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Scene: How Sam and Aron Met Sam, a vision-impaired massage therapist, was making his way to his workplace, carefully navigating the familiar streets. However, with ongoing construction and the drizzle making the ground slippery, he found himself disoriented and stuck near a construction site. Aron, fresh from an intense workout and listening to music, spotted Sam struggling and decided to help out of kindness. Aron: “Hey, friend, do you need help?” Sam: “Thanks, I was just walking, and somehow I got stuck…” Aron: “There’s a lot of construction work around here; they’re always rerouting the streets. It can be a hassle sometimes.” Sam: “Especially on rainy days. Our sense of direction gets worse, and it’s even more troublesome.” Aron: “I get it. So, how can I help you?” Sam: “If you could let me hold your arm, you can guide me out.” Aron: “Like this?” Sam: “Wow, do you work out? Your arms are massive! I can’t even wrap my hand around your bicep!” Aron: “Thanks! I’ve been training for a few years now. My goal is to get as big as I can and compete in bodybuilding competitions. Sorry about the sweat—I just finished a workout, and it’s so hot today. My sweat might make you uncomfortable.” Sam: “It’s fine, I don’t mind. You’re already helping me; how could I care about a bit of sweat?” Aron: (Laughing) “Thanks, you’re a good guy. Hold on to my arm tightly, don’t let go.” Sam: “Got it… Could you flex your arm a little?” Aron (confused): “Huh? Am I walking too fast? Do you mean you want to stay closer to me?” Sam (nervously, his heart racing): “No, no, you’re doing great. I just meant… I’d like to feel your arm flexing…” Aron (with a bit of confidence): “Oh, I see. You want to feel the power of hundreds of pounds of effort, right?” Sam blushed deeply, nodding shyly. Aron let out a light whistle and slowly flexed his arm. Sam could feel the heat of the muscle beneath his fingers, tightening and swelling into a peak. Aron’s bicep felt like solid steel. Seeing Sam enjoy the sensation, Aron decided to give him a more immersive experience. Aron: “By the way, where are you headed?” Sam: “Can you take me to the massage centre next to the fire station?” Aron: “Sure, heading to relax a bit?” Sam: “No, I work there—I’m a massage therapist.” Aron, surprised, stretched his back: “Man, I could use a good massage right now.” Sam: “If you have time, you might find someone to help you there.” Aron thought about asking Sam for a massage. As this thought crossed his mind, a faint green glow appeared on his chest. His muscles began to swell, filling out his shirt. His arms, back, and chest grew larger, and his clothes started to strain, emitting soft creaking sounds. Sam noticed the changes in Aron’s body. His sweat became heavier, his scent stronger, and he even seemed taller. Nervously, Sam called out: “Are we… passing a bus stop?” Aron, lost in the rush of power surging through him, couldn’t hear Sam’s voice. His muscles continued to expand, and small tears appeared in his sleeves. Sam, now a bit frightened, gripped Aron’s growing arm tightly. The sound of fabric tearing echoed as his triceps, as large as bowling balls, burst free. Sam (alarmed): “Are you okay? Snap out of it!” Aron, however, didn’t respond, letting out deep, guttural growls. A sudden clap of thunder rang out as rain began to pour heavily. The thunderstorm snapped Aron out of his daze. The green glow faded, and he blinked, turning to Sam: “Let’s get to that awning up ahead to stay out of the rain. Follow me carefully.” Sam, unsure of what had just happened, was too stunned to speak. Aron wiped the rain from his forehead with his shirt, revealing his chiseled six-pack, and looked at his torn sleeves. Aron: “Looks like I’ll need to buy bigger clothes again.” Sam felt that Aron wasn’t aware of what had just happened to him, but he needed time to process it himself. Aron: “The rain’s letting up. Let’s keep going.” Sam: “Thanks, but I think I can make it to the massage centre on my own from here. You can head back now. Thank you so much!” Aron, surprised: “Are you sure you know where you are? We’re almost there.” Sam: “Yes, I can smell the bakery. We must be close to it, and the massage centre is nearby. I’m really grateful for your help. Goodbye!” Aron: “Alright. Turn left up ahead, and you’ll be near the fire station. My name’s Aron. Here’s my number—if you ever need help again, feel free to call me. What’s your name?” Sam: “Sam. My name’s Sam.” Aron: “Sam, it’s nice meeting you.” Aron shook Sam’s hand, his strong, warm grip reassuring. Sam: “Same here. Thank you, Aron!” Aron: “Take care, Sam. We’ll meet again, I’m sure of it.” Sam slowly walked toward the fire station, his mind swirling with thoughts of Aron. Aron, meanwhile, put on his music and watched Sam disappear in the opposite direction, lost in his own thoughts.Y

“Just need to connect the cord, pair the touch pad, and then sync it to our system and we should be all set to go!”, grinned Charlie. His red hair bounced across his forehead as he emerged from under the kiosk. “Hopefully this should help us rack in a few more tips huh?” His Australian accent was oh so charming to hear. Most guests, men and women, were always taken aback at the deep voice and accent reverberating out of the thin and lanky red-head. His black square framed glasses were definitely out of style but worked for him. Brushing part of his red bang, he kept his hair more on the shaggy side. Charlie liked to sport some light stubble on his face but nothing too thick. Amongst the limited staff, Charlie acted as the bonafide tech support and was definitely a hard worker. “It better bring in more! I need more spending money and these tips have just been low blows right after another. What am I supposed to do with a few dimes? I can’t even buy a candy bar in this economy. Besides, how am I supposed to fund my clubbing hobby?” Tanner groaned. The sun-kissed tan blonde hair man was sitting on the counter top, doing minimal to contribute as always. His polo was cradling his above average chest, a light sprawl of chest hair poking near the top. In contrast, his freshly clean boyish face contrasted from his smug personality. Innocent with a saucy side. “Please as if! You deserve the least of the tips! All you do is lean on counters and tables, trying to flirt with all of our guests! For the last time pick a shirt that is one size bigger no one wants to see your party hats! They’re going to poke someone’s eye out and cause us a lawsuit one of these days.” Hwan scoffed. He and Tanner had a sibling rivalry type relationship while working. Hwan typically kept Tanner in check and pulled him away by his polo collar, back to his work stations. Similar to Tanner, Hwan was athletic and spent time in the gym, but did not sleep there like Tanner. Hwan preferred to keep more of a swimmer’s build, toned and tight in the right places in his uniform. Tanner was more of a lifter and liked to show off his bulging arms and chest. Hwan would always tease Tanner to make sure to do leg day so he wouldn’t look like an upside-down Dorito. “Thank you Charlie for your hard work. I assume these two decided to just sit around and be nothing but “moral support” as per usual?” Marcos chided. He punched Tanner’s arm playfully and rummaged Hwan’s hair as he walked over to the newly installed addition to the kiosk. Marcos was the brand new owner of this small little coffee shop. Considered to be the “oldest” one of the group, if being “35” was considered old, the other men treated him as if he were the Crypt Keeper. Thick brown hair coiffed neatly on his head shined with hair product under the cafe lights, his polo tight on his chest and arms. He had a little bit of a belly in comparison to the other men, but he enjoyed a good meal. Marcos was always hearing Hwan and Tanner comparing new dieting tips consistently, their meal prep list, and the foundations of bulking. He would always tell them it’s not bad to have a little bit of bulk going on. No complaints were ever made to him! Besides who would want to cut out the joys of food! That was one of the reasons why he opened up his little shop. A welcoming environment, an inviting warmth to chat and bond of espresso and little pastries. Okay, maybe a bit more than just “little” pastries. Some came in different large sizes and Marcos always had to test them each morning for “quality assurance”. Some crumbs would always give him away as they would stick in his facial hair. Charlie was the only nice one, letting him know if he had a snack left in his beard for later. Meanwhile Tweedle Dum and Tweedle Dee would snicker and make mocking expressions. From an outsider's perspective, you would not think to find these four men to have such a close relationship, but you would be incredibly surprised. Initially, these four met while working at another restaurant. Hwan and Charlie were servers, Tanner was a bus boy, and Marcos was one of the supervisors that oversaw the shifts. It was always Marcos’ dream to be his own boss and run his own little business that he could call his own. Somewhere he could have a chosen family of his own. Originally from a small town in Italy, Marcos came to the United States when he was in his early 20s. Working odd jobs here and there, he developed his own skills and abilities into a supervisor. Wanting to bring a little piece of home with him, he finally succeeded in saving enough, receiving loans, and finding a small spot available for his cafe. Being the way the economy currently was though, rent was a pain in the ass to make but he managed to cut out a good deal with the landlord. Being from Italy as well, the two bonded over their childhood stories and what it was like immigrating over to the United States. Taking the opportunity in that moment, Marcos showcased his own roast of espresso he had been working to perfect for years. Pairing it with a pastry he hand-baked himself while sharing the story of the two’s taste palettes, the landlord was taken back on a trip to his favorite spots back at home. Needless to say, that small little “bribe” was enough to seal the deal between the two men. Paired with a nice cut to the rent and the building Marcos’ business was now occupying being a little older, most of his worries were gone for the most part. To keep his business special, he opted to work with local businesses and farms to provide the ingredients and necessities needed to have great quality in his products. For staff, he already knew he wanted to take the three other men with him away from the restaurant they were working in. Management was not great and he knew he could help take care of the young guys better. In celebration of the business surviving three months with no problems, Marcos decided to add another little finishing touch to help support his staff. Although Tanner was a bit of a flirt and air head, he was a good kid. Hwan was diligent in his craftsmanship and was a hard worker, but he would often get distracted with Tanner and fool around. Charlie was for sure an ace to Marcos. Not only tech support, but tried to withhold standards and great business practices. Plus, he was the de facto wrangler, always making sure Tanner and Hwan were doing what they needed to do. All in all, they all worked well and great under pressure and catered to all of their guests! Quite frankly, most of their clientele was male. Rumors of four hot guys in tight polo’s at a small little coffee shop spread like wildfire in certain communities. Finishing booting up the application on the kiosk, the celebration gift to them all was finally up and running. Most applications were somewhat pricey to install and reading the reviews, did not give the best output. After extensive research, Marcos came across a brand new app that received great reviews, albeit there were minimal statements on it. Listed on a reddit page and a few links later, “Our Pleasure” was now installed onto the kiosk for tips and gratuity, for great hospitality. Booting it up, the four men stood around to receive coaching on how it worked. Charlie tapped the application and the words “Our Pleasure” in a white font surrounded by pastel pink lit up the screen. ~Welcome and thank you for installing “Our Pleasure”, a new way to receive tips and gratuity that can increase your growing revenue and joy! This application is still working out a few kinks, but if any glitches or trouble arises, please use the contact number supplied under Settings. Charlie tapped the screen and the message faded. More text faded in like a power point transition. ~Tutorial: Please supply the names of the Staff you would like to enter to receive tips and gratuity, then follow up by selecting one of the icons to represent them! It seemed simple enough. Charlie went first as he was already operating the application. Adding his name and then scrolling through the options were a bunch of cute little cartoon animals. They had little designs on them and you could customize them a little bit. Settling on a Horse, Charlie made the mane more reddish in color to match his own hair while adding a cute little pastry hat onto its head. Tanner took the reins next, inputting his name with a slight little spelling mistake that got Hwan to insult him before he fixed it. His larger fingers pounded on the digital keypad and began to scroll through the different options. “There’s too many to pick from! How am I supposed to decide?” Tanner groaned. Hwan interrupted, “Just pick the peacock, you’re always pruning yourself like one and trying to show off. Hurry up and be done with it.” Tanner conceded and scrolled backward to the peacock, adding a little apron onto it. “Now that wasn’t so hard, was it?” Hwan grinned at Tanner, resulting in Tanner rolling his eyes. Putting in his name, Hwan already knew what animal he wanted to select as he saw it earlier when the other two men were scrolling through. An otter! Perfect fit! Hwan enjoys cuddling and is a swimmer, it was a perfect match. Hwan put some little rosy cheeks onto the otter and a little coffee cup on top of its head. “Your turn boss, you’re the last one!” Charlie looked over to Marcos who was enjoying seeing the men get excited over his newest idea. “I’m your boss, I don’t need tips. It’s all for you guys. That’s why I wanted to get something like this installed.” “Don’t be a party pooper boss, you help out equally enough. Besides, there is probably a setting to get rid of or limit the tips you receive. Just add yourself on for some recognition and reviews at least.” Charlie smiled, doing his best to convince Marcos to join in with the others. Tanner and Hwan grunted and nodded their head yes in agreement, following Charlie’s lead. “Fine, if I don’t I know what you three are capable of. You’ll annoy me to no end or make me a little profile without my consent anyways. Might as well have a crack at it. Alright let’s see…” Marcos tapped to make his own profile. Setting himself up, he looked in the setting’s tab and did not see an option to limit any tips or gratuity. There was no harm in just splitting whatever he made into thirds and adding it onto the next paycheck for each guy. That way Marcos would still participate while also giving back to the boys. Scrolling through the options, Marcos was coming to realize that Tanner was right. Lots of choices to choose from and they all did look super cute. “Alright boys, what do you think I should go with? You better help me out since you’re making me do this.” Marcos looked over to the three men. “You give off Papa Bear energy ya know, so maybe the bear? You always watch over us and call us ‘your boys.’” Tanner shrugged. “You do also enjoy your alone time working in the office and staying after hours. Always never wanting to accept our help either, so the wolf could also work for you too.” Hwan spoke up after pondering the choices. “You two think too one dimensional.”, Charlie sighed, “If we think about the boss as a whole, he is always someone that we can look up to in our time of need. It might be cute to pair that with the giraffe.” Considering all three options, Marcos liked all three equally. It was flattering to hear the reasoning behind each selection the different boys thought of. It was kind of cute that they all thought about him in different ways, even if Hwan’s reasoning had a bit of a sassy undertone in it. That was just the usual though. “You all make good cases, however one of you put in a little extra oomf into their reasoning, and for that I will go with...drum roll please…” Marcos began to pat the kiosk like a drum. Hwan and Tanner matched what he was putting down and began to bang extra loud to keep up and outdo the boss. “Giraffe! Congratulations Charlie. Also Charlie was the ONLY person to HELP with installing this app as a bonus. Points for creativity as well.” Charlie grinned smugly, looking over at the two jock’s. Tanner huffed while Hwan stuck out his tongue. “As for decoration, I don’t really care. I’ll let you three decide. Nothing inappropriate though Tanner and Hwan. I’m leaving Charlie in charge of you both while I finish doing the receiving out back that you two were supposed to be helping with.” Marcos waved, while sassing Hwan and Tanner. “But like, why are you trying to make us work? Specifically me, I am too pretty to work.”, Tanner leaned back onto the counter, staring up at the light as if he were ready to receive a bucket of water over him. “This is exactly why I said you are a peacock. Now go help the boss out. You left me yesterday to do it alone too and you gotta pull some weight around here. Not only at the gym.” Hwan quipped. “I’ll leave the app to you Charlie. If there’s any bugs or odd things about it let me know. Otherwise, it’s almost showtime!” ===================================================================== Just like that, the store was ready to go! Trying to keep some of the culture from his home, the coffee shop was only open for a few hours a day. Nothing like your average 12-16 hour joint that kept the poor employees as chained prisoners. Having the limited staffing also helped with the limited hours. To compensate, the money that Marcos was saving from rent did help balance out the wages each of the boys were receiving. Each man was making more than the minimum wage and also at a competitive rate from other joints around. Many argued it was not a great business practice to Marcos and that he may find himself going under, but this was something he held to a higher degree. Each of the boys also were aware of their hourly rates and often went out of their way to help Marcos out whether on the clock, off the clock, on a day off, or checking up on him when he was off. Marcos loved his boys. Typically, each guy was not needed at 5 AM to begin their shift, but because of the app installation and walkthrough, all four men were in the house before opening the doors at 8 AM. Charlie continued to fiddle with the app and the settings to see if functions properly worked or if there were special questions needing answering before continuing with tips and gratuity. Grabbing one of the testing gift cards Marcos had set aside to practice transactions, Charlie got to work. With Tanner helping Marcos with receiving and Hwan away to set up the bar, Charlie was left to his own devices in front of house. “Let’s see here, let’s start with Tanner.” Charlie clicked the peacock symbol and it lit up, a purplish-green hue surrounded it. Moving up to the top of the screen, the peacock flew upward, revealing gratuity options. ~ How much would you like to tip today? 0% 10% 15% Custom Charlie tapped the 15%. Which of the following funds would you like it to be provided toward? A Fund - B Fund - C Fund - H Fund - L Fund - M Fund - P Fund - S Fund - T Fund Raising an eyebrow, Charlie had no idea what this even meant. At every other establishment, you would just click the percentage, tap or insert a card, and then go. This was probably one of the kinks the application mentioned early on. Clicking the cogwheel in the upper right hand corner, Charlie was trying to see what these “Funds” could mean. Taking a few minutes to gander, he ended up with limited information. It was an option to toggle some of them on and off, but for testing measures, Charlie decided to leave them all on for now. Shrugging he waved his finger across each one before randomly landing on one. “C-Fund it is then.” Tapping the card, the gratuity went through the peacock fluttering down with a little animated “Thank You” beside it. Onto the next! Selecting the otter, a light brown hue surrounded it. Upon tapping the furry little critter, it swam in a circle before rising up to the top of the screen. ~ How much would you like to tip today? 0% 10% 15% Custom Charlie tapped the 10% this time. Which of the following funds would you like it to be provided toward? A Fund - B Fund - C Fund - H Fund - L Fund - M Fund - P Fund - S Fund - T Fund Playing the previous little game of eeny meanie miny moe in his head, Charlie’s finger landed onto a different fund this time, the “T-Fund ''. Once again, Charlie tapped the card and it went through no problems at all. Rubbing its blushing cheeks, “Thank you” was animated by the otter. Okie-dokie now for the bosses turn. Seeing the decked out giraffe with sunglasses, an apron, and a top hat got a kick out of Charlie. A yellow-ish hue surrounded the animal before it’s neck stretched upward and its body followed suit to the top of the screen. ~ How much would you like to tip today? 0% 10% 15% Custom Curious, Charlie tapped Custom. A new keypad opened up where he could select the percentage of what could be added that differed from the base settings. He thought his boss deserved something special, so he picked 20% to sweeten the pot. Which of the following funds would you like it to be provided toward? A Fund - B Fund - C Fund - H Fund - L Fund - M Fund - P Fund - S Fund - T Fund Not wanting to use the same two received by Hwan & Tanner, Charlie pondered and decided to randomly select the A Fund. Starting off the alphabet and starting off the business, it was a great coincidence. Pushing onto the A-Fund the 20% gratuity made its way to the little giraffe. Last but not least, it was finally Charlie’s turn. Picking his decked out, luscious red-maned horse, it had a beige hue. Galloping up to the top of the screen, the all too familiar prompt displayed itself. ~ How much would you like to tip today? 0% 10% 15% Custom Although tasked to test out the tipping system, Charlie felt kind of bad to give himself too much. Especially since he was dividing up the small funds on the gift card between the four men anyhow. Morally, he selected the 10% option. He felt better about that. Now for the funding selection. He already tried three of the options so far, repeating any of the ones selected prior would defeat the purpose of finding any kinks in the system. Charlie settled on the P-Fund. Upon completion of the transaction, Charlie felt a slight vibration tingling from somewhere on his body. A little bit of tingling almost like a slight little zap or maybe even static enveloped him, but he couldn’t quite figure out where.. Continuing to last for a few seconds, Charlie realized it was coming from his groin. He could feel himself getting a little chub, the front of his pants growing a tad bit stiffer and tighter. Nothing too obscene, but just enough to make a difference to himself. Just as the feeling had appeared, it had vanished. Adjusting himself, Charlie sighed, getting horned up at work again? He had jacked off the night before and didn’t expect to be getting horny again. It was barely 8 AM the last time he had checked the time! Setting aside the gift card, an exclamation point appeared on the cogwheel. It continued to bounce up and down, doing its best to alert the user in front of it. Cocking his eye toward the bouncing little symbol, Charlie decided to finally pay it attention, tapping it to quell its insistent hopping. Scrolling down the previous options he had investigated, he noticed nothing too out of the ordinary other than a new section that had seemed to unlock. Odd, he could have sworn the tab wasn’t there earlier. It was labeled “Analytics”. Each of the cartoonish animal emoticons were filed under this new section. Tapping over each one, it showed the current percentages of gratuity received in the latest hours. Glancing it over, the peacock had 15%, the otter had 10%, the giraffe had 20%, and lastly the horse had 10%. Nodding, the math seemed to check out to Charlie. The analytics were graphed by each hour. Adjusting the parameters, Charlie switched the times to when the kiosk was operational, which only lasted until 3:00 PM. As mentioned previously, with a small shop and staff, the hours were not too long. Opening up a side tab on the same page, Charlie noticed that some numbers that were not percentages seemed to be a tad bit different for each guy. Not only that, Charlie realized some of his own personal information was listed on his “profile”. At least, from what he could make of it. ~Analytic Function: Perspective Age: 24 H: 6/0 M: Light P: 7.64 Interesting, looks like his age has already been input into his profile. Had he put it in when he was creating his profile? Maybe he had…it was a little hard to remember. Being a bit scatterbrained at times Charlie just accepted he put the information as a force of habit. “H”, “M”, and “P” though… that was different. Very vague as well. Perhaps he could get an idea after checking out the other “profiles”. Age: 23 H: 5/11 M: Tone P: 6.0 Age: 26 H: 6/1 M: Above Average P: 7.5 Age: 35 H: 5/9 M: Stocky P: 6.5 Must just be a lot of business jargon or other mumbo jumbo that was automatically listed under everyone’s profiles in accordance with the analytics with their tips. Age being the odd one out Charlie thought, but not unusual he supposed. Swiping out of the section, he moved back to the toggling aspects available for each of the men. Counting a total of nine funds was way too many, and considering the fact he had no idea what each one could even stand for, eliminating them would cause less confusion for guest’s. Tipping should be easy, and not everyone is tech savvy. Pushing his glasses off his nose and rubbing his eyes, Charlie was hoping this would be the last thing he would be doing on the app for today. His eyes were beginning to strain and he still had the rest of the work day to get through. Taking in a deep breath, holding it in, and exhaling (looks like those modules the boss had him sit through were actually used for something), Charlie got back to work. ~Funds have been removed, would you like to keep the current selection? H Fund - M Fund - P Fund Charlie selected yes. ~Funds have been removed, would you like to keep the current selection? B Fund - P Fund - T Fund Charlie selected yes. Hopefully whatever these funds that Charlie kept unlocked on Hwan’s profile would be okay with him. Granted, Charlie thought Hwan wouldn’t really mind. ~Funds have been removed, would you like to keep the current selection? A Fund - C Fund - L Fund Tapping the selected yes button once again, Charlie was glad he was almost done. As long as Tanner was receiving tips in one form or another, Charlie thought he probably wouldn’t care what funds he left open. ~Funds have been removed, would you like to keep the current selection? A Fund - C Fund - S Fund Pondering for a moment, Charlie thought about adding one extra fund for his boss. He was in charge after all, then again he said he was not really accepting tips anyways. Perhaps he could add on an extra fund later down the line for everyone. Testing the waters for a few days wouldn’t be so bad. Saving all the changes, the app configurations seemed to all be settled. For now at least. A little pinwheel took center stage on the screen, with animated text reading “rebooting”. A little zap and pop sounded off from the kiosk, like static. The screen’s pastel and text welcomed the next user. Looks like a job well done to Charlie. Leaving the kiosk and heading over to the whiteboard to oversee what tasks were distributed to the guys today, Charlie adjusted his pants one final time, fixed his glasses, and set out. Over at the kiosk, with no eyes to gaze upon the screen, the four cartoon animals glowed with their respective hues.

I have a huge backlog of muscle fic and I’m tossing out a handful of fresh first chapters to see what sparks your interest. The ones with the most likes and comments will get second chapters, so your input is going to be steering the stories that grow. I'm looking for feedback, what you liked, and what didn't do it for you. Thanks for helping me level up on the muscle fic learning curve. __________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Hunter’s fingers skim Rex’s pec, but his eyes catch on the massive, silent shapes behind him — the hulks of old Humvees and half-rusted tanks. He breathes in a mixture of Rex’s sweat, and the dry Texas air thick rust and old oil. Behind them, the Boneyard looms, massive machines left to stand like ancient titans, each one marking where power once lived, and still waits. Like Rex’s muscle coiled under his fingertips. He nips Rex’s muscled pec, darting his tongue out to taste the warm skin. And muscle. So much muscle, bared for him, sidetracking him from his mission. “What is this,” he smiles soft, more to himself than Rex. “Are you….bigger?” He nips at the edge of Rex’s pec, his teeth grazing the muscle barely covered in thin white cotton. He’s testing the muscle beneath, trying to feel just how much of it there really is. Rex rumbles, and Hunter feels the smile forming on the quiet lips up above his head. The muscle he’s savoring pushes out, slowly, nudging his teeth. Rex. Hunter senses the silent challenge inside Rex’s calm. This is Rex. The edge of his fingers graze over Rex’s arm, and his mind flicks to the shapes around them — armor-plated giants, silent and caked in rust, waiting to be brought back to life. One way or another. He moves up and finds bare skin at Rex’s collarbone. Skin over a huge mound of delt muscle, pulsing in silence, waiting to be licked. Hunter flicks his tongue out, tasting the warmth of Rex’s skin, the faint salt and heat. The soft tunnels of veins pushing up on his tongue tip, the softer side of power in Rex’s living landscape of muscle. Hunter lands each small dart of his tongue just enough to feel the texture of this muscle — so solid, so damned real under his mouth. Hunger for this man buzzes in his body. Hums in Hunter’s teeth. “God,” Hunter huffs, his breath hot against Rex’s chest, “I could eat you alive, you know that?” Hunter feels big hands curling around his ass, and then a hard, powerful hike directly into Rex’s hipbone. Heat flares inside Hunter’s body, making his teeth tingle. Rex growls, deep and low. “This better not turn into vore. You start that up, I'm hulking out on you.” Hunter stops licking. Heat from Rex’s pulsing hard chest warms his lips. He pulls back. “Wait a second. You…you… can hulk out?” Rex’s biceps quiver and push into Hunter’s shoulders. Rex leans down, a sparking glint in his eye. “Try me, sweetheart. You push it, and I’ll show you exactly what happens when I get bigger.” Hunter’s eyebrow arches, his grin spreading against the solid wall of pec muscle. He squeezes Rex’s pec, hard. “Oh, so there’s a bigger you? Where’s he been hiding?” Rex’s pec hardens and pushes him off. Rex cocks a half-smile, leaning in close. “You think this is my final form?” “I hope not.” Hunter finds Rex’s nipple and bites. Hard. Rex grunts. “Really hope not.” Hunter smiles next to Rex’s pec, blows out a puff of warm breath onto the smooth, veined skin. Hunter licks and bites the shirt-covered delt. There’s enough meat here. Plenty. He sinks his teeth in, slowly, grading his pressure. “Jesus, Hunter.” Rex’s voice drops rough, as Hunter bites muscle, hard, and rakes his fingers into Rex’s lats. “Unngh. You sure you can handle all of me?” Hunter feels the dense warm weight growing in his hands as Rex shifts back, pressing into the Humvee. A low creak hums through the metal, just a whisper—but Hunter feels it, the solid mass of Rex settling firm behind him. “Full… Rex.” Hunter’s smile widens, fingers moving up and pressing deep into the warm, solid swell of Rex’s pec. A little chaos never hurt anybody. “Full Rex, huh? You’re talking a big game right now, but…are you all pump and no pop?” Rex’s eyes narrow. He flexes, just enough to press Hunter’s hand on his chest back, muscle everywhere swelling up. The hard pec bumps against Hunter’s chin. Hunter grins, savoring the feel of Rex — all hot, bothered, and pumped up. Rex chuckles. “Careful, Hunt. I might just show you what ‘hulking out’ really looks like.” Hunter’s pulse kicks up. He’s trying for casual. “Yeah? Are you just going to… expand right here? Break physics, crush the whole damn hummer?” Rex tilts his head, his gaze drilling into Hunter in the way Hunter loves. “You keep testing me, and yeah. You’ll find out.” He flexes again, the shirt straining, threads barely holding. I don’t believe you. But please prove me wrong. Nip, hard. Nip, harder. A mouthful of Rex’s muscle presses up against his teeth, pushing Hunt’s head up and back. Hunter hangs on, but it’s not easy with so much power locked between his teeth, busting to break out. Rex growls. Mmmmm. “For me?” “It's just....I can't really—” Not the answer I want tonight. Hunter seeks the next muscle to bite. Hmm. Hmm. Big pec, delts so big and juicy round they’re begging for Hunt’s teeth. But what’s next? He grazes his lips over Rex’s delts, over the capped shirt sleeve, and finds fresh soft skin over big hard muscle. As he traces his path over Rex’s arm muscles, Hunter’s eyes scan the rows of vehicles, the armored giants looming resting in silence. Somewhere in this wall of metal sits the little piece of gold he’s after, a black box brick waiting for him in the guts of an armored Humvee. Hunt flicks his tongue out, then bites into a mountain of muscle. Ahh. The bicep under his teeth pulses, and hardens, pulses, and hardens. Hunter’s cock wakes up, warming, pushing against his jeans. Rex’s eyes glint with fire that Hunter likes. “Hunt? Keep pushing, and I’ll make sure you feel every inch of me.” A big hand cups him below, firm and warm, holding him steady. Heat builds from the pressure, and deep, steady pleasure rises up into his body. Hunter’s heart hammers. He presses himself into Rex’s body, and grazes his teeth off Rex’s pumping peakt. He skims his warm breath along Rex’s bicep vein, this vein already pumping bigger, already roused from his first bite. Hunter knows that agreeing outright might bore the hell out of Rex as much as it might draw him in. He whispers, “Promises. Big promises.” Goading Rex, real good. He drags his fingers down Rex’s chest, letting his nails just graze the shirt’s already-stretched fabric. Rex’s gaze darkens with heat, and suddenly, he flexes — not just a little. His shoulders roll back, pecs swelling under the tight fabric, pressing into Hunter. Hunter pushes back and rubs his body into Rex’s pumping muscles—thighs, abs, pecs and lats. Rex’s his traps are rising up, pushing against Hunter’s hand, hard. The white undershirt fabric strains, the threads popping somewhere Hunter can’t yet see. Hunter splays his finger wide over Rex’s growing pec, feeling this muscle in his hand pumping and growing with each pulse. It’s not just growing. Hunter feels the muscle growing more dense, more grainy. Thicker first, before Rex grunts, and it surges forward at him. “Oh, fuck,” Hunter snorts, his cocky grin vanishing as Rex’s biceps press outward, filling every inch of space around them. His hands barely cover a fraction of the muscle expanding beneath his fingers. Heat is rushing from his ass up to his neck, catching him off guard. He can feel his thoughts slipping, this sudden arousal hitting him faster than he can brace for it. “Yeah,” Rex growls, his voice full of his own heated pleasure. "Feel me grow." Rex flexes hard under Hunter's palm, the muscle pushing up, with hard density and veins pulsing up with each flex. Rex flexes again. Hunter shivers, heat from the diamond tip of Rex's growing muscle searing through his hand, into his arm, into his body. All the way to his dick. Hunter has to close his eyes shut and groan, just to withstand the heat, the power. Hunter feels Rex's warm wet tongue lapping the muscle around his shaking, gripping hand. Getting off on his own growing muscle. "Mmmm. Feels good, doesn't it?" Rex flexes again into Hunter's palm, and swelling solid and hot under Hunter’s fingers. Rex grips his own pec, squeezing tight, and it looks huge, bigger than when Hunter squeezed it. Rex leans in, close enough that Hunter feels the vibration of his voice. “Still think I’m all show?” Hunter swallows hard, and doesn’t back down. “Oh, hell no.” He snorts, watching Rex’s muscles pulsing against the metal. “But if you keep going…” Hunter’s hand presses into Rex’s chest, fingers testing the hard muscle beneath. “I might not need....my tools to bust into this Humvee.” Rex’s laugh rumbles low, a knowing sound that sends a shiver through Hunter. He leans back just enough, a smirk spreading across his face as his hand grips Hunter’s ass, squeezing firm. “Hold on, Hunt.” His fingers press in, digging deeper, kneading, his fingertips points of heat burrowing into Hunter’s ass muscles. “I don’t turn army green. Or camo. But, thing is, once I get going? I can’t control this.” Rex pauses, letting Hunter feel him. “All this muscle in my face, already,” Hunter brushes his mouth on Rex’s cotton-covered pec, “you’re making me hungry.” Pressing a kiss against the dense muscle, Hunter bites down, hard as hell. Rex groans. His hands tighten on Hunter’s ass. Hunter gasps, can’t help it. He sucks in a breath of air through his nose. Rex’s voice drops, low and thick and strained. “Hope you brought an appetite, ‘cause I’m just getting started.”

Here’s something a tad spookier for Halloween. I’ll be diving into some fetishes I haven’t really experimented with but know that I like, such as size theft, which I am not super familiar with. I hope you enjoy exploring it with me. I'm already working on future parts so hopefully I'll have them up within a few days. This is just something to whet your appetites. Again, I'm shit at editing, so grammatical mistakes may abound. *** The Deal (Part 1). Zaid knew this would be a good fuck. The other man was gorgeous. Handsome and powerful, beautiful and strong. His tanned skin looked slightly red in the dim light of his bedroom and Zaid thought that made the situation even more erotic, more passionate and potent. As Zaid held the man close his fingers roamed the his form and they discovered a hard, sculpted body. They had both stripped off their clothing except for undergarments and it was apparent that he kept himself in excellent shape. Not bulky, but built. Broad shoulders tapered down to narrow hips that fit beautifully inside Zaid's palms as they gripped him. Both their moans escaped on the airwaves in low tremors of pleasure and desire. The other man lay under him and accepted everything he had to offer. He was clearly experienced and already looked to be opening himself to Zaid. It had only been two hours ago when Zaid first spotted him in that crowded nightclub. The thumping music still pulsed through him. Only a half hour ago they had exchanged pleasantries before leaving together, both knowing what they wanted to do to each other once they got alone. Zaid's relished the contrast of his dark skin against the gorgeous crimson tinted tan of the stranger's hard body and felt his dick harden fully for the first time of the evening, straining against his briefs. The man's long dark hair splayed out on the satin sheets and Zaid bent down to inhale his prey's scent. "God you smell so fucking good." He whispered into the stranger's ear. "Mmmm...I know. But thank you..." came the reply, sultry and sweet. Zaid's hands ran up along the smooth expanse of the stranger's chest and he could feel every striation of muscle beneath the hot flesh. Zaid was no stranger to fitness and the two men were close in size and development. Fit but not overly muscular and wide but not huge. It was a nice middle ground that Zaid had built for himself, but he was always wanting more. Needing to get stronger and bigger. The constant need fueled him on through in everything that he did. His profession, his hobbies, his passions. All culminated to try and bring himself closer to his goal of becoming a peak display of masculinity. Including this fuck, it would be wonderful cardio. The stranger turned his head again and locked eyes with Zaid. He knew it would be time soon. The red tinted man with hair like curling shadows suddenly removed Zaid's hand from his luscious hips and removed his own boxers, revealing his manhood. It was hard and leaking, close to seven inches and slightly curved upwards at the end, deliciously plump. Zaid stared as the stranger raised one knee up towards his torso and leaned back exposing his puckered hole. "Damn you really do know how to turn a man on." Zaid said as he slipped his fingers underneath his brief's and finally revealed his own cock. He felt himself throbbing at the mere sight of his lover for tonight. Eight inches long and uncircumcised, already dripping from his tip and incredibly sensitive. In the dim light it looked even darker than it usually did, like onyx. Zaid grabbed himself at the base and stroked to the tip, producing a huge amount of precum to slather against his partner's hole, lubing it up before he dove in. The handsome devil chuckled, a deep low sound, and spread himself wider for Zaid's eventual penetration. "I am all yours, beautiful. Make me scream." Zaid was as taught as a bow string, ready to push into this man's warmth and heat. He gripped himself harder and lined up to the beckoning ass and slid inside smoothly and powerfully. It felt like heaven. A delicious warmth spread over his manhood as it disappeared further and further into the handsome mystery man. His face was tense but delighted, enjoying every second of pleasure that was rocking his system. Zaid made sure to take his time and open him deliberately before he took off to the races. Couldn't risk hurting him. At least not yet. "Fuuuuuck..." Zaid whispered and then moaned loudly as he hilted himself fully. The mystery man looked insatiable. His smile wide and gleaming. He started pushing his body upward against Zaid, encouraging him to start fucking, wasting no time to get to his pleasure. His heavy voice was lilting and musical as Zaid took him with slow and tantalizing thrusts, vocalizing his approval for everything the dark skinned god above him was doing to him. The man's dick looked like it was rock solid and hard enough to crack diamond. Zaid loved watching him squirm as he thrust into him hard and deep, tensing and coiling as his pleasure ramped upward. He leaned down and captured the stranger's mouth in a kiss and drank in his lust like wine. Suddenly Zaid began to feel a hot sensation in his gut, burning and strange, as the two men's fucking reached a fever pitch. It spurred him onward and made him feel alive. Electric. Like lightning was racing through him. The man he fucked looked equally energized and in fact looked revitalized. Reborn, almost. His dark eyes and darker hair were intoxicating and Zaid felt himself lost inside them, staring into those portals into the abyss. His moan's were deeper now, full of a bass tone that reverberated throughout his body. "You truly are gorgeous. Strong and hard. Filling me so well. I can't get enough of this. I need more of you." His voice was quiet, but it was all Zaid could hear. The stranger brought legs up around him and beckoned him further like a monster trying to ensnare its prey, his grip tight and deliberate. Zaid groaned and accepted the new position, climbing on top of the gorgeous stud and enveloping him fully, still thrusting heavily. They were so close now he could feel the man's heat radiating out like a furnace and Zaid began to sweat from the contact. The strange feeling returned again, building slowly. A coil that was being wound tighter and tighter in his stomach as he exhausted all his energy fucking the man beneath him. No matter how hard he tried the bastard he was inside of just clenched him tighter, determined to hold out from cumming for as long as possible, never ceasing his own movements backward against Zaid's relentless pounding. Something was different. But nothing was wrong. Zaid was in a frenzy now. He loved every second of this sex. It was purely primal. He fucked without reservations and dug in deep with his fingers into the taut flesh of this dark man's skin, now crimson red as if it was burning. The man moaned his approval as the pain melded into pleasure, just the way he liked it. Time was becoming distorted for Zaid. How long had they been going at it? Thirty minutes? An hour? A day? He wasn't sure, he just knew that he didn't want it to stop. He now ignored all the things wrong with what was happening, he simply didn't care anymore. The stranger's skin didn't just look red, it was red. A deep crimson hue that cast long shadows in the bedroom. His hair was now shadow. Deep black strands swirled about his body as it was ravaged by Zaid's mammoth cock. Even his eyes changing to a dark purple huge didn't perturb Zaid, it only made him harder inside the man. His otherworldly beauty drove him to even greater heights. When the horns sprouted from his head and the tail wrapped around his calf it came as no surprise. There was no fear or terror. Only love and acceptance. Zaid felt so safe inside the monster's body. He pumped in and out of the infernal creature and reveled in the ecstasy their fucking. He knew what he saw was impossible, but he didn't care. He simply wanted to fill this man with his seed over and over again until he screamed and cried out for him to stop. He just wasn't sure if that was possible. "I see your need." The demon purred, his words coming in the form of song, sweet music that drew Zaid deeper into his erotic trance. "Ever since you were young, you’ve always been small. Weak. Pathetic. You've spent your entire adult life working to fix that but you always find yourself lacking, don't you? Never strong enough. Always one step behind your dreams." He paused and stroked Zaid's face, dragging a claw across his cheek. "Not big enough to impress your friends. Not strong enough to conqueror your rivals. Not beautiful enough to capture your lovers hearts. And certainly not big enough to fulfill your dreams." The devil smiled wide at Zaid, revealing sharp teeth. Zaid moaned deeply and bent forward to kiss the monstrous maw. He knew that mouth was dangerous but he was too far gone to care. The demon’s lips were plump and beautiful, they needed to be smothered with his. "I see your dreams and lust. I know how badly you crave power and strength. I feel the desire radiating from your loins like a beacon of fire. To be strong and beautiful. Defined like a marble statue and as hard as one too. Powerful, masculine, dominant. You crave this. Yearn for it. Dream of it nightly." Zaid simply sped up his strokes in affirmation, unable to use his own words. The demon's face grew rapturous and he bit his lips, looking directly into Zaid's eyes and smiling wide. "I can make your dreams come true. Bring every fantasy you've ever had to life right before your eyes. Let you become stronger and bigger than you've ever dared to hope you could be. All I require is..." He licked his lips. "My soul..." Zaid grunted out between hard thrusts. "YEEESSS!" The demon came hard all over his chiseled body. White spunk splattered on red skin. Black claws dug into Zaid's flesh. His eyes blazed bright and his balls contracted with each volley. His seed shot wild like a spout, arching high before landing on his abs and chest. He looked divine in his rapture, a true figure of lust and beauty. Zaid knew what this would mean. Losing himself to an unholy incubus. Becoming a thrall for this sex demon. An eternity of sin and pleasure awaited him should he say yes. His dreams and desires turned reality. His true need now front and center stage. Everything he craved within reach. And it was all he ever wanted. "YES!" Zaid yelled back as the first torrent of cum fired out of his dick and filled his demon lover. The demon roared in joyous exultation and bucked against Zaid wildly, accepting and wanting every drop that filled him. His heat was intense now, scalding and hot enough to burn. Zaid had never cum like this before in his life. His orgasm seemed boundless and his cum spilled everywhere, drenching them both and overflowing out of the incubus. But it kept going. Unyeilding. Never ending joy and passion as their deal was struck in fire and lust. The darkness enveloped the pair and smothered them into nothing. Zaid awoke gently. He felt the moonlight drape over him like a satin robe and luxuriated under its cool touch. How long had it been? For all he knew it could be a new millennia. Slowly and deliberately he opened his eyes to look upon a world that seemed familiar but now fiendishly unknown. He was in his bedroom, relaxed and serene upon a mattress. He felt fantastic, healthy and refreshed as he rose to take stock of his surroundings. Nothing seemed to have changed as far as he could tell. The same posters on the wall, same bed sheets, same computer humming in the background. It all felt painfully similar and yet, very different. This was his world, yes, but now he was changed forever. A smile crept up over his face and he stretched luxuriously in bed, ready for whatever might come next. Zaid was full of excitement for the future. What would it hold? Power, sex, pleasure? Or damnation, horror and pain? He wasn't sure he could distinguish between them any more. The faintest scent of sulfur tinghed his nose and his attention turned to his desk. A slight wisp of smoke drifted off of an envelope that was sitting atop his keyboard. It looked intricate and ornate, a lavish message left by someone who wanted it to be seen. Zaid smiled and stood up from the bed and walked over to inspect it. Melted red wax covered the black envelope's lip and was marked with a seal he did not know. The wax was still warm and pliable to his touch, just barely starting to solidify. He flipped the paper in his hands and saw a message scrawled in intricate cursive with gorgeous white ink that gleamed in the dim light of his room. "To Zaid. Our Terms." His heart beat faster with anticipation and he pulled apart the seal with delicacy, sure to preserve this treasure for himself. Inside was a long folded piece of brown parchment that looked both worn and crisp with use. Careful not to tear it, Zaid opened it and felt a flood of emotions as he gazed upon the detailed penmanship. He knew who had written this. It could only be the stranger he met tonight, the handsome enigma that had changed everything in an instant of mindblowing sex. "Zaid. Your soul is strong and nourishing. It was simply divine, and I have never tasted anything like it in all my centuries on earth and below. You are a special individual indeed, both inside and out, and your gift to me has been matched in kind. Herein I will detail the rules of engagement but not the intricate details of your new gifts. I've found that surprise is one of life's truest emotions and to take that away from you would be simply criminal. So, let us begin, shall we? To start off with. YOU ARE MINE. There is no escaping this. I've dined upon your soul and bound you to me forever. That being said you do have free will. I enjoy it when my thralls indulge themselves unrestrained and live their lives to the fullest, but always remember you belong to me. I could pull your strings any time I wish to bring you back to me, so do not stray. YOUR PURPOSE. This is simple. We incubi are vessels of lust and sex, seeking always to fulfill our needs. As my thrall you must assist me in capturing souls for my collection, lest you fade into nothing. The capturing of the soul at the height of pleasure is paramount, as there is no better taste in the universe than a mortal at the peak of climax. While that may sound complex, I assure you it will be as familiar to you as breathing. This is all I ask of you. To help me treasure that feeling for eternity. No more, no less. YOUR GIFTS. I won't spoil them all, so don't ask. I'll simply point you in the right direction. I know your needs and wants. I've seen your desire for strength. Felt it with my own body as you pounded away inside of me. I want what you want. To make you bigger and stronger. More powerful and intimidating. A true stallion stud. An alpha worth of worship. Fear not. The path to this change will reveal itself to you soon. Until then, explore your newfound sexuality and indulge in carnal delights whenever the urge strikes you. Know that I will make it worth your wild. YOUR LIMITS. I have given you 100 years of perfect youth. After that it will be time for you to return to me, where we can feast upon a collection of souls for eternity. Things will be different. Family and friends will not recognize you now that you have become mine. They were never important to you anyways. You will make new ones. New friends, new family. Perhaps even new loves. I daresay I would enjoy meeting someone who could capture your heart. It would be simply delicious. YOUR RESOURCES. Limitless. The banality of human necessities like money are simply unimportant to creatures like myself or those that serve me, which makes them all the easier to acquire. Check your accounts. I trust they will be sufficient. Ensure your passports are up to date as well. You'll find no place on this earth that you cannot experience. Travel is in your future and it will not be confined to this earthly sphere. MY GUIDANCE. When the need arises, I will be there. To protect, to safeguard, to revel, to delight. Remember that I am always with you. I can see you in this moment reading this letter. My power fills you, makes you whole, drives you to sate your lust. Your pleasures are my own and when you indulge in the flesh, I too will take my fill. FOREVER YOURS, AS YOU ARE MINE. --- Master." Zaid sat in stunned silence as he finished reading the missive. There was no mistaking it. Everything was real. This was no longer a fantasy; it was his new reality. His old life was gone and, in its place, something better had arisen. More beautiful and horrible than he could have ever imagined. For the briefest moment, fear swept through him from this head to his toes. He squashed it with a thought. There was only the present now. Only the here and the now mattered, everything else was just dust, gone and lost forever. The only thing to do now was figure out where to start.

Tyler was busy at work in his basement, slaving over his lab on the project that has been taking up most of his free time. His husband, Trent , worked long hours as a truck driver, leaving Tyler a couple of hours to work on his passion project, a formula to help build muscle in elderly people and people with degenerative diseases. After months and months of cramming as much of his time as possible, he was ready to try human tests, as he had tested his formula on his house mice to great effect. The tiniest fraction of a drop of the formula had a dramatic effect on muscle mass and fat percentage. Being a personal project, Tyler had no access to the money to offer people to help him with human tests, so he decided to use himself as the test subject. He did his calculations to get the dose to body weight ratio of what he gave the mice, then re did them 5 times to make sure there where no horrific accidents. With this all set, Tyler proceeded to grab the formula out of the fridge, where it has resided in a used coke bottle and took it upstairs. He measured up the exact amount that his calculations told him, then diluted it with some Fanta. The dark liquid made the orange soft drink a odd brown colour, and took nearly all the bubbles out of it. Tyler took a large breath to steady himself for what might happen next. “Well, I guess who dares wins” he said out loud to himself, and with that drank the murky concoction in one go. The taste wasn’t nearly as bad as expected. He put the two bottles, the formula and Fanta into the kitchen fridge, and just then his stomach began to ache slightly. “Oh shit” he said as his stomach cramped, as he rushed to the toilet. By the time he got there his whole body felt hot and started to cramp. He started sweating and that’s when he noticed his clothes looked abit tight. “Fuck yeah” he said to himself riding out the cramps What Tyler didn’t notice during his transformation was Trent coming home “Hi sweetheart, I’m home” the burley trucker called out, as he walked to the kitchen. He opened up the fridge and opened the bottle of what appeared to be coke and poured himself a glass. He looked at the flat liquid, a little puzzled at it then shrugged his shoulders, nothing wrong with a little flat coke, and he downed the glass. In the bathroom, Tyler had taken his shirt off and was now flexing his now ripped, underwear model type physique when he heard a noise in the kitchen, then he heard the fridge door close. His blood ran cold. “TRENT, DONT DRINK OUT OF THAT COKE BOTTLE” Tyler yelled out while sprinting to the kitchen. As he rushed in, Trent was just putting down his glass. “What’s wrong” Trent asked his distressed looking husband “How much of that did you drink” he stressed “Like a glass, it’s only flat coke who cares, what the hell happened to you by the....aaaaeewwwee fuck” Trent trailed off as he doubled over. Tyler rushed to grab his husband, who was now in a ball on the ground “I’m so sorry baby, fuck I’m so fucking sorry” Tyler said while crying as his husband screamed out in pain on the floor. Then all of a sudden all of Trent muscle started flexing and his body felt like he was on fire. “Oh god if a tiny amount transformed me from a skinny nerd to a ripped hunk, what will this do” Tyler lamented our loud. Then as if on que, Trent started to moan, and Tyler noticed his clothes starting to rip. Trent got to his knee, as his body continued to swell. His shirt was the first to completely rip off, first splitting up the back , exposing knotted muscle like Tyler had never seen before. Then the sleeves exploded as his formally normal sized arms turned into softball sized biceps and horseshoe triceps, covered with finger thick veins. The shirt fell off him, exposing monster pecs and a eight pac that could second as a brick wall. His pants where next, splitting down in front of his thighs, exposing freakish, ripped and horribly vascular quads, and diamond calves. Then his glutes ripped out the back of his pants, exposing a ripped thick ass that was thicker then all the kardashians combined. “Awwwww fucccckkkk” Trent moaned , as he straightened himself up, with a voice that had dropped two octaves. He looked down at his still growing god body and grinned, “ Babe I don’t know what that was, but FUCCCKKKK I FEEL GGGOOOOODDDDDD” Trent bellowed as he hit a double bicep shot that caused his body to surge in its final growth, exploding his pants and underwear off , leaving him completely naked Tyler looked up at his godlike husband, the transformation was incredible. Trent was 5’10, burley 95kg, was now at least 6’6 and closing in on 200kg of mutant muscle. His traps nearly touched his ears, his chest was a inhuman self of ripped grotesque muscle. His shoulders looked like basketballs. His arms had to be easily over 30 inches, and were held out straight by his bat wing lats. His quads where looked like monster red wood, and swinging inbtween them swung a 12 inch cock, completely flaccid. “Ooohhh my.... ohhh my god” is all Tyler could muster, one hand instinctively on his cock “Awww, we are gonna have a lot of fun tonight” cooed Trent, as he hit a crab pose , his monster cock started twitching to life. End

Hi everybody, this story is translate with an AI, because of my laziness Critics and suggestions to improve text quality are welcome! A TRIP TO OMAN (pt. 1 & 2) It's not that I could say I didn't like my life - because on the other hand I had a bit of everything - but if I'm being completely honest, there was something deep inside that I didn't like. I felt I had to give up some things: not because I lacked the ambition to achieve what I wanted, but because I knew I could not have what I wanted in the first place. I had always thought of myself as an extremely average person: average family, average class, average school, average sports results. An average love and sex life: I wasn't particularly good-looking, tall or muscular. I had studied computer engineering and got a job in Italy in a multinational company that makes software for banks. I was 35 years old and had a quiet career. Davide and I had been together for a while: we met by chance on Grindr. At first, we kept in touch just for fun and a few group outings with some mutual friends we had made. Then we finally got together. In reality, things were not going well. David, underneath it all, I always thought he was a bit jealous of what I was doing. And then lately he'd got into fitness and said that I was too sedentary, that I wasn't healthy. In short, he'd told me one day, during the umpteenth argument about never seeing each other: he wasn't happy being with me and, he'd said, my body no longer excited him. I'd taken the blow, but I couldn't say I'd got the hang of it. It was the last straw and so, after the umpteenth outburst, I left his house without speaking to him again. At work I had had a pretty serious breakdown, both in my ability to concentrate and in the quality of my work. I had also tried to reason with a friend who had sent me to a psychologist, a very good one, she said: in fact, apart from the fee, I don't remember much of what he told me, apart from the fact that he thought I was depressed. I actually had quite a lot of vacation time left over, and I should have used it sooner or later. It was the right time for me to decide to pack up and move on. But where to? One day I got a call from my colleague in Human Resources: basically, our bank was going to take part in an international merger for an investment fund whose shares it wanted to acquire; it was a done deal, but there were some problems with the feasibility of the operation. The merger partners wanted to know more about us. Basically, it was a matter of making various information available and making our accounting standards readable in their databases. A technical solution had to be found. One of the parties to the deal was a wealthy sovereign wealth fund from Oman. The owners graciously offered to host a conference to decide what to do. They would pay for all the technicians to be sent. They asked me if I was interested. I was totally against it at first. I mean, I had been to Lebanon and Egypt, but Oman was a petro-monarchy, a very conservative, absolutist state... I didn't like all that. My colleague, with whom I was quite close, explained to me very patiently that the congress would take place in five days, that it was an international event and that I should not worry. If I could get a flight from Oman to another country, I could pay for part of my holiday that way. His comment was just silly. So I decided to take the job: not least because there was a lot of pressure from above to do so. Basically, it had been planned that way. After a bit of back and forth, I had planned to leave Milan on the first Saturday in June. We would have made a stopover in Dubai and then taken a local flight to Mascate. A thirteen-hour flight with a stopover was not a few hours. But then I would arrive at a luxury hotel provided by the company. The meeting would last from Sunday, with a presentation dinner, until the following Thursday. Friday, however, was free: I planned to stay in another hotel in the area, a little cheaper, from Saturday to the following Wednesday, and then return to Italy. If nothing else, this would have guaranteed a certain punctuality in the meetings and we would have had the chance to visit these places a little. I was still curious about this place, so far from our imagination, so exotic... In short, I had decided to go. *** Despite what I had been told, the country was not that conservative. It was not true that you had to wear traditional clothes. The hotel was very nice, if a bit kitschy. The first day had gone quite well, after a very tiring flight. Mostly colleagues more or less my age, some older: several Asians, a few locals, mostly Germans, a few French. I had appreciated the precision of the timetable: all in all, even the meetings were more bearable, the topics well sketched out and the agendas organised. My only regret was that, despite my good intentions, I had seen virtually nothing of Oman. It was Tuesday evening when, at the end of the afternoon working session, I decided to join a table of local colleagues for dinner. There were four men, two in their 50s, one bald and quite tall, one a little fatter and shorter, and two more or less my age. I asked if I could join them, and they were happy to oblige: I had already broken the ice with one of the two contemporaries, a young man with glasses, a bit of stubble, who looked athletic, as I noticed under his shirt and jacket two nice broad shoulders and a rather slim waist. Yussef, that was his name, suggested that I follow him and his colleagues after dinner to try a very nice traditional place to smoke hookah. Eventually I agreed, and in his boss's luxury car, I forget whether it was a Porsche or a Jaguar, we drove into the old city. It was a very warm evening, but there was a pleasant breeze that made the night pleasant on the large terrace of this typically oriental building. We were sitting on some cushions, enjoying a water pipe, when Yussef introduced me to a man in his forties, I think, dressed in the traditional way: a long cassock and a top hat on his head. He also spoke English, but not fluently, so Yussef helped him translate a little. This very distinguished gentleman, who immediately caught the attention of those present, Yussef told me, was considered a real authority: his name was Muhammad, like the prophet, he explained, and he was some kind of soothsayer or something like that. They held him in high esteem because they said all his predictions were always right to the millimetre. Muhammad gave a few card readings to those present while I enjoyed a smoke, then explained the horoscope a little while I looked at him between scepticism and amusement. "But you - he stared at me at one point - you don't believe it? "Honestly - I tried to be a bit distracted - not much, that's not how we do it." I was a big asshole to bring up cultural differences, but it was the easiest thing to do. Muhammad, however, did not believe me - and he was right - that we do not use horoscopes and so on: he explained to me, however, that there are other 'arts'. In what sense? I had just tried to ask, and he gave me a very long lecture about, I don't remember, what kind of 'magic' or something like that existed in the Islamic mystery culture, or something like that, based on looking... Then at a certain point, while I was lost in the conversation, Yussef came in to speak for me and the discussion seemed to be getting lively, but as long as they were speaking Arabic I didn't understand a thing. At one point Muhammad squared a piece of paper and wrote some things on it: I was minding my own business and making small talk with the English-speaking colleagues around me, I didn't want to hear their arguments. In the end, Muhammad and Yussef reconciled and seemed to make peace. He left much calmer. That evening, on the way back to the hotel, Yussef explained to me that he had made a bet with our 'fortune teller': 'There is this practice we call Ilm as-Simiya, a form of magic based on the powers attributed to texts or scriptures that invoke God. I don't really believe in it, but some people get these pieces of paper made by Mohammad and pay good money to get promotions at work, get married and things like that. "Well, cool," I replied falsely. "Not too much, some people spent a lot of money on it and got ruined. Anyway, Mohammad and I made a bet. 40 rials: if it's true that the magic will work tonight. I'm already waiting to collect it." "Ahahah, I think so too... By the way, what kind of magic is it?" "If I can make some of my wishes come true!" he replied enigmatically. I didn't understand much of what he was saying, but never mind, I said goodbye and went to bed, for I was very tired. I retired to my room and as I undressed for bed I thought to myself that Yussef was not so bad, a cool guy too. Yes, I didn't mind his Arabic features, I found them masculine and I don't know, they had something mysterious, something oriental about them. Maybe I didn't mind the guys here, who knows. "Come on, old man, think about it," I said to myself in the mirror, "who do you think you want with this gut?" and I squeezed my navel a little. No way, I wasn't that fat, but my laziness had certainly put me out of shape. So I had laughed about it, not thinking about David's words, which had hurt me and left a bad mark. With this last, sudden, angry perception of myself and my body, I fell asleep, somewhat irritated. The night was very strange. I slept like a rock but had confused and nonsensical dreams, I just remember dreaming of drifting along the sea or something. The next morning I was a bit groggy. Maybe all that smoking hadn't done me any good, who knows. I washed up with lots of ice water before getting ready to go downstairs for breakfast. Almost mechanically, I buttoned my shirt and then tightened the belt on my trousers. Only then did I notice that it was a bit loose around my waist and that the buckle loops must have been tightened a turn... What had happened? I looked in the mirror. Suddenly I realised something, but it took me a while to realise it. My whole body, including my navel, was perfectly flat and slim. Not an ounce of fat: under the skin I could see a slight hint of abdominal muscles. What the hell was going on?

