Popular Post OhBro Posted March 14 Popular Post Share Posted March 14 THIS JUST IN… (a short story) Brad squared up the sheets of notes on his desk. He watched the bright set lights get readjusted by the camera crew. The large, bulky cameras had small reactions to the flicking of flips and switches. Small lights blinked, indicating they were ready to begin the afternoon broadcast. “We’re on in 3 minutes.” A voice called out. Brad adjusted his blazer. It was pretty tight on his broad shoulders, but he liked the way it looked on him. His co-hosts: Chris and Will joined him at the table, setting their coffee down. “Hey, how’s it going man.” Will sat comfortably on his chair. He always wore incredibly tight pants that showed off his thick legs and glutes; they were all fit. “So, what’s today's segment?” Chris wore a tight white shirt with a dark blue tie. “Growth shakes. Probably another dud.” Brad chuckled. “Ohhh.. growth shakes, sounds fun.” They all scoffed and laughed it off. They were known to experiment for their weekly segment and throw subtle shots at unusual claims like these. Occasionally debunking the uncredible amidst their usual fitness advice and motivational stories. The news director entered the room and an extremely tall ripped buff man walked beside him. The crew took glances at each other, shocked by the man’s massive physique. “Hey Brad, Chris, Will; this is Tony Hansen. He's your guest for today’s fitness growth story.” “Hello Tony, nice to meet you.” “Hey there.” Tony nodded and smiled, shaking their hands. Tony’s massive hands made the hosts' big egos deflate. They were cordial, but couldn’t help stare at the massive, hard bulges that pushed Tony’s white t-shirt to its limits. His thick pecs bulged outward causing the thin fabric to strain across his wide chest. Written in blue rotund letters: ‘MASS’ plastered tightly against Tony’s peaking pecs. He had a confident grin, a nice square chiseled jaw, and heaping thick traps that sat beside his wide neck. He was a fucking stud. They all sat in silence until it was seconds away from the broadcast. A sign dimly flashed: ‘quiet on set.’ A voice called out “in five”, beginning to silently count down. All the lights in the background dimming and the set lights brightening. Brad took a deep breath The broadcast had begun. “Good afternoon, I’m Brad Hill.” “I’m Will McCoy.” “And I'm Chris Meyers.” “Today we'll be discussing an exciting fitness breakthrough; and, we’ll be putting it to the test. But before we begin, let’s meet the creator of this discovery: Tony Hansen.” Tony sat between Brad and Chris, even sitting he was much taller than they were. He practically had to look down his pecs to make eye contact. “So Tony, can you explain to us and the viewers, what exactly your discovery was?” Chris took a quick glance, noticing the enormous bulge that filled Tony’s jeans.. his legs were spread wide causing his package to push up and forward. Tony explained that the growth serum was cultivated relatively quickly. He called it an “accident that led to massive results.” “Fascinating.” Brad commented “So today we’ll be putting this ‘growth serum’ to the test.” Chris chuckled. “Yes, yes. I’m sure you all will be happy with the results.” Tony said confidently. Even slightly moving his arms Tony’s massive biceps strained his short sleeves. Another extremely buff man stepped on the set placing three plastic cups with a small amount of coffee. “So this is it?” Brad asked curiously, studying the drink. Tony nodded, “mhm.” His deep voice hummed. “How much do you suggest someone should take when starting this regimen?” Will asked curiously. “Approximately once.” Tony chuckled. “It’s instant results.” The hosts stayed silent. Smirks filled their faces. “Instant results?” “Yup.” “Well, I think the people have waited long enough. Let’s give it a try.” Brad sneered “Cheers.” They quickly gulped the small amount of coffee full of the growth serum. It was sweet and pleasant. They all waited. “Welp.” Chris said, breaking the silence. The hosts bursted into laughter and Tony smiled, nodding at their amusement. “I guess we’ll have to wait and see. Thank you Tony… We’ll be right back with our next story: a healthy diet and calisthenics. Right after the break.” The studio began to bustle again. The director waved to Tony to guide him out for the next story. “It was