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EBFs and Size Freaks (Part 9 posted, June 13th)


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EBFs  and SIZE FREAKS 

BY LORUS (formerly JP71)


 

Haven’t written in years. Thought I was done with this. Deleted every other story I wrote. But then this happened. If I get enough positive feedback, I’ll do another chapter. Enjoy.




 

Lee loved working at Aldersons Supermarket. Although the pay wasn't as much as he'd gotten from his previous employer, it had its perks. He didn't have to get two buses there and back, as the supermarket was just a ten minute walk from his flat. The staff were fun to be around, and his boss Eugene was extremely nice to his staff, especially  to Lee, as they were both openly gay and sometimes had drinks after work at a popular gay bar called Shirtlifters. But the best perk of all came from the fact that Aldersons was across the street from Gridiron Gym. It was a hard-core gym for genetically super-gifted bodybuilders. 

 

Lee was 20 years old but puberty had declined to give him much meat on his bones. He had a lanky, slim build, weighing just 135 pounds despite his six feet of height. But this never bothered him, as he was very good looking, even with glasses, and had no problem hooking up with other twinks. Lee had obsessed over huge muscle-men since early adolescence, when thumbing through bodybuilding magazines, many of which were now ruined by cum-sodden fingers and lots of drool. When he got a computer for his 16th birthday, the internet satisfied his muscle lust to a greater degree. He tried bodybuilding himself when he got a gym membership, but he lacked the discipline necessary to make it habitual. But he liked swimming and cycling, and this way he kept fit but very slender.

 

He wished he had a bodybuilder for a boyfriend, and a fair few bodybuilders were regulars at the supermarket, which, naturally, stocked bodybuilding supplements and even some clothing for working out. To Lee's dismay the bodybuilders using Gridiron Gym all seemed straight, and most of them would be seen getting regular groceries with their girlfriends or wives and kids. Still, you had to be at least 280 pounds to get a membership there. As a result the bodybuilders shopping at Aldersons were very big indeed, so Lee got to at least commit them to memory for wanking about them later on when he was at home.

 

An obsession with huge bodybuilders wasn't the only fetish of Lee's. His other fetish was for trashed denim jeans. He especially loved jeans that had exposed button-flies down the front, but not the women's kind which were so common. He loved to see men wearing them. But they were very uncommon with guys, so Lee and his boss Eugene came up with a plan to change that. Some of the mens work pants as the standard uniform at Aldersons came with an exposed button-fly front, but it was optional. Lee and Eugene wore them all the time, but a new recruit that Lee was given to train in on the register also opted for the exposed button-fly version of the dark navy work pants. Sam was extremely cute, blonde haired, and with blue eyes and dimples. He had envious olive skin and the cutest smile. He was a little overweight at just five feet six inches tall, but the chubbiness suited him, and within a week Lee and Sam were good friends. It was hard to gauge if Sam was gay, although his liking for the same pants  that Lee was into suggested he might swing that way.

 

One sunny day in June was a dream come true for Lee Fordham. His shift was about to end and the bodybuilders coming to shop at the supermarket were wearing very little, taking advantage of the warm weather to show-off as much of their musculature as possible, and Lee had had a boner for most of the day, inhaling their sweaty muscle-musk and swooning as the bigger bodybuilders struggled to fit through the checkout aisles, which Eugene had been meaning to get widened to make his burlier customers more comfortable with the shopping experience Aldersons had to offer. 

 

Lee asked another staff member, Paul, to watch his register while he went to the toilet. He needed a leak, but also to adjust his dick inside his underwear because he was particularly horny for muscle today, and so it was hard to keep his boner from jumping to attention at every other moment. When he came back onto the shop floor his eyes widened in sheer disbelief at the glorious sight that affronted his senses. This was his first encounter with Umberto. He was the biggest bodybuilder Lee had ever seen. But even more of a shock to Lee was the first thing this gigantic muscle-god said to him: 

"Hey there, sexy guy. I really like those pants you're wearing. I like the way the buttons are exposed. Where can I get a pair of those for myself?"

 

Lee's two fetishes were stimulated at the same time. He couldn't believe it. Time seemed to stand still for Lee, now, allowing him to take in every inch of the bodybuilder, who, from this moment onward would change Lee’s life for the better.

 

At about six feet five inches tall he had a good five inches on Lee. He was stunningly handsome, added further to by the hint of Italian in his accent. Size wise, he was super-massive, enormous beyond all sane reasoning. He had to be at least five hundred pounds in weight and every part of him was bursting with hard, sinewy and heavily veined muscle all packed in by paper thin skin which was naturally tinted a golden bronze. His hair was in a topknot style, but shaved tightly at the sides and back. His eyes were beautiful brown orbs set perfectly on either side of a Romanesque nose, with somewhat high cheekbones, chiselled square jawline with the manliest designer stubble Lee had ever seen. His lips looked perfect for sucking cocks. He smiled cockily at Lee and his teeth were scintillatingly white. He had a sparkle in his eyes as he winked suggestively at Lee, and they seemed excited to see the four shiny metal buttons on Lee’s pants glinting in the rays of the sunlight pouring in through the glass store front. 

 

Umberto’s neck was bull thick and his traps stretched like Alpine mountain ranges on either side of his neck. They tapered down to hugely swollen deltoids that  exploded outward in all directions, and with massive ball biceps that looked set to burst even unflexed. He wore as a garment (if it could be called such) a gauzy sleeveless plaid shirt, the sleeves looking like at some point he’d outgrown them and so tore them from the shirt to better show off his arms. It was chequered with blue, navy and white squares. He wore it completely unbuttoned, as there was no way buttons could meet button-holes on this shirt because his gargantuan ballooning pecs would never allow it. His nipples were completely pointing down, and almost invisible due to the huge shadows his pectorals cast over the top two rows of his cobbled eight-pack abdominals. They also appeared darker because he had such large dark brown areolas, and the nipples themselves both had gold nipple rings through them. Lee guessed  the nipples to be bigger than the tops of his thumbs. He felt himself growing painfully erect again. Umberto seemed to like this and so he bounced and rippled his pecs to better entice Lee and fuel his muscle-lust. The pec mountains rippled and jostled against each other, bobbing up and down like a roiling sea. He could even flex the upper pecs and different striations independently, which took amazing muscle control.

 

“You’d better be careful not to pop those buttons off your sexy pants, beautiful,” teased Umberto, and he fanned out his lats to their fullest width followed by rolling his abs around before sucking them in. This caused his shirt to part further making it seem like the sleeveless button-up shirt was little more of a stringer tank on the bodybuilding behemoth. He thinks I’m sexy, omfg, Lee thought. He could feel his underpants getting damp with precum. 

 

Below his taut waist (which had to be at least a third the width of his chest) Umberto wore denim cut-off jeans. They had slanted cuts to better emphasise his humongous thighs with bloated quadriceps and hamstrings, all beautifully cut and separated and covered in thick veins which bulged more and more as he wobbled his thighs and then snapped them into tight, rock hard muscle relief. The best thing about the cut-offs was not only did they make his legs look even more monstrous than they were, but at some point Umberto had taken a scissors to the jeans, not only to cut them into bodybuilder shorts, but he also removed the waistband, making them look sexier and smaller on him. This also showed more of his cum-gutters that led down to the top part of dark man-bush poking out over the top of the shorts. Lee was transfixed. He once wore a pair of exposed button-fly Levis to a gay bar, and also had removed the waistband to better customise the look and show the beginning of his pubic line when he’d take his shirt off to dance shirtless on the dance floor and hopefully cop off with another cutie who liked the skinny twink boys. So far Lee could tell that Umberto had some of the same clothing tastes as he did.  

 

Umberto was in no way modest. He had no problem flirting with guys that all stood around them in shock at his size and beauty. He did a lat spread which further caused his upper body to flex and swell, as if he was growing right before their astonished eyes. Paul was amazed at this display, and forgot to scan half the groceries on his till for an elderly lady who didn’t even notice she was in the presence of a giant bodybuilding muscle hunk. She just grumbled to herself and fumbled in her purse for money. Sam stood on the floor next to the fresh flowers and said nothing, but he was able to get a better look at Umberto from behind. It was simply impossible not to stare at the biggest, most muscular man they’d ever seen. A male shopper, who lived in the same flat complex as Lee, and whose name was Keith, started to drool over Umberto. He was behind the old lady at Paul’s till and he should have been unloading his groceries onto the conveyor, but he was mesmerised by the size of the bodybuilding bodybuilder. He kept mouthing it on his lips: 

 

“Bodybuilding, bodybuilder, bodybuilt because he’s a bodybuilder that bodybuilds!” 

 

Over and over he chanted this mantra, and Keith, who was in his mid-20s or so, had a bit of muscle on him from playing rugby, but he also had a fair bit of fat on his frame hiding any definition that his muscle had beneath. But he was one of these cocky types who even though they no longer played sports as well as in their younger years, still kept a certain amount of muscle mass.

 

He dressed as if he was a bodybuilder, unashamed of the fact that his once meaty pecs now looked more like man-boobs than pectorals. His arms were doughier, but still muscled, and he wore a cutaway tee-shirt that left just a thin panel of fabric between his tits so that most of his torso front and back was on show. He had a bit of a gut on him but he could still suck it in. He had blue eyes and sandy-gingerish hair, and freckles which lent him a more youthful look. At six foot two inches tall he was quite broad shouldered in that “I lift weights but not as much as I should” way. Were he to spend a couple of months hitting the weights, he’d easily get rid of the thirty-five pounds of fat he was carrying. He also wore denim jeans, but cut off just above the knee. He had wide hips that actually looked good on him.

 

Back to Umberto’s cut-offs. Lee could see that the panel covering the button-fly was pushed away from the buttons by the sheer mass of cock and ball meat he had pushing it out. He was obviously hung like a horse, bigger even, Lee guessed. Unashamedly Umberto enjoyed his cocky display of hyper-masculinity. He cranked out a massive most-muscular, laughing and growling for fun. His traps trebled their mass and his pectorals bunched together creating a cleavage that could hide and crush a rolling pin. Biceps threatened to burst out of their skin and went to war for space against his forearms. Threads began to snap apart across Umberto’s shirt at the back as the seams clung on for dear life. Even though unbuttoned, there was way too much mass for the fabric to cope with. Umberto didn’t care as his muscles burst into diamond-hard relief as veins gorged on blood and thickened all over his body. 

 

“Reckon I’ll be popping my own buttons real soon,” he cockily suggested with a wink and smug grin. He nodded his brand of self-assured alpha-male conceit at the males in proximity. He owned the moment as much as he could own them all if he so desired. 

 

“I’m Umberto, sexy man,” began the bodybuilder, this time back to making his pectoral masses heave and bulge to a massive degree. Then: “You never answered my question. About your exposed button-fly pants. This huge bodybuilding god wants a pair for himself, sexy man.”

 

“Ughh…um…I… I’m Lee,” was all Lee could manage to stammer, his mouth suddenly parchment dry. Inside in the manager’s office, Eugene had been watching the spectacle unfold (and bulge hugely) on the CCTV monitors. They were constantly recording in HD colour and full audio, so he made damn sure he’d get all this onto a memory stick for further “examination” later at home in front of his PC with his jocks down around his ankles. He’d been listening, too. Omg, he thought, this giant wants to join the EBF club. “EBF” was short for exposed button-fly. But we don’t have pants to fit him in stock. Unless…

 

Eugene gingerly came out of the office holding a pair of scissors and bashfully handed them to Lee, gesturing to Umberto’s bulging crotch with a nod of his head and then back at Lee. Lee knew what to do. “Er…,” he licked his lips, trying to moisten his mouth to speak. “I cuh-could customise your shorts if you like, Um… Umberto. Make the buttons visible. Only take a sec.” Lee had no idea if Umberto would be satisfied with that. Umberto stopped bouncing his pecs and stuck his thumbs into the top of his cut-offs where a waistband had once  been.

 

“Sure, that sounds great. I’ll be even fuckin’ sexier after you make my shorts even hotter. Careful though, I’m really sensitive in the crotch area. You never know what’ll happen if your hand slips while using the scissors,” Umberto teased, suggesting Lee perform the “delicate fashion surgery” while he still wore the shorts. 

 

“Um, maybe you should take them off, just to be on the safe side,” said Lee, relieved that he could speak again after moisture returned to his mouth. Elsewhere more moisture was gathering in his underpants as his dick oozed precum. A dark stain became more evident down the front of his EBFs.

 

“Good idea. I should go somewhere to change. Don’t want grandma here to get a fright,” said Umberto, briefly tipping his head towards the oblivious old lady still fumbling in her purse. Eugene said they could use his office, which, thankfully, also had a camera, so he could have it all recorded.

 

Eugene put in the door code and gestured for the muscle giant to go in. Umberto was almost level with the top of the door frame, his topknot flattened as he twisted and grunted his way through a doorway not designed for enormous bodybuilders. 

 

“Come along, sexy Lee, make my shorts look like your sexy, oh so sexy pants, little stud.” Umberto was full of compliments for the bespectacled hot twink. Since he was new in town, he’d resolve to make Aldersons his place to shop. It was by now obvious he had a thing for slim young twinks in exposed button-fly pants. Eugene took over on the till, but his mind was elsewhere and the customers he served got some bargains in their shopping as he forgot to scan every other item.

 

Once in the manager’s office Umberto’s mood kicked up a notch. He tore the shirt off his bulbous mega-muscled upper body and tossed it at Lee. “Souvenir for ya. You can keep it, sexy Lee. I workout all the time in that shirt, and it’s never washed. My stink is all over it. Here, have a deep sniff of my muscle-sweat stink.”

 

Lee’s dick was rock hard, now. Fully erect it could reach ten inches. Skinny twinks were often blessed with disproportionately large penises, lucky them. But when he allowed himself to inhale Umberto’s pungent bodybuilder whiff, it made him nearly jizz his pants. A bigger circle of dampness now surrounded the four buttons on his fly.

Umberto puffed himself up to his biggest size and hit pose after pose, each one squeezing more and more blood through his super-highway of veins, so his muscles could gorge and grow frenziedly with more size and definition. 

 

“I had the best workout today, sexy lanky Lee. Benched 1000 pounds for 8 sets of 12 reps. The other muscle-fucks over there almost came when they saw me break by own record for the fifth time straight. Awwww… I feel fucking huge today.” 

 

Umberto hit a double biceps pose. His 33 inch biceps crunched up another few inches till his knuckles were almost trekking across their peaks. It was astonishing to think that Lee, being so slender, only had a 27 and a half inch waist. His fucking waist was smaller than Umberto’s titanic biceps. How big was his chest? OMG, it had to be at least 80 inches, maybe more.

 

“Right, get to work on my cut-offs here, and then we can have some fun. I noticed your boss has a bottle of hand lotion on his desk. He must get up to all sorts in here watching his cute male staff at work through the monitors.” In actual fact this was exactly what Eugene often got up to when he should have been doing product orders or staff rosters. And he often liked to wank at the bodybuilders that came in to do their shopping. 

 

Umberto was enormous. He had that sexy waddle to his walk, when bodybuilders grow their legs so big that the thighs hit against one another for space, and not only that, the huge junk afforded to him by winning the genetic lottery was forced more outwards from his body. His pectoral shelf of meaty slabs  stuck out so far from his upper torso that it was impossible for him to see below them unless he bent forwards, but even that was not always ideal for performing certain tasks. He would always button up his pants in front of a mirror, always making sure never to miss a button. He hated when guys would miss buttons, especially if they were drunk at bars. Lee hated that as well. And being a wearer exclusively of exposed button-fly jeans and pants, he always made sure to fasten his buttons carefully, given they were on show for all to see.

 

Umberto’s biceps and forearms fought a war for space as he tried to unbutton his cut-offs. He was so pumped from his workout, and he knew he was bigger now than he had been before hitting Gridiron earlier.

 

“Oh dear, I’m so fucking huge, getting undressed is becoming a chore for me. Here, Lee, unbutton my shorts for me. Careful now, something huge might spring up and slap you in the face! Hah!”

 

Lee painfully fought the urge to cum right there and then. He walked over to the giant (oh fuck he smelled even better than his shirt). But there was a problem. Umberto’s pecs were so huge (even more so when flexed) that Lee had to get beneath them to unbutton the behemoth’s cut-offs.

 

“Heh heh, sorry my balloons are taking up so much room. I can barely see my dick when I’m peeing. But hey, you gotta make adjustments to your life’s route when you choose the bodybuilding journey. How’s it going down there with the denim?”

 

“Two buttons open so far, Umberto.” Lee tried not to breathe in the spunky musk smell wafting up at him from Umberto’s stinky dark man-bush. Fuck did he even take a shower after his workout? And he wasn’t wearing any underwear. Lee was kind of disappointed, as he’d hoped to see Umberto in a skimpy poser or thong of some kind. The beginning of a mammoth cock appeared as Lee worked on Umberto’s buttons.

 

“Kinda tickles down there, Lee. Go easy on Junior. He gets ‘very’ restless a lot. Umberto made a massive lat spread there and then, simply because he could, heaving his bodybuilder bosoms up higher, the nipples warping from the downward position to almost dead-centre of his fully flexed and insanely striated balloons. 

 

“There you have enough room to work with now. I can keep these fuckers flexed like this for as long as I like. Wait, let me grunt out some more, and get the testosterone surging right to my pec-meats. Watch these fuckers grow more. MORE!!!! MOAAAAR!!! GRRRRRRRRRRRRR!”

 

Umberto flexed his upper body more savagely now, ballooning impossibly larger. “Gotta get this chest past a hundred. GOTTA GET BIGGER!”

 

Lee was stunned. He couldn’t move a muscle of his own except to gaze up in awe at possibly the biggest bodybuilder ever to do bodybuilding and look like he was getting bigger by the second. That was impossible, right? Wasn’t it? Umberto became more arrogant, now demanding what he wanted from Lee.

 

“Get those shorts off me, boy. I want EBFs like yours. NOW!!!!”

 

Lee’s lust made all this seem coated in a dreamy haze. He could hear his heart beating in his head. His senses began to melt, then congeal into a soupy puddle. But the bodybuilder had set him a task, therefore he must finish it.

 

Umberto’s thighs were 48 inches of solid muscle, and so getting the shorts off was like rolling on a condom, in reverse. Lee had to force them past his thighs, which took some effort. By now Umberto's dick was out, not quite hard, but not quite flaccid. Lee was amazed to see that it had to be easily over a foot long, maybe more. It had twice the amount of veins on it as average penises, and the mushroom head was big, purple and shiny, and easily four times the average size. A ropy string of precum began to extend downward to the floor from its delicious slit. He couldn’t imagine what it would be like to ride a monster cock of that magnitude, although he’d seen several twinks on porn sites fooling around with fake dicks even bigger than Umberto’s, resulting in those horrid prolapsed or herniated rectums that some sick fuckers were into.

 

When Lee finally got the shorts down to his ankles, the behemoth relaxed his flexing and stepped out of the shorts. Lee could finally get to work with the scissors. “Make sure you do a good job on them, Lee. I ruined many pairs customising them in the past. Of course, I was smaller back then. A LOT smaller,” Umberto boasted.

 

“Er… I’m pretty good at this, Umberto. I cut many of my own pairs when I couldn’t buy them off the rack,” said Lee, sitting at Eugene’s desk so he could work on the shorts.

 

“Yeah, they’re hard to find, especially to fit my hulking frame. Clothes and me usually part company way too soon. But that’s the price you pay for bodybuilding.” 

 

Umberto bounced his pecs and then allowed some precum to pool in his callused palm. He licked it for no apparent reason but to get off on his own freaky size.  Lee worked with his back to the bodybuilder so he could concentrate better. He also refrained from looking at the monitors, one of which was showing the giant making lots of bodybuilding poses. But at least his grunting and moans of self-indulgent pleasure  wasn’t too much of a distraction. 

 

Lee’s hands trembled slightly due to extreme muscle-lust. The smell of muscle-man stink hung heavily in the musty air of the office. There was an air conditioner on the wall but it hadn’t worked in ages. Oh Eugene, lusting after men on the monitors and forgetting to take care of Alderson’s maintenance. Naughty Eugene.

 

He held his breath as he made the scissor blades connect with the denim. He just about managed to cut away the panel covering the fly buttons of the Levis 501s. They were  a bit faded, well worn in, and smelly as fuck. He saw that they might be counterfeits, as there was a “CM” on the back label below the waist and leg measurements, which Lee knew to mean “custom made”. It made sense. Umberto’s upper leg to waist ratio – not to mention his massively developed glutes – meant that shopping for regular Levis was impossible. The little red tag on the back pocket also seemed slightly larger than usual. But fuck it, they still looked hot.

 

After a short time, Lee was done cutting. He was pleased with the result. The inner panel through which the button-holes were punched was a couple of shades darker than the now removed front panel. This was because they were less faded due to being protected from direct sunlight, so this effect made the buttons stand out more. Hey, this was one of Lee’s fetishes (tame compared to the absolute filth some people got off to), so he was an expert when it came to jeans customisation. He swivelled around in Eugene’s chair and nervously held up the now sexier shorts for Umberto to inspect.

 

“Hey, they look great. Bet they’ll look even better when I put ‘em back on, Lee. Thank you for doing this. You don’t mind helping me back on with my new EBFs?”

 

“Sure, but I’m being honest with you, Umberto. I haven’t had a wank since yesterday. My balls are gonna explode if I don’t do something about it,” said Lee in earnest. He stooped to allow the bodybuilder to step back into the shorts.


“Don’t worry, sexy Lee. Just do this one thing for huge bodybuilder Umberto Morelli, and I’ll award you and help you take care of your little problem, although judging by how soaked the front of your EBFs are, you must have quite the equipment packed away so Umberto can’t see it.” He made a playful sad clown face. Lee thought it was really hot whenever Umberto referred to himself in the third person, like he was objectifying himself as a big, dumb hunk of muscle.

