Azrael (Chapter 5 added 9/23/22)

[rugbythighs]

Hey all, long time lurker first time writer. Hoping to start creating content here semi-regularly. I know this isn't a new story concept, but it's one I've always loved. The story is going to be divided between three characters' points of view, starting with Will. I hope you enjoy! If you're interested in where my profile pic comes from, follow @rugby_thighs on IG. All feedback is welcome. I know it's probably premature, but if you like my writing feel free to donate to my CashApp: $rugbythighs. The more donations I get there, the less I have to Uber  in the evenings, and the more time I can spend writing stories  

 

Chapter 1: Will

 

Will had gotten a few notable things from his Grandpa Ted: a college fund, the middle name “Epaphras,” and a prodigious endowment.

The college fund was the result of Grandpa Ted’s impressive wealth. Originally a professor of history, Grandpa Ted’s good looks and intellect had carried him into a fairly lucrative television career: first as an American History expert on various talk shows, and later as the lead of his own show, America Revealed. Though he never broke into the echelon of a true A-lister, Grandpa Ted had a fairly devoted following of elderly Americans who’d tuned in every week to learn about anything from New World pirates to the history of America’s national park system.  

The name “Epaphras” was not one Will shared with his grandpa. Grandpa Ted’s focus as an academic had been Puritan America, and he’d told Will’s parents that the name was a favorite of his hoping they would indulge him by bestowing it upon their son as a middle name? Will’s parents, hoping to avoid burdening their son with such an unfortunate name, had initially refused, only for Grandpa Ted to grow more and more demanding until, finally, they agreed. “William Epaphras Jones” wasn’t the worst name, but Will couldn’t imagine imposing such an odd name on anyone. 

Finally, the endowment: it was no secret that Grandpa Ted was hung. In the army, his nickname had been “Dick.” When Will had gotten the sex talk from his father, there had been a long discussion of how important it was for Jones men to take it slow with women. Of course, by that time Will already knew he was gay, and he already knew he was big: middle school swim team had taught him that. And, after stories from his cousins and rumors about his grandpa circulating online, it didn’t take long to figure out that Grandpa Ted had passed on his horse-like proportions to his progeny.

And now Grandpa Ted was dead. 

The funeral was more ornate than Will was used to, with various minor celebrities showing up, and a small crowd of devoted boomers trying to sneak their way in. The graveside service had been more intimate, with just friends and close family. And now Will was at his aunt’s house for a family dinner. By now he was exhausted, having spent the entire day mingling with family and hearing stories of Grandpa Ted. After ending a conversation with his long-winded cousin, he excused himself to the upstairs bathroom. He’d selected it because it was the most isolated in the home, although after closing the door behind him he could still hear murmurs coming from downstairs, punctuated with a few screams from his younger cousins.

Will stepped to the toilet and pulled his cock out of his jeans and started unloading his bladder with a solid stream. Flaccid, his cock hung to his mid-thigh. Erect, it towered ten inches from his body. Will had not inherited his grandfather’s good looks or stature, but this had served him quite well. Through college he’d had a similar reputation to his grandfather’s, albeit among the few gay and bisexual men at his college.

“It really is a sight to behold,” a voice said behind him.

Shocked, Will spun around, piss still pouring from his floppy cock. He sprayed the back of the toilet at part of the vanity as he turned to see a perfect stranger in an immaculate suit standing in his Aunt’s bathroom.

“Who the fuck are you?” Will shouted, stuffing his dripping dick clumsily into his shorts.

“Oh,” the man said, pointing at a drop of urine on his shoe. “You’ve pissed on me.” He raised his right hand and snapped his fingers, and the urine on his shoe disappeared, along with the spray on the vanity and toilet. Will’s cock even felt dry in his previously dampened pants.

“What the…” Will murmured. The man was tall--likely 6’2 to Will’s 5’10. He looked sickly.

“My name is Azrael,” the man said. “I was a close friend of your father’s.”

“Why the hell are you in my bathroom?” Something felt ominous about this, and Will’s slight frame wasn’t built to defend itself.

“I’m here to offer you a deal of sorts. I have certain gifts, you see, I think might interest you. I’d like to offer you a sort of deal?”

“What the hell?”

“I’ve peered into your soul, Will,” Azrael continued. “I know what you most desire in the world. And though you are so pleased with your gigantic member, I know that there’s something else you truly desire.”

