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MUSCLE DADDY a romantic muscle growth story co-written by @Astromuscle, @canon & @raphi0508, with the inspiration of @Marquis Chapter 1 - The Introduction Whew, finally I am back I thought when I set my bag down on my dorm bed. Too bad that my old roommate got suspended cause it got out he was taking steroids. As I unpacked my belongings, before I had to attend my first class this afternoon, I thought back and remembered how cool it was to live with my old roommate. He was 5ft11 and weighed 200lbs at the beginning of college, though he told me secretly he wanted to grow with the help of steroids and that he had a good source. True to his word he did grow. At the beginning he had the body of a typical high school football jock. Nice bulging 17’’ arms, wide shoulders, pretty solid and ripped legs and a nice bubble butt. And best of all was his big bulge. In those three years everything changed for me. He grew 40lbs of pure muscles in just one year. After three years, he weighed an astounding 270lbs and had developed the body of an Olympia-level bodybuilder. Watching him grow, arms getting bigger and more defined, chest getting puffier. I was horny a lot, and I often jacked off just thinking of him. He was also the reason I discovered I was gay. He became very confident in his body, needless to say. He began strolling around naked in our room, and I got many mental images to help me jack off to. Pumped muscle, huge roid gut, and thankfully the roids didn’t seem to affect his junk, hanging large from his body. The problem with him was that he was as straight as an arrow. Nearly every week he had another girl with him in bed, and word was afterwards every girl couldn’t help but talk about his huge cock. I couldn’t blame them he was huge, at least 10’’ from what I could tell from him strolling around our room, not concerned that I was staring wide eyed., I wish I had gotten the chance to feel the large cock, make it inflate, and cup those large balls in my hand. Maybe the college found out about his steroid abuse because it got to be too obvious. As he left we promised each other we would stay in contact, but life came in my way and I had to earn money during summer. Now the new and hopefully last college year has started, but I am sure I will find some time to meet him again soon. I wonder if he continued to grow in the meantime. I drifted away from the things I had to do and got a boner. I hope that I will have enough time before my new roommate arrives, to get off, because hiding my 8.5’’ boner is not easy. Maybe my new roommate is a small dweeb, then my hard on would probably go down fast enough he wouldn’t see it. Suddenly some knocks on the door made me jump up surprised. Even more so I was shocked as my new roommate walked in. Fortuna was generous with me, because he was the most massive guy I had ever seen. He had to turn sideways to get through the doorway. In front of me stood the most impressive and beautiful man I saw in my life until now. The large man squared himself to me after having entered, effectively cutting off my view of the door. Each arm was carrying suitcases that were making his forearms bulge, each muscle standing out, held in place by a net of veins crossing each other and drawing my eyes up his arms, huge biceps and triceps thickened around his arm, a muscle hoody hid the rest of the body a little although i could see some big pecs heaving out from his chest, the hoodie draping over it, hiding whether he had abs, or a gut. My penis twitched at the thought of ripping off the shirt to find out. After a second sizing me up he dropped his bags with a loud thud and reached out his hand. “Hi, I am Mark. I’m guessing we will be roommates this year. Nice to meet you”. I reached out and we shook hands. Damn he has such a strong grip. His hand was larger than mine, thick muscular fingers didn’t give at all to my pressure, and I could feel weight lifting calluses. I was sure we could become good friends. He let go of my hands and bent over to pick up his bags. My penis jumped again. His back is so wide and that ass looks so hard, where do I stare...I quickly shoved my hand into my pants to shove my penis to somewhere less conspicuous while he had his back turned. I had to move to let him by as he passed I noticed my eyes barely met the top of his shoulders, seeing his large delts pulling the fabric of his hoodie forward and back as he carried the heavy bags. After we both had finally unpacked we sat down and started to talk. Mark told me that he is here because he got a Football scholarship, but he also told me that he really wanted to do bodybuilding instead, like his dad does. He enthusiastically described how big his dad was and how small he was compared to him. He also mentioned that he got the good genes of his dad, and expects to start growing bigger soon. The muscle talk made me pretty horny again, I was very thankful that I was sitting down. During our talk we both found out that we have most of our classes together, even the first one of the new year. We continued talking for a while, until we had a sudden shock because we had nearly missed our first class While I was getting ready Mark suddenly dropped his jogging pants to change into jeans. If I thought my old room mate was big, then Mark was a freak. His quads, calves and bulge were huge. I couldn’t stop my jaw from dropping. Mark had been in a rush, but noticed me sitting in awe. He smile confidently at me, turning to give me a better view., “Pretty impressive, huh? You can thank my dad’s good genes for this thing too, though he is much bigger.” Then he gave me a wink, causing me to blush. I used far more willpower than it should have taken to close my mouth. Once he stopped teasing me and got ready, we both left for class. During the year, we got even more connected. We got to be pretty close friends. Unfortunately for me again, he was also straight. I tried not to let on that I was gay, hoping it would make him more comfortable. If he knows I’m gay he might not take off his pants in front of me anymore either, which would be a tragedy. We both started to workout together after Mark mentioned he really needed a spotter at the gym, and so our friendship got closer because of it. I was unsure how good of a spotter I was being, but Mark didn’t seem to mind, and he spotted me in turn. Luckily I was also benefiting from the workouts growing more athletic myself and began sporting some good pecs and my arms were gaining some definition. Throughout the year I also got to see more of Mark. When he had arrived I had only seen those heavy arms of his, and later his privates. In retrospect I had wished I could have noticed his legs at the time, but I had been hyper focused on his manhood. As it turned out I didn’t need to worry, since much like my last roommate, Mark had no boundaries. I got many opportunities to appreciate Mark’s entire body as he would stroll around naked in our room. Is this a jock thing? I don’t walk around in the nude. Maybe I would if I looked like that I guess. His wide back held his arms out away from his body a little, a nice V-taper going down to his ass. I also discovered he did indeed have a flat stomach, abs like bricks holding up the large chest and shoulders with a solid foundation. His ass was muscular and even at rest you could see the muscles through any slight amount of fat he may have housed there. Large, powerful quads came out of his tight waist, bounding up and coming in tight to his knees. Diamond calves pressed hard against his skin behind his shins, more veins becoming apparent as if the skin needed help to contain the muscle. If I thought Mark had even one atom of gay in him I would worship those muscles in every way my brain could come up with, but sadly I had to settle for keeping some tissues near my bed for when he walked into the bathroom for a shower. During our workouts Mark could not stop talking about his dad, and the more often we worked out the more he told me about how big his dad was and how much bigger he wanted to grow. Mark said one day he hoped to get bigger than his dad, but he told me he wasn’t sure if he ever could. This was one of the only times Mark seemed insecure about anything, and I comforted him telling him one day he would surely outgrow his old man. Despite my word the more he talked about his dad, the more curious I got and the more I wanted to meet the man who could supposedly dwarf the muscle man in front of me. Was it really possible that his dad was that much bigger than Mark? Mark was already an alpha jock. Thinking about his dad being even bigger made my cock grow bigger in my pants every time. Luckily I wore tight spandex under my workout clothes at the gym, where Mark gushed the most about his dad the most. It kept my cock and balls in place. Thank god. As the end of the semester came around, Mark suddenly asked me if I would want to join him during spring break. We could continue working together at his house, in his dad’s home gym. I quickly agreed, mind taken up by the idea that I could finally meet his huge dad. “I would love to join you. You need a spotter after all I guess.” He smiled at me and I blushed. God does he realize that I’m gay? Chapter 2 - The Visit As I got there, Mark showed me around his house: his and his dad’s bedroom, the bathrooms, a jacuzzi, an office room and a big living room. The kitchen was also very roomy and there was enough food in it to feed an army. After the first pass through the house he opened a new door and told me to follow him downstairs to a private room. What hit me first was a very manly smell that caused me to get hard instantly. I was really surprised to not only find another bedroom but also a fully equipped gym with a huge mirror wall, a small juice booth with a lot of supplements and a big sofa in the corner of the room. Looking around I noticed that the bench and the squat rack were loaded and the bar was slightly bent from the heavy weights. I asked him if all the heavy weights and protein powder were his. He just smiled knowingly and said that he usually works out at the college or the nearby gym and not here. Everything I saw here was his dads’. I just looked at him in shock with my mouth open again. Suddenly after checking his phone he tells me that one of his friends had an emergency and needs a lift somewhere and asks if I would want to come, or if I'd prefer to stay and try to get settled. I told him that I would stay here and get comfortable, and I went over to the other room in the basement, which was supposedly my room. As I set down my bags and made my bed I hear Mark head out the door. Now that I am alone I walked around the gym, imagining how big his dad must be, using the ridiculously heavy weights I can see in the room. I start getting a boner as I see some used briefs and a torn tank top on the floor. My eyes almost pop out of their sockets when I see the shirt is a 3XL. It couldn’t be Mark’s, big as he was it would drape over him like a canopy. I step closer, picking it up and smelling the fabric. It has such a sweaty, manly smell and my penis gets hard at the combined scent and thought of what someone who wears that must look like, not to mention rip it. My cock keeps growing down my left leg, pinned inside my pants. I may not be big in other areas, but having a large cock was definitely something I reveled in. It would always makes me feel very proud of myself, especially recently in the gym locker room. I eventually decide I want to take a tour upstairs again, going up and finding the main laundry. My mind is racing about this legendary dad who must be a true beast, and now my eyes pick up on things I hadn’t done before. One whole cupboard was filled with every supplement I had heard of, and some that I didn’t even recognize. One even looked foreign. As I keep looking I went to the fridge. I had noted earlier that it was full, but looking closer I now saw that while there were some fresh produce, I saw a lot of meats of different varieties, as well as cottage cheese, greek yogurt. The cupboards had tuna and flaked chicken, lentils, beans and rice. I was never a bodybuilder myself but I did know enough out of sheer lust for them to know exactly what most of this stuff was. My god this is all protein, and high carb foods. Building blocks of muscle. Next I moved on to the living room. One large couch sat across from a very large TV. The couch itself looked very well used. It was odd, since it didn't look old per say but the middle cushion sagged down and looked about as flat as a pancake. A couple shaker cups littered the table, all empty and some of the dumbbells from downstairs were also up here. The lowest weight I saw was 80lbs and my dick did a twitch, trying to free itself from my pants. It took me both my hands and heaving back to lift the weight adequately, which sent my mind reeling. Ok so his dad brings weights up here for while he’s watching TV. If this is the lowest weight then it must be for the smallest muscles. Does he bicep curl these monsters?! I take my dick out of my pants and begin massaging it as I look at the den of someone who I figure must be from my imagination. I close my eyes a little as I slip into my own thoughts trying to visualize Mark’s dad. Picturing a masculine muscle guy like Mark and then morphing his muscles big enough to handle the weights around the house. *Boom* A loud noise came from the back door into the kitchen. I can hear heavy footsteps, and am not sure if it’s my roommate or not, but I know if anyone sees me like this I’m going to be in trouble. I shove my cock haphazardly into my pants and rush down the stairs as quietly as I can, though it didn’t end up being that quiet. I make it downstairs, winded. Looking down I noticed my cock is still half way down my left leg. I try to cover it up and make it disappear, but having a big cock also has some disadvantages. I hear the footsteps thumping again and it is making my heart race. My heart beating isn’t exactly helping the boner go down. God damnit. I listen now and think that the footsteps and creaking sound louder than when Mark left, making me think this must be the dad. My penis twitches, as if trying to find a way out so it can see for itself. I hear the footsteps approach the top of the stairs, and the stairs creaking heavy as he comes down them slowly. I go to hide in my room, too shy to be seen alone here with a huge boner, but too interested not to peek. One massive foot slams down into view, extending over the edge of the stairs. I can hear the stair creak as I watch even the shoe seem to cry out as weight is being transferred to that foot, the next foot comes down, this time I get to see the calf. The dad was clearly wearing shorts because his calf was exposed. Or he’s naked I think but shove the thought away, he’s wearing shoes after all. The man’s lower leg is thick and strong, and becomes so much bigger halfway up where his calf starts, exploding out in all directions. I can see the muscles bunch and work as weight moves to that leg instead. Two more steps and the bottom of his quads came into view, even his knees were thickly built, but it was still not enough to prepare me for how big his thighs would be. They came out hard at the knee, bulky and thickening as they traveled up his leg to what I was beginning to think of as the promised land. Unfortunately that’s where his shorts started and I couldn’t see the upper half of his thighs. I was so disappointed. I realized he was still coming down the stairs and turned away from the door. I was breathing heavy even just at what I had glimpsed. That was the biggest person I had ever seen in my life, bigger than any person I had seen in the gym. His size put him up there with the biggest that I had masturbated to online even, and he was real, just on the other side of the door. My cock was twitching into overdrive and I became scared I might cum right there. I had to turn around and take a break from watching him. Then I could finally hear him stepping down onto the landing and walking around a little. “Mark? Are you down here?” His voice was so deep, manly, almost like a growl. It had a little roughness to it, but otherwise it was a deep bass and strong. I almost moaned but I caught myself and covered my mouth. I prayed he wouldn’t come in here and see me like this. After a minute of walking around and moving some things around I can hear a grunt.I figured the dad must have started lifting some weights, and my curiosity got the better of my common sense. I slowly sneak over to the door and I turn to get a better look at what is happening inside the weight room. What I can see, I can barely believe. Right in the middle of the weight room stands the most massively muscled beast I have ever seen. My eyes didn’t know where to look at first, because all I saw were bulky muscles on top of more muscles. All of this was made even more clear because he was not wearing a shirt. The only clothing was the shorts that half covered his massive thighs. His back was so thick and wide, lats coming from so far out and curving down and in to a narrow waist. I was wondering why he didn’t fall over. My gaze fell lower, back to his quads. Holy shit. Those are fucking tree trunks. His thighs each were almost bigger than his waist. You could clearly see the outline of some really heavy Hamstrings, striations leading into his shorts. At the other end of where I knew those lines would lead were two globes that formed a large, hard as steel ass big enough the shorts looked like they were straining to hide it from my view. I followed the spine up his back, muscles exploding out to either side as they grabbed hold of the bones for support, but came out after for space to hold their mass. Huge traps popped out at the top of his back, and converged on the back of his head. If he had a neck, I couldn’t see it. To either side were two massive shoulders formed on that were almost the size of small watermelons and anchored two of the biggest, most ripped and vascular arms I have ever seen. He was doing curls, and swear I could see his arms swell up bigger with every rep. His triceps were so visible and thick, they were blocking my view of his biceps a little. Each curl was accompanied by soft moans and grunts that made my cock throb and twitch hard. Looking at that muscle beast was like seeing a living and breathing 3D anatomy chart, and I was studying it like I was about to take a final exam. After what seemed like an eternity, Dad put the weights down with a loud boom and went straight into a double biceps pose. FUUUUUCK. Those bicep peaks are almost higher than his head. He turned around slightly to find the best lighting to show off his huge guns, making the shadows between his biceps and triceps even darker and more pronounced. From where he was now I could see his face. He had a military cut head, cleanly buzzed that lead into a trimmed and well kept beard, thick but shorter. The square jawline was still visible and made his face look so much harder. Altogether, he was the picture of masculinity and handsomeness. He turned towards the mirror again and began shaking his quads. I could hear the muscles move on his leg left and right until he flexed them, at which point the thigh became a solid mass of crevices and peaks of strength. Fuck he’s so fucking massive. Is he even human? Big, thick muscular legs were always a huge turn on for me, and his were like something beyond what even I had dreamed were possible. He straightened up and stretched a little and my heart skipped a beat. He might be leaving the room, and there I was in the doorway, staring at him pose without making a sound or introducing myself. My heart almost stopped as I thought he caught me. Then I was shocked to see what happened next. Before my eyes I saw the dad lower his shorts and pull out a semi hard cock. It flopped big and heavy into his hand, almost as big as the silicone dick men online, but I’ve heard that doing that takes away the sensitivity, and judging by his face at his own touch that was not the case. He swirled it around once or twice with one hand, the other posing and cupping his own muscle until finally he was at full mast, magnificent and huge jutting from his body. Veins twisted around it more so than on his arms, which I hadn’t thought possible, leading to a mushroom head that looked so swollen at the tip of it all, adding an extra 2 inches to the length. His hands were clearly big but even still his dick was large in them. He brought down both hands on his dick and even then couldn’t cover the whole shaft. He begins jerking it off, and before I even realise mine is out of my pants and I’m doing the same. Eventually the dad returned to posing and jacking off, making the whole display hotter as I stroke my member, trying to savour what I saw without making noise. Eventually the beast reaches down and his hand goes to his asshole, putting one large finger in. I moan and my body buckles, ready for the next part, although everything shuts down when both our eyes open at the noise. Dad looks at me, dick in his hand, and steps back, falling over and hitting his head on a bench. OMG I don’t know which is worse, the first time he saw me I was jacking to him, or that now I hurt him. I tuck my dick away as best I can in a flash and rush over, nervous but also needing to check if he's ok. “Man I am so sorry. I shouldn’t have been doing that, you were just working out and-” I decide it might be better to stop talking about it and I help him up, biting my lip at the feel of his back muscles hard and flexed in my hand and the heaviness of his weight as I try to help him. “Fuck man where did you even come from?” He shakes his head. “You can’t just jack off to the sight of people man. Who are you even?” As I was about to say something we both hear footsteps coming down the stairs. “You down here Dad? Tommy?” We both look at each other and then at our hard dicks. I panic and grab a heavy dumbbell nearby, just lifting it enough to clear the Dad’s body and get it to the other side of him, taking my body with it. I land over his crotch with my own, both our dicks rubbing together as the weight thuds on the other side. “Shit man I’m so sorry.” I look over at the dad from where I am as Mark enters the gym room. “I thought I could handle the weight, I guess I was just cocky, and maybe wanted to try to show off, you were throwing these weights around like it was nothing. I should just go probably.” The dad looks down at me, confused but when his son enters the room and doesn’t notice their boners he clues into what I did. “Buddy listen, it’s fine I guess I can see where you are coming from, can’t say I might not have done the same in your position but man you gotta do things the right way. Talk to me and tell me where you are at, and we might be able to work something out, but promise me you will never try something like that again.” “I promise sir.” My god did he imply he might be gay? He may have been keeping up the act, but what if he meant it! Mark coughs a little form where he stands. “Were you going to get off him Tommy?” I look down at our crotches, neither of our dicks having gone down at all, especially with the added pressure of the other dicks against it. I reach the hand away from Mark down on the dad’s abs, as if for support then i fake a slip. My hand shoots down the dad’s shorts and I grab his dick, it’s so veiny and huge, and pulses at the new visitor but I try to keep my head. I quickly shove it around and behind one of his thighs. It offers some resistance but it’s long enough that I manage it quickly and recover my hand. I get up, facing directly away from Mark and tuck my dick into my waistband and over it with a thankfully loose shirt. I turn to Mark, seeing if my trick had worked. “Mark, your dad hit his back pretty hard off the bench just now. Do you have like some muscle relaxing gel or something?” Mark thinks deeply for a minute. He doesn’t seem to notice we are rock hard, that’s a good sign at least. After a moment the dad pipes up, “In the upstairs medicine cabinet. The boys right. Could you go grab it for me please Mark?” Mark nods and heads off up the stairs. “That was some quick thinking there Tommy. I’m Rent by the way.” He holds out his large hand and I shake it, enjoying how hard and calloused it is and how big it feels against mine. “You are the new roommate I hear so much about. Not much for first impressions are you?” I look terrified now that Mark is gone. I have returned back to this giant of a man, the man of my dreams and fantasies berating me because I couldn’t keep it in my pants. That is until he reaches down and grabs my dick with one hand, his own with the other, and begins jacking us both off. “What are you doing! I’m so sorry but I’m really confused now!” My mind is racing, the big man’s actions not matching his words. “Mark is going to be back down here any second and these beasts aren’t going to go soft in that time unless we cum. We were both at the edge anyways.” He picks up the speed he is going, ripped bulbous biceps lengthening and tightening with each motion. He plays with his chest a little and smiles as he looks over at me and shows off. That proved too much for me and I came on the floor in front of me. Now Rent began to focus more on himself. He spread his legs and began using his other hand on his dick as well. I could hear Mark upstairs and knew we didn’t have too much longer. I go over to Rent and put my fragile thin arm next to his. Mine looks like the bone that MIGHT be strong enough to support the sheer muscle Rent had. I put my leg against his for good measure and show him how big he is. “You’re so big, I can’t believe it. I can’t even compare, your arm could hold 5 of mine, legs too.” Rent grunts as his eyes roll back. Thick white goop shoots from the end of his cock against the wall and floor. I so want to enjoy the sight but I already messed up once today because of my lust and I was not about to do it again. I grab some nearby towels and make quick work wiping up our mess. As I pass I nudge Rent who is coming back to his senses. “Hunch over, you’re hurt remember?” Rent nods his head, traps stretching and then bunching at the movement and he bends over as if his back was weak. Seems more just like a realistic representation of how that big upper part would weigh down over that thin waist. Those abs are big, but it looks ridiculous to think they can hold up that giant piece of perfection. Mark comes back just as I drop the towels into the hamper, the hamper itself has a scent I recognize as a cum smell. Clearly this was common fair, except for the interruptions. The idea of him coming down regularly to work out and then worship his own muscles was so hot I felt my dick ask if it was time for round 2. I pushed the idea from my head and started to think of gross things that would keep me soft. Mark hands over the gel stuff to his dad and gets a thank you. Rent excuses himself to go apply it, saying he should cut his workout short due to his back. “Thanks for this Mark, and it was… interesting meeting you Tommy. Welcome to my home.” He smiles a little and leaves. “Do you want to work out then?” Mark asks. “Man I think after how badly I botched that I better call it too. I don’t feel hurt, but I don’t want to risk it” Mark wished me well and I went over to my room. I couldn’t believe what had just happened and my mind was exhausted. I crawled into my bed for a nap. I fell asleep with a boner at the thoughts of living with Rent, and also at the sounds of Mark working out in the other room. Chapter 3 - My first night I had gone in my room and jacked off once or twice more. I was in heaven, but the idea of living with that muscle monster, along with Mark who wasn’t bad looking himself. He had been right, I could see where he got his looks and muscle from. I even found myself cursing his mother for diluting the genes he got from his father. How could she even leave someone like that?! He’s hot, but not only that he seemed nice. I took a nap, and when I got up I could smell food cooking. I was led by my nose upstairs to find the big man himself stirring a pot full of what was now a distinct enough smell that I could tell it was chili. Mark wasn’t around and Rent hadn’t noticed me. I was overcome by embarrassment, and began to go back down the stairs. “You don’t have to run away. It’s fine. I’m making food for all of us, and it will be ready in a couple minutes. May as well sit down at the table.” The deep voice assaulted me from behind. I looked down the stairs. He sounded like this was weird for him too. I debated just leaving anyways. I could pack up my bag, travel back home for spring break. I sighed and came back around. I avoided looking at the muscle man, walking up, only to see his feet, bare, thick and covered in veins, like I should have known they’d be. Dear god those things are some of the biggest I’ve ever seen. Could there be something about him that didn’t completely arouse me? I blink but keep looking down, figuring this was better than seeing the rest of him. “Sir, I am so sorry for what I did. I shouldn’t have done that. It was disgusting and disrespectful and completely inappropriate. I can pack my bag tonight and head out in the morning, if you want.” I heard him give a deep sigh, and watched his weight shift. “Listen kid. I’ve thought about it and I get it. I mean I was jacking off to myself too. Not gonna lie the idea the idea you were jacking off at the sight of me was pretty hot too.” I look up, Rent is blushing a little, but look right back down. “And gotta admit man you knew exactly how to press my buttons to finish me off.” I smile a little and give a shy uncertain laugh. It shocked me when his hand came into view and grabbed my chin, turning it up. He did it quickly, but even then my eyes seemed to work quickly catching each part of him, thick legs that had been in my peripherals. Tight waist and huge bulge that his shorts draped over. Waist coming out wide quickly with lats, and then the chest kicking in and expanding his physique in every direction. Traps coming upleading from far out to latch onto the back of Rent’s head. Rent’s face was not something I had had a lot of time to take in, but now he was forcing me to look at it. It was square and strong, even the muscles here looking ripped a little. A thick jaw led down to a strong chin. A short, well kept beard was there following the jawline, and going around his lips, which were thick and full. A relatively small nose took up the middle of his face, and above those were deep brown eyes, like the bark of a strong oak or maple. Even his forehead was almost squared off, and he had a military buzz cut. Over his temples and on some of his forehead even at rest I could see veins snaking their way about. This face would scare me shitless if it were angry at me. This face wasn’t angry though. Rent was looking into my eyes and had a slight smile. He still had some colour in his cheeks from blushing a second ago. “You don’t have to leave. You can stay, and maybe I can even show you how to pick up a weight properly without dropping it on me” I interject, “That was on purpose to cover you before Mark came in” Rent’s smile widens a little, as if about to laugh. “Do you mean to say if we went downstairs right now you could lift that dumbbell and not drop it? If you say yes I will call your bluff, so pick your words carefully” I think about it, I had been in a rush and only had to lift it a little and did so quickly. I remember that it had actually been quite difficult and almost didn’t get it all the way over Rent’s side. “Fine, I admit it was very heavy.” Rent put his hand on my shoulder, his smile turning sweeter. “Admitting that is the first step. Good job. I don’t think I could throw you out of the house anyways, your face is too cute.” Rent removed his hand from me, and I felt a weight lift off me. Had just his hand been that heavy?! My dick twinged a little. Fuck this is going to be a tough week, I think as I watch Rent prepare three bowls of chili from the pot. Two are regular size, but one is definitely a mixing bowl he is filling up high. Rent sees your gaze and laughs. “It takes a lot of food to keep this ship sailing. Don’t you worry, I won’t get fat off it.” He sets the two bowls down and calls for Mark. I sit down and watch him walk and grab the last bowl. My god he’s almost waddling, each ass cheek filling the space the other is leaving behind. I am very thankful I am already sitting down at the table, because I am getting boned up just watching. Mark comes out of his room to sit with us. “Dear god dad got enough chili there?” Rent laughs at his sons comment. “Is everyone getting on my case about how much I’m eating? I plan to have dessert later too…” Mark laughs, while I’m just struck by these two muscle men talk. “Dad you eat like that and you will get fat. Even you can only handle so many calories.” “Tell you what little man o’ mine. You get to be as big as me without eating this much, and I’ll reconsider. Until then keep lifting your kiddie weights.” I would have suspected this to be said arrogantly, but Rent had a sweet tone to his voice and Mark laughed so deeply, I figured that was just their relationship. Mark looked over at me. “What does that make the weights Tommy uses dad?” I watched as Marks chair moves and he almost falls out of it. “I did not raise a son who makes fun of others or feels superior because he can lift more. We kid, but you will not make fun of someone who is doing their best and is starting out.” Rent looked over at me, eyes kind. “I’m sorry about that. We tease but I don’t make fun when people are lifting heavy, no matter the weight.” I blink, having really not taken offense to anything. “That’s ok. Honestly it’s not like I don’t think the same when I lift with Mark there. I bet with your physique-” I stumble on the word a little, a mental image of everything I had seen coming to mind, but I only slow for a second. “-with your physique I’m sure he must feel like I do.” Mark nods in agreement. Rent keeps asking questions about me, and about how we are both doing at school. Jokes were thrown around all night and I actually managed to distract myself in the conversation enough for me to get up in the end and not be worried they might see me hard. Rent excused himself after dinner was done to finish the workout I had interrupted and Mark and I cleaned the dishes. I washed and Mark put them away. I thought about Rent downstairs lifting, and occasionally heard a grunt come from the stairwell. “Sounds like a monster coming from down there, right?” I look over at Mark. He was also staring down there. “My big man is just so strong and powerful. I look up to him a lot.” My tongue works for a sec. “Makes sense, he is something else man. Not how I pictured him though.” Mark looks confused. “Didn’t I tell you he was bigger than even me?” Mark goes into a double bicep pose. “Hard as that might be to believe.” My jaw drops a little. It was easy to forget next to Rent how large and muscular Mark was, his biceps like two cannonballs held in a boat of tricep. I look away and try to recover. “That’s not what I meant. I meant he’s not cocky. He just seems cool. He’s aware of who he is, but he doesn’t flaunt it that much, except to you.” At that I turn to him. “But that seems like it’s to put you in your place, and motivate you.” “Put me in my place? What do you mean?” I look over to him, and hold up his arm, he flexes intuitively. “You are amazing physically, and I bet you always have been, especially with an influence like that in your life. You are also a great guy, so don’t take it personally when I tell you you are arrogant man. Makes people feel lesser.” I kind of zone out remembering being bullied by people like Mark. I look up and see Mark’s face concerned. “Dude, you know I don’t feel that way. I flex because I’m proud of what I’ve worked for. To be honest I kinda thought you liked it when I flexed my muscles too.” He doesn’t seem as hurt as perhaps disappointed. “Mark. Are you crazy? I do like when you flex, and I love seeing how proud you are of it. You deserve to be. You are huge, but I know you’re huge because I am smaller.” I pull the sink plug and watch the dirty water swirl away. “Anyways I didn’t mean anything by it. It’s not for you to worry about me. You develop a thick skin when you are small.” I dry my hands and wander off downstairs. That was more intense then I meant for it to be. Hope Mark doesn’t take that too seriously. I need to breathe, I will check with him in the morning. I pass by the gym, and see Rent working out. I stop and see him bench pressing, chest muscles heaving up as he reracks the weight. I quickly turn around and head off to my room, closing the door behind me, trying hard not to think about the massive man there. I lean against the door, and am shocked to hear deep thumps against it, absorbed into my back. I turn around and open the door. Rent is there, taking up the entire space. He is a little sweaty and in a stringer that reveals a lot of his upper body, thick, slick, bulky muscle hanging out huffing and puffing. “Listen Tommy, come work out with me.” My jaw drops. “Work out? Next to you? Man I can’t even compare to you, why do you want to work out with me?” Rent just smiles sweetly. “It doesn’t matter how much you lift. I want to see what kind of stuff you are made of. I feel like I can really tell what a man is like by how he lifts.” He breathes deeply “By which I mean ‘how’ not ‘how much’. No ego lifting, even with me there to spot.” God despite his body I could just get lost in that smile of his. Rent turns and stalks off with his wide back, moving his legs out as he walks. I began to get hard again, but at this point in this house it was becoming the norm. I was nervous, but it wasn’t like Rent hadn’t already seen it. I came in and he did notice. “Doesn’t take much for you, huh? Try not to blow on my bench, K?” I blush, shifting it away. Did Rent watch me adjust myself? Fuck now I’m imagining things. I look at the bench, loaded with several large plates on either side, and then a coupe small ones. 700lbs?! Just casually?! There were safety bars in place on the power cage, although I had a hunch that they weren’t intended to save you from a 700lb barbell falling. Rent began taking the weight off one side, and I mimicked him on the other. “How much weight you want?” His face seemed to study me. Fucking beast is testing me. I think for a second. “Empty bar.” Rent smiles. “Smart boy! Sounds good to me.” Rent finishes and leans on the wall. I take off all my weight and slide under the bar. I check my form and position, and then grab the bar tightly. I unrack and bring the bar down slowly, and then shoot it up. Keep your shoulders on the bench, that’s the thing you are always messing up. I feel them coming up a little, and I readjust. The weight isn’t trying, but if this is a test like I wanted an ‘A’. Rent began to straddle me so he was in view. Holy shit the view from down here… FOCUS! “What are you thinking about right now Tommy?” “I’m trying to keep my shoulders on the bench.” I breathe, and then continue. “They always ride up and off the bench.” Rent lightly touches the bar the next time it comes up and shifts it down closer to him. I follow it with my eyes making me look more at him. FOCUS FOCUS FOCUS. I could tell what my penis wanted me to focus on. “Try arching your back, activating your lats to keep your shoulders down, and pushing it up here over your shoulders, not over your neck.” I make my eyes look at the bar instead of Rent, which was no easy feat. I control the bar down to my mid chest, and then push it up, this time more slowly to focus on the bar path making it come over my shoulders and then stop. The entire time I was straining my lats in the hopes my shoulders wouldn’t rise up. I rerack and breathe a little, it hadn’t been much weight but I did quite a few reps with the bar. Sweat was already forming on me and I was a little embarrassed at having such a little weight get to me. I slowly increased the weight until I got up to 135. Rent went to straddle me again before I unracked. I am going to hate myself for saying this. “Rent buddy why are you going over me, instead of above my head?” “I actually always feel a little cramped inside the cage, figured I could still help from out here. I don’t spot a lot of people other than Mark sometimes.” “Rent… You know I’m gay… and you know you turn me on… It’s a little distracting having your body hanging over me. If you really do want me to lift my best you may have to not be there.” I blush so red I feel like I am turning into a tomato. Rent looks down at himself, as if seeing his muscles for the first time, and then realizing what I was saying. “Damn, I guess that’s a good point.” Rent gets off me and I feel my lust pull me towards him. I force myself not to move. Fuck but having his body hanging over me was amazing. I unrack the weight, wobbling a little. I steady myself and bring the bar down, touch my chest, and then press it back up. Shoulders on the bench, touch mid chest, push to over the shoulders, no further. I press it back up about 5 times before my arms start to get weak. I force myself to go for one more, and before I am done Rent is back over me, hands under the bar without touching it. “Go for one more. I am right here to catch it.” I don’t even have enough breath to remind him how distracting he is. I take a big gulp of a breath, fix my position and lower the bar, shaking as I go down and touch it against my mid chest. It rests there a little heavier than I meant it to, but I begin pressing it up, getting it a little less than halfway before the bar stops moving. Don’t crane your neck, don’t compromise your form. Keep pushing. I push and push but the bar doesn’t move and it begins to fall again. Rent’s large hands go under the bar and lightly touch it, taking a couple pounds of weight. I redouble my efforts and concentrate on squeezing my chest. Rent wasn’t pulling that hard, but he was doing enough I got past the sticking point and locked out my elbows. Rent pushed the bar back into the rack and I let it go. “Well a couple more sets like that and I’ll be toast.” I laugh a little, and feel my body touch his thighs. Fuck this position is torture. Rent looks down at me, face of joy. “You gave that set your all, I’m proud of you.” I give him an accusatory look. “Didn’t I mention how unhelpful you holding your body over me is? Kind of gives my brain the wrong idea.” Rents facial expressions change in a second. Where before it was purely one of happiness, now there was something else… close to a hunger. He leans over, grabbing some bench supports for hand positioning as his body hangs horizontally over mine. “Who said it was the wrong idea?” Dear god I know that look. It’s not hunger, it’s lust! Rent lowered himself onto me. I was stunned. “Boy I already know you like me. My son doesn’t know, but lately my tastes have become more… Well more like you.” Rent was beginning to lay part of his body on me, pressing my shoulder blades into the bench better than the bar had. Rent had his nads on the bar above me, his huge hard hands resting on it as two thick bulky arms hung over me, lowering his head towards mine. “You know, if you want to make out with an old fart like me” My body almost moved on it’s own, not that I would have stopped it. I bent my head forward, and touched our lips together. Rent’s lips were firm but soft, working with mine as he lowered his head down so I could lay back. ... TO BE CONTINUED...

[1] Today was like any other day. I had a long day at work, my boss was a jerk, and couldn’t get to the gym like I wanted to at my normal time. But it was Friday and the gym is a 24hr place so going late at night isn’t a bad option. Especially since it will be empty and will allow for me to focus. I’ve been trying to be more consistent with my routine, which is why this change in schedule sucks. I had my meal plan down, my routine, and supplements. I should mention that I’ve decided to really take this workout thing seriously. I’m not looking to compete, I’m just working on trying to be a massive musclebound beast. Haven’t tried roids yet because I wanted to get as big as I could without them first then add em for a boost. But I did go ahead and order some just to have them at the ready. Been at it for a bit and am starting to see some gains which is encouraging but I know I have a long way to go to get the look that I really want. Clothing is starting to feel more snug and some people are starting to notice. The compliments from coworkers have been rolling in, and it's nice to know that my hard work is being noticed. But I’m looking forward to the day where I just look obscene in anything but people are too intimidated by my size to say anything to me about it. That thought alone motivates me for my evening workout. I took my pre-workout, protein shake, and creatine before my evening session. Friday's are dedicated to heavy chest workouts, and I want to head into the weekend with a full, proud chest. Since it's a bit later in the evening I will hit em for a few hours to get an extreme pump. I put my workout compression clothes on and made my way to the gym. Swiping in and looking around, the place is basically empty. Fine by me, I walked by the mirror and took note of my reflection and I do look a bit more lean. Which is fine for now, but bulk and mass is what I’m aiming for but nonetheless I bounced my pecs a bit and began my workout. Flat bench, incline, flyes, the whole nine. I must have been really focused on what I was doing with my headphones on. I didn’t notice when the answer to my wants and desires strolled in and went upstairs to the cardio area. I only noticed him when I was walking to the next station. Shirtless on the stairmaster glistening in sweat with obscenely massive pecs. They looked like they were hitting the towel he placed over the buttons on the machine. Now everything else about him looked huge from afar but those pecs were what I zeroed in on since that was my focus for the evening. He looked up and caught my eye. I did what most people do in those situations and looked away real quick and moved on to the next station. But the image of him on that stairmaster with his pecs bouncing like they did, was seared in my mind and I thought to myself that is the type of chest I want. I was deeply focused on my working sets on the chest fly machine focused on the negative to get that deep stretch and pump. I was about to adjust the weight for my next set, when I just so happened to look towards the cardio area and the big guy was gone. I shrugged and turned back to make the adjustments. “ HOLY SHIT!” I exclaimed. For someone to be as big as this guy, he was either very light on his feet or these noise canceling headphones are just golden at what they do. Which I’m going to go for the latter and say it’s the headphones. Either way, this massive beast of a man was damn near three times my size in width. Now granted I’m 6ft tall but damn this guy was at least 6’4 but before I could really take in all of him he spoke. “I haven’t seen you around before shorty, but by the look of things you like what you see in front of you don’t you?” the beast asked. All I could do was nod. In the back of my mind, I hated the fact that he called me shorty but I for damn sure am not going to challenge this guy. He smiled and said, “I figured, the name is Zell, and I’m willing to bet you want to have big pecs like these right?” Again I nodded to Zell’s insinuation. “Well let’s work these babies out and I can show you what a real pump looks like.”

I was making some AI images of a scenario I found especially hot. I started writing a caption for some of those images, but since I can't do succinct, it turned into a writing that I think is long enough to post as a story. Just noting, the images below are AI (obviously), but the story is not. ++++++++++++++++++ Hank huffed as he pumped up backstage. He had been hoping this would be his breakout year, a top 5 placing at the Mr. Galaxy Bodybuilding Competition, this biggest contest in the world. But this prep had been a disaster. Injuries, illness, bad compounds, and more had taken it's toll in the preceding weeks and days. Still enormous compared to the average person, but looking around at the other mass monsters also pumping up, it was clear he was outclassed here. His muscles were flat, he was holding water and pockets of fat, in bodybuilding terms...he looked like shit. And is if it couldn't get any worse...his coach was running late with his tanner. Flat, holding water and pale, Hank considered throwing in the towel right there before even stepping on stage. Suddenly his coach ran in. "Sorry Hank, the tanner just came in the mail from Thailand, it's something new I wanted to try, it almost didn't get here in time". With minutes to spare, they painted on the deep, dark tan to his body. Hank noticed how as it went on it seemed to calm him. It tingled in his muscles, almost feeling like his muscles were being massaged and rubbed. He could practically feel new blood flowing into his muscles. It felt good. It seemed to give Hank new energy. As he posed and flexed on stage his body came alive. His once flat, deflated muscles pumped up out of nowhere, pulsing with blood and energy. His water retention receded, leaving his body covered in veins and his abs cobbled and grainy. "Fuck yeah" Hank thought as he hit a double biceps pose...thinking it almost looked like his biceps were even bigger than he thought. To his surprise, his suddenly great body had propelled him into the finals, and in the pose down with the other finalists Hank really took charge. He stomped around the stage, flexing over and in front of the other big men. And Hank noticed...he was bigger and leaner than all of them! He might actually win this! His poser felt tighter than normal, but he wasn't getting an erection. He had competed often enough to be able to control his libido, but he felt bigger and more manly than ever "down there". His body tingled anew and he hit a most muscular, looking to the side at the supposed-favorite to win...a very tall world-famous mass monster. And then Hank looked closer and wondered...wait, was he as tall as him? And he definitely looked more muscular than him. After the posedown, to no one's surprise, Hank was awarded the trophy for Mr. Galaxy, a title reserved for being the biggest, best bodybuilder in the world. Hank held the trophy high and roared...and then with a wave of dizziness...he GREW. The crowd gasped. He competitors on stage stepped away. He was growing, not just more muscular...but TALLER. He rocketed up a couple of feet at first, a small surge, to what had to be about 8 ft in height. Hank looked around...down, at the small men looking up at to him. "Well that was-" Suddenly, Hank began expanding at a magnificent rate. He grunted and groaned as tightness enveloped his body, but it felt oh so good, so powerful at the same time. 10 ft tall, then 15 ft, then 20 ft! Lights flashed constantly from frantic cameras documenting the scene. The other competitors stepped back, looking nervous and stunned. Hank opened his eyes as the ground seemed to fall away from him. He grinned, quickly realizing his power and size. His muscles continuing to pump up even more proportionally to his ever growing height. With a deafening roar he flexed a titanic biceps, a muscle that to him looked to be well over 25 inches in size with a split peak that you could put a hot dog in. At 30 ft, the roar from the muscleman set reality in for the some in the crowd. Some people began to nervously and quickly exit the arena, as he surged wider and taller. Others, those who were entranced with the handsome...sexy...Herculean giant bodybuilder with the overstuffed posers stayed put, eager to see more of the growing muscle stud. Soon though, once Hank hit 75 ft of colossal tan glistening brawn, it became clear to every one and Hank himself...he was nowhere near done growing. Hank looked around and up as the walls and ceiling of the arena grew closer. The once cavernous arena now compacting in towards him. A couple of awestruck bodybuilders stood near his feet, just ankle high to him, looking so tiny. So weak. So feeble. These tiny guys where once his competition? Hank laughed to himself. That just made him feel even BIGGER and MORE POWERFUL. A feeling that made his overstuffed posers even tighter, as Hank could no longer hold back the arousal of being HUGE. Of being a true MUSCLE GIANT. "You little men better get out of here. I'm becoming too much of a man for this little building," Hank boomed with a rumbling chuckle. He watched the tiny gerbil-sized men scurry away. Similarly, the people in the stands were now flooding out of the building. Hank looked up and with shock saw the rafters just over his head. "Fuck, I'm HUGE, I must be 100 ft tall now! "Every get out as fast you can!" he thundered. "I gonna have to break out of here soon, I don't want to hurt any of you runts!" Overall Hank was a good soul. He didn't want any of the tiny people to get hurt. He wanted every one to survive. After all, that's just more tiny people to admire his superiority over them. Hank turned to a section of the arena that had cleared out, now hunching over to fit under the rafters. It was time to show the world what a REAL MAN looks like. He crawled toward the wall, crushing the folding seats under his hands and feet. People stood outside the arena on the cement, most of whom had fled from the arena, but many of whom had been watching event on TV and social media. Suddenly the exterior wall bowed outward and slabs of contract and steel fell to the ground, narrowly missing a few lucky bodybuilding enthusiasts. Wisely, the people ran away from this portion of the wall to a supposed safe distance. After a few seconds of silence, suddenly a car-sized fist PLUNGED through wall, causing an explosion of building debris to rain down onto concrete at the base of the arena. A deep, rumbling chuckle could be heard as two giant thick hands pried the building open, making the hole bigger and bigger, destroying the side of the arena. Through the dust...HANK began to emerge. Murmurs, gasps and groans of fear, of awe...and of LUST, swept through the crowd as the biggest, most powerful, most muscular human in history crawled through the gap in the massive building. A true epic bodybuilder of titanic proportions. His blemish free skin a dark shiny tan from the contest. At his size so much beautiful skin, pulled tight across mountainous striated muscles. The people looked up his heavy calves...now high above them, making them feel so tiny and insignificant. They followed the legs up even HIGHER and saw the various separations and meaty masses of his quadriceps. More gasps erupted as they gazed upon a posing pouch sagging VERY heavily between his thighs. The strap of the pouch straining against the mass inside, the pouch pulled so low that the root of a VERY thick manhood could be seen. Like his muscles, even to Hank his cock felt massive. Proportionally, it felt like it was must be at least 8 thick inches completely soft! Instantly all the men felt their own junk shriveling, totally emasculated. As his enormous muscular legs stepped out into the outside world, Hank began to stand up, happy to be unrestrained by the ceiling of the pathetically small arena. His rows of perfect abs contracted. His pecs SURGED forward. To those who stood closely to him, at first they had no chance of seeing his angular face because his pecs hung so heavily over his abs, obscuring their view of the most ruggedly handsome bodybuilder, regardless of size, in the world. Hank stood up tall, fragments of the building's wall and roof raining off his back and shoulders as he pushed through the still-to-small gap, his head now rising into the blue sky. The tiny onlookers' mouths hung open as they took in his ridiculously pumped biceps and delts, so wide and broad it's not wonder he had to turn sideways to get out of the building. Hank elongated himself to the sky, rising higher...and higher...and HIGHER! To the tiny people outside, now even his big toe was taller than them! The more dimensionally inclined folks in the crowd estimated him to be around 200 ft tall! With a satisfied smirk, Hank stood tall and proud, gazing out over the city in front of him. He was so HUGE that for a moment he even forgot about the crowds of pathetically tiny people immediately below him. They were just so small they were easy to overlook. But they were his first witnesses and for that he would be forever grateful of them. He leaned forward, finally allowing his perfect masculine face to see and be seen by all the bug-sized people. "YOU KNOW, AFTER THE WINNER IS GIVEN HIS TROPHY, IT'S CUSTOMARY FOR THE CHAMPION TO GIVE A FEW MORE POSES TO THE CROWD FOR PHOTOS. SO WHIP OUT THOSE CAMERAS!" And with that Hank crunched into an epic most muscular. Veins the size of sewer pipes erupted over his muscles. Hank shifted into an abs and thighs pose. His giant feet making just a small shift to him, but the tiny people on the ground it sent many of them running to avoid being caught underneath his soles. To others on the ground, the movement of such MASS caused a gust of wind to blow over them. He stomped one leg down causing a tremor to unsettle the ground and causing his quadriceps to explode with muscular power. "AND FINALLY, LETS FINISH WITH THE GUN SHOW. BOOOOM!" Hank flexed both biceps that to him seemed around 30 muscular inches to compliment a chest that looked to be proportionally around 70 incredible inches around. At first the crowd stood frozen. Hank held the biceps flex for many seconds, straining and sweaty, basketball-ball sized droplets of sweat falling off him. The crowd was fixated on his biceps...on all of him really, but many had their eyes locked on this crotch. Hank looked down to his junk with a sheepish grin. He knew, and every one in the crowd also knew there is no way to contain such a colossal muscle cock, which was now plumping up even bigger. Hank cupped his pouch with one colossal hand, feeling the weight of his enlarged dick and balls. Now about 1/2 erect, he guessed to himself that he felt about 10 inches. He smirked as he wonder how big that would be to the tinies below him. While a few inches of the root of his megadick were now exposed, his trunks held on valiantly, still encasing most of his length and his uncut head, showing the most epic VPL ever imagined. No wonder his posing trunks felt so small, he's practically spilling out of them! At first Hank covered himself up with his enormous hands, but quicky realized...there was nothing he can do to hide it. And he shouldn't HAVE to hide it. He and everyone below quickly accept it as a privilege to get to see such perfect maleness. Satisfied, Hank places his hands on his hips, proudly letting his junk sag toward to the ground, and looks down a the crowd with a wry grin, Hank asked, "WELL, WHAT DO YOU THINK?" Suddenly, the tiny crowd erupted in cheers! They loved him! This caused Hank to jovially laugh, his mega pecs bouncing, he salutes the tiny crowd to thank his admirers. He is the perfect giant, with a perfect muscular physique, and he knows it, and the crowd knows it. Hank looks out ahead at the taller buildings in the city center. It was time to show the rest of the world his superiority. "LOOK OUT LITTLE GUYS, I'M HEADING DOWNTOWN TO CELEBRATE." Hank took one step forward, his feet sinking slightly into the concrete, before suddenly stopping and standing up again, feelinh a bit of dizziness. "OH DAMN," he says. "YOU GUYS AREN'T GOING TO BELIEVE THIS, BUT I FEEL THAT TINGLING AGAIN!" Hank leans his head back in satisfaction and holds his tremendous thick arms out wide. He was growing again.

