worship The Power of Lust - Chapter 3

[alanmag]

The story definitely picks up speed in this chapter

 

 

PART 3

 

It had started mostly innocently. Evan would have Corey over and Corey would let him worship his muscle. Corey had already loved flexing and being admired, so it probably wasn’t only the perfume, but the potion definitely gave Evan the power to feel around wherever he wanted. The bulging rippling pecs, steel-cut abs, veiny bulging quads, and wide-as-a-door lats were probably his favorite. And of course, the massive guns. Evan had always known Corey had massive arms from watching him curl at the gym but when Corey was flexing, they were at an entirely new level – dwarfing his head, veins on all sides. 

 

To Evan’s delight, the perfume never wore off. In fact, the two sprays he had given himself seemed pretty potent – most suggestions seemed just fine to Corey. Even when Evan asked Corey to strip out of his undies and jerk off – Corey smiled and said “Sure, sounds fun!” Corey’s cock was nothing extraordinary – an average 6 inches – but on top of that bodybuilder physique, it made Evan’s eyes water. 

 

Pretty soon, Evan worked up the courage to take things a step further. “Corey….could you fuck me?”

 

Corey hesitated. “Evan, I love hanging out and fooling around but I am married. I don’t want to cross too many boundaries.”

 

Evan briefly considered grabbing the perfume but he remembered the magician’s warning. He tried another tactic.

 

“But Corey, you’ve been thinking about fucking me this whole time, haven’t you?”

 

“Hehe….yeah I guess I have been”

 

“And it would be so hot to slide the muscle cock inside of me, wouldn’t it?”

 

Corey stared to get hard. Evan licked his lips watching Corey start to sweat and his cock inflate.

 

“I mean…I guess if we don’t tell her…it’s not like I’m fucking another girl”

 

Evan grinned, admiring his own power. “Then fuck me. Hard.”

 

And so, the next week progressed with raucous sex at every turn. Corey was more than happy to oblige any of Evan’s sex fantasies. They all involved being rough and dominating, qualities which Corey already had inside of him. Evan felt a bit guilty and anxious about making him cheat on his wife, but all of that was wiped away as soon as a he felt Corey thrusting his cock through his tight ass, his pecs and traps casting a looming shadow over him as sweat dripped off Corey’s brow into Evan’s thirsty mouth.

 

Everything was great – until one morning about a month into their “relationship.” Evan noticed Corey had been shrinking a bit. Not much, but enough to make Evan concerned that the perfume might have side effects. 

 

“Corey, have you noticed anything changing?”

 

“Changing? Whadda ya mean, pal?”

 

“Well, you look amazing as always, I just couldn’t help but notice that um…you seem a bit smaller than you were last week.”

 

Corey chuckled. “Oh yeah, I started a cut a few weeks ago. I’m getting ready for a show.”

 

Evan’s eyes narrowed. He knew Corey competed and cutting was an essential part of getting your physique to competition standards…but he was a fan of big bulky muscle. That’s part of what drew him to Corey in the first place. 

 

“How much weight do you think you’re going to lose?”

 

“Well, right now I’m 5’9” and 230 pounds. Think I’m gonna shrink down to about 210 for the show.”

 

Evan was not happy at all. 210 would make Corey just 40 pounds heavier than Evan’s 170. Still bigger, but not at all what Evan fantasized about. And he knew Corey would start feeling tired and weak from eating so much less. Before he could stop himself, he blurted out:

 

“Corey…I don’t think you should do that.” Evan almost couldn’t believe his own gall.

 

Corey faltered. “Why…not?”

 

“Being big is fun, right? I mean, if anything I think you should get bigger.”

 

Corey frowned for the first time in a month. “Evan, bodybuilding is really important to me. I love getting bigger, of course, but cutting is an essential part of the process. I really want to place well, I got 2nd last year so I have a good shot at winning the contest this year.”

 

Evan was torn. He didn’t want to ruin Corey’s dreams but he had gotten so used to being fucked by the big burly man he had been obsessed with for years. He was almost like an addict and someone was threatening to lower his dose. 

 

“Corey…you should get bigger. You would like to get bigger, wouldn’t you?”

 

Corey’s lips twitched. He took a deep breath. A few seconds passed and it seemed like an eternity. Finally he spoke.

 

“Evan, I’ll get bigger after the show. But I’ve gotta focus on winning this contest.”