A Weekend at the Lake - He woke up this morning as he did every morning, his eyes opening heavily as he thought of the day ahead. His legs a little heavy as he walked to the coffee pot. A slight revulsion as he walked past the floor length mirror in his room, his side profile of a slightly out of shape, baby faced man in his late twenties was not at all how he envisioned his life going. In college he’d been an athlete, playing D1 and loving every minute of the physical challenge. But after college ended, so did most of the exercise, but the eating habits remained. A cold shower to shock him awake. Into uncomfortable clothes that never seemed to fit right. Then out the door to sit in an office for 8 hours. But today was Friday, so maybe it wouldn’t be so terrible. After all, he did have a long weekend coming up. Ben walked into the door of his office and made a beeline for his desk, not even attempting a friendly hello to the college jock who worked at the reception desk. He reminded Ben of what he’d once been, and he wasn’t sure if he wanted to be the man or be inside him. Opening his laptop he was greeted with 32 unread emails. As he parceled through them one at a time he took a moment to be upset with people who seemed to wake up at dawn just to send him emails. After 6 years here, he was sick of the way a corporate email read, he was tired of meetings, rush hour to get to work, walking to some silly little deli to get a sandwich for lunch. There had to be more to life than…this. At 9:02 his phone buzzed. It was his step-dad, Seb. Odd, Ben thought. He hadn’t heard from Seb since two summers ago when they’d gotten together for the Fourth of July. Seb wasn’t the most involved step parent now that Ben was older, but he tried as best he could, and Ben knew that. Ben had never known his biological dad, but Ben had grown up with a single mother until he was 17, when his mother started dating Seb. Since Ben’s mother passed nearly 18 years ago, it had been Ben and Seb for quite some time. They were close as Ben grew up, but since Ben moved several hours away and began his life as an adult, they rarely saw each other. Neither placed a huge emphasis on holidays, and Ben chose to work most holidays anyway. “Hey Kid. I’m working if you have plans for this long weekend?” Seb’s text read. “Not anything special. I’m off work for 5 days, so I planned on getting some chores done. Why, what’s up?” Ben replied as he dove into another pointless email. “I actually bought some land on a lake. I spent the past year building a house on the lake and I was wondering if you’d be interested in coming out for the long weekend? I’ve got some kayaks, there are some nice trails I’ve made through the woods. It may be a nice get away for you. Just let me know.” Instantly Ben was hit with a feeling of relief. It was something until this moment he hadn’t considered how much he needed a break, and how nice a weekend out of the city would. Ben replied back, “That actually sounds amazing. Where is this at?” Seb replied back, letting him know the address. Conveniently, it was only a couple of hours away. Ben considered his options, and decided he’d get the cabin tonight after work, that way he can spend all day Saturday and Sunday there, and not have to head home until Monday since it was a long weekend. “I’ll be there tonight if that’s okay!” Ben replied, allowing himself to enjoy the excitement of a break from his humdrum routine. “That’s perfect. I’ll see you then. Make sure to bring something to swim in, and I’ll have dinner ready when you get here!” Seb’s shared excitement rang through the text as Ben found a new energy to complete his work and get home. Packing his bag then quickly hitting the liquor store, Ben was on his way by 6pm. As he drove he felt stress evaporating from his form as he traveled from the sprawling cityscape into a forest of deep green trees and dark shaded asphalt. Arriving at around 8pm, he got out of the car. He took a moment to survey the area. He briefly recalled Seb saying he had built this on his own, and Ben couldn’t help but be skeptical. As he remembered, Seb was a tall, lanky man. 6’7”, but as skinny as a rail. He was a handsome man, but Ben couldn’t understand how someone that frail looking could build an entire cabin on his own. Ben also noticed that the land around the cabin still had bare tree trunks where someone had clear cut the area. Approaching the covered front porch, Ben stepped onto the first step and he heard the door knob turn at the top of the stairs. He looked up to see the door opening and a large dark shape filling the frame. The porch light flicked on and illuminated the dark shadow. It was Seb, but not the Seb Ben remembered. He was still tall, his kind eyes and jet black hair were still the same, but he had grown a thick black beard on his usually clean shaven face. His wide body, wider than the door frame, took Ben by surprise, and as Ben looked down at the ground in sudden shock, he noticed the shadow of the porch light above Seb’s head was projecting to huge round shadows of Seb’s jutted out chest onto the porch floor. He was wearing a light green t-shirt, with his large biceps looking like the shirt was cutting off circulation as it dug into his skin, the fabric wrinkled as it stretched across his broad barreled chest, and he had dark sweat stains at his armpits and at the V of his neck. His light blue jeans were distressed and tattered as they looked tired from being constantly under stress from his thick thighs. Seb pushed his was through the door frame and picked Ben up for a hug. Wrapping his arms around Ben, and pulling his face into the sweaty deep crevasse between his pecs. Ben wrapped his arms around Seb under his arms and felt the sweat through the shirt, Seb had gotten so wide Ben couldn’t reach all the way around him, and settled for placing his hands up on Seb’s boulder sized shoulders. For Ben, the hug seemed to last forever as something deep within him seemed to awaken. Like when a teen has their first kiss and they suddenly know what it’s like to truly feel attraction. Seb said as he hugged Ben, “I’m so happy you could make it, and I’m glad you made it out this way safe!” As he lowered Ben back down to the ground, Ben wiped his wet arms on his pants and his damp face into his shirt, “Awe fuck. I’m sorry.” Seb began, “I haven’t gotten AC installed here yet and it’s a bit hot. Don’t worry I have fans, though!” Ben was still dazed from the hug, fighting with the demon of attraction as he realized what Seb was saying. “Oh no it’s okay!” Ben tried to reassure him, “I don’t have AC in my apartment either so I understand.” “Well come on in. I just finished supper!” Seb said as he turned his wide body back to the door. Ben couldn’t help but notice the thin denim practically painted on to Seb’s huge ass, if it looked tight on his thighs, this was why, his ass was pulling all the fabric backwards as if it had a gravitational pull. His big back tapered up from his waist to his broad shoulders in a beautiful V formation, and Ben happily followed Seb inside. Immediately inside the door Ben was met with a whole host of incredible smells. The deep thick scent of fresh wood, a light fruit smell from a large candle lit in the den, the strong smell of cooked meat and veggies coming from the kitchen, and under it all, a slight scent of musk and cheap soap emanating from Seb. “Here I’ll take your bags. You head into the kitchen and grab a plate. I’d imagine you’re starving after your drive.” Before he could protest, Seb had taken his weekend bag from his hand and headed down a long hallway. Truth be told, Ben was more tired after the work day and long drive, but the smell of the food was so enticing. He made his way into the kitchen and it was perfectly quaint, nothing missing from it, but nothing incredibly extravagant or out of place. On the table were made up plates. Huge slabs of steak sat in the plates, with potatoes, carrots, and some greens arranged just so. On the table were two large glasses of water, condescension dripping from the glasses onto the light wood of the table, leaving dark wet circular stains on the new wood. And a bottle of dark liquor with a shot glass balanced on the lid. “Does it look alright?” A deep voice thundered above his head, turning around quickly and startled, his face ran into a brick wall. Seb chuckled a deep but light laugh, causing the brick wall that had been his torso to shake. “Sorry I didn’t mean to scare you, thought you’d hear me coming.” Ben was surprised too, it didn’t make sense that a man that big could move that silently, “it’s okay, but it looks incredible. You didn’t have to go through this much trouble.” “No trouble. It’s about what I’d eat on a normal night anyway.” Seb said and he and Ben made their way over to the table. Sitting down, Seb immediately started to dig into his meal, which Ben noticed was a stack of three steaks he was eating like pancakes. As they ate their dinner, the heat of the meat and the warm early summer crept into the house Ben could feel the heat getting to him. “Say, you want to try some of this bourbon now that you have some food on your stomach?” Seb called across the table as he poured himself a double shot of the brown liquor. “Uh yeah, sure.” Ben replied. He wasn’t much of a drinker, but even he recognized the brand name of the bourbon. After a couple of shots back and forth, Ben felt the heat of the liquor creeping into his face, and even Big Seb’s cheeks started to turn rosy under the dark beard. Soon they retired to the den, where Ben sat heavily down into the deep maroon couch in the den. As he sunk down into the padded cushions, he heard Seb coming back down the hallway. As Seb rounded the corner of the couch and came into Ben’s field of vision, Ben let out a small gasp as he noticed Seb was now shirtless and in basketball shorts, that not only looked a size too small in the ass, but also looked to be less than a 5” inseam. In the dim light in the den, the light danced and played on the muscular curves of his body, Ben couldn’t help but notice the grapefruit sized bulge shoved into the front of the shorts. Even still though, his upper body drew more attention and awe. Absolutely massive, and covered in a dark, thick pelt of hair. His nipples were large and dark brown and the pointed towards the ground under the weight of the meaty pec, but still big enough to poke their way through the hairy chest. The hair seemed to thin as it made its way down his body, gradually fading in a gradient to an appearing well kept happy trail running through his hard torso and down into the bulge of his shorts. Ben also noticed his “abs” he’d felt earlier were more of a rock hard stomach. It didn’t protrude, but it wasn’t a cut defined 6-pack by any means. He was also covered in a slight gleam of sweat, a small shimmer of the beads trapped in his chest hair as they attempted to escape from his body. He sat in the large oversized chair perpendicular to the couch, and as he did he stretched his arms up behind his head, revealing what his massive arms had been hiding. The dark hair extended into his armpits, and between his flaired lats, protruding chest, and cannonball biceps, appeared to be a dark hairy cavern that never ended. Ben wondered how deep it went, it looked big enough to fit his entire face in. Ben was snapped back to reality as Seb let out a deep sigh, “fuck I’ve got to get AC in this place or I’ll roast alive this summer.” Concealed in his huge hand was a beer can, which he promptly opened and began to drink from, although it appeared he was downed most of it in a few gulps. “If you need to get more comfortable, like if it’s too hot you’re more than welcome to shed some clothes. I know I had to.” Ben contemplated for a few moments then relented, it was hot as fuck in here. He took off his shirt, but kept his pants as they were, “thanks. It’s been pretty hot in here tonight.” Ben replied as he folded his shirt and sat it next to him on the couch. “Yeah. That ceiling fan up there doesn’t seem to be doing much more than blowing the hot air around too.” Seb said and he turned his head and observed the fan above. As he did, Ben could appreciate Seb’s strong jawline and the thick cords of muscle that snaked up his bull neck. His traps rising up like small mountains on either side of the thick neck. “You know Seb…” Ben began as he gathered the courage to ask something that had driven him crazy since he’d arrived, but not wanting to come off as too interested, “when did you start working out?” Seb cocked a wolfish grin as he finally lowered his arms from above his head to the arms of the chair. “You noticed, huh?” Seb replied eyeing Ben easily. “I just remember you looking so different.” Ben said, trying to add a bit of tone to his voice to sound just curious and nothing else. “Well chopping down all those trees and building a house out here puts some meat on your bones for sure.” Ben said as he chuckled and took another sip of the beer in his hand. As he chuckled his big pecs juggled and bounced in their completely relaxed state. “Truthfully I’d like to know what changed too. After I moved out here I just started getting bigger, things started getting smaller and lighter, and it hasn’t seemed to stop, just slowed down now that I’m not out hauling logs all damn day.” “Interesting.” Ben replied. Willing his hard on to go away. It was one of the few instances he was grateful to have a small cock, it was easy to hide his excitement. Seb shifted his feet so his legs moved further apart, and his huge bulge slid further down between his massive thighs. Ben noticed the thick chording of veins on Seb’s upper thigh where the hair thinned out as they led up into the bottom of the short shorts. Seb, unconsciously Ben assumed, reached for his cock and readjusted it so his huge thighs didn’t crush his balls. As he did, Ben couldn’t help but watch the almost rhythmic movement of the completely soft bulging cock and balls shoved into those shorts. Just by the movement it looked heavy and thick. Ben now gave up the farse he had been playing out in his mind that he wasn’t turned on by his step-dad. He just had to admit it to only himself, but that was enough. “So what’s on the agenda for this weekend?” Ben asked, trying to start any conversation so he’d have an excuse to stare into Seb’s dark brown almost black eyes instead of watching his big cock move around. “Well I thought tomorrow I’d take you for a ride on the ATV and show you the property. Then we can come back and go swimmin’ in the lake. When I tell you the water is just perfect right now. Then I figured we’d get some sun and have dinner.” “That sounds good to me.” Ben replied as he noticed Seb’s eyelids starting to get heavy. He guessed that even though he was a giant, those bourbon shots had found their mark. “Mhm…” Seb replied as his head slowly tilted to the left as he nodded off. Ben was under no illusion that he could sit here and watch the man sleep without being and feeling like a creep. But a few minutes wouldn’t hurt. After all, he knew as soon as he got in bed he’d be jerking off to the thought of Seb’s big body. However that’s when things started to take a turn. Ben could see the bulge growing bigger in Seb’s shorts. Slowly at first as the cock jumped and flooded with blood, then quicker. Ben could make out the outline of the thick tube of meat as it slowly crept its way towards the bottom hem of the shorts. Jump by jump it was getting closer and closer to releasing itself from the fabric prison. Ben began to feel it was his time to leave, he felt wrong watching this, no matter how much he wanted to, and he absolutely didn’t want Seb to wake up and catch him staring at his hard cock. Ben rose up from the couch as quietly as he could so as to not disturb Seb. He crept down the hallway and hit the bed with his things Seb had left on top of it. It was then that the shots of bourbon he’d taken sat in for him, and he passed out quickly on the bed, no shirt, with his pants halfway down his legs. He slept a peaceful dreamless sleep that night but was jarred awake in the morning. He was woken by the sound of repeated thuds slamming outside his window. In the first few moments he was terrified, thwack thwack boom, over and over. Ben crawled across the bed, a slight throbbing in his temples as the bourbon exacted its revenge, and he looked out the window. What he saw took away all of his fear and instantly replaced it with pure lust. Outside was Seb, and he was chopping wood, but not like any man he’d ever seen. Seb was still wearing his outfit from the night before, no shirt, and those tiny ass shorts. In one hand he held the ax, while in the other he was holding another piece of chopped wood. On the chopping block, there sat a thick section of log, Seb raised the ax up, and brought it down, his powerful form sending the blade into the stump with enough speed and power to not only split it in one swing, but it sent the two sections flying off to each side to rest in one of two piles Seb had made. Seb then sat the wood down he had in his other hand and raised the ax up again. With his free hand, before he dropped the ax, he adjusted his bulge again, although he wasn’t hard like he was last night, Ben could clearly tell he wasn’t completely soft as he moved the shaft around to be more comfortable in his shorts. Bringing the ax down again he easily split the half log into 1/4ths and then he sat the ax so it rested on the chopping block. Ben was disappointed the show appeared to be over. But then he noticed where Seb was heading. At the tree line behind him, there was a stack of logs, full tree’s that had been chopped down and stacked together in this pile. Ben watched in amazement as Seb squatted down, his massive ass threatening to bust the seams of the tortured shorts, as he gripped a thick oak tree. Working his hands around the log, he slowly stood up, positioning the log over his shoulder, and he began to walk back towards the house. His cock noticeably swelling as sweat dripped down his face, his arms and shoulders exploding with veins from the effort of lifting the tree, his heavy chest pumping with deep breaths, swelling out and then relaxing. Finally Seb dropped the log near the chopping block , and he wiped sweat from his forehead. Then he did something that made Ben’s heart drop. He waved with a smile on his face. Fuck! Ben thought. He saw me watching him. God dammit he’s going to think I’m fucking weird as hell. Fuck. Seb began to walk towards the house and Ben was now aware he was only in his briefs with a rock hard cock from watching Seb man handle a whole ass tree. The front door banged open as Ben scrambled to put on his pants. The door to his room opened as he pulled them up over his ass. “Good morning! I’m sorry I didn’t wake you up with the wood chopping did I?” Seb said with a smile still òn his face. Ben stared as his pumped muscular body as it gleamed with sweat, wanting nothing more than to lick the singular drop that had gathered on his big nipple and was about to drip off and fall to the floor. “Oh uh. No. I just woke up and then looked outside as you were coming in.” Shit. Seb would know that’s a lie right? Why hadn’t he just told the truth. “Well I’m going to shower, you can too, then we can go get on the ATV’s and hit the trails. I probably smell terrible after chopping that wood.” Then Seb raised his arm up and gave a quick testing sniff to his armpit, his face registered that he indeed smelled something, but he didn’t grimace like it smelled bad. “Yup. For sure need a shower. I’ll meet you in the kitchen in like 20 minutes, okay?” Seb asked, again his calling smile switching to a wolffish grin. “Sure.” Ben replied. Ben got in the shower and began to wash himself off, his erection persisting as the images of Seb carrying the tree and using one hand to effortlessly chop tree stumps in half. As he began to slowly stroke his cock, there was a knock at the door. Ben jumped and turned as the door creaked open. “Don’t worry I’m not looking. You just forgot a towel.” Seb said, a towel in one hand and his other hand covering his eyes sheepishly. Ben opened the shower curtain just so, to grab the towel. “I went to grab a towel for myself and realized you didn’t have one.” Seb said as Ben noticed Seb was in fact only clad in a towel, the thick pump where his cock bent and curved forward tenting the towel a bit in the front, his huge hairy body filling the crack in the door. Ben grabbed the towel and thanked Seb before quickly pulling the curtain shut again. Fuck he thought. Why the hell did he feel like this towards Seb. He’d never found him attractive before. Sure he’d thought other guys were good looking, and he’d dated a few guys he’d been severely attracted to. But none of them looked like that. Fuck. NOBODY looked like that. There was simply something so inhuman, something God like that just demanded Seb’s body be worshipped. Ben quickly finished up his shower, while it would’ve been nice to finish jerking off, he was all together too excited about Seb to even really focus. Fresh out of the shower and dressed, Seb and Ben walked to the out building behind the cabin. Seb threw open the small garage door and inside was one large 4-wheeler, and beside it a smaller red one. Ben knew instinctively which was meant for him. As he got on and attempted to start it, it wouldn’t turn over. He tried the choke, checked the gas, all around trying to remedy the issue on his own. “Having some trouble?” Seb asked as he sat perched on his ATV, which was running smooth. “Just a bit.” Ben added, “I tried everything I know to do but I think the battery is dead.” “Sounds about right. No worries. Just hop on the back of mine.” Seb said and he scooted his huge ass forward on the seat, making the tiniest bit of room for Ben. Ben stiffened slightly. Terrified he would get a boner reaching around Seb’s muscled body, which would then poke into his huge ass and the whole charade would be over. “Oh don’t be so scared, I’m a great driver!” Seb said as he leaned over to the side of the ATV and effortlessly picked Ben up off the ground and sat him on the back of the seat like he was a child instead of a 28 year old man. Seb was wearing a baby blue t shirt today which already had signs of sweat stains in all the right places as it held up against the bulging mass of muscle underneath. Ben realized Seb must be pumped from his workout this morning. Reaching around Seb’s midsection he couldn’t decide where to place his hands, high up he could only reach around Seb’s lats and chest so far, and he ended up almost just groping the man’s chest. Which while it was all he really wanted to do was he knew he shouldn’t. Too low and he still struggled to reach all the way around, although he could, but he had to scoot himself so his crotch was riding directly into Seb’s ass. It should also be said that when Seb leaned forward on the ATV to grab the handles, the shirt came up and exposed the small of his back, where his underwear and shorts pulled down and Ben could just make out the top of Seb’s big round ass. Finally Ben settled on the latter, knowing he wasn’t going to win either way, at least this way he wasn’t just squeezing the man’s pecs for however long they were on the ATV, much to Ben’s dismay. “Ready?!” Seb called as he backed the ATV out of the building. Ben relaxed a bit as he heard the excitement in Seb’s voice. He’d been so in his head this entire time he’d forgotten why he came in the first place. To relax. So he made a conscious effort to do just that and sit back and enjoy the ride. Seb’s property was in-fact beautiful. As they rode through what seemed like miles of trail through the forest, Ben noted that all of this had just recently been cleared. In his mind, he imagined Seb walking through, ripping trees out of the ground and stomping his huge heavy feet to make the path. Although logic told him he probably used a tractor and a bushhog, he enjoyed his version much more. At times they’d stop when they came to some scenic vista view, Ben enjoyed looking out onto the deep green tops of the trees, the lighter green pastures in the distance, and the small rocky outcroppings that ran along side the large lake situated near the bottom of the long valley. “Pretty nice isn’t it?” Seb said, a real tone of seeking approval in his voice. Ben looked over and up at Seb, “it really is. I love how you can’t even see another building, hear anyone else, it’s just so…” Ben trailed off, his mind unable to conjure the word with the exact correct feeling. “Perfect.” Seb said, the personal satisfaction in his voice was clear, and Ben had to nod in agreement. It was, perfect. Back down they went on the ATV, and Seb parked near a lake. The lake looked to be a few acres in size, and the water had a deep rich blue color to it, contrasting heavily with the bright light blue of the sky overhead. The water looked cold and calm. All around the lake from where he could see, Ben noticed it was pea gravel, and on the shore were two lounge chairs. Although Ben thought it odd that they faced each other and not the lake. “Last one in has to cook dinner!” Seb said as he ran towards the water, he’d already slid out of his shorts and was fighting to get his shirt off over his huge upper body. About two steps from the water he simply ripped the shirt off his body and threw it behind him, landing in front of Ben in tatters like he’d just ripped a piece of paper in half. As he dove into the water Ben took his clothes off and ran for the water as well. He’d been right. It was cold water, but it was so hot outside it felt refreshing on his skin which had began to feel the sun and burn. It occurred to Ben he hadn’t been wearing trunks and he was now only in his underwear as well. Then Seb splashed him, “feels great don’t it?” Seb said as he stood in the water. It came up to just below his chest, his nipples getting bigger and harder as the cool water lapped at the steep overhang of muscle. “It really does!” Ben replied as he splashed Seb back. He then relaxed and laid on his back in the water. Silently Seb had snuck up on him, and with one huge hand to his stomach, Seb had sunk him under the water. “Aye what the fuck!” Ben called playful as he resurfaced. “You mean you’re going to be in the water and not mess around? Where’s the fun in that?” Seb said, cocking yet another sly grin at Ben. “Here. I’ll give you a head start. See if you can dunk me!” Seb turned away from Ben, exposing his broad back to the shoreline. Ben was positive he couldn’t move the behemoth, but he refused to back away from a playful challenge. Getting closer to Seb, the water got deeper, and it really accentuated the difference in their heights as Seb was still plenty above the water and Ben was now treading. Ben leapt from the water and threw his arms around Seb’s thick neck, and locked his legs around Seb’s waist. Using all of his weight he jerked backwards trying to pull Seb off balance. He jerked once, then to the side, then the other side. Moving his arms into different positions. Trying to get a hold. Seb mocked a yawn. Moving one hand to cover his mouth, and then pretending to check a watch on his other wrist. “Any day now boy.” Seb teased as he stood there, the epitome of an immovable object. “Here let me show you some moves.” And with that Ben felt one huge hand grab his leg, and another grab his arm. He was then lifted over Seb’s head and brought to the front. Seb quickly placed Ben into a headlock. The world’s most gentle headlock at that. The giant apparently knew his strength. As Ben feigned his fruitless struggle, he felt Seb’s basketball sized bicep against one cheek, and his solid rock hard hairy chest on his other. An inch from his mouth was Seb’s huge erect nipple. Begging to be licked. As Ben reached around he tried to grip at Seb’s arm, to pull it away from his head, but he couldn’t get his fingers around the huge arm, it was too big, too slippery and too rock hard to indent with his fingers. Eventually he relented and tapped Seb’s huge arm. “Alright. Alright. I give you big brute.” Ben said as Seb released him. “Fuck yeah. Nobody beats daddy!” Seb said with a huge cocky grin on his face as he threw his arms up in a double bicep pose. The water glistening and dripping from his massive arms as Ben saw them truly flexed for the first time. Then seemed to rise and rise, with a solid peak at the top and one large vein running the length of the heavy tricep. “I’d guess not. When you outweigh them by 100 pounds.” Ben said as he splashed Seb again. “How much do you weigh?” Seb suddenly asked. “Like 135? Why?” Ben replied, skeptical of where this may be going. “Well I weigh 410 last time I checked. So I weigh more than 3 of you combined.” Seb said, almost sheepishly. “Jesus.” Ben said quickly and quietly. He’d known Seb was huge, but numbers made it more real for him. “I actually think I’m going to go lay in the sun for a bit.” Ben added as he headed to the shore. “That sounds like a great idea. I’ll join you!” Seb said, loudly splashing as he moved his way through the water. Ben fought every instinct to not turn around and see what Seb looked like as the water tight underwear clung to his body as he exited the water. He heard a heavy *thwack* as Seb pulled his underwear loose from his body and his cock. On shore, Seb walked over to a small wooden building that Ben had not noticed before. Seb entered and came out with two beers and a bottle of something, it was bright orange. “Here you go stud.” Seb said as he casually tossed Ben a beer. Then he lowered himself onto the chair. The chair groaned and protested under Seb’s weight, as if it itself had just heard how much he weighed and decided it was too much. Once he laid down, he began to spray whatever was in the orange bottle onto his body. Slowly and methodically rubbing it in. To Ben, it all most looked like he was worshipping his own muscles as he kneaded his pecs, massaged it into his thighs, and flexed his biceps as he stroked his hand over them. “What is that stuff?” Ben asked. “Just tanning lotion.” Seb replied as he smiled at Ben, “Do you want some?” “No thanks, I’ll fry.” Ben replied as he laid his head back. His cock was only one thin wet fabric away from being exposed he couldn’t afford to get hard now. Seb on the other hand was busy filling out every square inch of his underwear with the bulge he was producing. As he spread his legs onto either side of the lounge chair, his heavy balls and cock fell between his thighs and came to rest on the lounge chair. Ben could swear the fabric on the lounge chair was sagging under them just from the weight of his pouch. Ben relaxed and closed his eyes. He wasn’t sure how much time had passed. But he must have fallen asleep in the sun. When he woke up he heard Seb snoring. In his mind. Ben got the perfect idea for revenge for the headlock. Grabbing his empty beer can he moved quietly towards the water. Dipping the can into the water he washed it out a few times to get any beer out. Then filled it with the cold lake water. As he crept back to Seb, he was prepared to pour the cold water on the sleeping beast. But then he saw it. Between Seb’s thighs his balls and cock had swollen in his sleep and had become too much for the fabric to handle. A singular nut and the tip of the shaft were exposed. Lengthening down Seb’s huge veiny thigh. The tip of Seb’s cock was so plump, and the perfect blush shade of pink, the tip poked out from Seb’s foreskin as Ben imagined pulled the skin back to reveal the whole huge head. The shaft was as thick as Ben’s wrist and corded with veins. The single nut that was exposed had to be the size of a tennis ball as the package just lie lazing against Seb’s leg. Fuck it. Ben thought, not my fault his cock is out. I can’t help that. As he raised the beer can to above Seb’s chest and began to tilt jt…Seb spoke. “Don’t you fucking dare.” He said his voice deep and solid. Freezing Ben in his tracks. “Were you going to pour that beer on me?” Seb asked. Not moving a single muscle in his body except his lips. His eyes still closed. “It’s. It’s just water. I I. I I washed it out before I put the water in it. I just wanted to get back at your for the headlock I’m so sorry I’m…” “Jesus boy.” Seb said as he sat up, with a concerned look on his face, “relax it’s okay. I was fucking around.” Ben still looked shell shocked as he had felt his life flash before him, “what’s wrong. You look terrified.” Ben still couldn’t speak as he just stood there trying not to cry in his fright that wouldn’t go away. “Are you worried I’m mad you were checking out my cock?” Seb asked. And there is was Ben shattered as whatever illusion he’d had that he’d been coy evaporated. Ben dropped his head and it hung as he stared at the gravel. Silent. “Ben.” Seb began as he stood up and reached an arm out. “It’s okay.” Seb placed a hand on Ben’s back and pulled him closer to his body which was radiating heat. “Makes me feel better about how I’ve been checking you out since you got here.” Seb said and chuckled. “Wha what?” Ben said as he tried to look up at Seb, only to be met with the bottom of the big man’s pecs. “I don’t want to sound creepy. You’ve just turned into a fucking stud. I can hardly be faulted for noticing how nice your ass looks in anything you wear, or the way your hair and eyes match in the same sandy brown color.” Ben took a moment to register what he’d just heard. Seb was telling him he was hot? And it was okay he’d been checking him out?” “Hold on.” Ben said as he pushed back away from Seb. “YOU think IM a stud?” The disbelief evident in his voice. Rosy red creeped into Seb’s cheeks as he replied, “well yeah. I couldn’t believe my luck when you showed up to my door. I almost didn’t recognize you. You’ve turned into such a man and it’s attractive.” He paused, “plus. I know you like what you see.” As he said it he bounced his pecs on full display for Ben. “I’m sorry I didn’t expect for it to happen this fast. Or even to happen at all. But when I felt your hard little cock poking me in the back all morning I knew you wanted it as much as I did.” “Wanted what?” Ben asked as he held onto Seb’s forearms for support. “This.” Seb replied as he lifted Ben off the ground. Holding Ben’s ass in his big hands and bringing their faces level. Ben laid his hands forward and tentatively placed them onto Seb’s chest, feeling his fingers sink into the curly soft fur before hitting stone hard muscle. Ben leaned forward. His turn to initiate something. He lightly placed his lips against Seb’s. Feeling the coarse facial hair tickle his face as he kissed Seb. He quickly pulled back, suddenly ashamed for having actually done it. “I’m sorry. I don’t know if I can do it.” Ben said as he fought between regret and lust in his mind. “If you don’t want to that’s okay. We can stop and forget this ever happened.” As he said it he move Ben further away from his face. Ben’s hands still planted firmly on Seb’s upper chest. “But it seems like such a waist to let a beautiful boner like that go to waste.” Seb said as he held Ben in one hand and used his other to gently rub against Ben’s cock. One of Seb’s fingers was easily as big as Ben’s hard dick, and for some reason that size difference drove Ben crazy. “Would it be okay if we maybe took it slow?” Ben asked as he stared into Seb’s dark eyes. “Of course. How slow do you want to go?” Seb replied with enough calm in his voice to ease Ben’s ebbing emotions. “Maybe we could start with just feeling each other bodies?” Ben said, letting his desire come through finally, “like muscle worship? And you can feel my body too?” “Muscle worship?” Seb replied as he cocked his head slightly, “what the fuck is that?” Ben was a little taken a back, he’d thought surely that a sex god like Seb would have every sex move and tactic memorized and perfected. “I’m sorry I’m a bit out of practice. I haven’t really done…well anything for at least 15 years.” Seb said a bit bashful. “Seriously?” Ben said, in disbelief, “but you’re fucking…just…look at you.” “It’s always been hard to find women to sleep with, I’ve always been a little too big downstairs for most of them. But now that I’ve gotten even bigger I knew it was a no go. And there’s just not that many men I’m attracted to enough to even try.” Seb said. “I must be the luckiest man in the world then. To get to show a muscle god what it means to have his muscles worshipped for the first time.” Ben licked his lips involuntarily as the ideas formed in his mind. “Would you like to start, or do you want me to go first?” Ben asked as he began to move his hands in small circles on Seb’s chest. “Why don’t you start. I’m excited to see what this will be like.” Seb said. “Let’s head to the house. I think the bed would be more comfortable than this.” Leaving their clothes behind in their rush to begin, Seb hopped onto the ATV, and Ben scrambled to climb on behind him. “Do you mind if I hold on here instead of your waist?” Ben asked as he placed his hands onto Seb’s big chest. As he did he gave he gave them a slight squeeze, feeling their heft, and begging sure to slightly pinch Seb’s hard nipples as he did. “Just be sure you hold on tight.” Seb said and he flexed his relaxed chest into two slabs of concrete under Ben’s hands. “Of course!” Ben said as he scooted his hips forward and gently ground his cock into Seb’s back. As they rode back to the house, Ben relished in the feeling of how Seb’d heavy chest bounced in his hands as the ATV hit bumps and holes as they rode back to the house. As soon as they pulled up to the back porch of the cabin, Seb jumped off the ATV. Ben noticed the huge bulge bouncing in his underwear in excitement as he waited for Ben to get off the ATV as well. Apparently inpatient, he grabbed Ben and slung him over his shoulder, bounding up the back steps and entering the cabin, Ben spent his time running his hands across Seb’s muscular back, the definition between his trap and delts, the expanse of his lats, the symmetry along his center spine. Most of all, the shelf of ass that jutted out, the tight waistband digging into his skin as the glutes shoved the fabric out in all directions, the muscles moving under the thin light underwear as Seb moved through the cabin into his bed room. Once in Seb’s room he slung Ben back over his shoulder and onto the bed. As Ben layed on the bed he was immediately met with forgiving memory foam of the mattress allowing him to sink into the deep groove Seb had made into the bed. Gripping the thick soft comforter between his fingers he looked and noticed it was a dark expensive looking burgundy red. Around the room Ben saw the tall four posters of the large wooden bed, and wispy red curtains blowing near open windows allowing in a flood of clear daylight mixed with a faded red tint. At the end of the bed was Seb, standing with his chest puffed out and a stunning wild grin on his face that screamed excitement. “I’m ready. What should I do?” Seb said, Ben noticed that although he was standing straight and tall, his hands were fumbling nervously at his sides. The swell in his underwear hadn’t grown smaller, and Ben noticed a dark wet spot forming towards the bottom of the pouch. “Come stand closer to the bed.” Ben said as he moved himself to the edge of the bed standing on his knees. Ben noted how high the bed was up off the ground. On his knees with Seb standing beside the bed, Ben was level with the top of Seb’s chest. Ben reached out his hands and firmly placed them onto Seb’s chest. “Do you know any bodybuilding poses?” Ben asked, almost whispering the words into Seb’s neck as he attempted to take charge. “I’ve practiced some, but they aren’t very professional.” Seb replied timidly. “Show me, let’s start with those monster legs and work our way up.” Ben said, not moving his hands from Seb’s body. Seb lifted Ben off the bed and gently placed him on the floor. Ben took a moment to look up and he was in awe. From the floor he looked up Seb’s body slowly. Taking in the thick hairy legs directly in front of him. Moving up, he saw how swollen Seb’s cock had become, like a balloon inflating it continued to pulse and swell inside the underwear. The thick tube of his cock and the swollen head now clearly visible as it grew larger and precum dampened the pouch. His big balls threatening to come out either side of the underwear as they flooded with cum. His rock hard gut, solid and hairy. His arms pushed out to either side by his wide lats. The centerpiece being his chest, it looked like Seb had taken a deep breath in and was holding it in as the two mountains of muscle blocked Ben’s view of the ceiling and Seb’s face above. Ben went in. Using his hands to caress Seb’s big calves. As he did, Seb flexed them, turning his calves into the sharp diamonds, flairing out on either side of the front of his leg. Moving up his leg, Ben grabbed at Seb’s thigh. As if on cue. Seb shook his thigh out preparing for the flex. As the muscular thigh bigger around than Ben’s waist swayed back and forth in front of him Ben drooled, imaging the power they held. How much could this man squat. How much could he push or pull with thighs that looked like they belonged to a draft horse. Surely Seb stomped down his foot and the shaking muscles in the thigh froze in a stunning pose as Seb’s quads exploded with size. The separation between the separate sections of muscle was truly incredible in its definition with so much muscle surrounding it. Ben used his hands and caressed the back of Seb’s thick thighs, appreciating the cords of muscle as they made up Seb’s hamstrings. Feeling his hands hit the solid bottom of Seb’s ass as he moved his hands further up and down the giants legs. Ben realized he’d been silent and in awe this entire time. “You’re so big Seb.” Ben said as he looked up at Seb, wanting to see his handsome face but only being greeted by the ever expanding bulge in his boxers. “These are the biggest legs I’ve ever seen. I can’t imagine how strong they are. They’re so hard, I bet you could pull a train. Fuck just look at them!” Ben said as he nearly hugged Seb’s thigh. Running his hands up and down the entire length of Seb’s monster legs. Momentarily his eyes looked at the bulge in Seb’s underwear. His mouth watered and then dried up as he suddenly felt a rush of nervousness about actually seeing his stepdads horse cock. Quickly he stood and climbed onto the bed. Seb had a confused look on his face as he tried to understand what Ben was doing. “I think it’s time this godly upper body got some love.” Ben said. Seb grinning again as his confidence in his massive size swelled. With a solid deep breath in, he hauled it two arms up into a massive front double bicep pose. Ben traced the deep indention separating the bicep head from the heavy tricep. Leaning in and craning his head up. Ben moved his face closer to Seb’s large flexed right arm. “Is it okay if I kiss your bicep sir?” Ben said in his most fiendishly seductive voice, almost purring the words onto Seb’s hot skin. “Yes boy. You may.” Seb said, easily stepping into the dominant roll Ben had laid out for him. Ben leaned in, his lips making contact with the thin skin stretched over Seb's large bicep peak. using his tongue, he traced along the ridge of Seb's bicep head, tracking a thick vein than ran the length from each insertion point on the long bicep. Kissing slowly, allowing his lips to taste the salty layer of sweat each time he placed his lips down, Ben made his way from the top of Seb’s huge arm to the bottom. “Can you flex your tricep for me daddy. Please. It’s so fucking big.” Ben said as he rubbed his hands on Seb’s tricep. “Of course.” Seb replied as he pulled his arms into a side tricep pose. “Fuckkkk.” Ben said as he used his fingers to trace the horseshoe shape denting into Seb’s skin. “I can’t wrap my hands around your arm it’s so big.” Ben said lustfully as he brought his face close again to being kissing Seb’s tricep. Seb put out one large finger and pressed it to Ben’s lips. Easily pushing him back away from his arm. “Ask for permission first boy.” Seb said, flashing an award winning grin at Ben. “Please may I kiss your ripped tricep?” Ben asked with a pleading tone. “Call me daddy when you do it. I liked that…A lot.” Seb said. With his free hand he reached down and touched the tip of his finger to the large wet spot in his underwear, which Ben observed was now almost dripping. Brining it back up he almost touched his finger, wet with precut, to Ben’s lips. Ben stuck out his tongue and closed his eyes. Ready to taste Seb. Seb quickly pulled his finger away, and placed it in his own mouth. “God. That tastes good. But you’ve gotta work for that, that’s how this worship thing goes right? I’ve gotta make you work for it.” Ben nodded his head, in a complete fog of lust as his wildest fantasy came true as Seb played out the role perfectly in front of him. “Please daddy, can I worship your huge tricep?” Ben said, looking up at Seb with the most convincing pleading eyes he could. “You may.” Seb said. Replacing his arm into the side pose, when he did he let out a grunt and to Ben it seemed like the tricep was swollen bigger this time than it had been just before. Fuck he was massive Ben thought. Ben leaned in again kissing Seb’s tricep, feeling the fibers of muscle under his skin on his lips, Ben again licked the slightly salty layer of sweat off of Seb’s tricep. As he worshipped Seb’s tricep, the closer he got to Seb’s armpit, the more he knew what he needed next. The clean manly musky scent was leaking into his mind like a poison gas, clouding all of his thoughts. “Daddy, can I please have your armpit next.” Ben asked, not yet pulling away from Seb’s arm. From where he was, Ben could only see Seb’s muscular arm, encompassing his whole world at the moment. He couldn’t see the quick flash of confusion in Seb’s face as he computed the idea in his mind. “Oh yeah, you want to see my pits?” Seb said, trying to regain his momentum. Slowly he pulled his arm up and placed his hand behind his head, serving his armpit to Ben on a silver platter. Ben’s mind ran a hundred miles a minute as he relived his thoughts of before. Thinking again how deep it may go, how thick and dark the hair was, and above all, the scent he will find at the bottom. Leaning in, Ben pushed his face deep into Seb’s pit. Immediately he was hit with the powerful scent, he could smell a whisper of deodorant, but above it a strong scent of man. As he stuck his tongue out, he finally tasted it, the salty taste that clung to the black hairs in Seb’s armpit. Taking a final waft, Ben finally came up for air. “Oh my god.” Ben said, a ridiculously big smile plastered onto his face. “I’ve never done that to a man before. That was fucking incredible.” “You like that huh?” Seb said, bringing his hand to the back of Ben’s head and slowly pushing it into his other armpit, “have some more then, daddy loved it too.” With his hands free and his face under Seb’s control. Ben finally allowed his hands to wander down to his cock. He was so hard it was almost painful as his cock screamed for release. Seb grabbed both of Ben’s wrists in one of his massive hands, Ben truly feeling the rough callouses on Seb’s hands rubbing against his smooth skin. Seb pulled Ben’s hands away from his cock. “Not a chance.” Seb said as he released Ben’s head from the grasp of his armpit. “What?” Ben said, genuinely confused and mostly frustrated he wasn’t allowed to do this. “I’m going to make you cum without you touching your cock once.” Seb growled as he pushed Ben down onto the bed. Ben fell to his back on the bed. As Seb climbed onto the bed he grabbed Ben’s ankles with his rough hands and gently held Ben’s legs apart. Ben noticed Seb’s cock had now grown so big that it was pulling the fabric of the underwear away from his waist, and the flaps on the front of his boxers were being opened up so that the side of his thick shaft was showing. Seb slowly bucked his hips forward, pushing his bulge into Ben’s still covered ass. Ben could feel the semi hard shaft pushing into him. The thickness of it, the wet stain Seb’s precum left as he pulled away. Seb groaned as he pushed his cock forward again. “Fuckkk boy what’s next. I’m really loving this shit.” Ben had to fight the urge to cum at that moment. Looking at Seb with his strong arms holding Ben’s legs firmly in place while shoving his massive still not completely hard cock into him. Ben could feel the power and he knew he was really turning Seb on. “I think you should worship my chest next. God yeah.” As Seb said this, Ben could feel Seb’s big cock twitching at his hole through both of their underwear. “Uh. Yeah. Yes please!” Ben said as he snapped back into the moment. Seb let go of Ben’s legs and crawled on top of Ben. Planting his ass and all 400lbs of himself onto Ben’s torso, trapping him into the bed. Seb reached back and with one huge hand, tore a hole in the front of Ben’s underwear and palmed his cock. “Fuck. My muscles really get you hard don’t they?” “Mhm” Ben whimpered. Fighting not to cum as the callouses in Seb’s hands teased the most sensitive parts of his glans. “God. Seeing you get so worked up over my body gets me just so…so…hot.” As he said this, Seb’s cock twitched and precum leaked through his underwear and onto Ben’s stomach. “Oh look what you did.” Seb said. Removing his hand from Ben’s cock, scooping up the precum, and then using it as line to continue working Ben’s cock. Ben writhed and moaned under Seb, completely trapped, but completely in lust. “Seb.” Ben gasped. “I can’t reach your pecs.” Seb seemed to register for a moment that with his huge upper body holding Ben down, Ben’s arms only reached the bottom of his chest. “I’m sorry. I guess I forgot how small you are…and how fucking huge I am.” Seb flexed his body into a most muscular pose on top of Ben, his striations in his chest popping and his traps reaching up nearly to his ears it seemed. Holy shit Ben thought. He’s really enjoying this. Seb got off of Ben and Ben crawled on top of Seb as Seb took Ben’s place lying down on the bed. As Ben sat on top of Seb’s stomach, he appreciated his how far he was lifted off the bed by Seb’s mass. “Make sure you ask permission before you begin.” Seb said with a cocky smile. “Can I worship your pecs daddy?” Ben said, his mouth almost drooling as he said the words. “Only with your mouth.” Seb replied as he grabbed Ben’s hands in his own. Brining his hands together his pecs exploded outwards, swelling in size, two massive inflating balloons hard as stone. Ben leaned forward. Slowly beginning by kissing at the top of Seb’s right pec and making his way down to the nipple. “Can I please bite your nipple?” Ben asked. “Gently. Daddys nipples are sensitive.” As Seb said this Ben made sure to file it away for later. Taking Seb’s nipple into into his mouth, Ben gently circled his tongue over Seb’s nipple. With his lips locked around Seb’s thick dark nipple he lightly sucked. Seb’s huge body flexed as Seb moaned and groaned. Ben released the nipple from his mouth. Seb released his grasp on Ben’s hands and placed them on the back of Ben’s head. Shoving it back into his own flexed pec right at his nipple. “Nah boy. Keep doin that for a little. Daddy loves that”. Unable to deny his god, Ben complied. Sucking and swirling on Seb’s nipple. His hands now free he gently tweaked Seb’s other nipple. The huge man now putty in his hands as he writhed and moaned under Ben. Seb removed his hands and pulled Ben’s mouth away, “alright alright. That’s good. Don’t want daddy to cum just yet.” Seb winked at Ben and Ben suddenly noticed the rock hard cock that was pressing against his ass, halfway up Seb’s torso. In his fever to worship Seb’s chest he hand even noticed Seb’s growing cock pressing into him. “You’re really enjoying this aren’t you?” Ben replied, wiggling his ass and teasing the tip of Seb’s cock. “More than you know.” Seb replied, “please keep worshiping my pecs.” Ben had to comply. Leaning in he began again to kiss and lick across Seb’s pec, making sure to get every massive inch. The soft hair on Seb’s chest gently tickling at Ben’s face as he dug deep into Seb’s muscle. Then he noticed large red marks streaking across the side of Seb’s chest. He quickly pulled back. “Fuck Seb are you okay?!” Ben asked. In the dim lighting he couldn’t make out what was happening to Seb. “What’s wrong?” Seb said. Lifting his head from the bed and clearing it of lust. “In your chest. The red marks?” Ben said reaching for them tentatively with his fingers. Seb chuckled, “Hahaha relax. Those are just stretch marks. Happens when you grow into a muscle god and your chest explodes in size I guess.” As he said it Seb bounced his pecs, “now get back to it baby!” Ben continued to trace his fingers along the reddish purple marks that streaked across the rounded edges of Seb’s bloated chest. He slowly made his way to the center and was greeted with the deep cavern between Seb’s two pecs. As he licked from the bottom to the top, Seb wrapped his arms around Ben’s head and held him in, he began to bounce his pecs while Ben was trapped, forced to continue to lick and kiss the as the thick hair scratched at his nose. “Fuck yessss.” Seb growled, “I’ll smother you with these big daddy pecs fuckkk!” Seb was really getting into it now, and Ben noticed the feeling of Seb’s hard cock jumping and twitching, pressing against his still covered ass. Seb relented and released Ben from the hold, but no sooner than he’d released Ben did he move his large hands to Ben’s ass. Shaking and jiggling Ben’s ass he said, “god what a fine fucking ass. I bet that hole is so fucking tight.” Ben continued to work over Seb’s chest, determined to lick and kiss every inch. Seb grabbed onto Ben’s underwear and ripped them again. This time tearing them off his body. Immediately he felt the tip of Seb’s cock poking between his cheeks, covering him in precum. “Careful big guy. I’m going to need to loosen up a bit first.” Ben said as he hesitated, he hadn’t even really looked at Seb’s full hard cock yet. Only felt the tip poking him, and Seb was still in his underwear. “Tell me Ben. Which of my muscles is your favorite? You’ve kissed and licked my whole huge body now. What’s your favorite part?” Seb said, desire dripping from his tongue. “I couldn’t say. I haven’t gotten to worship all your hard muscles yet.” Ben replied as he moved his ass rhythmically up and down along the tip of Seb’s dick. “Better get to it then. Daddy wants an answer.” Seb said gently pushing the top of Ben’s head, encouraging him to move lower. Ben kissed down Seb’s body. Halfway down his torso, his lips came into contact with the tip of Seb’s cock. It was as big as an apple, but the foreskin was still covering the head like a sheath. A pool of precum had formed on Seb’s hard gut and Ben licked it slowly before placing his lips on the very exposed tip of Seb’s cock. Tasting Seb for the first time he was thrilled, it was strong and salty, but slightly sweet on his tongue as he worked his tongue to encourage more to leak from Seb. Ben continued to kiss down the shaft. The prominent ridge on the underside was throbbing as hot to the touch as Seb’s body pumped pints to blood into the huge organ. Ben noticed with excitement that Seb’s boxers were still on, just the top of the shaft was sticking out of his boxers. Ben grabbed the waistband and began to pull it down as he continued to kiss further and further down. Like he was unwrapping the sexiest gift in the world. He pulled the waistband down and down as Seb’s never ending thick veiny cock continued to emerge. Finally Ben reached a point where the waistband wouldn’t move down any more. “Here let me help you.” Seb said as he arched his back and Ben yanked and pulled on Seb’s underwear, hearing elastic snap in the waistband as it fought to get over his globular muscle ass. Finally Ben pulled it free and pulled them completely off. As he sat at Seb’s feet staring up at the muscled god laying in the bed in front of him he was awe struck. From the tree trunk thighs, the huge balls, the thick long elegant shaft of his cock dripping and jumping with horny anticipation, the solid hairy muscle gut, the wall of pecs blocking Seb’s face, his huge heavy arms draped out to either side of him. Ben climbed up and grabbed Seb’s cock with both hands. It was so thick he couldn’t get his whole hand around it at the base, and so long that with both hands stacked, there was still plenty of cock left to suck. Slowly Ben pulled back Seb’s foreskin, exposing his sensitive precum soaked head to the world. “Can I please suck daddy’s cock?” Ben said into Seb’s balls as he took a long inhale and then licked the salty overgrown sack. “Only if you can handle it. Now is your time to back out. If you keep going we’re going until I’m finished. You’re not wasting a perfect hard on like that.” Seb said raising his head up and peering at Ben over his pecs. Ben stared back longingly as he lowered his lips to Seb’s swollen cock head. As soon as he made contact Seb’s head fell back to the bed and he bucked his hips up, forcing his cock head onto Ben’s mouth and Ben could feel the shaft swell slightly in his hands as a large drop of precum rushed into his mouth. “Fuck boy. Your lips are so soft. They’re just what my hard cock needed.” Seb said as he began t(•_•t) play with his own erect nipples. Ben attempted to swallow as much of Seb’s cock as he could, and he began to move his hands in a twisting fashion over the remaining length of Seb’s girthy cock, choking and slobbering to make sure he got it nice and wet, sucking out every drop of precum Seb would allow him to drink. “Do you like how I’m worshiping your huge cock daddy?” Ben said, pulling his lips off of Seb’s length and tightening his grip as he moved his hands to the tip of Seb’s cock. Teasing and testing the sensitive exposed head as the bigger man moaned in pleasure. “Yeah son. Just like that. Fucking show me how much you love that big muscle dick.” Seb said, now his hands were roaming his body, flexing and feeling his own muscles as Ben watched and teased his cock. Ben noticed a solid shiver that overtook Seb’s body as he used his tongue to play with Seb’s huge piss slit, white running his fingers under the rim of the tip. “It’s so sensitive.” Ben said as he worked his tongue deeper into the slit of Seb’s cock, fighting a constant stream of thick precum. “You’re making daddy feel real good boy.” Seb said, continuing to feel his own muscles , flexing his biceps and bouncing his pecs while Ben pleasured his cock. Keeping his hands working in a twisting motion on Seb’s cock head and shaft, Ben slowly kissed down the length and slowly began to lick Seb’s swollen balls. Moving his hands from the shaft he held Seb’s huge testicles in both is hands. Lifting them up to his mouth. “They’re so fucking big. So fucking heavy.” Ben purred as he lapped his tongue over the salty skin of Seb’s balls. “Yeah that’s what a real fucking man looks like. That’s what a real man tastes like fuckkkk.” Seb said as he reached down and began to stroke his cock slowly. Ben tried to fit a whole testicle into his mouth. He wanted nothing more than to swirl his tongue around it and lick every bit of that taste away, but they were too swollen for him to try. As he licked, he worked Seb’s balls with his hands, kneading and tugging at them, testing to see what the big man liked the best. In the end Ben discovered the most reaction when the tugged on them a little too hard and continued to lick them. Coming up for air Ben slowly climbed up Seb’s body, dragging his own small cock slowly along the length of Seb’s, feeling the solid rock hard hairy stomach, and eventually settling with his cock lain between Seb’s massive pecs. It seemed to sink into the deep valley between them, swallowed by the hairy muscle in either side, his small cock throbbing and he felt Seb slowly squeeze his pecs together; trapping him. Ben said, “I think it’s time you flipped over so I can worship that monster back.” “Mmm. You want to see how wide I fucking am?” Seb said, puffing his chest and grabbing onto Ben’s hips with a tight firm grip. “Please sir.” Ben whimpered as Seb slowly bounced his pecs against Ben’s trapped dick. “You’ll have to get off me so I can roll over. You think you can get your little prick out from between these huge pecs?” Seb said, squeezing with slightly more pressure. Ben was conflicted. Did he want to fuck Seb’s massive chest? Yes. But he also wanted to worship his impossibly wide back…and maybe even get to play with his insane muscle ass. He knew he couldn’t brute force his way out. If Seb wanted him here, he’d bet trapped until Seb let him go. But he thought he knew just how to play this to get everything he wanted, and please Seb to the max. "Please daddy. Please let me worship your strong sexy back. Please let me go so I can kiss all of your muscles.” The satisfied grin that flashed onto Seb’s face as Ben said this let him know he’d gotten it. “If you want to so bad. I guess I’ll allow it.” Seb said, unflexing his chest and releasing his iron grip on Ben’s hips. Ben climbed off of the mountain of a man and Seb rolled over. As he did he flared his lats out as best he could. “Go ahead boy. Get to it. These muscles demand it.” Seb said with a cocky grin as he looked back over his shoulder at Ben. Ben beamed with excitement as he climbed onto Seb’s back. He sat so that his knees were right at the base of Seb’s lats. Leaning forward Ben ran his hands up Seb’s back. As he did he leaned his body forward and slowly kissed up Seb’s spine, digging his fingers into the deep grooves between the different strong muscles in Seb’s back. For his part, Seb moved his shoulders, flexing and relaxing the muscles in his back and groaning in pleasure as Ben worked over his back. Slowly Ben made his was down Seb’s back. Reaching his arms out to the side and feeling the thick wings of muscle that comprised Seb’s lats. “God. Look at the way your wide back makes a perfect V down to your waist.” Ben said as he caressed Seb’s sides and worked his mouth down towards Seb’s ass. “Seb…” Ben began, he’d already come so far but somehow he was still hesitant. This had all happened so incredibly quick, but Seb seemed to be enjoying it maybe even more than Ben was. “Have you ever had your ass eaten?” Ben said as he ran his hands along the bulging curve of Seb’s huge ass. Seb was silent for a moment, Ben felt like he was Icarus and he’d flown too close to the sun. “Eat ass?” Seb said, “you mean like a man eats pussy?” Ben couldn’t help but chuckle at the comparison as he comprehended how new and exciting this all must be for him. “Yeah, something like that. Do you mind if I try it?” Seb again hesitated, “please, if you don’t like it I’ll stop, but an ass this powerful, this fucking massive, an ass this strong, it deserves the best treatment.” As he said it Ben placed heavy kisses around Seb’s ass. He noticed it was covered in a light dusting of peach fuzz, soft, but he could see much darker hairs peering out from the center. “You haven’t led me wrong yet. Go for it.” Seb said, and Ben could hear the excitement in his breath. Using his hands and quite a bit of force, Ben forced Seb’s ass apart. Sliding his hand inside, he appreciated just how deep it seemed to go. It was warm, and the big man was sweaty from the heat in the room. Forcing his face in he moved to Seb’s tight hole. The scent was intoxicating, the taste salty from sweat, but also somehow sweet. His hands still roaming the mass of Seb’s ass, Ben stuck out his tongue, as soon as it touched Seb’s hole, Seb’s ass flexed and turned to granite around his head as his whole body flexed in pleasure. “Holy FUCK Ben! yes!l Seb howled, and Ben went in deeper. Pressing his tongue deeper into Seb. Seb bagan to move his hips, rubbing his cock on the bed and moving Ben’s face across his ass. Suddenly Ben’s face was ripped from Seb’s ass. As Seb turned over his rock hard cock bobbed. “Please let me do that to you.” Seb said, his face lighting up with pure pleasure. Ben returned the smile, “yes sir!” Ben said. Without missing a beat Seb moved to his knees on the Bed. He lifted Ben and quickly flipped him upside down. Seb held Ben in his strong arms as Ben’s legs spread open, Seb dove his head in quickly. Ben reached down and grabbed onto Seb’s thick pole and began to work the flow of precum all along the shaft. Seb finally reached his tongue into Ben’s hole and even the muscle that made up his tongue was huge and powerful. Seb worked his way into Ben’s hole. Wrapping one arm around Ben, holding him in place with one arm, Seb worked one finger into Ben. “You taste so damn good boy.” Seb said as he worked a second finger slowly into Ben’s ass. “Please tell me you’re going to fuck me.” Ben said as he continued to slick Seb’s cock with spit and precum. “I’m afraid I’ll hurt you.” Seb replied as he worked a third finger gently into Ben’s tight hole. “This ass is so tight, so perfect.” Seb leaned in and began to kiss Ben’s ass as he continued to finger him. “We can take our time. I want you inside me. Please daddy. I need to feel this huge cock inside me.” Beg said tightening his grip and jerking Seb’s cock faster. “Yeah boy? Tell me what you want me to do to you.” Seb said. Spitting on to Ben’s hole and moving his fingers at a quicker pace. “I want you to use me like a fucking toy. I want you to show me how a real man fucks.” Ben could feel Seb’s cock jerk in his hands as he said it. Over the next hour Seb slowly worked his fist into Ben, slowly accommodating Ben to his thick wrist and muscled forearm. “I think you’re ready baby.” Seb said as he finally relinquished his fingers from Ben’s hole. Ben released Seb’s cock, and he was lain on the bed on his back. “Please go slow.” Bed said as Seb rubbed the head of his cock along Ben’s hole. “Don’t worry baby. Daddy is going to take good care of you.” Seb said as he spit a huge drop of saliva onto his cock, and rubbed it in, “fuck. All that precum you worked out of me has my cock perfectly lubed up already, good job boy.” Seb said aligning his cock to Ben’s hole. Slowly he pushed just the head in. As it slid in Ben could feel his hole stretch and then contract as soon as the tip was inside. “Holy shit.” Seb said as Ben took a sharp inhale. Seb rocked his hips slowly, putting the first few inches in, and then pulling it out to where only this tip was inside. “Oh my god.” Ben gasped as he used his hands to try and hold his ass open for Seb. “so big…” was all Ben could say over and over under his breath and he struggled to accommodate Seb’s intruding member. “Feel good?” Seb said as he used one hand to grip onto Ben’s cock, using his other to tweak his own fat nipple. “Seb. Please. Please. I’m going to cum.” Ben said as he felt his long awaited orgasm building. He had managed to keep it under control this whole time. But feeling his little cock in Seb’s huge hand, while Seb’s solid thick cock was slowly making its way deeper and deeper into Ben. “Go on. Cum for daddy.” Seb said as he released Ben’s cock. With his cock several inches into Ben, Seb flexed a most muscular pose, leaning his huge upper body down over Ben. Ben reached up and felt Seb’s arms, roaming his hands to Seb’s chest. It was over for him then. Ben came, his cock jerked as it exploded. Sending a solid stream of cum from his cock to his chest. Seb took his hand and scooped the cum off of Ben and slowly inserted his fingers into his mouth, licking and sucking the cum off. “Mmm you taste so sweet.” Seb said as he licked his lips and leaned forward towards Ben. Pushing his hands under Ben, Seb lifted Ben and stood beside the bed. Holding Ben firmly on his cock. Ben brought his head close and began to lick the sweat dripping from Seb’s chest, tugging at his nipples. “Now it’s my turn.” Seb said, “you said you wanted me to ‘use you like a fucking toy’?” Ben mumbled an affirmation into Seb’s chest, “good. I’m going to treat you like the little cocksleeve that you are!” Ben felt Seb’s grip shift. In his huge hands he was holding Ben’s thighs and waistc folding Ben in half with his knees to his chest. Seb positioned Ben, Seb’s arms fully extended, he truly was holding Ben like he was a sex toy. He felt utterly powerless in this position as this hulk of a man dominated him completely. Slowly Seb began to lift Ben and then lower him back onto his cock. Fucking himself like he was using a flesh light. Ben’s eyes rolled back in ecstasy and he felt completely taken by Seb. “Fuck. You’re doing so good. You’re taking half my cock now.” Seb said, admiration at Ben in his voice. “Half?!” Ben said registering in his delight. He could feel how deep Seb was inside of him. “You’ll know when it’s all the way in. You’ll feel my big balls smack against your tight little ass.” Seb replied. “Please. I need it all. I want it all. I can take it. Please use me to pleasure yourself!” Ben begged as he reached his hands out and grasped onto Seb’s meaty forearms. Feeling the striated veiny muscles that made up his body’s support system. “It only gets thicker the lower you go.” Seb said, his domineering role slipping as his concern for Ben snuck through. “You had this fucking thing in me earlier,” Ben said. Grasping onto Seb’s left forearm with both hands, “I can handle it. Please.” Seb simply nodded as he slowly lowered Ben down onto his steel hard tool. Ben could feel the cock in his stomach. As he looked down at his body he could swear he could see Seb’s fat mushroom head poking against the skin of his abdomen. “There is it baby.” Seb said as he finally fully entered Ben. Slowly grinding Ben’s ass against his crotch. Seb was right. Ben coukd absolutely feel Seb’s big tight balls press against his ass and Seb moved him around. “You ready for me to cum?” Seb asked. Ben could only nod as he entered a state of such bliss he was almost delirious. Seb again to move his massive arms, pumping Ben along the length of his cock. Ben could feel the ridge of Seb’s cock grinding against his insides, pressing his sweet spot, begging him to cum again. “Fuckkk fuck Seb I’m im uhhhhhh!” Ben cried as he came again, shooting another load that splattered onto Seb’s sweaty forearm. “Fuck. You’re so tight when you cum. Where do you want it huh? Where do you want daddy’s big load?” Seb said with a ferocity that let Ben know he was close. The wet smacks of Ben’s ass slamming into Seb’s body quickened. Seb’s cock swelled. “Please breed me.” Ben said, and almost instantly he felt the warm gush of cum explode inside him. Seb’s cock twitched and spasmed inside him as it shot jet after jet of thick creamy seed deep inside him. Seb threw his head back and released a primal, gutters noise, the muscles in his neck straining and turning red from the force of the load. Every muscle on his god like body flexed and seemed to swell, covered in that same thick dark hair and dripping with sweat. Ben was on the bed now, and Seb had laid his most on top of Ben. He was holding himself up on his elbows so he didn’t crush Ben, but Ben could still feel his huge member inside of him. “Holy fuck.” Seb said, turning his head down to stare into Ben’s eyes. “That was fucking…holy fuck.” “I can’t believe you actually used me like a fucking flesh light.” Ben said, slowly caressing Seb’s hairy chest as it hung above him. “It’s what you said you wanted; and I aim to please.” Seb said, leaning in to kiss Ben. “But you got to cum twice. I don’t think it’s fair I only came once.” Seb said, flexing his still hard cock inside of Ben. “Let me make it up to you.” Ben replied whisperer of into Seb’s ear. “How would you do that?” Seb said between kisses as he kissed up and down Ben’s neck,, his thick beard scratching and tickling Ben as he went. “Lay down on your back. Let me show you just how much I love your big dick.” Seb’s eyes twinkled in excitement as he slowly pulled his cock out of Ben. A final wet *plop* brought it out and Ben instantly craved the feeling of having it inside him again. As Seb lay on his back, bed straddled his waist. Feeling Seb’s hefty cock at full attention under him. Grinding his hips back and forth, moving his ass along the length of Seb’s cock, he grabbed at Seb’s chest. Getting hit hole to the tip he pushed back, allowing the tip to slide in. Ben rocked his hips and slowly took more and more of Seb inside of him while he tweaked Seb’s nipples. Seb watched Ben with a fiendish grin on his face, please with the work Ben was doing. Ben finally took all of Seb’s cock, and then raised his body so that only the head was inside him, then he dropped hard back onto Seb’s torso. Seb threw his head back in pleasure as his entire cock was gripped by Ben’s insides at once. Ben continued to squat up and down on Seb’s cock. “Fucking flex your biceps for me!” Ben called as he rode Seb wildly. Seb complied and hauled his massive arms into an inhuman flex of power. Ben grabbed onto Seb’s biceps, “god. So fucking big. Im so lucky.” Ben cried as he slammed his ass down into Seb and ground his hips in a slow wide circular motion. “Fuck. I’m going to cum!” Seb cried again after what seemed to Ben about 30 minutes of riding Seb wildly, his thighs has began to burn and he was beginning to wonder if the beast would ever tire. “Come here!” Seb said pulling Ben’s face into his chest. Lifting his knees and arching his back Ben again to thrust into Ben at an insane speed, pike driving the smaller man’s ass into complete submission. “Yeah smother in daddy’s pecs while I fuck you. Oh fuck yessss!” Seb called as he flexed his pecs against Ben’s face. Ben whimpered and moaned as he came again involuntarily. Another thrust and Seb began to pump his load inside of Ben. He continued to fuck Ben with a wild abandon as his cock unloaded into Ben. Ben breathed heavily into Seb’s chest as Seb continued to hold him in place, fully impaled on his cock. Ben was released and he sat up, bracing his work body onto Seb’s broad shoulders as he did. “How was that?” Seb asked, slightly out of breath, running his rough hands over Ben’s body. “It was perfect. I think you came more the second time than you did the first.” Ben replied. “Well. Maybe my third load will be even bigger.” Seb said, flexing his still hard cock inside of Ben. Ben’s eyes widened, “Another load?” “Well you came again, I just want to keep us even. Plus. I warned you. Once we start we aren’t stopping until my balls are drained.” Seb told him as he grabbed his balls and began to tug at them. “I’m not sure my ass can take another beating like that.” Ben said tentatively. Imagining Seb’s powerful body going at him again. “But. I do have an idea. You can say no. But I really think we’d both enjoy it.” Ben said as he tried to concoct a plan in his head to ensure he satisfied his god. “I’m listening.” Seb said as he gripped Ben’s ass in his hands and began to kneed and squeeze. “Okay. What if you were almost upside down. And I ate your ass while your jerked your cock. Then when you came you’d cum all over your chest. I could see what a massive load it was, then lick every bit of it off.” As he said it he realized how ridiculous and fantasy like it sounded he was almost embarrassed. But the thought of cleaning Seb’s massive load off of his big chest, tasting his thick cum, he knew he wanted to make it happen. Seb’s face seemed confused as if he couldn’t really conjure the image in his head of what exactly Ben wanted him to do. “Why don’t you direct me how to move and let’s see what we can do.” Giving Ben a reassuring smile, Ben felt more confident in this fantasy he was about to play out. In the end. Ben sat on the high bed. Ben lay with his head and shoulders on the floor, with his ass propped up facing the ceiling. His long extravagant cock pointed down from his hips and faced his chest. From his position on the bed, Ben was face to …face? with Seb’s spread legs and his exposed hole. Excitement drove Ben as he placed his hands on Ben’s hamstrings. “Ready big guy?” Ben said as Seb adjusted just a big for comfort and then placed his hands on his cock. “Ready.” Seb replied as he began to slowly stroke his cock. Ben dove his face into Seb. Taking in the manly aroma of sex as he lashed with his tongue. Finally able to get deeper into Seb’s ass, Ben went to town sucking and licking at Seb’s hole. Then he began to move one finger closer to Seb’s ass. Slowly inserting his finger, with no protest from Seb, he felt the incredibly tight warm grip of Seb’s ass. “Are you still hard?” Seb suddenly asked.b “As a rock!” Ben replied as he continued to work his finger into Seb’s ass. “Why don’t you stick your cock in there instead.” Seb said, his body shaking as he worked his big cock. “Are you sure?” Ben replied. “I’ve fingered myself before and my finger is about the same size as your beautiful cock. I can handle it. And I think it’ll be perfect to get me off.” Ben was in no position or mood to argue or protest. Spitting on the head of his own cock, Ben stood on the bed and slowly lowered his cock into Seb. “Awe fuck. It’s perfect!” Seb cried as his hole tightened around Ben’s cock. The grip so strong Ben wasn’t sure how much he’d be able to pull out and go back in. “Fuck Seb. It’s so tight!” Ben said as he placed his hands on Seb’s ass to balance himself. “Yeah. That’s a real man’s ass. Show me how you fuck. Make daddy proud.” Ben took the hint and began to raise and lower himself rhythmically into Seb. As he gripped onto Seb’s ass he hauled one hand back and smacked Seb’s hard ass, the rock hard muscle stinking his hand as he did it. “Shit yeah boy! I’m getting close!” Seb called as Ben also realized he was about to cum as well. He didn’t stand a chance to last long inside this perfect hole. Ben felt Seb’s ass tightened fiercely around his cock as the big man roared, his whole body shaking as he pumped his load from his cock. As it subsided he said, “I was right. This load was bigger. God damn son I hope you’re hungry. There’s a lot of cum to clean up down here.” As he said it Ben’s cock shot its nearly dry load into Seb. “I think I’m out.” Ben said as he slowly pulled his cock from inside Seb. “That’s alright. You’re keeping up with me just fine. I’m not sure many people could hang in there with me like this!” Seb pushed his body away from the bed and sprawled out onto the floor with his legs and arms spread out. “Holy shit.” Ben said under his breath as he looked at the load that quite literally covered Seb’s wide chest. “I made sure to spread it around so you can worship all of my pec muscle.” Seb said as he winked at Ben, “Get to it. Don’t want dinner to get cold.” Ben’s eyes lit up as he scrambled to Seb. Sticking his tongue out he licked from the bottom of Seb’s chest to the bottom of Seb’s neck. “Come here. Let me taste that load.” Seb said as he placed his hands on either side of Ben’s head and pulled him into a kiss. As he did. Ben’s body was rubbed onto Seb’s chest, getting cum all along his torso. “Oh yeah. It tastes so good coming from your hot little mouth.” Ben returned and continued to suck and lick every square inch of Seb’s broad chest. Collapsing on top of Seb, Ben said, “Seb. That was incredible.” “I can’t believe I’ve never had someone worship my muscles before. I don’t think I’ve ever been that hard and turned on.” “You’re really good at taking the dominating role too.” Ben complimented, lightly playing with Seb’s nipple as he rested his head on Seb’s chest. “I was trying. I got sucked in and it made it so much hotter. You have any other fantasies you want to try out?” Seb said grabbing his still semi hard cock and slapping it hard against Ben’s ass cheeks making a wet thwack thwack as he grinned. “Oh. I have plenty.” Ben said, completely exhausted and feeling Seb’s load start to slowly leak from his stretched hole. “Good thing you’re here for another couple days.” Seb said, “why don’t we go shower off and go have dinner?” Ben nodded into Seb’s chest, not ever wanting this to end, and imagining in his head all the fantasies he wanted to play out this weekend. End of Part 1 Reluctantly. Ben got up and Seb began to rise from the ground. Standing next to him, Ben was in awe of just how stunning he looked. Clearly the activities of the past few hours had pumped up his muscles, his tan from the morning was beginning to set in, and the sweat covered his body so he seemed to shimmer in the evening light that bled through the curtains of the room. “Seb wait.” Ben said as his eyes drank in Seb. “What’s up?” Seb replied as he opened a dresser and produced two towels. “Can I shower with you?” Ben asked. Almost knowing the answer, but somehow needed Seb to provide permission. “Of course. You don’t expect me to soap up and clean these big muscles all by myself do you?” Seb replied bouncing his pecs and winking at Ben. Involuntary Ben blushed as blood rushed to his cock in the excitement of getting to feel Seb’s body again. Ben followed Seb to his shower. The shower Ben had used had been a normal sized tub and shower combo. However Seb’s bathroom had some added details. As Ben walked into the bathroom he noticed a large shower in the corner, it had a permanent shower chair inside of it and two large rainfall shower heads mounted to the ceiling. Seb climbed in the shower and started the water running, and then he sat down on the shower chair. Ben followed him in, the steam immediately rising from the hot water as it fell onto both of their bodies. With Seb sitting and Ben standing, Ben was almost at eye level with Seb, who sat with his legs spread wide; his long cock draped down between his legs, huge even when soft. Ben moved forward, placing his hands on Seb’s powerful thighs, moving between them, his own cock aching as it grew hard again. “The soap is on the shelf behind you.” Seb said as Ben turned to grab the bottle of body wash on the wall caddy. “Hand it to me. Let me wash you off first.” Seb said as Ben handed him the bottle. Ben pushed his hair out of his face as he stood in front of Seb, watching the water drip from his body, running down his chest and through his body hair, running off of his cock like a pipe in the rain. “Here. Come sit on my lap.” Seb said, and Ben moved to sit his bare sore ass on Seb’s thigh. As he did, Ben noticed that as Seb sat, his thigh was spread out, making it even larger than it normally would be. Seb pumped a large drop of the soap onto one huge hand, and then rubbed it into both. He leaned forward and placed one hand on Ben’s chest, Ben felt his calloused fingers running over his nipples as Seb worked the soap into a lather. Seb placed his other hand on Ben’s back, holding him steady. As Seb worked the soap over Ben’s body, Ben felt himself sandwiched between Seb’s big rough hands. His feet lifted off the ground as he sat comfortably on Seb’s lap. Against his bare ass he felt Seb’s overdeveloped thigh muscles flexing and moving under him. “Your body is so fucking beautiful.” Seb said as he slowly worked his hands over Ben’s torso and back. Moving one big hand he began to work on hand down Ben’s arm. “You really think so?” Ben said, his own discomfort with his body coming to the surface as this perfect specimen worked him over. “Oh yeah.” Seb said, as he replied Ben felt Seb’s cock jump against his calf as Seb worked his hands and eyes over Ben’s body. “And not only that, but the way you have with words, the way you move your body, the way you feel my body, and how hard you get. Fuck. Your cock gets so fucking hard. You know just exactly what to do and what to say, and that’s all so fucking hot.” Seb said. As he lauded over Ben, Ben could feel Seb’s cock pumping and growing as he continued to work his hands all over Ben’s body. “I really can’t get over how much I love your cock.” Seb said as he moved a soapy slick hand over Ben’s cock and began to slowly stroke it. “Seb…” Ben began, his mind fighting with itself, the reality of what Seb was saying versus the internal struggle with his own confidence. Seb’s hands stopped moving as he looked at Ben, “what’s up?” Seb asked. “I’m sorry. I’ve just never felt good about my body. It’s just odd to hear someone compliment me I guess.” Ben said. “Hey I get it. I was always so tall and lanky, I felt awkward as fuck all the time. I get it. But you even have a leg up on me in that.” Seb said. “How so?” Ben replied. “Well, until I started putting on weight and muscle, my face looked like a skeleton. But you. Your jawline, your lips, your thick hair, those beautiful eyes. You’re the whole package, Ben.” Seb said, as he did he began to lean in. Ben had never felt more attraction to anyone before, having his biggest insecurities smoothed over by Seb was healing and so fucking hot. Ben leaned in and began to kiss Seb. Wrapping his hands around Seb’s neck. Ben felt the water falling down between both of their faces. Seb’s tongue invaded Ben’s mouth as his hands tightened their grip on Ben’s body. Ben placed his hands on Seb’s chest and he lightly pushed back. “Easy big guy. I still get to wash your body.” As he said this, Ben noticed Seb’s now semi hard cock twitching between his legs. Ben grabbed the soap and squeezed a generous amount into his hands. Lathering heavily, he placed his hands on the top of Seb’s shoulders. “Do you want me to tell you what I feel while I wash you?” Ben asked. “What do you mean?” Seb replied. “Let me give you an example.” Ben said as he worked his hands in a slow circular pattern across Seb’s shoulders. “Your shoulders are so well developed. So wide that I can’t wash both of them at the same time. The way your deltoids explode out, and the way your traps raise up from your shoulders makes you look so god damned big.” Ben was standing now, between Seb’s legs. As he washed Seb’s wide shoulders he felt Seb’s cock rising between his legs, pushing against the inner part of Ben’s thighs as it rose and protested at being stopped. “Yeah. Do that. Describe what you’re feeling as you wash my huge body.” Seb said. Moving his hands down to Seb’s arms Ben continued to lather soap onto him, calling out the feelings he felt through his hands. “Your tricep is so heavy.” Ben said as he wrapped his hands around the back of Seb’s arm, “I love the way you can see the separation between your bicep and tricep, it’s so deep. Can you flex your tricep for me big guy?” Ben cooed and Seb responded by flexing his arm. “God. How fast it turns had as steel, and look at this massive horseshoe. I love to imagine how much weight your could lift with just one of your huge arms.” Ben worked his hands to Seb’s bicep, “and this huge peak, look how it splits. Both of the heads on this bicep are so well defined. Look how small my hands look while I wash your bicep.” Ben could feel Seb’s rock hard cock under him now, throbbing wildly as Ben slowly worked his way over Seb’s body. Feeding into his apparent massive ego and teasing him with praise. “And your forearms. Can you flex those? Yeah just like that. Twist your wrist back and forth.” Ben ran both of his hands along the length of Seb’s forearm, at the same time he began to squeeze his thighs together, stimulating Seb’s iron hard cock as it pressed up and up against Ben’s body. “I love how when you twist your wrist the way I can see each invisibility fiber of muscle move. The way those big veins snake their way down to your big hands.” Ben slowly moved his hands back up Seb’s arms. “Now for your chest…” Ben began as he poured soap from the bottle on top of Seb’s chest, letting it run down the thick mounds of muscle. Ben used his hands to swirl the soap into Seb’s hairy chest. “It’s relaxed. It feels…almost squishy. But I can feel how heavy each pec is.” As he spoke, Ben ran his hands under Seb’s chest. Where Seb’s whale of a chest hung down, Ben had to lift up each pec to truly wash under them, feeling how heavy each was as he held it up, gently massaging it, feeling the relaxed muscle under his hands. Slowly Ben worked his fingers in large circles around Seb’s nipples, feeling them as they grew harder and more pronounced in his fingers, slowly erecting out of the bush of hair that coated Seb’s chest. “I love how sensitive your nipples are, and they’re so big, it’s like squeezing two big erasers.” As he said it, Ben felt a surge of confidence and he grabbed Seb’s nipples, one in each hand between his thumb and pointer finger and began to twist. As he did he felt a surge in Seb’s cock between his legs as Seb threw his head back and let out a groan somewhere between a moan and a growl. His huge hands grabbing at the walls of the shower as Ben twisted and pulled at Seb’s nipples. “Fuck boy…” Seb said in a labored breath, flexing his chest and rolling his pecs into solid rocks. Ben traced his hands around fist sized divots at the side of Seb’s chest. “Get on your knees.” Seb said. Ben complied and got down on the shower floor. “Do my legs next.” As he said it, Seb grabbed his cock with body hands and began to slowly stroke it. Getting off completely on Ben admiring his body. Suds from his upper body had run down and had coalesced onto his large thighs. Ben worked the white bubbles into a lather on Seb’s thighs. In response, Seb outstretched his long legs, flexing his thighs. “They look like diamonds.” Ben said as he ran his hands over the striated cords of muscle that make up Seb’s legs. “They’re hard like diamonds too aren’t they boy.” Seb said, using one hand to continue to work his cock, teasing his own sensitive head, and pulling at a fat nipple with the other hand. “They’re so hard, all of your muscles are so big and so hard.” Ben said, watching the ecstasy on Seb’s face, his huge chest rising and falling in quick succession as he got closer to climax. “How’d you like a face full of daddy’s cum boy?” Seb growled. “Please daddy, I want it so bad. I want you to cover me, paint my face.” Ben replied. “Wash my balls son.” Seb said, and Ben quickly reached and began to massage Seb’s heavy nuts. They hung low in this position, heavy and full. “Go ahead pull on them a little.” Ben complied, gripping with both hands right above where Seb’s big testicles sat in his sack, and gave a tug. Seb responded with a low moan, and Ben took the hint and pulled harder. “That’s it boy, work those big bulls balls! Fuck yeahhh.” Seb was close now, Ben could see the veins engorging and the mushroom head of Seb’s cock swelling. “Here it comes, fuck ugh, get ready.” Obediently, Ben sat back, sticking his tongue out, the water still pouring from the shower forced him to close his eyes, something he’d be grateful for soon. Seb roared as he pointed his cock directly at Ben’s beautiful face, the first shot of hot cum hit Ben’s tongue like a master marksmen firing a gun, Ben quickly swallowed and opened his mouth for more. He felt the hot jets of Seb’s cum spray his face, his body, slashing over him in thick globs. Looking up at Seb for a moment he saw the orgasm had slowed, quickly Ben moved forward and grabbed Seb’s cock with both hands. The engorged head of Seb’s cock still leaked cum as Ben placed his mouth onto it. Swallowing the head of Seb’s ultra sensitive cock, using his tongue to pleasure the big man. Seb groaned as more cum escaped the length of his cock, flooding Ben’s mouth, Seb’s huge body writhing in pleasure as Ben teased his cock and feasted on the cum that continued to flow in Seb’s long orgasmic state. Seb pulled Ben’s head off of his cock with a wet *plop* as Ben’s lips broke contact with the fat head. “God damn boy!” Seb said panting, his chest heaving, his eyes looking down at Ben. “You taste so good.” Was all Ben could say as he licked his lips and felt the water washing the hefty load that coated his body. “Come up here and let me taste too.” Seb said, is eyes beckoning Ben. Ben stood and Seb lifted him into his lap, and they kissed, Seb’s huge load stuck to Ben’s face and falling between their lips. Seb broke away the kiss, “I think we’d better actually clean up and get out, the water is starting to get cold and I’m starving; gotta feed these big muscles.” Seb winked at Ben and flexed his bicep. Setting Ben down they both committed to actually showering, and quickly leaving as the hot water left even faster. Getting out they toweled off, as Seb walked into his room and began to hunt for clothes, Ben asked, “Seb?” Seb paused his search for shorts and turned his head towards Ben, “Yeah?” “Do you think maybe we could just wear our underwear for the rest of the night, it’s soooo hot in here.” As he said it he gave Seb a sly wink along with the cork in his grin. “You’re right it is hot, I think only wearing our underwear would be smart.” As he said this he turned back to his drawer and ruffled through to the bottom. “Do you thiiiiiiiiink this willllllll do?” Seb drew out his words as he searched the drawer for what he was looking for. As he finished, he lifted a tiny piece of hot pink fabric out of the drawer. Ben’s cheeks bloomed with roses as he examined the tiny stretch in Seb’s hands. “Seb, I love it. But where did that come from?” Ben asked, “I don’t think it’ll fit.” Seb began to lift one large leg into the pink garment, “Well I may not have known what muscle worship was, or dated in quite a while, but that doesn’t mean I don’t enjoy going out every now and then; and you can’t very well go out and impress in loose fitting boxers.” “I hardly think you’d ever have a problem with anything fitting loosely.” Ben chided as he watched Seb step his other leg in. “Well, maybe now, but these are a couple of years old. I believe the term is a jockstrap.” As he said the last word he grabbed the waistband and stood up, pulling the thong up his legs as he went. “And, don’t worry, like I said, I’ve always had a big daddy dick. So this pouch stretches plenty, it even has a place for my big balls.” Seb worked his package into the front pouches of the jockstrap, delicately moving and positioning everything just so. As he examined his face screwed into a look of slight confusion , “Well, maybe I’ve grown more than I thought.” Ben observed the final product, Seb’s jockstrap seemed to enhance his package, lifting it and forcing it slightly forward, but there was simply too much meat for the pouch to hold. His cock and balls forced the pouch forward, leaving a gap between his groin and the pouch where his balls and cock threatened to spill out. As he turned around, Ben saw the straps meant to sit below his ass were in fact, completely covered by the overhang of his ass, stretched to their max. The lettering on the waistband stretched around his waist, making it impossible to read the brand. “Well I think they’re perfect!” Ben said as he walked towards Seb, “Just don’t get hard.” He cooed as he lightly ran the back of his hand along the overstuffed pouch. “I need to go to my room and get something to put on, I’ll meet you in the kitchen.” As he turned to leave he gave Seb’s pouch one final squeeze, and as he walked out the door he could hear Seb mumble under his breath, “You little shit.” In his room Ben chose the most attractive thing he himself had packed, which considering how he’d expected this weekend to go did not match the vibe of how it had actually turned out. He hated this particular pair, but felt like Seb would love them. The tight boxer briefs he walked into the kitchen wearing hugged every bit of his ass, but the large pouch in the front flapped as his small flaccid cock struggled to fill any part of it out. In the kitchen Seb had already started to prepare dinner, pulling food and pans out and he had a “Kiss the Chef” apron around his neck, the apron cinched at his waist and his chest shoving the word “Kiss” forward like a bad 3D movie trick. Ben moved slowly and moved to sit on the counter out of Seb’s way. “So what’s for dinner?” Ben asked. “Well, I was thinking I’d make this chicken I seasoned and marinated Friday, then some veggies from the garden.” Seb beamed as he moved around the kitchen. “Where is the garden, I haven’t seen that yet?” Ben asked. “It’s a big property bud, it’s a little ways off, I had to find a place flat enough so it’s over through the woods a bit.” “What all do you grow?” Ben asked. “Oh, a little bit of everything. Potato’s, cabbage, tomatoes, squash. Tonight we’re going to have zucchini, carrots, and some beans. I even grew some of the herbs I seasoned the chicken with in the garden..” Seb looked more proud than when Ben had kissed his bicep earlier that day. “Seb, I hate to think about all the time we lost together, I mean, if we’d been closer we could have been doing this so much sooner.” “Nah, I actually think if we’d been closer this never would’ve happened.” Seb said. “What do you mean?” Ben asked. “Well, if we’d been close for years and years, we probably wouldn’t be as attracted, it would’ve been too weird. I think it’s important that it happened when and how it did. You know, right place right time.” “I find it hard to believe that I wouldn’t be attracted to you.” Ben was swinging his feet on the high cabinets watching Seb sear the chicken on the stove and then turn around to expertly chop vegetables before turning back around and throwing them in the pan. “That may be so, but this takes two. I feel that if we’d have been closer it would be harder for me to fuck your tight little ass.” Seb said this so effortlessly it made Ben fluster hearing him say it. “Well, now that I’m here, I think I’ll have to visit more often.” “Awe, you’ll miss me that much.” Seb said in a slight baby voice as he leaned over and pinched Ben’s cheek between two strong fingers. “I just haven’t been this relaxed in a long time…….annnnd, feeling your muscles is a huge plus.” Ben said. “Literally huge.” Seb said as he bounced his pecs, moving the entire apron as he did, he laughed, and the deep vibrating sound led Ben to laugh too; along with his cock jerking in the oversized pouch. They continued to talk, Seb asking more and more of Ben’s life, learning more about his job, and what his life was like. Finally, dinner was finished and the two migrated to the table. As they did, Seb shed his apron and Ben relished in the look of him. The hot kitchen had given his chest a shine of sweat, the bright LED lights of the kitchen made it seem to almost glisten on his in his dark chest hair like twinkling stars in the night. As they ate, Ben found it difficult to focus on much more than Seb’s chest as it hung over the table. When they finished, Ben took it upon himself to take the plates to the dishwasher, as Seb retired to the couch. As Ben entered the den, Seb was sprawled on the couch, flipping through movies on the TV. “Come lay down, I think we could both use some relaxation after today.” Seb said as he patted his chest. “You can even use my big pecs as pillows, I know you’ll like that.” Ben obliged and climbed on top of Seb’s big body and laid his head on Seb’s chest. Seb selected a movie, but it wasn’t long before his hands roamed to Ben’s ass. “You know, these underwear look great on you.” As he said it, Seb groped and palmed Ben’s fat ass within. “I figured you’d like them.” Ben replied, taking one finger and beginning to play with Seb’s nipple. “Careful, I can’t get hard in this…ugh…jockstrap.” Seb said, removing his hand’s from Ben’s ass. “Why not big guy?” Ben said, working over Seb’s nipples a bit harder and guiding Seb’s hand back to his ass. “It’s getting too tight.” Seb said, referring to the strained pouch. From where he was Ben couldn’t see, but he heard the already stressed waistband loosing the battle as elastic snapped as Seb’s monster grew. “Oh no, are you going to bust out of that tiny jock?” Ben said, moving his lips closer to Seb’s nipple. Seb began to grab more roughly at Ben’s ass, pulling at the fabric and working his fingers between. “Fuck rip them off!” Ben said slightly arching his back. Within a second Seb yanked and Ben felt the air connect with his ass. Seb smacked his ass, not with his full strength, but Ben felt it would leave a red mark, and he loved it. Grinding his little cock against Seb, he continued to hear the elastic loosing its battle below. “Fuck, you wanna watch me rip out of this shit?” Seb said. “Yes!” Ben replied. Seb quickly flipped him over, Ben was now on his back on Seb’s torso, his legs stretched down to Seb’s legs and he got to see Seb’s growing cock in the jock for the first time. Seb’s cock rose, comically shoving the pouch away from his body. the waistband strings stretched up to the head of his cock, his balls completely out, and the tiny pouch was only covering the head, but just barely. Seb began to kiss at the back of Ben’s neck, and Ben noticed the precum leaking from Seb’s cock and through the fabric, his cock jumped and continued to lengthen, to harden, finally the jock gave way, and Seb’s cock came flying down, smacking Be’s stomach as he lay on top of Seb, precum still flowing and leaking onto his stomach now. “Seb. I know you hadn’t heard of muscle worship, but have you heard of edging?” Seb paused his kissing of Ben’s neck, “No I haven’t, but if you’re suggesting it, I know I’ll like it.” Ben moved his way down Seb’s body and in between his legs. “Basically, I’m going to worship your cock; when you’re about to cum I’ll stop and let it go away. We do that over and over again, taking you to the edge of orgasm.” “I certainly like the sound of you worshiping my cock, go ahead.” Seb said, placing his hands on his nipples and beginning to work them as Ben took Seb’s cock into his hands. Ben slowly stroked the length of Seb’s shaft. “It’s so fucking hard.” Ben said, spitting on the tip of Seb’s cock, “I can’t wrap my hands around it.” Ben repositioned his hands, both of them now firmly holding the base of Seb’s throbbing cock. Leaning forward he placed his mouth on the tip and began to work his tongue down the huge piss slit at the end of Seb’s member, tasting the ever present flow of salty precum. “God and you taste so good.” The tip of Seb’s cock now wet with spit and precum, Ben wrapped his hands around the flaired mushroom head and began to stroke in slow circular movements. Seb moaned as the nerve endings on the tip of his cock became overloaded with pleasure and stimulation. “Fuck. Ben. Hold…uhhhhhh, it’s so sensitive. Please.” Seb breathed, although not moving to stop Ben from continuing. “Does that feel good big guy?” Ben teased as he used the tips of his fingers to play with just Seb’s tip. Watching the beast of a man writh in pleasure. Ben could feel Seb’s cock swelling, the veins surging with blood in anticipation of climax. He removed his hands and Seb’s heavy cock fell onto his stomach with a wet *thwack* as Seb’s deep breaths subsided his cock twitched and pulsed, the tip an angry red as it begged to release its load. Ben gently used his fingers to fondle Seb’s balls. “I think they’re bigger, look how big they look in my hand.” Ben said as he gently massaged Seb’s sack. “They’re working overtime making a huge load. God imagine how much cum you’re going to shoot.” Ben slowly licked the sweat forming on Seb’s crotch as Seb’s balls contracted towards his body at the touch before relaxing again and dropping back down to their low hanging position. “What do you think. Can I work your cock again without you blowing your wad?” Seb was silent for a moment as he regained control of his breathing, “I’m ready. Work me to the edge again.” His tone demanding and authoritative as he removed his hands from his sensitive nipples. “Why don’t you let daddy eat that sweet little ass while you worship my giant cock.” Ben was in no position to argue. Quickly climbing on top of Seb and again placing his ass in Seb’s face, his strong hands gripping Ben’s ass and spreading open his hole before diving in and releasing his tongue inside of Ben. Ben continued to work Seb’s cock. Stroking and licking along the entire length. Working Seb to the very edge, feeling Seb’s cock surge in preparation to drown him in cum, and then backing off, allowing the beast to relax, before going back again. Ben wasn’t sure how long they continued like this, his own cock begged for release as he ground it against Seb’s hairy chest. But refusing to unload without permission. Just as Seb was doing. “Fuck. My cock is actually starting to hurt.” Seb finally said, “how long have you been working me?” “I’m not sure Ben said, trying to count how many times he’d edged Seb, but quickly losing track. Maybe we should go to bed and start back tomorrow.” “I can’t go to bed this hard. I have to cum.” Seb replied defiantly, “My nuts feel like they’re going to explode.” “What. Not strong enough to wait until tomorrow?” Ben said, playing on maybe the one weakness Seb had. “Not strong enough?!” Seb said in mock anger, “Boy I’ll hold this load all fucking week. Not strong enough. Fuck off.” As he said it he gently tossed Ben off of his body. Standing from the couch, Seb towered over Ben, his throbbing leaking cock pointing towards the ground under its own immense weight. “I’d better get to bed then.” Seb said. “Do you think I could sleep in your bed tonight?” Ben asked. “I don’t know. That hot little ass so close to my cock all night.” Seb bit his lip considering, “sure why not.” As they moved to the bedroom and climbed into bed, Seb wrapped him arms around Ben and pulled him in close. Ben for his part wiggled his ass so that Seb’s still rock hard cock was running the length of the crack of his ass as he slowly moved up and down. Soon. Ben felt the rhythmic breathing of sleep taking hold of Seb, and then a light snore. Ben took this as a sign and went to sleep too. Fantasizing about the pleasures of tomorrow. Ben awoke the next morning being shaken awake. “Get up.” Seb demanded. He was wearing a stringer shirt two sizes too small, his broad chest expanding obnoxiously out to each side, his arms were wet and hanging at his side. A pair of boxers pitching an unreal tent at eye level to Ben. “What’s wrong?” Ben said, suddenly alarmed. “I woke up this morning still hard. I thought if I went and worked out, maybe I could get the blood to go somewhere else. But as I worked out I just kept imagining you feeling my muscles and telling me how big and strong I am. So I got more horny. Then I tried to take a cold shower. Didn’t work. I need to cum. NOW!” Seb said ripping the cover off of Ben. Been observed Seb. Whether it was the lighting or his morning drowsiness playing tricks , he didn’t know, but he could swear Seb was bigger somehow. “Careful big guy.” Ben said as he felt Seb’s rough hands begin to lift him off the bed. “Nah. We’re getting this hard on to go away. But I have a little fantasy of my own we’re going to try this morning.” Seb said as he set Ben on the ground. “Come on.” And Seb turned to leave the room. Ben stood there naked, feeling a slightly warm, wet sensation as he felt Seb’s load from yesterday finally start to leak from his sore ass. Following Seb into the kitchen, Seb opened a door to the right. Ben hadn’t noticed this door before, assuming it was simply a pantry or closet. Inside the door were wooden stairs, still the new light wooden color that fresh, unstained wood had. The stairs led down, but Ben couldn’t see past Seb’s wide shoulders as he filled the space between the narrow stairwell walls. Seb’s feet hit the cement floor at the bottom heavily, and Ben followed, feeling the cool basement floor under his own feet. Ben looked and Seb was already moving about the room. It was a small gym. Nothing more than a few pieces of equipment Ben had no name for, but in the corner there were stacks of 45lb plates as tall as Ben himself. Seb was moving the plates onto the one piece of equipment that Ben knew well. A bench press. He piles weights on each end, every plate bending the bar just a bit more than it had been moments before. When it appeared he’d finished, Seb turned to Ben. The high basement ceiling was finished with bright lights that as heavy shadows of Seb’s body from above. “I didn’t know you had this down here.” Ben said. “I use it sometimes when the weather is shit outside and I still need to get a lift in. Now. Come here.” Seb said as he stood in a power stance in front of Ben. His cock bouncing in his boxers begging to be released or threatening to release itself. “What’s your fantasy?” Ben asked, still rubbing the sleep from his eyes. “I’m going to workout, and you’re going to worship and ride my cock while I do it. You’re going to tell me I’m the biggest, strongest fucker you’ve ever seen. Then I’m going to blow such a big fucking load inside you you’re going to be leaking my cum for a fucking week.” Ben nearly blacked out as the blood ran from his body to his cock so quickly as he heard Seb demand to be worshipped like this. “May need to lose a few layers of clothes first.” Ben teased as he reached for Seb’s boxer shorts. Seb beat him to it and pulled them off his body in one swift motion. “I’m running out of clothes to rip off my body with you around. I may just have to start wearing nothing at all.” Seb said, pulling the stringer off over his head. His huge lats catching the shirt and exploding out. Ben noticed again that Seb looked larger, and his stomach seemed to now have lines indicating individual abs, as well as his obliques on either side being more prominent than before. Ben was about to ask when he was interrupted. Seb picked up Ben and held him the way one might hold a doll. Bringing him in into a rough and sloppy kiss, his tongue demanding entrance, his strong hands holding Ben tight. “We’re going to start here.” Seb said as he grabbed a bright orange bottle off of the line shelf along the wall. Ben remembered seeing that bottle yesterday when they laid by the lake. As he thought, he realized how long ago that seemed, how incredibly distant it felt. “I want to get a nice shine on these muscles before we start.” He tossed the bottle to Ben as he sat on the end of a bench, his hard heavy cock sagging down under its own weight, his huge muscles already pumped from his first workout this morning. Ben moved forward and opened the bottle, squeezing a generous amount of the contents of the bottle from Seb’s left shoulder, across his traps and clavicle, and on to his other shoulder. He admired how the thick gel seemed to melt as it touched Seb’s skin as it began to race down his body. Quickly costing his chest and abs in streams of oily shine. With both hands, Ben began to work the oil into Seb’s shoulders, the oil felt like icy hot, a strange sensation playing on his hands. He moved to cover Seb’s upper arm, for once, the big man relaxed and allowed Ben to feel his muscles completely relaxed instead of flexing at Ben’s touch. Been kneaded the heavy tricep and worked down the corded muscles of Seb’s forearms. Working both traps at the same time Ben smoothed the clear oil on and around Seb’s thick bull neck. Seb raised his chin to give Ben better access and Ben momentarily appreciated the tendons that raced up and down either side in thick cables of strong muscle. On to Seb’s other arm he traced the winding veins from Seb’s shoulder down to his bicep, again kneading the relaxed muscle as if it were a thick dough to be shaped. Seb’s chest sat relaxed and heavy as Ben worked the orange bottles contents onto Seb’s torso. Lifting each heavy pec and being sure to spread the oil over every inch of Seb’s massive musculature. At Seb’s abs, Ben took extra time. Curiously remembering the solid belly Seb has had just the day before and wondering how he had seemed to get a 6 pack so quickly. Each large ab muscle was easily the size of Ben’s palm he noticed as he applied more oil. Moving around to Seb’s back, Ben repeated the process of unloading the thick oil and watching it melt and run down Seb’s expansive back. Flaired out like wings, Ben wasn’t sure he’d have enough oil left for Seb’s legs after working across his broad back. The oil ran down the contours of Seb’s back and down onto the top of his huge ass. “Seb. Could you stand up please. I need to make sure I cover all of your muscles.” Seb didn’t reply, he simply stood from his sitting position, placing Ben face to face with his huge ass. Ben carefully worked the oil around both cheeks, feeling the deep dimples present on either side, and making sure to get the oil deep into the crevice between Seb’s ass. The oil continued to run down the back of Seb’s legs as he stood, allowing Ben to work the oil into Seb’s huge hamstrings, and on to his diamond hard calves. As he rounded the bottom of Seb’s last leg, Ben sensed the movement as Seb began to turn around for Ben to get the front of his legs. On his knees as Seb turned Ben looked up at the swollen mass of muscle above him. Huge arms powerfully shoved out to each side by an ever expanding chest and ever widening back, the Adonis belt running down his defined stomach and feeding into the powerful epicenter that was his cock. Seb grabbed his cock and balls in his huge hands and lifted them out of the way. “Don’t want you to get distracted little man.” Seb said, although Ben could not see his face under the shadow of his monster shelf of a chest, he could hear the sneer in Seb’s voice as he enjoyed the slow build up. As Ben finished piling Seb’s body, he stood. Seb released his cock, and the heavy pipe fell straight down. “Alright. One last muscle to shine.” Seb replied. As Ben reached forward to place his hands on Seb’s cock, Seb placed a single string finger on Ben’s chest. “No. Not with that. With your mouth.” Seb walked a few steps to the left and sat at an arm curling machine, his extravagant cock hanging low off of the seat, bouncing with excitement as Seb gripped the fully weighted grips of the machine. Ben clocked the situation and move wordlessly over to the machine. Placing himself under the seat, his lips against Seb’s huge cock head. Using only his mouth, he began to suck furiously on what he could of Seb’s thick monster. It was only the first few inches, but the way he used his tongue to stimulate Seb’s sensitive cock head, he could tell it was pleasing. In his still oily hands, he fondled Seb’s balls, gently pulling and tugging at them to encourage them to pump a bigger and bigger load. Ben recalled the night before as his head swam in ecstasy. He had played with Seb’s balls quite a bit, and the edging had seemed to work. Seb’s balls were noticeably bigger in Ben’s small soft hands. Over and over again Ben could hear the heavy weight clanking against the machine as Seb pushed out rep after rep with the insane weight. After about 50 consecutive curls, Ben could hear the rhythm change as Seb began to grunt. Remembering Seb’s description of his fantasy, and with much disappointment, Ben removed Seb’s cock from his mouth and stood to stand beside the machine. Placing his hands on Seb’s biceps as Seb groaned at the lactic acid no doubt building up from the repeated movement, “Come on Seb! This is nothing. Look at those fucking arms. Fuck they’re getting bigger with each pump. Come on. Show me how big they can get. Come on. Get to 100!” As Ben praised Seb, he noticed the rhythm picked back up. Seb’s forehead was sweaty and red with pure concentration as he pushed through. Seb passed 100 reps and Ben continued to feel Seb’s arm. Under his fingers he could feel each muscular tendon and fiber expanding and contracting, “Fuck yeah. Biggest fucking arms anyone’s ever seen.” Ben said as Seb dropped the weight heavily and sat back. “Fucking hell.” Seb said as he rubbed his own biceps. His hands and Ben’s both roamed the huge peaked heads. “You did perfect baby.” Seb said leaning forward to kiss Ben. “Keep it up like that and I’ll grow so fucking big for you.” Then, Ben was carried to the bench, and Seb laid down. “I’m going to wait until you’re all the way on my cock before I start.” Ben took this as the hint to sit himself down on the massive dick that was drapped across Seb’s body. Although sore, his ass was still loose enough from Seb’s massive invader he didn’t need much extra work to allow entry. And Seb’s huge load still inside him was the perfect lube to start. Slowly he lowered his ass down onto Seb’s cock, feeling the powerful pulsing grow deeper and deeper inside of him. Seb’s cock somehow harder and hotter than it had ever been as Ben began to fulfill this fantasy of Seb’s. “Ready.” Ben said as his ass made contact with Seb’s groin. His cock rubbing against the 6 pack Seb now sported. “I don’t think you are.” Seb said as he gripped the bar and began to lift it off of the weight rack. The bar bent under the weight of the plates on either side. Ben fell forward and placed his hands on Seb’s mountainous chest and he began to pump out reps quickly and with ease. He felt Seb’s cock leaking precum, already filling him up with more precum than any man shot in their biggest load. “God. You’re so fucking strong Seb.” Ben said as his hands explored Seb’s rising chest, feeling Seb’s cock work its way deeper and deeper into him seemingly with every pump of the iron bar. “God I’m so lucky.” Ben said as he moved his ass up and down along Seb’s length, “Huge muscles to worship, huge daddy dick inside me. Fuckkkkk.” Ben said as he came, his load shooting straight forward over Seb’s abs and painting the underside of Seb’s flexed chest. Seb quickly racked the bar and moved his hands to Ben’s waist. “Ready for the finale?” Seb said, tightening his grip on Ben’s body. Ben was lifted and laid down on the bench where Seb just laid, his body sticking to the oily sweat covered surface as Seb bent his knees and began to fuck Ben. Ben laid on his back, his mind racing between keeping his hole relaxed for Seb, and watching Seb’s huge form move and flex as he fucked him. “Yeah you like that. Big fuckin daddy fuckin ya? Yeah. Huge fucking cock, fuck. Get ready!” Seb’s voice deepened as the baritone shook Ben’s core. Seb had slowed his thrusts, he now remained still, his cock deeply implanted in Ben as Ben gripped the bench beneath him. Seb raised his arms in a front double bicep pose, as he did, they seemed to inflate, like to massive balloons being blown up. His chest followed, shoving forward and demanding attention. His abs flexed like he was having a cramp,but they did not unflex, they continued to harden into a solid wall of muscle. Ben saw Seb’s legs grow apart, huge cord of muscle pumped with blood and remained enlarged. Finally he felt Seb’s cock turn to steel inside him, hot forged steel as he swelled inside him. “Fuck Seb. It’s too big. Please!” Ben cried. Seb reached a hand down, his touch like a fresh heated iron as he caressed Ben’s body. “You can take it. Make daddy proud. Show me how much you want this huge fucking load!” Confidence surged into Ben. Gripping the bench tighter and focusing on Seb’s swollen body, he began to buck his hips, shoving his ass into Seb’s waist as Seb continued to grow. Each time Ben shoved himself back to Seb, he felt more and more of his insides dominated by the thick cock. “Fuckkkkkkk!” Seb cried as his cockhead grew and his balls began to unload into Ben. The force of the first shot pushed Ben backwards, leaving Seb’s cock only halfway inside Ben. Seb’s cock jumped and jerked as it pumped its load into Ben. Seb grabbed his cock with both hands and slowly pulled out of Ben, “fuhuhuhuck I’m still cumming!” Seb said as Ben could feel the white hot cum drenching his ass. Seb hauled his cock up and dropped it onto Ben’s body. The heavy weight on the huge dick laying on Ben as it continued to shoot covering Ben in thick strips of cum. Seb grabbed his cock as his orgasm subsided, smacking it heavily onto Ben’s body, the wet smacking noise of Seb’s semi hard cock bringing Ben back to reality. “Holy shit kid. I’ve never done that before.” Ben lay awestruck as he took in Seb’s size. He must have put on 5 maybe 10 pounds of muscle. Every part of him looked pumped beyond belief, as if he were flexing. But he stood still and relaxed, allowing Ben to take in the sight. “What the fuck just happened.” Ben said, a slight terror in his voice as his mind worked to reconcile reality with what he just saw. “I have some explaining to do. I get that. I don’t think you’ll be upset when I tell you though. Let’s say we go wash that gallon of cum off of you and I’ll explain.” Seb said lightly tapping Ben’s ass with his hand, encouraging him to get up. “I don’t think I can walk.” Ben said almost jokingly as his legs quivered and shook. Seb grinned and relished the moment as he reflected on just how fucking hot it was to fuck someone into submission. He gently picked Ben up, and together the went upstairs. Seb grabbed a towel and began to wipe his load from Ben’s body. Stopping every few swipes of the fabric to scoop a handful off and feed it to Ben. Letting his big fingers linger in Ben’s mouth as he felt Ben’s eager tongue devour his load from his fingers. “First. I should say I’m sorry. I knew something would happen. I just didn’t know what.” “I need more explanation.” Ben said, his mind still taxed. “The orange bottle of ‘oil’.” Seb started, “I got it when I was thinking of entering a bodybuilding competition. I wanted to practice posing and the guy at the gym said it was the best stuff he’d ever used. He was huge, so I trusted him and took the bottle.” Ben looked on with curiosity urging Seb to get on with it. “SO I came home that night. Oiled up and practiced posing. I looked at my body and I swear I’d never looked so fucking god like in my life. The oil seemed to exaggerate all of my muscles in just the right places. So, I kept using it to practice. I bought more bottles off of him, then one day he just stopped showing up to the gym. That was a couple years ago and I’m down to only a few bottles left. I used it yesterday on the beach because I wanted to show off for you. But then this morning I got the idea to do it while I fucked you. I don’t know what the hell it is, but for some reason that made its effects multiply and here we are.” “So you’re almost as surprised and confused as me?” Ben asked with some relief. “In a sense I’m sorry if I hurt you or scared you.” Seb said, genuinely backing the words he said with the softened expression on his face. “Like you said. I can’t be too mad.” Ben said. Seb looked at Ben quizzically. “So you don’t think I’m too big?” Ben cocked a smile at Seb, “there’s never a such thing as ‘too big’. On top of that. I clearly love worshipping your muscles, and I think it’s safe to say you love to be worshipped. So I still feel like the luckiest guy alive. I have the worlds biggest muscle daddy right here ready to cover me in cum and the only caveat is he likes to grow big?” Seb looked down at Ben, “yeah that sums it up pretty well.” “I almost don’t want to leave tomorrow.” Ben said. Seb looked almost defeated as that thought finally entered into his mind. “Maybe you’ll come visit more often now? You know. To keep an eye on my progress?” With a wink he supplied this response to Ben. “I think I’ll have to be here a lot more. Someone has to keep encouraging you to grow bigger and bigger.” “When is the next time you think you’ll visit.” Seb said allowing his hand to begin to linger in Ben’s body as his cock began to stiffen again. “I’ll be able to be back in about a month.” Ben said, his voice clearly gave away his disappointment at the reality. Seb’s face shared this disappointed sense and Ben seized on this moment, “BUT, I’ll only come back if you gain a certain amount of muscle. And no cheating with the oil. I want it from hard work and bench pressing and squatting those oak trees outside.” Seb’s eyes lit up. “Kind of bossy for a little man aren’t ya?” Seb said jokingly, “How much muscle do you want to see daddy pack on?” “20 pounds.” Ben replied confidently. Seb seized Ben and pulled him into a tight hear hug. Ben’s face smashed against Seb’s watermelon sized pecs. “Come on. Give your old man some credit. 20? Why not more?” As he said it he pulled Ben’s face deeper into his pecs, bouncing and flexing them and he squeezed Ben softly with his huge arms. Ben struggled and pushed his way out, “Alright. You don’t have to strangle me. Make it 35 pounds by the next visit.” “Deal.” Seb said, pulling Ben into a genuine hug this time. FOUR WEEKS LATER. Ben had been getting antsy about his return to Seb’s cabin. Seb had been radio silent for two weeks now and Ben had began to wonder if it was all a fluke, or maybe that Seb had truly began to regret what they’d done together. As he sat on his couch three days out from his trip back to Seb’s his phone buzzed with a text. He opened it and it was an imagine from Seb. He quickly downloaded the picture, and a text came through as he viewed the image. “I went a little over our 35lb agreement…” the message said. The picture was from Seb’s phone being held up at face level pointing down at what Ben assumed was a scale, but he could not see a single thing past Seb’s bloated chest except his huge feet and his rock hard cock, both shoving their way forward, demanding to be seen under his chest. Ben replied. “Wish I could actually see the scale, but this view is nice too.” Quickly Seb replied with another picture and a text reading, “My bad. I guess I’m not used to this new size.” The last picture was a close up of the scale, it read 480lbs. Seb sent one final text before Ben could wrap his head around the number. “Hope to see you soon. I want you to be here when I break 500lbs.”