great meeting you.” Tony said heading off set. “Hope you enjoy those results.” Just before stepping down “Ah yeah. We’ll make sure to thank you for all the instant muscle.” Will laughed. Brad and Chris began to boom with laughter as the bulging muscle man and his buff assistant exited the studio. “Where do they find freaks like that?” Chris asked “Well, the guy is pretty jacked himself, so maybe it did work. I don’t know.” Brad suggested Will laughed hard adjusting his blazer. It felt tighter than usual. Their laughter quickly died down as they all began to feel a bit unusual. “It’s a little hot in here.” Will took off his blazer and set it down beneath the desk. “You don’t think..” Chris inferred “Man, it’s nothing. They’ve got those fucking hot lights on. That’s all it is.” Will brushed it off. The commercial break had soon ended, and Brad began his introduction to the next story. He felt a bit off the entire monologue. Brad heard a rip and pop beneath his desk. Hoping the mic didn’t pick it up; he continued the story. His tight blazer felt snugger than before, now squeezing his broad shoulders. It was like he was expanding inside of it. His tight core began to bloat forward into a thick turtle shell of hard abs. He felt a deep pleasured sensation inside him, an urge, like he wanted to just let out a low primal moan and pump a massive load on spot. Brad paused, clearing his throat. Continuing, he noticed his voice was significantly deeper than before. The stress got to him and he cut his story short passing it to Will. What was happening to him? Brad could see Will from the corner of his eye; Will was still silent. “Will?” Chris asked with a concerned tone. Brad looked over and saw Will incrementally filling his tight buttoned shirt, right before their eyes. His pecs slowly began to bulge bigger, and thicker, his broad shoulders expanded wider. The buttons began to pop one by one revealing Will’s thick hairy pecs and sculpted hairy abs. He was swelling hard and big; as his face was filled with a lewd expression. It wasn’t long before Brad and Chris noticed the hulking bulge that pushed Will’s tight pants to the limit. The desk was temporarily hiding it from the viewers. The set was silent, but the broadcast was still live. The camera crew watched with shocked expressions. Trying to keep their composure, the two hosts praised the serum's instant results. “I.. I guess this proves it. Tony’s serum is quite effective.” Brad said with a deep booming voice. “Yeah I think we can learn-“ Suddenly, Will bucked his hips, erupting a massive wad of thick cum in his pants; he roared a deep “FUUUUOOOCK” as dense white ropes of muscle spunk collected at the top of Will's huge throbbing cock head. Plopping and splattering on the floor and table. His tight pants were now soiled and filled with his muscle cum, the table and floor oozing in it. “O-oh.. fuck..” Chris said, the entire set now reeked of potent muscle splooge and now Chris had a raging bulge in his pants too.. Will continued to expand and grow wider, thicker, harder.. letting out low grunts as he ripped out of his shirt and pants.. his massive feet bursting through his shoes. Will stood up tall.. “ooohh.. fuck yeah..” he grinned.. his thick hairy rock hard abs were at eye level with Chris. Will's veiny cock throbbed before him. Before the broadcast caught Will stuffing his monster cock down Chris’s throat the broadcast went on standby. The crew tried to control the situation, but Will continued fucking and Chris kept sucking.. Brad watched with a growing hard on in his pants. The seams of his blazer suddenly ripped; watching the chaos he couldn’t help but grope the enormous bulge in his pants. It felt so fucking GOOD. He watched Will’s hairy ass grind as he stuffed his massive veiny cock down Chris’s throat. His heavy, full balls tightly pressing against his chin. Churning with a BIG load. Chris looked up the monstrous collection of hairy heaps and mounds of muscle.. Will's thick beefy core, arose and fell; framed by his flaring Adonis belt. He looked up at his thick hairy pecs with nice big, hard, brown nipples, Chris’s muscles swelled bigger the more Chris stared. Will watched Chris’s chiseled face swallow down his big pulsating cock, nodding, moaning.. Brad stroked, growing bigger at the show.. the more aroused he became, the bigger he grew. He