Will knew he should feel more uncomfortable, but he felt something intriguing in the stranger’s voice. 

“What’s that?” he asked.

“Muscle.”

Will felt his face turn slightly red. It was true; his porn history would corroborate it. He’s spent hours upon hours not only jacking off to the most muscular bodies the internet could deliver to him, but had spent the majority of his life wishing he had the ethic to get to the gym and become one himself.

“And how are you supposed to help with that?” Will said.

The man smiled sinisterly, and snapped his right hand again. Suddenly, Will was naked. He felt the faint breeze coming from the bathroom’s cooling vent, and a wave of goosebumps spread down his back. Only, it wasn’t his back. He looked in the vanity, and there was Will, his face, his cock. But they were attached to a herculean frame. His pecs were larger than his head, his traps bulged towards his ears, lats pushing out his heavy, muscled arms. Two pairs of legs strained for room behind his enormous package. He could feel his prodigious ass pressing up against the wall behind him.

“Holy shit,” Will said. And just as he was about to raise a hand to feel his newly muscled body, Azrael snapped his fingers again. Will was once again clothed, in his tiny, 110 pound frame.

“Did you like that?” Azrael asked. He had a hungry smile.

“You can make that happen?” Will said.

“Of course. It would be my pleasure. There is only one catch.”

Will eyed the man carefully. He still wasn’t sure if he was dreaming.

“For every inch of your cock you give me,” Azrael continued.  “I’ll give you fifteen pounds of muscle.”

Will laughed. “Sure you will,” he said.

“Don’t doubt me,” Azrael said, a slight edge in his voice. “You saw yourself in the mirror a minute ago.”

Will was silent. The surreality of what was happened had started to pour over him.

“I’ll make you a god,” Azrael continued. “Give me half an inch, what have you got to lose?”

Will chuckled. “Sure, take a half inch.”

Azrael’s face lit up. “It’s yours.”

Will felt an orgasmic wave run through every muscle of his body, staring in his calves and traveling all the way up to his traps. It lasted a mere moment, but it nearly knocked him to the ground.

When he gathered himself, he looked up at Azrael, who was still standing in front of the bathroom door. However, instead of the sickly man he had seemed before, he looked younger, more full of life. Will had not realized how beautiful the man before him was, what a deep shade of green his eyes were. 

“If you ever want to give me more,” Azrael said, “Just speak my name aloud. I can craft you into a god on earth.”

And with that, he was gone.

Will blinked a few times. With the man gone, he doubted that what had happened could have been more than a daydream. And he still had to pee. 

He pulled his dick out, and couldn’t help but notice it looked slightly smaller. Digital scale lay beside the shower. Will gingerly stepped on it.

It read 117.5 pounds.

[NeedMore123]

Wondering if he can bargain for more than 15lbs per inch?

[Hialmar]

Ominous. 

Azrael, Azazel and Azael are three quite distinct characters in Abrahamic lore, but whenever any of them show up, the story will probably be unsettling.

Edited September 18, 2022 by Hialmar
Abrahamic lore

[SkyrimPlay3r]

2 hours ago, NeedMore123 said:

Wondering if he can bargain for more than 15lbs per inch?

15lbs per inch would be 150 lbs max, putting Will at a max size of 260 and no dick.  Something in size similar to guys like Eric Janicki or Jarett Barker, so I guess it's just how realistic/extreme OP wants to get. 

Personally, I wouldn't mind seeing Will get taller as well.

[Wild]

On 9/16/2022 at 1:12 PM, NeedMore123 said:

Wondering if he can bargain for more than 15lbs per inch?

You know, the Devil offering even more for each half inch does make the story go further, and let Will get massive.

[rugbythighs]

I appreciate the feedback so far! Trust me, things will get a lot freakier for Will soon enough. For now, this next chapter introduces you to Matt. Hope you enjoy!

 

Chapter 2: Matt

There is a stereotype that bodybuilders have small penises. This stereotype, like most, is not based in fact. In Matt’s case, however, it was embarrassingly true.