Hello all! I have edited the first part of this story after receiving some feedback from the very helpful Mdlftr (THANK YOU SO MUCH!). I feel like I have fleshed these characters out a little better now. Please enjoy! Fine… Be a Brat Andy quickly ran his fingers through his honey blond hair, sweeping it back and out of his emerald eyes. His perfectly maintained lab coat was almost blindingly white, matching the pristine teeth that Dan had so graciously given him last month. Just because. He giggled a little thinking about it, flashing a blinding smile that made Yolanda Ángeles, the lab tech from epigenetics, blush all the way to her ears. She grinned and looked away from him, swiping her nearly perfectly manicured nails through her raven hair. He saw the tiniest of chips in the cerulean polish on her left pointer nail. Once he walked past her and no one could see his face, Andy’s smile got even broader. “Oh honey, I’m much more high maintenance than you. You couldn’t afford me on a lab tech salary. My last facial cost as much as that Sentra you drive.” He thought, in a self-satisfied manner. He didn’t really want to compete with Yolanda, but he didn’t mind flirting with her a little. Andy knew he was gay and he loved powerful, masculine bodies. His partner, on the other hand, was sexually omnivorous and consumed the finest bodies like candies. Andy turned and looked at Yolanda’s tight body in her white lab coat. The garment hugged her every curve, exaggerating her well-endowed femininity. This was not missed by her, and she began to sway her hips a little more, slipping her hands into her pockets to pull the coat tighter to her body. He grinned. Maybe he would invite her to the estate to spend time with his sir. Andy’s smoldering eyes glittered with excitement. All of these: the money, the attitude, the looks, were just a few of the perks of having a man like Danny. Andy’s daily allowance was enough to be considered “fuck you money” by even some of the doctors here, even if he didn’t spend it all. The lab tech had quietly amassed a tidy nest egg. As Andy walked through down the hall, his unbuttoned lab coat fluttered around his thick thighs. His quads rubbed against one another in his slacks, the powerful muscles of his thighs making the fabric rustle. He looked down slightly as he pulled his card key out of his pocket, trying to look over his pecs towards his hand. Carefully, he pulled the plastic card from his pocket, smiling at the way that his legs had made the card warp slightly. With a swipe he pushed the door open. The brilliant white of the lab poured into his eyes as he walked in. He blinked at the overall brightness as his eyes adjusted to the sterile room. Chrome fixtures glittered on the tables and under the chemical hoods that lined the walls. It was totally devoid of all personal character. Professor Luthers, Andy’s biology advisor in college, had encouraged putting one’s own spice on their workspace by putting up pictures or even naming the lab equipment. The man called the centrifuge ‘Shirley Temple’ because of the way it tap-danced across the counter without its little rubber feet, for god’s sake. Andy could almost hear the professor whistling “Animal Crackers in my soup…” But Dr. Chapin, the lab manager here, was a different story. He had split his life into little compartments, quarantining the various aspects of his person into boxes. Everyone here was expected to do the same. Lab life was meant to be neat, tidy, organized. There was no room for humor here. Andy smiled as his eyes adjusted and zeroed in on the only other person in the lab, an elderly man by the name of Lewis Branson who had run their lab section for the past five years. “Oh… Hullo, Andrew. Good to see you today. I wasn’t sure our shifts would line up ever again.” The gray-haired doctor at the counter looked at him and smiled benignly. Andy gave a slightly forced grin. “Hello there, Dr. Branson. Always a pleasure. I’ve recently returned to the morning shift after working afternoons while my partner was doing the same” Andy twiddled his hands a little. “We try to line up our schedules to spend as much time as possible together.” The ancient scientist was the only one in the entire facility that called him ‘Andrew,’ and it slightly irked him. Dr. Branson knew there was also a young lady here that went by the name ‘Andi,’ and somehow the nickname ‘Andy with a y’ didn’t quite stick in his octogenarian head. Being called Andrew reminded him too much of his rich bitch of a mother. Andy could almost see her sniff as she said “Nicknames are unbecoming of a person of your social standing, dear. It’s so terribly middle class.” Well, once he had finished college on her dime, he cut her off and never saw her again. He liked being pretty and rich, but he didn’t fancy being a part of his mother’s collection. He would not be a bauble on the shelf. Thank goodness Danny gave him the life to which he had grown accustomed. And then some. “What are you working on today, sir?” “Well, I believe I may have finally made a breakthrough in the anxiety case…” He held up a vial of liquid that was somehow a lurid pink that even Pepto Bismol couldn’t hope to imitate. “You know I’ve been working on helping people with crippling anxiety correct their brain chemistry so that they can more fully participate in society, yes? I figured that if I can use this to turn half of the four f’s off, and the other half on…” The old man shrugged. “The four f’s? I thought there were only three.” “Quite… fight, flight, or freeze. But we all know the fourth.” The old man was suddenly quite shifty. He looked like a boy with his hand caught in the cookie jar. Andy had never known him to be naughty. “Fuuuornication. Fornication.” Andy flashed a winning smile at the doctor, thoroughly amused. “So, this flips off those two switches then.” “Oh yes! Those get turned off and allow the patient to have more fun, loosen up. Not be rolled over by others.” The doctor put the vial back in the small refrigerator, locking it. “Maybe even help them be a little more assertive. We just have to be careful. I’m not entirely sure what it’ll do to a healthy brain yet.” Dr. Branson turned and found himself face to face with Andy’s chest. “Oh… um… you’re a little close there, Andrew.” Andy licked his lips and gave his hard chest a gentle pop in the doctor’s face, keeping his attention focused right on him. It was easy to reach around and slide the coin into the latch to prevent the fridge from sealing completely. “Have you worked out a dosage yet, doctor?” Andy gave his winningest smile, knowing that the doctor was one of those he could easily push around using just his looks and charm. Andy’s brilliant white teeth glittered, reflected in the doctor’s doe eyes. Branson was asexual for all he knew, but he could still be distracted and plied with the right moves. With something as simple as putting his ample chest close to the doctor’s face, Andy managed to fluster his coworker to the point of nearly being a drooling idiot. He grinned. He had that effect on most men. Danny was the only one that seemed capable of resisting his charm. Andy had made sure that everything about his body was sculpted perfection, even before Danny’s money. He pushed his arms together slightly, pushing his pecs forward and making the ample mounds rise and harden. The topmost button, always so loose these days, popped open with ease and revealed another two inches of meaty pec cleavage along with his clean-shaven chest. His chest looked almost grainy with the gooseflesh on it from the chill environment of the lab. The mint green plaid of his shirt bulged out; squares forced to curve by the might of his chest. Andy’s biceps quivered slightly in his tight sleeves as they rose closer to their twenty-one-inch peaked height. He tensed his entire upper body, almost growling with pleasure and intrigue. “I would love to know how you calculate your dosages for trials. I’m always looking for new methods that are healthier for our clients and subjects.” “Well… I… generally do about two milligrams per kilo of bodyweight. I would need a 100mg dose once a day. So, someone like you…” The doctor gulped. “Would probably need about 250mg to 290mg per day.” He gulped again. “And someone bigger than me? Say around…” “It doesn’t matter…” The doctor slipped away. “Two milligrams per kilogram is about what you’ll need.” Andy smiled. Branson hadn’t noticed that the fridge didn’t fully latch. That pink stuff was going to be in his lunchbox this afternoon. He just knew it. As Branson turned away, Andy licked his lips. If it could make someone with anxiety more assertive, then what would it do to him? * * * The car horn honked as Andy pressed the button on the key fob. He had shucked his lab coat in favor of his deerskin leather jacket. The fluffy wool of the collar and cuffs kept him nice and warm in the crisp November air. He loved the way the faun color accentuated his features perfectly. His gaze was opaqued by a pair of mirrored aviator shades that only enhanced his lantern jaw and the perfectly kept stubble. His hair shook a little in the wind, the brilliant blond shimmering as his Tesla pulled up to where he stood. Andy slipped into the driver’s seat and placed his lunchbox on the chair next to him. He made sure to turn the air conditioner down as much as possible, keeping the entire vehicle frigid. Andy gave a little smirk, thinking about the pink tube in his lunchbox. Branson was so easy to distract. One or two pops with his pecs and Andy had been able to pop the latch on the fridge. His smirk turned into a full-on grin as he sped out of the parking lot. His prodigious manhood gave a light twitch in his pants, slowly hardening as he thought about the powerful hands that Dan had made him build, glad he had been able to give the lightest of squeezes on the latch and snap it. Andy gripped the steering wheel a little tighter and watched as his forearms rippled. He licked his lips. Andy was hot. He knew it. His head just barely brushed the roof of his car thanks to his six-foot six height. His thick, 275-pound body filled the space between the steering wheel and the seat. His pecs heaved as the car slowly made its way through the streets and began to drive itself to the highway. He relaxed a little as he took the ramp onto the interstate that would take him home. With a quick twist, he turned on the radio and rock music blared through the speakers. He reached over and grabbed his lunchbox, opening it up and pulling out one of the neon pink vials. He hadn’t noticed inside, but the liquid had an almost crystalline translucence that made it glitter like a pink diamond. Turning it, he saw the potion glimmer, slipping thickly against the glass of the vial. “It’s now or never, I suppose.” With a quick motion, he tipped the contents of the vial down his throat. The taste was… neon. There was not any other way to describe it. It was like cracking open a glowstick and chugging the contents. He could swear that he could see the potion creeping down his throat and into his stomach. His belly grumbled as the potion hit. “Oh god yes… that feels good.” With a quick zip, he closed up the lunch box. “I can’t wait to slip Dan his…” What he had not accounted for was that the 300mL vial was intended to be a concentrate, something to be mixed into fillers to dilute it to the proper dosage. Instead of the 250mg dose he thought he was taking, he had taken almost four full doses. The liquid burned through his veins, surging as his heart pounded in his thick chest. He flicked on the radio, tuning it to one of the local stations. He gave a little cheer as one of his favorite songs came over the speakers. Turning it up until the windows vibrated, he sang along. “OW! He’s a brick… house! He’s mighty-mighty, just lettin’ it all hang out… He’s a brick… house! That boy is stacked and that’s a fact, ain’t holdin’ nothin’ back!” Of course, he had to update the Commodores lyrics a bit to suit his own sensibilities. There was no real way to explain how the twenty-nine-year-old had come to have a favorite song from the nineties. Perhaps it had happened in high school, on those morning rides to school with his dad before he had been able to drive himself. Maybe that class on music appreciation where the professor had shown the video in class and then shown a video of drag queens and beautiful women walking and dancing to the song. The cars speakers shifted as the song ended, the sound of a ring coming over them. The marimba ring echoed as he turned the audio down to a more appropriate level for speaking. With a wicked grin, he pressed the button to answer the call. “Hello, sir. How was your day on the trading floor?” Andy smiled. Dan worked erratic hours from home, meeting with clients all over the world and divesting them of their shares in multi-million-dollar companies. He was a shrewd trader. Somehow, he always knew which deals would pay off the best and would request to be paid in stock rather than in cash if his gut told him a company would do well. He had ridden the market’s bubbles all the way until they had burst and had quietly built a fortune to rival titans like Zuckerberg and Bezos. “Mmm… I like that, baby. The first thing you do is ask me how I’m doing. Didn’t even consider yourself.” “Well… I know I had a good day, babe. So, I gueeeess I can ask about yours.” He giggled, elongating his ‘guess’ with slight sarcasm. Andy licked his lips, thinking about how that would affect him once he got home. The minute long pause was palpable, swelling up like a balloon in his Tesla until it took up all the air. He could swear that he could hear the windows cracking. Andy shifted his feet uncomfortably, feeling the weight of the silence pressing on him. His leather shoes creaked as his toes flexed. “Ahhh… are you feeling a little spicy today? Let’s see if I can’t get that out of you when you get home. I don’t think you need to have an attitude.” “I think I’ve earned the right to be a little spicy, Danny. I had a really awesome day. So, I think I get to be a little bit bratty. You’re just gonna have to deal with it.” “Danny? Not ‘sir’? Not ‘daddy’? Not even ‘Dan’?” Dan chuckled on the other end of the phone. “You’re cruising for a bruising, acting like a brat like that. I think we’re going to have to take away a few privileges.” “Ahh… If you think I need to be punished, Danny, so be it… But I think that you’ll really like what I bring home. I managed to sneak a little something from the lab for us.” The little act of defiance was electric, coursing through his veins. Andy knew that Danny didn’t like when his power was challenged. He grunted and adjusted his collar, feeling the open buttons tighten ever so slightly. He didn’t know it yet, but the thrill… the adrenaline from disobedience… it was doing much more than dance through his brain like Christmas lights. His thick pecs, already swollen from hours spent in the gym, had begun to swell. The round mounds of flesh thickened as power trickled into them. The tiniest bead of sweat began to slip down his neck into the deepening cleavage. His neck cracked a bit and started to swell outwards, corded muscle bulging under the skin. Andy’s delts rippled and swelled out, his shoulders pulling wider as he bit his lower lip. His khaki pants complained as his quads flexed and swelled outwards, pushing the legs tighter. His pant cuffs rose a fraction of an inch as his calves bulged out. His feet ached as his shoes reshaped around his swelling toes. His hair crept closer to the ceiling of the Tesla as his thick glutes swelled up, pushing him higher in the seat. The slight exertion made his cock throb in his slacks. But, no matter how erotic, it was brief. It was a spasm, so he didn’t fully notice. He just felt the need to adjust himself. “Well then, little one…” Andy shivered and practically melted at the growl from his lover. Dan was the only man he knew that had a deeper voice than his own. He swore he could hear the crystals in the library chandelier rattling. “…you might find that you have a fair bit to make up for once you get home if your news isn’t to my liking. Trading today did not go as well as I had hoped.” Dan sighed. “I only managed to make another fifty million today. I was hoping to get a certain deal with EnerTech to go through… but one of the old fogeys on the board wasn’t willing to sell his shares in the company. I only netted forty five percent for my client today, but I’ll be hitting it again tomorrow. He wants majority ownership before the end of the week, and it is a trillion-dollar company. If I land this deal, we’ll be set for life. I also snapped up majority ownership of a supplement company that I’m planning to sell off to the online supplement families… just a temporary acquisition.” Andy could hear his lover’s stress bubbling under the surface. The man had had a long day. He licked his lips, burning with desire. Dan would hopefully be having an even longer evening that led into the wee hours of the morning if he had his way. “I’ll see you soon. I expect you to come home, do your workout, then make me something just as delicious as you are to help make my bitter day sweet. I expect you to bring it to my office at 6:30, as I finish up my trading day.” There was an almost perfunctory click as Dan put the phone down, hanging up. Andy screamed with delight. His blood bubbled as he thought of how he was pushing his dom’s buttons. He was already breathing hard with anticipation. He bit his lower lip and rubbed his crotch, a low moan slipping out. He couldn’t wait to poke the bear… hoping the bear would poke him right back. He took control of the car, pulling up to the gate that led to their shared estate. He pressed the remote on his keys and the heavy motorized gate swung open, iron bars creaking as the motor groaned. He drove in, car slipping down the oak lined driveway like a silver hind unknowingly fleeing into a cougar’s claws. Constructive criticism always welcome!

“Hello, Dr. Morelli.” “Oh, hey there Preston. What are you doing over here at this time of morning? Shane went back to college yesterday; I am surprised that he didn’t tell you.” The 21-year-old has had a major crush on his friend’s dad for several years. The 46-year-old medical doctor, with his thick grayish-brown mustache, lanky but furry body, and thinning hair on his head, has downplayed what he has suspected for a while. His wife is still sleeping in their bedroom. “Uh, well I just wanted to come over and talk a bit. I know that you are incredibly busy most of the time and I just wanted to get to know you more.” “Hmm, get to know me more? You have talked to me a bit already Preston. You are an insightful young man and you could spend a lot of time with guys your own age, you know?” “Oh, I know that doc. Can I call you that?” “Hmm, well I think Dr. Morelli is sufficient, don’t you think?” Morelli’s wife, Cassandra, walks through. “Oh, hello Preston. Shane has gone back to college, is there something wrong? Does Sidney need to help you with a problem?” “No no Mrs. Morelli, I just thought I would come over here and talk to your husband for a couple of minutes.” “Oh, well that is nice of you. I figured that you would be getting ready for work during this time.” “Yeah, I should I suppose. Thanks for the conversation doctor.” “Okay Preston. Have a good day.” Morelli briefly tells his wife that Preston is just being nice and that there really isn’t anything of note to wonder about. The 21-year-old waits a couple of hours and calls Morelli’s office to make an appointment with him. He has to wait a couple of days as there are no openings for the day. When he arrives for his appointment, it is near the end of the day and he eventually gets into one of the rooms. Dr. Morelli walks in with his laptop, is wearing a polo and dress pants, and dress shoes. He sighs when he sees Preston sitting on the exam table. He goes to sit down a few feet away and starts looking through his chart. “Preston...I presume that there is something going on with you? Or are you here just to see me?” “Well, actually I think there is something going on. Originally, I was just coming here to see you for no reason, but I have developed a... well maybe you can tell?” “Hmm, well you do have...huh? Have you always been this muscular?” Preston smiles as Dr. Morelli looks at both of his arms, which are hugging his shirt sleeves. “I may have taken something that may have caused me to grow bigger muscles. I mean I love the way I look; I just wasn’t expecting some of the side effects from it.” “Side effects such as what exactly, Preston?” “Heh, well I feel a lot more aggressive. People seem to think that I have an attitude. I mean...they are not wrong, but it wasn’t something I planned on in the beginning.” Morelli is now also glancing over other areas of Preston’s body such as his pecs, which are hugging his shirt quite well and his huge veiny quads. The doctor shakes his head in disbelief. “Did you do this for me? The side effects are likely a result from your overuse of whatever you are taking to look like this. I mean...the aggressive personality was bound to happen if it is your body’s response to the extreme growth you have experienced.” “Haha, I might have done this for you Dr. Morelli. Can I be a little more honest with you now?” Preston gets up from the table and goes over to lock the room door. Then he grins as he rips his shirt open to reveal his huge powerful chest as he bounces each thick pec. He then flexes his huge guns as they swell to at least 22” each. Morelli jumps back and is up against the cabinets in the office. The big college-aged stud has him pinned now. “I don’t seem to have any restraint anymore. I just react. I think I might actually like it doctor.” Morelli wants to yell for help, but at the same time, there is something deep within him that admires Preston and how muscular he is. He reaches in to feel the 21-year-old's big melons, which makes him sigh. “Mm, thank you for doing that Dr. Morelli. I would love for you to join me. I have a feeling that you want to be big and powerful as well, right? I have a surprise for you.” Preston pulls out a vial from his shorts pocket and puts it on the counter beside them. “Give me a syringe and I will gladly move this along. Or maybe you would be willing to do it yourself?” “You are actually trying to seduce me with these growth hormones, Preston?” “I can’t help myself doctor. I have wanted you for years. Growing myself over the past few days has made me hunger for you even more and I want to turn you into a hot, luscious hulk like me, because I know that you can do it.” Morelli now has his hands on Preston’s lats and is taking in his scent. He is lightly moaning as Preston undoes his shorts as they slowly move down towards the ground. His big cock strains helplessly in his small briefs. He grunts as it slowly rips out the front of them and stands fully erect beside the stunned doctor. His cockhead is very wet as beads of precum begin rolling down his shaft. “As you can see, I am more than willing to have that sexy mouth of yours on my cock, if you are wanting to taste this big stick.” “Uh, Preston. I can’t focus on all of this at once. You are...well...you are a gorgeous young man. I can’t deny it. I suspected that you wanted me a while back, but I couldn’t show it because of Shane.” “Ha, so you have thought about me? Well, there is nothing to stop you now from having some quality alone time with me. Just give me a syringe Sidney and I can change everything about you, including how you think about me and yourself.” “Damnit Preston...they are in this drawer over here beside us. I can’t believe that you are doing this to me.” “You won’t care in a few minutes when you are getting off on yourself and me.” Morelli is now down on his knees as he starts to mess around with the beast’s hard wet cock. He barely flinches when it slings precum all over his face. He moans deeply as he runs his hands all over the young hunk’s big powerful legs and ass. The hulk quickly takes a syringe out of the drawer he was talking about and shoves it into the vial he brought in. After getting it half full, Preston grunts as he reaches down to plunge the needle into the doctor’s neck. “I have wanted to do this to you ever since I laid eyes on you doctor. The fun is about to start for both of us.” “I should hate you for this, but I am entranced by your huge muscles and can’t stop touching them.” “Haha, I really like you too Sidney. Now, can I get a nice big manly kiss from you?” Morelli stops playing with Preston’s cock and gets back up to his feet to envelop his lips with his. They both moan deeply as the twentysomething kicks his shorts to the side and tears the rest of his shirt off after placing the used syringe back on the counter with the vial to wrap his arms around the doctor. He is pressed up against him and is now looking into the middle-aged man’s beautiful green eyes. “I knew that we had chemistry the moment I met you, Sidney. You are an incredibly sexy man and those eyes tell me that you want me to grow you.” Morelli has now started to groan as the serum spreads through his system. “Err...fuck...I can feel things happening all over my body.” “Mm, I know. It is so fucking great, isn’t it? Let me feel you as you grow into your true form.” Preston is now running his hands all over Morelli’s chest and arms as his muscles begin to expand. The doctor is now grunting as his legs and cock start growing as well. He is now licking his lips and biting his tongue as he stares lustfully down at his swelling body. “AHH Preston, you are absolutely right, I do want this. Daddy wants to grow so badly!” Sidney has wrapped his swelling furry forearms around his young partner and is now squeezing him, tensing them as they expand against the young beast. His thickening, roundish biceps and triceps are now causing the sleeves on his polo to tear. “Fuck yeah daddy, you are getting so fucking powerful. Make that chest huge for me.” “Heh...that won’t be an issue, Preston. Daddy will have a massive pec shelf.” Preston can feel Morelli’s pecs inflating against his hands which makes him yell in delight. The hairy man’s nipples are now protruding through the fabric on his shirt as he feels his polo being stretched to its limits. “YES! You are making me leak so much Sidney that I am practically cumming pre. I can feel your huge quads rubbing against me too. Mm fuck...makes those seams rip.” “My quads are getting fucking huge and the growth is making my cock and balls so much bigger too. You wanted daddy to hulk out, well you are getting your wish Preston.” Morelli grunts loudly as his pants begin splitting all the way down to his knees. Both of his inflating hairy tree trunks are now visible as Preston reaches down to feel the growing beast’s crotch, which is struggling to stay inside its confines. The doctor has now grown a full beard to go with his impressive mustache and is in complete lust of his growing body. “Mm big boy...you are making daddy so happy right now. My fucking cock is going to burst out at any moment. Wow, take a look down below Preston.” His feet are now blasting their way out of his shoes as his huge and meaty calves quickly massacre his socks. The young hulk moans as he feels Morelli’s cock ripping out of his pants. The huge veiny rod throbs wildly as his big ball sac manages to flop out of the tatters of his underwear. “OH FUCK! You are really hung Sidney. It looks so fucking beautiful in between those massive legs.” “Yeah, it feels absolutely incredible too. I was already pretty big in that department, but now I can say that I am a horse. Heh, well daddy’s about to explode out of the rest of his puny clothing Preston, so enjoy the sights and sounds. I know I will!” Morelli grits his teeth as his swelling delts and traps begin to tear through the top of his polo. He moans as his enormous pecs pull the front apart, revealing the upper part of his furry eight pack. Preston immediately grabs one of the doctor’s huge hairy mounds in his hands and feels them flexing against his fingers. “You are hotter than I could have ever imagined in my head Sidney.” “You don’t have to call me that anymore Preston. That is who I was before you decided to turn me into an alpha beast. Let’s go with Brett as I continue to grow out of this polo.” He pushes the young hulk back a few steps so he can do a most muscular as his flaring lats and huge back demolish the rest of his top as it lays in tatters on his immense upper body. He is smiling and moaning at the same time as his huge cock starts to make a puddle on the floor along with Preston. “Ahh, you are so fucking right big boy. I can’t believe I never wanted this before.” Preston goes to grab his shirt. “No, leave it Preston. I am savoring how I went from being so introverted to becoming the man I never knew I needed to become. I feel so fucking massive!” ‘Brett’ grunts as his thick pelvic muscles finally become too much for his pants waistband and rips it off. He finally reaches up to slowly rip the rest of his polo off. He is now running his own hands all over his heaving chest, running his fingers through the thick forest of grayish-brown fur along his pecs and abs, and marveling at how deep and cavernous they are. He pulls Preston into him. “You are a fucking genius young man. You made me lust for muscle and now...well I think you know what you want to happen now.” “OH YEAH! You might be surprised to know Brett that I would love for you to start flexing and posing for me.” “We can both do that Preston. Daddy would love to compare himself to such a hot young beast like yourself.” After a couple of minutes of trying to figure out how to pose correctly, Morelli starts to do various things with his arms, making his biceps bulge as big as they can get, the veins corded all the way down his arms. “FUCK! Ahh...Brett I might cum without touching myself.” “Don’t you dare cum without me big boy. I will just have to keep edging you with my huge muscles and you need to join in. I want to worship you as much as you want to with me.” Preston starts to pose as well which quickly leads to both beasts grabbing each other’s muscles and searching each other. Their cocks are now rubbing, mixing each other’s precum with ferocity. Brett is now running his tongue along Preston’s pec shelf and up to his neck as the younger beast moans in ecstasy. They then stare into each other’s eyes and start kissing each other. It isn’t long before the college-aged hulk starts moving down along Brett’s huge midsection and reaches his wide quads. He kisses on them passionately before rubbing his face on the older hulk’s furry bush. “I lust for your entire body daddy, but I admit that I am very thirsty for your big, beautiful cock.” “He wants you too Preston. Daddy Brett has plenty of milk to feed you. All of this growing has made this beast build up quite a backlog of cum in his big heaving sac.” “Oh, my gawd, you always know what to say Brett.” The 21-year-old is now slowly running his tongue along the sides of Brett’s huge 11-inch beast as he massages both of the hairy hulk’s thickly-muscled legs with his hands. Morelli sighs loudly, teasing one of his pecs with one hand and rubbing Preston’s head with the other. “Mm, give him a nice massage with that sexy mouth of yours, big boy. He is going to blow here in a short time.” He stops him for a moment. “Hold on, let’s move over to the exam table. Get up on the seat big boy and let daddy get into a better position.” “OH, FUCK YES!” The exam table that was lying flat in the supine position was lifted up by the doctor with his arms. He grunts as he hears the lever break on the table as it sits up in a sitting position. Preston sits down in the seat as Morelli stands up on the step with the young beast in between his huge quads. His cock is dripping all over the young beast, coating his cock with his precum again. “Mm, look at that beautiful sight big boy. I am lubing you up. Now let’s make a mess.” “I think I may be in love with you Brett. You are the man of my dreams.” “Heh, cum for me Preston. I want to cross streams with you.” The two hulks start stroking each other in unison, their moans getting louder and more intense. It doesn’t take too long before Brett starts barking as he begins to spray Preston in the face. The college-aged hulk follows with his own massive load as it flies into the air and starts hitting Morelli’s chest. “YEAH! FUCKING get off on me young man. RRAAWWRR!!” He continues to drown Preston in his man milk as the young beast lifts his ass in the air and starts to stuff Brett’s spurting cock inside him. “Fuck me daddy, fill me up, I crave it so much. You are my master.” “OH YEAH BIG BOY! This beast is going to enjoy this.” Brett turns him towards the floor and hops up onto the table. It creaks before falling to the ground and both men moan in pleasure as the huge hairy hulk starts pounding him into oblivion, pumping load after load into Preston’s gut. The young beast has his tongue out to catch his own load in his mouth, which makes Morelli smile as he helps to stroke his cock as he cums. “Mm... he he...good boy. Drink that thick cum. Daddy Brett would like a taste too.” He turns Preston’s cock up to his mouth and slowly moves down on it. He sighs as he slurps for a few seconds before pulling it out. His younger partner moans in ecstasy as he finishes cumming. Brett can feel himself nearly drained and leans down on top of the 21-year-old. “You are the best thing to happen to me since my own boy was born Preston. I honestly don’t know what is going to be next for me and Cassie because she will never want to be with a beast like me. I am not the same man she married.” “Well...you never know Brett. She might be into huge hairy bodybuilders and was keeping it a secret.” “I don’t think so Preston. You have pretty much ended any chance that I will be able to be the quiet and reserved doctor again. This doctor is going to have to choose a new specialty. Now give your daddy a kiss and let me explore you so more.” Morelli picks him up off the ground and carries him over to one of the counters again. He looks the young beast in his eyes again and leans in to kiss him passionately on the lips as he starts to run his hands all over the college-aged hulk’s back and arms. Preston has now started to explore Brett’s chest with his mouth, licking and tugging on the hairy beast’s nipples and slurping on his cum-covered pecs. “Mm... I am not going to be getting anything else done for the rest of the day with you here.” “I don’t think that fucking matters today, Brett. You have been reborn as a fucking god.” “Heh, you do have a point. This office is trashed anyway, I might as well make a bigger mess and have fun with it.” “Absolutely daddy. I want to make your muscles force you to make more milk for me. I am just starting to scratch the surface on your gorgeous chest and arms. Your legs are immaculate Brett.” “Do what you have to do Preston. I am more than willing to get worshipped again by you. I have never felt this good in my life.” “With pleasure!” As the young beast starts to massage Brett’s huge muscles again, there is a lot of pounding on the exam room door. The police have been called and are trying to get in. The two beasts laugh as they are interrupted.

Francisco era un hombre ya maduro, alrededor de los 52 años, un hombre de cuerpo lampiño y cabello negro, ya tenía canas en su cabellera, aúnque aún el color oscuro predominaba, bigote bien cuidado, su forma física era buena, era alguien fornido, se veía q en su juventud había sido alguien que siempre estuvo en buena forma, sus brazos robustos aún se veían un poco en forma era el dueño de una empresa farmacéutica, su vida y sus investigaciones las había dedicado por mucho tiempo a encontrar la forma de pelear contra el avance de la edad, había estudiado posibilidades infinitas, la constante de saber el desgaste continuo del cuerpo era la falta de la capacidad célular de regeneración, pero... ¿Y si hubiera alguna forma de apoyar esa regeneración?... Francisco se obsesionó desde joven con ese tema, no paraba de desvelarse durante noches, estudiando componentes que pudieran ayudar a esos procesos, hasta que al llegar a la edad de los 30 llegó a la conclusión que era importante darle especial atención al ejercicio y a la alimentación. Darle al cuerpo una dosis extra de proteínas concentradas y también testosterona en el caso de los hombres era esencial para poder hacer que el cuerpo humano estuviera en óptimas condiciones, a nivel célular era lo ideal para poder hacer que todo estuviera como una máquina perfectamente afinada. Pero no era suficiente, aún el desgaste avanzaba y ahí fue cuando Francisco entendió que el cuerpo humano tenía que tener de forma obligada una ayuda exógena, algún tipo de estimulante que pudiera hacer que el cuerpo produciera más testosterona y al mismo tiempo darle proteínas adicionales al cuerpo, trabajó años en un esteroide que tuviera efectos, no de hormona exógena, si no más bien hacer que el cerebro obligara al cuerpo a producir 100 veces más testosterona. Francisco consiguió crear aquella formula que estimulaba el cerebro para la producción de testosterona a los 35 años, realmente algo rápido, empezó a experimentar con ratas de laboratorio, pero había un problema, aunque la substancia hacia en los sujetos de prueba lo que se suponía, que era un aumento drástico en la masa muscular, también había ciertos efectos secundarios, el menos peligroso era un gran aumento en el deseo sexual, los sujetos de prueba demostraban un gran apetito sexual, si el ratón estaba acompañado no importaba si era macho o hembra el ratón acompañante, el que estaba lleno del suero experimental follaba a su pareja hasta que el ratón normal fallecía. El segundo era que después de unos días el cuerpo del ratón inyectado colapsaba, al parecer el cuerpo de la criatura no aguantaba el ritmo acelerado al generar testosterona de forma tan rápida. Entonces si el cuerpo podía aguantar así por unos días había una posibilidad de que pudiera todo esto tener éxito, solo había que buscar una forma en qué el cuerpo se pudiera aclimatar al cambio desenfrenado de producción de testosterona, y a la aceleración del metabolismo. Francisco pensó en varias opciones, pero una más improbable que la anterior, en este mundo, no había nada parecido a lo que él quisiera recrear, sus investigaciones quedaron estancadas conforme el tiempo pasó y la fórmula de su esteroide la guardó, le dió más importancia otros proyectos para poder sustentar su investigación más adelante, mientras aparecía alguna forma en la cuál cumplir lo que él siempre había deseado. Con el paso del tiempo Francisco se hizo de una gran riqueza, su talento en la rama de la farmacología le ayudó generando bastantes medicamentos innovadores pero costosos que lo catapultaron a la cima, a la edad de 42 años con la trayectoria que ya tenía y toda su experiencia en el ramo, incluso decidió ampliar sus conocimientos a la ingeniería genética. Efectivamente, lo que necesitaba Francisco estaba en esa área, todos los conocimientos que tenía empezó a usarlos en su proyecto que había abandonado, solo tenía que crear un organismo simbionte, no tenía que ser inteligente, solo tenía que poder unirse y ayudar al cuerpo humano con el proceso de aceleración de su suero, y recrear las funciones básicas de cualquier ser vivo con excepción de la reproducción. Fueron años de experimentos hasta que Francisco por fin logró su cometido, en un contenedor yacía una mancha azul obscuro moviéndose de forma rara, arrastrándose por un gran contenedor una criatura viscosa y que parecía haber salido de una película de terror, pero Francisco sabía que no era así, era el siguiente paso para combatir el avance del desgaste del cuerpo humano, esta criatura había sido diseñada por él, y de hecho Francisco había usado algo de su sangre para asegurar la compatibilidad con su nueva creación, así q nadie más que él podría ocupar a aquel ser que había creado.

