in his face. For a brief moment he almost considered licking the swollen package, but the other man shifted, almost kneeing Harvey in the face. “Sorry, sorry!” “It’s okay,” Harvey groaned. “I didn’t see you there.” The two men began to untangle themselves. The bigger one-Harvey had realized he was MUCH bigger-was having a hard time of it. He moved his bodybuilder proportioned body awkwardly, as if he was new to being massively muscle-bound. “My name’s Bjorn.” “Harvey.” “Well nice to meet you Harvey! Sorry for crashing into you.” Harvey got up and regarded the bodybuilder skepticallly. The big man’s voice reminded him of the nerds that used to get picked on in school. He even had a bit of a lisp, and yet he looked like 300 lbs of pure, hard muscle. A thin dusting of hair covered his squared pecs and densely cobbled abs. His legs were absolutely enormous, almost putting his upper body to shame. With thick and defined quads and blocky calves, Bjorn looked like he could squat a car. Harvey’s attention slowly rose back to the heaving package at Bjorn’s groin. How could he not? It too, was massive. “Oh sorry,” Bjorn blushed fiercely. “I guess bumping into you got me a little excited.” He tried to adjust himself but it just made things worse. The round pink head of his cock popped out of the pouch proudly. “Dammit,” Bjorn whispered to himself, blushing harder. “Dude, it’s okay.” Harvey felt emboldened by Bjorn’s awkwardness. “You’re in a bathhouse.” He suddenly felt very confident as his considerably sized member began to swell. “You’re a big boy eh?” He said, pointing to Bjorn’s crotch. “Uh, yeah, I guess. I’ve always been big down there.” He looked at Harvey with suddenly panicked eyes. “But I’m not used to being big elsewhere.” He whispered this to Harvey, as if it was a forbidden secret. “I mean, do I look big? Muscular I mean.” “Are you serious?” “Yes! Tell me.” Bjorn’s voice, thin and nerdy, sounded so wrong to Harvey coming out of that massive body. “Get out of here. You’re a tank man. You must know that. A competitive bodybuilder or something.” Harvey looked Bjorn up and down, wondering if the big man actually had no idea how huge he was. He decided to add, “I wish I had even a quarter of your size.” With each word Bjorn’s expression melted a bit more into some mix between horror and fascination. He spoke quickly and quietly, sounding more confident but still somewhat pathetic to Harvey’s ears. “Something’s going on... What’s your name?” “Harvey.” “Something’s going on Harvey. I don’t know what it is, but it’s BIG. Literally... I’m not a bodybuilder. I’m a computer science major over at the university. I don’t even know what the inside of a gym looks like.” He stared hard at Harvey, wondering if the smaller man believed any word of what he just said, skepticism was all over his face. He needed someone to confide in, to help him. Not someone he knew, that would be mortifying, but someone neutral. “Will you help me?” Harvey looked at the big man quizzically. Even if he didn’t believe that Bjorn had somehow become huge overnight, he did believe that Bjorn believed it. Maybe he had a head injury from the fall. Maybe he was on drugs. It was probably drugs. Regardless, Bjorn was Harvey’s dream. From the oversized muscles to the slab of meat he was failing to keep concealed in his Jockstrap, how could Harvey just tell him to get lost. It would be unconscionable. “Okay, I’ll help you.” Bjorn visibly relaxed, even smiling a bit. “Oh thank god. I don’t know what’s going on here, but...” He looked around, suddenly very conscious of where he was. “Uh, do you want to get out of here?” He looked down at Harvey with bright green eyes and Harvey felt himself melting a bit. “Yeah, I know a good waffle place near here.” Bjorn’s eyebrows arched and he placed a hand on his blocky abs. “Ooooh, that sounds amazing. I’m starving.” For more like this and to continue the story please follow me on Patreon

New Breed: Super Mutants (Prologue) Hi all! My first time writing AND posting a story here. So, what happened was, I made a couple of morphs some time last year. Instead of posting them in the media section though, I thought I’d try my hands at writing and share their backstory too. Only got the chance to write a bit recently. There’s not much eroticism in this chapter, just a prologue, sort of. Anyway, enjoy the story (and photos)! Link to my morphs’ thread for more stuff is at the end of this story. Also, English is not my first language so please bear with me. - New Angeles city – I really need to start going back to the gym, Jason thought as he twisted and turned in front of the mirror. The clock on his desk beeped and Jason looked over to check the time. 12:00 AM. Time to call it a day, he thought as he stretched his arms and yawned. He has spent the whole day, and the last few days reading reports of missing persons on the online “Missing Persons Database”. He had also been going through news portals and social media to check posts related to missing people in the city. The more he read, the more concerning it became for Jason. Over the past six weeks, there was a sudden increase in the number of people going missing across the city. A new report was filed every few days. What was even more alarming to Jason was the fact that all of them were mutants, including the young man Jason was hired to find, a 21-year-old named Benjamin Park. His sister, who saw Jason’s ads posted online, gave him a call a few days ago and offered him a pay of $50,000 to find and return her brother safely. Her brother had been missing for almost two weeks, and her family had grown frustrated with the police and their work. At 26 years old, Jason left his office job of two years to set up his own private investigator agency. Despite having no experience whatsoever with P.I. kind of work, Jason believed he could make it work. Jason was in fact a mutant with the power to cloak himself with a shroud that makes him (or others) invisible to the naked eye, and untraceable by most senses. The only weakness to his cloaking ability is that whatever he cloaks does not become intangible, so they are not completely undiscoverable. Jason’s ability had been super useful for his P.I. work based on the few cases he had taken and solved since he started the business. He could tail his “person of interest”, listen to their conversations, follow their every move and learn their secrets without the person ever knowing he was there until he gets the clue or proof he needed to solve the case. A bit creepy on his part, but it works. However, Jason had a feeling that this Benjamin Park case would not be a walk in the park like his previous cases. The fact that there were over twenty other mutants missing out there could not be a coincidence. And there is the risk that whoever or whatever is responsible for the missing mutants may not be good news for Jason himself. I’m gonna go on a long vacation after this one, Jason thought to himself. He looked at Benjamin’s photo on his Instagram again. The 21-year-old college junior has dyed his hair a deep red color, probably to match his mutant ability of pyrokinesis (the ability to generate and control flames). “He’s kinda cute,” Jason said as he smiled warmly. “Kick-ass power too.” Jason has been single for over a year now since he broke up with his boyfriend of six months when he left the Brotherhood. Putting aside the missing persons’ reports, Jason turned back to his personal investigation file for Benjamin where he had mapped his movements and activities, and deduced that whatever is happening has something to do with Stark Industries and their huge experimental facility just outside the city center. As a mutant, Jason has been wary of the multinational conglomerate and their work for quite a while now. His suspicion grew worse after “new management” took over the company several years ago, not long after Earth was invaded by aliens. The invasion ended with the disappearance of half the world’s population, which the media calls “The Purge”. The U.N. estimated exactly half the planet’s population disappeared, or more accurately turned into dust due to the event. Jason and his family were fortunately spared of the mysterious phenomenon, but most people he knew were not as lucky. Then, the infamous group of superheroes, The Avengers left Earth not long afterward. Some said they went to exact justice on the aliens responsible for The Purge and undo the event, while some believed they had abandoned Earth for greener pastures (or planet). Regardless of which was the truth, they never came back, the legendary Tony Stark included. Back to the present, there had been rumors that Stark Industries under the new management is involved in many shady businesses, including promoting terrorism overseas, discrimination and violence against mutants, and running illegal clinical experiments. The government, who is highly dependent on the company even before the Purge, was powerless against the conglomerate. But Jason was convinced that in order to find Benjamin, he had no choice but to get inside the experimental facility. Early the next day, Jason geared himself up for his ‘mission’. He has never been to any Stark Industries facility, but he assumed there are security measures he would need to overcome and being invisible may not be enough. Jason took out his precious stash of gadgets. He packed all three of the mini EMP generators, each the size of a DVD and capable of taking down electronics within a 10-meter radius. He also packed a few smoke bombs and an extendable blade, just in case he needs them. He had gotten these tools from his brief stint in the Brotherhood of Mutants just after he graduated college, which is a period of his life he would rather forget. Not only because he abhorred the Brotherhood’s goals and methods, but also because things did not end well with his ex-boyfriend, Kareem, who was a hardcore supporter of the whole “homo superior” ideology. Jason also added a few other tools he felt he might need like a utility knife, a headlamp, a mini first aid kit, and a small bottle of water, all packed in a small sling bag. By 8:30 AM, Jason was already standing (cloaked) just inside the main entrance of the great, white building complex. Getting through the guarded entrance was no problem, and getting into the building was easy enough as he only had to tail one of the employees. Jason spent the next few hours exploring the complex, trying to find clues that would point towards Benjamin’s or any of the other missing mutants’ location. He was walking along an empty corridor when a door on his right suddenly slides open, and two researchers walked out. Jason turned to his side just fast enough to avoid contact. One of them was a white male in his 30s, while the other was an Indian woman. “I still think we should’ve waited a bit more before we call the whole Board of Directors to come and observe,” said the female who wore her black hair in a tight bun. Both of them seemed like they were in a hurry, so Jason decided to trail them. “I agree, Nina. But Dr. Hopkins does not, and in the end, it’s what he thinks that matters most. He’s confident the experiment will work, and we are running out of test subjects. So, I guess he’s pretty much going all out. You know the Board is already considering pulling out and retract their funding for this project.” The two (with Jason in tow) continued walking along the corridor as they chat about the big experiment of the day.. “So, who’s going into the demonstration today?” Nina asked her colleague. “Is it 35?” The man, who Jason identified as Dr. Bryant from his name-tag, looked briefly at the notes on his tablet before he answered. “Yeah…Subject 32, Nikolai Mironov, and Subject 35, Benjamin Parks.” Jason went wide-eyed upon hearing the names. For one, he has found the clue for Benjamin’s potential whereabouts. In addition, Nikolai Mironov was a familiar name, unless subject 32 just coincidentally have the same name as the mutant he knew from the Brotherhood. From what he remembered; Nikolai was a 26-year-old, tall but skinny guy with the power of telekinesis (ability to move objects/matter with his mind). Though they never had much interaction before, Jason suspected that Nikolai had a crush on Kareem (his ex). “The two of them are the only ones to pass the preliminary tests with flying colors, so it’s only a matter of time,” Bryant continued. “I know…I think I just feel a little sorry for 35. When we offered him the internship here, he was so happy and excited about it. He’s quite intelligent too,” Nina said sympathetically. “And 32…did he really kill all those people at the diner?” “No idea. At the end of the day, it doesn’t matter, does it? Even for 32, they are all mutants, Nina. You have to remember our end goal here. Imagine if all goes well like Dr. Hopkins’ plan, soon we’d be able to create a team of super mutants under our control. We won’t have to be scared of any of them anymore.” If Jason was in the conversation, he would have been speechless after that. Looks like the rumors about Stark Industries are true. They are no different from the Brotherhood either. Bunch of extremists, Jason thought. The two scientists took Jason past a few electronically-secured doors into a huge room with control panels and computers. A handful of other scientists were either busy typing away or discussing work around the room. Solid walls enclosed the room on three sides including the entrance, while the fourth one was made of clear glass from the top to halfway down, which allowed them to look into another room that was connected by a door. This room was more chamber-like, with higher ceiling than the room they were in, and illuminated with bright white lights from the top. In the middle of the chamber was a huge, bluish crystalline object. The crystal, which Jason estimated to have a diameter of at least 6 feet, was suspended midair by a machine with cylindrical base and top parts. The machine was spinning slowly and emitted a soft, humming sound continuously. In the middle, the big crystal remained static, suspended by magnetic or whatever force was being produced by the machine. On either side of the machine were two reclining medical chairs with straps on them, which Jason assumed were for Subject 32 and 35. While Jason was busy examining the brightly-lit room, the door suddenly slides open and a group of people arrived. An older man in a lab coat who led the new arrival proceeded to introduce the other scientists to the newcomers. These must be the board members, Jason thought as he looked at the business-suit-wearing newcomers. One of them approached the glass wall and narrowed his eyes as he examined the crystal in the other room. “So, Dr. Hopkins, is this the Terrigen Crystal you’ve been working on?” the bald man said with a heavy southern accent. The others also stepped closer to have a look at the glimmering crystal. The leading scientist, Dr. Hopkins’ face lit up as he saw their interest in the crystal. “Indeed, Mr. Bowman. This, ladies and gentlemen is not just any Terrigen Crystal. This is our very own creation based on the Obelisk that was secured by S.H.I.E.L.D. This crystal, Extrigen as I call it, combines the best of both the alien technology that is Terrigenesis and an advanced version of the Extremis formula.” “Extremis…isn’t that--” one of the female board members started before Hopkins interrupted her. “Yes, Ms. Wilkes. The Centipede did an amazing job stabilizing the flawed work of the late Aldrich Killian and Dr. Maya Hansen. But I took it one step further,” Hopkins said, beaming with pride. “I—We, have done our own extensive studies, and we managed to produce a variation even better than the Centipede’s. From our tests so far, the subjects’ physical conditions were enhanced three to four times compared to what the Centipede’s can do at similar dosage.” “And this occurs without any adverse effects?” asked another Asian-looking, middle-aged man. “Yes, Mr. Hong. We have tested various dosages and the subjects all reacted positively. Of course, there are a couple of caveats for this. The first one being the dosages must be customized based on the subjects’ genetic makeup.” Hopkins explained. He paused for a few seconds and seemed hesitant before he continued. “The second condition is…the subject must be a mutant.” Upon hearing that, several of the board members’ faces soured and they began throwing questions angrily, while Hopkins and the rest of his team looked at each other uncomfortably. Raising his voice over his irate colleagues, Mr. Hong remained composed as he asked, “And how is this beneficial for us, Dr. Hopkins? Surely you are aware our main goal is to enhance our own race so that WE are the superior one, not the mutants.” The others stopped and fell silent as they waited for Hopkins’ answer. “We are very much aware of that goal, ladies and gentlemen.” “And yet your creation benefits them, not us!” spat a female board member. “It might seem that way, Ms. Goran. But I assure you we’ve figured out a way to take advantage of this.” He stopped short from adding “We are not stupid, you morons”. Instead, Hopkins produced a vial of bright blue liquid from his pocket and held it up for everyone to see. “This, ladies and gentlemen, is Cerulyze. A compound also developed by us that is capable of incapacitating a person’s cognitive ability, so much so that all they do is follow orders. Our orders.” “And this stuff works?” asked a skeptical Ms. Wilkes. “How are we not aware of this product’s development?” “Yes, it does, Ms. Wilkes. As long as we keep this compound running in their bloodstream, these mutants are not much of a threat to us. In fact, they are much easier to control,” Hopkins explained. “Cerulyze is a new product that we synthesized and developed from one of our earlier test subjects, a mutant with psychic abilities. She did not survive the Extrigenesis process, but we have progressed so much since then.” When he saw the Board members still looking at him with skepticism, Hopkins continued, “Words doesn’t mean much, I know. How about we proceed with the demonstration instead?” Hopkins stepped towards a console in the middle of the room and pressed on the button for the intercom. “Renner, Thomson, bring in subject 32 and 35.” “OK, Dr. Hopkins,” a gruffy male voice answered. “In the meantime, allow me to introduce our two subjects for today’s experiment,” Hopkins started as one of the screens switched on and a profile of Nikolai and Benjamin appeared. There was nothing new for Jason on the screen especially on Benjamin, but he noted Nikolai’s current status as a convicted felon who was charged with multiple homicide. He knew some of the Brotherhood’s members could be quite violent, but he would not have suspected the blond guy to be capable of something as horrific. Was he falsely accused? Jason thought to himself. There must be a whole story behind this. Plus, seems like kidnapping innocent mutants are not their only source of test subjects. As Hopkins was reading the stuff on the screen for his audience, a door in the experiment chamber opened and two security guards entered, guiding a test subject each. Nikolai and Benjamin both looked normal enough, if only a little sleepy. Both of them wore a plain, pale blue hospital gowns. The guards instructed them both to sit in the reclining chairs, with the ominous crystal in the middle. After securing the two mutants in their seat, the guards left through the door they came in from. Meanwhile, Jason was running possible scenarios in his mind. He knew he needed to rescue Benjamin before he gets subjected to the Extrigenesis process. He has heard of Terrigenesis before, and how the process is deadly for those who are not part of the race it was created for. Jason considered whether he should try and rescue Nikolai too, knowing it would make his mission much harder. “Fuck it,” Jason cussed under his breath as he took out two of his EMP generators and set the timer to two minutes. He then placed the devices under the tables at separate locations, hidden from view as he can’t use his cloaking ability from afar. He carefully sneaked his way past Dr. Hopkins and the other people in the room as he moved closer to the door connecting the room and the chamber. He hoped the EMPs would be enough to disable every electronics in the room and the hallway, create a distraction and give him enough time to rescue the incapacitated mutants. As long as I can cloak them, we don’t have to go far, Jason thought. “Now, as you can see subject 32 and 35 are under the effects of Cerulyze. They were given their daily dosage this morning, so they will remain under the effects throughout the whole experiment. We are going to subject them to Extrigenesis—” Hopkins’ speech was cut short when suddenly Jason’s EMP device went off. The computers and the lights immediately went out, plunging the room into darkness. In the experiment chamber, the equipment holding the crystal aloft also ceased to function, and the crystal itself dropped onto the floor. Elsewhere, the sound of a distant blaring alarm could be heard. The scientist Nina was the first to realize the danger they were in. Everyone was panicking in the darkened control room, but she quickly made her way towards exit, and managed to pull the door open. “Everyone, we have to leave now. Please come this way!” The panicked men and women became even more frantic and tried to make their way out of the room by following Nina’s voice. Hopkins too was panicked, but he was more worried about his experiment than his guests. It took quite some persuasion from his fellow scientists before he finally agreed to vacate the room. Meanwhile, Jason quickly made his way into the chamber. There was no light in there either, but the luminescent crystal was shimmering with a bluish light, and it was enough for Jason to find the strapped Benjamin. Uncloaking himself, Jason tried to shake the mutant awake. “Benjamin, can you hear me? Benjamin?!” Jason called as he took the young man’s shoulders in each hand and shook him roughly. The red-haired mutant let out a soft groan, but otherwise remained rigid and unresponsive. Jason struggled with the wrist straps holding Benjamin to the chair as he called for the other mutant. “Nikolai! Come on, wake up!!” Frustrated as he was, Nikolai remained completely motionless. Just as he managed to undo one of the straps on Benjamin, Jason heard a cracking sound coming from the crystal. He stared at the crystal, knowing something bad was about to happen. True enough, after a few seconds the Extrigen crystal suddenly exploded. Jason reflexively brought his arms up to cover his head. He expected to be bombarded with tiny shards of crystal, but when nothing happened, Jason opened his eyes to see that whole chamber was filled with a luminescent mist. Jason looked around him but the shimmering, blue mist was too thick that he could not even see Benjamin. “Benjamin! Nikolai!” Jason called for the two mutants, even though he knew it was useless. Even if they could hear him they were still too intoxicated to respond. Jason walked several feet through the mist, trying to either find Benjamin or find his way out. Then, just as sudden as the explosion, the Extrigen mist swirled around and began to envelop him, as if his body was sucking in the gaseous substance. Jason felt like he was being suffocated, and his whole body was suddenly overwhelmed with pain. He wanted to scream, but he felt like his mouth was sealed shut. His vision quickly darkened until it was pitch black. This is it, Jason thought. I’m dying here with these two. A few seconds of silence passed, when an abrupt, sharp pain stung his whole body. The pain continued and felt like it was never going to end. Or so he thought. After what felt like an eternity (which actually was only a couple of minutes), Jason felt the pain gradually leaving his body. His breathing became more stable, and Jason could feel like his senses have gone back to normal. He was still immobile, and an attempt to move his right arm resulted in him breaking out of a shell of some kind. The Extrigenesis mist must have solidified and formed a hard shell when it surrounded me, he thought. As he fully emerged from the destroyed shell, Jason knew everything was different. What…what is this intense feeling? Jason wondered. He felt invigorated and full of energy. He blinked his eyes, and the first thing that surprised him was how he could see clearly even though the chamber was in total darkness. Jason inhaled, and again was shocked by the diverse smells he could discern. It was as if he could smell each and every thing around him. Jason instinctively looked down at his own body, and his jaw dropped. Not only was he completely naked, but he has lost his swimmer physique and in its place was a body built like the hulk. Somehow, the Extrigenesis triggered a physical transformation in him. During the process, his clothes were torn to shreds and his sling bag was lost on the floor, somewhere. Jason knew he had grown massively from his 6-feet height, as the high ceiling looked closer than it had been. He estimated his new height to be about 8 feet tall. Looking down, Jason could not see past his pecs that now extended far above his torso. Jason lifted his arms to inspect them, and was greeted with a pair of arms more massively muscled than any bodybuilders he has ever seen. Their size was more like a bodybuilder’s thighs, easily measuring 25” around. His arms felt heavy and powerful, but then again so does every part of his new body. Jason moved his hands to his pecs and felt its hardness. It felt like he was touching satin-covered steel, smooth yet dense and hard as hell. Jason moved his hands slowly downward. His bulging, 58” pecs was so huge it created a good 6” overhang over his torso. His palms brushed over his thick nipples, and they were so sensitive that Jason had to stifle a moan. He traced his abs with his hands, and counted three pairs of rock-hard mounds of muscles each nearly the size of his palms. Jason pulled his elbows up towards his sides and ran his hands across the serrated contours of his lats. This is amazing! Jason thought. His transformed body felt powerful. He could feel the immense physical strength within each part of his body. A cracking sound from about ten feet away brought Jason back to reality. He must have closed his eyes while he was feeling and testing the fullness of his new muscles. Jason noticed a weirdly-shaped, 8 feet tall rock standing where Benjamin was before the crystal exploded. Surely enough, more cracking followed and suddenly a figure ‘flew’ upward and out of the rock-like shell. “Benjamin!” Jason said when he saw the figure’s face. He was elated to see the mutant had survived the process too. And like him, Benjamin was a new man. Benjamin floated several feet in the air with his eyes closed as if he was still not fully conscious. When he opened his eyes a few seconds later, they shone brightly with red energy, and immediately his body burst into flames. The fire enveloping Benjamin’s body was so bright and intense that it would have definitely burned or blinded those at such close distance, but Jason was able to look on comfortably (part of his new ability). This continued for a short while before Benjamin finally dismissed the flames and lowered himself back to the floor. With the flames gone, Jason was able to appreciate the physical transformation in the younger mutant. Similar to himself, the Korean-American mutant’s body had been fully transformed by the Extrigenesis process. Benjamin’s new hypertrophied body was a lot leaner, and yet still heavily muscled. The youthful mutant now stood at 7-foot-6 of pure, lean muscle. Even his face has become more chiseled, his previously youthful good looks transformed into a beautifully masculine face. His brown eyes have turned into a bright red color similar to his hair. His steeply-sloping traps bulged out from his thick neck, leading Jason’s eyes to a pair of striated, boulder-sized delts. His incredible 54” pecs bulged with power over eight pack of corrugated abs and erotically tight, 31” waist. His 22” upper arms featured definitions and vascularity of strenuously pumped muscles even as they remain relaxed on either side of his muscle-bound upper body. Moving his eyes lower, Jason was treated to a display of Benjamin’s insanely-defined quads which flared out with pure muscle, each measuring nearly the same thickness of his waist. The muscles of his upper legs flowed gently toward his equally defined and striated calf muscles. Studying his own enhanced musculature, Benjamin gracefully moved his massive left leg forward, causing the muscles to ripple and dance under his glistening skin. To top off his incredibly aesthetic physique, his equally beautiful and meaty cock hung 10.5” down, completely soft. He would later learn that his sex organ when completely aroused would push the measuring tape to 16” long and over 3” wide. In addition, Jason thought his bodyfat must have been as minimal as humanly possible since all his muscles looked as if they were shrink-wrapped with flawless, tanned skin that was almost golden in color. Jason also noted the young man seemed filled with life, unlike earlier when he was under the effects of the mind-paralyzing Cerulyze. Looking up straight ahead, Benjamin finally noticed Jason, who was still busy drinking in the view. As he laid his eyes on Jason, Benjamin was immediately attracted by the vision of the dark-skinned muscle-god before him. Similar to his own body, Jason’s transformed physique was the epitome of virility and masculinity. Benjamin’s eyes hungrily took in the sight of Jason’s handsome face and overdeveloped muscled body. His eyes were bright gold in color, which contrasted strikingly with his rich brown skin. His full lips were just so luscious and inviting. Benjamin could not help but to fantasize how good they would feel on his own. His eyes traveled down Jason’s thick, powerful neck, toward the twin plates of pectoral muscles so big they hung far out over his chiseled abs, even further than his own. Despite his relaxed standing posture, his muscle-strewn lats pushed his arms far out on either side of his twin breastplates. Jason’s arms were laced with a network of thick veins, and relaxed as he was, the muscle fibers within them bulged with promise of impenetrable hardness and power. The rounded masses of muscles were topped with deltoids that resembled the size and density of cannonballs. Jason’s taut waistband must have measured no more than 34”. His relatively small midsection simply highlighted the proportion and immensity of his upper and lower body. If it was not for his own overdeveloped muscles, Benjamin would have thought Jason’s physique to be simply unreal. Gigantic, rippling quads supported the heavy upper body and framed his equally powerful-looking genitals. The soft organ was easily a foot long, and thick as a beer can. Behind the organ, his balls which were pushed forward by his heavily-cabled thighs hung low. While Benjamin’s balls resembled large apples in size and shape, Jason’s testicles weighed down his sac like two unnaturally large eggs. Benjamin’s cock throbbed as his eyes took in Jason and his muscle-bound body. He had always been attracted to muscular men, but Benjamin noticed whatever caused his transformation was also making him hornier than usual. A vibration in the air temporarily brought Jason and Benjamin out of their muscle-appreciation daze. They both turned their attention to the source that was subject 32. The two mutants were too mesmerized by each other’s transformed physique that they did not noticed the blond mutant had only just now broken out of his shell. And just as Benjamin and Jason were busy appraising one another, Nikolai was busy contemplating his own transformation. His post-transformation build was more similar to Jason’s, though he looked like a muscled wonder in his own right. The new Nikolai remained the tallest of the three as he had grown from a scrawny 6’ 4” man, to an 8’ 2” absolute hulk. The blond super mutant’s previously brown eyes were now a mix of blue and green, and at the moment they were fixated on his own huge guns. He lightly shook out his arms. Even unflexed they were astounding in size and definition. Nikolai bent his right arm, and slowly raised it into a bicep pose. As he raised his forearms to vertical, the bicep peaks grew and grew into a huge, hardened ball of muscles rippling with throbbing veins. His triceps too bulged and rippled on the underside. Still studying his gigantic bicep, Nikolai flexed the balled muscle, causing it to harden and grow even thicker to the point of threatening to burst through his paper-thin skin. As he did so, Jason and Benjamin could feel an invisible force acting in sync with his flexing motion, though the blond mutant seemed oblivious to it. Each time he tightens his flex, an invisible wave pulled every movable object within the chamber toward him, while the force pushes everything outward when he did the opposite. As he stood there watching Nikolai’s demonstration, Jason thought the Extrigenesis must have done more than enhanced the three of them physically. Their unique abilities must have been enhanced significantly too, and god knows what new powers they now possess as well. Satisfied with the power in his flexed, 28-inch upper arm, Nikolai lowered his right arm and turned his attention to the rest of his body, as did his audience of two. Benjamin in particular was drawn to Nikolai’s gorgeous, 60” pectorals, which were dominated by a pair of dark, fleshy areolae and huge nipples that projected half an inch outward. Under his monstrous pectoral muscles, his fat-free abs featured an 8-pack of cobblestone-sized muscles and crisscrossing veins. The rest of his body carried the height advantage he had over the other two as well. Just like them, Nikolai’s new body was a sculpted perfection. Wide lats, tremendous upper body, 35” thighs, and stupendous calf muscles all tied to a trim, 34” waist. In between the tree-trunk thighs, his limp cock measured over 14” in length, and was quite similar to Jason’s in girth and its vein-lined appearance. A pair of grapefruit-sized balls competed with each other for space as they were pushed forward by his rock-hard quads, and they in turn forced his cock forward. The footsteps and voices of a group of people approaching from several hundred meters alerted the three super mutants and stopped their examination of each other’s godly physiques short. Heightened as their senses were, they knew the security force was coming their way to secure their test subjects and precious, yet ultimately lost, Extrigen crystal. As the footsteps grew closer, the three super mutants looked at each other and as if reaching an unspoken understanding, readied themselves for a fight. --End of prologue— For full-resolution photos, plus a few other extra stuff including a bonus character, visit my morph thread here. Also, thank you for reading! Feedback/comments are very welcomed. p/s: No idea when/if I'd write the next chapter though.

