ibron888 Posted April 26, 2023 Share Posted April 26, 2023 So hot!!! Can’t wait to see where this goes! 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Popular Post bbmikenj Posted April 28, 2023 Author Popular Post Share Posted April 28, 2023 It was 2 o’clock in the morning, and Fred was finishing an hour of flexing in his mirrored posing room. He hadn’t been able to sleep. Earlier that day, he’d received the results of blood tests and medical scans he’d had done that week. Apparently, he had a series of tiny, unusual growths on his pituitary gland, which the doctors said, although they’d never seen anything quite like it, might explain his unprecedented muscle growth and off the chart hormone levels. They recommended starting chemo and radiation treatments immediately, and eventually surgery. He would slowly lose all his new growth. Fred looked at himself in the mirrors. Currently holding 469lbs of hard mass, his dick throbbed at his own reflection. An ‘aberration’ is what one of the doctors had called him. Fred smiled. He liked being an aberration. He wanted to be more of one, aching in his bones to pass the 500 pound mark, while staying at 2 percent body fat. He flexed his 30” arm and admired the deep split that ran up and across his peak. He strummed the deep ridges of his eight bread loaf sized abs. He heaved out his pecs and made hundreds of striations dance, tight as harp strings, up and down his huge slabs. He had trained himself to have complete muscle control. He had watched so many YouTube videos of pro bodybuilders’ posing routines, he knew every move, and now he made the pros look like punks. Little, puny punks. Sweat dripped off his nips, his nose, his chin, and poured from his pits, down his enormous lats, as he flexed harder and harder. His massive, naked body glistened under the hot bright lights he’d installed in the former bedroom, highlighting every crevice and mound of muscle. No way was he going to compromise all his hard work with chemo treatments. He flexed his 44” quads. Oh yeah, the fucking tumors were staying! Triggering higher and higher levels of hormones. Feeding his growth. Seventy-five years old, and growing like an adolescent rhino. How many years did he have left anyway. Might as well go out as a beast, pushing the limits of hyper masculinity. And size. His stomach suddenly rumbled with hunger. It had been two hours since his last mass builder shake. He stopped himself from spewing his voluminous spunk all over the posing mirrors, and went down to the kitchen. Just as he got to the refrigerator, he heard a noise coming from his living room. He went over and stuck his head into the hallway. He heard it again. He made his way to the living room just in time to see a figure climbing in through an open window. Fred stayed in the shadow of the hallway while the burglar oriented himself to the darkness of the room. He groped his way around for about a minute before Fred said, “Can I help you with something?” Fred’s vocal cords had thickened up along with everything else on him, and his voice was a good two octaves lower than a normal man’s. The burglar jumped backwards into the wall behind him, dropping the big screwdriver he’d used to jimmy the window open. As he leaned over to pick it up, Fred stepped into the room and clicked on a light. The burglar took one look at the sweaty, naked, muscle behemoth and dove for the open window. He was halfway out when Fred grabbed him by an ankle and yanked him roughly back in. The burglar fell to the floor, and held his screwdriver toward Fred with two shaky hands. Fred grabbed the screwdriver from him and twisted the metal into a pig tail curlicue with two of his muscular fingers. Then he tossed it out the window. “Don’t hurt me,” the guy begged. Fred loomed over him. “I’m not gonna hurt you, I’m gonna kill you. You picked the wrong house to rob, Sonny boy.” “I thought some old guy lived here.” Fred felt a darkness rising up from deep inside. A raging swarm of anger like he’d never felt. “Some old guy does live here. One that can do this,”Fred said. He put his left hand around the burglar’s neck and hauled him to his feet, then lifted him off the ground and shook him hard. His body flopped about like a scarecrow. “Goddam boy, I could crush your neck like a milkshake straw.” Instead, as the guy began to panic, Fred tossed him violently across the room. The burglar slammed midway up the opposite wall and dropped down behind the couch. “Oh, that HAD to hurt,” crowed Fred. He went over to the heavy leather couch, picked it off the floor with one arm, and flipped it aside. He got down into the guy’s face. “I’ll snuff you out like a cheap candle.” Fred’s raging anger was giving him a raging hardon. He leaned in closer, until their noses were almost touching. “But maybe I won’t kill you. Maybe I’ll just rape you all night long, then send you to the hospital with a shattered rectum and pulverized internal organs. The hospital staff won’t believe that a 75 year old guy could damage someone so badly.” Fred spoke with such rage that spittle sprayed out of his mouth. “Holy fuck, dude. Don’t. Just call 911. Get the cops here.” The young burglar struggled in vain. He pushed