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  1. arbotimus

    Goldfish-man (Part 2 Added 8/3/2024)

    Goldfish-man, Goldfish-man, does whatever a goldfish can Started as silly little one-shot, minimally edited to help me start writing again (and then it became 10 pages long, whoops). Also I know nothing about the spider-man universe so please don’t at me, lol. Crowds of people pushed past me as I stood transfixed, staring up at the glass ceiling arched delicately above us. Rippling patterns of light filtered down through the thousands of pounds of water, spilling over the many heads around me before finally reaching the ground. I inhaled sharply, apparently having forgot to breathe, to perform that foundational component of living, as if I, too, were submerged. The shadow of the giant ray, Mobula birostris, finally passed over me. It was hard to imagine living life at that size, pushing the boundaries of a (relatively) small tank and looming over smaller, meager creatures. A small, firm hand grabbed my shoulder roughly and spun me around. "Hey Mark, it's time to head up." Hamzah barely gave me time to respond, turning abruptly and weaving his way through the crowd. I followed him, rushing to keep up. I didn’t see any other members of our college student tour group as we entered the huge open lobby – not too surprising. We had both come early to spend more time in the aquarium. Hamzah seemed to have the place memorized, though, never hesitating for a moment as he expertly dodged bedraggled moms and congested toddlers. An array of fish seemingly defeated by the false tides flailed about amongst fake bull kelp (Nereocystis sp…well, sort of). Their apparently lackadaisical approach to their surroundings infected me, bringing me to a gentle halt. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught Hamzah staring back at me as if to say, “Really, Mark?” I shrugged, communicating paraverbally: “Isn’t this what we’re here for?” His eyes said, “No,” and he continued speed walking. Several minutes later found us at our lackluster destination – a door you would probably miss if it weren’t for the sign that read “Staff Only” in fun, aquarium-y font. Our professor, a middle aged man with the textbook appearance of a marine biologist (interpreted lovingly as: surfer dude turned scientist) welcomed us and handed us nametags. I stifled a blush, Hamzah rolled his eyes. An aquarium staff member introduced herself as Dr. Mary Truant, the aquarium’s veterinarian and head researcher. Not for the first time today, I felt my mind wander as she explained her position and the purpose of the aquarium’s research center. Something something ecological restoration something something genetic plasticity to novel anthropogenic environmental stressors yadda yadda. I rolled my eyes at Hamzah already taking notes when we hadn’t even started. The internal workings of the aquarium were rather gaunt and grey, as if this were a completely different building from the colorful halls we had entered through. Various pipes jutted out from odd locations, obstructing the walkway and disappearing into walls and floors. Occasionally a tank would come into view, but outside of talk of nitrogen levels and salinity, we rarely spent much time observing them. What a waste. Eventually we were taken across a skyway to the lab building, a separate entity from the aquarium. The only animals here were kept in holding tanks, and apparently “well documented genome” also meant “least interesting species possible”. I started zoning out again. Hamzah was still furiously scribbling. What he could possibly be writing about these rows and rows of identical goldfish was beyond me. I vaguely understood that they were part of a genetic engineering project, but visually they had so little to offer. One, however, was at least behaviorally distinct. It was larger than the other fish, and kept tapping at the glass. I stopped in front of the grungy medium-sized, eye-level tank and watched the maverick fish attempt to defy its fate (or, it occurred to me, play out the stereotypic commands of its genetically addled grey matter). I lifted my finger to touch the glass, when the tank shattered right in front of me. I barely had time to process the next series of events. For one, I was immediately soaked from head to toe in goldfish-stained tank water. Gross. Simultaneously there was an odd pressure on my right index finger, but by the time I could open my eyes it was gone. Then the screams filtered in (a bit melodramatic for my taste – wasn’t I the one getting doused?) followed by some stifled laughter. Looking down, the shattered remains of the glass were strewn about my feet. Somehow, I had avoided getting a single cut. Dr. Truant appeared within seconds offering a towel and profuse apologies. I assured her I wasn’t damaged (beyond my dignity) and she didn’t need to file a report. After all, the assailant had fared much worse - both lacerated and asphyxiated, it lay dead on the floor. “Well, Richards won’t be thrilled, but maybe he should have invested in thicker tanks…anyways, I’m just glad you weren’t hurt. If you need a sweater I’m sure we can get you one from the gift shop after the tour if you’re cold.” The sweater had a cool whale on it. Sweet. As we left the aquarium, I noticed a series of red markings on my finger. They looked suspiciously like little teeth marks. And then it dawned on me. That goldfish bit me. I was bitten by a goldfish. Was that even possible? A quick google informed that it wasn’t impossible. Although the anatomical considerations were… A growing fear was mounting in my chest. “Hey Hamzah,” I whispered, “Were you paying attention in there? I think this goldfish attacked me in some sort of last-ditch effort to play out its misplaced aggression.” I showed him my finger. “Didn’t she say they were, like, radioactive or something?” “It’s irradiated, not radioactive. To simulate exposure, like at Chernobyl. Creatures can’t be radioactive…well, not, like, meaningfully. They’d die. From the radioactivity. Also there’s no way we’d be allowed in that room if there were stacks of radioactive animals in it. I’m surprised IACUC let them get away with it, honestly…” “Oh, because you’re so familiar with the ins and outs of IACUC policy.” “Wait, how do you know what IACUC even is?” “Why would I not know what IACUC is? Just because I’m not drowning in books every day like you are…I know stuff.” This argument continued for several minutes. “I mean, you’re probably fine,” Hamzah said, finally. “It’s probably too late to go back there anyhow. If it gets infected, just go to your doctor.” I stared at the innocuous indentations. They seemed harmless. Like they were already healing, maybe. Nothing I could do about it now, anyways. My head slumped over onto Hamzah’s shoulder as I fell asleep on the subway ride home. Later that night, I awoke in a sweat. I put my hand to my stomach to find that my wife beater was entirely soaked through. Great. Sirens blared through the midnight air, reminding me for the umpteenth time that I did, in fact, live in the city that never sleeps. I rolled over lazily and turned off my space heater, allowing the light chill of early winter to creep its way in. Taking off my shirt was an unexpected challenge. For some reason it felt glued to my skin. Weird. Maybe it had shrunk in the wash? But it fit well when I put it on earlier. Now the seams were audibly groaning as I struggled to remove it from my wiry frame. Maybe my sweat had suddenly develop astringent properties from that mutant goldfish? I laughed into the empty night at my own dumb thought. I fumbled around in the dark for an alternate clothing option, landing on my recently acquired cetacean sweater. Nice. I was already feeling chilly, and being bundled up in a nice big sweater like this lulled me back to sleep almost immediately. I awoke to the tune of my own circadian rhythm, enjoying the freedom of an unburdened Sunday morning. The overcast sky greeted me with a gentle gray light, and I huddled under the covers for another hour before finally freeing myself from the tomb of blankets and pillows holding me down. I let out a yawn as I stretched my hands skyward. My sweater slid up my abdomen as I lifted my arms, and it stayed stuck around my midsection. I pulled it back down, failing to immediately piece together any incongruity. Several key realizations, however, slowly made their way through the fog of my waking brain as I went to make myself a bowl of cereal: 1. All the kitchen cabinets had been moved lower since last night 2. My cereal bowls were lighter than they used to be 3. Everything seemed to be a slightly different color 4. My clothes were tight again. Like, uncomfortably tight. Wait…what? I