UNO El asunto del pecho de Nico al parecer era muy conocido. Nico y yo eramos amigos desde jardín. Habíamos ido a la misma primaria y cuando entramos en la segundaria nuestros padres eligieron mandarnos a colegios diferentes. De todos modos todavía seguiamos siendo amigos y cada tanto solíamos invitarnos a dormir. Durante los años de secundaria la mamá de Nico había decidido darle pastillas para el crecimiento, ella era una mujer petisa y tenía miedo de que su hijo no creciera demasiado. A Nico el asunto lo tenía sin problema y hasta ese momento él no había sido más bajo o más alto que nadie en el colegio. Pero a medida que los años de secundario iban pasando las cosas empezaron a cambiar. Lo primero que sucedio es que la voz de Nico se volvió más gruesa. Después ocurrió que pegó un estirón y me sacó una cabeza. Nico siempre había sido muy jodón y desde entonces empezó a decirme enano. —¿Que hacés enano? ¿Que tal la vista desde el subsuelo? Después le creció el pecho. No fue algo progresivo, fue casi como de un día para otro. Dos enormes pectorales asomaron como montañas sobre su pecho. Nico se reía. Decía que sus amigos lo llamaban la tetona. Era un pecho impresionante, yo nunca había conocido a nadie con un pecho tan grande. No era desproporcionado sino que era del tamaño perfecto, ancho y suave. No caía como esas tetas de viejos de 60 o de gordos a los que se les cae la grasa. Era un pecho grande, simplemente como si se le hubiera expandido la caja torásica y le hubieran crecido los músculos. Entonces ocurrió que Nico empezó a coger. Eso le causaba gracia, decía que las chicas le tocaban el pecho todo el día. —Les encanta —decía cuando se quitaba la remera y se miraba frente al espejo. Nico no tenía un gramo de grasa, no es que fuera super musculoso, solo que su cuerpo emanaba fuerza y energía sexual. Se paraba frente al espejo y se masajeaba el pecho mientras decía. —Les encanta. No sabés como me tocan todo el pecho, se vuelven locas —y después se miraba de costado y de frente—. Lo tengo enorme. ¿Que te parece, enano? ¿Te parece que tengo el pecho muy grande? ¿Me lo querés tocar? —Salí, boludo —le decía yo y él se cagaba de risa. Después se agarraba el pecho con ambas manos y decía: —Tetas de hombre —y eso era todo. Al parecer sus amigos también cargaban con eso. Le decían la tetona y a Nico le encantaba. Siempre que podía se sacaba la remera. —¡Salí de acá tetona! —le decían sus amigos. —¡Dejá de mostrar las tetas! Pero a Nico eso no lo intimidaba y siempre decía: —¿Querés tocarme las tetas? ¡Dale, veni! ¡Tocame las tetas! Una vez en su cumpleaños uno de sus amigos empezó a cargarlo con eso de las tetas grandes. Nico se sacó la remera y dijo: —Veni si sos macho, dale, tocame las tetas. El amigo fue y empezó a tocarle el pecho. —¡Aw Nico! —decía haciéndose el que se calentaba, mientras todos se cagaban de risa—. Que fuerte que sos, que pecho de macho que tenés, que tetas, que fuerte que sos. Tetas Nico, tetas, dame tus tetas. Y todos se morían de risa, incluso Nico. Para ese entonces yo le llegaba tan solo hasta la linea de sus pectorales. Para mí Nico se estaba volviendo un gigante. Por esa época Nico empezó a juntarse con otros amigos más grandes que nosotros. En especial con uno que se llamaba Juanito. Yo no lo conocía pero al parecer Juanito estaba todo el tiempo hablando de sexo, de tetas, de conchas, de pijas, de minas y de como cogérselas. Todo el material que Nico traía a mi casa las noches que venía a dormir era de Juanito. Así fue como empezó a traer fotos de minas en bolas, con unas tetas enormes o cogiendo. Cuando mis papás se habían ido a dormir pausábamos el jueguito que estuvieramos jugando y nos poníamos a ver las fotos. —Mirá esta hija de puta, como me la cogería —decía Nico mientras se tocaba la pija debajo del pantalón. Un día así fue como empezamos a pajearnos. Nico trajo unas fotos, nos sentamos frente al monitor y él dijo: —Boludo, pajiémosnos —y sin esperar que yo dijera nada se sacó la remera y se desabrochó el pantalón. La pija que salió era enorme, yo nunca había visto una pija tan grande en mi vida. En especial porque la mia era bastante chiquita; la de Nico parecía diez veces mas grande. —Dale, boludo, ¿Que esperas? —me dijo Nico mientras se masturbaba y su pija crecía y crecía. —Boludo, la tenés enorme —le dije. —El otro día la medimos con Juanito —dijo Nico mientras se masturbaba—. Treinta y cinco centímetros. Yo saqué la mia y empezé a pajearme. —Boludo, ¿Que es eso? —me preguntó—. Tenés un mani. Le pegué en el hombro y me fui al baño. —¡Boludo, no te enojes, es un chiste! Cuando salí del baño Nico había vuelto a jugar a los jueguitos. Me pidió perdón y jugamos hasta que se hizo de madrugada. Otro día vino con una sonrisa en la cara. —Tengo unas fotos que te vas a morir. Se hizo de madrugada y me mostró lo que había traido. Por alguna razón las pasaba bien rápido, hasta que llegó a la foto que me quería mostrar. Era la foto de una pija enorme. Solo se veía la pija y un poco de las piernas y la panza. Se notaba que era un hombre musculoso. —¿Cual decís que es mas grande? —preguntó—. Esa o la mia. Y sin esperar mas se bajó el pantalón y empezó a pajearse. Antes de que estuviera toda parada se sacó la remera y mientras con una mano se masturbaba con la otra empezó a tocarse el pecho: esas enormes tetas musculosos que tenía. Cuando estuvo del todo parada Nico se paró y dijo: —¿Y? ¿Cual decís que es mas grande? Mire ambas pijas, eran las dos enormes, simplemente enormes y gruesas. —No sé, parecen igual de grandes. —¿Vos decís? —Yo creo que la del chabon es mas grande —dijo Nico mientras se masajeaba una teta. A la siguiente vez trajo un video porno y algo que había aprendido. Juanito le había enseñado a hacer competencias de wascasos. —Nos pajeamos y el que aguanta mas y acaba mas gana. Pusimos el video y nos empezamos a pajear. La pija monstruosa de Nico se paró como un mástil. La mia apenas lograba ponerse dura. Heché una mirada a las enormes tetas de Nico y acabé. El wascaso entró en mi mano como un chicle. —¿Ya estás? Ja, ¡que chabón! Nico se siguió pajeando y pajeando. Se tocaba las tetas y se masajeaba la pija con una y con las dos manos. —Tengo la pija enorme, boludo —decía—, casi tan grande como mis tetas. Mirá el tamaño de mis tetas, boludo. Estoy enorme. Tengo mas tetas que la puta esa —dijo y se puso de pie. Fue al baño y dijo: —Mirá esto, enano. Me paré al lado y vi salir un chorro de wasca como si hubiera abierto una canilla. —Te lleno la bañera de leche, boludo. Jaja, mirá toda la leche que tengo. Otra vez me dijo: —Boludo, nos tenemos que pajear cruzado. Es zarpado. —¿Que? ¿Cruzado? —Si boludo, yo te pajeo a vos y vos a mi. —Dejate de joder, boludo, no te quiero tocar la pija. —Boludo, es lo mismo. ¿Que te cambia? Es una pija. Los dos tenemos una pija... Y puso un video de una mina a la que se la cogían tres tipos. Nico sacó su pija y yo hice lo mismo. —¿Así toda floja? —le pregunté. —Dale, boludo —dijo y me sacó la mano y me agarró la pija con dos dedos. Su mano era mucho mas grande que la mia y entre sus dedos mi pija todavía parecía mas chica. Se me paró al toque. —Dale, agarrame, boludo. Agarré su enorme pija con una mano y empecé a subir y bajar. Nunca había sentido una pija tan grande. Acabé en un segundo. —¡aw, boludo! Me llenaste la mano de leche. Tenés que controlarla, forro. Se limpió con mi remera y después se puso en cueros. —Ahora termina con la mia. Le agarré la pija temblando. Había crecido por la mitad, pero ya era algo impresionante. Un segundo después se puso tan dura como una piedra y tan gruesa que apenas podía rodearla con mi mano. —Apretá con fuerza, boludo. ¡Dale! ¡Ponele ganas! –Estoy apretando todo lo que puedo. —Dale, boludo, ¿me estás jodiendo? —Forro, la tenés enorme. —Dale pelotudo, apretá en serio. ¿Así te pajeas? —Boludo, no tengo la culpa que tengas una pija gigante. —Usá las dos manos. Agarré su pija con las dos manos y Nico empezó a tocarse las tetas. —Uh, que grande que la tengo, mirá tus manitos, son diminutas. Ja! Dale, pajeame con ganas. Jaja, mirá el tamaño de esa pija. Dios, que grande que estoy. Y ahí sin pensar en lo que hacía se la chupé. Nico me empujó y se puso de pie. —¿Que hacés, boludo? ¿Sos puto? —dijo y me pegó una piña en el hombro que me tiró al suelo. Nico debía pesar el doble que yo, tenía una fuerza que yo no podía imaginar. Se vistió, se subió el pantalón y se fue. A los pocos días alguien tocó el timbre de casa. Era Nico. —¿Puedo pasar? Le dije que si. Nos sentamos en mi cama y no dijimos nada. Después nos pusimos a jugar al street fighter. Cuando se hizo la madrugada Nico puso pausa y dijo: –¿Me querés chupar la pija? No respondí. Nico se sacó la ropa, estaba mas enorme que nunca. Se paró delante mio mientras se masturbaba. Yo veía su inmensa pija crecer y crecer y crecer sobre mi cabeza y en lo alto sus enormes tetas musculosos moviéndose suavemente. Cuando estuvo parada Nico agarró me puso una mano en la cabeza y me acercó a su pija. Me resistí, cerré la boca con fuerza y me apretó la poronga gigante contra el cachete haciendo presión. —Dale, abrí la boca, enano. Me apretaba con la pija. —Dale, mirá lo grande que la tengo, dale puto. Entonces abrí la boca e intenté morderlo, pero era tan grande que no pude cerrar la boca. —Así me gusta, putito, chupame la pija —decía mientra me sostenía la cabeza con una mano y con la otra se tocaba las tetas—. Awww que bien que chupas, enano. Chupamela toda, dale. ¿Te gusta? Mira lo grande que la tengo. Dale, chupame toda la pija, dale, mirá lo grande que es. Es enorme. La tengo re dura. ¿Te gusta eso? Dale, chupame las bolas, Jaja, que puto que sos enano. Te morías de ganas de chuparme la pija. ¡Que chabón! Dale, hasta el fondo, jajaja te vas a atragantar. La tengo muy grande. Uh me vas a hacer acabar —dijo y me agarró la cabeza con fuerza para que no me moviera—. ¡Tomá puto! ¡Tomate toda la leche que tengo! Dijo y acabó una cantidad imposible de wasca. Hasta el punto que me atraganté y me salió por la nariz. Casi me ahogo tomándome la leche de Nico. —Boludo, casi me matás —le dije y le empecé a pegar en el pecho, en ese increible y enorme pecho musculoso que sus amigos llamaban tetas de hombre. Tetas de hombre, enormes y cubiertas de una capa de pelo. Me cansé de pegarle y empecé a acariciarle el pecho. Era una masa enorme de músculos perfectos. —Jajaj, mirá como quedaste chabón —dijo Nico mientras yo le tocaba el pecho como si no se diera cuenta que lo estaba tocando. Me limpió la cara con un pañuelo mientras yo seguía tocando su pecho —¿Te gustan mis tetas? —dijo y las flexionó para que yo viera lo duras que eran. Yo lo tocaba y lo tocaba mientras sentía la enorme fuerza de su pecho bajo mi manos. Ese pecho inmenso y lleno de musculos que todavía estaba creciendo. Y sin mas se le paró la pija otras vez y me agarró la cabeza para que se la chupara de nuevo. Así empezamos.

The Twelve Disciples (I wrote this story as a thank you to the first 12 guys who liked my work enough to follow my profile. This is my last story of the month so I just wanted give you guys one last thing to read before I went on vacation!) ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Shawn was your typical college athlete, always looking for any kind of an edge. He was one of thirteen people on his swim team and, while he was really good, he consistently came in third in their meets. His frustration at never coming in first was overwhelming. It didn’t matter that he could have any girl he wanted or that his friends looked up to him like an idol. He wanted to be better than everyone. It was the end of August and a new swim season was about to begin. He was sharing his frustrations with an online friend late at night when they suggested an herbal supplement he’d never heard of before. Shawn went to the website and found it all pretty sketchy. The site was covered in obviously morphed photos and the company was operating out of some town in India that he’d never heard of before. But he was so desperate to win he’d try anything. When the package arrived he eagerly opened it up only to find that it contained one pill that said, “take with water.” “Jesus Christ… I spent $50 bucks for this!?” He groaned. He was so pissed he almost threw it away but he figured he might as well swallow it. So he gulped down the pill and chased it with a glass of water and then hopped into the shower. As he was soaping his body up he felt warm all over. His muscles started to tingle with a strange sensation and then suddenly his entire groin felt like it was melting in pleasure. He felt his cum splashed against his chest as he fell against the side of the shower in the most intense orgasm of his life. His muscles were begging to swell. He gripped his pecs and felt the meat getting thicker in his hands. “Fuuuuuck.” He closed his eyes as the sensations overwhelmed him. He shot load after load until his cum was spent and his cock was dry heaving. When he opened his eyes, his biceps looked like someone had added a baseball to their mass. His triceps flayed out more and his legs had crazy definition. “Shit that stuff really works!” He turned off the water and got out of the shower to check his body out in the mirror. He’d gained a good 20 lbs of muscle. He bounced his meatier pecs and smiled. “That shit’s out of this world!” Then he immediately went online and ordered another package. He was going to do a lot better this season. The second package arrived in a few days, just before their first day of practice. He was so excited he took it immediately even though his friend was hanging out in his dorm. Rami was from India. He and Shawn had known each other since freshman year. “What’s that stuff you’re taking?” Rami asked him. “It’s this great supplement I got from India. It’s amazing! Watch this!” He said pulling off his shirt as he gulped down the pill with a glass of water and waited. Shawn and Rami stood in front of the bathroom mirror for 20 minutes with no obvious effect. “What are we looking for?” Rami said. Shawn’s body looked amazing and he suspected this was some kind of joke his friend was using to show it off. “I’m going to start growing!” Shawn shouted, but nothing happened. “I’m bored with this, lets watch TV,” Rami said. The two watched Netflix for about an hour and still there was no sign of any new growth on Shawn. Eventually it was time for the first swim practice of the season. “Ugh… so disappointing. It happened so quick last time!” He said gathering his things. Rami got up to go. “You don’t have to leave man. I know you hate your room mate. You can just stay here while I’m out.” He said, pulling on his shirt and walking out of the room. Rami sat down and continued watching “The Crown”. Eventually he got up to go to the bathroom and nearly tripped over the packaging that the supplement came in. He picked up the packaging and looked at it. “Wow this is a really seedy company.” He thought to himself. The instructions were all printed out in Hindi. Where there were English translations they were written by hand. “Odd… they translated this wrong. That doesn’t say ‘take WITH water’ it says ‘take IN water’.” scratched his head wondering why on earth the instructions would say that. Then he read some of the untranslated section. “Allows the user to absorb water through skin… converts into muscle and genital growth… for safety do not expose yourself to more than fifty gallons at a time… holy shit!” Down at the pool Shawn’s phone was vibrating like crazy as Rami tried to call him ten times but his phone was in his pants pocket and his pants were shoved to the back of a locker. Shawn was walking out to the pool deck in a tight speedo. His team mates were complementing him on the weight he’d gained since last season. Shawn was feeling confident, the second pill had been a dud but at least he had something to show for his efforts. His slightly larger ass was bulging out of the sides of his speedo as he dived into the pool and began swimming laps. He had gone five laps when Rami burst through the doors and started shouting at him to get out of the pool but Shawn was swimming too hard and couldn’t hear. Suddenly Shawn’s entire body began to tingle again. His cock poked out from the top of his tight speedo as it became erect. “Fuck… not now...” Shawn thought as he gripped the one of the lane dividers and started shooting white clouds into the water. The swim coach shouted at him, wondering what he was doing but Shawn couldn’t respond, he was in too much pleasure as the water rushed into his skin and he began to bulk up. His shoulders looked like a rising volcano as his traps built up and his delts rounded out. His nipples were forced downward by the pounds of meat that were being added to his pecs. His cock continued to grow and thicken as clouds of white jizz erupted from it. His balls were swelling rapidly in his speedo until they popped out from either side, the size of tennis balls. His ass expanded until the speedo was jammed up in his crack like a thong before it snapped. By this time he’d captured the attention of his fellow teammates. To them his contorted face made it look like he was in incredible pain and they swam over into his cloud of cum filled water to see what was wrong. They touched his swelling body, unable to believe what they were seeing. “Bro… what the hell is going on!” One of them shouted as they crowded in to watch his biceps swell before their eyes and his back muscles develop a deep topography. He was getting taller too, his expanding feet were being pushed deeper into the pool, inch by inch. “Jesus man… should we get a… gnnnn” Another guy said. His skin was feeling tingly as the herbal infused cum began to soak into his skin. Shawn’s balls were still swelling, now the size of melons and thick clouds of jizz were floating all over the entire team. They had been so concerned for Shawn that they hadn’t seen what was happening in the cloudy water as their cocks all became rock hard. Suddenly they liked the sensation of their mostly naked bodies pressed against each other. They pressed in on each other more closely until their fit frames were rubbing the jizz into one another. Soon they were dry humping one another. “WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON!” The couch shouted, seeing his team all blissfully groping one another. Shawn continued to grow until he could touch the bottom of the deep end, his cock was as wide as a two liter bottle. His balls floated to the top of the water like shipping buoys as gallons of cum spewed into the pool. As he bounced his pecs in pleasure it created a wave pool. His muscular ass grew the size of a bean bag chair. Rami and the coach just stared in slack jawed awe. Shawns abs split in a twelve pack and the the team was climbing all over him to feel it, starting to swell themselves. He was finally number one on this 13 person team. He was their muscle god and they were his 12 disciples, and they worshiped their leader as all the water in the pool was slowly turned to cum.

Dr. Robinsen’s pecs bounced as they slowly expanded out in the now loose fitting t-shirt, covered by a white lab coat. Drinking the serum had been a mistake but it had to be tested on someone and the doctor didn’t trust anybody else. The room was spinning, vertigo was giving way to darkness, as the unfortunate scientist fell unconscious onto the lab bench, sending unlabeled bottles of mysterious chemicals flying. Outside the manor house, a young junior executive for Body Connections stood knocking at the door. His company had recently purchased a muscle growth enhancement formula from Dr. Robinsen and he had traveled out to the country in person to pick it up. A butler answered the door, “Terry Jones, here to see Dr. Robinsen.” He said. “You’re expected, the doctor is in the laboratory. I’m to take you there.” He said leading the way through the impressive manor house. On the wall was a portrait of a man next to his wife and kids. He assumed that was the doctor, although he was feeling guilty about not looking up any information on the Dr. Robinsen before hand. At the end of a long hallway was a steel door. The butler opened it and stood back. “The laboratory is in there.” He pointed and walked away. Terry walked into the poorly lit room that smelled of chemicals and animal cages, a little annoyed at being left to find his own way. Then in an instant his heart jumped into his mouth as he saw a man slumped over onto one of the lab benches. Terry ran over and lifted his head. He had very smooth skin apart from the five o’clock shadow that covered his face. His long blond hair was tied up into a ponytail making him look more like a Vegas magician than a doctor. He certainly wasn’t the man from the portrait. “Dr. Robinsen?” He shouted, shaking the unconscious man in front of him with difficulty due to his powerful muscular frame. He slowly opened his eyes. “Yes? What is it?” He said in a stupor, then his eyes opened widely. He felt his chest and then his arms. “Oh no...” He said moving his hands over his mouth. Jumping out of his stool so quickly that he knocked it over, he ran to a mirror and felt his face and body. “Dr. Robinsen… I… uh… I’m here for the formula. You said we could pick it up today. I’ve been authorized to sign a contract for you for fifty million dollars for the exclusive right to manufacture it.” He had to repeat himself several times before the doctor would even acknowledge him. Finally he twirled around and said, “No no! It’s not ready! I have to fix… gnnnn” The sentence was cut short as his hands grabbed his stomach and he bent over on the floor. “GNNNNN” Terry watched as the doctor’s body heaved with labored breathing. Veins began to pop out in his neck. “Should I call 911?” He asked. “No!” He bellowed and them grabbed his throat as shoulders began to expand again. Terry could see the sleeves of his lab coat filling out as the doctor’s biceps and triceps inflated. Was this the growth serum?! How could it be working this quickly? Terry ran up Dr. Robinsen and put his hand on the man’s shoulder. “What’s happening?!” But he didn’t need an answer, he could feel the deltoid under his hand swelling against his fingers. The doctors pecs were imprinting themselves against the t-shirt and stretching it out so much he could hear the fibers straining. The doctor looked down and grabbed his crotch, feeling incredible pain as he looked down in horror at the bulge that was fighting it’s way against some very tight jeans. “AGHHHH!” He shouted, quickly unbuttoning them and pulling out a 9’’ soft cock and balls the size of lemons. “Oh god no!” He shouted. At that moment his pecs and deltoids had swollen so much that they tore his t-shirt down the front revealing his rock hard core, framed by the lab coat and the torn t-shirt. His biceps burst through the sleeves of the white coat as they swelled out like two massive boulders. Terry backed away, afraid of what was happening as the prostrate man before him groaned in pain. His denim ripped with an awful sound revealing two massive undulating thighs and an expanding bubble butt. “Fuck… it’s too much! Got the… ratios wrong!” He grunted as his body continued to swell including his feet which he was desperately working to pull out of his shoes. Inch by inch the doctor grew taller and the expanding body ripped through the tattered remnants of his clothes. His balls sank lower, swelling to the size of baseballs as his 11’’ soft cock drooped over his massively swelling thighs. His lats pushed those massive arms outward as his back thickened with extreme definition. He struggled to stand as his traps fully engulfed his neck and his pecs continued to swell, forcing his nipples downward. He looked at his body in horror and looked up at Terry. “Get out!” He roared. “Get out now!” He said throwing over a lab bench. Terry bolted from the lab and down the hall without looking where he was going causing him to collide with a portly man in his fifties. “What the hell is going on down there!?” He shouted. Terry recognized him from the painting in the hall. “Dr. Robinsen!” He shouted. “There’s a man in there, you...your assistant maybe. He’s changing… going berserk!” “What are you talking about? I’m Johnathan Robinsen. Dr. Robinsen is my wife!” Terry’s eyes grew round as saucers. “Ohhhh dear… I… I… think she may want some time to herself right now.” He said and ran out the front door.

