MadDog Posted September 19, 2021 Share Posted September 19, 2021 Very hot, but it's sad to say goodbye to the fizzing; a perfect excuse to push him past the boundaries of common sense. 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Popular Post TQuintA Posted September 21, 2021 Author Popular Post Share Posted September 21, 2021 Part 4 – The Hollywood Hunk Chapter 14 “You’re making it sound so simplistic,” I said to Shafe and Marietta over breakfast the next morning. I’d slept better than I had in weeks, and I felt completely myself. I was still adjusting to being twice the size of a normal man, twice as thick, twice as heavy, and twice as hard, but I suspected I’d be getting used to that for a while. I’d spent the early morning cleaning up the mess I’d made and hiring a contractor to fix my wall. When I’d explained what I’d learned in my meditation, they’d laughed. “It’s not just a feeling. It’s a deep, profound, understanding of sharing.” “You make it sound like a Care Bear Stare,” Marietta said, pointing at me with her spoon. “It’s the embodied sense of transcendental interconnectedness with the fundamental one-ness of all existence,” I said. “It’s profound. And if Shafe hadn’t gotten me into meditation eight years ago, I still wouldn’t have realized it.” “We’re sorry we laughed,” Shafe said. “People laugh at us for going to psychics and reading our horoscopes. We should’ve been more respectful.” “Thank you,” I said. “Your aura’s much clearer now,” Marietta said. “Sunshine yellow.” “Glad to hear it,” I said. “It’s still a little hazy,” she added, squinting at me, “but I suspect that’s because you miss your boyfriend.” I looked at Shafe. “Can she really see my aura?” He raised his eyebrows indicating the answer should be self-explanatory. “Right. Sorry. I forgot what world I lived in.” Shafe put his arm around my shoulders and leaned on me. I was shocked how light he felt. Shafe was the biggest and buffest he’d ever been, and he felt insignificant compared to my godly musculature. Then, he affectionately pat my head and said, “Do you know why we’ve been friends for so long?” Shafe sounded serious. I’d never really heard him sound this serious when he wasn’t meditating. “I haven’t spoken to Flynn in ten years, and the longest you and I have been without speaking is ten months. Did you never think to ask why?” “You like my company?” I said with a mouth full of oatmeal. “That, duh. But it’s more than that. You’re my proof.” I’d never heard anyone say “duh” in such a serious tone before. “I believed in all this mystical stuff long before I met you. And you’re my proof. It’s because of you that I know that at least some of it is real.” “We still don’t know if astrology’s true,” I said. “You’re right. I don’t.” Shafe put his free hand on Marietta’s. “But believing in this stuff leads me to good things, so I’m just going with it. It’s like you said. The fundamental interconnectedness of all existence. If I hadn’t come over to your place to cheer you up about Jason being in Vancouver, I never would’ve met Marietta.” “We didn’t laugh because we didn’t believe you,” Marietta said. “We laughed because your revelation was so obvious to us.” She put down her spoon. “I’d pinch your cheek,” she continued, “but your face is so buff, I think I’d hurt my fingers.” After breakfast, I FaceTimed with H. K. to apologize for my pages being late. It was my first time being late ever, and he could see from my inhuman size that I had really been missing Jason, so he gave me a pass. “If it gets that bad again, just call me,” he said. Then, I went through all the mail Jason had sent—most were short love notes, but there were some small gifts sprinkled in. “So many of these came with bow ties,” Marietta said. “That horny little bugger,” I replied, smiling and blushing. “Told you it was a sex thing,” Shafe added. The rest of Jason’s three month absence was a lot more bearable now that the fizzing was forever under control. The goal now became restoring a sense of normality when I was more massively muscular than any normal person. The main thing that helped was thinking about Jason, especially that he’d be home soon. I used the cards and notes he’d sent me to create a collage over the newly reconstructed wall. The gifts that couldn’t be fastened to a wall were built up into a shrine in front of it. Working on my books also helped. As did hanging with Shafe, Marietta, and H. K. And I was starting to get used to my 370 pounds of mass. We special ordered some clothes (since I didn’t have anything to wear if I wanted to leave the house). Once you got to my size, everything was shapeless and baggy, sort of like wearing circus tents, but I was decent to leave the condo when I wanted. More and more people were staring at me with shock and horror, but especially when I was with Marietta and Shafe, I took it as a badge of pride. The biggest challenges with my size were honestly just maneuvering around my own body. I had to readjust to typing, cooking, showering—everything. Shaving was a nightmare, now. My recent hormone surge meant I had to shave twice as often to keep my beard tamed, and the inhuman size and unrelenting hardness of my pecs and biceps made it so hard to reach my face. Raising my arm to my face was like maneuvering a ham around a watermelon. Like a child, I also had to learn how to tie my shoes again. My fingers had practically doubled in thickness, and my thighs and chest competed with space and blocked my view. One day, the three of us went to the beach because the weather was beautiful, and I wanted to go somewhere I didn’t have to wear a shirt. I still hated wearing sleeveless shirts, and my cannonball biceps destroyed so many sleeves with the slightest flex. And the heaving cliffs of my chest made any shirt that could fit over them drape over my torso, obscuring my abs in billowing fabric, hiding how trim my waist was. I just wanted to leave the house and not have to deal with a shirt. A few hours at the beach, I felt so in my element, the hot sun on my giant muscles, the salt water cascading off of me in a thunderous splash when I emerged from a dip. It was serene. I had such a good time that I wanted to run along the beach, to really feel the wind. I had to learn how to run again. My thighs bumped into each other so much that I fell my first three tries at running. By the end of the three months, though, I had mostly mastered my new size. Did I plan on staying this size forever? Not really. But, I wasn’t going to pretend I wasn’t loving every second of it. The day Jason was scheduled to come back, I was waiting for him in his house. He walked through the front door, and my heart nearly dropped. I saw his face, and I radiated with joy. He looked incredible. He always looked sexy—the black hair, the crooked, dimpled half-smile—but he was even more intensely sexy than usual. He hadn’t shaved in a few days, so he had stubble—I’d only seen him stubbly first thing in the morning, and I’d never seen a few days’ growth like this. It looked amazing on him. On top of all of that, he was big and buff. He looked bigger than he did in Vancouver. “Oh my god, Miles,” Jason said, slamming the door behind him. “And here I thought I was going to surprise you!” “You did!” I said. “You look even bigger than I remember.” “I am,” he said, flexing his bicep, which threatened the sleeve of his shirt. “Every time I lost motivation, Curtis mentioned you. And how if you were there, I could do another rep, or another five pounds. The man was relentless.” Jason flexed his pecs, and they swelled out into a beautiful thick mountain of brawn. He looked solid and dense, thick and meaty. I could tell that his pecs too had some hair on them, unlike his normal shaved self. “I was only supposed to put on 30 pounds, but I put on 37. You’re looking at 222 pounds of Jason Prentiss.” He turned around so I could take in his broad shoulders, his pert ass, and his thick legs. Then he lifted up his shirt to show me his 8-pack was returned. “I tried to make it 225, a nice round number, but…” he shrugged, and his shoulders rose and fell beautifully. “Do that again,” I said. He shrugged again, and it was a sight to behold. “Do I look like that when I shrug?” I said, shrugging. “You look like an avalanche when you shrug, especially now. What happened to meditating?” I explained everything to him. Everything. Jason looked me up and down. “370. Bigger than you’ve ever been.” He paused for a second. “I love it. I don’t know why I ever fought against this.” He put his hand in between my pecs, and it went all the way down to the third knuckle, so I squeezed it, trapping it there. “I just want to fuck you right here and now,” I said. “We haven’t seen each other in three months. Vacation sex sounds lovely.” “Oh, I have something even better than vacation sex in mind, but I’m going to want you naked first.” “By all means,” Jason said as he stripped. His pants struggled a little around his thickened thighs. His shirt struggled a little around