“I want to feel your muscles as they grow, Justin.” “Uh, we are in a public place Freddie. I have no idea why you are so obsessed with ‘him’. I wasn’t going to let him out until we have been dating for at least few more months.” Justin Langham, a 42-year-old software developer has had a secret for most of his life. He learned, after hitting puberty, that he had a medical condition that allowed himself to ‘hulkout’ after a bit of sexual and mental stimulation. In other words, if he is ever coaxed by someone that is a bit too eager, it can result in some rather awkward, but possibly exciting results for the other person. As his body has matured in his later years; the growth became even more remarkable from the time he was just a teenager. His current partner, Frederick Hardman, a 29-year-old systems analyst at the same company, originally did not like Justin very much because he thought he was too much of a narcissist. However, after working with the lankily built older man for a few years, they drew closer and eventually a spark ignited between the two of them on a more ‘personal’ level. For years, Justin would satisfy his sexual urges in private by going into a nearby forest, or some other isolated area, so he could ‘let his inner beast’ take over, at least for the time being until he is satisfied. This has become less frequent in recent years, since he is much busier with his career and a bit less time for fun time with mates. Freddie, being a sexual creature himself, has been trying to get his new partner to have sex with him, but has gotten a lot of resistance from him since the very beginning. Justin, who is a decently good-looking man, does not have a muscular body. He has a typical dadbod for men his age, with tufts of hair strewn about all over his body. He is what they describe as skinny fat, with just a bit of padding all over. His body hair has some silver throughout, mixed in with brown and black patches. Eventually, after dating for a few weeks, Justin had to let Freddie know about his dark secret. Expecting the younger man, who is notably quite attractive, chiseled face with reddish stubble, has a furry chest with a defined eight-pack and firm pecs, 16-in guns, and big legs, especially his quads, to probably leave him after this revelation, was blown away when the sexy redhead had a different reaction. He was wanting to force Justin to be an exhibitionist and let the ‘beast’ out in an uncomfortable place, their employer. This is where the story begins. The two men are standing in a supply closet together. Both of them are wearing dress clothes. Freddie has on blue pants with black pinstripes, a white dress shirt underneath a matching blue jacket with the same pinstripes. Justin is wearing black pants with an undershirt with a V-shape along the neckline underneath a gray dress shirt, which is underneath a black jacket with gray pinstripes in it. “Do you have a name for ‘him’, Justin? I am really curious.” The older man is staring at Freddie in bewilderment. “What!? Uh...Eh. Umm, yeah actually. He goes by Mr. H.” The younger man is clearly getting wound up as he approaches his partner. He has him up against one of the shelves and is slowly rubbing his hands on his chest. He can feel Justin’s heart starting to beat a bit faster than before. “Mr. H huh? Does that stand for hulk?” “Umm, it does actually. It is kind of stupid, isn’t it? Freddie doesn’t seem to think so by his reaction. “No boss...I don’t think it is stupid at all. I think it is incredibly hot.” He unbuttons his blue jacket and opens it to show Justin that his shirt is getting wetter by the sweat that is starting to appear on his chest. He smiles as he flexes his abs, which protrude through his dress shirt. He can see Justin getting even more uncomfortable with each passing minute that goes by. “So... does it take a lot to get you to come undone? I am willing to make it happen, because here and now is a perfect place and time to let loose.” Justin knows that Freddie most likely planned this out and is probably not going to be able to get away because his partner is no pushover when it comes to strength. He has seen what he can do in the gym, even if he isn’t the biggest guy. “You clearly want me to destroy something, don’t you, instigator? I know I can’t fight you off, but I will resist as much as I can.” “Oh, I know you will Justin.” Freddie takes his jacket off and throws it behind him. He undoes the belt on his pants and lets them fall to the ground, revealing his big, well-developed quads, nicely padded in thick red fur. He flexes them which gets the older man to react in a way that suggests he is getting closer to losing it. The young analyst’s cock is clearly visible in his tight briefs. He pulls his shoes off and kicks his pants off to the side. Freddie is now only wearing socks, briefs, and his white dress shirt. He bounces his pecs the best he can and rubs his face along Justin’s brownish beard, which also has some silvery hair. The man’s breathing is becoming more labored. The redheaded stud undoes his older partner’s jacket and pulls it off of him, so he can get a better look at Justin’s upper body. He can see sweat stains appearing under his partner’s gray shirt and grins. “I imagine it won’t take much more, am I right boss?” “You are...right...evil man. It is definitely going to happen shortly. What you need to realize is...I do enjoy growing a lot. I FUCKING LOVE IT! I just...try to do it away from places...I...uhh...fucking shit...mmm...” Justin can feel his cock getting stimulated. Freddie can feel it against his abs and reaches down to rub his hands on it. He moans knowing what is coming. The hulk-to-be continues talking. “I have also learned...to control it...mmm...it feels REALLY GOOD! The pain was awful in the early years. Now though...I can make it go to where...I want it to go...” Justin’s pecs are now starting to inflate. Freddie watches in excitement as he sees his partner’s shirt starting to fill up. He unbuttons his own shirt and takes it off. He is mostly naked now besides his socks and his briefs. He can see the older man’s arms starting to swell now as well. Justin reaches down to grab Freddie’s hands and puts them on his chest. His pecs are now pressing against his shirt and continuing to grow. He is smiling with his teeth showing as he continues to talk to his suitor. “Alright...you wanted this...you horny fucker. Now you can watch and feel me become the version of myself that I crave...greatly.” Freddie watches as Justin rips his tie off of his neck with his noticeably larger forearms, as they slowly start ripping through his sleeves. The buttons that were holding the sleeves together at his wrists go flying and bounce off of his protruding chest. The veins pulsing and muscle fiber striations are visible as his younger partner reaches up to squeeze both of his boyfriend’s growing arms. It is clear that the swelling hulk is purposefully trying to control everything as much as he can. “Oh, fuck Justin, I only dreamed about something like this happening to the man I was dating.” Freddie can feel his cock starting to precum as it dribbles out the side of his briefs. The fortysomething beast-to-be is also starting to grow in his lower half, as his quads start filling out and stretching the fabric of his slacks. His previously undersized cock is now beginning to test the limits of the front of his pants as it attempts to push itself forward in front of him and is flirting with Freddie’s abs, causing a huge tent to form. The young stud can feel its power against him. “Yes boss...this is freaking incredible. I can’t wait for you to hulkout in here...” “Uhhmmm...it won’t take much...longer...mmm...fuck...my lats...” Justin grunts as the seams in the sides of his shirt rip, as his back begins to emerge. Freddie can see two thick forests of blackened fur peering from above each bloated lat. The growing beast takes his friend’s hands and slowly moves them up his arms, letting them go and says to him, “I am ready to give you a show, Freddie. I am going to try and control it...the best I can...mmm...YES!” Freddie moans loudly, eyeing and feeling his partner’s biceps and triceps, engorged with raging power, slowly tearing and ripping their way free of their confines. The sexy younger hunk notices they are still growing once they are freed. He can hear Justin sighing as he leans in to run his face and mouth over top of the thick, sweaty, garden-hose sized veiny softball-sized guns. He is then directed to move back to Justin’s attention, making eye contact. “AHH...well...guess what time it is...” The hulk’s pant seams begin ripping as his hairy quads continue to expand, but he then stares into his partner’s eyes and says, “MMM...he wants to meet you...” Freddie hears him grunting loudly as Justin’s huge beast finally rips its way out the front of his slacks, smacking his partner in the chest. “OH, FUCKING WOW boss!” Justin’s package has completely mangled his briefs as his swelling balls can be seen as well. Freddie marvels at its size, it looks as if it is at least 10 or 11 inches in length and is incredibly girthy. The veiny sheath covering it entices the young man, as he feels it pulsing and leaking down his abs and onto his soaked briefs. The beast’s quads continue to grow as most of them can be viewed now. Even the hulk’s calves are starting to rip through his pants. “Want to see me destroy my shoes, Freddie?” He groans as the sound of leather being destroyed turns him off greatly. His growing feet burst out of both of them. Justin laughs and is clearly intoxicated by the rush of adrenaline and testosterone flowing through him. His chest is begging for mercy, his nipples are twice as big as they used to be and peering through the shirt fabric. His traps, now engorged and veiny, are slowly tearing his shirt at the neckline as his delts, trying desperately to grow, are fighting for freedom as well on the swelling behemoth. Freddie can also see and feel his partner’s inflating eight pack protruding against his own sweaty body. “OH SHIT...MMM...I am... going to savor...TTHHIISS...enn...uhh...enjoy the experience...ffuucckkeerr...” Justin shoves Freddie’s face into his chest as he puffs his chest out. The horny redhead feels his own cockhead finding its way out the side of his underwear and is throbbing wildly. It accidentally touches the hulk’s raging tool and appears to be mating with it. He is shocked to see that is swelling a bit and it nearly destroys his own briefs. “Wait...what is happening to my...” “HAHA! Oh yeah...I did forget to let you in on another secret of mine, didn’t I? Well, this hulk is ready to let his chest do the talking...” Justin gleefully feels his pecs ripping his shirt open, as the two bloated masses nearly touch his chin before dropping down a couple of inches to rest. The top three buttons go flying like rockets all over the closet. He then intentionally flexes his abs, causing the rest of his shirt to rip open. “RAWR! Gawd I always love it when my chest does that. AWW YEAH, I am getting the urge now to...ERRMMM...Let me see if I can...” Justin then tries to do a lat flare which causes his shirt to nearly disintegrate from the back, as he feels all of his expanding back muscles to rip the fabric completely off the top of his neckline. He can feel his glutes finishing off his briefs as they burst his pants open from his ass and continue swelling. Freddie has now started to nurse on the beast’s mammoth, veiny, furry tits. Justin picks him up in his arms to let him get a better position to focus on the hulk’s immense chest. He tears Freddie’s briefs off and lightly massages his ass with his thickening fingers on his right hand. “Remember when you were so intent on fucking me, Freddie?” “Oh? OH? Oh, my gawd Justin...I am not sure I am prepared to be...” He laughs a little as he slowly starts to shove each one of his fingers inside the redhead’s wet hole, one at a time. He then takes his left hand and tears the rest of Freddie’s pants, belt, and briefs off. What is left of his shirt is also tossed to the side. Justin has stopped growing for the time being. “Hey crazy man...stop nursing on me for a minute stud.” The lust in Freddie’s eyes can be seen when he looks up at the beast. Justin leans down to kiss him deeply on the lips before stopping after a few seconds. “I am actually not done Fred. This is me being controlled. I want to keep going, but I also want to know if you want to join me. When our cocks made contact, you saw what happened. You gained about another inch in size and length.” The younger stud seems to get what he is implying. “Do you even have to ask me again boss? Let’s fucking become gods and outgrow this place.” “I knew you would you said that. My cock wants to be inside you so badly. I promise I will be as gentle as I can.” Justin slowly squeezes his beast inside Freddie’s eager hole. The young stud feels a whole range of emotions overcoming his senses as the growing hulk’s huge member makes contact with his insides. There is a sense of euphoria he has never felt before, which Justin can also feel himself. He slowly starts to grind his partner, feeling Freddie’s hole melding to his cock and is slowly easing the tension from within. The changes will likely happen soon for the redheaded hulk-to-be. “You are such a good boy Freddie. We are ridiculously compatible; I am not even sure if I even need to cum inside you because I can definitely sense a yearning emanating from your body. The hunger for conversion and growth is so obvious.” “I really hope you are right. I assume that I am associating with Mr. H right now?” “HEH! Well, we are one with each other. He doesn’t actually talk any differently than I do. Basically, as you can tell, I am getting more intense, which by the way, I need to do this.” Justin is now expanding rapidly as the rest of his clothing is reduced to nothing but strips of fabric. He growls as he feels his cock being forced to slide out of his partner’s hole. He stares directly into the redhead’s eyes and smiles. It is as if he is giving permission to his partner’s body to start growing itself. He can hear Freddie groaning loudly now as he starts to feel himself swelling. “OH YEAH! That is my studly boy! Mr. H has waited too long to find his perfect suitor. Grow big enough so I can slip myself back inside you. I am wanting badly to fill you up.” “YES! GROW ME! I can feel my body surrendering over to it completely. The testosterone is accelerating at lightning speed Justin. I have godlike genetics, you know this already. I am ready to give up my normal life for this one. LET’S GO!” Freddie is expanding rapidly as he repositions himself on top of his older partner. He laughs maniacally as his legs start to press up against the closet. His huge cock grows bigger on top of Justin’s thick abdominal wall and his swelling ass quickly finds the hulk’s eager tool and swallows it inside his larger hole. Justin yells in delight as he begins fucking his growing partner in excitement as he continues to watch the redhead beasting out on top of him. Freddie’s gorgeous chest is ballooning so fast that it is making a lot of stretching noises. His abs are getting incredibly deep and cavernous to the point that you could probably shove a normal man’s hand between them. He has now put his thickening arms up along the ceiling and is intentionally trying to make it give way. Justin is grinning as he does this, as it makes him even more horny. “HAHA, we are so perfect for each other. I will wait to go full blown hulk until you are with me, if you know what I mean?” “AHH YEAH! I already feel so fucking big hulk man. Make me a giant, I want your hulk hormones destroying me.” Justin’s intense hunger to cum inside Freddie has accidentally caused him to grow even bigger as he feels himself pressing his huge feet up against the front of the closet. His partner is also growing again as he starts to arch his back down towards his hulkish partner. He is moaning loudly as he pushes up on the ceiling with his enormous back. It is starting to buckle under the power of his frame as several things begin to crash to the ground. “PUMP ME FULL JUSTIN!” With each thrust now, both of them grow exponentially bigger, causing the closet to completely give way as they find themselves starting to go through multiple floors of the building, debris sticking to their godlike muscles as they eventually find themselves outside in the cool springlike air. Their voices echo as they moan loudly causing the surrounding car alarms to go off. “OH FREDDIE! I think it is time for us to get out of here. We will have to find another company to work for from now on.” “Sounds about right Mr. H. This human vessel is now a party of two thanks to you.” The two muscle giants get up off the ground and feel the rest of the building collapsing around them. They start walking towards a wooded area in the distance in hopes of vanishing into the fog that has developed there. They can hear helicopters and emergency services behind them.

“Perry, come over here to my cubicle. I promise you that you won’t regret it.” “What are you going on about Jai? Are you fantasizing again?” “Oh, I don’t think it is a fantasy anymore my friend. I think it is about to become a reality.” Over the past few months, the two office coworkers began bonding over their love of muscle and how they would love to just start growing after a long shift to let off some steam. Perry turns the corner and notices that his Indian friend is looking a bit sweaty. “What is going on? Did you take something to make you sweat like this?” “Heh, uhm maybe? I may have gotten a hold of a secret drinky drink that may turn a puny little man like me into a competition ready beast.” He shows his buddy a bottle that he was drinking out of and shakes it a little, making it make a sloshing sound. “Oh? OHH! You are really going to do this here in the office?” “Mmm hmm. It doesn’t matter anyway, does it? You will get to see me grow and become a huge hulk. Then maybe...” “Oh, my gawd, you don’t have to finish that sentence.” Jai smiles as he feels his muscles starting to swell beneath his dress shirt and pants. He can feel his feet straining in his shoes as he stands up and looks around. Perry tries to hide his growing erection, but his cute Indian coworker knows that he is getting excited. He takes his glasses off and puts them on his desk. “You don’t have to date a stereotypical skinny Indian IT guy anymore Perry. I will be your big hunky daddy and...err mm... ahh I think I am getting bigger down below.” They both look down at Jai’s swelling member, which is slowing moving down one of his expanding quads. The Indian is now starting to grip the sides of his cubicle, the veins in his hands are growing larger as they protrude up into his thickening forearms. Perry is starting to leak down his leg, leaving a wet spot in his own pants. “I... uhm...I shouldn’t want this to happen to you but...mmm...I do.” “I know what you want Perry. I want it too. I can already feel my testosterone levels increasing in my brain. Look how close I already am to bursting out of my clothes. I am starting to feel how big I am getting. This material does have some give to it, but enjoy how I look right now in them. This is all for us. Nobody else will ever have to know because they probably won’t recognize me after tonight.” The growing Indian manages to stop his transformation for the time being so he can let Perry take in the sights. He lets his coworker run his hands all over his sweat-stained shirt and pants, feeling each curve and pulsing vein, sighing as he tries to control his breathing and contain his excitement. It is clear that Jai has gained at least 30 pounds of muscle so far onto what was once a very slender frame. He leans in to plant a strong kiss on Perry’s lips, as they both embrace for a couple of minutes, letting his partner enjoy his warm body as his body hair thickens and he moans softly as he feels his facial hair growing and the hair on his head falls off onto the floor. “MMM...you are already so fucking sexy Jai. I can feel how round your pecs and biceps are getting through your shirt. Your handsome face is so much more manly now with the beard and the bald head.” “Heh, thank you cutie. This is fine if you wanted to be just a physique competitor, but I want to look like one of the big boys though. This is also fine if you want to appeal to the ladies too, but I want you, Perry, and I know that you want a lot of thick caramel beef to hold on to and play with.” Jai smiles as he puffs his chest out making a couple of the buttons fly off the top of his shirt. He then grunts as he hears some of the fabric ripping on his sleeves as his swollen biceps are partially freed. The top part of his growing pec shelf is visible now and making Perry lose his composure. “Ahh...that feels a little better. Oh, my guns are looking pretty good, but I need to make them bigger. I can feel my legs...” Jai’s swelling quads are now blasting the seams on his pants open. His bloated ass follows as it rips its way out of his underwear and starts to reveal itself as well. Perry is rubbing on the Indian’s huge tool, which is straining inside the fabric. Jai wants to flex so much as he feels his confidence building rapidly, but he can’t help but to revel in the feeling of hulking out of his clothing. “I think maybe you should move back a little for me Perry so I can outgrow this tiny space. Daddy Jai is ready to emerge and demand some more attention. Err...mmm...oh it feels so damn good...” Perry moves back a few steps as Jai grunts loudly feeling his entire body growing even larger. His feet blast through his shoes and socks as his thickening torso becomes too much for his shirt and it begins to rip in multiple spots. He growls in pleasure as his back splits his shirt down the middle and his lats start to flare wider, causing seams to rip. His pants are now being massacred by his expanding quads and his dick is starting to tear itself out the side of the fabric. “Oh, fuck Jai...I have dreamt of this before. Watching you turn into the man of my dreams is everything that I have ever wanted.” “Heh heh, I am going to be ready to step on a stage when I am done here babe. Look at how amazingly huge and striated I am getting. I can feel my abdominal wall getting so incredibly deep and wide.” He walks forward and moans as he big furry pecs become too much for his shirt and they launch a few more buttons across the cubicle. He barks as he bounces them and lifts his arms up into the air to feel his shirt literally rip open as he does a double bicep for Perry. His huge 22” cannons are now on full display as they rise in the air and harden, showing off their impressive vascularity. His partner marvels at his cavernous pits, which are filling to the brim with thick black fur. “I am... practically speechless Jai. You are so incredibly beautiful and massive.” The huge Indian bodybuilder stops posing for a few seconds to reach down and rip off his pants and his shirt. He then starts flexing his chest and legs for Perry, trying to emulate the huge beasts that he has idolized for quite some time. His big cock is now erect and leaking onto the floor. The cubicle is almost too small for the two men, but he is enjoying the fact that he has grown so much. “Am I big enough for you now Perry? I want you to put your hands all over me.” The stunned coworker is now rubbing his hands all over Jai’s impressive abdominal cavity and his huge heaving caramel-colored pecs as the big man leans down to kiss him again. He moans deeply as he picks him up in his arms to hold him against his huge body. They stay in this position for several minutes, exchanging saliva and enjoying each second together. He puts him back down and turns to let Perry see the back side of him. “Oh, my gawd Jai, you are mind-bogglingly gorgeous. What an incredible ass you have. Those hamstrings are really striated and I love your calves too.” “Yeah, I know. I think I have achieved the body I have always wanted.” He turns back around and kicks his shoes off to the side. He then turns to put his glasses back on, which are practically painted to his face now. He laughs. “Hmm, well I think I will need a new pair. These are about to snap in two with my muscular head.” Perry is petting his tool lovingly as he also gets more acquainted with his Indian partner’s incredibly huge well-developed quads, squeezing them with his hands. Jai can feel his balls getting really swollen and knows that he needs to release his boys really soon. He takes his glasses off again and puts them back on the desk as he also reaches for the bottle of whatever he was drinking earlier. “I saved some for you babe. I was not about to do this alone. I want to share my bodybuilding adventure with you, so we can both take over the competitions and make the other guys wish they were as huge as we are.” Perry takes the bottle from Jai’s hand and looks inside it. The aroma of the concoction permeates his nose and goes straight into his brain. He nearly falls over when the Indian beast reaches out to keep him up. He laughs a bit. “Whoa there Perry. I forgot to tell you that it had a strong smell. In case you didn’t notice, it has cum in it. It came from a warlock who is known to help out those who he deems worthy. He heard about us and felt that we deserved to be given this gift.” “A warlock? Hmm, I don’t know...uhm...damn it...I won’t be able to resist though. My mind is at war with what this stuff is already doing to me mentally.” He looks into Jai’s beautiful hazel eyes and starts to down the substance from the bottle. The huge beast pulls him into his arms again as Perry slowly strokes the huge hunk’s cock and finishes drinking the mixture. He throws it off to the side as the bottle hits one of the cubicles walls. “I have really strong feelings for you Jai. The prospects of being a huge bodybuilding champion alongside you is something I would definitely be willing to share. I think maybe we could take turns winning every other year.” Jai leans down to kiss him on the lips again as he squeezes his biceps and hands against his partner’s back. He can hear Perry groaning softly. The smaller man has stopped stroking his partner and has his hands and arms around the beast’s thick waist and is gripping his huge muscular lower back. They stop kissing so he can concentrate on his growth. “I was expecting it to hurt a lot, but I am feeling my muscles aching and straining. Deep down I feel like I am on the verge of exploding in size. I guess I just want it really badly.” “Oh, I know you do babe. You are probably going to make me cum when you outgrow that outfit. I am falling in love with you Perry. Watching you grow into your true form is everything I want from you and more.” Perry is now starting to feel his body swelling as his pants start to stretch slowly against his expanding quads and glutes. Jai has his hands over top of his partner’s ass, feeling it thicken against his fingers. He is moaning as he softly kisses Perry’s twitching neck, noticing that his coworker’s face is getting more defined as his facial hair starts to grow out as well. “Ahh...you were not wrong when you said that it feels even better once you start to feel your muscles testing the limits of your clothes. I am going to have a massive upper body; I can feel it.” Perry’s inflating arms and chest are starting to cause the fabric on his shirt to make creaky noises. He is toying with the growth as he lets go of Jai to show him what he looks like. His pecs and abs are practically painted onto his shirt as he stares at his arms in shock. He knows if he even flexes that the sleeves will likely burst open. Jai is incredibly turned on and is about to shoot his load. “OH BABE! If you already look this hot at this size, I just don’t know what I will...” “Yeah! I want you to cum all over me beautiful. Big Perry is going to make his entrance.” The growing hunk grunts as his quads start to shred his pants. His huge throbbing tool amazingly tears through the fabric as well as it starts to leak profusely. He gleefully starts to flex his arms, staring at them one at a time, watching as they blast through the sleeves, each bicep rising thicker and beefier. The fur on his body has greatly increased, as the front of his shirt struggles to stay intact under the weight of his bloated hairy pecs. Jai is now cumming all over Perry’s shirt and pants, making him yell “YEAH!” multiple times. He can feel his huge ass splitting his pants in the back as his huge delts and lats are slowly ripping seams as well. He can feel his feet tearing through his shoes as he looks down and marvels at how much he is growing. “I didn’t think I would ever look like this. Oh, my gawd, my chest is getting so fucking thick, I LOVE IT!” Perry moans as he feels his huge chest ripping the fabric on his shirt in multiple places. His huge round hairy melons gradually emerge as his thick abdominals burst through the bottom buttons on his top. He laughs as his huge muscular waist tears his pants apart, falling to where his immense cock is, holding them up with its strength. “Keep coating me with your thick cum Jai. It just makes me want to get even bigger. I love feeling the fabric ripping on my muscles and how this stuff inside me is building up my confidence.” The Indian hulk says, “Bigger Babe” a few times, making Perry moan loudly as he says, “Yeah...more...MORE...I love your fucking voice, Jai.” feeling his back getting larger and thicker, pulling his shirt apart as it sticks to his immense frame. He can feel Jai’s cum still hitting his chest, rolling down in between his massive pec forest and onto his thick cock. He reaches down to pull his mangled pants off his tool and tosses them over to Jai, who laughs. Perry is now gripping the sides of the cubicle now as he sighs, still feeling his arms growing. “I am growing into a muscle monster beautiful, but I don’t think you care, do you?” “OH, FUCK NO babe! You clearly are the dominant one, and I am okay with that.” Perry’s huge pecs are growing even wider as his shirt looks like a second skin now. He pulls himself up like he is doing a dip on the cubicle as it creaks. His arms are gigantic, full of garden-hosed size vascularity and tons of thick blackish-brown fur. His lats are on full display, flaring as he also has a thick forest of hair within his pits. Jai starts to mess with his partner’s huge muscles as he pulls the rest of Perry’s destroyed shirt off of him. The white beast gets down off the cubicle and grabs the Indian beast to pull him into his arms. They kiss each other deeply as Perry starts to shove his fingers into his partner’s wet hole. He reaches down with his other hand to keep stroking Jai’s wet tool as it continues to spill its seed. After a couple of minutes of teasing his partner’s anus, he lifts him up with his powerful arms and slides his thick cock inside the Indian’s eager hole. Jai lets out a few loud “AHHS” and grips the sides of the cubicle as Perry starts to grind him. They are completely unaware that they are being watched by the security guard, who is keeping his distance over by one of the other cubicles.

“Preston? All the guys are anxious to see you bro. It is your birthday after all.” “Uh...Cam? I can’t leave the bathroom right now, you know what I told you before about my weird issue, right?” “You know that I don’t believe that you have some other guy inside you. I am not telling them that either. Just don’t be in there too long, they will get pissed off and leave.” “I can’t control what is happening to me dude. It just starts when it starts. I think maybe it is because he knows that there are other male suitors here.” The now 25-year-old beefy Texan can feel himself starting to change and is trying not to get too excited over it. “Uh...Cam...just...well try to entertain them for a bit. I... uh...mmm...oh fuck this is going to feel so good, I can tell.” “Whatever you say, bro!” Preston can hear his bones shifting and his muscles stretching and swelling as he looks on in the bathroom mirror. It has been a long time since he has let his mature, incredibly muscular half have its way with him. He knows that he needs to try and keep his voice down, but the sensations coursing through his body are going to be overwhelming. “Oh fuck...I have really missed this so much. Daddy Preston is going to be really popular tonight; I can feel it deep down inside me.” He can feel his back swelling as he gradually gets a bit taller at the same time. His boots are now straining against his expanding toes as they fight for release. He can start to feel his mind changing ever so slightly too. It makes him want it even more. “AHH, yeah fucking grow for me muscles. I am more than willing to let you out, big daddy.” He laughs slightly as he feels his arms starting to expand as his quads and calves begin to stretch his jeans as well. His ass is stretching the fabric as it squeaks loudly. He can also feel his pecs getting bigger beneath his undershirt as his leather vest starts straining against his expanding delts and traps. “MMM...rruugghh...oh...fuck...heh...I can’t be too loud...uhm...he he...but damn the pleasure really makes me want to go full Saiyan.” He can see how big the veins are getting on his biceps which are completely visible beneath the fabric, the thick cords protruding, and it is making his cock react to the sensations. He can feel it stretching down his growing right quad as his underwear rips slightly under the weight of his manhood. The contours of his pecs are also visible in the bathroom mirror as well. He is prolonging the growth as much as he can. “This time is SO MUCH better than before. Mm... heh heh...” He grunts as he feels his feet and ankles destroying his boots, the leather splitting in two as his jeans begin ripping apart at the seams as well. He knows that his voice will change at any second as a result of his transition into his bigger half. He can hear a knock on his door again. “Preston? Are you really going to be in there all night? I am having trouble keeping the guys entertained.” The growing beast laughs and moans as he hears Cam outside the door again. “Cam...I already told you...I am growing in here. HAHA! Mm... you want to come in here and see what I am talking about?” The 25-year-old outside the door notices that the tone in Preston’s voice has definitely changed and is a bit confused. “Uh...are you okay in there? I can tell there is something different about your voice. You seem incredibly happy as well.” Preston starts saying, “YEAH...YEAH...” as he feels his belt snap around his waist, and he his vest starts to split along the middle of his back as it also starts ripping through his shirt. “Get in here dude. Watch me as I... I will try to wait until you do...” “Wait until you what?” “Just get in here Cam...I think you will be glad you did.” His friend is quite surprised when he enters and sees that Preston is looking a lot bigger than he did earlier. Pieces of his boots are hugging his legs as his calves are now peering out the sides of his jeans where they have ripped open. His quads are still growing wider as the last remaining seams on his jeans give way, revealing his huge, dense, powerful wheels, which have now developed several teardrop-shaped separations in each of them. “WHOA! Uh...wow Preston. You were not lying, were you?” “Lock the door Cam. I am not ready for the reveal...mmm...just yet...RRAARR!!” The beast’s swelling pecs are now ripping his undershirt down the front as his gut completely vanishes and his expanding eight pack can now be seen. His giant biceps and triceps make quick work of his sleeves as he tenses his hands and gleefully watches in delight as his bloated forearms blast through the front sections of his shirt. Each one of them is incredibly vascular, wide, and powerful. “I am so glad that you decided to come in and watch me hulk out Cam. You are now meeting daddy Preston. He is very glad to meet you.” The huge bodybuilder is now tearing his vest and shirt off and is breathing heavily as he shows Cameron how massive he is getting, flexing his biceps and chest for him. The striations are vast in each one of his muscles and incredibly thick. His friend reaches in to start rubbing on the beast’s abdominal rack, which makes Preston sigh in pleasure. “Oh, my gawd Preston, is this really you?” “It is all me dude. Hold on while I... err...mmm...YYEESS!!” The huge bodybuilder grunts as his big cock frees itself from its confines and is now smacking Cam’s leg, who is just a foot away now. Preston tears the rest of his jeans off, as well as the remnants of his underwear, and tosses them off to the side. He has now put his hands around his friend’s waist and is hugging his ass with his fingers as he picks him up and places him on the sink in front of the mirror. “I... uhm...I don’t know what to think right now, bro.” He notices Preston’s eye color has changed from brown to green. “Oh wow, your eyes are so beautiful too.” “Hehe, yeah this happens when I change over to him. Do you like how daddy Preston looks, dude?” “Oh, of course I do. We have been friends for a really long time though. I haven’t thought about you in this way before.” “That is probably because I was overweight Cam. Mm...it feels so exhilarating to do this after holding him back for so long. He has wanted to make an appearance with someone else for as long as I have known you.” Cameron’s hands are now traveling all over his buddy’s chest as Preston grips his hands on the sides of the sink trying not to put too much pressure on it. He is flexing his arms, making them bulge, veins thick and corded. He continues to stare into his friend’s eyes with a sense of longing. “You know I want you badly dude. I am holding back so much right now because I really like you. My balls are so full that they are stretching my sack.” Cameron can see that he is right as the big beast moans feeling them grow beneath his huge, sheathed power tool. Preston grabs one of his friend’s hands and places it over top of it and has him start stroking. He moans deeply as he starts to precum all over his buddy’s hand. “Oh fuck, it is really huge and veiny Preston.” “Just keep stroking me Cam and make me cum for you.” Cameron continues to rub Preston’s huge chest and abs while stroking him. The huge beast pants for the next 30 seconds before he starts grunting in pleasure. “Here it comes dude. I am not sorry for what I am about to do to you, HAHA! YEAH DUDE...YEAH pump that out of me...” The unsuspecting stroker starts to get bombarded by several ropes of thick goo as it lands all over Cameron’s clothing. Some of it ends up on the walls and eventually onto his face. Preston laughs as he sees this occurring and tries to wipe some of it off his buddy’s eyes. “Ahh...I didn’t mean to get it in your eyes like that.” “Oh fuck bro... you were not kidding when you said you were full of your man seed.” Cameron thinks he even got some of it in his mouth. “Uh...I think I may have swallowed some of your boys. Weirdly, it doesn’t taste too terrible.” “Heh, that is great to hear. Cam...I have to ask you. Do you want to look like me?” His friend seems confused, but also intrigued. “Umm...I don’t know Preston.” “Well...I want to grow you buddy. All you have to do is swallow more of my spunk.” The beast starts scooping up off Cam’s clothing and face and shows it to him. “Open up dude and let me help you become a pro bodybuilder in just minutes.” Cameron reluctantly does so as he licks Preston’s big fingers. The huge muscle monster moans as he leans in to talk to him with a smile on his face. “I know you are probably thinking that this is just a dream, but it isn’t. Join me buddy. I would love to see you become daddy Cameron. Big and furry too...YEAH! Make this happen dude. I will conjure him out of you. You can’t turn back now because I have placed the seeds inside you. I was respectful about it too. MMM...you know I want this to happen.” Cameron looks at him bewildered. He can feel his insides reacting to Preston’s cum. “OH GAWD! You are not joking. You are kind of evil bro. I don’t know what to think right now.” “HAHA! I know you mean that in a slightly playful way. I can sense it. You want this. I know you do because of the way you are looking at me right now. You are attracted to me and what I have become.” Preston finally kisses his friend on the lips, and they embrace. The beast is now holding him against him, feeling his body shaking as it tries to cope with what is about to transpire. The huge sweaty hulk is quite enamored with his close friend and can’t wait to see him experience what he has for the first time. They both stop kissing after a few seconds. “He wants to come out so badly Cam. I can feel him raging from inside you.” “Uh...but I didn’t want this, Preston. You tricked me into lusting after your muscles. That wasn’t fair, you know?” “HAHA! You are lying to yourself right now. If you didn’t want any part of this, you could have turned around and left, but you didn’t. You came in here because you could hear me enjoying it and was curious. Now, you can do the same. I have only shared this gift with one other man, and I can’t tell you who is right now because he is someone you might know.” Cameron is now quite anguished and can’t seem to focus on anything else anymore except for what is transpiring from within his body. “Oh fuck...I can...I can feel something happening now...” Preston grunts as he hears Cameron’s bones cracking and his muscles squealing beneath his clothing. The other 25-year-old can feel his feet starting to stretch his sneakers as his legs begin to grow as well. The huge beast that is with him is now slowly massaging his friend's lower half, feeling him expanding against his fingers. “MMM dude...you are going to make me cum again watching you grow into a muscle beast. Now get fucking MASSIVE for me you puny man.” He can feel himself getting taller now as his shirt untucks itself from his jeans. Preston can see his friend’s abs starting to expand across his torso as he begins to feel his arms inflate as his chest and back start to stretch his shirt. He is now moaning in pleasure as his beastly friend says, “OH YEAH...GROW!” a few times. “AH BRO! I... uh...I am fucking LOVING IT! My mind has stopped resisting it and... I... I just want to keep GROWING!” “It is an unreal feeling isn’t it, Cam? Try to stay in control of it though, I want you and I to savor this together so I can cream all over your beautiful muscles.” Cameron grunts as his feet finally tear through his sneakers, making Preston say, “YEAH DADDY! I want you so MUCH!”. The beast stares greedily at his friend’s expanding chest, reaching in to feel each inflating mound of hard, thick, dense, powerful pectoral as they push his top out and further away from his body. He can hear his growing buddy growling as his arms, now wrapped around Preston’s waist, start to slowly rip his shirt sleeves, revealing his big meaty horseshoe-sized triceps, which have a nice covering of reddish-brown fur all over them. He squeezes his engorged biceps against his hulkish friend’s obliques and giggles as they both notice his newly developing deeper voice. “I have to be bigger and stronger than you, bro. That is all I am thinking about right now. I won’t settle for anything less than that.” “OH HEH! Well, I won’t object to that Cam. I am going to shoot if you...” Cameron grins as he starts to lift Preston off the ground. His immense back immediately tears through his shirt as his enormous quads do the same with his jeans. He realizes that he is getting incredibly strong as he holds the 285-pound beast in the air for several seconds before placing him back down on the floor. Preston is now starting to squirt cum all over him again. “OH YEAH DUDE! You are so fucking amazing...AHH...mmm...you are getting so handsome too. The hair on your head is thicker.” “Ah...let me run my hands on my face then. Do I have a beard now?” “Yeah, you have a nice one Cam. Your Spanish and Irish genes are coming out. I knew that you would get nice and furry for me too.” “That isn’t the only part of me that is getting big and furry, Preston.” Cameron’s jeans are practically in tatters as his bloated cock tears through the side of them and swells even bigger. His massive pecs easily shred his shirt all the way down as he reaches in to tear the rest of it open. He can’t help but run his hands all over both of his furry mounds and feels how big his nipples are as well, as they turn downwards towards his huge rack of ten meaty slabs. “Heh, you evil genius. I love that you are creaming all over me. It is my turn to release my thick river and I want that huge ass of yours to do it in.” “OH, FUCK CAM! I have never bottomed before. You might tear me up if you...” Cameron picks him up again and wraps his friend’s huge quads around his powerful waist. He then finds Preston’s wet hole and slowly starts to wedge his big shaft inside. The beast groans as he slowly starts to work it in. “You had no idea that you chose a power top, did ya bro? I am so anxious to plow you and I wonder if the cycle will continue if I cum inside you.” “I don’t know dude. I would love to know myself. MMM...fuck me good daddy and we can find out.” Cameron, who has grown to over 300 pounds now, has managed to push most of his cock inside his buddy after a few minutes. He grunts loudly as Preston says, “YEAH...YEAH...I want it so much daddy Cameron. Feed my body.” “Uh...Uh...I am just about there you hunky...mother fing...AHH...YYEESS!!” The big beast laughs as he covers Preston’s mouth because his partner is starting to yell in pleasure as he is being filled with Cameron’s massive load. The furry beast’s cock and balls contract as they pump round after round of thick jizz inside the eager bottom. After a couple more minutes, he pulls out of his partner’s hole and puts him back down on the floor. He smiles as he sees some of his cum rolling down Preston’s huge and veiny right hamstring and calf. “WHEW! That was really fun Preston. I will have to regroup after that one I think.” “I wonder if it will take very long to take effect. I have never gone this far with this before. I... OHH...UH...HAHA...it really does work...I can feel it starting again.” The beast moves back a little bit to allow himself to have more space. He moans as his legs and arms begin growing once again. Preston can also feel himself getting even taller as his cock starts to leak profusely as well. He quickly places Cameron’s hands on his swelling shaft. “STROKE ME DUDE! Join me on this incredible journey into godhood and we can outgrow this tiny bathroom.” After working him over for just a few seconds, Preston starts showering Cameron in his seed. The hairy beast guzzles his friend’s load from his now 15-inch dong and can feel things starting up again in his body. “OH, FUCKING YES! GROW...GGRROOWW...” Cameron can feel himself expanding rapidly as the two hulks feel themselves pressing up against each other as they get closer to the ceiling inside the bathroom. The sink breaks under the weight of the hairy hulk as the mirror tumbles to the ground. They both start pushing on the walls in the room and laugh as they see cracks forming. There are voices coming from outside the bathroom. “Heh, I think maybe we might have to expand our little group here Cam, don’t you think?” “OH, you better believe it dude. I feel like a god now and need a bunch of slaves to pleasure me. Of course, you will always be my number one.” “HAHA, that is great to hear, dude!” They both knock down the bathroom wall that was separating them from the rest of the house. The other men that were there for Preston’s birthday are in total disbelief as they stare in awe at the two muscle monsters in front of them. Cameron pulls off the rest of the clothing that was stuck to him and drops it on top of a couple of the men. He turns and smiles at his humongous buddy. “I think we can do this in no time bro. I can’t imagine that Teddy and Pablo could resist at least getting a few licks of the seed on that fabric.” “Heh, you are probably right Cam. The smell alone has to be driving them wild.” The story ends here...or does it?

Part 1/2 Heath had just downloaded the newest gay dating app. After the first three apps had resulted in several absolute disastrous dates, he kept his hopes low. He was a very attractive man, 6’0” even, 165lbs of jock. Sure he’d let his 6-pack go, he’d stopped shaving his chest, but damn if he didn’t look good in a tight fitted shirt. His sharp square jaw, stunning smile, and soft kind eyes seemed to win over everyone he struck up a conversation with, sometimes much to his chagrin. He was a people pleaser at heart, almost kind to a fault, and it didn’t lead too many successful relationships. He seemed to only attract the worst of his community, people looking to take advantage of his kindness and good looks, and no one truly interested in seeking a deeper relationship with him other than casual sex. This had brought him to a realization that maybe he could profit from this aesthetic, the jock team captain who was secretly very kind and loving. He started producing self-made fan content with different characters, leaning into his natural state and easily gaining a following. He quickly had bigger names reaching out to him for collaborations, but he rarely took anyone up on this offer. For him, he was searching for something more than sex. Quickly after downloading this new app though, he seemed to strike gold with Will, a guy one year younger than him, dark shaggy hair, deep dimples when he smiled, and a stunning body that only a high level runner could earn through hard work and dedication. November came and things had never been better for Heath, he was mentally and physically in the best place he’d ever been. His first couple of dates with Will had been the perfect breath of fresh air, but he hadn’t felt comfortable enough to disclose how he earned a living to Will just yet. He knew he had to do it soon, but for the moment he was simply enjoying finally having the kind of honeymoon period he’d never seemed to find. Two weeks before thanksgiving he received a message on his fans website, asking for a collab. Typically he would ignore these DM’s, but he recognized this name. It was a creator he’d watched himself a few times, BigNRich. BigNRich: Hey stud, I see you haven’t collaborated with anyone in a while, how’d you like to get together and come up with some ideas for a scene. If you live in the town you’ve mentioned on your site, I’ll be there for work this week. Heath was a bit taken aback. This guy was next level, and Heath couldn’t believe he’d reached out to HIM. The thing to know about BigNRich was he had a gimmick of sorts for his videos that men seemed to love. He could grow his muscles and inflate his size at whim it seemed. He typically only ever collaborated with other huge bodybuilders whom he could dwarf, but Heath had never seen him do a video with someone who looked less than 250lbs. Heath: That sounds absolutely incredible! Could we meet this weekend, or over a video call? BigNRich: I don’t show my face on a screen, ever. So a video call won’t work. I will meet you at HyerUp’s Gym on Saturday at 5pm. We can get a workout in together and see if we can work well together. Heath felt his heart rate soar and blood rush to his cock. His thoughts quickly flashed to Will, suddenly wary of upsetting the delicate balance that exists in a new relationship. Heath: I’ll see you there big guy, but how will I know it’s you if I don’t know what your face looks like? BigNRich: Trust me, you’ll know who I am. The next few days until Saturday were surprisingly uneventful for Heath. Heath awoke on Saturday feeling fresh, it wasn’t often he woke up with a smile already on his face; but today he was excited, this was going to be a good day. He started off this Saturday as he did most days, a high protein breakfast, and then a light jog around the neighboring few blocks around his apartment. As he ran, Heath replayed the scenes he’d seen of BigNRich online. He could understand that a man who could swell up his musculature at will, always appearing to be a different size, never showing his face, and had no visible tattoos or marks on his body would be eager to remain completely anonymous. But in that, there was something so hot for Heath to ponder, the mystery of this man, and he was going to be one of the lucky few to learn who he really was. His mind drifted to one of the first videos BigNRich had posted. In his earlier videos, he had always remained the same size, not unleashing his ability just yet, and coasting on his naturally impressive physique. Those videos, now posted almost two years ago, would always show BigNRich solo. In each video he would be exercising a different part of his body in nothing but a pair of the tightest underwear it appeared he could find. During his workouts, he would always inevitably end up rubbing his hands over his body, squeezing and flexing whatever muscle he was focusing on during that particular video. Ever the apparent narcissist, his cock would begin to grow hard in his briefs, thong, poser, whatever he’d chosen to wear that session. Quickly, the already hefty bulge would grow and grow. BigNRich’s signature move at the time was to turn to the side, where the underwear would inevitably be shoved forward from his body by his expanding cock, exposing a side profile of his balls and thick shaft. Ever the tease, this was typically where the videos would end in the early days of his account. He always left you wanting more. After months of this, and Heath wasn’t sure if it was because his audience got tired of the shtick, if he got more comfortable, whatever it was, finally BigNRich posted a solo video of himself jerking off. Heath remembered this video well, the camera was positioned low, maybe knee height, but angled up. From the perspective below him, it was clear as day just how huge he really was. He towered over the camera. His tree trunk thighs and thick chest dominating the screen, while central focus was on the bulge in his underwear. For this video BigNRich has chosen a mesh see through suit, his huge balls pressed to either side as the meat of his cock was shoved down into the underwear. “Daddys been saving this load for you boys for a while now.” BigNRich began as he grabbed his bulge in one meaty hand and worked a fat nipple with the other. His cock swelled in the confinement of the fabric. Growing slowly on camera. A less observant eye may not have noticed, but Heath did. At the same time as his cock was expanding, his legs slowly moved out of the frame as they gained mass and pushed against each other. His chest slowly rose from mid screen to the top of the screen as his torso elongated, his chest broadened, soon his nipples were off camera. It happened slowly, over the course of maybe 10 minutes, but slowly BigNRich grew out of the frame of the camera until only his bulge was visible. “One second. Looks like I’m too close to the camera. Let’s move you boys back so you can see what a real man looks like.” BigNRich moved the camera back further, and his body came into focus as he returned to his original spot. He looked even more monstrously huge than before, his muscles swollen, almost deep reddish color crossing his skin where blood rushed to power the growing muscles. BigNRich released his bulge from his hand, exposing his now semi hard cock, so full and plump that when he did his signature side profile, his balls had slipped out, with no room left in the pouch and his cock pressing out so far they couldn’t stay contained. From the front of the mesh, precum leaked in a clear glisten from his cock head, creating a sticky connection with his thigh were the head of his cock rested. BigNRich squatted, then flexed his cock. Portions of the holes in the mesh tore where his expanding body pressed the fabric beyond it limits. Slowly BigNRich pulled down the underwear. Wiping the dripping head of his cock off with the now torn underwear, and then giving them a long, deep, sniff. “These will be for sale on my website tomorrow.” Through the holes in his facemask, you could make out the seductive grin, the flash of his white teeth, and a wink to serve along side. BigNRich moved and sat down in a large recliner that was behind him, completely covering the dark fabric cushions with his size. Using one hand he grabbed his now rock hard cock with one hand, and smacked it against his abs, leaving yet more sticky precum leaking from his cock. Then smacking his hand a few times with the solid sound before grabbing his cock with both hands. Concentrating he moved both hands up and down the full length of his shaft. Leaning his head back to moan, where it disappeared behind the mountain of chest muscle he possessed. “It’d be a shame to waste this huge load.” He said, reached off to the side and grabbing an opened condom. Slowly rolling it down his throbbing shaft. His huge cock stretching the latex into a thin clear film. “You boys wanna watch me fill up this little condom?” BigNRich said as he tugged at the slight excess at the end of the condom. Letting go of his cock it smacked hard against his abs, as he raised his arms into a double bicep pose, his wide shoulders almost expanding off of the camera. BigNRich kissed one bicep, licking the big vein that snaked its way from his shoulder across the peak of his bicep. His cock twitched and lurched against his abs, filling the already tight condom with precum as he worshipped his own growing muscles. “You boys ready for daddy to blow this load?” BigNRich growled. Gripping his cock and stroking. As he brought his arms together in front of him to grab his cock, his biceps pressed against his pecs, and forced them closer together, putting on an a phenomenal display of muscle. As he jerked quicker, his chest bounced and shook as his eyes rolled in the pleasure he was giving himself. BigNRich growled, a deep primal sound that you could feel through the screen, then he froze. His hands in place on his cock, his muscles striated and veins just below the surface. He bucked his hips once, the condom filled, expanding to accept the huge load pumped into it. He bucked his hips twice, the condom, ballooned out and fell to the side under the weight of the load, filling more. He bucked his hips a third time, completing his show. Placing his hands in his lap, on his thighs. Breathing deep, with each deep breath his chest expanded, but it never seemed to decompress back when he exhaled. His cock sagged as the cum filled condom hung off of his cock, weighing jt down towards the ground. BigNRich licked his tongue across his teeth, bit his lip, and bounced his pecs once more. “This will also be for sale. Send me a DM with a tip and I’ll pick one of you lucky studs to take home daddy’s load.” He leaned forward and clicked off the camera. Heath snapped back to reality as he rounded the block nearest his apartment, realizing he remembered none of his run. Not if he checked before crossing any streets, passing any people, stepping on trash, nothing. He’d been completely absorbed into the memory of that last video he’d seen, knowing he’d soon meet the star. Inside, Heath climbed into the shower. Turning the water cold to not only help with the heat from his run, but to somehow relax the throbbing hard on he’d gained remembering BigNRich. Out of the shower Heath checked his phone. Will: Hey! I was wondering if you’d be down for a spontaneous lunch in the park. I know it’s late notice, but I wanted to see you today. Heath felt color rush to his cheeks. Heath: I’d love to! When and Where. Quickly remembering his meeting this afternoon with BigNRich he added. Heath: I have a business meeting at 5, but I should be good for lunch. Will: Work on a Saturday? You must be a better employee than me haha. I’ll pick you up in 30. Heath: Should I bring anything? Will: Justin yourself. I’ll handle everything else. Heath practically giggled and kicked his feet as he lay on his bed naked, thrilled with his day ahead. True to his word, promptly 30 minutes later, Will called Heath and told him he was parked outside. Heath walked out of his apartment in one of his best fitting button down short sleeve shirts. The top few buttons undone to show off the top of his smooth chest, the sleeves rolled a couple times to hug his arms. Climbing into Will’s car he could see the shine in Will’s eyes. “You look great.” Will complimented. “So do you.” Heather replied, leaning over the center console to kiss Will on the cheek. At the park, Will grabbed a cooler and a blanket from the trunk and led Heath to a spot under a large shade tree, spreading out the quilted blanket on the ground. It’s mismatched pattern of light baby blues and deep purples, bright yellow threads sneaking out from years of love and use. Will opened the cooler and produced two sandwiches wrapped in clear plastic, a bottle of sweet white wine, and two disposable cups. Heath blushed at the gesture. “This is so sweet. What made you want to do all this today?” Heather asked. Will shied away and focused on pouring two cups of the wine. “Well I figured I’d better wine and dine you before I ask a big favor.” Heath felt a pang of anxiety drop into his stomach. “Okay what’s the favor?” “Please don’t be freaked out or think I’m crazy or moving too fast or…” before Will could continue, Heath placed a hand on Will’s thigh. “It’s okay. Just ask me. I haven’t seen a red flag yet, I think you okay.” He offered Will a soft smile and Will softened in kind. “So. Thanksgiving is coming up this week. I wanted to ask if you’d like to come home with me and meet my parents?” As he said this, he looked up to Heath with soft eyes, making it impossible for Heath to say no. Another thing to know about Heath, after he came out his entire family had all but left him to the wolves at the age of 17. Thankfully his aunt had taken him in supported him until he could make it, but truly in the 7 years since then, he had missed having a family more than anything. This seemed like a dream come true for him and he jumped at the chance. “Yes!” He replied almost as soon as Will had finished asking the question. “I mean. I’d love to.” Smooth Heath thought. Really smooth. With the elation of his request being approved, Will brightened and unwrapped their sandwiches. As they ate Heath fought to not smile stupidly during the entire affair, excited to finally see a light at the end of the dark, lonely, tunnel he’d felt trapped in for so many years. Dropping Heath off, Will said, “I’m so excited for you to meet my family. I think you’ll love them. Maybe we can hang out sometime this week and I can give you the rundown and prepare you for their…big personalities.” Will said as he laughed. “I’d like that.” Heath said, stepping out of the car. “Thank you again for today. Text me when you get home, we can make plans for maybe Monday?” “Sounds good to me.” Will said as Heath closed the door, walking inside to his apartment. Fresh on the high of this new turn in his relationship, he realized the time. 4:30. He was to meet BigNRich in 30 minutes; his lunch with Will had lasted much longer than he’d planned. He really just enjoyed Will’s company so much that time seemed to slow down as if just for him, so he could truly enjoy every moment with Will. Changing into his workout clothes, Heath left his apartment and headed for the gym. It was only a 7-10 minute jog from his apartment, so he set off. Arriving at the gym, he was really struck by the branding. It was bright and airy, the gym floor was open and modern, large panes of glass in the windows allowed in plenty of natural light. Mirrors surrounded the walls, and everything seemed so clean and well organized. Once inside, he realized how the gym afforded to be so modern, it was packed. Heath figured a Saturday afternoon made sense for so many people to be getting in a workout. He searched around for BigNRich. “You’ll know who I am.” He’d said. Well Heath wasn’t so sure seeing the mob of men and women who had came here this evening. As he walked through the gym, he noticed a group of people congregated near one corner of the gym. A group standing near a window, nearly all of them men whose physiques put Heath to shame. They looked like competitors for a physique contest lined up for judging. But they were all simply standing around. Heath approached the crowd. He wanted to see what they were looking at outside the window. As he grew closer he could hear the distinct clang of metal bars and heavy weights. Standing near the back of the crowd now, he could see a weight bench was in the center of the group. They weren’t looking out the window, they were watching someone bench. Heath couldn’t see much from the back of the crowd, so he began to make his way through. At the edge of the crowd he finally saw the spectacle. On the bench was one of the biggest guys Heath had ever seen. His thick thighs straddling the weight bench, a tight stringer tank top covering his torso. Heath watched the man rack the maxed out bar as the big man sat up. His cropped grey hair led down to a salt and peppered 5 o’clock shadow. The facial hair accentuating the sharp square angles of his strong jaw. His eyes looked around at the crowd that had gathered, then they locked on Heath. The big man stood and moved towards Heath. The crowd slowly dispersed as if not wanting to be the plebeian who gets approached by this god, but Heath remained frozen as his eyes wandered over the big man’s body. Each step he took closer, the taller he seemed to become as his figure slowly overtook Heather entire field of vision. The big man was within arms reach, his form blocking the light from the window and casting a large dark shadow onto Heath. The big man held out an impossibly large hand to Heath. “Heath. It’s nice to meet you. I’m Richard, but you can call me Rich.”