Matt had taken to bodybuilding from a young age. Blessed with godly genetics, he’d already had the build of an ametuer bodybuilder by the time he graduated highschool. With training, diet, and a degree of supplementation, he was able to win his first local show at the ripe age of twenty-two. As the sponsorships started pouring in, Matt’s training reached an elite level, and he was able to get his pro card by twenty-three. An established bodybuilder with a considerable instagram following, at 28 he was on track to become Mr. Olympia. He was particularly known for his chest and legs, which thanks to his genetics grew with enviable ease.

His cock, however, was miniscule.

If Matt were--say--an accountant, this would be less of a problem. Accountants don’t strip down to posing trunks and flex in front of crowds of people. Accountants don’t have to get naked for a spray tan in a room full of people.

It didn’t help that Matt was colossal everywhere else. At 6’4 and 275 pounds, the disparity between his body and his dick were significant. He was barely over three inches when hard. If he were an accountant, this would only be a problem in the bedroom. As a bodybuilder, he felt like he was showing off his inferiority to the entire world. He hated being inferior.

One two occasions, once with a man, and the other with a woman, his partner had asked “Are you in?” after Matt had fed his dick in down to the hilt. On Google, the search “big muscle small cock” brought up a slew of images of Matt in his tiny posers. In the pump room before his last show, a fellow superheavyweight, Jackson Cheung, had looked over at his cock while Matt was getting his spray tan.

“Can’t win them all, huh?” Jackson had said, as his attendant sprayed his glutes. His flaccid cock was nearly twice the size of Matt’s erection, not that that was saying much. Matt had nearly punched him.

With a nationals show coming up in a month, Matt was considering stuffing his posers. He made a decent living as an elite bodybuilder, and so he had considered surgery. Based on what he’d read, however, enlargement typically only helped with girth. And nothing sounded worse than having a cock that was as wide around as it was long.

After a particularly grueling workout one evening at the local hardcore bodybuilding gym, Matt found himself naked in the lockerroom staring at his penis in the mirror. It was a weekend night, and so there was no risk of someone walking in.

His recent lift had given him an impressive pump, and every muscle wore its striations on full display. His mammoth arms hung heavy at his sides, his shoulders wider than a door frame. His legs were as wide as a lesser man’s waist, his pecs so heavy that his nipples pointed straight down. He bounced both of them, watching the two slabs of enormous tit heave, striate, and drop over and over again. He loved being huge, so much so that admiring himself encouraged his cock to wake up.

It bobbed pathetically in front of him, his single, meaty hand completely enveloping it with ease as he started to stroke to himself flexing in the mirror.

“Pity,” a voice said behind him.

Matt whipped around, hand covering his crotch (Which, thankfully, was easy.) Standing in the locker room was a man in an impeccably tailored suit. He was devastatingly handsome, even though Matt’s bisexuality was typically more interested in other, muscular men. 

“Get out of here,” Matt growled. “What do you think you’re doing?” The man didn’t flinch.

“My name is Azrael, and I have a proposition for you.”

“Not interested,” Matt said, and went to grab a nearby towel.

“Oh, I think you will be,” the man said, and snapped his fingers.

Suddenly, the penis beneath Matt’s hand was too big to hide. It pushed out, still erect, inch after inch while Matt watched in awe, frozen with towel in hand. It looked like it must have been eight inches when it finally stopped.

“See, doesn’t that match your body a little more?” the man said.

“What the hell?” Matt looked at the throbbing behemoth on awe.

“Do you like it?”

Matt watched a glob of precum ooze out of his cock. He didn’t say anything, but yes. He fucking loved it. His balls had gotten bigger too, and he imagined these genitals would fill out a pair of posing trunks nicely.

The fingers snapped again, and his cock was its lowly three inches again.

“I’ll make you a deal, Matt.”

The bodybuilder turned to the man. “Yeah, what’s that?”

“For every ten pounds of muscle you give me, I’ll give you an inch on that cock.”

If Matt hadn’t just seen his own cock explode into a thick 8 inches, he wouldn’t have believed it.

“Is this for real?” Matt looked around. He was sure he was dreaming.

“Very much so,” the man said. You’ve got enough muscle to spare. Why not try it?”

Matt shrugged. It was so surreal, he said the following words without realizing it: ”Take ten pounds.”

And suddenly, an orgasmic wave washed over Matt. He felt his muscles shrink slightly, and felt his erection lengthen in what was perhaps the most pleasurable sensation he had ever experienced. 