his pecs and shoulders. Soon enough, he was standing there naked. His pecs were so big that they had a little shadow underneath them, and there was a respectable sprinkling of diminutive hairs all over them, the same jet black as his head. His arms were so big that they almost looked flexed even relaxed. His legs were mighty and round. And all of him was cut and shredded and defined. He was my living statue. “Very well, Miles. What’s your fun idea?” “Well, everyone but me seems to have forgotten something, and I don’t know how. But I’m more than happy to remind you. You can have your 30 pounds back.” Jason’s eyes grew wide. My body diminished slightly, down to a still monstrous 340, but smaller than it had just been. “I hadn’t put that together,” Jason said. “I just thought that I had given you those muscles.” “You never said I could keep them,” I said. Jason felt it first in his ass, which thickened and bloomed, rounding out into a beautiful crest of thick beef. His ass looked mighty, and I just wanted to bite into it. But then I was distracted by his thickening quads. They bulged with more power, forcing him to widen his stance and spread his legs wide. His calves also bulged out, thick and proud, with that heart shape etched into them. I moved my eyes north, past his cock, up to his abs. They had intensified and thickened, the lines between them more carved and more pronounced. His 8-pack was now the Platonic form of 8-packs: majestic and powerful, thick and refined, tight and impenetrable. His back thickened too, bellowing out into a hood-like thickness as his lats pushed outwards, broadening his back. It was full of bulges and sinews, mountains and valleys, an anatomy chart of a back. His shoulders jutted outwards, broadening him even further, the caps of his shoulders rounding out into thick spheres of power, his delts and traps rising up closer to his ears, his neck thickening into a column of muscle. He turned back around and I saw his arms had kept up with his back. His biceps had blossomed into weapons of beautiful thickness—bodybuilder big. His triceps swept backwards in the other direction. His forearms had burgeoned into relief. Gloriously, his chest filled, expanded, pressed out. He had a round, developed expanse of chest, the striations and separations of fibers noticeable, even unflexed. And when he did flex his chest, it blew out into a thick wall of muscle, thrusting off his chest, and then dropping off suddenly over his abs. Jason’s hands crawled all over his body, and he looked at himself in the nearest mirror. “My god,” he said. “I look so impossibly hot. This is how I’ve always wanted to look,” he admitted. He turned to look at me. “I desperately want to go somewhere and show this muscle off.” “Let’s do it, then.” “I can’t. I am very recognizable, and once we get spotted, we’ll get swarmed with press, and I have no way of explaining being a 252 pound muscle stud.” “I learned something important from Puck,” I said. “If you change your hair and your eyes, you look like a completely new person. Also, Jason Prentiss has never been this big, and Jason Prentiss doesn’t have any body hair whatsoever.” “I can’t change my hair this close to the start of a movie shoot,” Jason said. I went over to his front hallway closet and pulled out four canisters of temporary hair spray color. As I tossed each can, I said, “You can be green, pink, blue, or purple.” He caught each canister, and now his arms were full. “And you can tell me what color you want me to be. I’ll even spray my beard.” “It washes out?” he asked, a tone of hope in his voice. “If we follow the instructions on the can and shower it off tonight before we go to bed, yes. It might take a second shower, but it’ll wash out.” “And how will we disguise my eyes?” I handed him his sunglasses from his jacket pocket. “It’s so obvious,” he said, self-deprecatingly. “As long as no one gets close enough to see your dimple, we should be fine. And with me next to you, no one’s getting close to you unless I want them to.” “Where should we go?” he asked eagerly. “Where do you want to go?” Forty minutes later, Jason was dressed in the tightest dancing clothes I’d ever seen: a silken black button down and scandalously tight slacks. His shirt was so small on him he had to leave the top three buttons undone, and his pants were so tight I could see his dick bulge in front. His hair was sprayed a radical pink; he’d even managed to spray his eyebrows. Especially with the reflective sunglasses