 

It was much harder getting the shorts back up past Umberto’s redwoods for thighs, but he finally managed it. Now it was time to stuff back in Umberto’s generous trouser snake and orange-sized balls. It suddenly occurred to him that these custom-made shorts (originally full-length blue jeans) had five buttons on the fly, which meant that had the waistband not been removed, there would have been six vertical shiny metal buttons. It made sense. The extra button would be necessary to fasten over a larger crotch size. They looked so good. 

 

One by one Lee carefully buttoned up the EBFs, but Umberto’s junk made the crotch front strain so that the buttons were put under pressure, same as the gaps that can appear between the shirt buttons of a strained dress shirt on a fat or muscular man whose lifestyles made them quickly outgrow shirts. It took plenty of effort on Lee’s part, and by the time he was finished he was somewhat depleted of stamina. At least less stamina helped to stem the flow of his impending  jizz torrent and delay it slightly.

 

“All done, Umberto,” Lee panted and slumped back into Eugene’s office chair.

 

“Mmmm, they feel a little tighter this time. You sure you didn’t take them in a little?” Umberto was joking, of course. He knew that all Lee did was free the button-fly from beneath its denim concealment.

 

The spicy Italian flexed and rolled his sequoia thighs, hammering out definition and hardness that would make the Hulk faint with jealousy. Unseen by Lee, he flexed his huge glutes around at his arsehole, forcing the button-fly to strain even further. Lee gasped as tufts of the bodybuilder’s pubic forest began to poke through the gaps forced to appear between the buttons. The shorts seemed doomed to come apart, and explosively so.

 

“Nuh-no, sir,” answered Lee, his stammer having returned. 

 

“Hmm, maybe the lack of decent air in this office is forcing the denim to shrink, or something,” Umberto offered in the way of a jest. He could feel himself getting bigger and bigger. He loved it. It was his ultimate obsession, to force his muscles to grow bigger, harder, and stronger than ever before in front of a sexy skinny twink set to blow his load at any moment.

 

Umberto brought his hands up behind his head and locked his calloused fingers together (the ones you only get from lifting very heavy weights and wearing out too many lifting gloves). He flexed for all he was worth (which was a hell of a lot), flaring out his lats to their engorged fullest. He tightened up his abs and rolled his thigh muscles faster and harder, taking it in turns to snap the muscles of each leg hard and bulging, which forced his shorts to strain further as his genitals got hungry for some growth of their own.

 

“I’m so fuckin’ huge, Lee. I can scarcely believe it. Look at the fuckin’ size of me. Tell me how huge I am, sexy little man!” Umberto was so turned on by his own masculine fervency. He popped a huge double biceps and then  turned sideways to explode into a ridiculously huge side chest pose. His muscle tits roared frenziedly with size, almost bursting like beach balls, and the veins on his forearms flared hot, thick and dark over papery golden bronze skin.

 

“You… are the… biggest, most muscular god of a man… gasp… I’ve ever seen,” Lee stated through a voice heavy with rasping muscle lust.

 

“That’s true, alright. In fact, in reality, I’m not the biggest. Not yet anyway. But I’ll explain all that in due course,” said the bodybuilder who brought down his hands to dig his thumbs into his sides in order to inflate up to a monstrous lat spread. His delta wings swelled and widened. His pectoral masses heaved and burst upwards and outwards with size and power; the upper pecs alone began to constrict his airflow and brush against his granite chin, forcing him to lean his head backwards to better show off the massive size he was capable of displaying.

 

“Hmm, but I really want to check out for myself the glorious sight of me wearing my cut-away EBF slut shorts, only there are no mirrors in here. What’s a massive bodybuilder to do, gorgeous Lee?” Umberto was such a tease, but Lee didn’t want it to stop, not ever.

 

Moaning with lust, his scant chest heaving under his trim work polo shirt, Lee gestured to another door to Eugene’s office. It led to the rear of the supermarket and to a corridor that connected to several rooms, amongst them the staff toilets, changing rooms, plus a showering facility and staff canteen. At the end of the corridor were a set of double doors that led out back to where stock was stored and deliveries taken in. Other double doors connected to the store’s front of house through which staff could move fresh stock on pallets and trolleys for restocking of the shelves; all typical supermarket stuff.

 

“The men’s changing room has a mirror, maybe even wide enough to show you in your entirety. Through there, and second door on the right,” Lee gestured. 

 

“Hmm, that may do. But you’ll have to come with me. I need you to witness how I react to seeing me wearing my first pair of EBFs. Can’t do this without a sexy witness to make the event official,” Umberto declared, sealing the deal with a bounce of his floppy, huge pectorals, which he deftly forced to snap taut and hard as bricks.

 

Umberto squeezed his bulk through the door to the back corridor, Lee obediently following. “Um… bring that lotion with you, sexy Lee. We’re definitely gonna need it.” He sealed the remark with another deliciously sexy wink.

 

The doors to the changing rooms (the other one being for female staff, although only three girls currently worked at Alderson’s) were not as wide as the previous doors Umberto had to stoop and squeeze through. This time he made sure his body was pumped up to its fullest as he tried to squeeze through.

 

“Hmm, this won’t do. Good job you brought that lotion, Lee. You’re gonna have to lotion me up to help me squeeze all this muscled manliness through your inferior little changing room door,” said Umberto assuredly. 

 

“Oh fuck, Umberto, your sexy little Lee is gonna come very very soon,” Lee said, groaning as his lust gained further power over him. He noticed that he was becoming a little more daring with the choice of words he used to talk to the bodybuilder.

 

“Don’t be shy, my sexy, and quite potential boyfriend-in-waiting. Lube me up so I can revel at the sight of my sexy exposed button-fly denim cut-offs.” Umberto’s voice had deepened to a sexy husky tone, and the slight Italian accent lent it a crisp accentuation that only added to his overall sexiness. 

 

His “boyfriend-in-waiting”. Had Lee heard him correctly, or was it just wishful thinking playing tricks on the twink’s hearing?

 

“Okay, just a little bit longer. The right time for you to come is fast approaching. Hang in there a little. But before you unscrew the cap from the lotion bottle, I wanna sniff something to further heighten my own lust, which is now not only just self-adoring muscle lust, but also a lust for something else,” said Umberto, extending his reach as if to engulf Lee with his size and strength. Lee somehow knew what Umberto wanted to do. He completely gave in; he was powerless to resist. 

 

He let himself get picked up by Umberto, which the bodybuilder did all too easily. “Fuck, you feel weightless to me,” said Umberto after lifting Lee  several feet off the floor. He raised him up so that his crotch was level with the most handsome face Lee had ever seen. Nay, not handsome… Umberto was beautiful beyond sane reasoning. The giant bodybuilder muscle-god pressed his nose and mouth to Lee’s crotch. He inhaled slowly and deeply, enjoying the aroma and wetness of Lee’s precum-sodden work pants.

 

“Yum… you smell fantastic down there, sexy Lee,” said Umberto before running his tongue up and down Lee’s crotch area, liking the taste of the precum and the metallic aftertaste left from the buttons on his fly. He wanted to hold him tight and hug him forever, but there was still work to be done. In order to get to the mirror in the changing room, he had to fit through the door. The lotion was a vital tool that would help make that happen.

 

How did I last this long, thought Lee as he squeezed a good handful of lotion into his palm. He’d lost track of the normal passage of time ever since first laying eyes on Umberto Morelli. It could have been minutes that passed, or hours; he just didn’t know one from the other. Usually he’d have jizzed himself well before now, and that wasn’t even in the presence of a muscle-god, just regular bodybuilders or porn stuff on the internet. He’d fucked plenty of guys since exploding onto the gay scene a couple years previously, and he’d even gone through a premature ejaculatory phase, however, that changed as he learned to fuck properly and make it as pleasurable as possible for both giver and receiver. It seemed as though his libido had developed a mind of its own and was helping Lee to keep itself holding on as long as possible so as not to ruin a single moment of an incredible situation that continued to intensify and drive his lust factor through the roof.

 

“Oh I see your boss likes the good stuff,” Umberto commented, noticing the lotion was one of the more expensive brands. He beamed a broad grin and then turned around so his back was facing towards Lee. 

 

“Start by lotioning up my back, sexy boyfriend,” Umberto urged cheekily. Lee was stunned. He said ‘boyfriend’ this time, without the ‘in-waiting’ part. Lee began to worry this was some bizarre dream he was having. He’d passed out right at the till once before because he’d been late for his shift that morning and so had had to skip breakfast. Maybe the same thing had happened this time. Had he forgotten to eat today? 

 

His brain melted and turned to runny gloop which didn’t help. But it felt too real – far too stimulating – to be a dream. This had to be real. Umberto appeared to be into Lee as much as Lee was into him. Umberto was everything Lee could have ever dreamed of and lusted for. But was this as far as it would go? Could there be anything beyond this incredible encounter with a muscle-god?

 

Lee made sure his hands and fingers were well-coated with the moisturising lotion. Umberto thought it fun to stand in front of the changing room door and fan out his back to its widest by doing a rear lat-spread, showing how the door was almost half a foot narrower on each side than his back and shoulders. Lee gasped, feeling himself go all wobbly. Still, he must soldier on. Umberto was adamant that Lee carry out his duty to its fullest.

 

“Wow this door is ridiculously narrow, Lee my man. See how I’ve widened my back to make it easier for you to rub on the lotion? Wouldn’t want your delightful digits to get eaten up by the deep cuts between my back muscles. I could hide loose change in those muscle gullies. Heh!”

 

Lee tentatively touched Umberto’s skin, starting at the lower back region. His waist-to-shoulder ratio was insane. Most men opted for a V-taper and so worked out to achieve that. But if Umberto’s taper were to be represented by a letter of the alphabet, it would be a very big uppercase ‘V’ in bold, with three ‘W’s side by side on top. Something like that anyway. 

 

Lee was aghast at how smooth, but hard the skin felt, as the muscles were expanded to their fullest. He gasped with a mixture of lust and anxiety as he rubbed in the lotion and quickly relaxed and began to enjoy the sensation of working his lotioned hands up and across the massive delta of Umberto’s back.

 

“Wow, that feels so good, Lee. Keep going. Get more on there. I need to be really slippery with lotion so’s I can get through this fucking door. I can’t wait to see what I look like in my very much improved bodybuilder slut shorts.” Umberto was nothing but playfully and lustily enthusiastic. He was enjoying this experience as much as Lee was.

 

Lee was silent now, concentrating on the task, trying his best to commit every muscle bump and valley to memory, in case he never saw Umberto again after this encounter. This memory would be deposited in his ‘wank bank’ forever after, and hopefully the ruined shirt Umberto had given him as a gift would never lose its muscle man-stink.

 

Lee ran out of lotion half way up the spread of Umberto’s muscle wings, and so he had to squirt another good glob of it into his palm. He lubed his palms up again and returned to exploring the ever-moistening expanse of Umberto’s muscular landscape stretched before him. This time the lotion bottle made that sound when there is more air than lotion coming out of the nozzle.

 

“Jeez, sexy Lee, I hope there’s enough lotion in that bottle. You still need to lube up my shoulders, beachball pectorals, arms and maybe even my legs, if I stand a chance of seeing myself in that mirror. I really can’t wait to look at myself properly since my last workout. I know I’m bigger than I was this morning. I need to see it or I’ll get upset. And you wouldn’t like to see Umberto get upset.”

 

Umberto changed his pose to a rear double biceps. His mountainous arms bunched up and became rock hard boulders, thick veins cracking up through the skin the more he flexed. His rear traps and other back muscles bunched together and bulged to extremes as Lee worked more lotion into them. His palms quickly ran dry of the lotion and it was time for another squirt. There was only one squirt left.

 

“Muh-maybe enough for your shoulders… and pecs, I think,” Lee once again stammered.

 

“Shit, that may not be enough. Look at the fucking size of my shoulders, their sheer width even bones me up more than ever. And my pectorals are fucking gigantic.” 

 

Once again turning to face the incredibly fortunate twink, Umberto expertly made his muscle-tits bounce and roll and crack one striation after another across their corpulent masses. His pectorals were actually disproportionately large compared with the rest of his muscles. Umberto liked it that way, having a balloon chest so busty, it was getting harder and harder to see over them. When he’d be lying on the bench, pressing 1000 pounds of weight over and over, his entire field of vision would be taken up by super-swollen biceps pressing against the size of his pecs.  In turn, this combined with the superior weight they displaced, making them bulge obscenely upward and forming a muscle cleavage that a grown man could lose a hand and wrist in, possibly half his forearm too. But he still wasn’t satisfied with the size of his pecs, or his overall size.

 

“Lube up my big pecs next, sexy boy,” Umberto commanded, his tone guttural and his breath heavy, “I’ll bounce them like fucking crazy while you’re doing it.”

 

Lee moaned lustily as he worked the cream into the heaving bodybuilder-bosoms. They felt so heavy as his fingers lingered around the swollen under-swells of his lower pectorals. He felt their heft in his hands and they had to weigh at least forty pounds apiece, maybe more. Umberto heaved and squeezed them together, forcing them to bulge hugely, inviting Lee to explore the canyon his busty pectorals formed as they were pressed together.

 

“Work that cream into my cleavage, Lee, and then into the big dimples I can form on each side of my outer pectorals with minimal effort, just by lightly squeezing my biceps. I don’t even have to flex that much to dimple out my titan-tits.”

 

Sure enough a deep delicious dimple formed on each side of Umberto’s pecs, big enough for Lee’s fists to become embedded in. More pec squeezing enticed Lee’s fingers to sensuously scurry his fingers across the massive globes, until finally he could bury his lotion-smeared digits deep into Umberto’s canyon cleavage. The cleavage hungrily devoured the lotion along with Lee’s fingers and even part of the hands themselves. Lee gasped further, his forehead beaded with sweat, and his dick pushing out his button-fly pants even further. He was close to blowing his wad. But still, Umberto demanded he explore further.

 

“My pecs can swell even more if you play with my monster nips, Lee. Go on, tickle and twist them. Enjoy my nubs as much as they will enjoy you,” Umberto urged, throwing his head back in the throes of utter muscle bliss. He was obsessed with bodybuilding. He would never stop bodybuilding. He needed to bodybuild more and more, increasing in size and getting stronger, hotter, and way more beautiful than he currently was. And Lee would be his muse-cum-helper monkey, to put it into an amusing context.

 

Lee got hold of the downward pointing nipples, each bigger than the tops of his thumbs. He started by inserting his fingers into each nipple ring and tugging them downward. The nubs felt so firm, so large and manly, and it took a bit of effort on Lee’s part to make them yield. The rings were quite sexy to interact with, but he wanted to give his full attention to the nipples proper. He removed his fingers from the rings so he could grasp the nipple flesh.  He twisted them and played with them for a bit. 

 

Umberto gasped and moaned, loving every moment. He bounced the fuck out of his muscle boobs, working more and more blood and testosterone into them and causing a surge of both throughout his body. Both men had completely forgotten they were in the staff  back area of a supermarket. This experience for both of them transcended reality, leaving behind the here and now. There was only timeless muscle-lust and the bliss it coerced into being.

 

“Unnngh… so good, Lee. I love how you play with my nubs, and how you made my pectorals moist and glistening. More lotion, though… around my deltoids and upper arms. I need to get through that door now… NOW! I gotta see how I look in my exposed button-fly bodybuilder whore-denims before I fucking EXPLODE!!!! Grrrr!”

 

The lotion was all but used up. Lee managed to get a little out onto his palm and did his best to smear as much as he could over the areas requested – nay, demanded – by Umberto. The melon-sized delts glistened less than satisfactorily as the lotion finally gave up its ghost. Lee began to panic. He needed to let some pressure out from his painfully tight boner crotch. He undid the waistband button and two of the fly buttons of his pants, and pushed his hand past the elastic of his boxer briefs in order to adjust his junk. It helped a little. 

 

How have I not come yet, he thought? Is it possible that Umberto exerted such a hold over him that he was capable of delaying Lee’s impending orgasm and explosion of jizz on a subliminal level? This chemistry between them had to be explored further. Umberto had fucked hundreds of men, mostly bodybuilders, and not one of them had had this much of an effect on his muscle arousal as that which Lee was capable of making him feel. A super skinny twink with glasses, and he was driving Umberto crazy with muscle lust, urging him to swell bigger and bigger than his muscles had swelled before. 

 

“I could run out to the shop floor and grab some more lotion from the shelf, if you like, buh… but I don’t think I’ll last long enough to get out there. My erection is now at full mast, Umberto. I’m packing ten inches of twink meat down there, and besides, I had to undo some of my buttons. Can’t do them back up again, not yet anyway,” Lee explained in honesty.

 

“There’s no time for that, boyfriend,” Umberto growled. He said that word again. This was their first encounter and already he was calling him ‘boyfriend’. He continued: “I’ll just have to improvise. Grrrrrrr”.

 

Umberto had to stoop and turn sideways to attempt to get through the door. His lotioned pecs and back created a sideways girth wider than the door by almost a foot. He was sweaty now, so at least the sweat was mixing with the lotion and helping him lube up further. But it still wasn’t enough to get through  the door and to the precious mirror beyond. 

 

“Right. Fuck this!!!” Somehow he managed to squeeze partway through the door, his knees bent to lower his height somewhat. Then he attempted a half-twist of his body to force himself through further. He began to flex. Then he flexed some more. Then he flexed huger and huger. Lee heard the sound of splintering wood. Some plaster became dislodged from around the doorframe. Slowly but surely, Umberto was transforming the dimensions of the door frame to accommodate his gigantic muscle mass. The door itself, which had been opened inwards, immediately broke away from its hinges and flew across the changing room to strike a row of lockers at the back of the room. This gave Umberto a couple more inches to work with. The door frame buckled further. Wood continued to crack and split along with masonry becoming loose around the door frame.

 

“Nearly there. Shoulders almost through!” He had now widened the door sufficiently to stand face to face with Lee, each mighty shoulder pushing the door frame out further on either side. Still with his head bowed forward and his knees half-bent, Umberto proceeded to bring himself up to full height. The backs of his traps bore the full force of mutilating the crossbeam that formed the horizontal top of the door frame. He applied more and more force, deforming the door further as he pushed upwards and outwards simultaneously. Was this a load-bearing wall? Lee was no architect, but Umberto’s incredible display of power made him not care if the entire store came down around them. He had all the buttons of his pants open, now, so it made it slightly easier for him to further resist the urge to blow his wad. The first three inches of his above average dick poked out of the top of his boxer briefs. No point hiding it now.

 

“Wow, I look forward to getting to know your cock, Lee sexy man,” drooled Umberto as he flexed to his full height and titanic width. The door frame came completely away from the wall around it, shattering into splinters, which, fortunately, didn't find a home anywhere near Lee’s delicate skin. Still, Lee found himself having to run to a safe distance further down the corridor as Umberto finished performing such a superhuman feat of strength, The ceiling hadn’t collapsed, so that was something to be thankful for, but the damage was significant. Eugene would not be pleased, but with everything getting recorded by his CCTV, he’d have wank material to last him the rest of his life. A little structural damage could be dealt with easily enough.

 

“There, now THAT’s a door befitting a bodybuilder my size. Fuck the prick who decided to create a door for hobbits,” Umberto boasted, pleased with his handiwork.

 

Once through the door and into the changing room, Umberto pumped up to his full height and width, flaring his lats and bouncing his pectoral mountains simultaneously. He was a bit disappointed when he saw the mirror.

 

“That’s a bit shit. Okay, so it’s a full length mirror, but it’s only two feet wide. I’m three times that wide, maybe. But it’ll have to do.” Umberto relaxed his posing and stood as far back from the mirror as the size of the room would allow. The fluorescent light overhead was bright and sufficient. Umberto looked down at his cut-offs, with their missing waistband, shortened length, and the exposed button-fly. His reflection (or part of it) filled the entire mirror.

 

“Fucking amazing. You worked well on them, Lee. They’re so hot and I want you to convert all my jeans and pants from now on. Make them all EBFs. But you know what? I’m so horny now, I don’t think these buttons are going to hold. What do you think?”

 

Lee didn’t know what to say. He was in awe of the muscle-god. It sounded like Umberto was planning that their ‘relationship’ be a long term thing. He liked the sound of that.

 

“You can blow your load, now, honey. Umberto is pleased with the attention you’ve given him. Now to give you something back as a reward. But first get out of that uniform and your boxers. I wanna see all of you.”

 

Lee went quiet again, eager to please the giant wall of mega-muscle before him. He hurried himself to complete nakedness and stood before Umberto, skinny, lanky, and naked as the day he was born. His erection was at full mast and it shot straight up level with his abs and well past his belly button. Umberto loved how hung he was for such a skinny guy.

 

“Wow, that’s a gorgeous cock you have. Who’d have thought your button-fly could keep all that in without bursting apart?”

 

Umberto’s words were too much. Lee moaned and his entire body shook as his balls began to throb for release of his spunk. It was Umberto’s cue to reach forward and effortlessly lift Lee upwards, drawing his quivering dick up to his manly, too-sexy lips. Just as Lee screamed in release of his salty créme, Umberto took hold of his cock and sucked it all the way into his mouth. Lee’s body tensed like iron in his grip as his spunk gushed down Umberto’s throat. 

 

The bodybuilder drank deeply, pleased – and a little surprised – that such a skinny guy could produce so much seed. Five shots of come, or maybe six, gushed down Umberto’s throat and he took Lee to the very last drop. Lee’s scream quietened and his body went limp in Umberto’s hold. The giant bodybuilder had been satiated, for now. He pulled Lee close to him, this time tenderly, and allowed the little guy to bury his face in his huge and beautiful pectorals. Lee nuzzled each pec with equal tenderness. Then he started sobbing unexpectedly.

 

“That was… amazing… ohmygosh!” was all he could say. Umberto hugged him a little longer, before setting him down. There was a bench in the changing room where the male staff could sit down to take their work shoes on and off. He sat there, naked and quivering with a mixture of  elation and nervous anxiety. Spent of his seed, his body needed time to adjust to normality again. Maybe it never would. He looked up at the massive muscle-god.