There’s a loud thud as I pin him against the wall. A fit, little twink in my grasp. My tongue teases his neck. My strong work-calloused thumb grazes against his Adam's apple. For tonight, he was all mine. “Fuck, boy…” I growl as I grab his chin. “I’m gonna wear this throat out.” • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • I was loving my new apartment. High ceilings. Huge windows. A gorgeous view of downtown Dallas. It’s a ways away from Jersey, but I would be crazy to turn down this new management position. Dallas is a good change of pace at the very least. Southern hospitality is a real thing. I got my share of soaps, candles, and whiskey from my new neighbors. Now I just needed a good southern twink to break in the new bed. I left a lot of speed-dial holes back home in Jersey. I needed to build up my Rolodex of hungry bottoms for whenever I needed to dump my load. Just hope my balcony neighbors will enjoy the view through to my California king. I stood at my window rubbing myself while scrolling through the local Grindr pool. It was work to scrub through the rows of metrosexuals half-dressed in plaid who thought they were tops. Oh, please. Like you could dominate anybody with those skinny arms. I would call them vers at best. If they’re lucky. These twinks are just overconfident. I swear, if I get one more twig-dicked hipster to ask if “daddy” needs some cock, I’m going to invite that boy over and show him what a real top looks like. Broad-chested and hairy. A deep, commanding voice. Rough hands that can make a hole quiver. I’ll show them what a real man dick looks like and fuck them like the brat they are. Maybe then they’ll know their place beneath this Alpha daddy. Luckily as I was laying in bed, losing my hard-on, I found Perry. Right at the top of my refreshed home page. Beautiful boy. Got a thin build that’s perfect for tossing around. He was already on his knees in his cute little jock strap. Good start. I love a boy who knows where he belongs. On his knees. He had my interest. I sent the first text, but he drooled over my post-gym selfies. He begged to worship my muscles. He also bragged about his little “Magic Throat.” He was confident he could take all my inches. I find that hard to believe, but he was hungry for my cock. I loved the eagerness. We’ll just have to see how proficient he is with that throat of his. I’m going to push this boy to his limits. • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • I grab the scruff of his neck with a smirk. “Get to fucking work, boy,” I order. He drops to his knees and looks up at me with his deceivingly innocent eyes. He is loving every second of it. Perry. Such a good boy. We are gonna have some fun. He places his hand on the outline of my dick in my office slacks. He waited so patiently for me to get home from work. I picked him up from his room a few floors down. He looked so hungry dressed in his little shorts and gym shirt. He couldn’t keep his hand off my bicep the whole ride up the elevator. Now, his fingers lightly trace my semi-hard shaft. Slowly, he massages my bulge. I feel my cock hardening, extending down my pant leg. His gentle touch just makes me want to grow. I want to use him. “Pull it out,” I bark as I pull my leather belt off. He slowly undoes my pants button while keeping a hand on my thick bulge. I’m still not done growing. With his thumb and palm, he squeezes my thickening shaft down, trying to find where my cock ends. I always make sure to warn my bottoms that I’m hung before we meet up. I don’t need them running out scared of my size. I’ve been blessed with eight inches of man dick since I was 15. I’ve only gotten thicker since high school. I wouldn’t mind another couple of inches, but I think I hit my last growth spurt a long time ago. I don’t think my usual bottoms would be able to handle much more of me anyways. Except for Perry. I could tell he wanted every inch of me. I just hope he can take it how I like to give it. I watch as his eyes widen slightly when he finds the tip of my dick. Eight inches hangs lower than you would think, but I can tell he was excited. He tucks his fingers under my waistband and begins to pull down my slacks. I don’t wear underwear for this exact reaction. I love watching my bottom get excited revealing all my inches. I watch as Perry pulls my pants down. Slowly, inch by inch, revealing more and more dick. Until he finally got to the head. There’s a second of resistance as my pants get caught on the tip, but then it gives way. My semi-hard cock jumps forward with its full weight, swaying side to side. My fat, manly cock hung in front of his cute face. That move never fails to turn me on. Perry kisses the base of my shaft. He got a big whiff of my musk with his nose in my short pubes. I like to keep my cock hairy, but not unkempt. I’m an alpha, not an animal. Perry cups my dick in his palm to appreciate the weight. His petite fingers slowly stroke my shaft. He struggles to touch his thumb to his pointer finger around my shaft. “Fuck… I’m gonna have a lot of fun with this,” Perry fought a chuckle. He looks like he’s enjoying himself. Almost a little too much. Although, who could blame him? He is getting a four-course meal of a man tonight. I only let out a deep grunt in response. My button-up shirt feels tight against my chest as I heave. I let out a growl as I grab my button-up shirt and tear it open. A few of the buttons pop their stitches and fly across the room. Nothing a little trip to the tailors couldn’t fix. My tailor was used to me coming in with popped buttons and torn sleeves. He got his fair share of tips. I look down at my boy with a smirk. I wrap my hand around his skinny forearm and pull his hand onto my stomach. He continues kissing the base of my shaft while he feels my abs. The tips of his fingers follow the definition of my six-pack, slowly making their way up to my pecs. He looks up, keeping his tongue on my shaft. “What? See something else you want, boy?” I bark. I give him a smirk and flex my biceps above him. His eyes follow my muscles lustfully as my arms ripple and harden. Perry wraps his hand around my oblique and grabs onto my back to pull himself up. His hungry breath brushes against my stomach. He wants more. I let out a short grunt, ready to provide. His soft lips kiss my skin. The warm sensation of his tongue following up on my abs makes me groan reflexively. He knows how to press my buttons. His tongue climbs up to my heavy pecs, flicking against my hardening nipples. Fuck, that’s good. His hands move across my body while he teases my man tits. He gropes my thick arms. His fingers wrap around the head of my bicep. I feel them start to burn as I flex them harder. “Fuuck, boy…” I growl in pleasure. “Worship your daddy!” His hands struggle to grab and feel all of my alpha mass. His tongue tastes and teases my sweaty, sensitive nipples. “Oh, yeah! Just like that…” my voice deepens. All eight inches of my girthy dick throbs. My swollen cock head leaks precum all over itself. It’s so pent-up. I feel it demanding to be serviced. I need to fuck Perry’s tight, little ass. With a growl, I stick my hand down the back of my boy’s pants. My calloused man hands grope his soft ass. I let a finger tease the rim of his hairless asshole. He’s so fucking tight. I’m gonna tear his hole wide open. I know he wants me to rip him open. Slowly, his hole swallows my thick index finger. “Ahh…” he moans. “Fuck, Daddy.” His little outburst interrupts him worshiping my pecs with his tongue. I don’t remember telling him to stop. “Keep licking my pecs, boy,” I grunt out. He’s so obedient. He leads his tongue across my hairy chest. He gets lost in the cleavage of my post-pump pecs. God damn, that feels so good. I feel my muscle tits flex and harden instinctively. My chest felt hot. Literally hot. Similar to how I feel after chest day. I love the burn, but it feels odd right now. Despite that, I keep a firm grip on his ass. With my free hand, I grab the waistband of his pants and tear them to the floor. Damn, he really does have a great ass. His adorable, submissive cock pokes against my quads. I feel his twink dick twitch while he worships my pecs. Precum leaks out of his swelling dick and drools all over my leg. Beneath his tongue, he moans and whines in pleasure. My hands left red outlines of my grip on his pale cheeks. His ass was signed by my hands. I spread his ass and kept teasing his hungry hole. My fingers are thick, but they’re nothing compared to how my thick man cock is going to feel deep inside of him. I slide another finger in to loosen him up. He’s gonna need some training if he’s gonna take all my inches. Perry whines and presses his forehead into my chest in pleasure. I only have two fingers in him. Fuck, my cock is going to make this boy squirm. I keep my fingers in his hole and lift him up off the ground. I press my lips to his neck softly. He wraps his arms around the nape of my neck to keep his balance. I pull him up onto my lap as I sit back on my bed. “Oh, fuck…” Perry moans. “Please, Daddy.” My tongue caresses the underside of his chin. His perfect ass is in my lap. I reach behind him to grab my cock and slap it between his ass cheeks. Fuck, my dick felt heavy. I could usually wrap my fingers around the whole shaft, but right now, my thumb couldn’t quite touch my middle finger. Damn, this boy has got me hard as fuck I guess. I continue kissing his sensitive little body. I could deadlift twice his weight effortlessly. He was so light in my grasp. I lay back on my bed, letting my cock grind against his ass. With one hand, I grab the back of his neck and pull him down on top of me. My tongue enters between his lips. His hands wander all over my body. I grab the base of my cock and slap it against his ass. The fat head of my dick teases his weak hole. God damn, his ass was going to feel so good. Then, Perry places his hands on my chest, both dwarfed by the sheer mass of my pecs. He lifts himself up slightly to look into my eyes. “Wait, sir! I want to suck your dick first,” he begs. I snicker under my breath. He looks so cute thinking he could make demands. “Fuck, boy… I love your eagerness.” I grab the side of his head, playing with his hair. Such a good bottom. “Ask daddy again…” I tease. “I want you to beg for it.” “Please, Daddy… Please let me suck your dick.” “Again…” I demand. Perry reaches behind him and wraps his fingers around my shaft. Well, as best he could. My cock felt so huge in his grasp. I love it. “Please, Daddy…” he whines. “I need your massive… thick… monster of a man cock… so fucking deep down my throat. I want to feel you grow, Daddy.” Oh fuck, he’s so good. “Damn, boy… I think you already got my fat dick rock hard,” I moan under my breath. Perry just gives me this cute little mischievous grin. I don’t know what he’s planning, but I need it right now. I sit up and lower my boy to the ground. His gentle hands massage my thighs while his lips press against my penis. That gentle sensation was enough to make my cock throb. Slowly, he kisses up the underside of my shaft, gently tugging on my low-hanging balls. He pinches my foreskin between his lips and tugs it back. Then he wraps his lips around the head of my cock. Oh, fuck. My head fell back in ecstasy. The warm sensation of his tongue on my dick sent a shiver up my spine. I feel that heat spread over my entire body, like every sensitive part of me is getting stimulated. A bead of sweat rolled down my pecs. I feel my muscles contract and flex. “God damn, boy…” I groan. “You sure know how to worship Daddy’s cock.” I can’t help but moan as he takes more of my cock down his throat. He swallows every inch of me like it was no problem. All eight inches of my man cock deep, deep inside of him. I stand up and grab the back of his head. I hold him in place, balls deep down his throat. His lips wrap tight around the base of my cock and his tongue continues to tease and massage my shaft. “Oh, fuck yeah, boy!” I bark in a deep voice. Deeper than usual. I let out a deep growl as his throat grows tighter around my cock. Another wave of that hot ecstasy washes up my body again. All my muscles tense up against my will. My pecs flex as that heat burns in my chest. It feels like I was being cooked in a sauna. More beads of sweat roll down my neck and stomach. “F-fuck…” I pant like a dog. “God damn, boy…” My grip on the back of his hair loosens. He looks up at me with hunger in his eyes. My cock still stuffing his throat. He flashes me this devilish look as he slowly pulls his mouth off of my dick. He grabs my cock and slaps it on his face. Shit, my cock looks huge! It weighs down over half his face, my fat shaft extending over the top of his head. God, did my cock always look that big? “Fuck… What are you doing to me, boy?” I struggle to catch my breath. My entire body grows sore. My skin wraps tight around my muscles like I could flex and outgrow my body. It’s that post-lifting pump-type burning. That feeling when you know you’ve put on some mass. That feeling I chase every time I hit the gym. Only now, I feel it all over me. I feel it in my hands. It’s in my jaw. And I feel it engulf my cock. Fuck. I wrap my fingers around my thick shaft, only now my girth won’t let my fingers touch around it. Thick veins pulse under my palm. My foreskin stretches tight and pulls under the ridge of my swollen cock head as thick, creamy precum leaks out from my dickhole. God damn, my cock had to have gotten bigger! This wasn’t just a man dick, it was a grade-A Alpha cock. Fuck, all this growth was turning me on so much. My dick is fucking massive! • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • Ever since middle school, I’ve wanted a bigger cock. Puberty itself was my biggest sexual awakening growing up as the scrawny kid. With every new hair I grew on my chest and every inch I got taller, my libido grew. I kept a record of my cock growth. I waited patiently as my cock grew bigger than the American average. Fuck, when I grew two inches over the span of three months just before starting high school, I was jerking off every chance I could get just so I could admire it. In the football locker room, I felt my teammates always staring at my bulge. They thought I never noticed, but I loved feeling their eyes on me. I could feel their confidence drain when they got undressed next to me. Even though I was skinny, I made them feel small. Nobody else came even close to my eight inches. I was a man standing among boys. My dick stopped getting longer when I was 15, but with every football season, my cock just got thicker. I still had the biggest dick on the team. I knew it and my team knew it. Each season, my bulge just got heavier and heavier. Eventually, my team got more comfortable around me and would start to poke fun. They had accepted their role and got used to it. But by the time I turned 19, the growth had stopped. Not that anybody else could tell, but I still wanted more. I went to college wishing I could feel my dick keep growing. I wanted to feel my body swell with more size, but my dick was done. So naturally, I turned to bodybuilding to get that high that my growing cock used to give me. It was a good substitute. But look at me now! My cock has swollen to new records. Fuck, what was it? Nine? Ten inches? Bigger than that? God damn, this is the dick I was born to have! A dick belonging to a true Alpha! • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • “Holy shit… That’s more like it!” My voice rumbles in my chest. Perry just looks up at me. A sense of euphoric satisfaction stretches across my face. He looks so proud of himself. He struggles to grab the base of my new cock and then slaps its freshly grown size on his tongue. With each slap, another hot, erotic sensation shoots up my chest. “You like how I make you grow, Daddy?” Perry moans softly. “Fuck yeah, boy! You got me so fucking big and hard,” I growl. Perry licks the tip of my cock. I watch it throb and swell even bigger. “You want more, big daddy?” he teases. I still don’t understand how he was doing this, but I don’t care. Whatever it is, it was making me grow and that’s all I need right now. More size… “Make me grow, boy…” Perry wraps his lips around my fat dick. Slowly, inch by inch, he swallows my Alpha cock. His warm, tight throat barely struggles as he accepts every inch. His neck swells as my cock stretches him open. Fuck, that’s so hot. Eventually, his nose finds its way onto my stomach. His tongue flicks and teases the underside of my shaft and pushes on my heavy bull balls. He makes it look so easy. That hot sensation spreads over my entire body again. My cock swells in his throat. My pecs and biceps throb. My stomach tightens and my abs become more defined. I throw my head back in ecstasy. Fuck, that’s it. I grab the back of his head and force him to bob up and down on my shaft. Oh, fuck yeah! I could feel my entire body tighten and stretch as he sucks me clean. “Bigger, boy…” I grunt. “Bigger!” With my eyes closed, I enjoy every sensation. I feel every individual muscle in my body flex like a full-body orgasm. I start to twitch and swell as he keeps sucking me dry. Fuck, I never want this to end. I finally open my eyes and look back down at my boy on his knees. I watch as my quads ripple and flex, and then they swell and grow. My body goes numb. I watch as the top of my boy’s head feels more distant. I fight to catch my breath. I look down at my muscular body. My pecs bounce as they grow further off my chest. I gaze at my thick arms. Stretch marks pull across the sides of my biceps. I lift my arms and flex. My shoulders and lats spread like wings unfolding. My biceps erupt with size. Each flex causes them to swell until they’re the size of my head. Thick veins throb across my arm. Holy shit! I grab my pecs and feel their weight. Fuck, my muscle tits are heavy with mass. I flex to force them to grow even bigger. And bigger. The top of Perry’s head felt even further now. Fuck, it wasn’t just my dick. My entire body was growing! I’m swelling up with pure orgasmic muscle. This has always been my fantasy. I wish I would’ve left my shirt on so I could’ve shredded it with my hulking pecs. Bet my tailor would love to give me a fitting right now. I’m becoming a beast and I fucking love it. “Oh, fuck… This is how a man should feel!” I roar out. I bend down from my still-growing height and grab the back of my boy’s head. I force my monster cock balls deep down his throat. My nuts have swollen to the size of eggs that hung against his chin. I feel my load is building up and sloshing inside of them. Perry is unfazed as my beastly cock stuffs his perfect throat full. This dick could kill someone with its size, but Perry just keeps worshiping me. I need to be worshiped. I hold his head against my stomach for another moment. “Fuck…” I moan. “Just a few more inches, boy!” Then I let him pull out. Slowly. I want to appreciate my new size. A few thick veins pulse around the base of my cock. More inches. My shaft has a heavy downward curve under its new weight. More inches. I wrap my two huge hands around my shaft. There’s still room for more. More inches. My foreskin has been stretched so tight by my growth that it looks like I’ve been circumcised. More inches. More inches. At least a foot and a half of raging monster cock throbs under its mass. Finally, I feel Perry’s lips wrap around my big, sensitive dick head. A wave of precum falls from the edge of his mouth. He looks up at me like a succubus. My monster cock falls from his lips with a loud whiff. The sound of air displacing fills the room as my massive endowment swings down like a baseball bat between my knees and flops over the edge of my bed. God damn, I’m fucking massive! “Holy shit…” my voice rumbles. “Look at how fucking big I am!” I stand up as I talk dirty. Perry gets further and further away as I stand at full height. The back of my head bumps against the ceiling and forces me to hunch down slightly. Damn, I’m fucking huge! I must be over ten feet tall now if I was reaching the ceiling. I look over my hulking body with lust. Fuck, I was turning myself on so hard. I look down and reach across my barrel chest to start groping my right arm. I squeeze my hulking triceps and dig my thumb into the ridges between my muscles. All mass. I feel them expand as I reach my arm up. My hand follows down my chiseled lats into the hairy jungle under my arm. Oh, fuck yeah. I bend down and get my nose as close as I can to my armpit and take a big whiff. Oh, fuck! That’s fucking good. I smell like I spent three days straight at the gym. Fucking ripe. My pits are drenched in that intoxicating Alpha musk. These pheromones could turn any wannabe alpha into nothing but my little bitch. Fuck, it made even my monster cock throb. I push past Perry and approach my full-body mirror. Although now the top of it barely reached up to the bottom of my chest. I bend down and face myself in the mirror. A field of thick black hair covers my face. I just shaved this morning, but now I have a full short beard that perfectly chisels my jawline. “Hello there, sexy,” I purr at my reflection. I run my hand up my thick neck. I turn my head and check myself out. God, I would fuck myself so hard right now. I drop to my knees in front of the mirror so I can stop hunching over to stare at myself. My beastly cock hangs off my waist and slumps to the hardwood floor between my engorged thighs. The cold floor feels good on my sensitive cock head. I reach down and grab the very base of my dick. I squeeze my hand three-quarters around my veiny shaft and pull down like I’m milking a bull. I bet most bull studs would even struggle to measure up to this cock. I let out a moo-ish groan as I stroked my hand down maybe a third of my shaft’s length. A puddle of thick, creamy precum oozes out of my swollen cock head. “You look fucking massive, Daddy,” I growl to myself. I raise my arms above my head and flex. My biceps and triceps swell with a mountain range of muscle. My pecs squeeze and balloon out. My laterals spread out past the edges of my reflection. “Holy fuck… You are so fucking huge,” I chuckle. “You are a muscle god!” I reach down and continue to grope my own muscle mass. I cup my huge tits with both hands and watch them bounce. Thick shockwaves ripple across my chest. I let go and make them dance. Each time I flex my pecs it’s like an earthquake of muscle. I can’t help but slide my fingers under and between my pecs just to feel them get swallowed up by my massive muscle tits. I bet any boy would kill just to get the chance to fuck these pecs. These slabs of meat could swallow an entire beta dick easily. So fucking big and tight. Hungry. Then my fingers find my nipples. Fuck, they’re so thick and sensitive. Just running my fingers over them makes my cock jump against my will. My thumbs rub across their tips and my nips just perk up. It takes my breath out of my chest. It’s intoxicating. I pinch my nipples and squeeze them tight between my thumb and pointer finger. Holy fuck. My cock flexes on its own. Then I twist and pull on my hard nips. My bull cock lifts with its full weight and lunges forward. There’s a loud, wet smack as it slaps against its reflection in the mirror. Thick droplets of white precum run down the mirror from the splat mark left from my cock. I close my eyes and keep twisting my nips harder. I don’t even feel the pain. I just feel euphoric. “FUCK…” I roar. And then I feel tiny hands groping the underside of my tricep. I open my eyes and Perry is beside me trying to lift up my arm and get closer to me. He’s so tiny. Even on my knees, he is only as tall as my shoulder. There’s not even enough room in the mirror for him next to me. He puts his hand on my chest and slides it under my hand. “Slow down, Daddy,” he giggles. “Don’t want you to cum just yet.” I let go of my nips and let him pet my chest. His hands look so puny against my barrel chest. I make everything look puny. He rubs my nipples with his palm slowly and I can’t stop myself from letting out a deep moo. “Watch who you’re talking to, son…” I groan. “Don’t forget who the Alpha is here.” “Yes, sir.” Such a good boy. Perry stands next to me and massages my muscles for the mirror. His little hands slip under my pecs and make them bounce. His hands feel and grope each of my abs. His hands just wander around my mountainous body while I flex in the mirror. Now this is true muscle worship. I am a size god and he was praying at the temple that is my body. Praying for my benevolence, for my protection, for my raw, savage fucking. “That’s right, son. Worship me!” He falls to his knees and kneels beside my cock. He struggles to wrap his tiny hands around my 3-liter bottle-thick shaft. He lifts it up slightly from between my knees. My cock is hard as steel and yet it still hangs down under its enormous weight. My beastly dick weighed across Perry’s hands as he held it in front of him. “Finally big enough to feed your appetite, son?” “For tonight, big daddy,” Perry smiles devilishly. He moves closer toward my pelvis. He struggles, but lifts my cock up and over his shoulder. He kisses my stomach and tugs on my enormous balls. In the mirror, I see my massive shaft hanging over his shoulder and down his back. My thick veins pulse and more precum drools out of my cock and onto Perry’s perfect little bubble butt. “You like your new size, Daddy?” Perry looks all the way up at me. “Like it?!” I growl. “I fucking love it!” I flex again for the mirror. For myself. It turned me on. • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • If only my high-school buddies could see me now. A size demon with a pretty boy on his knees to worship me. That scrawny kid with the oversized cock they used to know was gone. I swallowed him whole. Now I finally have a body that matches my ego. Not just a kid with a big dick and a big head. I’m fucking huge! The sight of me would make any man tremble with inferiority. As they should. I am a god and they would be so fucking lucky as to worship me. • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • “Look at me, son,” I commanded. Perry obeys. “You want daddy to fuck you?” “I need you to fuck me, big daddy…” Perry whines. “Fuck me with your massive cock, Daddy!” I grab the back of his neck. He felt so small in my big, meaty hands. He just whines and accepts it. I wrap my hands entirely around his waist and lift him off the ground. My heavy shaft slides off his shoulder and slaps against the floor. He is so tiny. His little hands press against my forearms to keep his balance as I carry him. Fuck, I’m gonna tear this boy open. I toss him onto my bed like a toy. “Now I’m gonna give you a taste of what you fucking created, son…” I tease. I kneel next to the bed while Perry lays on his back on my mattress. I lift my heavy cock and slap it on top of him. I pull his legs closer to me. The full weight of my shaft sits on top of his chest. He was gonna feel this monster cock all the way in his ribcage. Perry smiles as if to challenge me. “Give me every inch of you, big daddy…” His cute cock twitches in anticipation. I let out a deep chuckle as I backed up. My cock drags down his stomach. “I’m gonna fucking destroy your little hole, son…” I grunt. I place the tip of my cock against his tight ass. Even just teasing his hole, I felt so powerful. Slowly, I press my cock into him against the resistance. It takes a second, but then his warm hole accepts my cock and swallows my girth. I expected his hole to squeeze my new cock so tight that it hurt, but his hole feels absolutely fucking perfect. The warm sensation of his ass strokes my cock just how I like it. Slowly, I force myself another inch deeper against his tight walls, and then another. “Fuck…” I moan. “Your ass is fucking perfect, son…” I press deeper and deeper. His hole felt like warm silk wrapped tight around my sensitive cock head. I’ve got my dick only about halfway in and I can feel it throbbing, begging for more. I watch my boy as my cock twitches inside of him. A distinct bulge presses up against his skinny stomach as my hard cock flexes like the beast that it is. My dick pushed aside his organs to make room for the only one that matters. Perry throws his head back against the mattress as he moans out cries of pleasure. He opens his eyes and looks up at my giant-like frame as I kneel above him. “Fuck… Give… Give it all to me…” he whines between strained breaths. “Please, daddy…” He heaves like he was in pain, but his eyes glinted with that devilish look. His smirk was begging me to take him like prey. I huff like a bull as I pound my hands down onto the mattress on either side of my boy, pawing at the ground before I charge. My hulking frame overshadows Perry completely as my muscles flex above him. His tiny hands trace along their swollen definition. His fingers follow the trenches of my musculature. My pecs can swallow his hand whole. It is intoxicating. My massive size was a drug and I am addicted. Then I charge. I let out a roar as I thrust another few inches deeper inside of him. My massive cock makes room to dump its load. The bulge in Perry’s stomach reaches further up towards his chest. Perry cries out in that whining voice. His hands struggle to grip my biceps. I face little resistance as I force the last leg of my cock deep into his tight and hungry hole. My heavy balls hang against the side of my mattress. My monster cock filled his tight, little body so nicely. I place a hand across Perry’s stomach and feel my dick throb inside of him. I run my thumb up his smooth frame, tracing the bulging outline of my monster cock all the way up to his chest. My dick is currently taking up a majority of his torso. Perry heaves through a pained smile as the head of my cock is pressed against his lungs. “Fuck, daddy… You got… bigger than I expected…” he huffs. “ I… I want you… to fuck me… hard!” A shiver ran up my spine as he said that. His guts massaging my throbbing cock. My dick was begging to unload the sloshing reservoir of cum that was building up in my balls. I bare my teeth, “You’re reading my mind, son…” My fingers wrap easily around Perry’s neck. My other hand grips his waist as I slowly pull out. The thick bulge running up his stomach shifts. Fuck, I didn’t even know I had a fetish for this. “I’m gonna tear you up… Like a cheap fuck toy.” I already stretched his hole open, so now I was going to take what was mine. I slam my cock back deeper into him and force him to cry out. The sound of his whines awakens some kind of primal instinct inside of me. I pull back and feed him another thrust that makes him whine. Again and again, I fuck him harder and harder until his hole can’t resist against my cock any longer. I am an animal and he is just my toy. He cries out louder as I use him. My cock took him effortlessly. My balls swell and grow as my load just keeps building up. I’m so fucking pent up. This is the load I have been waiting my whole life for. Fuck, I feel so fucking powerful. I am a god playing with a mere mortal. With my huge hand still wrapped around his neck, I lifted Perry up. My cock still fills his body with man meat. As I pull him against my torso, he slides down deeper onto my godly endowment. He doesn’t even whine anymore. He just lifts his arms weakly to hold onto my thick traps to steady himself. Mouth agape, he looks up into my eyes. He pants like a pup. Such a good boy. “You want this fucking load, son?” I smile. I lean down and press my lips to his. Making out slowly and passionately. My tongue fills his mouth. My cock stuffs his ribcage. I lift him up and start using him like a fleshlight. Up and down he rides my monstrous dick. He feels so fucking good. His tongue dances with mine in his mouth. My perfect boy. Takes my cock so well. A rush of heat runs down my chest. I fuck him harder. Harder. His perfect ass slaps against the base of my shaft. My cock throbs and flexes. I feel my shaft swell even bigger. My cock head grows against his lungs. My endowment isn’t done growing yet. I’m going to cum. I need to unload these massive balls and dump my seed deep inside of my boy. I can’t hold back anymore. It’s now just a primal urge to breed. I was going to endow this boy with the blessing that is my hot cum. The sounds of whines and grunts and slapping skin fade until I hear nothing but ringing in my ears. My body becomes numb as I force myself balls deep inside of Perry. The little fucktoy on my cock and on my tongue disappears. My vision goes white. I feel nothing except pure orgasmic euphoria. My mountainous cock erupted with its semen and my mind ascended. • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • I lose track of time. I just float in that heavenly orgasm. Until eventually my vision returns to me. I’m bent over on my knees with my head resting on my bed. My cheek was resting in a pool of cum. I sit up. My head still feels heavy. Perry lays on his back in my bed. His chest heaves heavily. A satisfied smile spread across his face. I look down and see waves of cum pouring out of his gaping hole. My load was splattered all over my bed and spilled over onto the floor of my apartment. I grunt and force myself to stand up. My vision is still blurry. My head felt like a sandbag. My feet step into a puddle of my own cum. “Fuck, you are perfect,” I sighed in my usual voice. My eyes shoot open. I look around my apartment, gradually growing around me. The ceiling seems so far away now. I look down at my arms and watch as my muscles shrink before my eyes. My biceps relax and slowly return to my tiny self. All my muscle mass was melting away. “What?! What the fuck! What’s happening?! Where—” I stammer. I grope my biceps. Begging for my size to return. I don’t want to go back. I turn and rush over to my mirror. I still look bigger than I was before, but I could only watch in horror as my muscles shrink. My pecs pull back tight against my chest. My arms thin out. My height fell. Even my cock shrivels up to its tiny 8 inches. It was as if my entire body was like a cock going soft after shooting its load. I panic. I grope myself trying to keep some of that size that made me feel like a god. But it was all gone. Stripped away from me. “Oh, fuck…” Perry huffs. “Don’t worry, big daddy.” He stands up from the bed. More cum sloshes out of his ass and drips down his leg and onto the floor. He comes up behind me and puts his hand on my bicep. My skinny arm. “It’s okay,” Perry tries to calm me down. “Your body is just settling back into its usual form. It’s normal.” I turn and grab the back of his neck. My hands can’t even wrap around his entire throat. I pin him back against the wall. He looks scared. I don’t even care. “What the fuck are you talking about?!” I bark. “I was fucking massive! I—… I was a damn god…” “Okay… Okay, relax…” He places his hand on my tiny chest. He massages the underside of my pec gently. “You are still huge, Daddy. You always were. That’s why I picked you.” “I was a fucking monster! And now I’m just… this,” I said with disgust. “It’s okay. My saliva made you grow uncontrollably. You weren’t restrained by the limits of human nature. You could just grow freely. I knew you would appreciate the power. But when you came and shot your load deep… deep inside of me… Your body released and began to return to your usual… absolutely jacked self,” he huffs in satisfaction. Perry continues to pet my chest, trying his best to soothe me. “You can’t be a muscle beast all of the time. You’ve got a normal life to live. And… being normal-sized most of the time will help appreciate the size and growth I can give you sometimes. I know that for a fact. I’ve tried it myself too.” A “normal” life is such bullshit. I have worked all my life to grow. My cock grew through puberty and that was my gateway drug. I worked to grow my muscles. Grow my height. Grow my dick. I worked to live comfortably so I can spend all my free time growing. But now I have the secret. This perfect little twink can make me grow just by slobbering on my cock. He could make me grow. Beyond what I even ever imagined. The orgasmic growth I have been chasing is here in front of me. I am never going to let that go. I will become a muscle god and people will come from miles to worship me. I will be a king and no one will be able to stop me. “I hope we can do this again soon, Daddy. You really were the best I’ve ever had. You grew a lot faster than anyone else I’ve ever gifted. We will seriously have to push the limits next time we get together. See you soon, Daddy!” Oh, I was going to grow again very, very soon…