began to grunt and moan like a beast, encouraging the throat fucking.. “Fuck yeah.. MOOORE..” Brad said, huffing the heavy smell of hot muscle sex and cum. With short bursts of massive growth, his pants began to pop at the seams. Brad's shadow began to loom over Will.. Will paused from pumping Chris’s throat and looked behind him. His eyes widened as Brad stood over them both, grinning. His chiseled beefy body was absolutely giant compared to Will’s. Will's eyes rolled back as his hips bucked.. his massive balls arose pressing tightly against Chris’s chin. His cock unleashed a massive flood of dense thick muscle cum down Chris’s throat filling his stomach full.. his fit body grew big with every swallow. The studio was filled with the sound of the two muscle freaks low moans and the squelching and gulping of hot muscle cum. Brad stood behind Will, spreading his thick muscular legs wide as he stuffed his enormous cock in Will's tight hole; instantly sucking down his pumping muscle boner. “Unghhh.. FUUOOCK..” the crew watched, rubbing their own boners, and rubbing each others. Will continued to pump a plethora of thick spunk down Chris’s gullet.. his whole back and traps swelling bigger, thicker, harder. With one last deep thrust; cum sputtered out, making a tight compact cream pie against Will's thick veiny muscle dick and Chris’s cum full mouth. “Awwww.. yeahhhh..” Will moaned, Brad continued thrusting, pressing his hard 12 pack abs against Will’s back, watching over his massive, wide shoulders. Looking over Will's enormous stacks of dense beefy, hairy, muscle. A dense foggy smell of muscle cum fumed up Wills hard hairy muscle bod, Brad took a deep whiff over Wills shoulders leading to a slow burst of growth.. “Ooooo.. fuck yeahhh…” Brad deeply moaned into Wills ear, rubbing his thick hard brown nipples. “Shit.. that feels fuckin good..” Will boomed The crew now profusely stroking to the muscle freaks, worshiping the gods more, leading to more pleasurable growth. The whole studio now filled with the sound of pleasured masculine moans. A huge resounding cum belch erupted below Will’s rock hard hairy muscle body.. “Fuuuck..” Chris began to rise. Bigger than both of them. He flexed an enormous double bicep ripping out of his shirt.. his blue tie loosening against his thick neck. “FUCK YEAH..!!!” Brad roared, erupting an enormous load into Wills tight hole, stuffing it full of hot thick cum.. They both were hit with gnarly waves of pleasure as they began to swell BIGGER. Chris shoved the two muscle freaks into his hairy musky monster pits, his cock throbbing and bouncing in the air.. Will and Brad sniffed deep, huffing the hot muscle man stink that caused them to grow even THICKER and WIDER. Filling the studio with MASS. Their cocks arose high, as all three writhed in their power; flexing and moaning for MORE. Brad's massive hands guided Will and Chris to both of his huge pecs, their warm mouths began to suck, as hot muscle milk began to fill their mouths. Brad moaned as his muscle milk grew them to colossal sizes. The entire studio is now full of ENORMOUS muscle and cock and the smell of cum and muscle sex. The director entered back into the room with Tony. Witnessing the massive situation the director halted with a shocked expression. But Tony didn’t. Amidst the stroking camera crew, He headed to the control room and connected his phone. He set it down facing the three muscle beasts. Brad, Will, and Chris’s oversized muscles flexed and their cocks throbbed in the frame. The hosts moaned with uncontrollable pleasure, their voices deepening, their muscles slowly swelling even bigger. Tony watched with a grin, a thick hard on rising in his own pants. “Fuck yeah..” he chuckled. He took a seat and opened up a laptop. Tons of chimes began to sound from the laptops speakers. The broadcast continued; but somewhere else. The three muscle gods' moans got louder, leading to a climax, all three of their cocks LURCHED pumping up endless ropes of thick dense, lumpy muscle cum. Flooding the entire studio, huge piles began to form as all the crew got covered in it. The studio went silent for a brief moment before an enormous eruption of hard, horny, masculine muscle men bursted from the building. — THIS JUST IN… 43 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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