 

“But what about you? Aren’t you gonna come as well?” An innocently put question that made Lee look even cuter.

 

“Well I don’t want to ruin these beautiful improved cut-offs that now exist thanks to you,” Umberto explained. He added: “Besides, I shot a massive fucking load in the gym before I left it. Drenched four bodybuilders in the shower who then started having an orgy to get as much of my come into their mouths. It was quite a sight to behold. I didn’t even bother to shower. Just came over here to get some grub. Which reminds me, I’m fucking starving after my workout.”

 

“So then, this is it? I don’t get to taste your muscle spunk? Can we do this again?” Lee was suddenly greatly concerned that Umberto had been fucking with him from the beginning just to get a mouthful of twink jizz. But Umberto smiled at him, warmly, his cocky demeanour now taking a back seat to something between friendliness and wanting something more.

 

He lifted Lee onto the bench so that their eye levels were now the same. He raised a big callused mitt up to gently pinch Lee on the cheek. Of course, this caused his biceps and forearm muscles to collide, forcing more and more veins to freakishly bloat and swell with power.

 

“Don’t worry, sexy Lee… MY sexy Lee. Had I known I’d meet someone like you at the most unexpected moment, I’d never have shot my litre-sized load back over in the gym. I was super horny after one of the best workouts of my life. Sometimes any horniness remaining manifests as playful arrogance, if that’s even a thing. I’m a little spent now, and I’ve had my fun for the time being. But I gotta pay the bills, so I have to get something to eat and then get to work. I just moved into the big warehouse apartment on Bridge Street and I gotta work to keep a roof over my head, and, of course, to pay for all the food and supplements I need to grow so fucking huge!” A tinge of the arrogant self-indulgent Umberto returned to finish his last sentence.

 

Lee’s eyes grew wide with surprise. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “Did you say Bridge Street? Why… I live right across the street from that apartment. How come I never saw you before today? You’re impossible to miss.” Lee couldn’t believe that the man of his dreams was very much a reality, and lived just a few metres from his own flat.

 

“Just moved in yesterday. I didn’t unpack. Just hit the weights hard. I’ll have a full gym set up in the place eventually. But for now Gridiron will suffice. It’s for the genetically gifted hyper-muscled bodybuilders who want to grow even bigger. My kinda place. But I really can’t wait to get to know you better. Hey I never even got your surname, did I?” Umberto’s lust had levelled out. He behaved quite gentlemanly now, but he was the type that could explode into a massive most muscular at any moment and anger up the testosterone in his balls again, setting it off like a nest of disturbed hornets.

 

“It’s Fordham. Lee Fordham,” Lee replied.

 

“Nice to meet you, Lee Fordham. Umberto Morelli really likes what he sees. And Umberto Morelli really wants to get to know you better. Are you free tomorrow evening for dinner? I know this great Italian pizza place on Timpani Street. I have an account there. But it’s quite a formal dress code, too. Do you own a dress shirt and bow tie? I’m really into bow ties.”  Umberto lifted Lee down from the bench and bent down to pick up his clothes for him. In fairness Lee could have done with a shower before going back to work, but he had a feeling Eugene would go easy on him. Besides, it had to be near the end of his shift, now that a sense of the normal passage of time had returned to Lee.

 

“I also love bow ties. I’ve got a drawer full of them,” Lee beamed. He couldn’t believe it… Umberto was asking him out on a date. A proper date. He’d never been on one of those before, usually scoring with guys at gay bars or occasional internet hookups.

 

“Great. Meet me outside my apartment at 8pm. Hopefully the sun will still be out and we can casually stroll hand in hand to the restaurant, dressed in our finest and turning the heads of everyone we pass. But we won’t give a shit. Fuck them. I’ve got too much muscle to care.” And to illustrate unabashedly, the bodybuilder brought his arms up and popped out a huge double biceps. His muscle peaks blasted upward like new mountains being birthed from the earth. Lightning flashes of veins cracked across every surface. Lee gasped yet again.

 

And then Umberto was gone, squeezing through the enlarged doorway he had made for himself. Wearing only his denim cut-offs with the buttons shining and fully exposed, he left via the delivery entrance, deciding not to cause too much of a commotion given that he was completely shirtless. He could have used a shower. Plaster dust and splinters of wood still clung to some of the more moisturised parts of his muscles. Fuck it, he’d still turn heads wherever he went. He was a muscle-god and so to him normal rules no longer applied.

 

Later on, Lee was at his locker, having had a shower after such a spectacular afternoon. Eugene was upset over the damage Umberto had made to the changing room door, but Lee said all the wanking he’d be doing to the recordings of Umberto being cocky and self-obsessed with his displays of unabashed and jaw-dropping muscularity and strength, would more than make up for the damage. Eugene was okay with it. He looked forward to reviewing those recordings at home on his computer later that evening. Of course first he would have to get in a handyman to repair damage to the changing room.

 

Sam’s shift ended when Lee’s did. Their lockers were side by side. Sam made casual chat with Lee as they changed clothes, mostly about the damage the hulking bodybuilder had caused to the door. Then, more confidently, Sam asked Lee out for a drink, but Lee declined, much to Sam’s dismay. That was the first time the newbie had asked him out for a drink, and it further cemented in his mind that Sam might indeed be gay, given that he’d opted for the exposed button-fly version of the mens work pants, rather than the concealed fly. Feeling somewhat emboldened, Lee decided to raise the issue of Sam’s choice of work pants.

 

“So you went for the sexier choice of work pants, just like the boss and me. I hope you’re not attempting to suck up to Eugene,” Lee joked as he slipped into a tee-shirt and running shorts. His uniform would need washing. It reeked of precum and sweat, otherwise he would have worn it home. The tee-shirt and shorts in his locker were just for emergencies.

 

“Yeah, they’re pretty cool. I like how they look on me. A break from the norm eh?” Sam, despite being a bit chubby, was still quite good looking. Lee had hooked up with confident chubby guys before and they were pretty good in the sack, although Lee’s number one choice of guy would always be a bodybuilder. And Umberto has certainly raised the bar in that respect, only his bar was supporting a massive 1000 pounds for 12 reps at a time. Sam was the type that stripped both top and bottoms off at the same time, unashamed to be seen only in his tiny, sexy undies as he rummaged in his locker for his day clothes. He dropped his deodorant on the floor and gleefully bent down to retrieve it, careful to make sure that the luminous pink thong he wore was in full view of Lee. It divided his portly bubble butt nicely, the thin thong strap at the rear easily swallowed up by his cavernous crack. Being a bit on the short side, he made up for it in other ways. Lee felt his dick quivering excitedly in his shorts.

 

But if Sam had anything planned from flirting with Lee, then it wasn’t happening in a locker room that reeked of bodybuilder muscle stink. Sam slipped into a pair of black Levis jeans cut short to his knees. His thighs were chunky and his hips a little too wide, but the jeans looked great on him. Especially the exposed button-fly front he’d created for himself with a pair of scissors. Lee almost shrieked with delight. Another recruit to club EBF, it seemed. Then Sam, growing bolder by the minute, pulled a stretchy ribbed sky blue tee-shirt out of his bag, only he’d snipped a good four inches off the bottom. It hung from his doughy chest as a crop top, stopping just above a navel encircled with fine blonde hair that darkened slightly to the beginning of a hot pubic line above the waistband of his jeans. Lee’s dick grew instantly hard. He liked crop tops, too, and resolved to start wearing them himself, provided the weather stayed warm and sunny.

 

Lee found himself liking Sam more and more with each passing moment. That was when Sam leaned forward, having to stand on his tiptoes to reach Lee’s luscious lips. 

 

What had been a spontaneous superficial friend-to-friend peck on the lips soon saw the guys thrusting their tongues into each other’s mouths, tasting and probing for all they were worth.

 

“Fuck going for a drink,” Lee gasped, much surprised by this sudden turn of events. He added: “You’re coming home with me.” And with a playful pat on his arse, Lee left Aldersons with Sam Wickham, not knowing where the evening would take them.

 

 

PART 2

 

“You’re flat’s nice,” Sam said to Lee when they arrived at Lee’s place. It was just a two-roomer, with the bed, living and dining area all combined. A door led through to a bathroom barely big enough to shower, shave and take a leak in. That was it. Lee lived quite frugally and didn’t have a lot of clutter. But he had a big wardrobe full of clothes, and a chest of drawers for undies and socks and so forth.

 

“It’s not much, but all I can afford on Aldersons wages,” he replied, almost bashfully. He liked how Sam had suddenly come out of his shell, but having had his load shot into the throat of the biggest bodybuilder he’d ever seen, Lee was feeling a little depleted. He also liked, however, that Sam had made such a spontaneous pass at him back in the changing room, although he couldn’t get Umberto out of his thoughts.

 

“Yeah, I know the feeling. I live with my granny. She’s always drunk and breaking stuff, so I pretty much just stay in my room playing video games and leave her to her own business,” Sam said, inviting himself to sit down on Lee’s capacious queen-sized bed.

 

“Mmmm… comfy. I wonder what fun we could have in this bed,” said Sam, forwardly. He made himself more comfortable by removing his crop top and unbuttoning the top button of his EBF denims. He rested his back against a pillow and placed one forearm behind his head. With his other hand he started to rub his crotch. Gaps appeared between his exposed button-fly as his dick thickened with chubbiness. Lee watched, interested, but wishing Sam had muscles as big as Umberto. But Sam was truly beautiful even though he was a bit on the overweight side. He wasn’t shy about being overweight, and loved to show off his puffy nipples that pushed out from light brown areolas. Lee wasn’t sure why he did what he did next, but reason and logic had decided to take the day off ever since Umberto came into their lives.

 

“Here, sniff this. Breathe in his smell real deep, and tell me I wasn’t and still aren’t having some amazing dream,” said Lee. He didn’t remember putting it in the pocket of his shorts before leaving work earlier, but there it was: the panel of denim he’d removed from Umberto’s shorts, one of two souvenirs he would hopefully never part with. He tossed it towards Sam and it landed on his doughy gut near to his gorgeous treasure trail of darker pubes.

 

“Oh I see what this is. I bet it smells amazing,” said Sam passing the denim strip across his nostrils like the way toffee-nosed types sniff a fine and expensive cigar. He drew in deeply, allowing the microscopic particles of Umberto’s bodybuilder muscle-stink to intoxicate his senses. His crotch swelled further and more visibly. Lee’s shorts began to tent outwards at the front.

 

“Yum… I could sniff this all day. What exactly happened with you and the giant god of muscle-manliness earlier in Eugene’s office?” 

 

“He posed a lot, flexing his muscles and being a total alpha show-off. It was hard getting his shorts down past his massive thighs. And his dick was fucking huge. I think he was growing as he got more and more turned on. I eventually couldn’t keep my load in and when I shot it off he lifted me up in time to swallow the lot,” Lee explained.

 

He reached into his bag for the tattered remains of the other souvenir, Umberto’s shirt that was barely a shirt when worn by a mountainous god. The flat soon reeked of come and sweat far stronger than the most hardcore bodybuilding gyms. Lee continued his account of earlier, and both guys grew more and more aroused:

 

“He was too big to get through the changing room door because he wanted to see how the shorts looked on him, and you know the changing room has a full-length mirror. And you saw what he did to the door.”

 

The tattered shirt was stinking so much now. It was strange, like it was getting stinkier and more arousingly pungent, although that was impossible, was it not?

 

“Yeah he can’t be of this world, Lee. He simply can't be. Do you like how swollen my nipples look when I’m turned on?” There was no denying that Sam Wickham was looking more and more hot and pleasing to the eye with each passing minute. What the hell was going on? Had they somehow crossed over to a parallel universe, where massive bodybuilders that defied all physical laws lived and breathed and reigned superior over the mundane masses?

 

“Your nips are amazing,” said Lee. He wanted to fuck Sam, now, but wasn’t sure if he was a top of a bottom. His arse was big and bubbly, if a bit flabby, but it would easily take all ten inches of Lee’s big, hungry cock. But before he could advance on the short, blonde stud, Sam was off the bed and across the room so as to grab Umberto’s shirty remains off Lee. 

 

“I wanna be your randy little Incredible Hulk,” Sam growled, and dressed up in the shredded shirt as best as its tattered flaps of cotton would allow. He looked stupid with it on, but neither of them cared. Lee formed an anxious look on his face as it suddenly occurred to him that Sam’s body odour might interfere with Umberto’s muscle-stink, and somehow change it. But what if it made the smell even better?

 

“Mmmm the smell is amazing. I’d love to be a big bodybuilder and do insane things to you,” teased Sam, rubbing Umberto’s muscle stink into his soft skin. His nipples bulged more hugely, now, looking more like the fertile, nourishing nubs of a woman than of a hot young bloke.

 

“We shouldn’t do this, Sam. I feel like we’re meddling in affairs we shouldn’t be,” Lee chewed his bottom lip to stop it from quivering. His ten incher was now at full mast, pushing out his shorts further and further.  Umberto’s smell was almost choking their olfactory senses, but the pleasure of it was indescribable.

 

“Oh man… bodybuilding… bodybuilding… body-fucking-building. I want it so much,” said Sam making muscle poses and growling like an adolescent in heat. Lee lost control and pushed Sam across the room. The intoxicated duo landed on the bed, with Lee and all of his six feet of lanky leanness lying on top of Sam. Lee kissed him forcibly, now also making angry noises as his horniness intensified. They rolled around on the bed, interchanging positions and getting more of the shirt stink on the duvet. The smell seemed to get stronger and stronger.

 

Lee pinned down Sam’s hands and the blonde made no attempt to break free. His mouth and tongue hungrily explored Sam’s face and neck, before  working down to his less manly-looking chest with its disproportionately large and suckable buds, which Lee tasted and found delicious. He released one of Sam’s hands so he could fondle his stomach, tracing down through his treasure trail to pop the buttons of his cut-offs and release Sam’s rod. Sam’s pudgy dick was already too extended and swollen for his skimpy thong to contain and it popped out and thickened with mass and throbbing veins.

 

“I’m a grower, a fucking huge grower,” Sam gasped as Lee dropped to his knees so he could suck the precum off Sam’s beautiful cock. It was about seven inches hard, but it was also very thick, and it filled Lee’s mouth sufficiently. Lee sucked him off to a point where it seemed Sam would come in his mouth, but he had to taste more and more of him, especially his wonderfully fat, round balls that were already charging with lusty juices.

 

“I want you so naked,” Lee snarled, pulling the tattered plaid shirt away from the short blonde stud.  It was warm in the flat now, and the guys glistened with sweat from the effort of being so suddenly turned on by one another.

 

Sam found the strength to flip away from the bed, simultaneously grabbing Lee and flinging him onto the bed. Now out of his clothes Lee’s super leanness seemed to compliment the chunkier Sam.

 

“Wow, your cock is huge. It must be nine inches,” Sam marvelled. 

 

“It’s ten,” Lee gasped and his big dick twitched and pulsed with the energy of sexually-charged youth. “I’d love it to be over a foot long, though,” he added.

 

“I want to be enormous all over,” Sam said, before taking all of Lee’s ten inches into his mouth until he almost gagged. He’d obviously done this thing before, and he deftly pleasured Lee’s big dick over and over. They now reeked of bodybuilder muscle-musk. It was heavenly.

 

“Imagine my big nipples on bodybuilder pectorals,” Sam managed to murmur in between sucks.

 

“Huge… get fucking huge, Sam. Make Umberto look small,” Lee pleaded as his lust rose to critical levels. They changed positions once more, with Sam lying with his back on the stinky bed. He arched his pelvis upward, and Lee caught his legs by the ankles and pushed, bringing Sam’s legs up  and over and revealing his plump anus invitingly.

 

“Put it in me,” Sam growled, and Lee was only too pleased to oblige. An arse as well-formed and capacious as Sam’s was simply made for a big dick. Lee wondered how many dicks had been caressed by that tight hole.

 

Lee entered Sam, slowly at first, but then momentum increased and Lee was soon pounding Sam somewhat aggressively, not that Sam minded in the slightest. They fucked for what seemed like ages, Lee taking Sam repeatedly up his hole, and in other positions, too. Then they changed roles and Lee got to feel Sam’s chubby mass of manhood inside his modest anus.

 

Both guys tasted each other’s jizz and they drank each other dry, with Sam’s larger balls producing way much more spurting spunk than Lee was capable of producing so soon after feeding it to Umberto Morelli.

 

After several screaming orgasms, the boys collapsed on the big reeking bed, to reflect on the day that had been. Outside the sun began to set.

 

“Fancy some takeout?” Lee suggested. Both lads had forgotten they had appetites, with food taking a back seat to other fancies.

 

“Yeah, Pizza would be great. But we should take a shower first,” said Sam.

 

“Nah, I don’t want us to lose Umberto’s stink. I forgot to tell you he just moved in across the street, into the warehouse apartment. He obviously needs a lot of space to live in. He’d never fit inside this place,” said Lee.

 

“Wow, lucky you, living so close to him. Maybe he’ll let you play with his muscles once in a while,” Sam suggested.

 

“That would be amazing. He really had an effect on me today. And then what we just did… I really wasn’t expecting that. Have you been with many guys, Sam?”

 

“Um… just a few. I only came out a few months ago. My friends know. My granny doesn’t. My parents are divorced. Mum lives in Scotland, and Dad travels a lot for work. We mostly facetime. I don’t have any siblings. What about you?” Sam snuggled into sweaty Lee, liking how his skinny body looked so anatomical due to his lack of body fat. It contrasted his own doughiness quite nicely.

 

“I moved here to be independent and gay. There’s not much to tell. Just boring stuff. But I like my life and I’m obsessed with exposed button-fly pants and jeans, and also, of course… massive bodybuilders.” Lee reached for his phone and to an app that would order them a big pizza and some fries they could share. While they waited, they cuddled and chatted further.

 

“Yeah I only ever wear exposed button pants. And I love crop-tops, as you’ve already seen. I wished we lived back in the early seventies, when every second guy you’d pass on the street would be wearing EBFs,” Sam’s gaze seemed to look into the aether, as if drawn to a memory of years before they were born.

 

“You know your stuff. It’s great having someone to share a rare fetish with, other than Eugene. I’ll make some crop-tops out of a few old shirts tomorrow. Maybe we could go clubbing in them,” Lee enthused.

 

Just for fun Lee got up off the bed and dressed in Sam’s clothes. The crop-top was obviously swimming on him, and the jeans which Sam had cut to just above his knees ended halfway down his slender thighs. He buttoned up all of the buttons only to discover how loose the waistband was. 

 

“Heh, look at how loose they are around my waist, Sam. What waist size are you?”

 

“Thirty-four. I know, I could lose a few pounds, or at least trim off some of the fat,” Sam patted his slight paunch proudly, causing his love handles to jiggle.

 

“Haha, my bony waist is only twenty-eight. But watch this.” Lee turned to the side and put his arms behind his head. He took a few breaths and then sucked in his stomach as deeply as he could.

 

“Holy shit,” said Sam, his eyes almost coming out on stalks. Lee’s stomach vacuum made his torso diminish in girth as though only a couple of inches existed between his spine and belly-button.

 

“Just one of my party tricks. Maybe I’ll show you others,” Lee winked. Then he added: “Hey, let's have some fun when the pizza delivery guy arrives. I usually order from the same place. I got us a meat supreme. Rex is the delivery guy and he’s a hottie. Is it okay to remove the waistband from your EBFs? I promise it’ll make them look even sexier on you. More of that hot treasure trail on show, and you’ll still have the other four buttons down the front to show off.”

 

Sam thought about it. “Yeah, go ahead. We can be all slutty with Rex when he arrives. Maybe he’ll want to hang out with us for a bit,” Sam winked mischievously. Lee went to work on the denims. It only took a minute to cut around the circumference of the jeans with his trusty scissors. 

 

“Here, try them on for me now,” Lee playfully ordered. Sam was only too keen to oblige. Lee opened his wardrobe inside of which was a full-length mirror attached to the door.

 

“Wow, they look great. And my nipples are fully erect, too,” said Sam cheerily. 

 

Lee then rummaged around in his wardrobe and found a trashed pair of EBF cut-offs that were almost completely backless, save for a thong-strip seam at the back that was easily guzzled up by his crack. 

 

“Are these slutty enough, ya think?” said Lee with an impish wink.

 

“So hot. I wonder if Rex will get all horned up by Umberto’s muscle-stink when he arrives and it hits him in the face?” 

 

The boys had gotten used to the smell, but it was still very present in the flat. It wasn’t too long before the doorbell sounded. 

 

“Pizza!”

 

“Great, I’m famished,” said Sam, but Lee made a face.

 

“Strange, that doesn’t sound like Rex. It’s a deeper voice,” said Lee. He looked through the peephole in the door.

 

“Holy shit, wait until you see the size of this guy,” he whispered back to Sam who was admiring himself in front of the mirror. He really liked the no-waistband look.

 

Lee excitedly opened the door, wearing only the slutty EBF thong that had originally been a full pair of jeans. The delivery guy was a hunk, and very well built, but nowhere near to matching Umberto for size and sheer muscle mass.

 

The bodybuilder was bald, with slate grey eyes, handsome face finished by a trim black goatee. Lee thought he might have seen him in Aldersons once, which suggested he might lift at Gridiron.

 

“That’ll be eighteen seventy, buddy,” he said handing over the food and Lee’s cock began to twitch as the bodybuilder’s eyes were drawn downward to what Lee was barely wearing.

 

“Um, let me get my wallet. My shorts are so small they don’t have any pockets,” Lee teased, cursorily shooting a sly wink back at Sam.

 

“I can see that,” the bodybuilding hunk replied, and then, somewhat boldly:

 

“What’s the story with those anyway? Ever hear of zippers?”

 

“Um, exposed button-fly is all the rage these days,” Lee lied, “and getting quite popular with bodybuilders, too. What do you think of them?”

 

The bodybuilder just snorted something incomprehensible, although he had invited himself into the flat and nodded politely to Sam. 

 

“You’re a big fella, have you ever competed?” Sam asked.