My first story submission on here. Chapter 1: “I can’t stop growing” Jonas muttered between mouthfuls. My mouth was hanging open in disbelief ,I was giving the strangest interview of my life. The man in front of me was this overly-muscled, hairy, half-naked monster. The same guy who only a year or ago had been a top player of a New York City gay kickball league and maybe 180 lbs at best. Now he was enormous, closed off and holed up in his Brooklyn apartment. Jonas hadn’t shaved in weeks, his dark hair had grown long, flowing onto his rounded shoulders. And he sat there in only tight boxer briefs, his bloated, heavy muscles on full display. Normally I’d be turned on by a massively muscular guy, by this monumental hypermasculinity, but instead I was growing concerned. Here was a man who had ballooned up into a massive roided bear of a man in one year, seemingly in denial about it. From a respectable athletic guy into a freakishly beefy offseason mess in one year! “All I’ve seen you do since I got here is eat” I replied. “You’ve been eating non-stop since I got here almost an hour ago.” “I can’t stop. You don’t understand, it’s not a choice.” He replied in frustration. Jonas looked like he was eating some sort of thick gruel, but he assured me it was oatmeal and protein powder. He apologized for his shirtlessness, claiming he was too big for his clothes.. I was tempted to believe him. His once lean build was now so overblown, roided out to an almost grotesque degree that I was amaze he still fit in his apartment. Jonas’ hairy and ample muscle gut sat in his lap as he ate. Massive, fur covered pecs loomed over it, looking like heavy slabs of muscle. His tremendously muscular arms tensed and flexed with each movement. I imagined he had to weigh somewhere north 300 lbs by now. In my whole life I had scarcely seen a man as large. I was a part time writer covering gay sport events for the New Gotham Weekly, a local gay publication. Sports had always been a little passion of mine, and I figure this would be a fun and light side-job. Something to do in my spare time. I had actually met Jonas when he lead his kickball team marching in pride two years back, when he was a different man. He was popular, a 20-something handsome gay boy with jet black hair and a permanent Five O’Clock shadow. He could have stepped right out of some telenovela. And then I met him again when his team won the big kickball division match.I even made a little feature about it. And before all this, he was so classically good looking. When I heard that “hot Jonas” had dropped out of kickball to do bodybuilding it piqued my interest. I decided that I wanted to know what had happened to him. Sightings of him last year in town confirmed that the one-time 180 pound scenester had developed into a serious bodybuilder, and he continued to get bigger and bigger as the months went by. But it had been about 6 months since anyone had even seen him out or heard a word from him. He had cut off communication with his friends, his family. No one knew what was going on. Only the most minimal of communication had been returned. Someone told me he was “concentrating on his bodybuilding career”. That's when I came in. I found his email and I contacted him saying I wanted to interview him, thinking it might be interesting to do a story about a former leading kickball player who’d turned to bodybuilding, and write a bit about life as a bodybuilder, maybe he’d look hot with all the extra muscle, I thought- but I had no idea what I was getting into. Jonas was now this enormous shut-in. He had apparently quit his job, stopped talking to friends, stopped using facebook and only left his cramped one bedroom in Brooklyn to hit the gym. And here I showed up thinking this would be some sweet little puff piece about a particularly sexy ex-kickballer turned bodybuilder. Jonas looked me right at me with these soulful eyes when I asked him about his disappearance from the scene. “I couldn’t explain to people what was happening to me. I couldn’t explain why I had to go home, why I had to go to the gym. My friends were freaking out about the changes, but no one could stop it from happening. The nagging, the comments, it just made everything worse. I couldn’t be around those people anymore, it was too… stressful.” Jonas shifted his substantial weight and lifted his hulking body out of the chair. He lumbered towards the fridge to grab something else to eat. He pulled out a prepared meal of rice and chicken and began shoveling food again. “How long have you been living like this?” I asked. “It started a little over a year ago. It wasn’t serious at first, I thought. I just started eating all the time and my training went into overdrive. I really liked the muscle I put on the first few months. But then the injections started” “Injections?” I asked “Yes, injections. And that's when I really started blowing up. I felt like I was growing larger every day. I stopped liking it. I stopped wanting to get bigger. Right around the time I hit 220 I realized I was getting too big even for kickball. I tried to stop growing, I did everything I thought of, but I can’t stop. Nothing can make me stop” “If you don’t like it, why’d you continue with the injections?” “I told you already” he said, flustered, “I can’t stop” I scribbled some notes to look busy, buying time. “Are you going to try and compete?” I asked sheepishly. I saw a little hint of temper rise up in his eyes “You don’t understand. I don’t want this, I never wanted this” he said, gesturing down at his massive pecs. His rounded shoulders bulged and flexed with each movement of his arms. Jonas was still eating and I was more puzzled than ever. “If you don’t want to get bigger... why do you keep eating?” I asked again, halfheartedly expecting a different response. “Listen, This is not possible. I don’t control this, like I said. I’m eating but I can’t stop. it won’t stop.” That's when I started feeling a little alarmed. I was tempted to try something, but I was unsure how’d he react. “Well what if I…” I said, reaching over to grab the tupperware out of his hands. His huge, powerful build immediately shifted and pulled away, out of my reach. “No, even if you tried, I wouldn’t be able to stop myself from taking it back.” No doubt, I thought. This man could crush me in a fight. I sat there trying to let his words weigh on me. What I had halfheartedly expected to be a small, potentially fun fluff piece about a former gay kickball captain was turning into something else entirely. His compulsion, this all-consuming obsession with eating and lifting, could it really be entirely outside of his own mental control? I paused for a moment and an unsettling silence hung in the air of that stale apartment. “Have you seen a psychologist?” I asked in a gentle tone. “It wouldn’t do any good” he quickly snapped back. “This is not a natural thing, this is a curse.” Jonas had finished scarfing down his meal and sat up quickly to grab more food. I couldn’t help but be surprised by how quickly a man of his size moved. “You’re going to outgrow that kitchen” I said to him half jokingly, hoping to lighten the tone. “I’m outgrowing everything.” He sounded deadly serious. “I have no clothes that fit me anymore. I can’t run anymore and everything feels smaller.I don’t know when this is going to stop.” “If you’re upset about getting bigger, why haven’t you seen a doctor about it? Or a phscolo…” “I told you already” he interrupted. It’s just not going to happen.” He sounded more defeated than angry. “Ok, just tell me how you got into this lifting then” I asked patiently. I never thought i’d actually sit for a serious interview for my part time job. “I’ve been lifting for years. But this. All this… “ Jonas said, gesturing at his huge build. “This started last year. I met a man, an older guy. We were out at a bar. A big guy, muscular, older. We were chatting in the bar. I admired his muscles and then he told me he’d love to see me bulk up. I thought it was a weird comment so I just started to ignore him. He was really persistent, telling me he wanted to see me get huge and all this weird stuff. I mean, I liked his arms, he must have noticed, but then he just latched on. I don’t know what happened, but not long after I noticed I was eating a lot. It was subtle at first, but I just found myself eating, and cooking and I started taking up lifting seriously. I don’t know what he did to me. I still can’t figure out how he did it to me, but he’s made me like this.” Jonas had a seriousness to his voice that startled me. Here in front of me was a gargantuan overfed, overgrown bodybuilder who I knew was lifting on his own and eating endlessly on his own, and yet, there was a total conviction in what he said. He didn’t own any responsibility for his current actions, something that made me worry for his own mental state. “So if you quit your job, how are you paying for this apartment and all this food?” Jonas paused a little before taking another swig of a protein shake. “I have a donor, he’s paying rent. I get food delivered.” “Who’s the donor. Is it the guy you met? the older gentleman?” “I…. I might be saying too much.” He muttered. Then Jonas leaning his bulky torso in close to mine. I felt the heat coming off his huge body. “Listen” he whispered “I don’t want anything else to happen. Maybe we shouldn't talk about this.” When I felt his powerful arm against my shoulder I got chills down my spine. This man was huge, and probably out of his mind. I took that as my queue to leave. The guy had gone insane with steroids. That was the only conclusion I could think of. I thanked Jonas for his time and I politely mentioned that I would never publish anything without his approval, fully knowing that I had nothing to run anyway. Headline: Young gay man gets addicted to steroids, loses his fucking mind. Nah, that wouldn’t work. I headed back home to finish a little feature about Roller Derby girls. I had to get back to my real job too. I tried to shrug off the encounter with Jonas and go about my work that week, but on Thursday, a full week later, I got an email from him. He wanted another interview. “I have to tell you what's happening because, I don’t know what's going to happen to me. Lets meet this weekend.” I wanted to ignore it. This Jonas kid was blown up so big that he go into a rage and really hurt me if he wanted. Part of me was too attracted to the idea that this might be a chance for some real journalism, or at least a juicy story. That following Saturday I found myself walking up the stairs of Jonas’ Brooklyn brownstone.

Hey all, this is the first story I've actually bothered to see finished in a long time. It's been difficult writing, lately, and I don't expect this to be as well-received as some of my previous stories. But, I'm just happy to have finally finished something! So, let me know what you think. I hope it's at least somewhat enjoyable. OH! Also, this is a college story. No one is under 18. And of course it's entirely fictional, based on no real person or place. _______________________________________________________ He stood in front of us, visibly upset, breathing heavily, his chest and shoulders rising with his deep breaths. "You all think you're so smart, huh?" he said, the venom clear in his voice. "Well, maybe one day you'll see that not everyone is born to be your victim. Not everyone will take your shit lying down." "Dude, calm down, it was a joke," one of my friends said. And it really was just a joke, at his expense, of course, but a joke nevertheless. They... or I should say technically we just made fun of his thin size. Oh and we made several comments about him having a small dick. He really did have a small dick, though. Several of us had seen him naked in the shower. But this is what dudes do! We make fun of each other, give each other shit. We did to him nothing that we haven't done to each other. I was honestly confused why he was taking it so personally. Maybe he was far more insecure than he let on? "It's only a--ughh--joke if what you're saying isn't--rnnngg--true!" He had his hands clenched into fists, arms arched a bit, still breathing heavily. "But you know what? You'll see I'm a grower not a shower. Watch this." And then, to our uncomfortable horror, he put his hand on his crotch and began rubbing it. I say "horror," when really it was just one of those really weird and awkward situations where you have no clue what to do with yourself. Do you respond? Try to diffuse the situation? Look away? Walk away? My own mind was a tangled mess of nothingness. I felt the urge to look away but my eyes remained fixed on him, particularly his crotch where we could all see him rubbing himself with an intensity we're all surely familiar with. I mean, we all jerk off, no doubt. But here he was doing it in front of us. "Dude we've seen you hard, too. You're not that big then either so--" "Sam, dude, shut the fuck up!" I snapped. Apparently he was too dense to realize this wasn't a time to be an asshole. "Let him talk shit, it's okay. Mmmmyeahhhh..." I looked back at him and his crotch had a definite tent there. He was wrapping his hand around it and squeezing and rubbing it, and he looked like he was enjoying it. I felt myself starting to get a little hard, too. "Ready? Mmmm yeah... Watch." I noticed that none of us had turned away, averted our eyes, or anything. As uncomfortable of a situation this was, it seemed that we were all more curious about what he was trying to prove than anything else. But I'll admit I was enjoying watching him jerk off, even though he was still fully clothed. Something about it was enticing. I suddenly wondered, though... what was it that made him get hard? It almost seemed as though he willed it to happen. But then he took his hand away from his crotch and just stood there, eyes closed, head tilted back a little. He had a little grin on his face, and I suppose he truly was enjoying this, whatever it was. But then I looked back at his crotch, and his tent was super prominent. There was no mistaking he was hard. Wait... yeah, he was definitely clearly hard, but... why was I able to tell that? We all were a bunch of douchebags and pointed out how small he was. We've seen his hard dick. It would barely create a bump in his shorts. Now it's a prominent tent. "I see Jake's figured out what's happening," he said, thrusting his chin at me. "Uhhh..." I gulped. "We're... mere seconds away from seeing indecent exposure?" I tried to say it sarcastically, but I suddenly realized I was super nervous. Why was I nervous? I really ought to be repulsed by watching a dude make himself get a boner and partially jerk himself off. He flexed his dick and I couldn't believe what I saw. The tent bulged out farther. I heard some of the other guys gasp and a single "What the fuck..." Now I definitely was nervous. "Ohhhh yeah..." he moaned slightly, his hand moving toward his tent. But then he jerked it away, as though he's trying to restrain his impulse to touch himself. I guess we all know, as dudes, how it is, to want to jerk off when you're hard. "Fuck yes!" he suddenly cried. "It's happening! Are you guys watching?" We were all definitely watching. I think at first we were all sort of annoyed with his seemingly whiny outburst, but now we can all see there's a lot more to this than just whining. I think he may have wanted any excuse to do this, to be honest. "Mmmmm fuck," he moaned again, and we all watched the tent push out farther, and I heard a slight groan. It was his fucking shorts! His tent had grown so much, he was finally straining the front of his shorts! "Here we go... Unnnghhhh!" He clenched his fists, and... "POP!" A large, thick cock popped out of the front of his shorts. At first only the head was visible, but the cloth of the shorts receded and his dick became more and more exposed. He was pretty fucking big, now. He took his hand and pulled at the front of his shorts so more of his dick would be visible. He flexed it again, and yes, it grew even bigger, right before our eyes. "FUCK yes! Still think I'm tiny now?" And even as he said those words, his cock was ever so slightly still growing, and I realized I was staring at it intently. Protruding from the front of his shorts was his hard, throbbing, growing bigger dick. What the hell was happening? No one responded to his question. Did he actually want an answer? "Well?" I guess he did. "N-no, you're not t-tiny," I managed to squeak out. Why did I answer? Why? "What's with the stuttering?" he grinned. "I wouldn't think such a weak, small-dicked 'baby' would make you nervous, Jake." I cringed. He was using my own words. I'd actually called him that one time. It was forever ago, and he remembered. "I'm not... n-nervous..." I couldn't stop stuttering. But why was I nervous? I mean, yeah, this is very off-putting. But he just proved he's definitely a grower. So what if he has a bigger dick than we all thought? He probably took some Viagra and just had to prove us all wrong about his dick. He was still a skinny, weak dude. He simply laughed. "Well, whatever dude, I don't care." He looked down at his own dick for a few moments and flexed it again, and it bounced a bit and grew some more. FUCK! "Ohhhh yeah, it's coming. Are you watching? I can feel it." Some of us looked at each other, and I'm guessing we all were thinking 'what the fuck does he mean?' He wasn't about to cum, was he? He reached his hands down and started to stroke his big throbbing veiny dick. Yes, he needed both hands to cover it. He was lovingly rubbing his dick, back and forward his hands went, slowly. "Unnngghhh" he moaned. His movements were hypnotic, and I couldn't avert my eyes as I watched a dude jerk himself off. I suddenly realized I was harder than steel, myself. "It's happening. Ohhh yeahhhhhh..." he closed his eyes, moaning, and we all finally saw what he meant. What was happening. His entire body was growing. At first I thought I was imagining it, or maybe he was rising up on his toes, but he was definitely getting taller. Slowly but surely. His hands never stopped moving, and he continued growing taller, and he'd grown maybe three or four inches in height before I realized something else. His chest had begun to push out. "Holy sh--" I involuntarily spoke in a hushed voice, stopping myself just before getting the entire word out, not that it mattered since there was no hiding what was going to be said. "Yeah, just watch," he said. His arms had some veins snaking around them now, and I could see his forearms thickening, too. He was growing muscles! FUCK! How was this happening? My dick throbbed in my shorts, and I was immediately brought to realization that I was genuinely enjoying the show. Still growing taller, his arms thickening, his chest pushing out, I also noticed his calves were bulging, too. And his dick was still growing! His shoulders had begun to broaden as well, and I suddenly realized his shirts was getting tighter and tighter, and it was at this point I finally noticed his biceps. They were wrapped in the cloth of his t-shirt, when before the sleeves were loose with plenty of space to spare. "Fuck yeah, keep--unghh--watching..." he said, as he continued to stroke himself, his hands wrapped tightly around his throbbing rod. I watched as those sleeves got tighter and tighter, his arms growing with each stroke of his now huge dick. His traps were rising up, too, and soon that shirt was painted on his body, and he looked like he practically lived in the campus gym. "Oh fuck, fuck... fuck..." his stroking was becoming more rapid, speeding up, and so was his growth. It was like the faster he stroked his dick, the faster he grew. I glanced down and saw his calves were now fucking enormous, bulging out, making it clear he never skipped leg day. Wait, can I even say that? But then more groaning sounds came from his shorts, and I realized his quads and hamstrings had been growing, too. His shorts were tightly wrapped around his muscled legs, and thanks to his new height, we could even see the heads of his quads right above his knees. "Here it--unghh gunnnghhh-- oh it's coming!" His stroking was fevered and wild now, full-on jerking off. His shirt was so tight I couldn't believe it was still holding on. "It's coming!! I'M CUMING!" And he did cum. Oh did he cum. We could literally hear the first burst of cum shoot from his huge dick. It hit my friend David right in the face. "RIIIIIIIIIP!" His shirt finally tore down the middle, his heaving pecs protruding from the tattered cloth, and his biceps ripped the sleeves, a rend going all the way up to his cannon-ball shoulders. "POP! POP!" His legs exploded out of his shorts, each leg ripping up to his belt. More cum was still shooting from his dick, his muscles throbbing as he shot each blast of cum. He was deliberately aiming for us with his cum, hitting not just David before, but two of my other friends as well. Actually, he somehow missed me entirely, but got everyone else. And then his dick was simply dribbling cum, still very hard, though. Cum was dripping down his shaft, onto the hand still holding his dick, and dripping onto the grass. "You like that? HUH?!" He had a wild, somewhat evil grin on his face. "Who's fucking small and weak, now?!" His free hand not holding his dick rose into the air and flexed into a mind-shattering bicep peak, his shirt ripping further, all the way up to his collar until "SNAP!" it too ripped off, leaving the entire one side of his shirt to fall into tattered cloth dangling from what was left on the other side. And then came his other arm, finally releasing his dick, still semi-hard and staying aloft on its own, rising into the air and flexing into yet another huge bicep peak, destroying what was left of his sleeves on that side. His entire shirt fell, revealing what none of us could see to this point. A perfect set of 8-pack abs. Clenching and unclenching with his breaths, washboard enough to actually literally wash clothes on. "WHO'S FUCKING SMALL AND WEAK NOW?!" he asked again, and I guess he was looking for a real answer. It wasn't until now that I finally realized he was towering over us, too. He had a good foot of height over me, at least, and I know I was taller than most of my other friends. He was sure as fuck stronger than any one of us, now, too. Probably stronger than all of us put together. He started to walk towards us, his still semi-hard dick bouncing with his steps, and with each step, more small rips could be heard from his shorts as they struggled to hold on. "What? Y'ALL SUDDENLY GOT NOTHING TO SAY?!" "W-w-we are...?" David actually managed to respond, and I saw he was literally shaking. Was I shaking, too? I couldn't even find my own thoughts, much less feel my own body. "IS THAT A FUCKING QUESTION?!" He reached down and picked David up by the front of his shirt and tossed him across the grass a good ten to fifteen feet. David quickly scrambled to his feet and ran, clearly not caring in what direction since his dorm was in another direction. "GET. THE FUCK. OUT. OF HERE!!" he shouted to the rest of us, and I didn't need to be told twice. I was somehow surprised I'd managed to stick around this long. "OHHhh no, where the fuck do you think you're going?!" he half shouted, grabbing me by the front of my shirt and lifting me off the ground like David, his bulging biceps flexing into gigantic relief from his massive arm. I closed my eyes, bracing myself, prepared to be tossed away. "You're fucking retarded, you know that?" he said, still holding me in the air. I opened an eye, only one eye, and saw his scowling face looking up into mine. Was this another question he wanted answered? How could I fucking know? "Such an asshole," he continued, "Can't see what's in front of you. I've been in love with you for ages now, and you're so concerned with keeping appearances you've never let yourself realize you're fucking gay." He reached out with his other hand and grabbed my crotch which was, yes, still hard, and leaking, too, apparently. "So now what do I do with you?" he asked. I honestly had no clue how to answer that question, even if I could muster the strength to.

hello, I start a new story, you incarnate me who meets the celebrities (star, actor film, wrestler etc), he may have violence, your opinion allows me to know if the story pleases you main character me: quantin 30 years you were a fan of muscular man with fetish but too shy to approach, you managed to be hired as a celebrity helper so your role and help celebrities like to bring them to drink and ate my too to help them to get dressed (so you can see them all naked) and to perform all the tasks that he asks. you have just received the power to change the size and musculature to celebrities, but it has a side effect is that celebrities become tyrants mostly on you and become uncontrollable so that their change may change as you did not want and he has not written how long this change lasts. _________________________________________________________________________________________________________ chapter 1: the meeting of the first star this was your first day of work and you're already meeting a star that you love because it was tom welling, you'll meet him after shooting smallville he just finished a fight so he was sweaty and your first spot was to help him removed all those dirty clothes. You follow all the shows where Tom appears, because you love him so that he is the first person you have to help was great and you can even touch him and even as he looks not sniff these clothes, you arrive in a huge room then you come face to face with your idol tom said "hello, what can I do for you, I think you want an autograph" a little red you say "Hello, I'm your new celebrity help, have my request to come help you take off your outfit to bring them to the cleaning my also to help you before bringing them "tom looks at you from top to bottom then says" okay go in between, in the more you fall well my clothes feel too bad since I sweat too much and bother me "and you start to help him undress, you could feel his warmth as a man, tom turns around for you to help him get off her pants and you could see her boxers who molds a nice ass tonic my after you were existed because he asks you to remove his underpants too and you see his beautiful tonic ass naked then he turns around and you were in shock you could not remove your eyes from his beautiful body and you see a moment what wakes you up his penis that was huge then tom said "you can wait for me there I'm going to take a shower" while he was showering you could not wait and you take his underpants and starts sniffing you do the same with the other clothes and you sniff even where he had those muscles you were so ecstatic that you do not notice that you activated your power, you hear a big boom and tom shout what makes you see what happens, tom was sitting on the floor he just fell, because he was not even going back in the shower but in front of you you see huge and very big tom, then tom looks at you with a demonic look because tom see that he can not enter the shower.

Mommy Muscle Growth Episode One - “Power Corrupts” Part 1 ***************************** Authors Note: for all the “geektofreek” fans out there. an attempt at a FMG version. ***************************** My best friend, Brian, called me before the big game. “Getting stoned with everyone... Where you at, bud?” He asked repeatedly. But even I couldn’t tell him what was going on that night. “Yeah, dude. I’ll be leaving in a few minutes.” I lied with a small gulp. Because you see the real truth was, I had already made much bigger plans that night... “Oh god, Mom... it’s 18 inches!” Weeping with utter amazement as I feasted upon, what must have been, one of the worlds biggest female biceps. “Ohh yeah!” Mom, groaned with excitement. With a cute giggle I might add. Pumping up and down this entirely massive bowling ball of womanly strength. Right up against the measuring tape. Right up against my own shrinking two hands. “It feels like I’m still growing too!” She exclaimed. Having curiously consumed over half of Dads muscle growth pills last night. Making us both take pause to watch her peaking arm muscle rumble even bigger with each flex. “18.1... 18.2... 18.3...” Mom, announced out loud. Pumping both her arms over and over and over. Not stopping until they reached 18.5 inces! “Jesus, Mom! Pretty soon you’ll be just as big as, Dad!” I just had to say it. Making a lightbulb go off in her head from the look of things. “Oh god, could you just imagine it...” Mom, said lustfully. Looking down at her already massive mommy physique with a smirk. The idea was crazy, unthinkable. I mean, Dad, really was this big muscle guy. With these colossal 23-inch arms. 30-inch thighs. The biggest door wide backside you could ever conceive on a man. Yet that still didn’t want to seem to stop her. “The growth would have to be tremendous...” As, Mom, giggled a bit. Shamelessly fantasizing. Almost as if I wasn’t even there. “More muscle then ever before achieved by another woman...” She continued. Feeling up her two blimp-sized power breast. The fat diamond cut muscle-nips. Playfully lifting up her shirt up. Making my drop my jaw drop to the floor. As she rubbed her pretty pink painted nails all over these silky smooth monster looking abs. A full fucking 12-pack! With this deep cut v-line. “Not just bigger then all the woman, but MOST of the MEN too!” She still continued. So unbelievably power drunk. “I had no idea you wanted to be SO BIG, Mom!” The whole situation made me gasp for breath. “Well of course...” Mom giggled a bit. “What girl doesn’t want to be Queen!?” She, said with a lustful groan. Eventually reaching down to the bottom of her ready-to-burst gym shorts. Peeling them up chiseled layers of strength like some slow strip tease. Devilishly chuckling as she revealed the most massive mommy muscle thighs on the planet. “A muscle queen?” I weeped under my breath. Making my knees just tremble and shake. *RIIPPP* *RIIIPPPPPPPP* And then that’s when the unthinkable began to happen. “Oh god, Mom... Your clothes...” ****************************** LMK what you guys think of Part 1 by commenting below. Hope you enjoyed.