glanced over at the full length mirror across the room. Perched atop a stool at the kitchen counter, a tall, beefy jock stared back at me. But that’s where I was sitting. The spoon dropped out of my mouth and fell into the bowl, splashing a little milk on my new sweater. I waddled over to the reflection slowly, still not quite believing the evidence right in front of me. A series of perfectly mirrored pantomime motions confirmed that the behemoth staring dumbfounded back at me was in fact my own reflection, my own titanic arms stretching sleeves to their limit, my own thunder thighs squeezing into my pajama pants like a stuffed sausage. Fuck. My clothes were so tight that I was afraid to move, worried that I might destroy them. An involuntary erection snaked its way up and over the hem of my pants, beginning to leak. Overcoming the fear of fabricide, curiosity demanded that I lift my arms into a mighty double bicep pose. The sleeves moaned under the pressure and I could see the hems starting to give, but they remained woefully intact. A swift most muscular just barely failed to make the seams explode at my shoulders. Lifting the fabric at my waist, I almost lost it at the sight of deeply etched abdominals. I rubbed my hands over the grooves in my skin, still struggling to believe that they belonged on my body. A notification on my phone snapped me back to reality. Hamzah, texting me about plans later today. I sent a message back saying I was sick. I mean, wasn’t I, in a way? As incredible as these new changes were, the inconvenient logistics of my situation were starting to creep in. How was I supposed to explain these changes to anyone at school or at home? Was this the final stage or were there more changes to come that I couldn’t predict? What was I even supposed to wear? What was I supposed to wear… I glanced back at the milk-stained sweater and cum-stained pants holding on for their dear lives as my himbofied muscle bod stressed their core stitchings to their limit. So, maybe not those. I scrambled through my closet to find an XXL t-shirt left by my ex and pair of one-size-fits-all scrub pants from a lab I took a year ago. An unusual combo, but they at least they sort of fit. I wiped up the mess from my cereal bowl, grateful that my roommates were gone until later in the day, and headed out the door. My reflection in the subway window continued to startle me. More than a few people had turned their heads as I had walked to the station. The struggles of the jock life. Of my life. Well, that was going to take some getting used to. Fortunately, there weren’t too many people out and about on a Sunday morning to gawk at me. There was, however, one cute boy who was clearly awestruck by my presence and kept furtively glancing in my direction. I had half a mind to… No, no, focus. I had to get back to the aquarium, to get someone to explain what was happening to me. I was so distracted playing out the thousand possible scenarios before me that several minutes passed before I noticed my shirt actively shrinking. No, that couldn’t be right. Could it? I watched helplessly as my already prodigious biceps slowly but perceptibly expanded. The band logo on my shirt gradually warped into unrecognizable text as my growing pecs pulled the words apart. I pulled at the collar around my neck for space, but there was already so little room that it was hard to fit my fingers through. The inflexible fabric of my pants only served to highlight every individual muscle group as they relentlessly inflated against their woven captor. Somehow, my equally inflating dick was not as obvious as it could have been – still, I struggled to hide my full on erection in this increasingly tiny tube. And just when I thought my shirt was tight enough to burst, the growth stopped. In typical New York fashion, no one seemed to notice my public transformation – except, of course, for my mid-range admirer. In fact, he had his phone out. Was he recording me? Well, that wasn’t good. The car stopped and the sonorous overhead ‘ding’ announced the new station. The moment he realized I was looking directly at him, he stopped recording and fled out the door. I found the subway car difficult to maneuver in with my new size – seriously, how did any bodybuilder function in everyday life? – and by the time I got out he was already leaving the station. Shit. I sprinted in his direction, and to my surprise I caught up to him in mere seconds. Standing before him, it baffled me just how small he was. His eyes barely reached the bottom of my pecs and my forearms were probably thicker than his thighs. How did an adult man tolerate being this puny? “Were you recording me?” I grunted. “N-n-no, dude. Of course not.” I lifted him by the back of his shirt collar easily and held him up at eye level. “Hand me your phone,” I commanded. He scrambled to take his phone out of his pocket and gave it over to me, sweating. “Great. Now what’s your…” I asked, but in my attempt to get to his log on screen I had already busted his phone with my giant hams. Oops. I guess I really didn’t know my own strength. “Shit, sorry,” I muttered, dropping him to his feet. I noticed a wet spot in his pants – it was anyone’s guess as to the nature of the fluid, but either way, the awkwardness of the encounter was mounting higher with every passing second. “I…I hope you have insurance,” I mumbled, turning around and walking away swiftly. As I continued my speed walk down the streets of New York, struggling to erase that embarrassing interaction from my gray matter, I kept having to pull my shirt down to avoid exposing my abs. After the fourth or fifth attempt, I realized that keeping my shirt down just wasn’t possible – I was so much taller and wider that the bottom of my shirt was unable to reach down past my navel. Great, my hulked out body had transformed the modest XXL into a skimpy crop top. But you know what? Why should it matter? People probably loved getting a glance at abs like these. This might be the only time in their lives when they were up close to so much muscle. Shouldn’t they enjoy it? Yeah. Yeah, they absolutely should. And who was I to deprive them of that? For the first time since the transformation, my lumbering gait had transformed into a strut. By the time I reached the aquarium, the gawking receptionist informed me that both Truant and Richards were out of the office (it was Sunday, after all). She was also not permitted to give out their contact information to members of the public, and advised that I reach out through the program that facilitated the tour if I needed to get in touch sooner. No amount of jockish charm was getting through to her. My ego deflated a little. As I walked away, I could just imagine the email to our professor – ‘Hey Prof, seems I was accidentally mutated by that fish who broke its tank yesterday, and now I’m a hulking behemoth who’s rapidly running out of valid clothing options. Think I could get a main line to the mad scientists who fucked over my genome? Best, Mark.’ I sighed heavily, staring into the large fountain outside the aquarium. The water was comforting, somehow. I had half a mind to get in as I weighed the options before me. I decided to text Hamzah instead. In an ideal universe, this would be kept a secret. My burgeoning traps and glutes, however, made than an unlikely possibility. If I couldn’t contact the scientists directly, I could at least ask the smartest geek I personally knew. ‘Heyyyyyyy, so I lied. I’m not exactly sick. But I need your help. Come over ASAP?’ Within minutes I received an ambiguous ‘fine’ in response. By the time I got home, Hamzah was already sitting outside my apartment door, absentmindedly staring at his phone. As I approached he turned to face me and said, “About…time.” I looked down at him with a blank expression, not certain what response to expect in return. He stood up, the top of his head reaching just to my collar bone. “What happened to you?” he asked, almost too matter-of-factly. “I can explain once we get inside.” “And why are you wet?” Leave it to Hamzah to focus on the extraneous details of our science-fiction-come-to-life scenario. “Well, I…swam here. It was faster.” “You what?” “It’s a lot easier with the gills…” “Gills? Oh.” He sighed, putting together the few pieces of the puzzle he had with lightning speed. “Yeah,” I said, unlocking the door. “From yesterday? The fish?” “Uh huh. Well, probably” “Right. Right…well, the gills make sense. But why are you, you know?” “Outcompeting Arnold? Going toe to toe with Lou Ferrigno?” I laughed at the idea, but I wasn’t wrong. “Yeah, that.” “Your guess is as good as mine. Although, I think I have an idea.” He stared up at me, as if to say, “Explain, please.” “I think I’m growing to the size of the clothes I’m wearing. The growth always stops just when they’re about to burst. You know, like how a goldfish grows to the size of its tank.” “I don’t think that’s a real fact about goldfish.” He seemed almost annoyed. “Do you have a better explanation?” He put his hand to his chin in a classic thinking man’s pose. “No, I guess not. But then why the size of your clothes? Why not the room?” “I don’t know, I don’t make the rules. It was a mutant goldfish?” “Have you tested it out?” “I mean. Not exactly. This is only my second change of clothes, and they were already the largest I own. Emphasis on were.” I shifted uncomfortably in my scrub-coded tights. “Right. Well, I can probably be back from the thrift store in 15 minutes…” “No!” “No?” “I’m already big enough. What am I supposed to do? How am I supposed to explain this to anyone?” “You explained it to me just fine,” he said, tapping his foot impatiently. “How am I supposed to explain it to anyone normal.” “Okay, yeah, fair enough…” It was a little hard to see down that far, but I could swear I saw a bulge in his pants. “Really, you’re hard?” He glared at me, half indignant and half embarrassed, as if to say “Did you expect anything different given the circumstances?” “Well, you’re not the first guy…” “What?” “It’s not my fault? Or I don’t think it’s my fault. I can’t tell if this is a mutant power or if every gay boy in the city is secretly just a freak muscle junkie…” “It’s probably the former.” “Probably,” I said, rolling my eyes at his unfounded certainty in the explanation that absolved him of any responsibility. “Okay, well, first things first. We have to find clothes that fit but aren’t going to trigger your growth.” “Right, okay.” “I have an idea.” “I’m open to anything,” I said, somewhat desperately. “I’m guessing the way this works is that your body grows until it senses a certain degree of pressure on your skin. So, maybe, if you wear something form fitting, it’ll be enough pressure to stop you from getting bigger but still fit over your…girth.” “Okay. It’s worth a shot. I mean, it’s that or never wear clothes again, right?” I saw him blush, which was a rare occurrence for Hamzah. It was kind of cute, seeing him small and helpless like that. In fact, if I wanted to, it would be so easy to just grab him and… Focus. Step one, obtain clothes. “Okay, I’ll be back soon. Soonish. I’ll probably need to make a few stops.” He left in a hurry, seeming relieved to break the sexual tension in favor of a more objective mission. I tried to take off my current clothes, but being soaked and two sizes too small I quickly gave up and just tore them off. I grabbed a few towels to wipe off the entirety of my body and glanced at my progress in the mirror. I was starting to approach seriously freaky size. As I craned my arms into a double bicep pose, my lats flared out involuntarily, eclipsing the width of this poor little wall-mounted mirror. Wrapping my hand around one of my jutting pecs, I could feel the weight and heft shift as I slowly flexed it to its full potential. I noticed my perception adjusting to this new size, maybe even longing to get bigger. My gaze wandered down to my dick, which seemed to always be in a state of semi-erection. I lifted it up against my abs, letting it graze the corrugated muscle and throb in response. No one was here. Might as well let loose. By the time Hamzah had returned, I had lost count of how many loads I lost. I had attempted to take a bath to wash off the spunk, but most of my body no longer fit and I shot another at the thought of growing too big for the tub. Fortunately, the shower was more effective and I was just drying off as Hamzah entered the bathroom. He tried to hide it, but I could tell the little man was awestruck by the glory of my fully naked body. I flexed my gills, exposing the openings in the sides of my neck. “Ew, put those away,” he said. “Hmph, feels a little ableist,” I joked. “Oh, shut up. I got some options for you.” He dumped the new spandex clothes unceremoniously on the couch. “Here, try this one.” “What color is this?” “White. Did the fish bite make you blind?” “No, I think I see ultraviolet now. It’s kinda like purple but…different.” “Fascinating. Can you put the shirt on now please?” He said, averting his eyes. “I think it’s pretty cool…” I muttered under my breath. I contorted my torso to slip on the XL under-armour shirt. It ripped before it even got past my shoulders. “I think we’ll need something bigger.” To make a point, I flexed my bicep and easily tore the poor seems apart. “Okay…try this.” He handed me a neon orange XXXL, and I barely managed to squeeze it on with his help. “Well, how do you feel?” he asked. “Honestly…good. Like, really good. Like I’ve never felt this powerful in my entire life.” “I meant the shirt, idiot.” “Oh, yeah. It fits well. I don’t think I’m growing, either.” He smirked, seemingly proud of himself that he had cracked the code. “Put these on next.” The pants were a deep green and slightly tighter than the shirt, but together we pulled them over my iron glutes. My half hard dick fell sideways over my huge quads. Hamzah didn’t say anything, but I knew he was impressed. I waddled over to the mirror once more. “Where’d you get these colors? I look like a superhero!” “At the sizes you’re looking for there’s not a lot of options. And you look like Mermaid Man. If you count that as a superhero.” “Does that make you my little Barnacle Boy?” I said, smirking down at him. Way down. In fact, he seemed to be getting shorter. Uh oh. “Hamzah, I don’t think your theory was correct.” A pallor came over his face as he watched my pecs pull my collar downwards. “Here, I’ll help you take them off. Hurry!” I started to lift the shirt up from my abs, but quickly found my lats to be very much in the way. Hamzah’s little stick arms weren’t having any better luck. He sprinted over to the kitchen to get scissors, but when he returned I held him down with one of my hands. “What are you doing!?” I took a moment to contemplate what to do next. This growth felt good. Like, really good. Great, actually. Like the best thing that had ever happened to me. Why should I stop now? Why, I could be the strongest man that ever existed. Bigger than the Thing, stronger than the Hulk. Who cares who knows? No one could stop me now. I’d just outgrow them. Become invincible. It turns out the spandex wasn’t just ill equipped to stop my growth. If anything, the elasticity just propelled my growth even further – no matter how much larger I became, the pressure never changed. Hamzah watched in horror as my body continued to swell. I must have passed the 400 pound mark before they started to tear, but I just kept growing through it. It wasn’t until all the clothes were in shreds on the floor that my body finally slowed down. I eventually let Hamzah go, but he didn’t move. I stood up and stretched my arms, but found them quickly hampered by the ceiling. My dick was staunchly erect and oozing cum. It bobbed against my abs, which were starting to get a little bloated from the sheer size – still, my waist was only about a quarter of the width of my shoulders. I picked Hamzah up by his shirt and propped him on one of my pecs. His legs dangled over the edge of my chest, but he sat there comfortably. “Well, that didn’t work,” I stated plainly. “No, no it did not,” he responded. “But look at the results!” I exclaimed. “Isn’t it incredible! I can’t believe I ever wanted to stop growing. Although finding clothes that force me to grow more is gonna be pretty difficult now…” “You can’t be serious. This isn’t enough for you? As it is you can barely even walk out the door or wash yourself. If you get any bigger it’d just be…impractical.” “Hmph, well, you don’t seem to mind” I gestured, pointing at his own erection. He blushed again, and I lifted him up to stare at me face to face. “I think I know what will help. Give you an example of how we can meet the ‘impractical’ needs of my growing body.” “We?” “Well, you really,” I said, grabbing my dick and forcing it down just enough to create a special opening between my cock and my abs. He fit perfectly, squirming a bit at first but quickly accepting his position. “There. Now I have someone to keep the cum from getting all over the apartment”. He started lapping up the flowing liquid, wrapping his arms and legs around my massive member to squeeze out more and more. “That’s a good boy. Does this seem ‘practical’ enough for you?” “Yeah, I…” He couldn’t stop drinking long enough to fully answer. The door clicked and my two roommates entered with their backpacking gear. It was fair to say they were a bit taken aback by the scene before them. Oh, good. Some more servants to meet my needs.