He was my plaything. He didn’t even know how beautiful he was as I spread his asscheeks and owned every inch of him. He was gripping his legs and lifting them almost vertical, the powerful bulges of hamstrings and calf muscles producing an erotic, tormenting display. His abs were crunched into an obscene display of ridges and valleys. His pecs almost colliding with his chin. Every inch of him was tortuously displayed as he released pant after pant in exquisite agony as I penetrated him and made him mine. He never seemed to understand just how I used him. My thick cock, the size of most men’s forearms, was violating his rectum and breaking him in ways he couldn’t even imagine. He was too dumb. It wasn’t my fault Carl was that way - I’d helped him along physically, but the mental side often came with the territory. It seemed like the dumber they are, the more keen they are to lift things repetitively, to count every rep, to squeeze every fiber of muscle until it almost rips. That part had been my doing. I had paid for Carl’s gym membership, his personal trainer, his nutritionist and even his entry to the IFBB pro circuit. As a result, here I was impaling the most perfect ass on the West Coast on my gargantuan cock. Carl’s cock flopped noisily against his abs. But with each thrust into his ass, his cock made a little less of a resounding slap against his cobblestone midsection. Carl had been beautiful when I had selected him. He walked into one of my gyms. He was shorter than me: about 5’10”, not so tall he’d be noticed immediately but no so short that he was a midget. His black hair was cut short and swept back and he had a skin fade to his tanned features. Carl was a builder by trade. He had a few tribal tattoos on his shoulders and toned biceps. His features were symmetrical and his brown eyes were almost beautiful. His thick lips concealed a perfect, straight smile. Those lips were now gasping for air and I shoved my thumb in there, emphasising to him just how powerless he really was in this situation - I could fill any hole and there wasn’t a thing he could do. He almost lost his grip on his thighs as I further stretched his hole with my thick, hungry meat. Carl met me on one of the bench presses as I repped out over 700lbs and his eyes were immediately captivated by over 350lbs of ripped, hairy, former pro bodybuilder, powerlifter, college-wrestler muscle. My shaved bald head and thick beard topped off my 6’6” frame and I could see he was struggling. I shook his hand and his mouth was like a desert immediately. I told him that he’d be training with me and his eyes glazed over. The sheer anticipation made him short of breath. Carl knew his body couldn’t cope with the relentless, savage pounding he was receiving. Something bad had to be happening to his guts. He had no idea. His forearms cramped and his thighs ended up wrapped around me as his once powerful arms felt weak. My thighs and ass, powerful as they were, had never felt so invigorated and alive as I aimed to impregnate this beautiful muscle boy beneath me. It was almost six months of consistent training before I invited Carl into one of my gym’s posing rooms. I removed my compression shirt and revealed my thick, mountainous pecs. He almost collapsed when he saw them. Swirls of hair arced across my powerful pectorals as they vied for space and formed a deep crevice. That was the first time I let him properly touch me as I told him to trace the shape of my pecs to understand how they were formed and could be forced to grow ever larger. He was entranced from the very beginning. Carl’s eyes crossed when I changed the angle of entry into his exhausted boypussy. I owned him so completely now but there was still something there: his hand came up and pushed on my chest so weakly that it barely registered for me. But it was a minuscule sign of resistance. I grabbed his hand and moved it down to my abs. His hand roamed over the irresistible scalloped ridges covered with a dusting of hair and gradually sunk lower to the base of my cock, where it met the recently plundered hole. He whimpered then made a grab for his own cock. Hard, but now only an inch or so long. His whimpers grew to a wail until I clasped my thick, calloused fingers over his mouth. Carl was under my tutelage, learning all he could of training, for just under a year. He was pumped full of tren, deca, HGH - everything that could make an average man into a beast on the bodybuilding circuit. Until he was ready. He still looked like a dwarf compared to a true alpha muscle-god like myself, but he won easily. His beautiful features grimaced in agony as he flexed through pose after pose on stage. He saw me cheering him on and his grin turned into a beaming smile. This boy could win on an Olympia stage but he had earned his pro card and that’s all he wanted. When he exited the stage and met me after the show, I hugged him against my body and his whole body quivered in response. I knew he was ready. I leant backwards so that Carl could see every ridge of my body and the beautiful mountainous protrusion of my pectorals, covered in thick black hair. I continued pumping upwards into him, demonstrating the sheer power in my torso to manipulate him in any way I wanted. His shrivelled balls pumped a tiny dribble out of his shrunken meat. He was over 230lbs. Lean. Ripped. But still only 19 years old and beautiful. His body had been broken down and rebuilt in a way that I knew I could use. I intended to take what I wanted. When I suggested he come to mine for the night instead of going back to his parents, he immediately jumped at the opportunity. When I let him in, he practically jumped for me and when I wouldn’t let him approach me, he begged. That’s when he got a taste of my true power. Carl was too focused on me initially to notice his own body. After all, when you have a being like me on top of you, it’s hard to consider much else. He hadn’t noticed his hard won muscles losing their pump. He hadn’t even seen at first how that symbol of his manhood between his legs had become a husk of its former self. His inattention to detail was exacerbated by the seemingly never-ending pump I was developing from the marathon fuck session. My own biceps seemed fuller, rounder. My pectorals seemed impossibly to swell from my rib cage. My back thickened. Carl was succumbing completely to my power and after more than 6 hours, I bred his hole for the final time. Carl’s body now weighed no more than 160lbs. He had lost at least 5 stone in the process. His muscles, while still beautiful, had reverted to their state before I took him under my wing. As I withdrew from his exhausted, battered hole, cum spilled out everywhere. He looked very similar to how he had appeared when he first entered my gym. My beard appeared shorter and I had a slightly less weathered face, but still one which exuded superiority. “What?” Carl murmured as he hazily looked around. “Let me explain.” I started in a deep baritone from my heavier, more muscular, more perfect physique. “You may have heard of fairies and nymphs…their existence is indisputable given their appearance in so many disparate mythologies. But tell me…have you ever heard of a dryad?”