Hey guys, So I finished a story that's been sitting incomplete on my hard drive for the last couple years. A brief warning: it is dark and a little twisted but as it's meant to have a Halloween theme, it's not unexpected. This story evolved from a series of therapy writings I was doing while in treatment for severe depression and trauma. This story may not be for most so while I will appreciate any feedback, pleas make it constructive. Again, you've been warned this is not a "Happily Ever After" sort of tale... or maybe it could be depending on your point of view. I hope you enjoy and have a Happy Halloween! ***** Chapter 1 Halloween. The one day a year where magic seems much more tangible and attainable. Where anything can happen (and often does) in ways that should be unexplainable and yet are accepted as easily as dream logic. I was never a fan of Halloween, even as a kid. Sure, the free candy was nice, but it ranked just slightly above Valentine’s Day in terms of my enthusiasm because I just didn’t get it. This year, that changed. This year I realized the full scope of Halloween. The ancient power it held and how easy it was to tap into that power. This year, Halloween became my favorite holiday. Let me back things up just a bit for you. Proper introductions are important after all. My name is James and I’m what most people call a “good guy”. At least, that’s what I have heard from seemingly everyone lately. Trouble is though that I don’t seem to be good enough. Okay, maybe I should back things up just a bit more for you. A little over a year ago my first real romantic relationship ended. The guy I had been “seeing” for about 8 months told me that he was officially going to be with someone else. Someone younger than I was. Someone who was more outgoing and fun than I was. Someone that was better built than I was (my ex had as much a muscle fetish as I do, more on that later). Someone that he had been seeing the entire time we had been dating (though he refused to call it dating) and even though he said he still cared for me (downgraded from loved me, which he told me he did less than a month before breaking things off) and wanted to be in my life, he needed to follow his heart. Trouble is, I seriously doubt that his heart had anything to do with the matter, other than supplying enough blood to his dick… Anyway, in the months following the “break up” we had been trying to remain friends. I was trying at least, whereas he seemed to be phoning it in most of the time because, let’s face it, he had someone else to devote his time/life to and no one else really seems to matter in that situation. After a series of setups and disappointments by both of them, their constant playing with my emotions and making me question my sense of reality/history, this culminated in quite a severe mental breakdown: a major case of depression resulting in multiple suicide attempts telling myself I wasn’t good enough to keep living. After being hospitalized and attempting my best at treatment, I wasn’t “getting better” as quickly or in the ways he thought I should. Unfortunately, due to this and his own choices, recently he decided that I was no longer worth his time or trouble and he completely cut ties with me. I’m sure many of you are saying that I should have done that first and a long time ago. That I should have moved on, found someone better, written him off as one of the worst human beings on the planet and been done with it. I had more than one therapist tell me as much, or at least something akin to that fact, as well as many friends/family members tell me that I needed to simply forget about him and move on. If only the heart worked on a system of logic like that. My brain certainly did, and I kept telling myself all the things he had done that were clearly in the “con” column to try and give my own heart enough evidence to stop hurting. Alas, the heart is chaotic and ruled by something far stranger, more complex and far more precious than logic. I loved him. I loved him with all I had and I still do because real, true love is unconditional like that. That was enough in the “pro” column to outweigh anything else I could muster in opposition. Still, that doesn’t mean I wasn’t hurt, betrayed, disappointed, angry, hell furious to the point of nearly feeling homicidal at both of them, but through all of that pain, I still love him. Anyway, slightly off track so let’s get back to the main part of this story. Throughout the last several months I have done my best to try and “get better”. To improve myself and to regain some semblance of normalcy after the trauma and continued hell that I was put through both by myself and the actions of others (not just my ex). Eventually I was able to learn how to put up enough barriers and walls to not feel like a raw nerve all the time and allow myself time to heal a bit, but let’s face it, wounds that pierce that deep never really heal. Eventually, I realized that I wasn’t going to be the person I was before. Too much of me had changed, too much had been irrevocably lost. I could be someone different, maybe even someone better, but I couldn’t ever get back to the place or the person I was either when I was with him or before. So, I did what I could to make myself feel better, to rebuild my life as it were and a large portion of that would next revolve around me rebuilding a “new” body. One of the things I shared with my ex was a desire to become as big and muscular as possible. I’m not talking cute fitness or “beach bodies” but real hulking muscle monsters. Those beasts of brawn at the top of the bodybuilding community where you part crowds like the Red Sea, and where limited range of motion is the goal. To get to the point where there was no doubt that we were serious meat heads and that we had no desire to slow down nor stop growing anytime soon… well ever really. With his encouragement and guidance, I was able to break through the last mental hurdles I had that were stopping me from actively pursuing that goal and started going to the gym. I had been giving myself no end of excuses for years but with him in my life I finally had enough confidence to put them all aside and start on the path of never-ending growth. I paid for a personal trainer, dedicated myself to it and I was fortunate to share the beginning of that journey with him and even though I stumbled with it for a while after our “break up” I have gotten back to it and have continued to grow and develop and improve myself physically which has helped in many ways to improve myself mentally. The only trouble I had though was that I still tie a lot of this muscle growth journey to him. I still recall our workouts together when I’m lifting, the meals we prepped and shared after a long workout, even when I was giving him his weekly injections. All in the pursuit of our mutual growth. I’m still trying to untangle the goals and desires of being massive from including him and have the focus be for me. However, knowing that he left me for someone bigger and better built than I was while initially highly damaging to me, has now provided plenty of motivation for my workouts. I was going to work my ass off to show him what he missed out on. I may not have been good enough before, but I would do whatever it took to outclass the guy he left me for and show them both what real muscle was! At least, that was the plan. Despite the fact that I had done all this work, changed my physique and was in much better shape and condition than I had ever been, I still was considered a “good guy” but not enough for anyone to want to date or be in a relationship with. Sure, I had many who wanted to fuck me, or be fucked by me, a single photo update on my online profile was enough to see that I had improved physically to be more desirable, but the couple of times I had met someone it was just a hormone release to them, or another sexual conquest and then they ghosted me. I was a good enough one-time disposable fuck toy, but not good enough to date. In my mind, it always came back to the voice that I wasn’t “good enough”. I wasn’t big enough, defined enough, handsome enough, so I did my best to focus that negative energy into my workouts. Given my pre-depression mindset of body dysmorphia for wanting to be a juggernaut of muscle and strength, this caused quite the feedback loop of pushing myself like a madman in the gym. Having all that fuel the fire of my workouts has no doubt been a benefit given my progress in the last few months even if it tends to scare off some people at the gym. Several friends I have lifted with commented that when they see the determination and focus on my face during a set, to them it came across as intimidating, aggressive and what one friend lovingly refers to as RBF (Resting Bitch Face). “Hey James, how have you been?” I jump and turn around to see Scott one machine down from me. “Oh, hey Scott, didn’t see you there. I’m good man, how’re you?” Normally I would say that even if I had seen him so as not to come across as a creeper, but I really hadn’t noticed him because when I lift, I am 100% focused on my form and my own body. All my concentration is in my muscles to ensure maximum engagement and results. I don’t scan the gym for whatever eye candy is there and ogle the guys showing off like so many do, despite Scott being seriously delicious eye candy. Plus, today he was in very different gym attire than what I was used to seeing him in (head to toe oversized sweats instead of a tight muscle tee and even tighter shorts that he normally wore) including a cap that obstructed his face so I honestly didn’t recognize it was him. “Not surprised. You’ve got better focus than almost anybody I’ve seen. I bet a riot could erupt and you wouldn’t know until you were done with your set!” “Probably. Came close to that the other day apparently. There was some issue with another member that had to be asked to leave and I had to ask what happened after all was said and done because I was doing a drop set and missed the whole thing! Besides, you look like you’re trying to avoid the paparazzi dressed like that! What’s new with you? Still prepping for that show in February?” Scott had planned and started doing prep three months ago for a show that took place last week but had to back out last minute due to other obligations. Scott had one of the best physiques I’ve ever seen in person coupled with a model level gorgeous face and a really nice, genuine personality. He was honestly as close to my ideal guy as possible which of course meant he was unavailable. Despite that letdown, he has taught me quite a bit about different exercises, plus helped me a bit with how to pose (which is nowhere near as easy as spectators believe). “Oh yeah, that was a bit of a mess I heard. Steph had to threaten to call the cops before he finally left.” “Yep. Which given the fact that I’m sure she could have kicked this guy’s ass by herself was merely a courtesy to him.” Steph was one of the employees at the gym. She is about 5’6 or so but better built and more conditioned than half of the guys who work out here. Couple that with a “take no shit” type of personality and she’s a force to be reckoned with! She will speak her mind even if it’s not in a professional way and is one of the funniest and friendliest people I know. She is not someone I would like to mess with though, even if I have a good 6” in height and 100 or so pounds on her. She’s small but she’s scrappy. “No doubt! I would not want to get on her bad side for sure! And no, not looking to avoid the paparazzi, I’m not that popular. Yeah in the midst of prep for it, hence the sweats. Time to up the cardio and it’s better to do cardio in sweats or heavy clothing as it traps the heat meaning you burn more calories. So how have you been? Haven’t seen you for a while.” Scott and I tended to lift at about the same time every day depending on our work schedules and had developed a rapport. Because I found him so easy to talk to, he inadvertently was one of those people that I had dumped my problems onto without consciously realizing it. The biggest of which happened to be my love life, or lack thereof, and all the things that had happened with Lee (my ex). He was one of the few people who helped keep me accountable and consistently going to the gym to help work through my issues and use the weights to better myself. Even though he was straight (which I found out after asking him out on an impulse, however he was extremely gracious and tactful in his response to my invitation) he was truly a nice guy and always had a nice word for me to help bolster my spirits. “Um, good, I guess. Been a rough few days at work but hanging in there as best I can. Have another ‘anniversary’ coming up which will be a challenge but somehow, I will make it through. And believe me, you’re more popular than you realize! I’ll admit to having the urge to be a paparazzi and sneak a few shots of you from time to time! I haven’t, but the urge is there. You’ve got a killer physique; one you’ve worked really hard developing and one that should be photographed and shown off.” One thing I’ve learned about most “straight” guys who are bodybuilders, if you stroke their ego enough, they tend to overlook the sexual inuendo and subtle flirting. “Ha!” he laughed and looked humble (yet another thing I found so attractive about him) “Maybe at a show, not any other time. But sorry to hear that you’re having a rough time. Well Halloween is coming up so that should help you right? Isn’t Tric doing some big Halloween party? You should get dressed up, go out, get drunk, have some fun. Take your mind off things for a night.” “You would think so right? I do actually have tentative plans with some friends to go to a party, but the anniversary is Halloween. Spent it with my ex last year post break-up to try and see how well we mesh as friends and he was the happiest I have ever seen him. The later it got, the drunker he got and more he went on about how great the other guy was and how happy he was in the relationship. Hard to sit through. Still, all I can do is take things one step at a time which right now means getting back to my workout and not letting a super stud like you distract me from my gains!” I laughed and took a quick sip from my shaker while I waited for his reply. He raised his hands in surrender with a grin forming on his face. “I wouldn’t dream of doing that! I need to get my ass on the stair climber anyway. Have a good workout man and I’ll catch you later!” He shook my hand before turning to leave. “Good luck climbing the Empire State Building!” I called after him grinning. He turned to smile back and then we both returned to our respective workouts. I finished up my chest workout a short while later having fully exhausted myself and burned through all my frustrations caused by my job that day. I managed to catch Scott's eye and wave as I walked out of the gym saying goodbye to the person at the desk. Once outside I patted down and searched in my pockets to find my keys. Realizing they weren’t there and most likely landed in my gym bag, I stopped at the back of my car setting the bag on the trunk to fish them out. Without warning, I was starting to sob digging around my bag. Despite every effort to the contrary, the memories of last Halloween were filling my mind and I was recalling the look of pure exultant joy on the face of the man that I saw my future with knowing he had already chosen another… “Excuse me?” I hear a voice from slightly behind me and turning around I was face to face with a middle-aged woman. Wiping my face quickly I did my best to put on a smile and “brave face”. “Yes?” I asked trying my best to look respectable and courteous despite wanting to run away to be alone. “I’m so sorry to bother you but I was wondering if you might be willing to help me with something. I brought this old chest to sell at the antique store here and I’m having some trouble getting it out of my car. Would you be so kind as to help me?” “Of course. Let me just put my bag in my car quick and I’ll be right there.” I smiled again and using the remote on my keys to unlock the doors, which I had finally located and extricated from the jungle of my gym bag, tossed the bag in the back seat and followed to her vehicle. “Thank you so much for this. I was counting on someone in the store being able to help me, but no one seems to be around and I’m in a bit of a hurry.” She did look slightly frazzled saying this and checked her watch to see the time. “It’s no trouble. I’m happy to help out.” She had a sizeable chest, at least a good 3 feet long and 2 feet wide secured with bungie cords into the trunk of her car. It had very intricate carvings all along it and despite looking extremely old, it was in almost immaculate condition. “This is beautiful.” I commented as I began undoing the bungie cords. “It’s a hope chest, right? My mom has one. Not nearly as detailed as this but about the same size.” “Yes. It belonged to my great aunt who recently passed away. I’m in charge of her estate and when some things didn’t sell at the auction and no one claimed them as inheritance, my only choice left was to sell them. For some reason this one didn’t sell at the auction even though the auctioneer was sure it would be one of the highest ticket items due to its condition. A friend suggested I bring it here.” Having been dragged to several auctions as a kid (and hating every minute of it) this was odd to me. Usually people will buy the strangest things when they can do so for pennies on the dollar of what they are actually worth. And this piece seemed highly valuable, so it was a shock to me that someone hadn’t snatched it up. I managed to pull the chest out easily enough given it was empty and she closed the trunk. “Actually, my friend suggested I try for that Antique Roadshow first and that maybe it would be end up being worth hundreds of thousands of dollars, but I don’t want to spend that much time and effort on it. I just need to get rid of it as I live out of state and can’t miss too much more work.” “I’m sorry to hear that. Loosing someone is never easy.” I puffed out as I walked trying my best to hold onto this thing. It was an awkward shape and size with no handles and I guess, without realizing it, I was trying to show off for this complete stranger by not having her help me carry it. Hearing about this woman’s family member dying shifted my mind immediately back to Lee as I walked toward the antique store next door to my gym. It was so strange that I only now realized it was exactly like a death that I was mourning but he was still alive. He was forever out of my life as though he died but he is still living and happy just not with me which somehow made it that much worse. “Thank you. To be honest, I never knew her that well so I’m not sure why she entrusted me to do all this, but here I am.” She shrugged at this and walked a bit ahead of me to hold open the door to the antique store. “You can just leave that here they said. Someone will take it to the back when we’re done filling out the paperwork after the appraisal. Thank you so much again for your help.” “You’re very welcome. I hope you have a good rest of your day and sorry again for your loss.” I smiled and turned to leave when something about the chest recaptured my attention. The woman was already moving deeper into the store to find the clerk or whomever to do the appraisal, but I was drawn back to this chest. It really was beautifully decorated and well maintained on the outside. Wonder what the inside looks like I thought and found myself kneeling to open it. It opened smoothly and was almost completely empty except for a single piece of paper. Reaching in to check it wasn’t something the woman might need that would accidently get lost with the chest, I found myself stunned at what I was looking at. The page looked and felt ancient. That really old thick paper or parchment that you see in movies or TV shows that is from the 1700’s or something. It didn’t feel delicate or fragile despite its apparent age. It was obviously torn from a book given the single jagged edge, but the rest of whatever book it came from was nowhere to be found. What was even more intriguing about this old page however was what was written on it: This page is conjured for a person whose life is woefully out of balance. Someone has caused you great pain for their own gain and this must be brought back to balance. Use the power of All Hallows Eve to call upon the forces needed to restore balance. If you truly believe, the instructions will appear. If not, this page will soon vanish and travel to the next person most in need of its services. I looked up with the overwhelming desire to laugh. This had to be a joke, right? Was there a camera somewhere, or was this planned just for me? It was too… specific. Well no more or less specific than most psychic readings in my opinion. Despite my skepticism, I always thought there was something out there beyond the tangible. Never really anything as mainstream as magic as that felt too easy, but I’ve had too many unexplainable things happen that I can’t help but believe there is some kind of force working in our lives that we haven’t identified… or maybe just forgot about/lost faith in? I looked around the store quickly to see if the woman had returned or was nearby to ask about this strange page and when I couldn’t locate her, assumed she went into a manager's office or back room and returned my gaze to the paper. There, below the first few lines, a new sentence appeared: No this is not a joke. That wasn’t there before. I know it wasn’t. Must have been some reaction to the sunlight after being planted in the dark chest. I remember reading about inks and dyes that act like “invisible” ink but require light or heat to be made visible again. Definitely a neat trick or novelty item, especially given that Halloween was so close. The only thing that could have made this even creepier would be… James I watched as my name was written onto the parchment. Not slowly appeared as though the ink were drying, but actually written out, letter by letter by some unseen hand. I dropped the paper in shock. Okay… either this is the best prank setup in history… Or it’s real. Like really real. Holy… or maybe unholy? There was no denying now that I believed this was some sort of magic but the question now thundering in my head was: what would be the cost of using it? I heard the sing song, high pitched voice of Rumpelstiltskin from Once Upon A Time in my head: “Magic always comes with a price dearie”. What exactly would happen? Restore my life to balance? That could mean any number of things. Without even really registering it, I had picked up the paper from the floor, folded it gently before putting it in my pocket then I was walking towards the back of the store to find the woman. She was talking to a man in what looked like a back-office area. “How much would you like for the chest?” I asked before really thinking through what I was asking. Why do I suddenly want to buy this woman’s hope chest? I didn’t have a use for it, didn’t really have a place for it in my apartment... but something inside told me I had to have it. “Oh!” She was shocked by this and said she’d be happy with $200. I told her I would be right back as there was an ATM at the end of the strip mall. The salesperson looked annoyed and I heard him say he could beat the price, offering to pay several hundred dollars more, but apparently the fact that no one from the store had helped her move the chest countered the lost income. Not to mention would save her time not having to fill out paperwork and wait for this guy before she could leave. I returned about 5 minutes later with the cash in hand and hauled off the chest I just brought inside back out to my car. Bringing over the bungie cords she had used and giving them to me as a ‘bonus with purchase”, she shook my hand and thanked me. I moved around to the driver’s door pulling out the folded page from my pocket as I went and got in the car. I had originally planned to go home and have my post workout meal but as I sat in the car looking at the unfolded page with the instructions for what to do magically appearing, I knew those plans had changed. Now, I have a couple stops to make.

The bass thumped in Jeremy’s head, and he grimaced. He was going to have fun tonight and wouldn’t let a headache get in his way. Work was demanding, and he definitely didn’t get enough sleep, but Austin invited him out and was, well, fun and sexy as hell. It seemed like a good choice for tonight. The lights were hazy and full of dark shades, and made the dancefloor look like one large clump of bumping silhouettes. There were bodies of different heights and sizes, some with style and others like robotic copies of each other. Jeremy’s eyes were drawn to the thick ones, the ones that looked full and powerful. The men danced and their pecs bounced with muscular weight. Two were making out and rubbing their cobbled abs against each other. Jeremy felt his dick harden in his pants as he watched for a few seconds more. Then he turned and leaned against the bar. He shifted his bulge around and straightened out his shirt. Jeremy didn’t look like those guys, but confidence was key. He lifted his eyes and looked around the bar. He toned up a bit since college and his chest modestly stretched his tee. He looked good. He had to tell himself that, otherwise… “’Scuse me, stretch,” he heard a voice yell over the music. A hand tapped his shoulder. Jeremy furrowed his brows in amusement and turned back, “Stretch?” Then, his eyes fell on a scruffy brown haired face with eyes that were both friendly and mischievous. “You know, ‘tall guy.’ Long guy. I make fun of your height, then you make fun of mine,” he smiled. Jeremy couldn’t help but copy him. He grinned and said, “I’m not that tall, you’re just short.” The guy chuckled, “Is that your best work?” His smile was contagious on his handsome face. Sure he was slim, but he stood proudly. “Isaac.” The guy raised his hand to shake, the sleeves of his button down rolled up past his wrists. Jeremy offered his hand in return. “Jeremy.” At that moment, Austin came pushing through the crowd with two drinks in his hands. He had a hard time getting his round shoulders past people without going sideways. He made eye contact with Jeremy and flashed a grin. “A vodka coke for the queen,” he said as he shoved the drink into Jeremy’s free hand, “And who is this?” “This is Isaac. Isaac, Austin,” Jeremy said and released Isaac’s hand. Austin sipped from his straw, “Know each other?” “Just waiting for the bar,” Isaac smiled for a moment, “Nice to meet you both.” “C’mon.” Austin grabbed Jeremy’s hand and pulled him away. The two of them made their way through the crowd. Once they reached a spot Austin seemed to approve of, somewhere smack in the middle of the mob, he turned back around and planted his lips on Jeremy’s. Jeremy felt Austin’s bulbous pecs collide with his own. He returned the kiss and began to wrap an arm around Austin’s wide back. Then Jeremy felt him pull away. “Drink up honey,” he said. He winked and took a chug of his own. Jeremy followed suit and took a couple sips. The carbonation woke him up, but it tasted funky – like cheap vodka and plastic. “I forgot how bad the drinks were here,” Jeremy yelled. Austin leaned in to whisper in his ear, “They’re perfect.” The music shifted. Something with a deeper bass and a frazzled synth. Jeremy felt his body melt into Austin’s and the two danced in sync. Jeremy could feel the tingling excitement in his pants spread throughout his body, sending sparks to all his nerves. Their lips locked together once more, and the heat radiated between them. Jeremy could feel it, in every bone and every muscle. The fabric against his skin took his breath away. “What did you give me?” Jeremy was so close to Austin, and only had the faintest sense of concern. “Ride it, sexy. Ride it. You’re welcome.” “Austin…” The music pumped vibrations that surged through Jeremy. His tingling skin was tight, everywhere. With each pulse the warm blood in his veins filled his muscle fibers. In moments, every limb of his body was swelling larger. His jeans tightened around his thighs and bubbling butt. The hem of his tee came up as his chest and back grew in different directions. His arms and shoulders filled his sleeves and stretched the fabric apart. Austin growled, his hand on Jeremy’s back feeling the rising muscle. “Oh my fucking god,” Jeremy gasped. “I told you. You’re welcome.” “What the fuck?” The power rising in Jeremy’s body turned shades of red. He suddenly got his hands in between himself and Austin and pushed him away. He felt his shirt strain at every movement. It felt good. “Calm down baby. We’re not the only ones,” Austin inched closer to Jeremy as Jeremy scanned the room around him. Everywhere there were men sticking their heads up to the ceiling, like they were orgasming gallons of cum. All of them were pumped with muscle. Jeremy’s eyes lowered to his pecs. He was pumped with muscle too. “Yeah, baby. Look at you.” Austin reached his arms back around Jeremy. “This is fucked.” Jeremy turned and left Austin standing there with the strobe lights and music blaring. End of Part 1