  2. Edlutr

    The Lifting Club - old story

    THE LIFTING CLUB by Muscle Wimp It started out like any other ordinary day at the gym. I had just begun my workout and I noticed that there was a lot of activity in this special area of the gym known as the big boys' room. You know, the place where only serious muscle heads could work out. I heard laughter and screams and applause followed by gasps of astonishment. I had to know what was going on back there. Usually there was a sign posted on the door that read "Only the strong survive in here…" But today there was a sign that read "Only serious muscle junkies please". There was a crowd of people hanging around this ordinary looking guy. He didn't have any muscles that I could speak of but what he was doing shocked me beyond belief. He was actually bending the barbells in half like they were pretzels! "Holy shit!" I said to myself. The unmuscled strong man looked up. "And now for my next amazing feat of strength, I shall need a volunteer from the audience." He pointed to me. "You... back there...Please come forward." I shook my head no but some of the people shoved and pushed me towards the front. I had no choice but to be the "volunteer". "My friends, you see before me an ordinary looking Joe... Someone who I would say weighs about 170. I will show you what I can do with this guy." Suddenly he reached over to me and grabbed me by my armpits. He was at the same height as I was but suddenly grew several inches taller than me! He started lifting me up and down by my armpits like I was nothing. You have to know something about me, I'm really into lifting, this guy was fulfilling my ultimate fantasy. The more he lifted me the harder I became, it was seriously evident too, I was tenting up my gym shorts. I was so embarrassed, but the other guys in the room began applauding, whether it was my boner or the lifter's strength I didn't know. The guy kept lifting, up, down, finally I came, I couldn't help it. My cum stained my shorts, the lifter smiled and kept pumping. Once, twice, three hundred times later he put me down. He wasn't even breaking a sweat! I just lay there in a pool of my own semen and curled into a fetal position as the crowd dispersed. The nerd without muscles came up to me and said "Dude, are you alright?" I finally managed to regain my composure. "Uh yeah, I was just never lifted up 300 times by a guy with no muscles." "Oh that's only the beginnings of the things I can do. Come home with me and I'll show you." With that he picked me up in his arms and we walked out of the door. We actually went out one of the fire exits that opened directly on to the parking lot from the big boys' room, he slung me over his shoulder and strode out to the parking lot. All I could see was pavement, my midsection was over this scrawny guy's shoulder. Where did a guy with a bony shoulder like this get all this strength? His arms hadn't flexed at all while he lifted me. In some ways this made his strength even more exciting, my dick began to harden. "Cool it, Tiger," he said, "We won't start for a while yet." We stopped, I heard the "boop" of an automatic door control. He opened the door and lifted me into the seat of a 4x4, a top of the line model, a Chevy, or something, I'm not into cars or trucks. But I am into guys, he shut the door and went over to the driver's side and got in. He was tall, about 6'1" to my 5'9", his hair was short and brown, his eyes that dark puppy dog brown, he didn't look that old, about twenty or so, although he might have looked younger because of his slim build, not skinny, not lean and muscular, just your "average" build, no muscles, no great shakes. And he looked, well, nerdy, like he should be at a cybercafe, not a gym. Me, I am 170, and toned, no big muscles, but I can raise a bicep, no peak, just a lump above the skin, but still in semi-decent shape. I have black hair and blue eyes and normally I wouldn't be attracted to a guy like this with no muscles, but the lifting, the strength! I could have gotten away, the door wasn't locked, he wasn't looking at me, it was a sunny Saturday morning and the parking lot was busy, I stayed put. "Buckle up!" he said, "I don't want to lose you on the drive home." I belted myself in, as did he, we pulled out of the lot and headed out of town. "What's your name?" he asked. "Luke." I replied. "I'm Mike." he said, "You're really into lifting aren't you?" "Uh, yeah, couldn't you tell? Look, what's this all about, did you really grow back there?" "Uh, hold on a sec'," he said, picking up a car phone, he pressed speed dial. "Terry? Hi, look, I've got a live one, a real lifting junkie, I think he's into muscle too. Yeah, answer to our prayers. Get the others.....Dave's, that's right. See ya." He replaced the phone. "Don't worry about the growing, or the bending of the bars, or your cumming, they won't remember it. I don't know why, but they never do, it isn't real to them I guess," he said. "I don't understand." "Neither do I, some friends of mine and I, we found an old book of spells, we used one in it, and the damned book disappeared. The spell gave us certain powers, but it's also a curse." "Look," I said, "I'm into role playing and fantasy as much as the next guy, but I don't have to think the game is real to get turned on, just tell me the truth." "I AM," he said angrily and he began to grow. I didn't believe it at first, but his t-shirt was riding up revealing his stomach, flat but no washboard, his sweatpants rode up his legs, and soon his head brushed the ceiling of the cab. "Shit! It is true!" I said. "I told you so," he replied, rapidly shrinking to his 6'1" height. "Uh, you said there's a curse, I don't like the sound of that," I said. "Don't worry," insisted Mike, "the curse is on us, our powers only work when we're with someone who's turned on by them, sexually." I was puzzled, "But your powers worked in the gym?" "A lot of guys are turned on by strength who won't admit it, but I couldn't grow until you showed up, and when I realized you were into growing and lifting I began to see the possibilities." "You mean lifting is your other power?" "No lifting is part of strength, our other power is muscle growth," Mike said. "Wow! My ultimate fantasy!" I exclaimed. "I know, Luke, or should I say CUMLIFTME?" Now I was a little afraid, "How did you know my online name, I buried it under tons of security!" "We needed to find someone who was turned on to all our powers simultaneously, our powers will only work when we have completely sexually fulfilled someone, all of us together, at once. At first we thought it would be easy, we cruised the gay bars, took out personal ads, everything. We gave some guys great times, but it didn't come together for us. One of us would turn the guy on more than the others and the curse would stay, only one of us would have our powers, and then only for one evening, we needed some common turn on." "The lifting!" I exclaimed. "Yeah," Mike continued, "I'm an internet expert, us guys, we're all nerds basically. We scoured the internet, trying to find someone who fit our profile. I cracked your id late last night, I came straight over to your healthclub this morning, someone said you were there so I began the show. It worked great." I still had a lot of questions but then we pulled into the driveway of a big house, the driveway was more like a minor road, we ended up at this big circular drive. The house was low, modern, big, and obviously very expensive. "Dave made millions in setting up web companies, he got out quick and now consults just to keep busy," Mike said. Mike got out of the car and came over to my side, I got out and stepped on to the gravel drive. "No you don't," he said, and bent over and picked me up, "I want the guys to get the full effect of your sex drive." He lifted me effortlessly into his arms, I was amazed at the strength he showed, and I began to get excited again. Mike carried me up the steps into the house, we entered into this big foyer with cathedral ceilings, lots of glass let the sunlight in and the area was decorated with lots of Asian art, sculpture mostly, Japanese, I think. Standing in the foyer was this Asian guy, about my height, 5'9" or so, but thinner than I. I weigh about 170, this guy couldn't have topped 120, he had straight black hair, that nice tan lots of Asians get, and black eyes. I recognized him from some newspaper photos a few years ago, he was a web pioneer who'd gotten reclusive after making his millions. "Hi Dave," Mike said. "Hi, Mike, I think you may be right about him," Dave responded, "I can feel his excitement from here." "Try him out!" Mike exclaimed, and tossed me ten feet over to Dave! I was amazed, I flew through the air and Dave deftly caught me. "Ohhh, yeaahh," he said huskily, " he's even better up close." Dave cradled me tightly in his arms, his strength was incredible! I was being crushed against his thin chest! All that power was a real turn on, I groaned in lust and pain at his crushing strength. Then Dave shifted his grip and lifted me over his head! One hand held my neck, the other my crotch, and he began pressing me up and down. I was thrilled at his power and surprised at how his scrawny arms lifted me so effortlessly, I began to get really aroused. "Cool it Dave!" Mike yelled, "We need to all put him over the top!" Dave lowered me, and then set me on my feet. "Sorry," Dave said sheepishly, "he's just such a perfect rush, he's the best so far." I stood shakily on my legs. "The others are out on the patio," Dave said, and led the way out there. We went through some open glass doors at the other end of the foyer and out on to the sun lit patio. There were two guys there, one was average height, 6'0", and build, he weighed about 180, no muscles, with red hair and fair freckled skin and glasses, with green eyes, he wore a shirt and tie and khaki