against Fred’s chest with both his hands, but there was no budging the marble-hard giant that was pinning him down. “I’ll call the cops after I’m thru with you.” Fred rolled his thick pec meat up and down as the guy’s palms pressed against them. “Oh man, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I was losing it. I’m just so hungry. I’m desperate for a couple bucks and some food. Three months ago I lost my job, then got evicted. I’ve been living in the woods behind here for a couple weeks.” “You smell like you have,” Fred said, noticing the young man’s innocent, frightened eyes for the first time. Fred rage started to abate. “Dude. Your chest…” said the burglar, feeling bolder, as he began groping Fred’s heaving pecs. Fred laughed deeply. He loved the effect his massive size had on people. Even a frightened burglar couldn’t resist the draw. “Be a good boy then, and chew on my nips. They need attention.” Fred’s nipples had become more and more sensitive as he grew. And bigger. And harder. He wanted them serviced. Out of fear and desire, the young burglar began to chew on them hungrily. It made Fred so horny he could barely see straight. His nipples throbbed and swelled as they got worked on. The dark side of him was tempted to rape the intruder right there on the hardwood floor. Pile-drive his ass repeatedly. Teach him a lesson. Use him as his cum bucket. Then knock him around the room for while, before starting all over again. After all, the idiot had broken into his home. But then Fred’s dad instincts kicked in. His rage melted away as he took pity on the guy. “Let’s get you cleaned up before I decide if I should kill you.” Fred picked him up like a dirty pillow, and hauled him into the bathroom. He turned on the shower, then stripped him down. “Jesus, these clothes stink.” He tossed them out the window, and looked the guy over. He was filthy and lean, like a stray dog. His stomach was board flat, and Fred could see his ribs. “What’s your name?” Fred asked. “Tyler,” he responded, embarrassed by his nakedness in front of the massively developed older man who outweighed him by three times. “You?” “Call me Daddy.” Fred rippled his massive daddy muscles at him. Tyler’s dick jumped. Even thru his filth, Fred could see his rugged good looks. “Get in the shower, Tyler. I’ll find you some clothes.” Fred left and went upstairs. He dug out some of his old clothes, the ones that fit him when he was a scrawny old man. He laid them out on his bed, then went back down. Tyler was still in the shower, lingering in the steamy hot water. The room smell of shower gel, fresh and clean. Fred couldn’t take it anymore. He was so horny. Dark thoughts crept back into his mind. He looked at his 22” forearms and thought about how easy it would be to crush Tyler with them. Break his bones, one by one. Dude was homeless, who would miss him? Or better yet, keep him as his own, like a pet. Have him do chores in exchange for food. Use him for sex. Fred stepped into the shower. He turned Tyler towards him and forced his emaciated frame to his knees. “Suck me off,” Fred commanded. Tyler looked startled, but the tone of the massive man’s voice was not one to ignore. He went down on him. The hot water helped lube up the weighty schlong. Fred put his hands on the shower wall and let Tyler work on him. Fred’s dark thoughts waned as Tyler’s hot mouth worked on him. Suddenly, Tyler reached up with both hands and took Fred’s thick nips in his fingers. As he twisted them firmly, Fred’s head went back on his thick neck. “Oh fuck YEAH,” he bellowed. Tyler twisted harder, and sucked more aggressively. Fred let out a roar so deep and loud that the shower door rattled, and his beefy hands pushed against the shower walls so hard that the tile cracked under his palms. He exploded down Tyler’s throat with one gusher after another. Tyler’s flat belly swelled out like he was three months pregnant. Fred felt so much better. His dark mood had lifted. He turned off the shower and looked down at the dripping head of Tyler. He picked him up and hugged him against his huge torso. Tyler hugged him back, but soon said, “Um, you’re hurting me.” Fred laughed. “Sorry. Sometimes I don’t know my own strength.” He put the smaller man down. “Let’s go see if my old clothes fit you.” They toweled off and headed towards Fred’s bedroom. Fred led the way, and Tyler could barely believe the size of the old man’s back and ass. The big fucker could define kick the shit out of him. Tyler wondered if he should be worried. The massive powerhouse seemed real unpredictable and volatile. When Tyler walked over to the bed to look at Fred’s old clothes, Fred saw a US Army tattoo on his back. “Where’d you serve?” Fred asked. “Afghanistan,” answered Tyler quietly. “I did two years in Vietnam,” said Fred. “Jesus,” said Tyler, turning to look at him. “How fucking old are you?” Fred laughed. “Old enough to kick your scrawny ass.” He stepped up to him and flexed his arms. Tyler reached up and touched the huge biceps. “Jesus, Daddy.” “Why don’t you spend the night?” “Seriously?” Tyler said. “Yeah, why not, I got room. You want something to eat first?” “I’m kinda still full,” Tyler answered, rubbing his taut belly