The phone rang again— a telemarketer. Max slammed the phone down and let out a grunt of frustration. He didn’t have the time for this and he knew it. He was a goddamn corporate manager, not some secretary with enough energy to spare to answer spam phone calls. Weren’t they supposed to filter those out anyway? Max let out a deep breath through his nose as he looked over at the framed picture on his desk. There he was, in his cap and gown, graduation from university. He still had a bright smile then, so full of hope, still optimistic. His smooth brown hair was all tousled from wearing that dumb graduation cap, yet it still looked like it was meant that way, like it was going with the flow. His entire personality fit it well. Back in his college days, Max was known to be a chill guy. He did whatever he liked and usually got it when he asked, his striking eyes and toned body were impossible to ignore. But times have changed. Things are different. What was once a six pack was now a beer belly. Beautifully styled hair was neglected in a greasy mess. He had money, sure, but he wanted his vitality back. He wanted to be powerful. The job wasn’t too bad. He had power, sure, but it wasn’t the same. Power to tell people what to do had its limits. It had its laws. But human strength, that was something he craved. Nobody could control his own body. Max stood up and stretched, pulling his arms over his head and twisting his back. “Nobody could control his body” was right. He could decide when to move or what to do; so he took a walk around the office with a stack of papers in his hands. They weren’t actual important papers, mind you, but they allowed him to move without question. Nobody asked what you were doing when you had a stack of papers in your hands. Max opened the office door and picked up his random stack on the desk parallel to his glass office wall. “Hey, Max!” Phoebe interrupted from a cubicle nearby. Although neither of them could see each other, she knew the sound of his door opening and she took her chance at his attention. “Can I get some help with this invoice? There’s some inconsistencies and—“ Max interrupted. “Sorry Phoebe I’m busy right now. Ask someone around you.” He abruptly turned to the right and strolled along the gray corridors, glancing at the posters framed on the bland walls. “Big Action Protein Powder!” “Mega Large Testosterone Booster for Men!!” ”Giant XXX Hormone Set Extreme!!!” over and over masculinity was shoved in his face. Overseeing a “men’s fitness” company was cool at first, but he was no longer 21. He was what the gay men called “daddy,” which both stung and aroused him. Unfortunately, he had been so busy with work that no men had been calling him at all for months. “Maxie! Come over here, will ya?” a voice called, this one not immediately recognizable. It was a male voice, but lower pitched than he was used to. Maybe it was a new intern. Hopefully not, however, because someone new shouldn’t be calling him nicknames already. But before Max could object, he continued. “It’s the research department! They’re having major issues.” the research department. That explained it. He nearly never had business there since it wasn’t in his jurisdiction really. He only worked on the sales floor. Nevertheless, his walk would have to wait, so he set the stack of assorted papers down on the floor and went into the elevator where the voice came from. Luckily, it wasn’t far away and the papers were out of foot traffic, so he’d be okay leaving them behind. When Max emerged from the office hideaway and through the metallic elevator doors, he nearly knocked over a poor scrawny man half his height. He must have been a little under five feet tall, and he probably weighed as much as Max’s beefy arms. His face, however, was still round and childish, defying the thinness of the rest of his body. When Max looked down, all he could really see was his cheeks and his wiry gray hair that fell past his forehead. He must have been one of those young people who were into looking like grandparents. Gray was not his color. “I’m sorry about that,” Max apologized. “What’s the problem?” the man didn’t look up but took a step back to give him more room. Then, still not responding, he leaned across the floor and pressed the bottom button on the elevator, sending it down. “You see,” he began. “Marcy had some troubles with a new supplement because the male subjects got ill at the same time and the women refuse to test it.” Max nodded along, but secretly, he had no idea who Marcy was. “Furthermore, I’ll allergic to one of the components. It’s supposed to help your...” he paused, glancing up only briefly. “Your male parts.” Max had to hold in a laugh. They worked at a male enhancing company and this man refused to say penis. “I understand sir. What do you need me for then?” ”Well,” he said. “We just need a quick trial test and then it’ll be over...” ”Fuck no. I’m not insured for this stuff! I’m not going to be stupid and agree to take whatever it is!” the man tried to stutter his way to goading him, but Max refused. When the elevator doors opened, he closed them and pressed the button to go back to sales. What he didn’t do, however, is look down at the man slipping a small piece of tape onto his black work pants. The man scuttled away into research and Max went back upstairs, picking up his papers, and finishing his walk with relative ease. He set the stack back on his desk and walked inside his office, turning the blinds so he can get some privacy, and opening up his computer. Emails. Spam. Bills. It was all the same. He looked at the clock. 5:13. Almost 45 minutes until he could leave. He shifted in his cushy black office chair and rearranged his legs. “Fuck I need to get that AC fixed,” Max complained. It was getting hotter. He shifted again in his seat and tried to get comfortable. For some reason, his balls kept on getting in the way. No matter which way he moved, they blocked him from comfort. After minutes of trying, he stood up, rearranged himself, and tried to sit back down. His chair was a gift from his ex boyfriend. It was about four feet tall, rolled well, and was always comfortable when he laid his arms on the armrests. The same armrests which refused to let his ass slip through all of a sudden. Max grunted and tried to squeeze in, but the harder he pushed, the tighter it got. He was just in it a second ago! How could it be? He started to sweat, small pools forming at his armpits, spreading along the white button up shirt like someone left a hose on. He took off his navy suit jacket and set it on his wooden desk while he tried to cool down, but it was still too hot. Taking off his black tie didn’t help either. Neither did unbuttoning his top button. Max kept shoving himself into that seat over and over again until he heard a loud rip. Slowly, he stood back up and grazed his hand across the back, anticipating the worst. To his dismay, there it was, a giant rip in the back of his pants, exposing the bright blue Lycra underwear he had on. “It’s okay,” he repeated to himself. Over and over he whispered this as he reached for his suit jacket to tie around his waist. But as he grabbed it, he heard another rip coming from his shoulder. Then when he stood up, his shirt untucked itself from underneath his pants and his belt. Max looked around helplessly, trying to figure out what was going on. Research department. It had to be. His body started warming up even more, but he couldn’t leave before he fixed his wardrobe. There was no way he’d let himself be seen with a ripped shirt AND ripped pants. A jacket couldn’t cover it all. So, with no other options, he looked around for a blanket or sheet he could use. Rummaging around a tiny office didn’t help much because he knew where everything was. There was no blanket. No sheet. Just stupid papers and knickknacks he stashed away. If he had the time, he would have looked at them a bit longer, but he was in a hurry. It was getting hotter. Max stripped off his shoes and socks and threw them against the wall with a loud bang as he resumed scrambling for anything to hide himself until he stopped growing. “Max? You okay dear? We heard a thumpy sound.” fuck. He couldn’t let anyone see him like this. “Y-Yeah! Dropped my stapler. Thank you for checking. I’m alright!” he heard footsteps dissipate into nothingness, and he let out a sigh of relief. He had more time. Or so he thought. Suddenly, without any warning, one thought , and one thought only, entered his mind— sex. It was orgasmic. His pants became tighter and tighter as he felt his bulge start to balloon, his cock pushing against the fabric as it got harder and harder. Then, with a burst of size, another rip, this time from the front. He let his gargantuan cock hang loose in his Lycra briefs, the sensation of cool finally taking over the exasperating heat. His bulge had to be the size of a basketball now, way too big for anything natural. He was a freak, but God, his dick commanded him to love every second of it. It was like the feeling of masterbation multiplying over every inch as his cock grew larger and larger. He stumbled backwards in joy, but his giant ass cushioned his fall. He had no clue how his briefs stayed on for so long. He had a basketball in front and beach balls in the back. But that wasn’t the only thing growing. His legs started to press against each other, growing so wide that they had nowhere else to grow. Of course, this turn of events led pants to be obsolete. His legs were past XXXL now, bigger than he’s ever seen on a bodybuilder. With awe, he rubbed his hands against them and felt the sheer hardness of his body. It was unbelievable. If he wasn’t so fucking horny he would have been upset at his size. But as he grew larger, so did his appetite for more. His chest puffed outwards, slowly at first, but gaining in speed as time passed. It was hardly noticeable at first over the feelings of his lower body, but as his second most top button flew across the room and his the glass, he couldn’t help but see. Max took his big hands and squeezed his pecs, ogling how they looked like the men he advertised on poster. But they didn’t stop there. Eventually they became like the WOMEN he saw on advertisements. And then even more as his chest popped another button down the line. And suddenly, another. Then one more. Another. Another again. Over and over until his pecs covered his vision. Max let out a mighty roar as he flexed his biceps, tearing out of the cotton shirt like it was paper. His arms bulged and swelled with power as they peaked above his head and kept rising towards the ceiling at an alarming rate. They grew in every direction, his arms expanding both up and down with muscle until he could hardly move them anymore. More and more he gained, until the floor started to bend. Someone outside of his office screamed “earthquake!” And everyone yelled and ran. But not Max. Max stayed put. That is, until the floor caved in and he crashed down, his giant ass once again cushioning his fall. His briefs were long gone now. Max was a being of pure mass, tons of concentrated muscle in one spot. The building couldn’t handle it. As he inches bigger and bigger, he fell down another floor. Then another. His cock couldn’t handle the sensations. He kept it growing. What was once a rather pitiful 4 inches became 4 feet. Then 8. 10. 20. 50. 100. 1000. It stretched across the building and onto the one next to it. Fuck he would have felt awful. Max would have been traumatized. But he couldn’t. All he felt was lust as he outgrew his very office building. Over ten stories high, international news reports told of the Monster of California, wreaking havoc over the west coast. Which, luckily for Max, he outgrew in a few minutes. His cock stretched across the Midwest. His balls sunk into the Pacific Ocean. His biceps scraped the ozone layer. And God, was Max happy. “More!” Was all he could chant. And that’s what he got. Never ending, never slowing. Each time he demanded it, he got it. But hey, it wasn’t his fault. He wasn’t insured for this type of thing

