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The Arm Bulging veins. That is all I am concentrating right now. That is all my eyes can see at this moment. They are as big as a hose and run through a mount of huge muscle meat, otherwise known as my massive biceps. The veins go up and down as how rivers flow in different paths, covering my arms and forearms... Hell, they even cover my massive delts. I am not even flexing and if you could see this arm from my perspective, you would think it belongs to Mr. Olympia. That is of course, before I flex... Cause when I do, I outclass every bodybuilder on this planet, making them all seem so small compared to me... So skinny compared to what a true Muscle God should be. At the end of my arm, my hand also filled with veins and muscle is being grabbed by two smaller hands. I believe someone is trying to move my arm at least a bit. Of course it doesn't move. My muscle doesn't flinch a tiny bit. I feel nothing, I believe a fly could make me feel more pressure than this two hands. I move my eyes and see a man who could be considered as a muscular bodybuilder sweating, exerting all his strength from both big arms into my hand. His muscles are pumped and to normal standards he could probably inflict some damage with those big guns. But not to me. I believe his flexed biceps might be 18 inches in diameter, maybe 19. Covered in veins, with little fat, maybe he could curl more than 40kgs in each arm for reps. But compared to my 27 inch biceps, not even flexed, he must be feeling like a little child. I am not taller than him though, just much more massive in all muscle groups, my size is legendary by now. He keeps trying. He puts all his efforts in this. His whole body is pumping more and more strength, but it is useless. I hear a ripping sound. His muscles are so pumped that his pecs and lats have totally destroyed his tanktop, growing and flexing as he still believes he has a chance against my one unflexed arm. He does not. I see him again. His whole body pumped, about to explode in muscle strength, his sweat making him look like a statue come to life. Inside myself I think he might have had a chance if he didn't want to challenge someone like me. I might have even wanted to train him and make him bigger. But his cockiness and ego made him think he could win a battle of muscle strength. Not even his whole body is near to making me flinch, not even near to making me flex my mountainous arm. He is starting to get tired, I get to see desperation in his face, he knows he shouldn't have been doing this, and he knows he will not escape this time. He knows he made a mistake. Many use the term "Muscle God" but few really are allowed to be one. I am the one who decides who can use it. He cannot. His flexing stops. He starts panting, he apologizes for even trying, he knows what is coming next. I take a deep breath and give him a smile. He tries to put his hands away from mine. I don't allow it. He tries with all his might to make me let go, but he started this, I am only finishing it. I give my forearm a little flex. Cracking sounds end the quiet in the room, screams go loud after the cracks. His hands no longer exist. Bones and flesh disappear inside my hand. So easy. I grab his ankle and lift him, just to have his muscular quad near my body. I inspect his massive leg while he screams, but I don't listen to him. I am so concentrated in the difference between our power and muscle size. He tries to flex his quads so he can try and escape, nothing happens. I put my free arm next to his leg and decide to flex it. Finally, I can go full muscle size, full strength. My biceps become larger and larger. I put his contest winning legs next to my fully flexed arm. Mountains, that's what my guns look like now. 32 inches in full size, covered with massive hose sized veins. His quads are 30 inches, big, but not enough. My arm is as big as a fit man's waist. I decide to test my strength and put his leg between my forearm and biceps. Due to the size of both of us, it is quite difficult to accomodate, so I solve this. I flex even harder, making his steel hard leg muscles seem like jelly to me, compressing between my arm until his bone also cracks... I keep flexing and like if I was using scissors, what remains of his crushed leg falls down to the floor. Just no comparison between us. And I was just using one arm, just flexing it. I lift him in front of me now, he keeps screaming in pain, no hands and no leg... His priced and massive leg, destroyed by a superior being with no effort at all. I flex my free arm again before his face. Even in pain and in tears, he reaches with his tongue to feel how my mountainous steel hard biceps taste. I put him even nearer my arm, slowly but steady, and he keeps crying and licking, so much muscle in front of him, he just cannot believe this is true. Then, he starts feeling the pressure... Putting his head between my hand and my flexed arm is like being compressed between two mounts of rock. He knows what is going to happen now. He knows this is the end. His skull crushes into tiny bits against the biggest and strongest biceps the Earth has ever seen, and his body falls to the floor, lifeless. I flex into a most muscular pose, my tanktop exploding from my massive body, unable to contain what pure muscle should look like, what a bodybuilder should really look like. Never ever mess with a Muscle God.