bump. “Did I do that to you?” Fred said. “Yep.” “Then you owe me a meal.” Fred lifted Tyler overhead, then lowered Tyler’s dick into his mouth. He repped him up and down with his big arms, while Tyler rested his hands on the ox yoke sized merger of Fred’s neck and traps. Tyler hadn’t had any sex in awhile so it didn’t take the young vet long to unload down the big man’s throat. Fred drained him, then tossed him onto the bed. Then the massive old vet climbed into the bed. The bed creaked and squeaked from his mass, despite the fact that he had reinforced the box spring with plywood and cinder blocks so the bed wouldn’t sag under his weight. He cuddled up next to Tyler. He put his big arm, heavy as a log, over Tyler’s chest, and fell into deep sleep. Tyler couldn’t budge, but he hadn’t felt so secure in a long time. But would it last? 46 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
arpeejay Posted April 29, 2023 Share Posted April 29, 2023 Nice plot shift! Daddy could work off some of that rage by turning Tyler into another huge muscle beast (one that's always at least 100 lbs. skinner than Daddy!) 5 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ro20316 Posted April 29, 2023 Share Posted April 29, 2023 Man they want to remove what is giving the man the best time of his life? No wonder he cose not to. 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
bills1 Posted May 2, 2023 Share Posted May 2, 2023 I agree with arpeejay, that would be epic for Tyler to grow too! Amazing story, keep going! 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ripped Posted May 2, 2023 Share Posted May 2, 2023 1 hour ago, bills1 said: I agree with arpeejay, that would be epic for Tyler to grow too! Amazing story, keep going! That would make Fred’s condition contagious. (Wink, wink, nudge, nudge) 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
50smuscleman Posted May 3, 2023 Share Posted May 3, 2023 Outstanding story so far...each chapter is hot as fuck! Read most of it while waiting in a doctor's office and had to mentally fight down the raging boner that wanted to tent my pants. Wasn't there for that sort of medical issue, lol. 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Popular Post bbmikenj Posted May 6, 2023 Author Popular Post Share Posted May 6, 2023 It had been two months since Tyler came into Fred’s life. The young veteran was staying at Fred’s house. Fred knew a guy who owned a construction company, and had gotten Tyler a job. In his off time, Tyler did chores and ran errands for Fred. He jogged every morning before work, and did some calisthenics in Fred’s backyard in the evening. Even with just that, he had gained back enough muscle that Fred could no longer see his ribs when he fucked him in the shower. Fred had introduced him to Luke and Bry when they came over for a workout. Fred told them that they had met when Tyler broke into his house, so the two guys were not crazy about the new housemate at first. Both college jocks had packed on over 50lbs of muscle, and were now built like pro wrestler Brian Cage. They discussed taking Tyler into the woods and beating the shit out of him until he agreed to leave, but they could tell that Fred had a thing for the guy and would kick the shit out of them (or worse) if he found out. Over time, they had grown to like the guy despite themselves. Kent had met Tyler when Fred brought him to the gym one day. The big old man had walked up to him and said, “How you doing, Trent? This is Tyler. Show him the ropes while I go do my deadlifting workout.” Then the massive freak, now weighing 495lbs, had lumbered to the back of the gym. Kent watched him go. He hated how much he lusted for the smart-ass old man. It was practically all he could think of. He showed Tyler around the gym, like he’d been told, and the two guys hit it off right away, and ended up training together on occasion. One night, Fred had them all over to his place. He’d been trying to come up with new ways to work his huge arms. He had them all come up to the posing room, where he was naked and warming up with 120lb dumbbells. The four guys watched in awe as Fred curled the weights like they were two library books. When he tossed the weights down, he turned to them and raised his arms straight out to his sides. “You and Bry grab my left wrist,” he said to Luke. “You two take the other one.” They all did as they were told. Fred clenched his fists. “Try and keep my arms from coming up.” And Fred tensed the muscles of his massive arms, and began to flex. The four young men let out a few oophs and grunts as they tried to hold the older man’s Herculean arms from rising. But Fred simply sneered at himself in the mirror, and muscled his fists upward. Inch by inch he out powered the two big jocks on his left arm, the gym manager and the Army vet on his right. As his fists lifted up, his huge biceps ballooned up, peaking higher and higher. His forearms rose until the were perpendicular to the floor. The four young men’s grips slid down his arm until they were clinging to his elbows and bi’s. “Now, lift your feet,” he told them. They did as they were told and picked their feet off the ground, swinging from Fred’s arms