Here we go. It's been a while since I've written anything. Ive been so busy in the world of finance as well as trying to enlarge and perfect my own body. Now, for two weeks I'm on vacation in Florance, Italy staying in an incredible villa that has a pool, a vineyard right next door, an amazing view... and several hot guys!!! Lying here, I've let my mind start to wander, and came up with this story. Hope you all like it. I've really missed you all!! Comments are always welcome. The Vessel Chapter One: The Water Christophe looked into the pool with wild eyes taking in its sheer size and beauty. How could no one have discovered this before, he thought. It’s huge!! It’s more of a lake then a pool…. The closer he got to the water, the clearer he could hear it calling to him. Was he ready? Was he truly going to take the plunge not at all sure what the results would be? This journey of body and souls had begun 15 years prior. Christophe had always been an attractive man… a confident man… a man who always got who he wanted and what he wanted… a man who took care of his body, his wardrobe, and his mind. In a move of sheer genius, he decided to leave his banking job behind and focus on teaching others to be more like him… the man at the top of the food chain… The Alpha. It started out as some badly edited YouTube videos that only a few people watched, but Christophe persevered, knowing that men needed what he had to offer. After about a year, his videos began getting more and more hits, and as he continued making these, he began offering personal one-on-one consultations and classes. This was where the business took off. By the third year, Christophe was bringing in 2 million a year and knew that if he wanted to grow his empire, he would need to bring on a business partner. A surprise encounter at the mall brought him face to face with Neil Hamilton, a friend and frat brother from University. Neil was everything Christophe was not: he was quite, book smart, overweight, balding, and not at all physically active. What he did have going for him was an amazing sense of humor, a keen business sense, and an amazing imagination. Together they brought Christophe’s business to the next level, and then higher. Soon there were books, speaking tours, TED Talks, clothing lines, magazines. If you could imagine it… Neil would make it come true. By no means an Alpha in the physical sense, he was definitely one in the mental capacity. Now they were both forty-five and living the dream of mansions, yachts, sports cars, and vacations anywhere in the world. Everything was within their grasps that money could buy… almost. As he had grown older, Neil’s had become obsessed with the ‘Fountain of Youth.’ What had once been simply a laughable hobby, over the years became a worrying obsession. When not working on a deal or promotion for Christophe,, Neil had been conducting research in ancient texts, consulting brown and crumbling maps, and flying to distant lands to follow leads. Two weeks prior, Christophe was far from amused when Neil burst into his personal gym with a small package. ⁃ This just arrived!! I Wanted to share it with you. The older man was winded by his race through Christophe’s house, and beads of sweat were dripping down his forehead and onto his face. Although Christophe might not have been in the incredible shape he had once been in, he was far healthier than his overweight friend. Neil stood in front of Christophe who was sitting on a bench,, smiled, and carefully shook the box at him. ⁃ I can’t believe it!! I honestly can’t believe it!! Neil began to tear into the box. ⁃ What is it? ⁃ Exactly what I’ve been searching for!! The box revealed a wooden exterior. With careful hands, Neil slid the lid off and removed the contents: a vial of clear liquid no bigger than a test tube. Neil held it up to the light and looked at it. ⁃ After all this time... ⁃ That isn’t... ⁃ It is! Water from THE fountain of youth!! ⁃ How much did this cost you? 500,000. ⁃ You’re insane. ⁃ I thought so too... but I’ve seen the proof... recordings, etc. ⁃ Fakes! ⁃ No! I watched a man de-age right in front of me on Skype. He lost nearly 30 years in ten minutes. ⁃ Where did it come from? ⁃ The secret has been in this South American mans family forever. You should see him... so fucking hot, and he’s nearly 170!! He looks 30! He’s never allowed it out of his family until now. He’s the last survivor and eventually wants to cover the pool up and retire wealthy. ⁃ What happened to the rest of the family? Why aren’t they living forever? ⁃ I asked that very question... and he tried to explain how after living for hundreds of years... everyone eventually wants a rest. ⁃ So he’s selling this at 500,000 a pop? How much has he sold? ⁃ Only to seven people so far. ⁃ Have you talked with them? ⁃ All purchases are anonymous. ⁃ Of course. ⁃ Come on, Chris!! I brought this from home to share this moment with you. I want you to witness it. Neil took out two latex gloves and slipped them on his hands. ⁃ You can never let the water touch your skin. ⁃ But it’s okay for your insides With a smile Neil unscrewed the cap of the test tube and smelt it. ⁃ I’m hard just thinking about this!! ⁃ If this does work... and that’s a big if... how are you going to explain to the world how you suddenly got younger? ⁃ I’m not. If this works... I’m gone. I have to disappear... just like everyone else. ⁃ What? ⁃ We’ve made enough money to last us four lifetimes. It’s time for me to enjoy it... and I know the business is in capable hands. Neil took a breath and then smiled. ⁃ Wish me luck. ⁃ Wait!! How much do you drink? ⁃ It’s been measured to take twenty years off of me. I’m going to be 25 again. ⁃ And if it doesn’t work? ⁃ A foolish dream of an old man. Before Christophe could stop him, and without thinking twice, Neil downed the entire contents of the test tube. Gently he placed it on the desk, never losing eye contact with Christophe. ⁃ Well? ⁃ Tasted like water... very expensive water. Both men began to laugh, when a sudden look of shock covered Neil’s face. Reaching both hands up to his neck, he proceeded to sputter and cough and fall to the floor. Christophe jumped up from the bench and ran to Nei who wasl lying on the floor and smiling. ⁃ You do care! ⁃ You’re a fucking asshole! ⁃ You should have seen your face! ⁃ I was only concerned with what to do with your body! ⁃ Wouldn’t want anyone to think you mmm... murr... you... something’s... happening... ⁃ What? ⁃ It feels... so good... an orgasm... that keeps... building... and building...FUCK!!!! Christophe watched his friend writhe on the floor in ecstasy. In awe he could see Neil’s bald pate suddenly begin to blossom with dark stubble. Within seconds his hair was gaining length, beautifully covering the top of Neil’s head. Christophe found himself getting aroused watching and listening to his friend in absolute ecstasy, and at the same time seeing the hands of time being reversed. Everywhere on his body his skin was becoming taught and youthful. Even the fat all over Neil’s body was being burned away leaving a skinnier and healthier version of its predecessor in its wake. The hair on top of his head had continued to grow, and was soon joined by the hair on his face. Absolutely swimming in the clothes he was wearing, Christophe couldn’t believe the sight of the thirty... and then twenty-five year old form of his friend. Still he continued to get younger, until suddenly Neil’s entire body went stiff... a load moan escaped from his body... and he collapsed entirely onto the floor, breathing quickly but with a smile on his face. A few moments later the twenty year old version of Neil opened his eyes. ⁃ Fuck!!!!! That was the most intense.... Fuck!!!!! Neil laughed heartily on the floor. With a sudden leap, he was on his feet, his clothes pooling around him. ⁃ Mirror. I need a mirror. Quickly Neil moved to the side of the room that held a full-length mirror, and came face to face with himself. ⁃ It really worked!!! I can’t believe it!! Look at me!! Using hands that felt new and alien to him, Neil tore his clothes from his body until he stood naked before the mirror and before Christophe. Where once a severely overweight man had stood, a swimsuit model had taken his place. With just a dusting of dark hair trailing over his abs and down to his cock, the rest of his chest was smooth and tight. Trying to take it all in, Neil ran his hand over the new mound of his pecs and massaging his nipples. With the other arm he flexed, and watched his bicep and tricep swell. ⁃ I feel so strong!! I’ve never felt like this in my lifel! Raising is other arm to a 90 degree angle, he proceeded to flex this one as well, both arms swelling with power. ⁃ I look a thousand times better now than I ever did in my twenties! It’s like it perfected me! Neil simply couldn’t get enough of his new body. Exploring it from every angle, Christophe had to agree that he was indeed an ideal specimen. ⁃ Look at my cock!! So much longer and thicker than before... and foreskin!! I never had foreskin!!! Neil’s hand grasped onto his soft cock and began to massage it. As if on command, the organ began to lengthen and thicken. Christophe looked on in awe as it grew to an impressive 9” with a fat head even thicker than the mighty shaft it sat upon. He had only been hard for a few seconds when a river of pre began to flow, dripping onto the floor. ⁃ So fucking horny!! Haven’t been this horny since I was a teenager... even then... I was never this horny!! As he continued to stroke himself, Neil looked over at Christophe with a huge grin. ⁃ Suck it. You know you want to. In their business relationship, Christophe has always been the alpha, but now with this youthful stud standing before him, he couldn’t help falling to his knees, and proceeded to lick the sweet lubricant leaking from the swollen head. Shocked, Christophe felt Neil’s hand pushing his head from behind. No sooner had he brought Neil’s cock into his mouth, the new-born man began to face fuck him. Christophe stares intently at the pool remembering the rest of that night. Neil had proceeded to cum a massive load into Christophe’s waiting mouth. No sooner had Neil ejaculated, he was hard again. In a frenzy, he tore the clothes from Christophe’s body and proceeded to plunge his huge cock into Christophe’s ass. When it came to fucking men, Christophe had always been the dominant one. Now he couldn’t help but let Neil take complete control. That night, Neil fucked him over and over again until the older man begged him to stop. Unsatisfied, but yielding to his friend, Neil jerked himself off, another massive load splashing onto his pecs, face, and even above his head. The two lay in silence until finally Neil spoke. ⁃ I need to leave soon. No one can see me. ⁃ Where will you go? ⁃ Who knows! I’ll have to get a new passport... a new identity... but I have plenty of money to buy what I’ll need. Neil sat up and looked at his best friend. ⁃ Join me. Email The Keeper and get your own vial. Let’s live the life we always should have. That night, wearing clothes still to baggy on him, Neil disappeared into the night. He had made several phone calls, set up several meetings to get new paperwork, and had moved nearly all of his money into a new account he had opened a week prior under a new name: Gerald Grey... a distant relative that in a surprise change of his will... everything was left to. Kissing Christophe goodbye, Neil... now Gerald... handed over all he would need, which included signed documents handing over 95% of their holdings to him as well as the contact information for The Keeper of the water. ⁃ Don’t waste time. Join me. Still in awe of what had occurred that night, Christophe walked around his house trying to take it all in. If this could be bottled… if this could be created in mass… he would be even richer than he was now! He could make billions!!!! Arriving in the gym, Christophe saw the vial lying on the floor. Picking it up, Christophe saw one small drop at the bottom. He tipped it slowly over so the water flowed to his waiting palm. As soon as it hit him, colours flashed before his eyes, his cock went hard, and he was ejaculating all over the floor. Falling to his knees, Christophe cried out as more and more cum flowed from his penis. In minutes, it was over. That night he slept fitfully, dreams of the water… him… muscle… youth… power… He awoke with a voice in his head calling to him. He had wasted no time contacting The Keeper, and after three weeks of waiting, had finally received a response. The Keeper wanted the same 500,000 in exchange for a vial of the water that would give Christophe his youth back. In his reply, Christophe had a counter offer: £5 million, but he gets the vial as well as seeing the pool for himself. A strict refusal came minutes later, but a second counter offer was made... then a third... and finally a fourth that was accepted: 12 million in exchange for a vial and a glance at the pool. Met in Montevideo by a pilot working for The Keeper, Christophe was blindfolded and quickly brought onto a small plane. Once settled, the pilot quickly injected him with a sedative that had Christophe asleep before he could even protest. Unbeknownst to the pilot or The Keeper, Christophe had expected such measures, and had a small GPS implanted in an area right under his armpit. This GPS was constantly monitoring both his location as well as his heart rate. If his heart was ever to stop, all the information on where he was and what he had been doing would instantly be released. Also hidden away, sewn discreetly into the lining of his jacket was a small and lightweight pistol, undetectable by any sensor, and even if frisked, it would be confused for a piece of his clothing. Christophe refused to let anything fall to chance. If The Keeper didn’t want to do business with him and share in profits from the pool... he would just have to take it. While he slept, the dreams returned even stronger than before. Muscle… mountains of muscle… power unimaginable… it all could be his... From the darkness Christophe heard what could only be a deafening rumble of thunder. ⁃ Wake up!!! Christophe tried with all his might to pull himself out of the dark waters of sleep that held him in their embrace. ⁃ I said wake up!!! A hard kick in his side which felt like it propelled him several feet assisted in Christophe finally opening his eyes. Trying to focus, Christophe found himself face to face with The Keeper. The man... could this actually be a man... was naked because obviously no clothes could ever cover him. Standing nearly 8’ tall and weighing what Christophe could only gather was 1,000 pounds of pure muscle, The Keeper was a sight to behold. Tanned to a dark brown, jet black hair fell to the middle of his back and covering half of his face was a thick black beard that ended right before the massive plates of his pecs began. Staring deep into The Keepers piercing blue eyes, Christophe’s cock became erect, and he found himself convulsing in a fit of pure ecstasy as he orgasmed over and over. This man... this beast... this god was the epitome of virility... of masculinity. His body... forged in an artist's wet dream, put every bodybuilder to shame. His hairy legs were larger the tree trunks, his chest wider then several men, and his immense soft cock fell down to his knees. The only piece of clothing The Keeper carried was a belt that held a large canteen. The strangest thing of all... if any of this could get stranger... was that The Keepers wide and thick dark nipples leaked a drop of liquid every minute or so that fell and got lost in his chest hair. With one large paw, practically the size of Christophe’s own chest, The Keeper grabbed him by the head and twisted it fiercely to the left. ⁃ Is this what you wanted to see?! His voice, heavy with a Spanish accent, was a rumble that Christophe could feel deep within his own chest. Like a rag doll in the massive mans control, Christophe took his first glimpse of the pool. The pool was actually much wider than he had imagined. Though possible to swim from one bank of the deep blue water to the other, it would take some time and great strength. There was a breeze on the air, yet every inch of the water was still. Strangest of all, unlike most bodies of water, not one bird or animal graced its shores. At first glance it looked like a picture postcard... completely undisturbed.. yet there was something definitely supernatural... otherworldly even. In deep awe and reverence to the waters, Christophe was shaken once again by the massive man and lifted off of the ground. ⁃ Why does the pool want you here??? What does it want of you???? The Keeper gave Christophe a second to answer before shaking him again... his own body feeling as if it could be torn apart at any moment. ⁃ In my dreams I’ve seen you!!! Why??? What does the pool want??? ⁃ I... I... I don’t know... what you’re talking about... ⁃ How did you find me? ⁃ A friend. You sent the water to a friend!! ⁃ Who??? The beast began to shake him roughly again. ⁃ Neil Hamilton! His name is Neil Hamilton!! When The Keeper heard the name he stopped shaking Christophe, lifted him over his head, and hurled him to the ground. The mountain of a man took four mighty steps and was standing once again over Christophe. How small he must appear to this giant... how insignificant. Christophe hated feeling that way, and was quickly trying to figure out how to handle this beast before he was killed. Lifting Christophe with only his left hand, The Keeper brought them face to face. ⁃ When you found me... when you sent your message... I did as always and came to the bank of the pool to ask if it accepted you. Barely had I spoken your name when it screamed out for you... over and over and over!! Never had I seen the waters so agitated. I ran from the bank... hearing your name screamed from behind me. For weeks I stayed away from the water... wanting to refuse you... but screams only got louder!!! Louder and louder. Christophe attempted to grasp the gun that was attached to his coat, but The Keepers agitation grew to such a frenzy that he threw him once again to the ground. ⁃ To stop the screams, I accepted you... but then you requested to come here!! Here!!!!! Why did you want to come here!!!! I refused... but then the dreams came. Your face! I saw your face!!! The longer I refused you, the worst it became until I finally had to allow you to come... but on my terms!!!! My terms!!! Moving toward him again with steps that shook the earth Christophe lay upon, he tried to back away, but a foot as large as most of his torso pinned him to the ground. ⁃ Now for once the pool is silent... and now you have to die. Removing the canteen from his waste, the man proceeded to unscrew the cap that held the contents within. ⁃ It will all be over so quickly. You’ll drink and grow younger and younger until you cease to be. Don’t worry... it’s painless... my family never knew what happened to them... The Keeper moved his foot higher till he was standing on Christophe’s neck causing him to open his mouth, gasping for air. Lifting the canteen, he began to pour the liquid in the area of Christophe’s lips and nose.. Unable to breathe, Christophe was still able to move his head from side to side, not allowing the water to enter his mouth, but to fall on his face. As each drop hit his skin, Christophe felt a new strength invigorate his body giving him more will to survive. ⁃ No!!! You must never touch the water!!! Only I could touch the water!!! The man took his foot off of Christophe’s neck and leaned down to lift him up by his shirt. ⁃ The pool called me to be it’s Keeper... so I walked in to my waist, and this is what I became. The pool now wants you... but it never will!!! It’s mine!!! The Keeper lifted the water close to Christophe’s mouth, but stopped suddenly when the gun went off, and the bullet entered his chest. Dropped to the ground... Christophe watched The Keeper stagger backwards and try and look down at what had happened... but his immense pecs didn’t allow him to see below. Using his hand, he lifted some of the flowing blood to his face... and began to laugh. ⁃ You think a bullet can harm me?! I’m immortal!!! I’ve lived for over 500 years!!! In awe, Christophe watched the bullet be pushed from the open wound and then quickly close and heal. Christophe fired again... this time hitting The Keeper’s stomach... and the same thing occurred... the creature laughing even harder! ⁃ More!! I can do this all day!! Knowing there were only three bullets left, Christophe lifted the gun once again, and like David with Goliath, hit The Keeper directly in the eye. Startled, the man fell onto his ass with a thud. Watching the Keeper maniacally claw at his eye to remove the bullet, Christophe could see that it was already beginning to heal. Wasting no time, he approached The Keeper with speed given to him by his brief contact with the water, and shot him in the other eye. A scream that shook the trees erupted from The Keepers mouth. With one bullet left, he directed the gun right to the top of the massive cranium and fired, blowing off a small portion of his head and skull. In shock the mountain of a man fell backward onto the ground with a thud. Seeing that his wound was already beginning to heal, Christophe reached into the hole and began to frantically rip at The Keeper’s brain... pulling pieces of it out. Seeing that this was futile since it would only begin to grow back, Christophe did the next best thing. Taking the canteen, he brought it to The Keepers mouth and emptied the contents, forcing him to swallow. Within minutes, just as all of the wounds were nearly healed, The Keeper began to moan... and then quickly de-age. Quickly the beast shrunk down to the size he had once been before he stepped in the water... a skinny teenager... then a boy of ten... then five... four... three... two... a baby... then a fetus... then nothing. Falling to the ground in exhaustion, Christophe came to terms with what he had done... and a smile crept onto his face as he realised the pool was his. Only he knew where it was... what it did... and he would make trillions from it. Every rich person would pay greatly for a chance to live longer... and they would keep returning to him for more and more!! The business was endless... and he controlled it all!!! Standing, Christophe walked on shaking legs to the pool and looked at its wondrous depths. It looked so cool in the heat of the sun... so welcoming... On the wind he heard it again… calling to him… It wants me, he thought. It has always wanted me. Christophe took a step closer but stopped himself. Was this what he wanted? Was he to be the new Keeper? Would he allow the waters to alter him so that he became a mountain of power? He had always been an Alpha of a man… and now the pool wanted to give it all to him… to live beyond the life of an Alpha. In his mind… images of strength and power unimaginable were projected. His fingers moved quickly over his shirt as he began to unbutton it, swiftly removing it and his jacket. Is this what I want? Is this what I’m to be? Removing his trousers and underwear, he stood before the water naked, his 5” cock harder then it had ever been. If I am to be the next Keeper… I want so much more than you gave to him!!! I want you to propel me even further!!! I have never accepted half-measures. I want it all. A warm wind blew onto him and caressed him. Yes, he thought… but what is everything? Is it what I truly want?? As the new Keeper… what will I be? Refusing to turn back, with one step, his feet entered the pool, and he let out a loud moan. Even slightly covered... less than an inch... he could feel a source of power entering his skin and propelling itself through his body. Wanting more... craving more.. he continued to walk... trying to stay conscious as wave after wave of power coursed through his body. Within moments, as the water covered his chest his body began to spasm continuously from the onslaught of power that was swiftly flowing into him. This feeling is intoxicating... I can’t get enough. This was never what I had intended to happen... yet I was called to be the new Keeper and must take on my new mantle! Moving out still further from the shore, Christophe submerged his entire body into the waters... something even the original Keeper has never done. Screaming beneath the water, electric currents began to enter every pore causing the water to bubble around him. No longer in control of his own body, his mouth opened up, and Christophe drank deeply. The same current that was invading the exterior of his body found another passage as he continued to feed on more and more water. As he ingested more than any had ever drunk before... Christophe felt his entire body filling with new life. Not only was his body getting younger... but his skin, bones, and muscles had begun to throb... Still drinking more and more, and still fully submerged in the pool... Christophe feared he was overdosing on the power that was ravaging him. He felt sick to his stomach as his abdomen expanded and tightened... but still he took on more. Just when he thought his body couldn’t take any more power, he found that the onslaught was getting more and more powerful. Fearing yet welcoming the unknown of what he soon would become... Christophe’s 5” Cock went rigid, and he felt that at any moment his entire body was going to cum. As the power continued to gain strength, Christophe had a sudden realisation... he was never meant to be the new Keeper. The pool had no need for a Keeper… No!! It wanted more! It wanted him to become The Pool itself! With this realisation, Christophe’s body began to tense up and become rigid as his back muscles began to swell and grow. Larger and more defined they became... and showed no sign of stopping anytime soon. Beneath the water Christophe screamed as his scapula and collarbone began to expand and fracture, making horrid cracking noises as they grew wider. Watching in shock as his arms proceeded to move further and further away from his body as his back continued to grow wider, he realised that he could now breathe safely under the water as the two were merging together. The pain was agonising but Christophe desired this as he knew his body was being made mighty to hold all of the power the pool had to offer... more then anyone had ever understood or had been a part of. Christophe moaned in ecstasy as his shoulders proceeded to expand wider than any entranceway, and the growth showed no sign of stoping. The bones in his shoulders proceeded tobecome thicker and longer as his trap muscles became further developed. Already much wider than the original Keeper, Christophe knew he would never be able to hold himself upright unless held by the mighty hands of the pool. His delts were becoming thickened and rounder...his upper back packed fully with bulging muscle... his traps mountainous and permeating with strength. ⁃ What am I becoming??? Already My back has surpassed that of The Keeper... Never again will I be able to walk down a hallway built for human’s as I’ll be way to wide!! I can barely turn my head now my traps are so high... my back more muscular than that of a bull’s! With an eruption that rocked the whole pool, Christophe’s lats began to swell, pushing his arms even further from from his side ⁃ It is like 8 bodybuilders were used to form my back... and still I’m growing!! My back is now beyond any human comprehension… and I love it!!!! I can’t believe how quickly my upper back, shoulders and traps had become so monumental!! The pool is propelling me far from the realm of human possibility. Taking more of the water within himself, Christophe screamed for the entire power offered to him by the pool. He was willing to lose his humanity... willing to rise above all other human and be used as the pools tool. With the intake of more of the pool, Christophe’s neck began to bloom into a Roman column of muscle. Each moment he felt it grow larger... it became more difficult to move his head from side to side. Soon his neck was two columns shoved together... then three... As his neck grew further, his traps rose up higher until they fused with his neck right behind his ears. As his lats proceeded to swell even greater, Christophe knew his back must resemble that of an enormous cobra!! If watching from above, one would noticed that the water in the pool was slowly going down as if by evaporation. The bank began to grow larger as more and more of the pool’s essence was fused with Christophe. Soon, the calm lake began to slowly begin to rotate to the left, creating the beginnings of a whirlpool. The sound of cracking that resembled trees being split in two could be heard in the Amazonian rainforest. Far from the destruction of trees... this was the creation and growth of Christophe’s hands and arms as they began to lengthen. Within minutes his arms had surpassed his legs and continued to grow. ⁃ How massive... am I... to become?! The pool no longer needed to be ingested through Christophe’s mouth as his body had begun to mutate to enable the water to flow directly through every pore and orifice. Not to be outdone by his own arms, Christophe’s legs and feet began to elongate as well. To his surprise, it was his hands and arms that hit the bottom of the pool first, and then his legs, enabling him to stand for the first time. Attempting to look up and down, Christophe concluded that the entire pool was nearly 60 feet deep, and he was floating perhaps fifteen feet from the bottom. If he had been on land, he would have been towering above the ground... nearing the height of trees. With his feet planted firmly on the floor of the pool, Christophe proceeded to get taller and wider, his back so filled with peaks and valleys that it resembled a mountain range. The thickness of his neck and traps made it virtually impossible to turn his head anymore, and the human part of Christophe began to be inundated with thoughts of how impractical his size was becoming, yet he was calmed by the pool and began to comprehend his future life as a creature of power and muscle... of instinct... of brute strength. He was becoming new for the world to worship. Lifting his own hands in the water, Christophe marvelled at the sheer size. His palm... fuck... it was becoming wider then his own chest, and each finger... they were quickly surpassing the thickness of his legs!! Above Christophe, the whirlpool was beginning to gain speed and strength... it’s core the man named Christophe the pool was evolving. From above, a muffled scream could be heard as his torso began to snap, pull, and lengthen. As his body became taller and longer, Christophe could see that he was slowly being propelled to the surface. How tall am I now, he thought. Have I reached twenty feet yet? Will my head ever hit the surface, or will I need to crawl out of this pool? Christophe did his best to raise his arm over his head and found that if he were ten feet higher, his fingers would have been breaking the surface... and still he grew. As his back proceeded to grow even wider and more packed with muscle, Christophe began to feel the start of swelling in both of his pecs, and soon after, they were joining the rest of his body exploding with size. Like two king size mattresses growing from his body, Christophe’s pectorals grew firmer, larger, and rounder. The sensation of blood being pumped through his body, feeding his growing muscles made him feel light headed yet free. Stretching his neck forward as much as he could, Christophe smiled as his pecs gained complete control and mastery over the top part of his chest. Moving his immense right hand over his pec, Christophe let out a lewd and guttural moan as his fingers brushed over his nipple. Having never felt such a sensation in his life... Christophe began exploring his nipples more, grabbing onto both and squeezing them first tentatively... then tighter. His cock... so tiny and so far away from his pecs, got harder still and shot a massive wad of precum into the pool. Just as his pecs and chest grew bigger still, so did his nipples; larger, thicker and with wide brown areolas. Fuelled on by his intense nipple play, Christophe’s pecs continued to expand, growing feet after feet from his chest. The chasm between his pecs was now so deep, and as his pecs competed for more and more space, it grew tighter and tighter. Taking his hand, Christophe tried to force his way into the deep canyon, but found it was impossible as his own body fought him. These are the pecs that will soon topple mountains just by my flexing, he thought. Never had the world seen a man so massive... a man so mighty... a man with so much power!! Out of all of the world, I was chosen! Me!!! Since his traps, back, and lats were still getting larger, this new growth brought him more ecstasy and fantasies of his future. The pool was creating a vessel far larger more immense then even Christophe had ever thought. If he knew the plans the pool had for him… how gargantuan…. how colossal he was to be… would he have stopped? The pool promised strength and power… and now it was giving it to Christophe a million fold. As Christophe became lost in thoughts of the creature he was to become, his lower torso and abs began to inflate with muscle. One by one his abs exploded with size, but The Pool had no need for The Vessel to have have a simple six-pack. As his body grew and mutated, it would need more muscle mass to control it, to hold it up, so now he possessed an astronomical sixteen pac, each flexing and fighting for rooms. As the whirlpool grew stronger, and more and more water was sucked into Christophe, he continued to grow. As his head inching up toward the surface, his pecs began fighting each other to find more room in which to grow, both so weighty with mass that his nipples had begun to point down. While his chest expanded, his internal organs and ribs began to swell as well. Since Christophe’s head had only grown a small bit compared to the mountain his body was becoming, it began to become bound between his traps, which now grew mightily past his ears. Barely visible since both his pecs and his deltoids were eclipsing it, his neck had grown thicker than his own waist. Christophe’s top half was now so immense with lats wider than he could imagine. How wide am I now, Christophe wondered as there was no way he could comprehend his size in mere inches or meters. My chest has to be larger than a car... and getting bigger every second!! His abs and waist had proceeded to grow in leaps and bounds. Compared to his chest, no matter how wide and thick his waste became, it would always be the ultimate wasp waist. Each continued to grow wider and thicker forcing Christophe’s Adonis belt to sink in deeper and deeper. When his head was only five feet from the surface, Christophe’s legs started to quake as his feet began to thicken with muscle. Taking on mammoth proportions, both of his calf muscles stretched up and out, swelling so much that the diamond shape of the two heads began to expand outward on all sides and take up more room over his ankle until it appeared that his foot formed right from my calf. Christophe cried out in rapture as each muscle group erupted in size, and a titanic rumbling sound announced the birth of his new elephantine quads. Finding it impossible to hold onto his tiny cock with fingers so massive, he moved again to his other source of pleasure, his nipples. As Christophe pinched, squeezed, and stroked his nipples, he found that he quickly had to widen his stance as the medial and lateral muscles of his quads swelled. With each widening of his stance, it was only moments later that he could feel his quads fighting against each other for room. For a moment, Christophe thought he was shrinking as he realised he was suddenly getting further away from the surface. With a relief, he realised that it was simply his amassing weight that was forcing him to sink into the soill, and that he was still increasing in size. By the third time of spreading his stance wider to allow his quads more room, Christophe realised he could no longer stretch any further. With and exclamation of relief, his pelvis broke and grew, enlarging his stance. As his waist got broader and broader, his upper body was forced to widen even further to maintain his tapered look. As his pelvis cracked and grew three more times, Christophe felt the muscles in his ass start to grow. How long have I been underwater, he thought... how long have I been growing... how much more will I grow? The more I grow, the more magnificent I feel... and my confidence grows to rule this globe... I am becoming pure power... Wanting to feel his massive ass, Christophe tried to touch it with his hands, but soon discovered that his last were spreading so wide that it was virtually impossible for his arms to even reach his backside. Once again, trying to widen his stance even more to accommodate his inflating quads, his rectus burst forth, emerging as two massive teardrops that dipped over his kneecaps and forced him into a bow legged position for comfort. With happiness and resignation, Christophe knew that from now on he would be forced to walk with a crouched gait. Christophe’s legs were now so massive, so engorged, and so muscle bound that they were nearing redwood proportions. My existence as a mere human is ending, he thought... This was never what I wanted but now I can only beg for more. ⁃ Enter me fully!!! I give you this body as your vessel!! Fill me completely that when I walk... this insignificant world quakes beneath my feet!!! With those words, Christophe’s metamorphosis went into overdrive, and he gritted his teeth in both agony and ecstasy as his pelvus broke and grew for the sixth time, extending his waist even more and forcing his stance to be forever bowlegged. Within seconds of gaining hundreds of pounds more of mass... Christophe’s head burst out of the pool like a fetus leaving the womb. Laughing hysterically, Christophe realised that he now stood nearly 65 feet tall. Around him he could see the water spinning faster and faster with him as it’s focal point. With a cry that scattered every bird for miles around, Christophe’s arms began to shudder with a welcomed burning sensation as finally his upper arms joined the rest of his body in its symphony of growth. Lifting his arms out of the water and flexing, Christophe grinned as he watched his upper arm quickly bloat with size and strength… his biceps and triceps becoming thick and dense. A second shout of delirium erupted from Christophe as his clavicle fractured and enlarged to create more room for upper body growth. The prominence of his upper muscles made it difficult to bend his arms even to flex, forcing them to fall slowly down. As the strength and size of his arms continued to grow, Christophe knew that now he could destroy a building with his very hands, pound a mountain into sand… throw a tree miles away… and his strength only grew as his forearms surged with new size. Even the muscles of his hands would easily be able to pulverise the strongest substance to dust. What will the world see when they finally look upon me, Christophe thought as he grew further out of the pond, his pecs now leaving the water behind. I’ve allowed myself to become a total freak… a human monster… a creature of unstoppable strength! The water was soon touching his first set of abs as he surged even larger, his muscles becoming more grotesque with size. I must be 80 feet tall now and still there is so much water to enter me… to fill me! Throughout his growth, Christophe’s head had become only slightly larger then when the day had started. As the water began to enter him faster and faster, and as he proceeded to get even larger, the bones that formed his head began to fracture, stretch, grow, and re-fuse again larger than before. Trying to hold onto his head but finding the size of his lats and his traps made it impossible to reach, Christophe could only feel every aspect of his face getting larger to match his body. Larger and larger and in the throws of agonising bliss… Christophe’s neck muscles grew thicker to support the new weight of his cranium. As his eyes tripled and then quadrupled in size, his cheekbones, mandible, and nose grew as well. Finally, as his chin grew and squared off, and his brow ridge became more prominent, his traps burst larger and more massive than before and fused once again to just below his ears. Looking around at the world, the shrinking pool seemed so far below him as it barely covered his cock. Then, just as his whole body surged even taller… even bigger… Christophe knew this was the moment he had been waiting for, and he cried out as a massive wave of ecstasy hit him. He could feel his cock getting harder than it ever had been before, but it was his balls he really felt it in. He could feel them constantly filling up and churning… filling up and getting heavier. Soon, although he couldn’t see them over his pecs and abs, he could feel his balls swelling… growing larger… and as they grew, Christophe began to get hornier. Very soon his testicles were pulling down on his sack, blowing up like a water balloons Christophe began to pant as he felt his balls become even more hefty. I can barely concentrate, he thought. My mind… so full of lust.. of cock… of fucking… of muscle… MY MUSCLE!! While his balls tripled again in size, Christophe’s penis begins to squirt pre-ejaculate in larger and larger amounts, continuously throbbing and flexing, and getting noticeably thicker. Taken over by pure animal lust, Christophe closes his eyes tight, scrunches his whole massive face, and he could feel the mounting pleasure as his penis began to swell nearly to its bursting point. Smiling, Christophe could hear and feel the flesh of his cock ripping and repairing itself as his cock began to grow thicker… and thicker… longer… and longer… his heart beating faster as more and more blood was pushed into his cock. The weight of his own cock and balls was getting so vast that he could feel them starting to pull on his groin. His balls, growing at the same rate as his mighty shaft could be heard audibly churning more and more seed. Instinctually, Christophe wrapped his hand around his cock and found it was now so thick that he could barely get his own hand around it. As he stroked, pre flowed freely mixing with the remaining water of the pool. Another wave of intense pleasure hit him as blood was forced more into the head causing it to swell and give Christophe the impression that it just might rip in two. Feeling it with his hands, never had he felt a head so thick and meaty and with such a massive piss-slit!! Soon Christoph was using both hands to stroke himself as his cock and balls grew even more titanic. Every second his whole body was growing, but now it seemed it was all mostly focused on his cock. Grunting, Christophe tugged on his cock, feeling it stretch in his hand. - Need… to… fuck!!! Even when I cum…. I know I won’t be satisfied!!! I’m never… going to… be satisfied!!! I’ll live forever… constantly horny!!!! My whole body… so hard… so colossal! Christophe’s cock quickly became as thick as his own forearm, and together his whole body joined in a symphony of growth. As he stroked harder and faster, he realised that his cock was now becoming more sensitive as his body evolved to have thousands more nerve endings embedded throughout it. Opening his eyes, Christophe could finally see his cock over his pecs… so thick and long. Looking around as he stroked, he could see for miles over the trees. I must be at least 80 feet by now and still I grow… the pool only up to my ankles now… soon I will be completely filled… As his balls grew more and more immense, he began to grow even faster, adding on hundreds of pounds of muscle each minute. Christophe’s whole body flexed and grew as his newly evolved testicles sent massive amounts of testosterone flooding into his body and his final evolution went out of control. Like The Keeper, hair erupted all over his body, growing thick on his face and chest. So out of control was his evolution that, where one follicle would once have grown, he now had five or six, making his growing beard thick and dark. Within minutes, Christophe had a full beard that lengthened as he grew. His pecs, now coated in a pelt of jet black hair, grew even more immense so that no matter how much hair he had in his chest… no matter how thick… nothing would ever hide the musculature. Christophe could feel the hairs on his arms and legs growing as well, trailing down onto his hands and feet, and within minutes his underarms had a forest of long jet black hair. With his hands he could feel his pubes growing denser as they covered his pubic mound and ever expanding balls. Veins thicker than pipelines erupted all over his body to further feed his musculature. As this new body needed larger amounts of blood for his elephantine heart to pump, new arteries and veins were formed to send more blood coursing to his muscles. Christophe’s cock, now longer then his arm grew even thicker as pipe-like veins took root, crisscrossing the entire surface and feeding it. So immense was his cock that it stood out as a monument to all things muscle… to all things masculine… to all things powerful. Joining in the constant leaking of precum, Christophe’s nipples began to leak as well. Moving his hand from his cock to his nipples and then moving it as close as he could to his face… he realised that what was flowing out of him were waters from the pool. I am now the pool… he thought. The smell of the water was intoxicating as it emitted the most intense musk of masculinity and sex. The final waters of the pool was quickly being sucked into his feet, and Christophe felt all of his senses become heightened… as he screamed out in one last surge of evolution… his voice became deeper… a rumble of thunder… His body surged even larger as Christophe became the man he always wanted to be… Shooting up taller and thicker with muscle, Christophe let out a roar. Completely filled now with the water, his intellect also grew… the history of the pool… the history of this globe… now resided within him. Taking in his kingdom, Christophe knew he stood larger than 100 feet and weighed as much as a mountain. He was now more powerful than anything on Earth. He was indeed the true Alpha Male… more supreme than anything to come before or after him. As he began to walk, leaving behind an empty crater, he breathed in and discovered he could smell everything… every plant… every tree… every creature. What have I done, Christophe thought. What am I now? What does the pool have instore for me? This is too much even for me to handle. As I walk, the ground shutters… I tower even above the tallest tree… my musculature… nothing has ever existed such as me. Calming his sudden human fears, the wind of his new world blew through his long black hair and caused his titanic nipples to harden and to leak more of his waters. I am now the Vessel, he thought. I am now beyond the Alpha. Soon the chosen would flock to him… soon the chosen would drink from him… soon he would have an army to command… soon he would fuck… - YES!!! SOON I WILL FUCK!!! THE WATER WILL MULTIPLY GROWING EVEN STRONGER… EVEN MORE POWERFUL. The Vessel… which had once been the human Christophe DuPres, stopped walking for thirty minutes to stroke himself to orgasm, his roar echoing for miles as he showered the world down below with his water… with his seed. He was beyond anything imaginable. Soon the world would see him and worship… and what had begun millions of years ago would finally come to fruition. Smelling the air, The Vessel turned in the direction of the Ocean. Yes… it thought… soon we will merge and I will be complete once again!!!

When you Bitch Upon a Star Absolutely nobody cheered. There wasn’t one smiling face in the audience. Everybody in Hemingway Conference Room D was disgusted at the way that Lucas acted on stage in front of all his coworkers. There he stood, slurring all his words at the podium and rambling about how Garrett from Corporate had a penis unlike any other. His short black hair was oily and ruffled. His freckled face was flushed with liquor. His tailored brown suit was ripping at the seams of his muscled frame. Anyone with eyes could see that he was drunk and disorderly, hence why the police arrived shortly to escort him back home. Lucas was raving. He thrashed with the officers and yelled at them to put him down. He wasn’t going to have any of their bullshit today. But he didn’t have much of a choice. When he entered the back seat of the police car, he passed out and slept the whole ride home. He awoke to being jostled by the bigger policeman. He had dark skin and darker sunglasses, making his silhouette look as if it was from a dream as the sun shone behind the man’s body. Unable to tell a dream from reality, Lucas didn’t respond to the man and remained limp. “Sir! Your boss, among many others of whom you offended, has agreed not to press charges for making sexual remarks during their meeting. However,” he continued, his gruff voice coming off harsh, “you’re suspended from work for an indefinite time. Please get out of the car and into your house before we have to force you” Lucas groggily slumped out of the car and leaned on the door to his city apartment, passing by the officers without passing a glance. “Lucky son of a bitch.” Lucas whipped his head around to see what they were talking about. “If that was our boss,” the main officer said, “we’d be fired on sight.” The other one chuckled, his voice less masculine and intimidating than the first. “If that was our boss, we’d be SHOT on sight!” The two men got in the car and laughed as they drove away, leaving Lucas on his own. He rustled for his keys and opened the door and walked up the stairs to his tiny little apartment he could barely afford. And now with his job gone, he’d likely be evicted any day now. There was no way that things could get any worse. So, to numb the pain, Lucas drank even more. He drank until his pain went away. He had nothing left to live for. His boyfriend, Jeremy, dumped him for a better-looking man four whole months ago and he still wasn’t over it. He worked out every single day to try to bulk up to match Jeremy’s new man. Then, when that didn’t work, he went to steroids. He bulked faster than anyone has ever seen. But when we asked for Jeremy back, he still said no. So he grew even more. And more. And more. Never stopping until he ran out of cash. But, like anything, his cash supply was finite. Jeremy still didn’t want him back. He was broke, jobless, and drunk. Lucas was a pathetic excuse of a man. People gawked at him on the street like he was a muscle-bound freak. His proportions were off. His biceps were too big. His waist was too small. And his ego was shattered. Every ounce of manhood he had left faded away along with his consciousness. When Lucas woke up again it was nighttime. His head pounded nails into his skull. His stomach churned up a storm. But nevertheless, he stood up and tried to walk outside for some fresh air, his suit feeling constricting on his sweaty body. He tumbled his way down the stairs and opened the front door to the outside world. City smog and the growling of raccoons greeted his unshaven face and he immediately turned around into an alley to avoid the shrieking noise of cars passing by. It was dark, gloomy, and dank, much like how he was feeling. So, like any hopeless man did, he sat down on the ground and leaned his back against the grimy brick wall. Lucas lifted his head up and watched the stars above. They twinkled in the midnight sky and put a small smile on his face. “I just wish that I could teach them all a lesson. I wish that I could be bigger than all of them combined, that I could finally let them know what a mistake they made fucking with me!” And with the final words, Lucas started to cry softly to himself. He felt powerless. But, little did he know that as soon as he slumped his head down, a shooting star went by and heard his plea for help. Lucas cried himself out and wiped his eyes when he was done. He wasn’t just going to sit around and wait for life to destroy him! He was going to get even! Lucas stood up and hailed a cab. The woman driving looked just as tired as he did, her long red hair puffing outwards with knots and her face drooping like a bag. He told her Jeremy’s address and waited for her to arrive, but on the ride there, he realized that he didn’t want to end the ride there. He had some more people to teach a lesson to. “Miss, can you wait for me outside his house? I need to go somewhere else after.” The lady grunted and shrugged her shoulders, not really caring what she did as long as she got paid for it. Lucas grinned maliciously and stepped outside Jeremy’s house. He rummaged through his pockets and took out his key ring. He never did get rid of Jeremy’s key. It was a memento. But now, he realized, it was literally the key to revenge. Lucas opened the door and barged inside, stepping over discarded beer cans and pizza boxes to go up to Jeremy’s bedroom on the second floor. His house was a mess. It was the perfect cover-up. All Lucas had to do was deny ever being there and the sheer mess of his house was a water-tight excuse. He’d say that Jeremy must have fallen and hurt himself or something. When he got to Jeremy’s door, he slammed it open with all his might. “Wake up, you little slut!” Lucas roared, his aggression only rising as he saw his ex-boyfriend sleeping in the same bed he slept in when they were still together. Jeremy fell off the frame and stood up, his tiny pale naked body wrapped completely in his sheets, his brown hair messed up from sleep. “Lucas! Get out of my fucking house! What the hell do you want?” Jeremy cried. Lucas stomped over to him, his six-foot frame overshadowing Jeremy. He then grabbed his neck and lifted him up in the air like the men he’d seen in movies do. Then he started to squeeze. “What do I want?!” Lucas bellowed. “I want you to go to hell!” Jeremy’s eyes went wide as he saw Lucas’s biceps begin to swell with power. His already-torn suit began to rip even more. One by one his muscles started to bulge outward and surge his body with strength. The sound of cotton ripping echoed around the room. Lucas didn’t notice. His rage was too uncontrollable. He just kept squeezing and squeezing Jeremy’s writhing body as his life began to drain away. “You made a fucking mistake dumping me for that slut, wherever he is! I’m gonna teach that bastard a lesson RIGHT after I finish you, you pathetic little ant!” Then with a final grip, Lucas smashed Jeremy’s neck and left his bloody body on the messy floor. There was no explaining that one to the cops, but he didn’t care. The power felt so good! He needed more! Lucas slammed open the door and heaved his way down the stairs, everything left of his clothes cutting off his air flow. He was huge. Even bigger than before. Now there was no denying that something wasn’t natural with him. He was bigger than any bodybuilder. Closer to the Incredible Hulk, really, except even bigger. Lucas opened the cab door outside and stepped in, having to lean down and squeeze into the middle in order to fit in the tiny vehicle. “Where to now, love?” The cab driver asked, not looking back at the monster before her. “Lamplight Insurance. It’s my office,” he replied. As they drove down to his old job, Lucas started to feel the adrenaline slow down. Then, with newfound clarity, he looked at himself in the rear-view mirror. He was fucking GIANT! His pecs extended at least a foot long. His arms bulged like beach balls. His legs looked like tree trunks. Even his bulge was noticeable through his pants, which were now completely torn off except for his pelvis line, making him look like he was wearing a speedo and a tank top. You could hardly even see his face behind his mountains of muscle. But if you did, you’d see it smiling with lust. The cab finally stopped outside and let him out, still not understanding why it felt like the drive had such heavy cargo inside. Lucas gave the lady all the money he had left and let her drive off. After all, he wasn’t going to need money anymore. He had much bigger plans. As the sun began to rise, Lucas smashed open the glass doors to his office and sauntered inside, not caring about the alarm blaring around him. With each pounding step, Lucas grew more and more. He felt each vein pumping more and more mass into his already giant body. But as he approached the elevators, he realized that he was too big to go up. And he was too wide to go through the staircase. That made him very upset. And with his anger came more growth. Lucas let out a fierce roar as his body bubbles up taller and wider than ever before. The vaulted ceiling wasn’t too high anymore compared to Lucas. And he loved every second of it. He would show them all! He would make them pay for mistreating him and getting him suspended! They would all pay! The sound of police cars joined the symphony of alarms. As Lucas heard the sound of doors slamming, his pecs overshadowed his face and he couldn’t see anything. But he felt the ceiling above him, his biceps pressing into the stone. “What the fuck is that?!” An officer yelled. “I don’t fucking know, man, but we have to fucking stop it!” Lucas heard gunshots, but only felt pebbles bouncing off of his naked skin. His clothes were obliterated. There he stood, a fifty-foot-tall mass of Lucas, his body filling up the lobby of his office building. But as he stopped rising, his muscles pressing into the ceiling, he started growing outwards. “Oh...fuck YES!” Lucas cried. His cock started to rumble. The pure pleasure of growing bigger than anything else was immeasurable. The ecstasy of becoming more powerful than modern weaponry was pure bliss to him! And it showed well. As Lucas started to moan, his cock began getting bigger. It stretched out with so much force that it barreled through whatever was left of the front entrance and started crashing through buildings. To Lucas it felt like the worlds biggest fleshlight. “More!! I need More!!” He yelled. He heard the officers call for backup. That was exactly what he wanted. He wanted to feel more bullets. He wanted to feel them TRY to stop him! “I’ve found a weak spot!” Someone cried out. Then Lucas heard dozens of men running around back past his swimming pool-sized balls and to his back. “Fire!” Lucas got an ass massage like no other. With the heaviest weapons they had, an estimate of a while police force laid raid to his bubble butt. But luckily for him, it only stimulated the growth more. He felt his ass begin to inflate like two giant balloons, crushing all the men underneath like mere insects. But the pleasure was too much. Lucas’s body responded too well. With the sound of cracking, the ceiling collapsed and Lucas exploded through the next few floors of the building, his growth only gaining momentum. “MORE!! FUCK YES! HERE’S YOUR MOTHERFUCKING OFFICE, OR WHATEVER’S LEFT OF IT! HAVE FUN IN HELL, BITCHES!” Lucas flexed his biceps and demolished the entire skyscraper in one go, each floor crashing onto his body. But with every stimulus that he got, he only grow exponentially more. His pecs soon covered the whole block. His biceps reached to the clouds above. His ass lifted him dozens of stories high. His legs practically grew into one as they expanded outward. His cock stretched all the way across the state. Then soon, all of that doubled. Like he was growing against sandpaper, hundreds of buildings were crushed by his weight almost instantaneously. Then hundreds became thousands. Millions. Billions. Then soon he felt the pull of the earth fade away. Slowly but surely he was outgrowing the whole planet. He was his own gravitational force. And as science states, gravity attracts things to large objects. Lucas felt giant objects start to squeeze onto him like magnets shot from a gun. With each new celestial body, Lucas’s body bursted with more muscle. His cock ripped through galaxies. His ass stopped black holes. His biceps hit the edge of the universe. Exponentially faster and faster Lucas grew until he no longer felt anything all all except his pure muscle. He was the biggest thing in existence. He was the whole universe. Even as he kept flexing, he felt his muscles start to grow into each other with nowhere else to grow. That was it for Lucas. He had to cum. As his muscle started growing around his cock, jerking it ever so slowly, Lucas let out a final roar and let out immeasurable loads of cum. Cosmic galaxies of sperm exploded and covered any remaining gap in the hot, white liquid. Lucas was going to be very happy. After all, nobody could stop him now. He was all power incarnate. And who wouldn’t wish for that?

