Popular Post NewGuy71 Posted October 13, 2022 Popular Post Share Posted October 13, 2022 Where You Belong You smirked as you watched Brandon strut about the stage, proudly flexing his glistening muscles. He'd just been named the winner of this year's Arnold Classic competition. And rightly so. Brandon's body was a work of art, and he knew it. The product of excellent genes and years of hard work and effort. The hunk paraded around the stage in nothing but a tiny gold poser before bowing to the crowd with a grin that stretched from ear to ear. His eyes met yours for but a brief moment, and his smile wavered. But it quickly returned to full force, and he looked away and waved back to the cheering crowd. You laughed inwardly. No matter. He would be yours again soon enough anyway. You turned to leave and head back to your hotel room, well aware of how Brandon's amber eyes tracked you as you left the auditorium. *** You leaned back in your armchair, waiting patiently in your hotel room. It was only a matter of time until he arrived. You knew Brandon wouldn't be able to stay away for too much longer. Your thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door. "Come in," you called, "It's open." The door opened to admit Brandon, now fully dressed, with a reluctant frown on his handsome face. He entered the room, closing and locking the door behind him. He was dressed in a tight green t-shirt that stretched wonderfully over his chest, emphasizing his impressive pec shelf and arms. The shirt clung tightly to his narrow abdomen, showing off every bulge and curve of his abs. A pair of grey gym shorts hung low on his hips, barely concealing the outline of the huge cock hanging between his legs. Brandon dropped his gym bag by the door and walked up to you, fidgeting as he did so. You tilted your head with a grin. "My, my. If it isn't the champion himself. How I've missed you, Brandon." He stared silently at you, his eyes stormy and conflicted. "What's wrong, Brandon? You're acting like you don't want to be here." you said casually. He gritted his teeth. "I... don't." he ground out. You raised an eyebrow. "Oh, is that so?" you asked, "Well then, why don't you just leave?" "You know I can't." Brandon growled, his expression defiant. You laughed and shrugged. "Whatever do you mean? I can't keep you here. You do have about 150 pounds of muscle over me, there's no way I could force you to stay." It was true. Brandon was almost a foot taller than you and more than double your weight. If he really wanted to leave, there would've been nothing you could've done to stop him. But, the bigger man said nothing. He just hung his head low and stared down at the floor. "If you want to go so badly, Brandon," you began softly, "just do it. Go. Leave now." "I... I can't." the bodybuilder finally admitted, his regret plain on his face. You nodded. "Fine. If that's the case, then I'll be the one to go instead." You got up and made to leave the room, but was stopped by a strong grip on your shoulder. You turned to look at the taller man who only whimpered and said, "No. Please..." "Please what?" you prodded with an amused look. "Please... take me back..." he whispered quietly. Brandon turned to gaze at you, desperation in his eyes. You pretended not to understand what he meant. "Take you back? Whatever do you mean, Brandon?" you asked with an innocent grin. "You know what I mean!" he bit out hoarsely, "Put me back where I belong! Reclaim me! Absorb me!" Brandon grabbed onto your shoulders, throwing his pride to the wind. "Please, I'm begging you. Make me a part of you once again!" Your smile widened. Bingo. No matter how much Brandon struggled, no matter how much he tried to resist, you knew he'd never be able to stay away. After you absorbed and merged with him the first time those years ago, he would forever be linked with you, forever drawn back to you no matter how far he tried to run. No matter how many times you granted him his freedom, allowed him to re-form and take back all his size, muscle, and power, everything that was once his, he would always yearn to return and merge back with you. The man was yours, now and forever. "If that's what you want... then strip." you ordered the bodybuilder. Brandon quickly complied, tearing off his tight t-shirt, shorts, and underwear. You did the same, leaving you both naked in front of each other. It was quite the sight. Brandon, with his musclebound 6'4" 260-pound physique stood in stark contrast to your skinny 5'7" 110-pound body. And yet, here he was, this paragon of masculinity, begging to become a part of you again. Who were you to deny such an earnest request? You opened your arms in a welcoming embrace and Brandon leaned down, practically falling into you. His larger body sank in, his flesh quickly merging with yours. The two of you began to fuse together, forming a single writhing mass. Brandon's huge frame enveloped your smaller one, his muscular arms wrapping around your neck and his thick legs winding their way around your torso. You could feel him mentally sigh in relief, like he was finally returning home. You decided to grant the other man's wish and flexed once, drawing all of his impressive bulk inside of you once again. You began to grow as you reclaimed Brandon's power for yourself, all his size, his mass, his strength, his power, his masculinity... The two of you became one again. You shot up in height, your spine creaking as it lengthened. Your chest and back broadened as your shoulders widened, your arms and legs growing longer. You grunted as you swelled with the champion bodybuilder's mass. Pound after pound of muscle packed itself onto your expanding