like a pack of monkeys. Fred slowly lowered his forearms until they were straight out from his side. “Again,” he said. He completed another rep with them struggling even harder this time to prevent him. To no avail. The massive 75yo muscleman did ten reps with them, grunting out an “Oh yeah!” at the mirror at the top of each flex. He told them to drop off him, and they did. He shook out his arms and flexed them again. He could practically feel the GH and LH coursing thru his thick veins and massive muscles, stimulating his growth. His power. “You’re like Superman,” said Luke, resting on the floor, panting and sweating. All four younger men were highly pumped from their exertions against those inhuman arms. “Nah, man. You’re like Superman’s bigger, stronger uncle,” said Bry. “More like great uncle,” added Tyler. “Watch it, Ty,” Fred warned, but he had to chuckle because Ty was right. Fred never took his eyes of his own reflection. His dick was rock hard, jutting out at the mirrored wall at an elevated angle. Then he added, “I need to fuck something.” When they all volunteered, Fred said, “Strip down and fight for it, boys. Whoever comes out on top, gets my seed.” They didn’t need for him to repeat himself. They all got naked and started wrestling around the room while Fred watched. He casually grabbed a bottle of posing oil and lubed himself up, his biceps still bulging like blimps. Then he poured some oil on the guys, to make the wrestling more challenging. At first, it seemed like Bry and Luke had the advantage, having wrestled for so many years. But Tyler had had hand-to-hand combat training in the Army, so he was holding his own. Kent had become considerably bigger, at 280, than the other three guys, so it was him at the top of the heap when Fred said, “You’ll do,” and lifted Kent up like a sack. Fred was secretly happy it was Kent who won, because, with his new size, Kent had the plumpest and juiciest ass. An Elliot Dermond ass, all rounded out and thickly off-season. Fred told Kent to bend over and grab his ankles, then he lubed up the the gym manager’s deep crevice and went to town. The other three men jerked off as they watched. The room had gotten significantly hotter since they’d started. The mirrors steamed up so much that condensation ran down them in rivulets, pooling onto the floor. The air was heavy with Alpha musk, thick as fog. “You want my huge load, Kendrick? Want me to bloat you full of it?“ Fred asked, as he plowed Kent’s plump ass until it was baboon red. “Yes. Fuck yes,” answered Kent, over and over, his head banging against the sweating mirrored wall as Fred fucked him standing. “Clamp down hard, boy,” said Fred, as he sank his big dick deep into Kent’s prodigious ass. Kent squeezes his glutes tight as he could. Fred let go of Kent’s hips, then flexed his arms up. “Look at these pythons,” he growled, more to himself than anyone else. “Look at my fucking size.” Everyone in the room came at the same time. As Fred shot inside Kent, the other three shot all over the mirrors and floor. The five men made a muscular tableau of hyper masculinity. Especially Fred. He pulled out of Kent, turned him around, and kissed him hard. The brawny gym manager would never need to go to heaven, he was already there. Afterwards, while Fred showered off with Tyler, the other three guys mopped down the posing room. Tyler was the only one still small enough to fit in the shower with the huge old man. And even at that, every time Fred lifted an arm or turned, Tyler got knocked about or pinned against the wall. Not that Tyler minded. Sometimes, when they were alone in the house, Tyler would ask Fred to rough him up. At first, Fred was reticent, but then he came to enjoy it too. He called Tyler ‘my little masochist’, and he’d work him over good and hard, but never enough to do real damage. It gave Fred a chance to learn control over his seemingly boundless strength. And after a good roughhousing session around the house, the two of them would have the most passionate sex either of them had ever experienced. That night, before Kent left, he said, “Make sure you come by the gym tomorrow around six. We’re having a seminar with a guest poser.” “Oh, yeah. Thanks for reminding me,” said Fred. He had seen the poster at the gym. The guest poser was a famous pro bodybuilder champion. Fred had seen him on YouTube and Instagram. Big, handsome guy. Probably, he’d be hawking supplements that he’d claim helped him get so built. Fred didn’t mind. He would be there. “You’ll come with me, Ty. This is definitely not something you’re gonna wanna miss.” 32 1 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ro20316 Posted May 7, 2023 Share Posted May 7, 2023 Tyler has become part of the clique now nd Fred likes his toys... They all have grown to love their old mann 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
arpeejay Posted May 7, 2023 Share Posted May 7, 2023 Looking forward to Fred dwarfing the guest poser. Knowing Fred he will probably eat everything in sight so he can show up at 510 lbs., totally dwarfing the guest! (Well, one can hope!) 3 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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