This is a commission from The_Hill79 on Telegram. I hope you like it. Some people think that there is nothing worse than being bullied at school, but I say that the worst thing is to be bullied by your own father. That has been my life for as long as I can remember. Unlike my classmates who either had divorced fathers, and therefore paid little attention to them, or whose fathers were the most loving figures that could exist, I had the misfortune of having a despicable one: I never received a show of affection, except in front of other people, he always looked down on me for being different from his "standard of masculinity": strong, confident, fearless, while I had always been thin-skinned, sickly, insecure, shy, cautious, quiet, preferred reading a book to running around with the other kids in my neighborhood, not to mention that I didn't find sports interesting at all. When I entered high school, he thought that the influence of hormones would make some change in me, unfortunately for him, it was not the case: I remained one of the lowest in the classroom, I was a bag of bones and even when he forced me to join every sports club there was, my passion for sports did not grow in the least, in the end, I ended up joining the Science Club. At home, we barely spoke a word to each other and, of course, since he was the "man of the house", I was in charge of doing all the housework. "Sometimes I wonder if you're really my son," he said to me once when he came home from work, unbuttoned his tie, took off his shoes, and put his feet up on the small table between the sofa and the TV to start watching some of his favorite shows, "We have practically nothing in common. "The feeling is mutual," I spat at her from the kitchen. To some extent, even physically we were not alike apart from the hair and some facial features. As I said before, I was scrawny, while he was tall, muscular, and attractive. If it weren’t for some gray hair scattered around his peach hair, plus some minimal wrinkles on his face, people would say he was still in his 30s. He always wore stylish clothes that accentuated his attractiveness, he grew a low, but thick beard that covered his square jaw. "Well, you've got some balls after all," he laughed from the living room, "Give me a beer to celebrate. Who knows, maybe in a few years you'll become a proper man.” I handed him a case of beer to keep him entertained for a while and forget about my existence. This was my daily life, although he usually arrived after spending an hour or two at the gym he attended, which caused his physical condition was always in the top, perhaps he did not possess a six-pack, but certainly spent so much time in the gym allowed him to maintain a toned midsection with no belly. Sometimes he would go to a nearby bar to have a few drinks with his friends, after which it was common for him to bring some woman on duty and spend the night locked in his room. It's not like I didn't notice them at all, they couldn’t be noisier. That's how my middle school and high school years went. Fortunately, thanks to my excellent grades and the number of prizes won in every science contest in which I had participated, I got a scholarship to one of the best universities in the country where practically all expenses were going to be paid, which was a relief for me because my mother had made it very clear that he was not going to pay a penny for my studies. I entered the Pharmacology program and quickly became a member of one of the many laboratories in the faculty. My day consisted of classes and my research in the laboratory, and at night I would return to my dormitory to rest and clear my head from the day. The fact that I was living alone filled me with satisfaction, I was relieved not to have to put up with my father's sarcastic and hurtful comments, as well as his arrogance. Needless to say, since I entered the university communications with him ceased immediately, it seemed that the contempt was mutual. In my laboratory, we worked with sarcopenia, a disease characterized by the loss of muscle mass. We were investigating drugs to alleviate or even reverse this condition. It was possibly from this that I came up with the brilliant idea of creating something that would not so much increase a person's muscle mass as steal it. It may also have been due to the numerous stories on the subject that I had stumbled upon from time to time on the Internet, and perhaps also because, deep down, I fantasized about the idea of doing that to my own father, of rubbing his face in his strength, of making him see that I was superior. I didn't give the idea much thought, after all, it was nothing more than a pipe dream, until one day when I was wandering around the library in one of my spare times, I found a most curious book: one of spells. I found it strange to find something like that in the university library, it wasn't until I remembered the history of the institution that it made sense: in its beginnings, the university was related to the esoteric world, it was even speculated that some of the founders were alchemists and sorcerers. Out of curiosity, I borrowed the book to browse through it. I was pleased with the fact that the spells described in that old volume were not the typical spells you find in those cheap magazines and pamphlets you encounter where they talk about love potions, good luck, and so on. While there was a recipe or incantation to make someone fall in love with you, there were also various spells and potions for countless situations: curses, healing, finding lost objects, changing appearance, being invisible, changing sex, and one that caught my attention: transferring attributes between people. I spent a long time reading that section, supposedly it was possible to transfer attributes between people without even having physical contact. This could be done in many ways: talismans, potions, or incantations, and the time it took could also vary. It was then that the idea of stealing my father's physique resurfaced in my mind. I meditated for a long time on the matter, the most logical part of me was reluctant to even give it a chance, but a little voice in my head encouraged me to try, I would not lose anything by giving it a chance. In the end, I took the plunge. Although I did not opt for magic 100%, in this case, I wanted to try to merge both fields: science and magic. I made some copies of the pages where this information appeared in the book, as well as asked the librarian if there were more books of this type. Fortunately, a whole section of the library (the oldest one) dealt precisely with that subject. So, from that day on, I spent as much time as possible collecting information from all those books on the subject. My research had to stop for a couple of months due to the final exams of the semester. I didn't want to tempt fate by getting lower grades than I normally did, but as soon as they were over, as well as the winter vacations, I continued to accumulate information for another month. In the end, I concluded that it was best to use some amulet as a catalyst for the spell, while some of the substances we were investigating in my research group would be the medium. It was then that I prepared for the experimentation. It was not difficult for me to order some lab rats to start the experiments. I had good relations with my colleagues and since I promised that my work would not be affected, as it was going to be done during my free time, there was no objection. So, I took a few rats, both healthy and those that were genetically modified to develop sarcopenia, and set up a small laboratory in a secluded and practically abandoned part of the facility. Many may consider me a genius, but what they say in the movies where the results of research are obtained overnight is completely fictitious. Unexpected results can occur, it is quite common that great discoveries have been serendipitous, but apparently, that was not going to be my case. Progress was slow, extremely slow for my taste. I had to search for the perfect symbol to serve as a talisman to aid in the spell, which was the cause of much of the slow progress. Many of those mentioned in the books seemed to be quite unstable, even ineffective altogether. Those that did work tended to be quite weak, so the transfer was minimal and very short in time. It wasn't until I found one that seemed to be the most effective that I was able to move faster, it seemed that not only the symbol was important, but also the material it was placed on, even how it "mated" with the other talisman it was to be magically connected to. Once I got past that step, I had to work with the perfect substance, as I not only wanted to steal the other person's strength, but also increase it. While this didn't take me as long as with the symbol, it wasn't after almost a month of trial and error that I hit on the perfect formula: a mixture of the drug we were working with in my research group, some essential amino acids, and growth factors. Fortunately, I finished the research just before the second-semester exams started, so I turned back to my studies and then, during the summer vacation, I would pay a short visit to my birth house to say hello to my father. It was hard to determine whether that house belonged to a middle-aged man or a teenager or at least a recent college graduate. When I arrived at my house everything was a mess, my father was definitely taking gender roles literally, as he made little effort to tidy up the house. There was dust everywhere, the floor was dirty, the living room was a mess, I didn't even want to imagine what his room was like, let alone the bathroom. A mountain of thermopacks, cans, and beer bottles was piled up in a corner of the sofa (apparently, he can't even make himself a fried egg), there was a certain stench of sweat, possibly coming from the clothes he wore to the gym. I was about to leave the house as it was, but in the end, the repulsion of being in such an unpleasant space prompted me to tidy it up a bit: I put the dirty clothes in the hamper, threw the thermopacks, and beer cans and bottles in a garbage bag and cleaned as much of the house as possible. "You definitely should have been born a woman," my father's deep voice startled me as I was finishing cleaning up. I was so focused on the job that I hadn't even noticed her father's entrance. "I don't know how you could live in this dump," I replied. There he was again with his teasing, how hard was it to say "Hi, thanks for cleaning up a bit" or something like that? "Once in a while, some of the girls I bring here do me a favor," he answered, "It's strange to see you here, why this unexpected visit?" "Nothing, it's your birthday soon and I thought I'd give you a ride," I lied. "As if that ever mattered to you," he had definitely seen through my lie, he was my father after all, and no one knew me better than him. "Who knows, maybe I'm trying to heal this toxic relationship between us. I even brought you a gift" At that moment I took out of my backpack that I had placed on the couch before I started cleaning. "Present and everything!" he was surprised, a moment later he practically snatched the box out of my hands and opened it, inside was a thick silver metal chain. "I thought you would like it," I said as I watched my father feast his eyes on the piece. "I love it," he replied, "You do know my tastes very well," after which he put the chain around his neck. I must admit that it looked very good on him, having such a thick neck, the chain emphasized his masculinity even more, it even gave him an air of virility. "It looks pretty good on you," I smiled, of course, the gift was nothing more than an excuse to carry out my plan. "By the way, what does the symbol engraved on the pendant mean?" he asked while he grabbed the pendant with one of his hands and brought it to his face to have a better look at it. "Truthfully, I have no idea" I lied again "I thought it looked nice, so I bought it. You can take it off anyway...". "Nah, no need to," he interrupted me, a smirk creeping across his face, "I like it." I breathed a sigh of relief, if I had taken it off my plans would have been ruined. "Well, it's almost time for lunch, do you want me to prepare something to eat," I asked, I thought it was better to keep him happy to avoid any suspicion. "You really are very helpful." "Well, I'm hungry and I'm not really in the mood to eat junk or prefabricated food," I quickly made an excuse, which was not entirely untrue, I didn't like that kind of food, even though I cooked at the university, even though many times I didn't have time for it, "Do you have something in the fridge?" "I think so." I quickly made my way to the kitchen. Indeed, there were several things in the refrigerator and they were in good condition. "It's either my imagination or you've taken to cooking," I joked. "I'm not useless," he defended himself, "Just because I don't cook very often doesn't mean I don't do it." "Ok, ok, I won't say anything else" I put myself to work immediately. My father, on the other hand, sat down on the sofa, with his feet on the small table in front of the TV, and started to watch some games on TV. A while later I set the table and called my father for lunch. I had prepared some beef steaks, his I did medium rare, while mine I cooked a little longer. I also made some boiled potatoes, as well as a spinach salad. Lunch passed practically in silence, as usual between us, not to say that it was one of my father's few demands while I was growing up: no talking while eating. Once lunch was finished, I went back to the kitchen to do the dishes, while my father returned to the couch. It didn't take long for him to ask me to bring him a beer, at which point I took the opportunity to add the potion I had created and to also put on me the counterpart of the amulet I had given my father. "Hmm. This beer tastes better than usual for some reason," said my father after drinking the first sip of the cold beverage. For a moment I was worried, I had never thought of the idea that such a potion could alter the taste, fortunately, the result was satisfactory, since my father continued drinking as if nothing had happened. After draining the contents, he continued watching television, and a few moments later, he returned to order another round of beer. He had always been a good drinker, not to mention his great resistance to alcohol. I quickly went to bring him another, it was better not to make him wait, since one of the things he had no patience for, I had to suffer it several times during my childhood. It was after pouring the second beer that both charms began to glow, it was the sign that the potion was going to start to take effect. The glow was very faint at first, he probably wouldn't have noticed unless the lights were off, but I did. "How strange, all of a sudden I feel strange," he complained, I could see how his face contracted in an expression of discomfort, "Was there by any chance something wrong? "No," I answered immediately, "Besides, I feel perfectly fine," I tried to contain the smile that was forming on my face. The glow of the amulet increased its intensity with each passing second. "Suddenly it's very hot," he began to pant, I could notice that his forehead began to moisten. "Do you want me to lower the temperature a little?” "I think I'd better take off some clothes, for some reason I feel like I'm being constricted," he pulled the collar of the sweater he was wearing a little aside as if to let the cooler air relieve the heat he was feeling. I could see the way sweat patches were growing under his armpits and on his chest. What do you mean you feel constricted inside your clothes? I thought. I looked down at my body and didn't notice any change, however, I did notice that my father's clothes did indeed feel tighter to his already athletic figure. Something strange was going on. "Ugh... my whole body hurts, my head too," he complained as he took off his sweater. He was completely bathed in sweat, he kept breathing agitatedly, and his chest was rising and falling with every inhalation and exhalation, it was at that moment that I checked it: he was growing. With every breath of air that entered his lungs, his pecs were growing. I became alarmed. "I need some water, I'm getting dehydrated" My father gasped, I immediately went to get him water from the kitchen, my mind was in chaos, why wasn't it working, why was he growing and not me, what did I do wrong, where did I fail? When I returned to the living room, I stopped dead in my tracks and dropped the glass of water, which crashed to the floor, shattered into a thousand pieces, and soaked the carpet. In that small fraction of time, my father had practically doubled in size, especially in width. His arms were huge, I think they were at least 25 inches width, his shoulders broad and round, the trapeziuses rose on either side of his neck, preventing it from moving freely, and the little fat that covered his abs had completely evaporated, so the abdominal muscles were perfectly defined. As for the pecs... I couldn't help but drool over them, they were huge! Still, they weren't unsightly and those dark nipples were inviting to suck on them like a baby would suckle its mother when she's nursing. That was wrong, it was all wrong, there is no way I should be lusting after my own father, I hated him, I despised him, that body should be mine, he should be consuming himself while I robbed him of everything he had built. That athletic body for which women were fainting. It should be mine... "Did you say something?" my father's voice, now even deeper, interrupted my train of thought. "No..." I stammered. "I thought... ufff... you were saying something about... argh... stealing my body" My father continued to grow, now his pants suffered from the leg muscles that were tirelessly searching for space. But his words worried me, could it be that I had inadvertently said something, even under my breath? "Stop talking and help me!" my father roared. He was definitely reading my mind, something was going on, this time I was sure because I hadn't said a single word. I heard the sound of his pants ripping. "Eh..." I didn't know what to do, it was all too confusing. My father was still growing, he was already reaching bodybuilder proportions. His legs, now uncovered, were pillars of white marble strong enough to support the full weight of his herculean body, his feet had also destroyed the shoes he was wearing, they were huge. He’s so hot. My mind raved for a few moments, again I was craving that body. That was it, there was no other explanation, I wanted it for me, not him... "I knew you were a faggot," my father turned to look at me, it seemed that the transformation had stopped. He was practically naked, only a portion of his pants covered his most intimate parts, but it was so small that it looked more like a pair of underwear "But I never imagined you were a degenerate who likes his own father." "Hey," a cold sweat dampened my forehead, "No, it's not like that...". "Don't lie, I just heard you... no, I just read your mind," he said as he advanced towards me. "What did you say? Reading minds? That's impossible," I stammered as I ran backward, trying to run away from my father. "I think too many weird things have just happened to rule out that possibility," his figure was imposing. So that was it. Suddenly I heard my father's booming voice again, but my breath froze when I realized that his lips hadn't moved in the slightest, worse, the voice was inside my own head. You tried to steal my physique, to take revenge on me. ha! I don't know what went wrong, but I'm very grateful for the result. I watched my father raise both arms and flex them in unison, a pair of mountains almost as big as my own head rising between forearms and shoulders, furrowed by veins almost as thick as a pencil. It's just great. Now I understand those bodybuilders. He lowered both arms and clasped his hands together in front of his belly to flex the two plateaus he had for pecs. My penis betrayed me at that moment. Heh, heh, heh. Do you like what you see? My father's voice drilled into my mind, as he continued to pose in front of me, showing every muscle in his body. I fervently denied it, but my penis gave me away. "I don't know if it's the effect of what you did to me, but I suddenly feel very needy," he put a huge hand to his crotch, "Do you think you can give your father a hand?" "No," I answered immediately. Come on, your dick says otherwise, you want me, you want me to dominate you... I'm coming to think that in the end you always wanted it, that I treated you badly, that I belittled you. "I didn't, I hated you” I shouted trying to drown out his words, but how could I if I heard them inside me? No, you loved me, you wanted me, like the little faggot you always were, you loved a real man to dominate you, to put you in your place. This is an excuse, you really wanted me to be bigger, more masculine. "Don't twist my thoughts" I shouted as loud as my vocal cords would allow me "This was an accident, I should be like this, not you." Come on, I'm sure a smart person like you wouldn't have made a mistake like this, would you? For a moment I didn't know what to answer. You know deep down it's true. Come on, as pathetic as you are, I know you were always smarter than me, I'm sure you did thousands of tests and experiments before you did this to me, didn't you? He was right. I spent months experimenting on mice for this to have happened. Then why did it fail? It didn't fail, you simply realized your deepest dream: to make me bigger, stronger, sexier, and more virile, so that you could delight even more in my perfection. My father was very close to me, so close that our breaths mingled, until that moment I had not realized that he was staring into my eyes and I had not looked away. "I..." I tried to speak, to say something to refute his words. Come on face it, you didn't want this body for yourself, you wanted it for me. After all, you're a smart guy who doesn't make mistakes. "But..." It was becoming more and more difficult to form a coherent thought in my head. Each time his words made more and more sense. There, there, accept your true nature. You wanted to make me like that for sure... even to the point of renouncing my heterosexuality, to satisfy your filthy fantasies, didn't you? "Yes, you're right” something deep in my mind was screaming that this was not true, that I was being manipulated, that I should run away immediately. But it was such a distant voice, so weak that I paid little attention to it. That's right, accept yourself as you are, a degenerate faggot. Appreciate my body, worship it... what's more, why don't you clean me of sweat with your tongue? My body moved by itself; I embraced that man. He was so warm, his muscles were so firm, so big and so wet with sweat, salty and delicious sweat that my tongue began to clean methodically. That's right, baby, clean up and enjoy those pillows you granted me a few moments ago, suck on that delicious dangling nipple. Your father is very happy. As if something lit up in my head, the expression on my face changed. A few moments ago, it was an empty one, now it was one dominated by lust and satisfaction, and my father had just praised me. Maybe that was what I had been yearning for so long, a compliment, a praise, a word that made me feel useful. Your daddy is very proud of you. Keep it up, dedicating yourself to body and soul. "Yes..." I said as I sucked his nipple greedily, "I'll devote myself to you, I'll do everything you say without complaining." That's the way I like it. I see you're hungry, why don't you go a little lower and suck my cock? I've been horny for a while now. "Yes, Daddy," I moaned. However, I did not descend immediately, he had ordered me to clean him meticulously, so I licked all the sweat from his chest to his crotch, I paused for a moment delighting in his strong abdominal muscles, his round belly button. When I finally reached his crotch, I immediately pulled down (albeit with some effort due to the enormous musculature he had gained) the remains of his pants and boxer shorts, which, perhaps because of their elastic nature, had resisted the sudden increase in body mass. I had never gotten to see my father's genitals, but with a glimpse I took of what was "hidden" under the fabric stretched to practically its limit, it was quite large, larger than any I had seen before, either in porn or in real life. When I pulled down his panties, his member quickly stood up straight, almost hitting me in the face. It was huge, almost the size of my forearm, a little darker than my father's skin, veiny, hot, juicy. Beneath it hung a pair of balls almost as big as a clenched fist. Although my father smelled delicious, nothing compared to the scent of that region. It was a fragrance that denoted virility, and power. I stayed a few seconds just enjoying that aroma, but some grunts from my father brought me back to reality, so I got down to work: I took out my tongue and began to lick all that member, from the base to the tip, both in its ventral and dorsal region, as well as the sides, delighting myself with the rough texture that gave them the veins so evident to the naked eye. You really know how to use that tongue, eh, boy? I don't think any woman so far has ever been so fond of my penis. My cheeks flushed at those words, so I continued to give my best effort, I had to please him. A translucent liquid began to drip from the tip. I immediately set about drinking it, it was salty and somewhat spicy. To prevent it from being completely wasted, I inserted the tip of the penis into my mouth. Glad to know I have a big one, I don't think many people would be able to swallow that monster, however, there I was, gradually opening my jaws to their fullest extent to insert it inside my mouth. Once this was done, my head moved back and forth along the entire length of my father's penis, my tongue would not stop, although it was not able to move as much as I would have liked due to the limited space in my mouth. You're a real champ at being able to get that monster. I'm sure he meant it in a mocking tone, but I didn't care, I just had to obey him, and the order at that moment had been for me to suck his cock, so that's what I would do. It didn't take long for my father to move his hips back and forth due to the excitement he was getting from the blowjob I was giving him. His penis, therefore, began to thrust roughly into my throat. At first, it bothered me a little, I even felt like throwing up, but I resisted, I had to comply. "That's it, take your daddy's cock completely," he said loudly between moans of pleasure. I tried to answer something, but my mouth was completely occupied by his penis. "Ufff" Apparently the vibrations on his member, provoked by my attempt to speak, gave him a pleasurable sensation "That felt good, keep doing it." I obeyed. As I suffered the fellatio, my mouth generated a vibration to make the act more pleasurable. My father only moaned or gasped from the effort and pleasure, in my mouth spilled all that pre-seminal liquid that I drank without thinking much about it, I just left it long enough in my mouth to savor it. "Ah... ready," my father struggled to formulate words between gasps, "I'm coming." No sooner had he finished saying those words than I felt a slight contraction of his penis and immediately a warm, viscous liquid rushed down my throat and into my stomach. My father arched his body back and brought his waist forward so that the penetration was even deeper. There was a second discharge, then a third and a fourth, with each one the amount of semen was less, but even so, it was more than many ejaculations I had seen previously. I couldn't help but feel full when he had finished. He pulled his penis out of my mouth slowly, as if he still wanted to enjoy the warmth of my mouth as much as possible. Once out, a trickle of saliva, pre-seminal fluid, and semen, all mixed, still bound us together. My father wanted to say something, but I preempted his thoughts, reached over, and carefully cleaned his penis. I actually liked this dynamic. His voice was booming in my head again. Not to mention this body I got. He flexed his arms again, I just stood there, kneeling, with a look of admiration. I must tell you; you suck better than a lot of women I've been with. I think I'm going to make some adjustments in my life from now on, just like you will. "Me?" I asked. "Yes" he spoke again with his lips and his gaze fell on me “I won't be the only one with changes, although yours won't be as drastic, or at least I think so.” "What do you want to change about me? Tell me and I'll do it," I begged. "That's the way I like it, that you obey," his white teeth were completely exposed with the huge smile he formed on his face. "I will always obey you, so that Daddy will be happy," I continued, this time I crawled to his feet and clung to one of his legs, always without taking my eyes off his eyes. “And then you compliment me.” "Perfect. You know I always expected you to be a more manly son, right? Well, from now on you will be," his eyes emitted a slight gleam, but I didn't give it any importance, only attending to his words "From now on you will enjoy sports as much as I do, you will drink beer next to me on the couch while we watch a game on TV." "Yes, Daddy, that's what I'll do.” "You will also come with me to the gym, you will behave like a real alpha male in front of everyone, although at home you will be my bitch and you will do what I tell you to do.” "Yes, I will,” I nodded again. "I just realized I can access your memories with this new brain-reading ability and I saw how you made the potion and the amulet you transformed me with. I think we should create some more, for me and you. I want you to be big and strong, maybe not as big as me, but just as masculine. Tomorrow you will go to college again and prepare more, this time with the following specifications.” I listened, or rather let it embed in my mind the specifications of the formula he wanted. The next day I went back to the university and did as I was asked, I made two potions, one for me and one for my father. Then I went back. We both drank them immediately. It felt so good the change, even more when I saw my father changing as well. This time he grew more in height, gradually adding inch by inch, from 5’10’’ to 6’88. This time he did not tear any clothes, a pity, that scene of last night was hot. Yet his measures increased, his arms girth reached 30 inches, veins form roads across them, even some were also visible in his pecs and calves. Those pecs became massive, nipples faced entirely to the floor and I bet his vision was blocked as well after that growth. And his back… it was a wall as big and powerful as the Chinese Great Wall with all those valleys and hills that shifted with every movement of his torso. My growth was not as impressive as my dad’s, after all he told me to not be as large as him, yet, for a scrawny guy like me, it was astonishing. I felt and enjoyed how my clothes became tighter with every breath I too, I saw how my arms filled the sleeves of my t-shirt, how my inexistent chest ballooned to live. I flexed my arms and tore the sleeves, then I tore the rest of the shirt with the new strength I had acquires, exposing the magnificent torso I was developing. It felt really good, I rapidly became hooked to that sensation of being strong, masculine, powerful, I wanted more, I would definitely go with my father to the gym and drink as many protein-shakes and supplements as possible, so one day I would be as big as he was, so he would always be proud of me. We both stood before each other, glancing and inspecting our marvelous bodies. My father was taller than me by a foot, but I did not mind, he was in charge, so he needed to be bigger than me. He was a mountain of muscle and power, his hands capable of turning rocks into dust and his legs were so strong that I did not doubt that he would bend a steel wall with just one kick. I was strong too, strong enough so average men would think it twice before challenging me, but still far away of bodybuilder’s range. I spent the rest of the summer vacation at my father's house. As he had instructed me, we watched sports together, always with a case of beer at hand. In the afternoons, as soon as my father got off work, I would go with him to the gym and we would spend about one to two hours. As my body was athletic and manly, I had already noticed several people who gave me too long glances, but I only had eyes for my father, although from time to time he allowed me to have an encounter with someone (rather he invited him and we shared it between the two of us). I made, at my father's suggestion, of course, some modifications to my person. I cut my hair in a similar way to my father's: the sides were much shorter than the hair on the top of my skull; I tattooed a sort of necklace around my neck, it was to represent that I belonged to my father only, plus a few other tattoos on my arms to accentuate my masculinity. My father also got tattoos, both arms and the shoulder blades area were covered with tattoos. After the summer vacation was over, I went back to college, but I had to come home every weekend to have a good time with him and take care of him like a good householder.

Hey all, I have had a long hiatus from story writing and am getting back into it, so I thought id share my last story I wrote, which was over ten years ago, reposted from the old forums Please feel free to leave some tips and feedback, and let me know if you would want to see this story continue IN LEAGUE WITH SATAN THE PACT BY SHINJI86 Frank Defoe was your standard gym rat. Been steadily going to the gym for the last 4 years and he looks the part, wide shoulders, well formed chest, large arms, well shaped calves and thick quads, and walked around at about 15% body fat. For most guys this would be amazing, just 4 years ago he had next to no muscle, close to if not more than 50% body fat and absolutely no self esteem. No girls and guys looked at him and his strong body as he walked through the gym. But inside, he wasnt near satisfied, if anything he felt cheated. You see he started training with 2 of his buddies, Max and Neal, all starting from nothing, constantly pushing each other to the next level. It became quiet clear that out of the 3, Frank was defiantly at a disadvantage gene wise. He was at the same level strength wise, but fell behind physique wise long ago, and the gap has been growing larger and larger ever since. Max and Neal were pictures of muscular perfection, monster arms, tree trunk quads, calves the size of most mens quads, wide as hell shoulders with traps taking away there necks, wide v taper and mutant pecs. They could easily take out any local bodybuilding contest, and took every persons attention as soon as they walked in the room. The thing that really got to Frank was that he did everything the same, if not better than the other two. Diet, form, supps and even there anabolic protocols, he followed all of them perfectly, but his genes just let him down. His frustration was very evident, and the other two picked up on and exploited this. In the last year they had taking too making him feel small and insignifigent. After every set they would pose and flex there pumped bodies, asking Frank to compare them "Hey Franky boy, whose arms do you think have a better peak, mine or Neals?" Max would ask while him and Neal were both doing double bi shots. "Come on Fran, no reason to be upset, this is a priviledge getting to see these godly pysiques on a daily basis, you should eat this up" Neal taunted him. Even in the locker room, Frank never used to have a problem changing in front of his friends, but once there size difference had become clear the taunting had got to him so much that he would retreat to the stalls to change. While they were all on test, gh and a massive aray of pharmaceuticals, the other two had also had growth in other appendages that Frank still fell into what he felt was mediocrity. "Yo bitch boy, feast your eyes on a real man, 22 inch arms, 8 inch soft cock, and my partner in crime with 23 inch arms and 7 soft cock. Let me see what your working with kid?" Neal said bullying "Man you know that pussy is only working with 17's on a good day, and like a 6 inch hard" taunted Max before he erupted into a solid belly laugh "Fuck you guys are cunts, why dont you guys just leave me alone, maybe go suck each other off" fired back Frank as he turned toward the stalls "Nah thats for your Mum to do bitch, you wanna see what she is gonna be working with?" And with that Neal starting pumping is thick snake to life, and Max sortly followed suit, bringing them selves to full hardness. "Frank, look and what your new step Dads are working with" flaunted Max "Fucking monster roid cocks mate, if you wernt some dredge cunt with pussy genes you would have a beer can thick 11" beast too" boasted Neal "Fucking horse cocks ae, im sitting at 11 and a half, and i will be fucking destroying some slut tonight while you sit in your room at your Mums house researching how not to be a puny bitch hahahah" Max burst out into a diabolic laugh With this Frank could take no more, and stormed out of the change rooms, and power walked right to his car, and sped out of the car park in a solid rage. Why do such terrible people get such wonderful gifts he thought to himself. How the fuck does the world fuck himself over so much, he does everything right, gives to charity, attends church every Sunday, never broke the law or did anything mean or underhanded, while these assholes got all the results and all the trappings of them. Both Neal and Max have a Youtube channel and have so many subscribers that they dont have to work, they get all the girls they want, they just seem to get everything they want, while Frank does all the hard yards and then some and cant get ahead. He has even snuck in a extra cycle or two that the other two havnt had and dont know about, still nothing. In a huff, he stormed into his house and straight into his room, without saying a word to his Mum and two sisters and slammed the door behind him. He flopped on his double bed and looked at all the posters on his wall of the best pro bodybuilders and bikini clad figure women. He used the massive Dorian Yates poster as his biggest inspiration, Often jerking off while looking at it thinking of himself having that physique, and thinking of all the stares he would get, both of woman and men, they eyes longing to see him fully pumped, wanting to fuck him. He all of the sudden got hard at this thought that had come into his head very often. He stroked himself while steering at the poster, imagining himself that big, bigger, with a monster muscle cock to match, so big he would make Neal and Max look like tiny bitches. Oh he would do anything , absolutely anything for that. Then as he was coming close to climax said to himself, "i would sell my soul to Satan for that chance, god hasnt given me shit. I do everything the bible says, and i get absolutely nothing. Satan Lucifer, hear me, i will do anything for that chance, to make me the biggest fucking muscle beast in the world, with a beast cock to match, fucking dooooo ittttttt, YEEEEEEAAAAAHHHHH" and with that he shot his load all over the poster. While he regained his composer after one of the most intense spite filed orgasm's of his life he started feeling like he was being watched, then he heard the deep baritone voice that made James Earl Jones sound normal. "Franklin my son, turn and face me, i want to answer your call" smoothly said the inhumanly deep voice said As Frank turned he was greeted by a sight out of a muscle comic. A hugely developed man, larger than Marcus Rulh, with red skin, a face that was the definition of manly beauty, clad only in a cape and a posing strap, which seemed to be close to breaking stuffed with what looks to be the biggest cock in existance "I am the dark lord, Satan, Lucifer if you would, pleased to meet you mr Defoe" the beast reached out his humongous hand, Frank trembled and reached his hand and shaked the master of hells hand. "Pa...pa...plllleassed to meet you sirrrr" he finally was able to get out "Well, seeing as your request is formed with the most purest hate that i have felt in a long time, i felt it was my duty to give you what you want. There is alot of people who atepmt to conjure me, but all of them just want it to get girls, or to win something, purely selfish pursuits, in which i will see no entertainment. With the level of pure aggression, animosity and hatred i feel from you i know you will cause some shit that i will enjoy. " "What do you want in return, my soul?" "No my young friend, in my thousands of years since my descension from heaven, i have taken many a mans soul in return for something stupid, and they can never fully enjoy it cause they will have a deep emptyness inside them. But i have only giving a handful of people the power to use with nothing in return, just so i can watch the destruction they cause. Atilla the Hun, Napolian, Hitler, Ted Bundy, the form of pure hatred is hard to find, and your comtempt for everyone else in the world, and the hatred for the privileged is incredible. So i will give you a fluid to inject that will make you a absolute animal, but first you need a massive load to get you started, this is your sacrifice" Wait, im no Hitler or Bundy, im not gonna kill or anything, i just want my fantasy. And what kind of sacrifice?" "Well, sometimes I enjoy people taking whats theres and humiliating the bullies, i love a underdog, plus as you can see i love muscle" He said doing a incredible most muscular, "Your sacrifice is to get this fluid, you have to perform felatio on me" he said with a devilish smile "Ummmmm, ok i guess, if it will give me what i need ill do anything" said Frank uncertainly " Well come here then" said the unholy beast seductively Frank slowly walked over to him. Always turned on by huge men, he had never ever touched or kissed a man before, now he slowly locked lips with this crimson behemoth. To his surprise he started to really getting off on this, starting to open mouth kiss, then his tongue started darting in and out of the dark lords mouth, while his hands explored the vast expanse of this olympia grade physique. Shit if he competed he would destroy everyone. His hand finely worked his way down his back to the monstorus striated glues. His cock was completely hard by the overwhelmingly massive body of the fallen angel. He then came around the front , working his way down his brick work abs, stopping just shy of the posers "Come on son, you know what you are, i can read your mind, you love fucking girls, but you've always wanted to suck and fuck a massive man, so unleash the monster and do it" he whispered passionatley With that Frank dropped to his knees and started pulling down the strap. "Holy fucking shit!!!" gasped Frank Out fell a 10 inch soft, already 8 or so inches thick monster "Come on son it wont bite" The red snake start to swell with Franks touch, till it got to its full magnificence, 15 mind blowing inches of muscle cock. Frank pulled back his foreskin and kissed the beast, then he opened his mouth to take it in. He got about a 5th of it in his mouth and started, then after a few minutes the monsters hand started guiding him deeper and deeper "Thats it son, ahhhhh, just like that, agggghhh, yep, I KNEW YOU WERE A COCK HUNGRY SLUT, AGGGGGHHHHHHHH" Frank was in the zone, he was oblivious to the world around him. Its like this was what he was born to do. He caught a look of himself in his mirror, the site of a well built jock sucking and gagging on a red muscle monster was the most erotic image he'd ever seen. "Here it comes, swallow all of this, dont spill a drop, HEAR IT FUCKING COMES, AGGGGGGGHHHHHHH YEAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH' the beast roared as he came , and came hard Frank swallowed every bit, then he felt a rush of endorphines into his brain, then he orgasmed harder than he'd ever before, then he blacked out As he came to, he wondered if it was all a dream. Such wild outlandish things couldn't be true, could they? He then caught a look of himself in the mirror, his whole body looked like it had the most insane pump ever, and he looked a little bigger than before. No, this cant be real, then he raised his arms for a double bi shot, and they were easily a inch or 2 bigger. "Holy shit, this must be real" He continued exploring his pumped up body, feeling new size, hardness and vascularity across his whole body, he started to get really turned on by this. Thats when he noticed that his cock had grown a inch, and was thicker "Woah, this is crazy, and fucking hot" he said stroking his new meat Then he saw out of the corner of his eye a 2 litre bottle of pale blue liquid and a note. The note said Hi Frank, This bottle of liquid is to be used in place of a steroid, you will have no need for all the other chemicals you have, this will make your dreams come true If you havnt worked out, it is the same liquid you so greatly sucked out of my cock, that first shot was to take care of the loading phase. Just inject 1cc of this twice a week, and within the next few weeks you should gain more than what you usually would in years. I look forward to seeing you in your new muscle stud body in a few weeks, and get a bit more of that hot mouth of yours around my monster, by then you might be bigger than me Yours truly Your Dark Lord Frank took a step back, then thought to himself, bigger than him in a few months, fuck that hot, then he stroked himself to a intense orgasm

Dedicated to a certain M/F writer You warned me what would happen if I started taking it. I sort of believed you, but I didn't believe that it would work in the first place. How many fake ads were there online that claimed to be able to grow your cock and increase your musculature overnight. When you bought those pills, I laughed, VirilX, came from some unknown distributor in a cheap little bottle, a dozen capsules. Each one was supposed to make any man stronger and way more potent in bed. They rolled around in the bottle like candy, but they didn't look like pills as far as I was concerned. So, we sat there, kissing, making out. You always turn me on so fucking much. Short, I was already a foot taller than you, but you have curves in all the right places, such kind eyes but they burn with passion whenever you're fucking me, and you absolutely know how to ride me to get me to bust all over those delicious tits of yours. But compared to me, I'm a string bean against your toned and fitness model body. You had been edging me to get to the gym, and I had started to go just to get some cardio so I could keep up with your frantic fucking in bed. You fucked like a rabbit, and each time I came, it felt a little weak, but you said, adding a few pounds of muscle here and there and I'd be rocking you in the sack instead of the other way around. But you said I hadn't made enough progress, and that's why you were shaking the bottle, running your delicate hand against my trim stomach, grinding your crotch against in those yoga pants that turn me on so much, your breasts pushed up against my non existent chest. You had rushed home after your workout, covered in sweat and I could practically feel how wet you were through my shorts. You jumped on top of me, riding my lap as I watched TV. Something had you going, and as I grew harder and harder you wordlessly popped the pill in your mouth and kissed me. I could feel the pill hit me as it worked its way down. My throbbing was getting stronger as I kept kissing you, pulsing, changing. My cock was threatening to completely tent my boxer briefs as it pushed up between your cheeks, my hands pulling down that zipper of your sports bra and my mouth clamped down on your hard swollen nipples. Something overcame me as I started breathing harder, my hands clawing at your ass and your tits as I groped you, my cock feeling like it wasn't truly hard, but I could feel it stretching out my gym shorts to their limit. I hadn't felt this fucking horny since I was a teenager, I practically growled as I kissed your neck and lifted you to feel how fucking hard I was, my shaft contained only by the little clothing between us. Then I heard it, a stitch popped, something snapped and I think I felt you gush. I roared as my cock tore out of my underwear, my balls feeling the oppressive tightness too and followed suit as they outgrew the tight pouch. Simultaneously you bit your lip and watched my body as it slowly changed from a thin wiry guy and started really packing on pound after pound of muscle. I didn't really have any fat, but what fat was there melted away, each group stretching and tearing before repairing itself in breathtaking speed. Every muscle, writhing under my skin as it began forming inhuman cords of bulging muscle, thick and veiny, each part made to fuck. My hands seemed bigger, thicker, fingers longer, I grabbed your yoga pants and with a little effort tore them apart, your little manicured fingers feeling my softball sized bicep, and doubly thick horseshoe tris as I made quick work of the rest of your clothes, tearing them into a heap of cloth on the floor. You worked your way up to the definition of my shoulders, my delts turning into cannon balls, my pecs surging forth into monstrous slabs of beef. Everywhere you touched grew on command. My lats flared out into cobra like wings, my stomach formed a slate of thick cobblestone abs, first four, then six, and finally nearly eight visible boulders. My neck thickened as you struggled to hold on, as you felt my neck slowly disappear into my newfound traps, I felt the sagging couch begin to creak and then give way altogether. I didn't even have to touch you to know you came again at the thought. My legs, well, the pill made sure I didn't look like I skipped leg day as each thick cable of muscle surged into existence, crisscrossed by a network of veins that would make a bodybuilder proud. My gym shorts turned into compression ones as my butt and my thighs filled them out to bursting. Finally, it seemed you left the best for last, my cock, it was already bigger than before, but now it was gaining a girth that would make you struggle, make you pant, and each veiny thick inch of it would be absolutely made to fuck the lights out of you. My balls kept up in proportion as my sack sagged down, the heavy tennis ball sized testicles churning with so much cum I could practically feel them wriggling within. As the transformation tapered off. I only looked at you with a sexual hunger I never knew existed. I was now changed, a man made to fuck. Made to make little sluts like you cum on command, I was looking at you like a lion looks at its prey. With one swift grip of my hands I picked you up and threw you down on the remains of the couch, my double digit shaft now leaking a steady stream of thick pre-cum, your slick little cunt oozing down your thighs as I pushed it up against the lips, looking for your approval to take you and make you my submissive little gym bunny. My newfound wide, shredded back blotted out the light, so I could barely see you, but I could make out your little nod. I pushed it in, and you met your newfound muscular god.

First time writing a story, so apologies in advance for any formatting/pacing issues! I don't have any plans to continue the story, just had an idea I wanted to explore a bit. Hope you enjoy! _______________________________________________________________ Walking back home from the grocery store, Sam stopped at a busy intersection, waiting for the light to cross. He was lost in thought, replaying his last conversation with his boyfriend Trevor. They had been dating for 3 years and Trevor thought that their sex life had started to get boring and routine. Trevor would always make small comments about Sam’s body, saying he wished Sam was more muscular. Trevor had a thing for muscle and wanted Sam to get bigger. Sam was frustrated with the incessant nagging. He was 6’1” and had a slim build, it was hard for him to pack on any size. He had been going to the gym regularly for years, eating as much as he could, and it never seemed to do anything besides keep him trim and fit. Trevor was shorter than Sam, at 5’7” but had a more muscular build. It was easier for him, Sam thought. The same amount of muscle looked much bigger on Trevor’s smaller frame. Sam sighed thinking about it and pulled out his phone. He absentmindedly started searching again for supplements, hoping to find something that would help him pack on some size and make Trevor happy. His attention was drawn to a strange link on the search page, and he clicked on it. His phone loaded up the website which looked like it was made in the late 90’s. ‘Needing to pack on size quick? Try our new formula today!’ the website’s banner exclaimed. ‘Mega Muscle Boost, the only supplement you’ll ever need!’ He looked at some of the bullet points, ‘Add pounds of muscle instantly!’ ‘Guaranteed to work!’ ‘Helped hundreds of guys get their dream body!’ Sure, Sam thought with an eye roll. It’s probably just creatine with some vitamins mixed in to scam desperate people. He scrolled down the page and looked at the price. A tub of the stuff was only $25. Well, it’s at least a cheap scam, Sam thought. What the hell. He added it to the cart and checked out. Looking up, he noticed the light had turned green, so he stuck his phone back into his pocket and headed home. --- A few days later he got a notification that a package was delivered. Sam headed home from work excited to try out the supplement and see if it worked. When he got home, he found Trevor in the living room watching TV. “Hey, a package came for you, I put it in the kitchen.” Trevor said, not looking up from his show. Sam headed to the kitchen and found the box. Opening it up, he saw a small tub with the Mega Muscle Boost logo on it. He read the only writing he could find on the label. ‘Directions: Use included scoop, mix with beverage of choice as often as desired, and enjoy! Warning: Extremely potent, overdose may cause unwanted side effects.’ Well, that’s not very clear, Sam thought to himself. How do I know what is too much if there’s no directions! Sam opened it up and saw a small plastic scoop. He put one scoop of the powder in a glass and filled it with water. Mixing it up, he chugged the drink. As he swallowed the mixture, he noticed it didn’t have much of a taste. Sam waited for a few minutes to see if he felt anything in case he had a bad reaction to it. Nothing felt weird, so Sam started making dinner. Well, there’s $25 down the drain, he said to himself with a sigh. After a few minutes he started to feel warm. He disregarded it at first, thinking it was just the heat from the stove top. He reached for a spatula, and froze, looking down at his arm. It was bigger! He tightened his fist, watching the muscles on his forearm bunch up. He brought his arm up and flexed. His bicep peak was definitely bigger than before. This stuff really worked! He thought with an excited shock. He looked down trying to see what was happening with his body. All of his muscles were slowly getting bigger, starting to press against his clothes. Sam could feel his shirt bunching up against his biceps and pressing into his armpits as his shoulders swelled. His pecs were becoming small mounds, pushing the fabric outwards with their size. His back was widening, he could feel his arms slowly being lifted away from his sides. Already he felt more powerful, stronger. He ran his hands over his stomach, feeling a six-pack forming. Each ab muscle was solid and tight. He could feel his shorts starting to cut into his thighs. Sam looked down and flexed his legs, hearing the seams start to tear. The teardrop on his quads were becoming hard and defined, fighting to break free from the fabric. He started flexing and squeezing his muscles, feeling the strength and hardness as his body continued to swell. The power Sam was experiencing felt amazing as he ran his hands over every part of his bulging physique. His body was transforming from slender and toned into a buff gymnast build. The warmth he was feeling didn’t seem to be subsiding at all. The supplement coursing through him continued to add pounds of thick muscle. His medium sized shirt was stretched to the max, showing every ridge and bulge underneath, the threads pulling apart in places. His shorts were losing their battle as well, as his legs and butt bulged and thickened. Sam felt uncomfortable pressure in his crotch, and reaching down, realized that his underwear was stuffed to the brim with a thickening cock and a heavy set of balls to match. Sam started to get hard from the sensations of his growing muscles, his cock making the material strain even further. Gripping his hard shaft as it stretched towards his hip, he thought his dick must have grown 2 inches or more so far, and his balls were swollen to the size of mandarins. The intense sensations as he ran his hand over the thick bulge made him moan. Looking down at his body, Sam thought he must weigh at least 250 lbs. and was still growing. He flexed his swollen pecs, making them press against his chin. He did a most muscular pose and watched his shirt rip open, his massive chest and thick lats finally overtaking the fabric. Pulling the shredded shirt off, he continued to enjoy his growing body, flexing his bulging biceps, watching them expand into football sized mounds. He reached around and squeezed his glutes, the firm cheeks heavy and thick with muscle. Sam flexed his lower body as hard as he could and watched his shorts finally rip off and fall to the ground. Now he was left wearing just his underwear, a large wet spot where the massive head of his cock was pressed against his hip. Sam finally felt the warmth from the mixture leave his body and he surveyed the results. His body was massive, muscle bulging all over, thick veins covering him. He seemed to have packed on close to 100lbs of solid muscle and his cock had swollen to a thick 9”. He basked in the feeling of strength his body now possessed. Sam wondered what Trevor would think about his body now, so with a grin he walked back into the living room. Trevor was still watching the TV, so Sam cleared his throat to get his attention. Trevor glanced over and then looked back to the TV before snapping his head back to Sam. “What the fuck happened to you!?,” he said, standing up. Trevor stared at the massive man in front of him with his mouth hanging open in shock. “Am I big enough for you now?” asked Sam while flexing his arm. “Holy shit,” said Trevor, getting up without breaking eye contact, “how, what, I don’t-” Trevor walked over and put his hands on Sam's chest, feeling the rock-hard bulging muscle. “Oh my god, you look amazing, you’re so big.” “Thought you’d like it,” Sam said grinning at him. Trevor moved his hands over Sam's body, feeling his arms, abs, and moved to his legs and finally landed on his crotch. “Did this get bigger too?” he asked, squeezing the bulge. Sam flexed his pelvis causing his dick to swell and bob up and down. Trevor just gasped as he felt the thick rod pulsing in his hand. “Let’s go explore this body in the bedroom,” Sam said. As they left the living room, Trevor asked if this was as big as Sam could get. “Is this still not big enough for you?” Sam asked with some frustration. “There’s no such thing as too big.” Trevor said while keeping his hands on Sam. Sam told Trevor to go to the bedroom and get ready for him, then he stepped back into the kitchen. Still frustrated that Trevor wasn’t satisfied with the massive muscles he now had, Sam took the powder and put 2 more scoops into a glass, mixed it up and drank it down. Now we’ll see what he thinks about not being big enough, Sam thought while he walked to the bedroom, finding Trevor naked and laying on the bed with his ass in the air. Trevor turned around and looked at Sam, “I need your big cock inside of me, I want you to show me what your big muscles can do.” Sam grabbed Trevor forcefully, pulling him close. The sensation of Trevor's solid frame pressed against his own hardened muscles sent a thrill through Sam's body. As Sam pressed Trevor against his body, Sam’s newly enhanced size and strength became more apparent, and his confidence soared higher. His previously lean frame now boasted bulging biceps, sculpted abs, and thick, powerful legs. Sam tore off his pre soaked underwear, revealing his 9” hard cock, and started playing with Trevor’s ass to get him ready. He stuck one of his fingers in the tight hole, feeling Trevor tighten around it. Slowly he worked another one in, readying his lover. Feeling bold and confident, Sam reached down and cupped Trevor's hardening cock. He stroked it gently, teasing Trevor further. Trevor groaned softly, enjoying the sensation. After a few minutes, Trevor’s hole had loosed up, Sam removed his fingers and lubed up his massive dick. With a determined grin, he positioned himself at the entrance to Trevor’s hole. Sam's hands reached out to encircle Trevor's hips, holding him effortlessly and pulling him back onto his thick member. Sam's hands roamed across Trevor's firm, round ass, squeezing and kneading the supple flesh, and started pushing the thick head into Trevor. It was still so tight; Trevor’s hole was stretching trying to accommodate the large invader. Trevor kept backing into Sam while moaning, “Keep going, you’re almost in.” Finally with a slight pop, the head pushed through into Trevor’s hole. Both men gasped at the sensation. Sam paused, taking in the pleasure, his dick felt like it had the sensitivity cranked up to 11, he had never felt anything so good. Trevor felt like he was being stretched beyond anything he had felt before, and it was only the head of his lover’s fat dick so far. Sam started slowly pushing in the rest of his thick rod, while Trevor whimpered and bucked his hips with pleasure. Trevor hole was gripping Sam’s rod like it was starved and the only thing that could satisfy it was more of Sam’s cock. After a few agonizingly slow and pleasurable minutes, Sam felt his groin hit Trevor’s cheeks and saw that he had all nine thick inches inside him. Trevor had never felt so full, the length and thickness of the shaft filling his insides was driving him wild, he was like a dog in heat. Panting and moaning, grinding his ass into Sam trying to get more of it inside him. “OMG, you’re so big, I can’t even think straight,” Trevor moaned. Sam flexed his dick, making it swell inside Trevor who let out a gasp and felt like he was going to pass out from the pleasure. “Fuck me, Sam, fuck me hard with your huge cock. Show me what your muscles can do, make me your bitch,” Trevor pleaded, delirious with lust. Sam leaned forward with a growl, grabbed the back of Trevor’s head, and pushed him down onto the bed. Trevor's breath came in ragged gasps, his muscles tightening around Sam's cock. The sensation of being filled and owned was almost too much for Trevor to bear. With each thrust, Sam's sheer size and power drove Trevor insane, sending waves of pleasure coursing through his veins. "Oh, fuck," Trevor cried out, his hips bucking involuntarily. "Yes, yes, you're so big! Fuck, yes!" Sam's face flushed with excitement as he picked up the pace, watching his lover writhe beneath him. The room echoed with the sounds of their passion – grunts, groans, and moans filling the space. Trevor gripped the sheets tightly, letting out a sharp cry as Sam's cock hit just the right spot inside him. His vision blurred, and his mind spiraled as the sensations flooded his body. Sam started thrusting hard into Trevor, the exertion making Sam feel warmer and warmer. Then he realized the heat was the second dose of the supplement starting to kick in. He looked down and saw his chest expanding outwards, causing his nipples to point down with the weight of his pecs. His arms were growing thicker, his biceps resembling medicine balls packed under his veiny skin. They looked massive as he pinned his increasingly small lover to the bed. Sam’s lower half was also growing, his ass expanding almost defying gravity, the thick cheeks allowing him to add even more power to each thrust. He was having to adjust his stance, as his thighs were pressing into each other, each one almost as big around as his waist. Sam realized that he was growing taller as he saw Trevor’s ass being lifted off the bed as he fucked him. He didn't have the luxury of time to dwell on it though, as Sam pushed himself deeper into Trevor, eliciting a groan from his lover. Trevor was still lost in the pleasure of being railed by this muscle god, but started to notice his ass was being painfully stretched out even more. He groaned, “Sam, it feels like you’re about to rip me apart.” Sam looked down and saw that his dick was much thicker than it had been, and based on how far he was pulling out for each thrust, had to have grown at least another 3 or 4 inches. That meant he could be sporting a true foot long dick or even more. “You said there was no such thing as too big babe,” Sam said with a chuckle, “I just wanted to test that out.” “What?! Are you still growing?” Trevor asked. Sam felt the energy from the powder still coursing through him, growing him larger. He wondered how big he would get, and it drove him wild, causing him to thrust into Trevor even harder. Sam flexed his cock, making Trevor cry out. He watched as his smaller boyfriend tried to pull himself off of his huge rod, but Sam grabbed his waist and pushed Trevor back until he was bottomed out. “Not just yet,” Sam said, “you told me to show you what this body can do, and that’s what I’m doing.” Trevor moaned loudly as he felt his hole stretching out so much, he thought it would rip. Unable to resist Sam’s grip, Trevor felt a mixture of fear and arousal as he experienced Sam's transformation. He felt the warm, muscular embrace of Sam encapsulate him entirely, the large man’s growing hands roaming freely across his small body. Their lovemaking turned fierce, as they rode the crest of a tidal wave of unstoppable lust. Without warning, Sam grabbed Trevor under his arms, and pulled him back against his chest, lifting him off the bed. Trevor was held up in the air, with Sam’s massive pole still inside him. Sam adjusted his grip, wrapping his arms under Trevor’s legs, noticing his biceps were bigger than Trevor’s quads and still growing. Sam gritted his teeth, savoring the feeling of having Trevor impaled on his cock. The way Trevor's body reacted to him sent a wave of satisfaction coursing through his veins. Sam, feeling his lust reaching fever pitch, pounded Trevor’s hole with unyielding force. Trevor, lost in the ecstasy of what he was experiencing, was unable to resist. Sam started lifting Trevor up and down on his cock, using him as a human fleshlight, basking in the sensation that Trevor’s tight insides were giving him. Trevor started squirming, trying to get off the ever-thickening pole that was stretching him to his limit. Sam wrapped his arms around Trevor’s chest, pinning him against his massive pecs. Trevor was hopeless to fight against the brawn that held him in place, being fucked by the biggest dick in the world. Sam was lost in the feeling of being so much bigger than his minuscule partner. He barely felt Trevor’s bodyweight on his dick, and his muscles didn’t even register Trevor’s weak attempts to break free. Trevor finally gave in and started worshiping the huge muscles hugging him, licking and nuzzling Sam’s swollen biceps and thick forearms. Sam felt himself getting closer and closer to orgasm and decided to give Trevor a view of what he had become before he exploded. He quickly pulled Trevor off his meat, the fat head of his dick releasing from the tight hole with a wet pop. He threw Trevor onto the bed, turning him over so he was lying on his back. Trevor looked up at the muscle god in front of him for the first time since the second dose and his mouth fell open. It was clear that Sam's body had not stopped growing; His muscles rippled and bulged with each movement, causing Trevor to shiver with anticipation. "Fuck, Sam," Trevor groaned, his voice hoarse from earlier exertion. "You're so huge." Sam had grown immensely; he was close to 7’ tall and had to weigh over 500lbs of pure muscle. Everything about him was enormous, the bulging muscle fighting for space on his large frame. Sam flexed his biceps, causing them to swell, the peaks almost grazing his fists. He did a most muscular pose, his entire body seemed to swell larger. The lust he felt was making his dick throb and smack his chest. The hard obelisk of a cock sticking out from his groin was at least 14” long and as thick as Trevor’s forearm. Pre was pouring out of the slit, glistening down the shaft, dripping onto Trevor. Trevor gulped thinking about having this monster inside him again. Sam looked down at him with a glint in his eye, any reservations about being gentle lost in the pleasure he was feeling from overpowering his tiny lover. “Am I big enough yet?” He asked while positioning the head of his cock at Trevor’s hole. “Please,” Trevor begged. “I don’t think I can take your cock, it’s too huge. It’ll tear me in half.” Sam just chuckled. “You’re going to take all of it,” he said as his big paw grasped Trevor’s dick. “You said there was no such thing as too big, and your hard dick tells me you’re loving this.” Trevor’s eyes went wide as Sam pushed past his weak resistance and started filling him up with all 14” of cock. Sam slowly but unrelentingly continued pushing inch after inch of his thick pipe into the battered hole. Trevor’s mind was flooded with images of Sam's towering figure, his muscles swelling with power and determination. Each stroke, each thrust of Sam's enormous cock, brought new levels of pleasure that he hadn't known existed. As Trevor’s body adapted to the sensations, he took in every detail of Sam's incredible physique. Sam's eyes held a fierce intensity, his gaze fixated on Trevor as he rode the waves of pleasure. Trevor was awestruck by the sheer size of Sam's muscles, his body stretched impossibly wide as he continued to grow. Every touch of Sam's fingers, every brush of his muscles on Trevor's skin was electrifying, leaving him wanting more. As Sam's size increased, his weight began to strain the bed frame, making it clear that it wouldn't be able to contain his growth much longer. However, neither of them cared, as they were consumed by the raw, animalistic lust that filled the room. Sam leaned down and put his hand on Trevor’s chest, pinning him in place and started thrusting hard into him. He was so horny thinking about how much bigger he was, his large hand covering Trevor’s entire chest. He was in complete control of Trevor, using him for his own needs and didn’t care about anything else. Trevor, meanwhile, was experiencing a mixture of pain and ecstasy. He had never felt so full and the constant barrage on his prostate was driving him wild. At the same time, the pain from being stretched out and the long pole hammering his organs made him worried that he would be injured before the muscle beast was done with him. "Fuck me harder, Sam," Trevor pleaded, his voice cracking with desperation. "Show me what you can do." Sam growled low in his throat, his face contorted with raw sexuality. "Fuck, Trevor. I want you to take everything I can give you." Trevor nodded eagerly, his own eyes glazed over with lust. "Yes, Sam. Take me, fill me. You're so big, your cock is so thick..." Sam's eyes darkened with a mix of desire and possessiveness, and without hesitation, he obliged. Sam's hand reached between them, grasping Trevor's hard cock, pumping it in sync with his own thrusts. Trevor cried out; the sensation too intense to bear alone. He had never seen Sam act like this, he was being much more aggressive than Trevor had ever experienced and it drove him wild. Trevor moaned, arching his back, his hips pushing forward as his orgasm built, fueled by the intensity of Sam's power. The sensation of being taken by someone so impossibly large, so utterly dominant, was exhilarating. Trevor reached for Sam's huge biceps, pulling himself closer to the mountain of masculinity above him. As he did so, Sam's muscles hardened and flexed beneath his fingers, the power he radiated palpable. Soon Trevor could feel the warm feeling of an impending orgasm building in his dick. Sam was also close again, his thrusts becoming faster and more erratic. The feeling of his cock lodged deep inside Trevor was unlike anything he had ever experienced before. It wasn't just the physical sensation; it was knowing that this man was his, completely under his control. "Cum for me, Trevor," Sam urged, his deep voice echoing around the room. "Let go and let me take you all the way." Trevor, unable to contain himself any longer, allowed his body to succumb to the relentless pressure of Sam's giant cock. The sheer size of Sam engulfed him completely, leaving no part of him untouched. Trevor felt his breath hitch, his body tensing as he began to lose control. He arched his back, his eyes rolling back in his head as he released a loud, drawn-out moan. The muscles in his abdomen contracted violently, making his body tremble with the force of his impending climax. Sam, driven by the intensity of Trevor's response, pushed further into him. His massive hands wrapped around Trevor's thighs, anchoring him as he increased the pace, the rhythm of their bodies colliding in perfect syncopation. Sam felt his cock swell inside Trevor’s tight hole and with a roar he started emptying his load into Trevor. Sam had never felt anything so amazing and continued spraying load after load into the small bottom. Trevor, already feeling stuffed with the huge cock inside him, and now the building pressure of Sam’s giant load, started cumming without even touching his dick. His 6” cock was shooting out more than he ever had, but it was nothing compared to the feelings of pressure from the load being pumped inside him. Trevor’s brain was being overloaded with sensations that felt like they would never stop, and he lost consciousness. Sam continued unloading into Trevor, his orgasm feeling like it was never going to end. Finally, Sam’s orgasm subsided, and he looked down at Trevor, seeing he had passed out. He picked up Trevor’s small unconscious body, still on his dick, and collapsed back onto the bed. After their wild, passionate encounter, Trevor lay sprawled across Sam's impossibly broad chest, their combined scents mingling in the air. Sam watched Trevor resting peacefully until he felt sleepy, his eyelids drooping. Sam drifted off into a deep sleep, exhausted from their marathon session. --- Trevor woke up first a few hours later, realizing he was lying on his giant boyfriend, the heat from Sam’s body keeping him warm. He was groggy, and felt a huge pressure in his belly, and his hole still being stretched out. He realized Sam was still inside him. He wiggled around and managed to pull himself off the sleeping giant’s still hard rod. He looked down and surveyed his overgrown partner. Sam’s body was packed with muscle, his arms and chest fighting for space while his head was lifted off the bed due to the size of his back and neck muscles. His legs were giant tree trunks that were so large his giant bull balls and cock were pushed up and sat on top of the veiny quads. His calf muscles were bigger around than Trevor’s thighs now and looked like they were competing with Sam’s quads to swallow his knees. Trevor’s dick started getting hard just thinking about the huge man fucking him again and getting to touch and worship his muscles. Then he realized that Sam was so big that he could injure Trevor without even realizing it. Trevor left the sleeping hulk and went to the kitchen to look for whatever Sam had taken to grow this size. He needed to get a little bigger so he could survive another round with the muscle god. Looking around he spotted the tub of powder and grabbed it. ‘Mega Muscle Boost’ the label read, this had to be what Sam used. Opening the tub, Trevor grabbed the small scoop and put 2 scoops in a glass and filled it with water. After mixing it up, he drank down the liquid. There was barely any taste to it all. Thinking to himself that it must not be very strong. Knowing he wanted to get big enough that Sam’s size was easier to take so he could survive and enjoy getting fucked, he added 2 more scoops to the glass and drank it quickly. He waited a few minutes and started to feel warm. Looking down he saw his muscles starting to grow and his hard dick was slowly lengthening. He smiled to himself and went back to the bedroom. Sam was still passed out but had rolled over onto his stomach. His mountainous ass was pushed into the air by his hard dick being pinned underneath him. The firm cheeks were almost calling to Trevor. I’ll give him a nice wake up surprise, he thought to himself. Trevor climbed up onto the bed and positioned his small but growing cock on the huge man’s crack. Using the pre his dick was drooling to slick up the meaty slabs, he pushed his dick in between them. He soon felt the tip of his dick touch Sam’s surprisingly tight hole just before his groin hit Sam’s glutes. Looking down Trevor realized Sam’s ass was so thick that his growing cock couldn’t even penetrate him yet. He tried spreading the cheeks apart to get further in, but they were too firm even though Sam was still asleep and fully relaxed. Trevor realized he would just have to make his dick bigger. The warm feeling from the powder was still there, but he wasn’t sure if it was wearing off or not. He had packed on about 50 lbs. of muscle and a couple inches on his cock, but it wasn’t enough. He ran back to the kitchen and added 4 more scoops of powder to his glass of water and drank it. Walking back to the bedroom, he started feeling the warmth in his body increasing. Getting back into position to fuck Sam, he saw that his dick was already bigger, closer to 9”. He grasped the thick shaft and plunged it back down into Sam’s ass. Even just being sandwiched between the hard cheeks was exhilarating and the pleasure radiating from Trevor’s dick drove him wild. He reached Sam’s hole and happily saw he still had 2 or 3 inches to spare. He pushed into the tight ring and with a bit of force got his thickening head all the way in. Sam, still asleep, moaned and shifted his weight a little. His body was reacting to the pleasure his ass was experiencing. Trevor stayed still until Sam settled back and stopped moving. He wanted his lover to be surprised about his growth when he finally woke up. Trevor slowly bucked his hips, sliding in and out of Sam, the sensations making him moan softly and he closed his eyes. He was engrossed in the feeling of his thick meat being enveloped in Sam’s bulging body, and he just continued his steady rhythm. His eyes still closed; he focused on the different feelings he was experiencing. The warmth and tightness of the hole he was invading, the heat radiating off his body fueling his growth, the power of his bulging muscles growing as he ran his hands over his own torso as he continued his sensual fucking. He lost all sense of time, just enjoying the pleasure, until he was interrupted by something bumping into his head. He snapped his eyes open and looked up at what had hit him. It took a second to realize it was the ceiling of the bedroom. Looking down, he realized he had grown enormously. His body was bulging with thick muscles everywhere. He flexed his arm and a bicep the size of a large watermelon hardened into a massive peak; a vein thicker than a pen running along its length. Looking down, his massive pecs stuck out so much they blocked his view of his torso or legs. He leaned forwards and saw his cock, now thicker than a 2-liter bottle, still impaled in his boyfriend. Sam, somehow still asleep, looked small compared to the giant Trevor had become. Uh oh, Trevor thought, I may have overdone it a bit. He still felt the heat from the powder coursing through his body, his muscles continuing to expand, and he was having to crane his neck a bit to keep his head from hitting the ceiling. He wasn’t sure how big he was going to get. Might as well get Sam awake and give him a taste of his own medicine, he thought, pushing aside his uncertainty. He grabbed Sam’s waist and started aggressively pumping his huge rod into him. Sam finally started to stir, coming out of his slumber moaning in pleasure. He looked behind him and saw a massively overgrown Trevor pumping into him. “What the hell happened while I was asleep?” he asked with shock. “I found your stash, “ Trevor said with a smile, “and thought I’d take a turn.” He grabbed Sam’s shoulders and flipped him around onto his back, keeping him impaled on his thick shaft. Sam looked up and took in the sight before him. Trevor had grown so large that he had to bend down so his head didn’t hit the ceiling. Trevor’s body seemed to fill the room entirely, his colossal physique engulfing Sam like a force of nature. His powerful thrusts echoed through the room, the bed quaking beneath their combined weight. Sam glanced down at the cock pounding his insides and gasped, it was more than twice as thick as his own impressive tool. How am I even taking this giant thing, he wondered watching his stomach bulge with every thrust. He realized he could feel the fat head of it in his chest, it felt like it was hitting his rib cage. “How fucking big are you?” he asked Trevor. “No idea,” Trevor confessed, running his hands over his newly sculpted torso. “I grew while I was inside you. I think I’m still growing.” “How much of the powder did you take?” Sam asked, barely able to think, his mind consumed by pleasure. “I started with 4 scoops, it seemed kind of weak tasting and I wasn’t sure how much you had taken. So I took another 4 because it didn’t seem to do very much.” Trevor moaned, not stopping his rhythmic pounding. “I haven’t stopped growing and I still feel really hot.” “I only had 3 scoops total!” Sam exclaimed; “I have no idea how big you’re going to get!” “We’re going to find out soon enough,” Trevor said. “You need to pull out!”, Sam yelled, “I don’t know how big you are, but it feels like your cock is in my chest.” Trevor paused his pounding, and started to pull out, mostly because he was curious to see how big he was. He watched as inch after inch of thick veiny cock slid out of Sam’s hole. Finally with a bit of resistance, the fat swollen head popped out. Trevor’s hard cock swung up with a thwack and hit his chest. Even at his height, it reached past his abs almost to his chest. “Holy shit,” Sam said, “how was that whole thing inside me.” Trevor pushed it down and laid it on Sam’s torso, it reached past Sam’s nipples. “That thing must be close to three feet!” Sam exclaimed, “you’re not putting that back inside me.” He started to get up, but Trevor grabbed him and pushed him back down. “I was YOUR fuck toy earlier, and took a pounding from your fat cock, now it’s your turn.” Trevor slicked his cock up with the pre that had pooled on Sam’s stomach and pushed into Sam’s tensed ass. The muscles that before were too hard to move now easily were parted by Trevor’s rock-hard dick. He felt Sam’s hole tighten, trying to defend against the invading force of his thick head, but he pushed through it with little effort. Sam’s eyes went wide, and he gasped at the feelings of pain, pleasure, and the fullness of Trevor’s cock pushing past his hole. Quickly Sam’s prostate was smashed by the thick rod, causing waves of pleasure. Trevor continued his advance until a little over half of his cock was inside his lover. Then he grabbed Sam by the waist and lifted him up, pushing him into his chest. He turned around and sat down on the bed, so he was able to straighten up and not hit the ceiling. The weight of Sam’s body felt like nothing to Trevor as he pumped his boyfriend up and down his massive pole. Trevor's cock, now a colossal entity, slid in and out of Sam's ass with incredible force. Their hips smacked together, echoing throughout the room. Sam couldn’t do anything besides kiss and grope the massive chest in front of him. He feared how aggressive Trevor was being, but it also turned him on. He was used to being the bigger partner, and feeling small and being used was really pushing his buttons. “It’s too big,“ Sam grunted in-between moans of pleasure, “I can’t take much more, stop please.” Trevor paused his thrusting and with a glint in his eye said, “Okay I’ll stop.” He let go of Sam but didn’t pull him off his dick. Trevor smirked as gravity forced Sam to slide lower onto his cock. Sam bottomed out on the massive rod, making both men moan loudly from the intense feelings. Sam felt like Trevor’s dick was going to come out of his throat if it got much bigger. He was huge! Overpoweringly masculine. Sam gazed up at him, his eyes filled with lust and desire. Trevor's body was covered in a fine layer of sweat from their exertion, giving his skin a subtle sheen that accentuated his muscular definition. He was absolutely stunning. Trevor was feeling the heat of Sam’s body enveloping his entire shaft and it drove him crazy. Trevor looked down and saw that Sam seemed even smaller, he was still growing. Based on Sam’s size compared to his, Trevor was close to 12’ now, and had to be way over 1000lbs of muscle, maybe closer to 1500lbs. The thought of being so much larger than his formerly tall boyfriend made him even hornier. Trevor couldn't believe how much pleasure he derived from dominating Sam, the feeling of his powerful body pushing into Sam's ass made him hornier than ever. He wrapped his huge hands around Sam’s waist and stated pumping him up and down his dick, using him as a sex toy, not caring what Sam was experiencing, just focused on getting himself off. Trevor's balls tightened, drawing him closer to his release. He held onto Sam's hips, refusing to let go. Every thrust brought him closer to the edge, his body aching with desire. Trevor's eyes glinted with excitement, his breath coming in rapid bursts as his orgasm approached. His anticipation building as the sensations of Sam's tight insides gripping him pushed him closer to the edge. "Fuck!" Sam gasped; the sensation of Trevor's enormous cock still buried deep inside him made his head spin. He marveled at the strength that Trevor possessed, his once fit body transformed into a hulking figure of pure power. The feeling of being submissive to his once smaller lover only heightened the rush of adrenaline coursing through his veins. "Oh fuck, Trevor," Sam groaned, his head thrown back. "Please, don't stop." Without breaking the rhythm, Trevor whispered into Sam's ear, "You know I won't." Sam trembled with anticipation, his mind consumed by the prospect of Trevor taking him in every way imaginable. As Trevor thrust into him with increased intensity, Sam threw his head back in ecstasy. Having his prostate hammered and feeling like he was being fucked by a tree was too much, Sam started cumming uncontrollably, his big cock spewing load after load, covering them both in his hot cum. Trevor continued thrusting, feeling himself get closer and closer, his dick feeling tighter and tighter inside Sam. He reached down to grab Sam's spewing cock, squeezing it gently in his palm, before slipping his thick fingers around it. Sam cried out, overcome by the feelings flooding his body. Trevor's powerful touch was like an electric current, sending waves of arousal through Sam's core. Trevor's own climax was approaching, and he could feel his muscles tensing as he neared his peak. With one final, forceful thrust, Trevor roared, his body shuddering with the release of his own cum. Sam was still in the midst of his own orgasm, but he felt Trevor’s dick swell in him. Sam gasped, feeling the explosion of Trevor's seed deep inside him. The intensity of the sensation caused him to cry out, his eyes rolling back into his head. Trevor gripped Sam tightly, the sensation of his orgasm overwhelming him. He was using the smaller man as a condom, stretched over his huge dick, Sam was being filled to the brim with the giant's hot load. The forceful release was almost too much for the smaller man to bear, his body shaking violently under the impact. Sam felt like he was being split open, his insides clenching and throbbing in response to the unbelievable sensation. Their hearts raced, and adrenaline coursed through their veins. Both men were wrapped up in the pleasure from their never-ending orgasms, just moaning and grunting. Finally, after what felt like eternity, the intense pleasure ended. Trevor sat there panting, finally feeling the warmth from the powder subside, basking in the afterglow of the best orgasm he had ever experienced. Sam had a glazed look in his eyes, still not fully recovered from the mind shattering session. Trevor slowly pulled Sam up off his still sensitive cock, a cascade of hot cum flowing out of Sam. Trevor put Sam back on the ground, Sam shakily stood up and saw that he barely came up to Trevor’s chest even though Trevor was still sitting on the bed. Trevor leaned down and kissed Sam, feeling the size difference of their lips. Sam reached down and grabbed Trevor’s still hard cock, making him groan with pleasure. “I can’t believe this whole thing fit in me,” he said with a smile. “Are you okay for another round?” Trevor asked, feeling his balls still churning with cum. “Yeah,” Sam said, licking a glob of cum off Trevor’s dick making the giant shudder with pleasure, “but I want another go at your ass first.” “Well, I guess I’ll let you have a go then, because I’m nice,” Trevor said with a smirk, bending over on the bed. Sam got up behind him, and pointed his dick towards Trevor’s hole, “I could always take more powder,” pushing his hard dick into the large ass, “then you wouldn’t have a choice.” Trevor moaned and closed his eyes at the thought of his muscled lover growing even larger than him again. We might have to get a bigger place if we keep this up, he thought, enjoying the feeling of Sam’s cock pounding his hole as they started round two...