frame. You neck thickened, powerful traps bulging out and rising to meet it. Your shoulders bulked up, rounding with muscle as your back and lats rippled with power. Your biceps and triceps pulsed bigger and bigger, your forearms growing thicker. Your chest jutted out obscenely as it filled with meat. Your core strengthened and hardened, becoming a solid six-pack, then adding another row to make it an even more deeply cut eight-pack. A fine carpet of dark hair spread out across your chest and forearms and down your abdomen and legs, the hair in your armpits and crotch thickening in turn, becoming denser. A deep, rich musk filled the air, wafting from your now hairier body. Your cock swelled in response as Brandon's proud 10-incher merged into your own 4 inches, growing until it reached a monstrous size of 14-inches long and 7-inches around. Your balls ballooned to the size of chicken eggs as Brandon's testicles fused with yours, the sack dropping lower under its new weight. Your legs grew considerably thicker and stronger, your quads filling out and becoming massive trunks of power. Your calf muscles bulged and your feet stretched outward, growing to size-15s. Your ass bulked up and hardened as your glutes became more pronounced. Finally, you felt your facial structure shift as your cute, boyish features mixed with Brandon's more mature, angular ones, becoming a handsome mix of youth and masculinity. You could feel stubble spread itself across your now square jaw. With a growl, you subsumed the last remaining vestiges of the champion bodybuilder's mind. In mere minutes, you had reclaimed Brandon entirely. Every bit of him was now a part of you, as it should be. Now standing at 6'6" and weighing in at a massive 280 pounds, you were the epitome of physical masculinity. Brandon was gone, lost within you forever. A stronger, deeper voice emerged from your mouth. "Fuck yeah!" you growled, low and rumbling, "I missed having you around, Brandon." You smiled wickedly, eager to check out your restored form in a mirror. You turned and headed over to the door which led to the bathroom, pushing it open. You stepped inside and placed your now larger hands on the bathroom counter, leaning against it. You gazed at your reflection, eyeing your swole, godly physique. All the muscular perfection that Brandon had enjoyed now belonged to you once again. You could feel every inch of your body brimming with his-no, your masculine power. You flexed one of your newly reacquired biceps, admiring its size and shape. You squeezed it with one hand, grinning at the power you felt in the hard muscle. You couldn't even wrap your hand halfway around it! You switched over to your other arm, inspecting your massive forearm, watching the muscle fibers move and shift as you tensed and flexed it. You glanced down over your hairy, bulging pectorals, and then to your rippling eight-pack. Your cock was rock-hard, twitching eagerly in anticipation. You looked back into the mirror, licking your lips. "Hm, time for some fun, I think," you announced. You flexed in front of the bathroom mirror, using Brandon's memories to match the same poses the bodybuilder had performed earlier on stage. You curled your powerful arms, watching the veins pulse with your movements. You pushed out your huge muscle tits and ran a hand over the deep grooves of your chiseled abs and obliques. You turned around to check out your wide shoulders and lats and your muscular back. You even took a moment to admire your bulky thighs and calves. You could feel your body reacting to your movements, pumping up to match and even surpass the size and strength of the champion bodybuilder. "So fuckin' big!" you growled as you posed, "So fucking strong!" You admired your incredible physique for a few moments longer before lifting an arm and burying your nose in the dense forest of your hairy armpit, taking a good, long whiff of your potent musk. You groaned as the smell went straight to your dick. "Mmm..." you moaned as you fondled your thick cock, "Smells like a real man!" You stood there in the bathroom, huffing at your own musky pit and jerking off your massive 14-inch horse cock. The thought of having claimed Brandon once again filled you with a curling heat. All his power... his strength... his masculinity... it was all yours... forever. You came with a roar, shooting rope after rope of thick, hot cum onto the bathroom mirror. You moaned in pleasure as you watched the mess splatter across your reflection. You sighed and grinned at your handsome reflection in the cum-coated mirror, patting your abdomen with one hand. "Welcome home, Brandon. You're finally back where you belong." 41 1 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ro20316 Posted October 13, 2022 Share Posted October 13, 2022 This is an interesting take. There seems to be something a la Jekyl and Hide. I would love to read more 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
MadMutter Posted October 14, 2022 Share Posted October 14, 2022 Huge fan of this concept! My mind is running wild with kinky ways to "expand" on that base. Thanks for sharing your story! 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
NewGuy71 Posted October 14, 2022 Author Share Posted October 14, 2022 5 hours ago, MadMutter said: Huge fan of this concept! My mind is running wild with kinky ways to "expand" on that base. Thanks for sharing your story! Glad you enjoyed it! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
neverbigenoughmuscle Posted October 15, 2022 Share Posted October 15, 2022 Fuck that’s hot!!! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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