citizenies Posted March 26, 2020 Share Posted March 26, 2020 Ou a part 2 already!! Can't wait for what's to come 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mdlftr Posted March 26, 2020 Share Posted March 26, 2020 Sounds like the General has more than a hangover! Hmmmm....what WAS in that drink, anyway? The plot thickens....and so does Oscar! 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
boardman Posted March 26, 2020 Share Posted March 26, 2020 Want to see how big and strong the general will get 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
brawnygods Posted March 29, 2020 Share Posted March 29, 2020 This is great stuff! Thanks for posting! 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Vinx84 Posted April 3, 2020 Share Posted April 3, 2020 Hope to see a continuation soon 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Jtchef2 Posted April 8, 2020 Share Posted April 8, 2020 Awesome beginning!!! I can't wait to see where this story goes 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Vinx84 Posted April 10, 2020 Share Posted April 10, 2020 When the 3rd part? 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
londonboy Posted April 10, 2020 Author Share Posted April 10, 2020 3 hours ago, Vinx84 said: When the 3rd part? Soon, I promise. 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Popular Post londonboy Posted April 11, 2020 Author Popular Post Share Posted April 11, 2020 Part Three What in the hell was happening to him, thought the General. He was acting and talking as if he were a different man or a different version of himself. He sounded like some kind of aggressive wrestler on television. It registered on some level that he actually liked this new him – he felt good when he said something so out of character – but he also knew something was definitely wrong with his thoughts and words. Every time he forced himself to focus on something different or contemplated new thoughts, it never took very long for his mind to drift back to Ron’s bubbly, tight, masculine ass. Art wanted to bury his face in the deep crack and make his tongue an invasive battering ram, he wanted to put the young man over his knee and spank that hot butt until it was bright red and tender, he wanted to plow the hell out of . . . whoa, whoa, whoa – this was all out of line. He mentally snapped his body to attention and forced himself to find a locker, grab his towel and water bottle, and then turn back to his workout partner a few feet away. And there is was, again, – the big hard thing he had been struggling so much to avoid – raised toward him like a great whale breaking through the surface of the ocean. Ron was bent over tying his shoe and this made his perky huge ass the only thing the General could notice. “Sweet mother of…” the General gasped and almost stumbled forward to attack. “What was that, sir?” Ron said, standing up and turning around. “I was . . . I was . . . just saying . . . um . . . that I’m, I’m not feeling so well, Ron,” the older man started, but then the sound of material ripping interrupted his comment. “General, your shirt is tearing!” Ron exclaimed – and he immediately noticed he had revealed too much excitement in his voice. “What the fuck,” Art said as he looked down to notice what was happening. First, it was the sleeves of his t-shirt – they just simply split, right over his biceps. Packed muscles basically became too big to be contained. The tears started slowly, but loudly, and then the material just ripped all the way up to the main part of the shirt. White, hard muscle was revealed in the same way some astounding opera set was unveiled when the curtain parted. The General’s arms simply became too big for his puny shirt. Ron was beyond excited. He knew exactly what was happening. “Damn, no wonder everything felt so tight. This shirt has just gotten too flimsy because of way too many washings. Look at that, it basically just disintegrated. It was one of my favorites, too. It’s too torn to salvage any of it. Did you bring an extra shirt, Ron?” “Um . . . yes sir. I did, sir,” the stunned assistant said, turning to reach back down into his bag and revealing his perky butt, again, to the unsuspecting General. “Fucking A, you gotta warm me before you do that, kid,” the General exclaimed as soon as he beheld the deeply creviced bubble butt – outlined perfectly in the cotton shorts. “What was that, sir,” Ron said, turning around – not sure if he had heard correctly – and handing his boss a gray tank top. The elder man didn’t have a chance to answer. He barely had time to switch shirts. All of the sudden, there were two loud pops in the room – one following the other closely. Both men followed the sound, which was coming from below. When the tire of a car blows out it made the same sound, but this was more magnificent that something gone wrong with a vehicle. Ron looked down, amazed, as he saw that the General’s toes had basically burst through the tips of his sneakers. The rubber tips had been blown-out wide and you could see all of his magnificent ten toes – looking ridiculously thick and long. Realizing that the growth of the man’s feet