Going from 275 lbs to 265 pounds was not insignificant, but with so much muscle it wasn’t obvious. Matt glanced at the mirror, where his new four inch penis pointed straight out.

“There. Now you’re almost average,” the man said. “If you ever want to give me more of those muscles, just speak my name out loud.” And suddenly he was gone before Matt could respond.

He looked down at his cock, throbbing eagerly with its new size. Without even touching it, he spewed rope after rope of cum all over the floor.

 

[rugbythighs]

All right folks, this is the last of three main characters. From here, the real fun will start

Chapter 3: Quinton

 

It was another disappointing night at the club, and Quinton had to pee. Eight drinks in, and he hadn’t gotten as much as a sideways glance from any of the women around. He stumbled to the bathroom and made his way to a urinal.

Quinton used to be hot shit. In early high school he got his growth before anyone, and it was looking like he’d be the next star athlete of the school. But, just before eleventh grade, his growth stopped. Instead of getting taller and more muscular, like his teammates on the basketball team, Quinton stayed stubbornly 5’8, with a degree of fluff filling out his torso. His dick, which had made its way from 4 inches to 5 in his sophomore year, stopped short. Unable to compete with his classmates on the basketball court, he soon gave up exercise all together, and through college remained unremarkable, average, and unmemorable. Now 25, and freshly out of graduate school, Quinton wondered whether he might ever be the sort of guy who goes to a bar and leaves with someone.

Unzipping his fly, he removed his unremarkable penis and began to piss. As the pressure in his bladder eased, Quinton heard a man walk into the bathroom and take the urinal next to him. The man was tall, at least 6’2, and out of the corner of his eye, Quinton could see he wore considerable muscle beneath his well-fitted button up. The partition between the urinals wasn’t very tall, and Quinton wondered if the man could see him peeing from his height.

“That’s a tiny dick,” the man said. Quinton was taken aback, and his pee stream stopped.

“Fuck you man,” Quinton said. “What the hell are you doing looking at my dick?” He looked up at the man and was immediately taken aback by how handsome he was. Deep brown hair, green eyes, and bulging muscles all over his body. Still, Quinton was pissed.

The man shrugged. “This divider is as short as your dick,” he said, not turning away from his pee stream. His voice was smooth and deep. It sent a strange shiver up Quinton’s spine. Even so, he could feel his face getting hot, though he knew better than to attempt a physical altercation with such an imposing specimen.

“Whatever,” he mumbled, and zipped up his pants. As he turned to walk toward the sink, the man stepped in front of him. His dick was hanging out of the front of his pants.

“Fuck man, what’s wrong with you?” Quinton said. Instead of threatening, however, Quinton’s voice was a little shaky. Part of this was because the man appeared to outweigh him a considerable amount. But the other part that made him freeze was the fact that there in front of him, fully exposed and unapologetic, was easily one of the largest cocks he had ever seen. It was flaccid, a few drops of piss still dripping from its fat head. It looked to be at least 7 inches soft, and insanely thick.

“And I’m a grower, too,” the man said, and winked. His smirk was a combination of cocky and sexy.

“You gay or something?” Quinton said. “You can keep that shit to yourself.”

The man laughed, then pointed down at Quinton’s crotch.

“Maybe I am, but if I look close enough I think you’ve got a boner. Hard to tell with something that small.”

Quinton glanced down at his crotch. It was true, he had a raging hard-on. A spot of precum had appeared in the front of his shorts. How was that possible?

“I’ll tell you what,” the man said, dick still dropping in front of him. “I’ll give you a body like mine,” he flexed his bicep, “a cock like mine,” he reached down and wiggled his prodigious endowment, “ and face like mine,” he winked, “If you do one thing for me.”

“Is this a sales pitch for some training shit?” Quinton said. 

The man laughed. 

“No, no. It’s more like this.”

Suddenly Quinton felt his balls swell with one of the most pleasurable sensations he had ever felt. All at once, he felt energized, as if a previously unknown confidence had blossomed within him. He closed his eyes for a moment, the pleasure overwhelming him, and when he opened them he was standing in front of the bathroom mirror completely naked. Although, he looked entirely different: yes, that was his face, but it was different, more handsome, more angular. His hair was perfectly cut, a slight stubble spread across his etched jawline. Below his neck, two beefy traps, and a thick bull neck held his head high. Beyond them, two wide, heavy picks, eight perfectly defined abs, two massive arms and--best of all--a dick that would make a whale jealous. It was fully erect and must have been 9 inches at least. To top it all off, he was even taller than the stanger--at least 6’4.