Part 1: Why Not Try It? Bzzz bzzz. Evan heard his phone vibrations from across the room as he fixed himself a sandwich. He had been waiting for a text back from his friend Brandon. Evan walked over and picked up the phone, swiping it unlocked and deftly typing a response. “I’m home from college for the weekend. Wanna hang out?” Branson responded faster now. “Yeah bro! I’d been hoping you’d come home some weekend soon. Wanted to catch up with you.” Evan remembered when he was home last year for a few days and he and Brandon had met up with a couple of girls their age, partying with them and eventually fooling around with them in Brandon’s basement. “Yeah? You wanna do a repeat of last November?” Brandon was Evan’s best friend from hometown; they’d done everything together, from homework to baseball, to hooking up with girls. Even though Evan was going to a university about 3 hours away, and Brandon was still at home at the smaller local college, the two still kept in good contact with each other. It took a few minutes to Brandon to reply, and Evan was a little worried he offended his buddy. Maybe he was weirded out by getting a blowjob in the same room as his lifelong friend? Still, they didn’t watch each other or anything. As far as Evan knew, they were both straight as an arrow. ”nah” the gray speech bubble finally read. “Wanna come work out with me? We can go to my campus gym.” ”works for me” Evan quickly typed out. “Be over in 10 to pick you up.” Evan was excited at the chance to get a workout in with Brandon. The two guys were roughly around the same build and physique which made them perfect workout partners for each other; around 160 lbs, 6’ tall, they normally benched around 140, taking turns spotting each other while shooting the shit. This was the first time working out at Brandon’s college, Evan thought, as he hopped into his parent’s Mazda and began driving towards Brandon’s house. Pulling up to the curb some 5 minutes later, Evan looked down to text Brandon to come outside. He saw the guy on Brandon’s front yard start walking towards his car, but that must have been Brandon’s uncle or something. That guy was nearly 200 pounds and had much thicker chest, arms, and legs than Brandon. Still, the guy walked closer until he reached the passenger side door and knocked on the window. Evan could see him closer now and recognized him instantly. ”B?! Is that you??” He rolled down the window and unlocked the car. ”Hey Ev,” replies Brandon, his voice no different than Evan remembered it. Brandon opened the door and hopped in. He was wearing a loose cutoff shirt and short mid thigh running shorts, which his thighs were nearly too thick for. ”Good to see ya man,” Evan said. Not wanting to waste any of their workout time, he started driving toward the gym. “You look...” ”Huge??” laughed Brandon. “Yeah, I haven’t seen you since last June, right? I’ve been putting in crazy time at the gym. What do you think?” Brendan flexed a little as he directed Evan’s route. “Yeah, I mean you look crazy!” Evan exclaimed. “I’ve made a couple big lifestyle changes,” Brandon said. “I’ll tell ya about it when we get there.” He grabbed Evan’s upper thigh playfully. “If you can keep my secret!” Evan stayed silent while Brandon let go and laughed. “I’m kidding man. Nothing more than good old fashioned hard work and nutritional changes! Oh, you can park here.” They arrived at a brown brick building with the sign “Eastern Student Fitness” our front. There were no other cars around and no sign of anyone else on campus. ”Where is everyone?” asked Evan as they walked toward the entrance. ”Fall break. But since I work here, I’ve got a key. And since they’re all gone, we’ve got the place to ourselves.” He flipped through the keys on his maroon lanyard, finally selecting a silver one and turning the lock open. “After you...” The motion sensor lights flicked on as the two guys entered the linoleum hallway. “Wanna hit the weights?” Brandon asked, sort of skipping down the hallway. ”Hellll yeah man, show me what you can now!” called Evan. They ended up at the bench press where Brandon had racked up 2 plates on each side of the bar. Before Evan could even get in position to spot him, Brandon was busting out reps, racking the bar after completing his 10th with ease. Evan’s eyes went wide. “Ok, well I usually do about 5x5 of 135...” he said sort of meekly, removing a plate from his side of the bar. ”No problem bro!” Brandon hopped behind the bar to spot his friend. Evan felt motivated by Brandon’s new swagger, and felt his muscles surging a little as he pressed the reps out. This continued for a while across the deserted weight room, with Brandon pounding out an impressive set while Evan removes weight and followed suit. The two guys were starting to get a little hot, and since no one else was around, they decided to take their shirts off. Evan had some pec definition and a modest 4 pack, with a fledgling few strands of chest hair. Despite being 20 now, he had never been able to grow any. Meanwhile Brandon had pecs nearly twice the size of Evan’s, covered in a light dusting of blonde hair that was shaved down to a stubble. Evan eyed Brandon up and down, noticing both his huge upper body, but stopping to notice Brandon’s butt tightly stretching his black nylon shorts in the back. ”You must be hitting those squats hard too eh man?” laughed Evan. ”Hah, yeah dude,” said Brandon, adjusting his shorts a little to show the white and black striped waistband of his underwear sticking out slightly. “Let’s do it.” Brandon loaded up around 250 lbs as a warmup weight and squatted it down. Evan watched him intently, especially his friend’s butt. I mean damn... it was incredible the way Brandon had changed in the last 5 short months. Evan peeked a small strip of skin and the crack of Brandon’s ass between the bottom of his waistband and the top of his shorts as Brandon squatted down and back up again. “Bro, you wearing a jock or something?” teased Evan. ”Oh shit, sorry man, didn’t mean for you to have to see that.” ”Its alright B, we’re like brothers after all. I’m impressed with how far you’ve come.” ”Dude it could totally be you too. I just got lucky with the way my body kept growing after high school.” ”No way man, you put in good work. You must be getting tons of chicks now!” ”Eh,” said Brandon. “Not really. But to be honest with you, I’m happy that way. Hey, you wanna shower here? It’s just us two and we really fuckin’ stink.” ”Sure man,” said Evan, as Brandon motioned toward the locker room and followed him out of the weight room. Evan pushed the swinging heavy door to the locker room open and walked down one of the far aisles of orange lockers. He raised his voice to talk to Brandon, assuming he’d take the next row over. After all, why change together if they could have privacy, right? “So what kind of diet’ve you been eating?” he called, looking down to untie his sneakers. Brandon was basically right behind him as he answered. “Oh you know, a ton of protein,” he calmly replied, also untying his shoes. ”Fuck!” cried Evan, startled. “I didn’t expect you to come down the same row as me dude.” ”Eh what’s the big deal bro? Nothing you haven’t seen before!” Brandon laughed. He was naked now except for his white jockstrap. His cock was starting to stir a little, the pump from the gym, his shirtless friend, and the musky smell turning him on. Evan turned around and saw Brandon’s stiffening bulge. “The fuck, man?” He was now naked himself, and covered his own crotch with his hands. “Calm that thing down dude, I’m not your chick Jenny.” ”Nah Jenny’s been gone for a while,” Brandon said. “Actually I’ve been hanging out with ‘Dave’ these days.” That sent Evan the message. “Dave? Who’s Dave? You’re fucking gay?! After all we went through, I can’t believe it. I mean I still love you man, in a friend way, but damn, how could you not tell me!” Evan felt betrayed. And scared at Brandon’s out of character behavior, and his openness. But most importantly, Evan was scared of his own cock stiffening underneath his cupped hands. ”Its a long story,” Brandon replied. “But I’ll tell you. And it has to do with this-“ he flexed his left bicep- “and this-“ he cupped his rock hard boner bulge through the fabric of his jock with his other hand. “But hey man,” he started to say, as Evan couldn’t look away from his body and moved his own left hand away from his crotch to balance himself on the wooden bench as he stepped closer to his friend. ”I can tell-“ as Evan stepped within a foot of Brandon now, sweating and smelling the manly musk of the locker room and slowly moving his right hand away from his cock, ready to show Brandon in all its 6-inch erect glory, as Brandon’s bulge pulsed and bounced in its jockstrappy-prison, the tip of it gently poking out at the top right of the pouch. ”You’re curious.” Brandon concluded as Evan took another step closer, his cock now gently poking Brandon in the thigh as he rested his hands on the big man’s chest, gently feeling them up. Brendan tilted his head right and down to whisper in Evan’s ear as his right arm wrapped around Evan in a tight embrace, his left reaching town towards his crotch, pushing his jockstrap pouch to the side, freeing his 10-some inch beast to press up fully against Evan. The warmth of Brandon’s meat pressed against his crotch and leg turned Evan on even more, as his cock bounced and stiffened even further. “Why not try it,” whispered Brandon as his left arm grasped both their cocks and rubbed them together gently, his right arm now holding the back of Evan’s head and pushing him down slightly, as, unknowingly to the pair of men, Brandon’s body pumped out gallon after gallon of invisible pheromones of growth and seduction. To be continued next time in: Part 2: One of Us Now

You find his slow, rhythmic breathing comforting. It had been a long, stressful day at work and lying there, being held in his arms was one of the best ways you found to recharge. He was always there for you, helping you breathe through the hard times. The two of you had been together for a while and he had always been your rock. Sometimes you feel like he is a better person than you. You felt like you were always taking, giving nothing in return and he was always there. You had decided it was your turn to give and it was something you knew he wanted, something he dreamed of. Your work as a pharmaceutical rep gives you a lot of advantages. You basically get a lot of over the counter medications for free and prescriptions aren’t that hard to get. You also get to be around a lot of clients testing new drugs, things that might not exactly be public knowledge. Work had been stressful today because you stole from a client. A large agricultural company looking for ways to grow their profits by growing their cattle. He’d always talked about his desire to be bigger, broader, hairier. You felt you could at least give him that. Tonight’s dinner contained the serum. You had thought about taking some for yourself but decided against it. He deserved everything the vial had contained. His chest rises and falls with each breath and as you lay with your head snuggled against his pec you begin to wonder how long before it started to take effect. It was a warm night so you both had decided against covers, which you didn’t mind. You liked admiring his body. He was taller than you but wouldn’t be considered tall at 5’10”. He was built broad to begin with and the muscle mass he had accumulated over the years only seemed to enhance that. He could grow a pretty full beard considering the rest of him only had a light dusting of hair besides his armpits and his crotch. He sported a fairly large endowment, growing to about 8.5” when he was fully erect. Someone you wonder how you were able to catch a man like him. Almost like you knew you were thinking about it, his cock began to stiffen. With each beat of his heart you could see it begin to swell, slowly swinging up towards his abdomen. It pulsed, fully erect, the skin across the head taut, seeming almost overly swollen. You begin to stroke it, wondering what he must be dreaming about, when you see it shudder and stretch up towards his navel. Your heart begins to beat a little faster, your own cock beginning to stiffen. This must be it. You watch as his cock swells and stretches, slowly creeping its way up his abs. You begin to get a little worried. If everything stays proportionate afterwards, he was going to be huge. His balls begin to stir and inflate, knocking against each other, fighting for room with his thighs. They bulge upwards and sag down, his sack stretching with their increasing size. His cock leaves a trail of precum up his abs, finally stopping near his chest. You feel his pec begin to push against your face, the skin stretches, his nipples slowly start pointing down. As his chest expands you can feel it slowly pushing you. You wrap your leg around him, stretching your arm across him and holding on to his other side, pressing yourself against him. You want to feel him grow. His neck thickens and you can see his adam’s apple become more prominent. His shoulders aid his chest in stretching across the bed, you feel his hand move down your arm as his arms lengthen. His fingers thicken, you watch the nails broaden, his knuckles bulge and swell. His hips begin to rise as his ass begins to grow. You watch as his toes stretch out and his feet broaden, you can see the tendons ripple. His calves balloon up and look almost comical until his thighs begin to grow to match them. His feet inch towards the edge of the bed until they slide off, then his ankles, then his shins. His abs are like bricks on his stomach and you can see the veins snaking their way up his torso. A prickle brings you back to his chest and you notice thick, dark hair beginning to spread across his pecs, his already hairy armpits becoming even bushier. The hair traveled down his abs to his crotch and then spread down his legs, even on to his toes. He moans slightly and arches his back, stretching as his body continues to spread out across the bed. You can feel your body begin to sink with him as his increasing weight makes him begin to sink into the mattress. You hear his massive feet hit the floor with an ample thud, his other arm rolling off the side of the bed and you hear his massive hand smack the carpet. You hadn’t realized he was such a heavy sleeper. His cock throbbed and you could see his balls jump. A hot, thick stream of cum came shooting out, coating his chest, splashing you in the face. You could hear him moan in a deep bass, hear the air escaping from him as his hips thrust in ecstasy. With a few final thrusts and one last groan he stopped. It was over but it had done a lot. You’re not the best at measurements but you knew he had to be pushing well past 7’. You couldn’t even begin to guess his weight. He fell back into his rhythmic breathing, his muscles bunching with each movement. You creep out of bed to go clean yourself off and grab a towel for him. You want him to be decent when he wakes up.

Ethan Asked: Hello Goggletan, could you help me out here? I’ve recently received lots of hand me downs from my older bro but I’m starting to get too large to wear them. I’ve always been receiving and wearing the hand me downs since i was a kid but recently he keeps giving me more clothes and forcing me to wear them. But he’s really skinny and im starting to outgrow him in height as well. I have just reached puberty but i have never been to the gym or done much working out but my body is expanding so much as you can see. Its like these muscles were in my DNA and they just keep getting bigger without me doing anything. To wear my brothers hand me downs I’ll need to be shorter so my jeans fit, i need smaller arms so my t-shirts will fit on me and a smaller package to fill his small underwear. Which is what has been happening. We’re not poor so i don’t understand why he keeps forcing me to wear his old clothes. He has always been dominating towards me although i feel he has been hiding something from me. I know that behind all that dominating facade he is quite a soft timid mouse. I have an interest to start bodybuilding and play some sports competitively, however he keeps stopping me from doing so as well. He does’nt even let me enter the local gym saying “its too dangerous for me” I tried talking to my dad as well but he supports my older brother. And i’m starting to get really frustrated. My body has since stop growing since i started to wear my brother's clothes more often. And i realized if this keeps up i might even become the smallest and shortest boy in my class.....Just like my brother and father.... Are they trying to stunt my growth on purpose? Any idea whats going on and if possible can you suggest a solution? Goggletan Reply: Well hello there Ethan. It is always a bit of a dick move for parents to pass hand me downs from older bros to younger bros, but it is an understandable money saver. But in your case i can obviously tell that there is something sinister behind. I can confirm that your weakling older brother is indeed trying to suppress your growth. He knows that you’ll soon outgrow him in terms of everything. From height, to muscles and even your cock size. He can tell that you've been born into the life of an Alpha Stud. And he is threatened by the fact that soon you will be the dominant brother in the relationship. He is jealous of your birthright to be an ALPHA male whereas he will be relegated to being a beta submissive fag. That is why he forces you to wear his clothes. His beta scent will rub of you causing your height to be stunted and your muscle growth to be under developed. If you continue to wear his clothes. You will become a beta fag like him too. But don’t worry. I happen to know that your father’s younger brother, your Uncle Eric is coming to town this weekend. He will be bringing a whole load of old clothes with him and he will be passing them to you. You remember Uncle Eric doncha? He’s the man that you thought was your dad’s older brother until you found out he was actually 3 years younger than your dad but towers over him in terms of height and muscle size. Come to think of it you’re also younger than your older brother by 3 years too. What a coincidence!. He was the man your mum constantly told your dad not to worry about but you would often catch her secretly eyeing his large chest and broad shoulders. She would occasionally even invite him to your house when your father wasn’t around and you would hear lots of loud moaning from her room. It usually is about how much pleasure he is giving her and how big of a cock he has. And she would laugh comparing Uncle Eric's monster cock to your cuckold dad. He was the man your dad constantly tried to be but never could. Not only was he physically large. His confidence, strong sense of ALPHA behavior and cocky rude way of dealing with other men made your own father look like a little girl in a dress every time he came to visit. It was almost embarrassing knowing that your father was supposed to be the “BIG” brother who might or might not have known he was being a cuckold bitch of a man to his “little” brother. Strangely you never sympathized with your dad. In fact you have always respected how much of a man he was to your loser dad. You could see how cocky Uncle Eric was and you looked up to him. In fact now that im mentioning him, i realized he does have many interest that are similar to yours such as sports and an interest in bodybuilding. And thats something your father and your brother tried to get into but never could due to their small bodies and weaker nature. He has always been the Fuckboy of the family. Good looking, tall, muscular, charismatic and not to mention incredibly rich from winning so many bodybuilding competitions and starring in sport advertisements and fitness modeling. Its no wonder he has sex so much and seems to always have a new hot model as his girlfriend every few weeks. But what really bothers you is that even tho he has so much sex he hasn’t had a kid yet. I’m sure sometimes you do wonder, if he had a son. How would he turn out to be? I assume you would imagine him to as attractive, godly and incredibly sexually hot as he is. Actually you might be surprised to find out that he does have a son out there and that lucky kid has every chance in his muscle bound DNA to be like his daddy. Anyways don’t forget to wear your Uncle Eric’s old clothes when he passes you his whole load of em. Among the many things, I’m sure he’ll pass you his signature cocky sunglasses and flashy gym stringers which will come in handy when you hit the gym more often in the future. Don’t worry, they’ll fit perfectly…… Like Father, Like Son.... Though i must warn you... I knew your father. He was ugly, short and weak. He never could have compared to his younger brother, your uncle Eric. Your father had to watch helplessly as his younger brother outshined him everyday, living the stud jock life he envied but never could live. He was cuckolded, and forced to see his golden younger brother fuck his wife and even had to pretend nothing happened and raised his brother's boy. He again had to watch as his brother's boy outshined his only son. It was like re watching humiliation all over again. But while he wasn't physically imposing nor did he have the personality of an Alpha male like Uncle Eric, he possessed a cunning mind. He was a slimy tricky fox. And foxes have been known to be very patient. He has been planning this since your birth Ethan. You will be forced to wear your older but smaller brother's clothing and you will be unable to grow. Your arms will stay small and weak. Your strength will never be stronger than a pussy girl. Your height will be stunted and you will end up the shortest boy in school. Your handsome face that was your birth right would be stripped away, in place you will slowly take after your older brother's once ugly facial features. Your true father, Uncle Eric would be alerted to your "problems" He would come bearing all his old clothes to ensure you attain your birth right as an Alpha Stud. Only to be ambushed by your Father and Older brother and tricked into giving them all the old clothes. While all this is happening you will be allowed to finally go to the gym. You happily go, thinking your father and older brother has finally allowed you to become the bodybuilder Alpha you were born to be. When you return all pumped from the gym you see only a naked muscular body bound by ropes, he tries desperately to move and sequels like a pig but is unable to say anything legible because a ball gag has been forced into his mouth. Neither can he see anything for his eyes have been blindfolded by a tight cloth. Its an irony the body before you. With a body so large and muscualr and powerful yet bound up in ropes like a helpless pig on the ground. But even with his "reduced" circumstance you manage to recognize him as your once powerful Alpha Uncle Eric. He struggles in vain as you watch helplessly your father and brother walk in. Your loser cuckold father is wearing Uncle Eric's old gym sweaty and stinky pink stringers. On his face is also Uncle Eric's signature flashy sunglasses. Except that, he doesn't seem like a cuckold nor a loser anymore. You almost couldn't recognize the behemoth before you. The 6'2 muscle monster standing before you, in all his glory as he smirks and licks his lips he bends down to grab a tuff of your uncle Eric's hair. He pulls the helpless man's body up as he continues to struggle and squeel like a pig. And you can see the drain of muscles from Uncle Eric to your father. Making your already large father even bigger and turning your once muscular Uncle Eric into a scrawny shadow version of himself. He smirks at you before dropping the skinnier body of Uncle Eric down on the ground. Taking of the stringers and shades before passing it to your brother. As your brother puts the stringers on you can clearly see his shoulders expanding before your eyes. His biceps rapidly expanding and his height growing every second. You step backwards in complete shock and the whole incident happening now. Your brother than puts the pair of sunglasses over his eyes and you can sense the arrogance, cocky personality and alpha confidence spread throughout his body. His height and muscles still expanding, he puts his prized cap on his head and does a stretching pose with his arms behind his back revealing his new body in all its glory. At the same time you could feel it too, your deflating muscles, your bones shrinking making you shorter, your facial structure reforming itself. You could feel it all but you were helpless to do anything. You are being robbed of your Alpha Birth Right. You look back at Uncle Eric and notice that all his muscles are gone. The once confident handsome and cocky Uncle Eric you have always known have now been reduced to a scrawny weakling just squirming on the floor like a helpless caterpillar. Unable to break free of his bonds and with a gag in his mouth all he could do was sequel like a helpless pig. Your "Father" walks up to you in all his new muscled glory. He was the epitome of hotness now. Even as his face comes close to you, you could feel his hot breathe on your cheeks. And for some reason you felt your small reduced dickling start to get hard from being in the presence of such a powerful Alpha. Eyeing your decreased muscle mass and your obviously shorter height before snickering at your still growing mini erection. He spits on the ground next to Uncle Eric's reduced naked body before commenting in the deepest masculine voice you have ever heard....... "Like Father, Like Son..... Beta Fags" ----------------------------End-------------------------------------- Please comment and tell me how you felt about the story. Thanks