 

“Did a contest a while back. I placed seventh. I’m trying to bulk up to get heavy enough to train at Gridiron,” said the bodybuilder. He then glanced at his watch somewhat impatiently.

 

“Ah right. We work at Aldersons supermarket right across the street from that gym. I thought I’d seen you in our store once before, and so reckoned you were already a member. We get a lot of bodybuilders in the store because we sell a lot of supplements and clothing for bodybuilders,” Lee went on.

 

“I’ve been there once or twice. Strange dress code on the pants of the male staff,” said the bodybuilder.

 

“Have you ever heard of Umberto Morelli? He came into the store today. He’s gigantic,” Lee just had to ask.

 

“Yeah, I know of him. He’s freaky huge alright. I’d kill to be that size. Say, it smells like a gym in here. You guys been working out?” The bodybuilder warmed to them, slightly.

 

“Well we were doing a workout, of sorts… on one another,” Sam teased, and groped a handful of his button-fly crotch.

 

“So you two are gay? Easy to tell from your slutty gay shorts,” the bodybuilder laughed.

 

“Here’s the money for the food. You’re welcome to stay and have some with us,” said Lee innocently enough. The bodybuilder considered the offer.

 

“Well I was doing a favour for my brother. He owns the pizza parlour. Three of his delivery guys are off sick. Some bug going around. I haven’t eaten since my last protein shake. Fuck it, my brother’s a cunt anyway.” The bodybuilder made himself comfortable over in the dining corner of the flat. Lee only had two chairs and a formica table from which to eat. He hoped the chair wasn’t too uncomfortable for the muscle-man.

 

“I’m Lee and this is Sam,” said Lee, happy to have another unplanned houseguest.

 

“I’m John,” said the bodybuilder. He took off his jacket to reveal a tight red polo shirt painted over delicious muscles. At a glance Lee took him to be around two hundred and fifty pounds. He had bulging pecs and biceps and was definitely in his bulking phase as there weren’t too many veins-a-popping.

 

“Nice to meet you John,” said Sam, lusting for the hunk. Lee got some plates for the pizza and fries. He indicated that Sam would take the other chair. Lee was content to stand. And so the impromptu threesome began to chow down. 

 

It so happened that Lee, never one for having a big appetite, managed just one slice of pizza and some fries. Sam managed three slices, whilst John finished off the rest of the food with gusto. He let out a long, loud belch of satisfaction and then patted his cobblestone belly. “This will count as my cheat meal for the week,” he decided. What he said next startled Sam who at this point had put his crop-top back on. Lee was content to stay shirtless in his trashy EBF thong shorts. John didn’t seem to mind.

 

“You’ve got a decent bit of muscle on you, Sam. It looks good. How much do you bench? Those tits didn’t come from nowhere.”

 

It was then Sam realised that somehow his body had changed. But how was that possible?

 

“Um… huh?” Sam couldn’t respond properly at first. But Lee responded on his behalf.

 

“Fuck, Sam… you… you’ve grown some muscle. Buh-but how?”

 

Sure enough, beneath the crop top the beginning of abs and cum-gutters could now be seen. His waist seemed definitely trimmer. A couple of veins snaked around his forearms and small balls formed – where before his biceps were under a blanket of dough –  as he bent and moved his arms. His crop-top tented out a little, caused by a chest that was definitely firmer and projected outward more than before. His jeans felt looser, and the cut-off ends were no longer just above his knees, rather an inch or so higher up his thighs than before. John seemed intrigued by Sam’s and Lee’s reactions.

 

“Maybe it’s the smell… from the shirt. I wore the shirt. We rolled around on the bed in its muscle-musk. Could that be the reason this happened?” Sam removed his crop-top and went over to the mirror. He checked himself out in detail and couldn’t believe his eyes. His BMI had significantly lowered. He still had some fat, but not as much as before. He bounced his new pecs and squealed in delight.

 

“But I got covered in that musk as well, so how come I’m as skinny as ever?” Lee seemed disappointed. Sure, he loved being a skinny twink with a big cock, and he’d failed to make bodybuilding a lifestyle in the past, but he wouldn’t have turned his nose up at some spontaneous “muscle-growth-without-effort”.

 

What had happened to Sam was nothing short of a miracle. Wait, something felt different. Pressure had formed inside Lee’s slut-jeans-thong, of a kind he’d never felt so strongly before. The front of the shorts bulged obscenely, gaps appearing between the button-fly and tufts of pubic hair poking through. He ran half-panicking, half-excitedly to the bathroom and slammed the door.

 

Sam looked at John and neither spoke. After a few seconds of silence:

“FUCK!!!!”

 

“What is it, Lee? Are you okay?” Sam checked out his lats in the mirror. They were small, but definitely there. He groped and twisted his body into all sorts of poses, trying to make his new muscles pop.

 

Lee came back out into the living area, this time he was completely nude. His boner was at full mast, and… what a boner it was. It had to be at least a foot long. It seemed a little thicker to Sam than when he had it down his throat and up his arse earlier.

 

“Um…er… Sam… go to the knife drawer and take out my ruler. I need to confirm this,” said Lee, excitedly, shaking a long, slender finger in the direction of the knife drawer by the sink. Even John the bodybuilder seemed impressed by the size of the twink’s schlong. The gym he currently attended had some gay exhibitionists in it, and they’d often get so horny after workouts, they’d be showing off their jewels in the shower and locker room as much as their muscle gains. He was used to that sort of thing.

 

Sam rummaged for the ruler and gave it to Lee. Being so lean there were no mammoth pectorals obscuring his gaze as he looked down at the massive penis attached to so much trimness. He set the ruler along one side of his dick and was dumbstruck that it was shorter than the rigid shaft by at least three quarters of an inch. The dick had gained almost three inches in length. He gripped it in his hand and knew straight away that it had also thickened. Where he’d had a considerably above-average cock earlier, he now boasted a monster dick that would make a lot of porn stars sick with envy.

 

“I’m fuckin’ huge,” he almost screamed.

 

“Whatever you guys are on, I need the number of your supplier,” said John, completely into what was going on in the flat. What had started out as a shitty evening for him, had definitely become something that more than piqued his interest. He hadn’t been completely honest with Lee and Sam. Yes, his brother was down three delivery guys that evening, but John was working for him to help pay off a loan he owed him. John had fallen on hard times in his journey to become a huge bodybuilder, bigger than Umberto Morelli, having spent that loan on as many “get big as quickly as possible” methods in order to fuel and expedite his chosen lifestyle. He was unquestionably a bodybuilder to look at, but he seldom showed off his muscles because his chest, shoulders and back were covered in acne from the steroids. He also found it hard to get an erection, so any HGH and testosterone shots he could get via the black market was why he owed his brother close to ten grand.

 

These two supermarket clerks seemed to have stumbled upon a muscle and cock growth miracle. And he wanted in.

 

“We’re not entirely sure how this happened, John,” said Sam, now also nude in order to see if he’d had any growth elsewhere. Sure enough:

 

“My dick’s bigger, too. I used to be seven inches hard, but I think I gained at least another inch.” The ruler confirmed he was now exactly eight inches with a rock-hard boner. His balls felt heavier, too. 

 

“Could it have anything to do with the muscle-cum-stink in here? I’ve delivered pizza to hundreds of addresses. I’ve delivered to other bodybuilders wanting their cheat meals after heavy workout sessions, and they answer the door wearing very little cuz they just had sex with their girlfriends or whatever, and never once have I smelt a scent like this, not even from other bodybuilders. So I’ll ask again… what shit are you two on?”

 

Lee and Sam didn’t take kindly to John’s sudden change of mood (most likely a result of too much juicing). 

 

“We’re not on anything. Honest.” Lee was nervous now, as was Sam. John was a lot bigger and stronger than they were, and he was becoming aggressive.

 

“I don’t fuckin’ believe you,” John snarled. And to emphasise his rising impatience, he picked up one of the kitchen chairs like it weighed nothing, and threw it across the room. It missed Sam by inches, and smashed into many pieces when it struck the wall over the headboard of Lee’s bed. Both Sam and Lee cringed in fright, losing their boners and fearing for their safety. Would they have time to make it to the fire escape? They’d never get past John to get to the front door. He had them trapped.

 

John made a lunge for Lee, but he managed to jump onto the bed and then off again to get close to Sam near the wardrobe. The boys now held onto each other for dear life. John’s forward momentum caused him to land face down on the bed. He rolled sideways and landed on the floor with a loud grunt and heavy thud. He was momentarily dazed, giving the boys a chance to make it to the fire escape. Lee opened the window and clambered out first, intending to lend assistance to the bulkier, shorter Sam in case he had trouble getting out through the window. They hoped John was too bulky to pursue. But he didn’t follow them. What was going on? Had he cracked his head open when he rolled on to the floor?

 

“Fuck, this is shit. We should never have ordered pizza,” said Lee as they cowered outside on the fire escape. Thank heavens it wasn’t winter time or they’d be freezing right now. Still, they trembled in fear, not knowing what would happen next. Then, after the longest, quietest minute in their lives:

 

“Thanks guys. I think I found what I'm looking for. See ya around,” said John, his short-lived tantrum abated. 

 

They heard the front door slam. But they stayed out on the fire escape a little longer. They said nothing for about a minute.

 

Sam bravely stuck his head through the window to make sure John had left. “He’s gone, I’m sure of it. We can go back inside now.”

 

The boys got back inside and didn’t say much, as they were still a little shocked by how such an amazing day had been soiled by John’s behaviour. Sam set about clearing bits of broken chair off the bed. Finally, in order to break the awkward silence:

“My granny has fold-up lawn chairs in her garage. I’ll bring one over tomorrow to replace this.”

 

“Thanks,” Lee croaked. He decided to help Sam clear up the broken chair. Afterward the boys held each other close in bed. They played with each other’s changed anatomies for a little while, but neither were in the mood to do much.

 

“Do you notice something different about the flat?” Sam asked, as Lee caressed his beginner pecs with something short of lusty enthusiasm. His nipples sat firmly on each delicious mound, bigger and more succulent than before.

 

“Yeah, Umberto’s muscle-stink… can’t smell it so much any more. We were covered in the musk when we had all that sex earlier.” Lee pulled some duvet up to his nose and inhaled deeply. The smell was still there, but weakened compared to earlier.

 

“That’s what must have made us grow. You wanted a bigger dick, and I wanted to be a huge bodybuilder. Our lust must have made our wishes come true, fuelled entirely by the shirt of a giant bodybuilder.”

 

The boys looked at one another, their eyes blazing wide.

 

“THE SHIRT!!!” They both cried in unison. 

 

They leapt out of bed and started a frantic search for the shirt. They couldn’t find it anywhere. 

 

“John must have found the shirt when he fell off the bed, and realised it has special properties. That’s what he meant when he said he’d found what he was looking for.” Sam’s “Eureka” moment was soon dragged down by a sinister undertow.

 

“Well I had the shirt on, and much of my fat melted away to be replaced by at least ten to fifteen pounds of muscle. Do you have a scale here? I’d like to weigh myself,” Sam asked.

 

“In the bathroom beside the toilet. I never use it. Don’t need to. It was here when I moved in,” Lee explained.

 

Sam went to the bathroom, leaving the door open as he stepped on the scale. 

 

“One fifty three, down from one sixty eight last time I weighed myself. I definitely lost weight since this morning, but I’ve gained muscle. That’s impossible to achieve naturally in such a short span of time.”


“As is me adding almost three inches to my erect penis. And if the shirt gave you muscles, and then I got a bigger dick from fucking you, maybe there is something of a chemical nature to the muscle-stink from the shirt, that could cause John to also transform himself.” Lee grew worried. Neither of them wanted a cunt like John to get any bigger by interacting with the shirt.

 

“We need to get the shirt back, Lee,” said Sam. He had hoped he’d get to wear the shirt again – or at least sniff it – and grow his muscles even bigger.

 

“I have an idea. But we’ll need help to ensure it goes smoothly.” Lee gave Sam an encouraging peck on the lips.

 

The boys got dressed. It was approaching eleven o’ clock at night. Lee took Sam outside and gazed across an almost deserted Bridge Street road and to the warehouse apartment on the other side. With the upper front facing mostly glass, the apartment would get a lot of light during the day. And the boys were in luck. There were lights on inside, which meant one thing:

 

“Umberto’s home,” said Lee with a reassuring smile.

 

 

 

PART 3

 

Umberto scarcely had time to unpack, as he’d only just moved into his apartment the previous day. The former warehouse had been converted into a capacious dwelling, with plenty of living space, as well as storage space in the loft, and an open plan layout which meant his living space and personal gym would pretty much meld into one. Should he require help if he needed it, a few pec bounces, lat spreads, and double bis would easily have the local young men running towards him, heavy with lust for the massive muscle god. 

 

He loved bodybuilding. He loved living the life of a bodybuilding muscle-god. He loved to show off his muscles, and in turn have his muscles worshipped by as many guys as he could interact with and still do all the other things you needed to do just to get from one day to the next. Keith Doppler, who’d been buying groceries in Aldersons earlier that day, had decided to follow Umberto to see where he lived. From the second he laid eyes on the man-mountain, he was obsessed with him. He struggled to come to terms with his sexuality, even trying to live a bisexual lifestyle, so at least he could be into chicks as well as guys. But seeing Umberto Morelli for the first time, tipped the balance of his sexual preferences well and truly over the pink fence and into “Gayville” as a permanent resident. 

 

He behaved like a muscle-jock, even though he’d not played sports or worked out as much as he should have in several years. He still had more muscle than the average bloke, but he’d built a good bit of fat on top of the muscle. However, he still carried himself like an alpha jock if only to bolster his confidence and mask his insecurities.

 

Umberto couldn’t have muscle-strutted into Aldersons at a more perfect moment. Seeing him altered something in Keith’s brain. He no longer wanted to be one who should be looked up to and envied for his physical prowess on and off the rugby field. He wanted Umberto all to himself, to serve him and worship him as a god. 

 

Umberto had walked the short distance home from Aldersons, basking in smug delight as he got so many stares from passers-by. His only clothing were, of course, his EBF denim cut-offs. He was huge, bigger than any bodybuilder the local townsfolk had ever seen in their lives. And he was only too willing to show off his gigantic muscles to the world.

 

Being summer, it wasn’t quite dry enough for a hosepipe ban, and so Umberto beamed a conceited smile when he saw a hot teenager hosing down a Volkswagen Beetle in his driveway. The shirtless youth was dark-haired and really cute, if a little doughy around the middle. 

 

“Hey buddy, turn that hose my way. I need cooling off, and I’m dirty from my door-widening experience earlier,” he confidently hollered. The youth turned toward him and looked aghast with that “deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming vehicle” look that most people display when they see a massive bodybuilder. The youth’s shorts tented out instantly as his boner formed. But he was happy to oblige Umberto, and so turned the spray on the huge bodybuilder.

 

“Heh heh, I can turn any guy gay just having them look at me,” he sniggered. He stood outside the youth’s driveway and did a full lat spread towards him. His muscle-bod heaved and hulked upwards and outwards and he pushed his pectorals up with such force, the bulbous, beefy shelves whacked off his chin. Thick striations – deep enough to lose half your fingers in – cracked across his chest. He sucked in his abdominals, making a deep and dark vacuum that made him look more enormous than ever.

 

The cool water spray drenched his body, washing all of the dust off him. By now all of the lotion Lee had rubbed into him earlier had been completely absorbed, and so Umberto was pleased to be wet and glistening again.

 

“That feels so good, kid,” said Umberto, doing a full turn so that he could flare out his back for the youth to faint at the sight of. Some distance away, Keith watched from behind a tree. He was in awe of Umberto. His boner throbbed uncomfortably in his boxers.

 

“Bodybuilder, bodybuilding to be bodybuilt ‘cos he’s into bodybuilding his bodybuilder’s body,” Keith chanted as his lust intensified. Simply uttering the word “bodybuilding”, and its conjugations, was enough to get him turned on. He slipped one hand into his shorts, and tweaked one of his exposed nipples with the other. There weren’t many people around this time of the early evening, but he didn’t care. No one would even notice Keith and what he was doing with gigantic Umberto flexing magnificently just a few paces away.

 

And so as Umberto enjoyed a free hose pipe shower, Keith continued to pleasure himself, his arousal intensifying with each incredible pose Umberto pulled his muscles into. That was when Keith lost his footing when one of his feet slipped off the pavement and onto the road. He lost his balance and fell flat, just as a stupid bitch texting on her phone – when she should have been watching her driving – bore down on Keith at speed and seemingly out of nowhere.

 

Keith – suddenly realising what was happening – let out a scream that was a tad bit high-pitched for a buff dude in his mid-twenties and whose dad bod was gradually taking him over. Before dizzy-texting-bitch could slam on the brakes, the car came to a sudden stop, although the rear wheels were still turning at 45 miles per hour. Umberto, quick to react and save Keith’s life, held up the back of the car with one mighty arm. There was only a couple of inches between the front of the car and Keith’s head. It was all over in a flash, in which the driver of the car fainted with fright.

 

Keith had also passed out, but not before seeing a huge, muscular shadow bear down upon him, after which there was just darkness and silence.



 

When Keith came to he found himself indoors, lying on a couch which was surrounded by stacks of packing crates. He was surprised to find he was naked, although a thin sheet had been provided to him for the sake of modesty.

 

The room reeked of the inside of a gym, only the musky odour was way more concentrated. He couldn’t help but inhale deeply. As he regained control of his senses, his surroundings came into sharper relief. Above him was an array of large windows and skylights arranged to let in lots of sunlight. He guessed it to be the apartment warehouse across the street from his flat complex. He wrapped the sheet around his waist as he gingerly got up off the couch. What was going on? Last thing he remembered he was starting to jerk off to the glorious sight of the most gorgeous and most muscular man he’d ever laid eyes on. The rest was a blur.

 

Umberto walked up to him. He’d been in another room in his apartment. A friendly smile adorned his beautiful face, and his muscles rippled with every step he took toward Keith. He was out of his soaked EBFs now, and just wore red spandex knee-length shorts that laced up at the front. His junk was engorged hugely, making it impossible for him to lace them more than halfway up the crotch. His bulging thighs stretched the material to its limit, but it was his genitalia that almost burst it apart.

 

“Welcome back to the waking world. Glad you don’t have a concussion. Well, you don’t seem to anyway,” said Umberto. In each hand he held a can of beer. He offered one to Keith, who took it appreciatively.

 

“Whuh-what’s going on?” The sheet around Keith slipped away as his erection sprung from nowhere at the sight of the enormous bodybuilder.

 

“You don’t remember what happened?” Umberto seemed somewhat surprised that Keith’s mind had blocked out the last hour.

 

“I - I was falling… there was a car?” Keith shrugged his shoulders, unconcerned that he was naked in front of his saviour.

 

“Good job I’m so fuckin’ strong, otherwise you’d be roadkill. I caught that car before it could run you over.” Umberto popped the tab of his beer and took a long swig. He popped up a bicep with the other and the mound of muscle bulged, huge and veined. 

 

“I guess I owe you my life. I don’t know how to thank you,” Keith said humbly. 

 

“Don’t worry about that. I don’t keep a tab on folks owing me shit. You’re just lucky I was nearby flexing my muscles and getting a free shower on this balmy evening.” Umberto crabbed into a most muscular pose and his body almost tore itself apart as he bulged with size and rock hard density.

 

“This is the converted warehouse apartment on Bridge Street, yeah?”

 

Umberto nodded, and then emptied his beer with another swig.

 

“I live across the street, so I guess that’s lucky,” said Keith, grateful that he didn’t have far to get home, but he hoped he wouldn’t be leaving just yet.

 

“Guess we’re neighbours then. I’m Umberto.”

 

“Kuh-Keith,” said Keith, tentatively sipping his beer.

 

“You have a nice body, Keith. You used to lift? I say ‘used’, ‘cos you look like you haven’t been hitting the weights lately. Once I’m all set up here I’ll have a gym you can use. I’ll leave out some little sissy weights for you. My weight, however… is stuff you could only dream of lifting.” Arrogance returning, Umberto flared into a lat spread that caused Keith’s cock to get even harder.  

 

“I played rugby back in college. I did a lot of weight-training but things haven’t been going too well for me lately. I work three jobs just to make the rent and pay off college loans from three years ago. I lost my job two weeks ago, so I’m sort of in the shits.” Keith almost shamefully bowed his head. He stared down at his erect six inches of aroused dick.

 

“Hmm, it’s hard times we’re all living in. I do a lot of shit to make the rent and pay the bills. I’m supposed to be doing nude modelling this evening for a bunch of horny painters. I charge through the nose for my services. But fuck them, you need my intervention, Keith. Besides, I also do online muscle porn, but I charge a fucking fortune. If you set up my computer and cam for me, I’ll pump up with some free weights to get fucking huge for my audience. If you like you can oil me up and play with my muscles on cam. I’ll pay you for your time, of course.” Umberto moved closer to Keith and began to bounce his pecs. The globes of chest muscle were so huge and dense that flexing them actually caused a slight breeze to waft towards Keith’s face. 

 

“I… I’ve never been with a… man before,” Keith chewed his bottom lip, hoping it would stop quivering.

 

“Heh heh, well I don’t really count, then. I’m not a man. I’m a god,” Umberto laughed and shot a  double biceps pose that made Keith moan with lust and bring him to the verge of jizzing on the spot. A beeping sound from another room diverted both their attention.

 

“Ah, your clothes should be dry now. You pissed yourself back when the car nearly hit you, so I took the liberty of washing your tank top and shorts. I admire a guy like you, who has a lifter's physique under a year or two of sedentary dough, but still manages to pull off a cut-off top and spandex shorts.” Umberto muscle-strutted off to fetch Keith his clothes. Keith just stood there, feeling like he was in the best dream of his life, but that he could wake up at any moment.