trousers. "This better be worth it Mike," he said in a sort of wimpy voice, "I told the library it was a family emergency to get out of work." The other guy replied, "Cool it, Terry, if this guy is worth it you'll never work there again, and, if he isn't they'll not want to lose the best rare book guy they have." The other guy was the only non-nerd like guy there, like Dave and Mike he wore workout clothes, sweatpants and a t-shirt, but this guy had muscles. He was tall, about 6'6" with that lean hard build a lot of tall guys have. Defined muscles, but they're not big muscles. He had blond hair and blue eyes and wore a baseball cap backwards over his short haircut, he had a perfect jock tan. "Easy for you to say, Craig," Terry replied, "You guys all hacked your way into money, that job is all I have." Mike interjected himself before things got too acrimonious. "Guys, this is Luke, Luke this is Dave, Terry and Craig. We were all friends in school and have been pretty close ever since. Craig and Dave and I all made a bundle in computers. Terry was always into books, one day he saw this rare book of spells up for auction, he convinced us to buy it. He told us about one spell in the book and said he thought he could make it work. We said if he could do it we'd set him up with enough money he could collect books for the rest of his life and ditch the library. The rest you know, the spell worked, but it didn't, and the book disappeared. Terry has figured out through further reading that if we all completely sexually satisfy one guy and ourselves the powers will be ours to tap at any time." Mike looked at me and his eyes were filled with pain, "You have no idea how great these powers are, how addictive, we've only had a little taste of them and we're going crazy about not having full access to them, it's agony!" I really wanted to help them, boy, did I! But my rational side was still cautious. "What happens to me if we fail?" "Good question," Craig said, walking over to me, I looked up into his handsome face with its hard blue eyes and perfect cleft chin. "If you fail you'll be like all the others, you'll forget it ever happened, you'll think you had some fluke memory blackout." "And if I succeed?" I asked. Craig hesitated and looked at Terry. Terry replied, "I'm not sure, the old books seem to say that some unbreakable bond will be forged between us all, it's not too specific." "Like I'll be your slave?" I asked. "Or we yours," Terry replied, "We just don't know." Dave spoke, "If it works, Luke, you have my personal guarantee that I'll dump a shitload of money on you, you'll never want for anything the rest of your life." I looked around at them, they all had this really desperate look on their faces, the same one Mike had shown earlier. They were strong enough to rape me, hell, I might even enjoy that, but they wanted me to do this willingly. Who was I kidding? I couldn't wait to do this, I wanted them to lift and crush and flex and fuck my brains out!! "OK, I'll do it." Craig looked down at me, I was still standing in front of him. "OK," he said, "Let's get started." Craig grabbed me by the neck and lifted me off the ground until I was face to face with him!! God it hurt!! To lift you like that without choking you the guy has to have a big hand and be incredibly strong. Craig had big hands and was very strong, but it hurt!! His powerful hand was crushing my traps as he lifted me, my feet dangled off the ground, he had perfect control though, and I wasn't choking, although it was a little hard to breathe. Nevertheless, through the pain it was a real turn on, my feet dangled uselessly in the air, I could see Craig's biceps and forearm become more defined as he lifted me, my dick stirred. "Shit!!" exclaimed Craig, "he's even into the rough stuff!" I looked into Craig's arrogant handsome face, his blond hair bristled with its golden hues through the back of his backward baseball cap, he looked at me with his hard blue eyes and smiled, his even white teeth setting off his gorgeous cleft chin. "So you like it, Luke?" he asked in a husky sexy voice. I tried to speak, my voice was hoarse, to relieve the pressure on my throat I levered myself up on Craig's arm. With one hand I pulled on his lean hard forearm, my other hand pushed on his peaked biceps. Craig's muscles weren't big, but they were hard and defined. "You're one strong muscle stud!!" I croaked. "Yes I am!!" replied Craig, and with his left hand he grabbed my shirt and tore it off my body! The force of his shredding of my shirt yanked my hands off his arm and I swung by my neck from his right hand, but his right arm never stirred, it was like hanging from an iron bar. Then Craig grabbed my shorts and jock and ripped them off my body which swung like a pendulum again. Craig grabbed me by the crotch and shifted his grip on my neck and began pressing me overhead, face down. "Tell me what you think, you weak lift toy!!" he yelled. "Oh damn, you are so powerful Craig, you could lift me to the stars!!" I yelled back, as my dick hardened in his hand. Craig only grunted back, and I could see his sweatpants tenting up as he lifted me up and down. I noticed that all his clothes seemed tighter, his muscles were growing, maybe he was taller too! Craig seemed to realize that he could send me over the top if he continued, suddenly I was tossed through the air and caught by Terry. Terry was the wimpiest looking of them all, not only was he wearing a tie, dress shirt and pants, he had glasses on and a meek, bookish air about him. It was surprising therefore when he effortlessly caught me in his arms, cradling me like a baby. Terry extended his arms and began curling me up and down. He looked at my naked body, lying face up on his hands as he curled me. I was hypnotized by his intensely green eyes behind the round tortoise shell glasses, his red hair was like a fierce fire around his face. I suddenly realized Terry was staring at my dick! He desperately wanted to suck me off! He didn't dare, however, it would cause our experiment to fail if he got his wish right now. I knew I had to say something to excite Terry, get him growing. "Terry, because of you, we'll be able to tap in to ultimate power!" I yelled. The wimpy librarian liked that idea of being powerful, he curled me faster. I noticed his collar and shirtsleeves were tightening up, Terry replied, "You are my pathway to power Luke!" His voice sounded deeper, more powerful, sexy. Terry tossed me over to Dave, who caught me and lowered me to the ground. I stood in front of him, Dave was the same height as I, but thinner, my hair was curly and black, his black and straight, my eyes blue and round, his dark and slanted, my skin was white, his that Asian "yellow" tan. Dave embraced me, I immediately felt his superior strength, he was skinny, but he was strong, and hard. I was crushed against him and all of him muscle and bone, was stone hard. I struggled, it was useless, the breath rushed out of my compressed chest and I gasped for air. Dave kissed me full on the mouth and eased his grip. As I breathed in air I also inhaled his tongue and he gave my mouth a pulverizing massage with his powerful tongue. Then it seemed as if his tongue grew within me, snaking down my throat, was I imagining it? I began to choke, and then at the same time I was lifted an inch or two off the ground, and the leverage was coming from my mouth, his tongue was that powerful! Then, just as quickly, the feeling disappeared, maybe I did imagine it. I didn't imagine what I felt next, bulging growing muscles as I was crushed against Dave's body, muscles where before there was just scrawniness! Dave released me and stood me back at arms length from him. Prominent muscles now filled out his workout clothes! Where before he was thinner than I now he must outweigh me. "You're like my muscle mirror!!" I gasped, we were so alike yet so different. "Yeah, the before/after pictures, you and me," Dave grunted. "You guys are doing it all wrong!" Mike said, "I know what he wants!" He walked over and grabbed me under the armpits and began lifting me, just like he had in the gym. He was right, I did like this best, up and down he lifted me in his powerful arms. For the first time I actually saw the musclegrowth as it happened. Mike's arms writhed and flexed as the muscles grew. His chest began to fill out, the cleavage of his growing pecs at first clamping down, then stretching his t-shirt. Mike's legs, his quads especially, began flexing and relaxing, each time his sweatpants grew tighter around the growing muscles of his legs. I suddenly realized Mike was getting taller too. The ankles of his sweatpants were riding up on his peaked calf muscles and I was definitely further off the ground than I was. "Oh fuck, Mike, you growing, flexing, rock hard musclegod, flex and lift me!!" This really excited Mike, he fixed me with his puppy dog brown eyes, "OK you musclelift slut!!" he said, and he doubled the speed of his lifts and grew and grew until every muscle strained his work clothes and his sweatpants' ankles were almost at his knees. By now I was dripping precum and Mike didn't want me to blow, he tossed me to Craig. Craig was also taller, taller even than Mike was now, and his muscles strained his clothes too. Craig held me under my arms like Mike had, lifting me some more. "Fuck, you are a powerhouse of a slut for muscle!" he exclaimed. "And you are a growing, flexing, nordic, musclegod Thor for a muscle slut like me!" I yelled. With that Craig groaned and began to rip out of his clothes. His t-shirt ripped apart revealing two perfect rounded pec shelves, each as big as my entire chest! His arms tore apart what remained of his sleeves, each was as big as my leg! His peaked beer ball sized biceps could crush my quads like melons! Each of his legs equalled my whole torso in size and muscle and