Here's another adventure of The Erotic Occultist. It's an idea that's been brewing for a while and I thought I would pound it out while I'm working on the last few parts of Food of the Gods. Hope you enjoy! PART ONE Tim waited in the virtual waiting room for the Zoom call to start. He admitted to himself that he was nervous and excited… well… nervous… excited… and slightly scared. He had been at the gym that morning when the email arrived, letting him know that his request for a meeting had been accepted. As soon as he read the text, his cock was hard. He tried to go back to lifting, but his mind was no longer on it. Sitting on the bench, he opened the email again and checked again the time the meeting would take place. He even tested the Zoom link to make sure that it was real. The link went directly to Zoom, but having used Zoom all through the pandemic, Tim knew that anyone could set up a Zoom call. It didn’t necessarily mean that it was really The Erotic Occultist reaching out to him. It had been eight months since he had written his first email asking the mysterious YouTuber if they could talk. Tim had come upon the muscle growth subliminal videos in his feed, and at first he didn’t even bother to listen to them since he wasn’t into that sort of stuff. Then, he hit a frustrating tableau in his quest for muscle. It seemed that no matter what he did, his stats and personal bests remained the same. When a month went by and everything was still exactly the same, he became desperate. He tried natural testosterone boosters, he hired a new trainer, he changed the way he worked out, but he still remained at 6’1 and 196 lbs of tight muscle. Then he tried steroids. Tim’s first cycle went well, and he found himself not only going up in weight and size but in his lifts as well. Strutting around the house and flexing for himself, he loved how his new muscle mass felt when he was both naked and clothed. When he hit 209 at the end of his cycle, he celebrated by going online and finding a twink to worship his muscles as he flexed. He was on top of the world. That is, until less than a week later, he watched as his gains slowly began to disappear. Each day he weighed himself, he was less and less. His mass crept away, and all of his clothes, including his underwear, felt baggy. He also began having trouble getting his cock up, which was something he never had an issue with before, and the hair on top of his head had begun to thin. A month after his first cycle, Tim was 6’1 and 196 lbs again. Tim looked in the mirror and hated what he saw. He wanted serious size. He wanted serious mass. He wanted people to look at him in awe when he walked into a room. He yearned for people to fear him when they saw him walking down the street at night. He craved to feel what it was like to find it nearly impossible to buy clothes off of the rack. He needed his body to match what he knew he really was inside. When he closed his eyes, Tim saw himself as a hulking mass of flexing muscle unlike any that had lived before. Bigger than any bodybuilder. Much bigger. Lying in bed, unable to sleep, Tim began scrolling first through CNN… then through Facebook… then through Instagram… and then finally in a fit of boredom, he landed on YouTube. At the top of his feed was the all too familiar muscle growth subliminal video he had been seeing for the past month and a half. Willing to give anything a try, he pressed play. Listening to the deep, masculine voice speak had Tim instantly hard, and as the video progressed, he found himself having one of the most intense orgasms he had ever had, and he hadn’t even touched himself!! Not even bothering to clean himself up, Tim fell asleep while the video continued. The next day was Tim’s best at the gym in weeks. He found himself lifting far beyond what he had been able to a few days prior, and when his hour and a half session at the gym was complete, he was shocked by how swollen his muscles looked in the mirror. Standing on the scale, he watched as the dial went up, eventually stopping at 199. 199! 199!! He was 199! He had gained 3 lbs of muscle after one workout! At first he wanted to take all of the credit for his gains, how he had pushed himself harder than he ever had before, but as soon as he saw the video again at the top of his YouTube feed, he knew that he had definitely gotten some supernatural help. Tim didn’t care if it was all in his mind, the placebo effect, or the Devil himself helping him. All he knew was that he had gained 3 lbs after one workout, and he was determined that there would be more where that came from. He listened to it again that night… and the night after… and the next. He listened to it at work. He listened to it on the tube, he let it play in the background no matter what he was doing. And soon, the gains began to pile on. Within 7 weeks, Tim stood even larger than he had after his first cycle. Much larger. He was now 245. He was still 6’1, but his stats were staggering! He had a 31 waist, 32” quads, a 55” chest, and 24” arms. He still continued listening to the video every chance that he could, but soon, Tim plateaued again, and no matter what he would do, he could never rise above 245. Even on another cycle, his weight and muscle stayed astonishingly the same. It was unbelievable. That night, he hunted down the email for The Erotic Occultist and wrote to him. He was desperate to be bigger. He craved it. It was a physical need that was eating him up inside. It was the third email that was eventually answered and had him sitting in the virtual waiting room at 11 am that day. He had called in sick to work, something he rarely did, but he didn’t care if he was missing an important meeting. If he could get everything that he wanted from The Erotic Occultist, he didn’t care about work. HIs body and muscles would be his work from now on!! He’d probably quit… maybe become a professional bodybuilder or make crazy money on Only Fans! What happened next was totally in The Erotic Occultist’s hands. Tim sat forward as the screen of his laptop changed. Suddenly he was no longer in the waiting room and on screen sat before him a fairly unassuming looking man. To Tim, The Erotic Occultist looked to be about 48 years old, was maybe 5’6 or 5’7, had an obvious slim frame beneath his buttoned up shirt, thinning blonde hair, and glasses which partially hid piercing blue eyes. Tim didn’t know what he was expecting, maybe some sexy, powerful figure, but he hoped the disappointment didn’t show on his face. This was The Erotic Occultist? This was the man with the deep, orgasm inducing voice behind the video? “62.” “I’m sorry?” “You guessed I was 48. I’m 62.” “62. Wow. I never would have guessed. You look great. Hope I look that great when I’m 62.” Slow down, Tim. Take a breath. “Moisturizer.” “What?” “Moisturizer. It’s the only way to keep your skin looking young without surgery. That and sun block. And some peptides. What kind of moisturizer do you use?” “Um… I don't know. I think… Kiehls.” “Kiehls? Not bad.” “Yeah.” “So… tell me… why summon me? Five times no less.” “You received my email?” “I did. Each one. But… why don't you tell me again.” “I love your video. I watch and listen to it all the time. I know I’m the size I am right now because of it.” “So you said in your emails. But… each time you wrote… I could sense that there was more. Some… deep desire hidden behind the words. Why don’t you share with me exactly what that desire is.” The room Tim sat in seemed to grow warmer. Grabbing the glass of water that sat next to his laptop, he took a sip. Just speak, Tim. Just tell him exactly what you want. An image exploded in his mind, but he quickly buried it down from the depths it had sprung up from. “I… I love the size I am. I really do. It suits me. Lots of guys would kill to be this size. It’s just…”. His cock was hard. Why was his cock hard? Why the fuck was his apartment so hot? “Say it.” The Erotic Occultist’s eyes seemed to gleam in the light. Tim looked deep within them and felt himself fall. “I want to be big.” “That’s it, Tim. Let it all flow.” Fuck he was hard!!! “Not just big. Huge. I don’t think I can fully tell you how huge I want to be.” “Tell me everything. I want to hear even the minutest detail.” His cock was leaking. The room was sweltering. His head was spinning. “I… Humongous. That’s the right word. Titanic. That’s an even better one, I… I fucking hate hitting plateaus. I want size… but no more fucking limits.” “Say it again. This time with some balls behind it.” “I want size but with absolutely no limits.” “Yes, Tim! Yes!! That wasn’t so hard now, was it?” “No… I… I’ve just never said it out loud before.” He rubbed his crotch with his hand, massaging the jeans covered shaft. “It feels good… doesn’t it… saying exactly what you want? Most people are afraid to do it… to claim what they feel is rightfully theirs. You can have anything you want if you just ask for it. The universe barely ever says no. Look at Taylor Swift.” “You helped Taylor Swift?” “Do you see the universe telling Taylor Swift no?” “I guess I don’t.” “No. You don’t. Tell me again what you want. I love hearing you say it. I love hearing the passion in your voice.” “Limitless growth. Limitless size. Limitless power.” “There it is. I knew there was more.” “I want to be immense. Ridiculously immense. Like… People would think I was crazy when they see me.” “And with that size comes… what?” “Comes… I don’t know… ummm…” “Do you remember Behemoth B?” “I don't think so. Should I?” “No. You shouldn’t. He was some of my greatest work, but my supervisors didn’t approve. They said I had put my needs above what he truly desired..” “You have supervisors?” “Everyone has supervisors. What they didn’t see was that I grew him to the size I knew he truly wanted. Deep down… he craved the size he got! Sure, it wasn’t the size he asked for… but I know… if he hadn’t been afraid to just admit it… So, my supervisors decided to jettison him.” “They killed him?” “No. He’s still around. He’ll be around forever… just… in a different place and time. I visit him every once in a while. Damn, he’s happy. You would love Ben. You two have a lot in common.” “Oh yeah?” “Your quest for size… you both share that need. Anyway. You can see why I need for you to spell it all out for me. Can’t make upper management mad. Need to dot all of the i’s and cross all of the t’s.…” “I bet.” “So… what does you size come with?” “I guess it comes with…” Tim stared deep into The Erotic Occultist's eyes once again, and he swore that he saw them start to dance… spin… Taking his hand, he slowly began to rub his right pec… toy with the nipple. “Respect. It… it comes with… respect. And awe.” “What else? Say it!” Tim’s cock jumped as he pinched his nipple tight. “It comes with fear. Lots of fear. Mostly fear. I want the world to fear me and my size.” Tim couldn’t stop himself. He was surprised by what he was admitting, but it felt so incredible to say it out loud. Of course he had thought these things. Who hadn’t? But, he never would have admitted them to someone he didn’t know. But, The Erotic Occultist wanted to help him. Didn’t he?” “Fear. Yes. What a beautiful word. So much energy comes from people’s fear. It’s like… currency to someone like me.” Tim’s skin was so hot now… nearly burning. He pulled his shirt over his head and threw it on the floor. He sat there, in front of his computer, panting and sweating and hornier than he ever remembered being. “Beautiful. Just beautiful. That’s an epic chest you have there, Tim… but I see why you contacted me. Why limit yourself. Why not grow to what you were truly meant to be.” “Yeah. Thanks. Exactly. No more plateaus. Just… growth. Limitless growth.” “I imagine you want a huge cock and balls too? Right?” Tim laughed. “Well… if you’re offering….” “Of course. Everyone always wants a huge cock. Hyper masculine?” “Oh yeah.” Tim unbuttoned his jeans and shoved his hand into his briefs. “I knew you were one of those! Super hyper masculine… massive cock and balls… and the immense size that the world will… What was that word? Ah yes… My favorite word. Fear.” “Fear. Yeah. Fear. The world… it will fear the sight of me!! I’m just… too huge!” Tim needed to cum. He desperately needed to cum. “How much is it worth?” “How much?” “Yeah. How much are you going to give me to make it happen?” Tim hadn’t thought about payment. “I… I don’t know. My… soul?” The Erotic Occultist let out a long and deep laugh. “Too cliché.” “What does something like what I want go for?” “It always varies. How much do you have right now in your checking account?” “Exactly? I don’t know.” “Check. You have your phone there. Stop playing with yourself for a minute and check.” Tim picked up his phone and clicked on the bank’s icon. Soon, after the system analysed his face, he was in his account. “I have… 328,363 dollars.” “That sounds good. I’ll take that.” “All of it?” “All of it. But… to be fair… the money wont be removed from your account until after what you’ve requested is fulfilled. How does that sound?” 328,363 was all he had in his checking account… but he did have a savings account with much more in it. If he got what he wanted… it would definitely be worth every penny. “Sure. That’s fair.” “So… I can have 328,363 after your request is fulfilled?” “Yeah. Let’s do it.” “Amazing. Now… tell me again… what is it you want? Tell me it all.” The room grew quiet again. The Erotic Occultist looked deep into Tim’s eyes, and the words flowed out of him like water. “I want to be… I want to be immense. Gargantuan. I want my muscles to be so massive that they should each have their own zip codes!” “Yes!” Tim dropped his phone and grabbed his cock once again. “Every muscle on my body… they’re so beyond swollen that if I was studied… they’d find muscle growing on top of muscle growing on top of muscle! I’m a genetic freak!” Tim pumped his cock faster. “More!.” “Like my size… my strength is beyond words and comprehension. I mean… I bet I could lift cars with my pinkie… and even would be like lifting a piece of dust. I could… oh fuck… I could move mountains if I wanted to.” Pre was free flowing, coating his cock and running onto the floor. “More!!!.” “My cock… It’s just as insanely big and thick as I am. I mean… guys… they run from it, it's so huge. And my balls… I’m so virile I could impregnate the world with one orgasm.” “I need more!!!!” The Erotic Occultists eyes seemed to fill the screen and burrowed into Tim’s soul. “I’m so titanic that… honestly… no one should be that big… yet I am. I’m actually bigger! I’m a menace to society. I'm so huge! My strength… oh fuck… it destroys everything I touch! Nothing’s safe when I’m around. People fear even the thought of me!! I walk and the ground beneath me shakes. I walk… and people run! And the worst thing for all of them? I just… keep… growing!!!” “Say it, Tim!! Now!!” “No limits!!! I want to live my life with no limits!! I want to be a fucking monster!! I want to be so huge that I’m all there is!” “YES!!!” Tim's cock erupted, sending ropes of cum shooting onto the desk, the laptop, and onto the floor. Just when he thought he had released all of his load, more and more poured out until his balls began to ache. Tim felt like the orgasm went on and on forever, draining him of every ounce of cum he possessed, but still more flowed. He wanted to scream. He wanted to beg his cock to stop cumming, but he couldn’t find the words. Then, just when he couldn't take anymore, the orgasm faded, and Tim collapsed into his chair, exhausted. “It’s done, Tim. You’re all set to receive exactly what you asked for.” “It… Really?” Tim looked down at what seemed like a gallon of cum coating everything around him. “Oh yeah, Tim. And your down payment has already been made.” “It has?” “It has. But, don’t worry your pretty head about that. “When will my muscles start to grow?” “That, my friend, is all part of the fun. But don’t worry. Within the week… you won’t be living the boring life you live now. You’ll be something… extraordinary.” “When it happens… then I’ll pay you?” “Yep. When it happens, the money will be transferred to me.” “I’ll need your account information.” “No need. I’ll get it.” “Oh. Okay.” “One word of advice. Do everything that you can that you think you’re going to miss when you’re… gargantuan. Don’t worry. You’re going to love everything you receive… it just… as time passes… you’ll find that some of the simplest things are beyond your grasp.” “Oh. Okay. Right. I see what… FUCK!!” Tim’s chest felt like it was on fire. His pecs had never felt so sensitive. He looked down, and watched as both began to slowly flex, pump up, and then inflate. Soon… hit fat pecs were thickening… inflating… expanding. The weight of his pecs was extraordinary. Like flesh covered balloons… they just kept growing and growing. Soon, both muscular mounds slammed together and created an extremely tight crevice. “Oh my god!! This is incredible!” Tim’s nipples were soon forced to point down as his chest became more than super sized! When they did, the growth stopped. “Holy fuck!!” Tim’s eyes were wide as he looked down at the most massive and incredible set of pecs he had ever seen. Flexing them, the heavy masses jumped at his command. “You have a 73” chest now. How does that feel?” “Incredible.” “Don’t lie!” Tim grunted again as the wave of growth passed through his chest once again and he watched the mounds start to thicken again. He leaned back in his chair as his pecs continued to gain more and more incredible size. Looking down, all Tim could see was pecs! His chest was all pecs!! When he grabbed them with both hands, he groaned again. “Feels… so… good!!” Vince twisted his nipples and nearly came again. How was he ever going to find a shirt to cover these things?! Did he ever want to cover them?” Wait till the guys in the gym saw him!! “Enough!!!” The Erotic Occultist fell forward against the table he was sitting behind. Automatically, Tim’s chest stopped growing. “That's 83 inches now, Tim How does that feel?” “I… I have no words!!” “Just a taste Tim. Just a taste. You’re never going to see me again, Tim… but I’ll be watching you. Have fun. Make me proud.” The Zoom call ended. The room spun. Tim felt nauseous. He gagged several times and was afraid he was going to vomit. Then, just as quickly as it started, the wave of nausea faded. Looking over his pecs… Fuck! Looking over his pecs!! Tim saw that his computer was dark and looked like it wasn’t even on. Standing up, Tim saw that his jeans were still buttoned, containing his painfully hard cock. The mess he had made when he came, was gone. There was no sight that he had even orgasmed at all. He picked up his phone from the floor and looked at it. It was 11 am. No time had passed. He would have thought the conversation had all been a dream, but when he looked down… all he could see was the biggest set of pecs in the world. Tim shuddered as he massaged his pecs. He had made a deal with… he didn’t know what. The idea of that slightly scared him, but it also turned him on. He tried replaying the conversation in his head, but it all seemed hazy. He knew he had asked for size, that much he knew. And if his pecs were any example of what was to come… if what his body was going to be like when it grew to match his gargantuan pecs… Tim couldn’t wait!!

Ha! I'm a genius scientist, so I knew my experiment would be completed successfully, but I never expected it to be this perfectly beautiful. Chase's muscles, bones, stamina, metabolism, and even his genetic levels are all mine! Chase...My younger brother has everything I don't never have: giant muscles, handsome faces, tremendous power, superior alpha DNA! Just a high school student, he's already 7ft tall, a perfect muscular body, and even smart. It's made him one of the most famous star athletes in the area, including high school. He even won overwhelmingly in local bodybuilding this time. As an older brother, I've always been jealous and hate Chase. I was only 5ft tall, and my body was as thin as a branch. I was ugly and didn't get anyone's attention. Even from my parents. I wanted to be like Chase. But no matter how hard I worked out or tried to be recognized by people, I realized it was just an unachievable dream. That's why I decided to take Chase's muscles. There's only one thing that makes me better than Chase: intelligence. Even I had incredibly high intelligence. It's not surprising that I got interested in science and started researching the human body. At first, I worked on body swaps. Yeah, I wanted to be like Chase. But unfortunately, even with my high intelligence, I couldn't find a way, and I just found out that body swap are absolutely impossible. It's impossible to transfer a person's consciousness to another body in any case. So I set the direction of my research a little different. What if I transfer material, not consciousness? For example, what if I transfer Chase's massive muscles, thick bones, powerful stamina, high metabolism, superior genetic levels to my body and at the same time my small muscles, thin bones, weak stamina, low metabolism, inferior genetic levels to Chase's body? What if I and Chase had a one-on-one exchange of muscle-to-muscle, bone-to-bone? I've worked on it, and surprisingly found out it's possible. If it's the only problem, this one-on-one exchange has to happen in less than a nanosecond. That way, we can proceed absolutely safely. But I'm a genius scientist! It's very easy to solve that problem. Still, there was something disappointing. Another thing, this experiment did not promise a perfect body swap. Because our appearance will remain the same after the experiment. Still, there was one hope. Because our genetic levels are also swapped, my appearance will be the most idealized version of myself, while Chase's appearance will be the worst version of himself. Well, I'm very satisfied with just that. I immediately built two glass, cylindrical chamber-shaped machines in the basement. Then I tricked Chase into locking him in. And… yeah, my experiment succeeded. Can you believe that the biceps and bones in my arms are the ones that were in Chase's body just now? I mean, in cells and tissue units. I can feel it, the power and heat of it… in my massive chest, in my 10 pack abs, in my thighs and calves, even in my thick, long cock. Is this something Chase has always felt 24/7? And, yeah, not just the muscles and bones. I take Chase's stamina and metabolism. And Chase's superior genetic levels too. With this I can keep these muscles and bones very easily. It's fantastic. Plus, Best of all, as I expected, Chase's genetic levels gave me the best-looking, idealized version of myself. ..... Oh, don't you wonder where my original muscles and bones went, Chase? It's in your body now, of course. My small muscles, thin bones, weak stamina, low metabolism and inferior genetic levels… I don't need them anymore. I can't let them stay in my body and damage my perfection. So I dumped them all on your body. That's why I thought of a one-on-one exchange. Yes, Chase. From now on... I'm a heavyweight bodybuilder at 7ft and a college student. And you're now a 5ft skinny nerd high school student. I have finally become a real man! And you... Chase, you are nothing now.

Another old story of mine involving myth and ancient strongmen who battle Crime moments welcome especially if you want to see more of my work THE STRENGTH CHRONICLES

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Hero of Mordac
 Part I


 The oracle raised her eyes to the small glowing blue orb of clouds, which was suspended in the air above her whereupon she called out, "My Lord, your people in Gloth cry out for your deliverance from their evil Queen Lynya and her oppression. Will you not send Goliath to liberate them?"

 The orb began to rotate quickly and flashed brightly as it spoke to her slowly with a deep and commanding voice. "I, Mordac, have heard these pleas. Their liberation will come at a great sacrifice but the time is upon us. Summon Goliath here, for this task will fall to him and it will be his greatest challenge."

 "As you command, my Lord."

 Goliath upon receiving the message from the oracle quickly journeyed to her temple. It had been six years since the god Mordac, the First among the gods and Goliath's benefactor, had given him the gift of super strength to end injustice in the mortal world. He was before the gift a tall, solid framed but ordinary man. With the gift, he grew into a muscular figure; with a height of 6 foot one (186 cm), 220 lbs (102 kg) of muscle and power. His hairless chest was 51 inches (129 cm) and he had biceps of 19 inches (48 cm) and off his 30 inch (76 cm) waist were quads of 26 inches (66 cm). Mordac had chosen Goliath for his moral goodness and bravery and had made him his servant. Since the gift, Goliath had already performed many tasks for the supreme god, helping the armies of the weak overcome their oppressors and had traveled far. But he was weary from his last labour and had sought a rest. That rest was short lived.

 " Come Markus, come Estus, it is not much farther," Goliath shouted to his pupil and servant. Estus watched Goliath as he climbed the steep steps up to the oracle's temple. He was always in awe of him. Of his power. Of his strength. Of his physique. Of his masculine beauty. We watched his broad lats that grew widely out of his waist and as each foot of the giant hit the stone step, his gastroc and soleus flashed at him. But Estus knew all that beauty and power came at a price imposed by the god. He also knew his admiration and love of his mentor would never be returned.

As he reached the entryway, Goliath said "Estus come with me and you Markus wait here." Markus was a short and thin man, limited in mind and will, but always eager to help his two masters. He rarely complained about the carrying burdens placed on him in their long and dangerous journeys. However, he did not share in the full knowledge of Goliath's tasks and burdens nor his secrets. He wanted to join his friends inside the temple to see what they and learn what he learned of their new quest but he knew he had to obey. Yet he peered and tried to look inside from behind a bush at the entrance of the stone temple.

 Estus and Goliath entered the temple where the oracle was waiting for them. 
Without a greeting, she addressed them. "You face a most difficult challenge in Gloth against Queen Lynya and her henchmen," she said. "She is a sorceress and a follower of Lardac."

 Estus shuttered. Lardac, the most feared and hated god, was the female twin sister of Mordac who had overcome her to become the First among the Gods. Following that struggle, she had turned to doing great evil among the mortals to gain revenge on her brother and the world he protected. It was said that she was almost as powerful as her divine twin. While Estus and Goliath had faced many of the minor gods and their servants, not one was as powerful as Lardac.

 “You must go to Gloth and rally the rebels who oppose her for there is much fear in their hearts. But remember your oath, Goliath. And if you break your oath, your gift will pass." 

Goliath nodded as did Estus. He remembered the two promises he had to make to Mordac to receive the gift. "Fear not," he said to reassure the oracle, "I have kept my vow and have not fulfilled my lust for any woman that I desired.” "

Mordac knows of the strong lust that lies within your heart and he is pleased with you," said the Oracle. "You shall travel to Gloth for the Festival of Arkyll. During the festival, you will issue to the Queen the Gordarian Challenge. Go now to the home of Areleus outside of Gloth and prepare your plan!"

 Goliath bowed his head and he and Estus left the temple and joined Markus outside for their long journey to Gloth. "What is the Gordarian Challenge?" asked Estus. "During the festival, any man can challenge the rule of the Queen. Both sides pick a warrior to represent them in the arena for a fight. Whosever's warrior wins becomes the ruler of the kingdom. The custom was used in Gloth for centuries to avoid civil wars." Goliath explained. "It will save many lives if the Queen cooperates?."

 Queen Lynya and Yamin entered the Temple of Lardac to consult the High Priestess. The Queen was not a beautiful woman, shapely but plump yet with fair skin and long dark hair. Her servants worked hard to give her what beauty she had. She wore flowing robes of the finest silk and covered herself with jewelry bought from the spoils of her rule. Yamin, the Queen's personal bodyguard and commander of her security guards, accompanied her and was often acted in her stead. He was handsome with a physique that rivaled that of Goliath. She found him very attractive and often just gazed at his beauty with his curly dark hair and deep blue eyes with grapefruit-sized delts, his massive 50 inch (127 cm) chest with square pecs, and 18 inch (46 cm) biceps, down to his 29 inch (74 cm) waist, rock hard abs and huge quads, all rapped in his olive, hairless skin. He was known as the strongest man in her kingdom and he was cunning. It was said that he once pushed over a stone building to crush a rebellion in the marketplace against the Queen's rule.


 "I seek the help of Lord Lardac," said the Queen as she came upon the priestess.

 "Lord Lardac knows why you are here," said the priestess. "Your rule faces its greatest danger for Mordac has sent his servant Goliath to overthrow you."

The Queen knew what this danger meant and she beseeched the priestess. "I beg Lord Lardac to help me against this threat. What greater delight would Lord Lardac have than to see the servant of Mordac defeated? Will she not help me overcome him?"

 “Golaith is a powerful man and has the gift of strength from Mordac. And like all of Mordac's gifts to mortals, it comes with a vow for its use."

 “Tell me, what is this vow and how will this help me?" she begged.

 “Not even Lord Lardac knows, for Mordac shields this knowledge from her. However, that is what Lord Lardac says you must discover. You do not have much time for even now the rebels plan against you. You will face the Gordarian Challenge during the Festival of Arkyll."

 Realizing she would get no further with the priestess, the Queen returned to her chambers in the palace with Yamin. She pondered her next move. She spoke aloud, "If the knowledge is hidden from even Lardac, my sorcery will not reveal it from the Fates." Yasmin replied, "But Goliath must have this knowledge and perhaps one of his servants also knows and if we can get it from them, we will victorious," said Yamin. 

 Golaith and his men reached the home of Arellus and knocked on the door. His servant, Morus, let them in. "Welcome Goliath," said Arellus. "I heard that you were coming to help us, thank the Gods! With you at our side, I know now the people will rally and the Queen's rule will come to an end."

 “Let us hope so. Now we must plan," he replied.

 Golaith, Arellus and Estus made their plans to attack if the Queen did not surrender following Goliath's win in the Gordarian Challenge, while Morus served them food and drink. Later that night, Goliath said, "Ah our plans are now complete. I will go to the palace tomorrow to issue the challenge to the Queen."

 "You must be careful Goliath. Her warrior will be Yamin who is said to be the strongest man in Gloth. It will not be an easy fight," advised Arellus.

 ”Don't worry. No one has ever bested my strength. Golaith flexed his huge lean bicep to show its size to Arellus while the veins around it exploded. "You forget Mordac's power is within me."

 "I have no doubts my friend" as he padded Goliath on his ripped back. "Once your victory in the contest is complete, our forces will attack if the Queen does not go peacefully into exile. We will be hidden around the coliseum awaiting the result and will have a victory march to the palace upon your victory."

 As the men went to sleep, Morus slipped out of the house that night and headed toward the palace. At the Palace, Yamin listened to Morus and gave him 18 pieces of silver.

 To be continued THE STRENGTH CHRONICLES Hero of Mordac Part II The next day, Goliath, Estus and Markus entered the city. The city was crowded with visitors who came to celebrate the Festival of Arkyll. The men approached the palace gate. The gatekeeper recognized Goliath from just looking at the size of his build and let them in and said, "Our Queen is awaiting you Goliath. I shall take you to her." The men entered the throne room. The Queen sat on her throne at the end of the room with Yamin standing at her right side akimbo at her side with two bulging hairless tan pecs above them. He dropped his arms as Goliath approached. Estus gaped and could not believe the size of Yamin. He had never seen any man come close to Goliath in size or shape. His 17-inch (43 cm) gastrocs poked out from behind his lower legs, his quads were large, lean and hung down like he had a second knee cap. His six pack abs were large and cut. His forearms showed all his vascularity and his triceps and lats hung wide. He had 25-inch (63 cm) shoulders with bulging delts and an 18 inch (46 cm) thick neck. His eyes traveled up to Yamin's deep blue eyes. Yamin's cold eyes caught Estus's staring at him. Estus's heart leaped and his eyes jumped away from Yamin's piercing glare. Yamin smirked and understood. "Goliath" said the Queen. "We heard of your pending visit and we welcome you to Gloth for the Festival of Arkyll." "Then you know I am here not to celebrate, your Majesty, but to present the Gordorian Challenge to you. Your rule has been cruel and it must come to an end." "Hubris does not become you, Goliath. If this were not the Festival of Arkyll, I would have my guards cut you down as you stand before me. But I am bound by the rules of the Gods and I accept your challenge. Who is your sponsor Goliath or do you plan to rule my kingdom yourself if you win?" "My sponsor is Arellus, former head of the Senate. Name your challenger." "Yes, Arellus. I should have known. Remind me to have him killed when this is over. Well, my challenger shall be Yamin who stands here at my side. You will find him a formidable opponent." Goliath eyed Yamin who tightened his muscles and flared his lats to show off his size. Goliath was unfazed. "As is the custom, you and your friends shall stay here tonight. As you know no harm will come to you and your Sponsor for we respect the rules of the challenge. You will attend a dinner in your honor tonight but without your man-servants." "So be it," said Goliath and the guards showed Goliath and his two companions their separate palace rooms. After Goliath left his room for evening banquet, guards came to the room of Estus. Estus let them in expecting supper. There at the door was instead stood the husky muscled Captain of the Guard, Axus, and his men. "Come with me, Estus." "Come where?" asked Estus. "You will see?" replied the captain as he turned around to leave. "I am not going anywhere with you," snapped Estus. The captain swung around and landed his fist across Estus's jaw knocking him out. Estus was a well developed man of about 5 foot 10 inches (178 cm) in height and 180 lbs (82 kg). He was broad shouldered and lean and muscular like an athlete. But the punch surprised him and the guards carried him to the dungeon where his limbs were hung from chains. The captain threw water in Estus's face to awaken him. Estus stared at his captor. "Let me go," he said. "This is a violation of the rules!" "Well, not quite," said the captain. You see the rules only protect the warrior and the sponsor, not any of their friends." Estus's eyes narrowed in anger. "Now Estus, we know that there is a vow Goliath gave to Mordac and we need to tell it to us." Estus's eyes widened with surprise, then he realized he needed to control his expressions. "What are you talking about”! I know of no such vow. Just wait till your Yamin meets Goliath in the arena tomorrow. He will be crushed." "Ha!" laughed the captain. "If you don't cooperate with us, that man over there is going to make you cooperate." In the corner of the cell was a large, fat, hairy bear-chested man carrying a hot glowing steel rod. "I will never tell you anything because there is nothing to tell," said Estus. In his mind he knew he would not betray the man he loved. His torturer approached. At the banquet, the food platters were immense and numerous. Wine flowed freely to the guests. Goliath was hungry but regretted that he did not insist that Estus and Markus be able to attend. Yamin did not eat with the guests. He stood by watching Goliath's every move and pondering. He scanned Goliath's physique to compare it to his own. He admired how Goliath's biceps moved so smoothly and visibly under his thin skin as he drank his wine. Yamin thought he looked slightly smaller than Goliath. Would he be able to overpower Goliath in the contest? Clearly Goliath had a physique that rivaled his own. But he knew larger does not always mean stronger, for he had taken down giants many times larger than he was with his own strength. And what was this super strength that Mordac had given him? How powerful was it? Why was it given to him? The Queen had been giving Yamin a brew from the creatine plant over the past week which she said would increase his strength. Would it be enough? If Goliath were to lose the gift, would he still be strong or would he be a weakling? These and other thoughts ran through his head. As Yamin was pondering, Axus came up to him from behind and whispered in his ear. Yamin grinned widely. The Hero of Mordac Part III As Yamin was pondering, Axus came up to him from behind and whispered in his ear. Yamin grinned widely. He went over to the Queen and whispered in her ear. “Excuse me,” the Queen said to Goliath. “There is something I must handle. I will be back shortly.” Goliath and the Queen went to her chambers. “This is amazing,” said the Queen. “It is too easy.” “Well, don’t be so sure,” cautioned Yamin. “He must have very strong will power and we cannot be sure the information is totally correct. It seems too incredible.” The queen fumbled around the draws of her bureau as if looking for something while Yamin watched. “Here it is!” and she pulled out a black, shiny girdle and she held it up in the light and it glistened. Yamin laughed. “You are looking for underwear at a time like this?” “Yes but a potent one. This is the Venusian girdle. No man who is the least attracted to me can resist my overtures while I wear it! Goliath himself will fall to my seduction!” Yamin looked skeptical. Reaching for a vial filled with red fluid from the shelf, the Queen told Yamin, “Put this special portion in Goliath’s wine tonight. Be sure you deliver it at the end of the meal in the final toast. The wine will help weaken his will power and this potion will make him sleepy and when he sleeps it will cause him to forget everything that happened after he drank it.” Yamin nodded. They returned to the banquet room which has grown boisterous with music and dance. Goliath ate and drank heavily that night, and toward the end of the banquet, Yamin signaled to the head waiter to deliver the wine glass with the Queen’s special potion in it to Goliath. Following the closing toast, the Queen quickly returned to her quarters while Axus showed Goliath to his room. In her chambers, the Queen undressed and slipped into the black girdle. She gazed at herself in the mirror and her plumb figure. Suddenly the girdle seemed to warm up. Then as she watched, her skin seemed to be absorbing it. Soon the girdle had disappeared into her hips. She looked at herself nude in front of the mirror. She became warm all over and her skin began to glow. It started in her hips. They smoothed out and her excess fat melted away leaving her butt smooth, round and toned. Then the changes traveled down her legs and up into her chest. Her waist shrunk and became tight and small. Again her body fat melted leaving her belly flat, firm and smooth. Her nipples rose and her breasts became firm, rounded and erect, hanging like two plump grapefruits from her chest with cleavage between them. Meanwhile, her legs grew shapely. Her arms thinned and toned while her shoulders grew slightly wider. She gazed at her new body and moved her hands along her new curves. She was amazed at the beauty. She quickly put on her silk nightgown and called to Axus who was outside her door to bring Goliath to her. Axus knocked on Goliath’s door while he was getting ready for sleep. “Goliath, the Queen requests you to meet her now.” “What for, at this hour?” asked Goliath for he was feeling sleepy. “She wants to discuss a way to avoid this fight in the arena tomorrow,” said Axus. “Well, may be now she has come to her senses,” said Goliath. “Lead on.” Axus left Goliath in the Queen’s chambers. From behind him, the Queen called him and said, “Goliath, we have important matters to discuss.” Goliath turned around and there he saw the Queen leaning against the wall in a semi-transparent nightgown. Othertimes she had been wearing her heavy, stately robes. He stared at her. Her shape was smooth, her breasts full and succulent. He had never examined her shape this way before but now the girdle was working its magic. His heart began beating faster. She approached him and touched his arms gently, running her fingers up to his massive triceps. “You know,” she said, “when I saw your handsome face before me, I thought there must be another way to resolve our quarrel and I must find it.” Goliath just stared at her admiring her beauty, her words almost sounding musical to him. “I never wanted this challenge for you or for me. Maybe there is way I can change and we can avoid all this. You know, Goliath, running a kingdom is hard. Decisions are not easy to make, especially alone, and sometimes we make the wrong ones,” she said as she massaged his shoulders. “Yes, if you change, we could avoid all this,” he answered meekly as her kneading relaxed his muscles and thought and his eyes began to close. She took him by the hand and led him to a silk covered ottoman and they sat down. She leaned back on the pillows and held her chest up and Goliath gazed at her full and round breasts. He had become aroused now and then he remembered his vow and looked away from her and cleared his voice, and said firmly. “If you give up your throne and restore the Senate, this would all end. Arellus would agree to this. All you have to do is announce it to the people.” She reached out gracefully with her finger and touched his square jaw to turn his head toward her face. He resisted but she said, “Look at me, Goliath, I need to see the sincerity in your eyes when we speak about such important things.” So Goliath turned his face toward her and he caught his gaze in the beauty and firmness of her large, erect nipples. “I could agree to this but I am frightened,” she whispered. “I know many people hate me. If I give up my guards, my throne, how do I know I won’t be killed? Who will protect me?” she cooed. She sat up and drew her face close to his as he raised his eyes to hers. He was now fully erect and she could see the bulge in his loincloth. His voice said to himself, “I am only looking at her. I have kept my vow. Nothing will happen. I will walk away soon once we have made a deal. I need to be here now to settle this.” She gently stroked his cheek with her smooth palm. “While…I….” he stammered, “will make sure no one hurts you if you make this bargain. You have the word of Goliath,” he whispered. “I must thank you,” she said and pressed her lips against his. He pulled his head back but she placed her hand behind his head and forced their lips together again. The sensation exploded in his brain. It had been six years since he felt this way. His reason seemed suspended in air as the voice of his will began to fade inside his head. He embraced her. After their kiss, she whispered “Oh to touch you this way!” and kissed him again and began stroking him between his legs while he placed his hand on her breast. Her breast swelled with his touch and she stood up bringing his face into her bosom. Fragrant, clear drops of an aphrodisiac formed on her nipples. He smelled their sweetness and brought his lips to suck on them. “Come to me for I am yours tonight,” she said. The drops worked quickly and all remaining reason left him and his inner voice was silenced. He mounted her on the bed and they made love. With each thrust, his man juice flowed and flowed eventually overwhelming her. It leaked out of her over the bed and onto the floor. He kept pumping her and their ecstasy grew. She never felt such power from a lover and he seemed unable to stop, like a dam bursting with an endless supply of raging water. After an hour though, he finally weakened and collapsed on top of her exhausted. As Goliath lay deep asleep, the Queen signaled Yamin who was waiting. His cum was everywhere. “Take him to his room now. The potion will keep him asleep and he will remember nothing of this night.” Yamin hoisted the slumbering giant onto his shoulders and carried him to the guest quarters. He placed the naked muscleman down onto his bed and left his clothes nearby. He saw the cum on Goliath’s legs and scooped it up into his hand. He looked at it and wondered if it contained Goliath’s super strength. Gathering as much of it as he could and rubbed it into his own pecs and biceps hoping it would bring him the strength that Goliath was said to have. He then left the giant to his dreams knowing he would remember nothing of that night. The Gordian Challenge---Next! Hero of Mordac Part IV The Gordian Challenge With Goliath taken away, the Queen removed the girdle for she knew its dangers if it were worn too long. She placed it back in her drawer and went to bed to rest from the exhausting night. Estus's body hung from the chains in the dungeon. Half alive, half dead. He could barely see with his left eye and his right was swelled shut from the beatings. Tears of blood from his head left dried tracks on the side of his face. His body was battered, bruised and bleeding from the whippings, kicks, burnings and punches. His chin rested on his dirty and bloodied chest as he barely had any strength to hold it up. The room was partially lit from the torches that hung in the walls. The iron door to his cell was closed but the barred window at its top let more light in from the flaming urn in the hallway. Suddenly the door swung open but Estus made no effort to look up for he did not wish to see the next round of torture he felt was coming. Axus walked in, smiling at the tortured man before him. "Estus, wake up!" he shouted. "I bring you good news. Your torture is over for we have learned what we needed to know about Goliath!" Estus weakly raised his head to look at him with his left eye. "I have told you nothing, you pig" Estus hissed with defiance. "Yes, yes. But unfortunately for Goliath, someone else did," answered Axus who snapped his fingers at Estus's cell door. In came three guards, two of whom were carrying the broken and wounded body of Markus. Estus opened his left eye as wide as he could to see who it was. Markus slowly lifted his bloodied, swollen face and looked up at his friend and barely able to speak whispered, "I'm sorry, Master Estus. They promised to stop if I told them. I overheard Goliath at the temple speaking of his vow." Estus said in fright, "No you didn't Markus. You didn't hear anything. No!" "I had to tell. Forgive me. The pain… " and Markus's head went limp and he expired. As the guards began to take the body away, Estus shouted, "No, it's lies! Markus doesn't know anything. It's all lies!" and he began to cry. As the dawn arrived, Yamin awoke. He got up and looked in his mirror. He could see the caked cum on his arms and chest. He stared at himself. Were his biceps and pecs bigger? He flexed his right bicep. It rose high, round and large. Could the cum have changed him? Could he have Goliath's power now added to his own? He wasn't sure. No matter, he thought. Goliath could not have that god-like strength anymore and he was confident he could overpower him. He undressed and bathed in the hot springs tub next to his sleeping quarters. As he rose from the tub, his tan muscles glistened in the morning sunlight. He looked again at himself and rubbed his hands across his inflated pec wondering what it would be like to have a god's strength. An hour after the sun rose, a palace guard knocked on Goliath's door and entered his room. "Awake, Goliath! It is time for you to prepare for the Gordian Challenge!" The muscle titan slowly opened his eyes. He grabbed his head with his hands as it pounded with a headache. "Awake!" shouted the guard again. "I heard you!" shouted back Goliath, "Now leave me before I crush you!" The guard quickly retreated. The giant slowly stood up and staggered over to a basin of fresh water where placing his arms on the side of the table to told himself upright, his inverted v-shaped triceps jutting out. He bent his arms and dipped his face in the cool water. He shook the water from his head and raised it looking in the mirror in front of him. As the water dripped down his face back into the bowl, he saw that he looked tired. He noticed his arms looked smooth and not as defined as usual but they were still large though not as pumped. As he stood up, he noticed his pecs were not as full. "Too much wine," he thought to himself. He quickly bathed and got dressed and ate the bread and berries that were in his room. He remembered nothing of the night in the Queen's sleeping quarters as the elixir Yamin had put in his wine was still working its magic. Axus then arrived and escorted him to the arena floor where Yamin was waiting for him. The Queen had filled the arena seats with her supporters, many of whom were to be paid for their attendance and cheering. She sat in front wearing her regalia. On her right as is the custom for the Gordian Challenge was Arellus who was the challenger. "So glad you are here, Arellus," she said, "so you can see the death of your friend at the hands of my Yamin who is, no doubt you have heard, the strongest man there is." "I am glad to be here today, your Highness, so I can see Goliath bring an end to your rule," Arellus replied unemotionally. Axus raised his hands before the crowd and it grew silent. "Today is the day of the Gordian Challenge," he shouted. "Senator Arellus, through his challenger Goliath, challenges Queen Lyvna, who is defended by Yamin. Each challenger may pick a weapon which if lost may not be used again. What do you pick, Goliath?" "I pick the whip." "And you Yamin?" "The sword." "So be it" answered Axus and each man was handed their weapon of choice and they were placed twenty feet apart. Axus clapped his hands and shouted, "The Gordian Challenge has begun!" Each man slowly began to move toward the other. As Yamin and Goliath grew within range of Goliath's whip, Goliath snapped it and Yamin jumped back. Goliath charged and using his whip, snapped the sword from Yamin's hand which then fell to the ground. Stopping, Goliath snapped the whip again and it wrapped itself around Yamin's mighty forearm. It stung but Yamin grabbed the whip with both hands and yanked it hard. Goliath was pulled forward and landed face down on the ground with the whip pulled from his hands. As Yamin quickly removed the whip from his arm, he ran toward Goliath raising his left fist but Goliath was too quick and recovered to his feet where he grabbed the left arm of the charging Yamin and with his leg kicked him in the abs. As Yamin bent forward, Goliath slammed his clasped fisted hands into Yamin's wide lats sending him to the ground. As Yamin came up, Goliath wrapped his mighty right arm around Yamin's neck and began to choke the Queen's defender from behind. "Surrender now, Yamin or you will meet your end," he said. Yamin groaned and grabbed Goliath's right wrist and tried to pull the arm away from his throat. At first Goliath's arm did not move but slowly Yamin began to pull it back. Goliath pulled harder making his bicep even larger and once again his arm was squeezing Yamin's neck. Yamin brought up his right foot to the ground so he was now only kneeing on his left knee. Yamin's triceps began to tighten and swell more and again slowly Yamin began to move Goliath's arm away from him. Goliath could not understand this. He called upon more of his strength. He saw his bicep's muscle fibres dance under his skin but his arm did not respond with greater power as it had in the past. "How can this be?" he thought and he tried harder but Yamin slowly pulled Goliath's arm away. Goliath began to wince in pain as his bicep fibres began to tear. Yamin slowly rose up while jabbing his left elbow into Goliath's abs sending the former super powerful muscle god back hunched over in pain. Now Goliath was having doubts. Where was his strength and unlimited power? Could Yamin be stronger than he was? Why did his muscles not respond when he called upon them? How could Mordac have allowed this? Maybe he was still just tired from last night. His thinking and doubts distracted him and helped Goliath. Both giants rose and faced each other but Yamin turned around too quickly for the distracted Goliath and with his right leg Yamin gave Goliath a swift kick across his jaw turning it left. Then like lightening Yamin with his other leg's kick, hurled Goliath's jaw to the right, stunning him. Using his great tan quads, the Queen's muscular champion jumped off the ground and slammed both feet into Goliath's muscular chest sending his body against the stone wall of the arena. With the now stunned Goliath up against the wall, Yamin pounded his fists into the titan's six pack abs. Goliath instinctively tightened them when the first fist struck, making them rock hard as his mind attempted to clear. However, the fists continued to pound his strong abdominal muscles. With each pounding, one right then one left, Goliath's abs began to weaken. Once again Goliath tightened them making them harder than before and once again they began to weaken. He tried harder but his abs tightened each time less than before. The pounding continued and the muscle fibres began to give way to the continued strong onslaught of Yamin's relentless fists of power. Soon, no six pack was visible any more as the fibers became soft. As his mind began to clear, Goliath used his arms to shove Yamin away and out of the reach of the defender's fists. Goliath hunched over in agony fell onto one knee in pain wrapping his arms over his abs. The crowd cheered. While the push was powerful enough to move the 220-pound Yamin back, it did not send him far or to the ground as Goliath had expected. Goliath knew now that something was seriously wrong, his power was failing him and he did not understand why. "Lord Mordac, do not abandon me in this time of need," he whispered. Having heard his whisper and looking down at the kneeing giant, Yamin taunted him. "What is the matter mighty Goliath? Where is your great strength? Your broke your vow and don't even know it! You are a weakling compared to me now! You should worship me!" Goliath was shocked. How could Yamin know of his vow? Then Yamin said, "Maybe this will help you remember," and the towering muscleman repeated the magic words that the Queen had taught him that would break the spell of the elixir that had suppressed Goliath's memory. "Marrock boc sheeji." Goliath grabbed his head as his mind exploded with a visualization of all the events that happened last night in the Queen's bedroom. A look of horror and then anger filled his face. "Lord Mordac, please forgive me and help me one more time," he prayed. Yamin looked up at the cheering crowd. Meanwhile Goliath summoned all his power and strength into his left arm, back and leg muscles and quickly swung up from his kneeling position like a discus thrower and as Yamin turned toward him, Goliath pounded his mighty fist into the other giant's jaw turning it and sending the man stumbling to the right. Goliath thought Yamin seemed to be woozy from the blow. Yamin turned his face back to look at Goliath and smiled with all his beautiful white teeth. "Is that all the power you have left, weakling?" he said. Goliath swung his left again at him but Yamin put up his thick striated right arm and blocked the swing. Then using his left fist, Yamin swung it into Goliath's jaw and then hit him again with his right. The once mighty Goliath just stood there not able to move or regain consciousness fast enough to counter or escape. Yamin's fists pounded Goliath's head. Then the Queen's champion raised his fists overhead and pounded Goliath on his broad shoulders sending the stunned giant down onto his knees. As Goliath began to teeter, Yamin went around Goliath's wide back and grabbed the semi-unconscious victim's head and with a sharp powerful jerk, twisted it around to the back snapping his neck. The lifeless body of Goliath then fell forward into the dirt. Yamin stood up and flexed his huge arms in a double bicep pose as the crowd cheered at his victory. Axus shouted, "The contest is over and the Yamin has won. The Queen wins the Gordian Challenge!" Arellus had the look of shock and fright on his face. The Queen turned to him and said mockingly. "I am so sorry but it looks like you have lost. Now guards please take Arellus to the dungeon where he can join Goliath's other friends. Oh, did I forget to mention? As we speak, your rebel friends are being rounded up this very moment outside the arena in case you were thinking they might rescue you." Hero of Mordac Part V Enter Mordac Hanging from his chains in his dungeon cell, Estus could hear the roars of the Queen's spectators. He knew the more they roared, that Goliath was in trouble. "Would Goliath still be strong enough to defeat Yamin?" he worried. "How could he help him?" He closed his eyes and prayed to Lord Mordac. While he was praying, a small, glowing blue orb of clouds appeared in front of him. "Estus," said the orb, "I, Lord Mordac, have heard you." Estus raised his head and opened his eyes as best he could. "Goliath has broken his vow and has been defeated by Yamin in the arena. The Queen has won the Gordian Challenge," said the deep and strong voice from the orb. Estus's head and heart sank but the news was not unexpected to him. Just then the door to his cell unlocked and Axus entered closing the door behind him. He looked up and saw Estus looking at the orb. Axus drew his sword and raised it to slice the orb but what looked like a wave of clear power emanated from the orb and hit Axus in the chest, throwing him against the door, closing it and stunning him. He slid down the door onto his ass. "But all hope is not lost for the people of Gloth, Estus," the orb continued, "Will you take up Goliath's fight and with it, the risk of your death?" Estus was surprised. He was no hero. He loved Goliath, worshipped him and served him tirelessly knowing his love would never be returned. But become a hero? How could he? Meanwhile, Axus began to regain consciousness. "How could I, Lord Mordac? I am not even a solider and look at me. I can barely see or stand." Axus stared at the two in awe and fright. "Do not doubt my power!" said the god sternly. "For I will heal your wounds and pass the power of Goliath onto you if you will take the vow freely and so long as you abide by it." Confused, tired and in pain, Estus tried to think. A thousand thoughts and feelings raced through his mind. That strength! That physique! That sacrifice. Maybe for a short while. Just to avenge Goliath and to help here. But what of Yamin? "You will need to use all your willpower to succeed in this task and you must focus on the Queen and her death. Your strength will be greater than Yamin's!" assured the orb. Estus said, "Yes, I accept and take the vow." Part VI The Test and the Choice The orb began to spin faster and a green beam shot out of it hitting Estus in the chest. The beam then spread over the skin of his entire body making him glow. Feelings of solitude and serenity filled his mind as he still hung from the chains. He felt as if he were floating. His heart beat slowed; he was relaxed and calm. His wounds began to heal. The swelling of his face deflated. His bleeding cuts scabbed and then cleared. His whip burns melted away. His body was restored to its youthful, athletic, and healthy appearance. Then the color of the beam changed to red. Estus began to feel warm, then hot like he had a fever. He began to sweat. Suddenly he felt sharp pains in his bones all over his body. He screamed loudly but no sound left the red glow that surrounded him. His bones began to expand. His modest frame size grew. His wrists, which used to be 8 inches (20.3 cm) around, grew to 9.5 inches (24 cm). His legs and shoulders too. His entire frame was being enlarged and his skin and muscles began to stretch to fill it. He was now 6 ft 1 tall (183 cm). When his bones stopped growing, his muscles began to thicken. His pecs grew full and deep, so heavy that his quarter-sized nipples pointed down to the floor as they hung from his now huge chest. His quads grew to 25 inches (65 cm), his biceps to 19.5 inches (49.5 cm). His forearms, delts, neck, back muscles, and calves followed suit. Axus now fearing for his life upon seeing the growing muscle god before him, rose from the floor and ran out of the cell, locking the cell door behind him and knocking over a flaming urn in the hallway in his haste. Smoke from the now fallen urn began to fill the hallways of the dungeon and the remaining guards, fearing a fire had erupted, fled as they saw Axus in panic. Axus, who was always fiercely loyal to only Yamin, ran to warn him. Panting and out of breath, Axus came upon Yamin and the Queen in her sitting room and told them all he had seen. The Queen said to Yamin, "Mordac must be a fool. I will just seduce Estus as I did Goliath." "It may not be that easy," answered Yamin who was becoming lost in thought. "Estus may have more willpower than Goliath," Axus said to them. "Yamin, you must trick Estus into coming to my chambers and I will handle it from there," said the Queen as she reached for the Venusian girdle in her drawer. Almost not hearing her, Yamin said "Yes, I have a plan." Estus breathed heavily from the pain and the stress causing his six pack abs to contract and expand quickly. His skin again stretched further accommodating his new mass for he was now 215 lbs (97.7 kg) of muscle with 7% bodyfat. The pain began to subside as did the heat. The red glow began to recede back into the orb. The flickering flames from the torches on the wall of his cell danced on Estus's new sweaty musculature. He felt relaxed now that the pain had ended and surprisingly energetic given his ordeal. "It is done now," said Mordac. "Now go Estus and heed my advice." The orb then faded away. Estus, still hanging from the chains, looked down at his new massive physique. He went to put his right hand on his chest and, without realizing it, yanked the ceiling chain. It broke off at his wrist. Realizing what had happened, he then pulled down his left hand, easily snapping the other chain and leaving him with two black iron collars around each of his large wrists. He brought his hands to his hard pecs, feeling his sternum cleavage. Then he brought them down to his rock six pack abs feeling each one as they rose and fell in his torso. He flexed his now 19.5 inch (49.5 cm) biceps admiring their size, vascularity and leanness. He extended his leg and pointed his foot, tightening his quads and watched his large intermedius and medialis dance before him. What beauty, he thought, what manly perfection, what power. He wanted to test it. He walked over to the door of his cell and grabbing the bars, with a hard pull, the door came off its iron hinges. Holding it, he stared at it almost not believing what his new strength had done. Now, he thought, he was ready to find the Queen as Lord Mordac had commanded him. He stepped into the smoky hallway. As he looked down the hall toward a hazy light, he could see someone walking down stone stairs towards him. As the figure came closer, he saw its large muscular frame. Given the person's size, he first thought it was Goliath as it strode with that bodybuilder's gait. But he noticed the waist was smaller than Goliath's and the height slightly shorter. He realized it could only be Yamin. He stared again at the physique. Yamin looked even more handsome than he remembered him in the Queen's throne room. That small waist, those broad shoulders, bubbled delts, powerful pecs and biceps and olive skin. Estus's heart began to pound. As the muscular being came in sight through the smoky haze, Estus slowly walked backwards into his cell, planning to confront the queen's champion there. As Yamin walked down the hall toward Estus, he first spotted the outline of a very powerful man. At first Yamin could still not believe it was Estus but it could be no one else based on Axus's description. This above average athletic man was suddenly as muscular and large as Goliath had been. Yamin marveled at the power Mordac must have. "But was that strength really greater than his own?" he wondered. He wanted to test it and find out yet he was afraid. He wondered if that power could be drained from Estus, why could he not make it flow into him instead? Yamin stepped into Estus's cell. Estus raised his forearms like a wrestler. Consciously keeping his hands at his sides, Yamin spoke. "Estus, listen to me. I come here not to fight you ...." "Better for you!" snapped Estus interrupting Yamin. "For the power of Mordac is in me and I will defeat you and your Queen." Estus reached down to the floor and picked up one of iron pokers that was used to torture him. With his two hands, he bent it into a U and threw it at Yamin's feet. Yamin stared at Estus thinking of the display of strength he just saw. Estus stared back into Yamin's blue eyes. He became distracted and scanned Yamin's body noticing every muscle, its size and shape. He blinked back into focus. "I have come here to ask for you help. Together we can defeat the Queen and her soldiers if we join forces. I will help you kill her," said Yamin. "Ha!" laughed Estus. "Do you think me a fool?" Looking down, Yamin answered, "No Estus. You are no fool. I never wanted to fight Goliath but I had no choice. I have seen the Queen's cruelty for many years now and I have had enough. Now is my chance to make amends. Our chance to do it together." He lifted his head and looked at Estus sincerely. "You are different. I noticed you when you first walked into the throne room before I even noticed Goliath. I saw the love in your eyes when you looked at him. A love we all now know could never be answered due to Mordac. I admired it and was jealous of it." Estus could not believe what he was hearing. He could smell Yamin's testosterone. There was a powerfulness to him that attracted him. He felt it in the throne room and he felt it now, much stronger. Yamin was beautiful. Estus's heart beat even faster and he became aroused. He wanted to touch Yamin, to feel his rock-hard muscles. He felt a pull toward him. Estus cleared his mind of these thoughts and shouted "Enough lies!" as he swung his fist at Yamin knocking the muscle god to the ground. On the ground Yamin shook his head and quickly came back into consciousness. Never had he felt a punch like that before. He realized he had met more than his match. Estus was surprised at what he had done. He looked at his fist almost not believing its power as he let Yamin rise to his feet. Yamin faced the young muscle god and like two wrestlers they circled each other. "I won't fight you, Estus," Yamin said. "I can't?.." Estus began to doubt his convictions. He began to think that perhaps Yamin has changed He began to want to believe him. He was so handsome. Yet Estus leapt forward toward the titan. Yamin was surprised but with a quick move he raised his hands to meet Estus's and their fingers were laced in a test of strength. Estus pressed hard. His arm muscles ballooned. Yamin met the force with an equal amount. Estus pressed harder and Yamin again matched him. Yamin's veins popped up wildly across his arms and chest. Again Estus pressed pulling up his reserves of power and strength. Their faces were close and each gritted his teeth. Slowly Yamin's hands began to bend backward as Estus's strength began to show its superior power. Yamin did not know what to do. His strength for the first time in his life was being overpowered by another. He was no longer the greatest power. Their eyes met as they struggled. Estus again could not help but notice Yamin's powerful deep blue eyes. He also found his overpowering of the muscular champion strangely erotic. Now he was the muscle god he thought worthy of another's attention just as he had worshipped Goliath. Estus became even more aroused. Yamin brought his face closer to Estus and place his lips on Estus's. Estus could not believe the feeling inside him. How he longed for the touch and feel of Goliath. Now here he was with a muscle god as handsome if not more so. Could this be true? Could his dreams finally be answered? But what of his vow? Estus was now fully erect. Yamin had said he would help him end the Queen's rule. Estus slowly released the pressure on Yamin's hands and each titan wrapped their arms around the other and continued their embrace. Yamin released one arm and brought it down between them and began to stroke Estus in his groin. Slowly the giants lowered themselves to the floor and Yamin removed Estus belt and loincloth and continued his stroking. Estus placed his hands on Yamin's pecs and felt their hardness. Yamin said, "You are so beautiful, Estus" and before Estus could stop him, Yamin moved his mouth down to Estus’s member for he wanted Estus to break his vow and for Mordac's power to flow out of Estus. With that touch, Estus lost all his resistance and his mind exploded in sexual sensation. And flow it did and Estus succumbed to his never fulfilled dreams of love with a muscle god. With each thrust, Yamin swallowed more and more, hoping he could absorb the greater strength that had bested him. When it was over, the two muscle gods embraced again and kissed. Yamin stood up and helped Estus up and whispered to the young man. "One more, my love before we end the Queen's rule." Estus placed his lips on Yamin's wrapping his arms around his dream. Yamin brought his ripped arms around Estus's lower back. They hugged. Yamin however continued to squeeze. Estus cried in pain. Yamin squeezed the once powerful giant once more even harder. Estus began to pound his fists into Yamin's chest and front delts. But the blows simply bounced off the champion's large muscles for the power of Mordac had left Estus and his strength was no longer any match for Yamin's. Then Estus fainted and grew limp as Yamin's powerful arms crushed Estus's back. Yamin placed the unconscious former muscle god down on the floor of the cell. His plan had worked and taking his fingers to his hips, he pulled down and the once invisible Venusian girdle reappeared and Yamin took it off and threw it next to the now paralyzed body of Estus. As he starred pathetically at Estus, suddenly Yamin noticed a red glow around his hands. The glow grew along his arms and soon covered his whole body. He began to feel warm and as he looked at himself his large muscles began to grow even larger. He became larger than any pump he had ever had and larger than even Goliath. He reached up to the ceiling with his arms admiring their beauty. "Yes!" he thought. He had found the secret and it had worked. He had swallowed Mordac's power and his muscles were now incorporating it into his own! He flexed his bicep and it grew to 22 inches (56 cm), hard, lean and peaked. He needed to test his strength to be sure and in the corner of the cell was an iron torture rack that weighed over 1000 lbs. (450 kg ). He tried to lift it. At first he struggled but then he raised it two inches, then six, then a foot off the ground! Yes, power was now his! He felt exhilarated. Then the blue orb of clouds materialized before him. "Yamin," said the orb. "You have proven yourself to be a remarkable opponent." Yamin starred in awe of Lord Mordac. "Your superior mind, cunning and perception allowed you to overcome my two stronger champions but now it is time for you to choose." "I need nothing from you, Mordac," shouted Yamin. "I have taken your power from Estus and now it is mine to do as I wish," pounding his fist on his chest in defiance. "Foolish mortal" said Mordac calmly. "You thought your act with Estus gave you his power? No, my Yamin. I willed it so. I wanted you to feel the strength and size that you have craved for so long. The effects are only temporary. Even as we speak the gift is leaving you. Look at your arm." Yamin looked at his right arm and flexed it so that his giant biceps reappeared again. He noticed just as Mordac had spoken it was slightly smaller that just a few minutes ago. "But now you must choose Yamin whether to become my servant or not. To keep the gift that I have given you, you must take the vow and do my bidding for the rest of your life. And your first task will be to kill the Queen and bring Arellus to power." Yamin climbed the stairs out of the dungeon and the soldiers cheered him. He was tired. He conferred with Axus outside the Queen's chambers. Axus patted him on his shoulder as Yamin entered the Queen's private room. The Queen, having already heard the news of his defeat of Estus, approached him with a loving embrace and they kissed. While they embraced Yamin brought his large boned hands up and placed them around the Queen's neck. She tried to pull away and scream but the muscle god quickly tightened his grip and crushed the Queen's neck. He laid the dead Queen down on the floor. He turned to Axus whom he had briefed before he entered the room. "Go Axus, release Arellus from the dungeon for he, as the former head of the Senate, is now the new King of Gloth. The people of Gloth will now be free. Then pack your things for we have other tasks to perform for Lord Mordac." End