Here's a very short thing I wrote a while back. Figured I'd share it. _____________________ "Betcha mine's bigger." "Yeah, it probably is." "Aw, dude, that's so lame! Can't you at least try to defend yourself?" "Against what? You telling me your dick is bigger than mine? What do I care if it is or isn't?" In truth, I was curious. Very curious. I wanted to know what his dick looked like. I didn't care if he was bigger than me, but my best friend was sexy and he knew it. I wanted to see his dick. But I couldn't very well let on that I was gay and into him. "It's like... a rite of passage, or something. It's what guys do." "You tellin' me that dudes want to see other dudes' dicks?" I asked. He thought on that for a second. "Well, if you put it that way, it does sound kinda gay." "Kinda?" "We're bros, though. Nothin' wrong with some friendly competition. Better yet, how about a bet? Fifty bucks." "Fifty bucks? I don't have that kind of money." "Fine, twenty." I sighed. Would it hurt to pay twenty dollars to see my best friend's dick? FUCK no it wouldn't hurt. "You're on." "Fuck yeah, that's what I like ta hear. Count of three, whip 'em out." He put his hands on the hem of his shorts preparing to lower them. I did the same. "One... two... THREE." I sort of expected him to be pranking me into lowering my shorts while he kept his on, but I kept my word and dropped my shorts. He did, too. My cock flopped out, hanging plump from being semi-hard from being near my sexy best friend. To my surprise, his was also semi-hard. "Whoa, dude. You got a decent cock, there." "Yeah, so do you." We were each looking at the other's dick, and for almost a whole minute, neither of us said a word. It almost felt awkward, but it really wasn't. I watched his cock twitch from time to time, as though it were fighting from growing harder as he stood there. "We're the same size." "Huh?" I grunted, lost in my own head as I was hypnotized by my hot friend's dick. "Same size, dude. It's a tie." "Shit, yeah, looks like it," I responded, glancing from his to mine and back again. "But fuck, what am I thinking. The bet ain't over yet. Let's see 'em hard." "What?" "Hard. Get hard. Let's see them at full size." Fuck. Just hearing him say that made my cock twitch immediately. It was hot. "How? You got porn on your phone?" I asked. "No, but it looks like you're already starting to bone up, anyway." It was true. I wasn't having any luck suppressing my horniness, and hearing him talk about getting hard was making me hard. I felt my dick throbbing and pulsing, and I closed my eyes enjoying the feeling of getting fully and completely hard, my cock rising and plumping and growing. As soon as I felt it reach full size, high in the air, I opened my eyes again, and looked down and saw his doing the same. It was throbbing, twitching, growing before my eyes. And as soon as his reached what I'd assumed was full size, I saw a bead of pure white pearly precum form at his tip. "Fuck yeahhhh," he said, I assume inadvertently, caught in the moment. "Alright, time to compare." And before I had a chance to respond, he walked forward and pressed both our hard cocks together, comparing their size. "Oh fuck," I breathed, feeling tremors up my spine as excitement grew. He let out one of those whistles guys tend to do when they're impressed or something. "Dude, we are like, exactly the same size." "Y-yeah." "Well, I guess it really is a tie." He stepped back again. "Mmhm." And for a few moments, we both sort of stood there, looking down at the other's cock. Neither of us was calming down, I noticed. His cock was bobbing as it throbbed with his heartbeats. "Fuck, I'm horny." "Me too." "Come on, let's take care of these." "Thought you'd never say so." He grinned and took his cock in his hand and started slowly stroking, closing his eyes. I did the same. "Mmmm fuck, this feels better than normal." "Y-yeah," I agreed, feeling the pleasure welling up within my groin as I stroked my cock right next to my best friend, the object of many of my sexual fantasies. "Oh fuck, dude, I can't get enough of this. It feels so fucking good. Like, I can feel it in my whole body." He was right, this did feel way better than normal. I grunted in response, feeling similarly. There was this sensation spreading through my whole body, like it was my entire body that was being rubbed and stroked, and not just my hard cock. "Bro, are you seeing this? Look at my chest!" I looked over and at first had no idea what he meant. But then I saw it. His chest was thicker than it was before. "What...?" "You too!" he shouted. I looked down and my own chest had swelled up and I actually had pecs. Pecs I didn't