had ripped through rubber as if it had been nothing more than tissue made the young man’s hands immediately travel up to his own pecs and he, absent-mindedly, started tweaking his own hard nubs – as he always did when he was turned on. Ron stared at the General’s feet – now, much larger than they had been – as the toes wiggled freely, thankfully, after being released from their tight confinement. Nipples were pulled harder in response and this was not missed by the older man, whose gaze had returned to his young assistant. “Yeah boy, that’s it, tug on those thick plugs. You do that a lot, son. It must give you a lot of pleasure. Make those big things hard.” “What sir?” Ron said, looking up at the General as he spoke. “You love yanking on your man-nips, Ron. I’ve seen you do it a lot. You must like the way it makes you feel,” the General answered, without really thinking about what he was saying – he just stared at the work Ron’s fingers were doing at his chest. “I’m sorry, sir,” Ron said, dropping his hands immediately – which snapped the General out of his temporary lustful trance. “Oh hell, son, what was I thinking . . . saying that out loud. No, that’s not what I meant. I meant to say I wasn’t thinking about you in that way. I mean, I never think about you . . . Damn, son, let’s just get out there and lift, shall we? I feel like I could lift a ton of weight, today.” “But, General, your shoes,” Ron said, taking the opportunity to look at the lightly fur-covered now larger toes. “These old things? I knew they’d give out at some point . . . although, I thought it would be the soles. I’ll just treat them like flip flops. It will be fine. Ready to be dominated by this old man . . . um, I mean that . . . uh . . . in respect to weights. Ready for me to show you up with the weights. What is happening to me?” the General said, mainly to himself, as he walked out of the locker room. Ron stood there for about a minute more – willing his cock to subside and refusing to let his fingers find their way back up to his now aching nipples. The changes in his boss were too numerous for him to take in all at one moment. There were the physical changes, of course. Ron could see by the ripping of the t-shirt, the stretching out of shorts around the man’s thighs, and the explosion of sneakers that the General was growing . . . but there was also some kind of inner change happening, too. The usually introverted, refined, and restrained older man seemed to be becoming more aggressive . . . boisterous . . . openly sexual . . . and outrageously gregarious. There were just short snippets of it right now, but Ron got the feeling that the General was fighting a losing battle when it came to making his inner beast stay closeted. This idea thrilled Ron almost as much as the thought of the older man’s muscles growing. The younger man had not even contemplated what the doctor’s serum might do to the General’s personality. Suddenly, Ron realized these new thoughts had excited him – very much - again. He’d have to wait a few more minutes, until he was deflated enough to be presentable – before he went out into the gym. “Ron!” suddenly came the newly deepened, growl-like bellow of the General, from the weight room, and the young man instantly grabbed his gear in response and exited with a raging hard-on. **************** The General kept thinking things like ‘get yourself together, man’ and ‘steady there, old man’ to himself after every uncontrolled and uncharacteristic thing that came out of his mouth. Who was this fellow being so overtly sexual . . . so fucking alpha? He did have to acknowledge the pleasure that shot through and lingered briefly in his body after each outburst – but he also didn’t understand why he couldn’t control it. Why he didn’t see it coming. And even why it came so naturally. The General didn’t think about the fact that his shoes and his shirt had decided to basically disintegrate on the same day . . . or the fact that his shorts felt so tight. He was too busy ruminating on his unchecked emerging dominant personality. There was just something in this kid, Ron, that was unleashing something deeply primordial and intensely masculine within him. Art sensed a feeling of being almost indestructible when he was around the kid. There was part of the older man that screamed ‘escape while you can’ and get away from his assistant, but there was a much stronger pull to stay and dominate . . . protect . . . control. He wanted to make Ron his boy. He wanted to fill the gorgeous man with so much of his own . . . Whoa, General Artemis Scala! Calm the fuck down! Pick up some weights now . . . immediately . . . but where is the boy? How can I lift heavy things if I don’t have that tight ass to look at? Call him. Remind him he should not keep you waiting. Order him to join you. Make sure he knows who is boss. Make him your . . . your what? “Ron!” he bellowed, and was amazed at how manly he sounded – how dominant his voice was. *********************** There was absolutely no way for Ron to hide his hard-on as he emerged from the locker room, not only because he had a good-sized cock, but more because he was so