Julian Makes a Final Wish By Ultrabeef (a sequel to Julian Makes a Wish) Julian’s life with his new boyfriend Jamaad was like a dream over the next few months. The cute bodybuilder couple were madly in love with each other and with growing their muscles even bigger. Julian quit his dead-end job and got a supplement company endorsement contract like Jamaad. Julian and Jamaad were celebrities at the local gym, pumping out rep after rep with heavy weights and encouraging each other as they worked out together. Usually their workout sessions ended with them kissing in the middle of the gym before rushing home to have mad, passionate sex. Julian’s new life had become so incredible that he had all but forgotten about the genie and the wishes that had made this new reality possible. As magical as life was, there was trouble brewing under the surface. Jamaad had competed as a bodybuilder for years and had helped Julian get into contest shape as well. The ripped muscle couple entered the local NPC qualifier and looked amazing and dialed in by the time the day of the contest rolled around. The contest prep had been challenging, especially for Julian who had never been through the process before, but it looked like both men would do well. That is, until the other competitors stepped onto the stage. *** “I’m so fuckin sick of never winning a contest!” Jamaad grumbled tossing his runner up trophy onto the sofa. “Bae, you look amazing and runner up is not bad!” Julian tried to comfort his lover as he placed his own 7th place trophy on the kitchen counter. “I’ll just never be big enough to compete with the real mass monsters. I always dreamed of being a Mr. Olympia competitor” Jamaad whined as he headed toward the bathroom to wash off the sweat and posing oil from the contest. “Come on babe, don’t be like that!” Julian reached for Jamaad but the shorter guy pulled away. Julian had never seen Jamaad so down and upset since their relationship began. From down the hallway Julian heard Jamaad mutter, “I just wish I was the biggest fuckin bodybuilder on the planet”. As Jamaad shut the bathroom door and started to shower, Julian muttered under his breath, “I wish that too babe”. Suddenly a rush of cold wind breezed past Julian and he realized what he had just done. “Oh shit! The third wish!” Julian gasped realizing that he had just made the final wish that the genie had offered so long ago. Julian began to feel a tightness in his chest and looked down to see pecs bloating out and pressing against his once loose shirt. He reached up and cupped the bulbous hard flesh with his suddenly larger hands and let out a soft moan. Just then a sickening tearing sound was heard as Julian’s glutes burst out of his sweatpants. Julian could feel his ass growing larger and heavier with muscle beef. Julian waddled to the stove and looked at his reflection in the lid of a pot. Julian almost shot his load at the reflection of the massive beefy hunk that looked back at him. Julian’s face was fuller, thicker, and somehow cuter than it had been just a few moments ago. Julian reached up and touched his new big pouty lips. As he looked down at himself he marveled at the increase in his size. His chest was enormous, in fact it was impossible for Julian to see over his jutting pecs. His arms stuck out from his sides, unable to he lowered by the width of his delts. Julian felt it harder to breathe with his increased mass, and could tell that his tight, contest-ready abs, had ballooned out with mass. As Julian turned he again felt the weight and size of his now massive bubble butt. Julian reached down and mangled his huge, hard, cheeks — as big as two basketballs and sucked in a groan. Just then Julian heard a low deep rumble from the kitchen doorway, “looking good stud”. Julian spun around and gasped, “Oh fuck!” There taking up the entire doorway was the biggest, most muscular man Julian had ever seen. Ebony muscles jutted and bulged in all directions. The previous mass- monster Mr. Olympia competitors had nothing on the new and improved Jamaad. He just oozed sex and masculinity. His head was bald but a neatly trimmed beard hung off his wide jaw. Freak, beast, and hulk were not powerful enough words to describe the creature that filled the kitchen doorway. Jamaad hadn’t grown any taller but had gained so much size, thickness, and width that it seemed impossible for him to do any basic household tasks. Julian could believe that the smirking, seductive, muscle creature was his boyfriend. Jamaad dropped the towel wrapped around his wide waist to reveal his enormous mocha cock, at least a foot long and thicker than a beer can. “Damn bae, I just can’t get enough of that big sexy booty of yours” Jamaad purred as he cupped Julian’s huge glutes in his big paw. Julian could feel Jamaad’s massive tool rubbing against his giant ass. Julian blushed and whimpered. “Come on big boy, I need to feel you inside me” Julian moaned as he bent over the kitchen counter and his cock dribbled pre-cum. “Fuck yeah you sexy stud!” Jamaad purred as he kissed his muscle lover on the neck and started to drive his cock into Julian.

Hey guys! I've written quite a few stories over the years, but they generally focus on extreme strength. This one has MG elements too so I thought I'd post it here. It's also loosely based on an encounter with a nicely built old friend in Amsterdam earlier this year - the set-up and parts of the ending, but it'll be pretty clear where the fantasy elements kick in. Enjoy. Reunion, Part 1: Schiphol The fields and canals of the Dutch countryside spread out for miles and miles below me as I leaned to look out the plane window. The KLM flight from Barcelona had been uneventful, flying up through France on a clear evening with a perfect view of Paris at one point. I put it on my list of destinations to visit someday. But I was still completely satisfied with the week I’d just spent in Spain, traveling from the north of the country in Bilbao through the center in Madrid and ending up on the Mediterranean coast in Barcelona. It was a trip I’d been wanting to take for years, and one I was finally able to take when the international travel situation permitted. For the flight back to Canada, I’d had the option of an early morning departure from Spain with a quick change of planes in Amsterdam, or a flight the evening before with an overnight stay in the bustling Dutch city. There were plenty of hotels available near Schiphol, so accommodation wouldn’t be a problem. Not being a morning person (especially a ‘wake up at 3 am to catch a 6 am flight’ person), I opted for the latter choice. Am I ever glad I did. So, so glad. The sun was setting behind the plane as it made its final approach, giving the landscape a golden hue. The settlements grew larger the closer we got to Amsterdam. Cars trundled along an expressway, looking sluggish compared to the speed of the plane. A line of wind turbines marched along the pancake-flat land, bearing little resemblance to the stocky, iconic windmills of centuries past; these turbines stood hundreds of feet high with three massive blades rotating. I’d been to the Netherlands before, a few years ago, and found the mid-sized cities like Rotterdam and the Hague more to my liking than the tourist-plagued hustle and bustle of Amsterdam. But this was only for one night, really a bonus mini trip after a week on the Iberian Peninsula. Plus, as it turned out, I knew someone in Amsterdam, which hadn’t been the case the first time. Evan was an old friend of mine from Calgary who’d moved away about five years prior. First he’d moved to Toronto, then he’d found a job with a European company and ended up in the Netherlands about three years ago. We’d been reasonably close when living in the same city, but as often happens when someone moves away, we’d fallen out of touch over the ensuing years. He had social media, but rarely posted, and there hadn’t been any updates in over two years. But I still had his email address, so I figured I’d send him an email a few weeks before I left on my trip. Maybe we could meet up for a beer or even breakfast during my overnight layover. I was pleasantly surprised to hear back from him almost immediately. He sounded excited that I would be stopping into Amsterdam and invited me to stay over at his place rather than the hotel I’d booked. Fortunately, I hadn’t pre-paid for the room and was able to easily cancel it. For some reason, I got the impression that he had an extra room, though he hadn’t actually stated it. Now, I think a little background information about our friendship is in order. We met through a gay dating website, though we were only ever friends. We just kind of clicked that way. I won’t deny that there was some attraction on my part; he was a handsome man with a beautiful smile and a nicely sculpted physique. Not exactly massive or anything, but definitely bulge-y in a tight polo shirt. I will admit there were the occasional ‘benefits’ over the years, but nothing overtly sexual. Cuddling on the couch a few times while watching a movie at my place, things like that. He got involved in a couple of serious relationships over the few years that we were friends, nice guys, but nothing that ever worked out long-term. I found our friendship quite fulfilling; we had a lot in common, and always talked easily over dinner or coffee. It was kind of a blow to me when I found out he was leaving town. He was moving on to greater career opportunities, and I was happy for him, but it hit me harder than I’d expected when he left. I was really looking forward to seeing him again and catching up, figuring he must have some interesting stories after three years of living in Europe. The plane landed uneventfully. Now my least favorite part of the trip – navigating the zoo that is Schiphol Airport. It generally makes rush hour on the Los Angeles freeway system seem calm and organized. But fortunately, I didn’t have to go through customs, and the voyage from the gate to the baggage claim area only felt like I was walking the length of ten football fields instead of the usual twenty. A win in my book. My suitcase took a little while to show up, but so far everything was on time. I was supposed to meet Evan in the plaza area just after exiting security, where there was a variety of shops and restaurants as well as the train station. There was a thump, and I saw my suitcase starting to rotate around the conveyor belt right in front of me. Perfect. The plaza area was busy, but felt less chaotic than the terminal area. He’d mentioned meeting at Burger King; I couldn’t find a map and I didn’t hadn’t connected to the Wi-Fi yet, so I turned left, which naturally turned out to be the wrong direction. I continued around the plaza on a loop until I saw the familiar fast-food logo in the distance. Europe is a continent with an amazing selection of delicious cuisine, but the longest lineups you see are invariably at places like Burger King and KFC. I didn’t see Evan anywhere in the teeming seating area, so I circulated until a table opened up that had a view of the entrance to the shopping and dining concourse. A thought suddenly popped into my head – I really didn’t have any idea of what our plans might be. It was already 8 pm, and though I was more-or-less over my jet lag, I was still pretty tired from traveling for a week straight. Maybe we could just go to a pub somewhere, or hang out at his place and catch up. I figured I’d let him take the lead on that one since he was the local. Around me, hungry, harried travelers chowed down on burgers and fries before heading on to their evening flights or into the city. I took the opportunity to relax and center myself; I’ve always been a fan of being anonymous in a crowd, of feeling that energy while not having to be directly involved in it. Naturally, a busy airport is about the best opportunity around for people-watching. The travelers were an extremely diverse crowd, representing the citizens of cosmopolitan Amsterdam as well as arrivals from dozens of countries across the globe. That was interesting to observe…but let’s be honest, when it comes to people-watching, I tend to be on the lookout for muscle. Spain had been a little disappointing in that department; the occasional kinda-big guy in Madrid and Barcelona, but no one displaying muscle in a way that would really catch me eye. Shallow, I know, but what can I say. My fantasy of a huge bodybuilder sitting beside me on a plane hadn’t come true either on any of the three flights so far. Amsterdam seemed to be pretty much the same, unfortunately. A few reasonably in-shape guys walking around, but no one to write home about. I pulled out my phone and went through the steps to sign in for the airport Wi-Fi. I scrolled through the news for a few minutes, then when I looked up from my phone, my eyes immediately locked onto a huge figure in the distance. By far the biggest man I had seen on my travels – any of my travels. He had his back to me, looked to be checking his phone, but the width of that back was evident even from far away. The beast was standing still, and people had to go out of their way to get around him, like ships avoiding a huge protruding rock. Eventually, the crowd thinned out enough that I could get a clear look at him from the back. Monstrous legs that swelled out of a pair of tight shorts, only made tight by the size of his quads and thick booty. Lats that pushed his trunk-like arms out at an angle I’d need a protractor to measure. A broad neck that merged into a set of traps carved from marble. I noticed he didn’t have a suitcase with him, and wondered who the lucky person was that he was there to meet. Why didn’t I ever have a massive bodybuilder waiting to pick me up at the airport, perhaps holding a welcome sign with my name on it…ah well, a man could dream. I mentally went through the list of Dutch bodybuilders I followed on Instagram, wondering if it could be one of them. He definitely looked big enough to compete, if not blow away the competition. He didn’t look all that tall, no more than 6 feet, nowhere near the giant Oliver Richter’s territory. Another name, Wesley Vissers popped into my head, but he had a mop of curly hair and this guy had a close-cropped haircut. Ah well, someone I could search for later, I thought. Or maybe Evan might know who he was, since he’d always had a thing for muscle guys as well. Speaking of which, I thought, where was he? I hoped I hadn’t missed a message or anything. But my attention was diverted as the muscle guy turned and started walking towards the Burger King seating area. Yep, just as impressive from the front as the back. Thick barrel pecs that swelled under the polo and stretched it as tight as a drum. Sleeves that were pulled up over dynamite-packed arms, both of which had a thick vein running up and over the bicep. Forearms that swelled and tapered over heavyset hands. God, this guy was my fucking fantasy. Maybe I could get a surreptitious picture as he walked by. We were less than 100 feet apart, and striding faster. But before I could get my phone out, I glanced up at his face. And gasped. Our eyes met, and I saw that smile. That beautiful smile. Oh God, it couldn’t be…? But he called my name. It was. “Evan?” I said, standing. A goofy grin came to my face as well. All the new muscles aside (and THAT was going to be a topic of conversation later, I knew), I was just happy to see my old friend again. There were a few flecks of gray in the heavy stubble on his chin, but it was the same bright face I remembered from years ago. We embraced…well, he hugged me fully, and lifted me off the ground a bit, though I don’t think it was intentional. I did my best to get my arms around his lats, just barely getting onto his back. The muscle I felt under that tight polo was like the side of a mountain. When we ended the hug, I stepped back and looked him over again, trying to process all that muscle. He was around 190 last I saw him, and he looked to have put on over 100 pounds of sheer mass. The thought he could be approaching (or over) 300 pounds…a tiny shiver went down my spine. “Evan, you look…I just…I mean…” He tipped his head back and laughed. “Yeah I’ve been hitting the gym a bit more since I got here,” he said. He rippled his right pec a few times under the pale blue polo, subtle but definitely enough for me to notice. “You look good too man.” I know he was just being polite; I appreciated it. “It’s a little more than…what the…” I still couldn’t get a complete sentence out. “Plenty of time to talk about that later,” Evan said. “First I want to hear about your trip. No, scratch that. First I want to get a couple of Whoppers. I haven’t eaten in like two hours. You want anything?” I asked for a regular cheeseburger, as I’d had dinner on the plane. As he strode over to the line, I got another good look at him from the back. I swear he looked about three times as wide as anyone else in line, an absolute unit. I also saw the glances people gave as they walked by, often with eyes growing wide. A kid on the other side of the seating area pointed and said something I couldn’t hear, but his mother quickly shushed him and led him away. Evan would have stood out in the audience at a bodybuilding competition, but in a fast-food place among mere mortals, he looked like the windmills that completely dominated the unremarkable landscape outside. When he returned, he ate his two Whoppers in the time it took me to finish my cheeseburger. We did talk about my trip – although I was fascinated to find out about his transformation, I enjoyed recounting my travels of the past week. He filled me in about some highlights of the past few years, oddities about living in a foreign country, other places he’d visited in Europe. It was easy to slip back into the engaging conversations we used to have. Sure, he had a ton of new muscles, but underneath he was the same Evan I knew. In some ways, it felt like we had just seen each other the previous week, not years prior. The catching up continued for another twenty minutes. Finally, there was a break in the conversation, and Evan asked if I wanted to head out. He grabbed my fully packed suitcase and hoisted it like it was empty; it barely made his massive right arm ripple. I expected us to head to the train station, but we kept on walking to the parking garage. We continued chatting along the way, laughing and reminiscing about old times and mutual acquaintances. The parking garage was a lengthy walk away that took us out into the cool night air. I zipped up my jacket, but Evan seemed perfectly comfortable in his polo shirt and shorts. Fifteen minutes after leaving the plaza, we climbed a set of stairs and emerged next to his car. It actually looked fairly large by Dutch standards, but it would have been considered a mid-size in North America. He popped the trunk and lifted my suitcase in. “I really do need a bigger car, but they’re damn near impossible to park in the city here if you have one,” he said, sounding almost apologetic. He turned to face me, the overhead lighting in the garage spotlighting every muscle straining under his shirt. One corner of his mouth turned up in a sly smile. “So, I’m guessing you have two questions,” Evan said. “First of all, they’re 24 inches. Well, like 23 and ¾, but I think I’m good to round up a bit. I’ll be there soon enough. And yes, you can feel them.” My eyes widened and I let out a sharp breath. “Yeah. Pretty much bang on.” The smile broadened. “Well, you’ve been staring at them for like the past 45 minutes. Now I know why you were never any good at poker.” He raised his right arm in a slow, brutal, perfect flex. The cannonball muscle pushed the sleeve back into the depths between his upper arm and shoulder. The thick vein I’d seen before pulsed over the soaring peak. Up close, I could see a network of smaller veins climbing up over that bicep and down over his equally impressive rippling tricep. I reached out and slowly closed my hand over the peak. I swear I could feel fireworks going off around me. The size, the hardness, the density…it was just sublime. Like nothing I’d ever experienced. An odd sound somewhere between a gasp and moan escaped my lips. “Guess you approve,” Evan said before dropping the flex. “I gotta show you something else too.” He looked around the garage to make sure no one was nearby. Then he crouched down a little and slid his right hand under the corner of the rear bumper. I just had time to say “What are you…” before he grunted and lifted the car off the ground. The frame groaned and the left rear tire reluctantly raised upward. His arm was bulging like crazy now, facing a challenge much more intense than a 40-pound suitcase. Evan gritted his teeth and raised his arm slowly, the bicep I’d just felt contracting into a muscle supernova. To my shock, the right rear tire started raising off the concrete as well. His breathing was slow and steady, his concentration rock solid. The rear bumper was nearly level with his lower pecs. He held the car in place for a full ten seconds, until a loud cracking sound emerged from the bumper. That was his cue to slowly lower the car back down until it cautiously touched the concrete. Not even the slightest bounce. “I gotta be careful with that, I’ve cracked a few bumpers that way. I’m getting better though,” he said. Casually, like it was the most normal thing in the world he’d just done. “Evan. Holy fuck.” Well, I guess that qualified as a complete sentence. “If you’re impressed by that…well, you don’t have all that much time here, so we should get going. I guess I have a few more things to fill you in on. But not here.”

Hey guys made this one of a dream i had, but i decided to tell the story from the other side view, hope you like it! "Babe i found this journal in your stuff while moving the boxes, "the hired new guy" is this one you said was about me? i guess you dont mind if i read it" Month 1 Everyone in the department was excited about the arrival of another employee to help us plan the company's maintenance. From what the manager told us, this guy was highly qualified and would take away the overload we had been experiencing in recent months due to the lack of qualified labor in the region. At first glance he was a very ordinary guy, apparently 1.72 tall (5.6 Ft), with light brown skin, a beer belly that was impossible to miss, he seemed very shy and spoke very politely with an accent that I couldn't identify, but it was definitely not from America. Our manager introduced him to the team and assigned me to train him and teach him the company's rules. During the shift I managed to extract the following informations: Name: Gabriel Gonçalves Age: 28 Nationality: Brazilian (in america for 4 years) He was definitely a great help in the department, with him on the team we were able to better organize and distribute our mechanics, streamlining their service based on a classification of each employee's skills and range of experience, clearly demonstrated that he was fit for the position. As we worked together there were always conversations about his country and what he missed, during one of those conversations he said that when he still lived there he used to go to the gym, which I found funny because his current physique looked more like a father who likes drinking and watching football, I asked him if he was thinking about going back to the gym, but the answer I got left me heartbroken. He has a rare condition in which his body does not produce enough testosterone, so his body basically works at the limit of what would be considered a disease, which affects not only his performance and gains on the gym but his sleep, his energy and his quality of life in general. He also said that he tried hormone replacement treatment and unfortunately his body did not react well to the extra doses of testosterone. I realized that this was a sensitive topic for him and I avoided bringing it up again. Month 2 Gabriel and I are currently an unbeatable duo, our work is yielding incredible results and we even managed to get a raise. Unfortunately we have an employee who loves to irritate the newbies, Paul, he is the typical ex-American football player asshole that every university has had, he maintained his athletic physique but nothing too exaggerated, and whenever he could he showed off his muscles. And with Gabriel it was no different and he was exactly where it hurt, whenever he could he made jokes about how overweight he was and how he was stronger than him. I tried to stop it but not even the manager did anything about it so the effort was null. Month 3 Gabriel even started doing cardio to try to reduce the weight a little and it's working. I felt a little sorry for him and even tried to research some way to try to help him and the best I could do was find him a nutritionist. He was strictly following his diet and as we saw each other every day I always checked how he was doing, until the day we bumped into each other in the locker room: "Ah, sorry, I wasn't paying attention." "No problem mate, I was also distracted by the mirror are you ok?" "Yes everything is fine... wow look at you, the cardio has been good for you!" It was the first time I saw him shirtless and that beer belly was almost gone. "i know right? that nutritionist too is doing a miracle" "i'm glad hes helping, do my eyes decieve me or am i seeing some muscles building up too? "Oh you mean theese ones?" - Says Gabriel as he strikes a bouble biceps pose, i stand there in awe with my jaw droped, it was nothing like a bodybuilding champ but for him a "chubby guy" was impressive the peak starting to form under the fat layer and i had to ask - "Wait, how is that possible? i thought your condition slowed down your progress but this is not what it seams." "You are totaly right, it does retard my progress, but that nutritionist knew a doctor and told him about my condition, and he inveted me to his clinic, he told me that he was intrested in my condition and was willing to finding something to reverse this situation, and asked if i wanted to work with him to find a cure or something alike" "No way! h.. how are you guys achieving the results?" "So he took some blood samples, and made an interview with me, after two weeks he asked me to return there, and gave me this medicine he made to test" "why didn't you told me this before? its awesome news" "I wasn't sure if it would work, as it's all experimental, I didn't want to create false hopes." "that's fair, i don't know what he put on there but is working, hope it doesn't have side effect" "he told me maybe we found some colaterals, so i have to report to him every week to keep everything noted" "man i'm so happy for you! Are you tracking the gains?" "doc told me that i lost 6 pounds of fat and gained around 2 pounds of muscle" "that's insane, imagine Paul's face when he sees you" "to be honest if i could i would never see his face again" "same same, but that's enought talking we got work to do" Month 4 I can't believe how fast Gabriel is progressing, he's more active lately and excited, he insists that I meet him in the locker room to follow the process, at this moment that layer of fat on his belly no longer exists and started to appear what could tourn in a six-pack, his face also strarted to grew a thick beard wich makes him twich as masculine, his chest is starting to outline through the uniform and your arms are almost getting tight in the sleeve, don't know if he does this exibition to tease me, cause he knows i'm Bi, but i guess is just to catch up in the progress since we are friends. He is now 194 pounds, body fat percentage around 17%, another change he didn't mention, but I noticed he seems to be taller, I was a few inches taller, but now he is almost towering over me, I couldn't help but notice, but when he's posing in the mirror I notice that he gets excited, but I avoid looking too much so as not to embarrass myself in front of him, but it's a package that looks like it's about 7 inches... but enought wondering. Gabriel is walking more confidently around the department, and with good reason, the uniform now highlights the gains he is making and everyone is congratulating him on it even Paul noticing the changes, started to give some tips to Gabriel to use in the gym, but gabriel avoid him at all cost i almost fell pity for Paul but he deserves it after all he did. Month 5 Now things are getting interesting, Gabriel told me that the doctor was making changes to the medicine, he is already doubling the dosage. I want to see how big he's going to get with this because since the last time I updated here he hasn't made much progress and even seemed discouraged when he last posed to me. Month 6 This month was a surprize to me, i was on vacation and i got a message from Gabriel asking if he could come to my house to show me something, i was wandering why he asked for it couse next week i was returning to the company, but it couldn't be better. Gabriel arrives at my house drenched in sweat, he was wearing his gym clothes, looking huge, pumped to the brim, the shirt was so tight on his chest and arms I think if he flexes his arm he will rip the sleeves, and speaking of which both arms with pulsating veins passing through the entire arm. his neck and traps were not left behind, swell and veins marked on the shirt, His six-pack is now a eight-pack that is also showing through his soaked shirt, his legs look like tree trunks pressing the shorts onto his thighs. Again i was in awe by this man in front of me. "Jesus what happend to you?" "Doc made a mistake in the formula last time he enhaced it" "and you are still taking them?" "No he suspended last week" "ok are you alright?" "yeah i am, i only got one side effect after all" "and that's what you want to show me? I think becoming bigger than everyone I know is a good side effect" "That's cool too" - he says laughing - "but it is another thing...." "oh... then what" "i wan't to pose to you.... naked" - when he says this my heart races. "a-are you sure?" As i ask he starts to undress himself, showing that light black skin now swolen with muscles, he starts wiht a most muscular pose, flexing and holding the pose for some seconds, my dick gets hard instantly, he smirks noticing, and strike a double biceps, i can't say a word to him because i'm stunned by his muscles so well defined, but he didnt stop there. "and i kept the best to the end, not only my muscles grew" He says it taking his hands to his crotch, and slowly takes off his shorts, as it goes down revealing a massive cock, thick, pulsing, he stays there with that thing hangin beteween his tree trunk legs. After a pause for admiration he continues "i want to thank you, if wasn't for your recomendation i would never be like this" "y-y-you're welcome" i say almost choking on air "we didnt even start and you're choking, i wonder if you can take theese 10 inches?" "but Gabriel thats too much" "don't worry i will be gentle like you were to me all this time" "ok" He aproaches me and stop his mouth right on my ear, his beard brushing my neck skin and says: "and for now on, when we were alone, call me daddy"

These are stories that I personally really enjoy. It's all about muscle theft. I would like to introduce them to you. Unfortunately, the author of these novels appears to no longer be writing 1. Desperate Husbands https://www.pridesites.com/omelissokomos/clarence591/desperate-husbands.html 2. My Father's Child https://www.pridesites.com/omelissokomos/clarence591/my-fathers-child.html 3. Taking the Good https://www.pridesites.com/omelissokomos/clarence591/taking-the-good.html 4. Second Chances https://www.pridesites.com/omelissokomos/clarence591/second-chances-00.html

Long time lurker. First time posting a short story of my own. Enjoy ____________________________________ "Damn it..." Ian was working out on a treadmill in his city's gym. A disappointed expression in his eyes. He was a scrawny, 5'6 feet tall guy, weighing around 120 lbs. He didn't wanted to be so short and without any visible muscle. He wanted to be huge, BIGGER than huge. A masculine beast that everyone will notice and worship. Sadly, no matter how much he tried, his body refused to build any muscle, and over the years he has just gotten even scrawnier and punier. "Fuck man, I wish I could grow bigger..." Getting off the treadmill, he decides to walk outside for a breath of fresh air. Walking to the door, he notices every man in the gym being either highly concentrated in their training, or flexing for themselves in the mirror. Which makes him both aroused and jealous. But while standing outside and stretching a bit, something falls on top of him, covering him from head to toe. "W-what the hell?" He looks to the sky, but it was completely clear. And whatever fell on him felt sticky and gooey. It reminded him of something, but he couldn't quite remember what. Going inside the gym again, he was gonna go straight to the showers to rinse this strange thing off, but the time he came back, his body had completely absorbed it. He couldn't do nothing but stare at where the thing was, but not wanting to overthink, he simply went back to the treadmill. That's when it began. After a few minutes, he began filling a warm and itchy feeling all over his body, forcing him to get off the treadmill again. "What is...h-huh?!" In front of him, his body starts growing. First his previously puny chest, expanding onwards, pushing the shirt to it's limits. Then his arms, ballooning into giant biceps, filling with pound after pound of muscle, the sound of his bones rearranging and his muscles growing being heard through the whole area. Eventually, his shirt completely rips, freeing his still growing pecs from their prison, their "sweat" falling unto the floor as gravity made its job. "My-my pecs...what the...god, this feels so..." a moan leaves his lips. The feeling of his muscles growing feeling just as if he was edging an orgasm. He had already started getting glances from the people in the gym, curious about what was going on. But that's when the transformation continued, his flat belly turning a rock hard six pack, then a 8 pack, followed by his legs, growing in size and muscle, becoming thick enough to rival tree trunks, making rips into his pants until they soon, fall. With longer legs also increases his height, turning slowly from 5,5 to 5,9, then 6,3, then 6,7. His ass became a bubble butt, inflating in size to a fast speed, sending the jockstrap into him. He also started gaining body hair, gaining a beard in the process, and his pecs and abs becoming hairy. Ian thought he was dreaming, and if he was, he didn't wanted it to end. Standing now there only with a jockstrap, he had gone from a twig to a muscular, powerful man. Everyone in the gym had stares only for him. Many of fear, many of curiosity, and even a few filled with lust. He flexes right there, the feeling of his own muscles pressing against each other intoxicating his mind even more. He wa also completely sweating, the smell of man going through the whole gym. Ian thought he was already perfect. But leaving out a painful moan, he realizes that his cock and balls also wanted to be set free. Faster than the rest of his body, his cock starts throbbing in his jockstrap, pushing it down, and eventually setting itself free, slamming against Ian's leg. It was throbbing, pulsating, veins covering it completely, and slowly reaching to the floor. His balls were also growing along with it, becoming sensitive to the touch. "T-this is so much...but..." And that's when he reaches the point of no return. As if his hand was glued to his cock, he starts stroking it, panting in ecstasy, as he falls to his knees and watches in real time as it starts growing, and with it, the rest of his body. His cock soon became thicker than his already bigger hand, and slowly approaching his mouth, before he decided to grab it with his two hands, jerking faster, moving his hips along with it. He was trapped on his own world of lust, the men of the gym taking off their already light clothes jerk off to the sight, overcome with lust. Closer to climaxing, and his head almost reaching the ceiling of the place as his growth intensified, barely being able to move to his biceps becoming too big... He cums. A roar releasing his seed into all the surroundings, his cock shooting volley after volley of thick sperm, shooting random bystanders, and even the very ceiling. The absolute pleasure of his orgasm made the final step of his growth began, and like a broken faucet, the strength of his cum intensified, his dick becoming bigger, thicker, volleys of cum covering the whole gym, men affected by it starting to suck it, becoming big in the same way. Ian's mind was slowly disappearing, being replaced by the desire to grow even bigger, fuck all day, and and cum again and again. The simple thought was enough to make his stream of cum even stronger, now lying on a pool of his own cum that his worshippers were sucking to grow. His muscles were growing to such a rate that his movement was starting to become limited, his balls churning his unlimited seed into his massive cock. Yet he didn't cared. He wanted to grow bigger. "More...Please...MORE..." This command changes something in Ian. And suddenly, he breaks through the gym, his gigantic cock growing into the sky, spewing his seed everywhere like a fountain, the streets becoming rivers of his own cum as he starts growing past buildings and skyscrapers. Worshippers came to him, transformed by his cum, and did their best to pleasure the giant god as he kept growing and growing. Eventually, he stopped getting taller at the height of a skyscraper, but his muscles kept growing still, his head threatening to be shallowed by his traps at any seconds. Yet even then...Ian wanted more. He got a taste of godhood, now he wanted it all. He wanted to turn this world into a neverending orgy. He wanted to show his true power. Growing bigger than the city, a mountain, and and now standing on top of the world...Ian came. And came, and came. The seas turned to white, societies were destroyed by his cum tsunami, people transformed into hyper men looking to grow and fuck 24/7. Ian stood at the top of the world. He was the god of this world now, and the world was nothing more than his playground. A neverending orgy of pure masculinity, sweat, and sex, as everyone swam through his cum, people climbing into his body to worship him. This is what Ian wanted. And yet a thought still remained in his broken mind. "More..." The planet rumbled, unprepared for his next ascension. ---------- END OF PART 1 Tell me your thoughts on this or if you liked it.

This is my first story. I like to think that my writing gets better as the story unfolds. Of course there are always misses and hits, but please continue to read, and give me your feedback. Authors live for your feedback. The Wall I’m a successful Wall Street executive. My life is good. In fact, sometimes I think it is too good. I don't complain. My office is in the city, and I have a nice home on Long Island from which I commute to work every day. My work days are long and sometimes stressful, but I enjoy the challenges, and I decompress by obsessively working out in the gym and working in my garden. The garden is beautiful, but I always thought that it was lacking a few defining structures; so, when the idea hit me that a beautiful stone wall would create the backdrop it deserved, I hired a reputable landscape contractor who could make my ideas into reality. I was so excited. Monday was to be the start of the new wall project, and I had been thinking of little else for weeks. Unfortunately, the garden, where usually I love to entertain, was about to become a construction zone. So, the weekend before, I decided to invite my friends John and Ernie over for lunch by the pool and an afternoon swim. They accepted and had asked if they could bring couple of their friends along that they thought I would enjoy. You see, John and Ernie are toned and attractive enough, but they know I what really like is muscle -- lots of it. I get off on big, beefy, masculine men - physical men who enjoy rough housing and showing off. Nothing turns me on like a big man who’s willing to rip off his shirt, wrestle me into a bear hug and show me that he’s at least a strong as me. I work out a lot myself, and at 6’2” and 245 lbs, I make a worthy competitor. I like feeling the strength of other men, and I love being tested and felt up and appreciated by big men even more. I had left a note on the front door for Ernie and John and their friends to let themselves in and meet me on the terrace by the pool. They arrived single file down the garden path - first John with a big hug and a whistle, and then Ernie with pat on my rump and a tousle of my hair. Then, Ernie made his hands into fists and started pounding on my pecs. “Someone’s been working out!” Another whistle. Then with a squeeze, “You’re gonna need a binder for these things if they get any bigger, Max.” Then Ernie doubled back for grope of my arm and said, “Oh wow! I can’t get my hands around it. You may be getting too big, or is there such a thing?” Now Ernie and John know I love a little admiration and that I don’t really have a limit for too big; so, I knew they were up to something when they started fawning over me and teasing. I also know that Ernie and John are aware that throwing a little admiration my way goes straight to my dick, and I was just starting to chub up a bit when their two friend showed up next, sending me straight to full mast steel in seconds flat. John said, “Maxie, if you’re not careful, you may get as big as our friends Eric and Lars here.” Gulp... “Max, meet Eric and Lars. Boys, this is our host Max.” Oh my God. Two men of my dreams, Eric and Lars were big and tall and looked like superheroes in shorts and polo shirts. Eric was fair skinned and dark haired, and Lars was golden all over – hair, skin and eyes - like a lion. I was slack jawed and salivating, and they looked pretty hungry for me as well. With a firm squeeze of my rump Ernie said, “Well, isn’t anybody going to say anything? Hellowwww? Gentlemen…?” Knocking on the top of my head, “Hellowwww... Is anybody in home? ... Earth to Max!” Startled back into civility, I offered my greeting to both Eric and Lars, and we said our polite hellos while continuing to survey each other’s physiques like hungry wolves eyeing fatted lambs (or in our case, like other hungry wolves. I couldn’t stop staring, and I couldn’t seem to maneuver my hardon into a less obvious position. It was straight up, hard as a rock and going nowhere. The attraction was so strong, that I think it was actually uncomfortable for Ernie and John, although, Ernie could always come up with a quip or a bitchy remark to lighten the tone. “OMG, you three! get a room! Or should I just jerk you off right here so we can get that lunch we were invited for today. AND DRINKS! I'm sure we were promised DRINKS!” Then nodding to the iced pitcher by the grill, “Maxie, my dear, get it in gear. Those margaritas are not going to serve themselves!” Long story short, the afternoon was fantastic. Besides being absolutely gorgeous hunks of prime muscle beef, Eric and Lars were also interesting and witty and delightful. They were just so damn sexy that I couldn’t stop staring and fantasizing. Every hearty laugh expanded a massive chest. Every lift of a fork flexed bulging biceps. A twist and stretch near the end of the meal made Eric’s shirt rise up above his navel, exposing the base of a rippling 6 pack. I stayed hard for 2 hours. When lunch was through, I offered the pool to my guests and indicated a changing room just off the deck. Eric and Lars acknowledged acceptance with a nod and set off to get changed, but John and Ernie declined, saying that they had eaten and drunk too much and needed a nap instead and would just head home early if I didn’t mind entertaining Eric and Lars for the afternoon. John gave me a wink and a peck on the cheek, while Ernie just groped me in the crotch and said, “I’m sure you three can find something fun to do without us,” and then, “I hear Lars is quite flexible.” A few minutes later, Eric and Lars emerged from the pool house, and I didn’t know if I would pass out right there or just cum in my shorts. My God, those boys could fill out their speedos. And talk about perfection, each in his own way the definition of what manliness should be. Eric was fair with a swirling pattern of dark hair on his chest, a defined trail down the middle of his abdomen, with more abundant hair over his thickly muscled legs. Lars was golden all over, with honey colored skin and a light dusting of golden hair all over his chest, forearms and legs that shimmered in the sunlight, making him look like a salted caramel ready to be sampled. Both of them were hugely built. Eric had absolutely enormous legs, butt, back and arms. Lars had the biggest pecs hanging over the tightest abs and most defined atlas belt I had ever seen. I was slack jawed, and they were all grins. I think Ernie and John must have alerted them ahead of the game that they could have some fun with me, and when they dropped their towels on the chaises and started rubbing suntan oil onto each other, then I had to get in on the action. I walked over, and Lars started flexing his pecs, bouncing the huge slabs up and down and saying, “Hey, Eric, have you noticed how Max can’t stop staring at my pecs. I think he might be a chest man. What do you say, Max? Do you want to help Eric put some sunscreen on my chest?” Before I could reply, Eric said, “No, Lars, I think he’s an arm man. Look how his dick twitches in his pants when I flex like this.” Eric flexed a huge arm in front of my face, and true to form, my dick twitched and pumped out some precum that made a wet spot on the front of my shorts. Lars then said, “You know, I think John and Ernie said that more than anything else, Max would like to flex for us. I could definitely go for that. Why don’t we get him out of those clothes and see what he’s got. From the tent in the front of his shorts, I don’t think we’ll be disappointed.” Eric then grabbed my shirt by the hem and pulled it up over my head while Lars unbuttoned/unzipped my shorts and pulled them to my feet. It happened so fast I could hardly react, but my dick responded, all nine inches of it, throbbing straight up toward my pecs and leaking copious precum as my guests made their inspections. Eric let out a low whistle and moved close behind me, pushing his own hardon up against my butt while reaching around me to rub sunscreen onto my chest and shoulders. “Hey, Lars, his chest is almost as big as yours, but I think you should get closer so that we can more easily compare.” Lars nuzzled up front, grinding his still speedo-covered erection into my hardon while flexing his pecs and his abs. “Hey Eric, he does have an amazing rack, but I think I’ve still got him beat. What about his arms? They look pretty big. Why don’t you each flex a biceps for me so I can decide who’s is bigger?” Eric’s right arm appeared in my peripheral vision and flexed into an enormous peak just beside my right cheek. I couldn’t help but turn my head and begin licking it, and I thought I might cum right then. Lars interrupted, “No! No! No! Do not cum yet. You may not cum until the comparison is through. Okay, Max, flex that big arm for me and let me see how yours feels compared to Eric’s.” I flexed with all my might, turned on like I had never been before and somehow willing myself not to come until permitted. “Oh, man, Max, your arm is as big as Eric’s, but I think his peak is still higher." My dick was shuddering like crazy, and the precum was leaking in a continuous stream. "Yeh, big man, you and Eric are close in the arm department, but his back and ass are like nothing you’ve ever seen and can't be beat by anyone. Turn around, and Eric can drop his trunks and you’ll see what I mean.” With that, still sandwiched between the two musclemen, I turned around and then watched as Eric took a step back, turned around and raised his arms into a double biceps. My hands were instinctively all over his arms and shoulders, and my cock was shuddering but somehow still under control. “Rear lat spread,” commanded Lars, and Eric complied, lowering his fists to his waist and forcing the wings of his back to spread as wide as any back I had ever seen. Then, while Eric was still flexing, Lars reached around and pulled Eric’s speedo to the ground. That ass was magnificent. High, tight and covered with a light dusting of hair. As Eric shifted weight from one foot to the other, the landscape of his gluteus muscles flexed and rolled. I could see some glistening sweat and a tuft of slightly thicker hair at the base of his spine, disappearing into the top of his ass crack, and I nearly blew my load again. I had never seen and ass that beefy and beautiful before. I needed to be inside that ass, and I needed it right then. Seeming to sense my need, or maybe revealing his own, Eric leaned over and grabbed his ankles. Then Lars grabbled a glob of precum from my dick and lubed Eric’s hole. Then Lars commanded me to flex my own double biceps pose while he positioned my dick at Eric’s hole. He then shoved his own 8-inches into me, which in turn forced me to enter Eric with a single thrust. Mphggh! It was pleasure beyond anything I had ever dreamed. With Lars fucking me and squeezing my biceps while I was fucking Eric and feeling his big muscle ass, I finally came, buckling over Eric at the same time that Lars came and buckled into me, and Eric came and nearly buckled to the ground. I must have pumped a gallon of cum into Eric. Lars was still feeling my arms and my pecs and ramming my ass, and I just kept cumming and cumming, worshipping Eric’s huge muscled body from behind while myself being worshipped the same. Finally, we were done and exhausted and laughing and lightly wrestling and flexing and feeling and then doing it all over again in the opposite direction and several different combinations. Eric and Lars stayed for the night and most of the following day. Then we said our farewells, and they were gone. Like I said, the weekend was relaxing. Now it was Sunday evening, and I needed to get ready for the week. Let me know if you enjoy the story so far. I can continue it if you like.