have before. I watched as they swelled bigger with each stroke of my hand around my throbbing hard cock. Waves of pleasure were washing over my whole being. I happened to catch my abs taking shape as well. "Oh fuck, keep it coming," he said, almost moaning. I looked over and saw his muscles continuing to swell with each stroke. His arms were growing bigger before my eyes, and I saw muscles toning up and growing. A big vein became visible as it ran the length of his arm, especially on his biceps, but down to his forearm as well. The mark of a toned, muscled, strong, hard forearm. His shoulders began to broaden as they became capped with muscle. They too were swelling with each stroke of his cock. And his traps were rising up. He was starting to look like a gym-rat. "Holy fuck," I breathed, looking at his transformation. He looked over at me and grinned. "Don't forget about yourself, dude." I looked down and saw my own body had undergone a very similar transformation. Muscles had grown all over my body in ways I'd only fantasized. I had protruding pecs, six-pack abs, adonis belt, wide shoulders, bulging toned biceps, and a big thick cock. And they were all growing bigger as I stroked myself. I felt myself suddenly about to reach climax. In spite of the slow stroking, I couldn't ignore the tell-tale feeling of a cum explosion welling up from within my balls. I was reluctant to let it happen, fearing it might stop the growth, but I was also super curious what might happen upon exploding. Would the growth halt? Or would there be more to come? And then I heard him. "Oh god, I'm gonna cum."

I’ve been working on a growth story and having fun with it. Ive got the overall story arch in my head and am putting it together slowly. Its going to have elements of growth, jealouat, competitions, and maybe many other elements. This story is intended for those 18+ or whatever the legal age is for your area. Anyone not fitting this category should cease reading. - Part I - My holiday break generally revolves around me eating too much, staying up late on the internet, and a lot of “me time.” It’s a great time to break from college for an introvert and recharge my social battery back at my parents house. As fate would have it this year’s break was going to be even better. My parents decided to part from the norm and take a tropical vacation to escape the cold confines of our small, northern-eastern town. The only downside is that my older brother was going to be at home with me. Well, that’s if he ever stays at home and isn’t running around and staying at some girl’s house overnight only to come home and sleep off his hangover the next morning. He’s popular; tall, dark, and handsome; and built like a bodybuilder. How we’re related is a mystery to me. He’s only a year older than me too and up until about 13 we were pretty much the same build and height. But he quickly began to grow and pack on more muscle. Now at 19, he’s a brick house. Standing at 6’6” he sometimes has trouble with doorways and not just in height. His wide shoulders are mere inches from hitting the doorframe sides as he squeezes through. I on the other hand am 5’8” and only 125 lbs. Anyways, enough about him. Everyone always talks about him too much. So, I’m sitting in my room playing Super Mario Party with my favorite NPCs when my best friend Jay texts me that he’s in town for the break visiting his family. I invite him over as I realize how sad I look playing against a bunch of computer characters. I try cleaning up my sty of a room and head to the kitchen to get some junk food. My brother is standing in front of the fridge chugging a gallon of whole milk. “How’s it going Blake?” I casually say. It’s not that we’re distant or dislike each other. We don’t have much in common is all. He’s not a jock per se but enjoys spending time in the gym and hanging out with his wife social circle. I on the other hand would rather be alone or with my online friends. “What’s up Josh?” He says back to me as he wipes the stream of milk from his chin. “Still playing that game?” “Yeah. And Jay is coming over soon. Can you at least put on some shorts or sweatpants. No one else needs to see all that.” I smile. “Oh fuck.” Says Blake. “You know how it is. No point in putting on clothes when mom and dad are away.” He smirks innocently. Of course I don’t know how he feels. It’s not exactly like I’m as gifted as he is down there or in general. And on top of that I think I’m a late bloomer as I don’t really find girls attractive. “Haha. Yeah. I know.” I say trying to empathize. “But do it for me please.” “Ah. Ok. If you insist I’ll get decent.” He says as he absentmindedly grabs his junk.