 

Evan was in a rage. He hadn’t been denied by Corey in a long time. He ran to his cabinet and grabbed the perfume, spraying it two more times on his neck. He ran back to the living room and saw Corey packing up his stuff.

 

“Corey, STOP”

 

Corey was suddenly still. He was almost frozen in place, hand in the middle of placing a protein shaker in his bag.

 

“Turn and face towards me.”

 

Corey turned around and looked at Evan. His eyes looked extremely glazed over, like he was high as a kite. 

 

“Flex – do a most muscular”

 

With the same dumb face, Corey flexed his entire body as hard as he could. He held the pose for almost 30 seconds until Evan realized he had to tell Corey to stop flexing.

 

“Now, rip your shirt off”

 

Without hesitation, Corey grabbed his shirt by the collar and tore it in half, clean off his body.

 

“Corey, I want you to get bigger. Get as big as you can.”

 

“…get bigger…” Corey mumbled.

 

“I want you to devote all your resources to growing muscle. Find a coach who is committed to always making you bigger. Buy any supplemenets and roids that you need.”

 

“…always bigger…”

 

“All day, you think about how big you’re gonna get. The bigger and stronger you get, the more turned on you are.”

 

“I wanna get bigger.”

 

“Always bigger, Corey, never big enough.”

 

“NEVER BIG ENOUGH” Corey almost growled.

 

 

That day was a major turning point for Evan and Corey. Almost immediately, Corey dropped out of the contest and starting packing on the pounds. His friends and family were definitely confused. His wife would try to get answers out of him but all he would say was “I just want to get bigger. I’ll never be big enough.” 

 

He also quickly fired his coach once he realized he was more motivated to help Corey compete rather than pump him full of drugs. Through Evan’s direction, Corey scoured the internet looking for the right coach to help him through his growth phase. He found someone on the dark web who was wealthy and willing to sponsor a growing beast. As soon as he saw the “before” pics of Corey, he was on board.

 

On a terrifying cocktail of drugs, food, and sheer single-minded drive – Corey exploded. 230 quickly became 240, then 250, 260, 270….within 6 months he was 295 pounds. He had put on 65 pounds in 6 months – not unheard of, but incredibly substantial considering Corey was already huge when he started. 

 

Evan was pretty much in a state of constant arousal – it was almost like the bigger Corey got, and the harder he would fuck him, the more Evan would cum.

A year later, and Corey’s life was upside down. His wife had left him, claiming he was being selfish pumping himself full of drugs, ruining his life and turning himself into a bloated freak. His friends couldn’t understand his obsession with growth that he had never expressed before, and they distanced himself. Evan couldn’t blame them – Corey was a staggering 340 pounds. At 5’9”, he was definitely wider than he was tall. He waddled through Evan’s living room, making the foundation shake with each stomp. Evan entertained himself by making Corey try on his old wardrobe, watching his bicep shred through every sleeve and his chest popping every button. Even his blocky roid gut started to burst belts and even metal chains Evan would tie around his torso.

 

Corey’s face had changed too. Gone was the youthful cocky muscle jock and in his place was almost a neanderthal. He was hairy all over (Evan had told him to stop shaving) and his brow was constantly furrowed, giving him a caveman look. He was always breathing heavy – probably because his heart and lungs were having trouble keeping up with his mass -but Evan didn’t care. His lust for muscle grew with Corey’s size and the bigger he got, the bigger Evan wanted him.

 

He grew bolder at the gym, too. He would come over to Corey to feel him up during his workouts. Or sit on his lap while he did lat pulldowns. Now that the wife and friends weren’t in the picture, Evan didn’t hesitate to make their relationship public. Most of the other gym members were confused and disgusted, but they didn’t say anything, except for one guy – Big Al. Before Corey had blown up, Big Al was the biggest guy at the gym – 300 pounds at 6ft and strong as hell. Now, Corey made him seem like “almost Big Al.” And seeing Corey and Evan touch each other and get hard around each other made him even angrier.

 

One day, Big Al finally walked over and said something. “Could you fags please do your business somewhere else? I came here to train, not look at gay porn.”

 

Evan smirked in a sinister way as Corey just stared blankly. Ideas started filling Evan’s head…

[MuscledJunk]

Evan isnt the only one in a state of constant arousal