demolished his sweatpants. A curving, uncircumcised cock was revealed, dripping precum. Even Craig's head had grown in proportion to the rest of him, snapping the band of his baseball cap, which flew off and fell onto the patio, revealing his butch cut blond hair, he must be above 7'6" now! Once again, to keep the sexual power flowing, Craig tossed me to Terry. Terry, unlike Craig and Mike, had not grown in height, but he had bulked out freakishly. His chest was straining his shirt, his neck had so expanded with muscle that the knot of his tie had almost reached the end of its line, his dress trousers stretched so tightly over his legs they looked like spandex. Terry obviously wanted bulk over height and he was getting it. He began lifting me under my arms like Mike and Craig and almost immediately burst out of his clothes. Terry's pale freckled muscles were so big, so freakish compared to his six foot frame that he almost seemed bigger than Craig. Terry was also the only one with hair on his muscles. I normally like guys smooth but the red hair that carpeted Terry's muscles was the perfect accent to his freckled bulk. Thin in some places, thick in others, it really looked sexy, setting off his muscles and turning a wimp into a real macho man. "Oh, Terry, you hairy hunk of muscle love!!" I gasped, and his cut muscle rod stiffly saluted me as it pulsed precum and he tossed me to Dave. Dave remained my height, once again he began pressing me overhead like before, face down. I saw his muscles rip apart his clothes and he lowered me until I stood in front of him. It's strange to see someone your height with so much more muscle than you, particularly when you're only 5'9" like me. Dave wasn't more freakish than Terry, but he was so much more muscled than I was that it was fascinating. I couldn't resist, I reached out and touched his pecs with my hands, so hard, so big, so strong. Dave reached out and touched my much smaller pecs. We both rubbed each other's nipples at the same time and shuddered with sensual pleasure. His hands reached my small biceps as my hands touched his large and hard biceps, we shuddered again. The bond Terry had talked about was forming, Dave and I were in perfect sexual sync. "Come on, guys, it's my turn, don't rush things" Mike said, and grabbed me away, Dave let me go. Mike lifted me under my arms as before, but he held me more tightly and I sensed his strength more. Mike burst out of his clothes, revealing big, brown muscles, he had a well tanned skin. He was tall now, at least 7' 0", he smiled at me, revelling in his powers. "OK now, time for the final act!" Wordlessly the other guys gathered round, they, and I, seemed to know exactly what to do. Mike turned me around until I was face to face with Craig's chest. I gasped as Mike entered me with his long, cut dick, at the same time my face was thrust into Craig's pecs, which flexed around it. My head was buried in muscle. I tried to cry out and flailed about with my hands, my right hand met Dave's smooth chest and one of his arms, the other Terry's freakishly muscled chest and one of his arms. Their other arms reached down and their hands alternated massaging my dick and balls with well practiced power. The muscle gods pressed in about me compressing my body. Craig's dick was compressed between my thighs while Dave's and Terry's dicks humped the outside of my legs. Mike's dick was thrusting inside me, growing with power. We got down to a thrusting rhythm, I don't know how long it lasted, I do know we ended sprawled in the grass, Craig on his back, the rest of us still in position on top. It was the ultimate experience of muscle power. The guys would compress around me and I'd feel every surging muscle, every compressed dick, every pant of breath and power. Then, we began to rise!! In an incredible exhibition of strength Craig arched under us, lifting us from the grass. He'd arch, and relax, arch and relax, each time raising us higher. Finally, in one great thrust he stood up, his great arms reaching behind Dave and Terry and gripping Mike's iron arms, he held us all off the ground. That feat of strength did it. We came all at once, in great waves. Every muscle in that mass of muscle we were shuddered in ecstasy, it built on itself like a chain reaction orgasm, and we exploded with climax. Cum flew everywhere, hard muscles reached their ultimate definition and we screamed so loud I'm sure the cracked foyer window was our fault. Then we collapsed on the ground, almost senseless. When we came to the book of spells was between our cum-glued bodies. All the guys except me could now change their bodies at will. But I can read and use the book, something even Terry can't do. It's not really spells but a guide to using our skills for ultimate sexual pleasure. Growing tongues are the least of it. Five way sex is a lot of fun when bodies can grow to match it!! The End
  3. salvinoooo

    Supernatural Muscles

    Hi, this is the beginning of a story I wrote on another forum and I was going to post here too. The story is still incomplete, suggestions are welcome and as soon as I carry it forward I will post it here. Let me know for the moment what you think! p.s. sorry for my bad english but it's not my native language, i'm actually trying to improve;) ~Supernatural Muscles~ It was yet another trip for Sam and Dean. Just them, the road and the car. But this time the latter seemed to have abandoned them, in fact due to a breakdown they had been forced to stop on the roadside. Sam got out to check but Dean, tired and sweaty, remained seated. He thought of that glass bottle that Castiel had given him, to be used only in times of need. He had always kept it in his pocket ever since, and even though it wasn't a difficult time, he couldn't deny it was boring, so he decided to open that bottle and drink the sweetish contents. Dean felt a tingle go down his throat, travel his body and reach his still soft cock, and then a shiver go up his back. So Dean decided to call his brother. Sam couldn't believe his eyes: his brother's shirt was suddenly tightened, the veins in his neck were exploding and he could see the bulge between his legs. The collar of Dean's shirt was starting to tear, as were his sleeves. His very hard nipples were now evident and a six pack emerged. The veins in his forearms exploded as they grew thicker and more streaked covered in light fuzz, and his biceps continued to grow harder and taller. His legs were growing too, now they had filled his baggy jeans and his streaks were evident. His sexy, hairy calves were slowly emerging and his shoes tightened. Growing up his shirt was getting up revealing the lower part of his abdominals and the pulsating veins that rose from his cock, the tip of which was emerging from the pants that had opened in the meantime. It was weird for Sam, but in that moment he could feel something growing in his underpants as he watched his brother. He sat down on his legs, he felt Dean's cock growing under his ass, while his slammed his hard abs against him. He gave him a kiss and squeezed him tightly, as he felt his back getting wider and wider. They both moaned as their tongues met and the sweet taste of saliva flooded their mouths. Dean flexed his biceps by tearing his sleeves to shreds, leaving his huge manly arms completely uncovered. Sam pulled away from his lips and kissed his thick, veiny neck first, then began worshiping his growing biceps, kissing and licking them as they continued to grow. Meanwhile, the tear of his shirt had brought out his huge hairy pecs, so Sam began to suck and gently bite his nipples, hearing Dean moan. By now his precum was over his panties and wet Sam's ass. Dean's shirt had completely torn on the front of him, revealing his abs, which have now become an 8 pack. Sam leaned down to suck his abs one by one, then lick it and feel with his tongue how hard they were, tracing the path of his veins coming up from his cock. Sam unzipped his pants and let out his hard cock, which began to crawl into the crater between Dean's abdominals lubricated by his precum. By now Sam could no longer resist, so he moved to the other seat making his brother's cock wince. Dean's cock exploded tearing his underpants and what was left of his pants now torn to shreds by his huge muscular thighs. His cock was huge, veiny and wet, with a droplet of precum dripping from the top. It had a base of ash blonde hair like her hair that disappeared as it went up leaving a very shiny trunk with tight skin that revealed pulsating veins and a straight tip, hot and wet. Sam took the tip of that huge cock in his mouth for as long as he could, making Dean moan with pleasure. His mouth couldn't contain all that wonder, so he was forced to alternate between licking the shaft and sucking the tip. Dean couldn't take it anymore, he had to unload his huge testicles full of him. He grabbed Sam by the hair and pushed his head against his cock, almost choking him. His nose banged against his hard abs. Sam sucked all the precum that kept coming out of Dean's cock, making him enjoy like never before. After swallowing Dean's precum, Sam felt a shiver run down his spine. He felt his t-shirt tighten, his veins swell and his muscles tense. His great calloused hands filled with veins that rose along his striated forearms as they thickened, and so did his already large biceps exploding in size. His pecs grew to reveal her hard nipples through the shirt and his 6 pack became a beautiful 8 pack, covered in veins that joined towards his cock. His thighs were about to tear at her jeans and his calves turned like diamonds. His veiny, sweaty feet covered in hair were slowly coming out of his shoes. Sam pulled away from Dean's cock, got out of the car and motioned for his brother to follow him. I got out of the car their mouths joined in a deep kiss that was lost in their moans.