 

Umberto came back less than two minutes later, and handed Keith his clothes. “Put them on, leave them off… I don’t mind either.” Then the god of utter and extreme muscular hypertrophy grinned impishly as an idea came to him. He’d thrown his wet EBFs into the dryer along with Keith’s clothes. They still stank of his muscle and testosterone musk, although some of it had passed into Keith’s clothes, hence diluting the stench somewhat.

 

“Try on my sexy muscle slut shorts for size. They should be loose around your thighs and definitely you’ll have plenty of room in the crotch, but the waist might actually be a little tight on you, even though the waistband is missing. I’ve been customising the shit out of these. I wear them in the gym, out doing cardio shit, shopping etcetera. Kinda kinks me out to see them on other guys, no matter how bulked or average they are.”

 

If Umberto had meant to offend Keith, then it was purely for sexy fun. Keith accepted the shorts from the bodybuilder as he felt his lust augmenting. He’d never been with a man before, much less play dressing up with a consenting other. But the shorts smelt nice, as nice as his own clothes the shorts had shared a dryer with.

 

Keith wasn’t in any position to deny Umberto his fun, and so he stepped into the shorts and drew them up his legs and to his waist. They went up like a breeze and Keith was able to button up all but the top button. His abdominal lard wouldn’t allow a full buttoning, and it jiggled as he struggled to get the last one fastened. They were very loose around his thighs and in the crotch. Still though:

 

“Not bad on you, Keith. Maybe the bodybuilding bug will bite you and you can grow and grow and grow. Maybe one day you could be as big as me,” Umberto boasted. He flared out his lats and rolled his deltoids forcing out more size and rock hard magnificence.

 

“What’s with the buttons? You cut away the front panel that conceals them. Kinda interesting. Slutty, yes… very gay, though,” Keith said, regarding the button-fly in a “not sure if I like this” kind of way.

 

“Actually, I didn’t do that part. That was Lee from the supermarket. We were in his manager’s office. I swallowed his cum as a thank you. Huge dick for a skinny bloke. He’s such boyfriend material though. Crazy huh?” Umberto played with his nipples, forcing them to swell to three times their size.

 

“Lee Fordham? He’s my neighbour. I have the flat two floors above his,” said Keith, suddenly remembering that every time he saw his neighbour coming and going, Lee always wore exposed button-fly pants. Obviously Umberto had a kink for that as well.

 

“Yeh, he’s such a hot young twink. I’m taking him out on a date tomorrow, just me and him.”
 

Keith's heart sank. His skinny neighbour had all the luck. Then again, Keith was in Umberto’s apartment, so in that respect he’d gotten his foot in the door first.

 

“Can I take these off now? I’d feel more comfortable in my own clothes when setting up your computer,” said Keith, hoping not to offend the gigantic muscle man.

 

“Yeah, probably a good idea, Keith. Here, give them back to me so I can stink them up again during my workout before we make a porno together for my millions of online adoring fans,” Umberto said with a wink.

 

Keith couldn’t believe his ears. Was Umberto’s intentions for Keith’s benefit? It seemed so. “I… I don’t know what to say. I’m not very experienced, um… what exactly will we be doing on cam?”

 

“Anything you fucking like, sexy man,” beamed Umberto, before strutting over to his rack of weights to pump himself up.

 

“GOTTA GET HUGE!!!!!” He roared, beating his pecs with his fists King Kong style. Keith almost blew a load there and then. “There’s a crate somewhere marked “Nerd Stuff”. Laptop and cam shit is in it.”

 

Keith walked in amongst the crates. He eventually found the right crate on the other side of the spacious dwelling, on top of Umberto’s king size bed. Keith noticed cement blocks underneath the bed to reinforce it. The bodybuilder obviously intended to grow much bigger, so everything had to be reinforced. Over in the gym part of the apartment Umberto heaved and grunted as he got his pump on.

 

There was a desk upon which to place the laptop. Also in the crate was a digicam with microphone and extendable tripod. But as Keith unpacked, he knocked the crate off the bed with the tripod and it tipped over, spewing packing foam nuggets across the floor.

 

“Shit, could I be any clumsier today?” He bent down to pick up the nuggets. Something caught his eye. It was a small ziploc bag containing several greenish-white pills. His curiosity piqued, Keith opened the bag and immediately the strong smell of Umberto’s muscle-musk bodybuilder stink assaulted him. Thinking Umberto was onto him and came over to intervene, Keith looked over his shoulder and saw the giant over at his weights pumping up his muscles and encouraging himself with “Aww fuck yeah!s” in order to bolster more growth.

 

“The smell is coming from the pills,” Keith said quietly. Never in his life had he come across pills that smelled so strongly of pure manliness to the level Umberto exuded. It occurred to him that maybe Umberto didn’t even know the pills had somehow gotten into the packing crate labelled “Nerd Stuff”.

 

Unable to help himself, Keith sealed the bag and slipped it into his denim shorts. it was dishonest of him to do this, given that Umberto had saved his life earlier. But the compulsion was so strong. He put it down to the overwhelming effect being around Umberto was having on him.

 

When the laptop and camera were set up, Keith gingerly approached Umberto to watch him lift and curl. He was curling 550 pounds with each dumbbell. He was glistening with sweat and there wasn’t a vein on his body that wasn’t popping to the point of rupturing. Keith’s eyes nearly came out on stalks. His chubby boner intensified and he felt his balls tingling as they swelled up.

 

“These weights are getting so fucking light. I’m getting stronger by the day, it seems,” Umberto grunted, although realistically the grunting was just for show, as he could’ve lifted much heavier. But his new weights were on order and he’d have to wait a little longer. Lifting at Gridiron was also only for show. The heaviest weights and machine settings felt amateurish to him now. Still though, he did plenty of sets, and so this way maximised his workout as best he could.

 

When he was done pumping his muscles, Umberto checked himself out in a large mirror he’d set up along one of the walls. Keith had to do a double-take when the bodybuilder made a double biceps pose and it seemed like his arms were swelling larger than ever. He changed to a side chest pose causing deep striations to Tsunami across his mega-plump pectorals. Most of his neck and a little of his chin was gobbled up by the heaving bust. His face was stony and emotionless for a moment, until he scowled and blasted a most muscular, squeezing as much blood and testosterone into his muscles as if by force of will alone. 

 

“GROW FUCKING GROW!!!!” he chanted.

 

Keith groaned as his lust level shot up. His cock leapt around in his shorts. Umberto oozed more of his signature muscle-stink. Keith drew it in deeply and savoured it. It was like he was smoking a joint, only it felt way better. He briefly thought about the pills again. Could there be a connection? He thought about whenever he’d eat anything with garlic in it, he could smell it in his socks the next day. Now he was thinking about food, and he heard his stomach rumble. Umberto stopped posing, having heard Keith’s noisy churning insides.

 

“Fuck, I never offered you something to eat. You must be starving. I’m starving as well. We can’t do porn on empty stomachs.” 

 

In the kitchen Umberto opened the huge American-style fridge. It mostly contained milk, eggs, leftover takeout, some cold fried chicken drumsticks, and several containers of protein shakes ranging from chocolate and vanilla to strawberry. He peeled the clingfilm away from the plate of chicken, and took a sniff. 

 

“Phew… we won’t be eating those, they’re off.” But the milk was good and there were plenty of eggs. He rummaged around a little and found some dried parmesan in a container at the back. “I’ll whip us up some omelettes. My Sicilian grandmother taught me a thing or two about Italian cooking. But first…”

 

Umberto took out a container of protein shake and scarfed it down in one impressive gulp. He poured some into a glass for Keith, who was only too keen to accept it. Then Umberto opened a drawer and took out a small ziploc bag identical to the one Keith had found amongst the spilled polystyrene from the crate. He popped into his mouth what seemed to be the last greenish-white pill from the bag and washed it down with more protein shake. Almost immediately Umberto’s muscle-stink intensified to an eye-watering level.

 

“Um… what was the pill, some kind of growth supplement?” Keith hoped he hadn’t crossed a line with Umberto that might set him off in a mood other than hospitable.

 

“For my allergies, nothing more. I must order a refill,” Umberto seemed happy enough to explain.

 

So he won’t miss the bag I swiped. Allergies my arse, Keith thought to himself. What happened next blew Keith Doppler’s mind.

 

Umberto closed his eyes and started drawing in deep lungfuls of air. Keith had to rub his eyes against the now visible miasma of musk rippling out of Umberto’s skin like the heat haze from sun-scorched tarmac. Every muscle on his body started to ripple also, but not as though they were flexing into the forms they had been moulded  to. This was more. This was growth. Spontaneous, mind-blowing muscle-growth.

 

Umberto grew bigger right before Keith’s astonished eyes. His naturally golden bronze skin flared red as every blood vessel was flooded with a hypertrophic elixir that caused every muscle to inflate larger than before. But how could his muscles get any larger when there was little room left for them to grow and expand? They already hulked out of every inch of his titanic frame. How could they get bigger? All reason relative to this left Keith’s mind as his lust for muscle-growth in bodybuilders underwent its own growth.

 

Umberto’s upper body bulged obscenely with extra muscle mass, specifically his already massive pecs just ballooned more and more massively. They inched out further than before, wider, becoming more deeply lined and striated. The upper pecs surged upward, gorging on the little free space Umberto had between them and his granite jawline. He smirked a manly smirk of utmost satisfaction and his eyes appeared to be glazed over, as if the transformation had him enthralled by its initiation.

 

Keith was rock hard, now, and so he had to release his manhood. Being a hefty lad himself, at 220+ pounds and standing six feet two inches, he was still tiny compared to Umberto, but his erection didn’t go very far for him. He wished constantly for a massive penis, but had to make the most of what he had. Still, he’d not had a wank since the previous evening, so there was quite a build-up of jizz in his gonads. He began rubbing his dick, feeling the moist precum already lubricating his glans.

 

Umberto’s pecs blossomed hugely, impossible to tell how many extra inches they were adding to his chest. Like the pecs they depended from, his juicy nipples gobbled up the growth energy surging through him, and they grew to three times their size. Incredibly the nipple rings couldn’t deal with the pressure of expanding muscle nubs, and so they simply snapped apart, sending small pieces of gold flying. One piece hit Keith’s cheek, but he barely noticed as his lust rose feverishly.

 

“AW FUCK!!! I’M GETTING HUGE! HUUUUGE!!”

 

Umberto felt his traps expanding, hulking upwards to the point where they actually pushed against his earlobes. Veins erupted all over them, cracking across his shoulders which got wider and wider. His deltoids fumed with mass, rippling and rolling into segmented globes of extreme masculinity. His lats widened further, the delta spread pushing out his arms which fought against the onslaught by bulging more thickly than before. His biceps grew savagely, swelling larger than his head, but still they had to get bigger. Massive horseshoes erupted from the backs of his arms, as his triceps, too, underwent a mammoth transformation. His forearms thickened considerably, pushing out bigger, thicker, and more abundant snaking veins that throbbed with unnatural, godly energy.

 

His waist, in contrast, grew a little narrower as his abdominal brickwork shifted and compacted, expanding, however with size and definition whilst simultaneously  tightening up and shaving a whole inch off his waistline. His intercostals burst out further, deepening into fish-scale knots of extremely hard muscle tissue. His shoulder-to-waist ratio increased to an astonishingly beautiful level.

 

He pushed out a full last spread and the lats flared so huge that there was no free space between the lats and his arms, turning his upper body into one huge wall of still-expanding muscle. He was able to heave his pecs up even higher, and he needed to bend his head backwards at his sinewy tree trunk neck to give them room to grow. From Keith’s viewpoint, he could now only see the tip of Umberto’s nose over the titanic horizon of those gorgeous, guzzling globes.

 

Downstairs there was also growth, with Umberto’s hulking junk expanding in size, length and girth, gaining ponderous mass and weight. His balls grew to the size of cantaloupes, and his member thickened and lengthened, flaring red and then purple as the partly laced-up shorts couldn’t bear the strain. From behind, his gluteus muscles thickened, pushed out further, and widened, adding even greater distress to the spandex that struggled to contain all this extra flesh. But they couldn’t. The shorts tore apart, the laces at the front snapped, and several pounds of man junk spilled outward and upward. Umberto was so engrossed in this experience that his boner went instantly rock hard, his dick slamming into his abs wall with a mighty thump. His quads and hamstrings also thickened, with new tissue forming between his muscle fibres, forcing them apart, and allowing extra muscle tissue to form. Likewise, below his knees, his calves thickened and widened, splattered with cuts and veins. He flexed them and they grew to the size of bowling balls.

 

He turned around, knowing Keith would want to see his transformation from behind. His V-taper from behind looked even more spectacular, and Umberto struggled to get his two fists into the proper positions on either side of his waist so that he could belt out the biggest lat spread he’d ever performed. He would have to grow used to overcoming any restrictions of movement  affected by his now bigger muscles. But hey, it was all about tasting the sour and the sweet, right?

 

His traps from the back bulged hugely, forming pec-like structures of their own, and making his neck seem to disappear altogether. As he unknotted his muscles by fanning out his back, the spread was insanely enormous. It would be difficult for him to get through a lot of doors from this point forward. With the spandex shorts finally exploding away from him, Umberto was completely nude. He tensed his arse muscles against each other, and deep cuts cracked and rippled across them. He brought up his arms in a double biceps and titanic peaks pushed upward, higher than his fists.

 

At this point Keith lost it, and he shot a sizable gobbet of spunk with enough force to splatter Umberto’s butt. Some of it went in between the hyper-muscled cheeks, moistening the entrance to his hole. “Uunnghhhh,” Keith was in the throes of orgasm, his entire body shuddering with the effort.

 

His growth now slowing considerably, Umberto turned around again to face his guest and hoped to squeeze a little more growth out of his muscles before the transformation ended. He growled and screamed and ordered his body to flex into the biggest most muscular of his life. A couple more inches burst out of his biceps, actually denting deeply into the sides of his pecs, and they, in turn, bulged more outwardly, forced to do so by the amazing pressure the pose applied to them. Many more pounds of muscle bulged out of him, but soon halted altogether.

 

With the breath almost gone from him, Umberto paused to catch it once more. His body glistened with sweat from the effort of holding in his jizz during the metamorphosis, which only he knew at this point was what helped him to attain more growth. Releasing too soon, and the growth process would be less dynamic, resulting in less growth. But he’d had these growth spurts several times now, and he’d learned to execute great control over his libido. He closed his eyes, seeming to meditate for a couple of minutes. Then he relaxed his muscles (although they still looked insanely pumped even when he wasn’t flexing). A serene composure now replaced his previous enragement and cocky demeanour.

 

Silence pervaded. Keith with his shorts down around his ankles, stood looking at Umberto, his six-incher refusing to go back to a flaccid state.

 

“Whuh-what just happened? You… you’re HUGE!!!!” Keith’s question and exclamation came out as a series of gasps. The orgasm caused by watching a gigantic bodybuilder grow even larger left him spent. But muscle-growth is not meant to happen this way. Keith thought about the pills he’d swiped. They were in his shorts pocket. He stooped to pull back up the pants. 

 

Umberto immediately went to the fridge to get another protein shake. He decided Keith deserved an explanation. He’d never grown to a spectator present before, not even on cam or during his modelling work for the artists.

 

“About six months ago, I didn’t look like this.” Umberto paused to drink the rest of the shake. He chose his next words carefully.

 

“I had a physique quite similar to yours, only… with less muscle mass under the fat than what you have.” He paused again, this time to let Keith process what he was hearing. Keith began to shake his head in order to punctuate his sheer disbelief.

 

“You did all this in just six months? And just now, right in front of me you look like you added another hundred pounds, maybe more. This happened right after you swallowed your so-called ‘allergy’ pill.”

 

“A hundred pounds? Hmm, feels like more. Let me look at myself in the mirror.” Umberto muscle-waddled across the apartment to his gym area, finding his gait somewhat awkward as his even thicker thighs rolled and jostled against each other in an effort to propel him. When he saw his reflection in the mirror:

 

“Dayum! Looks like a lot more than a hundred pounds this time.” He made a full lat spread and two huge globes of pec meat ballooned and bulged obscenely. His entire upper body bulged hugely. It was actually difficult for him to fully take in his size holding this pose because of having to bend his head back at the neck every time in order to give his pecs enough room.

 

“Jeezus H, I’m enormous. Truly fucking HUGE!”

 

Keith stood next to him and both gazed in awe at their reflections. Umberto was three inches taller than Keith, but he now probably outweighed him by a good five hundred pounds, maybe more. The contrast between their physiques was staggering.

 

“How is this possible?” Keith was stuck for something further to say. Even though he’d shot a big load, his dick was getting aroused once again. It was impossible to stay flaccid when in the company of a muscle god.

 

“I work lots of jobs. My body gets me a lot of attention. It started six months ago when I had a growth spurt overnight. The day before my eighteenth birthday. I sup—”

 

“Wait, you’re only EIGHTEEN?” Keith interjected, convinced Umberto was at least in his late twenties. He was so huge and masculine, his goatee perfectly sculpted, still young-looking facially, but he looked nothing like a teenager.

 

“Well, eighteen and a half now, I suppose. I know, I look a lot older, but in a good way, of course. It’s my condition.” Umberto bounced his pecs and appeared in awe of their extra weight. It was a chore to  get his hands up to caress them, due to his new, larger biceps pushing against his even heftier forearms. Simply bringing his hand up to attempt this caused biceps, pecs, and forearms to collide. It was an amazing feeling, as though the muscles might force each other to explode at any moment. 

 

“Wonder what happened to my nipple rings. I’ll have to look around for them. Probably need bigger, stronger ones now though.”

 

Then Keith remembered they were destroyed, pushed apart by burgeoning nipples hungry to get longer, thicker, and more succulent. He felt the mark where the piece of gold had struck his face. Thankfully no blood had been drawn.

 

“Your condition? You mean, your allergy?”

 

“I was born with metazeniosis. It’s a man-made condition. My father took part in a hush hush military experiment over twenty years ago, but it was deemed a failure. Being Italian he was selected from about fifty candidates. There needed to be a lot of genetic diversity in the candidates, and so young, fit men were selected from all over the world.

 

“But the experiment failed. It was meant to make the men into supermen, a new breed of soldier with physical enhancements beyond what nature could provide. But it didn't work. The test subjects didn’t respond to the treatments. All research on the project was destroyed, and records erased. The only knowledge remaining was in the mind of the lead scientist, Cyrus Redfern, who years later – or rather because of what happened later – was forced to further his research, this time without any ties to the military. 

 

“Not all of the candidates went on to father children, but over half did. I was one of the children born with the enhancements denied my father and his generation. The metazenic chromosomes I was born with should have kick started my muscle-growth from the onset of puberty. I was something of a late bloomer. The ones that this happened to at the right time were at the beginning of puberty, and so their growth was greatly helped along by so much growth hormone coursing through their veins. This helped them get huge from an earlier age, and to grow a lot taller, too.” 

 

Umberto now carried himself with a calm demeanour. He could think more clearly when not cocky and self-obsessed. It appeared that Umberto had a reserved side to him, in stark contrast to the alpha male arrogance he displayed when showing off his muscles, pumping the weights, and achieving spontaneous growth spurts. He continued: 

 

“We’re all pretty tall in my family. My dad is about the same height as you. I was six one when the first growth spurt happened, but I guess at eighteen, puberty had pretty much finished doing a number on me, although I did gain about four inches in height. But I haven’t grown any taller since.” 

 

Umberto went quiet to allow Keith to keep up with his amazing revelation. He had planned to tell all this to Lee over dinner tomorrow, but Keith reminded him a lot of himself before the muscle-growth. It seemed fate had intervened, coaxing him to reveal his big secret to another.

 

“So there are others like you, all around the world?” It was the most incredible thing to observe Umberto’s ability, and even more incredible to learn how it came to be. He thought again about the pills. If Umberto was born with this condition, then what did the pills do?

 

“Yep, about forty or so, as some of them will not have entered puberty yet. Not all of our dads fathered kids at the same time. I’m the only one in this country though, although I spent some of my younger years growing up in Turin. But bodybuilders here are getting bigger over time anyway. More and more crazy shit, like HGH boosters, and myostatin blockers, are circulating under counters and on the web. It’s a dangerous journey for a bodybuilder to take, but the desire to grow often overtakes the risks.

 

“I won’t bore you with too many details. The rest is kinda boring. The lead scientist came into a fortune and used it to further his research into the condition, even enhancing it to make men bodybuild to even greater sizes with and without effort. I prefer a mixture of both. In order to track us down, the Redfern Institute now running the program set up special gyms all over the world to attract the biggest, most muscular bodybuilders on the planet. A bit controversial, in that you have to be at least two eighty in weight to get accepted as a member.

 

“Of course, metazenic bodybuilders such as myself were attracted to these places like moths to UV lamps. You have one right here in town.”

 

“Gridiron,” Keith again interjected, wishing that one day he could be big enough to lift there.

 

“Yeah,” Umberto nodded, “It’s a bit controversial ‘cos it can be seen as discriminatory, I guess. Originally the membership minimum weight requirement was four hundred pounds, but they gradually lowered it, giving ordinary bodybuilders the chance to get big enough to join.”

 

“Sounds like a smokescreen to something sinister,” Keith offered as commentary.

 

“It’s not sinister at all. Just a company trying to right the wrongs of its past. We’re no longer being created to fight on battlefields. Our muscle-growth has tremendous medical applications. The institute is looking into eradicating many diseases, like muscular dystrophy and other wasting conditions.”

 

Keith nodded in favour of such terrible diseases finally getting cured. But he had a myriad of questions he wanted answers to. They all swirled around in his head, giving him a mild headache.

 

“So what’s your allergy that has you taking pills, which you seem to have run out of?” Keith thought about pretending to find a pill on the floor and offering it to Umberto, to see if it would trigger further muscle-growth.

 

“Well, it’s not an allergy in the truest sense of the word. But they help maintain a certain balance when I grow. All the other metazenic bodybuilders continue to grow taller as they gain muscle mass. It means that they maintain the same proportions as regular bodybuilders, just that they look larger. There are a few that have even exceeded eight feet in height, but their muscle mass is proportionate to, say, a super-heavyweight Mister Olympia contestant.