covering his eyes, he looked like a total stud. I followed behind him in a completely unbuttoned white dress shirt and off-white dress pants that barely contained my massive thighs and ass. I was a walking obscenity, but I was street legal. My hair and beard were dyed a radioactive blue, and I wore an identical pair of sunglasses as Jason. We went out dancing at a normal gay dance club, one we’d never been to before. When the bouncer stopped us at the door, for a moment I thought everything was over. He looked at the two of us, a little suspiciously, then turned to Jason and said, “Are you Jason Prentiss?” Jason scoffed and said, “I get that all the time. Prentiss wishes he was this jacked,” he bragged, flexing his biceps and pecs, threatening to burst the shirtsleeves open. “And I’ve never seen him in a movie with this either,” Jason added, tearing open his shirt to reveal his 8-pack. “My mistake,” the bouncer said. When we got inside, Jason turned to me and said, “I didn’t even lie to him.” After that, the lighting of the club helped us hide Jason’s identity. We danced close and tight, sweaty and hot for hours. I was thrilled to grind my massive, muscular body against Jason’s hard, dense body. Everyone stared with lust and envy. And anyone who got close enough to really drink us in stared with especial lust and envy, considering my 9 inches and Jason’s 8 were at full mast and fully visible for most of the night. After the first hour or so, we also gave up the pretense of dancing and made out on the floor. I kissed him intensely, running my hands over his hot, hard pecs. He leaned in and kissed back, his right hand running through the forest of my chest hair, his left hand stroking the length of my cock through the pants. We were a spectacle, and everyone wished they were us. When we paused for air, Jason sighed into my ear, “I’ve missed you so much, Miles. You drive me wild.” And then we went right back to dancing, making out, and showing off to the crowd. After a few hours, though, our hairspray was melting, the colors running down our faces, and we just wanted to head back home. Jason’s shower was somehow big enough for us both to shower together, even at our staggering sizes. I scrubbed the pink out of his hair as he scrubbed the blue out of mine. I washed the thick, meaty canvas of his chest and abs, loving the tickle of nascent body hair; he shampooed my carpet of chest hair while fondling me, his fingers trying to find purchase in my impenetrable thickness. I washed the hills and valleys of his back, dipping down to clean his ass thoroughly. He reciprocated, cleaning the peaks and ridges of my muscular back, paying extra thorough attention to my impossibly beefy ass. Even cleaning armpits, legs, ears, arms—everything felt sexual in that shower. We left the shower, the drain swirling with purplish suds, and ran to the bedroom. Jason pushed me backwards onto the bed. I still had about 90 pounds of muscle on him, so it didn’t knock me over, but I really felt his push in a way I never had before, so I played into it and fell over like a chopped down tree. He climbed on top of me. We were both still wet from the shower, so as he kneeled over me, a few drops of water dripped from the tip of his nose, chest, and penis as he looked down at me. From this angle, he looked even bigger, all red and swollen, his cock turgid and ready. Then, almost without warning, he was inside of me. He fucked me powerfully, harder than I’d ever been fucked in years, maybe ever, maybe by anyone. I could feel his muscle with each deep thrust of his hips. I reached up to pull him into a kiss, but he held my arms above my head, pinned to the bed. Then, holding me there, he leaned in and kissed me. It was intense and passionate. Even though he was playing at dominating me and overpowering me, what I felt was safe, secure, and seen. After a night of foreplay on the dance floor, Jason was quick to explode. After a few explosive bursts of vulgarity, he said, “I never want to stop making love to you.” I still hadn’t come yet, and with sin in his eyes, Jason put a few pillows under my head, and then he lowered himself to be even with my cock. He took my entire cockhead in his mouth, never breaking eye contact the whole time. He slowly lowered himself down my cock, and as he did so, I realized why he had tilted my head up. He intended to stare into my eyes the whole time he sucked my cock, and he knew my pecs would obscure the view if he didn’t set the stage. Part of