  4. hairymusclemorphs

    Demonic embrace

    This time something with a slower pace. Something more fantasy-driven. 01 The air was still fresh when I heard the rooster screaming on the other side of the village. I changed my clothes underneath my blankets, avoiding the freezing air inside my scrawny room. I was the only one left in my family. I always wanted to become a doctor. To leave the village behind. But there I was, left with a burden on my shoulders. I took care of what remained. Or rather I took care of who didn’t remain. I was a grave digger. I sewed up the death, made sure they looked intact for the church and their families. And afterwards I was the one who was digging the graves. My house was located far outside the village. They didn’t like the stench in the air when we cremated the bodies. I slowly made my way towards the oven in the second room, piling up the remaining wood before I ignited a small flame, setting up a small kettle to add a few herbs and leaves. I slipped into my dirty leather boots. The brief walk towards the outhouse felt like a torture in every aspect. until I finally hurried back inside, downing the remaining piece of bread along some cheese and milk. Our village was a small mountain village. It was probably the only reason, why it still existed after the demons started rising. At least that’s what they murmur. To be honest. I don’t believe in demons. I never saw one with my eyes. And no one in our village could describe one either. All they knew were rumors. Whatever laid beyond our village’s borders - We did not know. And perhaps it was better this way. I slowly got outside when I heard horses and a cart approaching. They didn’t even greet me. They just nodded before they lifted the huge body onto the table on my small workshop. They only said one thing: “Cremate him” before they left in their white robes. They were part of the church judging by their clothing. They left a bag with coin next to the entrance before they left. I glanced towards the man. He was covered in blankets. I was prepared for the worst when I slowly opened it up. Staring down onto his body. The man was massive. His muscles were sculpted and covered in black ink which formed large runes and glyphs over his entire body. It was unusual to see men who were that well fed. I slowly lowered the scalpel over his chest, ready to just tear his skin apart when his rough hand sprang to live and just wrapped around my wrist, holding it in place. I jumped, trying to pull away. I couldn’t… My eyes widened when I saw his eyelids open up. His iris was a dark glowing red when his massive cock which had to be above 6 inches soft just sprung to live. Slowly pushing up against his abs and pecs. I could see the skin rippling. His balls slowly pushing out while he slowly formed a grin on his lips. “Fucking puny humans” His voice was deep and intimidating. I was prisoned under his grip when he slowly got up to his full height. I was a runt compared to his size when he just glared down onto me. Pre was running down his shaft onto the dirty ground. His calves rippled out when his feet burst through the wooden planks underneath his feet. He had to weight a ton. His pecs slowly pumped outwards. The runes glowing all over his body when he locked eyes with me. I was paralyzed. I couldn’t talk when his hand just wrapped around my throat, lifting me off the ground like a ragdoll. I inhaled the air and his disgusting scent while I used al my remaining strength to kick him in between his nuts. He crunched slightly… And then I his grin widened. The ground slowly began to dive further away from me. I gulped for air while my hands were helplessly wrapped around his massive wrist when his growth happened. Hair started sprouting all over his chest and muscle. His cock started ballooning outwards. His nuts started erupting all over. I could here the pre splashing against the ground. My eyes widened when he kept growing into my wildest dreams. I felt my legs dangling in the air. I felt my own strength slowly leave myself. “P Please… I’m just a mere grave digger…” His head was grinding against the low ceiling by now. His eyes slowly glancing over my toned body. I was still young. Pumped from the rough work of carrying corpses around all day long. My muscles were clearly visible underneath my shirt… “I I don’t like those guys either!” I tried holding his gaze… But I couldn’t. His demonic eyes were like a bottomless pit. Devouring my soul in it. I could feel his cold hands slowly tracing over my pecs and abs before his demonic voice hummed through the air. “Finally a vessel without a priests exorcism runes all over him” A loud roar burst out of his throat when he tightened his grip around my throat. I panted when he slammed me into one of my walls. The air was pressed out of my lungs when his massive shaft just pressed up against my lips. His heavy bare feet just grinding against my bulge, making me even harder than I already was. “Come on boy…. Submit your soul to me and I’ll offer you the whole world” He towered above me. His musk was insane while my cock almost blew its load. I couldn’t see his face any longer… Just pure mass… Pure power…. towering right in front of me. I heard horses in the distance. Someone was coming… I could see the demon curse when he heard the distant galloping. I slowly ran my tongue over his monstrous salty shaft. “Take my body…. Become one with me” It was as if my sorrows vanished when his pre ran down my throat. I could hear his roar when he slammed his inhuman cock down my throat. It only took him three rough hip thrusts until his hot semen filled me up. My eyes widened when I heard it…. His voice in my head… His deep, booming voice right inside of me. I stared upwards onto his monstrous frame before his skin burst around the inked runes. Blue holy flames just bursting throughout the ink before his body vanished, pulverized into ash right in front of me. I coughed up the remaining ash… Panting when I heard the horses outside in the yard. “Kill him… Even if it means you have to kill the man. He’s probably already possessed” I heard the order. Felt the adrenaline pump through my veins when the low voice mused in my mind. “Let me take over for a moment if you wanna live” It was buried deep inside my head. I could feel the urge. How he tried to take control of my muscles. I was still frozen under shock when I heard steps approaching. It was a comfortable feeling in my mind. Almost like a door which opened up. A place to rest. A place to let go. A place to flee out of this situation. I didn’t answer in words. But the images that spun through my mind was enough to let him take over my complete body for the moment. . . Blood was churning throughout my body. My calves and quads rippled. The leather of my shoes just burst apart like paper when I kept growing bigger. Hair burst out over my pecs and abs. My arms got denser… Thicker… My feet broke through the wooden planks. “BACK UP” I heard the voices outside scream. My abs pumped out with even more mass and power. The muscle fibers inside my body got denser… Thicker… I could feel the sensation… My cock was pushing out. It felt like a fucking orgasm in my mind. I could see the whole scene. Yet I wasn’t the one who moved in this elegant way. A deep, dominant voice shouted throughout the fields. “I’M MORZOUL DEMON OF LUST AND DESTRUCTION” My mind was trying to process it all… But I was way too slow. My body just burst through the wall into the open. My muscles just growing even thicker. While I just strolled in their direction like a porn star. My cock swayed against my massive abs. Pre lubing all over my muscles when one of them just aimed a bow onto my chest. I wanted to scream when he unleashed the arrow. It just collided with my demonic mass. Wood splintered off my body when I could feel the ground underneath my toes. My calves rippling with mass and strenght. My quads pushed outwards before I charged through the open field like a rugby player with inhuman speed, pinning one of the big knights down onto the ground. I could feel the sensation of my cock grinding against the metal armor before my rough hands just pushed it apart like paper. It all happened way too fast when my rough hands pushed his glutes open before my cock just thrusted inside his hole. Splitting him up like a ragdoll before he pulled back out and went over towards the second stud. I wanted to stop him…. But I couldn’t. The lust took over… The pleasure… I wanted more… Before I slowly blacked out. The last thing I saw was my monstrous shadow… I was towering above their leader. Watching him beg for mercy while he couldn’t even scratch the skin of my muscles with his lance. . . Each kick of his legs against my nuts just made my growth worse… Made his situation worse…