“What…what is this?” Quinton asked, in a voice that sounded deeper and fuller than before.

“It’s what I’ll give you, on one condition.”

Quinton just stared. He couldn’t believe this was real. He reached down to touch his giant member. It was real. And it felt incredible, the sensation of his throbbing dick in his hand, the tense and release of his gargantuan muscles as they began to stroke his enviable member. But before he could enjoy the moment for too long, he was suddenly back in his old body, standing by the urinal in front of the tall, muscular man, dick hanging out, just as before. 

“How did you…”

“One condition,” the man repeated.

“What is that?”

The man smiled deviously. “You suck my dick.”

Quinton laughed. “Yeah right.”

The man’s dick had started to harden. It already threatened to dwarf the nine inches Quinton had just been enjoying.

“I won’t pressure you. It will only work if you want it,” the man said. “My name is Azrael. If you ever change your mind, think of my name and I’ll find you.” 

And with that, the man was gone.

[Ro20316]

Mmmm a great couple of chapters and im full of questions.

Why Azrael interacted that way with Quintom? He didnt asked the others to suck him of and i wondee if that form is what he has gotten from the other two?.

[rugbythighs]

Chapter 4: Will

Six months had passed since his meeting with Azrael, and Will had grown. In the mornings, he would wake and stand in front of his mirror, completely naked, his impressive cock hanging before a pair of thickened legs. The hint of six abs, toned arms, and growing chest would awaken his member, until it reached its impressive length, bobbing up and down in front of Will’s growing body. 

This was all Will. He had not sacrificed any more inches from his cock. Instead, the mere 7.5 pounds he’d received from Azrael had been a sort of jumpstart. Though barely perceptible from looking at him, the feeling of new muscle on his frame was intoxicating. Will had signed up for a gym membership the week after his encounter with the stranger. From there, he had gone from 117.5 lbs, to 170lbs all on his own. The hunger for growth was sometimes all he could think about.

There had been moments in the week after his trade that he had wondered if it had happened at all. But when he assessed his penis, he knew that he knew it wasn’t just a dream. His whole life he’d had a double digit member. And though he still had a cock that would put most men to shame, it was now a decided 9 and a half inches. An interesting phenomenon had accompanied this change, and one that took Will some time to notice: it seemed that to the rest of the world, Will had always been 9.5 inches. A guy he used to hook up with in college—Greg—had come through town a few weeks after Will’s bargain. He’d sent him a text message:

 

Hey stud. I’m gonna be in town next Thursday. Any chance you got time to give me all 9.5 inches you’re packing?

 

Greg knew Will was ten inches. He’d gotten off on measuring it once after they’d hooked up Sophomore year. The fact that he now remembered it as 9.5 inches couldn’t be coincidence. Will had reviewed some of his old text exchanges on Grindr, too. Anytime he found conversations where the question of size came up, Will’s responses read “9.5” instead of “10.”

Part of him was relieved, as this prevented him from hanging to explain why his cock was smaller. On the other hand, the Will was somewhat frightened by how boundless Azrael’s power seemed to be.

He put this fear out of his mind most days, focusing instead on his pursuits at the gym. He had decided he would do whatever it took to become one of the monstrous bodybuilders he had spent his entire life masturbating to.

170lbs was far from IFBB size, but Will still loved it. He couldn’t wait to be 200 lbs, and that dream seemed more achievable than ever.

One Sunday evening, after a particularly grueling chest workout, Will returned to the locker room to rinse off. He had a decent pump, and striations flickered in his chest as he pulled his shirt off and grabbed a towel.

Will had a shower at home; he came to the locker room not to rinse off but for a new post-gym ritual. First, he’d strip down discretely, wrapping a towel around his waist. Then, he’d head to the sauna and wait. This particular evening, two muscled men Will had seen earlier doing squats sat sweating in the sauna. This was already off to a good start.

“Hey,” Will said, giving the two men a nod. One had a beautifully thick beard, while the other was blonde. Both held heavy muscles on their frames, though they had certainly prioritized leanness over size. Still, they were impressive specimens.

“Evening,” the bearded one said. 