Bron Breakker suffered yet another loss. He knew it was all a show but it dawned on him that he was relegated now to the jobber of the bunch. And he was tired of it. He slammed a locker door when he noticed me as to him; I just appeared out of nowhere. Startled, he jumped back. “Holy shit. Who are you and how’d you get back here? Sorry. I ain’t signing autographs right now.” As he waved me away. But I just gave him a solid look as I dug into my pocket and pulled out a vial with dark blue liquid floating inside. “Oh but I think you’ll like what I’m offering…” as I wave it in his face. He looks at me, he looks at the vial, looks at me and looks at the vial before waving me away once more. “I told you, not interested. Now scram before I call security.” He opened his locker once more to grab something and is surprised I’m still standing there. “Can’t you hear? Security-MMPH!” As I close his mouth shut with a hand and pop the vial off with my other hand as i waft the scents into his nose. Brown takes a whiff and suddenly his demeanor changes once he really takes a deep inhale. “The fuck is this?” As he yanks it out of my hand as he smells it on his terms, using an arm to give me and him some distance. “Oh that. Just something I’ve been making for a guy like you. Someone who is tired of being pushed around. Someone who is ready to take change and get the respect he deserves…” as my voice trails off. Brob raises an eyebrow. “Oh yeah and this is going to do it? As if…” I shrug and take the vial out of his hands and he’s like a child now, upset that his favorite toy has been taken away. “I mean if you don’t want it, I’ll be sure to find someone else here who will gladly-“ I’m cut off as Bron swiped it out of my hand as he popped the top off and drank the mixture in a split second. It’s just what I wanted however as he stood there, waiting dir something to happen. “Ok now wha- woah-mmohmmm- fuck.” Bron groaned as he clenched his stomach as he told me how warm and hot he was getting… but that was it. What he didn’t notice was that I sneaked away for just a second and came back with some cream in my hands as Bron just stood there, almost awaiting orders. “What-what’s going on. I feel funny…” as he watched me come over, heavily applying more cream as I approached him and instantly applied the mixture to his chest. “Hey man-fuckkkkk… man I’m not gay…” as he couldn’t help but moan as my hands rubbed and massaged the mixture into him. I guided him forward as he landed on a bench as I continued to apply the cream on his chest. “Sure you aren’t Bron.” As I grin and really massage and worship those muscles. Bron couldn’t help but moan as he noticed the muscles I was massaging slowly grew to my touch. It turned me on making him grow as my fingers really got deep, which only made him grow thicker and thicker. I started with his upper body first as I massaged around his chest and traps. I could feel his muscles quiver and react as they swelled up huger and huger. Bron was practically turning into a muscle morph you see online as his pecs turned into a practical shelf as he couldn’t help but rub and massage his pec meat, moaning as his hands rubbed against now ultra sensitive aerolas. “Fuck… fuck don’t stop man… make me huge…” as he popped a double bicep as he awaited my hands to rub them. And rub them I did as I sat on his lap, grinding my ass against his erect cock which was straining in his spandex bottoms. My hands went deep against his biceps and triceps as I was sure to get into every inch of his muscle as his biceps began to throb and swell to my touch. By the time they were done growing, they were practically the size of large bowling balls, coursing with veins as Bron couldn’t help but flex those are muscles for me. “Oh yeah? You like that shit?” As he grinned. I nodded and paused to give one of his armpits a whiff as I could smell the muscle growth coming off of him as I wasn’t finished yet. I popped off his lap as Bron knew what I wanted and ripped his pants off completely. The tattered remains of his pants in pieces across the floor as he was too huge in the upper body to do anything at the moment. So I continued my work as my hands groped and rubbing one leg at the time. Bron howled in pleasure as those leg muscles of his grew to match the size and thickness of his arms as they were prime for worship. I had to make sure I applied my mix just right so he didn’t have one leg thicker than the other but I worked my magic and he was practically putty in my hands. “P-please… you’re not done yet are you?” Bron begged as he was now over 400lbs of huge, thick and ripped muscles. I practically creamed myself in my pants as the sight of how huge and thick Bron had became as he could be the new Mr.Olympia for the rest of his life with the amount of muscle put on him. But he was right. I wasn’t done. And I wanted to make him mine completely. “I have just enough left for someplace special to you…” as his cock was lost in the caverns of muscle. “I think you know what I want. I hope you understand if I do this, then their is no going back for you.” But it was like I was talking to a wall as he was already under my control, I just needed to seal the deal. “Yes yes yes. Please. I need this. I want this. I want to be yours. Your huge muscle slut. I dont care about wrestling right now. I just want to be yours to show off. Please do this to me. Finish this…” I could tell his mentality was shifting as the vial he drank first was nearly finished running its course. So I gave him what we both wanted. With the last of the cream, I poured the rest onto my hands and reached between his legs with both hands I gave his shaft slow and steady pumps. Bron couldn’t look down at me as his pecs were too huge to see, but I head him moan as his cock expanded inch my inch. I looked up, but just like him, I couldn’t see Brons expression as his muscles were blotting out the light in the locker room to see. But judging by the hot groans he made; I knew he loved what was happening. And now time to seal the deal. As his cock was still swelling, I got onto his lap as I dropped my pants on the ground. I then guided my ass towards the head of his swelling cock and I bent down until I felt that huge head of his push into my ass. I moaned loudly with Bron as my stomach bulges and stretched as his cock was still growing inside and I could feel it push and I had to be careful not to get stuck and be his living condom. I then began to hump and ride his gigantic cock as Bron could only sit as the effects were finally starting to wear off. Nearly 500lbs now of solid and thick muscle as he was wide as fuck and throbbing with muscle. He managed to grab me with both arms and thrust me up and down as I moaned his name with each bump. Despite his new size, we managed to lock eyes as the old Bron was gone from the world as he roared and came in me. I groaned happily as my stomach expanded and bloated with hot Bron cum as my prepared this all from the beginning to avoid any accidents. He continued cumming into me as I looked into his eyes once more as they were hazy and dazed. Bron was completely mine as he helped pop me off his now monster cock as I grabbed him by the wrist and pulled him down so I could kiss his face. Finished. He got on knee and knelt down by me , completing his journey from Bron Breakker to Bron the Bull Breaker as he couldn’t wait to please me.

Here's the third instalment of my growing dad story. This will be the final part of the growth act. If i continue writing more in the future, it will be about living with their newfound size rather than growing them bigger. I hope you guys enjoy, let me know what you think in the comments. Part One and Two Like Father, Like Son Part Three "Do you know where I can get more of that stuff?" Darren grinned to himself and flexed his pecs, working on tensing the muscles one at a time. Beside him Darren's father Lawrence struggled to control the steering wheel around his own chest. His Dad's biceps fought for space against his pecs, and his huge hands had already gripped and distorted the plastic wheel. The two men had struggled to fit inside his fathers beat up pickup, but it had been an enjoyable struggle, and Darren felt his cock throb in his tight sweatpants as his fathers massive muscular arm tensed and rubbed against his own. Both men had one arm hanging out a window to make more room within the cab, but they were so wide they couldn't avoid pressing against one another. Not that they would want to. When his father had asked for more of the chemicals that had turned them into muscle gods, his cock had shot back to full hardness, throbbing between his massive pecs. This had in turn gotten his father hard again, and the two of them has been 'forced' to rub their enormous cocks against each other, flexing their new manly pecs together until both had blasted another load across their kitchen ceiling. Darren and his father's libidos were so active they had struggled to control themselves long enough to go upstairs and find some sort of clothing that fit. The results of that search had been laughable. Darren had stuffed his thick quads and enormous cock into a pair of formerly baggy sweatpants. A once loose tank top was now stretched across his broad chest and rode up enough to expose the lower third of his rock hard stomach. His father hadn't managed much better, an old pair of basketball shorts now clinging to his thighs and ass, barely long enough to cover the length of his extraordinary cock and definitely not enough to support or obscure his huge cantaloupe sized nuts. Lawrence had tried pulling on several shirts, and both father and son had been turned on watching Lawrence's enormous upper body shred through and tear each garment like tissue paper. In the end his father had opted to go shirtless. This was fine with Darren as it meant he had an unobscured view of his father's hugely swollen chest muscles while they bounced and quivered with his Dad's every motion. The two hairy masses made driving difficult, but his fathers grin suggested to Darren that Lawrence didn't mind. The way his father had flexed his massive bicep at another car when stopped at a red light, leering and laughing at the shocked men next to them, told Darren his Dad was fully in love with his new body. It was late by the time they left the house, and as they approached the University campus the sun had set. Darren was glad as it meant they would attract less attention when they made their way into the science building. He wasn't sure how to explain the presence of two eight foot tall muscle gods on campus, and would rather wait until they were even Bigger before trying. "Take the next left Dad, and then we can park right there," said Darren, pointing to an empty parking lot next to the chemistry building. Or trying to point, his own bulk and his father's meaning he mostly flexed his bicep against his Dad's tricep while barely lifting his forearm. His Dad smirked and reached down to rub Darren's thigh, making his cock jump and throb in his sweats in response. His Dad laughed and gave Darren's cock a quick squeeze as well as he brought the pickup to a halt. Exiting the vehicle proved just as difficult as entering, and Darren bent the door nearly off it's hinges in the attempt. He was shocked when the door refused to close and he saw the imprints of his fingers on the door panel. Darren was distracted by cursing from the drivers side, arriving just in time to see the door fly fully off it's hinges and land with a crash on the asphalt. One massive quad and thick calf emerged, huge bare foot thudding solidly on the pavement. Neither massive man had fit into shoes, and Darren found himself strangely turned on. They were both so Big! Another string of curses mixed with deep laughter drew Darren's attention, and he stepped in to help his father. Grabbing one arm, he helped pull his Dad free of the truck, hearing the steering column crunch and twist. The truck sprung upward as his Dad exited, and Darren had to wonder just how much the two of them weighed now. As his father stood up and stretched his neck and arms, he spoke. "Damn son, they really don't build them like the used to huh?" He patted the truck roof with one meaty hand, then frowned as he noticed the bits of metal and plastic caught in his chest hair. Darren helped Lawrence brush them from his furry pelt, then spent a few moments caressing and exploring his Dad's huge fuzzy chest with his hands. Lawrence then pulled Darren in for a swift kiss, chests pressed tightly together. Darren felt his Dad's cock and ball throb in response to his own, before his Dad pushed him away. "Enough of that for now kid, save it for when we're Growing again," his Dad growled, eyes gleaming with desire. Darren mock saluted his father, bicep and forearm making it difficult. "Yes sir, lead the way," he joked. "Darren, this is your school. I don't know where we're going. I can barely see over my pecs anyway." Lawrence puffed up his hairy chest proudly as he spoke. Darren had to admit it was more difficult to adjust to his new size than he expected. As both he and his Dad strutted towards the science building, he felt his thighs rubbing together, had to adjust his stride and swing his legs wide around one another. His large nuts and impossibly huge cock also swayed and bounced distractingly in his sweatpants, and he enjoyed every jolt of his heavy testicles in his sack. His father next to him was the biggest distraction of all, a walking mountain of muscle that flexed and bounced with his every stride. He was so distracted by his fathers mass that he walked right into the doors, thumping against them and cracking the glass with his chest. Darren blushed and tried to fish in his small pockets with his giant hand for his keycard, while his father roared with laughter and congratulated him for growing up into a real man. Darren scanned his card and the two of them ducked and lumbered awkwardly through the entry. Looking at the small card in his palm, Darren shrugged and tucked it between his pecs for easier access compared to his skintight pockets. The chemistry building was empty at this hour. Students were allowed to work late, but on a Friday night there was no one to be seen. The automatic lights lit up ahead of them, and dimmed again behind them. The thumping of their bare feet and the subtle creaking and groaning of their muscles provided an organic counterpoint to the low electric hum and mechanical background noises of the building. "We need to get to the third floor," Darren said in a low voice. He felt himself more on edge now, anxious at the thought of being discovered sneaking in. "Is there an elevator nearby then?" His Dad also spoke in a subdued voice. Looking over, Darren almost laughed. They were both slightly hunched, instinctively trying to make themselves smaller to attract less attention. A completely ridiculous and pointless endeavour for the two muscular titans. Darren forced himself to stand up straighter and relax his shoulders. He watched his father do the same. "I don't think we're going to fit in the elevator Dad. Plus I don't think it's rated for our weight!" Darren winked and bounced his chest suggestively. "Alright Mr. Massive, let's take the stairs. Lead the way." Darren set out, down one corridor and up a second. The main stairs on the first floor were broad and decorative, giving the two men plenty of room to make their way up. Darren's new stride meant he took the steps three at a time comfortably. A broad hand on his ass told him his father appreciated the view, and Darren made sure to flex his powerful globes with every step. The hand on his ass squeezed in appreciation, and Darren swallowed a deep chuckle. The second floor hallways were narrower and darker, banks of lockers lining the walls. Darren lead the way again, his father a warm presence looming behind him. The floors farther up were restricted, and Darren had to swipe his tiny keycard to let them access the much smaller concrete stairwell. The metal steps clanged dully under their feet, the enclosed stairwell booming with the echoes of their passage. Darren felt the hair on his neck rise, certain somebody would notice the noise and that they'd be discovered. He scanned his keycard again at the third floor and both massive men ducked through the door, relieved to be in a quieter hallway again. They stood in an island of light, massive muscles gleaming from anxious sweat. Darren felt his Dad's hand on his shoulder and his Dad's lips near his ear. "Alright son, where to from here?" Lawrence whispered. Darren had to clear his throat and swallow before whispering his reply. "Two hallways over and three more down. We're looking for room 313." Both men set out, trying to walk quietly. Darren found he required a surprising amount of effort to control the strike of his heel. His mass was so immense now, it just felt natural to be loud. The rubbing of his muscles was also a constant distraction, his cock in his sweats demanding more attention due to his increased libido. It was natural in his distracted state, with the sexy mass of his father behind him, that he almost missed the warning glow of lights approaching the hallway intersection ahead of them. A hissed breath behind him and a hand grasping his shoulder alerted him. Darren stopped, frozen, unsure what to do as lights switched on ahead and quiet footsteps came towards him. His Dad pulled him back, finger to his lips, and jerked his head towards the intersection behind them. The two men hustled as best they could, as quietly as they could, towards that perceived shelter. His Dad turned the corner just ahead of him, broad back barely out of sight when a voice behind Darren froze him in his tracks. "Hey! You! Are you supposed to be here?" Darren looked at his father in stunned panic. Lawrence looked uncertainly back. Then Darren watched a grin spread across his Dad's face. The older man straightened up and relaxed his shoulders. He gave Darren a reassuring look and a wink, puffing out his chest and gesturing Darren to turn back. He also tapped his chest, once, twice, three times, until Darren realized his father was indicating the keycard tucked between Darren's own pecs. Darren felt relief surge through his body, and his dad nodded encouragement. Then Lawrence turned and began to tiptoe his way down the corridor. The sight of his giant muscular Dad trying to be sneaky was so ridiculous Darren couldn't help letting out a quiet giggle. He stifled that a moment later as he heard footsteps stomping towards him from the other hall. "Hey, Buddy." The voice was insistent, but not yet rude. "This floor is restricted, I'm going to need to see your... ID... please..." The voice trailed off as Darren turned, standing up to his full eight foot height. He crossed thick rippling arms across his broad chest and smiled down at the security guard staring up at him in slack jawed awe. "Good evening little guy. What was that you were saying?" Darren forced himself to sound more confident than he was feeling. The butterflies in his stomach told him his confidence hadn't yet grown as big as his body. The security guard shook his head, obviously trying to collect himself, and just as obviously distracted by Darren's massive muscles. Darren decided to help the man out, and began to flex his pecs, slowly, one at a time, making the massive mounds swell up and tighten before relaxing and bouncing back down under his 'shirt'. "I, I uh, I need to see your ID. Please. These floors are uh, restricted to chemistry students only. Dangerous." The smaller man stood there, clearly not sure what else to say to the giant in front of him. Darren felt a second wave of relief, and relaxed his posture even more. He reached between his pecs and pulled out his keycard. "Sure thing big guy, no worries. You having a busy night?" Darren passed down the card, slick with his sweat, smirking as he noticed the security guards hand trembling as he took it. He looked for a moment at the card, then up in disbelief at Darren. Darren helpfully leaned forward, looming over the smaller man. "Sorry bud, I know it's hard to see my face sometimes over my chest." Darren flexed his chest muscles to prove the point. He looked down and winked at the security guard. The man was clearly in his late twenties, not much older than the students he policed, and he was obviously being turned on by Darren's body. "Y-you weren't kidding," stammered the security guard. "How come I haven't noticed YOU before. A guy your size should be famous! Are you really supposed to be here?" Darren let out a deep laugh, lifting one arm up to flex his bicep. He was beginning to enjoy the lusty look on the smaller mans face. "Yup, I'm just here to get a little chemistry homework done. It's easier to do without a bunch of people around, you know?" Darren wiggled his wrist, making the bicep dance. "What's your name by the way?" "Stan. Uh Stanley, and you're-" the security guard checked the card again. "Darren." "Yep that's me." Stan still seemed unsure and floundering. "You uh, you don't look as big in your picture." Darren bent down, getting closer to the smaller mans face, his huge chest in danger of knocking the guard back. "Yeah, they just zoomed in really close on my face. I think the photographer didn't like my chest being in the way." Stan reached out tentatively, almost touching Darren's chest, before catching himself and coughing. Blushing, the smaller man transferred Darren's keycard to that hand and held it back out to Darren. Darren grinned and gently grasped the security guards wrist. He helped guide Stan's hand to tuck the keycard back between his thick pectorals. The security guard blushed and gasped, and Darren fought to keep from grinning as he noticed the wet spot on Stan's pants. He stood back up and leaned against a locker, denting it with his elbow, and looked back down at Stan. "So do you work here very often? Will I be seeing you again?" Darren felt almost ashamed at how much he was affecting the poor little man. But he felt a tingling excitement instead. He lifted both arms up and gave the shorter man a huge double bicep flex, and flexed his cock in his sweatpants as well. Beads of sweat broke out on Stan's forehead, the wet spot in his pants growing darker. The security guard half hunched and gasped. "Y-yeah probably. But I, I should get back to m-my rounds. Don't w-want to keep you, from homework." Darren could see Stan's dick throbbing in his pants and took pity on the smaller man. "Well alright then Stan, it was nice meeting you. Maybe I'll see you in the gym sometime." Darren rested his hands on Stan's shoulders, gently moving him aside so Darren could slowly slide past the man, letting his prominent bulge 'accidentally' graze against Stan. Darren began to walk away and turned to wink back over his shoulder, seeing Stan bite his lip. He then heard footsteps rushing away in the direction of the nearest bathroom. Darren held his breath until he heard a door slam and then threw his head back to let out a deep laugh. The tension bled from his body, leaving him trembling slightly. It was going to take time adjusting to his new body, but he thought he was going to thoroughly enjoy doing so. Darren rushed down the hall, taking the remaining turns until at last he reached room 313. He ducked inside and closed the door behind him, turning to see his father at the far end of the classroom silhouetted by the light from the fridge. His father held a clear vial between his fingers as he turned to Darren and grinned. "Bottoms up son!" said Lawrence as he drained half the vial in a single swig. Darren stood frozen, watching his father, waiting for the growth he knew was about to occur. His father beamed, holding the vial loosely in one hand, looking down at himself and gently flexing his other forearm. Both of them waited in silence for nearly a minute before the disappointment set in. "Nothing is happening." "Dad did you feel anything?" Both men spoke at once. Darren's father looked chagrined as Darren made his way across the room. "What is it Darren? Did I grab the wrong stuff?" Darren bent down to peer into the cooler, seeing two more vials of clear liquid within the refrigerator. "No Dad, this is the right room, and those are the vials that were left over when I went home today. It should have worked. Can I see that?" Darren took the glass from his father and peered at the small label. "Do you remember which vial did what back at the house?" "How should I know son, you didn't label them remember? I think the pink one grew my muscles?" "Pink..." Darren said under his breath, looking at the vial. It took him another moment to realize the vial he held and the vials in the cooler were each clear liquid. "That's what's different Dad. The stuff we drank all had different colours. These are all still clear. But I don't know why." "Were they clear when you brought them home earlier? Did somebody change what was in here after you left?" Darren could hear the impatience and frustration in his fathers voice as Lawrence was denied the size he craved. "These are the same solutions I brought home with me earlier. They have to be kept cool, that's why I put them in our fridge." Darren frowned, then snapped his fingers as inspiration dawned. "Dad, they were supposed to stay cool! But they didn't, everything heated up when I was in the car driving home. That's why they're still clear, they're still cold!" Darren watched his Dad's face, saw disappointment give way to thoughtfulness, and then a full grin. Darren stepped aside as his father reached past him, grabbing the remaining two vials and the one still held in Darren's hand. "Alright son, we better find a way to make these hotter." Lawrence smirked as he carefully places first one, then the second tube from the fridge between his mammoth pecs. The huge hairy muscles easily held the vials in the crevasse between them, and Lawrence reached out to tuck the third one safely into Darren's own meaty chest. Then he stepped closer and wrapped his arms around Darren's back, pulling him close. Darren immediately felt himself heating up from his father's proximity, and couldn't help letting out a low moan as his Dad pressed the stretched crotch of his basketball shorts against Darrens equally bloated junk in his sweat pants. "Looks like things are heating up already," said Lawrence, smiling and leaning in to kiss Darren. Darren kissed back, hungry for his fathers lips, grinding his cock against his fathers massive thighs. Darrens own arms wrapped around his fathers broad back, hands grasping and groping his father's heavy slabs of muscle. He broke the kiss and traced his tongue along the heavy muscles of his father's neck, tasting the salty sweat already glistening across Lawrence's body as the two titans groped and pressed against each other. His father's hands pulled his face downwards, pressing Darrens face against his father's bloated chest. Darren obliged him and licked the huge hairy globes of beef, groaning as his father moaned above him. Already in the dim light through the windows Darren could see the colours of the liquids in the vials changing, and he could feel the warmth of his body radiating from his own chest. Both men were so involved in their admiration for the others body, neither heard the classroom door open and close. Both let out a yelp as the lights flicked on, dazzling eyes that had grown used to the dimness. "Is somebody in here? I didn't expect- Oh my God!" exclaimed an unfamiliar voice. Darren stepped back from his father, morbidly aware of his cock tenting his sweatpants, noticing his father's own huge erection emerging from the bottom of Lawrence's tight basketball shorts. He turned from his father's huge hairy form and looked towards the door. There he saw his Chemistry professor, Mr. Jones, standing at the light switch, staring in awe and confusion at the two men in his classroom. 'Two Giants' corrected Darren in his own mind. He tried to calm himself, tried to think past the rapid beating of his heart and the answering throbbing in his sweats. The three men were frozen in tableau for a moment more, before Mr. Jones stepped away from the wall, walking slowly towards Darren and his father. "Darren? Is that you? I-it can't be? What on earth happened to you?" Mr. Jones transferred his gaze to Darren's father, eyes widening somehow even more as he took in the heavily furred, obscenely muscled torso of Lawrence, eye's flicking down and then back up. Darren watched Mr Jones' face flush as he swallowed and tried not to stare at Darren's fathers cock. "Darren! What is happening here. I demand an explanation!" "Mr. Jones, I can explain. You see I, we-" "Darren," interjected Lawrence smoothly. "Is this one of your instructors? Aren't you going to introduce him to your old man?" Darren turned in surprise, giving his father a quick glance, returning the nod he received. "Yeah, sorry Dad, of course. Mr. Jones, I don't think you've met my Dad before have you? This is Lawrence. Dad, this is my chemistry professor, Mr. Jones." Darren stepped back at a loss as his father stepped forward to shake hands with Mr. Jones as if they were meeting by chance on a stroll in the park. Mr. Jones looked no less shocked and bewildered, but the ritual pleasantries were a lifeline he could cling to for a sense of normalcy. Mr. Jones stuck out his hand only for Lawrence's massive mitt to completely engulf his hand and wrist in a gentle grasp. "Nice to meet you Mr. Jones. My son here has told me about you, says he really enjoys your classes. Never mentioned you were so handsome though. What brings you in so late?" Darren stared in surprise at his Dad, flabbergasted by how calm he was being. Darren thought he must be trying to flatter the smaller man, but from the look on Lawrence's face Darren suspect his Dad really did find Mr. Jones to be handsome. "Ah, um, nice to meet you Lawrence. I'm H-Harold. Harry." Darren watched Mr. Jones look between himself and his father, and wondered just how much of their activities Mr. Jones had witnessed. Judging by the bulge in his pants, he wasn't turned off by the sight. "Harry? Really? Bit of an ironic name isn't it? You make bald work for you though, and I like the moustache." Darren's Dad continued to hold Mr. Jones' hand, smiling down as the smaller man grew more flustered. Now that he really paid attention, Darren supposed that Harry Jones really WAS a handsome man. He just hadn't considered being interested in an older man before, until... well, a couple hours ago. Mr. Jones pulled his hand free of Lawrence's grip, and looked towards Darren again. "Darren! What is going on here! What happened to you? How did you get so, so," Mr. Jones floundered. "So huge! Why are you here and dressed like..." Mr Jones gestured helplessly up and down at Darren and his Dad. He even seemed to sigh in exasperation as he noticed both men were barefoot in a chemistry lab. "Mr Jones, I can explain. It's kind of a weird story, but..." "Darren, why not stop confusing your teacher, and just Show him what happened instead?" Darren blinked and looked at his father in surprise. Lawrence just grinned at him, and carefully pulled a glass container of faintly blue liquid from between his pecs. Harry looked flummoxed and slightly turned on as he watched the vial emerge from between two enormous pillows of muscle. "My son," Lawrence said proudly, "created the greatest experiment in the world today. I was his first test subject." His father flicked the stopper from the vial with his thumb and slowly lifted the glass, flexing his huge arm for show as he took a small sip of liquid. He sighed happily, and Darren felt his cock throb in excitement, the familiar sensation of butterflies filling his stomach again. He looked down at his teacher and laughed, rubbing the back of his head, flexing his own bicep as he tried to enjoy having an audience. "Sorry Mr. Jones, I guess I'm a better scientist than I thought. You might deserve some of the credit though." Whatever Harry Jones was going to say in reply was lost, as both he and Darren turned at a loud groan from Darren's Dad. As they watched, Lawrence lifted both arms up, pointing and posing like a classical statue. His huge muscles flexed, seeming to grow larger. Darren heard a gasp from Mr. Jones as his father began to inch slowly upwards, body creaking and groaning as he put on height and weight. His dad switched poses twice more, ending with a most muscular as his growth topped out at about six inches. Darren found himself having to look up slightly again at his newly eight foot six inch tall father. He grinned up at Lawrence. "Looks like your second puberty isn't quite over yet Old Man," joked Darren. "Hey, watch who you're calling old, shorty. Or your Dad will send you to bed with no supper." Lawrence winked down at Darren and shook the vial of blue liquid meaningfully. He then transferred his gaze to the awe struck shorter man before him. Darren stepped out of the way as his father knelt down in front of Mr. Jones. "So what do you think Harry? Do you approve of my sons genius?" Lawrence winked and flexed one massive bicep in Mr. Jones face. "Why don't you give it a feel?" Darren grinned as he watched his entranced teacher reach out and rub one hand tentatively over his fathers arm. A big flex from Lawrence encouraged the smaller man to touch and feel the tricep and forearm, even trying to wrap his small arms around Lawrences bulging muscles. "My god, I must be dreaming," breathed Mr Jones. "None of this can be real. You- You're huge! And hulking and handsome and, and..." words failed the smaller man, and Darrens father winked. "Well thanks Harry, I think you're pretty handsome yourself. By any chance has a cute little man like you ever dreamed of being a Big Man like me before?" Lawrence smiled, and Darren felt his stomach do flips of excitement. "W-what? What do you mean, me? I- I couldn't. None of this makes sense, we don't know what's happened, we don't know if you're safe or, or, or any of a hundred other things." Mr. Jones was looking up at Darrens father in both confusion and lust. Darren saw his knees wobbling and stooped to try to catch him, but Lawrence was there first, picking the smaller man up and setting him on a long counter. Darren's father then reached out and casually plucked the vial of liquid from between Darrens pecs, giving his son a wink and knowing nod before turning back to Mr. Jones. "Harry, you're over thinking this. The question is simple. Do you want to be big like me?" Lawrence said, bouncing his pecs in the smaller mans face. "Because if you do, you just have to drink this." Lawrence held up the half empty vial of green liquid, wrapping Mr. Jones' hand around it, helping him hold it steady. Darren watched Mr. Jones swallow and close his eyes, breathing deeply. Taking a deep breath of his own Darren realized how musky and warm the lab classroom had become, the scent of him and his father's huge bodies and throbbing erections permeating the space. He found it intoxicating and knew it must be having an even stronger effect on his chemistry professor. Mr. Jones seemed to come to a decision, opening his eyes and looking up at Lawrence's smiling face. He held the vial to his lips, hesitating. Darren's father reached out with one finger and gently tipped the glass vial up, green fluid flowing into Mr. Jones mouth. The smaller man drank the whole vial, not spilling a single drop. He then sat on the countertop, breathing deeply, and gave Lawrence a worried look. "What did I just- ungh." Mr. Jones bent forward, holding his stomach for a moment. He slowly straightened back up, a weak grin on his face. "Sorry about that, I almost believed you for a moment..." said Mr. Jones, trailing off as his eyes became unfocused. Darren moved up next to his father, eager to watch the growth process again. His father slung one heavy arm across Darren's broad shoulders, the other still supporting Mr. Jones. 'Harry' thought Darren. 'I think I'm going to have to get used to calling him Harry.' Harry meanwhile was beginning to sweat, eyes still unfocussed. He let out a low moan, leaning back against Lawrences supporting hand. Darren grinned eagerly as he watched the crotch of Harry's pants begin to swell and grow. The imprint of an impressive cock began to show through the fabric, two egg sized lumps developing below. Harry gave a sudden gasp, looking down in shock at his crotch, then back up at Darren's father. Lawrence smiled and gave Harry a nod, then gestured down at both his and Darrens own impossibly swollen junk. Darren just winked and reached out to pat Harry's shoulder in support, then reached down to pat the smaller mans rapidly swelling bulge. A soft groan emerged from Harry's lips, turning into a louder moan as the snake in his trousers extended down his pant leg, and the bulge of his testicles threatened the seams of his trousers. The swelling didn't stop, and soon a loud popping sound announced the surrender of Harry's zipper. Darren and his Dad both tensed in excitement as they watched two large nuts emerge from Harry's pants and roll onto the countertop. The rapidly swelling orbs grew from the size of oranges to grapefruits and beyond while the log in Harry's pants throbbed and flexed, swelling up thicker and harder. Finally the cock tore free of Harry's trousers and rose up to smack against the smaller mans chest. Harry's look of shock and excitement made Darren grin, and he looked to his father and grinned wider to see the hungry look on Lawrences face. Darren watched his father retrieve the blue vial from its pectoral prison. His father took another swig of the serum, then held the vial in front of of Harry's face. The smaller man eagerly tipped it back, nearly emptying the glass. He was prevented from doing so though when his own own throbbing erection knocked the vial from his hands. Darren caught the vial before it could be smashed, and gazed hungrily at his father and Harry. Lawrence had one huge hand at Harry's back to support him, while the other hand stroked the nearly four foot long erection the smaller man was sporting. Harry's cock had grown so hard it was in danger of hitting his face if Lawrence wasn't there to fend it off. Darren felt his own cock stretching out his sweatpants. The heat in the room grew more intense as all three men grew hard, breathed harder. Darrens father guided Harry's cock up and between his pecs, moaning with Harry as the massive log throbbed against Lawrences sensitive chest. Both men were beginning to stretch taller, and Darren enjoyed the contrast between his huge, hulking father, and the increasingly lanky limbs of Harry. Harry moaned and groaned as he fucked Lawrence's chest, and Lawrence let out a booming laugh as he hefted Harry's watermelon sized nuts with his larger and larger hands. Darren stepped back as his own cock tore free of his sweatpants, the fabric puddling around his ankles. He grabbed his cock as it throbbed against his chest, eyes glued to his father as the man grew past nine feet tall. Harry seated next to the counter couldn't be far behind. "Hey Dad, who do you think is taller?" "Fuck son, I don't know who's taller, but I know who's Bigger!" said Lawrence, rubbing Harry's throbbing cock. As if to prove the lie, Lawrence's basketball shorts chose that moment to tear around the swelling globes of Lawrences ass and the even larger melons of his nuts. His fathers gigantic cock swelled upward, rising in a graceful arc to thump against his chest next to Harry's. "Well I'm still bigger in most ways anyway. Maybe it's time to fix that," boomed Lawrence. Darren watched eagerly as his growing father pulled the increasingly small final vial from between his pecs. The big man fumbled with the stopper, fingers too big and clumsy to pull it free. Finally he used his teeth, swallowing a mouthful of pink liquid as he did so. Lawrence then pulled Harry to his feet. The two men were of equal height, but where Harry was slender Lawrence was built broader than a barn, and much more muscular. Darren watched his father pull Harry into a deep kiss, then pour the remainder of the pink solution down Harry's throat. As the two giants crested ten feet of height, Darren watched both their muscular bodies tremble and then FLEX. His fathers muscles swelled and bounced, fighting for space on his frame as the already prolific masses grew ever more impressive. Harry's muscles however Exploded onto his body. Huge heaving rolling masses of sinew and steely fibres rose up under his skin. The almost Fey skinniness vanished in moments as Harry morphed into a hulk to match Darrens father. Biceps grew from baseballs to bowling balls to basketballs into bloated beach balls of muscle. His triceps expanded on the back of his arm, rubbing against newly forming lats that forced his arms to higher and higher angles. Darren shifted position, the better to watch Harry's back expand into a broad "V" shaped taper. His narrow waist thickened, but the incredible growth of deltoids and traps more than compensated. Great rolling plains of muscle erupted from Harry's smooth back, the symmetrical foothills crisscrossed by great cables of sinew and thick pulsing veins delivering more power and more growth into the expanding hunk. Meanwhile Harry's ass rose up, becoming perky, then solid, then almost obscenely curved as the two globes bloated with lead heavy mass. Darren felt his cock throb and gush with cum as he watched Harry's ass expand, driven by need to press his own rod between those cheeks. He stepped up behind the giant man, wrapping arms around him, and pressed his own cock between those cheeks. His dick throbbed between his pecs, against Harry's back, and between Harry's huge ass cheeks. In response, Harry began to buck his own hips against Lawrence, his own moans growing deeper as he continued to grow broader. Darren felt the growing mans huge nuts swing between thickening thighs to slam back against his own orbs. Darren let out a wordless yell as his cock throbbed and shot load after load of sticky cum across Harry's growing back. His voice was joined by Harry's new deep voice, and the even DEEPER tones of Darren's Dad. Darren realized he had to look up to see the back of Harry's head now. The colossal muscles of his traps had swallowed his neck, expanding out towards impossibly broad shoulders. The muscle giant in front of of him was breathing extremely heavily. Darren looked up as a wet drop of something landed in his hair, then again onto his chest. The ceiling above the three men was coated in thick heavy cum. Darren also noticed the ceiling was much closer to Harry's head than his own. Staggering backward, Darren bumped the long counter with a crunching noise. He couldn't help laugh at how easily the stainless steel bent under his mass. The two looming studs in front of him turned at the sound, and Darren felt his jaw drop. Harry's back was broad and impossibly muscular and beautiful. The front of his torso however was a masterwork of bloated, powerful muscles, bouncing and throbbing as they fought each other for space. The thick veins pumping power across the masses of muscle were receding, settling down under the smooth skin. Harry's face had grown more rugged, his jawline even more pronounced, and his bald head gleamed under the bright lights, glistening with sweat that collected in his thick moustache and shimmered. Darren's Dad was a perfect contrast to the smooth hulk, a hirsute colossus of rippling perfection, thick beard and thick hair slicked with sweat and cum. The two men loomed over Darren, both of them ten feet tall, each one having to weight at least a ton. Darren felt his cock lurch to extreme hardness again, a response echoed in the other two studs as their cocks thumped against their powerful pecs, huge swollen testicles bouncing against their thighs. The two mature muscle giants grinned at each other and then down at Darren. "Hey son. What are you doing down there?" boomed Lawrence, voice even more resonant as it echoed from his chest. "Just admiring the view Dad. How's the new perspective?" "Pretty fucking great son." Lawrence lifted his arms up into the most enormous most muscular pose ever performed, huge chest forcing his arms apart as it swelled with mass. Next to him, Harry let out a shaky laugh, still learning how to move his thighs around each other, clearly still dizzy from his new libido. "Darren. Lawrence? Did that really happen? I have to be dreaming," spoke the newest member of their muscular family. "Not dreaming at all Harry," said Lawrence as he slung his arm across the new giants massive shoulders. "Could a dream do this?" he said, planting a kiss over Harry's lips while flexing both his massive biceps to either side of the giants head. Darren watched enviously as the two massive men embraced each other, grinding hips together, enormous muscles dancing, colossal balls swaying between their thighs. Darren bit his lip as his cock throbbed urgently again, wanting release as he beheld the monstrously muscled men before him. His hands flexed, and he became aware of a small glass vial still clutched in his palm. He held it up, realizing it still contained a single mouthful of blue liquid. Darren grinned. "Dad. Hey, Dad!" Unable to get the attention of the giants, Darren strode up to them, sliding his arms between their sticky torsos and with enormous effort prying the two horny muscle giants apart. Darren held up the glass vial to forestall their complaints, and Darren's Dad grinned down at him. "Ready to join your Old Man up here then short stud?" asked Lawrence. Darren smirked up at his dad, handing him the vial. "Nah Dad, I'm pretty happy with my new perspective. But I think yours could use a little more adjustment." Lawrence looked down, at a loss for words as Darren pressed the glass into his palm. Lawrence looked across at a beaming Harry, then down at his grinning son. "You sure boy? We don't know when we'll be able to make this stuff again, or even if. You sure you don't want to join us?" "Oh, I won't ever be leaving you Dad. But I'll be happier down here, and we both know you're going to be happier up there," said Darren, pointing at the ceiling a few scant inches above Lawrences head. "Well then, I won't ask again," smirked Lawrence. "Bottoms up!" The huge muscular man drained the last of the vial in a single swallow, tossing the glass aside with a small crash. He then reached out with two enormous arms, pulling Darren and Harry into a massive, crowded hug. All three men felt their cocks throb in anticipation, and they didn't have long to wait. Darren felt his Dad's bulk stretching upward again, enormous furry chest pressed against Darrens face. Harry's smooth bulk moved up behind him, giant cock and heavy balls rubbing against Darrens back and ass. Darren pressed his face against his fathers flexing pecs, feeling them stretch larger while he listened to his father moan and groan. A dull thump and the crack of ceiling tiles announced Lawrence rising to his new height of ten feet six inches. The giant muscle man bent his knees slightly, leaning forward, chest to chest with Darren to plant a long slow kiss on his son's lips. He then reached forward, pulling Harry's lips to his, crushing his son between titanic pecs, gargantuan cock throbbing against Darren's torso. Darren smiled and breathed deeply of his fathers musk, as his new muscular family closed around him. "I love you Dad." "And we love you" rumbled two deep voices.