 

“But I don’t grow taller. So the pills were specially developed to help regulate the growth process so I don’t fill out in the wrong places as my muscles continue to grow. Without them I could end up being wider than I am tall, and I’d probably be unable to move.”

 

“So what triggered the growth spurt after you popped the pill?”

 

“I felt it coming on. They can happen sometimes if my testosterone levels get too high. Also by swallowing other men’s cum. It kinda mixes with my own and can trigger a growth spurt. They mostly happen after a workout and when I’m sleeping, but I guess this one was a mixture of a couple of things. I shot a huge load in the showers over at Gridiron earlier, then later swallowed Lee’s load. The Redfern Institute believes I can sometimes trigger muscle-growth just by thinking about it. I dunno,” Umberto shrugged. His delts and traps heaved with size and power.

 

“Plus I kinda like having you here watching me pump up, ‘cos I sense how you envy my body and would kill to have one like mine.”

 

“Wow, I – I don’t know what to say, Umberto. Was I that obvious?”

 

“Heh, you can see in your eyes your lust for muscle is so strong. I always dreamed of being a bodybuilder, ever since I was a kid. I guess my enhanced genetics gave me that longing from early on. I started lifting weights at fourteen, hoping it would trigger puberty, but I’d usually drop the weights after a few dismal minutes, in favour of my game controller. So I was something of a doughboy myself.” Umberto leaned forward to playfully pat Keith’s spongy gut, causing the smaller man to reflexively step back a little.

 

“Sorry, I er… wasn’t expecting you to do that, Umberto,” Keith said, sheepishly. 

 

“It’s okay, as you can see, I’m calmer now. After a growth spurt as great as this one, I usually leave the alpha male cockiness behind for a while, although it can come back at any time. It’s just… my muscles get me so aroused. Then it kicks in again.” Umberto resolved to learn better self-control from now on. Keith needed to know more:

 

“About the pills; when you swallowed that last one your body started giving off a haze, like sweat evaporating quickly. And the smell of it was sensational. Your muscle musk is beyond intoxicating.” Keith had gotten the same smell from the bag of pills he’d found when he spilled the packing crate earlier. Was Umberto even aware of this? How could he know the pills gave off the same reek as he did if he was constantly producing it himself? 

 

“Yeah, it drives most men crazy, heh heh. Doesn’t affect women though, but I’m gay anyway, so I really couldn’t give a fuck about women. I don’t have any female friends. I have two sisters though, both back in Italy. They’re nurses. We get on okay. I’ve always been open to them about my growth. They know it’s not my fault.” Umberto made his pectorals dance for fun. He loved how much heavier they felt as they hung over his impressive eight-pack, casting crescent shadows over the top four bricks.

 

“So the pills, in a way, do enhance your growth. Would they work on a man who doesn’t have your ability?” Keith was dying to know this. Would the pills work on him? Could they give him the body of his dreams?

 

“Um… maybe, a little. I dunno really. I’m not au fait with much of the science behind it. I did see Redfern do a trial on them a couple of months ago. I go there once a month for check-ups to make sure there are no abnormalities with my growth, and/or negative reactions to the meds.

 

“But with regard to the trial, the results were hardly anything better than a steroid cycle. Some men grew about ten pounds of muscle and also lost body fat in the space of a few days. But the pills aren’t meant to be taken altogether by men that were born normal. You need to only take one every seven days. I have to take one every night, in case I have an uncontrollable growth spurt in my sleep and wake up wider than my bed. I can also take one when I feel a growth spurt coming on just like the one I took in front of you. Which reminds me, I need to get more pills couriered over from the Institute a.s.a.p. I thought I had another bag of them, but they got lost in the move.” Umberto half-strutted, half-waddled, over to his phone to speed-dial The Redfern Institute.

 

Keith tried to hide his excitement. So the pills COULD make him grow muscle. If he was careful not to overdo it, he could finally increase his lean muscle mass as well as burn off his stubborn reserves of fat. Umberto believed the bag to be lost, so he wouldn’t miss them. Keith thought about popping one right now. But he decided to wait until he was home by himself in his flat. Besides, wasn’t there gonna be some porn later? He’d lost all track of time. He looked up at the skylight windows. Dusk approached, as the sun worked its way to the west and was beginning to set. It had been a day Keith wouldn’t soon forget, if ever. As for the evening, well… 

 

***

 

John the bodybuilder stood in front of his full-length mirror fixed to the back of his bathroom door. Like the rest of his shitty apartment the bathroom was dingy and even foul in places. He wasn’t big on cleaning, and really only slept there when he wasn’t working or going to the gym, which suited the cockroaches perfectly.

 

 He was completely naked so that he could survey what hard work and too much juicing had done to his body. He still looked good, or so he thought. Women still “digged” him, and he had no problem getting all the pussy he needed. The problem was, thanks to steroid abuse, he needed help ‘getting it up’. Thirty years old and needing Viagra. What a joke his life had become. He was massively in debt, working for his cunt brother, and to top it off, his acne was spreading as fast as his testicles were shrinking. His pecs had developed gynecomastia, and that bothered him even more. 

 

He reached for the tattered remnant of Umberto Morelli’s shirt and inhaled its musky odour. He snorted the shirt like he sometimes snorted coke. The odour worked its way into his system, the effect of which actually made his eyes water. How could a garment hold such a strong smell? He’d heard of Umberto Morelli, but never met him or saw him in the flesh. There were plenty of pics of him on the internet, though, but 99 percent of the comments they got were from sceptics who believed the pics to be morphed. 

 

But the shirt told a story to John via his senses, and so he smelt it again and again. It was intoxicating. It was the smell of a bodybuilder, possibly the most densely muscled bodybuilder to ever exist. It was the smell of lifting hundreds of pounds of weight thousands of times; it exuded the essence of a man determined to grow bigger and bigger. His sweat screamed of this desire. His musk radiated determination at its most masculine. His testosterone quadrupled the strength of the man-stink. And it also reeked of his spunk, and, most likely, that of other Gridiron members. Lesser bodybuilders compared to Umberto, but still huge men in their own right if John were to compare himself to them. 

 

How many of these demi-gods had splashed the shirt with their own essences as they whacked off uncontrollably to the beat of Umberto Morelli pumping himself up in their gym? How much of their own sweat had rubbed off on the shirt whenever the god brushed past them as he moved about the gym on his insatiable journey of growth and power?

 

Every day Umberto would pump up larger and stronger as he broke his records from the previous day surrounded by awestruck muscle-men who could only dream of even reaching half the size of the monster muscle-god. The shirt told all of this to John through touch and smell alone.

 

It had transcended the mundane, no longer a piece of sweat-sodden fabric to be discarded and forgotten. It was a tapestry of power at its most primal and unsophisticated. It could absorb freakish, bodybuilding masculinity as readily as it could exude it. In this way it almost felt like it had a lifeforce of its own.

 

The smell overwhelmed John, and so he feverishly rubbed the shirt across his chest. For the first time in ages, his dick started hardening without the need of medication. He grew more excited as his arousal intensified. John kept rubbing the shirt harder and harder into his chest until the acne pimples mottling his pecs began to ooze. He didn’t care; he was so turned on now. He continued to salve himself with the shirt using his left hand. He used his right hand to masturbate, something he hadn’t done since the steroids determined he couldn’t without a lot of help. He thought about being the biggest and strongest bodybuilder ever to exist, and this only made his arousal much greater. Before he could stop himself, he messed up all over his abs as he shot a torrent of jizz out of his hitherto near-stagnant prick. 

 

The air in the room was now saturated with Umberto’s muscle-musk, making it hard to breathe. The wank had winded him, and so John reached for his asthma inhaler, something he’d been using since childhood. 

 

It was after midnight when he got into bed, and it didn’t take long for him to settle. He was soon asleep, the chequered remains of a blue, navy and white shirt lying across his imperfect pecs.


 

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PART 4

 

Keith started on a second plate of omelette, finding the simple combination of eggs, butter, and parmesan to be surprisingly good. The eggs themselves were light and fluffy, despite some cockups Umberto made as he tried to heave his new heavier hulk of a body around his kitchen. Some spillages had occurred, and when he opened a cupboard to get out some plates, the door came clean off its hinges. Umberto found it amusing, but he had to be mindful of his new, extra strength. If he could stop a car dead going at 45 MPH earlier that day, imagine what he could do with another 100+ lbs of muscle on him.

 

“Well this is the last of the eggs,” he said, sliding another omelette onto his plate. It was his fourth. His appetite was insatiable, but he was grateful for the protein to help him grow and get even stronger.

 

“I’m feeling a little full, to be honest,” admitted Keith, and he let out an eggy burp which made Umberto laugh. His traps, delts, and pecs all danced magnificently to the momentum of his mirth. There was some omelette left on his plate, which he offered to Umberto. The enormous and very beautiful bodybuilder was only too pleased to accept it.

 

Keith leaned back in his chair and patted his stomach to indicate satisfaction after a tasty meal. But something wasn’t right… well, different. His belly was no longer as flabby as before. He patted it again, this time with greater interest and analysis. 

 

“What the fuck?”

 

“What is it?” Umberto paused, the last plate of omelette poised to be slid toward his luscious lips, an eyebrow peaking.

 

Keith stood up and lifted up his side-cut tank top. He looked down, running his hands carefully up and down his now firmer abdomen. On either side of the central panel of his tank, the cutaway sides revealed firmer pecs and less man-boob. His nipples were firm and standing to attention. He made tight fists and flexed his arms. They felt less flabby, certainly tighter, and the biceps he once knew were less confined to their adipose prisons.

 

“Look at me… I’m… I’m…”

 

Umberto was now studying Keith, also noticing that he looked slightly different, certainly an improvement on before.

 

“What was in the shake you gave me?” Keith wondered if his mind was playing tricks on him, that maybe he did indeed take one of the pills, but somehow forgot that he had. But that was absurd. He remembered everything that had transpired since regaining consciousness on the sofa in Umberto’s apartment.

 

“Uhh… nothing. I mean, nothing more than the usual protein and vitamins you get in a bodybuilding supplement. Wow, you do look different. Take off your top so I can get a good look at you.”

 

Keith was pleased to oblige. He felt a buzz of excitement wrestle with a swarm of butterflies in his stomach. The mixture came together like a twister sucking in debris from all directions. He felt like throwing up and shooting his load simultaneously. He just about managed to avoid puking up his food.

 

With his shirt flung to the floor, Keith flared before Umberto, raising his arms on either side so as to bring out the lats he used to have, or rather… the lats that somehow had absorbed some subcutaneous fat and then converted it to fuel to feed their expansion. Likewise, he tensed his chest, causing his now more noticeable pecs to bob up and down. No striations yet, but it still felt amazing to him, like a window had been thrown open in his body through which some of his fat molecules sprouted wings and were gone. He looked down at the waistband of his denim shorts. At least an inch of space now existed between his lower abdomen and the waistband. He sucked in his gut and an evident vacuum presented itself.

 

Umberto didn’t know what to think. He’d never witnessed this before, beyond what his own incredible physiology was capable of. The pills, which Redfern had named: Recium-412 could cause these changes in ordinary test subjects, but never as quickly as Keith Doppler’s apparent transformation. He thought about the other bag of pills he’d lost during the move. What if Keith had found them whilst rummaging through his stuff?

 

“Be honest with me, Keith. Did you take one of my pills? It’s the only explanation for the change you’ve undergone.” The look on Umberto’s face changed from placcid to mild consternation.

 

“Of course not,” said Keith, annoyed that Umberto would think such a thing. True, he’d swiped the baggy, but Umberto thought it to be lost, and Keith was now certain he hadn’t swallowed one. Something else had caused this change. Whatever it was, it excited Keith to think that four weeks of hard work in the gym had suddenly happened to him in the space of a couple of hours, maybe less. Hunger had intervened, and so he hadn’t been paying attention to his body until he felt satiated. He left the kitchen and went over to the big mirror in the gym area. His excitement meant he had to be careful not to knock over any packing crates in his way; there were quite a few of them still yet to be emptied of their contents. His gait felt different, more confident, and he felt more energized than he’d felt in years.

 

Still in only his shorts, he gazed, stupefied, at his reflection. He was still a little flabby here and there, but so much more of his muscles were now plainly visible. He liked what the mirror revealed to him. He popped a double biceps and this time there was clear separation apparent beneath his firmer, tighter skin. He bounced his pecs over and over, noticing that they felt a little heavier than before. It was a delightful experience. His cock felt some delight of its own.

 

Umberto joined him at the mirror, his now larger, thicker, and heavier phallus bobbing and twitching to the sight of his slightly-improved guest. He was still naked since his growth spurt, unwilling to ruin any of his clothes, in case none of them fit anymore. A shopping trip for new clothes was definitely on the cards.

 

“I look… I look good,” Keith stammered, viewing himself from various angles. He stuck his thumbs into the belt loops at the front of his shorts and marvelled at how much space he was able to create between his abdomen and the denim. He could now easily get his fingers in between, and when he explored further downward, he felt a dick that no longer felt like the one he’d woken up with that morning. He had to see more. And so he unbuttoned his shorts and let them slip down. His dick had a beautiful upward curve to it, the shaft besieged by a creeping vine-like array of thick engorged veins, and a reddish purple mushroom head that just begged to be sucked. A cord of precum began to stretch downward from the slit, swaying from the momentum of a throbbing erection.

 

Umberto said nothing, but just ogled the smaller man enjoying the improvements to his body, although a single thought attached itself to the part of his brain that governed feelings of guilt and irresponsibility:

 

!!I’m Going To Get Into Trouble Over This!!

 

Although it bothered him as to how Keith could have transformed in such a short space of time, displaying results equal to that of a test subject after several days of taking Recium-412, if this couldn’t be contained and nipped in the bud, the Redfern Institute might get wind of it. The drug had been created for Umberto, due to his muscle-growth affecting him differently to other metazenic bodybuilders whose growth spurts happened at a younger age. Sure, they tested it on the non-gifted as well. What if those pills he’d lost somehow got into the town water supply, something like that?

 

He decided to shrug off such notions. Fuck it. He was a gigantic, ultra-powerful muscle-god. He didn’t have anything, or anyone, to fear.

 

It was getting late. Umberto should have been logged on to the web and broadcasting by now. He was charging the members of his website a hefty sum for thirty minutes of flexing and showing off, finally ending with him blowing his load. Tonight, however, was going to be different. Keith would be involved.

 

“You can wear a mask if you prefer not to have your face on the cam,” Umberto suggested, as he tried with a little difficulty to squeeze his bulk into a bright green wrestling singlet. He liked to do his cam sessions with skimpy clothing like singlets, thongs, and jockstraps. 

 

“It’s okay. I don’t care who sees me with you,” said Keith, as he fished through the same box of kinky stuff Umberto had gotten the singlet from. He found a backless little blue thong for himself and slipped it on. He was trying not to blow his load too soon, but all of this was so very exciting.

 

Umberto checked that the cam on its tripod was recording, and then found a bottle of baby oil which he tossed to Keith as soon as he was finished putting on the thong.

 

“Ever hear the expression ‘blue and green should never be seen. Except with muscles in between’?” Umberto flexed into a most muscular pose, stressing the shit out of the singlet, which had fitted him perfectly before, but now it was under a lot of pressure to contain so much muscle. The hit counter on his website began to spin upwards, the number rising as hundreds of his members logged on for the spectacle.

 

“Hey everyone, I won’t be responding to questions tonight, or taking requests. Tonight is going to be different. I have a friend joining me this evening for a fun time. So as you can see, I’m bigger than last time. Been really hitting the weights hard lately, and I’ve also moved to a new apartment, with lots more space to grow.” He blasted out a double biceps, and obscene mounds of steel hard muscle erupted from his arms.

 

“I think I can hear some threads snapping in my singlet. Hmm, maybe a full lat spread will cause a few tears here and there.” Umberto huffed and puffed and inflated his upper body to an insane size. His massive pecs stretched the straps of the singlet to a point where they couldn’t stretch any further.

 

“Hnnnnnrrrghhhh!” Some more flexing and his upper body exploded free of the spandex. The hit counter on his website shot up higher and higher.

“Time for some oiling up. Come over here Keith and get to work with the baby oil.”  Umberto bounced his pectorals vigorously as an awestruck Keith poured a generous amount of baby oil into his palm. The bodybuilder then squeezed his pecs together which caused them to bulge hugely, and Keith uttered a small yelp of joy as his fingers began to work the oil into the muscles.

 

“Try not to get your fingers trapped in my tits’ striations, my hot worshipper,” Umberto cautioned, knowing that the more he flexed and squeezed his pecs, the deeper the striations would become. Soon Keith had Umberto’s chest moist and glistening. The shiny oil refracted light in a way that made his bulging pectorals look bigger than before.

 

“I’ll try nuh-not to… my muscle master,” Keith groaned. Both men now had rigidly hard cocks, and because there was only three inches between their heights, the head of Keith’s now larger cock easily rubbed against Umberto’s upward and aroused superior shaft as it stretched the lycra singlet towards critical levels. The Keith from before would have ejaculated by now, but curiously he felt better in control of his bodily functions. He could hold his orgasm at bay, if only for the sake of prolonging his experience with the manliest muscle-god in the universe. The hit counter on the website continued to hurtle upwards by hundreds of hits a second. It’d never been this active. He was going to make a year’s rent on the apartment in just half an hour.

 

Umberto lifted up his arms so that Keith could oil up his super-wide lats. They were massive wedges of muscle, possibly containing more muscle fibres than in an average man’s entire body.

 

“Umm… feels so good. It’s like you’ve been doing this as a professional,” Umberto commented. He really liked the way Keith so deftly, but also devotedly, caressed his muscle flesh as he worked more and more of the oil across such mammoth muscles. Umberto flexed upwards to a double biceps pose, showing bulbous, granite peaks of rockiness, the bicep bellies themselves now bigger than a human head. Keith tried to cup the biceps with his hands, but his fingers just weren’t long enough.

 

Umberto bounced his pecs for the camera. He could already read from the screen that some of his site members were posting comments that they’d just come less than five minutes into the cam session. He imagined many a single gay dude – still living in his mother’s basement in his 30s – ruining yet another computer screen and keyboard by drenching it in sticky jizz. Everyone knew that you simply can’t get that stuff out from between the keyboard keys. He also knew that no gay man could ever resist getting off to his bodybuilt body.

 

“What am I? Grrrr!” Umberto’s alpha cockiness had once again fired up, but it added to the fun and was in no way nefarious. He playfully/angrily gripped the eager Keith’s wrists, forcing his oily hands down to his abs so they could go to work glistening up an abdomen that made every other bodybuilder’s midsection look like they were nine months pregnant.

 

“You are a bodybuilder, sir. The most bodybuilt bodybuilding bodybuilder in all of creation,” Keith chanted, his breathing now laboured as his heart rate shot up.

 

“Do you want me to bodybuild more, little worshipper?” Umberto was careful not to mention Keith by name, even though Keith had declined the offer of wearing a mask. 

 

“Yuh-yes… please… grow bigger, god. Bigger and bigger. Bigger than you are now. I beg you. I need to see you grow… to get bigger beyond anything even you can imagine.” Keith’s senses had become a whirling maelstrom of chaos and bliss all rolled into one.

 

Umberto flexed out of the rest of the singlet, amused that he’d worn it for less and six minutes or thereabouts. Once free of its lycra prison, his dick thickened and lengthened even further, dwarfing Keith’s by at least five or six times, maybe more. Umberto performed a massive full lat spread, pushing Keith gently but firmly to the side so that the camera would capture him in his entirety. He threw his head back to allow room for his pecs to expand and balloon. They shone like miniature suns as they reflected the light from the fluorescent tubes above. Then he mashed down into a most muscular pose, his traps and delts ballooning immeasurably, making his head look small. He kept crabbing, forcing more blood, testosterone and Recium-412 into his muscles. More veins broke out all over his body, laying down new pipelines through which to carry so much growth fuel to where it could be absorbed and used.

 

His flexing was unprecedented. He wasn’t experiencing a growth spurt as such, but it was the excitement of the moment – of having a keen participant in his self-exploitation – that fueled a little more growth. He bulged and expanded, until his entire upper body filled the screen of his laptop, as well as the thousands of screens of his over-stimulated spectators. 

 

“GRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!” He screamed. Lonely muscle-hungry  men the world over came simultaneously as their brains hit overload trying to process what they were seeing on their computer screens. Many of them had to log off, either due to sudden exhaustion, or else the need to wash clean their salty emissions. Umberto resolved to cut his cam sessions to fifteen minutes. His audience simply wouldn’t be able to last longer than that. He would still continue to charge the same price, however. Fuck it… he could charge whatever he liked and they’d still subscribe in their thousands.

 

“I can see I’m proving too much for your stamina and libidos to maintain, my eager fans. But that is understandable. You weren’t expecting to see me with more size, more power… but here I am. But before we go, my little helper here is going to oil up my enormous muscle-cock and then wank me off till I explode with jizz. I was thinking of fucking him, but look at the size of this cock. It’s way too big for a mortal ass to fully take in.”

 

Keith was actually relieved that Umberto’s penis wouldn’t be rearranging his internal organs. It was enormous. But he’d been invited to oil it up and wank it off for the thunderous piston it was.

 

He poured more oil into his palm and knelt down to better position himself. He took hold of the mega-cock and soon had it glistening with oil. Precum oozed out of Umberto’s slit, further coating his member. Soon it became difficult to maintain a grip. This would not do.

 

“Hmm, maybe I shouldn’t have asked you to oil up my schlong, sweetie. Now you can’t wank me off ‘cos it’s way too slippery. Tell you what, take off that thong of yours and use it to mop some of the oil off my mega-member,” Umberto instructed.

 

Keith did as he was told and struggled to get the thong out of his arse crack. He had a more bubbled arse, now, and mass had definitely been added to it, only the muscular kind as opposed to flabby.