“You guys were moving some seriously impressive weight out there,” Will continued. Sitting across from them, towel still around his waist.

“Thanks,” the blonde one said. He said it in a clipped sort of way, obviously not looking to chat. 

“You’ll have to show me how to lift like that sometime.”

“Maybe you can hire a trainer” the blonde said. His bearded friend nudged him disapprovingly, then said “Nah man, you don’t need us. You look like you know what you’re doing.”

“Thanks man,” Will said. He always acted like a straight guy in these situations, for obvious reasons. “Only got into lifting about six months ago, but I’m loving it. Hoping to get to your guys’ level someday soon.”

The blonde snorted. “Small guys always think it’s that easy.”

“Bro.” Beards said. 

“I’m serious. This body took over a decade to build,” the blonde continued. He lifted his right arm and flexed it. “You think you’re  just gonna wake up one day and decide to be huge?”

A fair amount of sweat had accumulated on Will’s forehead. This is the part he came for. Maybe it was creepy, but Blondie had asked for it. Will removed his towel and wiped his forehead nonchalantly, revealing his huge, flaccid member to both men.

“You’re right,” Will said. ”I have no idea what it’s like to be huge.” He looked up and saw both of them, eyes wide in shock, looking straight at his cock. He glanced down at it, and agreed with their looks: he was something to behold. He looked up again, feigning innocence “What?” 

Only, the two faces didn’t react. They remained frozen and motionless, their gazes still planted with shock. They weren’t blinking, or breathing.

“Honestly,” a familiar voice said, “I didn’t think you had it in you.”

Will turned to see that a fourth person had joined them in the sauna. It was the same man Will had met in his Aunt’s upstairs bathroom, only he looked different. He’s gone from an emaciated, sickly looking man to a sex god. Wrapped in only a towel, his remarkable body was on full display: a pair of heavy pecs, so large and round Will could have buried his face between them and suffocated. He had beautiful arms, easily over 22 inches, bricks of abs, lats flaring out from behind, traps enveloping his neck... Will felt himself getting hard.

“I’ve seen inside your mind, Will, and I know all you’ve ever wanted was freakish muscle. Well, either to have it or be fucked by it. But even then, I never thought you’d be able to put in the actual work for it. Bravo.”

Will was still transfixed by Azrael’s impressive body. He also noticed an impressive bulge beneath his towel.

“But I just want to remind you that you’ll never get as big as you want by yourself. You aren’t really satisfied with 170lbs, are you? You don’t even want to be the size of these idiots,” Azrael waved a hand dismissively in the direction of beardy and blondie. 

“You want to be a god.”

Will felt a glob of precum fall out of his throbbing cock. It was true.

“So tell you what, let’s change the rules of the game. I’ll give you 80lbs for two inches of cock. How does that sound? 7.5 inches is still above average, you know. But this is a one time offer.”

Will did the math automatically. 250lbs. He’d dwarf the two men in front of him.

“Fuck.” He murmured. He wanted it, he couldn’t lie. More precum oozed out of his cock.

“You’ll make me look like a shriveled boy in comparison,” Azrael added. ”I doubt even these two morons could resist you.”

“Take it,” Will said, without fully thinking. 

Azrael smiled, and took a deep breath. It looked almost as though he were drinking something, as if he were being satiated somehow. 

“As you like,” Azrael said, and snapped his fingers.

Will barely noticed his cock shrinking. Instead, the first sensation he registered was his ass expanding. Each globe of muscle pushed against the wood of the sauna, then against each other, as they strained for room. Will was grateful he was already naked, as the contraint of pants or underwear would have been doubtlessly painful. Then, he felt his quads, competing for space. He quickly had to move his cock and balls from between them to prevent them from getting crushed. He calves likewise billowed, creating two bowling balls of hard sinew. His traps swelled, squeezing against his neck, pushing his deltoids out as they grew larger and larger, outdone in size only by his pecs. Each muscle swelled, obscuring his view of his abs, straining and involuntarily bouncing as they grew and grew and grew. His lats pressed sideways, raising his newly heavy arms. His side of the sauna was now crowded with his muscle and size. His cock was still rock hard.

Before he could fully admire his new body, he heard Blondie speak:

“Damn, all that muscle and he’s packing too.”

Beardy laughed, “Haven’t had a circle jerk since college lacrosse team. But I think I know where this is headed.”