the tableau was still blocked by my inhumanly large pecs, but staring at my beyond-buff, bodybuilder-big boyfriend take my whole cock into his mouth while staring wolfishly at me the whole time, all of my buttons were being pressed. I shot long, I shot hard. It was an intense orgasm, voluminous in every sense of the word, and Jason took every drop. We knew that was just round one, that there were at least two more rounds tonight before we went to bed, but we decided to enjoy an intermission in each other’s arms. “Are your balls bigger?” he asked. “Indeed they are.” “I like it,” he said, nuzzling closer to me. While I cradled him on my chest, Jason looked at himself and all of his glorious muscle. “I’ve always wanted to be this big. Always. I even tried to get bigger with Curtis’s help, and it seems with my genes, I could never get this big naturally. But now I am.” I reached around him and fondled his chest. It felt amazing to have this man, my lover, my man, the size of a pro heavyweight bodybuilder in my hands. “And you always can be,” I said. “As long as you’re with me, you can deposit your muscles with me, so you can go out in the world and be Hollywood celebrity Jason Prentiss, and then you can come home to me and be this mega-superhero of a man.” “And what about you? Are you really comfortable going about in the world being so impossibly huge?” “I already did it, and the world didn’t end. No one discovered my secret. The stares I get mostly turn me on. My publishers know about it, and my friends have already seen me blow up huge in a short period of time, back when I dated Puck. And if I ever get tired of being ultra-huge, I do have about 70 pounds of muscle I can lose.” After a shrug, I added, “But I doubt I’ll ever want to.” Jason purred contentedly. Then, in a surprisingly sad tone, he added, “Being away from you for two weeks in Vancouver was going to kill me. Three months apart nearly broke me. If I hadn’t sent you something in the mail every day, I would have broken. If we ever watch Curtis’s reality show, I want to warn you, I will be that annoying person who cries in every episode. I missed you that much. All of that, and now, this.” He gestured to his massive chest. “I never want to be away from you again.” “Me neither,” I said. I held him tighter and added, “Let’s not. Let’s stay like this forever.” “At some point, we’ll need to have breakfast and buy shoes and things like that. But let’s do the next best thing. Let’s stay together forever.” END OF PART 4 39 7 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
DawnFire98 Posted September 21, 2021 Share Posted September 21, 2021 @TQuintA Your writing leaves me with my jaw on the floor. How you describe these muscles is just so detailed and colorful! I can learn a lot from you. 3 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
portamivia Posted September 21, 2021 Share Posted September 21, 2021 Oh my oh my. What an incredible story! And you said English isn’t even your first language? I hate you! *runs away, crying 2 3 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
TQuintA Posted September 21, 2021 Author Share Posted September 21, 2021 English is my first language. I think it was one of my responders who said English wasn't their first language. But thanks for the lovely compliment. 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
actorsarecool Posted September 21, 2021 Share Posted September 21, 2021 Easily one of the best stories on the forum (and the web) from one of the best writers! Kudos @TQuintA! 1 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
MrMeanour Posted September 21, 2021 Share Posted September 21, 2021 Jaw droppingly fabulous. I hope this story never ends 2 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Charwantstolift Posted September 21, 2021 Share Posted September 21, 2021 I love this story so much! Thank you TQuintA! 1 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
1996bodybuilder Posted September 22, 2021 Share Posted September 22, 2021 Your story’s are always amazing 2 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Wrestlejock646 Posted September 22, 2021 Share Posted September 22, 2021 Amazing from start to finish! Is this the finish or is The Repository Part 5 to follow? I'm feeling like I could use more fizzing! Definitely added to my Top 10 All-Time Best Summer Muscle Stories List! Thanks TQuintA!! 3 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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