The heat of the city of Rio de Janeiro is unbearable, and in the summer it is even worse. Today the thermometers mark 107 Fº. You can fry an egg on the asphalt and melt butter on the balcony of the apartment during the summer. Hot shit!On the train, transportation I use to get to work, every morning is this: hellish heat, crowded cars and lots of excitement in the early hours. Before I even get to work, I'm drenched with sweat. My crumpled suit, my long-sleeved shirt sticks to my body because of the intense sweating caused by the high temperature inside the wagon.When I get off at my destination station, I breathe a sigh of relief. I tie my tie and I go to the company where I work. I am an administrative assistant. I walk a few meters away from the train station. For a person like me, of great bodily proportions compared to others, it is difficult to feel comfortable in crowded places with lots of people. At 6'7" tall and weighing 330 pounds of muscle built with a lot of effort, dedication and assiduous hours in the gym, I feel suffocated in small places.I walk through the revolving door of the building where I work, past Elaine the receptionist who greets me with a kiss on her cheek. She knows I'm gay, but we're friends and our greetings are always her lips on my square face. Going up the elevator, I notice people wring their noses at the strong smell of my sweat. Some even cover their nostrils with their hands, exaggerated. I raise my arms and smell my gun. "It's not too bad," I think to myself. My grandfather always said something about the family men: "We are big guys, and big guys have strong sweat. That is, they stink like a fucking sock." Words from my great grandfather Donny. He was big as a six-door closet, my father was his size and I grew larger than my grandfather. Even though I was gay, my old Donny was proud of his grandson's Herculean form.I enter the room that I share with Lucas, my friend and lover. We always go out together after work on Fridays to relax a bit, and every day we meet in the gym in the evening. He's incredibly sexy. Lucas has blue eyes, measures 6'4 "tall and weighs 286 pounds of defined muscles. Unlike him, I have a bit of body fat, but Lucas is massive and thin. He raises his head and runs his hands through his dark, short hair before crossing his gaze with mine. As usual, he always brings a cup of coffee as soon as I enter the room."I put some milk today, my dear. I know you like it" hands over the cup and kisses my cheek.At work we are responsible, so just a simple kiss on the cheek and nothing more. Out of the office he sucks my dick like no one else in this world would do."You always doing the best, my little big love"We sat at our tables, facing each other, and we continued our activities. From time to time I pecs bounce to Lucas and he does the same to me. We love our massive pecs, and we love to worship. Working alongside a big man like me every day is a satisfying stimulus.**********************I return to my home after an exhausting day of work. I agreed with Lucas that we would meet at the gymnasium at seven thirty in the evening. I put on my clothes for practice and go to the gym. I feel my sneakers and shirt a little tight, at last they are new. Maybe because they're new clothes are tight. My sneakers are made to order, since my 18 foot size hardly exists in normal stores. My shirts and shorts are also great, my thighs do not fit into any clothes, and my arms tore the last shirt they try to try in a store. Since then only buy clothing in stores for obese people. They are loose clothing.Carrying my gallon of isotonic, I walk through the entrance doors of the gym. I meet my workout buddies, some girls ask to take pictures with me, because my fame to be the biggest in the gym is great, just like me. Some smaller kids also ask for pictures and I do some poses, I like to boast about being big. For being the greatest. In the leg machine, meeting Lucas and our friends André and Rick, they are also gay. Do you know the cool thing about being gay and very big and muscular? You are respected and no one messes with you. That's why we are the greatest in the gym. Andrew has the same height as Lucas but weighs 297 pounds and has many bulky shoulders, and a hairy chest, since Rick is a little lower, is 6'2" tall, yet he weighs about 313 pounds of defined muscles and toned.Using the leg machine is Lucas, my big lover. It pulls over 1500 pounds of weight to your legs. The repetitions are short, but the series are intense. This is the first time I've seen pulling this all on the leg machine. Franzo the forehead watching him in his exercise. André and Rick say to me, "How can he manage to get this all over?" I shrug, because I do not know the answer. He finishes his second set of ten reps and gives me the place. Hesitus, because the most weight I get on this machine is 1200 pounds."Are you afraid, big Tonny?" Lucas teases me. And he knows full well how I get instigated when I'm challenged."Fear does not exist for me" I do a more muscular pose, which we call a crab pose. I take a deep breath and position myself on the machine. Surprisingly I can raise the 1500 pounds of weight, and I am impressed not only by this, but because it seems slight to me."Are you feeling that?" Lucas walks over to me and puts his hand on my shoulder. "It seems light as a simple brick to us, does not it?""That's weird... I do not need to put too much force on my knees to push it" I bent my mouth into a smile full of doubt.André and Rick watch us quietly."I noticed something happened as soon as I got home. My clothes were tight and I almost tore the shirt I wore today at work " Lucas comments and his tone is impressed and curious. It pecs bounce to give emphasis on the item: rip the shirt.I pull the dumbbells out of the machine and sit facing him."I do not know, but that happened to me as well." I put my hands on my chin, thoughtfully."It can only be one thing, my dear." Lucas rests his callused, sturdy hand on my broad shoulder. "We had a growth spurt." He smiles openly."Come on! Do not be crazy, Lucas. We're not old enough to have growth spurts." I stand up and stare at him, eye to eye. Eyebrow arching "How do you stand at the height of my eyes?" I take a step back."I grew up, Tonny. I do not know how, but we've grown. You... " points to my chest "Not much in height but in strength and muscles for sure"André approaches and speaks:"He's right, big Tonny. When his painting pointed at the door of the gym, we saw that it was not the same "he knocks twice on my shoulder."I can not have grown up in muscles..." I turn on my heels and walk to the gym and when I see the numbers coming up, I blink several times not believing. The scale weighs 370 pounds. I increased 40 pounds in a few hours. I feel strong, and my clothes tight, but I thought it was for protein shakes, but it was impossible to gain so much weight in so little time."Bro, this is incredible," cometh Andre. "I want to know what you're taking. Please share with us," he almost begs."Man, this is fantastic. You are now the most muscular man in this gym, the strongest and ..." Rick walks up to me and sniffs. "Also the most stinky... fuck, brah. You look like you do not shower in a long time." He wrinkles his nose in disgust at my strong smell."My smell is from a real man, you asshole." Without warning, I pick up his head and take him to my armpit. Holding his head from behind, I force Rick's nose into the hairs of my stinking armpit. "You smell a real man, you fagot."He walks away, coughs a little and then wipes his face with his hands, but not before he has swallowed a few drops of my stinging sweat."Damn it!" He yells, pounding my chest like a concrete wall. "Big Tonny, you asshole... your sweat tastes like dead pigeon urine." He stretches his tongue trying to clean it, but it's late, bad taste and salty was already coming down his throat.Then the unexpected happens. The loops of Rick's yellow tank shirt loosened. Its trapezoids swell unusually. We all stood staring at Rick's instant muscle growth."What the fuck is that ?!" Andre comments by touching Rick's new traps and shoulders "You just sniffed Tonny's sweat and grew..." he turns to me "Raise the armpits, great Tonny, I want to drink until the last drop "I raise my hand in a stop sign to Andrew, who is as impressed as I am."That can not be happening." I shake my head in negative. "I thought it was just a legend""Legend ?!" Lucas says with wide-eyed "What kind of legend?"I fold my arms."The legend of the men of the Silva Giant family" narrowed the glance at Lucas and at Rick, both older than Andre.*****************************The stories about the men in our family, which my grandfather told when I was a child, always fascinated me. They made me understand why I was always the biggest kid in school, and the biggest teen on the high school football team. All men in our family receive the Giant surname, on account of my great-grandfather's grandfather. With each generation, a family man was born with a power. No one could ever explain where such power came from, but we keep this secret always safe. My grandfather said it was better to hide than to show the world what they would never understand. The explanation my grandfather gave was that: in his excretions, sweat, saliva, sperm and strong scent, contains an enzyme (never discovered the name was then dubbed a Giant enzyme) that can make other men grow. Sometimes this power is increased by the factor: worship and flexion of muscles. An old family member who was a physician discovered this enzyme, but kept his research buried. After all, he was also a Giant. But only one Silva Giant was born with increased power: excretions + worship factor, and he was murdered before he was even 30 years old. He was my grandfather's brother, therefore, my father's uncle. At the time of the assassination, my grandfather told me that all the Giants of the family were angry and decided to take justice with their own hands, all the villains of the city were beheaded, but without guns, the giants used their hands. The rebellion of the giants, as it became known, was the event that the government has always kept secret, since all of us, Silva Giant, have been living in a way that is usually among other people. It was not all men who had this enzyme, most of the time we were only born big even with a "blessed" genetics, but that power was not past for everyone. And, according to my grandfather, it had been almost 100 years since he was born one since his brother, the first Silva Giant, with that power... well, until now.*********************************"It's a joke," André says, shocked. "This looks like story out of comics.""Darling, this can not be real..." Lucas frowns, holding my hand."Guys, that's the only explanation," I tell Andre. "You met my father, did not you?"He shakes his head confirming." He was a fucking old man""My grandfather was also huge and lived more than 100 years... my father was 60 years before the plane crash that killed him, and he always seemed to be 40 years old. He had muscles so solid they looked concrete. Does not this seem strange to you? By Brazilian men's standards, we, Silva Giant, are completely different ""And after 100 years, you, the youngest of your family was born with this enzyme that can help other men grow ..." Rick stares at me for a second and then continues: "Only men can grow not women, right? ""Yes, only men""Thank the gods!" He makes a sign of thanks, like a cross, and we laugh in Rick's playful way."What I do not understand is how I've grown more than you and even more than Rick," Lucas says with a hand on his chin.Eyes widening, I stare at him and the other guys."It can not be... it can not be..." I say nervously with my hands on my head trying to process all this. "Lucas, our adorations ... when we love our pectorals at work and you still kissed my sweaty face... that's it... I'm the strongest Giant in my family after almost a century..." a crazy thirst , insane of power takes over my body. I feel a desire to avenge the death of my predecessor and make the world pay for what makes gays like me. "A new God was born" I have a double bicep and my friends accompany me in another poses.Rick flexes his pecs.Lucas grinds his abs.André becomes hypnotized.The three of us began to grow slowly. It's like some kind of bond that we have after each of them has experienced my excretions and worship. The other students are frightened by our roars and our gradual expansion. Andre walks away a little, he is frustrated by not being on our back growing as well. Have fun with your kid face that is missing the fun. I stop flexing and the guys stop. We are the same size and with larger muscles, so big that our clothes scream for help, our sneakers fight bravely to resist the spread of our stinking feet."ANDRE, MY FRIEND" my voice is deeper and more powerful "I'M SORRY..." I clear my throat to try to speak lower "I will not leave you out, although I always wanted to see you like this, like an insect... HAHAHAHA "Rick and Lucas laugh along with me and the sound of our laughter makes the gymnasium's windows shudder. André is at the height of the middle of our abdomens. And he's 6'4", he's a very tall man."YOU LOOK LIKE A SMALL DOLL" Rick strokes his lover's hair teasing him."You asshole..." he pushes Rick's hand away from his head.We played with André, we took him seriously. He gets a little annoyed, but not to the point of being upset with us. We were always friends."Okay, little André ..." I reach out to him "Join us, my friend"I pull Andrew and I stuck his nose into the cleavage of my pectorals. I slide his head from side to side, so that my strong scent permeates him. I lift Andrew's head and kiss his face, I deposit enough saliva in his mouth. The other guys moan loudly, stroking the middle of their stuffed groin. André walks away and swallows everything I gave. He puts his hands on his waist and then the "magic" begins. His shirt rips as his muscles move. His sneakers cry with the expansion of his feet and the strong smell of his sweat becomes more evident, more rotten. The lint left in his shirt, he rips out with a mighty roar, and we roar together. André flexes his biceps proudly and with his new deep baritone voice he says:"THANK YOU, BIG TONNY ... BUDDY" He smiles biased and pecs bounce.*******************************After our first growth spurt, with our shorts and extremely tight shoes, we returned to practice. We trained for hours, the repetitions in each exercise increased, consequently the weights also. In the end, no one else in the gym could train because all the dumbbells were being used by us 4, the super giants. The owner of the gym, Claudio, a middle-aged man, called us: super giants, and asked us to leave so that the other students could use the machines and weights of the gym. I, the strongest of all, said no, that we would only leave when we wanted to go."WE ARE THE BIGGERS MEN IN THIS PLACE, BRAH... Nobody can tell us what to do" I leaned my finger on his narrow chest and pushed him until he fell to the ground. Out of fear, and out of respect, he let us train in peace. Our scales were inhuman. All 4 are measuring 8'3" tall.Weights:Rick: 432 pounds of pure muscle. He's the thinnest of us, and his triceps are oversized.Lucas: 473 pounds of massive and lean muscles as well. It has one of the most bulging and hard pecs I have ever seen.André: 480 pounds and looks like a bear. It has a protruding belly, but due to regular exercises it is hard as stone. Her thighs are incredibly large as oak trunks.Finally, I, Tonny: 518 pounds of massive muscles, arms larger than the head of a normal human being, and a butt so hard and large that my shorts did not hold and streaked."BOYS..." Andre says, dropping a weight on the floor, not caring about the noise or what could break. A THOOOM is heard throughout the gymnasium when the dumbbell is thrown on the floor. "I want MOOOORE" flexes the biceps "I need more... do not you feel it?" He kisses the spikes of his biceps."That's incredible, buddy... I know how you feel" I do a front lats spread in front of the gym mirror.The boys accompany me, and soon we will not fit in front of the mirror. We play pushing each other to take the mirror and Lucas ends up balancing and falling over the bar. His huge body destroys the glass counter and crushes several utensils."Oh my God!" Shouts the owner of the canteen with her hand in her mouth."Your troglodytes. Look what they did," her son complains seriously with Lucas who stands up and stares at the little man."It was not my intention" my lover wipes away the broken glass from his arms and back, no matter what he did.Impressively, he did not cut himself. The power we have now is spectacular. Our skin is almost impenetrable, like steel or other stronger metal. Imagine when we grow older? I slowly approach Lucas."I apologize for the damage," I face the cousin's son. It is so small that it reaches the height of our groin. Rick and Andrew join us.The confusion is armed. Four muscular and extremely strong giants gathered around a tiny man who resolved to be brave and unloving his own life."You fucking brute..." he shouts with his index finger in a frown. "They've finished with the counter in my mother's canteen" squawks.Sure the laughter with the hand in the mouth, and the boys do the same. This mouse is so small."I told you it was not intentional. We were joking, I got unbalanced and fell, that's all." Lucas shrugs, but tries to be sympathetic to the situation, just try, because deep down he does not care about what he broke.If I know my lover, he does not care what he causes around the younger people. He always says, "I'm big and I need space, if you're in my way, be careful not to turn a stain.""Little friend..." André speaks, our furry-breasted bear resting his big hand on the little man's shoulder. "We're big guys, one thing or another will always break our back, so get used to it. It is not intentional... not yet "smiles maliciously.Andrew's devilish grin was an omen for what would happen soon. The mood of the canteen's son calmed down and he realized he could not deal with us."What do you mean by 'still'?" I ask, staring at Andre."Let's grow more, shall we not?" He says putting his hands on his waist."Yeah... but, do not you think we're a nice size?" I scratch my head.Lucas squeezes my shoulder and says,"Ah, my dear... do not deprive us of this power. Let's be the greatest men on earth, and I know you like to be the greatest "stampede my butt."Listen to your boyfriend, Tonny. Come on, brah! Let's GROW" André explodes on a front lats spread.We repeated the poses and began to flex. Within minutes, what was left of our training clothes disappeared. Our sneakers exploded in a loud 'BOOM' sound made our thick, stinky fingers appear. It did not last long until our feet were completely free. The stench stunned the others, but they did not grow, I only activated that power for the four of us.From the floor to the ceiling of the gym it was a height of 55ft and we were already playing the uppermost part of the gym center. Lucas even teased putting his hands on the ceiling and forcing the plaster lining, casually he opened a hole in the ceiling with his hands and pieces of white plaster fell to hit some small ones that insisted on being around us. Claudio, the owner of the gym, ran scared, many students and staff followed. The inquisitors stayed to take photos and record videos of our growth. Soon, we were on the internet for the whole world."Do you think we're about how tall?" Rick asks looking up at the ceiling. The tip of his nose touches the plaster ceiling."Almost 55ft, I think, or more," I say flexing my abdomen "Want to know what I think?"They turned to me in expectation, their eyes glittering."Let's grow... MOOOOOORE"We roar and flex our muscles in varying poses. Rick: double front biceps. André: to flex your thigh-sized thighs. Lucas: pecs bounce along with me, but I crunch my abdomen frantically. The walls of the gym, like the plaster ceiling, begin to crumble. Our roars are scary to the little people who do not understand how we got so big and still growing with no sign of stopping. Desperate, people run like insects fleeing death.*****************************The 'crack' of the walls breaking apart, it's like classical music to my ears. A symphony of bricks, concrete and plaster being crushed as we grow, leaves me with a wild excitement. My dick starts to leak, very pre-cum. The liquid is thick, translucent, and with a strong smell even stronger than my sweat, it comes out of the crack of my cock like honey that runs from the hive. The boys stop their push-ups, our clothes can not resist, at least what's left of them, our underwear ripped like paper with the expansion of our muscles and cocks, and now we're naked. Rick, André, and Lucas come closer to me and look directly at my dick from which it smells attractive, like a mating call."Oh man... that smell coming from his monstrous mast, excites me." Lucas caresses his erection that grows with tubular veins and begins to leak as well."It's like you're calling us to fuck... the smell of your dick is wonderful," Rick growled nibbling at my shoulder and also stroking his own cock."That's so exciting, great Tonny." André worships my cock and strokes my thighs."Oh, brothers... I think I'll cum soon, but I do not want to go that far now. In fact, I want to test another growth factor, my sperm... " I let out a deafening groan."Hmmm... yes, my dear Tonny... your sperm must be so much more powerful than your pre-enjoyment." Lucas caresses my swollen cock thick with a twenty-gallon barrel, and still growing."I need to fuck you... NOW" I growled and pulled Luke by the waist kissing her fleshy lips. He grabs my neck and returns the kiss.Embrace Lucas with strength and our bodies stick together, sweat increases and we drink from it. Our caresses are intense. He runs his big, callused hands down my back until he reaches my muscular ass, runs his thumb around my hole making me moan loud. The stick full of protruding veins leaned against my cock and we roared through the kisses. The sensitivity of our genitals is extreme, and the slightest touch, we feel small outbursts of pleasure through our grown bodies.I turn Lucas back and push my swollen, larger mast in the middle of his ass. With her right hand she stroked her numb nipples, and with her left hand she moved her dick. I pull closer and he opens his butt exposing his big, hot, sweaty hole. Without hesitating, for I have no more doubts about my growth, I put my purple cock in Lucas's hole at once. He screams, roars and moans with pleasure. The movements within Lucas are rhythmic, and I slowly accelerate. He rests his hands on the floor crunching the concrete floor of the gym, I think we're now weighing tens of tons.In position 4, ready to be fucked by me, Lucas seems to be raised to another level of arousal. Your sweat also smells strong, pungent, it makes my dick grow even more inside him. I speed up the movements and then I look like a jackhammer punching a hole in the ground. Lucas's interior is tight, hot and ... delicious. My sweat runs down my body, so I begin to lick myself and almost instantly begin to grow past the roof of the gym once and for all. I feel the warm night air of Rio striking my face when my head goes over the ceiling, then my shoulders, and then my chest overcomes the roof."FUCK... THIS IS AMAZING" my voice sounds like a timid thunder and I see people running without understanding what happens.I hear the sirens from afar, eye to the side, and I see cops with their guns in hand, ready to shoot and defend the little insects of this hot city like hell. I look down from the gym and see Andrew and Rick, their faces sullen because they have not grown older."HOW WILL, MY LITTLE FRIENDS?" Laughter mightily making smaller people cover their ears.Lucas still has his hole buried in my cock, and I decide to impale my lover. I hold his muscular waist and lift his heavy body until my cock holds him in the air. He gets impaled and weak from so much heat, his legs swaying in the air. I feel it is time to grow more, so I accelerate the going and coming inside of it and without taking too long, I cum."AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH... FUUUUUUUUUCK... UUHHHHHHHHHH... I GONNA CUM"Dust inside Luke liters and gallons of hot cum, thick and powerful. It's snapshot to see my lover's growth. His muscles building right in front of me as if in magic. I hear his bones crack, his feet lengthening, breaking the wall in front of him. He howls like a lion during his growth spurt. I pull my cock out of its tight hole and turn it over to me, it's already at the height of my chest as I rub your nose at the cleavage of my mountainous pecs. He moans and licks every stretch of my chest and then we paste our lips into a fiery and frantic kiss. We exploded into another growth spurt, now together, as it should be. The roof of the gym is below our waist and the debris serves for Andrew and Rick to come up and watch us better."Ah, brothers... you're fucking idiots." Andre curses with his permanent annoyance."HAHAHAHA... LIL ANDRÉ... take this"I turn my cock's head down, and squeeze from the base to the tip to expel the remains of hot sperm still inside my giant tube. The thick dripping drops on the destroyed floor of the gym and I watch André and Rick run into the puddle of semen that forms. They smear themselves, drink what they get and then begin to flex, but before they lick at my sweaty feet.Their bodies expand more and more. I smile when they approach the height of my chest, but something happens, and they keep growing more and more. I erect my neck, Lucas does the same, we are impressed as the two expanding in height greater than Lucas and me. I stand at the height of their navel. Stroking my short hair, Rick lets out one of his jokes:"WHO IS THE BIGGER NOW, LITTLE TONNY?" His laughter can be heard throughout the northern part of the city of Rio de Janeiro.They begin to walk, destroying the remaining walls of the gym. I feel the vibrations of his steps.BOOOOM ... BOOOOM .... BOOOOOMThey approach a 10-story building and without warning they punch the building. The dust rises over their exuberant bodies, exciting me. They laugh with an evil tone in their voice, the police begin to shoot at the giants, but the bullets look like mosquitoes on their skin. It is so insignificant that they feel nothing. After destroying the building, they step back and end up stepping on houses, cars and people. The destructive and bloody feeling is exciting and addictive. I see in their faces the joy and indifference in destroying, crushing and stepping on the lesser people. I want this for myself, too.I turn Lucas to my face and kiss him greedily. He accepts my caress and we begin to lick my sweat and the remains of my still warm enjoyment on the tip of my cock. Immediately I feel the growth appear at full strength. We roar in the middle of the licks and rise to the level of titans, bigger than Andre and Rick who already walk toward the seafront of the city. Lucas and I overtook the residences buildings of the north of the city, buildings with more than 20 floors are at the height of our waist. Lucas is smiling amusingly, he likes to show who has more strength, has always been like this and now he begins to make blows more blows on the buildings. His closed fist is larger than a wrecking ball.I hear sirens in the distance, but I do not care, nothing else matters to me, besides showing the mediocre world that a gay can be big, strong and imposing. There is no better way to demonstrate power in this size, it is as if nothing could stop us, and in fact, nothing can stop us now. Looking south I see a trail of destruction, a lot of dust, explosions, screams and many rubble, this was the path made by Andrew and Rick who were heading towards Leblon beach. I follow the same path ending the destruction caused by my friends. "Fools! They can not do the job right "I think smiling and leveling neighborhoods with my gigantic feet. Lucas follows me and during the walk he picks up several people in his hand and smashes them by closing his fingers on them. Once dead, he deliberately cleans his hand and captures more small people."These little shit are so weak. With a breath of mine they break. Exempt! "Lucas dwarfs the little ones in his hand.In a few minutes we reached André and Rick who were already leveling part of the noble district of Leblon. Not all the money, nor the luxury that the residents had in their apartments was defense against the fists and feet of my friends, they were maddened by the power. I do not judge them, I do, and I want more."THEN, YOUR SHITS... FUNING WITHOUT US" like thunder, my voice falls on them looking upward with wide eyes."How... ah, damn it!" André grunts, dropping half of a building on the ground that he plucked."Brothers... why do not we get together?" Rick says.Sometimes he had a glimpse of worthwhile ideas. It was rare, but I realized that it would be interesting what he would propose."DID YOU THINK WE WOULD NOT GROW MORE? RASCALS "Lucas's voice broke, he raised his right foot and then crumpled it over the rubble, killing all life that could exist there trying to save himself, who knows?"I'm telling us we grew up together. Hands, we're gay, muscular and giants. We can grow more and more and master the shit of this world"I put my hand on my chin, pondering Rick's idea."What do you think, Lucas? Sounds like a good idea. Gay giants dominating the world. That sounds very interesting to me"Lucas kisses me on the cheek and whispers in my ear:"These guys are our friends, I think we can trust. And gays dominating the world, it will be the best revenge against all the discrimination we have suffered in the past, my dear "It will be our revenge. That's what I thought at first, but in fact, I wanted to dominate the world anyway, to be the pride of my grandfather, my father and the Giant Silva who were killed in the past. I'll be the owner of everything and I'll have three butts to fuck all I want, and that's better than any gay revolt."Come on, boys. I'm going to fuck each one of you and let's... GROW "*******************After fucking each other's ass, we grew in size equality and with muscles so large that we looked like they came out of a morphed image made in photoshop. We weighed hundreds of thousands of tons, and our height reached 16,000ft ... yes, we now measure 16,000ft tall and soon we would grow more.The city of Rio de Janeiro was in ruins. The world's best-known postcard, Christ the Redeemer, had turned a doll into my hands. I first plucked off the head and then the remains of the city's most famous statue. I went up on the mount where the figure of Christ stood and spread my arms in the same pose. My friends applauded me and laughed at the joke. There is no god, we are the true Gods and now the world will be ours."How about a visit in another country?" Rick asks."I want to get to know France and enjoy to crush the Eiffel Tower," Andre comments by scratching his hairy pectoral."Where are you going, my dear?" Lucas kisses my cheek."Washington DC. Let's have a last visit to the president. " I smirk.********THE END********