 

Keith clumsily got out of the thong, trying not to skid around on any oil and precum that had reached the floor. But before he could start wiping oil off Umberto’s monolith, the giant bodybuilder whipped the thong out of his grasp and raised it up to nose level. He inhaled deeply.

 

“Mmmmm, it’s got some of your arse sweat in the string. It’s soaked in it. And there’s more…” he took another sniff, “... the pouch is drenched in your precum. How come you haven’t come yet? Am I not big enough for you? Maybe I should try to get bigger for you so that you blow your load before your muscle master and make the rest of tonight’s audience drown in their own jizz.” 

 

Umberto tossed the thong back to Keith before lifting up a huge pair of dumbbells and used them to pump his arms up even further. “You like me pumping myself larger, using dumbbells even the current Mister Olympia would have trouble raising for more than a rep or two?” Then to his internet audience:

 

“Keith’s gonna wipe off some of my dick’s oil while I lift my weights, the weights that help me to bodybuild into an even bigger bodybuilder, folks.” Fuck it, Umberto thought, I mentioned his name to the world. He bit his lip, but was thankful for Keith not picking up on the slip-up.

 

Keith still couldn’t believe he’d yet to blow his load, but we wanted to get Umberto off so badly, that he determinedly focused on de-oiling the gigantic phallus. The now twenty inch penis oozed precum like a geyser unable to quit. The thong was quickly saturated by a mixture of both their fluids. A faint mist could be seen issuing from the cloth. Keith quickly reached for his shorts on the floor and stuffed the thong inside, making sure that Umberto’s massive size blocked him from view of the cam. He made sure that the thong went into a different pocket than the bag of pills, lest their moisture somehow get into the bag and make the pills soggy. He then picked up his side-cutaway stinger top and used it to mop Umberto’s dick even further. The extra material soon had the cock oil-free.

 

Keith began to wank the bodybuilder off for the audience. He didn’t care if the entire world saw him doing it. He tried doing it with one hand, but it was difficult getting his fingers around the girth of the shaft. He wanted to use one hand so that he had the other hand free to wank his own dick. He’d maintained his arousal for long enough. He needed to release at any second. Alas, he had to settle for alternating his left hand between his own cock and Umberto’s. The monster bodybuilder had a dick that only two hands could ultimately manipulate.

 

It was quite the effort getting off the muscle giant. Every time he thought he was causing Umberto’s gonads to shoot, Umberto would demand he stroke faster, and harder. Keith’s heart was racing like he was running a marathon without stopping. His breath was fast and erratic.

 

“Not enough, Keith!!!!” Oops, there I go again, outing him to the world.

 

“I’m trying… (gasp)... you’re so strong… so powerful…I’m nothing compared to you,” Keith cried, almost pleading with the muscle-god to grant him respite from such intense worshipping.

 

Keith was drenched in Umberto’s fluids, now. His precum and sweat was all over Keith’s face, neck and chest. The smell of Umberto’s musk shot up to intoxicating levels. Keith felt strange sensations in his body, which kept intensifying. Without thinking Keith began to rub the muscle muscle-stink into his upper body, shoulders and arms. He felt his body flush with prickly heat. He was growing more muscle. 

 

“What th—?”

 

Caught up in his own reverie, Umberto – who couldn’t see past his pecs in order to catch what was happening below them – was oblivious to Keith’s second growth spurt. But it wasn’t long before he felt the effects of those changes.

 

The growth of more muscle bolstered Keith and energised him, giving him the strength to return to the task he was set. He could now comfortably get one hand around Umberto’s dick, and his newfound strength allowed him to work the shaft even harder than before. He jerked off Umberto, putting more and more effort into the task. The bodybuilder’s reverie reached fever pitch. He screamed like a thing demented, roaring out a massive double biceps pose, still with the dumbells firmly gripped. He began pumping them upwards, working his shoulders and delts, growling and grunting which further fueled his body’s production of testosterone. He could feel his fingers beginning to dent the iron weights. His strength had become surreal.

 

Keith’s strength had also increased, enough to drive him to complete his task. Now that he could wank off Umberto with one hand, his other hand could work on his own dick. It was a dick that felt even bigger to him, as it had grown again, along with his muscles. The muscle-musk smell hovering in the sweat-imbued air around them both began to thin, a signal that the amazing properties born from the muscle worship session was subsiding. But Keith was now the one to growl and grunt and exploit his manliness greater than he ever had, and with a few more tugs, caused a massive gush of spunk to shoot out of Umberto’s dick.

 

“UNNNNNNNGGGGHHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRRAWWWWWR!”

 

It was the most powerful orgasm Umberto had experienced so far. He completely lost control and belted out gushers of come into the air. It splashed everywhere as he spasmed, hitting the underside of his pecs and then travelling along their contours, only to spurt back out onto Keith, who was so taken by his own masturbation, that he fell backwards, but continued to wank his own dick so that seconds after a litre and a half of jizz was still shooting from Umberto’s cock, so, too did Keith shoot his load, drenching his own torso. He moaned and wailed in ecstasy for the moment, one he wished would never end.

 

Umberto collapsed onto the floor next to Keith, both of them spent. Their chests heaved from exertion as they struggled to get their breaths back. Gradually they began to relax and calmness changed places with near-chaotic lust. They were out of shot of the camera, now. They didn’t speak for an entire minute. But just as Keith was about to say something:

 

A door chime pervaded the apartment, followed by frantic knuckles hammering the front door.

 

“What?” Umberto wasn’t expecting visitors at this time of night. What time was it anyway? Did it matter?

 

“Fuck off! If you’re selling anything, I’m not interested!” He hollered. He was hardly in any state for more visitors. Then:

 

“Umberto, it’s me, Lee. And Sam from work. Please let us in. Something… something has happened.” Lee’s tone sounded like he was worried to the point of near-panic. What had happened to his sweet little Lee?

 

Umberto glanced toward the door, and then back towards Keith. He then looked back at the door again. Then back at Keith.

 

“I don’t know what this is about, but maybe it’s a good time for you to take a shower, eh?” Umberto looked over at the laptop, thankful that the session had timed out and there was nothing else being broadcast to the web.

 

“Ugh, yeah… maybe I should,” Keith replied, picking himself and his soiled clothes up off the floor. Once he was in the bathroom, Umberto also got up from the floor (finding it somewhat tricky because he had a lot more muscle mass to deal with). He muscle-waddled to the front door, still covered in come, but not really caring if Lee and his friend saw him like this.

 

He slid back the vast, metal warehouse door effortlessly and stood before the two visitors. He was bigger than before, and so both Lee and Sam nearly fainted when they saw him. The smell of his jizz wafted out into the warm summer night. His dick hadn’t fully become flaccid. In this state it was thicker and longer than Lee’s forearm. They were stuck for words.

 

“What’s happened, Lee?” Umberto wasn’t entirely unhappy to see him. He was really into him, after all. Sam was good looking as well. He looked hot in his crop-top tee and black denim EBF cut-offs. A nice six-pack was clearly on show from the electric light over the door.

 

The incident with John the bodybuilder was temporarily forgotten when Lee saw the size of Umberto. How was it possible that he was even bigger – a LOT bigger – than earlier that day when he visited Aldersons? Down in his pants Lee’s now larger dick began to twitch its way to foot-long prominence. Sam was likewise shocked by the size and beauty of the bodybuilding behemoth. They both spoke at the same time:

 

“John attacked us — got the shirt – we escaped – he grew – pizza delivery guy — thinks we’re on growth shit or something – smashed chair – fire escape – shirt gone – he was looking for it – made us grow — dunno what to do –”

 

Umberto raised his hands to mediate the moment. This caused massive peaks to almost burst out of the skin of his upper arms. “One at a time. Lee, you speak on your own. Who’s John? What shirt?”

 

Lee swallowed nervously and lubricated his mouth with spit before continuing. “John. A bodybuilder. Works for his brother delivering pizza. We didn’t think he was doing any harm. At first. Then when we noticed changes to our bodies, he linked it to your shirt you let me keep from earlier… or at first, the muscle-stink in my flat. It smelt just like you do. It was coming from your shirt.”

 

“Changes? You don’t look any different to me,” Umberto contested.

 

“You’d better show him,” Sam said quietly, nudging the skinny twink with his elbow. With no fat to cushion the force from a stronger Sam yet to grow accustomed to his increased strength, Lee winced when the elbow collided with his arm.

 

Lee pulled down the front of his shorts and out sprang his even larger dick, one that was almost three inches longer – and certainly thicker – than the one through which Umberto had swallowed Lee’s load earlier that day. Emboldened by this, Sam raised up his arms in a double biceps pose. His biceps peaked cutely, but they were biceps nonetheless.

 

“Shit… you two had better come in,” Umberto said, sidestepping to allow them to enter. Wide though the apartment doorway was, Umberto now took up a vast amount of it. Before closing it, he stood there, sombre and naked, his muscles bulging in all directions. His gaze settled on a sweeping tumult of dust and debris as it was carried along the street from a breeze that suddenly made itself known. Even though it was still warm, something inside Umberto made him shiver, albeit fleetingly.

 

“Something is happening,” he concernedly muttered to himself.


 

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cant wait, this is a great story though i wish the main guy lee got bigger in the muscle department as well especially since his new boyfriend is so huge now

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9 hours ago, richard18 said:

cant wait, this is a great story though i wish the main guy lee got bigger in the muscle department as well especially since his new boyfriend is so huge now

Well I mentioned in part 1 of the story that he'd tried to do bodybuilding, but ended up quitting and couldn't make it a lifestyle. Lee is based on someone I knew once. He was super cute, very skinny but he actually looked good. He lifted weights and did swimming, so he had a very low BMI, but he never ate enough or took supplements, so his muscles never grew. My biggest kink from writing muscle-growth stories is when massively god-like bodybuilders with astonishing mass become enamoured with handsome young twink types. I adore the contrast between their bodies, which turn me on equally. I also like overweight men, especially blonde haired youths with way too much body fat for their ages. I used to be in love with a guy like that. He was absolutely beautiful, and had no problem getting the girls, but he was a good 50-60 lbs overweight. Sam is loosely based on him. There is a porn star named Stephen Prior, who is very skinny but has a disproportionately gigantic dick. And some of those Bel Ami twinks are monstrously hung. It always seems to be the skinny guys that have above average sized cocks, and it's their skinny physiques that make their dicks look even bigger. I'm glad you're liking the story so far. Part 5 is finished, but I had such a busy day I want to read over it again before I post, which will be tomorrow. I worry about continuity as a story gets longer and longer. It's very painstaking having to go back through parts of previous chapters to make sure I haven't tripped up somewhere. 

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no worries and i think lee would still look like a twink next to the other guy no matter how big he would get, keep up the great work and its yor stry and yu mak it as long or short as yu want

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23 hours ago, LORUS said:

Part 5 coming later today. 🙂

Can't wait to read it, looking forward to John's growth. He would make for a great power-mad villain. 😈

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PART 5


 

The next day at Aldersons supermarket was a hectic one. The builders were in to repair the damage to the men’s changing room, as the structural damage caused by Umberto’s alternation to the doorway proved more serious than initially thought. To make matters worse, five staff had phoned in sick, and so Eugene – who’d been up half the night wanking to the recorded footage of the biggest most muscular man he’d ever seen – was forced to send his staff on their lunch breaks two at a time instead of the usual six.

 

Lee and Sam opted to take their lunch break together. This suited them fine. They had the breakroom to themselves, so they had half an hour not only to eat their lunches, but also to continue to process the events of the previous evening.

 

“It’s obvious that he’s keeping something from us,” Sam said in between mouthfuls of microwaved mac n’ cheese with meatballs he’d brought from home. His appetite had always been a hefty one, but now that he’d grown almost two inches in height, lost body fat and gained substantial muscle in lightning quick time, he would find himself eating more in order to keep himself satisfied. In contrast, Lee didn’t have much of an appetite. He toyed with a yoghurt, dipping the spoon in and just letting it trickle back into the pot.

 

“Well he did say he’d explain more to me when we go for dinner tonight,” Lee said, surprised at his lack of enthusiasm.

 

“You’re still going on the date then? Shouldn’t you think it through a little better? Umberto definitely had someone in his apartment last night. I heard the shower going, and when I asked to use his bathroom he told me the water was off.” Sam had to speak in between mouthfuls, he was so hungry.

 

“So what? It’s not like we’re an item or anything. He can see other guys. Although, he suggested yesterday that I was boyfriend material. He’s definitely into skinny twinks like me. And did you see the size of him?” Lee paused when he felt the buttons of his EBF work pants strain when his monster porn-cock grew bigger at the thought of Umberto’s new size.

 

“I know. He has no shame, letting us in with jizz all over his naked bod. The place reeked of it. Made his muscle-musk stronger, too. I think I grew a little more last night when I got home.” Sam made a muscle by raising his arm up, causing the bicep to roll and bulge and completely stretch out the sleeve of his polo shirt. The shirt appeared tight across his chest, with apparent pectoral meat jostling beneath. His nipples poked through shamelessly. He’d been getting a lot of stares from co-workers and customers alike since clocking in that morning.

 

“You’re definitely bigger, now that you mention it.” Lee had to adjust himself on his chair in order to give his dick more room to expand. His pants were now quite tight in the crotch. 

 

“I know. I love the feeling, to be honest. I’m going to join a gym as soon as I can. I want to get bigger… fuck it… I want to get HUGE!” Sam stopped eating and stood up from the lunch table. He’d had to pull his belt tighter, since losing almost two inches off his waistline. He stood before Lee and made a full lat spread, causing his new muscles to expand and make his work shirt even tighter.

 

“Maybe Umberto will let you train in his apartment gym. I’ll ask him at dinner tonight. It bothers me, though, that he seemed anxious for us to leave. I guess it was late, and even mega muscle-gods need their beauty sleep. He might even be bigger by the time we meet later.” Lee then seemed to stare off into space as he mentally built such an image in his mind. A spot of drool appeared in one corner of his mouth.

 

“He seemed a little concerned by our physical changes. And when I put it to him that we think it’s his muscle-musk from the shirt that triggered the changes, along with our desires for ourselves and each other, he frowned, as if he wasn’t expecting any of this to happen. You wanted a foot long dick to fuck my arse with, and I wanted massive muscles. Bingo! It happened.” Sam made a most muscular pose and delighted when he heard and felt some threads popping along the shirt seams.

 

“Well he did reassure us that John won’t be a problem. He said he’d talk to the manager of Gridiron, and if John tries to join, he’ll be denied,” said Lee, and then a worried look washed over his face.

 

“What is it? You look like you just got bad news or something?”

 

“It’s almost as though Umberto expects John to make the entry weight to join Gridiron. John is clearly on steroids, that much was evident from his mood swing last night which cost me a chair. What if all the shit he puts into himself reacts with the musk from Umberto’s shirt and makes him super huge? What if he gets as big as Umberto?”

 

“Hey… you’re letting your head run away with itself. Tell you what, I’m gonna ask Eugene to put me on the sports aisle after break. I definitely look like a beginner bodybuilder now. So I look better suited to work on the aisle where we’re most likely to find the bodybuilders shopping. I’ll ask if any of them knows a bodybuilder named John who has a bad attitude, and works delivering pizzas for his brother. You never know, we might find out where he trains, or even where he lives.” Sam bounced his baby pecs vigorously, lustful for them to get even bigger and weightier, all the while his pudgy fat melted away to be replaced by manly granite muscle.

 

“I suppose that’s worth a shot. It might even reap a reward. I could have something to tell Umberto tonight over pizza.” Lee finished his yoghurt while Sam chowed down on a chicken chipotle burrito after his macaroni and meatballs. Same decided to change the subject:

 

“About what happened between us last night. We were totally caught up in a lustful frenzy caused by that shirt stink. I really liked the sex with you, but if fate has chosen for you and Umberto to be together, I won’t intervene. Moving forward, I have my bodybuilding to focus on. We’re friends now. We shouldn’t make things complicated.” Sam was a good guy. His words were sincere.

 

“Yeah, you’re right. Friends we are, Sam,” said Lee, feeling better about the situation.


 

***

 

John the bodybuilder rarely slept until noon. He was usually at his gym by ten o’ clock in the morning, from where he’d work out solidly until noon, stop for something to eat and a protein shake, and then work the weights solidly until three in the afternoon. It meant that by the time he showered and got home, he could get some more sleep before his evening shift from the pizzeria began. That was his life, day in and day out. However, he always made sure he had time for juicing up. Alas, his recent cash flow crisis had made the roid well dry up. That pissed him off a great deal.

 

Today was different. He’d slept a most restful sleep, only to wake up with a raging boner. Still sluggish, he barely moved in the bed, except to bring his hand to his dick in order to relish a most welcome return from his libido. His dick felt huge and heavy to his touch, and this turned him on a great deal. He spent a further fifteen minutes working his rod to the point of climax. A big gobbet of spunk shot out of his dick and all over his abs and chest. When he brought his hands up in order to rub the jizz into his chest, he made a startling discovery.

 

“The fuck?”

 

He got up from bed with the intention of viewing his naked body in the bathroom mirror, but almost tripped on the pungent remnant of the ragged shirt he’d taken from Lee’s flat the night before. He managed to kick it up off the floor in such a way that he caught it in his hand. He sniffed it deeply, annoyed that it wasn’t as aromatic as it had been when last he inhaled its intoxicating musk. In the bathroom:

 

“Look at me. Fucking look at me!” With no one else to talk to, he settled for his reflection. And what a reflection it had become. John had transformed, and overnight, too. How could this have happened? Not that he minded in the slightest. His body had exploded with even more muscle than he’d had the night before. And not only that, the many imperfections he’d attained from misuse of certain substances, had all but vanished.

 

His pecs were round and firm, his gynecomastia nowhere to be seen. His skin, whilst not completely clear of acne, nevertheless  looked a lot smoother. His roid gut was still a little evident, but emphasis on the word “little”. His dick held its erect state effortlessly and he touched and caressed it with much interest. His balls felt at least twice as large as when he last felt them. 

 

“I look fucking awesome… it’s as if I gained about thirty pounds of muscle!”

He flexed into the various bodybuilder poses, each time marvelling at the improvements, and within minutes he ejaculated all over his mirror without even needing his hands to work the shaft to erupt. He couldn't wait to get to Keilly's Ironside Gym so that he could test his new strength and also put his new muscle mass to work. They also had a scale there so that he could check how much he'd put on. It had a reputation for being a low grade gym, with a lot of steroid abuse going on there. But if he made two eighty in weight, then he'd be big enough to get a membership at Gridiron, where the really huge bodybuilders trained to make themselves even bigger. He didn't look or feel like he was quite there yet. But he definitely didn't have far to go.

 

He decided to take the shirt to the gym with him. Even though it looked like something Bruce Banner had recently burst out of, he would wear it beneath a loose fitting tee. That was assuming, of course, that anything he owned still looked loose around his now larger, more muscular physique.

 

Today was going to be an interesting one indeed.


 

***

 

At exactly two thirty-two p.m., one of Alderson’s bodybuilding regulars strutted into the supermarket, having had his workout at Gridiron, and deciding some protein bars would make a nice post-workout snack. Eugene had agreed to let Sam work the sports aisle, which stocked not only supplements, but various gym equipment, clothing, and accessories. Sam’s eyes came out on stalks when he saw the bodybuilder. 

 

The muscle dude was wearing a black stringer tank, which he’d cut to look even skimpier on him. He had a waist trainer tightly fixed around his taut waist, making his upper body look even more impressive. It had obviously been leg day because Sam noticed how swollen his thighs and calves looked. The skin on his legs was stretched so tightly, and it looked redder than the rest of his skin. Sam found it so sexy when a bodybuilder struggled to walk properly due to his extreme bulk. The best thing about him was that he had the same colour hair and hairstyle as Sam did, and also the same shade of blue eyes. This made it so easy for Sam to project his own face onto such a body and picture himself that huge.

 

The bodybuilder waddled up and down the aisle, filling his basket with protein bars and some energy drinks. Sam didn’t care if his larger dick began to swell and push out his exposed button-fly crotch into a sizeable package, as his new more muscled body showed all inhibition to the door. He wondered if because of their similar features, the bodybuilder might notice Sam’s muscle gains and make a comment. Alas, he didn’t. His phone rang from inside his tight shorts and so he stopped to answer the call.

 

From what Sam could gather from the call, he could tell the bodybuilder was going all mushy for the person on the other end. It seemed he’d just received some very good news. The bodybuilder beamed with delight, so at least he was in an approachable mood.

 

“Oh Brad, I’m so happy you got the promotion. Now we can finally apply for a mortgage and get our own place. I love you so much, my honey-snookums.”

 

Well he’s gay, that’s something to start with, Sam thought, wasting not a second further from putting his idea into action. With his work polo shirt now ridiculously tight, he reached up to a high shelf to adjust a large box that needed to be pushed into place a little better. This, of course, caused his shirt to pop out of his pants and ride up sufficiently to show off his much trimmer waist and noticeable six-pack. Out of the corner of his eye he could see that the bodybuilder had noticed.

 

“Damn, I need a bigger shirt. Felt more threads pop that time,” Sam said, exerting a boastful tone. He followed it with: “Guess it’s the lifestyle we’ve chosen, eh? Clothes just don’t fit for very long.” He then pretended to yawn as he brought up his arms in order to lock fingers together behind his head. His biceps popped and strained his shirt sleeves to almost bursting point.

 

“Ugh, I guess so,” said the bodybuilder, turning away from Sam so as to check out a rack of lifting belts on sale with twenty percent off.

 

“I just started bodybuilding myself. I hope to get as big as you one day,” said Sam, now with some urgency in his tone. He didn’t want to lose this guy without inquiring about John the bodybuilder.

 

“Good for you. Um, it says twenty percent off on these belts, but I don’t see a price tag. How much?”

 

“They’re nineteen ninety-five apiece. They’re pretty good. I have one myself,” lied Sam, hoping to keep the bodybuilder interested. 

 

“Is that before or after the discount?” The bodybuilder seemed to be losing interest and he went to muscle-waddle over to pay for his items.