Commission for Anonymous: After drinking a mysterious shake, Brandon’s crush, Ryan, takes him back to the locker room for a different kind of blowjob. More inflation than muscle growth in this one, you've been warned. Brandon arrived at the gym like every other day he came. Same old weights, same old lockers, same old gym. Brandon was wearing his standard gym attire. An athletic shirt and some basketball shorts. Brandon swiped his card at the front desk and entered the crowded gym. He looked around and saw plenty of regulars working out, but then he spotted him, Ryan. One of the biggest guys at the gym, Ryan was built like a tank. Broad shoulders, massive pecs, boulder biceps, a bit of a belly, but it looked great on him. The big man scratched his bushy beard and spotted Brandon on his way in. “Hey Brandon!” said the big guy as he walked over. “Hey Ryan.” Brandon blushed a little bit when he looked up at the giant. Ryan was wearing a tanktop that was hanging on top of his big pecs as well as some gym shorts that left very little to the imagination. “It’s good to see you buddy. I was hoping that I could get to see you today.” Ryan grabbed Brandon and pulled him into a big bear hug. Ruffling Brandon’s blonde hair. “Really? What’s so special about today?” asked Brandon as he admired the big muscled body he was being pushed against. “I’ve got this really cool new protein shake and wanted someone to try it. And I think you’re the perfect candidate!” said Ryan as he let go of Brandon. “Really? Why me?” “I think it would be perfect for the gains you wanna make,” said Ryan as they walked back to the locker rooms. Brandon went to the locker right beside Ryan’s and started unpacking his gym bag. “That’s awesome man. Sure I’ll try it out.” Ryan smirks to himself and pulls out a shaker. “Great here you go!” Ryan hands Brandon the shaker and Brandon starts drinking it. “Be sure to drink it all so you get the full effects of it.” Brandon nods as he keeps drinking. Chugging it down and letting out a satisfying belch when he’s done. “That was delicious!” said Brandon as the two walked out of the locker room. “Thanks. It’s my special recipe.” “What’s so special about it?” “Oh not much. I just think my recipe is great for guys that really wanna swell up in size,” said Ryan with a bit of a smirk. “Well that’s great then. You know how much I wanna get big. So what are we hitting today? Arms? Back? Shoulders?” “I was thinking chest. You good with that?” “Totally.” The pair walked to a bench press and Ryan started loading up the rack for Brandon. “Woah, that’s a lot of weight for a warm-up big guy. I don’t think I’m ready for that,” said Brandon as he started counting how much weight was being loaded onto the bar. “You’ll be fine, big guy. You have me as a spotter so there’s nothing to worry about. Now come on. Time to lift.” Brandon gave a hesitant look, but ultimately sat down on the bench and got into position to lift. “Alright, here we go big guy.” Ryan put his arms below the bar as Brandon started lifting it up. His arms were a bit shaky with all of this weight, but slowly he pulled the bar down and back up again. Getting in a set of 6. “See! I told you you could do it,” said Ryan as Brandon completed the set and put the bar back on the rack. “Oooof I feel funny though,” said Brandon as he sat back up holding his belly. “Urp!” Brandon’s eyes shot open as the loud burp escaped his mouth. “Oh jeez. Excuse me.” Brandon kept rubbing his belly as Ryan grabbed a couple more 45’s. “Woah Ryan, I really think I need to warm up a bit more. You’re getting closer to my PB with those weights. I’m not ready.” “Brandon, just trust me. You chugged those out like a pro. This will be no different.” Ryan put the weights on the bar and grabbed Brandon’s shoulders. “You can do this. Trust the shake. It’ll give you strength,” said Ryan as he eased Brandon back down to the bench. “Alright, I trust you.” Brandon put his hands on the bar and began to lift again. His arms were on fire from how much weight it was. He breathed in and lowered the bar down. “There ya go. You’ve got it! You’ve got it!” cheered Ryan as Brandon lifted the bar back up. Only to come down with it again to pump out three reps. At the end of the last rep, Brandon pushed himself and put the weight back on the rep then sat up. “UUURRRPPP!” Brandon let out a massive belch that echoed in the gym. “Oooooo I don’t feel so good. I think I need to go to the bathroom.” Brandon got up from the bench and started walking towards the locker room. Once inside, he started rubbing his belly. It felt bloated for some reason. He let out a couple of little belches then looked up when he heard footsteps approaching “Hey, are you okay bud?” asked Ryan as he saw Brandon sitting on the bench. “I don’t know. I feel…funny,” said Brandon as he kept absentmindedly rubbing his belly. “Funny how?” Ryan sat on the bench next to Brandon. His shoulder rubbing up against the smaller man. “I don’t know. Like there are air bubbles inside or something.” Brandon kept rubbing his belly, but then felt a hand go on top of his own. He looked down and saw that Ryan’s big mitt was on top of his hand. Tenderly rubbing his belly. Feeling little gurgles from it every once in a while. Brandon looked back up at Ryan’s face and saw a look of lust on his face. Without hesitation, Ryan leaned forward and planted a kiss on Brandon’s lips. Surprised at first, Brandon relaxed into the kiss. Leaning into it and making out with Ryan. Brandon couldn’t believe it, after all this time, his gym crush kissed him! It was incredible. The way his beard scratched against him was intoxicating. He could kiss him for eternity if he let him. But something seemed off. As the two made out, Brandon felt that same bubbly feeling in his stomach getting stronger. But he could feel Ryan’s strong hand still rubbing little circles on his belly. But something was definitely wrong when Brandon was feeling a tightening of his pants. He felt his gym shorts starting to dig into his sides as they continued to kiss. “Mmm Ryan, it’s not that I don’t love this, because I do, but I think I’m having a bad reaction to that shake,” said Brandon in between their kisses. “You’re fine, big guy. Just give into the kiss. I see how you stare at me all day when we’re at the gym together. You want this. And I want you. You’re gonna be the best balloon.” Brandon arched his eyebrow at that last word, but obeyed Ryan and kept kissing him despite his weird feeling. But Brandon was right to feel different. Ryan’s hands were exploring the man and feeling his handiwork. In just the few minutes they had been making out, Ryan had been blowing Brandon up like a balloon. Ryan reached down and rubbed Brandon’s belly. Brandon was a stocky guy before they started making out, but now his belly was getting rounder as it filled with air. Brandon’s oversized gym shirt made it look like he had stuffed a basketball inside that was quickly turning into a beachball. Ryan would press his hand into it and feel how tight and firm his gut was now as opposed to the pudge earlier. The moment Brandon knew something was really off was when he felt himself pushing into Ryan, but it was just his belly. His chest wasn’t up against him or anything, just his belly was pushing into Ryan on the bench. “Ryan, I think we need to stop. Something is definitely wrong.” Brandon pushed himself off of Ryan and was able to get a look at himself for the first time since they started kissing. He looked down in shock seeing his ball gut. Round and tight. “What the hell!?!” Brandon quickly got up from the bench and felt weird standing with his new body weight distribution. And he felt a new sensation upon standing up. His junk was pushing aggressively against his shorts. He looked down to see what had happened, but couldn’t see under his big belly. “Hey hey hey big guy, don't worry about it. Everything is alright. You look great,” said Ryan as he stood up holding Brandon’s hand. “What do you mean everything’s alright? I look overdue with twins!” Brandon waddled his way over to the mirror in the locker room and took a look at himself. He was stunned at what he saw. He wasn’t far off from the twins comment. He looked like he had stuffed a big beach ball in his shirt and started blowing it up. But that wasn’t the only thing that grew. His bulge in his shorts was looking obscure. The outline of his cock and balls could clearly be seen. “What did you do to me?” asked Brandon looking back at Ryan. “I just wanted to blow you up big guy. Get you huge,” said Ryan as he walked over to Brandon’s side and began rubbing his belly. “You look fantastic Brandon.” “Fantastic? I’m a blimp. You’ve been blowing me up!” said Brandon with some anger in his voice. “Yes I did, but don’t you love it?” Ryan got behind Brandon and started kissing his neck as he spoke. His big hands never leaving the ball belly. “You were the perfect guy for this. Your belly was meant to be grown like this. And you were meant to become my own personal balloon boy,” said Ryan as he moved his mouth up Brandon’s neck and closer to his lips. “Don’t lie to yourself, just give in. You’ll enjoy it.” Brandon looked at himself in the mirror and couldn’t help getting hard over Ryan’s words and the worship he was giving his belly. “Take me,” said Brandon as he turned his head to the side and met Ryan’s lips. Ryan smiled as he resumed kissing Brandon and steadily blowing air into him. The two shared a passionate kiss as Brandon’s gut began to grow again. Now that Ryan had nothing to hide, he decided to blow that belly up big. Ryan watched in the mirror as the belly grew and grew. Soon, Brandon’s oversized workout shirt couldn’t cover it. You could see Brandon’s treasure trail poking out as the belly grew further. Ryan tried his best to continue rubbing Brandon’s belly, but it was becoming difficult as his arms could reach less and less of it. Brandon’s giant yoga ball gut just kept growing until it touched the mirror in front of it. Ryan also came to the realization that more of Brandon’s body was beginning to round out. His chest now had joined his massive belly and became a part of the ball. Ryan could also feel Brandon’s back begin to push against him. Ryan even saw Brandon’s limbs beginning to sink into the orb. Brandon was becoming more and more ball-like by the second. The two were brought out of their trance when they heard a loud snap from Brandon’s shorts. Brandon let out a sigh of relief as his shorts had lost their battle to his expanding form. Only his jock stayed in place covering his massive bait and tackle. As the piece of fabric fell off, it had been holding back much of Brandon’s expansion towards his legs and without it, his legs were swallowed by the surmounting amount of air. The sudden change in his legs got Brandon off balance and he fell forward onto his big belly. Breaking their kiss, Ryan looked forward and saw the full extent of his inflation. Brandon was now stuck on his big belly. Unable to get back to his feet. Ryan could only smile and play with his hard cock. Ryan walked around Brandon admiring his size. Grabbing onto Brandon’s belly and rolling him up so that at least he was sitting up. “Wow Brandon, I’ve gotten you pretty big.” Ryan patted Brandon’s big gut and it was tight as a drum. Spinning Brandon so that he was no longer facing the mirror, Ryan stood back and got a better look at how big he’d inflated the balloon. Brandon was still shorter than him, but he was permanently perched on his big balloon body. His orb self had almost swallowed all of his limbs and he was incapable of movement. The only thing that didn’t get swallowed by his inflating body was his cock and balls, still covered up somehow by his jock. But it will not last long if Ryan starts blowing him up again. “Damn, I did a good job blowing you up piggy,” said Ryan as he circled the orb. “Ryan, I gotta ask, how is this even possible? How have I not exploded?” asked Brandon as he flailed his arms to keep eye contact with Ryan as he circled him. “That shake I gave you, the gas you were feeling after you drank it when we were lifting, that was your belly preparing to start inflating. And it also made your skin super stretchy. Here, watch.” Ryan grabbed the orb and spun him around so that they were face to face. He pulled off what little remained of Brandon’s shirt and grabbed his face. “Here, we’ll give piggy a pig nose.” Ryan reached for Brandon’s nose and started pulling on it. It started to extend outwards and when Ryan let go, it snapped back looking like a snout. “And some pig ears.” Ryan repeated the process this time grabbing Brandon’s ears and stretching them out and snapping them back into a position that made them pig-like. “There you go. My big piggy now looks the part.” “Oink oink,” said Brandon as he flared his nostrils. Ryan’s attention then shifted down towards Brandon’s big bulge. Ryan grabbed Brandon and rolled him backwards so that now his bulge was next to Ryan’s face. Ryan’s eyes got wide as he put one hand on it. At the slightest touch, Brandon started moaning below him. Ryan kept touching the massive cock, his fingers could barely close all the way around the shaft. “This however, was an unforeseen side effect.” Ryan grabbed the tight jock and pulled it off of Brandon. Allowing the cock to unfurl to its huge size. Ryan looked in awe at the massive size. Probably two feet long and as thick as a 2 liter bottle of soda with balls underneath it the size of cantaloupes. Ryan touched the exposed cock and it sent shivers across Brandon’s blimp form. “Hmm, I think piggy needs a blow job.” Ryan grabbed Brandon’s cock and started sucking it. Brandon moaned out as his lover’s lips danced on his cock head. Ryan grinned as he could see Brandon’s arms and legs flailing in pleasure. At that moment, an idea popped into Ryan’s head. He smirked and continued his blow job. Brandon was in heaven. His biggest gym crush was sucking his massive cock. He could feel Ryan’s beard grazing his fat balls. He was so close to cumming, he couldn’t even think straight. But Brandon noticed something odd happening around him. In his position, his arms and head were facing towards the lockers and for some reason they were getting closer to him. “What the hell?” Brandon looked up and saw his belly was getting even bigger. “Ryan! What’s happening?” “I’m just giving you a blow job.” Ryan laughed as he continued to blow air into Brandon’s cock. At this point, Ryan had his own cock in his hand and was jerking it off to the blimp he was blowing up. Looking at the growing orb, Ryan could no longer see Brandon’s head from his position. His belly was rivaling Ryan’s height, but Ryan kept blowing. He reached out and rubbed the massive belly in front of him. Feeling how tight it was. Then playing with Brandon’s balls that had grown to the size of basketballs. His dick had also slowly grown in his mouth going from 2 feet to 3. “Ryan, I don’t know if I can last much longer. I feel so tight. Getting so big!” Brandon’s moans filled the entire room. His body shuddered as Ryan’s mouth expertly pleased him. The ceiling of the locker room was only 8 feet tall and Brandon’s orb body was beginning to get dangerously close to it. His limbs had all but disappeared into his body. Only the hands and feet could be seen occasionally writhing in pleasure. Ryan broke his lips off of the big man’s cock and swiveled him around so that he could see his head. “You like being this big piggy?” Ryan’s cock was shooting pre onto Brandon’s belly as he spoke to him. “Yes Ryan! I love it! I just want to be your big blimp boy!” Brandon’s words were making Ryan go crazy. “YES! That is what you are! My big blimp piggy! Only here to blow up huge into my own personal balloon!” Ryan was moaning as he jerked his cock off. “Piggy I’m close!” “Me too. My cock feels like it’s about to explode!” Brandon’s entire form shuddered as his cock bucked. His balls ready to blow. “You’re mine!” shouted Ryan and started cumming all over Brandon. Coating the big blimp’s belly in cum. As Ryan’s orgasm started, Brandon started shooting cum against the lockers. Painting the entire wall with his jizz. Brandon shot and shot and shot. His big balls felt like they’d never empty. After what felt like an eternity, the shots got weaker and further between and the two were left in the after glow of their sex. “Fuck piggy. You got me good,” said Ryan as he leaned forward and kissed the blimp’s snout. “Anything for you big guy,” replied Brandon. His big belly heaved up and down as he panted from exhaustion. Ryan leaned against the ball of a man and marveled at its size. Brandon wasn’t hitting the ceiling yet, but had Ryan kept going, He would’ve busted out of the locker room. Feeling how taut the skin was on him. But still had some give to it if Ryan ever wanted to blow him up more. “So now what? When do I deflate?” asked Brandon. “Deflate? You won’t be deflating anytime soon. We’re just getting started, big guy.” Ryan grinned as he rubbed Brandon’s belly. “But how will I even get out of here? Can I even fit through that door?” “Hmm, let’s find out.” Ryan started to roll Brandon towards the door. Brandon’s balloon body being very light and easy to move. Brandon’s spherical form hit the sides of the door, but wouldn’t budge. Even the top of the orbs was too tall to squeeze through the door. “What am I gonna do? I can’t even fit through a door anymore,” groaned Brandon as Ryan continued to try to push him through. “Don’t worry big guy. If this door won’t fit, maybe we make our own door.” “What do you mean by that?” asked Brandon as Ryan swiveled him back to facing him. “Pucker up cutie. Because the only way you’re getting out of here is if you grow out of it.”

A Sample Luke had been going to this new coffee shop, BJ’s Coffee, for about two months now and still couldn’t get over how cute the barista Max was. He had such a cute face framed perfectly by a beard. Big brown eyes that Luke could get lost in. The only problem was he was pint sized compared to Luke. Luke was a hulking 280 pounds at 6’6. He had hated his size ever since he had started discovering how much he loved to be smaller than his partner. And Max was 5 feet tall and 100 pounds soaking wet. But he had such a handsome face for a little guy, Luke had only wished it was on an even bigger body. But today was different. Luke had found the perfect thing to fix his “little” problem. He had bought a device from this sizemologist that had the ability to double anything. Originally, it had the potential for growing food to twice its original size, but the sizemologist had found other uses for the device. Today was the day Luke took the plunge and tried out this doubling device. The sizemologist was very specific with the instructions. He had to get a DNA sample of whatever or whomever he wanted to grow. It might be hard, but Luke had a plan that was a full proof way to get a bit of Max’s DNA. Luke walked into the coffee shop and he saw Max at the register. The little guy was wearing a t-shirt with a big BJ’s Coffee logo on the front and a standard pair of khaki pants. Luke himself was wearing a tight shirt and hoodie as well as skinny jeans. His whole outfit hugged his big body and accentuated every curve of his muscles. “Hi Max. Can I get my regular?” asked Luke as he approached the barista counter. “Sure Luke. Coming right up,” said the smaller man with a smile. Max walked back behind the counter and started making Luke’s drink. Luke had made sure to get to the coffee shop bright and early before the work crowd came so he could get Max while the shop was fairly empty. “So Max, have you been seeing anybody lately?” said Luke as he peered his head over the counter. Max continued to focus on making Luke’s drink. Not paying too much attention to the giant standing in front of him. “No, not really. Why do you ask?” “Oh I was just wondering because I kinda have this problem that I was wondering if you could help me out with. And if you were seeing someone, I wouldn’t want to make things awkward between you and them,” said Luke with a devilish grin on his face. “What? Luke what are you talki-” Max’s words were cut short when he looked up at the hulking behemoth and how he was posing. Being as tall as Luke was, his legs easily cleared the counter that Max was working on. Using this advantage, he had pushed his huge bulge outward with his hips so that it was laying on the counter. His rock hard cock in his pants left almost nothing to the imagination as Luke’s hand grazed it. “Think you could help me out?” The big bulge on the counter seemed to move with his words. Max stared at the outline of Luke’s cock in front of him almost drooling over its size. He was brought back to reality when a ding from the coffee machine rang in his ears. “Um, uh, yeah. Uh, give me a second.” He grabbed Luke’s drink and poured it into the cup. “Here you go Luke. That’ll be $4.99.” Luke pulled out his card and paid. As the receipt printed out, Max grabbed a pen and started scribbling something down on it. “Have a good day Luke,” said Max before running to the back of the store. Luke took the drink and read what Max had written on the receipt. I’m on break in 5 minutes. Meet me out back behind the coffee show and I’ll help you with your problem. Luke smiled knowing his plan was working perfectly. He grabbed his drink and walked to one of the empty tables. He sat down and fished the device out of his pocket. Despite its purpose to make things huge, the device itself was very small. No bigger than a playing card and maybe a centimeter thick. It had a single blue button on it and four red directional arrows. Luke pressed the blue button and the tiny screen blinked to life. The display read No Sample. Luke tried pressing the other buttons, but the machine just continued to read No Sample. Luke turned the device on its side and saw a little divot at the top. He pressed it and out popped a little box. “Guess that’s where this sample goes,” said Luke to himself. After sipping his coffee, Luke got up and threw it away as he headed out the front door. He looked to his right and saw the alleyway in between the buildings. He walked into it and turned the corner to see Max out of his barista apron. “Eager are we?” asked Luke as walked over to the smaller man. “Look Luke. I gotta say, I’ve never done anything like this before,” said Max as he looked up at the blonde man. “What? Been with a guy?” asked Luke as he knelt down to eye level with Max. “Or been with a guy this big?” Luke bounced his pecs in his tight shirt. Max’s eyes were caught between looking at Luke’s handsome face or his thick pecs. “No, not that. I mean, I haven’t been with a guy as big as you. And that list is a very short one. But I mean, done anything with a guy at my work.” said Max as Luke flexed one of his biceps in his face. “Really? Then what makes me the exception?” Luke stood up to his full height and pushed his bulge forward into Max’s stomach. “Because you’re the biggest man I’ve ever seen and drop dead gorgeous.” Max grabbed onto Luke’s bulge and started caressing it. Marveling at its huge size and feeling his heartbeat through his pants. Luke leaned down and kissed the tiny man and began unbuttoning his tight jeans. Pulling them down and letting his underwear flop out. “Fuck Luke! You’re huge!” “Thanks little guy.” As much Luke liked the service he was being given by his smaller lover, this was not his goal. He had to get a sample of DNA from him so that instead of being worshiped for his size, he could start worshiping his own giant lover. He looked down at Max as he pulled his underwear down and out sprung his 10 inch cock. “Hope you don’t get scared and run because it's so big,” said Luke as Max continued to grope his big body. “Are you kidding? It’s incredible. One of the biggest cocks on the planet.” Max started to go down on Luke’s member. Despite his small size, he was able to suck on Luke’s horse cock with relative ease. That sent shivers up Luke’s spine and he felt a bit of pre leak out into Max’s mouth from his big lemon sized balls. Luke looked down at his tiny lover and saw a tiny tent in his pants. Luke had his sights set on the prize. “I’m not the only one who’s gonna be having all the fun,” said Luke as he wrapped his arms around Max. Picking him up with ease and sitting him down on the dumpster behind him. “I know you’re loving this as much as I am.” Luke grabbed at Max’s pants and almost ripped them off to reveal a small bulge in his underwear. “Sorry, not nearly as impressive as yours,” said Max as Luke pulled down his underwear to reveal his 3 inch cock. “No worries little guy. We all can’t have a body as big as mine,” said Luke as he grabbed onto the little cock and started jerking it off. “But I wish I did. So badly. You have no idea.” Luke furrowed his eyebrow at Max’s comment, but kept jerking him off. “Really? A body this big isn’t as great as people might think it is. Why would you want it?” “I just wish I was bigger. So much bigger. I have always been the smallest and I hate it. I wish I could grow and grow and grow and never stop.” The words alone were making it hard for Luke to hold his load in. “Well you can have my size if you really want it so bad. Would you like that?” asked Luke as he squeezed Max’s cock head. “Yes. I would love that,” said Max out of breath. “Then picture it. You and me here. I’m the small one and you’re the giant. Huge. Bigger than any man has ever been. Taller than me. More muscular than me. More hung than me. Bigger in every way. Unable to find clothes that fit. Can’t walk through doors without turning to the side or ducking through.” Luke looked at Max and he was moaning like crazy and it looked like his body was shaking from the pleasure. He was near the breaking point. He just needed a little push. “I would gladly worship your godly body as you grew even bigger.” That did it and Max started shooting out cum. Luke had also made himself cum after voicing his own personal fantasy to his crush and getting such a good reaction from it. After three quick shots that landed on Luke’s hand, Max laid back on the dumpster in exhaustion. “Fuck that was hot,” said Max out of breath. “Yes it was,” said Luke as he grabbed the device out of his pocket with his other hand. “Here, let me help you clean up. I brought a towel out here in preparation for a mess.” Max reached back behind him and grabbed a white rag towel. “No!” shouted Luke as Max tried to reach for his hand and wipe off his cum. “I mean, no need. I can clean myself. But I would maybe clean off your shoes before you go inside,” said Luke as he pointed at Max’s shoes. They were covered in cum. While Luke jerked him off, his feet were dangling on the edge of the dumpster and when Luke shot his load, they were in the splash zone. “Shit!” said Max as he started wiping off his shoes. “God I hope no one notices.” Max frantically started scrubbing his shoes. “Sorry about that. I promise I’ll make it up to you later,” said Luke as he closed the sample compartment of the device and put it back in his pocket. Luke pulled up his jeans and buttoned them as he looked at Max’s shoes. “I don’t think anyone will notice. You stand behind the counter all day so people will hardly ever see your feet.” “That is true. I’ll just hope and pray that my coworkers just don’t look down,” said Max as he hopped off the dumpster and also pulled up his pants. The two of them stood there staring into each other’s eyes for a moment. Just taking in the other person. “Well, I should really get back in there. This was fun…I guess,” said Max as he started to walk towards the door going back into the coffee shop. “Yeah, it was. Thanks for helping me out,” said Luke as he winked at Max. “I’ll see you around Luke.” “See you around Max.” Luke waved goodbye as the short man walked back to the door to the shop. “Max,” Max turned around to see the big man, “I hope we can do this again. And maybe not in this particular way.” “I’d like that Luke.” Max smiled and waved back to Luke as he went back to work. Luke started to walk back to the front with a bit of spring in his step, but he heard a ding coming from his pocket. He grabbed the device and the screen was different this time. It read: Sample has been added to database. You may now begin doubling. Luke could only grin as he walked back to the front.