This is a prequel to the Brent series. All characters are of legal age. Previous parts: - Brent visits a new gym: https://musclegrowth.net/topic/26631-brent-visits-a-new-gym-formerly-the-newcomer-at-the-gym/ - Brent hits the showers: https://musclegrowth.net/topic/26951-brent-hits-the-showers/ - Brent the god: https://musclegrowth.net/topic/27165-brent-the-god/ The music was loud enough to make the walls vibrate, and conversation had to be shouted even if you were standing next to someone. Brent was very unsure as to why he was even here. And worst of all, his friends had never showed up, leaving him alone in a sea of random people. The lean high school senior made his way through the throng of people loitering in the doorway into the kitchen, where the sound of the thumping bass was dulled enough he could hear himself think. His 5' 6" frame barely got a second look from the group of jocks nearby, who were busy chatting it up with a gaggle of girls as he moved past them towards the counter that had been turned into a makeshift bar. Despite being an all-senior party, this was most certainly not his scene, he grumbled to himself as he perused the various bottles and decanters left out haphazardly. Brent wasn't much of a drinker, but maybe the alcohol would help loosen him up enough to try talking to someone. His gaze flitted over each bottle, some brands he recognized, others he didn't. There was one smaller little bottle way at the back that he picked up that was still sealed, but the label had been scratched or ripped off, leaving barely anything to describe what was in it. Brent could just make out the remnants of a -U on the label, and shrugged to himself, rooting around for a plastic cup. He had just finished opening the little mini bottle and pouring it into the cup, when a pair of giggling voices startled him, causing him to fumble and empty the whole little bottle into his cup. Straightening, he looked up to see a pair of guys coming into the kitchen. Both were taller than Brent, and probably a year or two older. The first guy looked latino, with an easy smile. He wore a ripped t-shirt and jeans, both tight enough to show off his toned physique. His partner was unmistakably Irish, with red hair and freckles. He wore a tank top and had a plaid shirt tied around his waist. His face was red, as if he had been recently crying. The pair had a slight stagger to their step, indicating this was probably not their first visit to the liquor spot. "I'm telling you, hun, Robbie doesn't know what he's missing," the first guy said, waving his hand dismissively as he poured a drink with the other. "Maybe," the other sighed, pouring one for himself. "Still irks me that he just falls into Kevin's trap like that, even though I've been putting the moves on him for weeks." The first guy snorted, tossing back half the drink he had poured. "Please....that slut's been with half the football team, and the soccer team already. If he has any interest at all, he'll see you're the better choice." "And if he doesn't?" "Then do what he's doing! Find some random guy here, take him upstairs, and make him jealous," the first guy slurred and giggled. His eyes looked around the pretty much empty kitchen, before landing on Brent, who was busying himself with examining the sink and counter-tops, trying not to look out of place. "There! How about him? He's cute and looks like he needs to get laid!" "Dude!" the second guy turned beet red as he chugged his drink. "Hey buddy!" the guy called over, taking a step towards Brent. "You from Westridge too?" "Umm...n-no," Brent said, gripping his plastic cup tight. "I'm from across town. I...ah...came with some frien-" "Yeah, cool," the slightly taller guy waved him off, speaking over his stutter. "You wanna get lucky tonight?" he asked bluntly, jabbing a thumb over his shoulder at his friend, who was now shrinking away. "My buddt here could use a hand to woo this guy...y'know what, never mind. Point is, he need a fling, and you could probably use a little action to, amirite?" "Wha...ah? Um," Brent stammered, as he looked over the two guys. This was a prank, right? "I...I don't, uh...." "You're an ass, Jose!" the second guy admonished, smacking his friend in the shoulder. "I'm not just gonna do some random guy to get his attention!" With that, he stalked off out of the kitchen, leaving the senior and the first guy alone. "Ahhh, well fuck it," Jose grumbled, tossing back his drink. He watched his friend go, then looked back at the thin teen still blushing intensely as he nursed his drink. "Sorry, I guess," he shrugged. Brent shook his head, cheeks burning. "I-its fine," he whispered. He shuffled on his feet and looked at the floor for a bit, before raising his gaze and realizing he was still checking him out. "Uh..." "You are kinda cute," the inebriated guy said with a dopey smile. He reached over and rubbed his arm, picking at the shirt that hugged his lean frame. "Thanks?" "Sorry for getting your hopes up," the man said, still petting his chest. Brent wondered if he could feel his heart racing under his sternum. "Looks like you could probably use the fun as much as my friend could," he chuckled. He traced Brent's shoulder a bit, his eyes dipping down across his lower body, making Brent shuffle a bit in embarrassment. "So....you wanna go upstairs?" "Huh?" Brent blinked, looking back at him in confusion. Jose shrugged, grinning in his drunken state and chuckled softly. "I mean...kinda threw it out there, then took it back, eh? Not cool, really." He stifled another laugh, his eyes dripping down over Brent once more. "Unlike Mister Hopeless over there, I'm not against having a little fun with a cute guy tonight. Honestly, this party kinda blows and I could use the excitement." Brent blinked again, his eyes slowly widening. "W-wait...so you seriously want to....uh?" "Yeah, come on dude," he said, tugging on his arm. "Its no biggie, and plus we'll both probably enjoy it," he shrugged casually. "Finish your drink and let's go, cutie." Brent's mind ran in about five different directions. Was this hot guy seriously offering him to get laid, just like that? He'd heard some parties like this people ran loose and easy, but he never thought he would get a score like this, especially since he was a virgin! Brent wrestled with himself; part of him not wanting to just bed some random guy from across town, made him feel cheap. On the other hand, there was no way Jose would have ever paid him a second glance if he were sober. Finally deciding, he tossed his cup back and downed the liquor in one go, the burn on his throat nearly making him choke and gasp. A wave of warmth ran down his gullet and pooled in his belly, infusing him with some liquid courage as he allowed Jose to pull him out the back of the kitchen and upstairs. Jose picked out the first available bedroom, leading him inside and locking he door. His hands were on Brent's crotch a moment later, and Brent bit back his urge to squeal in surprise. "Mmff...now, lets see what we're working with," he said, wasting no time in undoing his pants and tugging them down. Brent felt his face heat up as he knelt down, coming face to face with the growing tent in his boxers. Clearly he was more drunk than he thought, or really just had no inhibitions, as he leaned in and rubbed his face against his erection. "A-aah...." Brent stammered, his legs wobbling at the friction. Jose was full on nuzzling his groin as his wandering hands groped his tight backside. "Oh....wow..." "Hehe, you like that," he slurred, looking up at the thin guy with a dopey grin and half lidded eyes. "Let's see what you're packing..." he tugged Brent's boxers down, letting his cock to spring up at hit him in the nose. "Holy Shit! Is this 8 inches?" Jose said with a laugh, wrapping his hand around the base of Brent's cock. Brent nodded, turning red. He knew he was bigger than average based on what he saw in the showers after gym class, but he'd never let anyone see. Framed by his lean body, his dick looked even larger, out of proportion to the rest of him. "Nice dude! Mmmm I'm gonna enjoy this..." Jose murmured as he slurped over it and swallowed down his shaft, making the teen blush and gasp, his hands holding Jose's head as he swallowed. "Ffffuck...." he groaned, feeling his tongue wrapping around the base as he bobbed on him without hesitation. Jose sucked around his pulsing dick, swallowing him down to the base as he let Brent hold his head, getting him good and ready. With his free hand between his own legs, he unfastened his pants and shimmied them off, freeing his own 7-inch cock to play with. Taking Brent's base in a hand he pulled back, stroking him slow and firm as he pulsed in his hand, looking up at him. "Doing okay, cute stuff?" "Y-yeah....damn..." Brent panted, his legs wobbling a bit as he braced himself on Jose's broad shoulders. "Tsk...awww, first blowjob?" he teased lightly, working his hand up and down his big cock. He nodded, blushing, and he chuckled more. "Well, I want to get something out of this before you pop, so why don't you sit back on the bed?" Brent nodded again, moving back to the bed against the wall and flopping backwards on it, his chest still heaving with excitement. The liquid courage still blossomed in his gut, the warmth surging through him, but pooling particularly in his loins, a thin bead of precum dripping from his shaft. He watched Jose kick off his jeans and boxer briefs, climbing up over him and straddling his waist, lining up his ass to rub against Brent's throbbing pole. "Mmm...then lets forget the foreplay, and just get to the fun, huh?" he said, grinding against his shaft as he shuffled Brent into position. Brent opened his mouth to say something, but it turned into a gasp as Jose pushed down, slipping Brent inside his asshole with surprisingly little resistance. The heat building in his loins flared out and he felt his balls tense, pumping a thick wad of precum up into Jose as he wriggled down the first few inches. "O-oohh fuck!" he moaned, bucking up against Jose instinctively. "Mmff...oh yes," Jose grunted, biting his lip as Brent pushed inside, spreading him open around his surprisingly thick shaft. He could feel the gush of precum up into him, and he chuckled, impressed by the quantity. "Oooh...those balls are productive!" "Hhngh..." was all Brent could reply, bucking up into him again as he rolled his hips, the hazy lust of his first time getting laid fogging his mind. He was dimly aware of how warm he felt, his lower body almost tingling like pins and needles, but it was drowned out by the feel of Jose's tight ass wrapping around his cock. He bucked up again, sinking himself to the hilt inside, and making him moan as he arched his back. "H-aaah! Eager are we?" Jose grunted, pushing back down against him as they managed to drive Brent inside up to his base, the more muscular man squirming a bit at the feel of the throbbing cock spreading his insides. "Oooff....you're big, cutie," he panted, rocking atop Brent. "Perfect for an ass like mine...." Brent bit his lip and grunted, pushing up into him steadily as his lust drove him on, his hips on autopilot. "F-fuuck...so warm," he panted, bucking against Jose and feeling his full balls slap against his backside, his cock throbbing hard and pumping another good spurt of precum. Jose arched his back, wiggling down on him as he felt his hole dripping already from him. "Sh-shit you pre a lot," he grunted, working back and forth atop him as the lean guy pushed up against him. His tunnel tightened down around Brent's dick, making him feel the throbbing cock more firmly, and he spasmed as it flexed inside him. "Ohh! Nngh...y-you sure you're a virgin?" "Y-yeah!" Brent grunted, laying his head back and holding Jose's tanned thighs as he rode him. His mind was imploding with pleasure from how warm and tight Jose felt, his heart pounding in his chest as he got lucky for the first time so casually. Forget his friends, this was starting to rule! "Y-you're really tight!" He shook his head as he squirmed a bit, feeling a little odd as he rode him. Jose never felt a stretch like this, and it was driving him crazy, almost like the little man had grown inside him. "N-no...mff...i-it feels like...aah...you're getting bigger!" The mismatched pair groaned as Jose began to ride him harder, the bed creaking softly, but not enough to be heard over the music from downstairs. "Nnngh...r-really good...for a virgin...." he panted, bouncing on Brent as his cock jabbed at his insides. They moved together for a time, grunting and panting as Brent's cock slid in and out of him, biting his lip. After a few more moments though, he felt Jose clamp down around him again tightly. "Mmff...ahh..fuck...!" he cried out, hips shoving upwards a little harder than intended. Jose arched his back and squirmed, as it felt so odd to feel this good with someone so inexperienced, but it was drowned out by the intense pleasure of having Brent's thick 8-inches rubbing against his insides, making sparks explode in his mind. "Nnaah....keep going,"he grunted, pushing back against his hips as he thrust up, determined to keep feeling this sensation, even as it felt harder and harder to pull up off of him. The warmth that had been pooling and building in his gut and loins stared to grow and flare, making Brent moan again as pleasure washed over him. He panted and slowed his pace of thrusting up into Jose, getting close. "Mmff...th-think I'm gonna cum..." he grunted, trying to pull back. Shaking his head, the horny hunk pushed down harder, forcing Brent deeper as he moaned. "Not yet!," he growled, riding him harder as his whole body flexed. He didn't know who this guy was, but his dick felt like magic! "Soooo good...come on!" His legs wrapped tighter around Brent's as he felt his balls brushing against his taint. Brent grunted instinctively as his cock began to swell. He had never felt so full down below before, building up to what he knew would be the greatest orgasm he had ever had. He gripped Jose's hips tightly, mashing their groins together as he bucked into the larger man. Brent ground himself inside Jose again and again as he clenched around his dick. It was like the more he pulled his partner down onto him, the tighter he gripped his cock. As Jose's body tightened, his muscles rippled. Suddenly he jerked and a big glob of cum burst out from his cock, spraying ropes of white onto Brent's face and chest. "Shit!" Jose called out with each burst. His pole lobbed long ropy globs of cum into the air. "Shit! Shit! Shit!" The hunk shook his head from side to side, unable to control himself. "Oh FUCK!" he moaned. His muscular physique tightened. He swore he saw spots in his vision as a wave of pleasure washed over him. "Nngh! Ahh! Ahh yes!" he groaned, his body jerking as it rode out the orgasm. Brent's vision swam, trying to make out the hot guy squirming on his dick as Jose's asshole clenched his cock like a vice. "Nnngh...shit! Ahh...fuck...fuuuuck!" Brent moaned as he finally climaxed, spraying thick wads of cum deep into Jose. His hips bucked as he came and came, harder than he ever had before. The two enjoyed simultaneous orgasms. Jose's cock squirted all over Brent and the bed, and Brent's cock filled the stud's ass with his load. The two exchanged moans and expletives as they simultaneously released the pressure of their sexual dams. "Unnf! Nnngh! Aw yeah on baby....cummm!" Jose could feel Brent's balls pulse as they emptied. He couldn't believe how good a fuck this guy was! He had a bit of a reputation of hooking up with multiple guys at the club each night, and yet here he was, what was supposed to be a quickie was leaving him winded. The cutie under him jerked and spasmed as they rode out the last of their orgasms. Jose felt so heavy stop him, like a wave of fatigue from their sex washed over him, but still the two bucked together. When they were done, Jose collapsed on top of Brent. The two kissed and gazed into each other's eyes, basking in the afterglow. After a moment, Jose's eyes closed and his body went slack, passing out. Brent felt Jose's full weight shift on top of him, pinning him down like a weighted blanket. Though he gasped to catch his breath, he didn't have the strength to push the larger guy off of him. His eyes closed as he gave into his exhaustion, not noticing the unnatural glow eminating from between them. Brent's eyes opened with a start. His heart was racing, he was covered in sweat. His eyes darted around the room, his mind trying to discern his current location. How long had he been out? Jose was nowhere to be found. Laying there panting, he tried to sit up, still trying to figure out what just happened...and if he wasn't just having some crazy dream. Suddenly, his body clenched violently, making him curl in himself. He fought the urge to cry out, lest he draw any attention to him. It felt like liquid heat rushed to every part of his body, all the way from his fingers to his toes. He watched as his leg muscles tensed and thickened, growing more toned. "Nngh...fuck...augh!" he grunted through his teeth. He could feel his chest tighten and expand as his arms curled, the muscles once barely existent now plumped up with more mass. Brent panted and jerked atop the cum splattered bed as his body grew. Finally, the growth stopped. A cool sensation of relief washed over him and he struggled to sit up. His cock was easily several inches bigger and thicker than before, already hard and pointing straight up in front of him. He shuffled over to the nightstand, throwing on the light. Staring back at him from the floor-length mirror at the foot of the bed was himself....but more. "What the hell?" He stared at his reflection for a good five minutes, eyes wondering all over his body. The teen was now a good four inches taller than he had been. Whereas before he was thin, almost lanky, now he had a swimmer's frame. His pectorals were firm and pronounced, showing off a chest he never had before. His abdomen was firm, but toned, the muscles there just starting to show. Even his arms and legs were larger than before, yet still lean. He couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement as he looked at his new self, grinning hugely. He extended and arm and looked it up and down, running his other hand over it, squeezing his bicep as he flexed it, amazing at how far up the muscle traveled.He had sometimes dreamed of something like this happening, but now it was real! He couldn't believe it. His newly enlarged 10-inch long cock throbbed as he explored his body. Brent wrapped both hands around his huge shaft and pumped it slowly, throwing his head back and groaning in pleasure. A small wad of precum dribbled out and slid down his shaft, running over his fingers. He made a circle with both hands, interlocking his fingers, and placed it at the top of his cock, then pushed it down his shaft, squeezing tightly. His cock throbbed in response, seemingly growing even harder as a huge, thick vein bulged out, traveling the length of his cock. He moaned loudly when he felt it pulsating against his palm, his hands still traveling down his length until finally ending at the base. His whole cock quivered and throbbed as though ready to burst. It only took two strokes to send him over the edge. "Ohh YEAH!" he roared, thrust his hips upward, fucking his hands, cum shooting out in massive, long, thick ropes, splattering against the ceiling and falling back onto him. Warm splatters decorated his body, and soon began to soak into the bed. The pleasure was too great. Brent lost control of his body, his arms falling to the side and spasming as he writhed, howling in pleasure, his cock thumping against his chest and spurting a long rope of cum onto his face and the wall behind him. After a minute of mind numbing pleasure, Brent felt his body unclench and relax. He wiped the cum from his face and gasped for air. He breathed deeply, watching his pecs rise and fall as he caught his breath. Brent's thoughts raced as he remembered feeling Jose's weight sink into him right before he lost consciousness. How he felt heat envelope the two of them as his eyes closed. Had he literally absorbed him? How was that possible? This post-orgasm realization sent a rush of terror through him. He leapt off the bed, looking at the mess of cum he had splattered all over. Panicking, he quickly began to pull on his clothes, a distant part of him noting how much he filled out the front of his jeans now. He clicked off the lights and snuck downstairs, making a beeline for the door and heading out into the cool night air as his mind raced with the fact that he just had sex....and absorbed his partner. "Wh-what was in that drink?"

Like Father, Like Son Part Two "So, you ready to grow up like your old man?" Darren blinked, once, twice, three times. His fathers grinning face, surmounting two enormous hairy pecs, swam in his vision. Lawrence picked up one glass container between two fingers and wiggled it in front of Darren. "Hey Darren. Earth to Darren here. You want to keep your old man waiting? I'm not getting any younger, but if you don't say something soon, I am going to start getting Bigger!" Lawrence laughed as Darren snapped out of his fugue. "Fuck yeah Dad! I want to be just like you, if not even bigger!" said Darren in an excited rush. He reached out again to grope his father's chest, his hand looking small on the thick muscular pec. "That's right you do," said Lawrence, bouncing his chest. "But I don't think you're going to getting bigger than your old man. But let's see how you do!" Lawrence winked down at Darren and then gently tipped the glass, carefully pouring the solution into the second container. The pink and blue liquids merged into a light purple concoction. They both watched to make sure not a drop was spilled, and Darren picked up the now full container. "Bottoms up!" said Lawrence, pulling from behind his back the third and final glass, containing a pale green liquid. He clinked beakers with his son and tossed his head back, draining half the glass before wiping his satisfied smirk. Darren stared at his father for just a moment longer, before tipping back his own glass and chugging the combined formulas. He set down the glass and looked at his father expectantly. Darren wasn't sure what sensation he anticipated, but when it came he couldn't help but moan. Darren first felt a light heat radiating from his stomach, suffusing his body with a pleasant tingling. His brain felt dizzy, almost as though he were pleasantly buzzed. Then the tingling sensation in his neck and shoulder began to grow more insistent, becoming an itch. Then becoming a throbbing almost-pain. The pressure on his neck and shoulder built, making Darren gasp, and he tried to stretch and strain his neck, twisting to look at his shoulder. As he watched, the feeling intensified and suddenly his neck throbbed and BULGED as the trap muscle on that size inflated. The feeling was near indescribable as his skin stretched, feeling like a water balloon full of lead was growing on his neck. His shoulder followed, swelling up into a striated ball before the growth spread lower. Darren's upper arm tingled, then filled with a fire like liquid steel as his muscles and tendons tensed and swelled. He felt themthrobbing, and growing against his bones. Bones that were lengthening, growing denser, stretching to accommodate new size and mass. Darren looked up at his father, panting, sweat running down his face. His father was watching Darrens arm intensely, grinning lustily, and Darren felt an answering grin appear on his own face. The bloating sensation traveled down from his bicep into his forearm, and he lifted his hand, watching his limb stretch and swell to double it's former length. It seemed almost twig-like, until snaking cords of muscle began to rise up, wrapping and folding over themselves as they grew thicker and more powerful, enlarging his forearm until it was bigger than his thighs. Darren felt himself leaning to one side, the new weight of his arm pulling his whole body to the left. He tried to sit up straight, but didn't have the strength to support his own muscles. The thought was so incongruous Darren began laughing helplessly, in between gasping for breath, trying to draw air into a chest that was becoming too heavy for him to lift. Suddenly Darrens right foot cramped and twisted. He yelped as the feeling turned into an icy burn, numbing the pain, but he could still feel the bones of his foot shifting, broadening, growing longer. He looked down and watched his right foot inflate, becoming wider and blockier, fully twice the size of his left foot. He briefly wondered what shoe size it might be, before the icy coolness flowed up his shin. The chilling effect transformed into burning heat as his calf began to balloon, and again he felt as though his skin was stretching over hot lead. Huge veins and muscular cords stood out as his calf bulged larger than his head, the pulsing snakes of blood and cords of sinew rising up, over and around his kneecap, stabilizing it as his thigh began to swell as well. Darren felt himself lifting, rising up on his seat as muscles throbbed and bulged in his thigh, causing him to list even farther to the left. Tipping further and further, until the chair he was sitting on slid out from beneath him. Falling to the floor, Darren felt large hands grip him beneath the arms and lift him into a sitting position on. His father was moaning up above him, and for a moment Darren thought his Dad might be hurt, or think that HE was hurt. Then, Lawrence's hands shifted, one hand staying on Darren's monstrous and powerful shoulder, the other reaching to grope Lawrence's underwear. Darren was temporarily distracted from the feeling of his other foot starting to go numb and swell by the swelling in his Dad's underwear. Seated on the floor, between his fathers own redwood thighs, Darren was at the perfect level to witness his fathers nuts bounce and churn, beginning to inflate inside his underwear. The two orbs were already larger than the average mans but now they were swelling up to the size of oranges. Then grapefruits. One large nut escaped the leg hole of Lawrence's underwear, and Darren gasped lustily as he watched that orb stretch and pull on his fathers sack. Darren braced his massive left hand on the ground, using his right hand to grip his father's thigh and pull himself closer. Darren shoved his face against his fathers huge nuts, feeling the silky hot skin against his cheek, heady musk wafting into his nose. Above him his father groaned, Lawrence shifting and bucking his hips in the chair, grinding his swelling underwear against his son's face. "Oh fuck. Oh fuck yes Darren, that's it, worship your old mans nuts. Fuck they feel so big. I'm so big! How big is your fucking Daddy, son?" his deep voice boomed from above. As he spoke, Lawrence lifted his hands behind his head, and slouched in his chair, leaving his lap exposed to Darrens worship. "He's so, BIG," moaned Darren, licking his fathers nut as it throbbed larger against his face. "Your the biggest man and best Dad in the whole world..." Darren trailed off as he gasped, the fiery feeling in his thighs driving all though from his brain. Thick, powerful muscles filled his legs now, and his ass was beginning to inflate inside his own underwear. The sensation was unimaginable and forced Darren to lean against his Dad's thighs for support while his whole body trembled. Darren's ass filled with iron hard muscle, lifting his seat even higher, thick cords of muscle spreading up his back. He felt his core begin to tighten, and reached down with his right hand to rub his emerging six pack, each ab lightly dusted with hair, the grooves between the muscles growing deeper with every flex. Suddenly Darren felt his back explode outward, both shoulders broadening, one slender, one freakishly muscled. Darren was aware of them forcing his fathers knees apart only vaguely, as the spreading of Lawrence's legs wider pressed his cock and balls harder against Darrens face. Darren laughed, feeling power flow up his back. Huge, HEAVY slabs of muscle erupted across his shoulders, neck buried in engorged traps. His strong abs and powerful core supported the new wingspan, and he felt his arms lifted up and out into new amazing angles by the spreading of his lats. But his focus now was on the rising cannon about to burst out of his fathers underwear. Cantaloupe sized nuts pushing firmly against his chest, Darren leaned forward, placing his right hand on his fathers growing tool. The black cotton of Lawrence's underwear finally tore away, waistband snapping off as his Dad's nine inch cock began to bloat and thicken, catching up with the amazing testicles below it. Darren watched as both his hand and his fathers cock swelled up bigger, huge veins bulging out of both. He squeezed his fathers dick, feeling his grip strength increase as his forearm thickened. Above him he heard his Dad's moans and grunts get louder. As his right arm bulked up into a powerful series of bulging muscles, Darren could resist no longer, and guided his fathers growing cock into his mouth. The taste of his fathers cock was heavenly, sweaty, salty and musky. Darren groaned lustily around the shaft of his fathers expanding cock. He realized that his Dad wasn't hard yet, that some part of the growth process was holding the old man back. All the swelling in Darrens mouth was entirely due to the increasing heft and scale of that tool. A fierce new flaming and throbbing sensation began in Darrens stomach, and he tightened his abs up in excitement. The burning bloomed upward, moving as a wave of heat into Darrens still flat chest. He leaned even harder against his father, pressing his chest into those massive testicles as he felt his chest begin to pump. Throb. Flex, and grow. Darren moaned around the rapidly inflating cock as pecs, two enormous and heavy masses of muscle erupted from his torso. The weight was incredible, the strength to carry the mass even more so. He flexed and bounced his chest as the muscles swelled and stretched without end, grinding them against his father's nuts. At the same time he felt his fathers cock begin to stiffen, growing harder in his mouth. Darren's head was forced backward, only the insane growth of his chest keeping him in contact with his fathers cantaloupe sized balls. He lifted both hands to that rod, each finding space on his fathers increasing length while Darren continued to lick and suck on the tip within his mouth. He felt his jaws forced wider and wider, until with some panic he finally had to pull his fathers cock head out of mouth. He was just in time as the enormous muscular length thickened until Darren new that even a giant like himself couldn't hope to fit that flared head in his mouth. 'A giant like himself.' The though stopped Darren for a moment, and he realized it was true. His huge hands pressed against his fathers thighs were attached to forearms bigger than the bole of a tree. Soccer ball sized biceps pressed against a chest that contained more muscle than his entire body had that morning. Boulder shoulders stretched away from his face as he stretched his thick neck left to right. Cobbled abs led down to skintight underwear that seemed laughably small to him, like he'd shrunk them in the wash. His massive thighs rubbed against each other pleasantly, and he could feel his huge calves flexing and grinding against his even more massive ass as he sat on his knees. An insistent throbbing and a flood of musky pre splashing across his broad hairy chest brought Darrens attention back to his fathers mammoth cock. Two heavy hands thumped onto Darrens shoulders, and he felt his fathers powerful grip rubbing and probing the muscles, while pulling Darrens face insistently against his Dad's cock. Darren was happy to oblige, stroking his fathers enormous length with one hand while the other squeezed and kneaded Lawrence's heavy balls. HIs tongue bathed the head of his Dad's mighty cock, and he slurped up the gushing torrent of cum as he felt his fathers body seizing and spasming above him, growing closer and closer to release. Suddenly, a rugged hand was gripping his chin, forcing Darren to tip his head back. Those fingers prized his mouth open, while a second hand brought a glass container to his lips. Understanding dawned in Darren, and he brusquely seized the glass from his father, pouring the liquid down his throat before throwing the vessel away with a shattering crash. He turned his attention back to his father and shoved his face between Lawrence's two heavy musky orbs. He licked and worshiped those hairy nuts with his tongue, feeling his fathers hand on the back of his head tangled in his wavy hair. The burning heat in Darrens stomach, nearly receded, crested suddenly to a new intensity, and he felt burning tendrils of magma pumping their way down his abdomen and deep into his scrotum. He gasped and moaned, body tensing and flexing uncontrollably as liquid lead poured into his balls. He felt the skin of his sack stretch to bursting, and then continuing to grow tighter, more taught against the swelling mass of his testicles. The cool floor made him sigh when his nuts touched ground, filling the space between his thighs, making him shift his legs further apart to make room. The desire to cum, to climax, to relieve the pressure was intense, but the pressure only continued to build. He felt his own average cock began to snake outward from his abdomen. The weight of it was surreal, the sensation of his cock growing longer, thicker, and plumper without ever getting hard was impossible to describe. Above him he could feel his fathers cock jerking and spasming, a rain of burning droplets across his broad back telling him his father was cumming. The desire to join his Dad forced his cock even larger, and fhe finally felt the intensely sensitive skin of his dick stretching and firming up, his shaft rising higher and higher. His cock thumped against each set of his abs, and somewhere in his mind, a part of his brain that was free of the haze of hormones and pheromones wondered just how BIG he was going to get. Darren got his answer when he felt the tip of his cock tickling the underside of his enormous pecs. The sensation made Darren cry out in his much deeper voice, and he grabbed his cock with one hand, eyes going wide as he felt it continue to swell, fighting his grip. Unable to control himself any longer, Darren rose up unsteadily to his feet. Standing took much longer than he though it should and his new vantage point was dizzying, but Darren focused his horny thoughts on his father below him. His old man seated on a chair, head leaned back, hands rubbing his cock and abs as Lawrences own massive cannon relaxed to half mast. Darren grabbed his father by the shoulders and thrust, driving his cock up between the mounds of his Dad's chest. The tight canyon felt impossibly good around Darrens cock, and he began to buck his hips, feeling his nuts sway wildly and collide with his Dad's own cock. The chest muscles around his dick began to flex and bounce, driving Darren wild as the nerves in his cock sent signals of impossible pleasure to his brain. Darren couldn't take anymore, and he felt his body tense and his enormous nuts draw up, before his cock burst. A geyser of thick cum erupted from the tip, splashing against the ceiling and raining down on the two of them. Darren bucked and thrust, grunting and moaning as he climaxed, powerful energy suffusing his entire body with a feeling of bliss. The kitchen chair beneath his father gave way and collapsed, and the two giants tumbled to the floor. Grinding their massive chests together, still feeling his cock trapped between his fathers pecs, Darren leaned down and planted his lips against his father's. The bristles of his fathers beard scratched against his own pronounced stubble as he made out with his father, hands roaming and exploring that impossible body as his fathers hands squeezed and groped his own muscular back. Both their cocks rose up again, and the two of them felt their nuts contract simultaneously, and they blew thick sticky loads of cum between their hard muscled bodies. After what felt like hours, the two of them lay gasping on the kitchen floor. With a groan Darren rolled himself off his father. Their bodies made a sticky rasping sound as they pulled apart, and Darren felt his back land on the blessed coolness of the kitchen linoleum. He lay there, panting, staring at the mess on the ceiling, watching his pecs rise and fall out of his vision with every shuddering breath. Deep breathing from the radiant heat source beside him confirmed his father was also in need of a rest. Darren wasn't sure how long he lay there before he felt his fathers hand grasp and squeeze his own, the pressure immense but pleasurable to his newly strengthened body. "Darren?" "Yes Dad?" "I love you son." "I fucking love you too Dad." Darren began to chuckle, enjoying the bassy sound of his new voice. His father began to laugh too, and the two of them laid in the hot kitchen catching their breath after the growth they had just experienced. Darren heard and felt his father sit up next to him, and rolled onto his side, propping his head up on one massive hand. Darren admired his fathers heavy silhouette, and he reached out to rub his hand over Lawrence's bulging tricep. His Dad looked back down and grinned at him. "I think we made a bit of a mess son." He gestured at his cum soaked torso, then waved to include the ropes of sticky seed covering the rest of the kitchen. "Looks like that last drink did more than just grow our dicks. I've never felt myself cum so much. Or felt so Virile!" His dad lifted an arm to flex his bicep, then lifted it even higher, taking a whiff of his own arm pit. He made a gross face, but then grinned and leaned in to take a second deeper breath before letting his arm drop. Lawrence scratched his chest, making the muscles of his arm dance. "I don't think anybody has ever felt like us Dad," spoke Darren. "Let alone smelled quite as musky as we do." Darren groaned and sat up, a look of surprise crossing his face as he felt how strong and supple his core was. It was pleasantly easy to lift all the mass of his torso. He watched his father stand up and stretch our a hand to help Darren up. Darren enjoyed the view of his father enormous bare backside, then let out a gasp as his father turned. "Jesus Christ Dad. I knew you grew big, but I didn't realize just how much!" Lawrence looked puzzle, hand still outstretched. When he looked down at his cock swaying by his knees, he let out a deep chuckle and winked down at Darren. "I'd say watch your language son, but I think we can make exceptions for a couple of muscle gods like ourselves. Besides, I'm not the only one packing more tool than he needs." Darren reached up and accepted his Dad's hand, letting Lawrence pull him up. As he stood he brushed aside the kitchen's hanging light. His father wrapped his arms around him and pulled him into a tight bearhug. Darren returned it with conviction. He loved the way their muscles bulged and pulsed against each other, and the incredible pressure of his Dad's hug. He could also feel his own cock pressed against his Dad's giant tool, and felt himself throb. Trying to distract himself, Darren experimented with flexing and bouncing his mighty chest. It took him a few attempts before he could reliable flex the muscles one at a time, but his father didn't seem to mind. In fact his Dad flexed right back, his hairier chest grinding against Darrens with enormous strength. Eventually his Dad let him go and they stepped apart. Their bodies made another sticky rasping noise, and they both broke into low pitched laughter. "Dad, I think we might need to have a shower. We're still a little sticky." "Just one shower? Son, we're gonna need to do this separately, there's no way we can both fit into the bathroom together, let alone the shower. Not that I don't want to try," his Dad said, leaning in for another kiss. "You've got a point," said Darren, breaking the kiss. "Why don't you go try first. I've already showered once today, it seems only fair. I'll try to do something about the mess in the kitchen. " "You sure you don't want to go hose each other off in the backyard?" joked his Dad, grabbing his own cock suggestively before laughing. "I think the neighbours might object Dad. Let's save that as a last resort. Or at least until after dark." "Oh, after dark. I like the way my son thinks!" Lawrence smirked. "It won't be too long before then anyway. But fine. I'll go try." Darren stood looking at his Dad, neither of them moving, both entranced with the others giant bodies. Finally his Dad shifted, strutting past Darren. Or trying too, as their shoulders collided and they both had to laugh again. "It might take your old man a bit of time to adjust to how BIG he is now son." Lawrence chuckled as he forced his way past Darren, reaching back to cup Darren's ass as he did so. Darren stuck his head through to the living room, grinning as he watched his Dad climb up the groaning stairs, huge ass bouncing with every stride. Turning back to the kitchen, Darren brought his own arms up into a flex, looking at both of them, making the muscles dance. He grinned, then sighed as he looked at the ropes of cum splashed across the kitchen. He also chuckled at the layer of dust on the fridge, now visible from his new height. By his guess both he and his Dad were equally eight feet tall now. The countertops looked so far away, and the cupboard door handles were tiny in his massive hands. He kept misjudging distances, banging doors with his knuckles, bumping walls and furniture with his shoulders. The biggest excitement was when he tried to stand at the sink and had to back up to make room for his junk. He looked down proudly at a cock nearly as big as his meaty forearm, and shifted his hips, feeling how his balls swayed. Darren became so involved with exploring his newfound size that he nearly jumped when he heard his fathers deep voice from the living room entry. "I thought you were going to start trying to clean up in here," came a stern mocking tone. "Why does it seem like things have only gotten more messy! Darren turned to see his dad gesturing at a broken vase, knocked over chairs, and a cupboard door wrenched from the wall and placed neatly on the kitchen table. "Well pardon me Dad, some of us have been adjusting to the new size that You got us into!" Darren grinned. "I wasn't the one that decided to drink unknown liquids!" His father walked into the kitchen, heavy thighs sliding around each other, hairy body glistening fresh from the shower. His dad hadn't even bothered to look for clothes, and stood there drying his hair with a small towel, muscles dancing with the movements. Darren couldn't help but lick his lips. "Well I wasn't the one that brought home unknown experimental liquids either. But I'm so glad you did," said Lawrence, stepping up to Darren and planting a kiss on him again. His dads hands exploring his torso made Darren gasp, and he tried to pull his dad in closer. "Ah ah son, none of that now. I just scrubbed up and you're still covered in my load!" His Dad's eyes sparkled. "Get upstairs and clean up. That's an order. I'll try to do something about the mess down here." Darrens Dad snapped his ass with a towel as Darren lumbered by. Rubbing his ass in mock pain, and then with fingers curious about all that new muscle, Darren made his way upstairs. He grinned as the stairs creaked and complained under him. He smirked as his shoulders brushed the walls of the hallway. He laughed as he saw telltale gouges in the bathroom doorframe where his father has clearly hit his head and shoulders. Everything felt new and amazing to Darren as he looked down at the smaller world from his new height. The bathroom felt almost claustrophobic to a man of his size. The shower barely hit his chest, and he cracked several more tiles in the shower trying to twist his body to rinse off. More tiles in addition to the several broken tiles he noticed his father had left. Eventually giving up and pronouncing himself clean, Darren lumbered back out into the hall, drying himself off with his second towel. He walked carefully down the creaking stairs, and rounded into the kitchen, towel wiping and groping his already dry pecs, and saw his Dad washing the walls with a mop. Darren laughed, making his Dad turn and grin. "Seemed like the only way to get the job done son. I didn't know we had it in us. I guess these big bodies of ours can do a lot of new things now." Lawrences smiled and cupped his big full balls again, letting them slap against his thigh. "I guess this towel might make a better cum rag than an actual cloth at our size. I'll do here, if you get that wall." Darren grinned, working behind his Dad, purposely grinding his ass into his father's at every chance he could get. He felt himself beginning to perspire again. The close confines of the kitchen combined with their more massive bodies made the space heat up quickly. Soon the pleasing scent of Man filled the kitchen, and Darren felt his cock twitching back to life again. It was his father who broke the companionable silence. "You know, I've been thinking son." "Oh? What about, Dad?" "Do you know where I can get more of that stuff?"

Wrote this very short story after Galea1 came up with a bowling idea. Apologies if I used any bowling term incorrectly, I'm not a bowler! Vik pulled open the front doors of the bowling alley and the four of them stepped in. Vik was the oldest, a beefy man who was the star of their football team when the four were in college. Second oldest was TJ; not the brightest guy, though he did have his fair share of gym-time, earning his unserious title of "himbo" among the group. Then Julian, who wasn't as into the gym as the other two, but did attend when they all had time together. And the youngest, Raul, who was in the same boat as Julian, but desired to spend even more time working out. It was a new alley that had only opened a few weeks ago. Reviews were good so far; the perfect place to celebrate Raul's first full-time job, being the final of the four to achieve one. "Now that we're all rich, we can, like, hire strippers for parties and stuff!" TJ chimed. "We're not rich, just employed. Hopefully you'll remember that," Vik sighed while mussing up TJ's hair. "Four pairs, please." Julian told the burly employee, who proceeded to hand them 4 pairs of rather large bowling shoes. "Err...can we get smaller sizes, please?" "No." And that was that. Flopping their feet clumsily to the alleys, the four began their first game. They elected Raul to go first. The blue and white ball rolled down the alley, hitting 3 pins before disappearing from sight. His next ball hit 2, for a total of 5 in his first frame. Next up was Vik, who scored a clean 7 in total. Then, TJ hit 9 total. "Yo, nice!" Julian clapped his shoulders, shaking him gently. "Gimme some of that luck." Julian knocked down 3, then 5. Not quite as lucky. The game continued, Raul managing to take the lead, with Julian and TJ coming close. Vik seemed to be having a bad day, and was lagging quite far behind. By the 5th frame, Raul had 84, TJ had 73, Julian had 70, and Vik had 54. None had made a strike yet, with only a few spares. A few frames later, they arrived at the penultimate round. The ranking remained mostly the same, with Julian overtaking TJ by a slight amount. Raul's turn was next, for the start of the 9th frame. He took a deep breath, trying to remember the form he learned in high school gym class, then rolled. The ball spun, curving into the right side of the pins and knocking most of them down. The pins that had fallen swept perfectly into the standing pins, bringing them down in the first strike of their game. "Yes!" He pumped his arms up, feeling a swell of accomplishment. The other three cheered, happy for the youngest member of their group. The cheesy strike animation played on the screen above them. It was a cartoony bowling ball with arms curling a dumbbell with mini bowling balls as the weights. Then it dropped it, rolling it into a group of pins, knocking them all down. When the score screen came back, there was something different. "Was that there before?" TJ pointed. They all noticed Raul's current score appear, with a small "lbs." at the end, reading "146 lbs." "Huh? Pounds?" Raul muttered before a zap of what felt like electricity surged through him. In an almost deafening boom, his right arm bulked up into the arm of a heavyweight bodybuilder. They all stared, dumbfounded, as the growth made its way through the rest of his body, pumping his body to an incredible mass. He unconsciously flexed his arms, spiking his bicep into a rolling, split peak mountain. When the growth ended, Raul fell to his knees, panting. Each breath made his burgeoning chest expand, an array of striations tensing along both slabs of beef. His clothes were just at the brink of bursting. He stood to his feet, which had grown just enough to fit the bowling shoes perfectly. His bulging, teardrop shaped quads stretched out. With not much added to his height, he stared across to his friends, awaiting some speech to break the silence. "What the fuck?!" TJ almost yelled. Raul instinctively shrugged his mammoth shoulders, bunching his traps and neck into a beefy structure. The seams of his shirt stretched, individual threads visible. "I-I don't know, but it feels awesome!" He exclaimed. "Did my strike do it?" "I'd love to find out." Vik stomped up to the alley, getting his ball ready. With all his concentration, he swiftly let loose the ball, aiming right for the middle of the pins...