Will glanced over to where Azrael had been, but the man was gone. He looked over his new muscles once more, then looked up at the men. He could feel a newfound confidence pouring through him like testosterone.

“On your knees, little man,” Will said to Blondie. The blonde hunk knelt in front of Will, preparing to suck his cock. 

“No, no. Other way around,” Will commanded. “Ass up.” Blondie looked at him wide-eyed, but there was no mistaking the look of lust in his eyes. He turned around, ass pointing up. Will stood, and spat on his hand, then used it lubricate his cock. He ignored how much smaller it felt in his hand. Beardy had already removed his towel and started stroking his cock. It looked to be a respectable 6 inches, though considerably thinner than Will’s.

“You, I want you eating my ass. I want to feel that beard on my massive glutes. Understood?”

“Yessir,” Beardy said, and knelt behind Will. 

Will moaned in a deep baritone as he slid his cock into Blondie’s ass. It was a strange sensation, to get to the hilt so quickly. With two and a half inches shaved from his dick, he also noticed how much easier it was for his bottom to take the whole thing. Blondie was loosened up in no time, while Beardy began tongueing Will’s asshole.

“Fuck,” Will said, “You guys know how to service a muscle god.” He increased his tempo, fucking Blondie like a piston. Blondie moaned in pleasure. “Yes, sir. Just like that. Fuck me, fuck me.”

Will obliged, pounding his ass harder and harder. Eventually the pace was too fast for Beardy to continue eating Will’s hole, so he removed his bearded face from Will’s ass. He stood and reached around Will’s colossal frame and started playing with his nipples.

“Fuuuuuck” Will moaned, his nipples sending waves of pleasure through his body. He loved the way it felt for his heavy pecs to be caressed and held. Loved how much bigger, how much more powerful he was than these two miniscule men, men who had just moments earlier been so much larger than he. He heard Blondie moan in ecstasy, and felt his prostate spasm. He’d cum hands free, leaving a respectable puddle of cum on the ground before him.

Will thought of releasing his own powerful cumshot inside the lesser man, but he felt hungry for something else, and it surprised him. He pulled out of Blondie and turned to Beardy. 

“Fuck me.”

Beardy’s eyes widened. “Yes, sir.”

“And you,” Will said to Blondie. “You suck my cock.”

Blondie laid down on the floor, head pointing to Will. The newly-formed heavyweight fed his cock down Blondie’s throat, who took it effortlessly. Beardy then fed his cock into Will’s hole. It was an impressive feat, considering how big each glute was, but Beardy’s cock hit Will’s prostate just right. Beardy grabbed onto Will’s traps, each hand grasping a fraction of their mass, and began to thrust.

Will couldn’t believe how good it felt. He felt each muscle twitch and strain as he facefucked Blondie, felt the admiration of Beardy’s hands as he felt every ripple of his imposing back. His prostate shuddered with pleasure, and Will couldn’t help but think “I need to grow even bigger.”

That alone set him off. He tightened his hole just as Beardy began to gush cum. His own orgasm started so powerfully he couldn’t help but press his cock deep into Blondie’s throat. Then, realizing he might suffocate the man, managed to pull out just as rope after rope of cum poured out of his cock and onto Blondie’s face.

“Fuck,” he moaned. “Fuck.” He coated the blonde in cum, easily the largest cumshot of his life.

When Will’s orgasm finally subsided, all three men were left panting, Blondie on his back and Beardy behind Will with his hands on his hips.

“I’m not even gay,” Blondie murmured, cum dripping of his face and chest. “He’s the bisexual one,” he said, nodding towards Beardy.

“I have that effect on people, “ Will said. “When you got muscle and cock like this, it’s hard to resist.”

Blondie chuckled, then grabbed a towel to wipe off his face.

“We’re definitely doing this again,” Beardy said. “I need to explore every inch of that body.”

Will smirked, “I’m here most nights.”

But just imagine, Will heard in his mind. Imagine how big I could grow you, if you’re willing to give up that cock of yours…

And Will worried for a moment how small he might become in the pursuit of getting huge.

[Ro20316]

Will has found something of a loophole. He grows muscle fast and has an incredible genetica maybe with this newfpund mass and strenght it will be easier to get bigger and Azrael will come was again offering another deal.