insanely hard it made it difficult to walk. Moving into the weight room, Ron gasped out loud. He was staring at the waiting General, who was now wider and taller. It was definitely noticeable. The older man’s shoulders poked out stronger, thicker, and in a much more commanding way. It made the man look like a superhero. The biceps were bigger, too. Ron’s borrowed tank top looked like it was a size too small – hugging the General’s bulging body. It had been a little too big just a few minutes ago. The younger man also instantly noticed that he no longer cast his eyes slightly downward to look into the General’s face. No, now he had to cast his eyes upward. The white fur on the growing man’s chest was emphasized by darker hair beneath it – giving the General that salt and pepper look that made Ron’s toes curl when he looked at similar pictures online. “That’s quite a cannon you’re packing there, young man,” laughed the General, referring to Ron’s crotch with jerk of his fur-shadowed chin. “Sorry about that, sir. I don’t know what’s wrong with me,” Ron blabbered, not really knowing what he was saying because he just wanted to stare at the growing muscle god in front of him. “Nothing to be sorry about, man. You want to step into the bathroom and milk that big baby before we start lifting. I wouldn’t mind. It looks painful. I’ll just go ahead and start working arms. Unless you want me to come back with you and…” Stop it, Art! Now! Don’t even suggest helping that young stud jerk off in the bathroom. Quit thinking about reaching from behind him, as you press your hard manhood against his tight ass, and grabbing hold of his long, thick, hard meat. What kind of pervert have you become, man? What is wrong with you? Have some decency. Control yourself. Ron didn’t even hear what the General had begun to insinuate. He was too busy looking at the big man’s heaving chest as it thickened with each breath. The older man’s pecs were swelling right before his eyes – becoming rounder, fuller, and pushing against the tank top like a bulldozer shoving against solid earth. It was clear the General had no idea he was growing. There was something wild going on inside of the guy that was taking all of his attention. Ron could see that the older man was battling some deep long-suppressed urges, but it was also pretty clear that the man was going to lose the war – inside and out. About the time the tank top snapped off the expanding chest of the General, the man was going to give into whatever beast-like cravings he was desperately trying to avoid. Slight rips had already begun on both sides of the nylon shorts Art Scala wore. His legs were just getting too abundantly dense. Ron prayed to heaven that the General was wearing underwear, or the elder man was definitely going to give the people in the gym a show they would never forget. Although, how long the underwear would last was anyone’s guess. At this point, Ron’s own hard-on seemed insignificant and unimportant. The upcoming show from the General would have everyone’s attention, anyway. Ron totally forgot his shorts were tented with much lustful happiness. “I’ll just suffer through it, sir. I see you’ve already got the bar ready for me. Two-hundred is a good bench warm-up. Thank you, sir.” Ron slid onto the waiting bench and the General moved so he was standing beyond Ron’s head – ready to spot him as he lifted. Ron looked up and gasped softly at how much more profound the older man’s pec shelf now protruded from his body. Ron could not see his boss’ face – unless he bent over, which he now did to smile down at the younger man. A thick black and white stubble covered the lower part of the General’s face – something new Ron had missed until this moment. From his view below, he also noticed that the older man’s shorts were now pornographically tight. It looked like the guy was part of some cheesy, but deliciously good, seventies sex movie. That’s also when the General’s third leg – in all its 3-D glory – bulged hugely in Ron’s view. The serum clearly made everything grow. Ron had never seen balls so monstrous – or so scantily covered by material. Clearly, the big man’s balls might be the first thing to burst through the material of his shorts – giving even the tremendous cock a run for its money. Ron’s mouth started to water. He wanted those huge gonads to come lower and slap against his chin and cheeks. He wanted to suck on them for hours – making the big man moan with pleasure. Instinctively, Ron put his hands up on the bar. He lifted it from its resting place and then began to push the two-hundred pounds away as if it were nothing. He was shocked and amazed by his strength. Two-hundred pounds going up and down like it was a feather. There was a burst of unexpected pride and astonishment at the fact that the General’s growth had clearly made Ron powerful, too. That joy, however, was short-lived when Ron saw that the General’s one hand – only one – gripping the middle of the long bar was actually doing all the work . . . easily. The General was curling two-hundred pounds using one arm with no strain at all. 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