Chapter 1 ~ Fizzing with Power I had just arrived home from a long and exhausting day at the office. It had been a very dull and tedious afternoon of number crunching, book balancing, and generally just hating life. Upon locking my car, I felt relief wash over me knowing that I had crossed the work/home threshold and officially entered the weekend. TGIF, indeed! Two lovely days with my hubby, Dustin. Two, quiet, relaxing, cozy, uneventful- BUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRUUUUUUURRRRRRUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRUUUUU-! "What in the hell was that?" A loud and catastrophic noise had erupted from inside the house, accompanied by a small tremor that I felt all the way from the driveway. Had something just blown up!? Maybe there had been a gas leak? Was my husband alright!? I didn't see or smell any smoke. My blood running instantly cold and fueled by pure instinct, I bolted for the house and threw open the door. "DUSTIN!? HONEY!? Are you alright?" I called out in panic. "O-oh, sure b-UUUuRrRrAaARP-abe, I'm fine. Welcome home!" called out a familiar voice from the kitchen. "Thank heavens! You had me worried sick, honey. What on Earth was that noise I heard outsi-" As I made my way into the kitchen, the sight that greeted me nearly made me pass out. Although my husband's handsome face gazed back at me with a warm smile, the body it was attached to was absolutely, positively not his. It was as though someone had photoshopped his head onto another man. Specifically, a man built like an industrial fridge. Dustin had always been a decently fit fellow. He had a fair bit of lean sinew before, but this... This bod was an absolutely enormous. An obscenely thick brick wall of pure muscle stacked like a super-heavyweight bodybuilder. He could step onto an Olympia stage right now and handily take first place. He was shirtless, sporting an extremely overfilled pair of sweatpants and sneakers he usually wore while jogging. He had a tight rippling 6-pack stomach, but it was bulging out, bloated and full. A half-dozen soda cans littered the table next to an empty plastic six-pack ring (properly cut with scissors, bless his animal-loving heart). A plethora of different packs sat piled on the table unopened. "Like what you seeeeee, baby?" Dustin said with a coy wink, crunching his left arm and pec in for a hearty flex, "Notice anything diiiiiiiifferent?" "I- Wha- How did- Who- Wha-" I stammered overwhelmed and flabbergasted, my glasses practically steaming over as I blushed at the sight of him. My husband opened his mouth to speak again, but no words came out. Instead, after a brief touch of his hand to his lips and a slightly stifled hiccup, he proceeded to let out, by far, the longest, loudest, and deepest man belch I had ever heard in my entire life. BLUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRRRRRRUUUUUUUUUUU-!!! His powerful emission lasted for ten unbroken seconds, blasting with so much force that it blew my hair back. Everything in the kitchen rattled and clanged as the room rumbled from the vibrations. A cutting board clacked to the ground while the broom we kept propped by the fridge toppled with a clatter. As his eruption continued, I could see all his of his muscles begin to tighten and flex. And then they just kept on flexing, growing and thickening a little bigger than before the belch. It starting at his tensed bull neck and slowly working its way down his body to his dynamite calves. It was as though the air blasting out of him was, somehow, inflating his body with solid mass. That wasn't an explosion I had felt shake our entire property earlier - it was Dustin burping. "-UUUUUURP!!! Whoo!" the muscular lug cheered after catching his breath, "FUCK, that still feels AMAZING every time." He flexed a crab pose, springing his entire upper body to life and causing several veins to bulge to the surface. I bit my lip. He looked... spectacular. I had never ever pressured Dustin to bulk up, but, secretly, I had always fantasized about it. I'd dreamed of what it would be like if my cute hubby packed on a few pounds of muscle. And here he was with, not just a few pounds, but an entire cow's worth of additional beef compared to the man I had kissed goodbye before work this morning. I found myself lost for words as I drank in every inch of him. "D-Dustin, sweetie, how... how did you get so... like this? You're JACKED. S-SHREDDED! SWOLE as HELL! A-and why are you burping like a humanoid bomb??" I finally managed to putter out. "Oh, Franky, BABY, it's this POP!" he replied with childish glee, "It's amazing! Every sip, every gulp, every burp... it all pumps my bod up, like magic." To emphasize that last bit, he bounced his fat, juicy pecs several times. I could've sworn they let out audible thumps with every flex. "Wh-where on Earth did you get... m-magic muscle soda??" I asked, stumbling yet more of my words between utter disbelief and stifling the urge to moan. "I found it shopping at that new grocery store down the street today," he recollected while holding up one of the empty cans in his now much thicker fingers, "It just sorta, like... called out to me from a shelf in the ba-uuuURrRrRrRurrp! 'Scuse me, babe. A shelf in the back. I only took one six-pack to start, just to try it out. But after trying a sip in the parking lot I was SO smitten with the stuff that I turned right back around and scooped up every flavor they had." I grabbed the can from his muscly paw and read the label. With a logo shaped like a flexing muscle man, it read: 'Bulka Cola Classic - Fizzing with POWER!' "I've never heard of this brand before..." I muttered, turning the can slowly in my hands. There was no nutritional information to be found, but there was an ingredients list. It was... incomprehensible. Although it had the expected sugar and flavoring, the majority of it was a strange and lengthy laundry list of nonsense words like 'Donglongus bulginate,' 'high-flexthose gunsyrup,' and 'benchpressic deltaflex.' The pragmatic side of my brain began to override the hornball side as I read each bizarre addition to the brew. "D-Dustin, honey... are you, uh... are you sure this stuff is, y'know, safe? This concoction could be toxic for all we know. It could be laced with drugs or poison or..." "I mean, I've already drank six of the suckers so far and I'm feelin' fine. In fact, I feel... flexcellent." he punctuated his lame, but flirtatious, pun with double bicep pose and another wink. I swallowed hard, transfixed by my husbands bodacious beautiful bis. Those cannons must have been well over 20 inches. As hard as I resisted, Horny Brain was immediately back in the driver's seat. I dove like a hungry hawk, jamming my face firmly into his bicep, and started kissing and nuzzling like mad. "Heh heh heh heh heh, gosh you're cute. I'm glad you like my new equipment. My body is all yours, babe. And while you enjoy that, I think I'm gonna try me a sip of the root beer next..." Dustin had scooped me close in a muscular hug, my face mashed firmly into his throbbing arm. Lost in my passionate worship of that bicep, I heard the familiar hiss of a fresh can of soda being opened. My already furious boner throbbed hard at the thought of Dustin getting even bigger. I bit into his bicep like a ravenous animal, but my teeth could barely make a dent in the rock-solid meat. *Gulp* *Chug* *Glurp* *Slurp* The sound of each hearty sip going down his throat was like music to my ears... but another, less expected sound soon followed suit. The distinct sound of stitches straining and struggling was coming from down near the floor. The awkward noise snapped me out of my carnal trance long enough to look down. It was Dustin's shoes. With every gulp of root beer, his sneakers were getting a bit tighter as his feet - and only his feet- grew a bit bigger. By the time he finished the can, they were on the verge of bursting, but just barely held together. "Damn, I think that was even tastier than the cola, haha," my hulking husband said while crushing the can flat against his forehead like a college frat boy. "But it's weird, this time my muscles didn't grow, it just feel like my shoes g-GGGGGWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRP!" Another monumental belch abruptly exploded from Dustin's mouth. Now that I was in direct contact with him during a burp, it was like pressing my body against the world's largest vibrator. He'd always been good at letting 'em rip. I had never mentioned it to him directly, but... it always turned me on a bit when he let out a nice long, deep belch after a good meal. Not only because that meant he enjoyed whatever I cooked, but there was this, like... inherently macho, dominant quality to them. Like a confident, manly roar. As the belch went on, Dustin's feet began to absolutely SURGE in size. First his long toes busted out of the fronts with a pair of loud, prominent pops - POOMP! THOOMP! Then his widening soles rapidly blew out the sides. The sad tatters of his former sneakers fluttered to the floor, defeated. His socks briefly held on, albeit stretched so thin they were near-transparent, but one solid flex of each foot tore through them like tissue paper. What remained were a pair of feet so utterly gargantuan, they would have made the tallest basketball players on the planet feel inadequate. Big Foot would've been jealous of those stompers. Dustin and I had recently gone for a pedicure together, so his feet were in pristine condition. Now they were both immaculately groomed AND massive enough to cover most of my scrawny torso. And BEEFY! His feet seemed to have gotten every bit as muscular as the rest of his body, unnaturally thick with mass. Between the sight of his growing feet, the warm embrace of his muscles, and the vibration of his belch, I came HARD in my pants, right there in the kitchen. It was the single most intense orgasm of my entire life (up to that point, at least). My legs buckled, and he tightened his embraced as I gripped onto him for support. I was still moaning in overwhelmed pleasure as the roar of Dustin's belch tapered off. "WHOO, what a RUSH, ahahaha!" he boomed in satisfaction, "And by the sound of it, babe, you had fun too." "I... mess... pants... sh-shaking... b-b-big feet... h-h-hot... lo... love you..." I babbled out incoherently, lost in my post-orgasmic delirium. "Love you too, hon. But I gotta wonder - why only my feet this time?" He lifted his massive right foot and flexed the long, wide toes, spreading and clenching the enormous sausages. Dear lord, they were immaculate. "Maybe there's something different in this flavor, or..." Dustin looked at the remaining five root beer cans on the table with the intent of reading the ingredients, but he let out another hearty laugh simply seeing the logo on the can. "Aaaaaahaha - well, it's no wonder! This isn't Bulka Cola's ROOT beer soda - it's FOOT beer!" "Wha-...?" I looked at the cans in a groggy afterglow haze as he held them up to my face. They did, indeed, say "Bulka Foot Beer ~ Stomping with POWER!" The logo slightly different, featuring the same muscle man mascot lifting a big, exaggerated foot up to prospective customers. "It looks like all the flavors have different body part puns in the names," Dustin observed, jostling the various six-packs on the table around to get a better look. "Mountain Glutes, Quadermelon, Veinilla, Pectorange, Dr. Pythons... I have a feeling I know what part Cherry Pop is for, ahaha! I guess the classic cola flavor just kinda enhances everything a little bit, while the rest of 'em concentrate on a specialty." I also had a feeling I knew what Cherry Popper grew. My nostrils flared in unhinged lust imagining the possibilities each of those names implied. "Dustin, honey... H-how many flavors did you buy?" "Let's see... there were four shelves, and they each had four flavors... Oh! And there was an exclusive bonus flavor offered at checkout when you bought enough cases. Sooooo... 17 kinds altogether. Hehu, I guess we've got a lot of experimenting to do, eh, babe?" Logic and reasonable doubt had been kicked to the curb, flooded out by pure desire. How big could my husband get? How would the house hold up if he gets too big? How will we afford to feed a hulking he-man? How many other people in this town are going to become enormous drinking this stuff if it's sitting on grocery store shelves? None of that mattered right now. I just wanted Dustin to keep trying new flavors and indulge in the beautifully grotesque results. So many kinds to try. So much that could grow disproportionately huge. I was already hard as a rock again just thinking about it. "So, what flavor should I try next?" Chapter 2 ~ Rippling With Power "Hm?" I had snapped out a very vivid daydream about my husband being the size of a skyscraper. "I saaaaaaid - what flavor should I try next?" Dustin asked again with an adorable smile. "Goodness gracious, there's so many choices, uuuuum... There were a paralyzing amount of options, each more tantalizing than the last. It was ever-so tempting to jump straight to the soda that sounded like it would grow my man's schlong, but I wanted to save that chestnut for later. "Let's dooooo... uuuuuh... Oh, I know! You've always been a grape fan, right, sweetie? Let's do that one." I grabbed a purple can from the group and handed it to him. The label read "Bulka Grapdominal ~ Rippling with POWER!" with the mascot man flexing a shredded, 8-pack stomach. "Heh, I was kinda hoping you'd choose that one. You know me all too well, babe," he said with a loving lilt to his voice before popping the top. The enticing FSSSSTK sound filled our ears, and without any further ado he tipped the can to his handsome lips and began to chug. Gulp, glurk, glunk, gluck, gulp. Every hearty swallow was accompanied by a loud cartoonish - THOONK! - as each of Dustin's abs popped out more prominently on Dustin's stomach like a freshly heated popcorn kernels. Once all six rippling packs looked like the plumpest, deepest dinner rolls on the planet, otherwise impossible extra abs began to appear. THOOMP! - 7-pack... TOONK! - 8-pack... THUNK! - 9-pack... TUNK! 10-pack... And as his middle reached the limit of where any extra abdominals could possibly fit, his midsection began to grow longer to make more room. I drank in the sight as indulgently as my hubby drank that soda, lost in a trance and salivating as more and more delicious dark tan dinner rolls filled my vision. THUNK! THUMP! - 12-pack. TUNK! THONK! - 14-pack. THOMP! TONK! - 16-pack. And with a final - THUMP THUNK! - Dustin's tummy stretched out before me with the most gloriously deep and perfect 18-pack abs this world had ever seen. Assuming this world had ever seen any extra abs, for that matter. I lunged like a hungry starving animal. I hugged at his long, cobblestone midsection, kissing, licking, and humping at as much as I was physically capable of induling in. There was a very light sheen of sweat coating every inch of that midsection, and it tasted absolutely divine to my worshiping tongue. "Damn, that was TASTY," Dustin complimented the concoction, "And - NNF - look at these fucking bricks." He flexed his triple-length abdominals underneath me, and I nearly came again. But I'm glad I held of just a moment longer, because Dustin still hadn't- BLUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAA- Enhanced by his tightened tummy, my husband roared out his most deafening belch yet. Each of his individual abs got thicker, their trenches got deeper. And as if that wasn't enough... THUNK! THUMP! TUNK! THONK-THOMP-TONK! An entire additional six-pack's worth of abs rapidly popped out at the bottom, directly under where my cock had been pressing, and set me off once more. I came even harder than last time, which I hadn't even thought possible. Dustin seemed to have exquisite control over his newfound abdominals, because I could feel his lower abs clench around my bulge like a vice. He proceeded to flex every last drop out of me until his latest transformation was finished. "-UUUUUUURRRRRAAaAaaaaahhh...." The belch tapered away into a sigh of blissful satisfaction. "NNnnnnmmmm... fuck yeeeeah... Count my abs, babe..." I didn't have to be asked twice. I immediately started to count them off, giving each a kiss... "One... *mwah*... two... *smeck*... three..." Dustin's soft expression whilst I dutifully made my way down those abs was so loving. You'd have thought I was the one being passionately worshiped, he was so infatuated. Gosh I love that man. We could be so sickeningly sweet together sometimes, we would give you cavities. We probably had more metaphorical sugar in us than all these cans of soda. "Twenty-two... *peck*... Twenthy-three... *kiss*... Twenty-FOUR! *Mmmmmmwah*" "Holy cheese graters... I have a TWENTY-FOUR PACK!! My abs QUADRUPLED!" Dustin was now dangerously close to bonking his head on our kitchen ceiling thanks to all the newfound inches his elongated tummy had stacked onto to his height. To an outside viewer he probably looked a tad silly at that moment, but I was absolutely enraptured by my hyper-hourglass figure bigfoot of a husband. I kept kissing and nuzzling and grinding up and down his abs for over fifteen minutes. He was loving the attention, content to lean back against the wall and let me go to town. He bit his lip, letting out the occasional deep resonate grunt or surprisingly submissive whimper. He flexed them in waves powerful enough to lift me up, like I was riding a giant caterpillar. When he performed an ab vacuum I found myself laying in a hammock of muscle. That last bit of showboating seemed to squeeze a teensy tiny bit of leftover gas out of his gut, as a distinct gurgle audibly shot up his system. "HIC! Urp!" - Thunk! Tunk! "Haha, oops... Make that a 26-pack, li'l man." I swooned at my latest pet name before giving my husband's newest abs a pair of tender kissies.

Wrote this story recently and haven't submitted it to metabods yet, really hope you enjoy! Let me know what you think! What happens when you give the smallest guy in the gym a supplement for muscle growth? He becomes a massive muscle behemoth of course! _______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ In the gleaming, high-ceilinged sanctum of the Ironclad Gym, the clanging of weights and grunts of exertion formed a symphony of ambition. Amidst the sea of bulging biceps and sculpted abs, there was a stark contrast—a very short man, no taller than a stack of two gym lockers, who went by the name of Timmy. He was a regular, known for his fierce determination and his diminutive stature. Today was like any other for Timmy as he huffed and puffed through his rigorous workout routine, sweat beading on his brow, pushing himself beyond the limits that gravity and biology seemed to have set for him. He wore a pair of worn-out gym shorts that barely grazed his knees and a faded T-shirt that stretched over his surprisingly defined chest, betraying his dedication to his fitness despite his size. As Timmy moved from the leg press to the bench, the heady scent of sweat and disinfectant filled the air around him, a testament to his relentless pursuit of personal improvement. As Timmy pushed through the final repetition of his bench press, the sneer of the gym's resident Adonis reached his ears, echoing in the space between the clanks of metal. The towering man, a human mountain of muscle with a complexion that gleamed like freshly oiled marble, stepped closer, his shadow engulfing Timmy's already minuscule frame. The giant, known as Tank, was notorious for his brutish charm and the trail of intimidated gym-goers he left in his wake. He looked down at Timmy with a smug expression, his arms folded across his chest, which was a landscape of bulging veins and taut skin. "What's a squirt like you doing here, hogging the bench?" he bellowed, his voice resonating through the gym's acoustics. Timmy's hands trembled slightly as he lowered the barbell to the stand, his knuckles white from the effort. He knew the type—someone who fed on the insecurities of others to bolster his own ego. But Timmy had faced giants before, in more ways than one, and this was his battlefield. He took a deep breath, his chest puffing out, and looked up with a steely gaze. "Just trying to get a little bigger," he quipped, not missing a beat. The gym fell silent, all eyes now on the unfolding drama between the David and Goliath of Ironclad Gym. Ignoring the tension, Tank threw his head back in a roar of laughter, the sound ricocheting off the mirrored walls. He unfurled his arms, his biceps swelling as he flexed, the veins standing out in stark relief against the cobalt canvas of his skin. "Look at these guns," he sneered, waving them in Timmy's face. "You'll never have these. You're just wasting your time here, little man." Timmy felt the heat of embarrassment creeping up his neck, his cheeks reddening. The gym patrons looked on, a mix of pity and morbid fascination on their faces. But instead of cowering, Timmy took a step closer to Tank, his eyes narrowing. "You're right," he conceded, "I'll never be as big as you on the outside. But size isn't everything. Maybe you should focus more on what's inside, like humility and respect, before you go around flexing what your momma gave you." The gym's silence was suddenly pierced by a few muffled snickers and nods of approval from those watching the exchange. Tank's smug grin faltered for a brief moment before he regained his composure, his eyes flashing with a hint of anger. The atmosphere grew thick with challenge, and the air was charged with the electricity of a storm that was about to break. Tank's smugness curdled into rage at the shorter man's words, his ego bruised by Timmy's unexpected retort. The towering brute leaned down, his face contorted into a mask of fury, and barked, "You think you're clever? You'll never be a real man like me." He grabbed Timmy's bicep with one hand, his fingers easily encircling the smaller man's arm and lifting it as if it weighed no more than a feather. With his other hand, Tank pushed Timmy's palm onto his bulging chest, making him feel the unyielding wall of muscle beneath his touch. "Feel that? That's what it's like to be a man." Timmy's jaw clenched, his eyes flicking from the hand on his arm to the one now pressing his hand against Tank's pectoral. "Is that all you've got?" he spat, refusing to back down. Tank's smile twisted into a snarl, and without warning, he yanked Timmy's head down, shoving his face into his crotch. The scent of sweat, testosterone, and something undeniably masculine filled Timmy's nostrils. "This is what real power smells like," Tank sneered. "You're going to worship it, just like everyone else here does." Timmy's eyes watered from the pressure and the overwhelming aroma, but he remained steadfast, not allowing Tank to break his spirit. The spectators held their breath, waiting for the storm to erupt, unsure if this was the moment Timmy's bravado would be crushed beneath the weight of Tank's tyrannical dominance. Timmy felt a rush of heat in his loins, his body betraying his revulsion with an erection that bulged obscenely against the fabric of his shorts. Tank's eyes flickered downward, and the cruel laugh that escaped his lips sent a shiver down Timmy's spine. "Looks like you've got a little admiration going on down there," he taunted, pointing at the tent Timmy was desperately trying to ignore. The gym echoed with the guffaws of the onlookers, their amusement a sharp knife twisting in Timmy's side. His face burning with humiliation, he tried to stand, but his legs wobbled like those of a newborn foal. As he made a break for it, Tank's iron grip clamped down on his shoulder, halting him in his tracks. "Not so fast, little buddy," Tank jeered, holding out a pill that gleamed in the fluorescent light. "Here, I got this free from the front desk. It's a supplement that'll help you grow." He patted Timmy's cheek with mock pity. "Take it, maybe you'll finally fill out those shorts of yours. But remember, if you're going to strut around with a hard-on like that, you better be able to back it up." With a shove that sent Timmy stumbling, Tank turned away, the crowd parting for him like the Red Sea for Moses. Timmy's eyes watered with rage and embarrassment as he stared at the retreating figure, the pill burning a hole in his hand. He clenched his fist around it, a silent promise forming in his mind. He would not let this be the end of the story. He would not be the butt of Tank's jokes for much longer. This was just the beginning of his transformation. With a trembling hand, Timmy brought the pill to his lips and swallowed it with a defiant gulp, fueled by his fury at Tank's degradation. The moment the pill hit the back of his throat, a searing pain shot through him like a bolt of lightning, making him double over and clutch at the floor as if he might collapse. The gym's cacophony faded to a distant buzz as he felt his body convulse and contort, his muscles spasming uncontrollably. The agony was unlike anything he'd ever experienced—it was as if he were being stretched on a medieval torture rack, every fiber of his being screaming in protest. Yet amidst the torment, a peculiar warmth began to spread from his stomach, coursing through his veins like liquid fire, igniting something within him. The pain receded, giving way to waves of euphoria that washed over him, making his toes tingle and his vision swim with an intensity he'd never felt before. His eyes widened in astonishment and fear as he watched his fingers stretch and his shoulders broaden before his very eyes, his body seemingly morphing into something new and powerful. As the transformation took hold, Timmy realized that he had just embarked on a journey that would irrevocably change his life, turning the tables in this cruel game of gym dominance. The crowd's laughter had long since died down, replaced by whispers of shock and awe as they bore witness to the birth of a new titan within the gleaming halls of Ironclad Gym. Timmy's muscles felt like they were on fire, each fiber stretching and bulging as if straining against the very fabric of reality. His biceps ballooned, pushing the sleeves of his shirt to the brink of tearing. The muscles in his forearms swelled to the size of a normal man's biceps, his veins popping like thick cables beneath his skin. His chest expanded, the seams of his T-shirt threatening to rip as his pectorals inflated to the point where they looked as if they could crush a watermelon with ease. His abs rippled, turning into a washboard so defined that one might mistake them for a series of small, rolling hills. His legs thickened, the muscles coiling and growing until his quads resembled the mighty trunks of ancient oak trees. His calves and glutes followed suit, filling his shorts so tightly that it looked like he had two bowling balls stuffed in each cheek. And as if to match the grandeur of his newfound physique, his cock and balls grew to monstrous proportions, stretching his underwear until it was a mere scrap of fabric, barely containing the beast that now resided in his crotch. The sight of his own transformation was both terrifying and exhilarating, and he could feel the power surging through him, his newfound bulk a testament to the rage and determination that had been building within him for years. The gym rats stared, slack-jawed, as Timmy stood, now a giant among men, his body a sculpture of pure, unbridled power. Tank's eyes went wide, realizing that he had just created a rival more formidable than he could ever have imagined. Timmy's roar shook the very foundations of Ironclad Gym, a sound so primal and powerful that it could've been mistaken for the thunder of a gods' quarrel. His body, once the epitome of compact determination, had transformed into a short-stacked muscle blimp, his newfound bulk jiggling with each movement, a stark contrast to his former self. He flexed his arms with a theatrical flourish, biceps now the size of melons, and bounced his inflated chest, causing his pecs to clap together like the thunderous applause of a victorious gladiator. His eyes, now blazing with a fiery confidence, locked onto Tank's. "Is this real enough for you?" he bellowed, the challenge in his voice resonating through the hushed gym. The towering behemoth's smug grin was wiped clean, replaced with a look of utter astonishment and a touch of fear. The crowd, once his loyal subjects, now stared in a mix of horror and admiration as Timmy stepped forward, his massive form casting a shadow over Tank that seemed to diminish him. "You think you're big now?" Timmy sneered, the words dripping with a cocky swagger. "Let's see if you're man enough to handle this!" The air was electric with anticipation, the battle lines drawn, and the war of egos ready to begin anew. With a snarl of pure, unbridled power, Timmy bent down and hoisted the heaviest barbell he could find, the metal groaning under the weight of a hundred pounds of iron. The onlookers gasped in astonishment as the barbell, which had once looked so intimidating, now looked like a child's toy in his thick, bulging arms. He flexed his bicep, the muscle swelling like an inflating balloon, and curled the weight with ease. The veins on his arms bulged like rivers of molten lava as he switched the barbell from one hand to the other, each arm performing the feat with the grace of a circus strongman. His cock, already obscenely large, stiffened even more, pushing against his shorts in a display of dominance that mirrored the flexing of his muscles. As he did this, Tank's jaw dropped, his eyes wide with a mix of awe and fear. The once-smug giant was now forced to confront the reality that the playing field had been leveled—or perhaps, Timmy had just raised it significantly higher. Timmy's chest heaved with each breath, his nipples standing at attention, the fabric of his T-shirt straining to contain his newfound assets. The gym patrons, once eager for the spectacle of a David and Goliath confrontation, now watched with bated breath, not knowing what to expect from this transformed creature of power. The air was thick with testosterone and the scent of fear as Tank took an involuntary step back, the sheer presence of Timmy's might overwhelm him. The crowd was silent, all eyes on the two men, each flexing and bulging in their own right, but with Timmy now holding the upper hand—or rather, the upper arm. The dynamic of Ironclad Gym had shifted in a single, earth-shaking moment, and the story of its two most unlikely adversaries was about to reach a crescendo of epic proportions. With a deafening clang, Timmy dropped the barbell to the floor, the sound reverberating through the gym like a declaration of war. His eyes never left Tank's, a fiery challenge burning in their depths as he began to stride across the expanse of the gym floor, each step a testament to his newfound power. The crowd parted before him like the Red Sea, creating a clear path to Tank, who now had the look of a cornered animal. The giant's retreat was hastened by the sheer force of Timmy's presence, his own cock straining against his gym shorts, betraying his arousal. Backed against the wall, Tank's bravado had crumbled, his breath coming in ragged gasps as Timmy closed in, his inflated physique a stark reminder of the transformation he'd undergone. Standing before the once-intimidating figure, Timmy looked up and met his gaze, the difference in their heights now a mere footnote in the narrative of dominance playing out before the stunned onlookers. He reached down, grabbed Tank's burgeoning erection, and squeezed, his hand easily engulfing the shaft. "You like what you see?" he purred, his voice a deadly mix of sarcasm and confidence. Tank's eyes went wide, his pupils dilating with a mix of lust and terror. The gym rats watched, frozen in their tracks, as the balance of power in Ironclad Gym shifted dramatically, the air thick with the electricity of an unspoken challenge that had suddenly become all too explicit. Timmy's grip tightened on Tank's cock, and with a swift, almost casual motion, he ripped the fabric of the giant's shorts, exposing the hardened shaft that stood tall in the face of its new master. "Looks like you're the one who needs to start worshipping now," he sneered, his voice a dark promise of what was to come. The crowd watched, their eyes glued to the scene, as Timmy flexed his monstrous bicep, the veins pulsing like serpents beneath his skin. Tank's eyes grew wide with a mix of arousal and fear, his own hand trembling as he reached out tentatively to touch the sculpted boulder that was Timmy's chest. With a force that belied his height, Timmy shoved the towering man to his knees, the sound of his knees hitting the ground echoing through the tense air of the gym. "You want to feel power?" Timmy rumbled, his voice deep and commanding. "Then worship your new god." He thrust his massive chest forward, the pecs now swollen to the size of basketballs, creating a deep valley of muscular cleavage. Tank's head was forced into the crevice, his mouth moving instinctively to Timmy's now-exposed nipple. The little man's cock, which had been hidden by his over-stretched shorts, was now fully visible—a mighty pillar that seemed to have a life of its own, throbbing with each beat of his powerful heart. As Tank's lips wrapped around the sensitive tip, his hands found themselves on Timmy's thighs, moving upward with trembling reverence. The room grew hotter, the air thick with the scent of desire and the undeniable presence of a new alpha. The dynamics of Ironclad Gym had been flipped on their head, and it was clear that from this moment on, Timmy would no longer be the underestimated underdog, but the feared and desired object of every man's envy and craving. Precum leaked from Timmy's cock like a river, glistening in the harsh gym lighting and painting a trail down his engorged shaft. He moaned deeply, the sound echoing in the silent gym, his body trembling with anticipation and newfound power. Without a moment's hesitation, he bent down, his muscles flexing and bouncing in a mesmerizing display of might. He hooked his arms under Tank's brawny thighs, his hands gripping the back of the giant's muscular ass. With a strength that seemed to defy gravity, Timmy hoisted Tank into the air, aligning his massive member with the taller man's tight, quivering hole. The crowd watched; their breaths held in anticipation of the impending collision of bodies. The air was charged with the potent scent of sweat, musk, and desire as Timmy's cockhead nudged against Tank's entrance, demanding entry. The giant's eyes rolled back in his head, a whimper escaping his lips as he felt the pressure build, the tip of Timmy's cock parting him, inch by inch. The smaller man's face was a mask of concentration and dominance, his eyes locked onto Tank's as he pushed his way inside, claiming the throne of the Ironclad Gym with each powerful thrust. The once-intimidating Tank now clung to Timmy, his legs wrapped tightly around the smaller man's bulging waist, his mouth open in silent surrender to the overwhelming pleasure that flooded through him. The crowd looked on, their own desires kindled by the scene before them, as the new king of the gym asserted his dominance over the man who had once belittled him. The story of Timmy and Tank had taken an unexpected twist, one that would be talked about in hushed whispers and furtive glances for weeks to come. Timmy's powerful hips thrust upward, driving his thick, monstrous cock deep into Tank's gaping hole, filling the giant with a sensation so intense it bordered on pain, yet Tank couldn't help but moan in pleasure, his body responding instinctively to the newfound power that was now in command. The sweat and precum of both men mingled as they moved in a frenetic dance of dominance and submission. With a final, guttural roar, Timmy reached his peak, his cum flooding out from his cock, painting the inside of Tank with his seed and leaking out, dripping down the giant's muscular thighs like a testament to his victory. As his orgasm subsided, Timmy looked down at the now-pliant Tank and said, "You're mine now, muscle slave." Tank, his face a picture of ecstasy and defeat, managed to nod his head in silent acceptance. Timmy leaned in, whispering in his ear, "And remember, from now on, I'm not just your king of the gym. I'm your god." The once-mighty Tank, now trembling and spent, could only whimper in agreement. The gym patrons watched, a mix of shock, envy, and lust playing across their faces as Timmy, still buried inside his new conquest, announced his triumph. With a final, authoritative slap on Tank's ass, Timmy withdrew his softening cock, leaving the giant's hole gaping and leaking. The air was thick with the scent of sex and submission as Timmy offered his hand to the man who had once towered over him, pulling Tank to his feet. "Let's go," he said with a wink, and together, the unlikely pair strutted out of Ironclad Gym, leaving behind a legacy of shock and a newfound respect for the limits of human potential. The story of their encounter would echo through the locker room for weeks, each telling adding to the legend of Timmy, the short man who had claimed the throne through sheer force of will and the power of his swollen muscles and unyielding cock. As they disappeared into the night, the whispers grew, hinting at the beginnings of a new era in the gym's history—one where the strongest weren't always the tallest, but the most fiercely determined and sexually dominant.