 

“Oh it’s after the discount. I should really get a price tag on those. It’s been really busy here. We’re short-staffed, and a bodybuilder caused some damage here yesterday, so there’s a lot going on.” Sam mentally chided himself for painting the bodybuilding lifestyle in a bad light. Fortunately:

 

“Really? Was it anyone from Gridiron? We’re huge and all, but we’re generally very well behaved.” The bodybuilder sounded defensive, but he brightened instantly when Sam said:

 

“I think he’s called Umberto, or Uberto, something like that.”

 

“Oh you mean Umberto Morelli?” The bodybuilder was positively beaming now, and in a somewhat lustful way.

 

“Yeah, that’s him. He’s enormous. His strength is off the charts,” said Sam, now glad he had the bodybuilder's attention.

 

“He was at Gridiron yesterday. He’s a fucking god. I mean, I’m fucking huge and all, but nothing compared to Morelli. He jizzed on a few of us in the showers after his workout. I ended up having a fucking orgy with the others just to get as much of his spunk into me as possible. And that smell he gives off. I smell it and I just want to train more, and with more and more weight. Just don’t tell my boyfriend,” said the bodybuilder, winking at Sam. 

 

“Wow, I’d have sold a kidney to be in the middle of that. I’m Sam. I’d love to get some tips from you to get huge, if you have a moment to spare.” Sam extended a hand to the bodybuilder who seemed hesitant at first. But then:

 

“I’m Thad,” nice to meet you, Sam. The handshake was firm. So far so good.

 

Jesus, Sam thought, Thad and Brad. What are the odds?

 

“Well, it’s really just the age-old formula. Eat big, lift big. Get plenty of protein, and plenty of sleep at night. That’s about it, Sam.” Thad was very handsome, and easily looked three hundred and fifty pounds, if not more. He wasn’t too tall, either, about five eleven, if Sam were to guess. As if by instinct, Thad bounced his hefty, bulbous pectorals, now that Sam was there to ogle them. The thin string straps of the tank stretched and tightened as he worked some blood into his chest muscles.

 

“Umm, that’s great to know. I’ve definitely been following that regimen so far. I’m making really good gains,” said Sam, pleased with himself.

 

“Yes, I can see that. You’ll need to ask your manager for a bigger uniform, Sam. You’re stretching out that shirt and pants almost to critical levels. Although I know it’s addictive, having muscles and wanting to show them off to the world. I wear as little as possible, to be honest. I’m such a show-off whore.”

 

“Well you deserve to, Thad. You’re so huge. Would you like to get bigger?” Sam’s boner was painfully hard now. He wished he could undo his buttons to make some extra room. Thad suddenly seemed interested in what he had below the waist.

 

“Um… sure I would. My boyfriend likes huge muscles on his man. So yeah, I’d definitely like to get a lot bigger.” Then: 

 

“Say, Sam… those pants you have on. Do you stock them for sale? Possibly even in my size?”

 

Sam was so pleased that Thad was interested in exposed button-fly pants. It gave them something more to talk about.

 

“Well they are on sale to the public, but not in your size. Your thighs are like tree trunks. But my friend Lee over on checkout number four is a whizz at customising shorts for bodybuilders. What’s your waist size? Let me guess, thirty-four?”

 

“Not far off. The waist trainer is working wonders for me. I even sleep in it. Got my waist down to thirty-two and a half as of this morning. Not bad, considering my chest is sixty-four inches around. I think that’s called ‘the golden ratio.’”  Thad bounced his pecs more vigorously and flared his lats so as to show as much upper body mass as he was currently capable of.

 

“Wow, I can’t wait to get to be as big as you. Do you ever dream of being as big as Umberto?” Sam still had Thad’s interest. It was now time to name drop John the bodybuilder.

 

“Yeah, who doesn’t? But even if it were possible to get that huge, by the time I get there, Umberto will be way bigger again. He’s just a super-freak.” Thad appeared to stare far off, as if imagining himself that huge.

 

“Well I’m determined to eat correctly to make it happen for me. I had a farewell pizza last night. Interestingly the bloke who delivered it is a bodybuilder himself. Good looking, bald but with a black goatee. Bit of a moody type, though. I think he said his name is John. I didn’t give him a tip. I kinda feel bad, though. I’d kinda like to. It’s expensive feeding yourself when you’re a bodybuilder. Maybe you know of him?” Sam hoped he hadn’t tripped himself up. What if John was an acquaintance of Thad’s?

 

Thad made a frown, causing veins to throb on his neck and traps. “I know of him, the roided-out prick. He has a major attitude, that one. Wants to train at Gridiron, but he can’t make the weight. No way he’s getting in there. I’ll quit if he does. He’s also known to be a bully, hogging the weights and teasing the smaller dudes. Complete wanker.”

 

“Well I’d still like to give him a tip. What about the gym where he trains? I could drop it off in an envelope, maybe.” Sam was convinced Thad wouldn’t fall for such a transparent ruse. But Thad was in a good mood after the phone call from Brad.

 

“Oh that’s Keilly’s Ironside Gym, over on the north side of town. He’s barred from all the other gyms. Seriously, Sam, spend your money on better things. That prick isn’t worth it.”

 

Success, and thanks to himbo Thad’s musclebound naivety. Thad’s phone rang again. It was Brad again, judging by Thad’s reaction. 


“Well Sam, it was nice talking to you. I’m glad you’ve chosen bodybuilding as a vocation. Keep it up and you’ll be going up five shirt sizes a year, sweetie. I really have to get going.” Thad gently nudged Sam on the shoulder.

 

“Don’t forget to talk to Lee at checkout four about customising a pair of EBF pants for you. They’re on the house, by the way. He’ll have them for you next time you drop in.” Sam was pleased his plan had worked.

 

“Yes I will. I can’t wait to strut around in exposed button-fly pants, Sam. I’ll see you soon.”

 

And that was that.


 

***

 

When their shifts were over for another day, both Lee and Sam were glad it was the weekend. They both had Saturday off. Lee was excited for other reasons, though. Three hours from now he’d be meeting Umberto outside the warehouse apartment, to begin their date. Because the male changing room was off limits for repair, Eugene had given the male staff use of his office to store their belongings and get changed after their shifts ended. This was the first time since their lunch break that Lee and Sam had a chance to speak.

 

“I got lucky, Lee. Thad, the blonde bodybuilder that was in earlier, knows where John trains. It’s Keilly’s over on the north side.” Sam was changing out of his uniform and into an even skimpier crop-top than the one he wore the day before. It was luminous pink and tighter on him, too, thanks to his muscle gain. He just about managed to squeeze himself into a pair of exposed button-fly blue denim jeans. They were skin tight, but still served him comfortably enough.

 

“That’s lucky indeed, Sam. Yeah I spoke to him when I was ringing up his items. He mentioned to me about customising a pair of work pants to fit him. I guess Umberto isn’t the only bodybuilder who likes showing off buttons down the front of his fly. I said I’d take care of that for him,” said Lee.

 

“At least we now know which gym John goes to. You can tell Umberto, and he can go get the shirt back.” Sam bounced his baby pecs beneath his crop top, causing the pink fabric to billow out a little. He would never get tired of the feeling, and it would only get better as he got bigger and bigger.

 

“Unless he has me swooning for him throughout the date. I might forget to bring it up,” said Lee, amusingly.

 

At which point the friends parted company for the evening. Lee would need a shower and a shave before deliberating over a dressy outfit for the evening. 

 

It was an evening Lee Fordham would never forget.


 

***

 

Showered and shaved, Lee took time to make himself as presentable as possible. He spent more time than he usually would preening himself, especially of any unsightly hairs that were about his person. But he had little to worry about. He was a handsome twink with barely any body hair, except where it counted. He decided to prune back his man bush a little, if only to make his personal anaconda look more like a boa constrictor. With the bush trimmed, his cock looked bigger than ever, and he was truly astonished by it. It was pushing thirteen inches hard. 

 

With time to spare, he stood naked in front of the mirror, finding the ruler from the night before. Just for fun he decided to check his penis size. And to his surprise the member was bigger by another half inch or so. It had surpassed the thirteen inch mark. And it was thicker, too. Lee jerked it a little, needing both sets of his slender fingers to work the dick harder and harder. He needed to release his load before the date, as he didn’t want to jizz his posh pants in the middle of dinner at the fanciest Italian restaurant in town. 

 

He turned sideways, in awe of his slenderness in direct competition with his more monstrously blood-engorged dick. He pulled in his stomach, creating a ridiculously deep vacuum. He thrust his pelvis forwards, making his dick stick out even further. Its upward curvature was beautiful to behold. He was now very aroused by his genitals, as his balls also looked and felt larger than before. 

 

He had an idea. There were rubber bands in a glass in the kitchen which he used to seal open food packets. He found a particularly sizable one and tested its strength before stretching it around the base of his dick where it met his groin, just like a cock ring. Within just a few seconds his whole dick flared a deep red as the tight rubber band squeezed more blood into the shaft. The veins on the dick bulged even more obscenely than before. He looked at his dick in the mirror again. It was fucking enormous.

 

“Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum!!!!!!!!!” His body trembled and became flush with one spasm after another. With precum-slick fingers he deftly worked his penis, coaxing it to utter its salty tempest. Still standing, his body bucked and swayed as so much pleasure coursed through him and then out of him.

 

“FUUUCCKKK!!!!!” 

 

It seemed like the orgasm went on much longer than usual. Lee’s balls completely emptied of their contents, most of which shot out across the flat towards the kitchen. He felt at least eight spurts of spunk leave him, and he was thankful none of it splashed back on him, else he’d have to take another shower. When he was almost spent, he thrusted his pelvis out even more, giving one final emission to the world. He thrusted with such force that the rubber band split apart, which was a good thing since it had started to hurt like hell. Panting and depleted of his seed, Lee summarily gathered his senses and returned to his pre-date preparations.

 

What am I doing working at a supermarket and living in a tiny flat, when I could be making a fortune as a porn star?

 

The thought was a fleeting one, although he knew of several porn stars that were successful at it despite being super skinny, and with little or no body fat on show. One particular guy from the gay porn sites Lee often visited, had a taste for worshipping bodybuilders. He was very well endowed, but at least four inches smaller than Lee where it counted. Another thought occurred to him that his genitals still had more growing to do. Wow. The thought of even bigger junk made him smile.

 

It was time to get dressed. Umberto had told him the day before to dress formally with a dress shirt and bow tie. Not a problem; Lee had a drawer full of bow ties. He chose an extremely form-fitting plain white dress shirt which clung to his lanky, skinny frame, emphasising his skinniness without making him look malnourished. He simply wanted to look as skinny as possible when out with Umberto, in order to create an even vaster contrast between their sizes.

 

His pants were tight-fitting grey slacks with button flap pockets at the rear. He liked his tight little arse, and it looked great in the pants. He’d had them custom-made for his job interview at Alderson’s, after seeing some of the male staff (including Eugene the manager) wearing EBFs when he’d visit as a customer. He figured any little advantage that would land him the job was worth taking. And yes, they were embossed in the crotch with four ostensible dark-grey buttons down the front. As a connoisseur of all things exposed button-fly, Lee figured it would be cool to have his fetish spill over into formal attire also. He also owned a black pair, but he liked the grey pair better. 

 

Because he didn’t have a belt to suit the pants, he opted for red suspenders, and so a red bow tie would match and finish out his look for the evening. He wondered what colour bow tie Umberto would go for. 

 

He was glad he’d wanked before going out. His now larger dick would hopefully behave itself inside his underpants, now that both underwear and outerwear had less room in the crotch. He liked how the buttons strained the crotch area, creating little gaps in between through which small glimpses of his tighty whities could be seen.

 

“I may be skinny as fuck, but I’m a fucking man in all the right places,” he boasted to his reflection. Just for fun he started making muscular poses, pretending to be a bodybuilder in his own right. Of course, no muscles popped out anywhere. But he had to stop because it was getting him turned on again.

 

Umberto had said to meet him outside his apartment at 8 p.m. He glanced at the time on his phone. That was twenty-five minutes from now. Lee was just a short while away from a date with the biggest, most muscular, most beautiful bodybuilding stud he’d ever laid eyes on. 

 

“What if he’s even bigger than he was when we went over to him for help last night? He’d definitely grown since first meeting me at work.”

 

He looked out of his front window which showed the warehouse apartment across the street. The evening was warm and sunny, just like the previous evening. Umberto had stated that they would walk hand in hand to the restaurant, dressed in their finest and turning the heads of everyone they passed. It would be such a rush to be seen with a muscle-god.

 

By ten to eight, Lee decided to leave his flat and wait for Umberto outside the apartment. A bit of fresh air would help to curb the butterflies in his stomach. Why was he so nervous? There was nothing to be nervous about. He’d already shot his load into Umberto’s mouth. This wasn’t a blind date, but one that already embodied physical compatibility between them. It was a good start.

 

At four minutes to eight, Lee decided to hit the door chime. Umberto’s voice came out of a little speaker beside the door. “Hey there, sexy boyfriend Lee.” The voice sounded sexy as fuck, if a little tinny through the intercom.

 

“I’m four minutes early, sorry, Umberto,” Lee replied, and then: “Hi, by the way.”

 

“Hi yourself. I’ll be right out. Just trying to get my bow tie straight. It’s tough doing simple things with all this new muscle, ha ha.”

 

Then, after two more minutes which felt like a small eternity to eager Lee, the grinding of metal sounded as the mighty front door slid open.

 

Lee looked. He gasped. His glasses slipped down his nose and threatened to fall right off. Had they done so, he wouldn’t have even noticed.

 

Umberto was FUCKING HUGE!!!!!!!!

 

“Hey there, boyfriend… my boyfriend as of this moment forward,” boomed Umberto. He was thicker and wider than ever. This was matched by a more guttural and deeper masculine tone to his voice, made even more delicious to Lee’s ears by his trace of Italian accent.

 

“Oh my god… Umberto, you’re even bigger than last night. How is this possible? And your outfit. It’s incredible how the buttons stay fastened. Your chest… oh shit… your chest. You… you’re like a bodybuilder from that Second Life video game… but even bigger than that.” Lee’s mouth quickly dried up and he worked hard not to lose the ability to speak.

 

“It’s an Italian shirt, from House of Trione, a clothing company. I also have an account there. The designer, Fortunato, is a friend of mine. He makes clothing exclusively for huge bodybuilders like me. I had him do a little customisation on this one, for our date tonight. I’m too big for any of my other fancy clothes now.” And to show what he meant, Umberto turned around to show Lee the back of the white dress shirt. Lee couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

 

From the front it looked like just an ordinary plain white dress shirt, albeit entirely sleeveless, and stretched to near-bursting point and looking like it was painted over Umberto’s obscenely massive bodybuilt body. But the view from the back was stunning and jaw dropping. The back had been cut away like a tank top, leaving just a thin strip of fabric running down Umberto’s spine, and then fanning out to meet the waistband of his pants. His vast muscle wings looked like they’d burst the shirt apart from behind, but it was simply genius tailoring, considering the collar was completely intact. Quite simply, ninety-nine percent of his back was on show to the world. Fortunato had added three elasticated turquoise ribs to each side of the shirt, keeping the front attached to the tapered central strip at the back. But the ribs ran parallel to his intercostal muscles, slanting downward below his lats. The ribs, whilst vital to keeping the shirt from flying apart, matched the colour of his bow tie, so they also had aesthetic value.

 

Umberto swung back around to face Lee again. He flared his lats to their fullest and made his pectorals balloon to mind-maddening proportions. There were button-flap pockets – like on a pilot shirt – adorning the pectoral areas of the shirt, with two buttons on each flap to hold them closed. Still though, when Umberto flexed his upper pecs, the flexing pushed the flaps of the pockets upwards and into a horizontal position, whereas on a mere mortal a similar shirt would have the pockets sitting flat and vertically against the chest. But Umberto’s muscle bust was bigger than ever, so big, in fact, he could now lick the top of his pecs just by sticking out his tongue when they were fully flexed and pumped.

 

Right there in the street, Umberto pulled a full lat spread, now emphasising the cutaway style of the dress shirt. Buttons still strained at the front, however the removal of much of the back and sides of the shirt – accompanied by the elasticated ribbing –  gave his muscles the necessary room to flex and bulge without causing too much distress to the shirt.

 

“”Huge enough for ya?”

 

Umberto’s turquoise bow tie finished out the ensemble, taking four times as much fabric to get a tie of this type around his massively thick neck. The bottom edges of the bow tie sat atop his upper pectoral contours. There were discernible gaps between the buttons of his shirt through which more of his beautiful Mediterranean skin tone could be seen. 

 

“You could do with putting on a few pounds,” Lee nervously croaked.

 

“Really? You think I could put on a few more pounds? Do you think I even need to put on a few more pounds?” Umberto pretended to look angry, but winked at Lee first, so as not to scare him. He’d had another growth spurt during the night, hence the need to phone Fortunato shortly after waking up. Umberto had tried on shirt after shirt from his wardrobe, only to discover each one tore like tissue paper when he tried to button it across his pectorals. It didn’t take much to persuade Fortunato to come over at short notice in order to work his magic with a needle. 

 

“Um, I was only kidding, Umberto, heh,” Lee nervously fidgeted with the collar of his own shirt by pulling it away from his neck a little.

 

“Heh, fear not, boyfriend. I’m just kidding with you back. I was building my chest for most of the afternoon, when I should have been unpacking all my stuff. What am I like? But I wanted to look as huge as possible for you, my gorgeous, sexy skinny Lee.” And to emphasise his hugeness, Umberto growled and blasted out a double biceps pose. His arms looked bigger than ever, with Fortunato having had to remove the shirt sleeves completely so that Umberto would have enough room to cut his food later without turning them to confetti.

 

“Wait, what’s this I spy hurtling towards us?”

 

It was a young dude zooming down Bridge Street on his electric scooter. He was using the pavement when he should have been using the road.

Umberto decided to have some fun and stepped further out onto the street. He was so wide at the shoulders, and he could flare up wider still, transforming himself into a wall of pure muscle just by flexing into a full lat spread. His upper pecs bulged obscenely, appearing to devour the bow tie and the lower part of his exquisitely handsome face.

 

His muscles bulged, greater than before, as adrenaline and testosterone worked magic on the sheer magnitude of his physique. His double biceps was matched only by his most muscular pose, which he cranked out with monstrous ease. The youth on the scooter couldn’t apply the brakes in time, so astonished was he by the giant muscle man blocking his path.

 

From behind, Lee saw Umberto’s back explode with muscle, making the centre strip of material holding the shirt together seem thread-like. The ribbing on either side of the shirt stretched to three times its length, but held the shirt together, as had been the intention of the best tailor an enormous bodybuilder would ever need.  Umberto let out a roar, willing more size into his muscles, but knowing that any growth wouldn’t be metazenically generated, rather just from the effort of flexing his magnificent muscles.

 

In a flash, a mighty arm shot out to stop both rider and scooter cold, before he could collide with Mount Umberto. Startled, but nonetheless unharmed, the youth quickly jizzed himself to the sight of his captor. The bodybuilder noticed this immediately, and laughed.

 

“Yeh, too right you jizzed yourself. In future use that fucking thing on the road and not the pavement, you thoughtless prick! You could have knocked down my beautiful boyfriend!” Umberto finished by doing alternating arm curls to emphasise the crazy size of his biceps and triceps. 

 

“Yeah, arms bigger than my fucking waist, now. Go home and jerk off to that thought, runt!” And then to Lee:

 

“Sorry about that, dearest. I just hate those fucking e-scooters.”

 

Lee didn’t mind. He wasn’t too keen on them himself. 

 

“You look amazing, Lee. I really love what you’re wearing. And those pants. Wow, even your dress pants have an exposed button-fly. Where’d you buy them?”

 

“I had them specially made from an online tailoring website that allows you to design them with a few clicks of a mouse. I think they look great on me. I think they helped me get hired at Alderson’s, ‘cos my boss really digs them.”

 

Umberto pulled out his phone and took a photo of Lee from the waist down. “Hope you don’t mind. I’m sending this to Fortunato, to make me several pairs, only in my size. I’m only wearing exposed button-fly pants from now on. They make me look sexier, and I know how much you love them along with my bodybuilding muscles. Alas, tonight I’ll have to make do with concealed button-fly on my pants. They still look good, though. And I absolutely adore your suspenders. No way suspenders would last a second against my jutting pectoral juggernauts.”

 

“It’s fine. I don’t mind, Umberto… er… darling. If you want I could go inside with you and expose the fly buttons for you. Then we’ll be a closer match, dress-wise… except for my suspenders.”

 

Umberto considered it, but he wanted to enjoy his walk with Lee to the restaurant. If they left right now they’d just about make the reservation.

“We should really get going, honey. By the way, what do you think of my belt? The buckle is specially made for the god that I am.”

 

Umberto’s belt was of finest brown leather, threaded through the loops of his insanely tight black dress pants with a slightly flared leg. The buckle was pure brass with the word: “HUGE” embossed inside a rectangle.

 

“It’s amazing, Umberto. You are amazing, and everything you’re wearing is amazing on you. The way your friend altered the shirt; it makes you look a lot bigger than you are. Every stitch compliments every one of your glorious contours superbly. I love the ribbing on each side of the shirt, allowing for maximum side exposure and lat spreading, and they match your bow tie perfectly.” Lee struggled to find further words of praise. It was only his second encounter with Umberto, but he was already head over heels in love with him.

 

“Yeah, so true, I guess. But I want to look huge because I am huge, and not because the clothes make me look that way.” He hulked out into a most muscular pose, forcing his biceps to balloon bigger than soccer balls and his forearms resemble veined  Christmas hams. 

 

“I’ll never be huge enough,” Umberto remarked before pulling Lee close in order to plant a kiss on his lips. It was longer than a peck but shorter than what kisses can lead to. Then:

 

“Right, let's get to the restaurant. It’s a grand evening for a stroll.” Umberto closed the door to his apartment and locked it securely. Then he took his boyfriend by the hand and off they went.




 

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