Here is the first chapter of a new story commissioned by my lovely commissioner @XbikXBd I promise Simulated Universe is not over! If you have any inquires about commissions, feel free to contact me via DMs! I hope you all enjoy the start to the adventures of a growing polyamorous couple! Chapter 1: In a quaint little town of Valbrook lives a very nice and small community. Population was never one of the driving forces to grow the community, nor was there a strong sense of tourism needed to help out with the city's budgets. Rather, everyone that lived in quaint old Valbrook got along with one another and often had quiet days. Business owners of different shops never expected much of an absurd amount of business, but they each received patronage to get by. Most of the community in Valbrook tended to be men, who often looked to start a quiet life whether by themselves or starting a life with a family. One of these businesses that held position on one of the town's corners like any other business, such as the barbershop, local tailor, and of course, the town's only gym which was headed by quite the specimen. Our shop that we will be focusing on today in this town of Valbrook is called the Sound of Music, a music and records shop. Gifted to him by an uncle who had passed, Razzo had inherited the shop and his new life in the town of Valbrook. Life had not been easy for Razzo, even if he was quite the looker. Having had two failed marriages, Razzo was left with custody of his only son who had recently departed his nest and had been taken to college. As much as he loved his only child, he knew that he would leave Razzo at some point to discover his own path. Even though things got quite lonely over the years, Razzo who was now 37 years old, had managed to find some companionship within the town of Valbrook. Rather, he had found a couple of employees that he had taken quite the fancy to. Personality-wise, Razzo could be a tad bit rigid, which had contributed to his failed marriages. Preferring to be more straight-laced and analytical, it took a certain type of person to be able to get Razzo to break through his tough and solid exterior. Fortunately enough, Razzo had not only found one, but two people to help break through his exterior. It first started with Jack. Jack had recently moved to Valbrook the year prior when he was 18, looking for a new start after coming out to his family. He had been the champion football star of his town and had a lot of pressure on proposing to his girlfriend, but secretly, he knew that would never make him happy. One night, Jack packed up a bag and booked a bus ticket to get far away from his old town and found himself settled in Valbrook. Looking for a job and surviving off the local homeless shelter, Jack managed to impress Razzo enough to work at his shop. At first, Jack was more reserved, but as he began to grow more comfortable around Razzo, he began to open up to the older man. Eventually, Jack had begun to see Razzo as a father figure for himself as his real father was never the type of man to really care about his current achievements. His father was obsessive over what could be rather than what had already been obtained. Having had most of his life handed to him on a silver platter, Razzo pitied the young caucasian boy as he did not have a very strong work ethic. Razzo, on the other hand, learned from his mother the importance of working for the things you want. Razzo’s mother was from Mexico, specifically Guadalajara, and his father from Greece. Razzo’s father met his mother while on vacation and the rest is history, eventually leading to Razzo’s birth in the United States. Taking the time to teach the young man was definitely something Razzo had enjoyed doing, and even missed as he thought of how much of a son Jack was sort of like. Was Jack filling that void for Razzo? Perhaps, but both were very satisfied with what was developing between them. One night as they were closing the store, Jack had opened up to Razzo, and had come out to the older man. Razzo sighed and gave Jack a big bearish embrace telling him he had nothing to worry about, as he wanted to tell him a secret of his own. Razzo was actually bisexual, in which he kept hidden in the dark from his wives and even his own son for the time being. Upon that night's end, the relationship between the two men began to blossom and unfold over the next coming months. Everyday Jack would go to the gym, maintaining and working out his body as he had learned to do when practicing football. After each gym session, he would stop by and pester Razzo before his shift, or even on his days off. When Razzo discovered that Jack was living in the homeless shelter, he had gotten upset that the young boy didn’t tell him his situation. Jack would apologize saying he was “Sorry Dad”, which made Razzo’s large bulky chest puff up. In no time at all, Razzo would take no for an answer, picking up Jack and his things and setting him up in one of his spare bedrooms. Jack would continue to call Razzo father, dad, and pops, which began to stir something inside Razzo, he was starting to like that. Jack’s personality began to come to the forefront once he and Razzo developed a closer bond. Sometimes Jack’s entitlement from his wealthy life would pour into his mannerisms and actions, in which Razzo would scold him and “threaten” him with spanking to be disciplined. Little did Razzo know at the time, Jack liked that idea. When Jack starts becoming attracted to someone, he tends to fall rather hard. Although the two men had developed an interesting relationship with each other, Jack sometimes left little hints here and there to Razzo that he liked him more than just a father figure and good friend. Razzo, who is naturally more keen, picked up the hints but did not act on them…until a year later. Upon his nineteenth birthday, Jack and Razzo had a quiet celebration together in which Razzo offered Jack anything he wanted. Taking that notion in stride, Jack had removed his flimsy party hat that Razzo bought from the local drugstore and sat in the big burly man’s lap. Feeling up Razzo’s big arms and bulky chest, Jack pushed his washboard abs into the older man’s beer gut. After that night, the two had become more than just friends. Jack, having taken the lead, bred the larger man all night long, enjoying the older daddy begging for his young big cock. In the morning, the two had a discussion and came to the conclusion, they would like to start seeing each other, but wanted to keep it a secret from the town. Little time did it take before the two men ended up having a new big variable enter the mix. Alonzo had arrived in town at first to join the city council; there had been a big issue with budgeting that he was supposed to fix. On one of his days off, he decided to visit the town square, tired of having to keep his eyes on a glowing screen and skimming through files. Entering the Sound of Music, the stocky tall african-american man had come into contact with Razzo and Jack. It was love at first sight seeing Alonzo. Both Jack and Razzo had instantly felt an attraction to the man, and couldn’t hide it from one another. That night, they discussed the hot new customer that had visited the shop. Eventually, conversation steered toward the two men being open to having a third join them. Razzo never thought he would ever be open to an open relationship, let alone the potential to a throuple, but plans are never set in stone. Continuing his duties with the city council, Alonzo was able to clean up all debt and even procure some extra funding through different untapped claims that had been underutilized for some time. In his own spare time, the big man decided to take every opportunity he could to get to know the two men that called the record shop home. Wearing a tank-shirt and some shorts, Alonzo strutted in everyday sandals first. Jack and Razzo tended to notice that the big man liked to wear as little as possible when he wasn’t working. Often showing off the ample curves of his stomach and pert rump, alongside larger broad shoulders, the stringed tank top did very little to conceal the mass of the man. Sprinkles of chest hair would poke out of the tank top, with little slips of sweat slinking down the large man. Amongst the three, Alonzo stood the tallest of the three at 6’1. Followed by the other dad-bod man, Razzo, who was 5 '10. Jack was the shortest at 5’8, but by far the cockiest as he began to grow more comfortable around Alonzo. Alonzo noticed the rigidity of Razzo when he interacted with other customers, but noticed how much he softened up when speaking with Jack in particular. Little did Razzo and Jack know, but Alonzo had caught a sneaky glance of the two kissing in the shop before he entered. So that was the dynamic between the two. It definitely piqued Alonzo’s curiosity, and definitely made him want to enact on his attraction he felt for both men. Having the ability to be quite confident in himself, Alonzo prided himself when it came to swooning different types of men, both younger and older, and of each body type. Testing his capabilities, he first began to flirt with the other large man. Complimenting Razzo’s beefy build led Razzo to become a bit dumbfounded. Razzo, although larger and beefier, did not really enjoy his dad-bod as much as Alonzo seemed to. It was no secret that Razzo despised coming to be near 40, the dreaded middle age. No longer being built like a bodybuilder like he was back in college, the pudge that grew on his frame taunted him everytime he saw himself in a mirror. Contrary to Alonzo’s tank tops and shorts, Razzo opted to wear clothing that concealed his budding frame, trying to wear button ups and pants that best hid his aging body. Where Razzo felt some distaste for his body, Jack definitely let him know how much he adored it. Jack would tell Razzo how sexy he was in bed and when alone, which did spark some confidence in Razzo. Albeit, seeing another man with a similar-ish build showing off his own frame did do some wonders of Razzo’s own confidence. He didn’t mind a beefy guy, but struggled with his own self-esteem. Alonzo being the ever so confident man was definitely going to do his best to rub off on the man. Time continued to pass by as Alonzo was coming closer to concluding his duties within the town. Feeling a tinge of sadness of having to leave his routine of seeing the two hot studs, Alonzo went to visit with the bad news. Jack, who was at the shop, was not one to let a guy slip away, especially not one that he and his boyfriend had both confessed they were equally attracted to. Grabbing the large man’s hand, Jack led Alonzo into the backroom, leading him to where Razzo was focusing on knocking out some of the facility's bills. Being the cocky little devil he was, Jack had begun to strip away the tank top that was clinging onto Alonzo’s frame. Gently placing kisses along his neck before becoming more ravenous. Kissing all the way down the man’s chest onto his big belly, Jack gave it a few smack’s before strutting behind him. Alonzo let out a heart chuckle as he let the young stud take full control. Not before long, Jack had pulled down Alonzo’s shorts, his ass and cock fully exposed. The man had been going commando the entire time. While worshiping Alonzo’s body, Alonzo had begun to rub himself, enjoying the young man going to work. Flabbergasted at the show Jack was putting on in front of him, Razzo quickly got up and locked the door, grabbing the boy before apologizing to Alonzo. Instead of being angry, Alonzo pulled Razzo to his lips and started to make out with him, his long thick tongue penetrating Razzo’s mouth. Razzo was in a whirlpool of emotions. Confused, shocked, and most importantly, aroused. This was the very start of something big about to come for the three men. As Alonzo’s duties had concluded, he found he quite liked the town of Valbrook and the companionship he had developed with both Jack and Razzo. It was a no-brainer that he decided to stay, finding some work nearby. Visiting the records shop everyday until his “departure” he opened up with the news that he was planning to remain in the town. Jack and Razzo were beyond elated to find out their new man was deciding to stay within the town. This was a cause to celebrate something new for the three men, something unique yet beautiful. Jack and Razzo had asked Alonzo if he would be open to a dinner date with the two at their house, Razzo offering to barbecue. Alonzo groped his large gut and agreed, saying he hoped Razzo cooked a lot of food. Jack was in love with the prospects of the two large men being around him. He loved how bubbly Alonzo’s ass was, wanting an opportunity to breed him like he did to Razzo each night. Fortunately, after a few drinks, that wish happened. Razzo sucked on Alonzo’s girthy cock while Alonzo was rubbing his large size fourteen feet on the sides of Razzo’s cock. Jack, meanwhile, had taken to Alonzo’s cake as a mighty fine dessert after their barbecue feast. Their celebration continued on for hours, going into the early hours of the morning, and even onto the next day and night. Razzo made sure Alonzo was comfortable enough to stay over in the house, in which Alonzo was more than glad to oblige. Jumping to a few months later, the three men had been living peacefully together under Razzo’s house. A newborn throuple had joined the midst of the world, taking every single moment to revel in each other’s presence. Alonzo had joined the record’s shop as Razzo’s new financial advisor, being able to spend time with his two new lovers. Although the town remained quiet for the moment, something had begun brewing in the world. Another variable ready to not only throw the world into a new era, but a new life for the three men. A new concoction had been mixed and experimented with. Promising the hopes of developing muscle mass and size growth, this drug was called Valorem. Only rumors had been spread around, even some online posts about it becoming an up and coming miracle drug. It tended to only affect the bodies of men, and the results that did work and that were deemed believable were unreal. Mostly sought after by gay and bisexual men, the Valorem serum was deemed a rarity. That was until, it was spotted in the local gym by Jack. Jack had grown pretty close with the owner, having spent everyday at the gym for the last year and a half. The two had a close friendship, and the owner, who was an older guy, was quite fond of Jack. Knowing the drive and hunger that Jack possessed when working out, he knew the young guy was aiming to be the biggest he could be. He enjoyed seeing the high spirits, even offering to personally train Jack for free. Whenever new shipments came to the gym’s shelves, the owner was always ready to offer a sample container for free when it came to Jack. It was no secret that the owner of the gym knew how cocky Jack was, especially when it came to size. He had seen the muscles grow on the once football built boy, now turning into an amateur bodybuilder. Every new youngin’ that came through was being dwarfed by the young college stud. Not to mention, the owner knew Jack had quite the sizeable bulge. Jack had also opened up to the owner about being gay which the owner only smirked and confessed he was also a part of the community. Jack, being the ever so loose lipped, had made it apparent he was dating not only one but two guys, and that they were quite big. Jack always talked about size at the gym, it was his favorite topic. Especially when it came to Valorem. Upon performing his usual inventory checks, the owner had a means of receiving the Valorem serum that Jack had so desperately been talking about. By the next arrival of his new shipment, the owner was ready to give the beauty of what was Valorem to the eager guy. He’d love to see the hulking young boy grow into something spectacular. That is, if the serum would work for him. Unfortunately, there was only a small percentage of men that the drug would actually work for. If, by a stroke of luck, the drug would work, it would affect each individual who injected the drug differently. Originally, Valorem was supposed to be only taken by an injection. However, due to experimenting with the drug, the owner had managed to get their contacts to mix it into a protein powder for a trial run. Creating the canister that contained the protein powder, the owner was very precise in making sure he put an exact number of a proper dosage involved for growing up to three men. Seeing how Jack lit up at the prospects of his huge lovers, he had a feeling Jack may try to get his lovers to try out the miracle serum. Upon finishing his preparations, the owner waited until Jack arrived, waiting to tell him the surprise. Without a hitch, Jack was beyond elated and absolutely overthrown with disbelief that his buddy was able to procure such a rarity. Jack, who was eager to try the stuff right away, decided to try to contain his excitement until he got home, wanting to share the news with his lovers. ===================================================================== “Oh dad’s, your lovely “son” is back home from his rigorous workout with big news. Emphasis on the big!”. Jack belted as he opened the door, quickly locking it with his special gift in a bag being held by his other hand. Alonzo and Razzo were both sipping their morning coffee, Razzo reading a newspaper while Alonzo was scrolling through his phone at the news outlets. Both were only wearing briefs, bellies out and pushing against the family room table, Alonzo’s more so than Razzo’s. Both older men looked up from their activities at their younger lover, gym shirt plastered with sweat from the deep ridges and grooves of his muscled body. Jack’s short gym shorts were hugging his inner thigh, any shorter and he could be warranted for indecent exposure possibly. “What’s with all the yelling so early Jack? I haven’t finished my first cup yet. Bad enough our boyfriend here woke me up with the blender this morning.”, Razzo rolled his eyes, giving a slight glare to Alonzo. Alonzo chuckled and just shook his head. “Well after this news, you’re going to be wide awake you hunk!”. Jack moved over to kiss Razzo on his cheek, feeling the fresh morning stubble that had grown onto the man overnight, Razzo huffed.. Moving over to Alonzo, Jack did the same but was met with an extra kiss on the lips from the extra affectionate man. “So what’s got you belting first thing in the morning? You being a morning lark is bad enough, you don’t have to share your enthusiasm with us two.”, Razzo grumbled. Alonzo got up to wash his mug, giving Razzo a slight punch in the arm playfully. “Leave our boy alone you old grump, he’s full of youth and vigor. He can’t help being excited all the time. I believe you’re the one that enjoys his excitement the most, especially last night.”, Alonzo chided. “Shut up you lumbering bear.”, Razzo punched Alonzo’s arm and rolled his eyes. “Anyways, more about what I’ve been waiting to tell you both, and more importantly, what I’ve been dying to try. I’m sure you two have heard about Valorem right?”, Jack asked eagerly, making eye contact with both men. “Ya never shut up about it, of course we’ve heard about it. What does this have to do with us though?”, Razzo asked, curiosity piqued. “Well, my buddy at the gym pulled a few strings and managed to get me my own little stash of it! All thanks to my good looks, charm, and hard work. You can both start praising me whenever you want. I’m waiting.”, Jack smugly grinned, waiting for the two men to be in awe. Razzo and Alonzo just gave each other a glance, almost as if they were speaking telepathically before Razzo spoke up first, “So you’re saying, that container there on our table, has that supposed mystery drug that’s been going around the internet? Why the hell would you want that?” “Uh because it has the chance to make you grow bigger? Why else? Don’t be such a fuddy duddy pops, it’s not a good look for you. Where’s that confident man with all that swagger I like?” Jack sat down next to Razzo, positioning his hand down toward the older man’s beefy butt. “Flattery ain’t gonna get you everything you want kid.”, Razzo scowled. “It sure can get me close though. What about you, my sexy second daddy? Are you in or are you in?” Jack turned his attention over toward Alonzo. Taking a moment to gather his words, Alonzo liked to prepare what he wanted to say in advance so as to not say the incorrect things, and so he could prepare his dad jokes whenever he could. Once he found out that Jack and Razzo had a father son dynamic going on, he offered to join in. After a pause of his thinking, the man spoke, “From what I and Razzo have seen and read, it’s still a pretty new drug that can have irreversible effects on a man's body. Plus, we don’t know if it has negative side effects besides that alleged growth. Those photos could be photoshopped son! How would you feel if you bloated up like a cow and ended up on the moo-spaper?” Jack and Razzo made brief eye contact with each other, unamused at that one. Alonzo had some jokes here and some good punchlines, but this was not one of those times. “I see I’ll need to workshop that one.” Alonzo pouted. “I’ve told you before, they weren’t photoshopped! I even gave you both a demonstration with photoshop itself to see if it was. Besides that point, the only negative side effect of the serum is that it might not work. But if we take the chance and it does, we could see some incredible gains!” Jack passionately explained, one palm on the table and the other clenched as if he was delivering an epic speech to a crowd of two unwilling volunteers. “Okay bud, number one, what do you mean we? Number two, what if Alonzo and I don’t want to grow? Number three, who said we are going to allow you to put that stuff into your young body. God you youngin’s are so impressionable.”, Razzo reached over, grabbing the container, reading the instructions that had been printed and labeled onto the packaging. “I thought it was only injections too. Why the hell do you have this as a powder form?’ Razzo continued to nag on. “This is the latest stuff my lovely over-analytical daddy. Now, to answer your questions, we are a throuple, we do everything together. Two, we both know Alonzo loves showing off his body, even if he is too lazy to wear anything different than his usual choices.” Jack pointed to the biggest man in the room. “He’s got a point there babe. Speaking of, the cereal is too far away…can you grab it for me Jack? Pretty please with a daddy on top?” Alonzo pleaded. He was too comfortable where he was at. How could Jack deny such a cutie? Obtaining the cereal, he returned it to Alonzo before continuing on with his little speech, “Thank you for that my LOVING boyfriend”, Jack side-eyed Razzo before continuing, “As I was saying, and for number three, I’m an adult and can do what I want. I know you both love acting like my dads and love when I call you that in bed and in private, but I get to make my own decisions.” Jack began to peel off his sweaty tank. “Again, he’s got another point babe. He is an adult, who are we to deny our lovely son the potential to grow up big and strong like his dad’s?” Alonzo had finished eating his cereal, putting it into the sink and walked over to Razzo. Putting his beefy arms over his boyfriend’s neck, rubbing his beard into Razzo’s shoulder’s. Razzo kept his eyes closed, pondering the proposition and points his boyfriend was using to combat his logic. Alonzo’s beard rub was also a nice touch too. Alonzo began to coo into his boyfriend's ear, “What’s the harm in letting our boy try it out? He’s been doing such a good job at the gym, he deserves a big reward doesn’t he babe?” “Aghh, fine, you know I can’t say no to you.”, Razzo spoke gruffly, rubbing his head into Alonzo’s beard. Alonzo moved the position of his hands to massage Razzo’s neck. “However, I didn’t say I would be partaking in this.” “Whatever pops. Thanks for getting our boyfriend to see my point, Alonzo. When this thing works for me, I’ll make sure to give you both a big reward.” Jack wiggled his eyebrows at the two men. He loved filling their big daddy bubble butts whenever he received the opportunity. According to the history of Valorem, the serum has enhanced the size of male genitalia. Already heavily gifted at an erect size of ten inches, Jack wondered how much larger he could get his cock to grow with the assistance of the serum. “Alright, you two. I gotta finish packing to go to that damn convention Alonzo got me roped into. You’re a wiz when it comes to numbers and I am grateful for what you’ve done for our shop, but damn you to hell for making branding deals. You know I hate flying.”, Razzo was unamused, already feeling displeased at the thought of flying in such a cramped aircraft. “Don’t blame me for getting you ahead of the game. With this deal, we’re gonna be set. That little shop of yours is gonna soar sky high stud.”, Alonzo grinned, pleased with his handy work. “I just don’t like being gone for too long. Two weeks is such a long time. Especially when away from my two guys, you know that.”, Razzo was not one to overly share his emotions, but he felt most vulnerable when away from his support system. “See Jack, your daddy has a soft spot for us!” Alonzo cooed. “Enough sentiments you old lug, go get packing. Your flight leaves tonight.” Jack, who had fully stripped into nothing but his jockstrap, was ready to take a shower. “We raised an exhibitionist didn’t we?”, Alonzo chided. “You did, not me.”, Razzo spoke, waving his hand as he left to go upstairs to finish packing the items he would need for his two week trip. Waiting for Razzo to stumble out of the room, still groggy from waking up, Alonzo moved over to the container of powder in which contained the Valorem. Reading the instructions, Alonzo’s face turned as if he had an idea. Jack watched with intent as he watched his boyfriend seemingly come up with a plan. “Let me guess, you’re on the same page about seeing if he can grow too?”, Jack inquired, smirking at Alonzo. Returning with a devilish smile, Alonzo replied, “Bingo.You know I love to play pranks on your other dad. Remember the time I kept messing with the power at the store during Halloween when he was working late that night?” “I remember the yelling and lecture you got from my room. Then the loud breeding until I had to go and shut you both up with my cock.”, Jack recalled. “So what’s the plan, big guy? How are we going to make sure our boyfriend sees things our way?” Jack picked up his gym clothes, slinging them over his arm. “Morally, I know it’s wrong to give someone something that they are not asking for, especially this serum, but I know our boyfriend will see things our way if he gets a taste of what this could potentially do for us. Plus he owes me for breaking my favorite watch.”, Alonzo explained while walking over to grab one of Jack’s blender bottles that the throuple shared. “Go on, I’m liking what I’m hearing so far…” Jack trailed off. “So, when our lovely boyfriend is about to take his supplements and vitamins in about I don’t know, ten minutes as he always forgets to take them after his coffee, we slip him some of this in his water when he downs them. What do you think?” Alonzo already prepped the water, pouring the appropriate amount of Valorem powder into the cup, stirring it with a spoon. Thankfully, the water’s consistency and color did not change. It looked damn near invisible. “This is why I love you big guy. Great minds think alike! Now, how about we get some of that powder into our system? I can’t wait any longer!” Jack went over to kiss his boyfriend, both stared at the water excitedly. ===================================================================== According to plan, ten minutes later Razzo did his usual spiel about forgetting to take his supplements and vitamins, downing the Valorem-enhanced water. Jack was in the shower, while Alonzo minded his own business seeing if Razzo had any reaction. Just as intended, the man seemed to notice nothing. Alonzo and Jack had already ingested their own helping of Valorem-enhanced water. According to discussions about the serum, one dose should be taken every six weeks. Within the first two weeks, anyone who had received Valorem in their system would either see changes or if they did not, it just didn’t mesh with their biology. Acting as if he would never see them both again, Razzo gave both of his boyfriends repeated physical affection all day until he had to take a taxi to the airport for his flight. Razzo would be gone for the next two weeks, so the house was going to be all just for Alonzo and Jack! Both men were so excited to see if the serum would affect their bodies that they decided to promise one another that if they noticed any changes, they would say something right away. Too excited to sleep, Jack was the most boned he had been since he could remember. Sneaking into Razzo and Alonzo’s room, he found Alonzo sleeping naked on the bed. Jack’s rock hard ten inch cock stood at full rigid attention. Approaching the bed, Jack crept up quietly, hearing the light snores of the large man. Preparing his sneak attack, Jack lunged onto the bed, landing on the big guy's belly perfectly. Alonzo, who was startled awake, noticed the young boy straddling his belly. Feeling that familiarly large cock poking into his belly, Alonzo grinned knowing exactly what Jack wanted. Alonzo was always happy to oblige. As the days passed, Alonzo and Jack spent the days with their normal routine. While Razzo was away on his work meeting, he had left Alonzo in charge of the records shop in which Jack kept pouting. Razzo specifically stated the biggest man got to be in charge and even though Jack was the biggest when it came to muscles, he had nothing on Alonzo’s height and overall weight. Whenever the day ended however, the two men would hump like rabbits. Jack was a complete top, so he was always filling that round smooth ebony bubble butt. Alonzo, who was verse, was more than happy to take his young lover’s powerful cock. Every thrust sent Alonzo’s legs into a quiver. Five days had passed since the two men had been house sitting when Jack was the first to notice a change. Unfortunately, that change was not on himself. Every morning and night Jack would sneak measurements of himself to see if something had changed, but he was always met with disappointment. That would stop him from persevering through, he was determined to see himself grow from the dosage he had received. No, the change he noticed was with his boyfriend, Alonzo. While getting ready for a movie night, Alonzo emerged with a bowl of popcorn. Upon entering the room, Jack noticed that his boyfriend’s head was closer to the doorframe than it used to be. Alonzo’s favorite loungey shirt he was wearing also seemed to be riding up his stomach as well. Alonzo typically ate a fair amount, but in the last couple days, Jack had not noticed his boyfriend eating more than he did on an ordinary day. Alonzo’s belly definitely looked a lot fuller as of late. Not wanting to relay the information to his boyfriend, Jack was feeling quite mischievous. Planting his head onto the bulging belly, he could hear his boyfriend’s tummy gurgling, almost as if there were little bubbles inside popping constantly. Even as he sat on the couch, Jack noticed Alonzo’s head was higher than normal. It looks like the Valorem mixed well with Alonzo’s biology! Jack was happy for his boyfriend, but also feeling a tad bit discouraged. If the Valorem had luckily worked for Alonzo and had already begun to take effect on day five, then what about himself? Bursting his pondering, Jack couldn’t help but notice a treasure trail leading from his boyfriend’s belly button down to his crotch had appeared. When did that happen? Alonzo typically only kept a beard and some slight chest hair. Having explored Alonzo’s body many times, Jack was quite fond of seeing some hair growth on his daddy. Another three days had passed when Jack noticed another change. Arriving home from the gym, Jack was feeling horned up. Today was push day, and Jack pushed himself hard. The gym’s owner who had gifted Jack the Valorem had asked if he had tried it yet. Jack said he hadn’t seen any gains quite yet, but noticed some in his boyfriend. The owner whistled when Jack told him, telling him it will be kicking in for him soon no doubt. However, after his training session he took his measurements with the gym owner. Although Jack hadn’t seen any increase in height or in his dick, one victory was that he had gained 5 pounds in muscle! Guess that’s what his buddy meant when he said it’d be kicking in soon! Jogging back home, Jack was ecstatic and finding out his gains. Opening the door, Jack was ready to tell his boyfriend about his size increase when he found him huffing in the foyer, trying to slide his feet into his sandals. It was no secret Alonzo had large feet, naturally he was an astounding size fourteen in that department. It made shoe shopping a hassle which is why the daddy opted to wear sandals as they were the easiest shoe to find in his size. What used to be an easy shoe to slide into that is. The foot being shoved into that sandal was no longer a size fourteen. Alonzo’s heel was sticking out quite a bit while his toes hung over the tops like a cliff. “I swear my favorite pair of sandals shrunk!” Alonzo grunted, frustrated. “Are you finally going to acknowledge that you are bigger? Or have you just not noticed yet, stud?” Jack winked. Realizing the situation, Alonzo looked dumbfounded that he didn’t even consider the fact his foot could have grown. Hell, he even forgot he took the Valorem with Jack. Jack on the other hand, was the more studious one of the two when it came to observing not only his own body, but also Alonzo’s. “Hate to be the one to ruin the surprise dad, but you’ve grown.” Jack grinned in a feral manor, lust in his eyes, Witnessing his big daddy boyfriend get even bigger? That was a fantasy come true. “I guess I have been feeling a bit heftier, but I thought it was just my imagination.” Alonzo chuckled, bending down to reach for his now too small sandals when both the men became distracted with a loud ripping sound. Turning his neck, Alonzo could see that his favorite shorts had ripped down the seams of his crack. His meaty bubble butt looked much fatter than usual. “I guess not just my feet had grown huh boy?” A giant tent pitched Jack’s gym shorts. No words were spoken, just a loud thump as Jack threw himself onto the big daddy. Right in the foyer, Jack had jumped the larger man. Using his strength he worked on everyday at the gym, Jack turned Alonzo over. Alonzo’s bulging belly rested on the cold tile floor, making him shudder. Reaching for the already ripped seams, Jack flexed his biceps, ripping open the seams further until the entirety of Alonzo’s shorts had been decimated completely. Exposed to the morning air was that beautifully smooth ebony ass that Jack loved so much. “Come here big daddy, I used to be up a little bit above your chest. Now, I’m barely near your nipples!” Jack waved his hand in front of the man, comparing their sizes. “As for that ass, you used to be smuggling a pound cake back there, now you are developing a full on wedding cake! Your shorts were snug before, but the tops of your briefs are literally jutting out over the top! How were you going to go out like this?” Alonzo purred as Jack continued to show off his big daddy like a prize winning bull at a county fair. “Not to mention, these big feet of yours.” Jack had come close to Alonzo, putting his feet onto the much larger man’s. Jack’s entire foot rested on Alonzo’s and still had spare room to move on it both in length and in width. Alonzo wiggled his toes, feeling the light weight of Jack’s average sized foot onto his gargantuan one. Alonzo had added more junk to his trunk than both men had anticipated. Alonzo craning his neck to look down at his feral boyfriend, admiring their newly developed height difference had Jack’s eyes bulging out, watching just how massive he was growing compared to his young lover. Alonzo broke eye contact to crane his neck back at his feet then at his large assets resting on the back of his body. It was now larger than Razzo’s big beefy butt! Razzo’s big butt had always been the biggest amongst the three men, and had caused Razzo to carry a complex with him all his life, but that ass is what drove both Jack and Alonzo wild. Jack wasted no time ogling the larger daddy any longer, he dashed behind Alonzo, spreading the massive cheeks and began darting his talented tongue on the pulsing hole. Alonzo groaned and moaned, feeling that his hole felt extra sensitive today. Jack’s strong hands gripped each cheek so hard that they began to turn red where his palms spread them. Alonzo could feel himself growing erect, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as he was being eaten out. Too caught up in the pleasure coming from his hole, Alonzo didn’t even notice his erection was a tad bit larger than normal. Needing to grip onto the wall for support, Alonzo reached forward, causing his big hand to thud as it crashed into the wall upon contact. As an ass eating champion, Jack was not going to let his prey get away from him so easily. Even after he felt a pool of cum spurt from where Alonzo’s cock had been pointing, little drips sliding down from the wall where the cock was pointed, Jack still continued to eat out the man. Thank god the records shop was closed today, since both men were by no means leaving the house at all! Fuck the grovery shopping they were supposed to be doing! All day long, Jack showed his dominance over the large daddy. He ate him out on the kitchen island, on the couch, on the staircase, in the shower, and of course, on the bed. After countless orgasms from being eaten out, Alonzo didn’t know how he could still be so hard. Jack, on the other hand, kept edging himself the entire time. Every room that the two men encountered, Jack would make comments at Alonzo’s size. Comparing Alonzo’s beefed rump to the size of the kitchen island, which was actually becoming a bit dwarfed by the man. The staircase creaking under Alonzo’s increased weight. Both men struggled to fit into the shower stall at first, Jack having to leave the shower door open a bit just so Alonzo’s ass had room to move when he turned around. After all the foreplay, Jack was ready to take his prize. “Ready for round two big guys? Now it’s time for me to fill up that juicy ass of yours.”, Jack licked his lips. Alonzo grunted as he felt the familiarly large tip of Jack’s cock finally push its way into his tight ring. ===================================================================== Musk was the only aroma that filled the entire house. Even after trying to light a couple candles, the scent of cum and sex seemed to be pressed deep into the house walls. Alonzo and Jack had their libido’s put into overdrive. Together with Razzo, the three were always horny. Without the big man of the house, the two felt like they couldn’t fully get off without their third lover. That plus with the growth of Alonzo, there was very little rest and downtime going on. Even on the days that Jack and Alonzo had to oversee the records shop, they needed to make time to have sex breaks in the back. Alonzo hoped Razzo would not get pissed that he and Jack were fucking and sucking in every position in the back room. He prayed that Razzo wouldn’t look at the security feeds while on vacation either. The last thing he needed was an angry scolding from their lover. Alonzo was also adjusting to his growing size. He absolutely loved showing off his growth to Jack, and loved that Jack had now put on ten pounds of muscle! It may not sound like much, but it definitely made a difference on that boy's physique. A couple customers had to take a couple looks to see if what they saw was actually real. Alonzo had by now grown to an incredibly tall 6 '5, which was comparably noticeable when he used to be an already above average 6' 1. In order to not cause any room for gossip, Jack and Alonzo agreed if Alonzo were to work the front, he would need to be sitting down so people wouldn’t suspect anything suspicious. Besides his height, Alonzo’s new pair of sandals were definitely something to behold. His once size fourteen feet had grown to a massive pair of size seventeens! No shoe store at the local outlet had shoes in his size until the two men took a trip to the local Men’s Big and Tall store. It was only one of two pairs in that size, and Alonzo was relieved that out of the two styles of shoes in that size, one was in the style of sandals. Opting to still dress in his usual attire, whenever it got slow during the day Alonzo would open up his button up shirt, exposing his slightly bigger chest to the cool fans set up around the shop. His big belly was often pushing up against the counter, half of it sitting above the counter now. Hearing the bell chime, Alonzo scrambled to try buttoning up his shirt, doing his best to suck in his gut, attempting to button at lightning speed. Footsteps followed toward the counter, Alonzo grew panicked and hurried, trying not to look indecent for business. “It’s your favorite guy! I brought ice cream.” Jack cheered. Alonzo looked up excited at his young lover, he could feel his tummy gurgling at the thought of being nourished with the sweet delectable cream of an ice cream bar. Growing alongside the size of his belly was the size of his appetite. Every single food item these days had begun to look tasty to Alonzo, making his tummy gurgle and shudder as if it was parched, it needed something to feed its growth. “Of course, I only brought ice cream for myself. Sorry big guy.”, Jack laughed, watching his trick to curb Alonzo’s enthusiasm had worked. Alonzo just rolled his eyes, he should have known better coming from that little stinker. Alonzo was relieved, it was just his boyfriend though. Not realizing he was holding in his breath to hold back his gut, he let out a long exhale. Audible thwacks and pops could be heard as the buttons that attempted to hold back the growing monster gut burst off the man’s shirt. Alonzo’s large gut bulged and smacked into the counter, belly button pushing hard. The treasure trail had grown up a bit further on the gut. “I’m glad it’s just you. I thought it was a customer. I was trying to look decent.”, Alonzo chuckled, looking at the remains of his shirt. Guess he needed to go shopping again for a new wardrobe. “As you can tell, this new diet I am on is currently working wonders on my slim figure. I look like I am near a size two, don't you think Jack?” Alonzo spoke in a mocking serious tone, cradling his belly as if he was in a maternity photoshoot. Jack continued to taunt his daddy lover with the ice cream bar he had bought on his way back from one of the other shops. Lifting his large arm, Jack put down a bag that he was carrying with his other hand onto the counter, beside Alonzo’s belly. It had become customary over the last two weeks that whenever Jack saw Alonzo, he would give him a few belly rubs. Mindlessly rubbing Alonzo’s belly, Jack would often get lost at admiring the heft one of his daddies had developed. He sure was enjoying his daddy’s growth. Jack was curious to see if his other daddy lover would also enjoy the enhancements that were brought about to Alonzo. Speaking of his other daddy, he remembered what he wanted to say, “So, I bought this little gift for our boyfriend since he is coming home tomorrow morning. I’m using it for leverage in the scenarios of “Oh my gosh we missed you so much! We missed you the entire time”,” Jack mimicked in a high pitch voice, then proceeded to go back to his normal pitch, “Or in the scenario the Valorem worked on him and he is pissed that we gave him the serum without him asking.” “Good call. I’m glad you thought of a consolation gift in case he’s pissed. You know how your daddy can get when he gets angry. I’ve been wanting to call him but I know what he is like when he’s super focused. So I’ve just been texting him throughout his trip.”, Alonzo poked at the bag, investigating the contents inside. Low and behold, that little stinker did get him something. A pre-packed chocolate cake. One of Alonzo’s guilty pleasures, or rather, an all the time pleasure he only felt guilty about if he couldn’t finish consuming it all in one sitting. “Has my other big daddy been in a good or foul mood then?” Jack asked, continuing to lick his fruit flavored bar. Watching the bearish older man unpack his dessert, Jack watched as the tattered shirt began to drape itself off of Alonzo’s body. A loud rumbling noise could be heard from the man’s gut, and a slight lurch of the stomach caused Jack to take a second glance. It looked as if the gut was sentient, ready to pounce on the dessert in front of him. No wonder Alonzo could barely keep that sexy ball-gut locked up. “From what he has told me, he’s been super busy having to be social, which you know he is not the fondest of. The flight went well, obviously since he has a pulse, we can assume he’s fine. Razzo also mentioned that he’s going to punish you for being a stinker. He wasn’t very specific on that, but he knows you’ve probably been up to no good. I may have told him you’d been telling me that I am the daddy you love more.”, Razzo laughed, watching Jack’s face contort and turn sour at the thought of their boyfriend calling him out, but it was true, he was being a stinker the last few days. Alonzo wasn’t completely wrong either, he had been receiving more of Jack’s love of late considering his other daddy decided to leave the two boys all to their lonesome, forcing them to fend for themselves in this cold dark horny world. “Whatever, we both were stinkers by sneaking him the Valorem. I’m curious to know if it worked on him. What do you think?” Jack reached for his head, feeling a light brainfreeze coming on. “You know I love playing tricks as much as the next guy, I’m hoping it did and then some. I also slipped your daddy some viagra with a little note, and scribbles of our beautiful faces saying to not miss us too much.”, Alonzo let out a hearty chuckle. “It sounds like you are asking for trouble, big daddy. Anyways, hurry up and get to eating that cake. I don’t want it to go bad after all the effort I went through to be nice.”, Jack smugly stated. Picking up the boxed cake, Jack placed it on Alonzo’s gut, watching the gut balance the prize it so desperately desired. “Looks like we’ll find out tomorrow morning. Now hurry up and clock in, I can’t work out here with my shirt busted. Your daddy has been hard at work and wants his reward!” Alonzo stood up to his new height, belly swaying as he headed to the back, letting Jack take his position at the front counter. Alonzo managed to keep the boxed cake balanced on his stomach for a little bit, which was impressive. Not wanting to risk his reward falling and causing the world’s most diabolical devastation known to man, Alonzo gripped the contents with his larger hands. In the back, Alonzo happily unboxed the cake and dove into it like a feral animal. Chocolate frosting covering his beautifully thick lips, large tongue lapping away at the spongy cake texture. Alonzo’s belly quivered in delight at finally receiving some satiation. His stomach had gone hungry for at least two hours. Upon finally finishing the cake, Alonzo sat back in the office chair satisfied, letting out a few burps and moans as he felt how hard his big belly had become after feasting. Razzo was in for a big treat tomorrow morning.

This guy is about a muscle growth pandemic there's an old thread here on giganticbest there's also an artist on twitter who is making animations about the this hopefully the artists writers write history here maybe even I'll be inspired and write too https://twitter.com/SuperGary10/status/1686012416948142080?t=y_78to0gek3zvM-okk5WAw&s=19 If my writing is wrong, I'm sorry I don't speak English I'm from Brazil, including hi to all Brazilians on this forum

inspired by and with permission of Ultrabeef m/f take on New Year, New You “So, um what are you doing after the holidays, Wendy?” Brian asked sheepishly, his cheeks suddenly becoming a brighter shade of red. “Oh, not much, Brian,” Wendy adjusted her narrow tortoise-shell glasses, “What about you?” “Oh, I’m just having a quiet evening at home. Alone. I guess”, Brian mumbled with some embarrassment. “Well, why don’t you come over to my place to ring in the new year?” Wendy smiled, “I’m all alone, you’re all alone. That’s no way to celebrate!” “Really?” Brian’s smile beamed, “I’d…I’d really like that. Thanks, Wendy”. “Here’s my address” Wendy texted Brian, “Come over around 9pm? Nothing fancy, just to hang out”. “Uh sure thing, Wendy! See you Saturday!” Brian grabbed his coat and rushed out of the lab. Wendy just smiled to herself. She had first met Brian four months ago when he was a student in the same undergraduate biochemistry course as her. The shy, quiet undergrad was very bright and a talented young scientist. Wendy and Brian had immediately formed a connection, although Wendy was too shy to pursue any more of a relationship than being lab partners. Brian was inexperienced in pursuits of the opposite sex, having always had more interest in science. But had Wendy had finally made Brian interested in more than just science? Over the past few months Wendy had grown very fond of her exemplary lab partner, and Brian hoped to become her partner in even more ways out of the lab. Brian was determined to make the most of this opportunity with Wendy but was not confident that he was all the man that she might be looking for. On New Year's Eve, Brian dressed in his best pair of jeans and a vintage green sweater from the local thrifty shop. With him he brought a bottle of champagne that he had slightly changed the contents of himself. Using an inexpensive brand of bubbly, the only kind that he could afford, his advanced awareness of biochemistry, and his privileged after-hours access to the labs, Brian had created what he hoped would lead to the New Year's toast of a lifetime. “What’s this?!” Wendy asked, taking the bottle from Brian upon his arrival at her apartment. “It’s some special champagne, for New Years! Hoping that maybe it can be the beginning of a big new year for the both of us,” Brian smiled. Wendy looked more closely at the bottle and read Brain's handmade label “Glow-Up Vineyards Champagne." Wendy laughed, “I'm not quite sure what that means, but sounds like it might help on the road to bigger, better things...” Feeling a bit nervous herself and hoping this evening of new beginnings might lead to more than just a first date, Wendy wasted no time popping open the bottle and pouring out two glasses. She couldn’t help but notice how nice Brian looked, though no striking physical specimen, he was thoughtfully wearing what she forgot she had once mentioned as her favorite color. “I remember when we first walked into class together, feeling so much like kids, still with so much to learn.” Brian blushed, “Well, thanks for putting up with this kid in all of our labs together these past few months, Wendy.” “To spending more time putting up with each other,” Wendy smiled and clinked her glass with Brian. Wendy made sure to top off both her own glass and Brian's as they continued to empty them throughout the evening. After playing a few board games with New Year’s Eve special music playing on the TV behind them, both of them were feeling very relaxed and were sitting on the floor in front of the living room sofa trying to find all the hidden pictures in Wendy's favorite time killing app on her iPad. “We’re such dorks aren’t we?” Wendy grinned, the alcohol strong on her breath. “We sure are…but I love it!” Brian grinned back, his own brain feeling cloudy from the cheap champagne concoction. Brain had spent many sleepless nights in the lab developing a formula that would have an effect on only the male human species and was becoming aware of its present effects. There was a moment where they both just stared at each other grinning before Brian felt embarrassed and his cheeks flushed red. Brian was feeling a little embarrassed by Wendy's attention and his own anticipation, not to mention somewhat tipsy from the champagne and clumsily stood up from the floor, grasping the coffee table and couch as he did. “Sorry, Wendy. I need to use your bathroom." Brian's heart rate began to increase as he headed down the hallway in the direction that Wendy was pointing. “Don’t take too long, the countdown is starting soon!” Wendy called after him as the footage of Times Square revelers flashed across the TV screen. She pulled herself up onto the couch and started collecting the empty glasses to carry to the kitchen. “Jeez! I can’t believe we drank this whole bottle so fast!” Wendy mumbled as she picked up the empty champagne bottle and shook her head with a strange smile, remembering that Brian was eager to out drink her by about two glasses to one. Meanwhile, in the bathroom Brian's head was swimming and not just from the alcohol. He had actually stopped to take a leak and was holding his dick in his hand as it began to grow thicker and longer. “Uhhh…my god!” Brian whimpered softly as pleasure flooded his body. Brian could feel his body heating up as his sweater started to stick to his sweaty torso. Mindlessly zipping up his jeans, Brian licked his lips, eager for the results of his experiment to expose themselves. “Here we go...” Brian muttered as suddenly another wave of pleasure hit, this time even stronger than before. “Ohhh…uhhh… shit!” Brian whispered as he gripped the bathroom counter to steady himself. He watched as his hands swelled larger and their strength enabled him to lessen his grasp. He could swear that his forearms were bigger too and saw pronounced veins beginning to appear on his arms. “Rrrr…fuck!” Brian moaned as his body continued to swell. He could see the sweater being pulled tight by his chest that had seemingly gone wild with growth. Two huge melons of muscle were threatening to burst his top open if the thinned knitting failed. Maybe it was just the dim lighting in the bathroom, but Brian couldn’t help but feel good about the changes he saw so far. Brian struggled to get the now soaked sweater off. As he did he caught sight of himself in the bathroom mirror. His formerly unremarkable torso was now completely ripped. His soft belly had a ripped six pack, and he had beautiful plump pecs where just minutes ago there had been just a flat chest. “Oohhh…shit…rrrrrr!” Brian moaned as he cupped his big muscle tits. His larger hands grazed his bigger and more sensitive nipples as he cupped his ample pec flesh. Brian then reached up to touch his widening jaw as a dusting of blond scruff covered it. Brian marveled as how much bigger his hand was and then noticed his bulging bicep. “Holy shit!” Brian flexed his bigger arms, blue veins snaking under his pale flawless skin. As Brian’s shoulders widened, he was mesmerized by the total uber stud that was forming in the reflection in the mirror. Brian’s curly hair lengthened and lightened so that he looked like an insanely handsome Viking warrior. His face thinned out with high chiseled cheek bones replacing his previously puffy cheeks. His lips plumped up as his eyes turned a brilliant green. Through those perfect eyes, Brian saw himself continuing to undergo his metamorphosis. “I... I didn't expect the changes to be this extreme!” Brian moaned, his voice dropping an octave as his neck thickened and his Adam’s apple became more pronounced. Brian’s thin legs were hardening into pillars of muscle topped by monster quads and a dusting of hair filled out across his pubic area and formed an exposed treasure trail above his waistline. The next wave of pleasure dropped him to his knees, and he heard his jeans tear open and felt cool air on his exposed glutes. Brian could feel his body growing more powerful as his thickening legs and ass burst through the remnants of his jeans. He pulled himself up from the floor on legs twice as strong as before and saw his reflection once again. “These... these changes are... incredible!” Brian gasped at the massive hulking brute staring back at him wearing nothing but tight boxer briefs. A huge bodybuilder with wide boulder shoulders, massive chest, and huge veiny arms was all that he saw. Brian reached down and patted his solid muscle gut. His abs were hard as a rock and heavy. Below this hard six-pack was a longer, meatier cock that was becoming solid as steel. Brian easily tore through the thinning fabric of his underwear, releasing his obscene bulge from its weakened confines. Brian turned sideways and marveled at how much space he took up in the small apartment bathroom. His big bubble butt was high and tight and his legs were thick and bulging with muscle. “Oh shit…I'm almost unrecognizable!” Brian gazed at the chiseled jaw and cheekbones covered with darkening blond stubble. Brian's body had taken on the look of some roided super soldier, despite his longer hair. Instinctively, Brian began pumping his big, beautiful cock as he flicked his nipple with his free hand. “Rrrrppphh! Fuuuuckk!” Every muscle in his growing body seemed to swell in response to his need for release, engorging themselves until each one was as hard as the heavy meat he was handling. Brian moaned as his sprayed cum all over Wendy’s bathroom counter and mirror. He lazily smiled at the he-man he had become in the reflection now dripping with his seed. "Ohhhh... Wendy!" After being lost in unforetold ecstasy for a moment, Brian remembered the ultimate target of his experiment, and now wondered if she would recognize him at all. Naked, Brian staggered out of the bathroom to make his way into the living room, marveling at how his muscular thighs rolled around each other and changed how he walked. “Just 15 minutes until midnight!” Wendy called, still facing away from him with Ryan Seacrest beaming on the TV. But soon, she heard the sound of the floor creaking and labored breathing from behind her. “Wendy...” Brian's deep voice rumbled. Wendy turned around and gasped at the sight of a muscular angel with long blond hair standing in the hallway, his fat cock leaking onto the carpet. “B…Brian?!” Wendy stammered, her voice seeming amazed yet unsurprised. “Yeah. I…I’ve changed.” Brian sheepishly tried to cover his massive cock with his hands. “Yeah. It looks like you've had a major glow-up.” Wendy bit her lip and winked an eye, then slowly looking the muscle stud she was alone with up and down. “Wendy…I... I did this for you.” Brian stammered. They both stared at each other for a moment before an evil, cocky smirk crossed Wendy’s face and she purred, “Maybe I helped you do it for us." Suddenly, Brian remembered equipment strangely being out of place each time he returned to his late night lab sessions. " You are not the only advanced biochem student in our class. Maybe I added a little something to your chemical measurements between your visits to the lab, to help with your... glow-up.” Brian looked shocked for a moment until the same cocky smirk crossed his beautiful face, “Then you knew... and you wanted this too”. “A few chemical enhancements leading to bigger physical enhancements. I think maybe I wanted even more than you ever imagined.” Wendy softly growled as she twisted her right toe into the floor, secretly gushing inside. Brian bounced his pecs feeling more and more confident in his new body and this new situation. “And you wanted a dick this big, didn’t you baby?” Brian smirked. He crossed the room to Wendy as she craned her neck, now needing to look up at her much taller lab partner. He leaned down slowly and began to kiss her passionately on the lips, feeling his female partner's delicate hands against his solid pecs, the bulging muscles of his chest more than overflowing her grasp. Wendy returned the kiss exploring her partner's mouth with her tongue. She was as excited about his bigger, better body as her secret involvement in its evolution. Suddenly Wendy felt Brian reach around and cup her own ass under her dress in his hands. "Uh..fuck… your ass is gorgeous!” Brian smacked it playfully. “You like that sexy butt?” Wendy playfully asked as she backed away for just a second to take her dress off quickly, revealing a body out of any teenage boy's wet dream. Firm, bouncing breasts spilled out of a once fitting bra and tight, skimpy panties contained a newly improved rear end. "Looks like Wendy figured out how to make female enhancement part of your 'secret' formula," she purred. The world-class lingerie model that Wendy had become then lowered herself between Brian’s monster quads, kissing his ripped pecs and abs along the way. “I like this big cock of yours,” Wendy cooed, playfully touching Brian’s hardening dick and causing it to bob up and down. “Yeah, baby? What are you gonna do with it?” Brian guided Wendy’s head onto his cock and moaned as his partner took the massive rod into her mouth. “Oh fuck!” Brian moaned as Wendy sucked him off. Struggling at first with its size, she soon worked his meat like a master, hungrily deep throating and devouring her massive man. Meanwhile the countdown had begun on the TV. “3…2…1…Happy New Year!” the TV revelers cheered as Brian emptied his load of hot cum into Wendy’s hungry mouth. Wendy slowly stood up, swallowing Brian’s massive load as she dizzily got to her feet. Then taking her finger, Wendy caught some of Brian’s cum leaking from her lips. She licked it off with her eager tongue and sucked the soaked digit hard, making Brian hard as well. She moaned, “Mmmm…Your muscle cum tastes so good." She looked up at him playfully pleading, "I need more." Her former lab partner and current growth experiment was happy to inform her, " There's plenty more where that came from. Happy New Year, baby!” Brian then leaned down to kiss the girl who was now his, from this new year through all new years to come. “Happy New Year, stud.” She stood on her tiptoes and kissed Brian in return, and they both hugged each other in a passionate embrace, the sexy young woman surrounded by the throbbing muscle of her man. “I have a feeling this is going to be the best year ever,” Wendy murmured, then feeling herself slowly rise off her feet, her ass being cupped in one hand by her bodybuilder boyfriend. Lifted face to face, she brushed Brian’s long hair back and felt her pumped up partner’s big plump lips with her thumb. “Me too!” Brian growled, “And I want to spend it with no other partner but you.” Whispering as softly as possible in his ultra husky voice, Brian continued, "Let’s start the year off with me fucking that beautiful body of yours”. As he lowered her to the ground, Wendy grinned and dragged her fingertip through the tight spaces between Brian's pecs and abs. "My only New Year's resolution is to let your sexy body do whatever its wants to mine." She slowly backed away from him toward her bedroom, stopping to turn sideways and playfully smack her juicy butt. Brian continued to swell and stiffen in response, intending to make the exact same resolution.

Perfect Mate By Ultrabeef Victor was completely fed up and depressed. He had tried every dating app he could find and had zero luck finding the kind of loving relationship he wanted. The fact that he was 50 years old, balding, and overweight certainly didn’t help. But his appearance wasn’t the only thing holding him back, he worked as a grocery store manager and lived in a small apartment in a very conservative town, leading him to keep his homosexuality a secret. One day while scrolling online an ad popped up that seemed tailor-made for Victor. “Tired of dating apps never leading to your perfect match? Try “Perfect Mate” where psychology and science, lead to chemistry and love. Results guaranteed or your money back”. Victor was desperate and intrigued. What did he have to lose with a money-back guarantee anyway. Victor called the number in the ad and spoke with a pleasant and professional sounding receptionist. The cost for the service was really steep, but Victor had saved up some money for a vacation and decided this would be a better use for his cash. Besides, he could get his money back if he wasn’t satisfied. Victor made an appointment for the following Thursday at Perfect Mate offices. Until then, it was back to work at the grocery store and life as usual. Back at work Victor noticed a request for time off from Colton, one of his grocery clerks. Victor reached for the phone and paged over the loudspeaker “Colton to the Manager’s Office please”. A few minutes later Colton, the shy, lanky African-American 18 year old peeked into Victor’s office. “You…um…you…wanted to see me…sir?” “Yes Colton. Come on in.” Victor waved the skinny clerk into his office. “I see you are requesting to have next Thursday off? Any particular reason?” Colton gulped and stammered “no, uh…sir…just taking care of some personal business.” Victor thought to himself, “lord, this kid is scared of his own shadow”. “No problem” Victor spoke to a relived Colton, “you can get back to work, your day off is approved”. Colton gulped again looking at the floor “Th…thanks…thank you…sir”. The rest of the week was uneventful but as Thursday approached, Victor was getting more and more nervous for his appointment at Perfect Mate. At least twice Victor had started to dial the dating service’s number to cancel his appointment, but then he remembered that this was really his last chance at finding love. Thursday morning Victor got up early, put on a pair of khakis and a red polo shirt, and took a look at himself in the mirror. How anyone would want to date an old, chubby, balding guy was beyond him. But his loneliness led him out the door of his apartment. Victor followed the directions to the office of Perfect Mate, it wad in a run down looking strip mall on the far side of town. All the other stores in the strip mall were abandoned and bordered up except for one where a sign in red letters spelled out “Perfect Mate”. Victor parking his car and quickly headed to the door of the office, the sketchy-looking abandoned strip mall was giving him bad vibes. Once inside the office Victor found himself in a brightly lit and modern looking waiting room, the complete opposite of how the buildings exterior and parking lot looked. A fit blonde woman, in a white lab coat that bore the red Perfect Mate logo on the chest, looked up and smiled as Russell entered. “Victor Montgomery?” the woman said with a smile. “Um, yes” Victor replied, “how…how did you know?” “You’re the only one we are still waiting for. Your matching partner is already here.” The receptionist spoke with a polite, business-like smile. Victor was flabbergasted, “my, my matching partner? What the heck are you talking about? You don’t even know anything about me!” The receptionist just smiled, “don’t worry, all will be explained. Come with me. Can I get you anything? A water? Coffee? Juice?” Victor was ready to just turn around and run out the door to his car but the idea that his perfect match might actually be here prevented him from doing it. Victor followed the receptionist through a door and into a long brightly lit hallway. Victor was ushered into a small room, much like a doctor’s exam room, except there were only two leather armchairs in the room. “Erik will be with you in just a few minutes, go ahead and take everything off except your underwear” the receptionist smiled and shut the door. Victor anxiously looked around the calm and silent room. He quickly undid his khakis and took off his red polo shirt and folded them neatly on the counter in the room. A strange looking headpiece with wires protruding from it sat on a metal cart on the other side of the room. Suddenly there was a powerful knock on the door. “Come in” Victor mumbled, clearing his throat and feeling embarrassed to be only in his underwear. The door opened and in walked one of the most beautiful men Victor had ever seen. “Hi…Victor…” the blonde hunk brushed his long blond hair out of his eyes and glanced at the iPad in his large hand, “I’m Erik…I’ll be your matchmaker today”. Erik reached out a big meaty hand to Victor who stood and shook it vigorously and blushed. Erik’s big biceps bulged under his Perfect Mate lab-coat. “Please, have a seat” Erik motioned to one of the comfy armchairs. As Victor sat down he marveled at Erik’s wide back as the hunky “matchmaker” turned to sit in the other chair. “Now, let’s get started” Erik began. Victor tried to cover the tiny bulge in his underwear and his hairy belly. “I’ve just met with your matchmaking partner, and he is waiting until I finish up with you”. “Yeah, about that…” Victor spoke with annoyance. “I know just what you’re thinking. How can we match you with someone when we don’t know anything about you,” Erik gleamed a brilliant smile. “We’re going to take care of that right now”. Erik gently placed a helmet with wires coming out of it on Victor’s head. “Just relax and think about what your ideal mate would look and act like and the machine will do the rest”. Victor leaned back in the chair as the machine on his head buzzed. While you’re doing that I’ll get your payment processed. Victor mumbled “yeah” and handed Erik his credit card as his eyes glazed over. “I’ll be right back” Erik left with Victor’s card. While he was gone Victor found his mind buzzing with images of all types of different guys. As Erik returned the machine whirred to a stop. “All set” Erik smiled as he took the machine off of Victor’s head. Victor’s head felt fuzzy, as if he had just woken up from a long nap. “That’s…that’s it?” Victor muttered. “Well, that’s step one” Erik smiled, “now our advanced technology will take the information gleaned from you and from your matching partner and compile the data”. Victor had no idea what Erik was talking about but nodded dumbly. “Don’t worry, the fuzziness in your head will wear off in a few minutes. Now let’s go meet your matching partner”. Erik helped Victor to his feet and led him to the door. Victor found himself in the brightly lit hallway again, this time following Erik into a huge room filled with computers and machines. Victor was even more embarrassed to be seen by all of these strange people while still in his underwear, but no one seemed to notice him. Technicians scurried around and at the center of the room stood two large booths with their doors open. Wires and tubes led from these two booths to a central machine and then to a wall of monitors and computers. In the midst of all this technology stood a lanky, shy, African-American kid in blue boxers. “Colton?! What the hell are you doing here?!” Victor stormed, his face getting red as he desperately tried to cover his nakedness in front of his young employee. Colton’s eyes got big and he started to sweat and look at the floor as he stammered while trying to cover himself with his hands “Mr. Montgomery…I…uh…oh sir…”. Victor was enraged as he turned to Erik, “this is my perfect mate?! My 18 year old employee?!” “Oh, so you two know each other then?” Erik smiled, “that should make this interesting”. “Of course I know him!! He’s my fucking employee!” Victor spit as his anger and embarrassment poured out of him. “And you!” Victor pointed at Colton, “this is why you needed the day off?! This is your personal business?” Tears started to stream down Colton’s cheeks, “please…sir…this must be some mistake”. Erik just looked at the two men with an amused smile on his face. “You both don’t understand how this process works. You will BECOME each other’s perfect mate. Our technology will take the thoughts be gleaned from you and using our patent- pending technology, you will be transformed into the perfect man for each other. “That’s ridiculous!” Victor fumed. “I…I…don’t think that’s possible” Colton muttered, looking at his feet. “Not only is it possible, but I’m a former customer. My husband and I have been together almost a year now and let me tell you, I’ve had no regrets”. “Well this is just stupid! I’m out of here!” Victor started to storm toward the door. “Victor” Erik called in a calm voice, “I think you want to get in the transformation chamber”. “What…the…I think I want to get in the transformation chamber” Victor mindlessly mumbled as he headed toward one of the two booths. “Wh…what did you do to him?” Colton asked, fear in his eyes. “Just a little post hypnotic suggestion from our helmet” Erik grinned, “now you want to get into that other chamber don’t you?” Colton’s eyes glazed over “yes…sir” he mumbled as he headed toward the other booth. Erik went over to another employee in a lab-coat. “Well, now that the hysterics are done, let’s see the results of our mental scans”. Images popped up on the screen in front of Erik and he laughed loudly. “Oh this is TOO perfect! These two will be out best couple yet”. Two assistants closed the doors of the two booths and Erik pressed a green button outside of Victor’s booth. A loud whizzing noise was heard as a blinding flash of light filled the booth. Then Erik went over to Colton’s booth and pressed the green button to start the process. After a few seconds the whizzing in Victor’s booth stopped and the doors opened. Steam poured out of the open door and through the mist a naked figure emerged. A cute, muscular young man with a beautiful angelic face and thick wavy brown hair stepped into the room. “What the heck?” the young hunk stammered before placing his big hand on his prominent Adam’s apple, “is that my voice?” Erik grinned at the young hunk’s high pitched lispy voice, “it sure is Vic. Let’s get a look at you”. Vic was the same height as Victor had been but the similarities stopped there. Where Victor had been 50 years old old, chubby, hairy, and balding. Vic looked to be about 21, ripped with smooth slender muscles and a tight 6 pack. His smooth, hairless body was a pale like porcelain. Vic’s reached down and touched one of his big puffy nipples causing a soft moan to escape his mouth. “Let’s see that cock Vic” Erik smirked. Vic shyly moved his hand to reveal a neatly trimmed bush and a big veiny cock. Just then Vic caught sight of his reflection in the full length mirror. “Holy shit! Is that me?” Vic felt his chiseled jaw, high cheekbones, and full lips. He flexed his arms and ran his hands though his thick hair. Turning sideways Vic could see that he had a big round bubble butt that jutted away from his trim waist. He gasped “I’m…I’m…so young and…so…hot!” Vic grinned. Erik looked down at his iPad, “yep, a total hottie twink”. “More like twunk, don’t ya think?” Vic grinned and flexed for Erik. Just then the doors to the other booth opened and steam poured into the room. “Oh…fuck…” a deep baritone purred. “Come on out Colton, your perfect mate is waiting for you”. A massive figure exited through the mist of Colton’s chamber. Into the room an enormous naked African-American bodybuilder sauntered. He was shorted than Colton had been but at least 3 times as wide. The guy was so big and thick that his legs rolled around each other as he walked and his huge tatted arms jutted out from his wide lats an angles. The guy had big round hairy pecs and a thick neck. His handsome manly face had the scruff of a beard. He looked to be about 30 year old. A huge fat cock hung from his big bull balls and slapped his quads as he lumbered toward Erik. His huge muscular ass hung off him like a shelf. “Holy crap! Looking good Colton”, Erik grinned. “It’s Colt, bro” the cocky hulking brute rumbled in his deep bass. Meanwhile Vic’s eyes were bulging out of his head at the massive behemoth that used to be Colton walked toward him. For a brief moment the handsome young pale twink remembered that he used to be the boss and that this hulk used to be his shy, skinny employee. But just as quickly, the thought left his head. Vic could feel his big dick getting hard at the sight of Colt. “Well, well, well…what have we here?” Colt rumbled and smiled at the sight of Vic. Vic felt his cheeks blush as the big older African-American bodybuilder took Vic’s hard dick in his big beefy hand. “You like all this muscle…boy?” Colt purred dangerously. Vic could feel his own chest heave as be lisped “oh yes!” then he added without thinking “yes, sir”. Colt took Vic’s hands and placed in on his huge pec. Vic ran his hands through Colt’s chest hair and cupped the older man’s hard bulging pecs. Colt’s fat cock swelled as the beautiful pale twink lowered his head and ran his tongue over the black man’s thick nipples. “Urrghh…yeah boy…that feels good” Colt wrapped his powerful ebony arms around the thin, pale twink playfully grabbing Vic’s big bubble butt. “You like that…daddy?” Vic looked up and Colt and battled his eyes and bit his big lip seductively. For a brief second Colton remembered that the cute twink in front of him used to be his boss at the grocery store, and he used to be a shy kid. But those thoughts quickly vanished. “Fuck yeah boy, daddy loves your big juicy ass too” Colt rumbled as Vic giggled. “Now let’s go home” Colt wrapped his thick bicep around Vic’s tiny waist and led his boy toward the door. “Wait a minute guys!” Erik called after them laughing, “you need some clothes!” A few weeks later Erik was shopping at the local supermarket when he noticed an adorable, muscular grocery clerk with thick brown wavy hair and wearing tight skinny jeans and tight t-shirt, shelving cans. Just then a ridiculously over-muscled older man wearing skin tight khakis and a painted-on red polo shirt that could barely contain his huge veiny biceps, waddled over to the cute young clerk and slapped him on the butt with the clipboard he was carrying before kissing him passionately right there in the grocery aisle. “Daddy…we have to wait until we get home!” the twinky clerk lisped as he gazed lovingly into the older man’s eyes. “Fuck that boy! I’m horny as hell and I need to fill that fat ass of yours with my big cock. Meet me in the back room in 2 minutes” the older man growled. “Daddy? Won’t we get in trouble?” the innocent young twink lisped playfully. “I’m your manger and your husband. Now you be a good boy and do as you’re told or your gonna get spanked some more” the older man grinned as he slapped the young guys ample ass again before reaching into his skinny jeans and grabbing his cock. As the wide, hulking bodybuilder manager walked away Erik could see that the young twink clerk was clearly hard as a rock. “Just some more satisfied customers” Erik smiled to himself, “man I love my job”.

Chapter 8: Planet Roven On the planet Stix, Master sits before his three most powerful warriors. He is dressed in a black cape that covers his broad and very muscular back, black pants that hug his thighs the size of a tree trunk, his diamond calves are covered by golden boots, and the rest of his body is bare to show his gargantuan musculature. Baram: " JUSTIN! THOMAS! BASTIA! I AM VERY PROUD OF YOU! WE FINALLY RECOVERED THE SUPREME CROWN, IN 3 MONTHS I WILL BE POWERFUL ENOUGH TO RELEASE THE 5 GODS OF DESTRUCTION AND CONTROL THEIR POWER. IT IS A DIVINE WAR THAT AWAITS US! LIGHT AGAINST DARKNESS! SO PREPARE YOURSELF WELL! " Bastia, Thomas and Justin : " AT YOUR ORDERS MASTER" the three warriors leave the room and go about their business while waiting for the day to come Bastia: " I hope you know what you are doing Justin, if Baram finds out you betrayed him and he happens to have controlled the 5 gods, he will kill you!" Justin : " Don't worry once I have all the powers I will kill Baram and I will make you divine " Thomas touches his cock with his arm which is snaking with veins and very muscular imagining the three of them with such power. Thomas: " Oh yes! We'll have the whole universe bow down to us!" ............ Meanwhile Mr GORRIO and his three students arrive near the planet Roven, during the trip Mr GORRIO to order his students to train with weights that even superman could not move. Jeff: " Do you really have to lift dumbbells now? We already have enormous muscles" He says, massaging his pecs under his black compression t-shirt. Gorrio: " Yes! Dylan loves to watch very muscular young guys with beautiful, well-defined and especially big muscles. And also when you are in front of him call Lord Dylan, he likes to feel superior to others" Max: " Agree as you wish but is Dylan that powerful? " Gorrio: " Of course it is powerful! I remind you that he passed the S exam and in addition last year we both fought and he almost ripped my head off with only one hand" Their discussion was abruptly interrupted by a big BOOM! The guys look out the window of their spaceship and he sees a man dressed in a tight black suit so tight you'd think his big muscles were ripping his clothes off, he also has a black cape and a black mask. he moves down the ship by flying and with one hand he moves it in the direction of the planet. The man in black sets the ship down on a landing pad and waits for them to exit. David : " "Is that him Dylan?" Gorrio : " No of course not! Dylan is 100,000 times more powerful than him." Mr GORRIO and his students leave the ship and stop in front of the musculature of the man in black. The Man in Black: "Stay there, Lord Dylan won't be long" After a few minutes of waiting a man arrives with red hair wearing armor but we can still distinguish that he has superhuman muscles. And all of a sudden Jeff, David and Max kneel down. David: "What's going on? Why are my legs kneeling on their own?" Dylan : " it's normal don't worry people bow down to me all the time" Gorrio : " Alright, that's enough! Dylan we need you, Baram to recover the supreme crown, in three months he will be able to invoke the 5 gods of destruction " Dylan: " I hope it's a real challenge this faith, the last time you told me that a sect of very powerful men are going to devastate the world, I arrived on the scene and just by flexing my biceps I disintegrating the sect was too easy." Gorrio : " Yes I know but there is a real danger, listen if you help us I will massage your muscles for as long as you want, do you agree?" Dylan: " That's fine with me, but do you bring your students there? they haven't even taken the S exam, they're going to be slaughtered." Gorrio : " they are the best in M university, I vouch for them" Dylan : " Alright in that case I'm going to test them, I'm going to take you to a strip club full of sexy bodybuilders, they're going to put on shows for you and you had to remain impassive in front of them, don't get hard, don't get an erection . If you show your weakness to your enemies they will exploit it, plus Justin is super sexy I loved you I would like to fuck him... Follow me I'll take you to the club." After a few hours of walking they arrive in the strip club, and beware any guy who is a fetishist of muscular guys could get a hard-on just at the entrance, it's a place full of testosterone, traces of sperm are spread everywhere on the walls there is dominance, power... you can't look away without seeing a hot bodybuilder. Dylan: " sit down there! we will start at level 1" the lights go out, and the stage is illuminated by spotlights. A bodybuilder in firefighter gear comes in and starts doing sexy dances, his muscles rippling behind his clothes, he lifts his t-shirt to show off his 10-pack and takes a wet sponge to stroke them. After 5 minutes of pleasure or rather torture for our three friends, level 1 is over. Dylan: " very well done! Now level 2" Suddenly a man in tight red underpants arrives on stage, he is still twice as muscular as the previous bodybuilder, he starts doing bodybuilder classics, everyone would want to bow down in front of this dominant being, then he takes a huge metal stone and he put it between his pectorals, he crushes the stone effortlessly. After 10 minutes of demonstration of superhuman strength level 2 is over. David: " Oh fuck ! It was hard that one" Dylan : " I may have underestimated you, but let's go to level 3" And there a completely naked man comes on stage, his cock is the size of an elephant's trunk, he moves with his big muscle mass towards the three guys. He first goes to see David and he massages his shoulders the size of a watermelon, then he caresses his pectorals then descends gradually towards his abs, then his thighs... After he passes Jeff, he pushes it's pecs in Jeff's head, "OH YOU LIKE THAT, THE POWER, THE DOMINATION, THE MUSCLES...". And finally he moves on to Max, he wiggles his big cock over her face, then over her body for 10 minutes. After 30 minutes of hot show level 3 is over. Dylan : " very good! you are very strong, few people manage to pass the 3 levels. You convinced me, you will stay 2 months with me, I will train you, and when you are finished, Gorrio will come to look for you and he will take you to planet Vega to see Tim who will give you the S exam."