This is the first part of my new story I've been working on for a few weeks, in parallel with another posted recently. I won't spoil anything about the story but... There will have logically at least 3 parts but I do not exclude to continue it further. Although being the first part, I tried to make it sufficiently hot to satisfy you. I hope you'll enjoy and as usual, don't hesitate to give me a feedback (what you liked, what you would like, even what you did not like: anything that can improve your pleasure is welcome, so really, don't hesitate to contact me) Prepare the handkerchiefs and enjoy! ______________________________________________________________________________________ “Oh fuck…!” There was Leo, mouth open in front of the TV. I did not expect this reaction, but maybe it was my opportunity. This boy, no, sorry… this beautiful angel was Leo, the most gorgeous man I have seen in my life. And when I say beautiful, I mean he’s really fucking beautiful. Piercing blue eyes, magnificent nose, full lips, astonishing jawline, whiter-than-white teeth, naturally tanned skin, a dreamy, slightly muscular build like a top model. By the way, he’s a top model. He was perfection incarnate. Never could I imagine someone so handsome. And I imagined even less that he would become my boyfriend. I was the happiest of men, but… there was one thing I didn’t tell Leo: the main reason why I was looking for someone like him. I work in a lab, and we were working on a top-secret project. The main goal, which seemed absurd and unreal the first time I heard about it, was to create an improved version of a super soldier serum. To transform a normal human being into an incredibly powerful titan with the usual superpowers: superhuman strength, superhuman stamina, increased longevity, etc. Yeah, I found this ridiculous and unbelievable at first, but I’ve always loved comics, and they made me think maybe it was possible. It had convinced me to try. But obviously, it was a failure. Our experiments were, at best, great dopants, but nothing that transformed a normal human into an 8-foot titan. What did I expect? That we would really create this super serum? Ridiculous. Well, that was true until that fateful day, the day that changed my life. One day, when I thought the project was going to be abandoned, my supervisor, Doctor Krakovski, came in with a strange substance. It was a kind of blue goop. He didn’t want to tell me what it was, but it was expensive, very expensive, and he had never seen anything like it. Doctor Krakovski was not a bad man, but he was the archetypal crazy scientist. Put a scientific discovery in his hands and he will almost laugh out loud. Of course, he asked that we incorporate it into the formula. Honestly, I was skeptical. Guys, this isn’t a movie, this is reality. But Krakovski insisted. So obviously, as with any new substance, we tested it on a lab rat. I will always remember this moment. I was ready for anything, but not that, not… At first, he contorted himself while crying out in pain. I sighed thinking that it was still a failure, but suddenly I was stunned, totally stunned: the rat seemed to be… growing. I blinked several times, not believing what I was seeing but a few seconds later, it was very clear. Yeah, he was definitely growing! And when I say growing, I mean it was becoming more muscular and taller! He widened at the shoulders, then his shoulders rounded out, his traps emerged, his front paws lengthened, and what would be his biceps were growing. His back legs also lengthened and were growing, his round belly was shrinking, and it looked like pecs were popping out, and his midsection was shrinking to six blocks! Not only did he become more muscular, but his size was also increasing. His screams were becoming deeper and louder and… if at first he seemed panicked, after a few minutes it was like… he loved it! Suddenly he shouted louder and… boom, he exploded with size and muscles. Holy crap! Was this a rat? It was a fucking rat? Because now he looked more a fucking gigantic furry bodybuilder! His neck had disappeared in the enormous traps that surrounded it. His shoulders were two cannonballs, huge and striated. Holy shit! His “arms” were bigger than his head, with big veins. His pecs were two mountains, which blocked his view of his midsection. Speaking of his midsection… eight… his abs were eight fucking “boulders”! And his legs looked like tree trunks! I was speechless in front of this display. I expected anything except that. But the result of the experiment was clear: it worked! Our formula was an absolute success! I couldn’t believe my eyes! Krakovski was jumping around the lab. Then the rat was on its four legs but realized that it was easier for him to stand. He looked at his arms with astonishment. Then he started to flex his body and seemed to love that because he let out a scream (which sounded more like a little roar by the way). By the way, we almost lost our specimen. When he realized he was a lot stronger, he grabbed the bars of his cage and… he stretched them, like in cartoons. We had to put him to sleep with a dart, a fucking elephant dart. I was totally stunned by what I had seen. It was so unreal, but… yeah, it was real, really real! I asked my colleague what this stuff? We were working on this project for months with no success, nothing comparable to what I had just seen. My colleague seemed very annoyed. It was a very sensitive subject with many risks, but from what he heard, they were spying on a guy for a while who was illegally working on this blue goop. He got fired and his experiments were stored somewhere in barrels. That’s when they took the opportunity to steal one of barrels. And this was the stuff we’d just used. I understood why it was sensitive: it was not authorized and probably not legal either. Honestly, if I hadn’t seen it, I would have thought it was a science fiction movie scenario… but it was not science fiction. It was working, it was fucking working! This blue goop was really a kind of muscle growth serum, and very efficient! We subdued the Hulk rat, (well, we had to shoot him with an elephant dart), and analyses of his body showed several very interesting things: he had quadrupled in volume, his muscle mass was much denser, he weighed more than a dozen pounds which was absolutely gigantic for a rat, his strength was incredibly enhanced, and he was also smarter. In brief, it was as if this rat had become the Hulk (a rat version) but kept his intelligence. It was a total success, beyond all expectations. Maybe too successful by the way. We had to put the rat in a reinforced steel cage to prevent it from escaping. It didn’t stop him from trying, but it seemed to hold (or not) … Krakovski was happy, very happy. Finally, we had results! So, we passed quickly to phase 2: experiments on a monkey that was closer to a human. We attached a monkey to an operating table. At first, we wanted to experiment on a gorilla, even closer to a human, but the results with the rat made it clear this was not a good idea. It would have been very difficult to control him. And the dose would be reduced as well. We overdosed the rat because we didn’t expect such results, but if a simple rat became so strong, what would it be like with a much larger animal? We didn’t want to take any risks. Speaking of the rat, we were surprised to discover the reinforced metal cage with the bars spread out and, obviously, no rat inside. He fooled us. I’m not kidding! On the surveillance cameras we saw he was perfectly capable of bending his reinforced cage. He just had to struggle a little more, but it was relatively easy. Fuck! I think I wouldn’t be able to bend them! Defeated by a rat… what a disgrace! And that was not all. We found what appeared to be a tunnel in the wall that was dug with its bare feet! Great! Now we had a fucking Hulk rat in the wild. I pity the cat that crosses his path: he might have a hard time. Despite this escape, the first test was a total success. Which meant that we would continue testing. So we did it with a monkey and the experiment was a success again. Now we had a super monkey that could lift 10 times his weight. We reintroduced him to the gorilla enclosure and I was told he knocked out the chief with a single punch. He now spent his time lifting tree trunks much bigger than him and… *hem hem* doing you know what with the females. After this second success, Doctor Krakovski wanted to continue to phase 3: human experiments. He wanted the most perfect specimen possible to see how far he could push the limits. We chose fashion models because those guys were genetically lucky and, statistically, we had a better chance of finding the perfect test subject. It was easy to get a spy into the fashion world because I sometimes did their photography. And I had also been lucky: piercing brown eyes, a nice jawline, a fit muscular body. This nice body allowed me to round out my experience with modeling. Since I knew that world, they sent me there to find our test subject. And that’s how I found myself walking the runway one day, when suddenly, on my way back to the stage, I saw someone beautiful. The most beautiful man I ever saw in my life! Usually, we’re supposed to remain impassive, but it was impossible to resist. I had to watch him. And he did the same. Honestly, I believe our hearts began to beat as one from that moment. After the show I couldn’t get his face out of my head. Then a hand rested on my shoulder followed by a “Hey.” It was the sexiest voice I’d ever heard, a very manly voice. I turned around and instantly melted: it was him. “I met you on the stage, very nice show,” he said smiling. Oh fuck… oh fucking fuck, this smile… is it possible to make a more beautiful smile than this? Perfect white teeth, perfect lips. Craaaap! I swallowed, trying to regain my composure, but I couldn’t stand up to this angel. “Th…thanks. But I was nothing compared to you.” He laughed. Holy shit! Even his laugh was perfect. At one point I thought I was dreaming; it couldn’t be possible. We went to my dressing room. I was getting hotter and hotter, and I think he was too. We talked for several minutes, pretending nothing was happening, but we could not take our eyes off each other. We felt it, both of us, but neither dared to take the first step. Then he fell silent, and I did the same. We were looking at each other, hear only the sound of our own breathing. Finally, he stood up and slowly walked towards me. I did the same. We found ourselves face to face, we looked at each other in silence, then he put his mouth forward and I did same. The wait seemed interminable, and yet it lasted a second and when our lips touched each other there was a flood of emotion. I ran my hand through his hair while he was caressing my body. I started to cry. I never felt anything like that. It was… indescribable. Then he broke the kiss, looked me into eyes, wiped my tears, smiled, and said: “I didn’t introduce myself… I’m Leo.” “Ryan,” I replied. And we resumed our kissing. I will never forget that night. I knew Leo was the perfect test subject. But what would he say? He would probably reject me if I told him the truth and then I didn’t know if he would like it. And above all, now I didn’t want to lose him. A few days passed, Krakovski became impatient, and apparently the higher-ups were getting impatient. Results were needed, and fast. I was more and more torn. I was the happiest man with Leo and never wanted it to end, but at the same time I couldn’t help but imagine him shouting while bulking up, muscle mass popping up everywhere. Fuuuuuck, the idea was so hot! But I was resigned that it would never happen; it would simply remain my ultimate fantasy. That’s what I thought until this evening. We were watching the first Captain America movie, and we were at the scene where Steve becomes Captain America. While he was shouting during his growth, I could hear Leo panting. He said, “Oh fuck, if only it could work like that in real life, it would be great, so fucking great! I would love to be in his shoes!” I raised my head, stunned by his statement. “What?” I asked. “Yeah, just imagine, you’re all frail and suddenly boom, you grow and grow and grow and become one of the most powerful men. It would be so fucking enjoyable!” I was totally stunned by what I was hearing. He loved that idea? Really? Maybe it was time to tell him. “Hey, don’t take me seriously. It’s just a movie. A muscle growth serum that transforms you into a super soldier? It doesn’t exist, unfortunately,” he sighed. Really? Oh Leo, you would be surprised! “And… if it wasn’t a movie, would you like to test it?” I asked. “What? Why are you asking this question, Ryan?” He looked a bit confused. “I know, it’s a weird question—but if it wasn’t a movie, would you like to participate in that kind of experiment?” “Ryan… it’s just a movie,” he said, not understanding why I asked. “Please, my love, answer,” I said. “Y…Yeah, of course I would. Who wouldn’t want to try that?” “You know… sometimes reality exceeds fiction,” I said. “What? What do you mean, Ryan?” “You know I work for a laboratory. Well, we’re working on a project, a top-secret project, and in fact we… created a super soldier serum.” “W-w-what? Are you kidding me?” asked Leo, not knowing if I was joking or not. “No, Leo, I’m serious. And, no offence, but the super soldier serum in this movie is crap compared to ours. The effects are much more significant with ours” “A-Are… are you really serious?” “Yeah, I know it hard to believe, but it’s the truth. Come here, I want to show you a video.” I showed Leo the recording of our first little test subject, the lab rat. Leo’s eyes almost popped out of their sockets when he saw the rat grow. “WTF?? But… but…” he said, totally stunned. “Haha, I told you ours was much better,” I replied. “What? Did you see these arms? Holy shit! They were bigger than his head, and his pecs, daaaaamn! And his abs, look at those abs! He... he had an eight-pack! Holy shit!!” “So, it seems a little more credible to you now?” I said, smiling a bit. “Honestly, I can’t believe it, but holy shit!!” I felt it was time to tell him the truth, perhaps it was a mistake, but I wanted to be honest with him. “Leo… to be honest, I was present at the fashion show mainly to… to… to find our test subject…” “Your… test subject?” “Well… we successfully experimented with this serum on animals, but now we need to experiment on… a human. And…” “You’re suggesting that I be this test subject, aren’t you?” I swallowed. Shit, I was dreading his answer. “Well, not exactly. My supervisor sent me to find the most perfect test subject. That’s why we focused on the fashion world. Yeah, you would be the perfect test subject but…” “But?” he interrogated. “But I really fell in love with you. I didn’t lie about that. I love you. I love you so much. That’s more important than anything. I don’t want you to think that I was manipulating you, or risk that this offer would scare you away, but I feel guilty about lying to you.” My eyes were wet, I was worried. Leo was looking at me with no expression. Shit, he’ll leave me, that’s for sure. Shit! Why does it have to be like this? Why does it have to be… “Well… where do I sign?” said Leo. “Huh?” I said, stunned. “Where do I sign?” he repeated, smiling. “B-but… you’re not angry?” “Angry? Are you kidding me? It’s a fucking fantasy come true! Obviously, I accept!” he replied, overjoyed. “B-but… Leo, do you understand the changes? I mean, it wouldn’t be just few extra pounds! You would be a fucking titan, the most powerful, tallest, most muscular man in the world! So yes, it’s fucking exciting but… what about fashion shows? You would probably not be a model again. Never again! Your life will change forever. Are you sure you want to do this?” “Fuck all that, Ryan! You’re offering me a chance to realize a dream I thought was unattainable. As for fashion shows, it was just a way to earn money. I don’t care if I can’t do it anymore. And…” “Yeah?” I asked. “My life already changed forever the day I met you,” replied Leo. “Leo…” I couldn’t stop myself from shedding a tear. Yeah, he was right: our life had definitely changed that day. He smiled and wiped my tears and started to kiss me. I placed my hand on his back and slowly removed his shirt. Two minutes later we were lying in bed, naked, caressing each other’s bodies. And a few minutes after that I was moving back and forth while Leo was moaning. I loved him so much. After we had sex, I called my supervisor. He was happy, relieved, and could not wait. The experiment would be scheduled for tomorrow. When I told Leo, he exploded with joy. “Wow! I can’t wait until tomorrow!” Leo was like a kid before Christmas. I had a little trouble sleeping, partly because we spent the evening “expressing our feelings,” but personally I had another feeling. I looked at Leo, the Leo I fell in love with. Tomorrow evening, this Leo would no longer exist. The next day when we arrived at the lab, Leo couldn’t believe his eyes. “Whoa! It’s like in the movies! A super ultra-secret lab!” To be honest, yeah, it looked like in the movies. “Well, well, who is this? The lucky one?” I recognized his accent: Doctor Krakovski. “Doctor, this is Leo. Leo, this is Doctor Krakovski.” “Nice to meet you, Doctor!” said Leo. “I am the one who is delighted,” replied the Doctor. Honestly, I had the impression that he was seeing Leo more as his “test subject” than as a human. “So, when do we start?” asked Leo, all excited. “Settle down, hahaha, we are preparing, but you will have to undergo some tests first,” replied Krakovski. “Some tests?” I asked, a bit worried. “Don’t worry, Ryan, we just need to measure his performance before the experiment and make sure he doesn’t have any health problems. As you know, it won’t be pleasant.” Yeah, I remembered very well the rat and the monkey yelling while they were growing. Imagining my Leo in that situation in few hours was disturbing. But I didn’t force him, I respected his choice. And I won’t deny that imagining him with 300 pounds of extra muscle was… fucking hot! They put him through a series of tests of strength, stamina, resistance, etc. Finally, we were ready for the next phase. “Damn! I can’t believe that this will happen!” said Leo, clearly excited. “You’re not afraid?” I said, a bit worried about something going wrong. “Man, I’m like Steve Rogers, and very soon I will be Captain America. No, I’m not scared. On the contrary, I’m impatient!” “Ready Leo?” asked Doctor Krakovski. “Oh, fuck yeah, I’m ready!” replied Leo. “Follow me,” said the Doctor. We walked to a part of the complex I had never been to, probably because I didn’t have the required level of clearance. In the room there was a glass tank probably 12 feet high. Leo was led inside wearing only his black boxer briefs. There were several types of cable and scientists were attaching them to his arms and legs. “Very nice test subject. You have chosen well, Ryan,” said Krakovski. “Hem… thanks Doctor.” I was a bit disturbed that he was talking about Leo like a test subject, not like a human, but I knew that Doctor Krakovski was a man you could trust. “Tell me, it seems that you are close. Am I wrong?” asked the Doctor. Arf, he noticed… “Hem, well… yes… in a way,” I replied, a bit embarrassed. “Don’t worry, Ryan, everything will be fine,” he replied. “Yeah, don’t worry, you’ll get your wife back, hahahaha!” said a mocking voice. I recognized the voice, but unlike Krakovski who was a respectable man, I had no respect for this bastard, Kenny. He had been there for a few months, but we didn’t really know how he got there. Even the doctor seemed annoyed by his presence, and it didn’t take long to realize that he was a big bastard. “Shut up, Kenny!” I said, a bit angry. “Please keep it to yourself, Thompson,” replied Krakovski. Kenny grumbled before shutting up. “Doctor Krakovski, we are ready,” said one of scientists who was attaching cables to Leo. “Very well… Leo, are you ready? You can talk with us through the mask, you will be heard, even after the tank is filled.” “Yes!” replied Leo, excited. “Very well, close the tank and fill it,” said the Doctor. The glass front rose slowly to the top of the tank. Leo was totally locked in his glass prison. “Glass? Isn’t it a bit fragile?” I asked. “It’s a special glass, ultra-reinforced. You could shoot it with a shotgun several times and it wouldn’t break. And it’s glass because it allows us to better analyze the experience.” Suddenly water began to flow from below to fill the tank. The water quickly reached Leo’s knees, then his waist, then his chest, and finally he was totally immersed. He was floating in the center of the tank, held by the cables attached to his legs and arms. “Are you okay, Leo? Can you breathe? Are you feeling well?” “Very well! But… I don’t feel any changes,” he said a bit disappointed. “Hahaa, don’t be so impatient, Leo, it is only water for the moment. The experiment hasn’t started yet, but we have to make sure everything is okay,” replied Krakovski. To the control center he said, “Confirm that his vital signs are okay?” “Yes, Doctor,” said one of scientists. “Perfect! So, we are entering the second phase. Set the power to 20%.” As soon as the control center activated, a whirring sound was heard, and we saw the blue serum mixing with the water. “Ooooh oooOoOoOOOOoooh.. it… it feels… weird,” said Leo. “Aaaaaah! it… it tingles… nnnnngggghhhh… everywhere, all over my body!” The water took on a bluish hue as more and more serum was injected into the tank. “Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhh! Oh god!! It’s nnnnnnggghhhhhhhh burning so much!” Leo had his eyes wide open. His body was pumped and… yes, I could see it, I could see his body was slowly growing! “Oh fuck!! I can feel it!! It’s starting! Oh my god it’s really starting!! It’s…” Suddenly, the growth accelerated. “Aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh!!” Leo started to shout. In a mere ten seconds his body already looked like he spent his life in a gym: his shoulders were rounding, his biceps were becoming small muscle balls, his pecs emerged from his chest to become muscle hills, his abs were digging in, changing from small bumps to boulders, his back was widening, clearly making a V-shape, his legs were growing, his quads divided into muscle valleys. I didn’t mention his crotch, but his package had clearly grown too! Wow! Now he looked like a bodybuilder! Damn—in a few seconds Leo showed results that would have taken 2-3 years to build in the gym. I was fucking hard. I tried to hold back, but it was fucking impossible! He was beyond perfection now; I couldn’t look away! Leo was not only more muscular, but he was also becoming taller! He was probably more than 6’3” now! “Aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh aaah aaah…?? Oh shit, it’s going up again!! Aaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrggggghhhhhhhhh!!” This time he was inflating like a balloon! His shoulders were becoming cannonballs. His traps emerged and were surrounding his neck. His pecs… well, they looked more like basketballs. Each brick of his ultra-ripped six-pack exploded and became as big as my fist. There was no doubt that I would break my knuckles on abs like that! His lats were widening so much he was now twice the width of his waist at the shoulders! His legs were becoming fucking tree trunks, with a network of veins. And holy shit! He was gigantic! Probably near 7 feet!! The skinny Leo I knew had already disappeared. He was a fucking muscular giant! And it was just the beginning. I knew he would be more, much more. “Doctor Krakovski, we reached 20%.” “Very well.” He took the intercom. “So, Leo, how do you feel?” “Oh fuck! It’s… it’s… awesome!!” His voice had already changed a lot, it was deeper, louder. “Excellent. Do you feel able to continue?” “What? Did you need to ask? Of course, continue! Send the sauce, Doctor!” Even his behavior had changed. He seemed arrogant, narcissistic even, but frankly, who wouldn’t be in this situation? “Very well!” Krakovski turned off the intercom and said to the scientist: “Increase it to 50%.” “Yes Sir!” The roar of the tank increased, the water became even bluer, and above it all we heard a voice, or rather a scream, a deep scream. “Oh, fuck yes! It’s starting again!! Aaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrggggggghhhhhhh !!” It was totally insane, the growth got completely carried away. Leo was growing and growing and growing!! “Aaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrggggggghhhhhhh hahahahahaha aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh oooooh fuuuuuuuuuuuccckkkkkkk!! Bigger!! Hahahaha yes bigger!!” Holy shit!! Leo was literally exploding with muscle! His traps engulfed his neck. His shoulders were becoming planetoids. His arms were much bigger than my head, his forearms were almost bigger than my legs. Leo roared while his pecs exploded, blocking his view of his incredibly hard six-pack and… wait, wait! “Nnnnnnnngggghhhhhh!!” The first row was swelling and… Holy shit! “Aaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgggggggggggggghhhhhhhhh!!” Leo roared like hell as the row exploded out of his stomach, almost doubling in size and… crap! “Nnnnnnnngggghhhhhh!! Aaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgggggggggggggghhhhhhhhh!!” The second did the same and… “Nnnnnnnngggghhhhhh!! Aaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgggggggggggggghhhhhhhhh!!” And the third! Holy fucking shit! His abs were bigger than my two fists together and… wait… wait! “Nnnnnnnnnnnnggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgggggggggghhhhhhhhhhh!!” Holy shit! A fourth popped up from nowhere, a fourth row! He had an eight-pack!! He had a fucking eight-pack!! And what an eight-pack!! It would not surprise me if it could stop a car!! His back, holy fuck his back!! It was more than double the width of his height. Holy crap!! It would become as wide as a double bed! “Oooooooohhhhh fuuuuuuuuck!! My legs!! Hhahahahaha yes more!! Moooooooaaaarrrrr !!” His legs were now bigger than tree trunks! He would be unable to see his feet because his quads were too fucking big!! Ah yeah, obviously… his boxers did not hold. They were totally torn apart by the monster inside. And fucking hell, what monster!! The thing was bigger than my arm!! I swallowed hard as I imagined this gigantic thing penetrating me. I think I’m going to need more than one jar of Vaseline now… I was shaking and… cumming, and maybe drooling, because to tell the truth my mind was elsewhere. I didn’t even try to resist any more, it was just impossible. I knew he was going to be impressive, but not that impressive. Leo was just monstrous: monstrously large, monstrously big, monstrously muscular, monstrously tall. Leo was… 9 fucking feet tall!! His strength must be insane!! “We reached 50%,” said one of scientists. I don’t know what amazed me more, the fact that this fucking titan was my “skinny” boyfriend of yesterday, or that this fucking titan was only at 50%?? Krakovski took again the intercom. “Well, Leo, how do you feel now?” “How do I feel doctor?? Hahaha are you kidding me?? Look at me doc, look at me!! I’m a fucking muscle god!! And fuck! I love that, I love that so much!!” Krakovski seemed to be thinking. “I must admit that I didn’t expect you to react so well to the serum. You’re really an ideal test subject. Too good for me to pass up this opportunity. Logically, we should stop now, but you’re only at 50% of the maximum potential of the current serum. If you agree, I would like to push it to the maximum.” “Do it!” replied Leo. “But I have to warn you, we have never pushed so far and y—” “Do it!!” replied Leo, louder. I knew what the Doctor meant to say: it could be dangerous for him if we pushed too far. So, I intervened. “Leo, it can be really dangerous and yo—” “Do it!!” shouted Leo, angry. I was shocked, he never got angry, never. I was no longer dealing with the Leo I knew. “Leo, calm down. It’s just that if you push it too far, it can be dangerous. I just don’t want to lose you!” I heard him about to get angry, but he answered me more calmly. “Don’t worry Ryan, it’s just… you can’t imagine how good it is, it’s… it’s insane!!” “I know, I can’t believe it, you… you’re so… so…” “Don’t worry Ryan, it will be fine. So do it.” replied Leo, calmly this time. “Vital signs?” asked Doctor Krakovski. “Perfect, really nothing to report.” “Well, I don’t think we will often have the opportunity to push the experiment this far. Leo, are you sure that you want to do it? I mean, really sure?” “Fuck Doc, of course I’m sure. Go ahead doc, send it all!” “Okay.” To the control center he gave the order: “Maximum power!” The roar of the tank became even louder, the color of the water quickly turned neon blue. And of course, Leo’s reaction was immediate. “Oh fuck!! Oh my god!! Aaaaaaaaahhhhhh!! Ins-gggnnnnnhhhhh-ane!! Oh shit!! Hahahahahahaha!! Look at me guys, look at me!! Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh I… I will explode, I will explooooaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrggghhhhh!!” Shit! Oh, my fucking god!! His whole body began to shake violently, and I could see his muscles growing at a crazy pace, much more than previously. “Aaaaahhhhhhhhh hahahahahahaha aaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrghhhhhhhhhhhhh mooooooooaaaaarrrrrr !!” His thundering voice echoed throughout the lab. It was difficult to describe his growth because it was beyond comprehension. He was already gigantic but now he was titanic! Suddenly his dick exploded. His cannon shot huge white load after huge white load. The transparent blue water quickly became a milky blue. He was shooting again and again and again and again. Quickly the entire water tank was mixed with his cum, so much so that he was no longer visible. Even the cameras inside were drowned in the milky liquid. Though we couldn’t see him, we could hear him… and even without seeing it, the sound was enough to imagine what was happening inside the tank. “Aaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrgggggggggggggghhhhhhhhh aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh oh fuck aaaaaaaaaaahhhhh hahahahahaha yes yeeeeeessss!! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh !! Gggnnnnnnnhhhhhhhhhh oh shit my… my traps!! They are so fucking huge…aaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrggggghhhhhhhh!! Shit, my shoulders are exploding hahahahahah!! Ooooooooh fuck!! My-aaaaaaaaaahhhhh… My arms!! They were growing, they were… Aaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrgggghhhhhhhhhhh!! Gnnnnnnnhhhhh!! Oh fuck, my… My pecs, they’re-aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh!! Gnnnnnnhhhhhhhh!! Oh fuck! My abs are on fire!! They’re going to explode, I can feel it, I-aaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrggggghhhhhhhh-aaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrggggghhhhhhhh-aaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrggggghhhhhhhh-aaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrggggghhhhhhhh…aaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrggggghhhhhhhh!! Nnnnnnngggggggggggaaaaaaaahhhhhh!! My…my legs, they’re becoming gnnnnnhhhhhhhh wider than sequoias!! God, I can feel them rubbing against each other!! Oooooooooooooooooohhhhhhh!! My… my back, I-I…I’m getting wider… hahahaha yes!! Oh, fuck yes!!” I must mention that his voice became deeper and deeper as he cried out. It was too much for me and I completely flooded my pants, shooting load after load after load. “Scan the tank with the infrared ray!” shouted Krakovski. “I want to see what the situation is!” But suddenly, over Leo’s heavy grunts and moans we heard another sound. *criiiiiiiiic criiiiiiiiiiiiic* What the…?? It was like a cracking sound. I looked carefully at the glass tank and I saw small cracks. “What the hell? Doctor… didn’t you say it was ultra-reinforced glass?” “Yes, but even his screams shouldn’t cause that, I-I don’t understand!” “Doc.. Doctor Krakovski, you… you should see this!” said one of scientists, clearly panicked. Krakovski approached the screen, and when he saw it, his face turned white and he shouted, “Holy shit!” He had never sworn like that, I had to see what caused this reaction. When I saw the screen, my jaw dropped and my eyes popped out of their sockets: on the screen I saw Leo’s form, but he was curled up because he was taller than the tank! And what was causing the cracks were not his screams but… his shoulders were pushing against the glass. Leo was simply becoming too big for the tank!! I could only make some guttural sounds of surprise. We knew he would get huge, but not that much! “Hahahahahahahaha yes bigger!! Bigger!! Biiiiigggggggeeeeeeeerrrrrrr!!” shouted Leo. The glass cracked more and more; jets of water appeared. The cracking continued for several more seconds, covering the entire surface with cracks until suddenly… *crrrrrrrrraaaaaaaaaaacccccccckkkkkkkkk!* With a loud sound of breaking glass, water invaded the lab. But what held my attention was the titanic shape in the tank: 12 feet tall, probably more than 7 feet wide, and weighing several tons. It was Leo. My Leo, the one who, until a few hours ago, would have posed for a model magazine. Now, I didn’t think he would fit through any door, in height or width. Yes, he could obviously get through a door, but only by destroying the entire wall in the process. It was indescribable: traps like mountains surrounding his neck, shoulders several times bigger than my head, fucking gigantic arms - one of those monsters would be heavier than me! - enormous forearms with a lot of veins, gigantic hands, planetoid pecs, hiding his view of his… two… four… six… eight… t-t-ten? Ten fucking bricks of abs!! Each one was almost as big as my head. His V-line was so cut that it had to be carved with an axe, with a network of enormous veins leading to his crotch! Legs… no, sorry, I mean fucking sequoias! They were so huge I could hide behind one of them! Not to mention his cock! My arm looked pathetic compared to his dick! My body was shaking, I couldn’t believe it! He left the tank and took a few steps. I swear I felt the ground shake! He smiled a little and then… Fffuuuuuuuuuuuuccccckkkkkkkkkkk yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh!! Oh my god, hahahahaha!!” His screams resonated through the whole lab. The walls shook! “Awesome!” he said in a very deep voice while flexing his gigantic biceps. Holy shit! Those mountains had to be 2 or 3 times bigger than my head!! And the main vein was thicker than two of my fingers! He would have more strength in his little finger than in my whole body! “Too bad it’s already over. I wouldn’t have minded a few more feet!” A few more feet? Leo, holy shit dude, you’re already fucking gigantic! I approached him, amazed, excited but at the same time a bit terrified by so much power. “L-L-Leo?” I said with a shaking voice. “Fuck, Ryan, it was even better than all my fantasies!” he said while flexing his enormous muscles. “Hahaha, you’re so small now!” Indeed, I barely reached the bottom of his abs, abs that were almost as big as my head, by the way. “Leo, I must say that I didn’t expect such a result!” said Doctor Krakovski. “Me neither!” replied Leo, smiling, and flexing his incredible ten-pack. “Would you agree to retake some tests, Leo?” asked Krakovski. “And if I refuse, what are you going to do?” Leo laughed. “Hem… eh….” Krakovski seemed a bit embarrassed, knowing he was powerless. “I’m kidding, Doctor, hahahaha! I’m also keen to test my new abilities. But—” “But?” asked the Doctor, a bit worried. “It will take something heavier than 200 pounds. Hahahaha!” “Hem, yeah, clearly…” replied Krakovski. As he was leaving the lab, Leo accidentally enlarged the entrance. “Oops!” said Leo before adding, “You will have to adapt your doors, Doc, they’re a bit narrow, hahahaha!” Nobody said anything. We moved to the test room, or rather to a hangar. I was wondering why, but when we are arrived, I understood why. In the middle of the hangar there was… a fucking Panzer VII tank! Holy shit! “Eh, Doc, are you serious?” I asked. “A Panzer VII tank? Don’t you think that’s a bit much?” “Probably, but the objective is not to lift it, but to see if he can put it out of action.” “Ah, finally, a challenge!” replied Leo, cracking his knuckles. “Leo, I want you to put this tank out of action, understood?” said Krakovski. “Understood, Doc!” replied Leo. He approached the cannon, grabbed it, and with loud creaking sounds he bent the cannon all the way back to the hatch. Holy shit!! I was stunned by the titanic strength he had now! “Very well, now we can pass to the next—” “I haven’t finished,” said Leo. “Er… I think it’s done in, isn’t it?” said Krakovski, a bit surprised. “No, no, I haven’t finished,” said Leo one more tim. Then he placed his hands below the tank. Wait… wait! He-he’s not going to try to do what I think? “Gnnnnnnnnhhhhhhhhaaaaarrrrrrrrggggggahhhhhhhhhh!!” His face turned red and… …!! God-fucking-damn- it!! He lifted the front of the tank… he lifted the front of the tank!! “D-Doc-Doctor Krakovski?” I asked, stuttering. “Y-yes?” said the Doctor, also stunned. “H-how much does that thing w-weigh?” “9-9-99 short tons…” My face froze. Did he just say… 99 fucking short tons?? I swallowed hard. I expected Leo would get stronger… but not that much stronger!! “Leo, we can pass to the next—” said Krakovski. “I said I’m not finished!” shouted Leo, a bit angry. “But—” “Gggnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh!!” Leo strained and suddenly… I almost fainted - little by little he raised the tank… above his head!! And it was not the only surprise he had in store for us… “Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!” He squeezed the tank and after few seconds the metal began to bend!! I couldn’t believe my eyes: Leo was lifting and bending a fucking tank!! The doctor was as stunned as I was. “Fuck, yeah! Hahahahahahahahahahahaha!!” shouted Leo. On his face there was a strange smile, an expression of pure lust: he clearly loved this. When he was finished the tank was a heap of crumpled metal. “There, I’m finished!” he said while flexing his monumental biceps. “So, Doc, am I strong enough for you?” The Doctor and I were speechless. This was much more than we had imagined. “Let’s move on to the resistance test.” A soldier appeared with a gun. His eyes widened as he passed the tank’s carcass. “Wait, Doc, are you going shoot him?” I asked, a bit worried. “Don’t worry, Ryan, it has rubber bullets.” The soldier shot and, no surprise, it had no effect on Leo. “Well, are we doing this test or not?” asked Leo, impatient. “But… that was the test,” replied Krakovski. “That? Are you kidding me, Doc?” Leo looked at the soldier. “Hey you! You have an M16, right? Shoot me for real!” Wh—? He was serious? Leo, fuck, it’s a fucking M16! I took the intercom. “L-Leo… I don’t think that’s a very good id—” “Shoot me!” shouted Leo, angry. The soldier seemed a bit panicked. “Doc-Doctor… wh-what should I do?” “Do what he said.” What the hell? “Whenever you’re ready,” said Leo, smiling while flexing his abs. Shaking, the soldier took his M16 and aimed at Leo. A few seconds passed. “Do it,” said Leo in a very low voice. But nothing happened. “Do it!” he said, a bit louder. Still nothing. “Do it!” he shouted. I don’t know if it was from surprise or fear, but the soldier fired a burst. I froze, expecting to see him fall to the ground, injured but… he smiled. The soldier looked down and picked up one of the spent bullets. “Do-Doc… it-it’s completely… crushed!” “Hehehe!” smiled Leo. “Now empty your clip.” “Do what he said,” replied the Doc. During the next minute hundreds of bullets were shot at Leo who just smiled. Finally, the clip was empty. “Okay, I must admit it tickles a little bit, hahahaha!” Again, we were totally speechless. All the bullets were crushed, all of them! Not one had been effective. They were all crushed. “You see, dude, that is why you have to work your abs, hahahaha!” Leo rubbed his ten-pack. The soldier swallowed hard, petrified. The doctor looked slightly pale. “Okay, let’s go to speed test…” We went out onto a long track where a circuit had been made, and there was a race car. “Okay Leo, the goal will be to overtake this car while it is at full speed.” “No problem! Nobody can beat me in a race!” The car started and ran at full speed. “Ready, Leo? … Go!” Leo started to run, quickly, very quickly, but not enough for to overtake the car. “How fast does the car go?” I asked. “Up to 200 mph, maybe more,” replied the Doc. Holy shit! I knew he was now superhuman, but still… 200 mph for a human, that’s… insane. And indeed, Leo was not able to overtake the car. Well, that’s what we thought… “It’s a shame, I was hoping he would be able to-” said the Doc “Well, the warm-up is over!” said Leo when he passed in front of us. “What? The… warm-up?” we replied at same time. Suddenly, Leo accelerated… I mean he really accelerated and… holy fucking shit! He was catching the car! He was catching the car!! And the kicker was, he didn’t stop there—no, he continued to run until he caught up to it a second time! Holy shit! I couldn’t believe it… this was insane. He was closer to the Hulk’s specs rather than Captain America! They performed several more tests with Leo, who passed all of them with flying colors. Doctor Krakovski was ecstatic. “It is a total success; a complete success, hahahahahaha!! Finally, they will respect my experiments after this!” I think he didn’t expect this. “That will be all for today, we have arranged a room for you, Leo, adapted to your size,” said the Doc. “Perfect! … Ryan?” said Leo. “Yeah?” “Can you wait for me in the other room for a few minutes, I have to talk with the Doc.” “Talk with the Doc? But why?” I asked, intrigued. “Please,” replied Leo. “Okay, I’ll wait for you.” “Thanks,” replied Leo. I wondered what he had to ask him, but it didn’t matter. I went to the room and… holy crap! Yeah, it was adapted to Leo’s size: the door was more than two times taller and wider, and the bed was bigger than a king size bed. I felt like an ant in the room of a giant. Ten minutes later I heard Leo coming, or rather I felt it: I could feel the vibrations caused by his footsteps. Then he entered in the room while reflexively bending down a little. “Hahahaha! No, you’ll not destroy this one! They have planned for everything now,” I joked. “So much better! Even though I love destroying walls, hahaha,” he replied. My eyes were magnetized to the incredible man standing in front of me. I had never seen anything so beautiful. I was still struggling to realize that yeah, this fucking insanely muscular titan was Leo, the guy I was fucking this morning, the one who had a fit body. And now, in front of me, was a fucking titan 12 feet tall, at least 7 feet wide, weighing several tons of pure muscle, who could overtake a car, had the strength to lift and crush a tank, and abs that could stop bullets. His naturally tanned skin made him look incredibly hotter. I was almost sweating just from looking at him. Yeah, this monstrous force of nature was… my boyfriend! “Oh fuuuuuuukkk! I will never get used to this sight!” I said, noticing that precum was already oozing from my dick that was totally hard. “And I don’t think I’ll ever get used to this body,” said Leo, smiling while flexing his gigantic biceps. Oh fuck! That was already too much for me, and I shot load after load. “You can’t imagine how I felt in the tank… it was so… so indescribable! I felt myself getting bigger and stronger and bigger and stronger, each second was more intense than the previous one. Even the best orgasm is nothing compared to that sensation! It was insane! Thank you, Ryan, thank you for giving me this opportunity. You will be rewarded very soon, I assure you!” Oh, I was already rewarded, Leo! And speaking of orgasms, I was having one repeatedly. Drool was pouring out of my mouth. Leo turned and saw me. “You like this, don’t you?” He flexed his monumental biceps. “Oh, fuck yes, I like it!” I replied while drooling more. “You want to feel them, don’t you?” “Yes!” “And lick them?” “Yes!” “Okay, do you want me to join you in bed?” I couldn’t say a word, I was just panting as I shot load after load. Leo walked towards the bed. I moved to avoid being crushed by the behemoth. I felt the ground shake with each of his footsteps. Leo laid down on the bed and… *crrrrraaaaaaaaaaaaaccccckkkkk* The bed was in pieces… “Grrrr—adapted to me, my ass! Adapted to my size perhaps, but adapted to my weight, absolutely not!” Leo looked over at me. “So, Ryan, what are you waiting for, hahahah? This body is yours, all yours!” I think I broke the world record for undressing. I almost tore my clothes off! I approached Leo, shaking with lust, drooling like hell, and obviously cumming. This was so perfect I was sure I would wake up next to “skinny” Leo. This was too good to be true, really, way too good! My hand was approaching his chest. His skin radiated an extraordinary warmth. Finally, I touched him! Holy shit! My dick went into automatic fire mode, I was panting like never before, worse than a dog, and I had a stream of drool dripping from my lip. His skin was hot and hard, fucking hard, insanely hard! I felt like I was touching rock. I started to climb the monster, clinging to his abs. I had to go up a little farther to pass his enormous pecs until I finally reached his head. I was barely half his size! I started to kiss him while clinging to his traps. There was plenty to hold on to! It was a bit weird. His lips were too big compared to mine. It was like kissing a giant. In fact, I was kissing a giant! Instantly I felt tears on my cheek. My hands caressed his body everywhere, again and again and again. After several minutes of pure frenzy, I broke the kiss, looked at Leo and said, “Fuck me! Leo, I want you to fuck me!” I knew he was a lot bigger than me, but I wanted him to fuck me. It was an irresistible desire! I wanted to be dominated, to be fucked by this titan! Leo stroked my hair and smiled. He said “Honestly, I would like it so much but… if we try anything now, I will crush you like an egg. We will find a solution quickly, don’t worry!” “I don’t know if I can hold out any longer,” I said, so impatient. “But even if I can’t fuck you now… well… worshipping me is strongly recommended!” he said with a malicious smile. Oh fuck! That was all it took to put me in a trance. Don’t worry, it will be a pleasure to worship you, Leo! My hands were everywhere, feeling his huge traps, his titanic striated shoulders, his gigantic pecs. Then I noticed Leo was almost twice as tall as me and I was lying on him so that my crotch was on his ten-pack. I could feel my dick rubbing against the enormous muscle bricks. Perfect! Without hesitation I wedged my cock in the deep central crevice. Awwwwww, it was so tight! I could feel his enormous boulder abs compressing my dick! Then I started moving it back and forth… Oh fuck! Shit! Oh crap! Oh my god! Insane! It was so… insanely good!! I cried with joy. Never had sex felt so fucking good! Leo was grunting with pleasure and sometimes stroked my hair with his huge hands. He could grab my entire head with only one hand. And I could feel him, I could feel his titanic strength. Slightly too much pressure would break all my bones. I felt a little sorry for him because he had to hold back while I was having the best sex. While I was licking his enormous pecs my mouth reached his nipple and I instinctively began to suck it. The effect was immediate. “Ggggggggrrrrooooooooooooooaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!!” roared Leo with pleasure. “Don’t… d-don’t d-do…it-it’s so-so sen-sensitive—” he said, stuttering. So sensitive? Hehehe, here is a gift, honey! I sucked stronger. “Oh shit!! Aaaaaaaaaahhhhh!! It’s so good! Don’t…” Then suddenly he stopped. “No…no, continue… I’m tired of trying to hold back! Let’s go Ryan, suck me! Suck me stronger! Let’s go Ryan! Do it, hahahahaha!!” No need to tell me twice, Leo! I started to suck and lick like never before! Oh god, it was a dream, it was a fucking living dream! I was in pure ecstasy, crying with joy, cumming non-stop, and sucking/licking my boyfriend. “Oooooooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhh fffffffffffffuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuucccccccccccckkkkkkkkkkk!!” roared Leo. Okay, I wasn’t the only one who was in ecstasy. Leo was shouting and grabbing things that he reduced to dust with his superhuman strength. “Gggggnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!! Soooo gooooooood!! Aaaaaahh… Oh fuck, oh fucking fuck I-I…I’m going to…t-to explode!” I was so absorbed I didn’t notice that Leo’s dick was as hard as ever and ready to shoot! I stopped, raised my eyes, and looked at Leo. “Oh man! That was awesome! Fortunately, you stopped because I was going to expl—” I didn’t let him finish. I dived again on his nipple and redoubled my efforts. “Ooooooooooh shiiiiiiiiiiittttt!! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh t-too m-much aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh!!” Leo began to thrash in all directions, hitting the floor with his feet, crushing anything he could reach with his hands. Hehe, yeah, the pleasure was intense! “Aaaaahhhhh!! I’m going to explode! I’m going to explode! Ohmygod I’m goinnnnnnnngggggggggggnnnnnnnhhhhhh!!” The explosion was imminent. Fortunately, Leo had good reflexes. He grabbed his dick and pointed it towards the ceiling. Finally, the floodgates opened… “Aaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrgggggghhhhhhhh!!” I had almost forgotten that my boyfriend was now a 12-foot titan, and his orgasms were no longer the same. His big loads hit the ceiling like cannonballs, and I’m not just speaking figuratively; they really looked like cannonballs being fired. If one had hit me, I don’t know what state I would be in! With each shot, pieces of plaster were falling! I swear I felt the walls shake due to his roar. Fuck, it was awesome! I was also cumming and shouting, but my shouts were drowned out by Leo’s. I came, and I came, and I came, like Leo, except that I shot a few pints while he shot enough to fill a swimming pool. I filled the central crevice of Leo’s abs with my cum. After many minutes of orgasm, calm returned. It was a deluge, there was cum everywhere! “Ha… ha… ha… ha… oh my god! You know how to worship perfectly!” said Leo in his deep voice. “Ha… ha… ha… It’s not hard when you have a boyfriend like you!” I replied. After a few minutes we started again, and again, and again. It was the hottest night of my life: constant sex until exhaustion. I started to count our orgasms but after the sixth one I stopped. Who wouldn’t be that turned on by worshipping a 12-foot ultra-muscular boyfriend? I don’t know when I fell asleep, but when I woke up my head was resting on something hard, very hard. I looked around to see a huge pec. Oh my! It wasn’t a dream. Leo was really a 12-foot titan! He was still sleeping, snoring very loudly, and I felt my whole body move up and down with his breathing. Suddenly, someone knocked at the door. “Leo? Ryan? Doctor Krakovski would like to see you—” He entered the room and… “Holy shit!” he shouted in surprise after seeing the condition of the room. There was cum everywhere, even on the ceiling, a big hole in the ceiling, the bed and furniture were crushed, there cracks in the walls… it was carnage! “Hem… w-we are awake…” I said, a bit embarrassed. Leo moaned loudly as he opened his eyes. “Good morning, my big lover! The Doc is waiting for us.” “Good morning, my little honey! I had a great night, did you?” asked Leo. “Oh yeah, it was a great night! A fucking great night!” I said happily. “Don’t worry, we’ll do it again tonight, hehehe!” he said with a strange tone, as if he was hiding something from me. “Well, I would love to do it again, but the Doc is waiting for us,” I said. I hurried to wash what I could (I stank of sex…) and to dress. Leo didn’t have anything he could fit into. We went to see Doctor Krakovski. “Good morning, Doc,” I said. “Good morning, Ryan. Sleep well?” “Hem… the night started out a bit rough…” I stuttered. “I see that…” replied the Doc. I blushed like never before. It was so embarrassing… “So… you wanted to see us?” I asked. “Yeah, follow me!” he said. We went through corridors that I had never been in before. We passed a good number of security guards. What the hell, where are we going? Finally, we arrived in another, larger lab. And what I saw made my jaw drop: in this lab there was… another fucking tank! And this one was bigger! “W-w-w-what the hell??” I shouted. “The one we used yesterday was for the first experiments. This one is more advanced, bigger, sturdier,” said Krakovski. Another tank? Bigger? Wait, does that mean he will…? “You mean, you’re going to make Leo grow again??” I was totally stunned, imagining Leo even bigger, stronger, wider. Holy crrrraaaaaaaaap! “No,” replied Krakovski. Huh? Did I hear that right? He just said… no? “No?” I asked, surprised by his answer. Leo exploded in laughter. “Hahahahahahahahaha!! Ryan… do you still not understand?” “Understand? Understand what?” “Ryan… you’re the next test subject!”

So my latest idea/story. Feed back appreciated, please leave a comment in this thread Thanks __________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Max Powers in 2020 is 90 years old. Born in 1930 he has seen the tail end of the horse and carriage used as transportation, he’s seen a global war, he’s seen a man on the moon, he watched as the internet took over the world and revolutionized everything. Max powers is also the world’s wealthiest person with an estimated net worth of 800 billion dollars. He is a father, grandfather and great grandfather. Max has lived a life most people could only dream of. Too young to join the military for World War II, he then served ten years in The Marine Corps right out of high school, ten years as a Marine at the start of the cold war, from 1948 to 1958. Stationed initially in Europe, then transferred to Japan and Korea. Shortly after retiring from The Marines, he used the contacts he made to start a new company selling products to the Military. From basic supplies to communication equipment. That business quickly flourished and led to Max investing in the burgeoning telecommunications industry. From there Max invested in new companies looking to cash in on The Space Race, aviation and the medical field. By 1975, Max Powers had reached the top ten list for wealthiest people. By 1985 he was at the top of the list and had amassed a fortune twice that of the next person on the list. From there he only grew richer, more influential, and more powerful in the business world. Max had married a beautiful woman while he was in The Marines, a longtime acquaintance from high school. They bumped into each other while Max was back home on leave. Max was shocked to see the young girl he knew in high school looking much like Jayne Mansfield, only taller, Suzie was a statuesque 5’10” and complemented Max’s 6’2” very well when she was in heels. They had four children together, two boys and two girls. Max earned enough money even early on, that his family had everything. Houses around the world, cars, the kids had toys, his wife Suzie had dresses and jewelry. His family wanted for nothing. Except their father and husband himself. Max travelled often and was usually away from home for weeks at a time. Suzie often argued with Max about his time away and always asked him to stay longer, spend time with her and the kids. Max simply said to her “I have too much work, I’ll make it up to you, I promise”. Max would lavish his family with gifts from around the world. Send them on vacations to exotic locations. But rarely spent more than two or three months time a year with his family. The time he did spend with them was precious and he did the best he could to “make things up” to them. In the end though, his kids never really knew their father, only that his business and money were more important to him. The love of his life, Suzie was a very lonely wife and mother. Yet she and Max remained faithful to each other for the 55 years they were married. She couldn’t really complain, she had a life most people could only dream of, Max was a good husband and father when he was around. Just, rarely present with his family. Suzie died in 2010 at the age of 80, Max was at her side, he too feeling the ravages of time, meant that he was home more and spent time with Suzi before she died. Now 90 years old, bound to a wheelchair, Max is weak, frail, and despite his sharp mind and mouth. He’s on Death’s door, his failing health, failing body, the end of his life is near. He’s spent the last six months looking for a new Executive Assistant. Yes, Max still works, as CEO and Chairman of Powers Inc. He still maintains control of his company and oversees the day to day. His last assistant, Pamela, had been his assistant for the last 45 years, faithful to him to the last. She died of natural causes at the age of 85, Max of course paid for everything for Pamela’s services. Gifted her family a generous amount of money and set aside ten million dollars in a trust fund for all of Pamela’s family members to use to send their children to college. Max needed a new assistant and spent as much time as he could interviewing candidate after candidate. Most of them only looking to work for him in the hopes that they would get to cash in on his death and have the prestige of having worked for him on their resume. While Max was resigned to his fate long ago, that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to go out fighting. Max was looking for someone that was intelligent, educated and had the experience to work for a high powered CEO, help him manage his company and also work his schedule to keep up with Doctor appointments, his medical needs and anything else that might come up. Enter Denise. A 35 year old professional woman. All 5’4” 120 pounds and 34F-22-32 of her. Max took his time interviewing the young woman. Mostly due to his medical needs and having to stop and rest throughout the day. Over the course of two weeks, speaking with her a total of eight days. She had an impressive background. Finished high school at 16. Finished bachelor’s degrees in biology, chemistry and physics by 24 at UC Berkeley. She completed her master’s in business by 26 at Stanford university. She spent the last ten years working at various companies in various capacities for management and executive support. Max had his company’s investigative team verify her background. All of it checked out. All of her references gave her very positive comments and both universities confirmed her degrees and GPA to be very high. As a final test, Max had Denise sign an NDA and gave her full executive access to her company. He asked her to analyze all subsidiary companies and their intellectual property and report on any IP that has potential. Max gave her one week. A week later, Denise had a 300 page report written up for him. Detailing profits and losses for every division, every subsidiary. In those reports she detailed where money had gone and how different projects, patents and departments were performing in relation to the value of their work and/or products. During her research, Denise came across several projects and patents that would interest Mr. Powers. She made an outline for each, highlighted key points and had them in different colored folders for him to review. The most interesting projects she put on top of the pile of course. “Homosapiens Supremis” was the name of the project, summary described a method of genetic enhancement that no one had ever thought of. Even with Max’s limited knowledge of bio-tech, he could tell that this was something that just needed modern technology to succeed. The project was part of a military R&D with ideas that were ahead of their time having been conceived and explored in the 70’s and 80’s and forgotten about, due to them being from acquisition companies that had long buried them as being unviable. This showed how thorough and persistent Denise was. Not even Pamela, his last assistant managed to dig deep enough for these projects to surface. After spending a week going through things. He sent instruction to the head of his biotech group to start work immediately to resurrect the project and keep all access secured to a small team with their new quantum encryption technology. If what Max read in the report from Denise, all with all the preliminary work done decades ago. This could be a revolution in medical science. Max hired the brunette busty bombshell. He knew she was the one to be his right hand. Within six months, the head of bio-tech that Max contacted had given him an update that shocked him to his core. “Sir, we have a viable process for reversing aging. The information in the records from the original scientists is revolutionary. It turned what we know of genetics on it’s head and makes so many more things possible. Whoever he was, was a geneticist beyond compare. I would like to discuss with you the process for doing our first human trial on you, Sir.” The next day, Max has the scientist and his entire genetics team and their equipment flown to his house on Mercer Island. It was another month before they were ready to start the experimental process on Max. Denise of course was with her boss every step of the way. She was curious to see how he would change, given that she had clued him into this whole idea. Maybe he could be able to walk again and live a few more years. By the end of the first week, everyone was shocked to see the changes in Max. He looked 20 years younger. He was able to walk unassisted, his hair had grown back, he was stronger and had more energy. The team of scientists and doctors were all amazed at the results. Denise was especially shocked, she felt genuinely happy for Max. He was one of the world’s greatest men and deserved to be able to accomplish so much more. Max no longer needed his wheelchair, he could eat normal food again, he didn’t need dialysis anymore.He could use the toilet on his own again. By the end of the second week, Max had again lost another 20 years to his appearance. He was absolutely loving the changes happening to him. He was dancing, he was singing, his mind was racing with all that was now possible for him. He felt better than he looked, he never felt this way at 50. He had a full head of hair again. He could run! He didn’t even feel any pain in his joints like he did 40 years ago. His time in the Marine Corps was rough on his body. But now, he felt better than ever. By the end of the third week of Max undergoing the gene therapy process... Denise had walked in on Max in the bathroom. He stood there, looking like a God. His body was nothing but pure muscle. He stood there, looking at himself in the large floor to ceiling mirror of the bathroom. Tensing his arms, then his legs, his abs, his pecs. She could see his cock slowly growing larger and larger, he was getting turned on by his own size and muscles. What started as an almost comically tented pair of posing trunks, guessing that Max was in the 8 inch neighborhood in length and about soda can in diameter when she walked in on him. His cock was now easily double in length and looked to have the same diameter as a wine bottle. His balls were the size of grapefruit and she could see them slowly swelling larger. His posing trunks having been torn through and fallen to the floor. The head was a little wider than the shaft, it was rounded at the tip and flaring out wider at the bottom. The tip was nearly touching the bottom of his pecs, it throbbed visibly with his heartbeat. Denise stared at the most massive, magnificent and powerful looking cock. No porn star had a cock like this, not even with those ridiculous prosthetics. Max took hold of his cock in his left hand, Denise noticed that his fingers could not wrap all the way around it. Max started to stroke his cock slowly, from just under the head down to the base and back up. Did he not notice her at all? Denise stood there, unable to move. Watching her boss, who in the last week had turned into the biggest, most muscular bodybuilder she had ever seen. With a shockingly huge cock to go along with his jaw dropping muscularity. Just a month ago, Max was a 90 year old wheelchair bound man practically on Death’s door. She tried to move, but her legs wouldn’t respond, it was like they were locked in place. She tried to say something, but her lips wouldn’t open. All she could do was watch as Max stroked his huge cock and curled his right arm, flexing so hard she could see his arm tremble from the exertion. His bicep was simply massive. With her straight on angle looking at his raised arm, she could see the muscle on the upper half of his arm, bulge out forwards and backwards as it was commanded to flex. “So much fucking MUSCLE!” Max exclaimed “Never in my life had I ever imagined being a bodybuilder. Now I can see the appeal. GOD DAMN!!! I’M FUCKING HUGE! … THE MUSCLE! …..THE STRENGTH!” Max let go of his cock and lowered his arm. He did the best most muscular pose he could, having seen it done before. He leaned forward, put out his left leg for balance. Then he flexed, his whole body erupted as his muscles obeyed his will and erupted into life. His muscles doubled in size, striations and veins came to life, he looked like a pro bodybuilder only bigger, better, more powerful. Denise’s eyes bulged, her jaw dropped as she watched him flex. Max kept up the flex, he stared at himself in the mirror. His cock was throbbing harder and harder, pushing up against his pecs as he leaned over. He relaxed the flex for a few moments, then flexed even harder, he roared like a beast. His heart was pounding in his chest, his cock was pounding just as hard and became painfully hard. He pushed himself more and more, flexing every muscle as hard as he could. His cock exploded, it blasted out cum like a fire hose. The first powerful shot was several seconds long. Max was still bent over flexing, pumping his muscles. He came again, the shot again several seconds long. He grunted and roared again, holding his flex as hard as he could. Staring at himself in the mirror. His cum shots arcing into the air, going farther each time until they were hitting the mirror, nearly 8 feet away. He could feel his huge balls jump and contract powerfully. Each shot made his cock surge bigger and harder. He stood there for nearly five minutes, holding the flex and cumming harder than he had ever before in his life. He finally relaxed and stood up straight. He was breathing hard, he sounded like a racehorse during a race. His torso heaved up and down, in and out with every breath. He couldn’t see himself in the mirror anymore. It was dripping with his thick cum, the consistency was like cold honey and even the thinnest layer of it was nearly opaque on the glass. He looked down, seeing his cock was still fully erect and painfully hard. Then he turned his head and looked over at Denise and smiled. “Did you enjoy the show Denise? I do have you to thank for my…”, he stopped and looked down at himself, holding his arms out in front of him a little, giving them a slight curl and a hard flex “…for my…amazing recovery from all my ailments. I’ve never felt this good before in my life! Not even when I was a strapping young man in The Marines! HAHAHAHA!” Max laughed powerfully, clearly reveling in his new body. Denise just stared at him in abject awe and a tinge of fear. “M …Muh…Max…I…I….I mean…Mister Powers! You look…” she swallowed hard “…you look INCREDIBLE!” Denise could barely tear her eyes away from Max’s massive cock to look at his muscles. But as she slowly studied every bulge, striation, separation. All she could think about was pure power. Max is the wealthiest man in the world, runs a multi-billion dollar corporation and is now the most muscular man on earth. [To be continued]