  5. hairymusclemorphs

    On the wrong track

    1 University It was the first week in a new town. Lectures startet at eight in the morning. There I was, waiting for the classes to start. I was early. An hour early to be exact. I leant against the cold metal bench in the large hall. There were no other students around. Just a few workers and professors making their way throughout the great hall. It was late autumn. I was wearing a hoodie which was slightly too large for my frame. My jeans slightly lose, only held in place by a tight leather belt. I was average. I only stood around 6 feet and I couldn’t gain any muscle mass. I tried it for over three years, yet I never got any closer to my dream size. I slowly stood up, feeling the call of nature. Or in other words. I needed to piss and this place was a fucking maze. I slowly made my way through the large hall towards one of the dim lit hallways. It was slightly creepy to be all alone. The lights barely lighting the paths. It looked like it was pulled out of a postapocalyptic game. There even were a few hallways which were just blocked with wooden plates and a slightly shifted door with a sign. “Construction ongoing”. – For me it looked more like they just prepared to tear that whole place apart instead of repairing anything in here. I found the restrooms at the end of one of the corridors. It was pitch black inside before I found the scrawny switch next to the door. The lights buzzed in a yellowish color when I slowly made my way through the Anteroom where two sinks were mounted. The second room was also pitch black. The halogen lights needed a few moments, flickering for a few heartbeats before it showed the inside. Two pissuars were mounted onto the walls. This was definitely not the main restroom. There was no way that thousands of students would make all the way up to this place for a fucking stroll. I slowly came to a halt in front of the second pissuar next to the wall when I pulled out my 6 inches of cock. It wasn’t long but thick, even in soft state. I relaxed a little when I heard the beam splatter against the ceramic. I got nervous when I heard steps approaching. I tried hurrying up when the door swung open. I didn’t dare glancing towards the entrance. But it was enough to spot his physique out of the corner of my eyes. He was huge. If I was average… That man had to be a giant. I could smell the potent air. The musk filling my nose. I relaxed slightly. He was probably a construction worker based on his outfit. He took the spot right next to me. His arms were massive. I felt them grind against my side slightly. “Sorry man… Tight space in here” his voice was low. I felt it vibrating throughout the air. “Don’t worry” I heard my voice. It was higher than usual. Fuck… I couldn’t help it. I couldn’t relax when such a freak of a man towered next to me. I let out a slight sigh when I started shaking my cock to get rid of the last drips of piss when I glanced towards his package. He was packing… He had to tower somewhere around 7’5… more like 7’8… Fuck I was barely on eyelevel with his massive pecs. I couldn’t keep my eyes off his rough hands while he slowly started opening his fly. He forced his monstrous anaconda through the opening. It had to be above 10 inches… Fuck was he hard? The scent just got even stronger in the air. He let lose. His massive member grinding against the metal of his zipper. He was massive… And he wasn’t hard at all. I could feel my own cock harden full mast while my eyes widened slowly. His cock was massive enough that he didn’t need to stabilize it all. It just rested over his monstrous nuts. Hot piss blasting out against the cold ceramic when I realized… He was staring down at me the whole time. I tried fidgeting with my cock… Tried stuffing it inside my pants when he just wrapped his monstrous arm around my shoulders, pulling me in against his body. Right up against his musky pits. He was wearing a white tank top. His sweaty, hairy pits pushing against my face when I heard his low masculine voice vibrating throughout my body while he spoke. “Finally a fucking stud who likes what he sees” He pushed me in rougher against his side… “Come on boy… I know you’re here to study some shit… But deep down in your heart… You crave for muscle and mass” He ran his arm and hand slowly further down my back until I felt it squeezing my ass throughout my jeans. I couldn’t deny it…. “I I’m straight” I blasted out like an idiot when I heard his low chuckle… “Fuck boy… I don’t care if you are… But I know that you like what you see… Come on boy… Just admit it” He grabbed my hair with his rough hand before he pushed me to my knees. I was eyelevel with his monstrous shaft. I could see the veins. The outlines. The pubic hair which fought with his fly. The hot piss blasting against the ceramic while I couldn’t even see his face when glancing up. His massive pecs just blocking my sight. I could see his lower abs. A prominent happy trail leading down into his worker pants. “Y… Yeah…. I do”. He pinned me against his massive soft shaft. My cheek grinding against the hot skin while I felt the piss running through. Damn how much was he leaking… “I’m working on construction for years…. But you’re the first runt who is turned on by my stench… By my size… Damn boy you even crave to lick my hairy, sweaty nuts, don’t you?” I had no time for an answer when he pushed my lips closer to his massive mushroom head until he pushed his pissing member inside my mouth. My eyes widened slightly. I wanted to gag but he just pushed it further inside. Clearly getting aroused when I felt the blood pumping throughout his member. I felt the hot fluid rush down my throat. I just tasted his sweaty, musky shaft on my tongue. Feeling the hot sensation inside my throat when his hand started rubbing over my backhead. “Fuck boy… You really are a pervert…” My eyes widened when he rammed his cock further inside my throat. I barely could breath through my nose… His shaft slowly thickened, lengthening while a new sensation slowly took over. Pre started mixing with his piss before I saw his abs flexing… tensing… I heard low grunts when he let out a low moan. “Damn you really like Daddy’s shaft don’t ya?” He grabbed my backhead and forced me all the way down until my lips reached his hairy nuts… I wanted to gag but he didn’t give me a chance to… Instead he just pulled his hips back out and rammed his monstrous cock back in until my lips ran against his pubic hair. His musk was intoxicating. Hot pre was filling me up like a balloon. I skipped breakfast today… But I already felt as if I ate a whole weeks ration of food… “Cum for Daddy” His voice ordered when I felt his steelcapped boots pushing my hard cock down against the floor tiles. I wanted to moan… But he rammed his cock back in all the way. My eyes widened. Smelling his powerful musk when I heard voices outside… “Damn where’s mike…” My cock was exploding underneath his heavy boots before he unloaded his massive load inside my throat… My eyes wide… I couldn’t swallow it all. I tried… But fuck… I felt my gut pressed outwards… My hands cramped around his huge quads when I felt cum just running down my cheeks onto the ground and his shoes…. I felt as if I was drowning when he pulled it out. Just aiming his monstrous cock onto my body. Covering my whole frame with his jizz. I couldn’t talk… My throat was fucking destroyed by his freakish size… I just leant against the wall. Hot cum covering my hoodie and jeans before he slowly shook his monstrous cock to get rid of the last drips of jizz before he wiped his shoes clean against my jeans. “Call me Mike” his low voice boomed before he slowly made his way out. His musk was still in my nose when I heard his low voice in the distance. “I’m coming boys… Just had a piss” he slammed the door shut behind him. I stared down onto myself… I was covered in his thick jizz. I ran my finger slightly through a puddle, licking it off my sweater… But it was no use… I couldn’t go out like that, could I?
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